If you asked Markus what had led him to accept this position, then it would be all too easy to have a long list of respectable answers.

“This is the cutting-edge of technology!”
“If this works, we could solve all resource shortages!”
“I’m a big believer in Mr. Blakesley’s vision for the future!”
“The invention could single-handedly do more to stop global warming that anything tried so far!”

And none of that was wrong – but to tell the full truth, the biggest reason would probably be something along the lines of:

“My boss is an absolute heart-throb.”

Though… Markus might not use quite such tame language. It was undeniable though – his tiger superior who was more akin to a landmark than a fellow ‘person’ was completely and utterly handsome: tall, muscular, fluffy, arrogant but had the power to enforce it…

And his very obvious nefarious intentions to use this technology to dispose of obstacles in his path and potentially shrink all of humanity down to toy about with just made it all the hotter.

A magnitude five earthquake shook the world and Markus’ voice went rather hoarse at the familiar sight of two bared tiger paws pressing against the glass walls of their ‘enclosure’ as if to mock the towering fortifications.

…though perhaps calling it an enclosure was generous. After all, their world was contained within the enormous extent of a basic, simple petri dis—

“THE FILES, VELLER?”

The deep, British tones vibrated through him as Markus spluttered, quickly orienting himself.

“S-Sending, sir! Should be in your inbox… now!”

A pause that stretched for far too long, until—

“MM. RECEIVED – GOOD.”

It was maybe slightly pathetic how even the smallest of compliments had Markus shivering softly into his seat but to that Markus would ask any potential juror to try receiving praise from a man who could climb up onto this desk and turn the entire city to scrap in less than a minute and see how they reacted.

*THWOOOOOM…*

The sound of their noble glass walls straining softly, the brutal paw invaders displaying their idle power. Maxwell could set each paw on either side of this miniaturised world and reduce it to rubble within a few seconds should he really deign it so.

“ANY STATUS REPORTS?”

“City in… good condition, sir! Er… a-assuming your paws stay in place…”

An idle remark that most would be too scared to do, but Markus had realised quicky that it was quite the opposite – Mr. Blakesley seemed to enjoy his raw power and size being pointed out. If Markus didn’t know any better, he’d say this job was tailor-made for him.

“FOR YOUR SAKE I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD HOPE SO.”

In the distance that tail twitched – Markus tore his gaze from the screen to check on the city weather reports, already adjusting to account for their superior’s paws and tail movements. Say what you would about this miniaturised civilisation – they had adapted quickly to the sole changing constant of Maxwell Blakesley.

Markus found himself staring back and forth between the screen in front of him and the view of the tiger in the horizon. It was so bizarre to see this ‘real’ rendition of Mr. Blakesley contrasted with the sheer godly view of the tiger in all his glorious size—

“MM. YOUR PERFORMANCE HAS BEEN ACCEPTABLE, VELLER. PERHAPS WE SHOULD SEE ABOUT A BONUS?”

Markus really hoped his blushing ears weren’t that visible over the laptop camera.

“A… bonus, sir?”

“CORRECT. A LUMP SUM… A PAY-RISE, A BIGGER OFFICE, SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES. WHAT DO YOU DESIRE?”

The tiny human’s eyes widening, his pulse-racing… the thought was already leaving his mouth before he knew it – a thought that both him and the godly tiger knew all too well.

“C-could you… flex your toes, sir?”

That deep, rumbling chuckle – the entire city subject to Maxwell’s amusement. And yet just as it had so many times already, those fluffy pawpads of ultimate destruction set into motion and—

*CREAAAAAAK…*

The poor petri-dish strained once more, the entire city at the mercy of the tiger god and his devoted, bashful assistant.

“I’LL GIVE YOU TEN MINUTES, VELLER. THEN I’LL BE OUT TO USE THE BATHROOM AND THEN TAKE A MEETING.”

“Will you be… t-taking your phone with you sir?”

“TO THE BATHROOM?~”

“The meeting…!”

Markus stared with a whimper at his laptop, that smirking tiger face somehow contained and transmitted within the CEO’s phone.

“OF COURSE – AND I’LL EXPECT YOU TO TAKE NOTES FOR ME.”

“Yessir!”

A low droning hum, yet another expression of approval that had Markus trembling.

“AND PERHAPS THE FORMER TOO, DEPENDING ON MY MOOD.”

The tiger leaned back in his chair with a knowing smirk, generously ignoring the muffled whimper coming through his phone as outside his paws started yet again at the thick walls of Markus’ paradise.

…this was going to be a long ten minutes.

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Done by the fantastic  rokki-maniac-nsfw who was commissioned by my dear friend  JVector as a lovely birthday gift. Huge thank you to both of them!!!

There is a wider story behind this picture that you will see more of in due time, trust me… for now though please enjoy this wonderful picture and short story of Maxwell and Markus (who is of course JordilianVector’s lovely little guy who often finds himself tiny around men he quite fancies. So often I tend to write Maxwell as grumpy and destructive which makes sense considering his character and wider attitude towards humanity – it’s nice to have some stuff of him getting along with the rare few people who make it past his prickly walls…

…of course said rare few only tend to encourage his destructive and morally questionable desires but… if you had access to Maxwell, wouldn’t you do the same?

Blurred Version in its sexy glory can be found here!