Just What The Doctor Ordered

When Arthur first heard it, he couldn’t believe his ears: we were not the only intelligent species on the planet. Up in the arctic, where few humans had ever dared to tread, there were apparently three tribes of beast-people, all of them fully sapient and eager to meet the outside world. Their first contact had been with some clumsy photographer, but the UN wasn’t about to let that be their first impression; they swiftly assembled a team of anthropologists, biologists, ecologists, and a whole lot of other -ologists to examine these new species.

Arthur had been chosen as the team’s chief medical officer, but it wasn’t because of his experience as a field surgeon or modest training in veterinary medicine. Out of a hundred candidates, he was picked because he spoke fluent Russian, and even though it started as just a hobby, it now seemed a vital skill among these beast-people. Sure, some of them spoke broken English, but the majority only knew an odd dialect of Russian, one that Arthur was still able to get ahold of. That was enough to get him on the chopper to their brand-new arctic base, and he indifferently agreed to go.

As it turned out, the base was more akin to the set of The Thing than some bleeding-edge research facility, with metal-walled cabins that were just barely able to keep the air at room temperature and heat lamps dating back a decade at least. His office was little more than a desk in front of the examination room/lab/operating theatre, and his tools were rudimentary at best.

However, over the first week, Arthur frequently found himself out in the cold instead of inside the “office,” as every damn quack with a bachelor’s degree wanted a translator. He’d spend hours following those pricks around, listening to their jabbering while trying not to freeze his balls off… but luckily for him, it got him front-row seats to the freak show.

Well, freak show was hardly the right term for it. Counter to his previous conceptions, the anthropomorphic tiger people looked absolutely natural, thickly muscled and standing a little under seven feet tall. Some of them wore animal-hide clothes, others wore scraps of man-made materials, and some went without clothes entirely, letting him examine their naked anatomy from a few feet away. To his surprise, they had several human features: nipples hidden under their thick white fur, fully opposable thumbs, clear-cut muscles on the chest, and even fully-sized mammary glands on the females. He did his best not to stare, especially at one specimen with a sizable pair, but they didn’t seem uncomfortable at all; in fact, when one of them caught him staring, he could have sworn she’d grinned and winked at him.

Despite the tigers’ cordial attitudes, the team’s anthropologists were getting stonewalled at every turn. Every offer of modern technology was turned down, every offer to host an ambassador was rejected, and one of the tigers had mentioned in passing that they’d kill any human who approached their village. Frustrations were running high, and there were even rumors of pulling out altogether… but then, something wondrous happened.

“Hey, doc!” The voice crackled with static, interrupting Arthur’s reading of Metro 2033 and sending the doctor’s feet swinging off his desk. “Uh, we’ve got wounded, but-”

“What kind of wound? Burn? Laceration? How bad is it?” Eager to get a break from the usual, Arthur shot to his feet and grabbed his field bag off his desk. “Was it Scully? Lampert?” He’d been wondering who’d be the first to need a visit to his office… some of his top picks were utter luddites, while others were just unlucky.

“It’s, uh… it’s one of the natives, and she’s got a cut on her leg, I think.”

Arthur stopped in his tracks, his enthusiasm thrown into flux. A native? One of the tigers? His knee-jerk reaction was to say he wasn’t qualified, but he realized he was likely the most qualified person on the base after a moment of thought. He’d trained as a vet, he spoke their language… and hell, it didn’t sound like a life-threatening wound. “Alright, send her in.”

“Will do, doc.” While the grunts brought the patient inside, Arthur quickly pulled on some latex gloves and got out his materials. Disinfectant, cotton swabs, gauze, tape, an electric razor, PDS sutures, the whole nine yards… he didn’t want his first-ever medical treatment of an anthro to be some botched hack job.

He’d just finished laying everything out when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the second Arthur turned around, the door swung open. Immediately, two tigers squeezed their way in, a male holding up a female with her arm wrapped around his shoulder; both wore surprisingly colorful garments that appeared to be sown from human materials, something that marked them as high-class among the natives. It only took Arthur a second to see the wound on the female’s thigh, and though it seemed like a minor injury, she was limping pretty badly. “Put her on the table,” he ordered in Russian, “I need to see what I’m dealing with.”

“Yes sir,” the male replied, helping his limping companion into the exam room.

