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Robert felt butterflies dancing about his gut for the first time in a while. By all rights, the tiger shouldn’t feel nervous. He’d been hand-picked for this job by the project manager. His boss had grumbled a little, but relented. Seemed the manager thought he was perfect and refused to budge. So, despite only being with Vanguard Solutions only a few months, here he was on a special assignment.

Sure, it meant leaving his wife and the twins at home, but this job was too big to pass up. Jennifer wasn’t happy, but the payday would make up for it. She’d been supporting him through everything and now it was his turn to support her.

Plus it got him out of diaper duty for a few months.

Although, it was an odd experience, being sent to another country for his first major job. He’d expected a few cities over, maybe another state. Something he could be home on the weekends for. Pretty hard to be home on the weekend when it was a twenty plus hour flight home.

On the upside, his apartment wasn’t bad. After everything he’d heard about Japanese homes, he had been worried. Didn’t want to spent the next six months in a one-room studio, sharing a bathroom with everyone. He had a bath, a kitchenette, a bed, and a separate living area. Wasn’t much but it was gonna be home. Took him a bit to find the bed. Don’t know why they kept it in the closet of all places. He’d have to ask about that later.

But here he was, Aurai Technology. The tiger leaned back, breathing out a little whistle as he looked up the span of the skyscraper. It wasn’t all Aurai’s, they only had a few floors from what he’d heard. Still, place was massive. “I’d hate to clean those windows,” he muttered, spotting the scaffolding hanging above.

Inside was just as clean and modern. A widely smiling rat waited at the front desk, “Hello,” she offered a low bow.

“Ah yes,” he returned the bow and offered his card, “Robert Madison from Vanguard Solutions. I am here to work with Aurai Technology.”

“I had wondered when you were going to get here.” The voice behind him was brusque, bearing a faint British accent. Robert turned to the speaker and sopped. She was shorter than him, which wasn’t terribly surprising all things consider. He was a pretty tall tiger after all. What was surprising was her appearance.

She looked about like your ordinary rabbit. Tall ears almost reaching to the level of his nose, platinum blonde hair pulled back into a business-like bun, and a somewhat sweet face. She was dressed for business, a flowing skirt that reached almost to her knees, matching jacket, creamy colored stockings, and a smart blouse completed the picture. However, her coat faded between snowy white and a rich gold; bearing rosette-like spots on it. Giving her a closer look, he saw some decidedly feline features. Slit pupils in her shockingly blue eyes, a decidedly feline arch to her back, and the way she held herself.

Her smile bordered on sweet and condescending as she finished examining him as well. “When Vanguard said that their consultant was willing to come in late, I was skeptical.” The strange female leaned towards the receptionist and began to speak in smooth Japanese. That smile returned, sweeter this time, as she took the offered swipe card. “Your flight must have been exhausting. You sure that you don’t want to wait until tomorrow?”

Robert put on his best professional smile, having to remind himself not to show his teeth. He’d been given a primer and had heard that was rude here. “Oh I slept well enough on the flight.” The tiger chuffed out a hearty laugh, “Believe me, a few months of taking care of cubs that don’t want to sleep the night? Business class was heaven after that.” He took the card, reminding himself to bow, “Robert Madison.” He flashed another of his winning smiles, “Oh I had thought about trying to recover my sleep schedule, but I can cope. Thought I might as well start putting myself to use, insisted they tell the project lead I’d like to get to work ASAP.”

That smile lingered a little as she handed the card over, “Amahle Heron, though most here call me Yuki or boss.” She held out a hand, “Lead for Project Odysseus.”

His smile widened just a little as he shook her hand. “Well, can’t say you’re what I expected for the lead.”

Yuki’s cottony tail twitched just a little as she lead the way to the elevator, “Didn’t expect a woman to be lead?” she grunted.

