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“How are you still drinking that stuff?” asked Charlie as he watched the tigress sip on her fifth frozen margarita from the bar. “It’s 11 AM.” The mouse had a look of concern on his face; his brows furrowed and his mouth turned into a teeny tiny frown as his eyes followed the final glob of slushed lemony alcohol as it slid down the side of the tilted glass and into Alex’s mouth like the passengers of the Titanic sliding down the main deck into the North Atlantic.

The tigress smacked her lips as she swallowed the last bit of her “mi quinta margarita”. With her glass emptied, she set it down on the ground beside her sunlounger and let out a sigh as she leaned back and took in the tropical sun at the pool of the Royal Palms Beach Resort. “It’s good shit, Charlie,” Alex said and turned to look at her concerned mouse friend with a smile. “Relax, we’re on HOLIDAY, day drinking is culture in the Caribbean.” She chuckled.

Charlie had no idea whether or not what the tigress said was true, it sounded wrong, but it also sounded like something plausible. The mouse’s brows furrowed even more and stayed that way as he mulled it over in his head. His brows relaxed when he finally came to what probably should have been his conclusion from the moment that he heard the tigress say it. 

“That… Can’t be true.” The mouse dismissed the tigress and leaned back in his chair to enjoy the sun and salty air on his fur and skin. He was ready to leave it there, tune everything out and listen to the sound of the waves in the distance and the seagulls that circled the sky above the resort, looking for someone foolish enough to walk out into the open with any sort of carb whatsoever. But Alex, being at the very least tipsy from her drinks, wasn’t quite done. 

“Yuh-huh… It is. The bartender told me. And he’s a Caribbean local, why would he lie?” Alex giggled to herself as she turned around to look toward the bar where the bartender was stationed, cleaning glasses and doing his usual day-shift bartender things. Alex considered going over to get another frozen margarita from him, but when she turned back to look at Charlie, she felt a little bit bad about drowning herself in the tasty tasty alcoholic drink and leaving the mouse as the only sober one on the premises. After deciding against it, she let out a happy sigh and looked ahead at the almost deserted beach just a few minutes walk from where she was now. Usually, Alex would prefer being on the beach, but with the beach bar not opening until noon at the very least, she had to settle for sex by the pool instead of sex on the beach. 

“It’s not, no one else is drinking,” Charlie said with a chuckle as she shook his head slowly. Charlie looked off into the distance too, but instead of the beach, he was looking a little bit closer, at the pool. The sun was starting to feel a bit hot on him and a dip in the bright blue pool sounded like the best thing ever right now. 

“I said it was local culture, didn’t I? We’re in a touristy place, of course, the people here aren’t going to know anything about culture.” The tigress scoffed as if she were a born and raised Bahamian and rolled her eyes at Charlie before she decided to drop the subject. “Whateverrrrrrrrr. I’m just trying to enjoy my VACATION. Sue me for having a drink when it’s still the AM.” The tigress grumbled and folded her arms over her chest. Doing so, she inadvertently pushed her breasts up and created even more cleavage in her already revealing red bikini. 

Charlie, being Charlie, found himself staring at Alex’s tits as she pushed them up. Who could blame him? The tiger had a nice set, one that he, a rodent of incredible homosexual status, would not mind making boat engine noises on with his mouth. Red was such an attractive and eye-catching color, too, which made it harder for the mouse to ignore even if he tried. Alex knew what she was doing when she chose to wear a bikini in her color. He was only able to stare for a handful of seconds, however, as something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. His eyes very quickly darted from Alex’s breasts to this new eye-catcher in his peripheral.

Whatever it was that had taken the mouse’s attention away from his tiger friend had to have been impressive, because he stared, turned his head to follow it, and even bit his lip as he turned all the way forward to look toward the pool again. He leaned forward in his sunlounger and pulled his sunglasses slightly down his face, too just so he could get an unfiltered and unpolarized look. 

“ALEX!” Charlie whisper-shouted and reached his hand over to gently tap her on her thigh. He was gentle at first, but when the tigress didn’t respond fast enough, he slapped her thighs like bongos, to which Alex yelped and swatted his hand away. 

“Ow! What?” Alex snarled her teeth at Charlie and turned to look at him with furrowed brows and a generally unhappy expression. She tried to look around to see what he could have been excited about, but she couldn’t see anything, which only made her brows furrow harder and her tail flicker against the ground in annoyance.

