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"Eat something."

"I can't."

"Just a little. Just have something before you pass out, would you?"

The bemused sounding feline perched at the small, round, Formica topped cafeteria table pushed the plate of toast closer to the elbow of his seated friend and roommate, "Just have some toast of something Jaime. Please."

"Ian...I don't know if I-..."

The slender ringtail seated next to him looked glassy-eyed and dazed. His pretty blonde hair was parted demurely and tucked back between his large, bat-like black furred ears, each with their white spot. His normally vivid golden brown eyes were unfocused as he toyed listlessly with everything the feline handed him instead of eating it. He gave a startled grunt as Ian flicked his steel gray paw up and grabbed his cute pink nose; the feline's other paw fending off his flailing arms. Ian's grip was surprisingly strong for his lean frame, as was his voice, "I've got all day you raccoon with a good PR job."

Jaime jerked his head back and forth, his eyes watering slightly till he opened his muzzle to gasp for air, prompting Ian to stuff a piece of toast unceremoniously into his delicate muzzle. The feline released his now numb nose with a satisfied grunt, "There, now chew..."

Looking ruffled the ringtail took a bite of the toast and chewed it roughly, glaring daggers at his roommate, "Look, I'm just a bit-..."

"Nervous? Jaime, you've been acting like a mental patient for 2 days. Ever since you made a complete ass of yourself in chem. By asking Jono out in front of the whole class."

The ringtail's giant ears burned red as the bubbling knot of queasy indigestion churned in his middle again. He looked at the toast in his paw, starting to place it back on his tray till Ian barked, "Keep eating!"

"Yes mother."

"I will fucking spank your ass if you keep lipping me."

Jaime smirked, but nodded, eating slowly as he blushed in earnest again, "But he said yes didn't he?"

"It might've just been shock. He was being stared at by the whole class and the professor."

"You're doing wonders for my self-esteem."

Ian's clear green eyes glinted as he shrugged, shaking his mop of raven hair back from his face and picking up his own fork again, "You're certainly pretty enough to hold his attention. But you know I don't like jocks."

"He's not that bad. I know you don't like jocks Ian, but I've heard Jono's really sweet."

"He might be. I've only seen him around and heard people talk about him mostly; I've never talked to him in class."

The feline shrugged again, "I just wonder if he's your type."

Jaime's eyes got that unfocused look again as he sighed wistfully, "You've seen his big, blue eyes."

"Yes. They're eyes."

"And that hair."

Ian's ears flicked back, "It's the same color as mine, thanks."

Jaime continued as though he hadn't heard the feline's gripe, "And his fur, black and white, it's so pretty."

"He's a tiger. They're all either black and white like that or orange and black, that I've noticed."

"And how he wears his shirts a half-size small... So you can see his pecs and his abs like that..."

"Yeah, I'd noticed. All the girls and a lot of the guys seem to like it. Seems shallow to me."

Ian shrugged again, fingering the hem of his own baggy black shirt, emblazoned with his favorite band's logo.

"And how he's always wearing those old jeans that show off-... Well, you know!"

Ian's ears and tail flickered softly as he smirked, "Yeah, I see we've come to the center of the shrubbery maze. You just want to see his cock."

Jaime choked abruptly on the piece of toast in his delicate muzzle, his eyes watering once more as Ian thumped him on the back. The bluish-gray furred feline giggled lightly, "Breathe, breathe Jaime... Can't suck his prong if you're dead."

"I do not-...!"

Jaime bristled, his strangled coughing and indignant sputtering making Ian chuckle, "Yeah, you do. You've wanted to unwrap that package since you first laid eyes on him. Jai, you're an inveterate bottom, you crave dicks like that on dicks like that. That's why you and I were never boyfriends, just the occasional blow or jerk since we were in high school."

Jaime tucked his pink ears, "You're versa Ian, and you've always said you just wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah well, I did that to save your feelings, as I know I'm not big enough to please you properly."

The feline leaned back and tapped his zipper with a fingertip, making Jaime sputter. The ringtail gripped the feline's paw, "But you make me happy, even if we don't fuck..."

"Yeah, I know, I love you too, but you want someone with a big prick Jai, you know it, I know it, stray dogs wandering the streets know it. It's how you hold your little ass while you walk."

Jaime blanched a bit, dropping the corner of toast in his fingers absently, "I...? Wait, I what? With my ass?"

Ian's ears flared as he raised a brow, tipping his head and leaning toward his ring-tailed friend, "You mean... You don't do that on purpose?"

"Do what on purpose?"

