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(A commission for the lovely John_Doe_123456. Sorry for the delay in all my stories. I was so ill I could barely move and I chose to work on my commission once I felt remotely better.)

The angry buzz of Ari's phone forced his eyes open, pressed against the side of his face to lower the amount of noise it would make. With a lazy smile, he stretched, silencing the alarm and setting it on his nightstand. Everything was going to plan, and thankfully he hadn't woken Jake up.

Today was one of the most pivotal days in the tiger's life; His first anniversary with Jake, the love of his life. Weeks of planning went into this momentous milestone, with needling questions disguised as getting to know his wolf better, and he was sure that he knew what Jake wanted.

Gentle grumbles against Ari's back and groping paws taking hold of his chest held him in place while his canine boyfriend pressed his cheek against the tiger's back. The wolf visibly relaxed as soon as he took hold of Ari's body, pressing himself flat against Ari's back and unintentionally grinding his sheath against the tiger's rump. Any other morning, Ari would have lifted his tail and let the wolf's sleepy snuggling evolve into a lazy fuck, but today he had better plans. His horny wolf could wait.

Jake's adorable sleepy possessiveness nearly kept Ari in bed, but he silently sighed, gently peeling the wolf's paws from his muscles and sliding from the bed, inch by inch. For good measure, he replaced his form with one of his pillows, feeling his heart melt as Jake clamped down on it and smiled in his sleep, his nose snuffling at Ari's leftover scent. The soft shuffle of Jake's tail wagging followed him from the room, rustling the sheets.

Once Ari was through the door, he straightened up, yawning and scratching at his chest fur. With step one, escaping their shared bed without waking his pup, completed, he moved on to the next step, making himself presentable. The sun was still down, but his eyes adjusted to the dark as he padded to the bathroom.

First, for the more secretive portion of Ari's morning routine, he dug through the clutter beneath the sink, grabbing a small plastic bottle. After a quick piss, he sat down. Filling the bottle with lukewarm water, he braced himself, then put the lip of the bottle to his hole, unleashing the flood of water into his insides. A few embarrassing moments later, he was clean as the freshly driven snow, spraying a bit of air freshener for good measure and patting his rear dry with a wad of toilet paper.

Well-manicured paws picked out Jake's favorite body wash, pouring a generous dollop into the jacuzzi tub and setting it to fill with hot water. After a few moments, Ari tested the water with his toe, then settled in, sliding into a nest of bubbles and hot water. Settling in until only his nose was above water, Ari let himself doze, mulling over his plans for the day.

First, of course, he needed to make himself presentable. There would be plenty of time to get sweaty and musky later, but Ari wanted to look his best for his surprise.

After his bath, he planned to make Jake's favorite breakfast. Steak and eggs with a cup of dark but sweet coffee fresh from the grinder. Of course, he would deliver it in bed with a smile and maybe give him some 'cake' for dessert. Sighing dreamily, the tiger fingered his hole below the water, daydreaming about Jake's perfect canine cock for a moment before shaking his head and refocusing his thoughts.

After breakfast, Ari set up the perfect surprise to commemorate their first date, closing down the whole gym so they could have their fun without fear of being caught. The tiger had a few ideas for 'creative use of gym equipment.' Jake wouldn't be able to walk for a week once Ari finished with him~. He'd have to thank Sarah later for dating the janitor.

Before Ari could continue his silent checklist, he was interrupted by padding footsteps and a creaking door. The patter of piss in the toilet and the light's bright introduction announced Jake's presence. "You're doing it again, aren't you?" He grumbled, scratching at wild, fly-away hair and yawning wide, standing over the tiger's soapy form. "That A+ student thing. Thought you could plan everything out for today and surprise me?"

A soft splash forced Ari to sit up, sputtering soapy water. Jake's drenched body splashed through the water to rest on his chest, coaxing his arms to wrap themselves around the still tired wolf. "Am I that obvious? I thought I could at least finish breakfast before you woke up." Honestly, he didn't mind the company. Jake was usually the one that kept him grounded and pulled back the reigns on his chronic overachieving.

"We've been together for a year, you big dope. You think I don't notice your little questions and how excited you've been the past few weeks. I'm a slacker. I'm not stupid." Craning his neck, the wolf stared up at Ari, leaning in for a soft good morning kiss. When his lips left the tiger's, he lowered his paws to striped pecs with a grin. "Besides, you think you're the only one who made plans for today? I'm just not nearly as obvious about it."

While Ari felt slightly annoyed at being found out, he slid lower until his face was level with the wolf's, letting his paws roam down to rest on marshmallowy cheeks. "Maybe you could tell me what your plans are, then? So I can be sure they fit into mine?" Curling his fingers, he teased Jake's ass, rubbing his sensitive rim. "I can make it worth your while."

"Not gonna ruin the surprise." Jake shook his head and nipped at the tiger's neck, but his tail lifted, and he arched his back into the tease. "But we can fool around if you want. If that doesn't cut into your billion-step plan for a perfect anniversary." Claws traced Ari's muscles beneath the water, gently teasing his sensitive nubs and hefting his pecs.

"I'll have you know it's about half of the steps, if not more." Reaching down, Ari took hold of Jake's sheath, coaxing his cock free with slow strokes. Lolling his sandpaper tongue out, he swiped it over the wolf's unprotected neck, then closed his maw, letting his teeth gently graze sensitive spots.

"Mmph. It'd better be. If you're going to tease me this much, I might have to bend you over in the middle of the restaurant-" Stopping mid-sentence, Jake clapped himself on the forehead and chuckled. "Dammit. You didn't hear me say that. It's still a surprise as long as I don't reveal the details, right?" Leaning back, the wolf looked away adorably, shaking his head.

"Aw, I'm sorry, pup. I won't pry." Lifting Jake from the water, Ari sat him on the bathtub edge and slipped between his legs, staring at him with a half-smile. "Let me make it up to you?" After a quick rinse to remove any soap from Jake's canine cock, the tiger slotted it against his extended tongue and swallowed him to the root, his rumbling purr massaging its length.

"You know, one of these days, a blowjob won't be a get out of jail free card, kitten." With feigned irritation written across his face, Jake's paws immediately took hold of Ari's ears, holding him in place with his snuffling nose in wet pubic fur. "Fuck, but today's not that day. Don't mind if this is just a quickie, right? Feeling a bit pent up today. Don't think I can hold it."

