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Tales from the Cat House

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Tanner prowled the room with equal parts impatience and apprehension, pacing first one way and then the other. It had only been ten minutes, but he had already memorized the room's dimensions. Not that it had been hard, mind you, it was a relatively small room.

The tiger paused near the door, one hand set against the wall as he once again took in the chamber's relatively posh decor. Although it only stretched roughly twenty paced by twenty paces, every effort had been made to turn the waiting room into a place of luxury. The walls were painted a cool pastel shade, the floor was covered in a thick shag carpeting that had to be three inches deep, and the bed - ah, the bed.

There were two chairs and a table, too, but the bed was what really held Tanner's attention. Perhaps eight paces long from from base to headboard, it was heaped high with silk pillows piled atop satin sheets, arrayed to present the maximum allure for any feline who might be looking for a place to nap.

Not that Tanner was planning on taking a nap. No, napping was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

He paced the room again, briefly pausing near the painting that was hanging above the bed. Each room along the hallway was almost identical in decor, but the painting was always different. He had been in enough of them to know that. This one seemed to be a portrait, skillfully rendered to portray a fetching young panthress clad in little more than fur and lace.

The tiger licked over his lips, his ears perked as he admired the painting. He didn't recognize the girl in the portrait, but he suspected that she was from a time before his. After all, the unimaginatively named Cat House was both the oldest and the most popular brothel in the city of Mara'kach.

Tanner chuckled wryly to himself, absently wondering if his father might have once enjoyed the panther's company. Or his grandfather. He almost felt jealous, as she had an exotic - almost mystical, really - allure about her.

There certainly weren't any panthers working in the brothel these days, but that was hardly a surprise given their so-called noble houses. Honestly, they had little actual claim to nobility, but they insisted on putting on the appearance of power these days. There were still panthers who "slummed it" and frequented brothels, but to see one working at an establishment such as this? Unthinkable.

Still, it was fun to imagi-

"Sorry to keep you waitin'."

Tanner started some, his fur bristling as he tore his eyes off of the painting and looked to the source of the voice instead.

"Sorry, did I scare ya?" The door eased shut behind the newcomer, and she offered up an apologetic smile. She was tall and broad-shouldered, but dramatically curved at both hip and chest. She was also distinctly canine, which set her apart from almost all of the other beastkin working at the aptly named Cat House.

"N-... no, of course not." Tanner mumbled, unconvincingly. The tiger rubbed lightly at the back of his neck, the tip of his good ear turning a bright crimson beneath the light layer of orange fur.

"'Course not," the canine chuckled. Her fingers deftly worked the latch on the door, securing it firmly in place before she turned back toward the feline. "So, it's... Tanner, right?"

The feline blushed harder, his whiskers twitching as he desperately tried to keep his emotions under control. Honestly, he had no reason to be embarassed - he had been to the Cat House a dozen times before, and this was the first time he could ever remember blushing. Of course, this was also the first time he had ever asked if he could get a room with the bouncer.

"R-... right, yeah, Tanner. I'm-" The tiger's sentence cut short with a sharp squeak, as he felt the canine press close. He hadn't even heard her move, but she had slipped across the room to drape one powerful arm about his shoulders and the other at his waist.

She looked amused, but she resisted the urge to tease the smaller feline. This close, the size difference was all the more evident. Tanner was a sizable beastkin, standing just above seventeen hands high, and his muscular frame weighed in at almost fifteen stone. Still, she easily stood a head taller, and likely outweighed him by another five stone.

"Yer a soldier, right?" She briefly looked him over, tracing her eyes over the contours of his face. His left ear was tattered, shorn at half the length of his right, but otherwise he was very handsome for a tiger - or a 'striper', as her kin would have called him.

Tanner wheezed, feeling more than a little weak in the knees as he drew in a deep breath of the female's musk. She was standing close to him - very close, so much so that her chest was almost pressed to his chin, but he angled his gaze upward to meet hers. "Ah, sure, sometimes."

"Veridia," she smiled, her voice rumbling with a distinctively accented growl. She was almost wolf-like in appearance, although not quite to the extent of the wolves of the Amazonian Wastes. Her ears were dramatically large and angular, her fur a soft shade of cobweb-gray, and her loosely curled tail had begun to sway behind her.

