Tales From Beast City: Tiger x Cheetah

>The place is set in tropical area, a populous city with a lazy river flowing by its side, sweltering in the midday heat
jungle and malaria lurk at its edges. The docks being its lifeblood. Everyone's sweaty. Big cats lazing, following the hustle and bustle of commoners with half-closed eyes.

>everyone's sweaty. Naked and sweating in the tropical heat.

>I think accidental erections happen every here and there, a whiff of a scent, a lovely sight passing by, you know how it goes.

>The higher born watch these displays of raw uncouth animality with disdain. Sometimes during a break or at the end of the workday, these animals are even seen slipping into a corner and rutting each other shamelessly to relieve the fatigue and accumulated tension.

>absolutely shameful, those lower classes!
the young cheetah slipping out of his clothes and mingling with them would be a scandal if he got caught
especially if it was revealed that he was looking for a dock worker to rut him

>The scent of horse sweat and dung is nauseating. Not to mention those feline and canine sheaths and scrotums hanging low in the heat.
But one of these ruffians has caught his eye
A large tiger from the inner jungle
With a magnificent , short coat
Creamy white on his belly and inner thighs
And a pattern of deep black stripes on golden orange on his back
Who needs silk robes with a coat like this?

>luxurious!
he's masculine and other dock workers respect him, soon made their foreman after his arrival
his eye caught the sight of a lean young man lounging at the docks, leaning against a warehouse lounge wall with a hungry look in his eyes

>What is this cheetah doing here? Graceful and delicate cats are not cut for this type of work
No matter. Now that he's here he needs to pull his weight like the others. There are several rice sacks that need to be moved inside the warehouse.
He'll supervise him closely to make sure he doesn't shirk from his duty

>or maybe the young cheetah only appears during breaks?
enticing, flirtatious
quick to touch the foreman's thigh and pull up close to him
purring against his shoulder

>Ohh
At first the tiger is irritated with that pesky cheetah
He's distracting him from his work

>the tiger can tell that he's not a prostitute, he's familiar with that type of course
so it must be an adventurous love-seeker
not an unheard thing around here

>A young rich dandy who wants the thrill of mixing with the rabble

>but, he can't even begin to guess from how high ranking family this particular one is....
normally the tiger would turn down such amorous gestures since he resents being used as a fling, amusement for some bored noble
but he hasn't had any in a while

>And that soft paw with manicured claws is now rubbing his inner thighs and getting close to his groin

>and he snuggles his head against his chest

>Causing his sheath to swell until a pink tip protrudes from the top
It annoys him since he has a quota to fill, but maybe he'll be more productive after a break?

>so he grabs the young guy by his shoulder and walks him towards a back alley
might be a good thing to teach him a lesson at the same time

>the alley is just a narrow strip of land separating two warehouses from each other, their large forms looming overhead and casting shade over the two
as soon as they turn the corner the tiger slams the cheetah against the wall, his paw pressing against his chest
he gets up close enough for their noses to almost touch, snarling
the surprised cheetah blinks, and gulps, frozen by his ferocity

>They are so close that the tiger can almost feel the cheetah's heart pounding in his chest.
The smaller cat clearly wondering if he hasn't made the stupidest mistake of his life by letting his lust for these muscular, unwashed bodies overwhelm his common sense.
The heavier predator grins, baring his mighty fangs, and grasps the cheetah's lower jaw with his paw.

>He pulls the cheetah's head upwards, baring his throat and draws nearer without saying a word, his fangs close enough to bite into his jugular...
...and then he kisses him on the cheek, a coy little peck
the cheetah's button of a nose tip gets his attention next, the bigger predator licking it like candy
it makes the cheetah sneeze, and the tiger chuckles
his erection, however, is already fully out of his sheath
he is well hung for a cat, the pink barbed member about the size of his forefinger

>After one last little smack on the lips, the tiger rubs his nose against the cheetah's and looks him deeply in his golden eyes
"This is your last chance to walk away" he tells him silently
The cheetah returns his gaze, awed by the predator in front of him but now unafraid
Satisfied, the tiger caresses the top of the cheetah's head before guiding him firmly but gently towards his virile member.
Now on his knees, the lithe cat takes a moment to contemplate the pink erection, the retracted sheath and soft white furred balls before his eyes
His blood beating at his temples. He is about to commit himself with a ruffian, an uncouth dock worker

>the scent of the tiger's heavy musk allures the youth, and as if in a dream he reaches out a nervous hand and touches the base of the tiger's member where his white sheath has bundled up into a soft ring
he tugs at the loose skin cautiously, the tiny hairs on it feeling silky smooth under his fingers
the tiger smells, clearly not having much time for personal hygiene, but to the cheetah it feels like an exotic spice, rich and heady and heating him up from the inside
the tiger grasps cheetah's ear sternly, and pulls up his head to his crotch
"go on, I don't have the entire day" he grunts

