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Izakaya (居酒屋), Japanese for small bar that serves small snacks to accompany the usual alcoholic drinks, were immensely popular with local salarymen and tourists in Tokyo alike. The drinks were cheap and the spicy skewers were to die for. Alex and her boyfriend Spirit were hopping from Izakaya to Izakaya in the small alleyways of the Shibuya district of Tokyo. With more than a few drinks each and enough skewers to feed a village in them, the two lovebirds were hammered to say the least – and not the cheap $5 IKEA kind of hammer either, they were the equivalent of a $25 Estwing hammer kind of hammered. Slightly slurred speech, impaired vision, and a way giddier than usual attitude; the two English speaking big cats were getting some nasty side-eye looks from some of the locals who found their limited Japanese speaking ability annoying.

After being refused any more drinks at their first Izakaya of the night, they stumbled out of the doorway with the short hanging curtains out onto the street, snorting and cackling as they tripped and fumbled over their own feet.

“Whoa! Careful.” Said Spirit as he caught his tigress girlfriend from falling over onto the rough concrete that lined the backstreets and alleyways of the Shibuya district. His hands grabbed onto her hips tightly and he pulled her toward him as she stumbled over herself. Alex was so tipsy that she barely even noticed her stumble – when her boyfriend’s hands came to the rescue, she glanced down at them for a moment before bringing her gaze to look at his cute, dorky, big-toothed face with a big-toothed smile of her own.

“Wow, you just saved my-hic! Life. How will I ever repay you…”  Alex purred at her boyfriend as they stood in the middle of the alleyway, drunkenly staring into each other’s eyes as if they had never seen them before. The two of them often argued (playfully) about which one of them had the prettier eyes, and while during those arguments, none of them let up, right then and there, in that moment, as they stared into each other’s eyes, they each could see that the other had very pretty eyes, too. If they had that argument now, they’d still be at each other’s throats like opposing lawyers in a courtroom, but arguing against themselves, resulting in the same outcome; a draw.

Spirit was enamored by Alex; he always thought her eyes were one of the most beautiful things about her and they looked even prettier under the soft neon glow of the slightly seedy Shibuya alleyway that they were in. He found himself staring as the words that left the tigress’s lips entered one ear just to exit through the other. It was only after she nudged him in the shoulder that his gaze was freed from the hypnotic emerald galaxy that was her eyes. “Ahahaha, I could think of a few ways…” The sabertoothed clouded leopard smiled and rubbed the back of his head with his hand as a rosiness spread over his cheeks.

The tigress gave her boyfriend a confused stare; with furrowed brows and a slight 15-degree head tilt to really put emphasis on how they weren’t exactly on the same page. Alex was usually quick-witted and was able to predict a lot of her boyfriend’s moves before he made them, but the amount of beer and saké in her blood made her slightly less capable. She stared at him for ten whole seconds before she unfurrowed her brows, raised them, and made an O-shape with her mouth as she figured out what he was hinting at.

“Right? Wouldn’t that be fun?” Spirit raised his brows, too, and pulled the tigress in closer to wrap his arms tighter around her waist. He started to purr, which sent rumbling vibrations through his thick layers of winter clothing, through Alex’s own layers of Uniqlo HEATTECH, to her. With the tigress close to him, so close that their muzzles almost touched, they locked eyes again.

“We should go to a love hotel.” Said Spirit, in a soft voice that was overpowered by the tigress’s semi-shout that was full of excitement.

“LET’S GO TO ANOTHER IZAKAYA!”

Spirit went wide-eyed and the saturation slider for the redness that had spread all over his face went from 0 to 100 faster than a Tesla Model S Plaid going from 0 to 60. He nearly swallowed his tongue, which resulted in a very loud gulp that sounded like he had swallowed a big chunk of roast potato after just one chew.

Luckily for the leopard, Alex didn’t quite hear his entire sentence through her own shouting. “Wait, what did you say?”

“Let’s go to another izakaya!” Spirit lied through his teeth, but the smile that he put on wasn’t a liar’s smile. Toothy, bright, and exceedingly too wide that it made him squint his eyes when he did it – how could a man that cute tell even the itsy-bitsiest of lies?

“We’re… So… In-sync,” the tigress cooed and pressed her lips into the clouded leopard’s for a kiss. She intended for it to just be a quick peck, but she was so clumsy that she didn’t pull back once her lips locked to his.

Spirit didn’t mind it, the saké that he tasted on her lips was pretty damn good.

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“I’m sorry ma’am, but there’s nothing we can do; the aircraft has a malfunction and your flight to Tokyo has been canceled,” the gate attendant, a small meerkat woman dressed in head-to-toe sky blue that matched the airline’s branding and livery, said with her best customer service smile. It wasn’t her fault that the aircraft was having issues, but the number of passengers who thought yelling at her and treating her like she was the one who threw a wrench into their travel plans would change anything was ridiculous. The world was full of Kevins and Karens, so the tigress didn’t blame her for repeating what was more than likely part of the airline’s crisis management handbook as she approached the counter. Alex was as frustrated as any of the other passengers were, but managed to keep her cool and placed both her hands on the counter. “No worries, Miss, I was just wondering when the next flight you could get my boyfriend and I on is? And if we could get accommodation if we have to wait until tomorrow?”

The meerkat, who was fully expecting a tall and intimidating tiger to be part of the Kevin Karen Klan, was relieved to hear a voice that wasn’t shouting at her for once and very quietly let out a sigh illustrating said relief. Her fake customer service smile faded and was replaced with a genuine one as she relaxed in her rolling chair for a split second before she sat up straight and proper again. “Oh! Yes ma’am! I’ll check on that for you right away.” The small mongoose brought her hands to her computer’s keyboard and started typing away almost frantically. After a few seconds and a few darts from left to right of her eyes across her computer’s screen, she looked up at the tigress with a smile. “Do you have your boarding passes and passports?”

Just as Alex was about to panic, as she didn’t have her boyfriend’s passport and boarding pass with her, Spirit’s head peeked out from behind her and he handed them to her with a smile. The tigress’s smile widened and she took her boyfriend’s documents with a happy chirp. She then handed all their combined documents to the gate agent who took them with without looking away from her screen and continued clicking and clacking on her keyboard for about a minute with a few pauses in between where softer clicks came from her mouse instead.

As they waited with the patience a Karen could only dream of having, Spirit rested his chin on Alex’s shoulder like a tired cat. His ears and eyelids were droopy; it was almost midnight, 30 minutes before they were scheduled to depart if their flight hadn’t been canceled, and he was sleepy. He tried so hard to fight off his yawn, but eventually gave into it and open-mouthed it.

“Hhyyyyaaaaaaaayhhhhuuuhhh…”

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The clouded leopard found himself fighting the urge to yawn as he downed his giant mug of ice-cold Kirin. Kirin, one of Japan’s famous beers, was smoother than silk to drink and tasted absolutely immaculate. One could taste the care and discipline that went into the brewing process; it was so close to perfection. After downing his giant mug of beer, the urge that he had to yawn had subsided just enough for him to instead let out a burp that he was extremely worried the other patrons of the bar would find rude. Instead of stares and looks of disgust from the locals, there were laughs, snorts, and even burps that followed from others as if it was a game of Follow the Leader.