It was hard to read her, what was she? He could deal with most species about, he’d always been good at reading body language. It got muddy with hybrid species though. “Not at all,” he tried to add a slight trill, mimicking a purr most felines could muster effortlessly. “More surprised to find someone from…” he narrowed his eyes in thought just a little as they stepped into the elevator car, “England?” A tilt of his head as he leaned forward, “The North if I had to guess.” He used the opportunity to take a quick whiff of her scent. Clean, smelling of soap and detergent, with a hint of something minty. Perfume? Toothpaste? Hard to tell.

“Very good, raised there a few years before my parents moved to London for work.” She caught his look and turned, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Though I was born in South Africa. Mother is a serval and father a very brave rabbit.” Yuki pulled her lips back just enough to show off the decidedly feline grin. “Mother called me her little cabbit.” She looked over him slowly, both ears rolling forward, “Your accent is hard to trace. I know you’re American, but…”

“Ah, worked hard to drop my accent. Lived all over the country though.” He smoothly altered his accent, “Born down in Baton Rouge, Pa loved to hit up Mardi Gras each year though. Moved to Saint Louis, Oakland, Raleigh,” he rolled his hand. “List goes on.”

A whisper of a purr flavored her words, “Sounds like you’re quiet the experienced man.”

“Well, my father was fond of finding jobs that he felt were better than what he had.” Robert knew full well his father had never been able to really hold a job down, but had never gotten fired. He had a weird sense for when to look for new jobs and get out before he was it seemed. Robert stopped and tried to weight the look she was giving, “Enough about me though, tell me about you. What problems does Amahle Yuki Heron have that I specifically can offer the solutions to?”

There was a strange glint in her eyes, “I’m sure you’re curious about why I picked you. Well,” the elevator chimed and they stepped out, “While I’m certain that some of the other consultants might offer more experience, I prefer getting a different view.” She waved a hand towards rows of workers as they strode through an office, “I can find any number of old guard who are stuck in their ways. Countless young upstarts that want to prove themselves. The problem is…” she paused and motioned for him to follow, which he was already doing. “Your office is right up here.”

His office wasn’t much to speak of. Single door, a window with blinds, desk, chair, and a couple filing cabinets. It was about what he’d been expecting, to be fair. She motioned him in, shutting the door behind. “What I need,” her voice dropped to a hiss, “is an American that isn’t going to come in here and kiss ass. I need you to come in here like a fucking tiger. A beast ready to lay claim to whole new territory. Ignore social norms and just… grab what you want. Got it?”

This was just getting more and more confusing. His boss had been beyond insistent that he not screw this up. Aurai was a new client with a lot of money to throw around. Now here the project lead was telling him to kick ass and take names?

She must have seen the reservation on his face. Her nose wrinkled and the cabbit grunted, “Whatever blow back will come on me first, and believe me. I can handle it.” She straightened her back with a smirk, “I’m the one that insisted you be here, after all. So it’s my ass on the line.” Despite only coming up to his chest, the feline/rabbit hybrid seemed to tower over him as she stepped in, “Can you handle it?”

“Lady,” he straightened his back and offered a grin, “Pretty sure I’m your man.” That smile widened just enough to start inching for a snarl. He let a deep growl flavor his words, “They won’t know what hit them.”

“Good,” Yuki turned and waved, “there’s a note about your login. My office is across the hall if you need anything.” Then she was gone, shutting his door behind her. Robert heaved a sigh and leaned back, nose twitching as he tried to process just what happened. Though… there was something odd about the room. Robert took a slow sniff and frowned. Was that Yuki’s perfume or something else? There was some smell that he couldn’t quiet place. Ah, he’d just worry about it later. Now… where was that note? More importantly, where would he get a normal keyboard?

Somehow, Yuki made it back to her office without running or slamming the door. Only a countless amount of practice kept her stride steady. That purposeful walk that screamed, Don’t bother me, I have more important things to do. She could see some of the programmers and staff glancing at her, then towards Robert’s office. Oh they’d meet him soon enough. She’d already explained to them that there was a consultant coming in, but wouldn’t be properly introduced until later. That was enough for her staff. Besides, their work day was almost over. They’d be going home or going to one of the izakaya and ponder on the tiger she’d been marching through the office.