Unable to answer with his mouth full, Ari replied with a slow lap along the underside of Jake's cock to coax a juicy spurt of arousal from its tip. Slow, deliberate bobs slurped over the pulsing length while massaging paws hefted Jake's balls, encouraging him to finish whenever he liked. Purring sucks coaxed each drop of wolf pre from the base of his cock to spill into Ari's throat and a tight seal kept every inch in his talented maw.

"You're the fucking best. I don't say that enough." Panting with his tongue lolling to one side, Jake surrendered himself to Ari's eager maw, humping his hips forward into every bob until his balls slapped against the tiger's chin. Unlike his usual performance, it was only a few minutes before his knot began to swell, and his cock shook in a telltale pulsing rhythm.

Powerful pumps of canine cream burst on Ari's tongue, forcing him to swallow desperately to keep his nose clear. Thankfully he had a lot of practice, and he buried his nose in the back of Jake's sheath, working his throat in slow indulgence and letting the wolf's knot pulse past his lips. Eager lips only released the wolf's knot once the last few drops drained from his bouncing length, held in Ari's mouth and savored like fine wine.

Jake's cock retreated soon enough, leaving Ari to press gentle kisses to the withdrawing length. Soft kisses worked their way up over wet canine fur before he smirked, opening his maw to show off a mawful of leftover wolf cum. Lips pressed together, sharing the musky load amid drooling tongues and shared moans.

"C'mere, big guy. Don't think I've forgotten about you." The sound of water draining from the tub mingled with the soapy squish of Jake's body against Ari's, pulling him into a grinding embrace. The lower the water, the further the tiger pressed into Jake's squirming body, his barbed cock flopping against the wolf's flat stomach. "Want to wash all this soap off of me~?"

Insistent paws took hold of Ari's neglected cock, forcing its sensitive underbelly against soft fur. Ari nearly abandoned himself to Jake's tender ministrations, but the sun peeking into the window above the tub peeled him from Jake's prone form. "Let's wait. I want to make sure we can eat breakfast before your surprise." He arched his hips, removing his tigerhood from Jake's roaming paws and helping the pouting wolf to his feet, ignoring his dick's angry throb.

"Fine. I can wait to rock your world." Jake pressed one more teasing kiss to the regretful tiger's maw, then took hold of the shower head and rinsed his fur, tapping his dripping tail against Ari's face on the way past. Dark red-furred cheeks swayed from side to side under the water, drawing Ari's gaze and twitching his fingers with the desire to grab them, but he barely held himself back.

Pressing himself against Jake's back and stealing the stream of water to rinse himself off, Ari pulled the wolf back against his pecs. "You won't be disappointed once you see what I have planned for breakfast, I promise." Resting his chin on Jake's head, he slid his paws down to rub over the wolf's stomach.

"I assume it has something to do with the two blocks of butcher paper taking up the second shelf in our fridge? You know I'm a canine? I can smell flank steak when someone three blocks over barbecues, let alone when it's in our fridge." Tossing the showerhead to Ari, Jake stepped out of the bath, shaking his fur and spraying water across the room, then taking a towel to the remainder of the moisture.

"Hey, at least it was a surprise whether it was for breakfast or dinner. Have to give me points for that." Following Jake out of the shower, the tiger spanked the wolf's upturned rump and sat on the toilet to begin the long process of drying his fur. Unruly and angrily pulsing in the chilly air, his dick unleashed a single long string of arousal to mess his attempts to dry off, then thankfully subsided, seemingly sated for the moment and slowly retreating into his sheath.

"I guess so. You know you don't have to do anything special today. I'm happy with a pizza, some Netflix, and your best impression of a throw rug to keep me warm until our dinner reservations." Helping Ari with his fur, Jake enfolded the tiger's face in a towel-cocoon, massaging his rounded ears and perching on the feline's knee. "You spoil me enough every day."

"Let myself take you for granted? Hell no. You're getting the full romantic spiel, and you'll like it." Cupping Jake's fluffy cheek in one paw, the tiger leaned in close and pressed another kiss to his parted lips. "Resistance is futile." He couldn't resist throwing in a dated sci-fi reference that he knew would make the wolf's eyes roll, raining a litany of further kisses against his groaning face.

Holding hands all the while, the two finished drying off and walked to the kitchen, where Jake took a seat on a nearby stool and rested his cheek on one fist. He'd long since stopped trying to help out in the kitchen after proving that he burned anything short of a milkshake. (He somehow managed to destroy a blender; thank heavens for warranties!)

Whistling to himself, Ari took his apron from a nearby hook and covered his nudity, leaving his rump uncovered underneath the knotted strings. Lighting two burners, he set two frying pans over the azure flames with a generous dollop of butter, then bent down to retrieve the carton of eggs and both steaks, aware of the view he was giving the seated wolf under his lifted tail. "You want yours rare, like usual?"

"Yep. No yolks, either. I've heard horror stories from clients about their heart disease. Cholesterol is a bitch." Wagging his tail lazily, the wolf watched as Ari seasoned the meat, then placed it into the pans, filling the kitchen with the cheery sizzle of frying steak. Nose wiggling and eyes roaming over the tiger's backside, he played with a tuft of his fur. "You sure you don't need me to cut or season anything? I make a mean sliced orange."

"And start our anniversary off with a visit to the emergency room? No, thank you. You're lucky I even let you in the kitchen anymore." Cracking eggs and separating the yolks, Ari whisked in salt and pepper, humming to himself as he babysat the steaks.

Soon enough, breakfast finished, and Ari placed a steaming plate in front of the appreciative wolf's wiggling nose. "There you go. Seared and still almost mooing." He teased as he sat next to the drooling canine and daintily dug into his steak, several shades more cooked than the still bloody fare that Jake loved so much.

"Hey, if I didn't like my meat rare, I wouldn't be nearly as interested in that rump roast of yours." Stuffing his maw full of bloody meat, Jake took hold of the tiger's rump and slipped his fingers beneath the feline's tail, squishing them against Ari's hole. Showing no regard for the tiger's shuddering mewl, he stuffed two fingers deep inside, seeking out the soft bulb of the tiger's prostate.