"It's a p-... ah, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Veridia." Tanner blushed harder now, his body flushed as he worked up the nerve to curl his own arms about the canine's waist. "I, uh-"

"Please. S'just Veri to my friends." She laughed, softly, one hand pressing to the back of the tiger's head as she gently nudged his muzzle downward into her ample cleavage. "And you don't haf'ta be polite. We only have the room fer an hour."

"R-... right," the tiger stuttered. His eyes were wide, but he made no move to pull his muzzle from the female's chest, instead openly admiring the dramatic curves that were hovering less than an inch from his nose. Veridia was wearing a blouse, but the collar was cut so low that she might as well have been naked.

"So," she prompted him, her head cocked as she offered a playful smile. One hand came in low, rather unsubtly groping between his thighs as she rumbled. "How d'you think we should pass the time? Or are you just gonna ogle?"

Tanner uttered a soft squeak, pressed up onto his toes as he leaned against the canine. It was a playful grope, but the taller canine had still put some strength into it, and it took the tiger a few seconds to catch his breath. "W-well, uh, I was thinking that you might..."

Veridia arched a brow, waiting patiently as she worked her fingers over the front of the feline's pants. Her powerful fingers traced about the distinctive bulge of the male's erection, her forefinger and thumb carefully kneading through the fabric of his garment. "Mmhm? Thought it might be fun t'sleep with the bouncer? Or maybe..."

She stepped back, stifling a laugh as the tiger almost whimpered when her chest pulled away from his muzzle. Her broad tongue swept along one side of her muzzle, and she began to lower herself onto her knees in front of Tanner as she crooned. "Or maybe you just want t'know if I'm really THAT good with my tongue...?"

The male blushed again, his eyes wide as he stared down after the kneeling female. It was... well, it was a tempting offer. More than tempting. And honestly, given that he had shelled out half of the pay from his last job to finance this meeting, he felt that he probably SHOULD take her up on that offer. Still, it wasn't what he was here for.

Swallowing hard, Tanner reached down to gently nudge the canine's jaw with his fingers. "Er, n-... no, uh-" And a pause, as his ears slicked back and his gaze averted. "I, uh, want you to..."

Veridia cocked her head to the other side, looking genuinely curious as she nimbly worked at the feline's belt. "Mmr? You'd rather see what I can do with my breasts, perhaps? Or maybe you just wanna try doin' things dogkin-style..."

"I want you to kick me in the balls," the tiger blurted.

"Oh," Veridia smiled. Slipping back to her feet, she towered over the tiger once more. Both brows arched, she took a few steps back, a hand set to her hip. "Izzat all?"

Tanner blinked, forcing himself to fix his eyes on the canine's face once more. His tongue flicked over one of his sharper teeth, but he seemed to be building up a bit of momentum now that he had managed to break the ice. "Well, I mean, uh, more than once."

She chuckled, making no effort to hide her amusement now as she caught the hem of her shirt in one hand. She stripped the garment off in a smooth, practiced motion, leaving herself almost bare from the waist-up. A long strip of cloth was still in place, wrapped about the lower swell of her chest for modesty and support, but it was so scant against her fur that it almost seemed to accentuate her nudity rather than reduce it.

"You sure?" She rumbled, absently folding her shirt over one of the chairs. "It'll hurt."

The tiger's eyes dipped lower, now, although he had the decency to at least pretend he wan't staring at the canine's chest. It was silly, of course, since she was obviously disrobing for his benefit, but she appreciated the gesture. "R- right, of course it will hurt."

"A lot." She smirked a little, one hand set to the tiger's chin as she lifted his head until their eyes met again. "I'm very good at kickin' people in the balls. It's why they made me a bouncer."

"I think I can, uh-" Tanner's voice cracked, his tail dropping behind him as he tried (and failed) to look casual. "I think I can take it. I've been kicked in the balls before."

Veridia laughed, a hand raised to stifle the sound, but she nodded and took another step back. She was almost five paces distant now, but both beastkin knew that she was still easily within range to carry out the tiger's request if she had a mind to. "Not by me, you haven't."

Tanner nodded dumbly, his gaze dipping again - although this time his eyes glossed right over the canine's chest, past her hips, and down to her legs. She was still wearing pants of soft leather that hugged her furred hips and clung to her thighs tight enough to show off the ripple of her well-toned muscles. She was distinctly feminine, but there was no doubting the power behind those long, lethal limbs.