“It’s HIM again…” the mouse said with a swoony tremble in his voice as he stared at one of the hotel employees that he had been crushing on like a 90s teenager and that one member of N-SYNC with ramen noodles for hair. Usually, when people crushed on hotel employees, it’d be a pool boy, lifeguard, or one of those hunks hired to perform those pyro shows on the beach at night, but not Charlie, he had his sights set on the hotel manager. And it wasn’t because boinking with the hotel manager would open doors for him to stay at the hotel free of charge, he wasn’t interested in that, it just so happened to be that the hunkiest and hottest man on the property was him, and Charlie wanted all of it in his mouth. He was a wolf, too, one of the mouse’s types for a couple of reasons. 

Alex raised her brows and looked in the direction that Charlie was looking in and slowly nodded when she saw him. She gave the hotel manager an ogle and even pulled her shades down her snout the same way her mouse friend did. That wolf was muscular, tall, and always covered in a thick film of sweat that made his fur shine. He was everywhere, all the time, too, a very attentive hotel manager that strived for every guest to have the best experience possible. He patrolled the pool to make sure everything was in order before he circled back around and headed straight toward the tigress and the mouse. 

“HE’S COMING. ALEX, HE’S COMING.” Charlie panicked when he made eye contact with the wolf and he gave him a smile and a wave as he approached. He was still a hotel pool’s distance away, so the mouse turned to Alex quickly as if she would miraculously know what to do. 

“Just ask for his number already, gosh.” Alex rolled her eyes at the mouse but had a smirk spread across her lips as she watched Charlie panic. 

“I CAN’T, HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A PROFESSIONAL. HE WON’T GIVE IT TO ME.” Charlie continued to whisper panic and considered running and jumping into the pool to escape the approaching hottie. But his overthinking took too much time, and merely a few seconds later, the wolf, dressed in his tropical button-up shirt and hotel-issued suit jacket over top of it, had the toothiest smile on his face as he stopped right in front of the cat and mouse. 

“Good morning, Miss Marx,” the wolf looked at Alex and gave her a quick nod. He then turned to Charlie, who tried his best to play it as cool as he could, but the red hot on his face wouldn’t go away no matter what he did. Surely, he could pass it off as a side effect of the tropical heat. With a smile spread across his face as the wolf’s gaze met with his, Charlie gave him a small wave not dissimilar to what Queen Elizabeth II of England used to do. Once he realized how stupid his wave looked, he very quickly dropped his hand down and continued smiling at the wolf. 

“And Mister Padano, I trust everything is to your liking?” the wolf smiled at him in a way that was different from how he smiled at Alex; it was still hospitable and welcoming, but there was an aura of slyness that Charlie couldn’t decode. It felt like that wolf knew something that he didn’t, but there was also a possibility that it was all in his head.

With a lump the size of an apple in his throat, Charlie cleared it with a cough, before he replied. “Yes! Everything is perfect, your hotel is perfect, you are per-. The perfect manager!!!! Good job!” The mouse panicked when he almost had a Freudian slip and ended up very weirdly yelling the bundle of his compliments to the hot wolf hotel manager. He couldn’t decide which would have been more embarrassing, and when he was done talking, he sat there, staring at the wolf like a scared-to-death student who had been called to the front of the class to answer a difficult mathematical equation that he had no idea how to do because he hadn’t been paying attention in the class. 

Alex glanced at Charlie, and when she saw that he was panicking like a computer with a problem that its kernel couldn’t fix; she swooped in to help like the great wingman she was. “So!” the tigress interjected, “Is there still going to be a boat trip? I saw a bulletin announcement about it by the breakfast bar.” The tigress raised a singular brow at the wolf. The wolf turned to look at her and gave her an uncertain look, Charlie turned to look at her, too. He knew she had to have something brewing in that head of hers, but he wasn’t so sure what it was. 

The wolf shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He looked disappointed, which was not a good sign for what Alex had planned. With a rub to his temple, he looked at both Alex and Charlie and replied. “Nah, as much as I would like to, none of our guests have signed up for it today, so this captain has an empty ship, and an empty ship doesn’t leave port. Hotel policy needs at least one guest on the boat for us to take it out.” 

