Justin and the Tigers


(c) November, 2008, FurryWurry
All rights reserved.

========= Chapter 1 =========

Justin stood naked on top of a hill, a gentle sun shining in his
face. His nudity didn't seem to matter.

At the base of the hill, sunlight glinted off a stream flowing toward the
distant plains.  Behind him were rugged mountains. He didn't have
to turn around to see them, somehow he knew they were there.

Near the stream, maybe half a mile away, he could see someone tied to
a post, crucified.  A pile of something was nearby but he couldn't
make out what it was.

There was no sign of whoever had done it. No crushed plants showed
where they might have come or gone. He couldn't see any paths at
all, but maybe that was because of the distance.  No smoke marred the
horizon in any direction, so maybe nobody was pillaging local towns,
if there were any.  And maybe it was a legal execution.

Did he want to get involved? From what he'd read, it was a horrible,
slow way to die: dehydration followed by suffocation when you couldn't
stand up any more, your chest squeezed by your arms pulling up. The
perpetrators could be hiding behind one of the adjacent hills.

He climbed down the hill and splashed through the stream. It was only
knee deep and not very cold.

The victim wasn't human.

His head was shaped and furred like that of a tiger, though with a
higher forehead.  He had hands and heavily muscled arms, with an
almost human torso. His genitals were feline, though, as was his tail.
As Justin approached, he struggled to stand on his digitigrade legs,
showing hocks instead of heels.  Oversized paws scrabbled desperately at
the lower crossbar. He obviously was very strong, though far from
muscle-bound, and completely exausted.

The short-haired pelt was striped like a tiger's, but its hues looked
like they might have come directly from some child's coloring book.
On a now dingy white background, the stripes shaded from deep red on
his back, through orange and yellow on his sides, to green on his
front, flecked with black and white spots.

"Water," the vari-colored tiger croaked faintly. "Please?"

The pile of stuff was just some broken spears. There was nothing there
to carry water in. He'd have to use his hands.

"I could cut you down first, get you to the stream."

"Water, please." He could barely hear the words.

Justin knelt at the stream and dipped out water with cupped hands.  By
the time he got back to the crucifix, he'd lost most of it.  More
spilled when he tried to stand on the lower crosspiece so he could
reach high enough, leaning against the tiger's hot body.  Fortunately,
the crucifix was vertical, a mistake by whoever had planted it. If it
had been tilted forward, surely the tiger would already have been
dead.  What little was left of the water spilled when he tried to
raise his hands overhead toward the tiger's mouth.

A dry tongue lapped at the remaining drops.  Trying to do it this way
was going to take practice and many trips.

"Are you sure you don't want me to cut you down first?"

The tiger just whispered, "Water."

After a dozen trips, he wasn't losing quite so much, and now the
tiger's tongue was still damp as it licked the water from Justin's
hands.  It was scratchy, like a housecat's. The short, thin pelt was
soft, with pink skin beneath it.

"Is that enough? Shall I cut you down?"

"More, please." The low pitched voice was a little louder now, not
quite so much of a croak.

After another dozen trips, he was only losing about half the water,
but the path he'd started to wear into the flowering groundcover was
rather muddy. Whoever had done the crucifiction must be long
gone. They surely would have objected by now.

The tiger smelled a lot like strawberries. Rank, musky strawberries,
but the odor was unmistakable.

"I'm going to try cutting you down now." The tiger just nodded.

The blades of two of the spears were just stubs. The other blade was
almost complete. Its remaining shaft was just long enough for Justin
to scrape the blade across the leather ties on the back of the upper
crossbar.  Reaching up like that was a strain after lifting the water.

After cutting at it for a few minutes, Justin warned the tiger, "The
left tie's almost cut through. It's snapping!"

The cat's left arm fell down like a piece of limp, dead meat. He
obviously couldn't move it after being tied up so long. He grunted in
pain while his feet scrabbled. He barely managed to keep standing. If
he fell now, he probably wouldn't break his right arm, but something
would get wrenched painfully, despite all the muscles.  When the right
arm came loose, he'd surely fall flat on his face, unable to break his
fall.

"Shit. There's no way I can catch you when the other one comes loose."
The tiger looked really heavy, maybe close to 300 pounds. He'd make
two of Justin. Justin could picture himself getting crushed underneath.

"That's OK. I can probably land on my feet. Just give me some
warning."

"OK. It'll be a couple of minutes."

Finally he was able to announce "I'm on the last strand now. Any
second and it'll.. Now!"

The tiger collapsed, but managed to roll with the fall. He mewed as
one shoulder hit hard, then just lay there face up, eyes closed.

Justin ran to him, then knelt with his own back to the sun, casting a
shadow on the cat's face.

"How much are your hurt? What can I do? Do you want more water? Maybe
massage your arms?  Help you sit up?"

"My arms are numb but I don't think anything broke. Maybe you can help
me up?  If I can get in the water, I can probably drink it on my own."
He opened his eyes. They were a vivid, dark green with round pupils.

The running water would help him get clean, too. Justin had noticed
earlier that he'd fouled himself while on the cross. He hadn't had any
choice, of course.

"Sure, let's try."

Helping the heavy cat to his feet was a struggle, since his arms were
useless. Once he got his feet under him, though, he managed to stagger
to the stream with Justin providing some support.

"Ah, that's good." Sitting in the water, he bent over and lapped it up
rapidly.

Then he started groaning. 

"Maybe you could try massaging my arms now. They really hurt."

He mewed in pain as Justin started rubbing his right arm, but when he
stopped, said "Keep going. Then it won't hurt so long, maybe. Get it over
with."

Justin rubbed down the length of each arm to the tiger's hands, and
then back up, digging his fingers into the slack muscles to help the
blood flow. The tiger had claws instead of nails.  The cat tried to
keep from mewing from the pain, but some squeaks came out.  After a
few repetitions, he managed to flex his hands and then his arms.

"Thanks. I think I can manage it myself now."

"You're quite welcome." Justin was relieved. His own arms were getting
tired from all the unexpected exercise. He moved back up onto the
stream's bank, shivering a little as the water evaporated from his
skin.