>Drawing a deep breath, the cheetah opens his jaws and delicately engulfs the entire member, his nose almost rubbing against the tiger's soft belly
The taste hits him immediately. Very strong and masculine on his tongue, much unlike the perfumed and meticulously clean panther prostitute he experimented with several weeks ago.
His sensitive palate detects a hint of a salty taste. He shudders. Cats, even poor ones, are rigorously clean but this one may not have had the time to completely wash or lick himself clean after answering nature's call
No matter, the suspicious taste is soon drowned in his mouth by the flavour of the precum that now oozes steadily from the tip.
The big cat above him groans and involuntarily unsheathes his claws, slightly prickling the head of the cheetah below him

>The cheetah does not pay it attention but keeps licking his member, bobbing slowly up and down as he works the shaft. He kneads his head against the tiger's belly, his hair feeling soft like a luxurious carpet against his brow, yet he can feel the steely muscles buried underneath that deceptively fluffy surface.
The big cat makes thrusting motion with his hips almost toppling over the smaller man. The tip of his penis hits the roof of cheetah's mouth making him gag, his delicate body ill suited for the roughness of his partner.
The tiger grabs him by the neck ruff and pulls him on his feet again, aroused and smelling of mating lust.
He starts planting passionate licks and kisses on the cheetah's neck and shoulders, his bites making the younger man flinch. His hard member presses against the cheetah's belly as he grinds against him, the weight of that large feline squeezing him back against the warehouse wall. He can feel wetness starting to seep into his belly fur.

>With a purr that belies his strength, the tiger gets hold of the younger cat's thighs and effortlessly hoists him in the air before pinning him against the rough wall.
Without stopping his passionate licks, he lifts him to the level of his underbelly and presses his hungry body against his.

>"W-wait!" the cheetah protests, but in vain

>Almost paralysed with excitment, the cheetah feels the muscular mass of his lover rubbing against his delicate frame. Soon, the tiger spread his legs and presses his groin against him.
And before long the cheetah feels a hot, erect and now slick member pressing against his tight tailhole.

>This was completely different as the time he had played with the subservient panther. That time the bigger guy had deferred to him and obeyed his wishes.
Even when he had been penetrated by the panther it had been him in full control of the situation, the large predator obligating his pleasure alone.
But now the tiger's libido ran supreme, the beastly creature driven by his need to rut manhandling him like a rag doll.
The feel of being taken roughly thrilled the young cheetah, the danger and animal lust exciting more than the practiced touch of the prostitute ever could have.
The tiger entered him.
His taut erection slid in without resistance, with the terrible inevitability of fate itself.
He felt hard, and hot, the rough member and uncomfortable intruder against his tender insides.
"Take it slower!" he said, but it made as much difference as trying to talk down an avalanche.

>His commands, usually instantly obeyed by his servants, were this time met by an animal grunt and renewed thrusts
The barely lubricated, barbed member caused him an initial instant of pain, but this was quickly washed away by growing waves of pleasure.
The roars of the apex predator were soon answered by higher pitched cries and mewlings of excitement from his prey.
After barely a minute of rough back and forth, the tiger groaned deeply, digging the claws of his toes into the dirt of the ground and the sharp nails of his hands into the soft skin of his companion's thighs.
Gasping, the cheetah felt the member inside him twitch and spray hot seed deep inside his guts.
The sensation was enough to take him over the edge and with a strangled cry he coated the soft fur of his lover's belly with his own sticky fluids

>Sated, the tiger let him drop on the ground. He landed on his ass, the cum leaking out of him mingling with the sand and staining his backside. Angered, the cheetah propped himself to a sitting position, but was stopped by the tiger planting his foot on his shoulder and pushing him down on his back.
The large feline brushed seed off his hair gruffily and paying little attention to the cheetah he had bullied.
"You don't get to cum before I say so, get it?"
The cheetah was about to answer when the tiger stepped on his chest, and leaned on his knee. "Get. It?"

>His aristocratic pride prickled, the cheetah was about to threaten the ruffian to have him whipped when he met the tiger's burning gaze
The top predator was sure of his strength, and his money and family would be of no use here
Humbled, the cheetah meekly acquiesced. "Y-yes sir, this will not happen again".
"Good, do not forget, next time"
The tiger grinned savagely, letting him go but kicking a cloud of dust and sand in his pretty face for good measure.

>"...N-next time?"

>"Yes", he chuckled, "a good fuck is just what I need between two cargoes. You will be back tomorrow."
"Maybe I'll even introduce you to the rest of the work gang"
"These poor guys work all day and deserve a little treat from time to time".

>The cheetah gulped, then lowered his head. "Y-yes sir..."

>"Good, now pack up your pretty clothes and get out of here, your highness"

>Startled, the cheetah turned and ran without even trying to feign his position. Behind him he could hear the tiger's laughter at his butt marked by the predator's scent.