"No way!" insisted the striped girl.
"I'm telling you it's true!" insisted the boy sitting next to her, with the same black slashes across the orange parts of his fur.
"Well who did you hear it from?" Gail asked, or rather demanded. If her brother insisted a story that outrageous was true, she'd insist on verifiable sources.
"Like... all the boys are talking about it! Some bunny girl got knocked up by an actual rabbit. An animal!" Arnie insisted.
"Shows what boys know! Do you know how small a feral bunny is?" the little tigress insisted.
"So? Rabbits are famous for doing it, aren't they?" Arnie insisted, crossing his arms and taking a stand for what he believed in, which in this case was a naughty rumor.
"Yeah, with other itty-bitty bunnies. Do you even... how could his thingy..." she said, trying not to actually say anything inappropriate. Dad wasn't back from work yet and their mom was doing some gardening, but the tigress had devilishly keen ears and little tolerance for lewd talk. Gail had to admit that imagining a bunny-girl spreading her legs so that a little horny rabbit could hump away between them was cute.
"I'm telling you, that's a thing now - girls can get pregnant from animals if the species are the same. If I'm wrong why are you and mom not allowed to go near rocky when it's your time of the month?"
"I... I don't know, mom just told me... and anyway that's no business of yours! When you start going into heat I'm sure mom will have the same talk with you!" she said, sticking out her tongue at ehr sibling.
There was a reason the distrust ran so deep between them. She loved her brother as much as he loved her, but they also shared a love of pranks, and this seemed like a set-up for something sneaky. Maybe he was hoping she'd start spreading this ridiculous story and come off as a dummy for believing something so ridiculous? And when she claimed he told her about it he'd feign ignorance. But that didn't explain why her mom had insisted she stay away from Rocky during her heats. He wasn't quite a common cat but the Bengal tiger had grown up with them and was the very image of a gentle giant. She and Arnie had played with him even back when they were toddlers, and she was still allowed to play with him now that he was a big, big kitty, so why not during those days. 
The image of a bunny girl getting humped by a rabbit was ridiculously cute, but when she imagined the tables turned and her under Rocky's striped bulk, a fang cut into her bottom lip as she began to chew it anxiously. But Rocky had never tried mounting her. Maybe it was because he could tell it wasn't her time of the month and she couldn't get cubs? And if he can tell when she can get pregnant, who's to say he couldn't do it? Not that she'd dare having his cubs, of course. Mom would chew her tail off if she did. Her heat would be in a few days, so maybe if she was careful and smart, she could get a little taste of what mating was actually like, without winding up with her pet's babies...
*******
"Ooooohhhhwho'smybigfluffywuffykitty?" Gail cooed, rubbing both hands furiously against both of the big tiger's cheeks as the ferocious feline purred out loud, his eyes mere slivers as he savored every pet and scratch of his little mistress.
The kitten figured she could take her time, since her parents were at work and her brother at school. She'd told her mother she was feeling a bit under the weather, which did happen sometimes when she went into estrus. Mom told her she could stay home, but she'd make sure she did all her homework and caught up with her lessons. That stern tutelage would be a small price to pay for sating her curiosity. Intent on avoiding having this kitten's kittens, she'd dressed in a sturdy if skimpy pair of denim cut-offs, figuring that no matter how strong Rocky was there was no way he could poke a hole in those and wind up sinking his thingy in her tender young slit. As she showered the big tiger with both verbal and physical affection she began to think that this was all just nonsense because Rocky was the same big lovable fur-ball that he always was. It was only when the tiger's nostrils began to flare and his eyes open that she changed her mind.
Rocky pushed his muzzle into her neck, nuzzling and making her squeal as his hot huffs tickled her. He trailed the big blocky muzzle down, between the budding breasts covered by a thin t-shirt, but the pert bumps didn't seem to hold his attention. His ears flicked when he slid down her belly and zeroed in on what he was after, his neck lowered and his shoulders hunched as he pushed his nose between Gail's skinny thighs. The striped kitten couldn't help but grin at how silly Rocky looked poking his nose in her crotch but she had to admit there was a flutter in her tummy at the way the powerful animal was huffing and sniffing against her denim-clad privates.
"Smell something nice Rocky?" she asked, speeding her skinny legs a little wider, petting the tiger's big blocky head as he pushed his muzzle against her so hard he almost made her stumble.
