Something I have been working on here and there, finally decided to post it. Just part one, hopefully with many more to come~ Please enjoy!

“Someone’s nervous,” laughed a curvaceous cerise pink tiger, black stripes painted in long streaks ran down her body in a myriad of zigzags. Sitting up on the couch, she put the book she was flipping through but not really reading back down on her small black coffee table. She nearly knocked over the whole thing as she turned, her hips bumping into it, making everything on top rattle. She tried her best to steady the table that was littered with various candy wrappers and a high stack of books, all with varying degrees of wear and tear, as her tail perked up wiggling in excitement. Her eyes glued to the front door as she waited for her prey to approach. Her black ears twitched, making the white heart in the center bob up and down in time to an invisible beat. A smile crept onto her face which only exposed more of her large carnivorous fangs. Knock knock knock. “Finally, my new pet is here” she muttered to herself standing up and stretching. The tiger’s back arched, her arms went up and over her head as she nearly brushed the ceiling with her unsheathed claws, her tail going ridged straight for a brief moment before falling back down by her side, the tip flicking as she grew more intrigued at who was behind the door. She marched over near the front door, taking a second to look at herself in the ornately framed mirror that hung on the wall encompassed by black bird skulls decorated in shiny silver speckling’s of chunky glitter. Her enormous paws brushed at the downy white and faded blush fur that enveloped her neck like a scarf. After a deep breath, making her guest wait an extra-long moment in suspense she finally turned her attention back towards the door, she deliberately opened it gradually, revealing a petite grey deer on the other side.

“He-hello Mi-.” His words abruptly cut off as his mouth hung open at the sight of the giant predator that stood in front of him. Compared to his small lithe frame she was slightly heavier set, with wide hips and extra thick thighs. Pink and black tufts of fur peaked free from her torn tights that ran down her legs squeezing them tightly showing off her figure. He gazed up at her with wide eyes as she towered over him, his white antlers just reaching her massive pair of breasts that were busting out the top of her black summer dress that was adorn in little sparkly bats. A pentagram of black leather crisscrossed her chest, the edges bleeding into her stripes as the harness seemed to melt into her very being. His black nose bobbed upwards as he scanned her body, his hands clutched together at his chest holding tightly onto a letter, the paper nearly ripped into pieces as his hands formed fists. His body tense as he filled with apprehension about where this letter had brought him. He felt his heartbeat nearly come to a standstill and his breath grow shallow as his prey instincts took over for a second. Warning sirens were going off in his head as the big cat moved out of her entry way and onto the deck, swiftly moving closer towards him. She had an intimidating aura about her that was starting to sink into the deer, like an unyielding chill that slowly consumes everything in its path leaving all of it covered in a layer frost.

The tiger stuck her bright glossy pink tongue out, letting it wrap around one of her gleaming white fangs, “Well don’t you look like a lovely little snack.” He noticed a single droplet of saliva pool on her tongue before cascading down her fang. She leaned down, a feral growl from deep within her core echoed her words, her open jaw with its many sharp teeth only inches from his dark black nose. “I could just eat you up right here.” The deer’s nervousness made her giggle sympathetically as she bit her lip and began to look him over. She studied his smooth polished antlers. His rack had two main branches that gracefully curved forward, each with two modest tines that pointed straight up. The boney white stood out against his soft fluffy brown hair. Her eyes scanned the way his shoulders bowed in on his thin frame, the fragile curve of his waist’s hourglass shape that led towards his rather thick thighs was flawless and delicate. His pleasantly plump ass formed a nice deep line where his cheeks curved outwards from the back of his legs giving his tail two superb pillows to rest on. Black straps of his thong arched along his even fur, as the grey dissipated into a subtle white cream, the thong created a divide in the plump ample thighs, burying slightly into him. The crevasse drew her eye as she held back from running her a large claw along its enticing wave of swollen flesh. Milky fur of his crotch steered her attention back towards the bulge of his thong. “I wonder what delicious treats you’re hiding.” She whispered, an impulsive edge to her voice that did not hide her eager desire to completely ravage him right there on the spot.

The tiger bit her lip even harder as she continued to stare at the little cervine in front of her, mouthwatering thinking about what she was going to do to him. He’s even cuter than I thought! Gah! Look at his adorable big fluffy ears, I just wanna nibble them already. And those antlers!! I can’t wait to yank on them. I wonder what his cock looks like? I bet his cum tastes deliciously sweet. She started to trail off into her own thoughts, mouth nearly over flowing with drool before shaking her head and coming back to what she was doing. His face was still blankly staring at her as he tried to register what was happening, his mouth still agape. Her big paw swiftly reached out resting under his chin and closed his mouth with a quick snap making his head flick upwards a bit. The black claw applying pressure just under his chin made him gulp even though his mouth seemed dry, his tongue felt like a thick piece of leather getting stuck to the roof of his mouth. He gasped a bit for air, as her gaze had held him in her sights for what seemed like centuries now and he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath. The deer’s chest rose hastily as he panted trying to catch his lungs up but it was as if the entire worlds oxygen supply had run out and escaped the atmosphere.

