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Miristri awoke to the bright sun shining into his eyes. Images from the night before flooded back into his head. He could almost feel Targe thrusting into him again, the tiny barbs covering his cock scraping against his anus walls and sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. But when he looked around inside of the trunk, there was no tiger sleeping next to him. However, there was an overwhelming stench of sex and semen that flooded his nostrils. In a way, he was happy Targe was gone. Now that he was well rested and no longer fixated on a certain tiger's dick, he could properly survey the damage done.

The lion started to roll onto his back, and immediately felt semen escape out of his pucker. He looked down to see an entire puddle of semen conveniently placed right next to his rump. Part of him wanted to groan because of how bad the mess was, but the other part was fascinated by how much cum the tiger's sac held. He made a mental note to run some tests on Targe later to see just how much seed he could produce in one day.

Unsurprisingly, the rest of Miristri's body wasn't much better. It was easier to find the places that didn't have semen stains than the parts that did. The worst was probably his crotch, though. He had to have been rolling around in the puddle while he was asleep, because it looked like it had rained cum onto his groin. It didn't seem like any part of him survived the relatively gentle ravaging from Targe last night.

Miristri was a bit conflicted, though. First and foremost, he was a neat freak, and always made sure his fur was in pristine shape. But on the other paw, he had to admit he was a bit proud of what he managed to make Targe do. He certainly didn't want to wear the cum stains forever, but he wanted to admire them for just a bit longer.

Still, judging by how brightly the sun was shining, Miristri knew the day was already half way over. He needed to clean himself up and find Targe to see about hunting for dinner. The lion doubted he would be much help, but he disliked being useless. He stood up on all fours and stepped out of the trunk and clearing. Immediately, he missed the cool shade of the den. But luckily, the trees would shade him from the sunlight once he started his journey.

Targe had showed the lion an enclosed area that had a small, clean pond in it. Trees surrounded the area, requiring some tricky jumps to get inside Miristri wasn't sure he remembered, but it was the only source of water that he knew of. It was what he considered a sanctuary, and if he planned to stay here for another week or two, he would likely be spending most of his time there.

Miristri slowly spun in a circle, looking in between the thickness of the jungle and trying to remember what way was toward the sanctuary. All of the jungle looked the same to him. There weren't very many marking that could stand out, and what few markings he could find, they were relatively common and couldn't always be depended on. He couldn't rely on his nose, either. There were so many unfamiliar scents here that even if he could pick up on a trail, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on it.

With the only other option being to go back to sleep, Miristri chose a direction at random and padded off. He was happy to be moving, at least. The thick jungle canopy shielded him from the sun, but it wasn't as cool as the trunk he slept in. It was unbearably humid. The only thing he could think of was finding some water. At heart, he was an adventurer, though. It was practically instinct to mark the trees with his claws so he could find his way back. If he weren't so infatuated by the tiger during his formal tour of the jungle, he might have thought to mark a pathway then, but his body ached for Targe. He cursed himself and his body. It would likely be the death of him one day.

Even if all of the jungle looked the same, this direction didn't feel right. There weren't any signs that two large cats had traveled through here the day before. Surely if they had traveled this way, there would be some sort of hint left behind they had been there. They weren't exactly on a stealth mission through the jungle. Miristri tried to recall parts of the tour. He knew for a fact this wasn't where the humans lived. The jungle was thinner there, and ahead of him he could only seen the jungle getting denser. For a moment, he thought he saw a rustling in a nearby bush. It was probably just his eyes playing tricks on him, though.

Miristri continued along his way, looking around him to try and find any sort of marking other than his own. Even if the jungle was just a blur of green and brown, it was a beautiful blur of green and brown. He admired how intricately the trees and plants grew together to create hiding places for predators, and homes for smaller animals. The lion started to take another step forward, admiring how much taller one of the trees were compared to the others, and then tripped over the large root of that very tall tree. He landed muzzle first into the hard, dirt floor. He paused for a moment, then rolled over onto his back, looking up at the tree that tripped him. A growl escaped his muzzle as his hatred for the tree intensified. He thought he heard another sound, giggling perhaps, but his thoughts were elsewhere and he ignored it.

While he was on the ground, Miristri noted a familiar scent emanating from his nether regions. He was in heat. Which was odd for a male lion. His body had a number of defects that made him easily mistakable for a lioness, especially his lack of muscle definition and feminine body. But you could look past those once you see his massive balls and sheath. He could never explain why he would go into an estrus cycle, but he knew one of the things that triggered it was male pheromones. And after being so close to Targe all night, it shouldn't surprise him his body is aching for more. He could already feel a burning start to build up deep inside of him that required male assistance.