Those questions would come later. Now came time for the end of day reports and they knew better than to bother her during that.

She sat down with a sigh, pulling her skirt up to reveal a pink pack tucked into a garter belt, “Damn batteries,” came the grunting hiss. “Can even last a whole day.” With practiced ease, she pulled the case free and changed the batteries. Fur bristling as soon as the vibrator began to hum again. The cabbit lifted her skirt higher. Easing fingers past her panties to stroke the hooked vibrator that curled gently about her.

A breathy hiss slipped between lips as her fingers slid over her inflamed lips. Pleasure shot up and down her spine as the hybrid rocked her hips. She’d been pretty close a few minutes ago. Giving her little speech while about to cum in front of the big American? Oh that was always the most fun! Except the batteries decided to give out right then. She just hoped he took her agitation to mean that she was annoyed with his hesitation, not that she didn’t get off. Though that would have been interesting, wouldn’t it?

Just how good was his nose?

Her fingers stilled, fur bristling as she denied herself that climax. It had been close to a male, and not just any male. A big, healthy one. One that had set her fur on end and threaten to make her knees weak. Her body jerked, needing the release, but she wasn’t going to let herself have it. No, if she was good at any one thing, it was self-discipline.

Her eyes darted to the window, ears straining to hear the office beyond. She could just barely hear chatter and the sound of feet on carpet beyond. People were starting to filter out of the office. Her crew was pretty loyal, and knew her policy about working late. She wasn’t one to force them to work until they were ready to drop, and she was certain most appreciated that. Meant that it was easier for her to convince them to work overtime when needed. Also meant that they were ready to clear out at quitting time.

Yuki hummed quietly and slid her fingers back. Her hand dipped to the remote and turned it down until it was the softest hum. That burning need drove her hips forward as the stimulation was backed down. A slutty whimper threatening to break free of her throat, but she clamped down on it. Her body wanted to get off, it needed release. Soon, she promised herself.

Ten minutes and everyone would clear out. Everyone except for Robert that is. If he was that eager to get started he might be here… a few hours at least. Meant that she had to step up her time table. She’d meant to spent his first full day here seeing how agreeable he might be. Now, well maybe she could skip a step or two.

Looking at the clock, she let her fingers glide over her pussy. Massaging the swollen labia, admiring how hot she was to the touch. “Twenty minutes,” she almost purred to herself. “Twenty minutes and we see how much he’s willing to play.” Rough tongue flicked over her lips as she bumped the vibe, making her hips jolt. Yuki grunted and gave her own pussy a slap, “You’re not a bitch. You can wait twenty minutes.”

Yuki leaned forward, idly lifting her slick fingers to clean. She whipped a container of wipes from another desk drawer. Carefully using one to clean herself up. Each wipe leaving a cool, somewhat minty scent behind. Bit by bit, she was erasing the scent of her heat, at least for now.

Another look at the clock. Twenty minutes was too easy, wasn’t it? She could do that in her sleep. Now an hour, that sounded far more challenging.

Robert looked up as someone knocked at his door, “Yes?”

Yuki stepped in with a slight smile, “Wow, didn’t think you’d actually still be here.”

He flashed a smile, “Well, said I’d get started tonight didn’t it?” The tiger groaned and stretched. He stole a glance at the clock, he’d been here over an hour already and it felt like he’d barely done anything. Nothing except take his jacket off and roll up his sleeves. “Not as far along as I’d like,” he grinned, “not used to these keyboards.”

“I can see about getting you a different one. Pretty sure we have some others in storage somewhere.” She took a step in and lifted a bag. “Just got back from the market. Didn’t know when you ate last.”

Ears twitched, “That makes two of us. Ate on the plane, then trip to the apartment,” he leaned back and pursed his lips. “Carry the two…” the tiger breathed out a raspberry, “Few hours ago at least. No more than ten. Don’t think I’ve even had a chance to get some bills changed.”