Alex was a little disappointed at first when she heard that the yacht trip was canceled due to no sign-ups. But when the hotel manager said that only one guest was needed for him to be able to captain the fancy boat out to sea, her ears perked up and she very quickly interrupted Charlie, who was about to say how sorry he was to hear that, like an idiot. 

“Padano can go!” the tigress said without even an ounce of hesitation, to which Charlie, turned to look at her with a death stare as if to ask her “What the fuck are you DOING?”.

“Really?” the wolf’s ears perked up and his tail started to wag behind him when he realized that his boat trip might not have to be canceled after all. Charlie turned to look at him and saw how happy he looked and felt like he couldn’t say no. But even if he did say no, it wouldn’t have been a stern “NO!”, it would have been more akin to “Oh my god, no, stoooooooop it!” with a very playful and bashful tone, just to disguise the fact that he was crushing hard on that wolf. He didn’t want to seem too eager, even though he probably would do anything just to taste the sweat dripping off the wolf’s balls if he had the chance.

As nonchalantly as he could, the mouse shifted his eyes from the tigress to look at the happy hotel manager. He pretended to think about it, too, as if he had anything else on his schedule for the day. “Yeah! That sounds cool! I love big ball- Boats…. What can I say?” the rodent started laughing nervously after he caught himself mid-slip again. Luckily for him, it did not seem like the wolf heard what almost came out of his mouth, and with a happy clap of his hands together, he nodded. “That’s GREAT! It’ll be just us two boys out on the water, I have a good feeling that we might even see some wild dolphins today too.” 

Charlie smiled and nodded along as the wolf excitedly went over some of the details of what they could see out in the vast open ocean. He went just a little wide-eyed when the wolf said it would be just the two of them on the water, however, and he turned to look at Alex as if to maybe ask for some help. But all Alex did was wink at him and give him a sneaky little thumbs up. When he realized that Alex’s wingman abilities were exhausted, he turned back to look at the wolf again, only to see him extend a hand out to him and that toothy smile spread all across his lips. 

“C’mon, I’ll show you to the yacht. It’s got a full kitchen, three bedrooms, and a HOT TUB. You’ll love it.” 

“N-Now?” Charlie asked, looking up at the wolf with very innocent and twinkly eyes. His sunglasses were almost off of his nose at this point, and the wolf, being the very helpful person he was, pushed them back up the mouse’s snout just enough for them to not be in danger of falling and breaking. 

God, could a man be any more attractive?

“Of course! We’re scheduled to leave at noon, and I need to take you through a safety briefing first. The faster we get going, the more time we have on the water!” he chirped.

Charlie glanced at Alex one last time, this time, Alex smiled at him and nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll be fine here! I can probably go for a sixth margarita. Go have your alone time with our very attentive hotel manager here!” Alex tried her best not to snicker at the last part of her sentence, but she couldn’t help it. She felt proud of her work and she couldn’t wait to hear all the juicy details from the mouse once he was back. 

Flustered beyond belief, Charlie took the wolf’s hand and stood up. He and the wolf manager then walked off together into the distance, toward the beach where the yacht was docked. Alex gave Charlie and the hotel manager one last wave before they disappeared from view. She could only hope that the yacht was designed to withstand extreme rocking coming from one of the three bedrooms, or the full kitchen if that hotel manager was a bit kinky. The thought of it alone made her giggle a little.

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The tigress’s sixth margarita tasted just as good as the first five, the sour lime, the slightly bitter tequila, and the sweetness of the syrup blended together remarkably well. It was no pina colada, arguably the best cocktail ever, but it was up there! Margaritas were the only way Alex could enjoy tequila without being reminded of that one time when she drank so many tequila shots with her high school friends that she blacked out and woke up the next morning at home with zero recollection of any of the night’s events. For a while after that, Alex even had trouble saying the word “tequila” without gagging. Luckily, she could say it with no problem now, though the flashbacks still remained as a reminder to never fuck around and find out when it came to any bottle with anything close to a sombrero on it. And that includes hot sauces, too.

With her margarita glass against her lips, she sipped happily as she watched the empty pool in front of her slowly get busier and busier as the sun got closer to its highest point in the sky. She watched as couples, singles, and even families played in the pool. And while watching this one kid trip over himself and fall into the pool was funny, she started to get bored and regretted sending her mouse friend off to sail the Atlandick Ocean just a little. With a quick swig to down the rest of her frozen drink, she let out a sigh as she pondered what to do. 