The sun was warm on his back as he noticed her beautiful shiny straight black hair had fallen down from behind her shoulders landing against her plump cleavage giving it a subtle curl around her full neck fur. A light breeze blew through the tiger’s front porch, shaking the mix of Dark Engagement and Shy pink rose bushes that lined the steps up to her doorway, making their fragrant perfume waft into the air. A few delicate petals of the single Sweet Akito rose bush were carried off their stems and gently soared around the couple, landing haphazardly around the wooden planks of her deck like an assortment of freckles. One brushed past the deer’s cheek and landed on his shoulder, the brief stroke making his face heat up from the blush that now spread across his smooth grey fur. As she continued to touch him, faintly adjusting her claw to lean in close. He felt her breath on his neck as she intimately blew away the rose petal, which made his ash grey ears shoot straight up along with his tail. The black outline of waves wiggling uncomfortably as his heartbeat went from 0 to 100 kick starting it back up at a rapid speed. A rather odd sensation loomed over his entire body. He felt like a million butterflies had found a napping spot all over him and were flapping their tiny wings in a hum that was uneasy but also pleasant. His legs felt weak and flimsy under him, like he was being held up by broken stilts just waiting for the moment that they finally snapped and he would come tumbling down onto the ground. His large ears twitched with his heartbeat making the ombre green inner fur seem like two little warning signals shaking in alert as he felt his chest tighten again.

“You look so tasty little deer.” The tiger continued to inch closer to him. Her claw moved and she instead pressed the first digit of her paw into his chin. He could barely hear the words she spoke as his blood pressure rose and his ear drums beat loudly like a massive rock tumbling down a cave. She took a moment to turn his head to the left, then to the right admiring his face markings, two small black stripes on either side of his muzzle. After a moment of hesitation, she affectionately stroked at the right side’s stripes; her paw pad surprisingly calming against his silky soft cheek. She stared into his bright harlequin green eyes that were glittering in the sun, his black sclera made the neon green stand out even more against his grey and white complexion. “Maybe just a little lick for now will do,” a curt laugh escaped her throat as she watched his eyes widen even further, probably as big as they could possibly go, as her paw slid down his cheek and onto the buckle of his latex shrug’s collar. She conscientiously hooked her claw onto the green metal loop of the collar and pulled his face closer to her, lifting him up a bit. Please don’t eat me! He internally screamed with a raw excitement that made him think twice about whether the words rumbling around inside his head were in fact what he really wanted.

Her maw opened up, making the deer gasp sharply and impulsively closed his eyes. Her bright pink tongue slid against his right cheek’s markings. After a lingering moment of panic the deer seemed to have calmed just a bit, blushing bright red but his eyes remained glued shut, waiting for his impending demise. A deep laugh erupted from the tiger as she watched the deer steady himself. He opened his eyes a bit and the tiger noticed his legs were no longer shaking, his posture was still that of a meek prey but something else out of the corner of her eye had finally grown and it wasn’t his confidence. The tiger stood up tall, arching her back in a quick stretch, “I see Cella finally sent you here,” She said softly, a droplet of drool ran down her shiny tongue and slowly drizzled off dripping onto her lip. “She told me you’ve been very helpful while she’s been out of town. Perhaps you can be as useful here.” The deer faintly nodded in response his head moving in a quick up and down obedient bob, as he stiffly stood there trying his best not to shake again. His throat seemed to find all that missing saliva and he nearly started to cough up his own spit when he the heard her say, “I won’t overwork you right away,” in a soft whispered voice that crept into his ear as her paws skimmed down his neck past the neon green buckle to his chest, her paw pads running against the shiny slick black latex shrug that covered his upper half, exposing his soft belly. The tiger took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to claw into the latex and dig into him right on her front lawn. Her tail was making large sweeping passes behind her, the fluffy white tip flicking every so often in anticipation. This new pet is going to be fun, she thought carefully taking one last good look at him. She eyed him up and down, like someone excited for their favorite meal before they stabbed a fork into it. “Why don’t we go inside, I can explain the requirements and expectations of you,” she tenderly pushed his back, her paw pads cushioned by his soft fur leading him into her den.

“Ye-yes. Okay.” He meekly squeaked out stumbling forward up the step and into the doorway. A sweet summery watermelon scent filled his nose like an intoxicating drug. His big eyes soaked in the sight of the intimidating predators living quarters. After walking through a small entry way with a table that had a large bouquet of Conquista roses in a metallic black vase shaped like a skull perched in the center, the two entered into a sizeable living room. Feral tiger paintings covered the walls in a variety of jungle scenes, various gothic knickknacks were mixed in with books and pop culture figures among the seemingly endless row of shelves that line the wall closes to them. His green hooves clicked against the dark wood floor as they continued further in, black and pink plush rugs were meticulously positioned, besides one particular area where a fluffy white rug seemed almost out of place. A small picture frame hung above the area showcasing a glittering bone labeled ‘pet’. Next to the rug was a shelf that didn’t seem to match the rest of the room. Its metal legs spiraled in an intricate design of vines that dripped with silver roses budding in large displays that looked too heavy to be held up by the delicate metal. Various ornate boxes occupied the shelves, labels like “XL Toys” and “Pet’s Treats” were handwritten with little doodles of cocks that seemed to be drawn by a clumsy toddler with a dirty mind.