Still seated in the water, the tiger studied Justin as he massaged his
arms.  "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Why did you help me?
For all you know I'm a mass murderer or the victim of a vendetta. You
could be getting into a lot of trouble."

"It seemed a horrible way to die. I just couldn't let it happen."
Justin shrugged.  "And I need a guide. I figured if I helped you, you'd
be willing to help me.  I'm completely lost. And there doesn't seem to
be anyone else around.  [i]Are[/i] you a murderer?" As if he'd admit
it if he were.

The tiger grinned. His teeth were formidable.  "Nope, nothing like
that. No vendetta, either. You lucked out. Maybe."

"Then who did it? and why?"

"It's hard to explain." He looked very uncomfortable. "Maybe later?
I'd like to get started home so I can let my mate know I'll be gone
while I guide you.  Where do you need to go?"

But when Justin told him the name of his home town, the tiger didn't
recognize it.

"Sorry, I'm only familiar with my local territory, but maybe I can
find someone in an adjacent territory who can take you further. Excuse
me."  He dug some sand out of the streambed and started rubbing his
rump and legs, getting off the filth that hadn't already washed away,
splashing water over his upper body, too. The white and multicolored
fur almost seemed to glow when it was clean.

The sun had been low to begin with, and now it was almost setting over
the plains.

"I don't suppose you have any food?" the tiger asked. "I haven't eaten
for a while."

"Nope, sorry. You see all I have."

The tiger solemnly inspected him again. Justin started to feel a little
uncomfortable.  Just how hungry was the cat, anyhow? Enough to eat the
person who'd just rescued him?  Then the tiger grinned.

"Too bad. There's not enough meat on your bones to make a decent
meal. Do you know how to tickle fish?  There's a pool upstream
where there are some whoppers just waiting to be caught."

"Nope, sorry," Justin was forced to admit again. "I was raised in the
city. I've heard of people doing it, but never had a chance to learn."

"It takes some practice. I'll do it this time, but you'll have to
learn, I think.  Not everybody's as generous as I am."

He seemed to be supressing a smile as he got up out of the stream and
ran his hands down his body, pressing out the water.  His short fur
would dry quickly, Justin guessed. At least he didn't shake like a
dog. The fading sunlight had only just finished drying Justin off.

"I don't think we've managed to introduce ourselves," the tiger
rumbled as he lead the way upstream. "I'm Geoff. And you don't have to
follow along behind.  It's not as if there are many different ways to
go upstream."

"I'm Justin." He was lagging behind because he was admiring the view,
the muscles rippling under the red-striped fur. He quickened his pace,
though, catching up.

"There's the pond." The tiger pointed with the broken spear he'd
picked up on the way past the now empty crucifix. "I'll get some
fish."

He was as good as his word and soon had four of them flopping on the
bank.  "I'm afraid we'll have to eat them raw. There's here nothing to
burn and I don't have any flint to start a fire anyhow. Don't make
such a face, city boy.  Fresh fish taste fine."

They did, too. The small one that filled Justin was surprisingly sweet.
He'd never had sashimi. The bones were tiny and crumbled as he
chewed. The tiger consumed the three larger ones. He'd been fasting
for several days. They buried the offal some distance from the stream.

The fish were cold, though, and the sun was down by the time they
finished.  The clear sky soon was brilliant with unfamiliar stars but
they and a nearly-full moon peeking up over the mountains didn't
provide any warmth.  Justin shivered.

Geoff noticed it immediately.

"Come here, Justin. It's going to get rather cool tonight, and I don't
think you're going to like it without any fur. Two people can keep one
another warm enough, though, I think."

Justin welcomed the warm arms around him. He'd noticed how hot Geoff
had been when he'd been carrying water but thought then that the heat
was the result of him baking under the sun.  Evidently his natural
body temperature was quite a bit higher than Justin's.

They curled together in a small hollow, out of the wind.  It was up a
hillside, but not far from the stream.

"What about keeping watch? Are there any dangerous animals around?"

"None that'll bother us. They know better." Justin saw Geoff's teeth
glint in the moonlight.

"That's a relief. Uh, I've gotta take a piss, though."

"Oh, OK. Don't go too far. It's easy to get lost in the dark."

It was easy for Justin to find his way back, too. Between his stripes,
the tiger's white fur seemed to glow in the dark. It was probably just
the bright moonlight.

He snuggled down next to his new-found friend, his head on one thick
arm, breathing the scent of warm strawberries.  This adventure was
starting out all right, he thought, as he drifted off.

========= Chapter 2 =========

The sun was still hidden by the mountains when Justin was awakened
under a bright, blue sky. At first he thought he was still dreaming.
Something had been licking him. No, somebody was still licking
him. Geoff.  The tiger. Crouching over him. Tasting his chest?

"What are you [i]doing[/i]?" Justin stared up at the tiger, wide-eyed.
His morning erection was deflating quickly.

"Uh, sorry," the feline apologized, somewhat shamefacedly. "It's just
that you smelled so good. Not like food," he added hurridly.
"Different. But good.  I just had to find out if you tasted like it,
too. You do," he ended in a mumble.  "Sorry." He started wiping the
drool off Justin's chest with a warm, soft hand.

"I'm glad you like it, uh, me, uh, I guess. You don't think I'm
edible, though, do you?"  Justin was still just a little worried,
although that hand felt really good.

"Um, well, I'm not so sure about [i]that[/i]," the tiger admitted with
a twinkle in his eye. But he picked Justin up and put him on his
feet. "I bet you've gotta take a whizz, too. You go over that way,
I'll go the other. Let's meet down by the stream. I'll tickle up some
breakfast and we'll get on our way."

Justin reluctantly headed in the direction Geoff had indicated. He
would have enjoyed some tickling himself. And was curious about how
Geoff would look while eliminating his accumulated waste water.

                             * * *

By noon they'd gained some altitude and the tiny, ever-present flowers
were giving way to clumps of trees. They'd crossed over a couple of
tiny streams and the one they'd been following was a little
smaller. Justin was getting tired.  He wasn't used to walking uphill
for so long. They'd taken some breaks, but that just wasn't enough. He
was getting hungry, too.

