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Class was about to start, but I didn't care. I was across campus, hiding in a bush with my paw wrapped around my throbbing dick. I'm not even sure how I got here, but I know I don't care about the details. All I care about is watching the fuzzy footpaws of that rabbit slide down the open throat of the quarterback: Anton the tiger.

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Earlier that morning my alarm woke me up at 7, the classic buzzing nagging me into the shower before school. It was one of the mornings where you could have sworn you flipped the switch to "OFF" and it just keeps buzzing. I fell over when taking off my boxers, got soap in my eye, and dribbled foamy spit all over my chest when brushing my teeth. Today was one of those days, and I was looking forward to it.

On days like these I ran my fastest on the track, my focus depleted everywhere but on running. Ma said it was a carried-over instinct from when cheetahs were feral. They would devote everything to running and forget about the little things. She and my father were track stars, so naturally I was raised jumping hurdles and running the 100m dash. Not to brag, but I was pretty good.

Except when it came to being on time for school. Most mornings I barely made it on time for class, running in just as the final bell would ring. I think it almost became a game of chicken for me, but that's what I do. I'm Tony, the fastest sprinter at Jameswood High. Only one year to go, and a few fines to pay, before I head out to college. Being a senior was going to be easy.

This morning was the first day of my senior year. Physical Education was my favorite class, and I was lucky enough to have it as my first period. I grabbed my backpack on my way out the door, still putting on my shoes as I hopped down the steps onto the sidewalk, and started jogging to school. I didn't live far enough away to make the run worth it but I liked the taste of the brisk air as the sun rose. I remember running along the sidewalk and past a group of students walking.

"Did you hear who made quarterback this year?"

"Yeah, wasn't it that Anton guy?"

"You mean the tiger? Dude, that guy is freaking huge! I wish I could have a body like his."

"Or throw a ball like he can, my god! I wonder how he does it?"

The conversation faded from my interest before it faded from earshot. I had a crush on Anton for the last 2 years, and often wondered the same thing. I can't say how many times I had peeked during locker room time at his chiseled chest and abs, rock hard thighs, and bulging... er... arms. Hehe... I guessed he was packing in all departments after all. Even through his fur you could made out most of his muscles. I knew he wasn't into guys because he seemed to have a different girl every week, but maybe if the head track star got invited to one of those famous high school parties, I would get lucky and find him open to new things.

I ran into the school grounds and up to the track in time to see students headed into the locker room. Breathing steadily to cool down as I walked along the courtyard, I thought I saw a glimpse of Anton's silky white fur, but it was just some sheep with a map looking confused.

Freshman.

The locker room doors were still as sticky and creaky as I remembered from earlier in the summer. No one ever washed them, and even if they did it wouldn't stay clean for long once hundreds of sweaty guys pushed them open all day long. The smell of musty sweat and old lockers was a welcome one as I walked to my locker. Most of the athletes had permanent lockers set off to the side by the showers that only the idiots and dauntless used. Mine was just on the end of the second row back, a perfect viewpoint for some of the raunchy, borderline homo-erotic horseplay that always happened.

It probably didn't help much (or really helped a lot, actually) that Anton was the very locker in front of mine on the first row. I'm sure that's where my crush began, staring at his body twice a day, and I was sure that's not where it would end. He walked in and to his locker as I sat down and pulled my physical uniform out from my pack. The simple white shirt and green shorts were common, but I had the shorter track shorts and the tighter tank that the track team was given. Anton started to undress before he even had his uniform out of his backpack, but he hardly ever wore it to begin with. He was stunning in just his red sweats that contrasted so nicely with the curves and tones of his white and black striped fur, and he knew it. That's all he would wear during workouts, much to the jealousy and envy of fellow students and teachers alike.

I didn't mind.

We started that period off with a few laps around the track, but afterwards we could choose to keep running, pass footballs, or head into the nearby weight room. I always chose to keep running laps while most of the students would go to socialize in the weight room or pretend to be doing something physical while the coach was on his phone. Today wasn't any different, and as most of the group headed back through the gate to lift, I went for my fifth lap. Anton was just on the other side of the track, still working on his second lap, when I ran past the gate. I wanted to catch up with him and maybe strike up a conversation to get an "in" on any parties for the next month's homecoming.

I paced myself so we would both pass the gate at the same time on my next lap, but right as I was a sprint away, I noticed another fur had joined him already: a white rabbit. I hadn't seen him before, and the school wasn't that big, so he must have been a lowerclassman asking about the football team or something ridiculous. I was patient though, even if I didn't run long distance, staying just out of the way but close enough to catch bits and pieces of the conversation.

"...it just takes practice, is all..."

"...can you really do it?"

"...could show you..."

Probably just some tips and tricks about throwing a football, I thought. They went from there to the field and started to chat some more over a football passing session, so I thought nothing more of it and resumed my normal pace. I ran and ran and ran, making laps faster than my grandmother could make up new cuss words. I almost didn't catch the coach's whistle to call us back in to get changed. I almost didn't catch Anton and that rabbit sneaking out behind the bleachers. I did follow them, though.