She could feel the heat of his breath even through the denim keeping her young sex safe, but the cotton wasn't enough to hide a fertile young feline from the tiger's senses. Once he'd caught the scent, the big male wanted, sliding a big broad tongue out of his muzzle and pushing it between the tiger cub's denim-clad thighs. Gail smiled at first, figuring Rocky was just grooming her. Whenever they had a family barbecue she and Arnie would present grease-covered paws to the family pet, and Rocky would eagerly snake out an enormous, rasped tongue and lick them clean. 
But normally the only time he groomed fur that didn't smell of meat and barbecue sauce was when he was cleaning his own, so Gail was surprised with the enthusiasm he was trying to lick her kitty even though thick fabric was covering it. The denim kept her from feeling the rasps from sliding across her bald young slit, but the appendage was all muscle and she could feel how hard Rocky was licking each time the swipe of the tongue pressed the rough material against her bare kitty. She hadn't worn her panties since she thought even the jeans might be too thick to let Rocky notice she was in her heat so now she was gasping every time the rough denim was pressed against her sex. Still there was a strange thrill to letting her pet do this, and something about Rocky's ravenous determination to lick her kitty in spite of the shorts hiding it was making her tummy flutter.
The tingly feelings were not entirely alien. Ever since her first heat touching the little patch of bare skin between her legs had felt more than nice. She'd spent some time lying in her room with the lights out, a blanket hiding what her paw was up to between her thighs, but it felt more intense to have Rocky lick her even though he was only doing it through her clothes. She could even feel her kitty getting wet, which usually took her almost ten minutes of furious rubbing.
Rocky could apparently tell to, judging by the lashing of his tail, the thick ropes appendage giving an occasional twitch as the big cat pressed his muzzle against the smaller feline, running his tongue hard enough for Gail to hear the sound of his rasps scraping against the denim. A twitching of the stripy hide along Rocky's lower body made her crane her neck to see what was happening, and the kitten gasped at the sight of pink under the big tiger's snow-white underbelly. She knew what that was, and she knew why she was seeing it. With reluctance she had to admit her brother seemed to be right - Rocky really wanted to make cubs with her. Maybe that meant he really could, and if a tiger could do it, why not a rabbit?
That thought brought the image back into her mind, of some bunny girl spreading her legs for a horny little animal, letting him hump and squirt his seed into her. Maybe even more than once! The image changed then, and it was her on her back, and Rocky looming over her, maneuvering the pink rod she could even now see closer and closer to her kitty.
"W-well it's not like we can get into trouble with me wearing this. Might as well see what it's like..." she said, firmly in the grip of feline curiosity and her own budding libido.
Rocky was reluctant to take his muzzle off her crotch and kept caning her neck to lick at what was by now a damp-patch on the denim cut-offs, but when he saw Gail getting down on the ground he forgot about licking soon enough. The cub had her tush on the grass and hadn't even laid down against it when the big tiger positioned himself over her, the rose erection bobbing under him as the abdomen of the powerful feline flexed. Lying under him, Gail got her first look at a male tiger, the image of Rocky's shaft catching her gaze and making her heart race. She’d heard how boy cats had barbs on their thingies and had been terrified as she imagined something like what you saw on the point of a fishhook. But Rocky's thingy just had loads and loads of tiny bumps and it looked more like goose-pimples than barbs. Either way, it wasn't going in her, but the big cat didn't look like he was willing to just call things off. He braced his forepaws just above Gail’s head and hunched that powerful back, bringing his crotch down as he stabbed the air with his erection.
Something above his movements, and the size of the male now covering her made Gail's heart race and her hand wander down. Her legs were wide open and Rocky's thrusts soon found the wet spot he'd licked moments ago. She felt the feline shaft settle against her denim-clad crotch and on reflex reached out with her paw and pressed it against her sex. That, it seemed had been good enough for rocky. The tiger's hindlegs shifted a little as he began to hump, strangely fluid motions that drove his shaft back and forth against Gail's shorts and the paw resting against the throbbing maleness. She could not explain the mad excitement that gripped her, an awe of the size and power of the male 'mounting' her coupled with the thrill of touching the throbbing shaft even now squirting against her shorts. Strange rumbling sounds were coming from the barrel-chest above her, noises she'd never heard from what she'd always thought of as an over-grown kitten. He could even feel the bump of the tiger's white-furred sack against her tush, a soft tap-tap-tap as the feline testes swung in time to the big male's humps.
