# New to the Neighborhood (Commission for GuyThreepWood)

Author: Arki Darkwater
Tags: Aroused, Ass, Black, Blowjob, Blue, Buff, Bulge, Butt, Claws, Cock, Commission, Consensual, Cuddling, Cum, Cumming, Cumshot, Deep Thrust, Dick, Domination/Submission, Feet, Feline, First Person, Foot Fetish, French Kissing, Friendship, Gay Relationships, Gray, House, Hug, Human, Kissing, Licking, M/M, Male, Massage, Master/Pet, Master/Slave, Multiple Species, Muscles, Musk, Naked, Nude, Nudity, Orange, Orgasm, Ownership, Paw, Paws, Pet, Police, Pre, Precum, Rimjob, Rimming, Romance, Sex, Shirtless, Shorts, Shy, Size Difference, Sleeping, Smile, Snuggles, Story, Stripes, Sub, Teeth, Tiger, Tongue, Underwear, Uniform, White

This story was commissioned by [GuyThreepwood](https://guythreepwood.sofurry.com/), and follows a human named Caleb as he moves into his new apartment and meets a tiger named Wyatt, an experience that will certainly take him on quite an adventure~  
  
Update: Click [here](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1565898) to read Cabin Fervor, the sequel!

New to the Neighborhood

  

I repeated the room number over and over in my head, desperately trying not to forget it. Three-fourteen. Three-fourteen. Three-fourteen. I was absolutely terrible with remembering numbers, or really anything important in my life. I could always recall random trivia and useless nerdy knowledge with ease, but never the time of a doctor's appointment, or the password for my email account, or dare-I-say, the number of my new apartment.

  

It was Tuesday, and that was move-in day for me. I didn't have that many possessions, so I was able to fit it all in just my truck, which I had parked outside. The new apartment complex was in the same city as I had been living in before, just on the opposite side of it so I could live closer to my job. I was excited, but had to admit I was nervous as well—the area of town I now lived in didn't have many humans in it, being far more densely populated with anthros, especially large predatory ones it seemed. Just in the short trip from my truck up to the front door, I walked passed a wolf and a polar bear, with the latter easily being a foot and a half taller than me.

  

What was my room number again? I asked myself, coming to a stop before the large set of stairs leading up to the second floor. Shit.

  

It was on the third floor, I knew that much. The box I was carrying was large and unwieldy, being filled with a heavy assortment of pots, pans and other kitchen supplies. I didn't want to set it down, so I figured I'd just take it up to the third floor and set it down there, then go back down to my truck to check my room number and grab another load.

  

I took a few cautious steps forward. The box was big enough that I could barely see over it, and I couldn't see my feet or where I was stepping at all. In addition to my bad memory, I was famously clumsy and bad on my feet, so the fact I was trying to do this at all was a massive slip in judgement. Nonetheless, I persevered upward, the rate of my steps increasing ever-so-slightly as I gained more confidence in my stride.

  

I was about 30 steps up when I lost my balance and fell backwards.

  

My whole body suddenly felt completely weightless. Huh? I thought to myself stupidly, momentarily unaware of what was happening. The moment was surreal; it might've even been pleasant in a strange way, had I not been seconds away from nearly splitting my skull open on the hard tiled floor beneath the stairs.

  

Then I realized what was happening. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I thought frantically. Time felt like it was moving in slow-motion. The box was pinning my body down under its weight, and shooting a glance behind my tumbling body, I could see the quickly approaching ground. This is how I die. This is how everything ends. I'm not ready…

  

The box slid away from my feeble grasp and tumbled onto the ground a short distance away with a loud clash. A soft but strong pair of arms clung tightly around my midsection, sheltering me from the fall. For a long moment they kept their grip on me, holding me firmly in place and pressed against the broad, comforting body of whomever had caught me. I was breathing heavily, trying to retrieve the wind that had been knocked out of me, and my mind was racing. I could've just died, easily, if not been seriously injured. 

  

“Just relax," said a soft baritone voice in my ear. “You're alright." The voice's tone had that sort of deep, rich quality that immediately made me relax.

  

Finally, the arms let me go, gently placing me onto the ground next to the first couple steps. I turned my head to see who it was.