As her eyes scanned the pool area, something caught her eye and made her raise a curious eyebrow. It was a resort staff member that she hadn’t seen before, someone new. A dog boy; tall, muscular, shirtless, but with a collar on. Alex thought he might have been another hotel guest at first, but then she saw him pick up a pool skimmer to remove leaves from the pool once the family swimming in it had left for the beach. Alex could not take her eyes off him. He had cuff bracelets on that matched his collar, and large hoop earrings that to her surprise, actually looked pretty good on him. The tigress leaned forward in her sunlounger again, but this time she took her sunglasses off completely. 

So much for making fun of the mouse and his hotel staff crush, because Alex might have just found her very own. 

Maybe her pondering from earlier wasn’t “what” to do, but rather “who”. 

After putting her empty margarita glass down, the tigress got up from her sunlounger, and with her sunglasses in hand, walked over to approach that sexy pool boy. 

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Introductions were minimal, after Alex approached the pool boy, she smiled and asked him what he was doing. The dog, clearly having had to answer that very same question hundreds of times from people who were mostly children, looked just a tad perplexed that a grown woman would be asking him that. But he answered with a smile as he scooped the loose leaves out of the pool to keep it looking immaculate. “Just keeping the pool clean, ma’am.” 

Alex nodded and watched as the last few leaves were scooped out from the pool. She took a few seconds to think of what to say next. Before any awkward silence could begin, she continued. “With that long stick?” the tigress bit her lip almost instinctively, something she often did when she was flirting with someone. 

“Yes ma’am.” The dog boy replied as he flung the leaves in the net off into the bushy area where they came from. He seemed disinterested in the tiger, although that could have very well been attributed to the fact that he had a job to do and just wanted to get it done. He stood by the pool and held the skimmer by his side like a trident. He kept a keen eye on the pool to see if there were any other contaminants, but the tigress in front of him was blocking his view of the pool just enough for him to have to look at her instead. With a raised brow, and a hand up to brush his dreadlocks out of his eyes, “Is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?” he asked, half hoping that the tigress would just leave him to his job so he could get it done faster and go on his break, and half hoping that she’d ask him for a quick fuck. But that sort of stuff only ever happened in porn. His expression started with indifference but slowly shifted toward annoyance the longer he waited for a response from the tigress. 

Alex had the perfect way to lure the dog in for some fun with her; a writing teacher once told her to “Show, don’t tell” and she stuck to his teaching on that ever since. Who knew that it would be such an adaptable concept? The tigress put her hands on her hips for a moment as she looked up at the dog boy’s collar and the barely visible nametag embedded into it. 

“Listen, Reese.” The tigress said with a coy smile spread across her face. She took a couple of steps forward, which brought the tigress close enough to the dog boy to touch him, and reached a hand forward to grab at the crotch area of his black swim trunks, aiming right for where she calculated where the balls would be. And she was right on the mark; her fingers curled around Reese’s large orbs through his swim trunks. Her grip was firm, yet gentle, and she handled his balls with such tenderness and care that she even rolled them around in her fingers a bit, too. 

Reese tensed up slightly and instinctively took one-half of a step back, as if he was going to step away but realized what was happening last-minute. The look of annoyance on his face shifted to a smug smile as he was sure he would be able to predict what was going to come out of that tigress’s mouth next. Something, something, “I do have something you could help me with,” and then either a very direct way of asking him to fuck her or a vague way that was layered deep in innuendoes.

He raised a curious brow at her and waited to hear what he already knew.  

“I do have something you could help me with,” Alex said with a smile.

Bingo. 

Alex gave the dog’s balls a tug, which made him let out an “unf” and bite his lip. His smug smirk got smugger and he could feel his dick slowly getting coaxed out of his sheath as the tiger played with his fat nuts. 

“These seem a bit full.” The tigress said in a sultry whisper. She looked down at the dog’s crotch as she fondled it, “When’s your next break?” she purred. She then looked up at him to see what his response would be. Reese looked around for a moment to make sure that he wasn’t being watched by any of the higher-ups or his co-workers, and once the coast was clear, he returned his gaze to the pool that he had been cleaning, then back to the promiscuous hotel guest in front of him holding him by the balls. “Well, if you let me put this skimmer away, my break can be right now, ma’am.”

