Gideon Versus Tigers - 1.1 of Ch.3 - By PsuedoFox

(Note that this is a continuation of: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7215373 )

<strong>[Chapter Three]</strong>

"Hang on," Scooter remarked, pulling the door open a tad more. It lead into a storage room that lay right next to the cooking room in which the blissfully ignorant fox slept. Scooter made himself try to keep it together by looking around even more, wondering if he'd spot some kind of suspicious materials like his last Tiger-Corp outing, yet he saw nothing out of the ordinary compared to any other top-line baking complex in any other city. The tiger couldn't help but let himself take in the sight of Gideon shifting on the table a tiny bit, the fox's supple rear wiggling every so slightly in the air. Scooter's mind visualized leaping through the opening into the cooking room and just seize the curvy fox like his own individual property.

"You always had a thing for guys with a feminine streak, didn't you?" Fang muttered. Scooter twisted his body around, his mouth open for a snappy comeback, yet he froze halfway-- realizing that the other two tigers had bunched up right on his back, also looking through the gap in the door. The three of them seemed to shift even closer as several awkward seconds of silence went through between them.

"Hey," Ronald finally said, the tigers gently taking steps in opposite directions, "well, for the target's part, he's got a legitimately great butt <em>and</em> is lined up just so well." Ronald put on a smirk that appeared halfway between silly and serious. Fang carefully opened up the bakery door, saying nothing but reflexively making a subtle nod. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a sudden bulge at work-- call it an occupational hazard." Ronald tapped his own paws against the wall and looked up at the trees above them as Fang went inside.

"Just wait a damn minute," Scooter interjected, putting a paw on Fang's back, "seriously, we need a better plan."

"We have <em>plans</em>, now?" Fang asked, stepping into the bakery all the same yet turning to face his colleagues. The other two tigers went inside as well, brushing themselves off to get rid of little bits of rainwater stuck to their fur. Gideon, for his part, remained well asleep in the just ajacent room. "When did that start?"

"Don't be cute," Scooter remarked, letting out another small sigh.

"Alright, we'll leave that to the fox," said Ronald.

Scooter mimed punching Ronald in the shoulder. He glanced over at Fang, the other tiger waiting in place for instructions despite his previous attitude, and he went on, "so, we know damn well that this guy is selling legit merchandise. It's pretty clear that he got it from the predators upstairs, he got some kind of 'okay', and it looks like business has been fine for him. The <em>fair</em> thing to do--" He scratched his neckline for a moment, eyes wandering around the room. "Is to just ask for whatever's left back, pack it up, and drive off letting bygones be bygones."

"Then what's the <em>fun</em> thing to do?" Fang asked, making a tooth-heavy grin.

"Can I interrupt to say that the black eye treatment, medium style," Ronald remarked, leaning up against the counter behind him, "is pretty much, as far as I can tell, just... not up to our standards. Yes, even <em>our</em> standards. He's a cream puff, for crying out loud." He pointed off at the oblivious fox in the other room. "Whatever rabbits that called in about a big bunny-beating bully are probably either nasty little morons afraid of their own shadows, snarky losers trying to settle stupid childhood scores, or whatever the hell else. I'd rather we just scream at him, make a scene as we take our stuff back, maybe break a blender or to hammer it home even more, and get on with our lives after sending the message."

"It's not like we have any obligation to be nice, though," Fang said, "what if, well, lets just say I'm not in the mood for nice?"

"I promise I'll keep the hat with the horns and the glowing LED lights in the back of the SUV when doing my share of the yelling," Ronald said, "I just... 'being nice' isn't the right way to put it. Call it 'being reasonable', yeah? Everything is Tiger-Corp's fault. Yeah, our Tiger-Corp, but it's still their screw-up."

"Hey, a job's a job," Fang replied, shrugging his shoulders while holding on to his big grin, "and if the higher ups just pointed at random to some old weasel on the street going 'maul him', then I'd maul the hell out of him. That's life." He locked eyes with Scooter. "All the better as a way to blow off some steam after being all cooped up in that damn SUV for hours on end, right?"

Scooter had a bunch of different thoughts in flux all through his head. The other tigers paused, both of them taking spots leaning up on the counter right next to each other, and they watched as Scooter posed like a statue just staring right through the open entrance at the fox's rear. Gideon dreamed something that caused his ears to twitch, a soft noise coming out of his body. That all just made the tiger's forehead drip little bits of sweat.

"You've got every intention of blowing off some steam with this guy, don't you?" Fang asked, his grin growing immense while he popped himself away from the counter. "Just in an <em>even more fun</em> way, I'm sure?"

