This story was written to take place before Tygra's true sexual preference had been known by the others. It describes what happened that night when Tygra "took" Bengali hunting that one night. Adults only, please. Enjoy!

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It had been almost two months since the arrival of the 3 Thundercats to-be, Bengali, Pumrya, and Lynx-O, and all were fitting in with the group very well. Cheetara finally had another female her age to share her inner-most secrets with. Lynx-O's could share his wisdom of the ages with the group, and Bengali's blacksmithing and enthusiasm were unmatched. If their training continued as planned, all three could be annointed by Lion-O as the three newest Thundercats within just 30 days.

While Lion-O's duty was to oversee the training for all three new members, each one still had a mentor from whom they would learn specific things. It was Cheetara's responsibility to train Pumyra. With the amount of time they had to spend together training, the two quickly became friends. She showed the Thundercat-in-training how to use her strength in ways she hadn't thought of before: not brute force and head-to-head, but smartly. Such as using the enemy's momentum against him and that quickness wins battles.

Panthro trained Lynx-O. The two would discuss battle tactics and vehicle designs. Lynx-O worked with Panthro on building a machine that helped to analyze combat situations, conduct scans, and compile the data. With this machine, the Cats would be more prepared and better able to respond in a combat situation.

Finally, Tygra. It was his duty to train Bengali. This was both a boon and a curse to the architect, because Tygra had felt an attraction towards Bengali since the first day he laid eyes on the studly Siberian tiger. And Tygra's attraction only grew as he trained Bengali; helping to develop the new Cat's muscles in the weight room and helping to refine his wrestling skills on the mat (which Tygra LOVED--pressing his body against Bengali's). Tygra couldn't fight the attraction no matter how hard he tried. Always the practical and conservative member of the group, when alone, Tygra would find himself trying to talk himself out of his feelings more often than not. "The others won't accept me anymore... I must fight this feeling. Bengali has Pumyra already... he would never be interested in a relationship with me. What am I doing!? What is wrong with me!?" But Tygra's feelings for Bengali only grew, and he would fantasize all the time about sex with the new Thundercat in any way possible. Tygra had been in relationships with some of the Warrior Maidens, yet something was missing there. The passion. He knew deep down that he was more attracted to males than females, but his practical mind continued to drive his actions and force him into relationships he eventually found unfulfilling and a waste of time. He came to the realization that he did it only to present a good image to the others.

Tygra loved to look at male bodies, especially those of muscular guys like Lion-O and often Tygra would fantasize about sex with Lion-O, but he knew he would never get any from the Lord of the Thundercats--"the very idea of it could have me banished," he thought. But working so closely with such a studly Cat as Bengali only drove Tygra over the edge. He had to give in to his feelings, his desires. He had to come up with a plan, a real plan, that he could use to get Bengali to have sex with him. Then he had it!

Everyone was sitting down to one of Snarf's wonderfully prepared meals. The mood was lighthearted as there hadn't been any evil deeds attempted by Mum-ra in quite some time. Lion-O was the first to speak, "We're entering the final 30 days of training for the new Thundercats, and I must say so far I have been very impressed with the progress." He smiled and glanced around the table, "Tygra, what do you have planned for Bengali's training tomorrow?"

Tygra was drawn out of his day-dream. "Hmmm. Well, I thought I'd take Bengali hunting. It's a bit off the official plan, but we Thundercats need to be flexible and able to respond to unplanned situations." Bengali stopped eating to hear what was in store for him and he looked across at Tygra.

Lion-O asked, "That sounds interesting. What are you going to hunt?"

Tygra gazed into Bengali's eyes for a moment, then smiled mischieviously. "I thought we'd go back to our roots and hunt not with technology, but with our strength and wits. We'll be going on a 2 or 3 day trip into the wild lands to hunt beasts and live off the land." He smiled, as he knew this was going to be great. He added, "and it will give me an opportunity to do something I've wanted to do for a long time."

Lion-O nodded his approval and proceeded to ask Cheetara and Panthro their upcoming training plans, which Tygra didn't hear as his mind was busy planning his hunt outing with Bengali.

Tygra quickly finished his meal and excused himself. On his way out, Tygra walked behind Bengali, draped his arms over the white tiger's broad shoulders and onto his well developed chest, and whispered into his ear, "I hope you eat a big meal and sleep well. I'm going to be hard on you the next couple of days." Tygra added, in a low growl, "Rrrrreal hard." Bengali's eyes widened in shock. He swallowed hard.. Tygra strolled out of the room.