“Well then, let me distract you with something juicy.” She dropped the bag on his desk and started fishing out food. Intrigued, Robert nudged the bilingual keyboard aside. “Don’t know how adventurous you are, so thought we might start with something plain.” Robert’s ears perked as she sat a selection of sandwiches down, each in a plastic container.

He picked one up, “Ah, the C-store sandwich. Eaten a lot of these.”

Yuki chuffed, “Not quiet like these, I assure you.” She leaned forward to tap each, “Whole wheat BLT, katsu, tonkatsu, blueberry cheesecake.”

Ears shot up, “Blueberry cheesecake as a sandwich?”

“Yeah, that one’s mine,” she snatched it back with a toothy grin. “Might share if you convince me.” She pointed over the rest, “Rice balls, pickled veg, and…” she produced some drinks with a flourish, “Tea or beer, your choice.” She leaned forward and set the drinks before him. Using the motion to hide her hand rubbing over her skirt. A shiver raced up her spine as the vibrator began to buzz that much harder. The cabbit winked, “It’ll be our secret if you drink on the job.”

Robert chuffed, “Well, if it’s our secret.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the food was laid out. He peeled back the plastic, taking a deep whiff of the food.

And froze.

There was some other smell that was tickling his nose. It was that mint again, but stronger this time. There was a decidedly chemical edge to it. If his nose wasn’t lying, that smelled like scent killer. Jennifer liked using it for work, though she preferred the unscented kind.

Alone, that wasn’t anything unusual. Lots of species used different types of scent killers so as not to bother those around them. What had his nose twitching was the hint underneath.

Robert popped a can, “So,” he chuffed, “how long are you planning on being here tonight?” The sandwich was good, and the beer was cold. Shame that both quashed the subtle scent coming from the cabbit before he could identify it. He really didn’t want his stomach to start growling.

She laughed and nibbled at the edges of a curry bun, “Well, depends on how long you’re here.” An ear twitched towards him as she brought her hand down. She was well practiced in sneakily adjusting her toy. Couldn’t begin to count the days she’d walked around the office with it buzzing away. There was a thrill to it, even more thrilling when she’d get right next to her coworkers and see them sniff. She felt that now, watching as Robert’s nose twitched. Her thumb ticked the vibrator up another notch. Mmm, how long could she sit in here with it buzzing away before she could coax a flehmen from him?

Yuki covered a moan with a laugh, “Can’t very well leave you here alone, can I?” She flashed a smile over her can of tea, “What if you’re a corporate spy?”

His hand came down on the desk with a bang. She jumped, nearly spilling tea all over herself, “Darn,” an impish grin spread over his lips, “Months of planning down the drain. All that work getting into Vanguard, then having you pick me without my knowledge wasted!” He slouched back in his chair, “What am I going to do now?” She raised a brow, wondering just how serious he might be. “Guess I’ll finish my sandwich first and learn to be a corporate spy later.”

She wrinkled her nose, “Didn’t know you were a joker as well.” Her thighs rubbed together as she took a deeper breath. The tiger’s scent tickling her nose. He’d only been in this room a short while and it was already starting to smell like him. That predatory musk, enhanced by hours on a plane, was barely contained by his cologne. It made the rabbit in her nervous, while also enticing her serval side.

Robert was watching her close while acting casual. His father had shown him a lot of tricks over the years. Most focused on getting people to like you, others were reading body language. There was something about the way this hybrid held herself that kept grabbing at his attention. Her posture kept shifting between interested and cool detachment. Was it something about her nature as a hybrid or something else? Pretty sure he wasn’t misreading this.

A glint caught his eye. “Yeah,” he grinned and held up his hand with a laugh, “Greatest prank I ever pulled, convincing my wife to marry me.”