The tapered tip of Reese’s knotted dick pushed against his swim trunks and tented them out, noticing that, the tigress brought her other hand to tend to that, too. With a purr as she got a preview of his manhood’s length and girth, she let go of his dick and balls and nodded. “Lead the way, pool boy.” She cooed. 

With a chuckle, Reese used a hand to adjust his swim trunks to hide the massive boner that he was sporting. He tucked his dick underneath the waistband of his trunks and walked off to put the pool skimmer away. Alex watched as he walked away, chewed on the temple tip of her sunglasses, and stared at the bulge that remained in his swim trunks as the distance between them grew. Once the pool boy was a non-suspicious distance away from her, she put her sunglasses on and followed him. 

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The dog led the tigress toward the back of the resort, through a few “Staff Only” doors. He made a pit stop at a shed where the pool cleaning supplies were kept to drop off his trident, then walked for a few more minutes until he and the tigress were in a secluded enough spot at the back of the resort that no one would be able to see. It was by some garbage bins, but they didn’t care. 

With his back against the brick wall, Reese let the tigress fondle him more. He tensed up as her hands moved all over his torso, then down to his crotch where she had left some unfinished business. Even after the long walk from the guest-accessible areas of the resort to where they were now, the dog still maintained his hard-on. His dick was fully out of its sheath, his balls were eager to be emptied, and both of them responded with twitches and throbs to the tigress’s touch. 

Being eager, too, the tigress spent only a few seconds groping and fondling her new friend’s junk through his swim trunks. With a huff, she looked up at him as if to ask permission, but quickly looked back down as she slipped her fingers underneath his waistband and pulled them down. 

‘Fwwwwwp.’ 

The sound of his dry swim trunks rubbing against his short fur as it slid down his waist, then his thighs, was the only sound that was louder than the tigress’s purrs. She let out a small gasp as his dick flopped free like a giant German sausage stuffed into an overcrowded deli fridge at the supermarket. It was hefty, redder than an escort’s red lipstick, and could probably rival the size of that penis-shaped rocket the former CEO of Amazon rode in. Luckily, Alex’s hands were already there to catch his dick as it flopped free of its fabric prison. It landed in the tigress’s hands with a meaty slap and was almost the length of her forearm. The smell of his dick fumigated the air around them with a thick cloud of musk that made the tigress salivate. Her nose wiggled and danced and she licked her lips to stop a string of drool that was just about to drip down her chin. She looked up at Reese after about a minute of basking in his dick stink and smiled. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re hung,” Alex bit her lip, gave the cock in her hand a firm squeeze around his yet-to-be-inflated knot, and then brought that very hand to her nose for a sniff. Getting a whiff of his more concentrated scent made her knees wobble and a dark wet spot appear clear as day on her red bikini bottoms. Now the tigress wasn’t the only one with a dancing nose. Reese’s big, rubbery, and pink dog nose sniffed out her pussy like a bloodhound sniffing out its target. His dick throbbed harder with each sniff, and when Alex took one hand off of his dick to peel her bikini bottoms away, the sight of her sticky and stringy pussy juice acting like glue that kept them on had him going just a little weak in the knees, too. 

Alex noticed how his dick’s twitching and his sniffs were in-sync and smirked. She also noticed that his gaze had dropped down a lot lower than before. “See something you like?” she said with a purr. She peeled her bikini bottoms further down her thighs and eventually kicked them off completely. She then used the hand that she had gripped around the pool boy’s cock to push it downward just enough to wedge it right in between her legs. Reese let out a soft huff through his nose as he felt the warmth of Alex’s thighs around his cock. And once he was hotdogged right up against her pussy lips, getting her pussy juice smeared all over his schmeat, he leaned his head back and moaned. 

“Hhhhnmmf…”

Alex grinned wide; that moan was as good an answer as any. She slipped her hand down from his dick to his balls and gave them another firm tug. “Now, let’s see how good you are with this thing, then, huh?” 

Reese’s break was only 15 minutes, but 15 minutes was plenty of time to give that tiger lady what she wanted, and then some. Probably.