  

He was a tiger—and quite a large one, even by tiger standards, I suspected. He was quite a bit taller than me and had an imposing muscular body, one that obviously saw the gym on a regular basis. He was wearing sandals on his large footpaws, gray sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt that hugged his form nicely, and around his neck was a necklace with a small metal pendant hanging from it. His hair—long and orange like his fur—was draped in equal parts over each shoulder and behind his head.

  

All I could do for a long moment was stare up at him, frozen in place. Despite the fact he had just saved me and obviously had good intentions, I couldn't help but feel intimidated in his presence. I opened my mouth to speak, intending to thank him for catching me, but the words failed to come out.

  

He stood up and offered me a paw. “C'mere, buddy," he said with a kind smile on his face. “Lemme help you up."

  

I reached my hand up, and he grabbed on with a firm grip and pulled me up. My legs were shaking—no doubt from the near-death experience I just had—but the tiger placed a paw on each of my shoulders to help steady me.

  

“T-thank you…" I finally managed to stutter out.

  

“Of course! That was a really close call, little dude," the feline replied with a lighthearted chuckle. “You probably shouldn't have been trying to carry such a big box all on your own."

  

“Yeah…" I said quietly, nervously chuckling in response. “That was stupid of me. But I didn't know who I could've asked for help…"

  

“Well, how about me?" the tiger said with a proud grin, pointing to himself. “I'd be happy to help you move in. Three-fourteen, isn't it?"

  

“How'd you—" I began, suddenly remembering the apartment number I had forgotten. The tiger cut me off.

  

“I heard someone was moving in to the apartment right next to mine, and that he'd be arriving today. I was outside taking a stroll when I spotted you entering the building, so I figured you were probably the guy and I'd go introduce myself to you." He reached out a paw in an offering to shake my hand, all the while brimming down at me with a bright smile illuminating his face. “The name's Wyatt."

  

I shook his paw and nodded, smiling back pleasantly and feeling a lot more at ease now. “I'm Caleb. It's a pleasure to meet you, and once again, thank you so much for catching me earlier."

  

“It ain't a problem!" Wyatt replied happily. “Now then…" He walked over to the box I had dropped and hoisted it up with ease. 

  

“You sure are strong," I marveled as he started heading up. “I guess you don't need any help."

  

“Nah, I've got it! Let's go, shall we?" I nodded eagerly and followed him up the stairs, making sure to take careful steps.

  

With Wyatt's help, moving in barely took any time at all. It only took us three more trips together to move my entire truckload of belongings up to apartment three-fourteen—a number I vowed to diligently remember from that time forth. 

  

After we were finished, he told me he had to go run some errands—grocery shopping and the like—but he told me he'd be happy to hang out sometime so we could get to know each other, seeing as we were next-door neighbors after all. I happily agreed.

  

“Great!" he exclaimed, standing in the open doorway of my apartment. “We'll find a time one of these next few days when we're both free."

  

“Sounds good to me," I said with a smile and a nod. “I'll see you around."

  

“Yup! Seeya later, dude." With a wide, pleasant grin on his face, he strolled away, and I closed the door.

  

After an exhausting rest of the day spent situating my apartment and making things comfortable, I turned off my bedroom's lights and layed down in bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I lost myself in a maze of thought. Wyatt was at the center of it.

  

I had always felt uneasy around larger anthros, especially those of a big predatory species like Wyatt. After all, as a human, who in their right mind wouldn't be? But something about the tiger had me completely at ease—maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he cradled me when he caught me from my fall, a nonverbal reassurance that said Don't worry. You're safe now, I've got you.

  

Throughout the whole day setting up my apartment, I couldn't get the tiger out of my head. I wanted to know more about him—what he was like, what he did for a living, so forth. But especially, I wanted to see more of his physicality. He had a warm, kind smile, but a domineering nature lurking beyond his grinning teeth, and especially in his body. I started to picture what he looked like with a bit less clothes on. The thought of his footpaws crossed my mind as well—paws being something I took quite an interest in, secretly of course. Only being guarded by his sandals earlier, I got a good view, but a lot was still left to my imagination. I imagined him stripping down, then smothering my face in his paws, and— 

  

I shook the thoughts out of my head. The room was dark, but looking down I could see the tent I was pitching under my shorts. Ugh. I can't be thinking like this right now, I thought to myself. I barely know anything about the guy. And I need sleep for tomorrow.

  

It took a while, but I finally managed to drift off and get some rest.

  

(...)

