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The apartment looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Papers were scattered everywhere. Used paper plates adorned the coffee table, accompanied by empty pop cans. The tenant of this disaster of an apartment, a vixen named Cassie, had finally seen enough of the results of her slovenly housekeeping and decided to do something about it. Getting out the vacuum cleaner, she ran the device over the carpet, sucking up the accumulation of dust and debris that had settled there. Her occasional bumping into the coffee table sent paper plates and pop cans falling to the floor. Grumbling in frustration, she turned off the vacuum, went to the kitchen quickly and returned with a tall kitchen trash bag. Opening her arms wide, she picked up all the garbage in one grab and threw it into the trash bag. Pulling the drawstrings, she threw it next to the can in the kitchen and resumed her vacuuming.

In half an hour's time, the apartment looked like a completely different living area. Gone were the paper plates, pop cans and dusty floor. Cassie took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of a freshly cleaned apartment. But there was still the matter of the papers being scattered around! Giving a snort of aggravation, the vixen went over to her computer desk, shuffled through the papers to determine just what they were before attempting to organize them. Cassie looked at the digital clock she kept on the computer desk. It was almost 6:30 P.M. Suddenly, her sour disposition changed to that of eagerness.

"He'll be home any minute now," she said to herself.

Running over to the mirror in the entryway, she checked herself, making sure everything on her was okay. She fluttered her eyelashes. Oh yeah, she was looking fine today! She opened the door to her apartment just in time to see him getting off the elevator. She stepped outside her apartment, pressing her body up against the door in a highly suggestive manner as he made his way closer to her. She had resolved today was going to be the day she finally did it. She waited until he was almost to her door before stepping in front of him to block his path.

"Hi," she said to him. "I'm Cassie. What's your name?"

The person she stopped, a tall, muscular tiger, stared at her, puzzled by how she was acting.

"Um . . . I'm Isaac," the big tiger said awkwardly.

"Isaac," repeated the vixen, rubbing up against the edge of her apartment door. "What a nice name."

"Thanks," said the tiger, managing a slight smile.

"I see you out here in the hall sometimes. You work weekends?"

"I do," said Isaac, warming up to the vixen. "I'm a personal trainer."

"I should have guessed," said the vixen. "You've got quite the body on you."

"Thanks," said Isaac, grinning at her. "You've got a lovely figure on you too."

"Not as nice as yours," said Cassie. "Any chance I might get to see that body of yours . . . a little closer?"

By now, Isaac had no illusions about what the vixen wanted. Her she was, rubbing her body against her open apartment door, fluttering her eyelashes at him and now she was wondering if she could see his body "a little closer"! G

"I take it you looking for something other than a fitness training session?" joked the tiger.

"Just a different kind," Cassie responded. "I'm sure we could burn some calories between us."

"I'm sure we could," chuckled the tiger. "Your place or mine?"

"I was just cleaning up . . ."

"Okay," said Isaac. "How about you come over and we'll have some coffee?"

"I'd like that," said Cassie. "Is now okay?"

"Now would be fine," answered Isaac. "Here, follow me."

Cassie walked down to the end of the hall with Isaac, whose apartment was the very last door on the same side of the building as her own apartment. The tiger opened the door, ushering her to enter first. She smiled at him as she walked by.

Isaac's apartment was the epitome of organized. Cassie looked around the living room, seeing that everything was clean and neat. Exercise equipment was in one corner of the living room, while in another corner was the tiger's television. Even from a distance, the vixen saw that Isaac kept all of his DVDs in alphabetical order. Several bookcases were visible, all of them stuffed with trophies that the tiger had won in various sports contests over the years.

"Quite a nice place you have, Isaac," observed the vixen. "You certainly keep things in order."

"I'm all about keeping things in order," said the tiger. "You partial to Kona blend coffee?"

"I love it," said Cassie.

"I'll make us a pot," said Isaac. "Please, make yourself at home."

Cassie did just that. Still admiring the trophies from afar, she sat down on the tan Italian leather couch next to her. She couldn't believe how cozy the furniture was! She leaned her head back, finding the tiger's apartment to be so inviting, so relaxing. She stretched her legs, feeling the tension just fade away into oblivion. She heard the grinding of the coffee maker followed by the sight of Isaac coming back out to the living room. He sat down on the spot next to Cassie, grinning.

"Coffee will be ready in just a bit," announced the tiger.

"I'm surprised you drink coffee, Isaac," uttered Cassie. "I heard it's not very good for one's body."

"It's not the greatest," said the tiger. "But I like to entertain, so it's always good to have some around."

"I see," said Cassie, grinning at him.

"So, tell me about yourself," urged Isaac. "You know that I'm a personal trainer, but what is it you do for a living?"

"I'm a lawyer," admitted the vixen.

"What?" said Isaac, unable to hide his laughter. "Get out of here! Really?"

"Corporate law," said the vixen. "What, don't I look the part?"

"I guess not," said Isaac. "I always picture lawyers as being older."

"And male?" asked the vixen with a sly smirk.

"Yeah," admitted the tiger. "I guess I usually picture them as guys."

"Typical," said the vixen.

"Sorry," mumbled Isaac.

"Oh, you're fine," Cassie assured him, waving aside his comment. "Believe me, I'm used to it."

"And lawyer jokes?"

"I've heard them all," laughed the vixen. "Trust me."

"You from around here?" asked Isaac.

"No," said Cassie. "I came out here to go to law school and it was just easier to stay once I got my degree and passed the bar."

"So, where's home?" inquired the tiger.

"Michigan. The Upper Peninsula."