"Geoff, can we take a break, please? My legs are hurting again." He
didn't mind admitting it. The tiger seemed quite non-judgmental.

"OK. Do you want something to eat? I think there should be some fruit
in that copse over there. They look like apple trees to me. They smell
like them, too."  He grinned. "I bet some squirrels have beaten us to
them.  Do you want some meat? It'll have to be raw, of course."

"No, thank you. Apples will be just fine."

"OK, so long as you don't mind me reducing the local population of
rodents while you make do with the fruit. Can you get them down
yourself, or do you want some help?"

The apple trees looked sturdy enough, but it was an offer Justin was
willing to take advantage of. "Those tree limbs do look a little
thin. Do you think you could hold me up so I can reach them?"

"Sure. Here you go." Geoff lifted him up on his shoulders and Justin
picked a dozen apples and handed them down. "That's probably enough
for now. Maybe we can carry a few with us when we leave. Down you
come! I'll go chase down some protein for myself. Save a few apples
for me, though. I'll want something to clean out my mouth after the
rodents." He let Justin slide down his warm, furry side and then took
off into the undergrowth.

The apples were large and sweet, not sour as he'd expected.  He was
full after eating only four. Geoff still hadn't returned, though, so
Justin leaned back against the tree and dozed off, listening to the
twitters of unseen birds.

                             * * *

He awakened to someone stroking his hair. He was seated in that
someone's lap, leaning against a warm, solid chest, hearing a slowly
thumping heart. Geoff's other warm hand was gently holding one of
Justin's thighs, keeping him secure.

"'Snot fair," Justin mumbled, half asleep, into the smell of
strawberries. "I wanna pet you, too."

"You do?" Geoff responded, sounding surprised. "I wouldn't mind. Go
ahead."

Justin's free hand slowly reached up to Geoff's chest and smoothed its
short fur. His other arm was trapped between them. His palm crossed
over a nipple, bending its nubbin just a little.  He reached a little
further and stroked over the muscular shoulder and down the arm's
triceps, then back up again, ruffling the soft hairs. When his hand
got as far up as Geoff's neck, the tiger bent his head over, catching
the hand between it and his shoulder. Justin could feel him purring.

"Hey," Justin said quietly. "I can't pet you if you hold my hand like
that."

"Hmm. How about you turn and face me. Then you can use both hands."
Geoff's strong hands caught Justin under his arms and turned him so he
was seated on the tiger's crossed lower legs, with his own legs on
either side of the tiger's torso. The breeze felt cool on the arm that
had been trapped warmly against Geoff. There was cool air between them
now, too, so Luke could admire the cat's chest and belly -- the strong
pectorals and bright green frontal stripes, rigid abdominal muscles,
pink nipples, and a belly button almost hidden behind white fur.

Geoff moved his hands down, claws tickling Justin slightly, until he
held him just above his hips, giving both of Justin's arms plenty of
freedom.

Justin reached up with both hands now, and buried his fingers in the
ruff around Geoff's face, scratching him under the ears.  The tiger's
eyes closed to slits and his purr got louder.

Then he slowly pulled his hands out of the ruff and ran them down the
fronts of both of the cat's biceps. Leaning forward, he squezed his
arms under the cat's, reaching around while the side of his face
pressed against the firm chest again. He stroked down the sides of the
back, knuckles bumping against the tree trunk, palms feeling the heat
and soft fur.

Geoff's arms lifted, making it easier, then hugged Justin against
him. His nose came down, snuffling against the back of Justin's
neck. His rumbling purr against Justin's chest made him feel like he
was quivering all the way down to his toes. The cat tightened his
crossed legs under Justin, providing more support under his thighs,
his hocks under Justin's rump.  Justin's entire front was against the
cat now, including his hard erection against the tiger's firm belly.

One of the tiger's warm hands started stroking Justin's back just as
Justin was stroking his.  With his longer arms, though, he had an
advantage. One hand slid down to Justin's rump, stroking the crack,
then one strong finger pressed rythmically against his anus. There was
no penetration, just firm, comforting pressure.

Justin couldn't help himself. He started rubbing his erection
rythmically against Geoff's stomach. Warm, soft fur tickled sensitive
surfaces and triggered an immediate reaction. He groaned as ecstacy
swept through him and hot fluid spurted between their stomachs.
Justin went limp.

"Oh, wow." Then reaction set in. "Oh, jeeze. I'm sorry. I've made a
mess."

"Not to worry," Geoff rumbled quietly. "I've got just the thing to
take care of it."

Nuzzling Justin so he leaned back, the tiger's arms provided support
while his long tongue wiped across Justin's stomach, tickling his
belly button, cleaning up the pale fluid sticking there. Then,
briefly, much too briefly so far as Justin was concerned, he sucked
the now-soft member into his mouth, cleaning fluid from it,
too. Licking one hand repeatedly, supporting Justin with just the
other, he used that dampness to clean his own stomach. Soon it was
smooth, dry, and white, looking as if nothing had happened.

Geoff picked Justin up and stood him on somewhat wobbly legs.  He must
enjoy doing that, Justin thought. He could have managed to get up on
his own. Slowly.

"Are you ready to go, now? It's still a couple of days before we'll
reach my place.  I'd like to get a move on."

Justin staggered after the cat. The flexing muscles and waving tail
weren't quite as stimulating as they had been before, but he was sure
that'd change.

========= Chapter 3 =========

Just before dark it started raining lightly, but they found shelter
under another stand of trees.  Many of its trees carried a different
type of fruit: ripe pears and raw fish tasted fine together. Replete,
exausted from the long walk, they fell asleep, curled together for
warmth and companionship.

                             * * *

The next morning, when he woke to an intimate caress, Justin wasn't
quite so surprised.  It was different, though. Instead of a tongue
caressing his upper body, something warm, slippery and snug had
enveloped his morning erection. A thick arm was still under his head
and Geoff was warm against his side, but the tiger's free hand was
occupied.

Justin's breath stuttered. Geoff reacted immediately, concerned.

"I'm not hurting you, am I? Does this feel OK?"