Veridia rolled her head to one side, working a kink from her neck with an audible 'Krik!'. Knowing that the tiger was watching her, she offered him a sharp-toothed grin as she flexed her thick toes against the carpeting. "Well, it's yer money, but you haf'ta know that I'm a big girl. I can't guarantee that I won't... break something."

The tiger swallowed again, his eyes still fixed on the female's leg, watching avidly as she flexed her ankle. "R-... right, I already signed a waiver. If, uh, worse comes to worse I've got a few mugs of healing juice waiting for me at the bar."

She snorted faintly, still smiling as she rolled her other ankle. She had expected to be on her back about now, but it was looking like she might be getting a different kind of workout. "Smart. But still, uh, you're sure y'wouldn't rather have one of the other gals do this? Lena, maybe? Or Victoria? Or maybe the twins..."

Tanner blushed, hard, but he stubbornly shook his head. "No, not them. I've tried, but... ah... well, Lena pulls her kicks. Victoria will do it, but it's obvious she doesn't want to. And the twins are, uh..." He cleared his throat, ears slanting forward as he scowled a bit. "No, I definitely want you."

Veridia shrugged, smiling brightly as she crooked a finger. "Well, that's good enough fer me. Now take yer pants off."

"I, uh... what?" The tiger suddenly seemed nervous all over again. "Why?"

The canine offered a toothy grin, her tongue flicking lightly over her sharp teeth. "'Cuz I wanna make sure I don't miss. Plus, it'll make it easier t'see if I accidentally crush somethin'."

"Oh, r-... right. Of course." Tanner nodded uncertainly, but a look from the female set his hands into motion. Veridia had already undone his belt, so it was a simple matter to shrug off his cloth breeches, followed swiftly by his small clothes.

Veridia whistled low, in an oddly appropriate wolf-whistle. The tiger was already hard - no surprise there, given that he'd been ogling the canine since she first walked in. From what she was seeing, though, the feline certainly didn't have anything to be embarassed about. Sure he wasn't hung like a minotaur, but he was still... respectably sized.

She reached down boldly, right past Tanner's bobbing erection, to roughly take hold of his dangling balls. They were a bit on the heavy side, about the size of two chicken eggs, but from the tiger's startled squeak she could guess that they were still just as sensitive as any male's pair. Smirking again, she rolled them briskly in her large hand, giving them the occasional light squeeze.

"Hm, not bad, Tan. Shame to mess these things up, but if you've already made up yer mind..."

Tanner coughed lightly, his good ear flicking back as he wavered unsteadily. The canine's brusque inspection was playful, but her fingers were still powerful enough that even her teasing squeezes were enough to send a sharp ache up into his gut. Or maybe that was just the anticipation. "Y-... yes, I have."

Veridia rolled her shoulders in a casual shrug, reluctantly letting the male's goods loose. She took a few steps back, hands set to her hips as she leveled her gaze on the feline. "Alright then, I won't waste any more of yer time then."

And a pause, as she remembered something. "Oh, uh, don't s'pose you've got a safe word?"

"Kittenmakers." Tanner responded without hesitation, although his eartips were flushed as he did so. He had obviously given it some thought beforehand.

The canine laughed, shaking her head in bemusement. "Kittenmakers. I like that." And another grin split her muzzle as she reached over to muss the shorter feline's headfur. "Yeah, that'll do. You ever feel like it's gettin' too hot and heavy, just say that word and it'll remind me that you still wanna have kittens someday."

He smiled faintly at that, his good ear flicked forward. "R-... right."

Veridia cocked her head slightly, her gaze flicking lower as she unabashedly studied the male's crotch again. "So, how d'you want me to do this? I've got about a hundred different ways that I can make you wish you weren't a guy, so you'll need to help me narrow it down a little."

"Oh," Tanner hesitated. "Well, uh, nothing too fancy. We can just... start with a kick, maybe?"

She chuckled, bobbing her head in a slight nod. "Sure. What kind've kick? Toe? Heel? Shin? Maybe knee?"

Tanner smiled nervously, his striped tail flicking behind him in anticipation. "Er, how about we just call it dealer's choice. Surprise me."

Veridia eased her weight from one foot to the other, flexing her legs in turn as she limbered up. "Can do. And..." there was a slight glint in her eye as she took a pregnant pause, "...how hard?"