"Is that so?" chuckled Isaac. "Near Lake Superior?"

"Right on the lake," said Cassie. "My dad and I went fishing all the time when I was a cub. I'm hoping this summer to take some time off to go back over there and fish with him. It's been way too long."

Isaac opened his mouth to speak, but heard the "beep, beep, beep" of the coffee maker letting him know that the pot was done. The tiger excused himself, but first asked if Cassie liked anything in her coffee. The vixen requested cream and sugar. Not one to keep a lady waiting, Isaac hastily prepared a cup for Cassie out in the kitchen, bringing it to her on a saucer. The vixen put her nose near the edge of the cup, inhaling the rich, pungent smell of the roasted beverage. She took a small sip, testing it.

"Wonderful," said Cassie. "You make a great cup of coffee, Isaac."

"Thanks," said the tiger. "I'm also known to do a good job of pleasing ladies in the sack."

Cassie stopped drinking her coffee. Giving the tiger a sly grin, she inquired into that. "I was hoping you'd get around to talking about that."

"I figured that's why you stopped me in the hall," confessed the tiger. "Right?"

"You're right. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and I was hoping you could help me with that."

"I'm sure I can," said Isaac.

"Well then why am I even bothering with this coffee?" she joked. "How about we get to it?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the tiger in a deep, sensual tone.

Isaac escorted the vixen to his bedroom. Opening the door, Cassie took notice of something very strange. On the headboard of the tiger's bed, there were several tally marks etched into the wood. She quickly got over the initial shock of this, guessing why they were there.

"Previous conquests?" asked the vixen.

"You could say that," grinned Isaac. "There anything special you like?"

Cassie shrugged. "I'm just hoping that you're not hung like a sunflower seed."

Without any more delay, the tiger pulled his already hardening cock out of his pants, presenting it to the vixen for inspection. "Does this meet with your approval?"

Cassie's jaw dropped. She'd had her share of sexual encounters, but never with anyone that was this big! "I think that will pass muster."

"Good," said Isaac, pulling his shirt off. "Cause I wanna fuck me some fox pussy!"

Cassie giggled as they both got undressed. She took notice of the fact that Isaac was putting on a condom. Being different species, she wasn't concerned about getting pregnant, but there was always the risk of disease. His precaution reassured her that he was a sane beast. She got on the bed once her clothes were completely removed. She watched as the now naked tiger climbed aboard, his hard cock coming right at her crotch. She threw her head back, feeling her vaginal walls being spread wide from the massive feline cock that was inside of her. She looked up at Isaac, seeing his finely sculpted figure. His pecs, abs, biceps . . . every square inch of him was just perfect, as though he had been sculpted by some Renaissance artist. She looked into his bright blue eyes. They were just gorgeous! She closed her eyes again, completely surrendering to his will. She wanted him to dominate her, to be made to completely submit to the tiger's every wish in bed.

Isaac fucked away at his neighbor vixen, his cock pushing apart her vaginal walls and engulfing his member, squeezing it closer and closer to orgasm. He propped himself up higher, pinning Cassie's arms to the bed as he continued his onslaught, never slowing down or showing any signs of fatigue as he fucked the vixen senseless, her tits bouncing all over with every pelvic thrust. She begged him to go harder and harder, wishing that he had not covered himself. She wanted to feel the massive flood of his seed pouring into her cunt. She wanted him more than anything.

Cassie couldn't believe that even after ten minutes of intense fucking, the tiger had still not came. Clearly he possessed almost supernatural stamina in bed. He growled as he felt his own climax coming. He'd already made the vixen cum once, perhaps he could get her to climax again?

"Get . . . ready!" he called out to her.

Cassie felt his dick tear away at her pussy even harder. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid. She could feel it coming again, another orgasm! Digging her paws into the bed, she was overwhelmed by her second orgasm of the day as the tiger roared from his own release. Gradually, he slowed his fucking until he had stopped completely. Pulling out, he grabbed the slick, wet condom around his cock, pulled it off and threw it into the wastebasket next to the bed. Cassie just rolled around, basking in the afterglow of the greatest sex she ever had.

"Oh . . . Isaac," she breathed. "That was unreal. You're the best."

"Thanks," said the tiger. "You wanna see what I have in store for you next?"

"Sure," said Cassie, thinking that whatever it was, if it was anything like the sex, she was going to enjoy it.

"Good," said Isaac with a grin. "I promise you, you'll never forget this."

Cassie was about to ask him what he had in store for her, but her words were silenced as the tiger suddenly put his paws around her neck, squeezing her like a wet towel. She couldn't believe what he was doing! She tried screaming, but the tiger had completely cut off her air supply. Desperately, she kicked and flailed her arms, but the tiger simply picked her up like a rag doll. He glared at her with pure malevolence, taunting her as she struggled for her very life.

"Bitch . . . whore . . . slut . . . cunt!"

She tried to pull his paws away from her neck, but it was futile. His strength was such that he was completely in control. She felt herself losing consciousness, everything was going black. The tiger glared at her, watching the very life escape from her eyes as he strangled her. He pressed harder, harder, until he saw her eyes were completely glazed over. Releasing his death grip, he tossed her lifeless body on the bed. Going over to his dresser, he opened the top drawer, retrieving a pocket knife. He climbed on his bed, and with the pocket knife blade, he carved another notch into his headboard. His count was up to eight.

Finished, he closed the blade of the pocket knife. He looked at Cassie, her lifeless eyes opened, staring at him blankly. He smiled back at her.

"Looks like you won't be fishing with your Dad this summer, doesn't it?"