“Brrrrruuuuurrrrp!”

The second Izakaya was much friendlier to the more rowdy and loud drunks; which made for a much more fun environment overall. The local salarymen and women who went there were also a lot more open to the fact that Alex and Spirit could only say a few phrases that had been burned into their brains by that evil multilingual green owl. They didn’t give them funny looks for being taller than almost everyone in there and they even raised the glasses with them and joined them in burping oh so rudely. Alex and Spirit had a blast drinking, eating, and chitchatting in broken English and Japanese with the locals.

It was fun to have an authentic Japanese experience.

The leopard set his mug down on the countertop where he and his girlfriend were sitting and turned to look at her as she too chugged the remainder of her Kirin. Her mug was half-full and it took her a couple seconds longer than Spirit did to down it. After around nine loud gulps and a refreshed sigh, the tigress slammed her mug down and fought the urge to burp like her life depended on it. She pulled up the neck of her turtleneck sweater to cover her mouth as she let out a cutesy little burp that she found herself extremely embarrassed over.

“Brraaap!”

After her burp, she wiped her mouth free of the beer foam that had got caught in her fur, dropped the neck of her sweater back down to where it was before, and let out a tiny giggle before she grabbed her last skewer of grilled chicken from her comically small plate, stuck the entire thing in her mouth, and pulled it out clean. She chewed for a few seconds before she swallowed and turned to look at the clouded leopard who was staring at her.

Spirit’s casual glance at his girlfriend turned into a stare as he watched the long skewer of meat slip into the tigress’s mouth whole. When she pulled the slightly charred stick out completely clean, he felt a little tingle in his loins. From where he was looking, everything the tiger was doing was in slow motion. He saw every strand of saliva as it pulled and stretched from the skewer when she pulled it from her lips. He even caught a glimpse of her tongue as it slipped out underneath the stick. He could have sworn that Alex lips made an audible pop as the stick came free from her suction, but it was all in his head. The soft clink of the clean skewer against the tigress’s plate when she tossed it was real though and was enough to knock the big cat boy out of his slow-motion stare. He blinked a few times and redirected his gaze back to her big and beautiful eyes.

Alex looked at her boyfriend as she leaned against the bar top using her elbows. She placed one hand against her cheek and leaned her face against it as she stared at her big-toothed boyfriend with a smile that was so soft and cute; like a teenage girl who was staring at her high school crush from across the cafeteria. He was so handsome in his navy-blue button up sweater, neat swoop of hair on top of his head, and his burgundy eyes that gave him that deep, dark, and mysterious flare – like a wealthy businessman who frequented the local bar but never talked to anyone; a Christian Grey sort of mysterious, but with much better writing and a cutesy side instead of a deep seeded BDSM fetish as a result of childhood trauma – but still open to the occasional kink, which was great since Alex was known to be a little bit nasty.

The tigress stared at her boyfriend as he stared at her; and after a while, she reached her left hand over to grab his.

Spirit raised his brows when his girlfriend took his hand, but welcomed it. His fingers slid in between hers and they intertwined like wild vines in an unkempt and unexplored rainforest. His gaze left hers for a moment to look at their hands and he smiled as he felt a fuzzy warmth spread throughout his body that wasn’t from the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. He loved how soft Alex’s hands were, how they were smaller than his, and how her fingertips looked like they were always dipped in white paint. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, felt every little bump from her knuckles, and watched as he messed up the direction of her fur ever so slightly with every stroke of his thumb.

Alex watched her boyfriend play with her hand with a smile. She let his thumb make five laps left and right over the back of her hand before she smacked her lips, which caught the clouded leopard’s attention. He still continued to rub the back of her hand with his thumb, even as his gaze went elsewhere. When his eyes landed on Alex’s, he saw her open her mouth up to say something.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard All Nippon Airways flight 105, with service from Los Angeles to Tokyo Haneda Airport. My name is Akira Saito, and I am your captain for today’s flight. We will be departing shortly, so we kindly ask that you remain seated and watch the predeparture safety video that will be playing on your screens in front of you as we finalize preparations for takeoff. Our estimated flight time is 11 hours and 45 minutes, with an expected arrival time of approximately 5 AM local time in Tokyo. On behalf of myself, co-pilot Hiroshi Miyamoto, and the crew, I thank you for choosing All Nippon Airways. We look forward to serving you and wish you a pleasant journey.”

Alex and Spirit sat in their seats, staring at the large in-flight entertainment screens that were in front of them. Their screens were About two arms lengths away from each of them, but the size made up for the distance. Their seats had legroom for days and also had controls for the different levels of recline that they were capable of. They had been gracefully upgraded to business class for their flight, all thanks to a trick that was considered a foreign concept to a Karen; being nice. The tiger and her leopard boyfriend didn’t even notice that they had been upgraded until they were back at the airport again the next day and were handed fast track passes for security before being escorted to the lounge where they were to wait for their flight.

As both big cats sat there, in what ANA befittingly called “The Room”, they were offered drinks, warm towels, and even fancy amenity kits that looked like they cost more than what they paid for their original economy class tickets. Everyone around them looked like they were either really into crypto or had parents and grandparents that did very questionable things back in the day. Alex and Spirit were just two povos in a pod; at least their airport fashion of hoodies, sneakers, and sweats gave them a sort of Silicon Valley vibe. They hoped to all the gods that none of the REAL Silicon Valley CEOs decided to strike up a conversation with them.

After going through the contents of her amenity kit, Alex took a massive sip of her boba tea before she turned to look at her boyfriend with the widest eyes and the widest smile she could muster with a large straw in her mouth. She looked goofy, like she had a third large fang that was much longer than the rest. After sucking multiple balls into her mouth through her straw, the tigress pulled her drink away from her lips and let out a refreshed sigh. She turned her attention to her boyfriend, who was staring at her the whole time she sucked those balls, and let out a squee of delight.

“Oh my god oh my GOD we’re flying BUSINESS CLASS!” She whisper-shouted the last part of the sentence through a beaming smile that showed all of her teeth.

“Yeah, look at all this SPACE,” Spirit let out a chuckle and stretched his legs out as far as he could, only to barely make it halfway through the length of the space the seat offered. “I think a giraffe could probably sit here.” The clouded leopard snickered to himself as he imagined himself as a giraffe with long legs and a long neck, sitting in his seat. While Spirit often found himself envious of the rich and famous, he did not envy those who were rich but also a giraffe; Business Class and First Class were the equivalent of economy to those born as unusually tall or large. The thought of a giraffe sitting in their business class seats lasted about half a minute in Spirit’s noggin before it was replaced with another thought, one that was inappropriate, gross, and against airline policy.

Alex could tell that Spirit was thinking it, too, it was written as clear as day all over his face. The very specific way his lips curled into a smile that looked so smug and happy at the same time. He looked high, like he had just had the biggest spliff of his life hand-rolled for him by Snoop Dogg. When Alex noticed his face, she reached an arm over to his side of their adjoining suite seats and gave him a firm slap on his shoulder.

“You are gross.”

“Hey! What did I do?” Spirit protested, the soft smack from his girlfriend almost knocked the fancy glass of Coke with lemon out of his hand. He took a quick sip of it before setting it down on his generous armrest. His cheeks flushed red, despite his claims that he did not know what he did.