"As hard as you can." Tanner replied, although he almost seemed to be forcing himself to say it. There was a definite note of nervousness in his voice, but he set his jaw and tensed up some as if ready to suffer the consequences.

The female snorted, a faint smile on her lips. "Well alright then, guess this's gonna be a short session. Spread yer legs."

Tanner drew in a deep breath, then complied with the canine's request. His striped legs spread wide, his arms were folded behind his back, and his nethers were left dangling in the crisp, cool air of the Cat House.

Veridia took her sweet time, flexing her arms now as she continued to limber up. She tensed the muscles of her legs - her powerful calves, her thick thighs, collectively capable of easily kicking the life right out of most hapless targets. The whole time, though, she kept her eyes fixed on Tanner to gauge his demeanor. His breathing was a little forced, his heartbeat obviously elevated, but otherwise he seemed surprisingly calm and collected given what was about to happen.

That was good enough for her.

The canine planted her left foot firmly against the shag carpet as she cocked her other leg back sharply. She took one measured breath, then swiveled her hips and brought her leg back forward in one swift, smooth motion. It was a relatively simple and graceless technique, but effective enough against an immobile, willing target.

Time seemed to freeze for the tiger at that instant, although he honestly only caught the sudden motion of the canine's leg from the corner of his eye. He had tried his best to keep his mind focused on her chest, instead, his muzzle bobbing ever so slightly as her breasts bobbed sharply with the motion of her body. It was remarkable the way every curve and every muscle in her body seemed to move in unison with her sudden motion. It was almost beautiful, in a way.

Then the kick struck home.

Tanner winced as he heard the impact first - the loud slap of smooth, furred flesh against decidedly softer furred flesh. A split second later, he felt it, as a sudden streak of white-hot pain exploded through his body, starting at his groin and shooting straight up into his brain. His eyes snapped shut in an instant, and the world suddenly seemed to go weightless as he could feel his own feet leaving the ground.

Just as suddenly he was on the ground, although he couldn't for the life of him remember how he had gotten there. He had landed on his hands and knees, but just as quickly he rolled onto his side as the pain in his loins redoubled. The initial impact had been bad enough, but the agony that followed was even worse - his balls were wasting no time in howling their protest at this sudden abuse.

He groaned, the strangled sound seeming foreign to his ears, and he spasmed against the ground. He wanted to shield his crotch, to instinctively protect the core of his manhood, but he forced himself to dig his fingers into the carpet instead. He could feel the bile rising in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it back down and focused on breathing. He just needed to breath for a moment.

To Veridia, it had only taken a split second. Her leg had cocked back and swung forward in almost the same breath, and she had plowed the top of her right foot up into the male's groin in a smooth and well-practiced motion. The impact had been solid, but fleeting, as it struck with enough force to kick the tiger a good half-pace off the ground and two solid paces backwards.

She lowered her leg again, after, absently flexing her toes as she smiled down at the squirming tiger. It had been a good kick, she knew that much, but it had been so quick that she had barely gotten a chance to feel his balls distort against her foot. Despite his request, she had held back some - she didn't want to actually castrate the fellow, after all - but she had to imagine that she had still flattened his kittenmakers to half their normal size.

The canine took a moment to straighten her makeshift top - she didn't mind going topless, but the tiger was hardly in any state to appreciate the sight, and her breasts were heavy enough that they'd just get in the way if he actually wanted her to kick him again. That would probably be a while, though, judging from the cringing male's labored breathing and trembling frame.

Tanner gritted his teeth, forcing himself to draw a slow breath, and then another, and another. With some effort, he managed to steady his breathing, and despite the blazing pain in his loins and the roiling nausea in his gut he forced his body into motion. He pushed onto his hands and knees, but he didn't get any farther.

Veridia whistled again, seeming genuinely impressed. "Huh, normally a fellah'd be cryin' his eyes out about now, but yer already halfway back to yer feet."

She grinned a little wider, reaching down with one hand to grasp the tiger by the scruff of his neck, hauling him unsteadily to his feet. Apparently she WOULD have to put a little effort into the session. "You okay there, hun?"

The tiger managed to stay on his feet, but only by leaning heavily against the canine's frame. His muzzle pressed firmly to her shoulder as he stifled another groan, his tail spasming behind him like a wounded snake as he kept his mind on breathing. Just breathing, in and out, in and out. "Nf... hh... g-... gods..."