The others sat silently. They had not seen Tygra that playful in a while. "I wonder what's up with him?" Panthro asked. "Seems like he certainly has something special planned for you, Bengali." The others chuckled.

The muscular Siberian tiger only nodded in wonder, trying to think of what that special something was.

Late that evening Tygra woke from his restless sleep. He climbed out of bed, his penis fully erect, and took off his boxers, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the lights. His 9-inch cock was thick and throbbing, he touched it gently. He moaned lightly at the pleasure of the touch. "I sure hope I'm doing the right thing." Tygra stared at his body in the mirror, he did like what he saw--his muscular chest, flat stomach, well formed biceps, thick legs, and nice, firm ass. "How could Bengali resist me?" he smiled and ran his hand from his right thigh over his furred balls, his hot rigid cock, and up to his cut chest. Tygra gave one more tug at his throbbing cock, turned off the lights, and tried to fantasize about tomorrow's outing with Bengali.

Tygra and Bengali headed out in the Thundertank early the next day. Since they were to "live off the land," neither packed anything, although Tygra did store some food Snarf had made in a hidden compartment in the back of the tank. After light conversation during the 4 hour drive they arrived at the wild lands. "We're here!" Tygra said with excitement.

"Here?" Bengali asked. "Where is here?" He looked around, confused.

"In the middle of nowhere, of course. The perfect place to train and explore each other." Tygra caught his breath.

Bengali got a confused look on his face. "Huh?"

"I mean, it's the perfect place to train and explore." He smiled weakly. Tygra climbed out of the Thundertank, stretched and let out a loud grrrowl in release. "It feels good to stretch after such a long drive."

Bengali hopped out of the Thundertank and stretched as well. "Ah it sure does!" He massaged his beefy thighs and bent over to grab his ankles to stretch out his back.

Tygra eyed him closely, feeling his cock stir to life. "Um, let's get started." He grabbed the backpack gear, then went and picked up the food and hid it in the backpack as well.

They hiked for about 2 miles in the hot temperature. Although they were primarily in the forest, the high humidity and rugged hike caused quite a workout. Both Thundercats were sweating heavily, their uniforms almost dripping moisture. They hiked side by side, until they found a quiet, relatively clear little area with soft moss on the ground amongst all the trees. "When living off the land, the first thing you need to do is establish a base. I'll be here and set up our camp. Your task is to find a stream or lake closeby where we can get a nice drink and take a quick swim to clean up." Tygra wiped his arm across his wet forehead.

Bengali replied enthusiastically, "Sure thing, Tygra! I'll hurry back." He added, "I know I'm gonna like this training. You've taught me so much already. In the few months we've known each other, I've grown very close to you." Bengali moved forward and grabbed Tygra in a strong hug, holding him close for a moment, patting Tygra on his muscular back, feeling his slick moisture. Tygra pressed his hot body against Bengali's. He wanted so much to grab Bengali's tight ass. At that thought, his cock sprang to life and strained against his skin-tight Thundercat uniform. Tygra released Bengali and bent down to the ground on one knee, trying to hide his now fully erect cock.

"I'll see you soon, Bengali. I think this nice soft moss," he patted the ground, "will make a good area to sleep."

Bengali nodded and took off in search of a pool of refreshing water.

An hour had passed when Bengali returned, dripping with moisture. "I found a nice lake closeby, Tygra! And look, I caught us something to eat too." He held up a decent sized avian.

"Why are you so sweaty?" Tygra wondered.

Bengali replied, "I ran back to camp, since I wanted to show you. It's so stinking hot out."

Tygra eyed Bengali's powerfully built, sweaty body and nodded absent-mindedly. His thoughts wandered to imagining himself rolling around naked with the studly Siberian tiger, licking the sweat off him. Tygra was brought back to reality when his cock stirred to life. "Umm, that's fantastic, you'll have to show me how you caught it. But I've got something for us to eat first, and we can have the bird for dinner." Tygra rummaged around in the backpack and pulled out the food he had packed. "I packed these sandwiches Snarf made. Here ya go," and he handed Bengali two yummy sandwiches.

They ate quickly, not realizing how hungry they really were. "Thanks, Tygra. This was good thinking," Bengali said with a partially full mouth. He pulled at his uniform, which by now had dried and stuck to his fur, making him very uncomfortable.

They finished eating and headed out to the lake. When they got there, Tygra began to climb out of his uniform. "What are you doing, Tygra?" the other Thundercat asked.