“Hmm,” she covered another moan as she leaned forward. “Oh yes, you had mentioned you had cubs earlier. Are they newborn?” Oh she knew how old they were. He’d gotten married a couple years ago after his girlfriend graduated from college. They’d had cubs about six months ago, which lead to his wife taking a short leave of absence from the medical practice she worked at. Honestly, doing some background research into him had been easier than picking him from the Vanguard staff. And that had been a no-brainier.

Robert lifted a sandwich and thought, tapping it against his lips, “No, they’re… gosh four months now? Five?” He laughed, “Time flies when you can barely sleep. Love my two terrors though.” His lip curled and tongue stuck out. A quick inhale before biting down. Oh there was something going on here alright. The more time he spent talking with her, the better bead he was getting. And that quick sniff filled in more clues.

Ears twitched, “How cruel, playing that sort of prank on her.” Up another tick. Pleasure coursing through her, threatening to send the hybrid into a panting fit. “She must be a wonderful lady.”

“Oh she’s a great gal, I’m really lucky.” He started to look over the cabbit slowly. “You know, I’m surprised that you needed to call in a consultant on a…” he leaned in a little closer, glancing at the notebook he’d been writing in earlier, “database project. Certainly don’t need someone to storm the gates and light fires under tails. Generally speaking.”

She leaned in as well, “Ah yes. Normally we wouldn’t, but this is an encrypted database. You know the language, scored high with it. Reports say you’re good with people. This,” she tapped the desk, “is going to be Aurai’s money maker.”

This close, it was far easier to get a good whiff. Yuki’s thighs trembled as she leaned in. Eyes narrowing just a little as her lapin nose twitched. His scent was stronger here and it was drawing her in. “Everyone,” she breathed out, “is going to want what we have to offer.” She stopped right before she was about to lay on his desk. Yuki turned the motion into a yawn and stretch, arching her back and rocking away from the tiger. “Which is why I want to make sure it’s solid as can be.”

Robert sighed and rose, “Sec… been sitting too long.” The tiger groaned and started a slow walk around his desk. He kept an eye on her as she went through her slow stretches. As her front dipped, her skirt rose just a bit higher and he saw a bit of wetness on not only her skirt, but her thigh and the seat too. “Well, can certainly see where the interest would be in that.” With her facing away, it was easy to curl his lip and inhale. The rich scent hit him like a sledgehammer. Every piece seemingly falling into place as his focus honed in her. The arch of her hips, curve of her spine, the scent, even her words earlier clicked in his mind.

Yuki felt her thrill start to drop as she spent far too long stretching. The cabbit let the sigh she’d been holding in whisper out as her eyes narrowed. After a couple years here in Japan, she’d been disappointed by the guys she’d met. A great many talked a big game, but when it came down to it, they disappointed. Each and every one. She’d been hoping that…

Grrrrrrrrmmmmm…

The growl washed over and through her. Low, sub-vocal rumbles shook her to the core as the sound clawed its way up her back and into her ears. Her eyes went wide and ears bolted, her rabbit side ready to bolt. Just as she was straightening, a hand clamped about her neck and drove her to the desk.

“He-hey, what’s the meaning…” The hand lifted her an inch before slamming her down again. Her head bouncing off the desk just hard enough to stun her into silence. The growl returned, Robert’s muzzle pressing right to her cheek. His claws unsheathed slowly. Dark, dangerous nails slid into her view as the tiger’s lips curled back. That growl going deeper until it was more felt than heard. Breath caught in her throat as his free hand slid over her side. Felt the curve of her breast through her blouse. Traced down her side. Followed the line of her skirt to her knee. Very, very slowly gathered it up and lifted until her backside was exposed.

She tried to get words out, but while her mouth worked, the only thing she could muster was heated pants. Trembling little squeaks that quaked from her mouth as this American tiger exposed her backside. He tucked her skirt up over her tail almost too casually before grabbing the back of her panties.