As soon as the two towering tigers were out of the doorway, one of the station’s armed guards came in, his automatic rifle slung over one shoulder. “They just showed up at the perimeter,” he explained, “Out of the blue. It doesn’t look like much, but she sounds pretty hurt.” As if to concur, the female tiger let out a long groan of pain, then a gasp as she sat down on the table.

Arthur nodded, then turned to the male. “When did this happen?”

“Uh, about twenty minutes ago,” he recounted, “Sergei accidentaly grazed her with a spear. We were worried it might get infected, and since you have such fancy medicines…”

“I see.” The doctor stepped past him to his female counterpart, but before he could focus on the wound, he was struck by her expression: even an idiot could tell she was faking, and from the way she turned pouty as soon as she met his eyes, it seemed designed to catch his attention. That little distraction was enough to derail his train of thought, and with his attention untethered, Arthur couldn’t help but glance at her luscious chest. On a human, her breasts might have looked cartoonish, but on her bulky yet feminine frame, barely held back by an orange strip of nylon…

“Please help me, doctor, it hurts!”

The almost comically sultry words were enough to snap Arthur out of his daze, and he forced himself back to the task at hand. At a glance, the cut seemed shallow at best, and once he began examining it, he realized it was just as it appeared. He also discovered how silky the tigress’s fur was and how soft her thighs were, the perfect blend of fat and muscle covered by a luxuriously soft coat… but that was beside the point. “Miss, what’s your name?” he asked, running one finger along the cut to see how bad it was bleeding.

“I’m Nika,” the tigress replied, her pain suddenly replaced by a spark of cheer.

Arthur turned back to the male. “And you?”

“I’m Maksim. Should I leave you to your work, doctor?”

After a moment’s thought, Arthur nodded. “Sure.” He then switched to English and addressed the guard. “Keep an eye on him, I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

With a nod, the guard began escorting Maksim out of the room, and once he shut the door behind him, Arthur found himself alone with his new anthro patient. The second eyes were off her, Nika’s demeanor went from dramatic to downright perky, and her lips curled into a feline smile. “So, doc,” she asked, “Am I gonna need stitches for this?”

The doctor met her grin with an expression as stern as granite. “No, you don’t need stitches,” he sighed, pacing over to his laid out tools. “You’d likely have been fine with whatever medicine your people have… you do have healers, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but they’re nowhere near as fancy as all this,” Nika replied, sniffing the air. “It even smells like medicine in here.”

“That’s the disinfectant,” Arthur explained. So little miss Nika was just here for shits and giggles, he thought… he should have figured the natives would try something like it sooner or later. His hand hovered over a tube of Neosporin, but as Arthur pondered, the doctor wondered if he should give her stitches anyway, just to teach her a lesson. No, no, what was he thinking? That’d be breaking his oath… just slap a bandaid on her leg and send her on her way. “I’m going to give you a topical ointment to clean the wound, then bandage it up,” he eventually said, “Might be a bit overkill, but…”

As he turned back to face Nika with supplies in hand, he was dumbstruck by her sudden nudity. Somehow, she’d slipped off her skirt and bra while he wasn’t looking, and now she sat on the table wearing nothing but a smile, legs spread almost invitingly. “What’s wrong, doc?” she asked, feigning ignorance of Arthur’s embarrassment.

“Why’d you strip?” The human put on a frown almost like a suit of armor, hoping a dour mood might help him keep his mind off Nika’s body. He wasn’t much of a horndog, that much he would admit, but this place stirred a longing in even the most celibate men.

“Because it’s oh so warm in here,” Nika replied, “And I wouldn’t want them getting in the way.” Her sly smile hinted she had other reasons, but right then, Arthur wasn’t sure what they were. She couldn’t have come here just to bone a human… could she?

“Hmph.” Arthur quickly smeared the wound with ointment, slapped some gauze on it, then wound a self-adhering bandage around it nice and tight. Despite her previous kvetching, Nika didn’t seem at all bothered by the wound, and when the doctor finished his work, she had the same cheeky grin on her face. “Just try to get some bed rest while this heals,” he sighed, turning away to begin storing his supplies.

“But doc, there’s something else bothering me.” The tigress’s voice dripped with suggestions of lewd deeds, and as Arthur turned back around, he already had a few guesses as to what she’d ask for next.