Miristri stood back up and angrily marked the tree he tripped over with his claws. He started to wonder if he should turn back. He could see the clear line of markings he had left behind, and now that he had an idea of the terrain, it wouldn't take him long to return to the trunk. What would he find there, though? It was unlikely Targe had returned already. Tigers loved to be out and about. He surveyed his surroundings and thought about changing directions. Standing around getting him anywhere, so he started off again in the same direction, reasoning that he would eventually have to find something.

The lion started to get the feeling he was being followed. After hearing a twig snap behind him and then finding nothing when he turned around, he started to connect the dots. The bushes rustling and the giggling he heard earlier were probably from the same creature. And now that he thought about it, he did sort of have the feeling he wasn't alone. That's a bit of an understatement when you're in a jungle that's full of life, but he felt something different. Like another predator. Targe, maybe? He hoped so.

Another twig snapped behind him. Miristri reacted as quickly as he could and turned to face the sound. This time, the source of the noise decided to reveal itself. It wasn't Targe, but another tiger. The tiger was larger than Miristri, which seemed to be a theme with all tigers he met. They were also more muscular than the lion, which lead him to believe this tiger was male. His orange and black striped fur was dirty, caked with mud and tinted green, probably from being in the bushes. There was a mischievous grin on their muzzle as they took a step toward the lion.

Miristri wasn't afraid. Tiger's were naturally crafty creatures, and a mischievous grin seemed natural. He put on his own grin and walked to greet the tiger. It was a bit embarrassing being covered in semen, but what was he going to do? Perhaps the tiger would feel sympathy for him and give him directions to the nearest source of water so he could get cleaned up. And then he heard a second set of paws approaching behind him. He had to admit that now, he was a bit afraid, but tried not to let his grin falter.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The tiger in front of Miristri spoke first, his voice deep and raspy, like he hadn't had a drink of water in a while. He was directly in front of the lion now. "Looks like a lonely little lioness slut, covered in seed and desperate to be fucked again."

"Uhhh..." Miristri started to speak, but was interrupted by the tiger behind him.

"This isn't a lioness, Spud..." The second tiger's voice was higher, and sounded cleaner. So the older one was named Spud. Miristri spun around to face the new voice, giving the first tiger a clear view of his package. He was smaller than the other tiger, and lacked any real muscle definition, making him look weak. His fur was white with black stripes, and it was a lot cleaner that his companion's. He had a slender, feminine muzzle and bright blue eyes. He didn't have the masculinity and sex appeal of Targe, but he was pretty damn cute.

The older tiger paused as he stared at the lion's obvious large sac. He hesitated a moment before sticking his nose under Miristri's tail hole and taking a big whiff. "Still smells like a female desperate for dick, and that's a good enough excuse for me." He placed a commanding paw on the lion's rump and guided him down onto his belly.

"Well, I'm not going to complain, but-"

"Damn right you're not. Now shut up and move that tail aside."

Miristri obliged. It was hard to pass up the opportunity to take it up the rump when your body ached for it so badly. Spud started to mount the lion, but stopped just before thrusting his cock inside.

"You gonna pass up the perfect opportunity to get your dick wet?" He asked the younger tiger. "It all feels the same on the inside."

"But... Wouldn't it be wrong to take advantage of him and use him?" The younger tiger's voice sounded shaky. He was clearly nervous.

"Are you kidding me? Have you smelled him? If anything, he's using us to get what HE wants."

"He's right..." Miristri mumbled. Spud's companion seemed a bit inexperienced. He wondered if he had ever even smelled a female in heat before.

"What did you just say?" Spud's voice was sharp above him.

"I said, he-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAID. Keep your mouth shut, bitch." Spud yelled out, and then without warning thrust his length into Miristri's pucker. It slid in effortlessly, lubricated by Targe's seed that still covered his inner walls. "Holy shit, this slut still has the last tiger's jizz inside of him." It didn't seem to bother the tiger, because he pulled out and thrust right back in again. He had a long cock, but it was thin. He almost couldn't feel the barbs tickling his walls, which was arguably his favorite part of mating.

Miristri felt his own tool sliding further out of his sheath with every thrust from the tiger. What Spud lacked in girth he made up for with his thrusts. He thrust in at an angle which stretched the lions' tail hole, making it feel like the tiger's rod was larger than it was. He couldn't help but close his eyes and moan, concentrating on the rapidly thrusting torpedo exploring his pucker. Every thrust in, Miristri could feel the tip of the tiger's cock pushing against his upper anus walls. He could feel his own cock twitching against the jungle floor.

