Tiger by the Tail-Part two
Tiger by the tail part two
Written by D.J.
This is a work of fan fiction and not intended for purchase. Zig-zag is copyright by Max Blackrabbit. Sheila Vixen is owned by E.S. Schwartz. All other characters are created by the author. Any resemblance to characters in this story to real world individuals is purely coincidental.
Zig-zag was distracted, her elbows propping her head over her desk at ZZ studios. She had work to do with requisitions for film equipment, shipping and approving cover art, but she couldn't focus on it. She allowed her mind to meander on the events from last night and the woman she and Sheila met: the tiger-bunny named Tigerlily.
It's not like she was pining for the girl as if it was some crush; although she was interested in a bit of bedroom action with her. He'll, who wouldn't--she was a drop dead gorgeous rabbit with the physique and fur markings of a Bengal tigress. She was athletic, but not muscle-bound, and the way she had kicked the collected asses of Sam Weasel's entourage showed her body wasn't solely for show.
Looking down at her own arm, she saw her own white fur and black stripes, a constant reminder of her own mixed heritage. For Zig-zag, it was both a trademark of success, but a reminder of a painful past at the hands of her abusive father and uncaring mother. She had broken free of that past, also rescuing his younger brother and sister in the process. They were living good lives in adoptive families, escaping the horrible life Zig-zag had to deal with. Now, a successful businesswoman and porn star icon, that sacrifice, she realized, was worth it.
This made her wonder about Tigerlily though. What kind of life did she have to go through? Did she have a father who molested her? Was she escaping a broken home to make it on her own? Did she have siblings too? Zig-zag found her head swimming with questions and the urge to know the answers. Maybe it was because they shared a commonality: their mixed lineages. They were born on both sides of the spectrum: part predator, and part prey. Now Zig-zag wanted to know which side Tigerlily embraced. Seeing how she dealt with Sam wasn't enough.
Zig-zag pressed a button on her desk phone. "Tanya?" she said into the intercom, "cancel my appointments today. Something's come up that needs looking into." this was going to mess things up for the next few days, but she couldn't let it go.
Spending less than an hour at her phone, Zig-zag had made some inquiries with Jack, the bartender from Pussy Galore, the club where she met Tigerlily. She remembered him as a heavy set scruffy looking brown bear, his chin and muzzle sagging with a beard of brown grey fur.
"You're looking for Kris?" Jack spoke through her receiver. She had never heard her real name before.
"That's Tigerlily?" she inquired.
"That's her." Jack answered. "Why you asking? You plan to recruit her for your studio?"
The thought intrigued her. Tigerlily had the exotic beauty and body for adult films, but she wasn't sure if she was willing.
"Just wanted to get to know her better before I make a decision." she fibbed.
There was a slight pause then, "She should be at the community center." he said, giving her the address. "Probably teaching her class."
That surprised her. "Teaching what?"
"What else? Krav Maga."
That didn't surprise her.
A half-hour later and she had parked her car near a community center on the far end of town. On the front, she saw a simple poster saying "Learn Krav Maga". The windows were tinted so she had to actually get to the door to look in. Inside she could see a half dozen people in the single room 'dojo', such as it is. She walked up to the door and opened it, her hostile blasted with a mix of leather, sweat, and vinyl.
Six people, dressed in an assortment of workout uniforms stood watching as a large Doberman faced Tigerlily, both in fighting stances. She was dressed not in a traditional karate gi, but wore a pair of camoflague fatigue pants, black leather combat boots, and an olive green tank top that tightly hugged her well developed breasts. Zig-zag's eyes instinctively were drawn to the erect nipples poking through the fabric, indicating she didn't wear a bra. Her blood red hair was tied back in a long ponytail, keeping her hair away from her jade green eyes.
The Doberman rushed forward intent on grappling the tiger-bunny. Tigerlily sidestepped as the Doberman rushed in, driving her elbow into his chest, then as the Doberman flinched, and she brought the elbow up under his chin, pulling back enough to only stun the big canine. She was relentless, throwing her body into the male, her leg somehow hooked between his and driving the Doberman down onto the mat, with Tigerlily somehow keeping herself upright. The Doberman grunted and panted, stunned and humbled. She offered her hand to him and helped him up.
"Always watch your feet, Roy." she instructed the canine. "You let yourself get tripped up like that again and you're finished."
"Yes, sensei." the Doberman replied, rubbing his chin and returning to the others.
Zig zag reached for her phone and looked up online for Krav Maga. A wiki page came up telling her more about it. It was a martial art made by a Jewish soldier that focused more on punches, elbow strikes and weapons. The combat style lacked the artistic flair of karate and Kung fu, but was designed as a quick and dirty style for a race of people who were in constant fear of attack, thus they needed something that was less flashy, and more effective.