  

I ran into him a few times over the course of the next few days. Late on Wednesday night while returning from work, I encountered my new friend doing just the same. Wearing a navy-blue coat and tie and with his cap tucked under his arm, he came up from behind me. His sudden presence startled me, almost making me jump.

  

“Wow, wait a minute, you're a cop?" I uttered, turning to face him.

  

“Oh! Yeah, I am. Did I not mention that when we met?" He let out a chuckle and scratched behind his neck. “Gotta protect the city and whatnot, y'know?"

  

“Oh, yeah, for sure," I replied with a nervous chuckle. “I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised. You certainly seem fit for the job."

  

Wyatt flexed his bicep and winked at me, just before turning to the door with the number 313 engraved on it. “Hahaha. You bet, little dude."

  

For a long moment he seemed very focused on sorting through the ring of keys in his paws to unlock his door. Even so, I turned the other way and hid my blushing face in my hands.

  

“Alright, well. I'll seeya later! Have a good night," he said with a small wave.

  

“Y-yeah!" I stuttered out, shaking the flustered look off my face before I turned back to him and smiled. “You too!"

  

(...)

  

A few more days passed, and I had a few more brief interactions with him. Despite my efforts, the mental image of him still popped into my head every now and again.

  

Finally on monday when I left for work in the morning, I saw a sticky note posted to my door. The messy but still legible message read Hey! Wyatt here. Was wondering if Thursday night you'd like to hang out? My place at 6:00 if you're interested~

  

At 6:00 sharp that Thursday, I came upon the door to his apartment and knocked.

  

“Hey there, good to see you!" Wyatt chirped as he opened the door, welcoming me in with a waving gesture. He was wearing a shirt and tie and work pants—I suspected he had probably arrived home from his police duties just recently. “Come on in. I've got dinner cooking right now."

  

“Thank you," I said with a smile, walking in and letting my curiosity roam free as I took a look around. 

  

The scenery wasn't anything too complicated, but it still had plenty of personality. Beyond the kitchen near the entrance, there was a small dining table and then the living room, where much of the furniture and ornaments had a deep, oceanic blue color theme that appeared to be very thoughtfully arranged. Hanging on the wall were a few pictures. One featured him and two other tigers that looked as though they ought to be his parents, while the others were likely him and some of his friends, perhaps fellow cops.

  

“I like your apartment," I muttered quietly, wandering back over to him after making the rounds. “You like blue I presume?"

  

“Eh. Yeah, a bit," he said, finishing the thought with a chuckle and shooting me a playful grin. He finished stirring the contents of the dutch oven on the stove and then picked it up, carefully transporting it to the table. “Hope you like curry."

  

I licked my lips as the scent wafted over to me. “You bet I do. That smells amazing."

  

“Good, 'cause there's a lot of it."

  

We sat down at the table—Wyatt had set it up with bowls, utensils and drinks before I arrived—and immediately we started digging in.

  

Between bites of his delicious curry we chatted—about how work was going, how my new apartment was treating me, simple topics like that. Before I even knew it, the whole thing of curry was gone, although Wyatt—being the big hungry guy he was—scarfed down the majority of it.  

  

“Ahh...that was good," he muttered with a loud, content sigh, leaning back in his chair.

  

“It sure was!" I agreed with fervent smile and nod. “What do you wanna do now?"

  

“Hmm," the tiger mumbled thoughtfully. “You like football? I heard there's a game on tonight."

  

“Ehh, I guess so," I answered with a shrug. “I wouldn't mind watching it."

  

“Cool!" Wyatt replied, tossing me the TV remote and pointing towards the large flat-screen bolted to the wall in the living room. “It's channel nine I think. If it's alright with you, I'm gonna change into something more comfortable." He chuckled to himself and scratched the back of his neck, seemingly eager to get out of his restrictive work clothes.

  

“Yeah, go ahead," I said, plopping myself down on the couch and hitting the power button. I surfed through the channels until I found the right one.

  

Wyatt returned a moment later and sat down right beside me. Within a mere second of catching a glimpse of him, I could feel my whole face flush a flustered red color. The tiger's attire had changed quite a bit—now all he wore was a loose-fitting tank-top and a pair of basketball shorts. His feet were bare as well. 

  

“Ah! Feels good to finally get all that fabric off me, hahaha." With his eyes intently glued onto the TV screen, he leaned back in his seat, folded his paws behind his head, and kicked his legs up, resting his big footpaws on the coffee table in front of us. The TV and the tiger's comments were nothing but background noise in that moment. All I could do was stare.