"Going swimming. It's better without clothes." Tygra finished stripping, then bent down onto his knees to wash out his dirty clothing. Bengali observed him intently. Tygra stood up and hung his now clean uniform on a nearby tree branch to dry, then he dove into the still lake. A moment later, his wet furry head appeared above the water, "Come on in! The water feels wonderful."

Bengali began to take off his uniform as well, under the watchful eyes of Tygra. He pulled down his clothes to his waist then paused, looking up at Tygra, who pretended not to watch.

"Come on, Bengali. Come on in." He lightheartedly splashed towards the other T-Cat. He said playfully, "Don't worry about it, Benny. We're both guys, what's the big deal?" Tygra hoped that Bengali wasn't going to chicken out.

The Siberian tiger continued to remove his clothing, then washed out his uniform from a kneeling position. "It's not that I'm embarassed, Tygra... I was just thinking." He stood up and walked over to the tree to hang his uniform next to Tygra's. Tygra observed all of Bengali's movements from the cold water and he was beginning to get aroused. Bengali's body was better than he fantasized about, his muscles well-defined, shoulders broad, thighs thick, and his ass was so tight. Then Tygra caught the view he's so longed for, the front, as Bengali turned and came running towards the lake. It happened in slow motion for the now-erect Thundercat, the powerful body heading towards him. Muscles and legs pumping, furred ball sac swinging, and thick cock bouncing. Bouncing. Pumping, Throbbing. Licking. Sucking. Tygra was shaken out of his daze by a wall of water that hit him from Bengali's cannonball into the lake.

Tygra shook the water out of his eyes and looked around for Benny. He was no where to be seen. Suddenly Bengali popped out of the water behind Tygra and pulled him under the water. They struggled together for a bit, Tygra was caught around the waist from behind by Bengali's strong arms. Tygra grabbed and slid Bengali's hands higher on his chest, not wanting Benny to accidentally feel and be surprised by touching his erect cock. He pulled away and splashed Benny, "You silly!"

Benny giggled and splashed back, then dove under the water. Tygra watched the tight ass disappear. He unknowingly tugged at his throbbing cock--even in the cold water, he felt unusually hot due to his intense lust. Tygra climbed out of the water and headed for his clothes. He needed to have Bengali, but he had to wait until later.

Tygra grabbed the damp uniforms, bundled them up and held them in front of his waist to conceal his titanic erection. "Hey Bengali, I'm going to head back to camp. I want to collect some wood to make a fire before it gets dark. I'll bring your uniform back with me too and hang them near the fire to dry."

Bengali waved in acknowledgement. "Sounds good. I'll catch up to you." He noticed how Tygra held the uniforms and he chuckled to himself. "Heh, and he was telling me not to be embarassed." Bengali swam for an hour or so longer, got out, shook himself off, and began the hike back to camp.

It was dusk, and the temperature had dropped quite a bit. Halfway back to camp, Bengali realized just how cold he was. His short, still wet fur, caused him to shiver. He picked up his pace and ran back the rest of the way. When he reached camp, he noticed that Tygra had started a nice fire, and the bird was roasting over it.

Bengali approached the fire, shivering violently and teeth chattering, "H-h-hi T-t-tygra." Tygra, shocked, ran towards the cold cat and embraced him in a hug, rubbing his back to try and warm him. They moved close to the fire.

"Benny, you're freezing. Stand by the fire and rub yourself to warm up. I'll rub your legs and get your circulation pumping again." The white thundercat nodded and began to rub his arms. Tygra knelt down behind Bengali and only then realized what he had done. He put himself in the perfect position to feel Bengali up, and it would look innocent. He smiled mischievously.

Tygra looked at the back of Bengali's thick right thigh. It was beautiful, muscular and just begging to be massaged. He reached out, putting his right hand on the outside of the thigh, and his left hand on the inside of Benny's thigh. He squeezed and massaged, rubbing down from mid-thigh to the knee, and down to the ankle. Bengali's physique was as if carved from stone, well defined and just as hard. The fur was damp and cold, but Tygra didn't notice. He relished the touch of Bengali's muscles and he was going to make the most of this moment. Tygra rubbed back up Benny's right leg, past the knee, back to mid-thigh. He rubbed higher, towards the well-toned ass that stared him in the face. His left hand brushed high along Bengali's inner thigh, brushing against the furry ballsac. Tygra's right hand massaged up the leg and onto Benny's ass. Tygra massaged the solid ass, feeling Bengali flex unconsciously, and he brought his left hand up fully against Benny's balls, coddling them. By this time Tygra was fully erect and throbbing. He moved over and spent some time with the left leg, giving the most attention once again to the wonderful, tight butt.