The idea of a bunny between a girl's legs was cute and funny, but having Rocky mount her was a thrill, a kind of excitement that brought to mind a roller-coaster but still tinged with something else, the same something that had her kitty tingling. Rocky was starting to hump harder, actually bouncing her rear as he slipped his erection between her shorts and her paw. The noises were also getting growlier, the powerhouse of the big male hunched up over his diminutive mate. Then before she could reach the neck bent and the head lunged down, jaws open wide as they settled around her throat. Gail's body stiffened with fright, her breath catching in the throat that didn't actually get to feel the tiger’s teeth on it. Gail's breath left her muzzle in a shudder, and the kitten cheeks burned as she hoped the wetness she felt between her legs was all just from her slit getting stroked. She wrapped one arm around Rocky’s neck, feeling the powerful muscles under the fur she was stroking.
"I-eeh!-t's okay Rocky... n-not going anywhere, not until..." she started, but felt too bashful to admit even to the tiger what she was waiting for.
Even though they weren't actually mating she realized she wanted desperately to make the big tiger squirt. This still felt like she was just playing a really intense but naughty game, a sort of make-believe mating with the big tiger looming over her. She pressed down as hard as she could on the feline stiffy, feeling the rough texture against her paw-pads and wondering how bad it would have hurt if Rocky had really gotten it in her.
The big cat kept humping her with smooth, tireless motions, bouncing her behind as he slid his cock against her denim-clad kitty, making growling noises Gail could feel now that the tiger had her throat in his muzzle. He was still being nice and gentle but there was a thrill to feeling the heat of his breath and the growly sounds he made as he mated her. The little tigress was now more excited than she could ever remember being, and the tinglies she’d felt before was now so bad she felt like squirming.
A deep, rolling growl from the tiger made her gasp and her tail puff up, as the jaws tightened just a little, but enough for her to feel the tips of his teeth poking through her fur and touching the vulnerable skin under it. The hot, hard length in her paw began twitching against her palm and her slippery young slit even through the layer of clothing separating it from the tiger’s cock. She stood frozen and panting in her mate’s grip, her young chest heaving as she felt something hot and wet squirt against her hand. In that moment she realized that Rocky was shooting his spunk, spraying it all over her as those hefty white balls churned out squirt after gooey squirt of tiger-milk. She wished he wasn’t holding her neck so she could see it, but the tigress’ flaring nostrils caught the sharp scent of the male’s seed, her eyes growing wide and glassy as her back arched and her tail lashed.
Gail heard strange mewling noises and it took her a moment to realize she was making them as her first climax wracked her young body, her hips humping up against the cock still making a mess of her, the pubescent slit soaking her shorts as the girl it belonged to whimpered her way through her orgasm. She brought her hand up and stared at the pearly web covering it before something in her swirling mind clicked and she began swiping her tongue across her fingers, licking up the seed of the male still looming over her. 
Once it was clean she slid it back down, this time under her jeans and against the wetness between her legs. Her cunny was still tingling and even a light rub against her bald young pussy felt intense enough to make her grimace, and when she pulled her paw away at was a mess once again. The moment she brought it up to her face Rocky’s nostrils began flaring and his eyes flowed the soaked paw. His mating grip forgotten, the tiger pushed his muzzle against her hand and began running that huge, raspy tongue over it, making the panting cub under him giggle.
“Glad to know I taste as good as a burger…” Gail murmured as Rocky cleaned her hand.
She’d been a little worried that he’d start acting weird around her, but as she scratched him along his cheek he once again looked like the overgrown housecat she knew and loved. But looking down at her she was faced with a messy reminder that he was a little more. His shaft was still twitching, sending the last few squirts of milky goo streaking over her, with most of his spunk already soaking into her clothes and fur. She imagined what it would have felt like if he’d pumped all of that into her and the through made her thighs rub together as the cub chewed her lip, planning how best to play this little ‘mating game’ with Rocky next time…
*******
The next time proved just as thrilling as the first, and by the third and fourth time she was only growing more excited to play what she was starting to think of as ‘the mating game’ with her big lovable cat. She’d grown a little bolder with each time when it came to what she wore and had finally settled on just her spandex volleyball shorts, enjoying how cute the clingy fabric made her butt look and just how good a job it did of letting her feel how hard and hot Rocky got without letting the tiger stick in in where he wanted. She was confident that her sneaking was flawless and that her parent’s had no clue what she was up to, but while avoiding the grown-ups she hadn’t realized that her sibling had caught on to what she was doing…
Figuring Rocky was making enough noise to mask his footsteps, Arnie crept closer to the mating pair. The big tiger glanced briefly at him, never slowing the humping motion of his striped hips. With his back arched the muscles stood out on the big cat’s frame and he looked even more imposing as he loomed over the kitten mewling as quietly as she could under him. When he got close enough to what he wanted a glimpse of it looked for a moment like the tiger had poked a hole through his sister’s shorts and was actually breeding his sibling, but a closer look revealed that Gail had just stuck his cock between her legs and was keeping his thighs pressed together, making the tiger’s shaft rub between them and her spandex-clad slit.
