The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped patterns across the sleek blue fur of the tigress sprawled on her couch. Sassy stretched, her toned body flexing, but no amount of shifting could shake the restless heat beneath her skin. With a growl of frustration, she ran a hand down her tan belly, feeling the tension coiled tight in her muscles. She neared her pussy, her fingers toyed with her clit as she moaned softly. She stroked herself nearly to orgasm but couldn't quite get it to finish. She stopped with frustration. It had been weeks since she’d felt any real satisfaction. Work had been a mess, stress piling up in ways that no amount of self-care or distraction could ease. And her last fling? A disappointment. Not nearly enough to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at her. She huffed, flicking her tail in irritation. She needed something—someone—to scratch that itch. Someone who could keep up, challenge her, and leave her breathless.
A knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up and stretched her naked body with a groan. She still felt that heat between her legs. All the more frustrated since she hadn't been able to get her orgasm for the tenth day in a row. She pulled on an oversized t-shirt before padding over to answer. The scent hit her first—something fresh and clean, with an underlying musk that sent a shiver up her spine. Then she saw him. A zebra. Tall, well-built, with black-and-white stripes that only seemed to highlight the strength in his frame. His white tank top showed off the muscles in his arms and upper chest. The shorts let the stripes on his muscular legs show nicely. His sharp green eyes met hers, and his mouth curled into a confident smile. She was suddenly aware the shirt didn't quite cover her pussy and blushed lightly. If he glanced down he might see it. She knew by the sly grin on his face that he could smell her musk—the smell of intense desire.
"Hey," he said, voice smooth like warm honey. His eyes traveled down her body. Taking in her perky breast and lingering on her naked thighs. She felt the heat and need in her rise as he caught sight of her damp pussy. "I just moved in next door. Wanted to introduce myself. I'm Max."
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, sizing him up. She was trying very hard to ignore the way he politely kept his eyes from lingering on her exposed sex. He smelled good. Looked good. And the way he held himself? Like a male who knew exactly what he wanted. Idly, she wondered how hard it would be to talk him into her apartment. Not too hard if the bulge in his pants was any indication.
"Nice to meet you, neighbor," Sassy purred, lips twitching into a smirk. She was determined to stay confident. The tip of her tail curled.
The zebra leaned casually against her doorway, his green eyes flicking over her with amused confidence as if he could read every thought racing through her mind. His scent still lingered between them—clean, musky, and just tempting enough to make her pulse pick up. She stood with her legs a little apart now. Trying to ignore the smell of her own need drifting between them. Trying to decide if she wanted him to look at her pussy.
"I'm throwing a little housewarming party tonight," Max said, his deep voice smooth and inviting. His tail flicked idly. "Figured it’d be a good way to meet the neighbors. You should come."
Sassy tilted her head, her tail swishing behind her. Part of her wanted to say no—she wasn’t exactly in the mood to play nice with a bunch of strangers—but something about him made her hesitate. He wasn’t just being polite. There was a weight behind his words, a flicker of interest in his expression that sent a slow heat curling low in her belly. The way he resolutely refused to comment on how she was exposed only turned her on more. That polite way he didn't offer to fuck her when it couldn't be more obvious how badly she needed it right now. She lifted one foot to the door frame behind her. Standing on one leg she let her knee swing out more than necessary. She could feel the light breeze caressing her slit.
"Mm, I don’t know," Sassy teased, tapping a claw against her chin. "Depends. What kind of party are we talking about?"
He chuckled, the sound rich and easy. "Nothing crazy. Just drinks, music… good company." His gaze dipped, just for a second, down the length of her body and resting on the slit of pink between her legs before snapping back to her eyes. "The kind of company that makes the night more fun."
She felt a spark. The kind of unspoken tension that made the air hum between them. She knew he wanted her almost as much as she wanted him. She couldn't help but play with the moment. She was a sexy horny cat playing with a mouse.
Her lips curled into a lazy smirk. "You know what? I think I will stop by."
"Glad to hear it," he said, pushing off the doorframe. "Starts at eight. I’ll be looking for you."
Max smiled warmly and winked. Before he turned to leave he gave her body one more glance. He smiled and started down the sidewalk. She watched him walk away, his stripes shifting over lean muscle, and licked her lips. Maybe tonight would be more interesting than she thought. Also, she was convinced she could push into that orgasm now. She closed the door and leaned against it. One of her paws massaged her breasts and toyed with her hard nipples. The other slid down between her thighs and found her red hot clit and she teased it between thumb and forefinger. She let out a savage moan of pleasure and arched her back. She shuddered as she slid a finger deep into her pussy and her body tensed as a hot pressure built deep within her belly. It radiated out from her core and filled every inch of her. Sassy nearly roared as the first real orgasm she managed in weeks raked its way through her body. Her legs gave out and she slid to the floor. She let the orgasm slow to a stop and breathed heavily. She giggled when she realized she had soaked the welcome mat.