Ian tipped his head the other way, "How you hold your ass sort of out and to one side and shift your hips when you walk, when you want to get fucked. I always thought you did that on purpose when you're horny. You mean it's a reflex?"

"I-I-I... I never realized I did that. Do I really?"

Jaime blushed hard as he looked to Ian, watching the feline's face for any hint of sarcasm. Ian nodded, grinning, "Oh yeah, you do. When you're randy you really shake your butt at people. I'm surprised you didn't notice."

The ringtail looked slightly mortified as he shook his head, almost glancing down at his own hips before he jerked his head up, "N-no... I never noticed..."

Ian grinned, "Yeah, you really shake the goods, and with that giant tail of yours, it's not like people don't eventually stare at your little ass."

"Do-do... You think that's why Jono said yes?"

"It's possible. Do you care if all he wants to do is fuck you?"

Ian tapped his metallic purple lacquered claws on the table-top as Jaime sat, rubbing his face. The ringtail's handsome features were delicate, with his slim muzzle, wide, high cheeks, almond-shaped eyes and cute, blush colored nose and lips that pursed in thought. His sandy blonde fur and black and white highlighted markings were striking, adding to his reputation as being "pretty" but shy. Jaime's long, slim fingers played with the vee collar of his slightly snug violet shirt, the dip of the collar showing the thick, soft ruffle of pure white fur against his breast-bone. Unlike his roommate the ringtail tended toward form-fitting clothes, with his jeans being fairly tight around his hips, thighs and rump, showing off his slender limbs and adorable heart-shaped back-side when he bent over. Jaime looked at Ian, worrying his lower lip with a tooth, "Should I care if all he wants to do is fuck me?"

"No. Not really."

The slim feline shrugged, smiling and making his lip-stick coated lips tweak, "You like him, you want to see his dick, you want to get laid. So if he wants to fuck you, I think you should let him. If it doesn't lead to marriage, a house, a white picket fence and a mini-van, 2.3 kids and a dog, does that really bother you?"

Jaime pursed his lips harder, his libido warring with his sense of self-esteem and his desire to find that all-encompassing, at times nebulous concept of "love" that everyone had at some point in their lives. He finally was forced to give a tiny shrug, his zipper winning out, "No... I guess not?"

Ian barked out a small chuckle, "Not like this is a small campus. There's plenty of dick in the quad. You've seen how quickly Kian goes through them."

Jaime giggled at the mention of the feminine and sexually voracious snow leopard, nodding, "Yeah, but he's slowed down lately. Some people say he's got a new beau, older, and steady."

"Someone tamed Kian. Will wonders never cease, probably took a shock collar, or he's got money."

Ian laughed softly before he pushed his tray away, picking up his messenger bag stuffed with the trappings of academia and slinging it around his neck and shoulder, leaning over to kiss Jaime on the lips lightly, "I'll see you tonight, ok? Didn't Jono ask you to coffee first this afternoon? Did you want me to come with you? I can put Danny off for today; he's getting pretty good with his French so our tutoring can slow down a little."

Jaime kissed back, then smirked and wiped at his lips as the feline's black lip-stick smeared them, "I'll be fine. You need the money. Besides, we'll be in public, and I can always just leave."

"Alright. Good luck Jai."

Ian stood and took a step, then paused, a wicked smile making his feline features look even more angular than usual as he turned back a bit, "Just do me a favor... Wear your green shirt and your black jeans."

Jaime perked his ears, "You mean my green shirt that-..."

"Uh-huh."

"And the jeans with the big-..."

"Uh-huh. Trust me." Ian grinned, showing his fangs, "And wear my black panties. Third drawer, left side."

Jaime tipped his head, "The ones you call your "cock bait"?"

"Yup! Have fun!"

The feline patted Jaime between the ears, ruffling his hair with a grin and a wink, "See you later baby."

The rest of Jaime's day was reduced to a blurring whirl of discordant flashes. His focus was reduced to mainly nodding or shaking his head when asked a question, averaging about 50/50 whether or not he got it right at the time. He was thankful he didn't have any tests that day as he shook some sense into himself after showering. He slowly brushed out his shoulder-length blonde hair, gathering it into a loose tail that still allowed several strands to brush over his face coyly. The short ringtail rummaged in Ian's chest of drawers till he pulled out the pair of briefs the feline had recommended to him. He blushed brightly as the black panties were more lingerie than a piece of underwear; they were so small and so tight he was glad they were made of some sort of stretchy glossy material.