"Alright, class." Tigerlily exclaimed, "This finishes up today's lesson. I'll be seeing you Thursday." the students bowed to the tiger bunny, who returned their gesture. As they broke up to gather their bags, Tigerlily turned to see Zig Zag by the entrance. She smiled and reached over for a towel.
"Well hey there, sugar!" she greeted, "fancy seeing you here."
Zig zag explained how she tracked her down. "Hope you don't mind me looking you up?"
"Wouldn't be the first time someone stalked me after they saw me dance. At least this time it isn't someone who I have to break their arm to give them a hint."
Zig Zag wasn't sure what to say about that. Fortunately, Tigerlily inserted for her. "Don't worry, darling, I'm actually glad to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine, Tigerlily." Zig Zag responded.
"Call me Kris. Tigerlily is a stage name. I leave it there."
"Alright, Kris." Zig Zag agreed, "You can call me what you want."
"Sure enough. So what brings the porn queen to my dojo? Looking for lessons?"
Zig Zag had to think of an excuse as to why she wanted to see Kris. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind joining me for Lunch."
Kris' muzzle curled in a smile, warm and inviting. "Sounds delightful!" she exclaimed, "Just give me a chance to clean up." she pointed behind her to the back room. "I got a fresh change of clothes and a shower." The tiger-bunny looked the tiger-skunk appraisingly and grinned, baring a glimpse at her feline teeth. "Why don't you join me?"
The offer caused Zig zag to grin with pleasure. "Maybe an early dinner then?"
Not since seeing Kris at the club did she have the pleasure of seeing the tiger-bunny naked. Now she was standing before her, bright orange fur, black stripes and bright white underbelly fur was fully exposed to her. The shower poured over in rivulets of clean water, matting her fur, exposing the ripe pink nipples tipping her full breasts. Zig Zag watched as Kris ran her hands over her body, working lather over her sexy toned body, intent on cleaning the sweat of her training. The tiger-bunny looked at her, green eyes gleaming with mischief under wet strands of her crimson locks.
Equally naked, Zig-zag suddenly felt strangely shy. It had been years when she felt so nervous. She was equally naked, completely white from head to toe, aside from the black stripes that lashed along her body and the iconic lightning bolt markings over her muzzle and forehead. She was next to Tigerlily, letting the shower cascade streams of water over her body, nipples erect and peeking out of her snow white fur.
"So you know Krav Maga?" she asked, hands rubbing soap along her belly. "You don't strike me as Jewish."
Kris rubbed her breasts, working the soap into her fur, "Daddy was ex-military, and wanted me to be able to protect myself." She turned towards her, blatantly showing off her sexy body. "...for obvious reasons."
It was an obvious excuse. Zig-zag had been the object of attention as a child. As a young girl, an object of ridicule; as a maturing teenager, an object of lust. No doubt Kris was the same--only difference was that Kris' father was caring and loving, not spiteful and abusive.
"Had to beat them off with a stick, huh?" Zig-zag inquired.
Tigerlily nodded, combing her fingers through her hair, "Raised with a military family, you don't make friends easily. Being what I am didn't help. After daddy retired and our family settled down, I was filling out. Learning how to fight not only kept me in shape, but made the boys and girls think twice before getting too forceful."
Zig-zag turned to let the shower douse over her back, stroking her long skunk tail, the white furred tail lined with two columns of black streaks. "Your father sounds like a good man." she complimented, struggling not to sound jealous. "Your mother?"
"A teacher." Kris replied. "She taught high school before she met daddy and got married. She became a teacher for military kids at bases we were stationed at. When they had me, she pretty much became a full time mom."
Another pang of envy hit Zig-zag. Her own mother was a neglectful woman, preferring to stay in a drunken stupor rather than be a mother. Probably cause of her father's wrath did she keep herself pickled rather than deal with reality. Kris had such a good family--why was she now a stripper? She turned to her and asked.
Kris turned her head and frowned, "I was going to follow in my mother's footsteps; become a teacher. My parents helped with my tuition, but there was little left for living expenses, so I had to work part time. There was few jobs out there, especially for a girl like me." she put her hands to her side, gesturing to her hybrid form.
"I got a job dancing at a club for tips. The owner was a fan of yours, so the idea of having his own exotic beauty kept me busy. I made good money there, and even a bit of side work."
"Side work?" Zig-zag asked.
"Porn movies." Kris replied, sticking her head under the shower to rinse her face of soap. "Amateur work mostly. Mostly film geeks who wanted to say they had sex films of another Zig-zag."