The boy felt his own shorts tent, but there was more to his excitement than seeing his sister have sort-of-sex with the family pet. He remembered past wrongs done to him – how he’d ruined a sundae when she’d put a whipped-cream label on a can of shaving foam, how she’d set a fart noise as his ringtone and called it at school, how she’d switched his gym shorts with her own. The last one would be his vindication, fitting retribution as far as he was concerned. Bad enough everyone had seen his butt in those things, but the bulge had been humiliating in the extreme! Why should he miss this chance? With that going through his mind Arnie knelt by the rutting pair, carefully grabbing the waistband of the tight shorts covering his sister’s tush before yanking them firmly down.
“Wha-Arnie! What are y- oow!... p-put them back, he’s…” Gail stammered, wincing as one stab of Rocky’s cock poked against her folds. 
But the tiger knew what that silken softness meant, and his next thrust did more than poke. In a smooth jab the big cat stabbed his shaft into the cub under him, the lithe young body going rigid as the hulking male claimed his diminutive mate. The shock of penetration and the sting of a hard length punching through her hymen had knocked the air out of Gail’s lungs leaving her mute as her tail puffed and her eyes watered. When she finally did make a noise it was a pitiful mewl that shook with every hump of Rocky’s hips.
The gratification of playing what was his best prank so far on his sister was sweet, but Arnie found himself more and more preoccupied with the way his sister’s bald cunny was wrapping around Rocky’s cock as the big tiger began to breed in earnest. He’d never really thought of his sister as sexy before but now he was imagining what it must feel like for Rocky to drive his cock in and out of what looked like a very tight young pussy. He didn’t really wonder what it felt like for Gail until she started whimpering.
“Ahh…ahh… Ahhrnie! He’s… get him off meeEeeeieee!” the little tigress wailed in distress as the hulking male kept humping, happier than ever now that he could feel a warm wet cunny gripping his barbed length. To his credit Arnie did try and grab the big male’s scruff but the moment he tried pulling Rocky let out a low growl that had the young tiger pulling his hand away like it had been burnt.
“It’s okay Gail, you’ll be fine…” he said, hoping to reassure her since plan A had obviously failed.
“It… it hurts!” the tigress hissed, her face scrunched up as she tried to calm down.
“Well it always hurts when a girl does it the first time, right? Look, I can see everything back here, he’s not hurting you so stop being such a baby!”
“Y-you can… s-stop looking!” Gail squealed out, the pain of her rough deflowering and rougher mating receding long enough for het to be outraged at her sibling. “Arnie it –ngh!- it’s my… I’m in…” she stammered, trying to talk without crying out as every thrust and pull of Rocky’s cock raked her no longer virgin sex. She didn’t dare wake mom and dad and winding up getting caught like this, but if she just lay here and took Rocky’s humping he’d finish up inside her and…
“No…nonono, I don’t wanna have…” she started, trying to crawl out from under the humping male in a desperate panic.
Rocky’s rhythm never faltered even when he lunged and brought his mouth down on his panicking mate’s neck, letting out another growl that put a stop to Gail’s struggles. The girl knew deep down that her pet would never really hurt her, but that was a noise meant to paralyze with fear, and as the rumble traveled from her neck down her spine it did just that. The kitten drew in a shuddering breath and tried to calm down, fighting back fear and pain and the dread of knowing that there was no helping her – Rocky would continue to hump her stuffed slit until he emptied those fluffy white balls into her shivering young body, flooding her fertile womb until she wound up like that rabbit girl – another juicy rumor that nice girls wouldn’t believe could actually happen.