The pair of panties was basically nothing more than a triangle of fabric connected to two intersecting strips of the same. The thong backed bikini briefs left everything but his crotch and the tiny spot beneath the base of his tail exposed to the air as he wriggled his hips into them. The shiny fabric squeezed his sheath so much he was almost erect as he finished adjusting them, tugging his legs into his slender black jeans. The denim trousers were tight, designed to ride so low on his waist that the curve of his hips and the flat plane of his pelvis was visible save for the tight panties. They also happened, by luck and a protruding nail-head, to have a long tear over the left buttock, which had been inexpertly repaired, leaving a tantalizing flash of his fur visible.

Jaime tugged the green shirt Ian had told him to wear over his head with effort. His sister had bought him the plain cotton t-shirt for his birthday two years before, but had accidentally purchased it a full size and a half too small. The results were eye-pleasing, if difficult to breathe properly in. The emerald shirt exposed his flat belly and slender expanse of his torso and back by clinging like a second skin and left nearly a half inch of his waist exposed in normal pants. With the low-riding jeans it was transformed into nearly two inches of naked fur visible between waistband and hem, depending on how he moved. Jaime tucked his slim feet into a pair of cheap purple and black rubber sandals and with difficulty stuffed his wallet, phone and keys into his pockets, feeling slightly ridiculous with the bulges they created beneath the clinging denim.

The slender ringtail looked at himself in the mirror of his closet door, fingering his hair lightly, "I'm dressed like a slut."

On reflex he fished out his phone once more, clicking a picture of himself in the mirror and sending it to Ian with the hastily typed out inquiry; "How do I look?". He snapped his phone shut and waited, leaning against the side of the doorframe as he tried to control his nerves. After what felt like an hour his phone buzzed and pinged out the announcement of a reply and the ringtail flipped it back open, reading Ian's reply; "Prfct! Danny sez so 2! Go get im!".

Jaime giggled, half at Ian's typing, half at the thought of the feline showing his picture to the fox he was tutoring. Danny was cute enough, if short and on the slender side and Ian had said he was a pretty good lay, but that the vulpine needed more practice with his knot, tending to try to pull out too quickly. The thought made Jaime wince in sympathy as he locked the door to their small flat. The bright spring sunshine was warm, but not hot, with a refreshing breeze scented with green that ruffled his hair. Jaime walked idly down the quiet street next to the campus, trying to take his mind off the nerves jangling in his stomach. The afternoon sun was just beginning to slant, making the ringtail's blonde hair and sandy brown fur turn golden. He turned the corner, heading to the small, reasonably priced coffee shop a block from campus. It had a nicely appointed out-door patio with a dozen small, two person café tables, shaded with umbrellas.

Jaime glanced at the small group of people outside, not seeing Jono amongst them, and ventured inside, where the café held only a half a dozen tables and the counter on which the register sat and behind which the staff produced the orders. He glanced around, checking the time, giving the tiger the benefit of the doubt as he was almost 5 minutes early. When he'd ordered his coffee and fished out his wallet, wriggling his hips much to the subdued delight of the barista who was alternating eye-contact between his face and his ass. With a slight smirk Jaime accepted his coffee and paid, carrying both his cup and his wallet out in his paw instead of attempting to replace it in his pocket, making the feline behind the counter look slightly disappointed. As he rolled his eyes gently the ringtail relaxed his fingers, making his wallet plop to the floor. With a glance back at the tall feline Jaime bent over, holding his coffee out to avoid breaching the confines of the lid and adjusted his tail so that it gave a magnificent view of his ass while balancing him on his feet.

Jaime giggled softly as the subtle crash of a stack of dropped disposable cups let him know the feline behind the counter was nursing a sizeable erection before scooping up his wallet and levering himself upright once more. He slipped out the door without looking back, grinning gently as he selected a table beneath a stout oak tree nearest the low railing surrounding the patio. Jaime watched the golden spring day, feeling nervous, but reassured in his ultimate purpose by his conversation with Ian. He checked the time twice more, pondering a refill to his coffee before a flash of black and white surprised him from one side. Jono had come into the opposite side of the patio, approaching obliquely. Jaime swallowed as he took in the tall, broad feline, the tingling flutters in his belly pitching up in strength again.

Jono was well over 6 feet tall, twice as broad as Jaime, with a sturdy build, defined by his athletic habits. The tiger had broad shoulders, long, strong arms, a wide chest and belly, relatively narrow hips and thick thighs. These were hidden from Jaime by the tiger's ribbed cotton shirt, that was sleeveless and a pair of snug black jeans. His wavy shoulder-length black hair was tousled carelessly, framing his broad, feline face and bright, cornflower blue eyes. The tiger's face was serious, but not severe, softening as he looked at Jaime, his blue eyes widening at the ringtail's outfit. Jono's rumbling tenor always made Jaime's knees weak, slightly accented, making the ringtail wonder if the tiger's parents had been from a different country, "Hullo Jaime."