The statement brought Zig-zag into melancholy. She also had a hard time finding work, not having the opportunities that Kris had. Just like Kris, she got involved in adult films, where her unusual fur pattern had made her a rare commodity. She became a porn actress and adult film icon: the object of lust for untold numbers of furs. She had never realized that her legacy as a sex symbol would affect others.
"But you made it through school, right?"
"With honors." Kris replied.
"Then why aren't you teaching?" Zig-zag asked.
Kris bent over, cleaning off her toned legs, "When I tried to find a teaching job, I got blacklisted. Apparently, parents and faculty don't want a porn star to teach their kids."
A pang of guilt hit her like a dagger. She had never regretted her decision to become a porn star. She loved sex and loved doing it in front of a camera. There was fame, controversy, drama and stardom; yet, for all the trappings her career brought her, she never once regretted it--until now. Kris had a chance to become somebody respectable, someone who might contribute to society. Instead, her mixed heritage, coupled by Zig-zag's reputation robbed her of that.
A pair of hands reached under her arms and grabbed at her naked tits, snapping out of her momentary depression. She gasped as Tigerlily's breasts pressed up against her back, her succulent form pressing in close. Their wet fur felt weird but alluring as she felt the tiger bunny's muzzle brush against her cheek.
"Thanks to you," Kris whispered into her ear, her voice seductive and smooth, "I can be who I want to be."
Zig-zag was taken aback to that, momentarily forgetting the groping paws on her breasts. "What do you mean?" she asked.
The response came as the tiger bunny's hand drew down between her thighs, fingers seeking the tiger-skunk's naked pussy. She let out a moan as Kris found it, her fingers rubbing slowly over her damp petals.
"I never really wanted to teach. When I get on stage, I'm a queen, dare I say, a goddess! I get up on that pole seeing those lust crazed men and women watching my every move...fuck, it's better than a drug."
Tigerlily' right hand was rubbing up and down along Zig-zag's slit, feeling those folds of flesh grow wetter, and not just from the warm water flowing down between their writhing bodies. Her other fingers were pinching and tugging the tiger-skunk's nipple, feeling how hard and sensitive it was. Zig-zag found herself shuddering from the mix of emotions and building pleasures of their intermingled bodies. What was it about this woman that was making Zig-zag melt into her arms. She was more often the one dominating her lovers, but this was the first time she was practically begging her to do what she wanted to her. Maybe it was the mingling of guilt and the surprising confession that made her become so passive, knowing she radically changed the course of her life and she was loving it.
Zig-zag turned around and pressed her muzzle to Kris's, the two hybrid babes sharing a kiss of heated desire, their lips smearing themselves together in a building hunger. Their hands explored each other's bodies, touching sensitive areas with a tenderness and passion they had scarcely felt for any other. Zig-zag could feel the pounding of the tiger bunny's heartbeat, and as their breasts pressed together, their tongues entwined, she soon felt her own, beating in time with her new lover.
Both of them moaned in unison, their body heat rising, cheeks burning with a mix of revisited innocence, both females pressing their naked bodies together, the warm water of the shower drenching their tangled bodies and matting their fur.
Unable to withstand it anymore, Zig-zag took the initiative, pressing Tigerlily back against the shower wall, lips locked still in a frantic kiss. The tiger bunny's hands grasped and kneaded the tiger-skunk's ass cheeks, using her strong grip and raking her claws through her fur. She felt like she was burning up, not wanting to wait further. Kneeling down in front of Kris, Zig-zag buried her muzzle between her legs and drew her tongue across the soft pink petals of the tiger-bunny's sex. Her action illicit a groan from Kris, her body squirming against the tile wall, her legs parting so her lover can have better access. Zig-zag brought her hands up, fingers rubbing along the outer edge of the tiger-bunny's labia, her mouth sucking and licking feverishly at the inner labia folds. Tiger lily's hands gripped the back of Zig-zag's head, holding her in place as she cried out and weighed in pure bliss.
Zig-zag's fingers worked their way between her folds, pressing into the inner walls and soon pressing two digits into the tiger-bunny's cunt. Her mouth and tongue lashed at the exposed clitoris, using her teeth to occasionally nip and gnaw on the sensitive button.
"Ah gawd!" Tigerliliy cried out, her body shuddering "don't stop! Give me more!" her voice was spicy and filled with erotic pleasure, mixed with a southern drawl that became like an aphrodisiac. Tigerlily's hands gripped Zig-zag's ears as her hips shuddered and trembled. Zig-zag was unrelenting, lashing the tiger-bunny's pussy with the cruel delight of a taskmaster's whip. She flicked her tongue tip over Kris's hot sex, the juices flowing over her crotch, diluted from the cascade of water flowing over them.