Just as Alex was about to spell it out for him, one of their lovely flight attendants walked by them, causing Alex to tense up and turn to smile at her as she walked by. Once she was gone and presumably out of earshot, she turned her attention back to Spirit and whispered. “We are NOT fucking on this plane. I am NOT risking my name on a blacklist.” Alex grumbled and squinted her eyes at the clouded leopard, who was grinning way too wide, so wide that his eyes squinted shut. His tail thumped against his seat and he let out a bit of a giggle. His eyes reopened after a brief moment and he quickly stuck his tongue out at her.

“Hehe, that means you were thinking it, too.” Spirit made the equivalent of a :3 and purred. He fluttered his eyes at the tigress and reached over the tiny gap that separated them to grab her hand. Before he was able to do so, however, Alex pressed the button on her seat control panel that looked like a window switch in a car and a divider slowly rose up in between them with a whirr. As the divider came up, it pushed Spirit’s arm up and away from her hand. Alex then waved at him with a cutesy smile and mouthed a “Bye!” as their “room” split up into two.

‘Bzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrd.’

The divider was only able to cover up to the top of Alex’s head, her ears remained visible to Spirit, turning around and flickering every now and again as she curiously explored the different fun functions of her seat. Spirit, who found the tigress’s use of the divider amusing and expressed his disapproval with a slow shake of his head. He leaned back in his seat, let out a sigh, and looked at his feet, which were nowhere long enough to use up all the legroom that he had. But if the tigress climbed over to join him, they’d be able to fully utilize the space. The more he imagined him and his girlfriend finally joining the mile-high club, the harder it was for his dick not to harden in his pants. He grabbed the pillow that the airline oh-so graciously provided with his seat and placed it over his lap to hide his shame and could only wonder if Alex was doing the same.

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“Let’s get out of here.” Alex said with a smile as she leaned on the bar with one elbow and used her free hand to twirl a free lock of hair that had escaped the scrunchy that kept her hair in a (mostly) neat ponytail.

Spirit’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, even though he wasn’t sure what she meant by it. The longer he stared at Alex’s face, the closer he came to realizing that she had the very same smile on her drunk face that he did when they were on the plane, when he unsuccessfully tried to get her to give him some sky-high sloppy. When he finally did recognize the grin, he went wide-eyed and almost knocked his empty beer mug from the bar by rocketing out of his stool.

He stumbled, but managed to save himself from a full fall at the last second. With his two feet firmly on the ground, he grabbed his winter jacket from the stool’s tiny backrest, slipped his arms into it, and waited for Alex to get out of her seat and do the same. Once they were both re-equipped and ready for the cold, they paid with cash, received an unholy amount of coins in change, and left the Izakaya holding hands.

Stepping out into the cold from the warmth of the Izakaya made the tigress shiver just a little bit as her breath came out as steam from her lips. Alex and Spirit stood in front of the Izakaya for a few seconds as they readjusted to the outside temperature and Spirit dug around in his pocket for his phone. With his phone in hand, he opened up Google Maps and looked up the nearest love hotel with at least a 4.5-star average review. Luckily, he didn’t have to search for long, as the third result was one called “Tomorrow Love Hotel” with a 4.8-star rating, and it was only a few minutes away on foot.

He tapped the blue “Get directions” button and gave his girlfriend’s hand a firm squeeze before he led the way. He hoped to God that the grin on Alex’s face was her horny grin, he was about 85% sure that it was, but there was also a 15% chance that it was her “I want dessert” face.

Even if that were the case, he was sure there was a pastry shop so good that it would make his girlfriend horny, somewhere in Japan. He wouldn’t be surprised, in the four days they had been there so far, he had seen much, much weirder things.

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It was silly of them to go to the love hotel when they already had a regular hotel room for their stay in Tokyo, but fucking in a love hotel was one of those bucket list things, fucking in a Japanese love hotel specifically, was on Spirit’s. It wasn’t the entire reason behind their decision to take a trip to the land of the rising sun (that was influenced by how good the food looked in Studio Ghibli movies), but Spirit’s pants would have been on fire and hanging from a telephone wire if he said that it played no part in it. The clouded leopard indulged in her plenty, so it didn’t hurt for her to indulge in him a bit, too.

The keycard lock on the door to their assigned love hotel room disengaged with a beep and a click before the sound of hydraulics startled both the tigress and the leopard, who were expecting the door to their relatively affordable fuck shack to be a regular door that opened with a knob. But the door did not have a knob.

’Kassshhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhsh.’

The door then slowly slid open like the doors aboard the Starship Enterprise to a neon pink and blue lit room with a large bed in the middle right as they walked in. For the Japanese Yen equivalent of 50 dollary-doos, it looked way better than they expected it to. With panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows that wrapped around the whole room, they had a fantastic view of the city at night and how surprisingly dark it all was. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering that it was halfway through 3 AM. The bustling city of Tokyo, the second most-hated city as polled by Hollywood aliens, was quiet, with only a few neon signs and LED advertising screens visible in the distance. Spirit stepped inside the room and Alex followed in just a few steps behind him. They were still drunk, so maybe their impression of the room was skewed. It could have been a neon-lit shit hole for all they knew.

(It was not.)

The clouded leopard made his way to the foot of the bed and stared out the large window at the bustling city that had long gone to sleep. He found himself lost in a daydream that involved him flying high through the sky above Tokyo like Superman testing his newfound powers on Earth.

Alex, who followed into the room behind him, watched as her boyfriend stared out the window like a puppy staring at a fresh new chew toy. She took a few steps to close the gap between them, slid her hands over his shoulders, and pressed her nose into the back of his neck. She sniffed him, slid her hands down from his shoulders to his chest, and planted tiny smooches along his neck up the side of his face to his cheek. Her hands continued traveling down his front until she had her arms wrapped around him in a waist-level hug from behind. Her cold nose against his neck wasn’t enough to take his attention away from the gorgeous view out of the window, neither were her arms that were wrapped around him. But she knew exactly what would get his attention; all she had to do was lower her hands a little more toward a slightly more erogenous part of him. Her fingers danced by his midriff and stomach and before long arrived at the button and zipper of his pants, where a faux bulge was ever present. With both hands over the leopard’s crotch area, Alex gave it a couple of playful rubs and a firm squeeze to get his attention.

The leopard’s faux bulge wasn’t so faux after all, as when Alex squeezed, she felt the leopard’s half-chub already there and waiting. “Oh, oh, oh, lookie what we have here…” Alex purred and gave her boyfriend’s crotch more squeezes.

The tigress’s plan to redirect the leopard’s attention from the city of Tokyo at night back to her was a success; once he felt the tigress’s hands on his junk through his pants, his daydream about flying through Tokyo like Superman ended with him crashing into the peak of Mount Fuji, it was so abrupt that it startled him a little. He jumped but almost immediately relaxed as the pleasure applied to his erogenous zone felt so good that it made him want to just melt into the tigress’s embrace – he did, and purred as he did so. 

With her boyfriend like putty in her hands, the tiger grinned wide and used the grip that she had on his bulge to strongarm him into facing her. He let out a yelp through a lip bite as he was forcefully spun around on his heels like a ballroom dancer. The back of his legs hit the bed and the tigress let go of his bulge to bring her fast hands to his jacket and turtleneck to rip them off of him – metaphorically, of course. She would never destroy such high quality child-labor-free (allegedly) clothing.