“And what would that be?” Unsurprisingly, Nika had laid all the way onto her back, her legs splayed almost in a split. Arthur couldn’t help but glance at the slightly puffy vulva between her furry thighs, and with a note of disgusted arousal, he noticed she was dripping onto the table. Part of him was grossed out by the fact that he’d have to clean it up, but his lustier side pondered how unabashedly horny she must be to get that wet. If he dropped his pants and hopped on top of her, she might not even stop him… but he wasn’t about to stoop to such barbarism.

“I’ve got this itch,” Nika replied after a time, seemingly giving the doctor a moment to ogle her groin. “I’d love to scratch it, but with these claws…” She flexed out one razor-sharp claw to demonstrate, then scratched a tiny mark into the table.

“And let me guess, it’s inside?” Arthur gestured to her plump labia, which Nika was not-so-subtly spreading with two digits. The cozy pink hole dripped with slippery fluids, but the doctor kept his distance. “You know you’re probably in heat, right?”

“Mmhmm,” she purred, “it’s been really bad… I just need something, anything between my legs. Can’t you help me, doc? I’d just need a few minutes… or maybe more, if you can last that long.” Her voice twisted from pleading to sultry in those last few words, and as the tigress rubbed along her slick snatch with one digit, Arthur’s mind began to take the bait.

The voice telling him to drop his pants and hop on top of her kept getting louder and louder, but it was quickly countered by a wariness of the situation. If someone came in here and found him balls-deep in a native, he’d be up to his neck in shit, so if he wanted to do anything, he’d need a bit of plausible deniability. With his gloves still on, Arthur paced over and locked the door, then dropped the blinds down over its single window. If someone came into his office, he’d probably be screwed, but at least they wouldn’t get an eyeful of him fingering an anthropomorphic tigress.

When he turned back around, Arthur found his patient laid back on the table, swiveled around so that her groin was facing him. Her legs were spread wide, her pink lips oozed arousal all over, and her blue eyes looked up expectantly from above her sizable rack. She didn’t say a thing, but her body said all that she wanted: “Please fuck me!”

“Alright,” the doctor sighed, “Let’s just… do a little fingering.” As he stepped over to the table, flexing his hands in his latex gloves, Nika spread herself just a bit wider, eyes sparkling with eager arousal. Meanwhile, Arthur was a bit conflicted as to how to begin, but after a moment, he decided to take things slow. His gloved hand landed on her soft fur as his thumb began stroking her vulva, and he could feel the silky texture even through the latex.

Nika let out a tiny gasp at the contact, and he could feel her nethers twitching, eager to accept him into her cozy depths. At first, he toyed around with her squishy clit, rubbing the little nub like a joystick to make Nika gasp and moan. “Oooh, that’s it,” she murmured, “Hahh… it feels good, but…”

Seeing her squirming helplessly on the table was almost intoxicating, and Arthur could almost feel his inhibitions melting in her warmth. “But?”

“But-ahh… could you stick it in?”

Arthur’s knee-jerk interpretation was that she wanted his dick, but the more rational side of him quickly decided on a more conservative approach. He turned his hand about and pressed two gloved fingers against her vulva, then pressed inward with a teensy amount of force, causing his digits to pop into her supple snatch. The warm, slimy walls instantly contracted, trying to pull him deeper, then suddenly clenched like a vice as he found a sweet spot.

“Ahh! Oh god!” Nika tensed like she’d been electrified, her toes curling enough to flex out her claws. Her tail flicked back and forth as Arthur gently rubbed the hard little spot, using a simple beckoning gesture to drive her mad with pleasure. “Oooh, fuck!” the tigress gasped, her head laid back on the table while her back arched. “That’s it, right-agh!”

The slutty anthro seemed like putty in Arthur’s paws as he continued to finger her, getting more and more of his glove soaked in her juices as he curled and rubbed. He, too, was beginning to breathe a little heavier, and despite the voice of reason begging for modesty, a stiff boner strained his pants. She felt so warm wrapped around his finger, so tight as the muscles pulsed and clenched… he could only imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around his cock, and she sounded eager enough to take things straight to home plate. But he couldn’t just drop his pants and mount her like a randy hound in his exam room; that’d just be unprofessional. Letting her wait in his quarters until he was off the clock, on the other hand…

“Aaaahhh!” The doctor’s train of thought was derailed by another blissful moan, and if his intuitions were right, Nika was only a few seconds from climaxing. “Fuck, don’t stop!” she cried, “Almost… aaaahhhhhh god!” As pleasure flooded her nerves, the massive tigress arched upward, her claws digging into the table for support while she screamed her heart out. Her loins squeezed and pulled, trying to drag Arthur’s fingers deeper, but the human managed to maintain a semblance of control. He just kept rubbing that hard little lump, driving Nika mad with sensation until she finally began to relax.

