What Connor Deserved
(The following is a work of fiction. Connor, Ambrosia, and Virginia are not based on any actual furs that I know. Any similarities any fur who read this or that the reader knows should probably be thought about a little.)
Connor smiled as he walked into the school. The long striped tail lashed in excitement as he walked the halls. Most of the other students got out of his way, giving him a clear path to his locker. One of his paws suddenly lashed out, swatting the books from the hands of some nerdy little underclassman, knocking them to the floor, then kicking them down the hall as he walked along a few steps.
The tiger grinned to himself, reflecting on how good his life was. He was the captain of the football team, star quarterback. Hundred of colleges were scouting him, some had been trying since he was a sophomore, or so he believed. He could have any girl he wanted, because of his position in football, his body, and of course his markings seemed to help. Some chicks just seemed to dig the orange and black fur of his. He was on top of the world.
The warning bell rang, letting them know it was time to get going. Connor walked on, heading to the classroom. He walked in, moving to the back and sitting down. He would be later next time, today he wanted to make sure he got his seat and that everyone would know it. He got comfortable in the desk, tail lashing slightly.
It was then that he saw her come in, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Her fur was a lovely shade of orange, the stripes seeming almost a pure jet black. Her was thick and luxurious, so long that it went down to the back to the back of her thighs. She wore a blouse, the top buttons undone to give her just a bit of cleavage from her large chest. Her denim skirt came down to her thigh, showing off her long powerfully muscled legs. She pushed her hair aside as she turned to sit down in a desk, showing the curves of her toned rump.
Connor shifted to adjust himself. The sight of her got him so excited, he felt as though his pants were painfully tight and like he was about to rip through them at the slightest provocation, or unleash his entire load. He had to find a way to get with her. She had to be the hottest girl he had ever seen, and another tiger to boot. She would probably love to go out with him. He knows he could not wait to have sex with her.
He listened during role call, smiling as he found out that her name was Ambrosia. He did not listen to the lesson, he never did really. Some nerd or other would do the work for him, and the coach and such would make sure that he passed all the classes so he could play games for the school. He spent most of the time watching her, the way she moved and such. He also imagined her naked on her back or on all fours beneath him.
After the bell rang he went after her, but lost sight of her in the hallways. He looked around a moment then sighed. Not being able to find her, he turned around and headed toward his next class. One of his arms reached out, shoving a passing student into the lockers with a grin. He continued on, unaware of a female form hidden near by who had seen exactly what he had done.
The day continued, and Connor could not really catch sight of her. He started to think that he was not going to catch sight of her again, then he saw her after the final class. The tiger took off, chasing after her. He managed to catch up with her just in front of the doors, and caught her by the shoulder.
"Hey," he said, putting on his kindest smile, "Ambrosia. I'm Connor. We have first period together. Well I saw you, thought you were hot, and that maybe we could do something this weekend?" He moved close to her as he dared, trying to look as kind and honest as he could. He looked at her green eyes as she seemed to think a moment.
"That's sweet of you Connor," she said as sweetly as she could manage, "but I have stuff to do this weekend. Maybe another time then?" She reached up with a paw, pressed it against the shoulder through his letterman jacket, then stroked down along the arm to his elbow. Her tail gave a small flick then she turned to walk away, heading toward a car that was waiting for her with someone behind the wheel.
The male tiger watched the female climb into the car and drive away. His tail lashed with disappointment as he turned around an walked back toward the school. He had to get to practice, and on the way he could get one of the cheerleader to hook up with him. They would do almost anything for him anyways.
And so it seemed to be the pattern through out most of the year. Connor would watch Ambrosia during first period, imagining all he could and would do with her. She would disappear after, not being able to be found the rest of the school day. Then at the end of it, he would ask her out. She would turn him down, but make it clear that she was still interested in going out on a date with him. He would then ask out someone else and have fun with them. While he did feel a little discouraged, it was never enough for him to stop trying to ask her out all together.