"Dammit, you really can't wait, can you?" Ari arched his back as the wolf's fingers squished to the third knuckle. Still, he couldn't deny the sensation was pleasant, radiating pleasure with each caress of soft fingerpads. Slow friction raised his cock, and he leaned over his plate, trying his best to finish his food before Jake's talented fingers could work him to the edge.

"Blame your ass for being so perfect. You can't expect me to see this on display-" Jake stuffed a third finger to join its compatriots, leaning over to lube his fingering with a drool of saliva. "-And ignore it? You're lucky my mouth's occupied, or I'd be on my knees having cake for breakfast." Taking advantage of the added slickness, Jake intently fingerfucked the tiger's hole, spreading his digits to loosen him up.

"I mean it, babe. You'll have to wait. You'll get to fuck me soon enough." Taking on a stern tone, the tiger snatched the wolf's paw from his rump, shuddering as a cool breeze blew across his gaped hole. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to beg for more and clamping his tail down over the sloppy sight. Taking a moment to collect himself, he gathered the dishes and tossed them in the sink, carefully avoiding touching his twice-denied cock.

"Wow, you must have something fun planned. I don't think I've ever seen you this worked up and still coherent." Flashing his pearly white teeth in a playful grin, the wolf abandoned his attempts to tease Ari, his tail swaying from side to side like a fan. "Should I get dressed up?"

"If you consider going to the gym something special, sure?" Ari lied through his teeth as he walked to the bedroom, selecting an old pair of grey sweat pants and a matching tank-top to accentuate his chest, showing a generous pawful of side-pec. With a wince, he adjusted his cock to the side so it wasn't so obviously jutting, silently promising the drooling shaft that it would receive relief soon.

"The gym, huh?" Seemingly remembering the 'fun' they'd had in the gym showers at least half a dozen times, Jake joined the tiger in dressing himself, pulling on a fur-tight jockstrap, sweats, and a t-shirt. "This wouldn't be just a thinly veiled excuse to get me covered in sweat and too exhausted to resist you, would it? Because I'd be okay with that."

Deflecting Jake's questions, the tiger rolled his eyes and ushered him into the crisp autumn air. "You won't give up until I tell you everything, will you?" He asked as the wolf settled into step next to him. "Can't you wait until we get there, at least?"

"Fine, fine. If you're going to get all grumpy, I can wait. But I'll have you know I forgot my gloves, so you'll have to take responsibility for warming my paws." Feigning innocence, the wolf pressed up against Ari's side and slipped his fingers into the space between the tiger's, trailing his claw tips over the backside of Ari's paw in a gentle tease.

"Sorry. I don't mean to be grumpy. I put a lot of thought into this and thought it'd be a surprise. I should stop putting so much stock in my plans and go with the flow." Squeezing the wolf's paw, Ari sighed and leaned against him. "I always forget that you're so easy to please. The overachiever in me can't wrap its mind around the fact that you'd rather stay at home and fuck the night away."

"What's that old saying? 'Opposites attract?' Maybe you're supposed to keep me grounded while I help you let go of your iron grip? I know that without someone to remind me, I'd never get ANYTHING done." Always a fountain of wisdom, Jake proved that despite his mediocre grades in college and laid-back approach to his job, he was far from dumb. "Although I don't mind if you keep a tight grip on me. Easier to tease you if you're within arm's reach."

"I can do that." Stopping in front of the gym's double doors, Ari peered through the frosted glass and perked his ears to listen for other patrons as he took hold of the knob and turned it. Inwardly cheering as the doors opened as a dimly lit gym devoid of any other furs greeted them, Ari swept his hand as if showing off some big reveal. "Well, here's the surprise. It's all ours. I've got this place reserved for the next six hours. The only caveat is that we have to clean up after ourselves."

Raising an eyebrow, Jake let the doors swing behind him and looked around. "Now I can see why you didn't want to finish before we arrived." Stepping out of his pants and letting his tail wag above his bare, jockstrap-boosted rump, Jake put his hands on his hips. "You should have told me you had something like this planned. I could have waited with you instead of teasing you so much."

"I hedged my bets. I've never seen you turn down some fun." Grinning at Jake's willing stripping, the tiger followed suit, leaving himself in the nude with a messy, pre-coated sheath from the wolf's earlier efforts. Finally free, his cock peeked from its sheath as if asking permission to grow hard, then joyfully spilled out at his touch, surging with almost instantaneous hardness.

"Still, I think I should make it up to you." Tail still fanning the air in an arc, the wolf plodded over to a bench pressing station, making a show of selecting weights for it, then scooting into position underneath the bar, his legs spread to show off his ever-puffy hole. "You want to spot me, kitty-cat? I know this is nothing compared to what you bench, but I guarantee it'll be something you enjoy." Staring pointedly at the tiger's erection, he licked his lips, adjusting his bulging jockstrap as a spreading wet spot soaked into the fabric.

Licking his lips eagerly, the tiger took his place in the wolf's face, kneeling just a bit until his balls were centimeters from Jake's muzzle. "Are you a mind-reader? I've wanted to work up a sweat with you like this since I saw that perfect ass bouncing on the treadmill." Bending his legs slightly to bridge the gap in their height difference, he lowered his bouncing package onto the wolf's eager muzzle.

"A sweat, huh? I hope you'll be able to hold out until the end. I need some encouragement." Nuzzling the cool pad of his nose against Ari's balls, the wolf took in a greedy sniff of his natural musk. The wet ribbon of his tongue slipped out to smear warm drool over leathery orbs before a gentle pop slipped one past his teeth into suckling glory. Snuffling against the backside of Ari's sack, he let the tiger's package swallow up his face, his teeth lightly teasing sensitive skin.

Leaning heavily against the bench pressing station, Ari humped his hips forward to cover the wolf's greedy maw in his scent, his cock pulsing with every succulent pull of canine lips. Greedy snorts teased the space behind his balls with increasing fervor, drawing a moan from his lips and a purr from his chest. No matter how many times Jake worshipped his tigerhood, it never ceased to be mindblowing. Ari could never shake the feeling that the wolf was in love with his cock as much as he was in love with the rest of him.

"How about a shower to keep me cool while I lift?" Jake murmured, his lips abandoning drool-slicked balls to press gentle kisses along the underside of Ari's dick. Flopping his cock from its jockstrap, he tossed the garment to the side and let his massive canine shaft slap wetly against his stomach, providing a tempting target for the tiger.