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The music thrummed low through the walls, a steady pulse that set the tone for the night. Sassy knocked gently on the door. A lion who identified himself as Walter opened the door for her. He smiled knowingly at her as she introduced herself and stood aside to let her in. Sassy stepped inside, her sharp eyes scanning the room as the warm scent of alcohol, faint cologne, and the lingering sweetness of something fruity filled her nose. The place was alive with conversation—laughter bubbling from a group by the kitchen, the clink of ice in glasses, the steady murmur of voices blending into the music. She didn't know most of the people here. She smiled at the gay otter couple she knew lived next door to her. They waved. She moved into the main room looking for Max. She spotted him almost immediately. The zebra stood near the center of the room, a drink in hand, his striped arms flexing slightly as he leaned in to talk to someone. He had swapped his tank top and shorts for a deep green button shirt and brown slacks. His presence was magnetic—relaxed but commanding like he belonged wherever he stood. And, as if he could feel her watching, his gaze flicked to her, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.
He made his way over, weaving through the crowd with unhurried confidence. "You came," he mused, his voice barely audible over the music. He looked her up and down. Taking in the strapless red top she choose. Lingering on the flirty black pleated mini skirt she had paired with it.
"You sound surprised," she purred, tilting her head as she sipped from the drink he offered her. "I said I would, didn’t I?"
"True," he admitted, his gaze dragging down her form. The short skirt riding just high enough to tease. "Gotta say, you clean up nice. Though I loved your other outfit too."
She smirked, leaning in slightly, letting her scent—subtly spiced with her growing interest—drift between them. "Nice? You’ll have to do better than that." She downed her drink. It wasn't strong but the slight buzz she felt seemed to center deep in her core.
His chuckle was low, warm. "How about stunning?" His fingers brushed hers as he handed her a fresh drink. "Better?"
She accepted it, the casual touch sending a small, delicious spark up her arm. "Better," she murmured, watching him over the rim of her glass. "By the way, how much did you see at my door?"
He choked slightly on his drink.
"Well, I didn't want to be rude by saying." He stammered, she smiled, enjoying catching him off guard. "I saw, well, you looked turned on."
She giggled, "I was."
The night moved around them, but her world had shrunk to just this—his voice in her ear, the weight of his attention on her, the way his presence alone sent a slow, smoldering heat curling deep in her belly. At some point, they had moved to the couch. It already had several people on it so it left her sitting in his lap. That warm need was rising in her again, helped along by the lack of panties she had decided was a smart idea. She hoped her pussy wasn't getting wet enough to soak through her skirt. Max told a joke and she giggled and leaned into him. She had noticed a growing firmness beneath her. But it seemed much too large to be his cock. By the time the party had begun to settle hours later, guests drifting into lazy conversation or finding quieter corners to occupy, she already knew where the night was headed. She wanted him. He wanted her. She intended to let him have her and he knew it.
When Max's voice dropped to that smooth, teasing tone—"Wanna see my room?"—she didn’t hesitate. She just smirked and followed. Her tail flicked as she followed his glorious ass down the hall to his room. The hallway was dimly lit, the muffled sounds of the party fading behind them with each step. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, steady and deep, matching the slow sway of her hips as she followed him. The Max glanced back just once with that same confident smirk, the flick of his tail betraying his anticipation.
When they reached his door, he pushed it open and stepped inside, leaving it ajar behind him. An unspoken invitation. She hesitated for just a second—just long enough to savor the way the air felt heavier, charged with something thick and intoxicating. Then, she stepped inside. His room was simple but inviting, the faint scent of him stronger here—warm, musky, laced with something rich like cedarwood. A soft glow from a bedside lamp cast long shadows over the walls, and as she turned to face him, she realized how close he had already gotten.
The space between them was practically nonexistent, the heat rolling off his body in waves. He leaned in and kissed her gently. His lips opened inviting her to deepen the connection. Sassy groaned as she let her tongue meet his. She pressed her body against him. That massive thing had to be his cock. She was trembling with the desire to see it. To feel it. She desperately wanted to have it split her open and pleasure every inch of her body.
"You didn’t hesitate," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet amusement.