Jaime smiled as disarmingly as he could, tossing his blonde ponytail gently as he moved his head, "Hi Jono."

The tiger smiled, looking to the ringtail's cup, "I'm sorry I'm late, practice ran long. Did you need a fresh coffee?"

"I think I'd like one, sure."

Jaime shifted in his wrought iron chair, attempting to get his wallet freed and making his shirt ride up a bit more; throwing his hips and rump into relief against his tight jeans, "Hang on..."

Jono's bright eyes were drawn to the strip of naked fur between the ringtail's hem and waist-band, widening as he glimpsed the almost nonexistent pair of panties that just barely covered Jaime's rump, "D-d-don't worry about it Jaime. I've got it."

The ringtail ceased wriggling; allowing the tiger's brain to re-engage and he shut his muzzle with a click, rubbing a broad paw over his chin and throat. Jaime giggled softly, realizing swiftly the effect his outfit was having on the feline and decided to push it a bit farther, laying his paw on the tiger's leanly muscled forearm, "Thank-you. Something iced this time please? With lots of whipped cream."

"Shu-sure... I'll be right back."

Jono swallowed as he ventured inside, leaving the ringtail to smile in his wake. He re-appeared within a few minutes, holding two of the tall plastic cups in his paws, one topped with a large swirled mound of whipped cream for Jaime. The ringtail giggled coyly as he took his iced coffee, "Thank-you."

Jono nodded, slowly folding himself into the seat across from Jaime, "You're welcome. The serving male seemed distracted..."

"Probably got a lot on his mind."

Jaime giggled again, smiling over his cup at the puzzled looking feline as he took a sip of his drink, getting his lips coated in the sweet whipped cream. He realized this, but carried on as if he didn't notice, "I'm glad you decided to come Jono. I'm so sorry I blurted things out in class like that."

Jono perked an ear, distractedly looking at the sticky white clinging to the ringtail's lips as he smiled, rumbling gently, "Honestly, it's not the first time it's happened. I can't say I'm not flattered... But we barely know one another Jaime."

"Is that a problem? We could, ah, get to know one another... Couldn't we?"

Jaime smiled brightly, dabbling his finger in the whipped cream on top of his coffee. Jono sipped his own drink, his mind turning things over before he nodded lightly, "I suppose we could. Yes. Uh, Jaime, do you know you have whipped cream on your muzzle?"

Jaime perked his ears wide, blinking convincingly as he tipped his muzzle, "Do I? Where?"

The ringtail rubbed at his muzzle, searching for sticky spots he knew weren't there. He licked at his lips, letting his tongue brush over them almost lewdly as he watched the broad feline's eyes wander his face and lower. Jono finally reached over the table and brushed a finger against the ringtail's lip, "There."

Jaime blithely flicked his tongue out, not waiting for the tiger to withdraw his finger, licking both the feline's strong digit and his lips as he continued to feign ignorance, "Did I get it?"

Jono's surprised grunt turned into a subdued rumble as he felt himself shift in a place thankfully hidden by the table. The sensation of the slender ringtail's warm, wet tongue brushing his finger snagged at his libido as he realized Jaime was flirting with him. He swallowed lightly, clearing his throat, "There's a little bit more..."

"Where?"

Jaime's sly smile made the tiger chuckle, as the ringtail's muzzle was clean and they both knew it. Jono dipped his finger into the whipped cream of Jaime's drink, holding it up to the ringtail's lips, "There..."

"I think I can get it."

Jaime giggled, slowly flicking his tongue over Jono's finger, then surprised the tall tiger by opening his muzzle a bit more and slipping it over his digit. The black and white striped male cleared his throat to smother the surprised cough that threatened to burst from his throat. He inhaled stridently through his nose as Jaime deftly slid his muzzle down the length of his finger to the knuckle, letting him feel the hot, slick inside of his mouth before pulling back, licking his lips. Jono's large blue eyes looked slightly unfocused as Jaime favored him with a bright smile, "Did I get it?"

The tiger nodded, suddenly glad he was sitting down as the shift to his blood supply made him fight not to move his hips, "You... Got it."