Assaulted by Jake's lapping tongue on the underside of his cock, Ari stiffened, trying his best to fight the rising orgasm brought on by the wolf's tender ministrations. Several minutes passed, accompanied only by his frustrated grunts and the wolf's sloppy tonguing, before a thin stream of golden musk squirted from his tip, wetting Jake's chest with a streak of piss. A steady stream soon followed, aimed by humping hips to mess unkempt fur. Eager aim arced his stream to patter against the wolf's cock, smeared over his canine shaft by stroking paws.

Coaxing every drop with long licks from base to tip, the wolf avoided tasting Ari's golden gift but eagerly snorted the powerful musk from his stream. "Mmph. That's it. God, you smell so fucking good." Instead of his usual teasing, the wolf's demeanor devolved into slutty murmurs for more, his body wiggling to ensure maximum coverage. Streaks of arousal squirted from his tip to mix with the heady liquid, coating him in the erotic mixture and sliming his fur before, sadly, Ari's bladder fully emptied.

Eager licks continued as the wolf's paws took their place on the bar, lifting the weight with a grunt and beginning the slow up and down motion. With a final kiss on the tip of Ari's dick, he opened his maw to guide it into his throat, timing its slick slide with his arm's motion. The soft glide of his tongue on the overside of Ari's shaft encouraged desperate thrusts, and slow swallows visibly welcomed the tiger's cock, bouncing his adam's apple.

Unable to resist the wet heat of Jake's throat, the tiger surged forward, losing himself in the soft cloud of lust. The scent of tiger piss and their arousal mingled in the air, providing an increasingly raunchy background that urged him on, bouncing his balls off the eagerly sucking wolf's nose.

He wasn't sure how long he thrust into Jake's welcoming throat, but by the time the rising tingle of orgasm brought back some semblance of sense to his lust-addled brain, he noticed that the wolf's pumping arms were slowing. Only managing to reach about halfway through a rep before shaking and returning to his chest, he was struggling, but you'd never know it from his even breaths and his talented maw.

Sheepishly helping the wolf rack his weights, Ari pulled free from his sloppy oral embrace. "You okay, babe? I think I got a bit carried away." He checked on the lupine with worried paws, biting his lip as strings of drool dripped from Jake's maw, practically begging for more brutal facefucking. His dick drooled indignantly to match, lamenting the loss of wet heat.

"Don't pull out. Fuck my throat till you cum." Relaxing his arms and squirming back onto Ari's shaft, Jake slurped his cock back to the root, rolling his tongue along the growing knot and gulping succulently. Sloppy strings of drool dripped down the tiger's balls and heavy breathing teased sensitive flesh while the wolf took hold of the bar again, using it to steady himself. Any pretense of lifting disappeared in favor of pleasing Ari, with the exercise equipment melting into the background.

Urged on by Jake's desperate tone, Ari settled into a brutal rhythm, working himself back into a frenzy. Wet slurps filled the air, and before long, lupine drool completely coated his balls, thick strings puddling on the floor below. Rising desire battered his knot against accepting lips and finally popped it past Jake's cheeks, whiting out Ari's mind as the talented wolf demanded his orgasm.

Shoving himself to the root, Ari watched with amazement as the wolf's throat worked overtime to accept his load, bulging with every blast. Of course, even the most talented maw still needed to breathe, and Ari stepped back, letting his knot pop free from panting lips and stroking the last few drops of his orgasm to stripe Jake's cheeks.

"Remind me if we ever do that again-" Trailing off, Jake took a long breath, licking his lips and rubbing his piss-soaked chest fur. "Less weight. The feeling of helplessness when I couldn't get it back to the rack was fun, but it felt like I was dying." With a wince, he pulled himself to his feet, his canine cock leading the way. Most of Ari's golden gift dripped from his fur eventually, puddling on the floor around him and leaving him mildly damp but soaked through with the tiger's musk.

"You should have said something- I mean, you should have smacked my balls or something. Gotten my attention." Still floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss, the tiger pulled the wolf into a lazy kiss, licking his cream from the corners of the messy wolf's mouth.

"And ruin your rhythm? Hell no." Jake wiped his muzzle on one arm and draped himself over the kneeling tiger's front, ignoring the fact that he smelled like a feline urinal. "How about we go for round two? I think I know what you'll love even more than fucking my throat open." Trailing claws over Ari's chest, he showed off his eagerness with a few lovebites to the tiger's neck before reluctantly pulling away to stand next to him, tilting his head toward the nearby machines.

Leading Ari to the treadmills, Jake punched in a few buttons, standing off of the whirring belt. "How about a little wager? If you can keep up for five minutes, I'll let you do whatever you like, but if you can't, it's my turn to pick." Sock-covered feet lazily trailed over the belt as Jake put on an innocent face as though he didn't have an advantage as a former track star. "I'll even go easy on you. Don't want you falling on your face and scraping up that pretty muzzle."

"Fine, but if you wear me out too much, you've gotta drag me home. The only endurance training I've had lately involved your ass." Gulping nervously, Ari took his place on the treadmill next to Jake's, gripping the bars and settling into a light jog. Surely the wolf wouldn't go all out, right? Ari could keep up with most cardio workouts, but the wolf was on another level. Ari went to a few of his track meets, and the man looked like a wild animal on the asphalt.

Grinning and immediately turning up the settings on both machines, the wolf bounced with each stride, his tail bouncing in figure eight above his bare ass. "Wear you out? I could never~." With a wink, the wolf puffed away with practiced breaths, maintaining good posture despite the speeding belt beneath his feet. His heavy balls bounced under him, his dick swinging from side to side above the fuzzy orbs in a perverse mirror of his wagging tail.

A few more speed changes soon had Ari panting with black tendrils threatening his consciousness. Sweat poured down his pecs and dripped off of his sheath, soaking his fur with fresh musk, and he soon realized Jake's reasoning for his little wager. The cheeky wolf was marinating him like an expensive cut of meat. Ari couldn't complain, but somehow the thought drove him to try harder, keeping pace with the barely panting wolf despite his body's screaming. Some of the best sex they'd ever had was soaking wet with sweat and primal need, and he didn't aim to disappoint.

