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Lack of inspiration was apparent in retrospect. The portrait lacked a notable, or even passable landscape, felt flat, two-dimensional and the tones were too gloomy for the purpose. The tiger looked a little grayish on the canvas, holding a bowl of fruit in one paw and a scull , much like a Shakespearean character, in the other. He was slightly also off-balance, and the canvas showed nothing under his legs - the ground was not yet colored. Viktor sighed, and looked towards the animal model - the tiger was yawning on the sofa, and was checking something on his cell phone, neglecting everything else. Looking back at the canvas, Viktor noted the lack of similarity between the model's legs and those on the picture, as well as the fact that he had made the tiger's head more bestial than it was in reality. And the facial expression staring back at him from the canvas was one of rage, where as the model currently bouncing on his sofa was utterly non-threatening.

-Should I roar again? Or have you had enough of "combat postures"? - the tiger asked, yawning again; his muzzle revealed pearly white, pointy, shiny teeth.

-So - continued the tiger seriously - May I take a look? Or is the panting still zombie-infested?

-.... you can take a look - conceded Viktor, sighing, who could hardly tolerate anyone but himself looking at an unfinished painting of his - just lower your expectations a bit.

-I already did, largely due to getting my tail kicked at angry birds; life is pretty grim right now - the tiger sighed

-Then lower the expectations a bit more - cautioned Viktor.

The tiger waved a paw, then approached took a long, quizzical look at the picture, then smiled widely and patted the human on the back: - Why , I look like an extra from a weretiger movie! Ferocious, too! He opened his jaws in a mock growl, then waved his paws with claws extended: - This one I got to get on my phone. I'll title it "Feral me" - he said, and before objections could be raised, he snapped the picture. -You've made my ass big, though - he complained, then unapologetically took the artist's right hand and placed it close to his tail, then held it firmly in place: - Ha! feel it and then tell me if this - he pointed with a claw at the tiger on the painting.

Viktor held his breath, hand berried in the very warm, silky fur, unwillingly feeling the rock-hard muscle underneath him, fingers brushing the stub of the whishing tail as it moved.

-You okay?- asked the tiger suddenly, concern in his voice - You've been at this thing for hours, you should eat something. The tiger paused , then muttered, still holding the human's hand pressed against him, seemingly unaware of it - The problem is with the legs. You don't seem to get the concept of "digitigrade". Look, I'll show you - the tiger stretched demonstratively, then flexed his knees, in effect bending over in front of the human, then did a one-handed a push up, then paused standing on all four, before stretching his legs. He moved them to the left, then to the right and flexed his spine as if he had a spring in it.

-See me in motion - he said - To appreciate what you're working with.

He sprang back graciously, and lifted a knee, as if to attack Viktor in the area that pained a male the most, which the artist failed to cover in time. If he could have, he would have, though not to protect the damn, misbehaving chunk of flesh, but to conceal the increasing pressure in that region that followed its inevitable hardening.

-Man, you're stiff as a rock. - said the tiger and the human became a shade paler - I mean, no reflexes. Body like an armchair. You need zumba, and bad. If you don't un-stiffen a little...

-Yes, I 'll do that - sighed Viktor, and massaged his forehead slowly: - Ben, can you do me a favor?

-I'm already doing you a favor. Anything further requires dinner and a movie - said the tiger matter-of-factly, then his green eyes found Viktor's brown ones - What's on your mind? This is the look I get when my producer wants me to go on stage looking like a bondage freak. Spit it out, I'm not going to eat ya...not my thing, you see. Bad for the blood sugar.- he grinned, revealing a little too much teeth.

-Can you come tomorrow, too? I really need to have these ready by the end of the week, and this one will be the center of the theme - he said calmly, a pleasant, neutral, almost monastic expression on his face.

-Really?? Well, I'm a good center for a show, or for the Solar System to spin around, if you ask me. How will you name it? "The most awesome tiger burning through the forests of the night being a Lady-killer-terminator-glow stick? Then you'll need to draw me ridiculously endowed and braking hears with my gaze alone.

-It's a homage to the Moreau series, Ben, so it will be called "Fearful symmetries" - answered Viktor calmly. - You should know this novel, it pretty much foretold you , your kind..

-Nobody can for-tell someone as awesome as me - said Ben matter-of-factly, shaking his head. - I'm unique.

The artist sighed - It's to celebrate a science-fiction and its effect on meta-human rights...