"I'm coming!" the words came out of Kris's lips, and Zig-zag could almost swear to be about to have an orgasm herself. Her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt, licking up the sweet nectar and sending waves of pleasure through Kris with each lick and suck on her folds. Finally, Kris erupted in a roar of ecstasy that made her whole body convulse. Zig-zag's fingers kept pummeling inside Kris's tight cunny, feeling her inner vaginal muscles ripple and flex while riding down the multiple orgasms. After several moments, Kris' body relaxed, sliding her body down onto the tile floor. She breathed heavily, riding the warm afterglow. The two embraced, their lips pressing together hotly, Zig-zag allowing Tigerlily to taste her own juices.
"Your reputation," Tigerlily gasped breathlessly, "is well founded, sugar."
They held each other for a while, the heat of the moment still on them; but Zig-zag soon found herself being placed on the ground, legs spread, water trickling over her own sex, her petals puffed and slick with wetness; both from the shower and her own arousal.
Kris knelt between her thighs, trailing her tongue over the tiger-skunk's inner thighs, stimulating the obvious sensitive areas. It made Zig-zag shiver slightly her shower slicked body tensing with anticipation. She let out a moan, surprising herself at the volume just as Tigerlily's claws tickled along the erogenous zone there on her thighs. She didn't dig in, but traced her claw tips just enough--just teasing the surface of the skin, to make waves of pleasure dance up along her spine.
By now, Zig-zag was practically begging for her to eat her pussy out, a situation she had rarely been in. Her hands groped her own breasts, breathing heavily, her skin prickling with anxiety. The shower water was growing tepid, and yet it only seemed to serve to keep Zig-zag's body temperature normal, her face hot and aroused by the skillful lover between her thighs.
Tigerlily's tongue began to rake over the outer labia of Zig-zag's pussy, savoring the moment and building her lover's tension. Her fingers ran down along the tiger-skunk's inner thighs, making goose bumps under the white fur. It was like slow torment, the Tiger-bunny stalking her prey, circling her tongue around the outer parts of Zig-zag's labia, coming millimeters from the sensitive flesh, only to be denied for all but the briefest of moments.
"Fuck!" Zig-zag finally exclaimed, "Stop teasing me and do it!"
And she did. Tigerlily brought the broad part of her tongue over Zig-zag's wet sex and the Tiger-skunk practically came right there. Tigerlily's tongue was rough, like wet sandpaper, the barbs of her feline organ scraping her already aroused petals. She gripped her tits tightly, having nothing else to hold onto as the tiger-bunny slowly and cruelly licked her inner folds.
Her mind reeled as the juices flowed, Kris' tongue glancing over her ultra-sensitive flesh, tasting her ambrosia. She felt herself losing control, the sensation of the cooling water from the shower pelting both their bodies, combined with the maniacal tongue teasing she was receiving from the tiger-bunny. It was obvious that Kris embraced her tigress side of her heritage; stalking her prey, toying with it, and when she had it at the peak of tension, pounced it. She was now screaming as her back arched, coiling and tensing while Tigerlily's tongue grazed along her clitoris. It was like tiny pinpricks over the sensitive button, electric shocks going up and down her spine. She came again, harder this time, her pussy drenched with a mix of water, saliva and her own essence.
Apparently, Tigerlily was now done playing with her prey. She buried her lips to Zig-zag's pussy, kissing them, sucking on the folds. Her rough feline tongue darted in-between them, frenching her cunt and lashing the barbed surface along Zig-zag's vaginal walls. Zig-zag convulsed, sparks bursting even through her closed eyes, her body tensing and relaxing in waves. The long teasing and anxiety built up over time was now at the boiling point, her hands gripping Kris's leaf-like ears, screaming out her name. The orgasm was one of the hardest she ever felt, and she felt like passing out from the overload. She could feel Kris' mouth and that amazing tongue lapping up her sweet pussy juices, as her body rocked with multiple orgasms. She twitched and shivered, her neurons firing and misfiring from the overwhelming dose of ecstasy. All the while, Kris continued lapping and licking her sex, that beautiful rough tongue of hers triggering more of her pleasure centers with each lick.
The two hybrids finally embraced one another, their soaking wet bodies huddled together, arms and legs entangled. The shower was now ice cold, the hot water finally spent, yet the two women felt only warmth. They kissed lovingly, their breasts pressed together while their chests heaved in exhaustion.
"We need to take showers more often, Sugah." Tigerlily said breathlessly.
Zig-zag agreed softly nuzzling against her tiger-striped lover. This, she thought to herself, was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.