Moans melted into panting as her furry body flopped onto the table, and as Arthur pulled his slimy fingers free of her soft, soaked snatch, he felt an odd sense of pride. “That looked like it hit the spot,” he quipped while peeling off his gloves, “I’m afraid that’s all I can do in the office, but if you drop by my quarters in a few hours, I can help you deal with that heat of yours.” It wasn’t a perfect solution, and certainly not a completely ethical one, but Arthur figured it was better than locking themselves in the exam room for hours.

Thinking his business complete, Arthur tossed his gloves into the trash and turned to unlock the door, only to have two furry hands land on his shoulders as soon as the lock twisted open. “Are you sure there isn’t a more in-depth procedure you can do?” Nika asked, now standing behind him after slipping silently off the table. All Arthur could do was stand there as her muscular arms slid down his shoulders and under his armpits, culminating in an inescapable hug that pressed him back against her chest. “I’d hate to risk it worsening…”

“Ah, I…” At that moment, Nika’s paw dropped straight down to Arthur’s belt, almost as if she were trying to keep him speechless by gradually undressing him. She’d gone from dazed to downright predatory, and her sinew felt like steel cable under all her fur and fat. “I can’t just… drop my pants and… it wouldn’t be professional.” He could feel her clumsy claws fiddling with the buckle while her other arm held him tight, and as soon as he tried to get out of the tigress’s grip, he found her embrace to be as unbreakable as steel. No matter how he squirmed, her soft rack pressed right up against his shoulders while her paw continued its work of undoing his pants, and despite the alarms going off in his head, Arthur could feel himself getting a stiffy. “What if someone sees? I… I’ve got other patients too, you know.”

“Oh? Are you shy?” Nika’s fingers finally solved the riddle of his belt buckle, then slid her paw halfway between his legs to give his junk a gentle squeeze. “This little guy doesn’t seem shy… you a virgin or something?”

The last words seemed almost taunting, flustering Arthur despite his professional pride. “I’m not a virgin! I’ve had… sex…” As quickly as his rage had sparked, the doctor realized how childish he sounded, and his righteous anger melted back against Nika’s bosom. He couldn’t deny the scandalous nature of what she was about to do to him, but at the same time, this was really turning him on. Maybe just a bit of lovemaking couldn’t hurt… after all, hardly anyone came to his office directly. “I just… it’s not exactly professional to do it in an exam room.”

“Professional?” The tigress let out a tiny chuckle, then dropped both hands to Arthur’s waist. “There’s no need to be professional, doc…” Her strong hands popped the button on his slacks, unzipped his fly, then slipped his waistband down to reveal his fully erect member. As Nika’s leathery pads firmly grabbed its length, teasingly sliding back and forth as it helplessly throbbed, Arthur couldn’t help but let out a gasp. “You just go wild… or you can just follow my lead.”

Suddenly, Nika stepped to the side and swept the human off his feet, then unceremoniously tossed him onto the table, putting him in the same spot she’d been in with his pants around his ankles. Arthur could feel a puddle of her warm fluids beginning to soak through his lab coat, but before he could do anything to stop it, his attention was grabbed by Nika squatting down in front of him. “Just lay back and enjoy,” the burly tigress purred as she eyed his boner, “Let me do the heavy lifting.”

Arthur thought about trying to say something but instead just gulped down his inhibitions. He was exposed, vulnerable, with razor-sharp claws inches from his junk… but when Nika fondled his balls with one hand, the doctor felt more excitement than terror. “Feels like someone’s pent up,” she murmured, carefully rolling his testes around in her palm.

Before the doctor could stop her, she suddenly bent down and planted a tender lick along the underside of his member; Arthur flinched, but instead of the harsh grating of a typical cat’s tongue, Nika’s was as soft and wet as a human’s. The first lick was followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth, each driving him up the wall with arousal as he gazed down at the tigress between his legs. “That… that’s good,” he sighed, not sure how else to respond to such unprecedented advances.