Cool air washed over her inflamed pussy as he pulled them down. Exposing her privates to this male she’d known for less than a couple hours. Her mouth hung open as she tried to look back. Robert kept his hand on her head, pinning her to the desk. Trimmed and painted nails scratched at the polished desk as she squirmed. He had her trapped, at his mercy. She could barely see his hand as it reached back, her ears picked up the distinctive sound of a zipper coming down. “H...he what do you think you’re doing?” she panted out, thighs shaking as fear and anticipation surged up her spine. Predator and prey halves dancing about each other as this tiger held her down. Was he going to eat her? Was he going to fuck her? Her heart raced in her chest, waiting for the answer.

Robert only had a second between pulling her panties down and unzipping his pants. He stole a quick glance at her backside. Creamy thighs, a trail of gold that wrapped around her pussy, and a plush rear that was begging for a pounding called to him. There was something odd though, that hint of pink wasn’t something he recognized. It wasn’t blocking her, so some sort of contraceptive? Granted, he wasn’t up to date on those. A test stroke clued him in more. Oh that naughty minx.

The hand shifted, giving Yuki just enough breathing room to suck in a lungful of air as she straightened. “What do you think…” was all she managed before he cut her off again. Teeth found her scruff and bit down. Her feline side locking up, knees pressed together and hips lifted as it immediately recognized the mating bite. Adrenaline surged through her as the lapin side started to panic, breath coming in short pants. His hand came down on the desk with a smack. Then warmth. The blazing heat of his manhood against her bare pussy.

A hard thrust buried every inch he had in her. She hiccuped a noise, going cross-eyed as the tiger stretched her to the limits. He didn’t stop there. No, he drove into her hard enough to slam her thighs into the hard edge of the desk.

His growl rolled through her scruff as his other hand slammed onto the desk. Teeth pulled at her scruff as the male pulled away. His barbs rasped her insides, making her lip quiver as they sent raw jolts of pleasured pain up her spine. Yuki found herself breathless as he slammed into her. The larger male hammering her into the side of the heavy desk. His thrusts came harder. Faster. Each one accompanied with a primal growl.

She could barely focus. Her vision filled with the desk, scattered remains of their meal, and his heavy hand. Light glinted off his claws, drawing her eyes and giving her something to focus on. It was an impossible task. Each of his thrusts drove the breath from her. His weight pressed her into the desk. She could barely breathe, barely think, barely even stay aware as pleasure coursed through her. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” she managed to gasp out, “T-thi-this is rrr...mmmmrrrape!” Getting those words out was a monumental effort.

Yuki’s words registered, but only just. Robert smirked, knowing this game too well. Only a couple minutes in and she was soaking his groin. He’d be lucky to get out of here without reeking of her. Not that he cared.

He shifted and brought his hand down her form again. A tug jerked her into his next thrust. Yuki squeaked, then shuddered as his hand dipped. He could see her eyes widen as his hand closed about the vibrator’s controller. The toy buzzed merrily inside of her, the shape keeping it clamped within her walls even as he rutted her. He could feel it humming under his cock as it did its job. A twist sent it lower, the humming calmed. That wouldn’t do. Robert quickly twisted it all the way up. The cabbit tensed under him, mouth opening to squeal as she shook under him.

Quick as he could, he covered her mouth, teeth tightening on her scruff and pulling. She writhed under him, eyes rolling back as muffled squeals pressed into his hand. The cabbit shuddered and shook under him, her hips driving into his lap. A hand wrenched back, grabbing at his hip and holding tight. Not trying to push him away either, she was jerking him forward.

It had been a few weeks since he’d had anything other than his own hand. Having a hopping, jerking, and squealing female under him; her estrus scent in his nose, and her pussy grabbing his cock? Fucking miracle he lasted this long. As her eyes rolled back, he drove himself balls deep and snarled. The tiger arching over her with a guttural, “Ffuuucccck!” as he emptied his balls into her.

Robert’s snarl died down as he slouched. Only just remembering to reach down and turn off the vibe before it drove him mad.

