je_jouis.txt
Je Jouis
By Nightmare the Stallion
Featuring: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kergiby/http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kergiby/ and http://www.furaffinity.net/user/storm-tiger.
1
Finances, finances. Compound pay. Pay your mortgage now, or we'll take your house away.
Storm wished his greedy, heartless coworkers would stop singing that fucking jingle. He was already miserable as a banker; why did they have to keep pounding it in?
His suit itched again. The tiger's spines were irritated by the synthetic crap that bound his massive, bulging muscles that stretched his shirt to the limits (he wished). But he was the "man" of the house, he needed to do this.
His husband couldn't afford all jewelry by himself.
Storm just hoped he was cleaning up, like he told him to. If Kergiby was slacking off again, so help him...
2
Clean and clean, dust and dust. If you don't keep it clean, then your marriage is a bust.
Kergiby wished these stupid, cheesy daytime talk shows would stop chanting that fucking mantra. He got it; he was supposed to keep everything clean, because he was the "woman." Did they have to make cleaning for his hubby seem so... forced?
The panther's fur was itching again. Sure, wearing this maid's outfit was a choice he and Storm had made, but that didn't mean he was comfortable. His panties kept bunching up around his huge cock (Storm wished). But as the "woman" of the house, this was his duty.
His husband wasn't capable of taking care of himself.
Kergiby just hoped Storm was working hard. He needed a new outfit, and maybe a couple of necklaces. If he was slacking off again, so help him...
3
Kergiby had an idea.
4
Storm took of his shirt in the car, admiring his stringy muscles in the rear-view mirror.
"Oh yeah. I'm one sexy kitty. King of the jungle right here!" The scrawny tiger beat his chest, tearing away bits of blue-and-white fur. "Ow..."
The drive home was long and boring. It involved a lot of sitting in the afternoon sun, the leather of the seat sticking to his ass as he swore at the rush hour traffic. He never made it home until late. It pained him that he had to leave his kitty alone for so long, but he had to do what he had to do.
When he got home, the moon was high in the sky. All he wanted to do was hop in bed, nestle into his mate's pitch black fur and go to sleep with the rhythm of his purrs...
But as he realized when he unlocked the door, he would have no such night.
5
" Hey, Storm," Kergiby was leaning in the doorway, a pink tanktop rolled up over his Daisy Dukes. The jeans were so tight and the shirt was so bright, all the tiger could think was want. But this wasn't for him. The panther grabbed his husband by the tie. "C'mere..."
Storm was thrown through the coffee table. His "woman" stood above him with a smile Storm both loved and feared.
"W-w-what are you doing, honey?" The great cat shrunk away as Kergiby sat on him.
"Changing things up."
"Wha...?"
Kergiby clamped Storm's mouth shut with his lips, kissing hard as he tore open his pants. All Storm could see was the ripple of muscles... but they belonged to Kergiby.
"Holy shit, babe! W-w-what...?"
"Shut up and take it."
Storm felt his panther's claws digging into his sheath, looking for his head and trying to make it rise. Kergiby coaxed it out, although it burned when it did. Storm groaned as his mate batted around his raw stick.
"Oh, honey... oh, god..." Kergiby grabbed Storm by his collar and took him to the wall, grabbing at his thigh. "Oh!"
"Lift your leg."
"N-n-no..."
"Lift your leg."
Storm winced as the panther massaged the scratches and rashes on his cock. Storm slung his leg into Kergiby's outstretched arm, stretching his cheeks wide. The tiger's spines shivered as he lifted his tail.
"That's a good boy," Kergiby unzipped the denim Dukes and let out his own warm sausage, lubed and ready to go. "A really boy..."
The tiger used Kergiby's shoulders to keep balance as the panther penetrated him. The cock slipped around and expanded inside his gland, stretching it and cracking the skin. Storm blushed deep. Reallydeep.
"I thought..." *Mew! Meow! Huff...* "I thought I wore the pants in this relationship."
"I don't see any pants, baby," Kergiby purred as he held a back massager to his mate's sack. "Hold still."
And, although he didn't want Kergiby to see it, Storm began to purr too.
6
Storm hiked up the skirt of the maid's outfit, standing at attention in his stilettos, awaiting his panther's command.
"C'mere," The kitty sat with his dick in his paws. He irritated Storm to the breaking point with the massager, but he forced his kitty to edge. He wasn't done with him just yet.
The tiger obeyed, kneeling at Kergiby's side. He placed his hands on either side of Kergiby's pulsating sheath and let the paws of his queen glide his head onto his shaft.
"You've got some cleaning to do, honey," Kergiby clutched his kitten's ass as Storm began to suck, his throat a vacuum of bliss. "Yes! Fuck yes. Suck until I can see myself in it!"
The tiger remained cool and collected, his blue-white fur never standing farther then a slight bristle, even as his lover kicked his gut in his mirth. But he was vibrating with glee, just as his master was.
After a time, Kergiby got really into it, fucking his partner's throat as his penis shimmied and bucked under the power of the tiger's lips. His dick was dyed pink by Storm's cherry lipstick.
Storm took it like a man/woman, submitting to the ebb and flow of the panther's attack. He gagged a few times, but let his mate continue until the cum he had been building up coated his throat in a salty sheet.
Kergiby held fast to his tiger's dick as it wormed beneath his paw pads, letting his seed dump into his hands.
"Je jouis!" The tiger muttered each time his throbbing prod dumped more and more of his load. "Je jouis... je jouis..."
But the panther wasn't done putting his husband in his place. He stuck a feather duster in Storm's left paw and a sudsy sponge in the right.
"When you're done cleaning up this," Kergiby pointed to his hands and licked his lips. Then, he opened his palm up to the rest of the house. "You can clean all this."
Storm did as he was told. He became more and more lovedrunk, lapping the semen from his master's hand with a sandpapery tongue.
7
Kergiby leaned back and watched his happy tiger bob around, going about his duties. The costume was tight, his posture was perfect, his french accent was tantalizing; everything suited him.
Clean and clean, dust and dust. If you don't keep it clean, then your marriage is a bust.
Soon, Storm would be addicted to those tacky daytime shows, just as he was. Soon, the reversal would be complete. And soon, Kergiby would have his tiger, his jewels (and his "jewels") all to himself.
The panther slipped his fanciest diamond ring on his mate's paw, catching him and stealing his wallet as he swooned. With both parties satisfied, the panther headed out for the first time in a long time to spend his hubby's hard earned cash.