She tossed his jacket to the side, pulled the hem of his button-up sweater over his head to get it off of him, and then did the same for the t-shirt that he had on underneath. Taking her boyfriend’s clothes off was like unwrapping the wrapper on a delicious chocolate bar that you had been looking forward to eating for hours, maybe even days; it helped that the leopard boy had a similar color palette to a tasty, nutty choccy bar, too. Oh, the puns she could make about her boyfriend being a chocolate bar with plenty of nuts.

Spirit let out chuckles and scoffs as the tigress took off his clothes. He lifted his arms up to make it easier for her to pull his shirts off of him and smiled shyly at her when he noticed those green eyes ogling him like he was a piece of meat. Despite being just half naked, he felt like he was completely naked and standing on a stage with a spotlight pointed at him in front of a crowd of thousands. His heart raced as fast as his alcohol-infused blood would allow it to.

The tigress discarded her boyfriend’s tops and took a single step forward to close the remaining gap in between them. Her two hands landed on the leopard’s torso and she felt him up for a few seconds before she dropped her hands down to the waistband of his pants, where she undid his button and zipper and pulled his pants down to his ankles. To pull his pants down, the tigress had to bend down, which led to her head going down to the same height as the cat boy’s crotch. How convenient.

Fully expecting the tigress to stand back up once she was done pulling down his trousers, Spirit watched her with a raised brow and a persistent awkward smile spread across his face. His dick continued to get blood pumped to it from his heart and went from half-chub to three-quarters-chub just from the tigress’s proximity.

Alex’s hands remained on her boyfriend’s pants that piled around his ankles as she looked up at him with her own smile. After just a few seconds of eye contact with him, the bulge that was continuously growing in her peripheral vision took her attention away. The tigress looked at the clouded leopard’s bulged-out grey Calvin Klein boxers, sniffed in its direction and grinned wide.

The smell of her boyfriend’s dick was her favorite fragrance; there was a certain addictive property to it that she couldn’t get enough of. Everything she loved about it was amplified whenever he was sweaty down there, too. Which despite the weather in Tokyo being cold, their warm clothes, impressive amount of walking, and drinking had made them sweat a fair bit. The striped feline’s nose twitched, wiggled, and danced as she took in her boyfriend’s dick musk through the cotton filter that was his boxers. She pressed her nose up against his bulge and huffed his crotch like it was a line of the finest Columbian coffee grounds. With her muzzle pressed right up against the source of the leopard’s pheromones, the tigress was in heaven. Her breathing was slow, calm, and was accompanied with a soft rumbling purr. She rubbed her cheek against the round bulged out portion of his boxers and brushed her nose over the small flap opening in the front in the hopes she’d be able to feel the tip of his dick peeking out to greet her. She shook her head left and right to get her pink nose into the opening and was met with an eager friend who bounced right out of the magical hole like a Jack-in-the-Box and kissed her right on her muzzle.

Alex’s boyfriend had a fat uncut dick, with the typical quirks of feline anatomy included, specifically barbs. Normally, the tigress wasn’t a fan of barbs, but she learned to enjoy them over time – thanks in part to Spirit and how good he was at laying pipe. Man, the stereotype about shy boys rung oh so true; the shyer the boy, the better they were at plumbing services. Sure, they often needed a little push here and there, but once they were over the edge, their hips worked harder than a child in a Temu factory and they didn’t stop until they were completely out of stamina, just like the Temu factory children.

With the leopard’s dick throbbing in front of her face, Alex spent about a minute admiring it with a bit lip. After a minute had passed, she looked up at the leopard, who was looking down at her with rosy red cheeks peeking through his light chocolate fur. It didn’t matter how many times Alex had seen him naked, how many times she had sucked his dick, or how many times they engaged in any sexual activity together, seeing the tigress’s face right next to his dick always got a blush out of Spirit like he was showing her his dick for the first time. His embarrassment never led to any erectile problems, though – never. His schlong was always ready to stand at attention for the tigress, like she was its drill sergeant in the army. They got up to plenty of drilling together alright, but it was Spirit who had the tools for it. Alex had some she could equip, too, but the leopard wasn’t quite ready to match her freak in that department just yet. She hoped that one day he would get there, though.

Spirit’s breathing went crazy; rapid and shallow breaths in through his nose followed by long shuddery exhales out of his mouth. The tigress’s warm breath on his dick alone would have been enough to make him a flustered mess, but what kind of a girlfriend would she be if all she did was sniff her boyfriend’s dick? She was already down there and her hair was already up in a high ponytail. With a curl to her lip that looked more sinister than she intended, the tigress raised a singular brow and pressed her grinning lips up against the leopard’s dick tip. Her wet lips met his wet foreskin with a soft squish and she made out with his big black dick.

Her lips pushed his foreskin back slightly, which allowed her to slip her tongue out from between her black lips and wedge itself in between his glans and his hood. She let her tongue sit there for a second as she looked at him with what he could only describe as a “succubus’s gaze”. He was not a religious man, but man did it feel like sinning whenever he and Alex did anything together. His mother, who was religious, was right, sin is supposed to feel good to tempt you into doing it more – he didn’t care if religion was right, because man did it feel good to be going to hell.

Spirit shivered and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over the sensitive tip of his dick. The tigress’s warm lips, wet tongue, and rumbling purrs that he was able to feel through his manhood made his knees weak, and this was before she started swirling her tongue around his shiny dick tip. Once she started doing that, his legs wobbled and he struggled to maintain his balance. Luckily, he was standing against the bed, so once it got too much for him, he sat down with his legs over the side and spread wide to give Alex more room to give him head.

Despite the leopard moving to sit down on the bed, the tigress’s lips never left his dick. It was as if she were attached to it with super glue. She wasn’t a rookie when it came to sucking dick, a little movement wasn’t enough to shake her off a dick that she really wanted to suck. Once Spirit was settled and comfortable at the foot of the bed, Alex gave him a couple waggles of her eyebrows as her lips pushed his foreskin all the way down to the neck of his glans where it wedged into the perfect little gap and kept it from rolling back over while the dick was erect. With her eyes locked to Spirit’s, she slowly moved her head further and further down his manhood until her nose pressed firmly into the extra thick tuft of fur that lined his pubis. With her nose buried in his musky fluff, she took in a deep breath through her nose and purred even louder. Her tongue cushioned the bottom of his dick as it curved downward into her throat. Her throat was warm and squeezed around his rod so tight that he felt like he was going to bust any second. Her sharp saber teeth that protruded from her mouth worked like guardrails to keep his dick lined up perfectly for her throat instead of poking into her cheek. She showed absolutely zero sign of gag reflex and somehow was even able to smile with a mouthful of cock.

Spirit placed both of his hands on the soft mattress that he was sitting on, leaned back slightly, and let out heavy pants and huffs through his nose and mouth as his dick was taken into the tigress’s mouth whole. The squeezes around his shaft from her throat made his toes curl and his clawed fingers dig into the mattress. The tigress held her position for a full minute before she started to pull back into a rhythm.

The first pull back of the tigress’s head was brutal – it always was. Her lips were wrapped so tightly around his cock that he feared she might never be able to get herself off of it. She pulled back along his shaft all the way to the tip, letting it pop free from her lips with a sound as loud as a cork off of a shaken bottle of champagne.