The lion opened his eyes and immediately met the apologetic gaze of the other tiger, who was now sitting in front of him. It was a bit awkward having his asshole expertly ravaged in front of someone else, but he could see the tiger's massive sheath in between his legs. There was a very obvious pink tip begging to be licked. He didn't want the other tiger to feel left out, so he crawled forward in between the tiger's legs and licked up his sheath. The tiger gasped above, frozen.

Spud growled and dug his claws into both sides of Miristri's shoulders, drawing a bit of blood. "Don't move, bitch, unless I say you can." He purposely poked his rock hard dick against the lion's sac before returning to his tail hole. The lion yelped at the unexpected pain, but was quickly soothed as the tiger continued his thrusting rhythm in his anus. He resumed licking the white tiger's large sheath, savoring the musky taste. It didn't take much coaxing to reveal the bright pink tool that his sheath concealed. And it was massive. He wanted to examine the cock a bit more, but the other cock pounding away in his anus distracted him.

"Told you he was a slut." Spud commented in between grunts. Miristri engulfed the white tiger's tool. It reminded him of Targe's cock. Actually, it was bigger than Targe's cock. He could barely fit the whole thing in his muzzle, and felt the tip poking down his throat. His face was pushed up against the younger tiger's groin, forcing his musk into his nostrils. He started to bob his head in sync with Spud's thrusts. The tigers above him moaned and grunted. He wrapped his tongue around the cock in his mouth, while Spud repositioned himself to thrust deeper into the lion.

The thrusts came with such force Miristri was pushed further into the white tiger, sending his cock further down his throat. He almost gagged, but wasn't going to complain. The base of his cock had a strong, musky taste to it. It likely from being cooped up in its sheath all the time and never getting to play. The white tiger was constantly moaning and panting, never having been stimulated in this way before. He probably wasn't going to last much longer in Miristri's skilled muzzle.

Spud growled when he heard the moan's from his companion intensify, almost as if he was jealous. He quickened his thrusts to the point where his balls were audibly slapping against Miristri's rump. Every thrust caused the lion to be pushed forward, despite his claws being dug into the floor. The forceful thrusts only aided the pleasure of the white tiger, though. Miristri bobbed his head quicker to stay in sync with Spud's thrusts and still couldn't help but allow his cock to slip deeper down his throat.

It was almost a contest now to see who could ejaculate first, and Miristri intended to skew the results. He started to swirl his tongue around the white tiger's length, fighting against the soft barbs that covered its surface. His efforts were met with a loud moan from the tiger, and he could feel his body shuddering with every lick. The tiger's rod was constantly twitching inside of the lion's warm muzzle. Any second now, he knew the tiger would release his virgin seed into his muzzle.

Spud seemed to realize what was going on and tightened his grip around Miristri, digging his claws deeper into his skin. The force at which his thrusts came in rocked his whole body and almost caused him to lose what little balance he had. He wasn't about to let the white tiger lose, and tried to focus entirely on him. It was impossible, though. Spud's barbs flared up and scraped against the lion's sensitive inner walls before sending the first wave of ejaculate deep into his bowels.

It was his weakness. The burning ache deep inside of him vanished as the barbs sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. He involuntarily opened his muzzle to let out a moan. The white tiger gasped as his cock slipped further down the lion's throat, twitching one last time before releasing the first sticky rope of cum deep into the lion's throat. He choked, immediately coughing up the semen and trying to get away from the tiger's rod. Miristri managed to pull it out of his throat, but it was still stuck in his muzzle. Another spurt of semen shot out, filling up his muzzle again.

Miristri wanted to swallow the semen, but couldn't concentrate as Spud's barbs flared up again, sending more waves of seed into him. He felt the white tiger release another spurt of cum into his already full muzzle, but couldn't concentrate enough to do anything but let it explode out of his muzzle. It was the strongest tasting semen he had ever tasted, and he couldn't even enjoy it. He could feel both of the tigers releasing their sacs into him, one spurt after another. His head spun as he tried to focus on one single thing, but he was overwhelmed with the taste on his tongue and the pleasure resonating through his body.

Spud knelt down to put his teeth around Miristri's neck and bit down. With his teeth, claws and barbs all digging into different parts of his body. Miristri finally came. He could feel his cock twitching wildly against the jungle floor, shooting wave after wave of cum directly into his fur. He rode his own waves of pleasure, fading away from reality and the two tigers thrusting inside of him. His entire body fell limp as it was washed over with a warmth only a lion in heat could appreciate.

It took a moment for reality to fade back in. Above him, Miristri could hear the two tigers panting. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their own personal bliss, unwilling to make the first move or break the silence. The white tiger withdrew his length from the lion, causing the rest of the tiger's semen to spill out of his muzzle. His cock was covered in a gooey mixture of cum and saliva. Spud also removed his already soft tool from the lion's tail hole. Miristri shuddered as he felt the tiger's warm seed escape out of his pucker.

