There’s a picnic bench hidden in the woods, east of the main camp grounds. Meet me there at lunchtime tomorrow. I want to fuck you so badly.

The hastily written note had been slipped underneath Corin’s door at some point during the night… whoever had left it was definitely long gone. There was no way of telling who this person was; the rabbit was not the kind of person who’d recognize someone from their handwriting. For all he knew it could be a trap or a prank or something else…

But even so, he felt a blush come to his face, he felt his heart race with excitement. He didn’t know what kind of stuff the other campers were getting up to, but he was sure there were tons of hidden, illicit relationships going on. The idea of getting to have one of those just seemed so exciting and romantic… he had to do it.

As soon as he heard the telltale bell for lunch, he had to do his best to conceal the throbbing boner in his pants. He wasted no time grabbing his food and hurrying out; he would have skipped lunch entirely, but that would have made things even more suspicious. He hurried out to the woods, finding the bench hidden amongst the trees. There wasn’t much else to do aside from wait… no one had followed him, so whoever it was was taking his time… he nervously began to eat, fiddling with and nibbling on the leafy greens he’d taken for his meal. Shifting a little against his bulging pants. His eyes scanning the area… still nothing.

After about a half hour, he began to wonder if it was indeed a prank of some kind… or maybe his secret admirer was caught, or maybe-

A thick, powerful hand on his shoulder interrupted his train of thought. Corin let out a squeak of shock and froze in place, looking up to see that tiger, the security man, looming over him, as stony-faced as ever.
“I-I I just wanted privacy,” Corin stammered. He’d always found the tiger to be both terrifying and jaw-droppingly handsome, with his big muscles and square jaw… “I’m j-just eating on my own..”

“Be quiet,” the tiger growled in response. His hand reached down to grasp Corin’s thighs, spinning the boy around to face him. Corin looked up into the escort’s eyes, blushing quite wildly as he put two and two together in his head. Even when the tiger’s lips pressed to his, when that tongue invaded his mouth, Corin still felt as if he had to pinch himself. The tiger’s tongue tasted and felt just as good as he’d imagined, and those hands were surprisingly gentle as they groped Corin’s soft rump and lifted him up onto the bench’s table, pushing the food well out of the way.

Corin broke the kiss and opened his mouth to speak, gasping with delight, only to feel that tongue slip into his mouth again…. one of the escort’s paws was working off Corin’s pants, the other stroking the back of his head and holding him in the kiss. Corin wasn’t going to get any say in what they did… that excited him even more.

When the escort broke from the kiss at last and moved back, Corin couldn’t even see straight, dizzy from lack of oxygen, and a surplus of arousal. So when he felt those lips and tongue press against his rump, his legs being lifted up over his head, Corin still wasn’t quite sure what was happening, his sluggish, aroused mind having trouble keeping up.

“A-are you gonna fuck me…?” Corin whimpered. “Pl-please…?”

“Of course.” The tiger responded, in that efficient, clipped tone. “But first I’m gonna taste you.”