Tygra moved around in front of Bengali, who stared down into his eyes. "Uh, Tygra? What are you doing?" The white Thundercat asked with a smirk as he continued to rub his now slightly damp burly upper body. But Tygra didn't answer him, only hummed a bit and kept his head tilted low so the other Thundercat's angle of vision couldn't see his monstrous erection. Tygra said in a low voice, "Just trying to keep you warm, that's all." He reached out and began to massage the front of Bengali's left thigh, doing the same as before, down first, then back up. This time he was staring at the candy: Bengali's cock and balls, up close and personal. Tygra rubbed up the beefy leg and brushed against the limp cock, biting his lower lip to contain his excitement. His mind clouded with lust, he leaned forward unconsciously, his face only inches from the hanging meat. He licked out his tongue, stretched it, so close... so close... Tygra closed his eyes.

Bengali bent over Tygra's still body, grabbed him around the waist and rolled to the soft ground. Stunned and awakened from his daze, Tygra sprang onto all fours, but Bengali was quick. Facing towards Tygra's ass, at a slightly perpendicular angle, Bengali grabbed Tygra in a wrestling hold: his left arm ran between Tygra's strong legs from the front, while his right arm went between Tygra's legs from the back. Connecting his hands under the tiger, he pulled upwards to gain leverage against Tygra. Bengali felt it--he couldn't miss it. The thick, hot shaft. Tygra's raging hard-on. His balls drawn tight against his body. For a moment Bengali held his position, his mind racing. Tygra sucked in his breath, not knowing what Bengali would do.

Bengali released his grip, but moved his left hand over to feel Tygra's manhood. For a moment, he wrapped his hand around the throbbing member, rubbed against Tygra's furry balls. Then he pushed Tygra away and sat back on the moss, looking down. He said sheepishly, "Uh, sorry Tygra. I don't know why I felt you up like that. It won't happen again."

Tygra moved toward his buddy, laying his hand against Bengali's chin and tilting up his head. The older Thundercat stared into those beautiful blue eyes. Without saying a word, he moved close and, slowly, gently, lovingly kissed Bengali. Kissed him hard, deep. Tygra's tongue probed into Bengali's mouth, seeking his tongue. Bengali moaned, slightly in surprise and protest, but didn't pull away. He kissed back, cautiously at first. His hands moved behind Tygra's upper neck and he pulled the tiger close. Bengali shifted his body to lay back on the moss, legs spread slightly wide. Tygra laid on top of his strong body, sinking his tongue into Bengali's awaiting mouth. They kissed deeply, passionately.

Bengali's member slowly began to harden into a length and thickness only slightly less than Tygra's. Tygra shifted his position on top to allow Bengali's big prick to rest against the white tiger's body, then he laid back down on top, resuming his kissing. Tygra began to grind his hips against Bengali's furry body. His breathing quickened. Bengali's hands, pressing against Tygra's muscular back, made their way down to his firm ass. The added stimulation only contributed to Tygra's pleasure. It was close, he had to pull away, to prolong his dream. It couldn't end this quickly.

Tygra rolled off his younger friend, easing the pressure of release from his cock. His breathing was ragged. "What's wrong, Tygra? Did I do something wrong?" Benny asked, concerned.

Tygra faced his friend, "Not at all, you hot stud. I just wanted to do something different, that's all. Come here." Tygra got up and walked, cock bouncing with each step, over to the nearby tree. "Kneel down here, and put your hands against the tree like this." Tygra demonstrated.

Bengali, caught up in the moment, nodded and headed over to the tree. Tygra watched Benny's stiff meat the entire way. After he knelt down and placed his hands against the tree, Tygra headed over to the backpack of gear, reached in and pulled out his whip and a bottle. "Uh, Tygra... What are you going to do?"

With a quick flick of his wrist, Tygra's whip shot out and bound Bengali's wrists against the tree trunk. Surprised at the quickness of the attack, Bengali could only struggle in vain. Tygra knelt down behind Bengali and opened the bottle. He moaned slightly as he rubbed some clear liquid along his thick cock. He did the same to Bengali's rigid shaft, taking time to stroke it slowly. Recapping the bottle, he tossed it towards the bag. Tygra reached out and squeezed Bengali's meaty ass. Gripped the beautiful ass and massaged it. It was at that moment Bengali realized what was in store for him.