While Scooter flipped around to let out some retort, his mouth just hung silently open as his eyes happened to trail at Fang's clothes. While stepping forward, the hard bulge in Fang's own crotch became completely obvious. Scooter shut his mouth, holding one up one paw in the air while rubbing another on his face. His pained facial expression made it clear that he felt like deciding to do something very wrong yet very satisfying.

"Just-- please-- just follow my lead," Scooter said, and he stood up straight as he stepped out into the cooking room. The two tigers followed right behind him, immediately putting on the devious, smug faces that they always had when confronting their targets. Scooter leaned over and thrust his paw along an array of little jars up on a shelf, knocking them all down right onto the floor. Ronald grabbed a nearby pecan pie and shoved his paws in, sloppily eating a huge chunk of it. Fang picked up a set of ladels and banged them against a bunch of pots and pants like an impromptu drum set.

"What... the..." Gideon murmured, the tired fox flopping off of the table and trying to stand up. The tigers all towered over him.

"Wakey-wakey, foxy-foxy!" Scooter called out, grabbing Gideon's shoulders and shoving the fox against the sink counter. Fang gripped a bag of sugar above the fox and then tossed it into the air before whacking it with a rolling pin, shooting huge clumps of white powder all over the nearby window. "Bakey-bakey?" Scooter rubbed a paw around the top of Gideon's head before pushing the fox flat down on the floor. "No, it's time to think-y-think-y."

"Please!" Gideon exclaimed, shivering in fear along the floor before grabbing the edge of a dishwasher to try and pull himself up, "take all of the money you want!" Crashing and breaking noises sounded off as Fang and Ronald continued playing around in the kitchen. "I won't say a word! Take all of it!"

"Oh, you cute little thing," Scooter remarked, his voice conveying a peculiar mix of mockery and genuine attraction as he held his paws against his side, "we don't want <em>money</em>." He reached down, the fox flinching, and pinched Gideon's cheek. "We want <em>you</em>."

"M-me? W-what?" Gideon tried and failed to stand up, falling away from the dishwasher before backing himself into a corner on the floor. Terror almost dripped off of his face as the tigers surrounded him, their smiles showing more teeth then he knew a mammal ever could. Fang suddenly thrust his paws down and clutched the baker by the chest, the other two tigers grabbing Gideon's sides, and they flopped him upwards before shoving him back down, hurling him like a sack of oranges, onto the top of the sink.

"That's right, <em>you</em>," Fang declared as he pointed right at Gideon's neck, the fox's body awkwardly trapped with his rear slipping into the sink. Gideon began to pant as Scooter slipped past Fang and leaned down face to face to him, the tiger less than two inches away.

"Looks like somebody's been selling Tiger-Corp's things without the permission," said Scooter, "oh, sure, I'll bet you thought that mixed-up shipments of this or that with tons missing meant a quick money-making opportunity? You never got the right paperwork or anything, even, and never got logged into our network or anything else, but you didn't care?" The tiger let out an intimidating growl. "You think you could go off half-cocked and ask for forgiveness rather than permission?"

"Dumb fox," Ronald sneered, tossing some more utensils off of the wall and onto the floor.

"You're dealing with <em>'apex predators'</em> now, you little moron," Fang added, leaning up his body below Scooter's right side, "you think you're the slightest bit above prey, hmm? Think you're anything above a teensy, squeaking mouse to us?" He squeezed a paw hard against one of Gideon's arms.

"I'm sorry! I'm really, <em>really</em> sorry!" Gideon shrieked. Shivering uncontrollably as the Tigers all watched with delight, he slowly rose his paws above his head and sucked in a deep breath. "Take everything back! Every t-shirt, every hat, every mug, every last pie, every scone, and everything down to the last donut hole-- I mean it! I won't make anything related to you guys ever again-- just, please, don't hurt me!"

"Well, now," Scooter replied, lowering his voice a bit as he moved away from the fox, "whether or not this hurts is up to you. Or, rather, whether or not it's the bad kind of hurt or the good kind of hurt."

"W-what?" Gideon defensively cradled his arms against himself, looking every which way. He still seemed barely able to understand exactly what was happening.

"Believe it or not, fox, but we actually kind of like you," Ronald said, holding a cheese grater up in front of his face and taking through the large hole at its bottom, "and so we're affectionate enough to give you a pretty fair trade."

"Call it 'chew' or 'screw'," Scooter said, opening up his mouth and making a show of licking his teeth. Gideon started blankly, filled from his ears to his paw-tips with absolute fear. "Option one: we leave this place utterly trashed, taking back every last bit of our merchandise, while you're lying in a tearful, bite-covered mess across this counter like a puked-up piece of old bagel. Option two: we leave the rest of this place unscathed, you keeping our merchandise as long as you're vowing to keep it all to yourself without selling one more damn thing, while you're lying in a beaming, kiss-covered mess across this counter like a freshly glazed donut."

"I.. I don't..."