"Did you want me to?" she teased, tilting her head up just slightly, just enough to let him know she wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
His gaze flickered over her, hungry but measured, as if savoring the build-up as much as she was. "No," he admitted, stepping in until their bodies nearly touched. "Not at all."
He moved back in for another kiss. Sassy let his tongue explore her mouth. She delighted in the way he lingered over her fangs. A breath. A heartbeat. Then, his hand ghosted over her waist, a barely-there touch that sent an electric current straight through her. Her tail flicked at the sensation, her ears twitching as her fingers itched to close the gap. She worked at the buttons on his shirt. Within moments it fluttered to the floor and she was letting her paws play over his well-toned chest. She let her claws drag gently over his belly. His little moan of need told her he was as needy as she was right now. His stripes seemed to be leading her to his cock.
Her voice was softer now, but no less teasing. "Then what are you waiting for?"
His smirk widened—but this time, there was something darker beneath it. Something promising. He didn’t make her wait any longer. The first touch was slow, deliberate—his fingers grazing her waist before sliding lower, testing, teasing. The air between them felt thick, charged with something electric. Neither of them spoke, but words weren’t needed anymore. The tension that had built throughout the night was ready to break. His hands followed her waist around to her back. Gently and slowly he unzipped her top. He kissed her neck as her top joined his shirt on the floor. He traced kisses along her collarbone from her shoulder to her throat. Then he followed her sternum to her breasts. He kissed around each breast before letting his hot tongue tease each nipple. She moaned softly at the sensation. Sassy pulled him back up into another passionate kiss. Tongues wrestling and exploring each new mouth.
She let out a breathy purr as his hands explored, firm but patient, mapping the curves of her body as if committing them to memory. Tracing her stripes. Her hands weren’t idle either, tracing over the bold stripes of his chest, feeling the warmth beneath them. His breathing hitched as she dragged her claws lightly down his sides, testing how sensitive he was, and how much she could make him react. Their lips met in a seductively slow, unhurried kiss, the kind that made her toes curl. He tasted like the whiskey he’d been sipping earlier—warm, rich, just a little smoky. She deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that sent a shiver racing down her spine.
Sassy let her paws play lower and she found his belt. Max nodded approval when she looked at him for permission. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She slid the zipper down, mimicking the way he had taken his time removing her top. His pants and underwear slid quickly to the floor. Her breathing quickened as she noted the mass of the cock now between them.
She knelt and kissed the massive tip. Her tongue slowly slid along the shaft to where it met his body. She gave each ball a little kiss and delighted at the weight of it on her shoulder. She traced kisses back along to the tip then ran her tongue over the head. She opened her mouth and took him in. He moaned as she sucked. She couldn't take much of him but he didn't mind. She tried to deep throat but couldn't. With a final lick and groan from him, she stood.
She moved in close, pressing it against their bellies, and kissed him soundly. He guided her to his bed and slowly lowered her down. She gasped when he pressed her back against the bed, his weight deliciously solid above her. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, fingers tracing up her thighs, pausing briefly when he realized what wasn’t there.
His breath came out in a husky chuckle against her lips. "No panties?"
She smirked, half-lidded eyes gleaming. "Didn’t see the point."
"Seems you wanted to fuck me from the start." He breathed into her ear.
"God yes," She moaned, "Right there on my porch."
His response was immediate—a low growl of approval as his grip tightened, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. She didn’t want him to. He slid his fingers along her pussy. Tracing each line. She moaned softly and gently bit into his shoulder as he found her clit. He rubbed in tight, slow, circles with one hand while he massaged her breasts with the other. Max seemed to be able to figure out exactly how she liked to be touched. He switched to toying with her clit with his thumb and his first two fingers slid into her. He curled them slightly and pressed into her g spot. She arched her back and moaned loudly. He took that opportunity to suck and bite her nipples gently. The pressure of an orgasm was building in her. She wanted to stop him. She moaned again as he increased his attention on her pussy. She wanted him to cum with her. He trailed kisses down her stomach and slid a third finger into her as his tongue traced electric circles around her clit. She broke. She roared softly as an orgasm rippled through her body. He slowly removed his fingers but didn't stop licking around her slit until it was clear the orgasm had subsided.
"Shit," Sassy moaned. "That was too quick." She was breathing fast and hard. If they stopped now she would be satisfied but not happy. She wanted him inside her. And now, damn it.
"I'm not done with you yet." Max kissed her pussy then slid her skirt off of her legs. It vanished in a blur of movement, discarded carelessly onto the floor. The sensation of bare fur against bare fur sent another rush of heat flooding through her. His body was strong, and firm in all the right ways, his stripes shifting over toned muscle as he moved. For a moment, he just looked at her, drinking her in. "You’re gorgeous," he murmured, his voice raw with something real beneath the lust.