“Oh, don’t flatter me yet, doc… we’re just getting started.” Nika pulled off his cock just a bit, then took her breasts in her hands, bringing them up to Arthur’s groin and over his raging hard-on.

The doctor didn’t realize what was happening until his tip poked into the bottom of her cleavage, and as she brought it down like a pair of squishy bowling balls, Arthur let out another shocked gasp at the sensation of her silky fur sliding along his length. His manhood felt so warm nestled between her tits, so cozy and safe, and as her rack came to rest on his thighs, he let out a quiet sigh of appreciation. Looking down at her beautiful face and into her sly blue eyes, Arthur was struck by how sudden this all was… and how much he’d almost backed out of. “Mmmm, feels great,” he moaned, “Just… oooh!”

Without warning, Nika began sliding her rack up and down, almost bouncing her tits on Arthur’s groin with his cock still lodged firmly between them. The sudden friction forced another gasp from the human’s lips, and before long, he was utterly enraptured by the silky, squishy friction. “I think he likes it,” Nika snarked to no one in particular, but Arthur was having far too much fun to care. All he could think about were the tigress’s big, soft, silky breasts, and as her hands kneaded them every which way, the human found himself making noises he’d hardly heard before. Then, as if that wasn’t enough to drive him mad with pleasure, the human felt the tigress lean down and begin suckling on his sensitive tip, wrapping her warm mouth around it and teasing him with her tongue. Any semblance of dignity shattered as he met her sultry gaze, and he could tell she just loved having him so utterly helpless.

It took all of two minutes for him to reach his limit, and as his body tensed to blow, Nika shifted her grip. In those last few moments, she pulled her rack away and slid her lips straight down to the doctor’s pubes, engulfing his length in an unforgettable combination of warmth and wetness. He finally blew with a whimpering moan, hips bucking up into the tigress’s inviting maw, hands clutching the edges of the table with white knuckles. He could feel her swallowing each and every spurt, greedily sucking up every ounce of jizz he pumped into her mouth like some sort of leech. For thirty seconds, all he could do was squirm on the table, overtaken by ecstasy… and he loved every second of losing control.

After a little while, the sensation surging through his nerves gave way to a sort of peace, and he flopped limply onto the table as Nika’s mouth pulled away. Arthur looked up to see her licking her lips, her expression amused but not entirely satisfied. “There’s a good boy,” she purred, “You really must’ve been pent up… or maybe you’re just that much of a stud.”

In a daze, Arthur simply nodded, then laid back. The human couldn’t tell whether he was floating or spinning, but he did know one thing for sure: he’d just gotten a blowjob from an anthropomorphic tigress. He’d never felt into that sort of thing back before this job, and yet those two minutes were ten times better than any night with a human. “Th… thank you,” he eventually sighed, “I… haaah, that was amazing.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Suddenly, Arthur heard and felt the creak of the table as something heavy clambered on top, and he peeked up to see Nika crawling toward him on hands and knees. “I’m still not feeling satisfied, and I’m guessing those balls have a few more loads to empty out.”

As she moved toward him, eyes gleaming with what he could only assume was lust, the doctor could feel her thighs and forearms brushing against his naked skin, and he could see her breasts swaying just a bit between her biceps. All in all, it was an intimidating and arousing sight, causing him to try and back off while his limp member throbbed. “Ah… and what’d you have in mind?”

Before he could get very far, Nika sat straight down on Arthur’s thighs, straddling him while pinning him to the table. As she got herself situated, the human couldn’t help but relish the feel of her silky fur, and he swore he could feel her soaked snatch rubbing up against his bare skin. Having her nethers that close to his manhood pumped a bit of vigor back into his loins, but decency forced his eyes upwards to her grinning face. “First, we’re gonna get these off you,” she said, tracing a finger along his button-up shirt. “Then, we do what I want, and finally, we can do what you want.”

“And… what do you-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Nika chided, placing one finger right on his lips. “That’d spoil the surprise.” After a moment, her finger traced all the way down Arthur’s chin to his shirt collar, and her claw hooked right under the first button. “For now, let’s deal with the task at hand.” With a sharp pull, her razor-sharp claw sliced straight through the meager thread holding the button in place, causing it to pop off and clatter to the floor.