The tiger gripped the sides of the fox's head and forced it forward, Scooter's lips going right over Gideon's lips. Scooter pressed the baker's cheeks as he slipped his tongue into the passionate kiss, moving it along the fox's teeth. The two of them remained in this forced embrace for what seemed like ages before the tiger finally pulled his body back.

The other tigers watched eagerly as a trail of saliva dripped down from Scooter's mouth onto Gideon's cheek. The fox let out a meek noise, barely understanding the waterfall-like surges of emotion going through him, and he closed his eyes as he brushed his paws forward on Scooter's chest. The tiger didn't hesitate before making another kiss along the baker's neckline, using his teeth to tear the shirt a little bit. Fang drank in the sight before making his own kisses along the back of the fox's neck. Ronald pet around Gideon's belly at the same time as he began taking his clothes off.

The extreme contrast proved so much, so fast, that the fox finally gathered together enough strength to wiggle himself a little out of the grip. He shook his head, bracing his paws against his neck. "Please... please... just give me a moment," he murmured. The hesitant expressions on all three of the tigers, the fox being able to assert at least a few seconds of control, was a clear sign to Gideon. He panted out, still trying to get his thoughts straight, before he went on. "Are you really saying that you'll take care of everything with Tiger-Corp... <em>in exchange for sex</em>? What kind of corporate hit-tigers are you?"

"Horny ones?" Ronald smirked as he shrugged.

Scooter brushed a paw around the top of Gideon's head, slipping it from side to side to the baker's ears. "Like I said, we're giving you a fair trade."

After kicking his underwear off and leaning his nude body over to run his own paws along Gideon's back, Ronald piped in, "We have to send you message, the higher ups are pretty clear about that, but we're more than willing to vouch for you and bury this. Just do us the favor first."

"I... I..." the fox whispered, his body screaming at him to let the big, handsome tigers continue to grope all around his flesh as much as his mind fought back. His eyes traveled all around their strong, powerful bodies as their clothes seemed to evaporate off moment by moment.

"Come on, 'screw' beats 'chew', no contest," Fang remarked. The three tigers lifted the fox up and sat him down at another section of the counter. Paws kept on stroking, poking, and prodding as Gideon's shirt quickly came off. It took only a matter of seconds to leave him in just his black, feminine-looking briefs, the attention all over his body almost driving him to madness.

"Just! Wait!" Gideon suddenly exclaimed, trying to stand up on the counter but instead hitting his head against a shelf above him. "I just-- okay-- I need to be able to decide."

The comical nature of his question really struck him when Scooter held out his long erection out in the air over Gideon's left thigh. The tiger's expression almost shone out with raw confidence, and Gideon completely knew it. The fox gazed at the thick meat for a while before his eyes slid over at the comparatively tiny bulge in his own black briefs. He pressed his paws against his belly, sighing, and he closed his after seeing Ronald doing the same over his other thigh.

"And 'screw' it is," Gideon said. He rubbed his paws around the tips of their erections, feeling around the barbs that he had heard about felines having. With them being oddly nice, smaller and softer than he would have expected, he got completely into it and slipped his paws all around. As the fox made an effort to cup and massage the tigers' balls, their blissful noises seemed like singing to his ears. Looking down to find Fang seductively kissing and rubbing around his foot-paws, he closed his eyes and let himself relax for a while, loving the sensual rhythm.

A sudden and obnoxious laugh snapped the fox out of it. "Hair-trigger?" Ronald remarked, snorting loudly. Before Gideon could react, he felt sticky drops oozing down his left arm onto his paw. Scooter cried out in pleasure as he held the top of his shaft, his body quivering, and let out the last of his load onto the fox's fur.

"H-hey," Scooter protested, leaning his head and shoulders against a set of cabinets while rubbing his still half-hard erection up Gideon's arm, "I've b-been n-needing it."

Ronald looked ready to laugh yet again before Gideon slyly moved both his paws over the distracted tiger's shaft. When the fox abruptly thrust his face forwards and gave the tip of Ronald's length a sloppy kiss, paws also sipping around so delicately, Ronald couldn't help but erupt in a torrent of noises. Breaking the kiss to give the whole top of Ronald's shaft a good, long lick as those paws slid along the bottom, the tiger had enough. Ronald banged his body against the shelves behind him, making desperate pants, as his stickiness shot out above Gideon's paws.

"Alright," Gideon said, letting himself look and sound incredibly satisfied. He gazed happily at the white trails on both of his arms. "As much as, I'll admit it, I've long wanted to sleep with an apex predator, you guys <em>did</em> scare the hell out of me and mess up the kitchen. Consider this a gentle revenge."