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The sound of clapping cheeks echoed from the back of the trash cans along with moans and grunts that anyone who walked by would have been able to hear. Reese was fucking Alex from behind, with his hands at her hips, and his hips slamming into that plump and plush tiger booty. His red rocket slid all the way inside of Alex with each thrust forward, only to be pulled out almost in its entirety when he reeled his hips back. The tigress had a tight pussy; her walls gripped around the dog’s meat so eagerly that he had some trouble trying to pull back out in preparation for the next thrust back in. He had to put in extra strength to fight with her insane lip grip that had the pink flesh of her pussy walls peeking out a little bit with each pull back. Once he got into a rhythm, however, it was smooth sailing, and his balls slapped against her like an aggressive Pizzaiolo kneading the shit out of his pizza dough. His balls slapped against her so hard that it sounded like someone was slapping silly putty around behind the bins. 

‘Plap! Plap! Plap!’ 

Reese’s had a big dick, and with a big dick, came just a little bit of bulging of Alex’s abdomen each time he bottomed out inside her. 

Gone was the confident and sultry tigress seducing a pool boy. In her place, was a dick-drunk and ditzy tigress whose moans were about to get them caught. But who could blame her? Reese’s dick dove deep into her depths and pressed every single one of her buttons just the right way to make her beg him for more. With a hand on one of the trash bins in front of her, the tiger draped her tail over the dog’s shoulders, clenched her pussy around his dick tighter each time he pulled out, and did her best not to immediately cream herself when she hadn’t even felt his knot start to inflate yet. 

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh…” Her moans were getting a little out of hand and had Reese looking left and right cautiously as he continued to pound her pussy hard. Spotting a couple of fellow employees in the distance, he reached his hand forward to stuff his fingers into Alex’s mouth to help regulate the volume of her moans. 

“AaaahhhhrrRRRMMPHH!”

“We’re going to get caught if you keep being so loud,” Reese said in a soft whisper as he pumped his dick in and out of Alex, grunting, huffing, and moaning as he felt all of the tigress’s internal textures, ridges, and bumps with his rod. The way her pussy squeezed his dick had him wondering to himself how long the tigress was staying at the hotel. As he pumped his dick in and out of her, he could feel his knot starting to inflate as he got closer and closer to his climax. He thrusted harder, faster, and even a little bit deeper; his tapered dick tip bulging out the tigress’s abdomen quite significantly as he pushed in to close the tiny couple-centimeter gap that was left in between him and the tigress he had bent over and fish-hooked in front of him. 

The more Reese’s knot grew, the harder it became for him to push all the way inside the tigress’s cunt. It acted like a speed bump to a car with a very well-tuned suspension at first, being barely noticeable. But as it grew bigger into its onion-like shape, the ride on Reese’s dick became bumpier, and it bulged out the tigress’s belly even more than it already did without the knot. He had to push in harder to get his knot in and pull out the same way to get it out. Alex’s pussy popped like a bottle of champagne getting uncorked and recorked repeatedly, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Reese pulled the finger curled into her mouth back, stretching her cheek and causing her tongue to roll out of her mouth like an overheated dog. Reese’s face was still full of smug as he knot-fucked the tigress, grunting softly as he climbed closer and closer to the finish line. His balls continued to slap against the tigress’s ass and thighs, with sweat flying off of his orbs as they swung back and forth.

“Mrrhnn.”

The knot-fucking was what pushed Alex over the threshold. She was weak for knots, and having one pop in and out of her like the cap to an ADHD kid’s pen, had her losing her mind and control of certain muscles in her body. Her knees buckled and her right hand swung back to press against Reese’s toned stomach as if she were trying to stop him. Saliva ran down from her open mouth and her tits swung back and forth like pendulum balls, with Reese’s nuts acting as the first ball swinging in with the momentum. 

‘Plap, plap, plap!’

With her climax soon approaching, the tigress was left a gooey mess. Drooling from her mouth and pussy, her heart raced and her clenches happened in much quicker succession. Her pussy was instinctively trying to milk the dog of all his seed, and it was working; his knot had inflated close to its full size just as he pulled his hips back. When he pushed back in again, it inflated a smidge more, which was just enough for it to lock itself inside the tigress’s love canal. He pulled back instinctively, but his dick did not budge. He stopped, and let out a big guttural grunt as his balls tucked upward and his dick throbbed almost violently inside of her pussy. 

There was a few seconds of nothingness at first, but then after the third tuck upward of his nuts, out came a warmth that spread deep inside the tigress. 