Jaime nodded, rubbing his finger along the tiger's forearm, ruffling the feline's short, thick black and white striped pelt as he less than shyly felt his way up the tiger's muscled arm. He felt the dense musculature of the feline's arm, grinning softly, "Did I get anything else?"

Jono allowed the ringtail to explore his defined bicep and lower arm, rumbling in his chest again, "I think that depends on what else you'd like."

"Oh... I think we'd both like the same thing, wouldn't we?

Jaime leaned across the table, perking an ear as he looked to the striped feline, "You seem to like looking at my body. You certainly smell aroused. You didn't seem to have a problem looking at my ass the other day, or last week, when you thought I wasn't looking."

To his satisfaction his words made the tiger's rounded ears turn pink. Jono turned his head slowly, making his neck pop, "You... Have a nice ass."

Jaime nodded, grinning lopsidedly, "You have a nice package. They could go well together, if you wanted to get to know me better."

Jono nodded in return, taking a drink of his cooling coffee to lubricate his suddenly dry throat and muzzle. He licked his lips, "That's... Why you wanted to go out with me?"

"I think you're handsome, and you've got a nice ass and a big package. You don't seem to be a brain-dead jock, and I think I could like you, so I wanted to try to get to know you better."

Jaime paused briefly, "But if there happens to be benefits while getting to know one another, I won't say no? I've been pretty horny lately. I haven't gotten fucked in a long while."

He grinned as he watched the tiger's ears turn redder and redder as the feline shifted, obviously perturbed by something out of view. Jono inhaled and exhaled slowly, "You don't have a... boyfriend? Lover?"

"Boyfriend no. I sometimes play with a friend, with benefits."

"He won't mind if you play with someone else?"

Jaime shook his head, giggling, "He was the one who suggested this outfit."

Jono nodded, "I see. So... You're propositioning me?"

"I think so, yes."

The tiger played with his raven hair, watching the ringtail with interest, studying his curves and contours through his tight clothing. His sheath was thudding dully against his zipper from Lyiko's teasing, the heat making him restless as he watched the slim ringtail from across the table. Jono tugged at the front of his shirt, "So you want to..."

"Fuck. Is that a problem?"

Jaime giggled, grinning at the broad feline, "I would think a stud like you would be used to it by now."

Jono moved his paw in a so-so manner, "Normally it's skanks and cheap date types. Not normally someone pretty like you are. A lot of males don't hit on me, don't ask me why not. You're one of the first to be so bold."

"Sometimes males aren't sure, and asking someone like you if they like cock in other circumstances might get you beat up."

"Probably."

Jaime smiled, flexing his arms and legs, covertly sliding one foot out of its sandal before he lifted it and thrust it lightly between Jono's thick thighs, pressing his naked toes against his crotch, satisfied with the thick, distended lump he found resting there. The tiger's gasping grunt of shock was worth it as Jaime grinned, rubbing his living leather foot-pad over the swollen lump of the tiger's zipper, "Well?"

"If I say yes... Will you stop that...?"

The strain in the feline's rumbling voice was glaring as his crotch fought his self-control and he desperately struggled to keep his burgeoning erection under control, failing miserably. With the tip of his shaft now wedged almost immovably behind the buckle of his belt, nearly thrusting from the waistband of his jeans the tiger gripped the ringtail's slim ankle. Jaime pondered for a moment as he felt the length and breadth of the feline's prick now spread beneath his foot, measuring it with a tiny shiver of anticipation. He nodded, pulling his foot back a scant inch, raising his golden eyes to Jono's strained face, "So? I think a foot of you is interested, but it's hard to tell the exact length with just my foot. I have small feet."

Jono smirked, breathing slightly easier, but still left with his straining crotch, "I think you've convinced me. Or at least the part of me that's currently ragingly interested in you."

"We could go back to my place... If you wanted to free that up."

Jono looked down as Jaime tucked his foot back into his flip-flop, pulling his shirt down and his jeans up enough to hopefully conceal his problem, "Is it far? If this comes flopping out in public..."

"A block, block and a half, max, I promise."

"Alright. Get your damn coffee."

Jono smirked at the slender ringtail as he stood gingerly; readjusting his clothes once more to conceal the throbbing tent he sported. He jumped as Jaime circled an arm around his own and held his paw, making the ringtail giggle, "Just walk close to me, people won't notice."

"You did this..."

The tiger's disgruntled rumble made the ringtail giggle more, "Yes yes, and I'll take care of it soon enough."

"You better."

The slightly tense walk back to the small apartment was quick and Jono let out a sigh of relief as the door shut behind them with a click and snap of the lock. Jaime laughed softly, "You're in private now; you can relax."