-Well, I am Fearfully symmetrical...hadn't thought of myself this way -admitted the tiger, doing some quick thinking - I think that ....is your greatest idea as of yet!

-It's a poem by...-tried to say Viktor, but the tiger slapped him on the back again.

-Wonderful! I'm a poem, a poet, all in one... But I can't come tomorrow. Just an absolute non-no.

-But I have not finished the centerpiece - tried to object Viktor - I'll pay you anything...

-Now now - pleaded the tiger - I mean no offense, and you're my friend, so don't take it the wrong way, but I'm doing this for free. I want there to be portraits of me - But even you can't afford me. I charge astronomically - said Ben, emphasizing on the last word - But, of course, it's worth every penny.

-I'm..

-I gave you enough time, you should have memorized me by now, I' m salient, and very memorable; watch some of my songs online, i dance like a maniac. You can see everything.

-Look, your lines are...very complicated. Your posture, the dynamics...And I have a lousy visual memory for a painter- admitted Tomas, hating himself a little for openly admitting that. If the critics could hear, he would have a new moniker. And it'd stay for years.

The tiger was suddenly hyperactive:

• I absolutely have it! The solution! It'll strengthen your memory, too- he roared, nearly causing Viktor to step back and fall on the ground - It's the most ingenious idea on this side of the solar system - he promised, a childish joyfulness irradiating from his entire body. The best way to remember a tiger - he said philosophically- Is not through poetry or paintings...It's through touch - he smirked, and grabbed the paint-color hands that Viktor was using inefficiently to convince confusion and disapproval. The tiger made a step and his muzzle hit the human's forehead, the tip of the bright pink tongue leaving a drop of coolness there. A warm breath from his nostrils passed through Viktor's thick hair like electricity, and the tiger took off the robe that he was wearing casually while the artists paused for breaks. He placed the two human hands on his back and moved them up and down:

-Close your eyes - he said, dreamily, and Viktor, nearly choking on his own breath, closed them. The fur was thicker here, and the back -warmer, animated by the motion of flexible, iron-hard muscles that flowed like water but turned to stone at a moment's notice. A very pleasant odor, something faintly arousing, like a room where a candle had burned after two people had shared intimacy, filled his nostrils.

-If I did not know better I'd think you were scared of me - smirked the tiger - Your pulse just went to a three-digit umber. I can hear.

-I-I'M.. t-this.. - stuttered Viktor, intending to say that this was not necessary, his visual memory had suddenly experienced a radical improvement and was now practically at the level of a savant. The tiger pressed his flat belly against the human arms and they sunk into fur and relaxed flesh. Without meaning to, Viktor reached up for the tiger's chests, and felt the steady beat of a heart much stronger than his own.

-To best understand anthro-anatomy - the tiger said philosophically, like a professor in front of a hall full of students - You need to experience it. He placed his large right paw on Viktor's groin, and pressed his left to the human's back, so the latter could not escape the serious groping that followed. The artist's jaw dropped in disbelief, but Ben hushed him.

-Now don't talk. It's unfair to give anatomical lessons for free- said the tiger with a very serious voice - So I demand a demonstration in return, at the very least. Plus whatever services I deem...desirable. Should you be able to perform them.

With a movement of his paw like a magician's wave he opened the zip on the old, unfashionable jeans the artist wore and unbuttoned him, pulling the useless layer of clothing down, along with his underwear.

-You have exactly one chance to say "no". If you don't, I'll do as I please. And you'll cooperate. - whispered the tiger in his ear, biting the earlobe painfully, a deep sound resonating in his chest. Viktor was now faintly aware of his ear bleeding a little. Before he could determine if it was a growl or a purr, Viktor had lost his opportunity to say "no" His rock hard flesh was pressing against the model, who was still sheathed, only a little pink tip hinting at what lied inside. The human felt his remaining clothing removed as skillfully as his pants were, and found himself, for the first time in nearly twenty years, naked in his own studio.

-I've been sitting here bored for two long hours in total - said the tiger thoughtfully - So now you need to entertain me for compensation. And I get two...no, three passes at you. That sounds fair?

The human looked at him with astonishment, trying to hide his panting (from someone who could hear his heartbeat), foolishly clutching some remainder of a shirt that had been torn in the process of undressing, as if he was razing a shield between himself and Ben the tiger.

Ben the very handsome tiger.

Ben that had visited not one or two of his night fantasies.

-Listen! I'm...not...this is not...we are not...