It was frustrating of course. It would have been more frustrating if he did not have girls giving him what he wanted most in her place. The challenge she was giving him was actually make him want her more. A part of his predatory history was excited by the thrill of the hunt. A hunt that came to an end one day. Connor sat in the cafeteria with several other of the A string football players when Ambrosia came in. She waved at the tiger then motioned him to follow as she stepped back out in the hall. The tiger got up and shoved a few students aside as he followed out after her.
"I want to thank you for being so patient," she said with a smile, "I know you have been wanting to go out with me since the first day of the school year, and I'm sorry that I kept having to turn you down." She moved closer to him. "But," She pressed a hand to his chest, "The prom is coming up. I've made sure that I was free that night...and the next. So if you want to ask me..." She smiled.
"Ambrosia, would you like to go with me to the prom?" Connor asked. His tail lashed excitedly. He got things pretty regularly, and everyone knew that getting some action on prom was guaranteed. Besides, with a body like that, how could she not be a nymphomaniac.
"I would love to be your date to the prom good sir," she said with a smile and flick of her tail. She reached into her pockets, pulling out a pen and piece of paper. "Here is my address and my phone number." She slipped it into his pocket and leaned close, almost touching her lips to his, then ran her tongue along her mouth. With that she turned and walked away.
And so the night finally came, and Connor was completely thrilled over as he put on his tuxedo. He smiled, looking at the dark blue, almost black outfit. He checked his fur, though he knew he did not need to. He always looked perfect. He headed out to the limousine, absolutely thrilled. He finally had a date with the hottest girl in school, a girl no one had been out with yet. What's more, she actually told him that SHE would take care of the hotel room for tonight.
The limo was just for the two of them. He may not have needed to impress this girl to get her naked, but it would probably help. He enjoyed the space until they reached her address. He got out and walked. The door opened before he got up the driver, the tigress already coming out to meet him. She was dressed in a dark green dress that was strapless. He felt himself twitch at her bare shoulders and ample cleavage.
So the two went to the prom, a majority of the students there watching them as they came in and started dancing. The night passed with fun, until the moment of the announcement. Connor was selected and pronounced as the prom king naturally. Ambrosia was elected as the prom queen. This caused some excitement for a few, but also lead to incredible jealousy from others, especially the other girls who were running. They had never even heard of this girl before, and apparently SHE was more popular then THEM. They would have to do something about her before graduation.
After the dance, the two of them went to the hotel where Ambrosia had gotten a room. The door was pushed open and the two went inside, Connor kissing at Ambrosia passionately and purring out loudly. The tigress broke the kiss and pushed away slightly. Her paws reached up, starting to undo the bowtie, which turned out to be just a clip on. Once he was out of his jacket and shirt, he reached for Ambrosia's dress, but was stopped.
"Lay down," she said softly, "I want you to lay back, relax, and let me take care of... Everything." She grinned and licked her lips. Her paws stroked up over his chest then pushed him onto the bed then onto the back.
Connor grinned as he laid back on the bed. He licked his lips and watched her move to straddle him. The striped feline arms slid up the chest then down over muscular arms. She gripped the wrists, then leaned forward and kissed him as she lifted his arms above his head. He was so caught up in the kiss, that for a moment he did not realized she had put something around his wrists, cuffing him to headboard.
"Oh," he said when he saw the cuffs, "Kinky girl. What's next?" He turned to look at her. It was just for a second as a length of fabric was brought up to his face, blindfolding him and keeping him from seeing anything more for the time being.
His ears shifted and he felt her paws slide along his stomach as she moved off of him. His tail lashed as he felt Ambrosia reached down to the top of his dress pants and start undoing. Connor's rear pushed up off the bed some, letting her remove the more easily. He was glad he had not worn any underwear.
The bound and blindfolded male shifted as he felt her move away and heard the bed shift from the loss of her weight. He moved his head some, trying to find her, but for some reason, could not catch the smell of her arousal. He then heard the sound of some kind of container being opened. It was soon followed by the paws pressing against his neck, feeling something cool and creamy coating him and starting to get warm against his fur and skin.