‘Plop!’

The clouded leopard’s saliva-clouded dick came free from the tiger’s muzzle and slapped against his stomach. The force of the slap splattered the slightly foamy saliva across Spirit’s toned tummy in a diagonal line from his bellybutton to the area just under his left pec. His dick twitched and throbbed wildly for a few seconds after was freed from Alex’s suction, slowing down once he had caught his breath. Alex watched her boyfriend shiver, shudder, and moan with a smile on her face. She then licked her lips and turned her attention to his throbbing cock and tucking balls. She brought her left hand up to gently cup his mocha balls, rolled them in her fingers, and felt them as they tucked up in response to her touch. She used her other hand to pull his dick back down toward her mouth again and gently kissed along the barbs that dotted the upper half of his manhood. Each kiss was fat, juicy, and wet – and had his dick throbbing over, over, and over again.

Spirit gritted his teeth and dug his fingers even deeper into the mattress with each slopy kiss Alex gave to his schlong. She moved upward little by little with each kiss, after five kisses, her sixth was right at the tip of his dick.

‘Smch.’

The last kiss on the long road that was Spirit’s cock made him squint his eyes shut and his hips buck forward so hard that a near-miss occurred between his rod and the tigress’s eyes. Luckily, she had great reflexes (save for gag) and was able to move her head to the side so that his dick rubbed against her fuzzy cheek instead. As his hips thrust forward and his dick lunged into her cheek like a jetliner into identical towers, clear ropes of pre shot out from his tip and soaked into the fluff of her right cheek. His dick throbbed and wobbled upward hard as his snake spat out two spurts of clear venom. Alex wanted so badly to catch his precum with her tongue, but taking it in the cheek was fine, too.

“Whoa, I haven’t seen you spurt pre like that in a LONG time.” Alex purred and pulled her cheek away from her boyfriend’s dick to give it a good look. Her hands, still holding his balls and the shaft of his dick, squeezed ever so gently before she let go. Once her hands weren’t on the leopard’s dick anymore, it flopped upward again. The tiger dropped her hands down to grab her coat, pulled it off, and threw it off to the side. Once her puffy jacket was gone, she grabbed the hem of her red turtleneck sweater and peeled it and the t-shirt that she had on underneath off, all in one go. With just her bra and jeans on, the tigress looked incredibly sexy to the leopard, who had opened his eyes up just in time for the quick striptease. Her black bra was one of Spirit’s favorites of her lingerie. Others might have thought of it as plain and simple, but to him, they complimented her stripes so well. The black bra and panties combo made the tigress look like an undercover spy trying to trap him in a honeypot. Plus, that specific bra pushed her tits up to make them look a little bit bigger. Alex had great tits, don’t get him wrong, but he was a simple man. More boobs = good.

Alex flipped her high ponytail over her right shoulder and stood up. Spirit’s eyes followed her as she rose up from her kneeled down position to tower over him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Alex then reached behind herself to unhook the strap on her bra and let it fall to the effects of gravity. Its push-up effect was deactivated and her girlies jiggled and bobbled as gravity tugged on them. Her tits worked as a distraction for Spirit, who stared at them like they were to large hypnotic swirls tempting him into doing something bad. While her boyfriend was distracted, she undid her pants and kicked them away, leaving herself in her black panties that were a little darker in the crotch bit.

With the tigress towering over him and her tits just within arm’s reach, Spirit went for them like a kid going for a fancy toy on a high shelf at Toys R Us. Wide eyes, tongue out of his mouth, and fingers splayed out like the claw on a giant claw machine. Alex took a step forward and put one knee up on the bed, bringing her tits barely an inch from the leopard’s face. His hands froze in their awkward claw position as her nipples came dangerously close to touching his face. She climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and shoved Spirit’s face in between her tits.

Alex let out a snort that was followed by a chuckle as she wedged her boyfriend’s muzzle into her cleavage. His warm breath channeled through the small gap left in between her breasts and blew down toward the tigress’s stomach. Spirit quickly started to purr and moved his awkward hands from the air to the sides of her breasts. He gave them a firm squeeze and was about to go in for a second honk when the tigress stopped him by grabbing his wrists and pushing them away from her tatas and raising them up above the leopard’s head. The leopard, who still had his face buried between two of his many favorite things, looked up at the tigress with eyes that were full of wonder and curiosity, but didn’t even try to move his face from the comfy position that it was in.

With her boyfriend’s hands up in the air above his head, Alex looked down at him, smirked to one corner of her mouth, and let out a soft chuckle. The look on her face said everything even if she didn’t verbally say anything. Spirit seemed to get the message, too, as he let out an audible gulp when he saw the way the tigress was looking at him. He felt like he was a piece of meat again, like he was a prey staring a predator right in the eye before getting devoured. His dick throbbed oh so much and oh so very hard that he felt his pelvic muscles ache. He loved his girlfriend so much; and boy was she hot when she showed her dominant side.

“Wh-What are you doing?” the leopard stuttered just a little bit as he stared at his girlfriend’s pretty face from in between her tits. His voice was muffled by her breasts, but not muffled enough to be unintelligible. He knew what she was doing, but feigned ignorance just to play the part of a helpless leopard boy that she could use and abuse to her heart’s content.

When the tigress heard the leopard’s inquiry, all she did was tilt her head to the side. She changed her expression a little too, to one that mocked him. Her brows furrowed together and her lips pursed into what was called “duck face”, to the offense of ducks everywhere.

“Aw,” said Alex, in the most pitiful tone she could muster. “Are you scared of having a little fun?” she continued through a lip bite. The tigress’s knees flanked both of the clouded leopard’s legs as she straddled over his waist and her pussy juice-soaked panties rubbed against his dick that stood tall against her front. Her swampy warmth radiated to Spirit’s dick, which made him want her even more. His heart raced and his dick throbbed in bursts that matched his heartrate.

The clouded leopard shook his head at the tigress’s suggestion that he was scared; he truly wasn’t. He let out a whine as his dick’s throbbing caused it to rub against the wet fabric of Alex’s panties over and over again. He closed his eyes as he whined and curled his toes as his most sensitive organ was played like a fiddle.

The gentle rubbing of Spirit’s dick against Alex’s covered pussy felt good for Alex, too. But to keep up her “dom” appearance, she didn’t let it show for more than a few seconds at a time. She huffed, let out small moans, and even subtly gyrated her hips to grind against the dick that was in front of her. The more Spirit’s dick rubbed against her crotch, the wetter she became, and eventually, she was so wet that excess pussy juice started dripping from her panties and onto the clouded leopard’s balls. Each drop of her pussy juice that landed on the cat boy’s balls made them tuck upward and it made him yearn for her to let him inside. He wanted it, he needed it, and he wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take.

With her boyfriend’s wrists still in her hands, the tigress used them to slowly push him down onto the bed. Even though the leopard was “letting” her overpower him, he had no doubt that she would be able to do so if she really wanted to – Alex had a surprising amount of strength for a girl her build, it made challenging people who were twice her size to arm wrestling matches entertaining to watch.