Finally, reddish brown paws stilled the machines, leaving the tiger panting and collapsing onto the matted floor. Feeling the slow drip of exertion from sweat-soaked fur, Ari stared at Jake's smirking face and stuck his tongue out. "Okay, wolfy. I give up. You win." He panted out, shading his eyes from the fluorescent burn of the lights above him.

A familiar weight sat on the tiger's midsection, pinning him to the floor under Jake's rump. "Oh? I couldn't tell. You sound like you just ran a marathon." He teased, maneuvering his body to plop his rump on the tiger's sheath. "I guess that means I get to choose what we do next, huh? I could be mean and ask for something for myself, but how about we explore your favorite?"

Dark shadows eclipsed the lights above, and the tiger's heart quickened as a familiar, sweet, and musky scent graced his nose, spilling his cock from its sheath to slap against Jake's rear. Wiggling toes blurred into view in the light, glistening pads dripping with sweat and practically steaming with the heat of their run.

Wreathing Ari's nose in both moist soles, the wolf sighed, tossing his soaked socks to the side. "Want to massage my feet, kitty-cat? I may not understand the allure, but I like how excited you get when I let you play with them. You can even suck my toes." Without waiting for an answer, the wolf rubbed his sweaty pads over Ari's face, wriggling his rear to take advantage of their height difference and tease the tiger's cock alongside his olfactory assault.

Taking one foot paw in his paws, Ari pressed his nose to the wolf's sole, taking greedy huffs of unfiltered wolf and groaning aloud as the soft undercurrent of corn chips overwhelmed his senses. Trailing soft kisses along the silky softness, he put his sandpapery tongue to work, rasping gently over sensitive flesh. His purr deepened as his tongue delved between splayed toes, culminating in his maw taking the wolf's big toe into a slow suck. Heavenly musk took over his senses, his every greedy snort sending fresh hardness racing to his cock.

Careful not to disturb Ari's intent foot-worship, Jake insistently nuzzled the tiger's rock-hard shaft between his cheeks until the combined slickness of pre and sweat lubed him enough to slide home. Swaying his hips from side to side, the wolf swallowed Ari's cock to the root with his hot, hungry hole, bouncing intently while his canine cock flopped against the tiger's stomach. Their height difference perfectly accentuated the position, allowing the wolf to comfortably ride every inch of cock without stretching his legs or bunching himself up.

It took everything Ari had not to blow his load instantly, despite finishing a few moments before and still feeling the soft ache of his last orgasm in his balls. Switching foot paws and burying his nose between curling toes, he lowered an arm to guide the wolf up and down his shaft, drowning out the rest of the world with the lusty delights of lupine musk. His eyes grew blurry, then closed in favor of more intently savoring the wolf's paws, and soon, all he could feel was the intense squeeze of Jake's inner muscles and the scent burning itself into his memory.

Eventually, Ari's other paw joined the first, taking firm hold of Jake's waist and shoving him with brutal thrusts. All the while, his tongue hungrily slapped against sweaty soles, his cheeks and lips smearing mixed drool and canine musk over his face. The telltale twist of his stomach announced another orgasm, and he humped upward uncontrollably, letting loose a roaring groan.

Belly bulging shots of thick tiger cream filled the wolf as Ari pistoned himself into the wolf's accepting rear, popping his knot free only to shove it home again. Like an afterthought, the wolf's orgasm painted Ari's chest, forced from his dick by pounding thrusts and spraying across their bodies in a lewd mosaic.

Collapsing in a heap, Ari shuddered, feeling suction fade to a soft pop as his dick slopped free of the wolf's depths. Musky toes retreated from his vision, replaced by the wolf's face, and a soft growling rumble vibrated through Jake's chest. "Damn, babe. I think that's the most worked-up I've ever seen you. Should I let you sniff my feet more often?"

Unable to articulate how much the tiger loved that idea, he mashed his lips against Jake's, exploring his maw. His cheek rubbed against the lupine's once their lips broke, accompanied by a squeeze of his dripping rear. Eventually, he caught his breath, pulling the wolf into his underarm as payback. "As often as you can. Let me play with your feet, and I'll let you ride my ass until neither of us can walk. I'll even let you bite my muscles."

"Mmmph. Deal." Relaxing into the tiger's underarm, the wolf took deep, grateful breaths, seeking out Ari's scent. Soft licks soon followed, cleaning feline musk with long, worshipful drags. "As long as you promise to wear that jock that shows off your ass. You don't wear that enough." Nibbling along the tiger's chest, the wolf played with his chest, placing both hands on either of his bouncy muscles as eager teeth grazed sensitive nubs.

Trading kisses and caresses with the wolf, Ari relaxed under Jake's body, his paw cupping a plush cheek and his fingers squishing into his well-filled hole. "So about that reservation. Should I dress up, or is it casual?" Trying not to sound ungrateful, Ari broached the subject of Jake's dinner plans, trying to figure out what was so special about the place. Ari wasn't a fan of restaurants most of the time, and it would be disappointing if Jake had to leave early because of his prohibitive size.

Dipping his head, the wolf bit down on feline pecs, burying his face between them for a long sniff before thinking for a moment. "Hmmm. I guess there's no point in trying to keep it a secret. My parents got us a reservation at this new place a few neighborhoods away from our apartment. It's supposed to be better for guys like you. Supposedly they have more comfortable seats, better portions, higher ceilings, and most of the staff is the same size as you are." Stretching out on top of the tiger, Jake loosely wrapped his arms around his neck. "I know how self-conscious you get when we go out to eat, and I thought this would be a good change of pace from making you cook."

"Aw. That's-" Ari found himself at a loss for words. Jake was right; he avoided going out often because of his size. Nothing was more humiliating than breaking a seat with your ass or being forced to order two entrees to feel like you've had enough to eat. No one ever said anything rude to him, but he could see the exasperation in their eyes. Was there a place designed for furs of his size? Jake was right; reservations at this new restaurant were the perfect gift.

"Exactly what you deserve for being so amazing? I agree." Squirming out of Ari's grasp, Jake stood and stretched languidly before reaching out, holding a hand to the reclining feline to help him to his feet. "Now, let's go shower and go home to get changed. If we hurry, we still have time for you to fuck me again before dinner."

Accepting Jake's offered paw and heaving himself to his feet, Ari was struck with the sudden desire to ask the wolf to marry him. Jake was the first man that ever thought of him this much, both in the bedroom and outside of it, and honestly, he couldn't imagine life without him. Filing that feeling away for later, he followed the wolf, his tail twitching from side to side behind him as he focused on the wolf's rump swaying, a thin trail of Ari's seed oozing down his inner thigh.

After christening the shower with a fresh load of wolf cum and filling Jake's hole with a few more blasts of his own, Ari quickly tidied up the messes they made, soaking up various fluids with gym towels and spraying down the equipment with a bottle of cleaner he found. Once satisfied with its cleanliness, he joined the wolf by the front door, patting Jake on the butt as he dressed.

"Hard to believe this all started with that unbelievably cheesy pickup line, huh?" Lacing his shoes and shimmying into his shirt, the wolf reminisced, leaning against Ari's side. "Imagine if I'd fallen for that. Just bent over for you in the shower and left when you finished."

Threading his arm around the chuckling wolf, Ari followed suit. "Don't remind me. I cringe every time I think about my first words to you. Thankfully you saw past that little bit of douchebaggery and gave me a second chance." Snapping his sweatpants into place, the tiger leaned over to touch noses with Jake, sighing happily at the wolf's nuzzling affection. "I didn't know it then, but I was about to mess up something perfect."

"Good job being so unconvincing as a douchebag top, then. I could tell from the moment you spoke that it was all an act." Taking Ari's arm, the wolf dragged him to his feet, slotting his fingers in the tiger's. "Now, let's get home before I soak through my pants. I don't think I wiped up enough of your cum before I pulled my pants up."

"Oh. Yeah, let's get home." Letting Jake lead him, Ari sheepishly followed the wolf, offering his jacket to cover the spreading wet spot on his pants. Strangely, he felt a bit proud, like he marked the wolf as his in a way that he couldn't hide.

"We're taking a cab to the restaurant, by the way." Jake rushed through the door, calling over his shoulder as he left a trail of dirty clothes behind him. The bathroom door closed, and his voice muffled as the soft rustle of toilet paper filled the air. "I'm not walking all the way there after you fucked me silly."

"That's fine. I'll pay the fare." Ari smiled as he took the more leisurely route to the bedroom, picking up the wolf's trail of clothes and tossing them into the hamper alongside his own after a self-indulgent sniff of the wolf's jockstrap. "What sort of clothes am I looking at for tonight? I haven't worn a tux since I was thirteen, so if it's that fancy, I'm afraid I've got nothing."

A flush filled the air, and a nude wolf greeted the tiger in the walk-in closet. "Oh, it's not like that. Casual is fine if we don't look like a mess." For once, Jake held a fur brush in one paw, hurriedly running it through tangled locks until his usually wild and unkempt fur shined. "I'm probably the one who'd get strange looks. I think I own one nice shirt?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm the one who bought it for you. I think it made a good impression on my parents, though." Tapping the wolf on his shoulder, the tiger fished out the button-up blue shirt and handed it to him, taking the brush from his hands. "You missed a few spots. Sit down for me." Patting his knee, the tiger sat on the bed, running the brush along the length of the wolf's knotted tail when he took the offered seat.

"That feels nice. Are you sure you don't want to run a spa instead of getting into physical therapy?" Leaning into Ari's touch, the wolf let the attentive feline work his knotted fur loose, straddling the tiger's knee and being sure to press his still-damp rump against Ari's muscled thigh.

"As if you could handle me touching other men. Don't think I didn't see you growling when we ran into my ex at the grocery store a few weeks ago." Scratching the spot behind the wolf's ears that he knew drove him wild, Ari finished his impromptu grooming session with a hug from behind.

"He was coming onto you. I can't help it that you're so irresistible. Practically have to beat dudes off with a stick." With a smug look, the wolf hopped off of Ari's lap, buttoning his shirt and lifting his tail to give an eyeful of his bare rump before it disappeared into a form-fitting pair of boxers and tight jeans that perfectly cupped his ass. Leaning against the doorway, he tapped his toes on the floor and openly leered at the still nude tiger.

"Uh-huh, as if every delivery boy we've ever had didn't stare at you like a glass of water in the desert." Slipping on his favorite sweater, the tiger ran a paw through his head fur and shimmied into a tight pair of briefs and his (admittedly big) form-fitting jeans. "Haven't seen anyone that thirsty since your track meets.

"Fair enough. I suppose I don't notice because I only have eyes for you." Slipping on a pair of loafers and black socks, the wolf stretched lazily on the bed, waiting for Ari to finish getting ready. He almost looked like a different man, with immaculately combed fur and clothes that the usually casual wolf would never wear if left to his own devices. Of course, those pretty grey eyes and easy smile showed he was the same old Jake that Ari loved.

"Shall we?" Offering his arm like a prom date, the tiger helped him to his feet, pocketing his wallet and keys before walking toward the door, his tail twitching from side to side in a lazy tick.

"You're so cheesy." Jake teased, but his tail betrayed him, fanning the air behind him as he punched in the details for their cab, then stuffed his phone in one pocket, taking the offered arm.

After locking up the apartment, they sat on the doorstep until their ride arrived, snuggled up on the cold concrete. Thankfully the black sedan pulled up a few minutes before Ari started to contemplate a thicker jacket. A few more minutes later, they were on their way to the restaurant, driven by a sweet older dragoness who wouldn't stop gushing about how cute they looked together. Jake took the compliments in stride, but Ari found it intensely embarrassing, shuffling around in his seat and trying not to bump his head.

It was a relief when they finally arrived at the restaurant. Ari could pay the dragoness, tipping her generously and deflating as she disappeared into the distance, waving through her window. Steeling himself, he turned toward the neon lights and cocked an eyebrow as he took in just how much BIGGER the restaurant was.

High vaulted ceilings and dim lighting combined with tables easily double the size of the usual fare lifted a weight off of Ari's shoulders, accompanied by soft music and a hostess that made the tiger feel tiny with her colossal moose-form. She flashed a practiced smile and handed them their menus, bustling them toward a table. "Welcome to The Big Spoon! Jake: party of two? You two are just as cute as the description." With a conspiratorial wink, she leaned in. "Don't worry. I won't turn up the charm. You two aren't interested. What would you two cuties like to drink?"