"I can but can this..."

As the tiger turned back to him Jaime gaped at the still erect lump pressing outward, "Damn, when you get it up you're serious aren't you? You're still hard after a five minute walk?"

"Well, when my damn belt and jeans are constantly rubbing my damn cock..."

Jono's growl was one of heated frustration as he kicked at the heels of his shoes with the opposite foot, getting them off and into the entryway, tugging at his belt as he followed Jaime. The ringtail grinned, "Through there."

He pointed to the door to his bedroom, slipping out of his sandals and slipping past Jono and into his room as the tiger hesitated in the doorway, growling at his belt. Jaime sat on the bed with a plop, "Come here, lemme look at it."

Jono minced gingerly to the bed, his jeans stuck tightly as he rumbled down at the ringtail. Jaime tugged at the free end of the tiger's belt, peering at the buckle when the feline lifted his shirt, giving a dazzling glimpse of his rippled belly, "Yeah, your belt is wedged, with your cock stuck up in the waistband like that, you can't get enough slack to get them unbuckled, but if I..."

Jono groaned as the ringtail's paws gripped both his waistband and the tip of his diamond-hard prick and shoved the latter down and to one side as he pulled the former out as far as he could against the confining belt. Without the obstruction wedging it taut the tiger's belt unbuckled easily enough, Jaime unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the zipper as well before he sat back, licking his now pre-cum sticky fingers. The feline's taste was pleasant, strong and salty, making him shiver as Jono watched him work his tongue. The tiger yanked his shirt off over his head and shucked his jeans to the floor, giving Jaime enough time to savor the picture of the feline's massive prick distending his plain white underwear, making it tent magnificently as his tip strained at the waistband of them. Jono growled gently, watching the lazily grinning ringtail as he yanked his briefs down and kicked them away, standing naked before Jaime, "That's better, shit that was starting to hurt..."

"What...?"

Jaime's golden brown eyes were focused on the tiger's broad, naked body, with his sculpted chest, ridged stomach and proud, jutting cock, a dusky pink, probably nearer to the ringtail's estimate of a foot than he'd thought before. Its blunt glans was wet with smeared pre-seed, the entire length twitching in time with the feline's heart-beat as he stood and smirked hard at the ringtail, "Your turn."

Jaime blushed brightly, his long, thick, banded tail thumping against the floor with nerves as he leaned back on the bed and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his clinging jeans, looking to the tiger, "Um, would you? These're a bear to-..."

Jono smirked softly, leaning over and helping the pretty ringtail to squirm his hips loose of the tight denim, grunting, "You weren't kidding, how the hell did you get these on over your fur?"

"Carefully."

The tiger snorted in laughter as he nodded, "My older brother wore leather pants once that were so tight they actually started giving him bald spots where the seams rubbed."

"Owwie..."

Jaime winced in sympathy, then grinned, "Bet he looked damn good tho, if he looks like you."

Jono snorted, pulling harder till the stubborn jeans came off past the ringtail's feet, "How would I know, he's my brother."

"So? I've seen porn of it."

"Fuck, you're kinky, just my luck."

Jono chuckled as he yanked harder and the black jeans came loose of Jaime with a rustle, he tossed them away negligently, watching the ringtail work on his shirt and letting his gaze drop to the panties clothing the ringtail's crotch, barely, "Fuck those look good on you."

"Ian was right."

Jaime wriggled, the shirt catching on his muzzle till he wrenched it loose, giggling and rolling over on the bed to expose his bare ass to the standing tiger. Jono gaped at the ringtail's gorgeous, smooth, just slightly full rump, shaped like a heart as Jaime arched his hips and wriggled it at him, "You like that big boy?"

The ringtail squeaked in shock as the tiger's broad paw came down with a *crack* on his ass, blushing hard and shivering. He bit his lip as his own crotch gave a twitch, smirking and wriggling his butt more at the tiger who growled, a deep, resonate, almost primal sound, "Keep teasing me and we'll see how much of a cock-slut you are..."

Jaime's ears almost caught fire as they burned scarlet at the feline's words, uttering a tiny pant after he had caught his breath. He stiffened as the bed bounced beneath him, Jono kneeling on the edge and leaning over the belly-down ringtail. The tiger maneuvered his body like he was doing a push-up, making Jaime nearly squeal in heated surprise as Jono slapped his massive prick down into the cleft of his ass and ground it there like he was trying to start a fire. The feel and thickness of the growling tiger's cock rubbing up and down the cleft of his rump made Jaime almost dizzy, with Jono's hot breath in his bat-like ear rumbling at him, "So there's the mythical tiger meat you wanted to see so badly."