Spirit fell back-first onto the soft mattress and let out a cartoonish noise as the wind in his lungs was pushed out of him. His gaze, which had been locked to Alex was momentarily broken and he found himself staring at the black ceiling of their love hotel room. His eyes locked to the glow of the LED strips lining the edges of the ceiling that gave the room that signature “glow” of a fuck hotel. He stared as they slowly faded from one color to another; pink, to purple, to red, to orange. Once the color of the lights changed to orange, they didn’t shift into the next color, which made him furrow his brows. In reality, the lights did change color, but Alex’s mostly orange face came into his peripheral vision. His arms were pinned down by the tigress and she hovered her face just a few inches from his. Her brown hair, which was mostly up in a neat ponytail flowed down to the effects of gravity and tickled his nose.

He scrunched his nose, moved his face to the side to get away from her loose locks, and smiled at her. Alex was smiling at him, too, and slowly moved her hands from the stranglehold that they had on his wrists, to slither her fingers in between his and hold both of his hands with hers. The way she interlocked her fingers with his felt so sexual, so good, for some reason.

Spirit’s dick hadn’t calmed down even a bit once Alex pushed him down onto the bed and ended up on top of him. It continued to throb and glide over the tigress’s super slick and slippery cotton-covered cooch. He started shooting pre, too, contributing to the wetness and stickiness of the tigress’s panties. Spurt after spurt of pre shot from the clouded leopard’s penis and he once more, started to whine through his purrs and pants of breath.

“Alex, please… I’m gonna cum quick if you keep doing that…” Spirit said through moans as he tried his best to maintain eye contact with her.

Alex loved it when he begged, it tickled something in her and got her engine going more than gasoline to a gas-guzzling Hummer. She wanted to make him beg more, but she wanted the same thing he wanted – for his dick to be inside her. So as much as she wanted to hear his shaky and shuddery voice plead, she nodded, leaned her head down so that her muzzle was even closer to his, and whispered. “Okay, sweetcheeks, I’ll let you in.” Alex chewed on her lower lip and stared at Spirit. She didn’t move her hands from his at all, which confused Spirit, since she had to remove her panties before she could ride him.

“Are you not… Going to take them off?” Spirit asked with a confused look on his face. His brows slowly started to furrow and an awkward smile grew on his face as he looked at his girlfriend’s menacing grin that grew with every second that went by.

“I am,” the tigress replied nonchalantly with a hint of smugness in her tone. She flicked her head to the side to point the leopard to her tail, which was doing something behind her. It had folded under itself, which allowed for her white dipstick tail tip to wiggle its way in between her and the waistband of her last remaining article of clothing. She bit down on her lower lip a little harder as she did her best to push her tail through the tight elastic waistband and let out a slightly muffled grunt that lasted until her tail made it through.

“Nnng.”

Once the tip of her tail made it past the elastic waistband, she curled it and used it to pull her panties down from her waist. When the black cotton peeled away from her cooch, a thick string of her pussy juice stretched from her cunt like Elmer’s glue, but delicious. Once her panties had slipped down her thighs past her knees, she wiggled her way out of them and her tail tossed them onto the floor behind her.

The leopard stared at his girlfriend’s tail as it pulled her panties off. His eyes followed the black cotton blend all the way until it was thrown across the room. To say that Spirit was impressed would have been an understatement – he had no idea that her tail could do things like that. It gave him ideas, ideas that he pushed to the back of his mind for now.

Once the tiger’s panties had been dealt with, her tail whipped itself back up and resumed its regular swaying as Alex rocked herself back and forth to press her bare pussy against her boyfriend’s rod. It was like pressing a slab of steak, the finest cut of meat, against a well buttered hot and sizzling skillet, the way pleasure sizzled through both of their bits.

‘Sqlch.’

Alex’s clit smooshed against her boyfriend’s shaft and her pussy juice leaked onto him. She kept her pussy pressed against the clouded leopard boy’s dick as she looked down at him. “How bad do you want it?” the tigress whispered. She couldn’t resist; she needed to tease him a little bit more. When her sultry and whispery words reached Spirit’s ears, his ears flickered and he felt a shiver go down his spine.

The fur on his shoulders stood up and he gave the tigress on top of him an awkward smile. He felt sweat beads building up on his temple that eventually rolled down underneath his fur and onto the bed. He quickly nodded in response to her question, but then realized that a simple nod was not going to be enough to satisfy her. He gulped, curled his toes, and did his best not to thrust his hips forward unexpectedly as her pussy continued to leak hot natural lubricant onto his rod. Spirit liked to consider himself as someone with a high amount of self-control, but when it came to Alex and her pussy, it was like he was on a drug that made him lose all self-control and reasoning. Not that it was a bad thing, perse, but it didn’t help that Alex knew what her pussy was capable of and took full advantage of it fairly often. Not that he was ever going to complain about that.

“Very badly… Please.”

“That’s my boy.” Alex purred and slowly started to grind her pussy into the erect dick that was underneath her. Her pussy lips hugged his shaft like a buttered bun to a hotdog. As she moved her hips back and forth, her wet labia dragged along the length of the leopard’s dick, leaving behind a snail trail of her pussy juice. When she got to the upper half of his dick with the barbs, she let out soft moans and slowed her motion to drag out the feeling of his barbs gently bumping, poking, and prodding against her cunt for as long as possible. Her legs shook slightly each time a barb brushed by her clit. Once she made her way to the tip of her boyfriend’s dick, through all the barbs, she slid back over them again and concentrated her movements over the barbed area. She rolled and gyrated her hips like she was Shakira trying to get out of a sticky situation and left her boyfriend’s dick completely covered in her juices.

“Hhhhnaaaahhh…” Alex moaned, unable to hide the pleasure that she was feeling any longer.

Spirit let out moan after moan after moan as Alex dragged her wet pussy up and down the length of his dick. It felt good to get his dick wet; unbelievably so. He was a massive fan of outercourse but was often a little too shy to ask Alex to do it. The tigress happened to stumble on his search history one day while they were on his PC booking tickets for this very trip. She snooped a bit further when the clouded leopard excused himself to go tinkle and devised up a little plan to surprise him.

“Hhhhhh-holy shit, Alex.” Spirit moaned. His dick wobbled and throbbled like a plank off the side of a pirate ship, slapping gently against his stomach and against Alex’s cuntlips as she slid over him like he was a credit card and she was a swipe machine. His card kept declining but she was kind enough to keep on trying it.

“You like that?” Alex said with a purr. She closed her eyes and continued to chew her on her lower lip as she swiped and swiped away, like a painter with a paint-soaked brush trying to cover up every little bit of a blank canvas. “A little birdy told me that you were into this.” She rolled her hips forward a little further to bring her pussy right up to the tip of her boyfriend’s dick where she then stopped, in preparation for what was next on the agenda. But before she continued, she waited to hear what her cute little boyfriend underneath her would say.

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” Spirit replied. He went wide-eyed when Alex revealed that she found his secret kink from “a little birdy”. He immediately assumed that it was his browser history that ratted him out, but wasn’t sure when she was left alone on his computer. He couldn’t think back so far with what she was doing to him; all the blood that would normally go to his brain was keeping his dick as hard as diamonds. Rational thought was not a thing that was possible when one was having their dick hotdogged and slobbered on by a dripping wet pussy.