“Well, this is my home. It’s nothing special but I love it.” The pink tiger swiveled on her large clawed feet to face him; her long fluffy tail grazed his legs making his own tail spring right back up. His eyes wandered the room, taking in more glimpses of the different figures and books “I guess introductions are in order. My name is Anushka Tarasov but that’s only for others to use.” Before he could really register what exactly she was saying the tiger strode closer to him, “I believe Cella said your name was Serenity?” He nodded, his chest rising and falling quickly as he heard her say his name. With his blood pressure rising yet again, he didn’t really notice when a large paw pushed against the small of his back, nudging him towards the luxurious oversized couch. He instinctively sat down, politely crossing his legs and shaking his hooves with a slight tinge of fear and excitement. Enormous lavish pillows, nearly the same size as himself cushioned his back, the black fabric seemed to consume him like a tar pit. She had a ruffled mess of different comfy looking Halloween designed blankets in a pile at the other end of the couch from where he was resting. Bats, ghosts and potions peaked out from under a big feral tiger plush. Strewn throughout the couch were other plush toys in numerous sizes and species, but a small deer with a black collar and dangling metal leash stood out to him. This particular plushie seemed to be overly loved recently. The head cocked to the side, its antlers drooping down nearly touching its dangling arms.

Anushka sat down beside him, making him lose track of his thoughts, his eyes wandering back to her and away from the deer plush. The powerful aroma of juicy watermelon washed over him as he noticed the white hearts in the eyespots of the tiger’s ears flick in curiosity as her large downy tail wrapped around his waist like a fluffy belt. His body was quivering, his hooves shaking just a bit faster as she leaned in and licked his cheek again. She placed a paw on his other cheek for a brief moment, her pink eyes burning with an intensity the deer had never witnessed before, it was as if the predator had finally caught her prey. Her paw moved upwards and locked onto his antler, pulling his head down slightly as she licked his cheek. Her wet tongue slick as it traveled up his face. She carefully moved towards his ear and without hesitation began to run her glossy tongue over his soft ombre green fur. Something sweet and tart hit her tongue and she couldn’t help but lick enthusiastically at the delicious green apple flavored fur of the little deer’s ear. The delectable taste was a fine dessert she had never had before and she couldn’t get enough of it. Serenity melted under the aroused tiger, like a stick of butter left in the microwave for way to long. His hands wrapped around her soft forearms to keep himself from slipping away completely to the pleasure. A relaxed and hushed moan escaped from him as the tiger’s irresistible tongue drove deeper into his ear licking feverishly. A paw swiftly moved down from his antler to his chest, pausing for a brief moment before sliding down to his waist. Her hands explored his body, her tail slid away as she felt more of him. The small deer enveloped by soft warm fur closed his eyes; the paw pads felt nice as they searched him all over. He moaned again as the tiger’s tongue continued to work him over, expertly moving around his ear. His breath quickened into a pant as she pushed herself further onto him. Her large breasts pressed into his face as she squeezed his hips with her tender paws.

Before things got to heated, and she was unable to stop herself from fully wrecking the deer, she leaned down and rest her head on his petite shoulder. A cold nose pressed against his cheek as she nuzzled him gently. His eyes opened and a faint smile cracked his mouth. In a quiet voice the tiger said “Well little deer, I hate to do this to you as you’ve been such a good boy so far.” A paw caressed his chin, tilting his head up.

“I’m a good boy.” He reiterated shyly, blush sweeping across his face as something began swelling in him like a floodgate opening up. It was like those butterflies were back, congregating with building intensity in the pit of his stomach. She gave him a fanged smile and with lightning-fast speed, the skillful predator tackled her prey against the cushioned back of the couch. She pinned him down with ease, his arms raised above his head. She had managed to encase him in a strong bite without him even realizing it. His neck was trapped in a tight grip of her mouth, with her pearly white fangs pressing into him but not breaking the skin. Her teeth were dripping with saliva, drool running down the length of her canines and onto the little deer’s neck. Something he had never felt before overcame him, and he froze like a block of ice, his body going rigid and stiff. His sparkling green eyes going wide, pupils dilated making the black pools of his sclera nearly eating away the entirety of the iris. The brief shock to his system was too much for him to handle. Ears dropped flat against his soft brown hair, arms limp and strung up above his head, his wrists tightly gripped by the tiger. Her mouth clamped down harder. He instinctively relaxed, his body melting away into darkness as he lost consciousness.

To be continued…