"Oh, yeah. Better than OK." How could it be so slick? The heat he
understood.  He couldn't help groaning quietly with pleasure, bucking
up against the moving fist. Strong, furred fingers squezed slightly
and relaxed at just the right intervals. Soon he was panting faster,
his body jerking quickly, the rhythm urgent. Then release, spurts
covering his stomach and chest. Simultaneously, Geoff's fist made a
last few, very quick strokes, fingers tight around the glans.

"Ahhh!"

Not quite painful, he'd never felt anything quite so pleasurable.
Yesterday's lunchtime event paled in comparison.

Smiling across at him, Geoff licked his fingers slowly, erotically.
That's what the lubricant must have been: thickened saliva.  Geoff
lowered his head to Justin's front, cleaning him slowly and gently.
The rough tongue didn't quite feel soft, but it scratched only a
little, erotic in its own way.

Withdrawing his pillowing arm, the tiger murmered warmly against
Justin's ear, "Relax, I'll get some fruit for breakfast. Then we have
to be going."

========= Chapter 4 =========

The stream they'd been following faded away to nothing as they crossed
others which fed into it. In the distance, though, Justin could hear
the sound of a waterfall. Geoff lead the way toward it.

It was almost noon and Justin had recovered enough to be able to
appreciate the sway of the tiger's back and tail. He had the
impression that the muscles were more defined than they had been. Was
the cat losing weight?  Maybe not getting enough protein? They'd had
plenty of water and fruit during the morning, but fish had been
lacking.

Geoff sped up, then started trotting. The waterfall was loud ahead,
hidden behind a line of trees and shrubs.

"Come on, Justin, hurry up, you'll like this!" he called back over his
shoulder, then disappeared through the greenery.

When he came out through the brush and around the shoulder of a cliff,
the scene was breathtaking. A narrow waterfall fell hundreds of feet,
plunging with a roar and flying mist into a deep pool.

All that falling water caused another reaction, too. He quickly
retreated behind the trees to relieve the pressure previously
unnoticed. Taking a long leak felt really good.

"Justin! Where are you?" he heard the tiger roar, barely audible over
all the noise.

"I'm coming," he shouted back, but he doubted Geoff could hear him. He
wasn't that loud.

When he came out again, he saw the tiger paddling around out in the
pool.  "Come on in! The water's fine!" he barely heard.

It certainly was.  The water in the swirling pool was warm and
relaxing, loosening tired muscles.  Apparently there was a really hot
thermal spring feeding it under the waterfall.  He didn't even bother
swimming out into it. Lounging on subsurface rocks near the overgrown
bank was just fine with him.

A wet striped head suddenly appeared nearby. A cold wet fish came
flying through the air.

"Hungry?"

He glared back. He was getting sick of raw fish, even with fruit.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll try to find some nuts in a little while."
He thought he'd seen some walnut trees on the way in through the
shrubbery.  But he wasn't all that hungry just yet. The water was just
too soothing.  He stretched out and relaxed, his head and shoulders
against the sloping embankment.

                             * * *

This adventure was getting to be just too good. He was getting
spoiled.  Again he was awakened by intimate caresses, this time by two
large hands, each gently squeezing a buttock beneath the water,
lifting his groin above the water. His legs were draped over cool, wet
shoulders.

Warm breath blew around his rapidly stiffening penis, then warmer lips
surrounded it with moist pressure. Then came gentle flicks of a
scratchy tongue against its sensitie end.

"Aaagh! Don't do that! No, I didn't mean it, do it again! Shit!"

He couldn't help the exclamations. That felt so good! Then he felt the
tongue's slippery underside slide over the recently excited
surface. Oh, wow. Then riges, warm but hard, rubbed agains the tender
glans -- that must be the roof of the tiger's mouth. But analysis was
forgotten as the feelings flooded in. The tiger pulled his head back
and then pressed forward again while his hands squeezed the globes of
Justin's rump. He might as well have been an orange, squashed between
those strong grips. Fluids spurted much too soon and the tiger
swollowed them down.

In a few minutes, he'd recovered enough to ask something that was
starting to bother him.

"Geoff, you've been giving me lots of pleasure. What about you? I
really want you to feel the kinds of things you've been doing for
me. I haven't even seen you jerk off. Do you do that while I'm
sleeping?" He said it loudly, so he could be heard over the roar of
falling water.  Maybe the tiger masturbated while he watched Justin
sleeping.  That idea was almost a turn-on by itself.

"It'll wait," the cat said. "Don't worry, it'll be taken care of soon
enough, you'll see. Now, though, let's get out of this water. We've
still got a ways to go today and you haven't even had lunch."


========= Chapter 5 =========

As their altitude increased, the nights were getting colder. The clump
of trees they took refuge in that evening had already dropped many of
its leaves.  Maybe the winter season was starting to approach,
experienced sooner up here? Justin was getting a little worried. The
daylight hours were still quite warm, but if they turned cold, he'd
have a real problem.

"Geoff, just how much longer will we be climbing? If it gets really
cold, I'm going to be needing some clothes. I don't have fur to keep
me warm like you do."

"Don't worry. We'll be there tomorrow afternoon. We have some clothes
that should fit you I think. Nice, fur lined ones, too! I'm sure
they'll be warm enough."

Fur lined. Constant tiny pressures against bare skin. That sounded
very sensual.  But he'd rather hug a warm, firm, fur-covered body. One
that knew what he liked but also would respond to his own attempts to
give pleasure. He was still disappointed in that.

"Maybe we should sleep under a tree tonight," Geoff suggested. "It'll
help keep heat in and cold drafts won't be a bother for you. That one
up there, for example."  It was a type Justin hadn't seen before. It
had large overlapping leaves, as if designed to keep warmth in and
cold rain out. Its lower limbs sagged almost down to the ground, and
there were lots of soft fallen leaves beneath it.

"OK. That looks good to me, too."

The downed leaves made a good bed. Both tired travellers fell asleep
almost immediately.  The extra retained warmth didn't keep them from
curling up closely together, though.

                             * * *

The morning didn't start quite as Justin had expected. He was awakened
by a warm hand stroking his chest and belly rather than his genitals.
It gently grasped his flesh and squeezed just a little. That did feel
good.