"This feels nice," he said with a grin, "This stuff feels nice warming up like that. Oooh." He shivered as he felt her stroked along the peck and down his abs. The tiger sheath started to swell, tip poking out in excitement. He gasped and jumped as he felt the cream applied to his sheath and fur covered testicles.
"You know," Ambrosia said softly, "This isn't the first time we met. I saw you before and even had a little crush on you." Her voice changed slightly as she said it.
"Oh?" Connor's ears twitched at this as he felt the tigress working his way down along his legs.
"Yes," She continued, "Do you remember back in freshman year? A small tiger girl by the name of Virginia?"
"Virginia?" the male tiger repeated, "No. Sorry. I don't remember ever meeting anyone by that name." He shrugged his shoulders some.
"It was your freshman year," the tigress told him, "like I said. Virginia was a nerdy little tiger girl who had not started to develop. She was short and flat, wearing glasses and slightly oversized shirts. You were already on the team then and well on your way to becoming the start of the team and captain. Virginia saw you and developed a small crush.
"One day, you asked her to tutor you in math, even told her you would buy her dinner afterwards, kind of make it a small date, and she agreed. When she came up, you and several of your football buddies were there waiting for her. When she did, you jumped her, stripped her to her underwear and covered her with soda. She ran off crying and humiliated."
"Uhm..." Connor said, ears pulling back, "Ambrosia? I don't know what this stuff you covered me with, but it feels like it's starting to burn a little."
"And so it started," she growled, "From then on, you and your buddies teased and made of her. Calling her Virginia the virgin forever, and saying that instead he could be called Virgie or Virgil. You even told her things like 'If your so smart how could you fall for something so stupid,' and 'Maybe you need to learn how to go through puberty and become an actual girl." You even called her an embarrassment to tiger's everywhere." Her voice cracked with emotion as she spoke, sounding on the verge of tears.
Connor smirked for a moment at how witty he was. It then faded as he remembered the burning sensation and realized then had something to do with now. He shifted, trying to get out of the bonds or get the blindfold off.
"I am Virginia," she finally said with authority, "And for a full semester I put up with your torture, until winter break when I was able to transfer to another school. That's where I was for two and a half years. I studied and worked hard, getting best grades. As I got older I grew and developed into the woman you saw today."
"Okay," Connor said, "so you were a little mad. I guess I should have been nicer-" he was cut off by a massive snarl.
"Nothing you can say is going to set it right," she growled, "I have made friends and even have someone I love now. I have high grades and am in advance classes. So I came back to get back. To humiliate you as you did me."
Connor shifted uncomfortably. His arms felt like they were starting to ache and whatever had been put on him smelled back and stung his skin slightly.
"So I flirted with you and waited," she said with a purr, "showing enough interest to keep you asking but not waiting for prom. I also made friends with students jerks like you beat on, bullied or ignored, helping them when I could. And now I got what I want. The stuff I put on you is something a friend accidentally made."
The male tiger gasped out as Ambrosia, or Virginia, poured cold water over him, washing the stuff out. He shivered slightly as he felt strangely cold. His ears perked as he heard the tigress walk to the door and open it.
Virginia smiled at the opened door and put a finger to her lips. She then moved out into the hall and motioned in. Several students from her school, most who were considered nerds, dorks and other various outcasts, stepped in. There they found Connor, their tormentor for years, tied to the bed, blindfolded, naked, wet, and with most of the fur on his front missing. They smiled and grinned. Several pulled out cameras to take pictures.
Virginia watched then walked down the hall, heading to the lobby to leave the hotel. Out there was a car. She opened the door and climbed in, kissing the male on the cheek. The two of them then drove off.
When the school day came back once more, there were multiple pictures of Connor in the rather embarrassing moment, some were not even censored, showing him completely nude. He was never really as popular as he used to be. Many of the furs he thought of as friends started making fun of him. Not to his face of course.
Ambrosia mysteriously disappeared, not showing up for her classes anymore. Several males were disappointed because of how lovely she was, several girls were mad because they could not get her back for stealing their crown, and a medium sized group of students just smirked knowingly.