-I wasn't asking - said the tiger sharply, and then pressed the human's shoulders down with so much strength the human found himself on his knees, and nearly fell; and would have fallen hard had the tiger not held him very firmly in place. Before he could say more that "But we..." the tiger thrust forward and rubbed his genital region against the human's face long and hard, clearly taking his time, moving in a back-and-forth, then circular motion. The artist found himself with a mouth full of fur. To his dismay some of it stayed in his mouth, but he could not spit it out, as more flesh invaded his mouth. The tiger grabbed him by the back of the neck, painfully, and rubbed the human's face harder into himself to stimulate his member. Unbalanced, the artist tried to protest, and would have pulled back if the tiger had but given him a chance, or changed position, but the tiger simply held him in place, made sure he did not fell over, and continued to slowly please himself. Viktor could not believe , to say the least, that such a ridiculous thing was happening with him, nor could he think rationally; he tried to wake up put an orange-black testicular sack rubbed in his face. "It will be over soon" - he thought sheepishly, but the tiger was slow to awaken, or at least, his naughty bits were, and he continued to hump the human's face like a pillow. Little did the human know that his partner was barely holding back from rubbing his rear end on the human's face - he was holding it back just this time.

-Put it in your mouth; gently. - he commanded, and Viktor almost tried to ask what he was supposed to put and where...A paw with extended claws pressed against his face and opened his mouth gently, then checked his gums as if he were a horse.

-You don't have a very healthy color - remarked the tiger, then looked around - all these chemicals are not doing you any good - he concluded, and before the human could say anything more, he put the end of his sheath in the opened mouth, and to the human's astonishment the penis came out all at once, slick and red like wounded flesh. Viktor felt the hard, barb-covered flesh press down on his tongue, tried to press it back out, then felt the taste of a fluid leaking almost directly onto his throat and his tongue retreated in horror. The tiger suddenly pulled back, took a step back, and sat on the artist's antique chair.

-No- said the tiger, looking revolted at the human, and for a moment he looked like the Greek statue of a great thinker, deep in thought. Then he repeated more clearly: - No.

-What...what do you...you're damn right I -Viktor started to say angrily, getting up, clenching his fists furiously.

-No. You beg first. On all fours. Head bowing down.

-Who...do you...you arrogant!...-trembled Viktor, trying to order away his visible arousal, trying to push back the vague thoughts of doing as he was asked, anger flooding his face. He tried to pick up his cloths.

-If you don't beg - said the tiger with a matter-of-fact tone- I will just take you down. I'll gag you with your own sock that is , for some reason beyond me, lying over there - he pointed to a crumbled sock in the corner - And I'll bite your ass so deeply you won't be able to sit on it a while.

-...Why? - asked Viktor, his eyes stinging with tears, hands trembling -

-Because you're not doing as you are asked. -remarked the tiger acidly - Behave better, and I'll be gentler. Much gentler. I might even return the pleasure, but the chances of that are getting slimmer by the minute - replied the tiger calmly, shrugging as if this was fairly obvious.

Viktor shook his head, and growled, surprising them both. He picked something sharp from the table, a tool he had used for two decades but could not in that moment label correctly for a million dollars, and went forward. In his imagination, he thought he'd stab the bastard a hundred times "I'll be in the papers tomorrow" - he thought "The famous artist famous goes batshit crazy; hate crime and all that" At that thought he stop; this was, or had been until moments, his friend. Had the tiger gone mad? Was he on some new drug that stars used? For a second their gazes met.

-Drop that - said the tiger calmly -Or I won't spare your ass one bit. See the curves here? - he pointed to his penis, giving it a gentle "tap", from which it started pulsing. - These will make you bleed like a bitch. And I'll make them extra hard on you; you'll feel every millimeter, every barb. I'll pull out my little friend here covered with tiny pink pieces of your insides.

Viktor coughed angrily, and tried to shout but the tiger took two steps to him, grabbed his wrist and squeezed it.

The metal tool fell on the ground with a loud noise. Then the tiger did exactly the same thing he had done before- He pushed with all his strength, pressing on the shoulders on the human until he had him on his knees, hands bent behind his back. The human was surprisingly strong; and even tried to bite. The tiger looked straight into his eyes, and said quietly: -Viktor. Stop being so self-conscious and claim what you crave. You know it's good. You can let me cross the line; tell me you've never wanted me; tell me, and I'll stop.