The canine smiled, patting the feline smartly on the rear. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Just lemme know when yer up fer another one."

"Ng... g-... go ahead," he muttered. "J-... just... hf..."

She perked an ear, her neck craned as she peered down at the wheezing feline's face. "Just... what?"

Tanner drew in another deep breath, his tail lashing more deliberately as he steeled himself. The agony was still raw and pulsing, but he was confident that he'd managed to get a handle on it. "J-... just, uh, could you... ng... say something when you do it?"

Veridia arched a brow, her hands sliding to the male's sides as she helped prop him upright. "Say somethin'? Like what?"

Tanner flushed, somehow finding enough presence of mind to be embarassed despite his situation. "A-.. .anything is, nn... anything is fine."

"Sure thing, hun." She smiled again as she slid her hands upward, pushing the tiger back step by step until his shoulders were pressed to the wall of the room. Veridia kept her hands tucked beneath his armpits, holding him steady as she looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes flicking down to the pained feline's nethers. He was still hard, so at least she wouldn't have to worry about hitting the wrong target.

"Hrrm..." she rumbled, pondering on what she should be saying. She was a creature of action, not witticisms, but she didn't want to disappoint the male. He was paying for her company, after all - in more ways than one.

An ear perked, she grinned again as she decided to keep it simple. Her left leg cocked back this time, and in another smooth and well-practiced motion her thigh bulged as her knee rocketed up into Tanner's crotch with unforgiving force. She was still holding back a little, but not by much.

The tiger hardly seemed to notice any lenience on her part, and the firm 'thump' of impact was easily drowned out by his pitched yowl. The knee struck firmly enough to lift him onto his toes, but Veridia's firm grip kept him from lifting any further, putting all that much more force behind her broad knee as it crushed into the the feline's kittenmakers.

"Crrrunch," she uttered, growling happily as the word rolled off of her tongue. She kept her leg lifted for the moment, savoring the feel of the male's balls flattening between her firmly pressing kneecap and the tiger's unyielding pelvis. Her leg was planted hard enough to keep him dangling off of the ground, his toes hanging a hairs-breadth from the ground as his weight was settled on that emasculating knee.

She had to admit - this was far more satisfying than the punt she had given him before, because this time she could actually FEEL his balls squashing flat - and she could tell that she had gotten both of them. Of course, given the width of her legs and the size of the tiger's balls, that was hardly a surprise.

"Nnk-" Tanner shuddered against the female, his muzzle pressed to her chest as tears sprung to his eyes. The agony was more immediate this time, that familiar explosive pain surging through his crushed orbs and knotting up in his stomach. For a second he thought he might scream - or maybe he already had?

This was easily the hardest he had ever been kicked, and for a second the tiger almost regretted having asked the impossibly powerful canine to do it. But no, this was what he wanted, wasn't it? It, uh... of course it was. He had fantasized about it often enough to know that he'd hate himself for wimping out.

"Nng... a-... again!" He gasped, although he knew he was nowhere near ready for it.

"Sure," she smirked, and the canine barely hesitated as she hauled her left leg back before once again slamming it with sledgehammer-force right into the male's core. He seemed to want it, so she didn't bother holding back this time, her fingers digging into the male's ribs as she held him tightly in place.

Tanner's eyes bulged this time, his muzzle briefly lifted from the female's cleavage as all the air in his lungs exploded from his body at once. His back arched, his spine snapping like a whip from base to shoulders, carrying the force of Veridia's wicked knee-strike all the way through his torso as if she had literally kicked his balls right up into his throat.

He didn't yowl this time - he didn't have the breath for it. Instead, he uttered a sickly mewling sound as his muzzle sank back down against the canine's chest, his body shuddering with soft coughing and gagging. Wave after wave of raw, agonizing pain coursed through his nethers, radiating out into his thighs and gut, and amidst the red haze that was fogging his mind he could only think one thing. Was he still male?

"Crrrunch!" Veridia rumbled again, more enthusiastically this time. It was a little late, but she wanted to make certain that the tiger could hear her when she said it. She kept her leg uplifted again, her thigh tensing powerfully as she rocked it back and forth slowly, squashing the tiger's obviously swollen testicles in a slow and lazy rythm.