In spite of the pain and the panic those tingly feelings were rising again, but it was different this time. She’d done this with rocky a handful of times by now and had come to think of it as a thrilling game – he got all growly and humpy and she’d lay back and smoosh his shaft against her clothed slit, pretending that she was really being mated by the big fierce male. But this was no longer make-believe, her brother having remove the thin but vital barrier that had kept the big tiger from turning make-believe into reality.
She realized why those cute little bumps on his thingy were called barbs after all – even though she believed her brother that they weren’t actually hurting her, the freshly claimed walls of her snug young sex were so sensitive that the tiny nubs really were raking them, making the kitten squirm as best as she could under the weight of her dominant mate. The toes on her feet curled and flexed and the claws on her fingers slid in and out, making little gouges in the grass as she did her best to endure this silently. And Arnie was looking! He was looking at her, and what Rocky was doing with her poor kitty! She almost barked at him to go away but stopped herself as some scared part of her worried about being left alone with the lusty male claiming her as if she were a feral tigress.
“Quit being such a baby, I’m telling you it looks… uhh… you look fine. You know, back there…” he said, catching a glare of vengeful promise from the teary-eyed girl biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Arnie honestly didn’t see what the big deal was. He admitted that if Gail wound up with Rocky’s cubs she would get in trouble, and if she told on him he’d also be in trouble, but he didn’t understand why she was all weepy and squirmy. Before coming up with this plan he’d watched her and Rocky do this once, and he’d seen his sibling bite her lip as she came, watched her lick the big tiger’s spunk from her fur and even give his thingy a few licks before it shrunk back down. She was probably going to try this sooner or later, once she worked up the guts. And although he doubted she’d want to hear this right now, and even less from him, but she looked really hot. His sister still didn’t really have noticeable boobies or anything but her pubescent tush did look nice, and her slit looked amazing as it wrapped around Rocky’s cock. It was also getting messy and he doubted that the family pet was to blame for every drop being pumped from his sister’s cunny as the growling male bred her.
Gail was unaware of her brother’s staring, her mind too overwhelmed by her feral deflowering to focus on anything else. Rocky had hunched forward a little and shortened his strokes, a small mercy that meant that his shaft wasn’t moving as much and the rub of his barbs against her sex wasn’t so overwhelming, but it also meant she was now taking the thickest part of him, her immature folds straining around the girthiest portion of her mate’s cock as the white fluff of his sheath rubbed against her folds. His jaws were still on the back of her neck, his breath hot against her scruff and his growls seeping into her spine as he either voiced his pleasure or issued subtle warnings.
The fluttery tension was building up again, that tingly sensation that radiated from just below her belly-button and out though her whole body and this time Gail found herself trying to fight it. She tried to focus on the pain of the mating, but she could no longer draw a line between pain and pleasure. Rocky was still being rough with her but now the barbs felt more like tickles – they made her want to squeal and squirm away but it wasn’t really that scary. She was no longer afraid of being hurt, but she was still dreading what she knew was coming.
Her fuse proved shorter than her mate’s and as her claws dug into the turf the little tigress screwed her eyes shut, her tail shivering and her nipples stiffening against the flattened grass as she came. So far she’d never had anything more than the tip of a finger in her when she climaxed and wasn’t prepared for how big Rocky would feel then her walls clamped down on him. Or how much harder the barbs would rub against them as the big male continued his shallow but rapid humping. She was clamped down hard enough to feel the big male’s heartbeat, and when the length stuck between her plump folds began to throb harder her breath caught in her throat.
The jaw tightened again, just enough to let her know who’s in charge, and by now Gail had grown so sued to this that it was what usually pushed her over the edge. Rocky treating her like she was really his mate made her feel at once powerless under the big beast, but also made her feel like she was a real ferocious tigress herself, a fearsome female that her mate had to restrain. That had all been fun make-believe, a sign that she was about to feel the warm spunk shoot across her heaving chest, but this time she was going to be more of a mate for her pet than she ever wanted to be…
A few twitches went by with nothing but the girl could tell when the male above had started seeding her. Rocky gave out a low, satisfied roar as a stream of that pearly white spunk surged against something his tip had been poking so far, a hot wet rush that could only be one thing. Gail remembered how she’d giggle as she watched Rocky’s cock spew white ropes through the air and onto her fur but now that she was taking every drop it no longer seemed a giggling matter. The flood surged into her, quickly filling up her developing womb and surging back around the tiger’s twitching shaft. It soothed her cunny a little to feel those barbs get covered in a layer of slick goo but that did little to ease the girl’s spirits. Rocky stayed on top of her, pinning her in place until he was empty and his cock began to slide back into his sheath. He took his jaws off her neck and even gave it a few licks against the grain of her fur, seeming convinced that he’d just done her a favor by giving her something that she’d desperately wanted…
*******
“Ohhh, she’s gonna get me back bad for this one…” Arnie fretted to his confidant, but got little sympathy from the bunny.