The tiger bit Jaime's ear with surprising passion, making the slender ringtail whimper and shudder harder. He reached down and fingered the base of the slender male's tail, "So you want to see my cock closer up?"

"Yesss..!"

Jono grinned, "I thought you might. So come on..."

The tiger lifted his hips, scooting back till he regained his feet, holding his thick cock at the base as Jaime rolled onto his backside and slid forward till he was face-level with the feline's crotch. Jono extended a broad paw, gripping the back of Jaime's skull and pulling his head close, maneuvering his cock till it was rubbing the side of the ringtail's delicate muzzle, "So how's that look? Smells good too?"

"Oh yeahhh..."

Jaime whimpered softly, lifting his paw and cupping the tiger's large, rounded sac, feeling the dense heft of the twin orbs of hot flesh nestled in Jono's dangling sex. He groaned, squeezing them, "Mmm, these feel full, haven't been emptied in a while?"

"Haven't jerked off lately. Lucky you."

Jaime grinned as he nodded with a tiny bob of his head, moaning as Jono moved his hips and made his massive length slide against his muzzle and face. The tiger's oozing tip was dripping its warm, strongly scented fluid onto the ringtail's face as he thrust his cock against Jaime's muzzle, "You like big cocks, eh?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"I always kind of had you pegged for a bit of a cock sucker... You look enough like a female."

Jaime shrugged with a jerk of his shoulders, "You'd prefer a female?"

"At the moment, I'd prefer if you opened your damn mouth."

Flushed, the ringtail allowed his muzzle to drop open obligingly, making Jono chuckle, waving the blunt, thick tip of his cock, "Wider."

Despite his words the feline pushed the glans of his cock into Jaime's muzzle, groaning in bliss as the ringtail's warm, wet maw engulfed the end of his prick. Jaime grunted softly, closing his eyes as the thick tiger prick was stuffed into his muzzle, prizing his jaw open farther and farther till he thought his delicate muzzle might be overwhelmed. With the first half of Jono's cock within his mouth the ringtail sucked hard, letting the tiger's length slip and slide back and forth and in and out over his tongue. The growling feline's body was taut, throwing his muscles into relief as he arched over the mewling ringtail, "Ohhh, that feels good. Can you take it deeper?"

He relaxed his grip enough for Jaime to twitch his head in a nod, rumbling in passion as he purred, "Good..."

Jono grunted, his entire prick twitching as he pulled back a bit, "Deep breath."

Jaime snatched a breath then felt Jono's paw tighten on his skull. His belly did a little wobble with nerves as he tried to relax his muzzle as much as he could. The panting feline arched his hips and pushed, making his thick length give a shove into the ringtail's muzzle, groaning loudly as he kept thrusting tipping his head down so he could watch. Like a magic trick the feline's twitching cock slowly vanished into the slender ringtail's muzzle inch by inch till his balls were rubbing against Jaime's chin. He could hear the slim ringtail making tiny gagging noises, squirming against his paw as his prick was completely buried to the hilt in Jaime's muzzle. The funny gurgling sounds reached a peak and Jono could feel Jaime's throat constrict, trying to force his cock out. Tingles of heat raced over the tiger's body as the ringtail's warm, slippery maw and throat convulsed gently around his length, squeezing it tight.

Jaime's paw slapped him on the ass and Jono came to his senses long enough to pull back, jerking his cock from the ringtail's throat and muzzle. Jaime made a sound like a breaching whale as he gasped, then gagged, his muscles clenching as he panted through his nose. The ringtail mumbled thickly, "Sorry, gag reflex..."

"S'ok baby. Open up."

Jono rumbled in pleasure as he slipped his broad glans back into Jaime's muzzle, feeling it thick with saliva, lubricating its passage as he pushed it back in half-way, then pulled it back till just his glans was between the ringtail's lips. The tiger bucked his hips this way half a dozen times, then thrust them hard again, pulling Jaime's head toward him once more, groaning as his cock slid into the slender ringtail's throat once more. Jaime's throat bulged with the thick slab of feline meat, making him gag once more, squeezing Jono's prick again hard. The panting feline pulled back quickly, his balls giving a heave in their sac as he rumbled, "Shit, can't do that too hard, I'll cum..."

He grinned, "Much as I'd like to fuck your face, I'm more interested in your ass at the moment."

Jaime grinned, despite his wet, dripping face, rumbling cutely, "Oh yeah stud, I want to feel your giant prick up my ass."