Tanner gasped, trying to say something, but he couldn't find the breath. He tried again, but it only came out as a wheeze, so he instead opted to just hang there for the moment. His legs twitched feebly, dangling limply to either side of the female's uplifted knee, and his hands pawed weakly at her sides. He was trying desperately to make sense of the feelings coursing through his body - there was mind-blowing pain, of course, but there was something else too. Something raw and pure.

It took him several long moments to even out his breathing, this time, the repeated assaults taking an obvious toll. His stamina was rapidly waning, and the canine's playful grinding wasn't helping. Each rock of her knee sent another spike of agony through his aching balls with a startlingly regular tempo - first his left, then his right, and back again, and again.

"K-..." he tried to sound out a word as his senses began to return, his good ear skewed outward. His tail was hanging limply know, as if the fight had been kicked right out of it, but his body was stirring again as he tried to push himself off of the canine's thigh. "Ngh... k-..."

Veridia slowly lowered her leg, obligingly. Easing the tiger onto his feet, she kept him propped against the wall, one arm curled about his waist to keep him from collapsing on the spot. "You tryin' to say 'kittenmakers', hun?" She offered a toothy grin, nuzzling lightly against his forehead. "Don't worry, I won't think nothin' less of you for it."

"Could you... nn... do it again?"

The canine arched a brow in disbelief, but the request was clear enough. His voice was ragged, like that of a dying man, but there was weight behind the words. She could certainly question his sanity, but not the fact that he certainly seemed to want it.

"Well... alright, brace yerself. This is gonna hurt."

And a simple smile as she pressed the tiger back against the wall, her left leg slowly easing back once more. "A lot."

Tanner nodded mutely, his eyes squeezing shut as he firmly buried his muzzle between the canine's breasts. His arms clung limply about her muscular abdomen, his toes gripping weakly at the carpet in anticipation of impending agony, but... it didn't come. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes, and finally the tiger eased his muzzle back upward to peer blearly up at Veridia.

"Heh," the canine grinned right back down at him, and in that instant she struck. If the former swing of her knee had seemed like a sledgehammer, this one seemed like two - one for each ball. His sagging frame made targeting somewhat problematic, but the canine still somehow managed to strike true.

"Oh GODS!" Tanner hissed as his body bucked against the female's leg. This time she had struck forward instead of upward, crushing his hopelessly bruised balls straight into the tastefully papered wall instead of up into his pelvis. It was an entirely new kind of pain as his testicles were squashed lengthwise, flattening like pancakes between the canine's increasingly familiar kneecap and the smooth plane of the wall.

Veridia uttered a lusty growl, leaning into the tiger as she thrust her knee more firmly into his plush beanbags. She could feel the wet warmth of his sac against her leg, even through her pants, and she quickly settled her weight just above his balls before eeeeeasing her weight downward to more firmly seperate them from the feline's body. "Crrrr-RUNCH! Mmrr... and crrRUNCH for the other one, too."

She drew in a sharp breath as she felt a warmth spreading across her thigh, and for a second she feared that the traumatized male might have emptied his bladder. Safe word or not - that would almost certainly mean being on the receiving end of another knee. But no, a quick glance down past the blank-eyed tiger's drooling muzzle confirmed that it was... well...

The canine smirked again, one ear twitching as she eyed the long line of impotent spunk that had jetted across her thigh. It almost defied belief, but even as she watched the feline's red, achingly-hard shaft gave another feeble twitch as it oozed out a slow but steady flow of the male's utterly useless seed.

"Wow," she crooned. "Guess you really DO get off on this, huh?"

Tanner said nothing - in fact, it was questionable as to whether he even heard Veridia's question, rhetorical or not. Instead, he just twitched against the wall, his weight sagged forward into the female's arms and lower against her knee. He barely seemed capable of uttering a sound, beyond the rasping of his labored breath and the faint whimpering mewl of a newborn kitten.

The female considered for a moment, but then decided that although it certainly SOUNDED like the male was finished, it didn't quite count as a safeword. She flexed her thigh, grinding her knee against the wall as she pressed the male's scrotum flat, grinding against the taut-stretched cords running between his body and his balls. Just below her knee, his distended balls were squashed out grossly at the bottom of his sac in a vain attempt to somehow escape the horrible pressure.