“You always say that. Why do you even prank her when you get this antsy about payback?” Ann asked, rolling her eyes at the flustered tiger.
“I just pay her back! Anyway, this was… maybe I went a little too far…” he said before explaining to his friend the whole thing, starting with the rumor he’d heard about that bunny girl.
“Arnie… you know just before the start of summer break last year I got sick and missed the last two weeks of school?”
“Yeah?”
“Well I wasn’t really sick. The thing is I couldn’t hide it anymore.”
“Hide what?” the tiger asked.
“My tummy! That rumor you heard was about me! When my baby-bump started showing mom took me out of school. I was lucky that summer break came along when it did…”
“You mean… you, and that big rabbit you guys have?”
“Yeah, and after or sort of during ‘cause of how bunnies work I also had my brother’s baby. We gave the bunnies up for adoption and I have an aunt who hasn’t found a male she likes yet so she was happy to raise me and Toby’s baby. You’re right though, your mom is going to make such a big deal out of this…” she said with a pout, remembering the scolding she got even though everything had turned all right.
“Well even Gail is still sulking over this. I think she’s mad at me and Rocky…”
“Why Rocky?”
“Well she says it hurt her when he mated her even though she was fine once he was done. She hasn’t even played around with him after that.”
“Well that’s silly. It hurts a little the first time, but after that it always feels great! I feel bad for her, getting scared like that and missing out on something so amazing.”
“Well you… you could come over and, uhh… show her it’s nothing to be afraid of?” Arnie ventured, seeing his long-time friend in a new light now that he learned she was practically a MILF. Ann pretended to mull it over, but the moment he saw her lapine incisors chewing her bottom lip he knew she was in…
*******
“So how long do we have until your folks are home?” the bunny girl asked, stripping down to just her fur as she eyed Gail and Arnie’s family pet – a fully-grown Bengal tiger playfully nosing about the three of them before zeroing in on the now naked newcomer.
“At least two hours, it takes them an hour just to drive there and back again…” Gail said, still skeptical about this. She’d warned Ann how Rocky mated but the bunny seemed determined to change her mind. 
“Okay, let’s see if we can make this big kitty purr… Oh wow, look at him sniff! I guess a bunny in heat is as good as a tigress…” she said as the big male pushed his blocky muzzle, huffing and puffing against the bald lapine labia. “Go on boy, have a tasteeeeeEEeeeiiiiihhh!” Ann squealed out when the tiger did just that.
She’d felt the raspy tongue when he’d licked her hand to say hello and had been braced for a tickle, but the intensity of that rough surface sliding over her labia had her ears perked and actually made her rise up on the tips of her tows so it looked like Ricky had lifted her up with nothing but his tongue. And the tiger’s tongue seemed strong enough to actually do it. When he did it again the bunny bit her lip and clenched her hands into fists, torn between the urge to scamper away and the urge to spread her legs wider. The tiger’s tongue was wide, long and the feel of the thick, warm mass pressing with such velvety force against her cunny would have had her malting in delight, if the surface had only been smoother. It was still enough to get her heat-swollen sex to respond, and the taste of lapine honey only spurred Rocky to delve deeper.
“Oohhhh w-wow… so his… thingy’s li-eeEeh!-ke that?” she asked Gail, and the kitten just nodded her head, glued to the sight of the bunny’s tail quivering as Rocky ate her out. Neither of them missed the way the tiger’s tail started whipping and when he started humping the air all eyes were on the pink erection stabbing away at nothing.
“Okay, looks like he’s ready. Guess I better lie down, there’s no way I can support this big lug’s weight…” she said, lying down flat on the grass and immediately getting covered by the big male hunching over her, his hips stabbing in an attempt to find something soft and warm.