"We'll take a bottle of whatever you think is best." Showing his ease at interacting with strangers, Jake spoke while the tiger took in the atmosphere and the fact that, for once, he hadn't stuffed himself into a seat that wouldn't fit one buttcheek, let alone the rest of him. "Don't mind him; he's a little shy."

"One bottle of the tiger special. Take a look at the menus, and I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order. I recommend the salmon. The maple glaze is the best." Swaying off to seat the next set of patrons, the woman disappeared from view.

"I still can't wrap my head around this place. Strangely, I'm not the largest guy in the room." Barely able to contain himself, the tiger spread out in their booth, marveling that his feet barely touched the ground. "Feels like I'm a kid again."

Taking Ari's hand into his lap, the wolf leaned against his arm and stuck his tongue out. "Hopefully, not too much like a kid. It's my turn to make you walk funny when we get home. It might get a little awkward." Teasing the tiger with a paw on his thigh, the wolf leaned back, browsing his menu.

Despite the place's atmosphere, the menu was almost disappointingly small, with only ten different choices, the majority of them various types of chicken. Ari supposed it made sense. It was likely cheaper to create massive portions with cheaper meat. Still, he'd hoped he'd be able to get something special for once. Maybe that maple salmon thing would be different?

An elephant with a slicked-back bunch of head fur took their orders and filled their wine glasses, bowing before bustling off to the kitchen.

Clearing his throat, the wolf took hold of the comically large (in his hands) wine glass and tipped it back, gulping down a hearty dose of the red liquid. Swirling the drink, he stared down in surprise. "Wow, that's tingly. This isn't champagne, right? It just looks like wine."

Raising an eyebrow, Ari took a drink from his wineglass. While there was no tingling sensation, the wine was sweet and tasted like a mixture of grapes and something citrusy that Ari couldn't quite place. He sipped at his drink thoughtfully as Jake downed a whole glass, reaching out to pour himself another.

Two more glasses disappeared down the wolf's greedy maw before a worryingly loud grumble rose from his stomach. "Sorry, I think I need to use the bathroom. Can you help me? I think I drank too much." He groaned softly, doubling over and clinging to Ari with clammy paws.

Careful not to shake the shuffling wolf as he helped him to the bathroom, Ari fretted over him. Of course, he had to get food poisoning at a new restaurant. This situation wouldn't have happened at home. Next time, Ari would have to decline and cook dinner instead. He knew HIS food wouldn't make the poor wolf sick.

"Ari. I don't feel so good. The room's spinning." As they made it through the bathroom door, the wolf dug his claws into Ari's arm, staring up at him with a terrified expression as a loud crack filled the air, unleashing a strangely erotic moan from the wolf.

Fingers were the first to lengthen, growing to grasp Ari's arm with a grip that moments before couldn't encircle his bicep. Claws sharpened from freshly cut to long, wicked talons that pricked the tiger's skin and biceps grew, bursting free from the wolf's shirt with bulk that put Ari to shame.

Falling to his knees, the wolf panted and arched his back, his chest swelling to button-popping size and spilling forth into two juicy bare pecs. Terror melted into something that Ari was more used to seeing from the wolf's face, lust. A lengthening maw buried itself in his crotch, huffing deep breaths through his jeans and letting his tongue coat the fabric in slobber.

Ari could only watch, his pants growing tighter as the wolf's form morphed into something huge, one muscle group at a time. Abs burst through his fur, fully formed, and the V of his crotch deepened, growing leaner as sturdy denim groaned under the changes, threatening to burst like the flimsier material of his shirt.

Buttons flew like bullets from the wolf's pants, and his balls spilled forth, growing into massive breeder orbs that would look right at home on a feral. His emerging cock followed, morphing into something closer to Ari's, growing barbs even as several more inches appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Virile strings of pure arousal fountained from the tip to stain the floor, festooning the massive meat in silken spiderwebs.

"Feels so-" Stopping to groan as his thighs burst through the tatters of his pants, the wolf stretched to a height that dwarfed Ari, releasing his arm to lean heavily against the door. "Fuck, babe. My whole body feels so good. Take off your pants. I can't hold it until we get home." Pawing awkwardly at Ari's clothes, the wolf tried to get into his pants, seemingly unaware of the changes.

"I am NOT getting fucked into the floor in a public bathroom." Fending off the newly changed wolf's advances and looking from his newly pumped-up body to the tattered clothes on the floor, he snapped his fingers and put on a stern tone. "Hey! Listen. Wait until we get home, and I'll try to figure out what to do with all of this." Tilting his head, he let himself go for a second, mashing his lips against the slavering wolf's for a long kiss while gripping his forearms to keep the lupine's claws off his thankfully unharmed clothes.

Jake blinked dreamily and nodded, relaxing and giving the tiger some breathing room as though calmed by the promise of relief. Without the threat of shredding claws destroying his clothes, Ari took in the changed wolf with an appraising eye. Muscles bulged in all the right places, and despite his lengthened hair and feral werewolf-esque appearance, it was still clearly Jake, though his cock seemed determined to strain the limits of any porn star.

Switching himself into crisis management mode, Ari idly ran hands over the wolf's newly grown pecs, weighing them with his palms. There was no way he was getting the wolf out of the bathroom without anyone seeing, so sneaking out was out of the question, but maybe he could pay for their food and explain their situation.

Finding Jake's wallet among the shreds of his clothes, the tiger took several bills and added them to his own before shushing the whimpering, needy wolf and rushing off to their table. Flagging down their waiter, he explained that his date wasn't feeling well and offered to pay the bill immediately.

The elephant was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of the wolf peeking out of the bathroom, then slapped his forehead with a paw. "She did it again, didn't she? I explained half a dozen times that mixing species causes strange side effects. She should have offered you a bottle of wolf and a bottle of tiger. Here." Taking their freshly delivered food in both paws and transferring it to styrofoam containers, the elephant bagged it up, then, with another glance at the bathroom door, removed the table cloth, folding it neatly, and handed it to Ari. "Dinner's on the house. Please don't let this experience stop you from returning. Your mate should be back to normal in about a week."

Gratefully rushing back to the bathroom, Ari threw the black table cloth around the confused wolf's midsection, shrouding his massive cock from view. With the food in one hand and a lupine paw in the other, the tiger rushed Jake through the restaurant, ignoring the bulge in his pants and the growing feral scent pouring off the wolf in waves.