The suddenly gentle, voice did more than any amount of physical force could do; Viktor relaxed and felt a big part of his anger disperse; he wasn't being violated, or at least, at the moment it did not feel like that; it was...moving too fast. He tried to say that, put felt a paw on his mouth:

-If you start lying right now this will never happen. If dinners, movies and countless coaxing could melt the restraint in your mind, why not some force? I don't have time to wait for you.

-I...You don't...we're- the human tried to explain, still on his knees.

-You can explain later - said the tiger philosophically, and placed his erect manhood in front of the human: -If you do it now, I'll be yours later too. If not, you'll never have another chance with me. - said the tiger quietly.

Several long, seemingly minute-long seconds passed, with no noise and no movement but the erect penis pumping. Then, slowly, as if coming out of a trans, the human touched the tip of with dry lips. It was sleek, like olive oil, he thought, with a scent like the reminiscent odor of fish oil pills. The tiger said nothing. Did nothing. He did not touch the human at all, instead , continued looking forward, into the distance, then closed his eyes.

"He would be mine. After that..."- the human thought, and a strong desire clouded his judgment. How would all of this affect him? Would it? It was unnerving and confusing. He was surprised to see his own body move, as if to disperse the warm ball of desire, the watery pressure painful against his innards, the fever that demanded resolution like an epic conflict on an unseen battlefield.

Slowly, as if unsure of what he was doing and why, Viktor moved a little forward, and the tip of the penis was now in his mouth. He was astonished - it was as easy as that. Simple. Almost natural; he was afraid to say "desirable". Could everyone just...do this? He never had before. He tried to move his tongue, hesitantly treating the penis in his mouth as if it were some sort of pastry.

He waited for a comment, or more honestly for great, heroic praise, for gratitude for making such a huge leap, but he got nothing. Finally the tiger said with amusement: -I swear if you were a pokemon you'd need me to command you to "suck". Okay, pikachu, put more of it in; move it in and out and...Annoyed with explaining, the tiger simply pressed forward, until he nearly gagged the man, all the while gently holding him by the head. He proceeded to pet him on the head before starting a careful, pumping motion.

At first Viktor tried to protest, but as the movement steadied, he realized it wasn't horribly bad - he certainly did not know what to do, but he secretly knew he would masturbate to the memory of this later, regardless of how it ended. More fluid with a salty, oily taste spilled in his mouth and he was forced to swallow it, making a face.

-It won't kill you - said the tiger gently, petting his head and for a second Viktor thought he had finished in his mouth.

He looked quizzically, expecting fireworks or a wild roar of pleasure; the tiger shook his head with a laughter: - Oh, no, that's so not it. Trust me, you'll now. And I'd prepare if were you. Viktor tried to ask what preparations were in order, but he couldn't really do it with the tiger penis poking his throat. Before he could decide what to do, the tiger pulled back, leaving only the tip in, and a burst of burning hot, thick fluid, full of what seemed to be an even thicker, rubbery something filled his mouth.

-Swallow - said the tiger before he could think of what to do, and to his surprise, and shock, he did. Once it went down, it seemed to disappear with lightning speed, leaving only the very strong smell behind. Viktor tried to convince himself that he was going to be sick, but he couldn't accomplish it. There wasn't a hint of sickness in his stomach; there was, however, a fire of warmth burning like little under his stomach. He thought about masturbating, felt ashamed, but was then interrupted:

-Keep licking - ordered the tiger annoyed, no hint that he had enjoyed himself, which brought fury back to Viktor. He hadn't been licking. Or...had he? He hadn't. With a sigh, the tiger pulled out his spent flesh, and lifted his friend to his feet very gently, enveloping him with warmness. Viktor swayed a little, as if drunk, and the tiger steadied him. Then he gently embraced him, warming the humans' cold, sweaty, trembling back.

-Thank you- said the tiger warmly - This was okay. But next time...be a little more cooperative.

-I-I'm not...The tiger cut him short with another friendly embrace:

• My turn- he pointed at the rock hard human flesh - Let's go on the couch and I'll show you how to do it much better. And you'll learn your anatomy hands-on, as it should be learned. Now stop trembling, no one ever died from a blowjob...well, that's not entirely true. But you'll live.

-I'm..stil very mad at you. - noted the human.

-After I blow you, you'll see the great pacifying and forgiveness-inducing power of a_real_ blowjob - promised the tiger, smirking. This was a promise he wouldn't break.