As I made my next pass, promising the coach it would be my last for the day, I lost sight of the duo. I was so curious. What were they talking about? Where would a senior sneak off to with a freshman or sophomore? Behind the bleachers too... wasn't Anton straight? Pissed that I might have been wrong and missed my chance, I hopped the waist-high fence to behind the bleachers and followed them. I had just enough time to catch a glimpse of red at the other end of the bleachers before they disappeared.

I slowed down and walked more cautiously to the and of the structure, peeking out to see them squeeze through a gap in the fence that led under the bleachers proper. I knew it as the make-out take-out, somewhere everyone took their mates to get to first or second base in between periods. This I had to see. Anton the quarterback with a younger guy, under the bleachers, between periods? Impossible, but my shorts started to get tight at the thought of peeping. I edged closer to the gap, thankful for the shrubbery that hid me from view as I pushed through.

Maybe ten feet away now, I could see the couple as I squatted in the bush. I was hard already with anticipation, watching and waiting to see what they would do.

"So you had a few questions for me about my body?" Anton sat on an overturned crate as he asked.

"Um, yeah. I mean, I've heard rumors about it but I've always been curious to know more."

The tiger spread his legs and leaned against the chain link fence. "What would you like to know more about?"

The rabbit took a step closer, now standing just a foot or two from Anton. "I want to see it work. I want to know what it feels like."

"Why?"

"I've read about it and seen videos, and its always been something that I've wanted to do and haven't been able to find someone who did it until now."

What were they talking about? I wanted to pipe up and ask, but the open posture of my crush and my now-tight shorts discouraged me from standing up anytime soon, so I just waited.

Anton shifted and placed one hand on his crotch, the other behind his head. "Well, information always has a price, bunny. You think you can pay?"

The rabbit stepped forward again and knelt down between the tiger's knees. "Gladly."

The tiger let out a low growl and grabbed the back of the rabbit's head, pulling it into his musky crotch. I hoped it was musky, at least. My jaw dropped as I watched him grind against the younger boy's nose, the already obvious bulge in his pants growing bigger with every thrust. The rabbit didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it, squeezing the tiger's powerful thighs and digging his nose deeper. My hand slipped inside of my pants, groping through my briefs at myself.

Anton took his other arm from behind his head and slipped his thumb beneath his waistband, pulling down to reveal a plump, throbbing, and glistening member that plopped onto the rabbit's nose. In just a few moments I could smell his arousal from my hiding place. It was strong, musky, and a little sweet. I licked my chops and took a deep breath, my hand now under my briefs.

The rabbit opened his mouth and placed the dick onto his tongue, breathing hot air along the top of the shaft as the tiger moaned and pushed him deeper. I couldn't believe what I was watching. The tiger was idly pushing the eager lagomorph's head up and down, licking his lips and rolling his hips as he did so. The rabbit was all to eager for the cat's milk, and was showing it by bobbing faster and more intricately than the tiger's paw was guiding. He pushed down fast, nose against the crotch tuft, then twisted his head back and forth on the way back up before flicking the tip with his tongue.

I could see the lust in his eyes as he worked the tiger well, always watching the face of his aggressor for signs of doing something right. I could hear the soft schlucking and popping of the head coming in and out of those thing lips, his tongue riding along the bottom side and down to work on the juicy orbs resting on the elastic band.

Anton took his paw and started to stroke his cock as the rabbit licked and kissed on his scrotum, closing his eyes as he started to pick up pace. I couldn't help but start to stroke slowly at the sight, wishing I could be servicing that model instead, knowing the end was near. Anton's hips started to move more and his pawing became more feverish as his breath quickened. Rabbit boy kept working on his balls until Anton grabbed his jaw and pulled him up, placing the tip of his barbed cock on the rabbits outstretched tongue. He leaned forward and started to pant, jerking harder and harder.

"Are you ready for it?"

A nod.

"I'm gonna feed you so well..."

A smile around the tip.

"You're gonna taste so good with my cream in you...."

Wait... what?

"Aaaahhhhhh!"

With a small roar he jerked, bucking into the rabbits mouth as he shot rope after rope of sticky hot cum along his tongue. After the first few shots, he pulled the rabbit down to finish off in his throat.

"Be a good boy and swallow it all for me..."

That was what made my pants magically fly off my throbbing self. My paw went to my dick and started to stroke. I knew they might hear me but my god I didn't care. Anton was too busy rubbing his spit and cum-covered cock across the rabbit's nose, smiling and licking his lips.

The tiger got up off the crate and pulled the lagomorph up onto his feet. He patted his head. "What a good bunny, helping tiger out before he helps you... I wish we could do that again but I don't want to be late for my next class."

The rabbit nodded and I felt my heart skip a beat. they would see me if they came back through the gap. I almost made my move to get out, but seeing the tiger lean down made me stop and watch. I needed to see the kiss. What I saw wasn't a kiss, though.

