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I stare at the mirror mounted on the wall. The tiger that stares back at me has blue eyes, black and white stripes that cover most of my back, and a white stomach. My sheath is covered by my white briefs which are so damn tight that it pretty much is the outline of my body. I have a pretty good build. A little husky, but I'm pretty strong. My shoulders are a bit broad and my muscles are a decent size. People have always asked me what it's like to be someone like me. To be a prostitute. It's pretty fun actually. You get to have a lot of sex and you get paid for it. I prefer being a top, but when it comes to oral, I'm fine with either. Being gay, it isn't that hard to find people to play with in this town. I should probably explain a little more how my job works. Every day, I go to the bar and wait for someone to come up and ask if I want to have sex with them. As strange as it is, a lot of prostitutes hang at the bar. Some secretly, but others, like me, make it obvious because of the torn up jeans and nothing else look. They'll take me back to their place where they show me their medical record to prove that they have no traces of STDs whatsoever. I have to do the same thing which is why I go to the doctor's regularly. Anyways, after that, me and whoever decide how we want to fuck and where. Most of the times it's a bedroom. Once, I was asked to have sex in a public dressing room. I did it, but they had to pay extra because of how risky it is. The price of normal sex is about twenty bucks each session. For barebacking, it's about ten dollars extra. If it's public, like that one time, it's about fifty bucks. I normally have sex with two people a day, which comes to about fifty or sixty bucks a day. If you don't do math, that's $350 or $420 per week. It's a good amount; it's enough to give me an apartment or some food so I can live longer. My apartment doesn't have cable though, not enough for that. But other than that, this place isn't half bad. I stride over to the purple couch and lie down, stretching my limbs. I reach my paw into my briefs, thinking back on how much I've done today. As usual, I had two people today. One was another tiger like me, whose moan I will never forget. Seriously, it turned me on so much I was surprised I didn't ejaculate then and there. The other was a coyote with brown and white fur. His British accent was pretty cute. He even gave me a ten-dollar tip, which I tried to turn down but he insisted. That ten bucks currently sits in my wallet, with me unsure of what to do with it. I get a few tips now and then, it's not like it's uncommon to tip hookers, but it's just not an average thing to do. I take my briefs off. I like showing my naked body even though no one is here. I wrap myself up in a blanket and try to drift off into sleep. The musk and strong scent of other guys is still in my nose so it gets me a little aroused. I'm such a naughty kitty. Deciding that there's no harm, I reach down and slowly rub my sheath. I shudder and purr slightly from the soft, sensitive touch. My cock slowly slips it and it becomes even more sensitive. At its full length, the seven-inch member throbs as I wrap my fingers around it and stroke gently. My thoughts immediately roll back to earlier today when it was balls deep in someone's ass, making him moan like a little bitch. I imagine my paw being that ass, pawing myself more. "Mmmmmf," I moan. My most favorite part of any sex session is the orgasm, where I cum inside my bottom's ass and get caught in the oxytocin-induced bliss. It feels amazing to cream pie a lot. And the amount of times I've done so makes me imagine doing it again. The great, pleasure and warm feeling always gets me. My fingers work myself faster, thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts. I imagine a few cute foxes or wolves or bears or other tigers just showing me their rear end so I can plow them like no tomorrow. A few of my fantasies also come into play here. I like to think about having sex in a hotel room with someone who's just visiting town. Or maybe it's just someone who's horny as hell like I get all the time. Either way, all my ideas are about someone or a few people who just want to have fun. I reach over to the table next to the couch and grab a bottle of lube. Squirting some out, I apply it to my hard cock and stroke faster. It feels so much better when it's all slick. I close my eyes and keep my sexy thoughts racing in my mind. I love the warm, tight feeling of thrusting my hips into another man's ass. I feel something move inside my body and the next thing I knew, precum leaks out of my shaft. My paw jerks off faster, ready for my load to burst out at any moment. I buck my hips into my paw, willing my imagination to make it an ass to fuck. "Ohhhhhh," I moan. My shaft keeps dribbling pre, soon drenching my pubic fur in it. "Ohhh yes!" My load is almost there; I think to myself. I paw even faster, needing the great feeling. The point of no return shows as I growl, buck my hips more and stream after stream of hot, sticky cum shoots out and it lands on my stomach fur. I let go of myself and lick the white stuff off my paw. It's still good and salty like I've always remembered. I look down and giggle as I see cum all over me. I get up and head into the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water runs down my body and makes my erection stay alive and perky as I scrub the cum off my fur. What doesn't help is that I've had a few shower fantasies in my past so it just makes me more aroused. But even for a prostitute, I know where to stop when it comes to pawing off. Soon enough, I smell like grapes and willow trees. Not the best combo, but I kind of like it. I step out and dry myself off. As I look in the mirror, I can't help but be a little bit playful, and a bit naughty. "Such a slutty little tiger," I say to myself with a growl, as if I'm getting turned on by myself. I spank myself in the ass and continue. "Dirty little whore. That's what you are. Just a sex-addicted, ass loving, fuckable whore." I spank myself in the ass