“Did you look at my browsing history?” Spirit asked with an inquisitive brow that went so high up his forehead that it looked like his eyebrow was going to fall off of his face.

Alex took the opportunity of being called out for snooping to move her hips forward just that little bit more so that the leopard’s dick bounced upward and his tip lined right up into the perfect spot for her to then push herself back down and slide herself onto it. Alex’s pussy lips parted just enough to grip onto the leopard’s tip as it pushed against her; with his tip securely in place, she rocked herself back and slowly sunk herself down on the cock that was underneath her.

‘Sccchhhhhlllllllp.’

Slowly, the tigress’s pussy lips parted as the leopard’s dick pushed its way inside of her. With her pussy as wet it was and how wet his dick was from her rubbing all over it, that hog slid inside of her with ease. The barbs on the leopard’s dick were like tiny speedbumps trying to get her to slow down, to minuscule levels of success. The tigress was far too worked up to go slow, she wanted her boyfriend’s rod deep in her pus-sea.

The warmth of Alex’s well-lubricated slopping wet pussy engulfed the leopard’s sensitive tip. His foreskin rolled down his glans as her pussy squeezed his dick as it slipped inside of her. Once the entirety of his tip was inside of the tigress, Spirit let out a shivering moan as he felt her squishy and velvety walls squeeze tightly around it.

“Hhhhaaaahhnnnhhh.”

Alex let gravity assist her in getting all the way down on her boyfriend’s dick but maintained control of how fast she took him down to the hilt. Inch by inch, his length disappeared inside of her pussy, which continued to drip wetness down onto the poor leopard’s pelvis that was underneath.

‘Schhhlllllllllp.’

‘Pff.’

The tigress slid all the way down her boyfriend’s pole like a fireman being deployed on a call. Once the entirety of his dick was inside of her, she let out a shaky sigh and loosened her grip around her boyfriend’s hands momentarily as she allowed herself some time to adjust to the new foreign insertion inside of her. After a few deep breaths in and a few long breaths out; she slowly started to roll and grind her hips to move the leopard’s dick around inside of her. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for the first couple of grinds as the leopard’s barbed cock pressed the perfect buttons inside of her love canal. With the help of his barbs, wave after wave of pleasure washed over the shores of her nervous system.

“Hhhhhhaaaaaahhh…” Alex moaned through her lip bite as she continued to grind herself into her boyfriend like he was one of her many dildoes that lived in her super-secret toy chest. She spent close to three minutes rolling her hips back and forth, grinding the cock that was inside her harder than Italian coffee beans at a Starbucks Reserve Roastery. Her pussy clenched around Spirit’s dick in a slow rhythm at first, but the more she grinded and gyrated herself into him, the more frequent and stronger her clenches became.

Spirit felt like his dick had been sucked into a milking machine, or at least what he imagined a milking machine would feel like. His facial expression and the noises that came out of him matched those of the guys getting milked in porn – grit teeth and half-lidded eyes that occasionally switched to rolled back eyes and tongue-out open mouth.

The tiger’s rolling hips came to a sudden stop after the three minutes were up. Even while motionless, her pussy continued to squeeze and milk her boyfriend’s cock as her heart raced and pleasure fizzed and flowed through her body like Coca-Cola fresh from a McDonalds’ soda fountain.

The tigress released her lower lip from her bite and leaned down to bring her face a mere inch away from Spirit’s and rubbed her nose against his. After a few brushes of her snoot left and right, she pulled her face away and just looked at him with a smile. Her soft and innocent smile slowly grew more and more sinister, but in a sexy way. Like the grin of Megan Fox in Jennifer’s Body before she opened up her demon jaw and ate people.

Spirit let out moan after moan as Alex’s hips rolled over him. Her velvety and textured inner walls twisted and turned around his dick like some sort of pussy tornado. He grit his teeth, clenched his fingers around the tigress’s as every inch of his manhood was tickled and toyed with. It twitched, throbbed, and pulsed as the leopard’s body tensed up with pleasure. His moans were soft at first, but increased in intensity once the tigress started lifting herself up and dropping herself down on his dick like she was riding a mechanical bull at a rodeo.

Yee-haw, partner.

Her hips lifted upward and her pussy clenched to tighten around his dick as she pulled away from it, which pulled his foreskin over his tip. When she slammed her hips back down, it rolled back again. Alex tightened her grip around the leopard’s hands as she increased the pace of her bounce in small but very noticeable increments – the sound of her sopping wet pussy spitting out and swallowing that cat boy cock was so loud that it echoed and reverbed against the tall glass windows that made up their corner unit.

‘Schhhlllllp.’

‘Plap.’

‘Scccccchhhhhhhhhhhlllllllpppp.’

‘Plap.’

“Mmmnnnrrrrffff,” Alex moaned as she slammed her hips into Spirit’s and pummeled herself down on his cock. The cat boy’s meat hit just the right buttons inside of her each time she made it all way down until his balls were pressed firmly against her ass.

Spirit wanted so badly to grab the tigress’s hips and buck his hips into her. His muscles ached as he tensed up with every clap of the tigress’s cheeks against his thighs. He felt his legs slowly going numb, but the numbing aches were nothing compared to the tickle he felt in the tip of his dick and his balls as he crept closer and closer to orgasm. His heart continued to beat like a drum in his chest and blood pumped straight from its valves to his hot rod. He tried his best to keep his eyes open to look at his gorgeous girlfriend as she bounced on his dick harder than a rich kid on the in-ground trampoline in their backyard that their parents got them for Christmas.

Plap after plap and clap after clap, the tigress continued to bounce, ride, and grind on top of him., rubbing her sensitive bits into his and making a bunch of nasty noises and smells.

“Hoooohhhaaaaannnnhh…” Spirit continued to moan as his dick got the full Marx Milking Company treatment. Each clench pushed out a mixture of her pussy juice and his pre onto his balls, which were taut, tight, and tucked up right against the base of his schlong – ready to burst.

Alex was close, too. Being in control of the pace and being on top meant that she could get her boyfriend’s dick to poke in just the right places every single time. Those barbs, a bonus that was specific to feline anatomy helped a bunch. It had her wondering why she was against them for all those years. Those little barbs pressed into every bit of her vaginal walls, in all directions.

“Hhhhnnnn fuck.” Alex moaned as her boyfriend’s dick kissed her womb, she rolled her hips clockwise each time she took that rod down to the bas just to smash that cock right into her g-spot. Her clenches increased in frequency the closer she came to her finish line. Her legs tensed up, her hands tightened around Spirit’s, and her toes curled in toward her soles.

“Hhhhhaaaaahhhhhnnnnn… Fuck, Alex, baby… I’m… G-Gonna…” Spirit stuttered.

Alex kept up her pace, moving her hips up and down, plapping and clapping constantly and splashing her pussy juice in and around a three-inch radius splash zone. When she heard her boyfriend announce his impending arrival, she slowed down just a little to make her motions up and down a little more intentional and intense. A grin spread across her face and she looked down at her boyfriend to see a somewhat soft look on his face. Blissful, flushed, and huffy; he was only a furrowed brow away from his usual cum face.

“Do it.. Ahh.. Inside~,” Alex responded through moans of her own. “I want to feel how hot it is.”