A minute passed. Then two. Yuki’s eyes rolled back and mouth slack as she trembled. Robert’s shirt clung to his body, the cool office air only doing so much to cool the overheated felines. It took longer than he thought before he was able to muster the energy to draw back. Yuki’s eyes snapped to him as her mouth snapped shut. The hybrid shuddered as his barbs drug their way out of her depths. “Fffffuck!” she yelped as he popped free. Thick tiger cum drooling from her seconds later. “And just what…” she panted, looking back at him, “do you think you were fucking doing?”

“I,” he didn’t bother zipping his pants up as he leaned over her again. The cabbit froze, her hips bumping up instinctively. “Really wanted a bit of that cheesecake sandwich.” She watched as Robert reached over here, took the package, and slowly peeled the plastic back, “Thought my ‘ignoring social norms and grabbing what I want’ might convince you. Did it?” Each word came with a flash of teeth. He arched a brow quizzically.

Yuki shivered, “Save me half.” The cabbit started to stand, but her knees wobbled. Taking a breath, she managed to pull her panties back up. Savoring the feel of his cum as it squished into the fabric. “So,” she sat down, trying to straighten her rumpled clothes and regain the look of a consummate business woman, “What drove you to that?”

“Well,” Robert dropped back to his seat, not bothering to zip back up. “Out of everyone at Vanguard you picked me specifically. Didn’t realize why until I smelled you.” The tiger began to slowly eat the sandwich, eyes narrowing with bliss. “This is really good, you know.” She narrowed her eyes and crossed arms. “Right.” The tiger cracked an easy grin, “Almost bought your ‘fresh face’ spiel until I smelled you. For those with coding knowledge there's…” he thought a moment, “Bill, Weiss, and Lester. Weiss is openly homosexual. Lester is a duck. Which leaves Bill, but he’s fifty and so overweight walking down the hall nearly gives him a cardiac. As soon as I smelled you, I put two and two together.”

She hummed, “Fair enough.” Laying claim to her half of the sandwich, “And the rough sex? Most guys stop when the R word is brought up.”

He licked his fingers slowly, “Well, I’ve been with my fair share of women.” The tiger’s lips curled back into a smile, “Dad made sure that I was… well educated about that. Said I made a good wing man. At least until I started to pick up the women he had his eyes on. You’re hard to read at first, but I caught on quick. Very good at concealing and acting very nonchalant. Your panic needs work though.”

“And your wife?”

Turning his hand, he looked at the ring in the fluorescent lights. “Like my dad used to say. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt me.” The tiger leaned forward and grumbled, “I trust you’ll ‘handle any blow back’ on your own?”

That made her smirk as he turned her words back on herself. “Well,” she offered a purr of her own as she leaned forward. “That depends.”

“On?”

Yuki ran a finger through the sandwich he was holding. She grinned and licked the cream off her finger, “On if you can be a proper sperm donor.”

“Well,” he chuffed, “I’d say if you wanted more, I could certainly go for more here. Though it might be a bit cliché to ask,” he grinned and leaned in. Whiskers touching hers and making them twitch, “My place or yours?”

“Yours.” Sharp, matter of fact, “I picked it for privacy.” Then playful, “Mine has a doorman.”

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“Ah...ahh! AHHRUKKK!” Yuki’s eyes rolled back as her body shook under the tiger. Her body arched towards him eagerly, pressing her throat into his hand even as he shoved her into the mattress. Gone were the suits and pretenses. Her stockings and garters were the only thing the cabbit wore, other than an elaborate web of rope that twined about her body. The soft cord lifting her breasts, curled around her swollen belly, and pulled her rear up tight.

It had been three months since he had landed in Japan. Work had been going fairly well. The project was making great headway. He liked the country, and he liked the people he worked with. Oh it had taken a little while to fully learn the language and cultural differences. That had been a small bump. It was nice to go to work, hit up a bar, and root for baseball with some very obsessed people.

His first week, Yuki had spent nearly every night with him. The pair fucking like… well it was hard to say if it was rabbits or cats. There wasn’t a flat surface in his apartment she hadn’t been shoved against. Or a room at work they hadn’t snuck into for a quick romp.

