The Tournament

It took hours, but the tiger lost. Sweat glistened on both of them, and the cat could feel the stallion’s body heaving against his own. The arm around his neck was expected; the hand gripping his cock wasn’t.

“Do you submit?” the equine asked, in between pants. The cat didn’t answer at first, struggling a little to test the strength of the muscles that held him. He might be able to pull free, but the stallion had proven that his stamina outdid the cat’s own. Plus, there was the hard length of flesh he could feel rubbing against his upper back…

The tiger looked up at the smirk on the stallion’s face, and grinned. “I do not.”

The stallion nickered. “Wonderful,” he said. His hand began jerking the tiger off, and he snorted hotly against the feline’s ear. “I guess I’ll just have to break you completely, then…”