“Wait,” Arthur gasped, “Just let me-”

“Nah, this way’s faster.” In a flurry of claws, Nika sliced each and every one of his shirt’s buttons, leaving it hanging open like an untied bathrobe to reveal his undershirt. Before Arthur could start to take off his now-undone clothes, the tigress grabbed ahold of his lapels and pulled down with inhuman strength, slipping his arms straight out of the sleeves. Then, she simply tossed them aside, leaving Arthur’s torso clad in only a simple undershirt. “See, wasn’t that quicker?” the tigress purred, already moving her paws down to the shirt’s hem.

“Hey, I can undress myself,” the doctor replied indignantly, already beginning to kick off his lingering shoes and pants. “You don’t have to…”

He was cut off when Nika yanked his shirt up his body, and before he could do anything to stop her, it was up around his head and arms. The tigress twisted the garment around his wrists almost like a pair of handcuffs, immobilizing Arthur’s arms above his head with one strong paw. A tiny bit of struggling revealed that he had no control whatsoever, and when Nika leaned down to tauntingly lick his cheek, all he could do was accept her slimy tongue. “You’re so cute when you’re helpless,” she murmured into his ear, “So soft, so tender… and I think you like it as much as I do.” With her free hand, she traced one claw along Arthur’s torso, starting at his sternum and working her way down to his belly button. He couldn’t help but shudder slightly as she traced a circle around his belly button; her enjoyment was clear as day, and deep down, Arthur liked the tantalizing thrill of danger.

She teased him for a few moments longer but then began scooting herself forward, moving her nethers right over Arthur’s stiffening groin and towards his nervously grinning face. “So… what now?” he asked, knowing whatever it was would involve more senseless debauchery.

“Now? I think it’s time you put that tongue of yours to work.”

The tigress kept on scooting forward, dribbling feminine fluids in a long line along Arthur’s torso, and by the time she came to rest with her groin above the human’s head, he’d figured out what she wanted. Her shins firmly pinned his biceps to the table, and her lusty grin said nothing in the world could stop her, but Arthur still felt a sudden pang of hesitation. “W-wait,” he stammered, “I… I’ve never really… done this before.”

To his surprise, the tigress’s smile warmed quite a bit, and she used one gentle thumb to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry, doc, it’s easy. Just get your mouth in there and lick whatever you find… especially right here.” With her other hand, she reached down and parted her labia just a bit, revealing a swollen pink knob amid her folds of silky flesh. “You ready?”

Before Arthur could reply, Nika lowered herself down on top of him, pressing her wet lips against his own. The human’s nostrils flooded with her primal, musky scent, and as soon as he tried to open his mouth, the acidic taste of her juices leaked all over his taste buds. As she settled herself right on top of his mouth, all Arthur could see was her furry body towering above him like a skyscraper, her blue eyes peeking over her rack with an eager gleam. It felt disgusting, humiliating, and arousing all at the same time, and when the doctor tentatively suckled on the puffy flaps in his mouth, Nika rewarded him with a pleasured sigh.

“Mmmm, that’s it,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair while pressing his face into her groin. “Don’t be shy, just- ahhhh!”

As the human planted a quick lick along her snatch, he could feel her whole body flinch from the sudden pleasure, and as he got more used to the overwhelming smell and taste, his mouth dove just a bit deeper. Every lick and suckle evoked a tiny gasp or moan, each a little reward for taking Nika closer to the edge. Once the tigress began almost melting on top of him, sinking her full weight into his jaw while using his hair as a handhold, Arthur became even more emboldened, delving ever deeper as he sought out all her sweet spots.

It didn’t take long to find her clit, and once he began suckling on the little nub, Nika let out a sudden blissful gasp. “Oooh fuck! That’s the ticket, doc, just- mrrrrrgh! Haaahhh…”

Though his nose was buried in her crotch fur, Arthur could still breathe through it, keeping him from literally drowning in pussy. Her pungent secretions dribbled into his mouth without end, forcing him to gulp them down while pressing back against her snatch. Luckily for him, Nika was tensing and squirming more and more, and he recognized the prelude to a climax from before. Part of him wanted to say something snarky, maybe poke fun at her slutty moans or make some medical pun, but with her vulva smooshed up against his face in the most delightful way, all he could manage was a muffled murmur.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah… ahhhh!” The more Nika tensed, the more she ground her nethers all over Arthur’s face, which in turn amplified his dutiful slurping and licking. He wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been down between her legs, huffing her scent and drinking her juices like honey, but it wasn’t nearly as long as he thought it should take. Here Nika was, almost doubled over with pleasure, desperately rubbing her snatch on his face as an orgasm wound up her nerves, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