It was wonderful to cuddle with someone you liked and trusted. Maybe
he was starting to feel something more serious about the colorful cat,
too.  He didn't want this adventure to end so soon, but they'd be
there this afternoon, Geoff had said.

He reached up and scratched the tiger behind one ear. His reward was a
loud purr.

"Let me up, Geoff. I want to give you a good scratching."

"OK. My back could use some, I think." The tiger smiled, turned away
and sat.  His tail curled around him, out of the way of someone's
knees.

Justin got up and knelt behind the feline. He reached up, starting
behind the ears, fingers digging in firmly but gently. He could feel
the rumbling. Then he worked his way down the sides of the strong
neck, finally reaching the broad shoulders striped with red.

There he changed technique a little, still working fingertips into the
fine, short fur, but also sliding the skin back and forth against the
underlying muscles. The cat's skin was a bit loose, not tied down. His
palms almost tingled from the vibrations he could feel.

The strong muscles of the cat's back felt good under his hands. What
were they called?  Trapezius? Lats? Something like that. He kept
squeezing and scratching lower.

The lower back was hard, not covered by a thick layer of softer muscle
like the upper back.  His fingers dug into the area just above the
tail. Geoff grunted.

"Mmm. Yes. Let me get up a bit so you can put some real weight on
that."  The tiger moved and got onto his own knees, but with paws
flat, too.

"If you stand up, and lean into it, that'd be great," he
suggested. His actions reminded Justin of how a housecat would arch
into scratches at the base of the tail. This white, red-sriped tail
straightened up vertically, too, but then curved over to the side, as
if it were too heavy to hold up long. Luke couldn't help noticing the
slight webbing on either side of the tail's base. They joined it to
the skin above Geoff's rounded, human-like buttocks. For some reason,
that webbing was a turnon.

The tiger's anus was exposed, too, a tight pink rosebud. Clean.
Justin wasn't sure he entirely approved of where his thoughts were
leading him.

"Justin," Geoff started, but then paused.

"Oh, sorry, I stopped scratching." He worked his fingers into the fur
at the base of the tiger's tail again. The cat groaned and crouched,
his head down, rear pressing up hard. He had lifted off his knees a
little.

"Uh, maybe that's enough for right now. Come around front, please?"
Geoff asked huskily.

"What is it?"

"Remember when you asked if you could do something for me, like I've
been doing for you?"

Still crouching, Geoff looked up at Justin, a strained expression on
his face.

"This is a hard thing to ask of you, and I'll understand if you say
no. If you don't want to do it, just say so. It's OK."

"Come on, what is it? If you don't tell me, I can't say yes, either."

"Would you, could you..." his voice faded.

"What?" Justin knelt and hugged the tiger around the neck. "Tell
me. I'll do just about anything you want. You've been really good to
me and I want to make you happy, too."

Geoff seemed to gather his courage and then said clearly, "Fuck me."

They both were silent for a minute, then the tiger seemed to think
some clarification was needed.

"Put your penis in my anus. Push it in and out until you
ejaculate. Release your sperm inside me." The clinical description
seemed out of place. Justin hugged him hard.

"No," he said. "I won't do it that way, the way you described it
is just too impersonal, as if I didn't care for you. But I do. A lot. 
And I don't want to hurt you, either."

Geoff had to chuckle at that. "Please? After all, no disrespect meant,
I've shat turds larger than what you've got. It won't hurt me at
all. Quite the contrary. I'll even provide some lubricant.  I
really, really want this. And I think you might enjoy it, too."

Justin smiled. "Well, maybe I would, just a little. OK, then, if
you're sure. I, well, I was sort of thinking about something like that
while I was scratching you. Your butt's so cute."  His penis was
starting to get hard as he thought about it.

"Here." Geoff spat into his hand. "Get that cute little cock of yours
over here so I can get it wet." It was a thick goo, not watery like
Justin had expected. The warm hand stroking made him even harder.

"Give me your hand. Here's some more.  Use a couple of fingers to put
it where the sun don't shine." They both chuckled at the mild crudity.

"Oh, and if I start squirming too much, just grab the skin of my
back. That'll make me stop."  Just like a cat, Justin thought, as he
headed back around. "And one more thing. After you're finished, rub my
anus muscle just a little. That'll tighten it up. I want to keep your
juices inside me."

His penis was almost too stiff to bob up and down, and he stroked
Geoff's side and back with his dry hand as he went.  He was beginning
to think he really did love the guy.  Could that kind of thing 
actually happen in just a few days?

Scratches at the tail base quickly got Geoff in the mood again.  His
back and tail arched.

"Uhhhh."

First an index finger with goo, then the second finger too. Geoff's
anus was relly tight at first, but then he relaxed. Justin's fingers
slid in and out easily while he continued to scratch with the other
hand. As he pulled them out, he noticed that there wasn't the
unpleasant odor he'd exected, just the strong scent of strawberries, a
little musky.

"Are you ready?" He gripped the sides of Geoff's butt and pressed
down.  The positioning was a little awkward, though. Geoff's thighs
were shorter than his own. "Here it comes."

He pressed in gently. There was resistance. The anus had tightened in
anticipation.  "Hey, relax. I can't hurt you, remember?" he joked. He
pressed a little harder and the sphincter muscle relented. It was
still snug, but slippery and hot as his member entered the big tiger.

"Oh, yes." They both said it simultaneously as he sank all the way in.

Justin started slowly, but the feelings were just too intense. He
quickly sped up as the tiger's hot, tight grip excited him. Soon they
were both grunting as his belly slapped against the tiger's rear.

"Uhn. Ugg. Ah."

The cat started squirming as he'd warned. Holding onto his hips wasn't
enough, and it hurt Justin a little as the tiger twisted to one
side. Justin reached up and grabbed a handful of skin on Geoff's
back. He went still.

Justin plunged in faster and faster. Heat. Squeze. Friction. Then it
was just too much.

"Ahhhh!" and he ejaculated strongly, pulsing many times.  It felt as
if he were filling Geoff with his sperm.  He could feel it sliding
around the head of his penis, warm and gooey. Geoff groaned and
shuddered, too. Unnoticed by either, his own pointed penis extended
slightly from its sheath, filling a little with his heated blood.

As he pulled out, his now limp penis shrinking, Justin remembered to
rub Geoff's anus as he'd asked. It tightened around the head of his
member, giving it a last squeeze, then clamped shut.

Like once before, the tiger gently cleaned Justin's penis in his
mouth. Justin was too drained to get even the slightest hardon.

========= Chapter 6 =========

"Abbie, I'm home!" Geoff called out. It was late afternoon.

"Geffie!" came the delighted reply as a white and gold tigress came
running out of the cluster of large trees.  Her body was mostly a
creamy white, with golden stripes. She had head hair, too, a long fall
of darker red-gold. Peaches and cream, Justin thought immediately.

"Who's this? Where'd you meet him?" she asked as she got close.  She
slowed and stopped just before reaching the two males.  If Geoff had
been alone, Justin was sure she'd have lept into his arms.  Justin
certainly couldn't have caught her. She was just about his height but
much more heavily muscled. Like Geoff, she seemed to have sturdier
bones, too.

Still, he would have liked to try. She was extremely attractive, with
muscular curves in all the right places.  Her body fur was much longer
than Geoff's, maybe two inches. The thought of that fluffing against
his skin almost made him shiver.

"This is Justin. He rescued me."

"Rescued? How'd that happen? And what happened to you? You've
changed."  Her eyes widened as she took in the male tiger's physique.

Changed? Justin turned to look at Geoff critically. How had he missed
that? When they'd first met, the cat's muscles had looked smooth,
slightly blurred into one another because of subcutaneous fat.  Now he
could only be described as ripped. Ridges of muscle could be seen
under the fur. If the fur hadn't disguised them, he was sure each
individual muscle would have been visible.

"That's a long story." He winked at Justin. Justin wasn't quite sure
why he'd done that, though.

"I'm sure you've got lots of stories to tell. Thank you, Justin, for
whatever you did." She offered her hand. He grasped it gently and bent
over, raising it to his lips.

"It was nothing, milady."

She giggled. "You're silly. I like silly."

Then she hugged him. Hugged him! His involuntary physical reaction was
immediate. Her eyes widened again.

"Well, I guess we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"  She
pretended to swipe at the offending part, but grinned.

"Come on in, there's a stew in the fireplace. I'm sure it'll taste good
after all the wild stuff I'm sure you guys've been eating."

It did.

The bath she insisted they take afterward was good, too.  Lots of warm
water and suds carried away the accumulated grime and smells. Justin
hadn't realized how much he'd begun to stink until that odor was
replaced by something fresher, more floral.  He and Geoff enjoyed
splashing and scrubbing one another until Abbie interrupted.

"Kids! It's time for bed. No more playing. Look at the mess you've
made!"  Indeed, water and soapsuds were everywhere in the bathroom,
but easily rinsed down a drain in the floor. They used large fluffy
towels to dry one another. That was fun, too.

Justin was impressed by the tigers' home. It looked like several
large, round trees had grown together and been hollowed out to form
separate rooms. Their amenities were very comfortable. He didn't see
much metal or ceramics, though, almost everything seemed to be
organic: even the floor in the bathroom was made of wood. It shed
water, though, and didn't seem likely to rot.

While Justin was admiring that workmanship, Geoff stepped into the
kitchen with Abbie. He couldn't quite make out what the male said, but
Abbie's reaction was louder.

"Are you sure? That's great!" Then she said something quieter that he
couldn't quite hear. Overhearing what must have been intended to be a
private conversation embarrassed him.

He cleared his throat loudly as he walked into the kitchen.

"Where do you want me to sleep? Do you have some blankets I could use?
I could sleep on the floor in here.  The fireplace is sure to keep it
nice and warm tonight." The fireplace where Abbie cooked was stone, of
course.

The two of them looked at him like he was crazy. Abbie laughed.

"You really are silly, aren't you? You're sleeping with us, of
course."

The bedroom was one of the hollowed out trees. Their bed was the floor
itself, padded and covered with cloth, pillows, and soft furs. It
looked like it could sleep a half dozen adults with room to
spare. Light was provided by glowing spheres. They looked like they
contained luminescent algae or something similar. They were covered to
make it darker.

Justin cuddled between the two giant cats. Just like on their trip, he
used Geoff's warm arm as a pillow. Feeling warm and protected, he fell
asleep quickly.

                             * * *

He woke slowly to dim surroundings. Someone was caressing him, licking
his chest, stroking his belly. A warm leg lay across his own.  It
wasn't Geoff this time, though, it was Abbie.  The scent was
unmistakable. She smelled like peaches.

"Abbie," he murmered, "that feels really good. But are you sure we
should be doing this? What about Geoff?"

"What about Geoff?" A rumbling purr from the darkness across from
Abbie.  The large male crawled a little closer to them. "I don't think
you need me right now. You two are doing just fine on your own."

Oh. Well. In that case.

He reached out to caress one of her breasts, squeezing it gently.

"Hmmm," she purred. "Do that again."

She moved gently against him. Her damp labia rubbed his hip. She
whispered warmly in his ear. "I want you inside me. Please. We've
waited for this so long." We? So long? "Oh, you taste so good." She
crawled onto him a little more, nuzzling under his chin, licking his
neck. She was heavy.  Justin stroked her side as his erection grew
firm under her thigh.

"Are you sure? You don't really know me."

"Now you're being silly again, Silly! Geoff loves you," she murmered
as she stroked his belly again. "I know I'll feel the same when I get
to know you just a little better. Don't you love him?" Was that what
he felt? A strong feeling of affection for the large cat ran through
him.

"Yeah. I guess I do," he admitted.

"Well, then. That's what really matters." She started rubbing herself
against his hip again, purring.

"There's a problem, though," he admitted.

She stopped moving, stopped purring.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not really. It's just that you're so heavy. I'm not used to being
under such a large warm person like you."

"Oh, is that all?" she giggled. He liked her giggle. Her breasts
jiggled against him. "Upsie, daisy!"

The next thing he knew she'd rolled them both over. Now he was on top.
Really on top. His head was between her breasts. He kissed them.  His
knees were between her legs. He inched forward just a little.  His
rigid penis was against her soft labia.

"Oooh. Yes. That feels right, doesn't it?" she purred. She wrapped her
arms around him. The long fur tickled his shoulders.  Then she lifted
her legs and wrapped them around him, too.  Their fur tickled his
lower back. She caressed the back of his head, rubbed her chin on its
top.

He pressed in a little more, but met resistance. Something was
blocking the entrance. He paused. Geoff had called her his mate.
Surely she wasn't still a virgin. Or was she? Was that what she'd
meant when she said they'd waited so long? A ritual deflowering by a
non-feline they both loved?

He'd held still too long. Someone else was getting impatient.  "Ack!"
his outburs was involuntary. He'd been goosed. Firmly.

"Eep!" Abbie squeaked. He was in. Hot, oiled smoothness surrounded
him.

He started to pull back.

"Hey!" Abbie's legs tightened their grip.

"It's coming back in. Don't worry." He smiled against her breasts as
he thrust firmly.

"Oooh. Oh, yes. That's nice," she admitted. "Do it again!"

"Oh, I will. Lots of times." He did. Lots of times.

The heat from her body was making him sweat as he built up the rhythm.
Slow at first, then faster, then slow again. She rubbed her hands
across his shoulders, then licked off the accumulation.

"You really do taste good," she reminded him. "Oooh." That wasn't
because of the taste, he was sure.

His rhythm stuttered. A larg warm hand was caressing his exposed
buttocks, then running down one spread leg.

"Geoff. That's distracting."

"You're distracting," came a chuckle from behind him. "I'm just trying
to help."

"Well, help some other way." He went faster, his lower belly making
slapping sounds against damp fur. She felt so good around him.  Tight
but slippery. Now she was thrusting back, in time with him, whenever
he could keep it constant.  He was starting to feel an orgasm
building.

"OK." A furry face thrust between his thighs from behind.  A large wet
tongue wiped across his scrotum.

"Aaack!" He spasmed. Fluids spurted from inside him. He jerked a few
more times, then collapsed on Abbie. She blinked at him, a little
disapointed as he slid out of her.

"Is that all? Why'd you yell?"

"Ask him. Ask Geoff. He can tell you." He reached up and carressed the
side of her face.

"That's OK," he said. "Don't worry. It gets better. Next time. Sorry,
I can't do any more right now. I'm going to have to rest. Maybe Geoff
can do something more for you, though," he said a little vindictively.
What would the cat do, anyhow? He'd never actally been on top yet.
Did he know what was right? Well he must know from experiencing and
watching Justin.

Abbie let Justin roll off. He spread his legs so things could dry off,
and fell into another deep sleep. He half expected to be awakened by
someone cleaning him off, but that didn't happen.


========= Chapter 7 =========

When he woke, it was to the sounds of fast vigorous thrusts and squelches.
But they stopped and he started to drift off again. Then Abbie
squealed.  There had been some thrusting again. He could vaguely
remember it, but they kept stopping, pausing for a minute or so.

Justin managed to peel his eyes open. Abbie was kneeling, glaring at
Geoff, who was stretched out, looking tired, almost asleep.

"Oh, Lord." They were cats; essentially tigers. He remembered seeing a
video about how lions mated. Tigers must be the same, else ligers and
tygons wouldn't be possible. These two weren't really tigers, but
apparently their instincts were the same.

Geoff grunted and got up, kneeling. Abbie turned her back to him
almost in disgust, but Geoff grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.
She crouched down low, presenting her rear. Justin could see a curved,
pointed penis push out from the male's short sheath. It seemed as
thick at the base as Justin's but only half as long. He couldn't see
the barbs. Maybe they were still inside the sheath.

Geoff crouched low over his mate, wiggling his rump as if to get into
position, then quickly thrust his penis into her, humping a half dozen
times or so. She squeeked once in the middle.  Apparently one thrust
had been deep enough for her to feel the prongs.

Geoff let her go again and flopped down.

If they kept this up, Justin knew he wouldn't get any more sleep for
the rest of the night. Lions had been known to keep doing it off and
on for days.

"Guys, do you really have to do it that way? I'd like to get a little
sleep."

Geoff groaned.

"I tried doing it like you do, but I just can't keep going so long.
It won't stay hard. So I do what I can. Abbie doesn't like it so much
though. I think she'd rather you did her. But it feels so good!"

"No, it doesn't," Abbie corrected him. "A lot of the time it's OK, but
some of the time it really hurts. You must be doing it wrong."

"I'm sorry, Abbie, but he's almost doing it right. Do you guys want to
have kits? Soon?"

"Well, yeah," the male tiger admited. "That's one of the reasons I
brought you home with me. I'll still try to find you a way back to
your home, if that's what you really want," he added quickly.  "but I
hoped you might be able to help. You're nice."

Nice. Really? Justin was starting to fume quietly. He thought he could
see where the cat's admission was heading.

"We've never done this before.  I couldn't get it hard at all. The
doctor we visited said I was missing something. Lots of us don't have
it. What'd he call it, Abbie?"

"Tes tos ter one," she gritted. "And I think you still don't have the
right amount."

"So that's why you brought me here. Just to be your testosterone
supplier."  Justin glared at them.

"No, no! That's not right!" Geoff tried to assure him. The cat was
almost in tears. "Well at first, maybe, that's what I thought. But
then when I got to know you, it was all different. You taste too
good." He just mumbled that last. "You're fun to be with. You're good
people.  I really like you.  Abbie does too, and she's only known you
for a little while.

"Please! Believe me! I want to stay with you!" the cat wailed.

Stay with him. Not have him stay here. And he really seemed to mean
it. Justin finally realized the reason for the crucifixion.
Geoff had been willing to risk his own life to attract him.

Justin got up and went over to the sobbing cat. He hugged him.  "OK. I
think I understand. Your plan backfired. These things happen.  I like
you, too. A lot. Maybe you heard what I told Abbie earlier about how I
feel.  I meant it then, and I mean it now. But what you did did hurt
me."

"Yeah. I know." His nose was running.  The tiger wiped the snot on his
arm. Then licked it off.  "I'm sorry."

"You know, that's really disgusting," Justin pointed out, grinning.
It was hard to stay angry. Geoff looked at him, bewildered.

"I'm guessing you really don't feel like fucking any more tonight.
And what I've gotta tell you both may turn you off to it for a long
time.  It's the truth, though, and you know what they say about that."

He paused.

"What did your doctor tell you about how kits are made?"

"Eggs and sperms," Abbie told him. "When they get together they make
kits. Geoff didn't used to have sperms, but he does now. I've got
eggs. It's supposed to be fun to put them together. Like with you,
though your sperms are the wrong kind." She smiled.

"Well that's part of it. Did he say anythig about barbs?"

"Barbs?" Geoff was confused. "You mean barbarians? Why would he say
anything about them? They're way off to the west."

"No, I mean did he say anything about the barbs on your penis?"

"Uh, no. I don't remember anything like that. It was a long time ago,
though.  It sounds silly enough that I might have ignored it,
too. Barbarians on my penis," he snorted.

"No, that's not what I mean at all. Maybe I'll have to show you.  Will
you let me rub you, between the legs, I mean, so your penis comes
out?"

Geoff grinned. "Like when I did it to you? Sure. That'll be fun!"

Yeah, it'd be fun. Justin smiled at that, too. Maybe they wouldn't
like what they learned from it, though. He got more serious.

"OK, Geoff, lie back. Abbie needs to see what happens, too."

He put a gentle hand on the tiger's genitals and rubbed. He rolled the
testicles around a little, then squeezed the short sheath slightly.  A
bright red tip started to protrude.

"Mmmm," Geoff started to purr.

Avoiding the tip, which probably was very sensitive, he put his hand
around the sheath and gently moved it up and down.  More came out,
curving slightly toward the tiger's stomach.  He wrapped his fingers
carefully around the slick shaft and squeezed.

"Uuh." Geoff grunted.

Most of his curved, pointed penis came out from hiding, revealing its
thicker base, but the barbs were still hidden.

"I think I'm going to have to push down your sheath, Geoff. I don't
think it'll hurt but it might. Is that OK? Are you ready?"

"Yeah, go ahead. So far it feels just fine! I dunno if I can keep it
up much longer, though."

"OK, watch carefully, Abbie. I dunno if you'll be able to see them
very well, Geoff."

He pressed the short, thick sheath down further on the tiger's
penis. There they were. Little hard things sticking out of its base.

"There, see them, Abbie? Why don't you touch one, very gently. We
don't want to hurt Geoff, do we?" Geoff's arms were behind his head,
holding it up so he could see. The male tiger stared down the length
of his body.

"Hey, it's almost sharp. Hard, too. Why's he got those?"

"Did you see that, Geoff? Did you feel anything when Abbie touched it?"

"Well, yeah," the tiger admitted. "It felt good. I think touching more
of them would feel even better."

Justin told them the bad news. This was really the business of their
doctor. Maybe he hadn't realized he'd confused them so thoroughly.

"Those are barbs. When they scratch inside Abbie, they'll make her
release an egg or two. Not right away, though, and she'll have
to be scratched a lot of times."

Abbie stared at him in horror. "But that'll hurt! Lots! I'm tender in
there."

Geoff wasn't happy either. "You mean when it feels really good to me
it's really hurting Abbie? That's just not right."

"I know. I don't think it's right, either. I don't know why it's that
way.  It just is." Maybe hormone therapy could be used instead, but he
didn't want to hold out any false hopes.  He didn't think the technology
was available here for making artificial hormones. They'd had to
bring him in, after all.  Justin didn't think that many of the methods
that could be used to get the natural estrogens, if that's what they
were, would be acceptable, either. These tigers were good folks, too.

"Well, now you know. I think we all should try to get some sleep.
Maybe things will look better in the morning."

All three cuddled together. They all were hurting, more or less,
and physical contact made them feel better.

========= Chapter 8 =========

"Unka Justin, Unka Justin, look what I did! Look, look!"

The blue and white kit was jumping up and down excitedly, proudly
displaying the fish he'd tickled out of the stream.

"Hey, that's great, Jess. Why don't you take it in to your mom?  She
can fix it for supper." Justin watched proudly as the kit dashed into
the house of trees.  He didn't see the older green and orange kit.
Laura was probably still down on the bank, her hand freezing in the
stream. She never liked being beat to something by her younger
brother.

The solutions they'd found had been relatively simple, although none
of them were happy with them. A single, but incredibly intense,
uterine pain was enough to reliably induce ovulation. As a result,
Abbie didn't have to suffer the repeated scrapes from Geoff's barbs
when they decided it was time to have kits. Abbie assured them that it
actually was less painful than giving birth, but neither of her lovers
quite believed her. Birthing seemed to include some forgetfullness of
the pain associated with it. Uterine cramps didn't.

The solution for Geoff was both easier and harder. He had to undergo
periodic surgery to remove the barbs. They grew back in a
year. Fortunately cutting them out wasn't painful. The anesthetics
were quite effective, but every time he went in for the removals, his
lovers worried that he might not come back to them.  Death was not
unknown, even when minor surgery was performed. This was not minor.
There were many blood vessels nearby, and a surgeon's slip could be
fatal.

                             * * *

The three lovers, tigers and human, curled together in the privacy of
their large bedroom. Lying on his side, Justin gently pressed his
penis from benind into Abbie's hot, welcoming rear. Anal intercourse
wasn't her favorite path to orgasm, but it was what she'd asked for
tonight.  He buried his face into the soft fluff of her back,
breathing in the scent of peaches. His arms were around her, one not
quite squashed, since most of her weight was supported by the cushions
on either side.  His hands squeezed her breasts as he thrust under her
tail.

"Oh, yes. That's it. Harder," she pleaded.

Behind him, Justin could feel the heated body of his other love,
who had his arms around him, one hand pressing into his belly,
the other tickling a nipple.

An insistant curved spike pressed into his own anus every few minutes.
Each time Geoff quickly spasmed a half dozen times, burying his penis
in his human love and then relaxing again. The male tiger usually
prefered being up on his knees when fucking or being fucked, but this
was a special occasion. Abbie was gravid with another kit and they 
all wanted to celebrate with simultaneous intercourse.

                             -end-