Spirit was a simple man – like many men, being urged to cum inside was like music to his ears. There were risks with finishing inside, but who was he to say no to such a polite request? He loved that girl so much that he would have been ready to start a family with her if it ever came to it. He knew that Alex knew what she was doing and trusted that she had his best interests at heart. TL;DR, there is no better feeling than spitting your spooge inside and Spirit was willing to take a gamble with the risks associated with it. He had plenty of luck opening loot boxes in the past, his luck stats were pretty high, no cap.

Spirit’s ears flickered when Alex’s words encouraging him to finish inside of her reached them. He moaned louder and louder and his balls tucked upward just to sag back down repeatedly. Those with a keen sense of hearing would have been able to hear the leopard’s balls churning as it got ready to send his goo up his urethra and into her womb.

‘Glrkch, glrkch, glrtt.’

Spirit grit his teeth and squinted his eyes shut as he arrived at orgasm avenue. “Hhaaaaaaaaa! Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkk!”

The leopard’s dick throbbed harder than it ever had all night, which made it slightly more difficult for Alex to ride him. As her country girl act slowed, her clenches continued to increase in strength and intensity. A shiver rocked its way up her spine and the fur on her shoulders stood up like spikes on a fantasy warrior’s armor. It took a few seconds for the clouded leopard’s cum to travel through the length of his dick and burst out from the slit in his tip. The first rope was a little underwhelming, but the second rope that came just a second later was as strong as a jet of water from an expensive Super Soaker – and if you’ve never been shot in the pussy with a Super Soaker before, it’s something you can absolutely feel.

Rope after rope of his leopard seed shot into the tigress’s cunt and quickly filled her up. It was thick, hot, and sticky – almost like a good latex glue in consistency. Spirit eventually gave in and began bucking his hips upward as he came. His hips went up in tandem with each rope that left his tip. His balls slapped against her ass as he pushed his dick all the way into her as he came.

‘Spurt, splort, splurt.’

After about eight ropes, his volume decreased and the time in-between his shots increased. By the time he was done, Alex’s womb was pumped full of his cum, to the point that her stomach had a teeny tiny bulge in it.

Alex had stopped bouncing up and down on Spirit’s dick once he started cumming, in an effort to keep as much of his spunk inside of her as possible. A little leakage was inevitable, though, as she was not able to stay completely still while she came to her own stop at squirtation station.

The pleasure Alex felt from her boyfriend dumping his load inside of her was enough to send her over the edge into her own orgasm. She closed her eyes, pushed her weight down on her arms, and pinned the leopard underneath her down as her pussy clenched and relaxed over and over again. After three clenches that squeezed around Spirit’s dick so hard that the ropes shooting out from his dick shot out harder like toothpaste being forcefully squeezed out of its tube, Alex squirted from her cunt onto her boyfriend’s pelvis and soaked his fur in her femcum. She slid up and down his dick, which caused his semen to spill out from the tiny gap in between her pussy walls and his shaft.

‘Spppppprrsssssh!’

“Hhaaaaaaah!”

‘Shppprrrrsssccch!’

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

Her clenches continued even after she was done squirting and squeezed every single drop out of the leopard’s tucking nutsack. After five squirts of her clear, sticky, and viscous fluid had sept into her boyfriend’s fur, the tigress sunk back down to the leopard’s base, a wave of their mixed juices pushed down to his balls with her.

Alex let out a heavy sigh in between her deep breaths in and out. With her pussy still gently clenching around the leopard’s dick as they both slowly came down from cloud nine, Spirit continued to moan through his huffs. He opened his eyes up slowly to see Alex staring down at him with a sweet smile. The few loose locks of the tiger’s hair dangled down in front of him, so close to his nose that he could smell the shampoo that she had used to wash her hair the morning before; Green Apple Head & Shoulders. He couldn’t smell the bodywash that she used for her fur, though, as all of that was masked by the smell of beer, skewers, sweat, and sex – a surprisingly good combination of scents.

The clouded leopard found himself staring at his girlfriend’s beautiful perky tits as they rose and fell with her breathing. He tried to reach for them, only to realize that his hands were still intertwined and pinned down by the tigress’s. He settled for staring at them for now, took in deep breaths thorough his mouth, which transitioned into a soft chuckling as the tigress’s pussy still continued to grip and squeeze his rod even though his fuzzy orbs were completely spent for the time being.

A puddle formed underneath them, but luckily, the bedding at the love hotel was fluid-proof. The two lovers basked in their mixed juices and warmth. When Alex heard Spirit’s chuckling, she started to chuckle too, but she wasn’t quite sure what he was chuckling about.

“What’s so funny?” the tigress said through her chuckling and raised her brow at her boyfriend. She loosened her grip around his hand just a little before she pulled his right hand up and placed it on her left breast. She then let go of his hand and let him squeeze and grope her tit to his heart’s content.

With one hand holding his girlfriend’s and one holding her breast, he gave both a squeeze, but gave the tit in his hand a second, a third, and a fourth. He then chuckled some more and ran his thumb over her erect nipple like a toddler discovering a light switch for the first time. Flick, flick, flick, flick.

Alex started to moan when Spirit toyed with her nipples; it was clear that he was trying to avoid answering her question. But a little nipple play wasn’t going to make the tigress veer off course that easily. It felt nice, though.

The tigress leaned her head forward to bring her muzzle barely an inch away from his and asked her question again; “What’s so funny, hm?” Before the leopard could answer, Alex kissed him. It started as a quick peck, but then turned into a heated and messy tongue-filled Frenching. After half a minute of saying bonjour to each other without using words, the tigress pulled away and pulled the leopard’s tongue that she was sucking on out of his mouth with her. She let go of his tongue, which left him with his tongue out of his mouth all silly-looking. He was far too distracted to reel his tongue back in and was left staring at his girlfriend, tongue out, hand on her boob, looking like the happiest man on the planet.

“Nohfing…” he replied, his speech distorted by his tongue that was still out of his mouth. That’s when he realized it and pulled it back in.

“That’s what I thought,” Alex shook her head and went in for another kiss. They spoke French again; for about three minutes this time, once their parler en français ended, both Spirit and Alex licked their lips and smiled. She slowly pulled herself off from her boyfriend’s cock and cum started flowing out of her like a halfway turned garden faucet.

“I’m hungry.” Alex said.

Spirit gave her a puzzled look before he realized he felt a little hungry, too. His stomach even let out a little growl that was so loud that it overpowered the sloppy noises Alex’s pussy made as she pulled herself off of his dick.

‘Grrrrrrgggggggllll…’

‘Sccchhhhhhllp. Pop!’

“Ramen?” the leopard boy suggested as his dick, which was now free from the tigress’s Gorilla Grip cooch, flopped down onto his stomach, splashing cum all over himself.

Alex let out one last moan as the removal of her boyfriend’s dick from her pussy gave her one last tickle with its barbs. Once the leopard’s cock came out of her completely, her pussy was left slightly gaped and the cum he had deposited inside her flowed out of her in abundance like a tipped tub of Greek yoghurt.

‘Splat, splurt, splort.’

As the warm mixture of her own juices and the leopard’s cum dripped onto her boyfriend, Alex let out a purr and leaned down to kiss him again.

“Ramen. Mrrrf. Sounds. Smmmch. Good.” she replied in between kisses.

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Art by Twinkle-Sez

Guest Starring Spirithelia

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