  

He looks so bare now… I thought, my mind in a sort of trance. My eyes gazed up and down his impressive figure, admiring every inch of him, and then stopping at last at his footpaws. His toes were wiggling idly, happy to be free from a pair of constricting socks and boots after a long day. In the back of my head, it occurred to me I might've started drooling.

  

“Umm...you gonna watch the game, buddy?"

  

Suddenly, I snapped out of it. I hadn't even realized it, but the tiger had shifted his focus over to me, and was now looking at me with a befuddled expression on his face.

  

“Y-yes! Yes, I sure am. Go team!" I uttered nervously, looking away from him and glueing my distracted eyes to the TV. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I could feel my mouth suddenly growing parched. I quickly grabbed one of the pillows beside me on the couch and placed it on my lap, a casual and innocuous way to hide my quickly growing erection. Just act normal, just act normal, I repeated to myself in my head, trying to ease away my panic.

  

Wyatt let out a small, amused chuckle. “Well, if you say so," he muttered, turning his focus back to the TV. In truth, my knowledge of football or how it worked was modest at best, but I tried to act interested, focusing my eyes on the football itself as it soared through the air towards the endzone.

  

My focus was broken when Wyatt scooted closer and put his arm around me.

  

If it was even possible for my face to change to a deeper shade of red, it must have done it. My heart was pounding inside of my chest so hard I started to feel a bit sick. I shuddered in his grasp, tilting my head up slowly, utterly unsure of his intentions. His gaze was still fixed on the screen.

  

“W-wyatt?" I asked timidly.

  

“Yeah?" he replied nonchalantly, looking over and down at me. His expression was flat and emotionless, seemingly unconcerned with the situation. I looked back at him, then down at the pillow on my lap, unsure of what to say. There was a long moment of silence.

  

Then Wyatt let out a deep sigh and threw his head back, rolling his eyes. “Seriously?" He pulled his arm away from me.

  

“Seriously w-what?" I uttered softly.

  

Finally, the lack of expression on his face went away, as his lip curled up into a smirk. He let out a quiet snort, then opened his maw wide as he burst out into a slew of deep, hearty laughter.  

  

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he uttered, his speech broken up by his dwindling chuckles. “You're just...man, you're so unaware...it's kinda hilarious." Finally calming down, he gulped down what remained of his fit of laughter, paused for a moment, and then spoke again, much more clearly now. “You're obviously into me, bud. You don't think I've noticed?"

  

“You…" I said, beginning to form an answer, but I stopped as soon as I realized I didn't have one. I recognized then that I shouldn't have been so unassuming of Wyatt. He was a cop, after all—he was probably trained to have sharp, watchful eyes. 

  

Feeling embarrassed, I tucked my face into my arms and curled up a bit on the couch.

  

“Hey, don't feel bad!" he said, placing a paw on my shoulder and giving me a compassionate look. “I'm gay too, and I figured you wouldn't mind if I made a move on you. But I'm sorry if I acted too brashly."

  

“No! It's alright…" I said, chuckling softly as I tried to relax a bit. “I liked it…"

  

Wyatt smiled warmly. “Perfect, then!"

  

I didn't have time to react. The tiger's arms jutted towards me quickly and scooped me up, pulling me up on top of the tiger's body as he sprawled out along the couch's length, resting on his back. 

  

I wasn't really sure what to do at first. My experience with being intimate like this was limited, to say the least, and I was too shocked by the suddenness of the situation to think clearly. I just laid there on top of him, my cheeks flushing a deep red color as he wrapped his arms around me and tugged me closer to his chest.

  

“Well?" Wyatt asked stupidly, grinning at me. “You gonna do something or just lay there like a plank?"

  

“I...I dunno…" I muttered shyly, squirming as he tightened his grip a bit. “Why don't you just tell me what to do?"

  

“Putting me in charge?" the tiger replied, his smirk growing bigger. He chuckled mischievously. “If you're okay with that, I wouldn't mind taking the reins. But don't expect me to go easy on you. I'll expect obedience."

  

I looked down at him, somewhat warily. He's very domineering, I pondered thoughtfully. But...I think I like that. I want him to have control over me. I want him to use me as he pleases. 