"Tygra, wait. Tygra!" He pleaded. "This isn't what I want to happen. Please no. I thought we were just playing around." Then he added in a more stern voice, "I don't want this!"

To Tygra, it was too late for Bengali. He had waited so long for this, he had too many nights up late, pulling and stroking his own cock while fantasizing about Bengali's body. "You'll like this, Bengali, I promise. Don't worry." He added, in a lusty growl, "I'm not going to hurt you... Much."

In a swift motion, Tygra mounted Bengali and pressed his hard body against him. The white tiger could feel something hot and prodding between his firm butt cheeks, seeking access. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep secure. Tygra's big cock pushed at the gates. Bengali tried to shake the older cat, to escape the phallus that sought his hole like a sword did its sheath, but Tygra held him fast. Filled with lust, Tygra rammed his cock forward. The dry gates to the white Thundercat's asshole resisted him for a second--but a second only. Under the hammer blow they parted. Tygra's slick cock barrelled in. Bengali screamed as the long log lunged in. The massive weapon sank in to the balls in one great attack. He writhed in pain.

"I am fucking you, Thundercat Bengali," Tygra growled. "You will have me."

The Siberian Thundercat only moaned, feeling his battered, tattered asshole being pierced by the mighty lance that sprouted from his trainer's body. His fists clenched tightly. He hung his head, letting Tygra fill him, use him, rule him. Fire blazed in his body, from his balls to the tip of his throbbing member. He hurt -- this was not the pleasure of screwing Pumyra -- but his cock would not go down, and he could feel his large nuts shifting excitedly around in his thick, furry sack.

Bengali felt open, split, the mighty cock filling him with a burning erotic pleasure. He gave his musky, secret interior to the trainer Thundercat and his cock, the thick throbbing cock.

Tygra pulled out, then paused, until only his cockhead held the entrance open. Bengali squirmed as Tygra ground forward again until he could feel his furry ballsac pressed up against the well-toned ass.

"Does it hurt?" asked Tygra, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes!" Bengali managed to utter through clenched teeth. His cock throbbed against his belly, his balls were drawn up tight against his body. Tygra reached around the imprisoned Bengali and gave several strokes to his rigid meat. The younger tiger could only moan in pleasure. He could feel the hot, furry balls of Tygra against his muscular butt.

Bengali knelt there, his butthole spread by Tygra's pounding cock, his own cock rigid and hard. His legs were parted, and he no longer resisted. The cock filled his rectum, stretched the mucus-lined walls wide. He could

feel the fat prickhead probing between his pelvis, deep inside his body, a

powerful, masterful invader. He could not think, he was in shock from the

penetration, from the experience.

Tygra slid the shaft out of Bengali, then drilled it back in. His muscles a symphony of movement. He began to pump at the other tiger's rear. The white tiger tilted his head back while Tygra drilled his ass. The mucus-lined walls of his rectum wrapped tight round Tygra's invading cock. Bengali's tongue slid out, caressed his lips. Tygra churned in the white tiger's ass, shoving his long pole deep, yanking it out until only the fat prickhead parted Bengali's no-longer-virgin walls.

Faster and faster Tygra began to churn, his eyes clouded with lust. He felt Bengali reaching back to him, felt his heavy sperm-filled balls bouncing against the Bengali's tight, muscular ass. His prickhead buried deep into the tiger felt so far away from him. The arrogant cockshaft shouldered aside Bengali's sphincter, arrowing in, erotic squishing noises coming from where the two Thundercats joined. His balls ached, swollen with cum; how sweet and cool and silky Bengali's butt felt against them as he drove his dick deep into the tiger.

Bengali, hands and claws dug into the bark of the tree, loosened his tight grasp as Tygra's hands, planted firmly against Bengali's burly chest, began to caress and embrace him. As Tygra fucked, pleasure began to flood the white Thundercat. Precum began to drool from his cock. He began to pump his butt backwards, into the raging hard thrusts.

Tygra puffed and snorted, drove with his powerful hips, his fat nine-inch cock up Bengali's violated ass. Onwards and onwards he rose, toward bliss, churning faster, starting to lose his civilization, starting to throw into the white tiger the fucking he desired. Tygra surrendered to his lust, his fantasies, the sensations streaming from his cock.

Bengali clenched his fists, groaned as the tiger began to slam shock wave after shock wave into him. He arched his back, felt Tygra's belly and strong chest against it. He could feel the huge prickhead of the other Thundercat churning somewhere deep inside, riding up and down his dank guts.