Spud spanked the lion's rump with his paw, hard enough that the sound echoed through the jungle. He stretched out his body over the lion and licked the back of his neck, causing Miristri to shudder. "I'd say we did a pretty good job, wouldn't you?" Miristri wasn't sure which one of them Spud was talking to. Still, he decided not to say anything so he wouldn't be yelled at again. The younger white tiger's eyes were fixated on Miristri. He was still panting, out of breath.

"I'm gonna head back to the den, you comin' with?"

The white tiger said nothing for a moment, and then finally lifted his head. "I think I'm going to go get washed off... I'll meet you back later, okay?"

"Hey, you should wear those stains proudly, bud." Spud laughed to himself, but his laughter was met with silence. He cleared his throat and straightened up, starting to head deeper into the jungle. "Be back by sunset or I'm eating your share of the kill." He called out before padding off.

It was a bit awkward lying on the floor while being stared at by a complete stranger whose dick you just sucked. Miristri didn't even know his name, but he knew how big his tool was and what his cum tasted like. He thought the white tiger would head off to go clean himself, but he just sat there, staring and occasionally playing with his paws, as if thinking of something to say. It was starting to get on Miristri's nerves. He just wanted to lie there and let his body recover.

Miristri had to break the silence. "So, uh, what's your name?" It was all he could think to say, but it was a lot better than staring into the tiger's terrified blue eyes.

The young tiger seemed a bit startled. "It's... My name is... Alex. You can call me Alex." He seemed to have recovered his breath now. "Wh-What's your name?"

"Miristri." The lion sighed, and wondered just how young Alex was. He didn't seem like he was much younger than himself, maybe by a couple months at most. It made him wonder how he'd never had sex before, or even been close to a female. He wasn't unattractive, and he surely wasn't lacking in the tool department.

"Listen, I just want to apologize for-"

"For what?" Miristri cut him off, confused.

"Taking advantage of you." Alex mumbled.

Miristri couldn't stifle his laughter.

"Wh-Whaat?" If a tiger could blush, that's what Miristri assumed he would be doing. He seemed so embarrassed, and it was honestly adorable.

"I shouldn't laugh. It's just... Strange." The tiger's face dropped, feeling a bit insulted. Miristri quickly continued. "That's not a bad thing, though. It's adorable."

"Adorable? How was any of that adorable?" Alex squealed.

Miristri wanted to continue the conversation. Alex seemed like a genuinely nice tiger, but he needed some guidance. It was a bit rude to assume everyone learns through their instinct. But he didn't feel comfortable being a teacher right now, covered in his student's semen. "I'll explain later." He rose to all fours and walked over to the tiger.

"For now, just know that I enjoyed that just as much as you did." Miristri nuzzled into the tiger's chin, spreading the sticky mess between the two. "But hey, now we're both a mess. We should get ourselves cleaned up." He grinned. Alex pretended to cringe away from the messy lion, but he returned the grin. He seemed much more relaxed now. "And I'm fully expecting you to lead the way. I have no idea where we are."

It was Alex's turn to laugh now. "Yeah, you seem new to the jungle. " He sighed for a moment, and then pointed his paw in some direction. "There's a nice place with a pond that way. It's really peaceful." He stood up and lead the way.

"I think I've handled myself pretty well thus far." Miristri defended himself, following the tiger.

"But you left a clear trail right to you. I guess if what Spud was saying about how you... wanted... yeah, then I guess that makes sense... But..." Alex trailed off, getting flustered all over again.

"It was a nice bonus." Miristri laughed. "It wasn't my intention, though. I just wanted a trail to follow in case I got lost."

Alex nervously giggled. "That's not really a good idea... You kinda just want to fade in here and watch your surroundings. Too many places to hide here."

"I think I've learned my lesson there." Miristri playfully bumped into Alex. "Think you could teach me a thing or two about surviving here?"

"S-Sure."

"Maybe I could teach you a few tricks for when you do find a female, eh?"

Alex looked away quickly, saying nothing. Miristri couldn't help himself but tease the poor tiger. It still amazed him how close their ages were, but how much of an experience gap there was. He had so many questions. In the silence, Miristri took a peak at the tiger's rear and could see a bit of pink sticking out of his sheath tip. He found himself getting excited to arrive at wherever they were going.

The two walked in silence for a while, with only the occasional grunt when tripping over something or jumping. Miristri was good at keeping his thoughts to himself most of the time, but there was one thing he had to know for sure. "Is that other tiger's name really Spud?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just a really weird name. Who adopts the name Spud?"

Alex thought about it for a moment, and then laughed. "It is pretty weird, now that I think about it." They laughed about it together, and then continued their journey.