Now, she would slip him a note, flash a look under her skirt, or just call to let him know that she wanted some. Might be a few days between visits, might just be a quick roll in a storage room. He’d been thrilled to find out that she was pregnant. Between her being ‘a miracle’ as she said her mother called her, and modern medicine, she was perfectly fertile. Pair that with how vigorously they’d been going at it, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a whole litter.

Yuki squirmed under him, her legs pressed tight to his shoulders. The cabbit arched, grunting as she came. The intensity of it driving her feet into his shoulders enough to almost lift the larger tiger. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he just kept pounding her.

“Good.” _Click “_Oh ya that’s good,” came a deep purr from the other side of the room. Robert glanced over at the large feline who had pulled a chair into his bedroom.

Her name was Liv, and she was a Norwegian Forest cat. Which meant that she was large, nearly as tall as he, and unbelievably fluffy. Even now, with most of her clothing still on, her luscious mane of fur puffed up around the collar of her blouse. The feline licked her lips as she shifted, smoothly swinging her camera down. The shutter going off like a machine gun as he hammered away at Yuki.

This was a strange arrangement, and Robert had worried about it a little. Yuki assured him that it’d be fine. The photos were for her memories only, plus she offered him something else to sweeten the deal.

“I’m gonna cum…” he chuffed. Yuki’s rear bumping and hopping as the cabbit squirmed under him, eager for another load. Liv drew in closer, her camera snapping picture after picture as he planted a few hip-breaking thrusts into the cabbit. The last couple months taught him just how much she loved it rough, and it wasn’t often that they were done without her being somewhat bruised. Masochist that she was.

Robert ripped his hand away from her throat. Yuki’s body arched as she took a deep breath. He’d timed it just right, releasing her right as she was about to pass out. As she lifted and shuddered, mouth opening to cry out, he struck. Heavy jaws driving under her chin and clamping down. Teeth just grazing her neck as he buried his orgasmic bellow into her neck. She jumped under him, barely managing a squeak before he forced her right into another peak. Her eyes rolling back in that ‘I’ve been well fucked’ faces that he so enjoyed.

Liv’s deep purr rolled up from behind, her warm hand cupped his balls. Massaging them as he emptied his load into Yuki. “Oh he is a good one, isn’t he?”

Yuki gasped as he pulled back, “That…” she rasped, coughed, and reached for the water. Robert handed it to her and proudly stood up. The cabbit sat on the bed, ignoring the bloody scratches on her back and hips. She swayed, held the cup with both hands, and took a long drink. “That’s what I kept telling you. Man is a striped stud.”

“Well then,” the Wegie purred. “Perhaps we should discuss my payment then?”

The cabbit hopped off the bed. Yes, bed, he’d gotten rid of that futon before the first week was out. “You two talk about that. I need the bathroom.”

Robert’s ears perked, “Payment?”

Liv smirked, her golden brown eyes sparkling. The words rolled off her rough tongue, accent flavoring each syllable; “Yes. Yuki made a promise that I could…” she trailed off, “try you out myself.” Her hand dipped into her pants. The fluffy cat’s eyes narrowing with a purred moan as she rubbed herself. She smiled and offered her damp fingers to him.

That devious little cuck, Robert chuffed to himself as he sniffed, then licked the offered fingers. “I should think about charging a stud fee.” He cracked a smile and licked the fingers slowly, “I’ll need a few minutes to recharge, but I can get you purring before then.”

“Good,” Liv started to strip her clothing off. Her fur only expanding more once freed of her clothes. “If you want to talk stud charges, might want to bring up to Yuki.”

Robert stood and helped her undress. A smile crawling over the tiger’s muzzle. Oh boy, just what fun was this job going to get him into? And all of it happening so far away from home that there was no way Jennifer would ever find out. “So,” he chuffed, leaning in to bite at Liv’s neck, “do you like it rough too?”

She made her Viking ancestors proud, shoving the larger tiger back into the bed. “Do you?” came the challenge.