She rolled her eyes, though her smirk softened just slightly. "You talk too much."
Then, she pulled him down into another kiss, this one fierce, and hungry. No more teasing. No more waiting. The night had been leading to this moment, and now, she was going to take exactly what she wanted. Her legs wrapped around him and she felt his tip press gently against her entrance. The faint scent of latex broke through the intoxicating musk of their bodies, a sharp contrast to the raw, primal heat pooling deep in her belly. She wanted to feel everything—skin to skin, nothing between them—but the thought of him recklessly filling her sent a different kind of thrill through her. No. Not tonight. She bit her lip, watching as he rolled a condom on, appreciating the control even as she wished she didn’t need it. He positioned himself and slowly slid in. The scent of the condom was unpleasant. But she melted at his not needing to be told to put one on. That respect made her need him even more. She shook with pleasure as she felt him stretch her. He filled her more than she had ever experienced. He kissed her gently.
"I think you can handle the rest." He groaned as he kept sliding in.
She was beside herself with pleasure. He had already overfilled her and it just kept coming. When she finally felt him bottom out she couldn't believe that whole thing managed to get inside her. He rolled his hips slowly, drawing out a moan from her as she matched his rhythm. Slowly he slid out only to return with just enough force to shake her breast. She pressed her forehead against his chest and watched as his monster cock slip in and out of her. The smell of their musk mingled as their bodies did. They were entwined in ways she had needed ever since her boyfriend had left her for that stupid house cat. Then he pushed in deep again and her ex vanished in a moan of pleasure. She shuddered as she nearly had a random orgasm. The near miss only made her want it more. She locked eyes with him.
"Shit, you are tight." He moaned out in clipped tones. Pushing in harder with every word.
She moaned loudly and arched her back. "You are just huge!" She gripped him like a life raft and let her claws drag lightly along his back. He seemed to shutter with the pleasure of it and began kissing her breast again. His pace sped up considerably. She realized he had been going easy. Making sure he didn't hurt her. Now that he knew she could take it he was slamming into her with such force she cried out in pleasure. She could feel his balls slapping against her with every thrust.
She felt a sudden build-up of warm pressure in her pussy and she buried her face in his neck, biting gently, as it exploded through her. Her orgasm was everything. Massive. Devastating. It tore her apart, put her back together, then blasted her to pieces again. She cried out with the savage pleasure of it. It wasn't coming to a stop. With one final push, he held. His body shook as his orgasm joined hers. They held each other as she finally came down from her climax. She kissed him gently as he slowly stopped pumping cum into the condom. He slowly slid out of her, tossed the condom into a bedside trashcan, and then cuddled her in his arms.
The room was quiet now, save for the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing. The scent of their act lingered in the air—heat, musk, the remnants of passion still clinging to their fur. The sheets beneath her were tangled, and one of his pillows knocked to the floor, but she couldn’t care. She stretched lazily, her body still thrumming with a deep, satisfied warmth, every muscle loose and sated. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, his striped chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. He watched her, eyes half-lidded but sharp, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You look comfortable," he murmured, voice deep and rough around the edges. She smiled and noticed some light bite marks on his body and some pink scratches. Though nothing had broken the skin. "I enjoyed every moment of you." He kissed her.
She let out a pleased purr, rolling onto her side to face him. "Mmm. I am." She dragged her claws lightly down his chest, playful now, teasing even in the afterglow. "You put that confidence of yours to good use, I’ll give you that."
He chuckled, shifting just enough to hook a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Glad I didn’t disappoint."
She hummed, feigning consideration, her tail flicking lazily behind her. "Well, I might need another round just to be sure."
His eyes darkened, amusement giving way to something more primal, more possessive. "Oh?" His grip tightened just slightly, enough to make her stomach flutter. "I think I can manage that."
She smirked, nipping at his lower lip before pulling away. "Good. Because I like a host that knows how to entertain."
His laughter rumbled against her skin as he pulled her close again, the heat between them reigniting just enough to promise that the relationship was just getting started.
"I could get use to having a beautiful sexy woman in my arms." Max said softly into her ear.
"I want you to." She kissed him gently on the lips. "As long as it's me."
"I can't imagine anyone else." He lightly nipped her ear. "Though," he said with a teasing tone, "that Labrador girl out there had a nice ass." He laughed.
"How dare you." She said with mock outrage. Then she shrugged and nestled into his arms. "I have a better ass anyway."
"Everything about you is better." He said as they drifted off to sleep.