Cock slammed into butt, Bengali's vision dimmed with the powerful thrusts. His own cock was stone-hard, dripping a sweet liquid. The occasional tugs Tygra gave it made him want to shoot. Tygra stuffed again and again the slippery thick phallus into his rectum.

Two Thundercats with erect cocks, one buried deep in the other's bucking ass.

Tygra's thrusting power was absolute. Silver jism boiled in their balls, ready

to spill. Bengali pushed his spread ass back into the thrusts wantonly, skewering himself on the shaft of pleasure, questing for more, ever more. Tygra's balls beat a tattoo on his ass. The cock slammed into him. The cock sliced, butted into him.

Time seemed to suddenly stand still.

"Ahh ... shit. Shit fuck. Ahhh... I'm coming." Bengali cried out, fingers curling into a fist. A hot fire blazed in his balls, rose higher like lava up his tubes. A blinding light burst in his skull. He roared, the pleasure too intense. A long squirt of jism, silver Thundercat's cum, a jewel, streamed out. He fired off his load, pumping it and pumping it. Grey ropes of cum netted his chest, stomach, and beefy thighs. Bengali shot and shot, vomiting it out of him, his balls spasming in his orgasm. It went on, he could not stop shooting, the orgasm eternal. The driving force of nine inches of Tygra's thick cock up his ass wouldn't let him break the orgasm.

"Ohh, ohh, it's shooting, I'm blowing it, don't stop, I can't stop coming..." Bengali growled.

The squirming white tiger drove Tygra over the edge.

Tygra felt the anal ring clamp down round his mighty cock, heard Bengali's cries. He grunted, panted, fucked. The Thundercat's orgasm was a ripple of heaven along the length of his cock. He could hear Bengali's ragged breathing, his cum splattering hotly on the soft mossy ground. Slice the cock into him. The white tiger, the muscular, powerfully built, beefy Thundercat of his dreams, his fantasies.

Tygra's eyes rolled up into his head. The Thundercat came.

A flood of jism erupted from his thick cock. The tiger jammed his dick up Bengali's ass to the roots. He fired his jism. It flooded from the Thundercat, squirting like a fountain into the white tiger. Ceaseless spurts pumped grey fragrant cum up into Bengali, hosing him, flooding his bowels, soaking him.

They shot and shot, spasms of ecstasy wracking them, balls clenching, cocks jetting.

When the explosions died away there was a silence broken only by their panting. Tygra's cock was softening slowly, but it was still jammed up Bengali's butt. The fat phallus became more like flesh than stone. Bengali felt it slowly begin to withdraw.

Tygra with a movement of his hips pulled his cock out of the hunky tiger. With a whispering slurp the head burst out of the well-fucked ass. A flood of cum exploded out. His cock dangled. Soft, but still full of promise. His balls were spent, the fluids drained.

Tygra released the whip that kept Bengali tied to the tree. He laid back on the soft ground.

Bengali was still kneeling, legs spread, hands grasping the tree. He was listless. He hung his head, cock and asshole leaking cum still.

It was over. Tygra had given in to his desires, and had taken his pleasure. Bengali had been his, if only for that moment. Tygra's offering to the white Thundercat lay strewn on the ground, on the Cat's thighs and balls, between his buttocks, and up his ass.

The muscular Bengali slumped to the ground, whimpering slightly.

Tygra went over to him, and pulled the white tiger to his lap. Tygra stroked his face, matted with sweat, and looked into his moist eyes. "Oh Bengali, what's wrong?" He asked.

Bengali looked at him with penetrating eyes. He was silent for a moment. "I'm afraid at what this means. I'm afraid that I have betrayed Pumyra. I'm scared, Tygra." He began to weep softly.

Tygra's heart was touched. He felt closer to Bengali now than ever before. His eyes scanned head to toe the white tiger, taking in all his studly beauty. He smiled warmly, "Bengali, what happened here will just be between us. I won't say anything about it if you don't want me to. I'd like to be involved with you, cute Bengali, but it will be at your pace..." He trailed off.

Bengali lay there, nodded slowly, took Tygra's hand and kissed it gently, then closed his eyes. They were near the fire, the warmth engulfed him. He rested.

Tygra watched him for long moments after. Bengali was so beautiful. He hoped to have him again, but he vowed not to take advantage of the white tiger unless it were on Bengali's terms. Lifting Benny's head up slowly, kissing it, then gently placing it on the soft moss, Tygra laid behind the white tiger, spooning himself up close next to him, and the two of them drifted off into dreamland.

THE END