Striped paws flagged down a cab and crammed the protesting, amorous wolf into the back seat, then handed the driver several wadded-up bills and hurriedly spoke their address, swatting at wandering canine paws that threatened to pull his pants down. Still, he couldn't deny the allure of the wolf's barely covered body, sighing in relief as the car pulled up in front of their home.

Before Jake could embarrass himself with a wardrobe malfunction, the tiger forced him through the front door, tossing the cab driver his fee as an afterthought and yelling over his shoulder for the bewildered man's benefit. "Keep the change!"

Sliding the door's lock into place with a click of finality, the tiger breathed a sigh of relief, untucking his sweater from his waist and tossing it to the side out of Jake's reach. With the crisis averted, he relaxed his shoulders and unhooked the wolf's makeshift covering, letting it fall to the floor. "Alright, puppy. I'm just as keen as you are to explore all of-" Gesturing to the panting, werewolf-like wolf's body and licking his lips. "-this, but how about we start gently? None of those grabby paws and sharp teeth."

Backed against the wall by the stripping tiger, Jake seemed to pick up on the growing desire in the feline's eyes, nodding eagerly as their muzzles nearly met. Tentatively, he reached out to the shirtless tiger and closed the distance, treating Ari to a slobber-heavy kiss that grew more talented by the second. Claws started to dig in, but his fingers immediately relaxed as though catching himself before he could do any damage. A transformed dick throbbed angrily between them, pulsing a steady stream of sloppy arousal to mess muscled stomachs.

"Good boy." Taking a moment to explore the wolf's muscular physique, the tiger traced his claws over defined muscles, feeling the hard pulse of the wolf's abdominals as his cock saluted eagerly, slapping against the six-pack and smearing a gooey greeting across red fur. "You weren't lying. You look so hard it hurts." Abandoning the wolf's muscles to take control of the massive spire, Ari used both paws to stroke its length while shimmying out of his pants, freeing his growing length to frot against the underbelly of the monster cock. Barbs caught against each other, drawing combined moans from the dicks' owners.

Leading the overstimulated wolf by his cock, Ari brought him to their bed, tipping his lust-drunk body into the sheets and pondering the pretty sight of his oversized cock. The damn thing was 6 inches taller and nearly the size of Ari's forearm. While it looked more than doable for the tiger's hole, there was something else that its size brought to mind, and a wicked grin split his face as he pondered the more exotic applications of such a mammoth shaft.

Jake's adorable panting face sealed the deal, coaxing the tiger to reach below the bed for their box of toys. "Don't worry, sweety. I'll make sure you enjoy yourself." He promised the wolf as he dug in the box and found what he was looking for, a long string of sequentially growing beads.

The wolf whimpered wordlessly as the tiger swirled the first bead over his leaking tip but didn't protest as a blunted claw pushed it past the flexing piss slit, leaving a circular bulge in his shaft. His head leaned back, his paws digging into the bed as each growing ball popped into his cock, damming the steady flow of pre partially once the final fist-sized bead popped through.

"Holy shit, babe. I didn't think I could get all of them in." Stroking the stuffed cock, Ari leaned in to drag his tongue over the underbelly and test the repurposed beads with a slow tug. A moan without a hint of discomfort met his ministrations, and he grew bolder, popping the beads in and out of the wolf's violated cock and watching his knot grow along with the river of liquid arousal puddling under his balls.

"T-Too much. Can't-" Finally able to speak past the whimpered moans, Jake bucked his hips wildly, unleashing a flood of cum that shot the repurposed anal beads across the room in an arc. Showing no signs of stopping, his cannon of a cock blasted another nine shots of ceiling-splattering seed and a tenth smaller fountain to glaze his chest with another layer of musky goo.

Covered in a one-wolf bukkake, Ari wiped his face and rummaged in the box for a smaller toy to push into the wolf's heaving dick. A soft buzz filled the air as he turned the dial on the egg-shaped vibrator, feeding its cord down the wolf's cock and delighting in the noises it wrung from the post-orgasmic canine. Greedy paws gathered cum from the surrounding sheets and fingered it into his hole, loosening him up to take that mammoth cannon, and he stood to hover over it, surveying the shaft with a hunger he didn't know it was possible to feel.

It was slow going at first, despite the ample lube, and a burning sensation discouraged the tiger, but he grit his teeth and bore down, letting out a soft mewl as a suction-filled pop heralded Jake's cock's entrance into his well-practiced hole. The sheer size reminded him of his first time with a cock, but unlike the awkwardness of that first time, he wouldn't give up, working inch after inch past his unyielding pucker until his ass precariously balanced on the wolf's mammoth knot.

Panting and visibly torn between following the tiger's lead and the intense need to breed, the transformed wolf reached out to drag him into a sticky embrace. Clumsy paws roamed down his back to take hold of his hips, and bucking hips tested the tiger's loosening hole, growing more confident with each stroke.

Soon, all that Ari could do was hold on for dear life, drowning his moans in the wolf's pecs and hiking his tail for every brutal thrust. Slowly, his ring gave way to the wolf's knot, the dull pain of stretching giving way to the intense pulse of his poor, crushed prostate as finally, with a worryingly loud noise, it popped in, swelling the tiger's stomach with the outline of canine cock.

Fevered thrusts bounced the trapped tiger on the buried cock for an eternity, tugging his insides with every deep push as the egg vibrated through the shaft to stimulate his overworked hole. A howl heralded Jake's second finish, and a crushingly insistent grip mashed his cock against hard abs as gushes of fertile cream swelled his stomach into an impressive gut.

Striped arms gave out, leaving the tiger at the re-energized wolf's mercy, even as the massive cock inside of him surged with new life. Sharp teeth mashed against Ari's as the wolf flipped positions, humping the tiger into the cum-soaked bed and smearing his fur with liquid musk. Growled words panted out between desperate kisses, punctuated with hard thrusts that sloshed the tiger's already overfilled stomach. "Fucking. Love. You. Happy. Anniversary."

Too blissed out and overfucked to answer, Ari wrapped himself weakly around the rutting wolf, feeling around until he found the vibrator's dial and turned it to its maximum, coaxing a greedy snarl from the pounding wolf. If he was going to get fucked like an animal, he should well enjoy every second~.