That certainly had the desired effect, as the male's now half-hard length gave one last feeble twitch before it finally ran dry. Still, the tiger's well-abused balls had managed to put out what seemed like half a pint of the stuff all over her leg - and now it was dripping down the sides of her thigh and onto the carpet.

Veridia sighed whistfully, her tail lazily swaying behind her. "Such a waste. But... you asked for it."

The canine eased back, one arm easily keeping the tiger propped up as her other hand dipped down between the feline's legs. With Tanner's drooling muzzle set squarely into her cleavage it was hard to see what she was doing, but it was a simple enough matter to fish around until she got her fingers curled about the hapless male's sac.

"Mmrr... now, just hold still fer a second. Just need t'make sure I didn't juice yer oranges TOO hard." And she felt about the tiger's scrotum, isolating his swollen testicles with uncanny precision. She was a little relieved to find that there were still indeed two of them, although they were in rather sorry shape.

She vaguely recalled that they had previously rivaled the size of chicken eggs, roughly ovoid and firm to the touch, but now they were closer to to over-ripe plums in both size and texture. A faint smile graced the canine's lips as she tilted her muzzle downward, swiping her tongue wetly over his good ear. "Mmn, a little pulpy, but everything still seems t'be there."

Tanner just groaned, as even the softest touch of the canine's fingers set his nerve endings to screaming. And, to be honest, there was nothing soft about the canine's touch at the moment. There was a faint euphoric glow, like the aftermath of an intense orgasm, but it was intensely dwarfed by the pain that now seemed to inundate every ounce of his body.

Veridia chuckled, releasing the tiger's kittenmakers as she drifted her hand upward to stroke against the back of the male's head. "Mmhm, I know. Gods, it must hurt sooo much. Hell, yer prob'ly regrettin' the decision to ask fer me. Maybe even thinkin' you might die. But..."

And she smiled, her fingers clenching the tiger's headfur as she wrenched his muzzle up out of her cleavage. Kissing lightly at his lips, she rumbled happily. "You'll get over it. Trust me, y'just need a few days of bedrest. Maybe a week." And a brief pause, before she smirked. "Maybe two, if... d'you want me to do it again?"

Tanner coughed lightly, one eye opening a crack as he tried to focus on the canine's face. Her voice seemed distant but, well, he had definitely heard that last query. She could almost see the gears grinding in his head as he mulled it over - as his libido wrestled with his sense of self-preservation.

Veridia smirked, shaking her head with no small amount of disbelief. She thought about trying to talk the tiger out of it, maybe trying to convince him to accept some TLC instead, but no. She didn't get called on by many clients, so she decided that it was in her best interest to comply with the male's wishes. Sort of.

"Well, you'll hafta convince me." She grinned, abruptly stepping back as she released the tiger. Tanner uttered another pitiable groan, slumping back against the wall as he slowly sank down until he was settled on his knees.

The canine licked over her lips once more, her ears perked as she first studied the feline's slack-jawed face and then his obviously bruised genitals. "By my count, you've got half an hour left. If you can get yerself back on your feet, then I'll give you one more."

Tanner coughed again, a feeble sound like that of a soldier left dying on the battlefield. His head bobbed in the slightest nod, though, his good ear twitching. It was fair, and honestly he really did need the chance to recuperate before suffering any more abuse at the canine's paws.

Veridia laughed, moving away from the fallen tiger as she looked for something to clean herself up with. Spying the feline's discarded undergarment, she peeked back at him, and when he failed to object she promptly used it to mop the drool from her chest. It was only as she set to smoothing her fur back down that she noticed the tiger was still watching her - and apparently enjoying the display.

She turned back toward him, smiling pleasantly as she curled her arms behind her back to deftly unknot her makeshift bra. The cloth slipped free, and her more-than-ample breasts were left fully unfettered, her thick nipples almost seeming to stare right back at the raptly attentive feline. He uttered a soft whine - a sound that Veridia found almost endearingly dog-like - but his now-flacid length barely managed a twitch. Apparently it had finally given up.

Stretching out luxuriously for the feline's benefit, Veridia then used his undergarment to wipe the taut-stretched leather of her pants clean, mopping up the impotent spunk that Tanner had slicked over her left thigh. It took several long moments - the stuff had gotten everywhere, and she couldn't help but be thankful that she had kept her own pants on. It would have taken the better part of an hour to get it out of her fur.