A few moments later, the tigress’s pent up pleasure burst forth like water from a broken dam, arching her back and clenching her muscles with inhuman force. Her furry thighs clamped onto his head and pressed it into her nethers, aided by a strong hand that flexed claws against his skin. While Nika gasped and moaned her heart out, Arthur found himself smothered by her soft fur and slippery folds, his nose and mouth flooded by her musk and slime. She held him down like a hydraulic press, and to make matters worse, his vain attempts to get his face out of her muff only prolonged her pleasure. Only after he fully burnt her out did she relax, and once she realized he was struggling to get a breath of fresh air, she slid back to straddle his chest.

“Sorry, doc,” she chuckled, “Guess you were a little too good, eh?”

Arthur took a few deep breaths of air, wiped the feminine fluids from his lips, swallowed what remained in his mouth, then finally graced her with a reply. “You… you could’ve warned me,” he gasped, “Is this… normal for you people?” On the one hand, he felt like he’d been waterboarded, but on the other, seeing the tigress looming over him was ridiculously hot.

Nika shrugged. “Anyone else I knew could’ve pushed me off.” Her hands gently took hold of Arthur’s, rubbing circles around his palms with her thumbs. “You humans sure are weak, aren’t you?”

“Or you’re just really strong.” The doctor could feel his cock standing at full mast right behind the tigress’s rear, and he couldn’t decide what parts of their wild foreplay had gotten him worked up. Nika’s beautiful body had obviously been a factor, and he’d always appreciated the texture of his food… but there was something about his previous helplessness that turned him on. He never really thought of himself as submissive, but being at the mercy of such a beautiful beast…

As soon as his attention shifted to his own erection, the tigress followed his gaze over her shoulder with an eager grin. When she turned back, Arthur was in the middle of ogling her rack once again, and she happily let him take in the sights for a moment before speaking up. “How about I take this next part slow, doc? I think you could use a little rest, don’t you?”

Arthur was about to ask what “next part” she was referring to, but as she backed up on all fours, he realized just what she meant. “Yeah… slow is good.” Again his sensibilities implored him to go somewhere a bit more private, but one look at Nika was enough to quash them. Despite almost smothering him, the tigress’s eyes beamed with a playful kindness, and he could only imagine what having his manhood inside her would feel like.

“Mmmm…” Once her hips got lined up with her lover’s, Nika began gently lowering herself down, holding Arthur’s member steady with two fingers under her dripping nethers. The human watched entranced as his tip got closer and closer to her lips, then finally nestled in her folds, giving him a taste of the silky warmth to come. Before descending further, Nika gave him a warm smile and a flirty wink, and in turn, he hesitantly ran his hands through the soft fur of her thighs. As soon as he pressed down, she finally dropped those last seven inches, popping his glans past her vulva and into her clenching depths.

He couldn’t help but gasp at the heavenly sensation, the way her ribbed walls glided down his shaft and clenched tight around his whole length… the last time he’d done this hadn’t been nearly as enchanting, partly because of the sensation and partly because of the warm gaze Nika had fixed him with. “Not bad,” she quietly murmured, “You’re pretty damn thick for being so scrawny, doc.”

“Yeah, I-oooh…” Arthur’s words died in his throat as she gently lifted up, then lowered back down, letting herself push and pull against his length both ways. He swore he could feel every little spot his fingers had explored before, especially the hard little lump that must be her g-spot, all pulsing and clenching around his cock to a quiet squelching rhythm. As a bonus, he got to see everything Nika’s body had to offer while she rode him, from her luscious rack to her tightly-gripping snatch.

Once Nika began grinding his tip against her sweet spot, her smirk turned into open-mouthed gasping, and that turned into moaning as she picked up the pace. “Gaahhhh, fuck,” she sighed, “I… ohhhh… could you…” As she reached down to the top of her folds, Arthur could see the razor-sharp tip of her claw poking out, and without missing a beat, he stepped in with his own finger. Rubbing her clit caused her back to arch even further with pleasure, and her not-so-quiet moans took on an even more blissful tone. “Mhhhaaa… more… oh fuck, don’t stop… fuck!”