"Well, maybe it's time for <em>me</em> to take control," Fang said, his voice having dropped so low yet conveying so much power. He grabbed the fox by the shoulders and lifted the baker up almost over his head, the other two tigers helping out by clutching Gideon's sides. How quickly they went from looking overwhelmed to having the same eager, devious expression as before caused the fox to take a big gulp.

"Guys," Gideon said as they carried out of the cooking room and over to the opposite side of the bakery complex, "why are we going right by the front counter?"

"That's why," Fang replied, pointing over to the empty metal and canvas swing not far from the cash register.

"Oh... <em>God...</em>"

The next minute or so went by like a whirlwind. The three tigers flipped the fox over into the swing, twisting bits of the metal chains at its end to bind the baker in place. Scooter and Ronald shoved over some desks to stand on before jumping up and chomping their teeth upon the edge of the fox's underwear. Gideon let out such wonderful noises, wiggling against his restraints, as the tigers tugged his briefs completely off and exposed not just his small yet throbbing erection but his snug-looking asshole.

Fang hopped up as well and ran his face along the fox's behind, making wet, sloppy licks in all directions. The fox cried out in total delight before starting to say something, yet Fang immediately slapped down with his paws hard right beside Gideon's tail. He blushed, merely groaning, and stared out as all three tigers stood with their heads directly over his.

"Talking isn't what that mouth is for, not now anyway," Scooter declared, slipping a paw into Gideon's lips. Another attempt to say something brought even stronger slaps against his bare bottom from Fang. The fox felt so much inner conflict, adoring every single moment of being so dominated as much as it seemed so perverted and so wrong. He watched as Scooter and Ronald leaned back, the paw coming out of his mouth though he remained completely quiet, which caused Fang to then leap up and hold some of the swing's chains while gazing down at the fox. After a few glorious moments of anticipation, the tiger suddenly dropped himself down and clamped his teeth on Gideon's body.

"Looks like our baker is going to get really glazed," Ronald muttered over to Scooter, the two of them reaching for their own half-flaccid lengths between their legs.

Bit by bit, the tiger’s teeth sunk into Gideon's shoulder, moving past fur into flesh. As the fox's body pressed back into the swing, the chains rattled even more as the Fang's paws squeezed Gideon's wounded ass. Ronald and Scooter made such devious grins as they rubbed their paws on their growing erections, leaning over the poor fox's head to glare right at him. Fang pushed his teeth down enough to draw a bit of blood, taking in the moment, before he growled, "I will desecrate every last inch of your pathetic body. You don't even deserve to breathe."

Gideon continued to whine. Suddenly, Fang broke the bite and shifted his mouth over Gideon's neckline, clamping his teeth. The submissive fox held tightly in place, he slipped part of his paw into Gideon's tight asshole. The fox squealed in one part pain and two parts pleasure. Relentlessly poking and prodding, Fang savored every last yelp of submission. He licked his paws as he kept on working the fox's entrance. Gideon's whines grew ever louder, and they turned into a sharp cry of surprise as Fang shoved the fox's body over on the swing again. Gideon's teased hole looked perfectly ready for action as it got nudged against the powerful tiger's meat.

Fang didn't hesitate for a second before shoving himself inside. Gideon felt struck as though from the force of a punch. The tiger immediately buried himself inside the fox's flesh completely without mercy. Both of them panted loudly, sweat dripping across both of their faces and merging together. Fang massaged his nose and lips upon Gideon's right cheek, fur pressed so tightly against fur.

After several glorious moments just tied completely together, the tiger suddenly shifted his hard length a few inches back, rocking the swing a little. He buried his face into Gideon's chest fluff, rubbing it from side to side, and made an almost cooing noise. Yet before the fox could react, Fang abruptly clutched his sides and bit down— <em>hard</em>— on Gideon's chest. The tiger rocked the fox back and forth on the swing as he littered the rest of Gideon's poor front body with teeth marks. Time seemed to lose meaning as the tiger's throbbing hard meat pounded into the fox's ever more abused rear.

"Looks like he's gonna bread your pudding," Scooter growled right into Gideon's face, grinning at his own sordid joke. As the other two tigers kept pawing themselves off, Fang felt himself pulsing downstairs as the fox's heat clenched upon his length. Fang ran his paws all over Gideon's sweaty body, the two of them so intertwined, and he sank himself in as deep as he could go. The tiger pressed his lips against Gideon's lips as the hard stud finally erupted. Thick globs of warm love juice painted the insides of the fox's flesh. They both sucked in huge breaths, having their bodies joined so perfectly.

"That's... <em>amazing</em>..." murmured Gideon, his mind swimming in the greatest bliss that he'd have never even though possible before.

"Oh, that's just round one," Scooter interjected, petting two paws over the fox's head, "I hope you're ready for round two and three with us both here, plus likely a bonus forth round when Fang gets back going."

"And... I'm a goner," Gideon whispered to nobody in particular.