  

After a long pause, I nodded in response. Seeing my affirmation, the tiger's face lit up, his impish smile growing all the more playful and devious, almost as if I could see him plotting what he'd like to do with me. He placed a paw behind my head and pushed it down gently, easing my lips towards his until they were firmly pressed together. He kissed me deeply for a moment that seemed to last hours, his large, broad muzzle locked in place. His tongue slipped into my mouth, pushing against mine with a strength I couldn't even hope to compete with. 

  

For a brief moment he pulled away, but only a short distance lingered between our heads. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and his eyes scanning my features. They were a curious sunset-like yellow color, gazing into my eyes intimately, and continuing to do so as he kissed me again, and then again, sloppily making out with and exploring his submissive human pet.

  

After a few more minutes of this, he pulled away, an elated grin on his muzzle. “You're cute when you blush, you know that?"

  

“I…uhh...thank you," I said, letting out a soft, nervous chuckle. If anything, the comment just made me even redder.

  

The tiger didn't seem to plan on wasting any time. He gently pushed me down onto his lap, allowing him to grab his tank-top and pull it over his head. He tossed it to the side and then scooted me back up, kissing me once more before doing the same to the garments on my upper body.

  

At this point my crotch was sporting quite the erection, throbbing excitedly against his lower stomach. Prodding against my thigh was the tiger's bulge as well, pulsing with eagerness. I wanted nothing more than to free both of them from their fabric cages, but forced myself to wait for now, unsure of whether Wyatt wanting that yet. For the moment he seemed much more content to focus on my upper body, kissing up and down my neck. I could even feel his teeth a few times, his fangs gently tickling my skin. Meanwhile the tiger's soft paws rubbed and massaged up and down my back, gently squeezing me in all the right places. My own hands drifted along his chest and sides beneath me, simply appreciating his broad, muscular body. I moaned out softly, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

  

“Here, buddy, I have something you might like…" the tiger muttered, folding his arms behind his head, exposing his armpits. The domineering smirk on his face said it all; I knew exactly what he wanted to see me do. Hesitantly, I nuzzled my face into the fuzzy, sweaty nook, inhaling deeply and letting the big feline's musk fill my nostrils. The scent was overwhelming, but very pleasing, so I inhaled some more, nudging my face in a bit deeper. 

  

At this point, the tiger's paws had found their way to my rear, and he had slipped them down under my pants. He squeezed my cheeks gently, then snuck a few digits between them, prodding at my hole with curiosity. 

  

“Scoot down a bit further," Wyatt said after a while, nudging me out from his armpit nook. “I've got something I want you to take care of."

  

“Yes, Sir," I replied quietly, doing just as he instructed. The tiger slipped his paws out from my pants and slipped them under the elastic waistband of his shorts, starting to tug them down instead.

  

“Hmm…"Sir" sounds too formal," Wyatt said thoughtfully, his eyes briefly grazing the ceiling above him. “Why not something a bit more revering...like master, how about?" He grinned down at me, the idea clearly pleasing him. 

  

For a moment I wasn't sure what to respond. The tiger already had such an extreme degree of control over my body. Submitting to him like that would be the final act to make me his. Then, upon the realization that that was exactly what I wanted, I smiled and nodded back up at him. “Anything you desire, master."

  

“Suck my cock, then, pet," he commanded sternly. “I'll reward you afterwards, I promise."

  

I didn't waste any time. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down the rest of the way and off his feet, tossing the garments to the side. With one paw the tiger firmly grabbed onto my head and held it down in front of his crotch, right before the massive, throbbing stick of meat I had unveiled. His other paw held the bottom of the shaft firmly, and pushed the cock forward, into my face as he smothered me with it. It was large enough to completely obstruct the vision from either of my eyes at a time. 

  

I started lapping at the cock with my tongue, placing my hands on the tiger's thighs and rubbing them gently as I hastily got to work pleasing my master. I continued to lick at his cock until he guided me up to the tip of it, already leaking out precum from such an intense arousal, much like my own, still within the confines of my pants. I opened my mouth wide and took the tip in, barely able to achieve such a feat but managing nonetheless. Wyatt let out a groan of pleasure as he pushed my head down slowly, forcing more of the thick, lengthy dick into my mouth. I gagged a bit at first, but eventually managed to fall into a comfortable rhythm, my head bobbing up and down slowly on his length.

