The blue rabbit walked through the halls, his ears drooped down to his cheeks trying to ignore the loud moans and shadows of sexual intimacy through the doors.One of the doors he opened showed a large empty room, nothing to be found but a paper lamp and a pair of screens. It was where more than one guest could enjoy themselves in the same room. “Hm, it doesn’t look like it's bad in here.” He entered in making sure there wasn't anything to clean. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for a small wet spot in the middle of the floor, a drop of liquid suddenly dropped from above. He looked up to the ceiling and noticed a clear white liquid dripping onto the tatami mats no doubt the seed from the workers or previous patrons that came before. “Why…?” Ameya groaned at the thought of cleaning the mess above him, the rag in his paw would be unable to reach that height.


I better go find something to get up there. Ameya begrudgingly turned back when his face became buried in a soft wall. He noticed a pair of white furred pecs in front of him, a bare, musclegut belly pressing against his own. A large tiger with thick bushy fur on a pair of equally thick cheeks stared down at the bunny with a long gaze. “Oh! It’s you, Homura. I didn’t even notice you, you’re like a ninja.” The tiger nodded, he was silent but his eyes looked up to the dripping seed above them. “Yeah, I have to admit it is pretty amazing someone could shoot like that. But now I have to find a way to clean it up, maybe if we had one of those new chair things-whoa!?” Ameya felt a pair of hands grip at his size, his body being lifted in the air with great strength.


“This will do fine.” Homura spoke lifting the bunny even higher, the sleeves of his kimono draping down showing his muscular arms. Ameya quickly cleaned off the ceiling before being placed back down to his feet. “There won’t be a need for those “chair” things here.”


“Thanks, Homura.” Homura Ameyoru, he was the second man my father took in. He never spoke of his past nor did he really want to, he just did his job as was told using his skills to pleasure guests and made sure they came back for more. Most tiger men like him always had this look of seriousness and stern outlook, but in my childhood Homura would always play with me when work was over. Being an eight foot tall giant of a beast, he’d carry me on his back a lot. Even now he treats me like a kid, patting my head as his own way of saying “Good job, Ameya.”. “You smell pretty thick right now, I guess you didn’t get the chance to bathe yet did you?” Homura hardly ever blushes in front of anyone besides me when I tease him, he might not look it but he actually is a sensitive person on the inside when it comes to some things.

This is a big surprise that came from my friend and lil bro  aotoaka he likes the book I'm working on that he went ahead and drew a scene from the first chapter. I figured I'd add the dialogue from where the scene took place. The bunny is the main character Ameya, and the big tiger is Homura a member of his family. Pretty much Ameya's uncle.

If you'd like to read the first three chapters to my book they're on FA too.

On another note for those who're wondering, Ameya is 20 years old but compared to a tall Tiger like Homura and some others in his family he's a bit short.

Ch 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19174548/
Ch 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/20017253/
Ch 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/20018728/