Finally, Veridia looked back up, casually tossing Tanner's soiled garment aside. Brows arched, she laughed again as she noticed that the tiger had risen. It seemed impossible, but something - perhaps her display - had given him the strength to push himself upward against the wall until he was almost entirely upright.

"We-ell..." she drawled, her flat tongue flicking thoughtfully over one of her sharp canine teeth. "I really shouldn't, but I guess you really want it. You must really, really hate your kittenmakers." She emphasized the last word, trying to remind the tiger that he did in fact have the option of backing out before she put him back down.

Tanner drew in a ragged breath, one eye closed tightly and the other still somewhat unfocused. He was staring intently at the canine's chest, but as she seemed to hesitate his muzzle twisted into a forced smile. It was meant to be reassuring, but it turned into more of a pained grimace.

"Mmm-HM," she murmured. Shaking her head one last time, the canine pivoted about as she turned away from the tiger, and for a second it seemed as if she might actually be leaving. Perhaps she had decided to leave him be after all, despite his obviously skewed wishes. Or, well...

She peered back over her shoulder, a sharp-toothed grin once again splitting her muzzle as she fluttered her lashes at the male. "Just remember. You asked for this." She winked at him, clicking her tongue against her teeth as she teased the feline one last time. "Crunch-crunch-pop."

Tanner looked vaguely perplexed, his ear slanted forward. If he could find a voice, he might have asked what the canine was doing, but given his current state the best he could manage was a vaguely inquisitive whimper. As he watched the canine's powerful leg slide forward against the carpet, though, her intentions became dreadfully clear. Yes, there was no denying that he had wanted it, but now that he was getting it he... wasn't so sure. In fact, no, he definitely didn't want it!

"Kittenma-!" he squeaked desperately, but alas - it was far too late for second thoughts. Viridia was already going through the motions.

With her back set squarely to the tiger, she tossed one last glance over her shoulder at the male's stance. Distance was gauged in a heartbeat, and she slid her right foot forward across the carpet, bracing her weight against her left before pivoting her whole body into a thunderous mule kick.

The impact was devastating and precise, as the canine's leg whipped back with impossible force. Her heel - solid and rounded like the head of a mace - crushed up into the tiger's yielding groin with the force of a three stagecoach pile-up. He was lifted by the impact, his balls squashing grossly about the female's foot, as his body was slid along the wall until he was a good two paces off the ground.

There was pain, of course - the now familiar starburst of agony that exploded in his gut each time he was racked. But... it seemed different, this time. Although the vicious strike had easily caught both of his distended orbs, his left ball seemed to take the brunt of it, and a searing pain sliced through the organ as it was flattened almost paper-thin.where her heel had met his pelvis.

Then, just as quickly, Veridia's leg was withdrawn and the tiger was sent tumbling back down to the floor. He didn't even make an effort to catch himself this time, landing first on his knees, then flopping gracelessly forward to land muzzle-first against the carpet. He twitched feebly, uttering a keening squeal, and then he fell still.

The canine panted softly, winded by the exertion of her kick, but she turned a quick eye to the male as he was laid out. Ears perked alertly, she first nudged the limp tiger with the toes of her foot - had she killed him? No, thankfully he was still breathing, but he had passed out cold.

Sighing with relief, she quickly knelt down, smiling faintly as she once again fished down between the male's legs. She isolated the tiger's balls, first the right one and then the left- oh. Ears slicked back, she probed carefully about the vaguely shaped blob in Tanner's bruised and swollen pouch. It was there, but... well... it was... less than solid.

She snorted softly, then sighed as she scooped up the tiger and dropped him on the bed. "Damn it. Guess I got a little carried away there. Let's just..." And she looked to the door, her ears twitching upright again. He had said that Lena was keeping some healing draughts at the bar for him, right?

"Heh, well, let's hope you sprung fer the good stuff hun."

Veridia took a moment to fetch her blouse, wrestling the garment back on before moving briskly to the door. She paused, though, a faint grin worked onto her muzzle as she glanced back toward the unconscious tiger. "Guess I can convince the boss to let you have the room fer another few hours."

After all, it was the least she could do given the circumstances. And she really did want to leave a good impression with the comatose tiger, because hey... the thought of another session with him was an appealing one.