Inspired by her lust-dripping voice, the good doctor couldn’t help but try a bit of dirty talk for himself, subtly thrusting upward in time with his clit rubbing. “You… you’re so warm, and… tight… haahhhh…” Thanks to his previous climax and Nika’s slow pace, Arthur managed to keep himself under control, and even as their gentle lovemaking continued, he found himself far from a second eruption. “God… you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

The tigress’s grin widened with genuine appreciation, and without warning, she leaned down to quickly kiss him on the lips. Her whiskers tickled his microscopic stubble as her muzzle met his, and even though he was already balls-deep inside her, Arthur felt a burst of fluttery joy in his chest. “Gohhhh… you’re not too bad yourself,” she gasped as she returned to her riding, “Always thought you humans were-mmmph… kinda cute.”

“Mmmm… ooooh…”

Over the next few minutes, Nika brought herself closer and closer to climax with the doctor’s helping hand, and before long, she was on the very brink of cumming again. “Ahhh, I’m close,” she gasped, “Just… a little… rrrrragh!” Her second climax was every bit as explosive as her first, and as her loins pressed flush to Arthur’s crotch, her claws flexed into his naked sides. The human could feel her insides pulsing and squeezing, trying to get him as deep as possible into her while begging him to cum. It was like she wanted him to creampie her more than anything else in the world… but as hot as that thought was, Arthur still wasn’t ready to lose himself to the pleasure.

However, he could still feel an odd sense of pride in his chest, and as he gently petted the tigress’s furry thighs, he took immense satisfaction in her post-coital glow. “How’s that?” he cheesily quipped, “Not half bad for a human, huh?”

“Ahhh… not half bad for anyone.” Once Nika regained a bit of focus in her eyes, she reached down and felt around the site of their coupling, double-checking that Arthur hadn’t creamed her just yet. He couldn’t tell if she was more disappointed or more eager, but as the tigress leaned over him, the latter feeling took control. “I think you’ve earned a little TLC,” she purred, “So why don’t you cop a feel?”

“Wha… oh.” Arthur was a tad confused at first, but as Nika leaned over him with her furry jugs swinging, he realized just what she was suggesting. At first, a little scrap of decency held him back, but the tigress’s lusty gaze swiftly melted it away. He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling the silky fur and hefty weight as his fingers explored. It didn’t take long to find her hard nipples amidst her luxurious coat, and once he began teasing the hard little nubs, Nika let out a pleased sigh. “Oooh, someone’s sensitive,” he purred, right before letting out a surprised sigh of his own. Nika had begun gently humping against him once again, and this time, she seemed to zero in on the human’s pleasure.

While her ribbed innards massaged his cock, moving back and forth in firm, silky strokes, his hands continued their fondling, rubbing little circles around her nipples in the most delightful way. It was almost a competition to see who could inflict the most pleasure, and as soon as Arthur popped one of her teats into his mouth, he started to win. “Gahhh,” she moaned as he suckled and nibbled, “You-oooh… mmmh, dirty little human…”

This time, the both of them began approaching the finale at the same rate, but neither of them had any intention of being the first to blow. Time and time again, they slowed right at the edge, allowing them to keep up their dance of slapping and squelching for longer than Arthur thought possible. Still, he didn’t feel the least bit sore, and he still kneaded Nika’s breasts with the same giddy vigor. The tigress, meanwhile, kept him nice and deep within her loins, slowly rocking back and forth to caress his sensitive shaft. It went on for what felt like an hour, gently sucking and thrusting and kissing and groping, all while wrapped up in Nika’s comforting fur and scent.

Once Arthur began nearing an inescapable climax, the tigress on top of him suddenly leaned forward, knocking him flat on the table and pressing her rack against his face. Her wild riding only grew more intense, grinding her clit against his groin while his tip hammered her insides, and before long, she too was beginning to tense up. “Ohhhh, I’m close,” she moaned, “Just… mmmm… bit more…”

“Me too,” her lover replied, taking a break from his suckling to grope her with both hands. As much as she seemed like she was lording over him, pinning him to the table and fucking him silly, Arthur noticed a genuine love in her dazzling blue eyes, something he’d never quite seen before. He could see her face contorting with pleasure the closer she got, and after a moment more, she finally came with the force of a fire hose.