  

“Mmfff...fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Wyatt mumbled between moans, starting to push up and down on my head with a bit more force and speed. I gulped down his leaking precum and kept sucking, taking in more and more of him until I eventually gagged again, reaching my max capacity a whole inch or two before I could reach the base. Wyatt then pulled me off. 

  

The tiger grabbed my sides and with a bit of force yanked me up, positioning me so I was sitting on his crotch, facing him. He helped pull my pants off, finally freeing my hard cock, hanging out in front of him. It paled in comparison to his of course, but he grinned at the sight of it and reach out a paw to give it a few teasing strokes, forcing a moan out of me. Then he grabbed onto my hips and slid his large cock between my cheeks, prodding at my tight hole for a few moments before he finally pushed down on me, grunting as he forced his cock into me, stretching me open wide.

  

The feeling was surreal—a bit painful, of course, but pleasurable as well. I couldn't help but let out a loud, passionate moan as he forced a considerable amount of it inside, loud enough that our neighbors easily could've heard it, had they been listening. The thought—accompanied by a wave of embarrassment—crossed the back of my mind, but the intensity of Wyatt forcing his dick up my ass was enough to completely drown it out. I started bouncing up and down on him, gradually picking up speed.

  

I kept riding for a few more moments, but Wyatt eventually held me still and pulled me up off his cock, realizing that there was a bit too much friction to force it as far in as he'd like.

  

“Get on the floor," he ordered simply. I hopped off of him and got on my hands and knees on the soft carpet below. 

  

A short moment later, I felt something wet and slippery—no doubt the feline's large, slobbery tongue—licking at my entrance with ardor. My butt already felt sore from what the penetration thusfar, but feeling the wet slickness of his tongue on it felt amazing. He slurped around the hole and over it, tracing concentric circles with his tongue, before forcing it into my hole. I gripped at the carpet and bit down on my lip, letting out muffled moans as he fucked me with his tongue, sliding it in and out repeatedly. 

  

It wasn't soon after that he pulled back away, and then I once again felt the head of his cock poking at my rear. It slid in a lot easier this time, my hole having been stretched out already and now lubed up from the tiger's quick rimjob.

  

“Ahhh, fuck yeah," he muttered in a haze of grunts and groans. He leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my chest as he started thrusting into me forcefully, picking up speed fast. With each thrust his hips slapped against my butt, each one prompting yet another short, staccato-like moan from me. I was panting heavily, the heat of the pleasurable moment quickly bringing me to exhaustion. Down below my cock throbbed relentlessly, rapidly approaching my climax.

  

“I'm g-gonna c-cum," I stuttered out weakly.

  

“Rrrfff...wait for me," the tiger growled, slamming into me even harder. I did as he said, to the best of my ability, but at this rate I didn't think I could oblige his command for much longer. His thick dick was rubbing against my prostate with each thrust.

  

Another minute or two passed, and then I finally gave in—not a moment to soon, as it happened. “Aaaahhh fffuck!" Wyatt groaned out loudly, slamming his hips into me one last time and burying his cock as deep into my ass as it would go. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as it finally burst, filling me up with a copious load of cum. I moaned out as well, shooting out several ropes of sticky white fluid onto the floor below me.

  

A few long moments later, and the tiger pulled out of my ass with a wet plop! noise. “Damn…" he muttered, letting out a loud chuckle. “Your ass felt amazing." He stood up slowly, moving back over to the couch and sitting down.

  

It took me a while to catch my breath and come back to my senses. My head felt like it was spinning, dizzy from the sheer intensity the tiger splitting me open. I tried to stand up, but my legs were shaking so much, I simply fell back down to the soft carpet below. So instead I settled for simply kneeling, turning so I was facing the tiger.

  

He was reclining on the couch, just like before—his arms folded behind his head, and his legs sprawled out in front of him, with his feet resting on the edge of the coffee table. Those large, padded footpaws were just a short distance away from my head.

  

The tiger grinned at me and snickered, wiggling his toes teasingly. “I told you, you'd get your reward."

  

“You...s-seriously?" I stuttered out in disbelief. “You want me to…"

  

“My paws could use a good cleaning," he said. “And I saw how you just couldn't take your eyes off them earlier. Why not help your master out?"

  

“Y-yes, master!" I replied eagerly. I shuffled forward a few feet—no pun intended—until my face was right up close to those glorious padded soles and gently wiggling toes. I reached out and placed a hand on each one, rubbing and massaging them, exploring their wonderful contour. The moment was surreal.