‘Spurt, splurt, splort.’ 

“Hunnnfffnngghh.”

Feeling the warmth of the dog’s cum filling her had the tigress’s eyes rolling into the back of her head again, she let out a muffled moan as her legs trembled and her pussy clenched around the knotted dog dick inside her over and over again. She squirted a few times; her warm, musky ropes of clear and thick femcum splashed onto Reese’s pelvis, making a bit of a mess of his fur and his swim trunks that were still clinging to his knees. The tigress shot out five squirts in total before her moans died down into heavy pants as she flailed her arms around trying to find something to lean against. 

‘Psshhh, pssssssshhhhh, pssssshhhhhhhhhhh, pssssssshhhh, psssssh.’

Reese’s tongue fell out of his mouth as he dumped his load inside the tigress. Rope after rope of his virile and hot seed painted the tigress’s temple a cloudy shade of white. After about a minute, his ropes slowed down as he filled her womb to the brim, without even a drop of it escaping thanks to the magical evolutionary breeding guarantee tool he had at the base of his dick. As the seed gauge on his nut sack hovered over the E, Reese let his finger in Alex’s mouth fall free and brought both of his hands to squeeze her firmly at her hips. He tried his best to support her since she was going to be stuck to him for at least a half-an-hour. They were way over his break allowance at this point, but it wasn’t like his boss was around to reprimand him; he was too busy being on a boat. 

“Your pussy is pretty poggers, ma’am. No cap.” Reese said through his deep breaths through his nose. He gave the tigress’s hips a squeeze before he lifted her up and took a few steps forward so that she could lean a little more comfortably over the trash bins in front of her. 

With heavy breaths, the tigress chuckled and did a little thumbs up as a reply to the pool boy and his Gen Z lingo. When she was finally able to put cohesive sentences together, she said; “Wh-Hhhhahhh… Where did you learn to fuck like that, kid?”

Reese had half the mind to say something about learning how to fuck like that from Fortnite just to jab back at her for calling him a kid, but he decided against it and instead gave her ass another firm squeeze, said nothing, and just took it as the high-praise that it was. 

“So, how long will you be staying with us at the Royal Palms, ma’am?”

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Five Hours Later

“Mmmmhmmm, mi decimo margarita…” the tigress said with a purr and a hiccup that followed. She was on her tenth margarita in total for the day. It was a little after 5 PM, and the sun was still out, but it was starting to approach the golden hour. She sat in her sunlounger with a purple orchid in her hair and a margarita glass right up against her lips. She sipped happily as she watched the slowly sink into the sea. She wasn’t by the pool anymore, instead, she was on the beach, with sand in her hair and all over her red bikini. But she didn’t care, she was feeling great. She was perfectly content to lie there and enjoy what little sunlight remained. She took another sip of her margarita before she set it down on the sand and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she could see a shadow looming over her, even with her eyes closed. A little annoyed that someone or something was blocking the last bit of UV rays of the day, the tigress opened her eyes with furrowed brows and an annoyed expression on her face.

“Do you mind?” Alex asked with an almost hostile tone in her voice, but the source of the shadow got closer to her, she realized that it was Charlie, who had just come back from his boat ride with the hotel manager. The mouse gave Alex a little wave, then gave the wolf hotel manager a wave as he continued walking past them back to the resort. The wolf waved back, and Charlie had this look on his face that Alex recognized as him falling head-over-heels for him. Alex smiled, waved back to Charlie and the hotel manager, and then watched Charlie as he continued approaching her.

The mouse let out a happy sigh as he sat down on the empty lounger next to Alex and stared off into the sunset. He twiddled with his thumbs and had a smile spread on his face that the tigress was pretty sure he didn’t notice was getting bigger as time went on. 

Alex gave the mouse about a minute to maybe start spilling the beans, but he sat there in silence, happily staring at nothing like he was in his very own world. Alex squinted her eyes at him as she noticed some very suspicious markings on his shoulder. To her eyes, they looked like love bites, and when she put two and two together, she couldn’t help but grin. 

“Look at you smiling like an idiot. So, are you going to tell me about it or what?” Alex said with a chuckle. 