As the tiger leaned down, he licked along the rabbit's neck and up to his chin, tongue wrapping around the nose as he growled hungrily. He brought the rabbit's paws together and licked and kissed at them, sucking on the fingers before putting the hands in his mouth. I thought it was just an odd form of foreplay but then the tiger started to swallow more of the rabbit's arms. I could hear the gulp as his wrists went into the back of Anton's throat, and I could hear the rabbit's shirt being ripped off by the tiger.

Anton picked him up and put him onto the crate, the rabbit's arms now elbow-deep in his maw. A wet spot on the rabbit's shorts showed he liked where it was going, having his arms in Anton's throat and his lips kissing Anton's nose. I couldn't move. I couldn't understand what was going on, but I wanted to stay. I wanted to watch as Anton leaned forward, bringing his paws behind the Lago's back and pulling him closer. the rabbit's chin rested on the tiger's tongue before he closed his eyes and pushed forward himself, ears pressing back as his head went into the dark and moist gullet.

I couldn't believe what I saw next. Anton's jaw seemed to open wider than possible, his neck and chest doing the same as he worked the rabbit's shoulders past his lips. He seemed to stretch around the shape of the rabbit, kneeling to bring the rabbit's chest and tummy past his lips. Anton ran his hands up along his prey's thighs, resting and groping at the rigid rabbit pole that was poking at his chin. With a gulp and a squirm from the rabbit, Anton started to rub up and down the leaking cock, teasing the head with a brush of his tongue and swallowing around the rabbit's chest.

I couldn't tell if it were the cat or the rabbit moaning, but I didn't care. I started to stroke again, the scene being oddly arousing. Seeing someone disappear into someone else was... hot, in a way. I fought back a moan as Anton stroked harder and faster, the rabbit legs jerking as he rose to climax.

Cum shot from the rabbit, still being stroked feverishly by the tiger, and hit all along Anton's chest and neck, bulged with the rabbit's own shoulders. When the ropes turned to dribbles, though, Anton didn't stop pumping. The poor rabbit started to thrash as his over-sensitive dick was being brutally pawed right after cumming, and with the moving in his gullet, Anton started to get hard a second time.

Standing up, Anton brought the rabbit up off the crate and supported his legs with his hands. The cum still dripping from his cock and onto the tiger's chin, the rabbit seemed to squirm deeper into Anton. Anton just held the legs at an upward angle and tilted his chin skyward, letting the rabbit's cock fold down as it brushed along his tongue and deeper. I could hear the purring from his throat when he tasted the cum, and the shift in his stance when he started to swallow past the hips. A bulge was beginning to form as the rabbit was deposited in his predator's stomach.

The knees slipped in, followed by the calves, and finally Anton closed his lips on the ankles. He rubbed his belly, eliciting muffled sounds from within, before opening his mouth again and drawing in the lagomorph's feet with his tongue. There was suddenly a change in pace from the rabbit. More muffled sounds, almost panicky in nature, arose along with more thrashing and squirming as the tiger swallowed the last bit of his prey. The bulge in his throat disappeared and joined the rest of the rabbit as Anton cleared his throat.

"Sorry bunny boy. I knew I said I would pull you back out, but I skipped breakfast this morning. Maybe now you can see what it takes to be this fit from the inside for a while." Anton smirked and patted his belly, now rolling with squirms and quiet yelling. "You may have heard of what I can do from someone who I let out or by someone who watched me in the act," he said, looking directly at my bush, "but you shouldn't have ever trusted me to care about a lowly lowerclassman."

The muffles and squirms continued as Anton pulled up his pants and sat back down on the crates. He pointed straight at me and waved me over.

"You, in the bush. Come on out so I can see you."

I froze in place. Should I run? Should I do as he says? How did he know I was here? As if on queue, the tiger sighed.

"I can smell your cum from over here, you voyeur. You also made a cute little growl when you came, and I need help cleaning up. Get over here."

I looked down to find my hand was covered in pre and cum. I hadnt even noticed when I orgasmed. I shook my head, cover blown, and stood out from the bushes. Anton blinked in surprise before smiling.

"I knew you smelled familiar, but I never thought my cute admirer would be the one watching me have a meal."

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen you watching me the past 3 years in the locker room," Anton said, making me blush. "I almost wished our lockers were next to eachother so I could stare too. Its a shame pretending not to like soemthing what that something really likes you, you know."

I stuttered. "Y- you mean... you knew I like you?" The revelation almost overshadowed the diminishing size of Anton's stomach.

"Want a closer look? Don't worry about him, I'll be full for another day. But I'll be sticky in a minute if you dont get over here and lick his cum off me."

The way he said it was what made me step forward.

I reached out to touch his chest but pulled back just before. It was a dream come true, but from very odd circumstances. He grabbed my hand and smelled it, licking my cum from a finger and tasting it. "I've always loved the taste of other cats..." He opened his mouth wide and placed my entire hand on his tongue before closing his mouth and sucking. The sensations were terrifyingly erotic, the way it pulled and pulsed along my fur and figers. I wanted to go deeper, but I shook my head and tried to grab my hand away.

Anton winked and opened his mouth before grabbing my head and leading it to his chin.

"Clean."

I obeyed, and in a few skilled licks, I would be tasting rabbit for the rest of the day.