Ann took a moment to admire the snow-white fur under her soon-to-be mate before following the stark-white trail to the tiger’s endowments. The shaft didn’t look as imposing as the rest of the big cat, but the plump white pouch swinging with every hump had the bunny biting her lip. This would be the best part – she was in heat but she’d get to enjoy the gooey-squirty sensations of the tiger emptying those balls in her without the risk of getting pregnant! And if Gail got over her anxiety maybe they could have sort of sexy-sleepovers, with her getting mounted by Roger when she stayed over, and Ann enjoying some tiger-lovin’ when she was Gail’s guest.
She opened her skinny thighs and got her feet up to angle herself as best as she could, feeling a few squirts of Rocky’s pre before the tip of the cat’s probing cock found her slit. A second later she was biting her lip to stifle a squeal as the feline shaft plunged into her waiting sex. The slender tip was no challenge but the base of the tiger’s cock was stuffing her more than either her pet or her brother had managed to, and for a split second she was sure it was that girth that scared Gail into believing this was painful.
But when the tiger pulled back and started actually humping her, the bunny quickly realized what the girl had been worried about. Rocky’s cock really was like his tongue, except the shaft was rock-hard and reaching deep into her body. His motion was fast, but not the jack-rabbit blur Roger managed, the fluidly-feline motions causing the barbed to rub and rake across the delicate flesh of Ann’s cunny. She started squirming on reflex and gasped when the big cat gave a growl before lunging with his maw open.
“It’s okay, he always does that but he won’t bite you.” Gail said, looking a little flushed as she addressed the gasping bunny before addressing her pet and one-time lover. “You shouldn’t scare girls like that you big meanie!” she scolded, but the humping feline didn’t take much notice.
Ann had to admit that as brave as she’d been about letting the tiger mate her the sight of those teeth lunging towards her had scared her stiff, but the big cat really did seem to do it just to make a point – she wasn’t going anywhere until he was done. As her breathing grew steady the tiger’s hips remained anything but – driving his shaft in and out with smooth, rapid strokes. A few deep breaths got the bunny to relax, and once her pussy did the same she realized that she’d clamped down on Rocky and that it was the worst thing she could do to a barbed cock.
She did her beast to breathe steady and deep, lowering her feet and settling them in the crook of the crouching tiger’s haunches, giving the big cat the perfect angle to breed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to pet and scratch behind his ears, earning a reluctant murr from the tiger who was sticking to the tough-guy act too much to allow himself to actually purr. Soon enough she’d relaxed enough that the painful rakes were just very intense tickles, and as the humps of the big male bounced her rear up and down she started making noises of her own. 
Looking to either side of her she could make out Arnie trying to look casual as he stroked his erection and stole glances at her well-stuffed sex, and Gail staring at her with her ears perked and her thighs rubbing together. Some part of her definitely enjoyed her first mating, and it seemed that seeing and hearing a bunny squeak and moan under the humping cat made the whole thing seem less scary. As for her, there was still something scary about giving herself to a vicious predator rather than an overgrown bunny, but the fear itself was adding spice to the mating.
“Mnngghhh, that’s it Rocky, give it to me! Breed me, pump your kitty-milk i-eeEeh!-n me…” she moaned, feeling giddily naughty knowing that she’d get to take the big cat’s load and just enjoy the warm, messy feeling without getting into trouble.
Not that Rocky needed to be told to breed the snug little slit wrapped around him. The big male was tireless, keeping the bunny stuffed as he mashed his fat sheath against her folds, his sack swinging and slapping gently against her cheeks until a rumble from his massive chest announced the finale. Ann had been holding back, the big toes on her feet flexing as she tried to hold her climax until the tiger was done with her. When the shaft her young cunny was holding started to throb she lost the grip, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around Rocky as if there was a danger of him leaving her as her tail shuddered and her belly began to tremble.
She could hear both twins gasp as they saw the big cat become still except for twitches along his striped body and the rhythmic clench of his hefty pouch. For a while there was nothing to see but a bunny writhing in bliss under their pet, until Ann reached her limit and Rocky’s load began to squirt around the cock pumping it in. Her tender young cunny felt like it had been scrubbed raw and the sensation of warm goo flooding her was soothing and intensely arousing at the same time. She allowed herself to catch her breath and just savor the big cat’s load as Rocky gave a few lusty growls against her throat. It was only when he released his tentative grip on her neck and began to lick it that she realized she was clinging to his neck and that the tiger might want to get up…