Charlie jumped a little bit when he heard Alex’s voice and he turned to look at her with innocently raised eyebrows that tried their darndest to convey to her that nothing out of the ordinary happened. “Huh? Oh, yeah! The yacht was really cool, we actually did get to see some wild dolphins, it was amazing.” Charlie smiled even more just talking about it and he even curled his toes, too. It was obvious that he was hiding something; he was acting like Amber Heard on the witness stand, except he never took a dump in anyone’s bed.

Alex threw her towel at him and he let out a squeak. “Hey! What was that for?” 

“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Alex asked with a raised eyebrow and an inquisitive tilt of her head. Her grin grew wider the longer it took Charlie to respond, and by the time he did, she was already grinning ear-to-ear. 

“We didn’t!!! He was a gentleman and we just sailed around the island!” Charlie tried to deny it, oblivious to the fact that there was physical evidence on him, literally. 

Not satisfied with her friend’s answer, the tigress rolled her eyes and pointed to the mouse’s shoulder. “Uh-huh, a gentleman who bites, huh? Next you’re going to tell me a shark did that.” Alex cackled. “You totally fucked him.” 

Charlie panicked and turned to look at his shoulder. When he realized what the tigress saw, he quickly grabbed the towel that was just thrown at him and used it to cover up the evidence. His face turned a bright red and he slunk into his lounger out of embarrassment. He didn’t stay embarrassed for long, however, as the more he thought back on it, the more he smiled. 

“Okay, okay, FINE, we did a little bit of messing around.” The mouse admitted, after which he hid his face in the towel covering up his torso and squealed like an excited schoolgirl.

“Tch.” The tigress rolled her eyes again, picked her margarita back up from the sand, and downed it in one go. She let out a satisfied sigh before she pushed herself up onto her feet and walked over to her mouse friend to offer him her hand. “C’mon. Let’s go get dinner, I’m kind of hungry.” 

Charlie kept his face buried in the towel until he heard Alex say she was hungry, after which he pulled his face from the towel to look at her. When she offered her hand to help him get up, he reached for it. However, just as his hand was about to go into hers, he noticed something creeping out from the edge of Alex’s bikini bottoms; a thick, white, and viscous fluid. He was puzzled for only a short moment before he sniffed and looked up at Alex with a very accusatory stare once he realized what it was.  

Alex, realizing she had been found out, too, grabbed the mouse’s hand, pulled him up to his feet, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You tell me about yours and I’ll tell you about mine.” For some reason, the way that the tigress whispered into his satellite dish ears made the fur on the back of his neck stand up. 

He was suddenly quite eager for dinner. 

The two headed back toward the resort as the sun sunk into the sea behind them. As they walked, Charlie asked, “Can I guess who it was?” 

Alex chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, but you’re never going to get it right.” As they walked back by the pool, Reese was there, cleaning out the leaves from it again. Alex did her best not to look at him, to not give Charlie any hints, but she couldn’t help it. Especially not when Reese looked at her and winked at her, too. 

“Was it a hotel guest?” Charlie started guessing. 

“I thought you were supposed to guess? Not interrogate me about it.” Alex shook her head and winked back at Reese as she walked past the pool and toward the main hotel building where she and Charlie could get showered and ready for dinner. 

“Oh my GOD and you were making fun of me for the manager!” Charlie playfully smacked Alex’s shoulder. 

Alex let out a chuckle and shook her head, “I didn’t even say anything.” The two got into the elevator, pressed the floor of their rooms, and as the elevator doors closed, Alex saw Reese again, this time, he was facing the elevator and adjusting his swim trunks in a way that made the bulge of his sheath more pronounced. Charlie, who was still looking at Alex and trying to figure her out, gave her a confused look when he saw her bite her lip. He turned to the elevator doors just to see them closing, missing out on intel that would have helped him with his guess again. 

“Were you just looking at him?????”

“Yep,” Alex said through a heated sigh.

“Fuck! I didn’t see him!!! Open the doors again!!!” Charlie mashed his finger on the open button for the elevator doors, but it was too late, the elevator had was already going up. 

“I told you I would just tell you at dinner,” Alex said with a laugh. 

“Finnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne.” The mouse grumbled as he gave up. Alex chuckled again and the smile spread on her face grew the more she thought back about that pool boy, the same way Charlie was smiling about the hotel manager not even ten minutes earlier. 

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Art by Inu-Sama 

Reese by Inu-Sama