"That's a good boy, so come on; get those panties off so I can fuck you good and proper."

Jono pulled Jaime to his feet deftly, watching with a grin as the ringtail gripped the stretchy bikini brief panties and pulled them down. As he attempted to step free of the clinging panties the ringtail's foot got tangled up and he wobbled, tripping himself up and crashing to the floor in an unceremonious heap with a tiny screech. As Jono gasped, watching the ringtail fall he jumped as a scream lanced across his ears;

"CUT!!! CUT! CUUUUUT!!! Fucking cut! Goddamn it Jimmy!"

The ringtail went limp on the floor, shoving his hair out of his face as he snarled, looking up to the older, spotted male perched in a canvas and wood chair across the room from the bed, "WHAT?! Not my fault Gabby bought these godsawful things, they're too fucking tight anyway."

The slender male huffed, wrenching the panties from around his ankles and launching them across the room, almost winging the tall canid male with the camera balanced against his shoulder now that he had taken it away from the front of his face. Jimmy threw his paws up to the tall tiger male, "Well, help me up! Fuck Jonah you're such an asshole sometimes!"

The muscular tiger growled, reaching down and yanking the slender ringtail to his feet almost roughly enough to make him yelp, "Why're you yelling at me for?! You're the one who ruined the fucking scene by tripping on your own goddamn feet."

"I don't write this fucking shit. Get your paws off me; you almost choked me with your fucking cock. I told you before we started to take the deep-throat scene SLOW."

Jimmy whirled, snatching a towel from one of the males who were now milling around the bedroom, looking lost. He wiped his face, sniffing in distaste as he gazed at the tall, slightly overweight snow leopard now scowling and leafing vehemently through the script in his lap, "Fuck Greg, did you have to stop the scene so suddenly? We could have kept going and just edited that out."

Jonah nodded as he pointed to his still thudding cock, "Yeah, now what am I supposed to do with this?!"

Greg flattened his ears as he snapped his gaze up to the tall tiger, "You want me to suck it for you asswipe? Jesus H. Christ why do you think I keep fluffers around here for? My goddamn cock? Go get one to suck you off or ask Dan to do it! Christ..."

The steely blue furred feline stuck his head through the doorway, sucking a lollipop, "Did someone call my name? I thought my scenes weren't till later."

He stopped dead at the disarray in the room, backing away from the growling snow leopard in the chair as the camera male snapped the lens cap onto his unit, "Ohhh Shit, who did what?"

"Jimmy tripped over his goddamn feet..." The male who'd handed the ringtail a towel whispered as he passed from the room, ducking his ears as the slender male threw him the finger. Dan winced, "Shit, Jimmy, you know how that sets Greg off..."

"It's not my fault! I'm ready to keep going if this ass will be a little gentler with my ass this time..."

The ringtail jerked his thumb back at the tiger who was standing, glowering next to the bed. Jonah huffed, running a paw through his dark hair, "I didn't ask to get paired up with such a picky bitch..."

"Would you all shut the fuck up?! You're giving me a migraine... KYLE! Who the fuck wrote this script??"

The snow leopard growled, throwing the bound document into the arms of the fox that came bolting at the sound of his name, "Fucking A... "Big throbbing prick, oh yeah, fuck me baby, cock-slut?? What sane people say shit like this to one another when they fuck? Did we PAY this hack for this stereotypical shit?"

The red furred fox cleared his throat, "Uh, Gould, sir..."

The vulpine tucked his ears and mumbled else something no one could quite make out, but it didn't matter anyway as the exasperated spotted feline collapsed back in his chair, "Never mind, never mind. Fuck me... Bad enough we've got this tired jock meets nerdy boi and they fuck like rabid weasels shit anyway. Might as well make one of them a cross-dressing fag who gets beat up for being a fruit if we're gonna hit ALL the useless bullshit triggers. Shit, if you could boil the sap this idiot churns out you could pour it on pan-cakes. Remind me never to use him again and when we're done fertilize my garden with that idiot's cum-rag."

Greg pinched the bridge of his muzzle, sliding his glasses up as he gusted a sigh, "Sorry kids, this script is getting to me. Why don't we take a half an hour, decompress, I'm gonna go take a damn pill. Jonah, go get someone to suck your cock, we'll come back, try again. Jimmy, sweetie, I'm sorry I yelled. Kyle, go take that piece of literary dysentery and a permanent marker and cross out everything that sounds like something a dime-store porn novel might say would'ja?"

APRIL FOOLS!

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself....