The first thing she noticed when she woke up enough to stretch her limbs was that…she couldn’t. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to her wrists – bound securely above her head with soft restraints, a rope going down over the top of the bed undoubtedly secured to the metal legs of the bed frame – then she gazed down the length of her taut body, past the swells of her breasts and slight pooch of a tummy, down her thighs to her ankles – likewise bound securely to the frame by a tight rope and soft cuffs.

The striped wolf blew a quiet breath out her nose, and her tail quivered where it lay on the mattress beside her hips. Her next inhale was filled with the scent of her lover, a fluffy white cat named Lona. The anthro cat was leaning in the doorway, a playful smirk curling her lips, her long fluffy tail swishing behind her slowly, hands crossed over her breasts – she was nude as well, her fur rippling in the slight breeze from the air conditioner. 

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” Lona teased, slinking into the room with slow, deliberate steps. She circled the bed slowly, her swishing tail lightly caressing her lover’s bound, bare body, eliciting little giggles. “I warned you that you sleep hard enough for me to do anything I want to you. Thought it was about time I proved it.”

Tyger, the striped wolf, gasped as her lover’s tail flicked her ticklish paw pads as she passed. Her words came out a bit higher pitched than she intended as a result. “Should I be – hehe… - worried about your intentions?” The gasped giggle came as the cat trailed one soft pad across the wolf’s collarbones, just the tip of a finger.

“Oh not at all. You’re going to love it,” she purred as she sat on the side of the bed and curled her tail around her. She ran her pink tongue over her lips and gave a playfully evil smirk. “And so am I.”

Tyger moaned softly at the promise in Lona’s tone, her breath coming a little faster, and they’d barely even started yet. The cat rested her hands lightly over the wolf’s exposed armpits, fingers ever so lightly teasing the fur there. Then, with no more than a purr for warning, the kitty pounced.

“YEEEheheheheEEP!” Tyger yelped and giggled as Lona’s deft fingers dug lightly into her pits. The ticklish sensation sent chills up and down her spine – and her armpits weren’t even one of the most ticklish spots on her body. She tugged at the bonds ineffectually, trying to pull her arms down. Lona’s fingers slid up and down the bottoms of her upper arms, ending at her elbows at one end, and her top ribs at the other, tickling and squeezing all the way.

“Aww, don’t try to get away already, puppy,” the white cat teased. “We’ve barely started having fun!” She intensified the tickling, uncurling her tail and flicking the tip down over Tyger’s toes, making the wolf gasp and jerk. Her paws were, by far, her worst spot – and the only place the wolf didn’t normally enjoy having tickled. Lona was the exception. Her playful teasing and prodding had a much different effect on the wolf. Tyger was already beginning to get aroused.

“GahahahahEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” The wolf’s laughter became louder, her struggling harder, when Lona swung herself fully onto the bed and straddled the wolf’s waist, spidering her fingers up and down her lover’s ribs and squeezing as she headed back up. Lona stopped for a few moments to give the canine time to pant, then leaned down, nuzzled her muzzle with its ticklish whiskers into the wolf’s belly, and blew a huge raspberry against her lover’s skin.

“YYYAOOOOORRRRROOWWWW!!” Tyger literally howled with laughter, bucking on the bed and somehow getting enough leverage to nearly topple Lona forward.

“No no no, naughty puppy!” Lona scolded playfully, and by way of punishment, she introduced her index finger to her lover’s belly button. The sound the wolf let out was closer to a pig’s squeal than her normal baritone howl, but she didn’t buck again. Lona giggled and let Tyger calm for a few moments, rubbing the wolf’s tummy with both hands until her eyes were closed and her tongue was hanging out the side of her muzzle. 

Cats are nothing if not sneaky, though. While Tyger relaxed and panted, Lona’s eyes had been drawn hungrily to the captive canine’s breasts, with their now excited nipples protruding through her white chest fur. Still rubbing the wolf’s belly, she slowly leaned forward, then darted out her rough, pink tongue and licked one of the exposed nubbins. The effect was immediate – Tyger gasped, giggled, and moaned all at once. The giggles became a bit more prevalent, though, as the tummy rubs became tummy tickles, and the mischievous kitty kept licking and flicking each of the wolf’s nipples in turn with her tongue. Sometimes Lona would show her evil streak and curl the rough parts of her tongue around one of Tyger’s excited nipples, then purr long and low so that her tongue vibrated and the rough grooming hooks on her tongue tickled like a thousand tiny vibrators, wrapped around one bundle of incredibly sensitive nerves.

If Tyger hadn’t already been slowly soaking the area between her thighs and the base of her tail with her juices, a few minutes of this exquisite torture would’ve had the same effect. Her tail twitched, her toes clenched, and she started to whine very softly under her breath, begging her lover to stop teasing and put that tongue to other uses.

But cats play with their toys until they’re done, and Lona’d still just barely gotten started. Tummy tickles migrated to rib and waist tickles, back to armpit tickles, then around to give her breasts a proper working over – not just the nipples, though they most certainly were NOT ignored. 

Tears wet the fur around Tyger’s eyes, and her muzzle was wide open, sharp teeth flashing in the muted light of the room amid her belly laughs, high pitched giggles, and desperate panting – under which she would whine, any time she had the breath to do so. The truth was that they both knew all Tyger had to do was say “Stop,” and the tickling would stop immediately. Lona knew her lovers tickling fetish VERY well, and wouldn’t stop until she was spent. However, the cat couldn’t deny that her lover looked positively delicious, trapped there beneath her. And her squirming was wonderfully stimulating to the white cat’s now swollen labia and clit, as the scent of her lover’s arousal, her squirming, and her moans affected the kitty cat.

Lona gave the wolf a breather, slipping off of her – leaving a wet spot where her legs had spread across Tyger’s low tummy – and grabbing one of their clit vibrator toys. She slipped it between her legs before turning and stretching out beside the wolf – paws to head, her head and hands down toward the canine’s legs and paws. 

“I’d let you control this, love,” she said teasingly, “But you’re a bit tied up at the moment.” She turned on the vibrator and moaned. Oh yes – she’d put that in JUST the right spot. She crossed her legs to hold it in place as the nose of the dolphin-shaped vibrator cover did delicious things to her clit on the lowest setting. “MMmrrrrooowwl…. Now, let’s see…Oh look.” She reached down and with both hands, began lightly tickling the wolf’s paws. At the same time, her tail swished over and tickled Tyger’s nipples again.

This combination undid the wolf immediately – the amazing feeling of the feather-soft tail fur tickling her nipples, and the intolerable paw tickling set her into a new bout of desperate laughter, interspersed with moans and whimpers. “YYOOOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHehehehahahaah-oohhhh…oohhaahAHHEHEAHAHAHAHA!” The cat’s fingers deftly slid between her toes to wiggle maddeningly, and no matter how she clenched or twisted, she couldn’t stop the deliciously horrible feeling.  Her cunt ached and clenched around nothing, her clit throbbed, and she tried to rub her thighs together just a bit – just to get a little friction, a little of her own fur tickling her cunt – but her body was tied too perfectly. She’d have no relief until her lover decided she’d have it – and that’s exactly how she liked it.

Lona moaned softly and turned up the vibrator within her own cunt, giving a sharp hissing gasp as she found the setting she wanted. She gave Tyger a break on the paw tickling, hands sliding up to squeeze and tickle at the backs of her knees and trail over her kneecap and thighs. She leaned in and blew another raspberry, this one on the side of Tyger’s thigh, just high enough for the vibrations to barely affect her cunt, but not actually give any relief.

If wolves could sweat, she would have been. Her tongue was hanging out; she panted between giggles, and gave whimpering moans with every incredibly tickly swish of her lover’s tail. The raspberry on her thigh made her whine into a high keen, mixed with desperate giggles. She could smell her lover’s arousal along with her own on every breath; she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer now. This wasn’t the first time they’d played this game, and it wouldn’t be the last. But she knew her feline lover had one more card to play – and damn her libido, she was looking forward to it.

Keeping her thighs pressed together to hold her toy in the right spot, Lona got up on her hands and knees and unlatched the cuffs around her lover’s ankles. Tyger’s legs sprang wide immediately, her wet thighs and tail moving out of the way to let her lover see the full extent of her effect. The wolf was swollen, wet, quivering, and ready. Her moans overwhelmed the giggles as Lona walked her fingers ticklishly up the canine’s damp inner thighs to stroke at her swollen lips. She then reached across her lover’s leg and down off the side of the bed to pull the most devious weapon in her arsenal – an electric toothbrush with one spinning head, two vibrating sections, and the softest bristles they’d ever found anywhere.

Tyger’s eyes were almost feverishly bright, her body trembling as Lona turned on the tiny torture device. She erupted into squealing laughter once more as the brush was brought not against her quivering sex, but up to circle her belly button for a moment.

“Just – ah…oohhhh…- keeping you on your toe-pads, puppy,” Lona whispered as she retracted the device, a moan as her own orgasm continued to build momentarily distracting her. The brush now headed for a more familiar target – Tyger’s swollen labia.

Now her howl was half moan, as ticklish shocks of pure pleasure flooded her from anywhere the brush touched. The wolf quivered and whimpered and laughed. She whined and moaned when Lona leaned in and licked at her clit, her rough tongue and purrs of pleasure sending even more tickle-shocks through the wolf’s near exhausted body. The torturous, incredible sensations continued as the brush was trailed over – and even a little bit inside – every inch of the wolf’s wet vagina, lips, and clit. Never staying anywhere with perfect stimulation long enough to let her come.

Tyger was losing her mind with ticklish lust, and Lona’s free hand had reached up to begin tickling and tweaking her nipples, even as her tail swished down and tickled the canine’s paws again. She didn’t know which way was up – the only thing she knew for certain was the difference between brush and tongue, that her tortured paw pads were going to make her scream, and her nipples and clit felt so swollen and hard that she thought she might explode. Finally, the brush retracted, and she lay there, whining and panting, so close to the edge of orgasm that she could almost taste it. The scent of both lovers’ arousal filled the room with a delicious musk of sex and tickles, and Tyger’s panted breaths were almost echoed by Lona’s. 

“Purrrrrrrrowl….You want to cum, puppy?” she whispered, purring and breathing hard. When Tyger nodded and whimpered, she gave a little moan. “Oh, me too…” Her thumb flicked the control on her clit vibrator, turning it up to the maximum setting, as she picked up and turned on a rabbit dildo that she’d left within easy reach.

Tyger moaned at the penetration she’d been so desperate to feel, and panted as the artificial canine cock filled her completely. Her breathing sped up as the clit tickler on the dildo found its target – and she couldn’t help giggling. She was so tickle-drunk at this point that even the delicious, perfect vibrations of the dildo were enough to tickle. Which was absolutely perfect and exactly what she wanted. 

As Lona thrust the cock slowly within her lover, her other hand dropped between her legs, making use of the flexibility felines are so well known for, and she inserted two of her own fingers into her cunt, finding her g-spot with practiced ease and circling her thumb around the vibrator to vary it’s pressure on her clit. Both feline and canine came hard, at almost the same moment, one with a hissing yowl, the other with a giggling howl. Their backs arched, bodies pressed together, and hips bucking with the waves of pleasure that crashed over them both. As she came down from her orgasm, the exhausted wolf sank into unconsciousness.

When Tyger woke up, she was untied and Lona lay snuggled against her beneath the covers. Their legs and tails tangled, her arm around her feline lover, whose head was resting upon the wolf’s breast. Her purring was the deep, satisfied purr of a sleeping, satiated cat, and she nuzzled Tyger’s chest in her sleep, giving a soft sigh of pleasure. The wolf let her eyes drift to half mast, a smile curving her lips, throat sore from laughing, body pleasurably tingly and achy from struggling, being tickled, and cumming so hard she passed out. Their game of dog and cat worked predictably, with them ever switching roles. Tomorrow, after some recovery time, it would be Lona who would wake up in the soft cuffs, restrained and at the mercy of her lover. While their personal fetishes weren’t the same, Tyger did know one thing without a doubt.

She was really going to enjoy payback.