  

“Make sure to use your tongue too," Wyatt added, smiling down at me. I could hear him purring, so it for sure seemed he was enjoying this as much as I was. Following his instructions, I leaned in and opened my mouth, dragging my tongue from the bottom of one of his feet all the way to the top. My hands massaged and kneaded the sole as I stuck one of his clawed toes into my mouth and started sucking on it. The taste was rather unique—they weren't exactly dirty, but having been in his work boots all day, they certainly tasted sweaty and well-worn.

  

I stuck a second toe in, daring to suck on two at once. The tiger's feet were quite large, so two was the most I could fit, especially while being cautious of his claws, sharp enough to potentially cut if I wasn't careful.

  

“Mmm...you're good at this, buddy," he cooed out as I moved to suck on the rest of his toes. I looked up at the tiger, beaming down at me, his complexion warm but still plenty mischievous. I blushed and winked at him, then returned to focusing on his lovely feet. I kept working on massaging and licking the first of his feet until I was positive my tongue had slathered over every square inch of it, at which point I moved over and repeated the same process on the other one.

  

“You really like them, don't you?" the tiger asked me, chuckling.

  

“Mhmm!" I replied eagerly, my mouth too busy sucking his toes to pull away and respond properly.

  

“Hehe, that's good," he said. With the paw I wasn't currently working, he playfully nudged my face, ruffling my long black hair. 

  

“Aahh...hey!" I said after pulling off, blushing and chuckling. Clearly getting a kick out of it, the tiger laughed and used the other foot as well, shoving both of them up to my face, sandwiching me between them. I happily allowed him to smother my face.

  

“Hey, Caleb. I have a proposal for you, if you'd like to hear it," Wyatt said, pulling his paws away so I could respond.

  

“Yeah?" I asked, looking up at him with curiosity.

  

“I like what we've got going on here," he said, “and seeing as we're next-door neighbors anyways...how'd you like to be my boyfriend and personal pawslave?"

  

“For...for real?" I asked timidly, doubting whether my ears had heard what I'd thought they'd heard.

  

“Yeah! Unless you don't want to. We can always just be friends, no prob—"

  

“No!" I said, cutting him off. “I'd love that, actually…"

  

The tiger grinned. “Perfect! Now, then, come over here, give your master some love. 

  

My legs still felt rather wobbly, but I managed to get to my feet and stumble over to the couch, plopping down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly, our bare, naked bodies pushing up close to one another. Wyatt's face was brimming with happiness as he nuzzled me with his cheek, purring against my face. I couldn't help but smile too. 

  

“Wanna spend the night here?" Wyatt asked me after a few minutes of comforting silence. “We could take a shower together right now, if you'd like. I know master kinda made a mess of your hindquarters, hahaha."

  

I replied with an eager nod, and so we did. Under the hot, steamy waters, the tiger helped clean me up, as I did to him—although, it wasn't long before my master ordered me to pleasure him yet again.

  

Unburdened by any clothes, I crawled into bed with him that night, and slept with his striped, muscular arms cradling me close.

  

(...)

  

“Hey!" called a voice from behind me. I turned around, and of course it was none other than the tiger with whom I was very well acquainted.

  

It had been about two weeks since the night Wyatt invited me over. Unfortunately, we both had very busy work schedules—we were both headed out right then, by the looks of it—but we agreed we'd have another night of fun as soon as we had the time.

  

The cop trotted up to me quickly, joining me as I reached the end of the hall and came to the same set of stairs he heroically caught me from when we first met.

  

“Hey, what's up?" I asked, looking over at him and smiling.

  

“Not much! Just on my way out. You free tonight by chance?"

  

“I think so," I replied. “Got something in mind."

  

“My work boots are getting pretty dirty," he said, looking down. “They could use a good cleaning...as could their contents, if you get my drift." He winked at me and smirked.

  

“I'll be there at seven, big guy," I replied with a chuckle. 

  

“Perfect!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in for a quick kiss on the lips. 

  

“I'll seeya then," he said, waving to me with a wide smile on his face before dashing off in the direction of his car. I waved back and then headed off in my own separate direction, pondering what the tiger might have planned for me that night.

  

Moving in to an unfamiliar part of town had been quite an experience. Hell, I almost died on the first day, I mused with a quiet chuckle. But all things considered, I'm happy to be here.

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