a couple more times. Despite being a dominant tiger, I love a good spank session. "Yeah, make that ass red. What's that? Want me to make yours red? If you insist..." I pretend to be talking to someone else. As I smack myself in the ass, hard, I'm thinking it's someone else who's ass will turn a deep shade of red. I slightly growl, loving the fun session with... myself. I raise my tail and wiggle my bum a little, eager for someone to be right behind me, ready to spank the shit out of me until it's red. "You're such a dirty little slut," I say to myself, still using that sexy voice. "You just can't wait for someone to fuck, only to have them use your big ass for smacking pleasure. Well, of course, you're a horny, easy to please, prostitute." I spank my ass once more and leave the bathroom. Normally, I'd be embarrassed if that was my first time. But that wasn't my first time doing that. I like to talk dirty to myself all the time. If that makes me the weirdest, horniest guy on the planet, then so be it. I walk into another room and lie down on my bed. It creaks and moans even though I'm just shy of 300 pounds. I wrap myself in a blanket it hearts all over it and turn off the light switch next to my bed. As soon as the room in consumed in darkness, I do my best to calm my thoughts and go to sleep. The next day, it's Monday. I get up, get some breakfast from the kitchen and get ready for the day. My morning routine isn't that special. I eat a bowl of cereal, brush my teeth, take another shower (they're addicting) and go back into the main room. The analog clock on the wall says that it's only a half an hour before eight. Normally, I'm at the bar at eight o'clock sharp. Seeing as I have a few moments to myself, I take my jean shorts and briefs off, leaving me in the nude. I walk over to the patio and open the screen door. The only thing out here is a chair I sit in sometimes and watch the city grow busy. I'm always naked when I go out here. I was even caught by a dragon naked out here once, only for me to pound his ass later the next day because he said he saw me and thought I was sexy. I go out there now, butt naked. The breeze brushes my fur and sheath kindly and I love it. Normally, I'd take a seat and watch the world do its thing with the people who inhabit it, but I don't feel like that today. For a while, I've had a song stuck in my head. It's a decent one; one you'd either find at a gay bar or a cowboy wedding. Either way, the music just sounds good to me. I've never danced in public before, except for that time I met other prostitutes who have, in exchange for letting me fuck them, gave me a few dancing tips. I honestly think that they might've been pole dancers, but it doesn't bother me. Right now, those lessons are coming back to me. My tail swishing and my feet moving, I let the beat of the music I have in my head make me dance a little. For a few seconds, I show my moves with me back facing the world since I like showing it off. Although I'm completely aroused, it's hard to get hard while your moving and sweating a little. I can remember what they said to me about a closing move, always make it stand out above the rest. I tried to make up one but I failed, so they showed me theirs and it's quite easy. It's a little spin with them getting down on one knee, slightly raising their bodies to show off their cute asses. When I'm done, I see that one guy has walked by. I didn't notice him glance his way up to me and my strip-dancing ways. I head back inside and lock the screen door. I put my briefs and jeans back on, grab my wallet and the keys to this place and head out. Because I'm feeling a bit lazy today, I take the elevator three floors down to the lobby and head outside, earning quite a few stares along the way. I make my way down the street. The bar stands tall a few hundred yards away. The brown structure is so old and looks like it's made of wood. One look and you'd think it's western. I guess it's because there's a guy with a western accent that runs the place. I've heard rumors that he's fine with us prostitutes being there to hook up with someone, but I've always thought that's because he's too lazy to do something about it. Walking inside, I'm taken aback by the familiar scenery. The bar with soft, plushy red seats align the entire wall on the left. On the right are booths and in the back corner are the restrooms. For some reason, there's a telephone booth in here but I never bothered to ask why. Most of the times, it's just some guy calling a friend to pick them up. The reason is obvious: they always sound sauced up and unable to go anywhere. I take my usual seat in the last seat at the end of the row. The bartender, a wolf with pink streaks in his hair in contrast to his blue, asks what I want to drink. I tell him just a couple shots of vodka. As I wait, I look around. Most of the people here seem to be occupied with their drinks or each other to notice me. The trick is to look a little vulnerable yet a little aroused at the same time. I stare at the counter and drink what I've been given. Keeping my hers pinned and my tail limp a little bit, I can still hear the creak of the door when it opens. I look up and I'm shocked at what I see. A brown fox with a couple patches of white and green on his tail walks in. His white t-shirt with a sports logo and a pair of adorable khakis hug onto his small slender figure. He looks around, his eyes just look into mine for a tenth of a second. He goes to the bar and sits down a couple of seats away from me. I keep looking down, but can't help looking at his tail and the way the fur pattern is. Mostly brown, but the tip is white with the two colors being separated by a green line. I trail his tail up to his body and I instantly capture the image. I quickly look back down, unable to get his ass out of my head. It looks a little firm and sexy. Definitely one I'd want to fuck. I try my best not to come on to him. Maybe he won't notice me, though. Maybe he'll just walk out without a second glance back inside to see what he missed. The only way to get anything, in my world, is to go for it, but I'm a little nervous today, despite the public dancing sesh. My ears pick up the sound of someone getting out of their seat. I think that it's someone else until I look up and see the brown fox sitting down next to me, big green eyes looking right at me. "Hello," he says. His voice is a little deep, but in a cool way. My nerves race like they haven't before. I'm not sure why though, I've had people come up to me this way before. I decide to keep my cool. I put my best smile on and turn my chair around to face him. "Hi," I say. "How are you?" "Good. Just a bit thirsty. What about yourself?" "Well, I guess I'm a bit thirsty." The fox reaches up and caresses my arm. "In a way, I'm a little hungry." I look into his eyes and see the familiar sense of hunger; sexual hunger. And here I am, thinking about an ass I thought I'd never get. I slowly lift my paw and touch his arm too, rubbing it slowly. "My name's Fletcher, by the way." "Toby," I say. He motions for me to follow him slowly. He gets up and walks out of the bar. I count to thirty and get up myself, making sure to leave some money for the drinks I ordered. I walk out, the sound of the creaking filling my ears. Fletcher stands outside of what appears to be a silver 2000 Toyota with keys held in his paw. I walk up to him and he invites me into his car. Normally, I'd be the one inviting, but I don't have a car and I'm really liking where this is going. I get into the passenger seat and he gets in the driver's side. I buckle up, hear the roar of the engine coming to life and we slowly drive down the street. As we drive down, my paw finds my crotch and I give it a little squeeze, thinking about that cute, brown ass that occupies the seat next to me. The erotic blood starts to flow downwards and I feel like pawing off a bit. But that would be a little weird with a complete stranger right next to me. Then again, I've had sex with strangers because that's my job. I look over at him and smile. He keeps his focus on the road as we drive but I can tell that he's excited because he smiles too. "So... where are we going?" I ask. "Back to my place," Fletcher says. "I figured a bar would be too public." "I'm guessing you know about my kind?" "Absolutely." I giggle at that. "My ex used to be a prostitute right before we broke up and he moved away. He taught me everything there is to know about finding one. The most obvious thing is that they like to hang around half naked in common public places." His ex is a smart cookie. I look at my jean shorts and blush. My erection is back to its full seven-inch glory. I rub myself down there, wondering what it is we're going to do together. Part of me wants to dominate his ass like there's no tomorrow. Another wants me to show him my own ass to give it a spanking I'll never forget. I wonder what interests him sexually. Will he like some of the things I like to do? He might, I think. After about ten minutes of driving, we pull up outside of a nice little house on the outer edge of the city. He turns the engine off and turns to look at me. "You know," he starts out, "I've had my fair share of sluts like you, but I've never seen one so adorable like yourself." I blush at the comment and smile more. "Oh, well, thank you. You're pretty handsome yourself." My hormones take over. I reach over to his seat and rub his chest. My erection straining against my jeans. Fletcher wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me closer. Next thing I know, I've got muzzle against mine, having tongue shoved into my maw. I purr a little and kiss back, one paw rubbing his back while the other reaches into my briefs and paws my cock off. His tongue goes deep and swirls around, exploring my muzzle. I let the kiss linger for a few moments before I break it, opening the door to my side of the car and he exits too. We walk up his porch with him leading and he takes his keys out of his pocket. He puts the right key in the lock. The door opens and I'm invited inside. It's a nice little place. Antiques and old furniture cover the place. The stairs hang on the left and what looks like a kitchen right in front of us. In front of the stairs is a living room that's kept cool with a ceiling fan. Fletcher closes the door and locks it, probably trying to intimidate me. I ask to sit down on the couch and he says yes. I rest my rump down while he goes into the kitchen. My fur stands a little bit from the fan. The place smells like air freshener and for some reason batteries. Fletcher comes back into the room with a glass of water in paw. He sits next to me and offers me the water. "Thanks," I say, really nervous. I gulp down the water as Fletcher strikes up a conversation with me. "So, how long have you been a prostitute?" he asks. I can see his paws twitching; he must be as nervous about this as I am. "About two or three years," I say when I'm done with the glass. I set it to the side and turn back to him. "It's very fun, if you ask me. I love to have sex, and to get paid for it is like paradise." "Oh! That's right! How much do I owe you?" Fletcher asks, as if this is his first time doing this. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a short stack of bills. "Well, it's twenty for having sex, thirty if it's bareback (you'll need your STD record for that) and it's fifty for public," I explain. He pulls out a couple twenties and a ten and hands them over to me. My heart starts to pound. I don't know if I'm ready for public sex again. "I don't know," I say, scratching the back of my head. "Relax, there big guy," Fletcher says, slightly chuckling. "I want to bareback, here, in private." Such a relief. I hold up the extra twenty he gave me and he explains that it's just a little something extra. "That is... if you do something for me during our little fun." He winks at me and rubs my chest. I shudder but then remember something. "I need to see your blood test results," I say. "Ah! Of course!" He reaches over to a table next to him and grabs a manila folder. He hands it to me with a huge smile. I open it up and see a lot of info about him. His address, his full name, his blood type, how often he visits the place, what medicines he's ever been on; it's all very tempting to look at but I mostly care about the section at the bottom where it says "STD testing". HIV is negative, AIDS is negative. All of these are completely negative, not a single positive just what I like to see. I hand him back the folder, slightly more relieved. I reach over for my STD results in my pocket. I unfold it and give it to him. His smile shows that he's read the same results that I've gotten; no positives. He gives them back to me and gets up, walking to the other room. I wait patiently on the couch until he returns with something in his paws. "What do you have there?" I ask, tilting my head a little. "Well, I got it made a little while back and I haven't used it in a few years." Fletcher holds it up for me. It looks like purple shorts but with a few lines cut out of the back and some on the front. Basically, my thighs would show a little but my sheath would be covered. "I gave you extra because I thought you'd look cute if you wore this if you want." He gives me the shorts and I turn it over in my paws. It's a little sparkly and cute. I could see myself wearing this in public a few times. "Want to put it on?" I look at it a little more. I might have to pull it down a little if we're going to fuck, but other than that, it's perfect. "Yeah." Fletcher points me to the bathroom. It's one of those rooms where the door slides closed and you have to latch it shut. There's not much room in here for me but it'll suffice. I take off my jeans and briefs, exposing my sheath and my semi-erect cock. I quickly rub it a little but, making it more hard. I slip the purple shorts on and look down at myself. They hug my body a little bit, which I like. My hard cock can't really hide itself in this tiny as hell pouch it's supposed to live in. My ass is bare, sort of, but my tail still fits through and it moves about. If I shift a little, my tailhole is shows and it turns me on even more. I unlatch the lock and head back into the living room where Fletcher still waits for me. When he sees me, I can see him paw himself through his pants and lick his lips a little. "Oh my! Aren't you a sexy tiger?" he asks seductively. I blush and strut a little for him, sticking my ass in the air and flicking my tail around. All I can see is how badly he wants me in his eyes. I sit back down on the couch next to him and wrap an arm around him. "You like what you see?" I ask. Fletcher nods. "Does foxy want to have fun with this tiger?" He nods with more enthusiasm. We lean into each other and touch our muzzles again. Our tongues immediately mingle with each other, making a little cute slurping noise. I feel one of his paws run down my belly and onto my already hard cock. He rubs gently over the sensitive region. I return the favor, reaching down and petting his crotch slowly, hearing him slightly moan into the kiss. I can feel his erection grow, along with mine. He tosses me off, making me purr. I push my tongue in deeper into his maw, loving his small resistance to my kissing. Our kissing intensifies, along with the slurping, we make smooching noises when we really press our lips together. My paw slips into his boxers and my sneaky fingers find his shaft. I paw him off as our kissing deepens. So much pleasure clouds my mind and it makes my cock drip a little pre as I'm being touched by the fox. After more kissing/tongue fighting, I break the kiss again and get on my knees. Fletcher stands up and takes his pants and boxers off. "That's right, show me that cock." In front of me is his large shaft, slightly smaller than mine, but a good size nonetheless. "Oh? Such a big one." "Mhm," Fletcher says. I paw off his slightly six inches before I get close and begin to suck him off. His first few inches fit perfectly into my muzzle and all of that meat tastes great. I can hear Fletcher moan from pleasure. His paws find the back of my head and slowly rubs it as I bob my head back and forth on the hard cock. I swirl my tongue around it, getting a good taste and sucking hard, wanting more of him in my mouth. I slowly inch my head down onto him until he has only an inch left and he moans like crazy. My paws reach up and play with his balls a little bit. I suck on it more, letting it out of my mouth with a "pop" and then I say, "Does foxy want more?" "Oh yes. Please suck me," he moans. He throws his head up and closes his eyes, obviously lost in the driven pleasure I've given him. I let him reenter my mouth and I start to tease his tip with my tongue. I use my free paw to wrap it around his cock and I paw him off as I suck on him. His knot begins to swell a little and I know what comes next and I'm excited. I lean forward, sucking all of him off with a little bit of him in my throat. He moans louder and bucks his hip forward a little. Fletcher pets the back of my head, but I know he's just wanting to hump my muzzle because that's what he ends up doing. He shoves all of it in my mouth, and the sweet taste of precum fills up my taste buds. I let him take a few moments to hump my muzzle. With each one, I hear him clench his teeth and breath heavily. Before I knew it, he blows his load into me and I swallows what I can. When his cock is taken out of me, I slightly cough but I stand up just fine. "How was that?" I ask in a seductive voice. "That was good," he says. He rubs my chest a little. "Very good." I lick his nose teasingly and slowly push him down onto his knees. My turn. He pulls down my new purple shorts a little and my seven-inches pops out before him. Knowing foxes, I play with his ears and watch as he looks at my dick in amazement and paws me off. The sudden warmth forces a purr out of me. Fletcher strokes me a little bit, loving the long sight, before he uses that tongue to lap at my shaft. The purrs become slightly louder along with a very soft growl. My fingers tease his ears, folding and unfolding them, eventually using both of my paws to rub them. I look down at the fox, seeing how he loves the taste of my salty hard-on. He looks up at me with those cute green eyes as he takes my tip inside his muzzle and starts sucking me. "Mmmmmm, you know just what I like fox." My voice sounds dirty with naughty talk. He flicks his ears and smiles a little before takes a few more inches of me into him. I moan aloud and continue the ear play, using most of my willpower to not hump his mouth as he begins bobbing his head back and forth, onto and off my cock. I shiver and shudder when I feel something brush against my inner thigh. That naughty fox is trying to get me to cum sooner. At this rate, he just might. Fletcher stops for a second, only to slowly ease his muzzle onto the other few inches of me. I throw my head back and moan, slightly pushing forward to get more into him. I feel that fox tongue lick all over it. Like I did yesterday, I imagine that Fletcher's muzzle is an ass; but this time it's his own. I look past his back and look at that tail and the butt it starts at. It looks so sexy and fuckable. I let out another small growl from the thought of pushing into there and hearing him yip and moan and beg for me all night. Even though I'm only going to be here another few hours. My load starts to move, my cock already guzzling precum into his mouth. I hear the sound of Fletcher swallowing and I think that maybe this isn't his first time sucking someone. "Foxy's such a good sucker," I say. Cum flows within my shaft, almost ready to burst out of me any second. "Oh, foxy, your prize is coming." His ears stand up and I get sucked harder. My breathing increased and my paws grabbing his shoulders, I blow my load, shooting thick streams of tiger cum into his mouth. He murrs and I hear the cum being swallowed. Fletcher even licks a few bits of the salty stuff off my shaft before standing up and wiping his muzzle off. "That was tasty," he says. We end up hugging and kissing again before Fletcher decides that sucking each other, although nice, but this sex session should be taken to his room. Shaft in my paw, I keep stroking myself as we head upstairs. Around the corner and the room on the left is his. A nice, comfy looking bed occupies one corner. A TV stand sits in front of the bed with a closet on the back wall. Fletcher closes the door and sits down on his bed. It squeaks from the sudden weight shift. I stand in front of him, pawing myself off and caressing his thighs. I put my paws on his shoulder and gently push him back until he lies down. I lift up his legs and expose that tailhole of his. The fact that he doesn't fight against my hinting at what I'm going to do proves that he loves taking it. Maybe he likes it hard. I kneel down, keeping his legs up, so I'm at eye level with this delicious asshole in front of me. I lean in, taking in the scent before I begin lapping at it, making it slick. Fletcher moans slightly and I see him paw himself off, the naughty fox. "Does foxy like?" I ask, pushing a finger into his ass. He yips and moans and says, "Ohhh yes I do!" I smile and go back to licking him. I decide to be a little naughty and push my tongue deeper into his tailhole. The taste of delicious asshole fills my mouth. I make it more slick and moist, my dick throbbing, eager to be put in that ass and riding it all day long. Fletcher reaches over and grabs something. He passes it down to me and I take my tongue out. KY Jelly, lube. I've never heard of this brand, but what the hey? I squirt some into my paw and stick two fingers up his ass, earning a long moan from his cute vocal cords. I gently push my fingers in and out before I squeeze more lube in my paw and rub it all over my erection. It becomes more slick, sensitive, and it pleasures me more. Looking at the bottle, I see it's silicone based. Plus, it's a different brand so I'm not used to it. Either way, I'm definitely using this more in the future. I toss the bottle on the bed and rest Fletcher's feet on my shoulders, the weight feeling pretty good. I grasp my really hard shaft and slowly push it into his tailhole. The tightness and warmth of it squeezes my shaft and it's such a good feeling. Foxy moans loud, louder than he has before. It must be his first time getting fucked in a while. "You ready for me?" I say in a dominant voice. He whimpers and nods submissively. I slide my purple shorts down until it hits my ankles. Wrapping my arms around his legs, I slowly push into him, inch after inch. He whines as he gets used to my length stretching his virgin-like hole wide open for passage. When all seven inches are gone, I let it sit there for a moment, letting Fletcher get used to my big cock. I look down at his ass and I rub it. As I grind my cock a little, making my foxy yelp, I snake my paws down until they're on his asscheeks and I give them a good grip. "Mmmmmmm!" Fletcher moans. "Please fuck me!!!" I hear his begging which triggers me to bring my paw back and slap that cute ass. He cries out in pleasure and I slowly pull out of him. Just when my tip is about to come out, I shove my cock back into him, whimpers from my foxy just turning me on even more. His legs grasps in my paws, I begin to pick up the pace with my thrusting. My cock loving just how tight he is. Fletcher's moans start to match mine. My breathing picks up the same time my hips gain speed. I thrust hard, giggling when he lets out a cute bark. Suddenly, as my hips push as much of me into him as possible, I snarl and growl a little bit, just loving how much his ass tightens around my thick hardness. Control and domination slowly take over my mind. My pounding begins to take a decently fast pace. I will my hips to go faster, deciding that this guy hasn't had enough. His constant moans prove that. I lean down and grasp his shoulders, fucking him harder and harder. His adorable moans get muffled when I press my lips against his and shove my tongue in far. He whimpers from how much I own his ass and I let out another growl. The sounds of tongue fighting against tongue return as Fletcher wraps his arms around me. My tail thrashes about and I shove it deeper in him, wanting to hear him beg and moan for mercy, which I won't give. Standing back up, I fuck him even faster, feeling another large load coming its way. I close my eyes, starting to get lost in sexual bliss. "It's sooooooo goooood," I say. Fletcher begs more me more. Just the sound of his voice stimulates the precum that dribbles out of my cock and makes his tight ass even slicker. I fuck him faster, spank him hard and ready myself for my load to burst. "Foxy! I've got a load coming!" "Fill me!!" he begs. You've got it. I pin him down by the shoulders and ram my cock in balls-deep. He cries out and moans more. I clench my teeth and breath heavily. The soft growl slowly turns into a good-sounding roar. I grab his legs and force my cock in as hard as I can. My load begins; filling that canine ass with my feline semen. I take my cock out and paw off a little, knowing that my load ain't over. A few more streams shoot out and get onto his own cock and stomach. I lick what I have off my paw and look down at the ass I had just penetrated. It's a little more open with some cum leaking out, but I'm sure he won't mind. After my load finishes, it starts to go limp and I flop down onto the bed next to him. Fletcher and I cuddle up to each other, his head buried in my chest. "That was amazing," he says in between breaths. "Yeah?" my voice sounds a bit cracked. "You definitely have a great ass." I slither my paws downward until they grope him down there again and I just feel them. I even give them a little massage. "Thanks. You're a fucking great top." I blush at the compliment. I get them quite a lot. We just sit there, cuddled in each other's arms. His breath warming up my chest. I playfully lick his ears; in response, he giggles. Somehow, our lips find each other again. But this one is real slow. Our mouths just gently press against each other and massage each other. The show of affection makes me purr a little. So does the back rub I get from him. His tongue enters my maw and finds mine. I let him caress my tongue and eventually kiss back with mine. They swirl around each other and we hug each other tighter. Unlike earlier, we keep the kiss nice and slow. Carefully as to not break the kiss, I get on top of him and deepen the kiss. I have him trapped under my arms and I let out a slight moan when my cock pushes against his. Naturally, I grind my hips into Fletcher's, hear him squeak some cute murrs. I have no idea how long I've been kissing this cute fox but all I know is that I stop at some point only to fall asleep on him. I wake up a while later still in his bed. A blanket is wrapped around me and the lights are turned off. My arms are wrapped around something. A pillow. I guess I must've been really cuddly earlier. I lift the blanket and see the cum mess has been cleaned up a little but the room still smells like it. My sheath is covered by the purple shorts with those lines cut out. That's all I'm wearing, not that I'm complaining. My jean shorts hang on a chair across the room along with a note. I get up and see what it says. "Cleaned them while you were sleeping, Kitty." A new smell hits my nostrils. Cheese with a little pasta. I get up and head down the stairs. I pass by the couch where we sucked each other off and I smile at the memory. I walk into the kitchen and see Fletcher in his briefs stirring some pasta in a pot. He smiles when he looks up and sees me. "Good morning, Kitty," he says. "I washed your clothes and made you something to eat. I'll bet you're hungry." "I guess I am a little bit," I admit. I sit down at the table and watch him as he fixes us both a plate of Mac&Cheese. My stomach rumbles a little as Fletcher gives me a fork and sits down next to me. As we dig in, the taste of cheese filling my mouth and I'm surprised it doesn't give me some sort of food-gasm. "So, how long have I been out?" "Just a couple hours," he says. "I was pretty tired too after our little make out." I smile as I recall that happening before I passed out. "After you fell asleep, I remembered you had clothes down here so I threw them into the washer and left you alone so I wouldn't wake you up. When they were done, I left them in your room and came downstairs to make you something to eat with me." I've rarely ever ate at someone's house who I fucked with. Whenever I did, it just a quick PB&J sandwich. But it honestly felt nice to know that he kind of likes my company a little bit. Usually, people in this world use strippers for sex and nothing else. So, it warmed my heart a little knowing he did that. "Well, I appreciate the meal," I say. As I'm finishing it, something completely crosses my mind. I stand up and pull my shorts down. "I'm sorry, I forgot to give these back to you, how silly of me." When they're past my knees, Fletcher reaches a paw out and stops me. The warm surge makes me shiver a little and memories of earlier flood my mind. He smiles at me with that cute fox grin and slowly uses both paws to pull my shorts back up until they're at my waist. "But these are yours." "Keep them," he says. Before I can protest, he continues. "I never really liked them on me. They look way much cuter on you." I blush, letting the sentence sink in. I sit back down with my new purple shorts and finish what's left ton my plate. Thanking him, I take the plate to the sink and rinse it off so he doesn't have to later. When I'm done, I look at the time. It's almost twelve thirty. "I have to go," I say calmly. "I still have a job to do." "I understand." Fletcher's pleading eyes almost beg of me to not go anywhere. He gives me a huge hug, which I return with my own. We kiss each other one last time before I walk to the front door. Fletcher goes upstairs and comes back down with my jean shorts. "I'll see you around, Toby." I'm actually shocked to know that he still remembers my name. It makes me smile and feel all warm inside. "Yeah. I hope I see you soon, Fletcher." And I really mean it. There was something different about this fox that touches me in a way other customers haven't. It stays on my mind as I walk back to the bar. As I walk, I earn a few more stares from pedestrians. Some in awe, some in disgust; all of them makes me blush and giggle. The rest of my day goes by pretty fast. I got hit on by a chubby blue bear with purple eyes and a sexy attitude. For a moment, I actually forgot about Fletcher. That moment lasted about four hours. The bear took me back to his place, a small little shack in the woods and he paid me twenty dollars to fuck him with a condom. I was fine with that, even though I believe barebacking is better because it just feels sooooo much better to fuck someone's ass and not a piece of plastic in between. Anyways, I pounded the bear's horny ass until we both came all over ourselves and we cuddled a little bit. I wore Fletcher's purple shorts during that, which is ironic. At the end of that, the bear ended up paying me another five dollars as a tip because he thought the purple shorts were "very cute" on me. I, of course, said thank you and walked back to my apartment. I dig my keys out of my jean shorts and open the door to my cruddy apartment. It's still exactly as I left it when I went to the bar this morning. I set my clothes on the table next to me and close the door. I quickly notice something sticking out of the pocket of my shorts. I take it out and see a small folded-up index card. Opening it out of curiosity, I see a little note: "Cute Prostitutes like you are for more than just sex. XOOOX -Fletcher". There's even seven digits at the bottom. I stare at it in awe. I've never gotten a customer's phone number before. Is that too dangerous? Is it bad because if prostitutes fall in love, they pretty much lose their job? And I really falling for a fox I just met today? No. No. We just had sex and that's all it was; plain old sex to get each other off. Although, my mind does keep replaying the part where we kiss as if we were the last beings on earth. It was so romantic in a way. I tuck the note back into the pocket and walk around a little bit. My mind races as I think about what to do. Do I call the number? Do I tear it up and act like I never got it? Fletcher is such good company and has been very welcoming to me. Maybe we can even be friends or better yet, friends with benefits. Of course, the idea gets me aroused. Just like these shorts. I go back to my mirror and look at myself. The purple shorts do keep my sheath pretty well-covered. Even when I get a small erection, everything is hidden. The lines, which start on either side of my crotch, circle around my ass. I turn my legs a little, getting a good view of my backside. The lines show my ass a little and even a bit of my tailhole. I reach a finger downwards and stroke at the lines, which since they're holes, I end up feeling a real part of my ass. The shorts sparkle a little in the light. I, obviously, think that's absolutely adorable, fabulous and sexy. I smell myself a little and I reek a bit. I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower water. I strip off the purple shorts and hang them on the sink. I stare at myself butt-naked in the mirror and make some embarrassing poses. I even bend over and wriggle my ass a little in front of the mirror, wishing that I had asked Fletcher to give it a good spanking before I left. Maybe that's a good think I got his number. I'll ask him to make my ass red when and if I call. No wait, scratch that. Definitely when I call him. I step into the shower and let the warm water consume me. I apply my body wash to my paw and rub it all over myself, making extra sure to get my cock and ass really good. I scrub my underarms, my belly, in between my legs, and my tail. I rinse the suds off and hop out. I grab the purple shorts and throw them into a hamper, making a mental note to get that washed before tomorrow because I really want to wear it a little bit around town. I exit the bathroom and lie down on the couch, never minding the fact I'm still naked head to toe. I yawn a large one and I look over at the clock. Half-past seven o'clock and here I am, actually tired before nine. I wrap myself in a snuggly orange blanket and let myself drift off into sleep. Fletcher visits my dreams tonight. He comes up to me and kisses me, right before we snuggle and have a little sex. I go easy on him, something I can actually do, but it's hard because I love going all out on asses. I do ejaculate inside him, but he insists on leaving it in him as we spoon together until the next morning when I wake up and the bright sunlight fills my apartment. I sit up, yawn again and go to the fridge to get me something to eat. I eventually settle on just a glass of milk and some bacon. I down it all in a matter of minutes and I just lie back in the chair, rubbing my full stomach. I'm not exactly fat, but I've got a little belly showing there, I'm not going to lie. I've never had a problem with having a little chub on me. To be honest, it actually feels pretty good. I wouldn't go as far as to say that it turns me on, but it just feels nice sometimes. When I finally feel like moving again, I get up, take a few minutes to brush my teeth and grab the keys to my apartment. I'm usually at the bar by eight, but I don't really feel like going today. I just feel like walking around the city. My mind races back to when I put the purple shorts in the hamper and I quickly get them. I put them to my nose. They smell a little of my musk and scent. I should probably get these washed. As I grab some laundry, I remember I'm naked and hurry to get my jean shorts. The residents of this town can tolerate half-nudity, but they won't tolerate full nudity. I tuck my keys into my pocket, put my dirty laundry into a basket and also remember to bring a magazine just in case I get bored while I'm at the laundry-mat. Luckily, the building is just next door so it won't be a huge problem. I get in the elevator, wait three stories and walk through the lobby out the front door. The lady who runs the front desk, Christine, a green wolf with pink earrings, notices me and gives me an acknowledging smile and nod. I wave to hear and walk on. I enter the laundry place and notice that there's only a few people that are here. One is a silver fox who looks too busy with his music. Another is a pink and purple cat, who's reading a book. I get some detergent and dig out some change. I throw my clothes and detergent into the washer and put in the few quarters until it starts. During the hour long wait, I take out my magazine and take a seat on the bench. It's nothing pornographic, just a comedy magazine that usually gets me to laugh, or at least smile. As I read, I notice the others in here giving me a few weird glares for a second before I catch them. I'm not worried. I get stared at all the time. I'm used to the attention. Once, some cute chubby raccoon whistled the "damn that's sexy" tune at me as I walked by. I blushed and ended up pounding his ass when he came up to me, talked to me, and he gave me money. I think he asked for bareback that day. This is what prostitution does to you, you have sex so many times you start to forget a few things. I still love being a hooker, don't get me wrong, I love the amount of sex I get. The fun stuff I get to try and the new people I get to meet. Hell, if it wasn't for me curing my stage fright a couple years ago during my senior year of high school, I'd probably be too nervous to be what I am now. After an hour, the washer stops and I set down my magazine to put them in the dryer. This only takes another thirty minutes. I sit back down and resume my magazine reading. I hear a faint sound and I perk my ears up to listen closer. The lyrics start to make out to me. I instantly recognize it as Meghan Trainor's "Lips Are Moving". Oh no; that song is one of my weaknesses. I find my feet tapping a little to the beat. Fortunately, it doesn't make a lot of noises. My fingers also tap the pages and I'm starting to get swallowed by the catchy beat. The urge to dance starts to consume me. My leg even starts to bounce a little, needing burn off some energy. I look around. With people still here, there's no way I can dance around like a slut like I want to. I just imagine in my head the dance moves I want to with this song. I start to get a little aroused and I already knew that that's not a good thing. I rest my magazine onto my legs, covering my hard erection, which is already fully grown. Unable to resist, I rub myself through my jeans a little, hoping it would satisfy my horny and sexual desires. But, nope. It stays alive and strong. I do my best to think of anything else while the song plays. But most of the thoughts that run through my head are ones of me having sex with so many other guys. It doesn't help any. I take a few deep breaths and just focus on the magazine. A hear someone walk inside but I don't bother looking up. Just when I think it's quiet, a squeaky, five-year-old girl's voice says, "Mommy! Mommy! That mean isn't wearing clothes!" I look up and see a little fox with her pace lit up, looking right at me. Her mom looks at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir," she says. She holds her daughter close to her leg. "It's no big deal," I say with a smile. While the mother scolds her child for saying that, I hear the dryer go off and I go to get my clothes. They're a little but I put them and my magazine in the basket and head back out. I go back into the apartment building and back to my good, old, crappy apartment. As I set my basket down, I reach in and get my new purple shorts that Fletcher gave me. I take off the jean shorts and put on the sexy purple ones. That's when I remember Fletcher had given me his number in that card. I find it, go over to the landline and dial the digits without practicing what I'm going to say first. Smart move. "Hello?" Fletcher's voice fills the other end and it fills my heart with joy. "Hi, honey," I say using the same voice I did during our sex yesterday. "Toby! Hi! How are you?" I tell him things are fine and that it's going ok for me. When I ask how he is, he gives me the same response. "So, what brings you to call me?" "Well, I saw that you gave me your number and I thought I'd call and say hi." I twist the index card around in my fingers and look at the numbers written on it. "Oh, well, hi there." I can hear his blushing little cheeks over the phone. His smile must be on, his tail wagging, possibly curling the telephone wire in his fingers because he's nervous. I'm doing that to this phone right now. I ask him why he gave me his phone number. "Well, I just... thought you were great company and... if you ever... you know... want to hang out again..." I can just imagine him sweating a little bit like the cute nervous foxy he is. "Oh?" I giggle. "Foxy want to be with his little Kitty?" "Yes I do." I can hear the cuddling and kissing urges over the phone. And here I am with my erection on and my purple shorts bulging. "I was thinking... how about I take you to that place on West Square?" "Really?!" Meat Grills; one of the tastiest places in this city. I sometimes use extra money to go there to eat, when I'm not eating pop-tarts in a run-down apartment. My tail swishes back and forth. Could this be a date? Would that be normal? "Is foxy asking me on a date?" My teasing voice causes silence. Well, sort of. I can hear his breathing increase and the stuttering that might come soon with that. "Umm... are... are you ok with that? If not, that's ok." I smile and wish he were here in my arms, giving me a great big hug. "Of course we can call it that," I say finally. "Does noon work for you?" "Yes. I'll see you there." "Bye, Fletcher." I make a kissing sound into the phone and hang up. I go into the bathroom and for once, I'm in panic mode. Do I smell bad? Do I need another shower? I just got one this morning; I put some deodorant under my arms just in case. I check my teeth and although they look white, I brush them again anyways. I look around my body. I don't see any strange or unusual spots and I don't smell like cum or sex. I adjust my purple shorts so they look just perfect on me. I pat any fur down that looks like it's standing up. Out of habit, I take my mind of the date temporarily by strutting around and showing off my ass again. I give it a few hard smack and talk into the mirror. "Such a bad tiger." I growl a little. "What? You want that slutty ass smacked and spanked all day?" I spank myself and continue. "Yeah. You're such a bitch slut. Dirty fucking whore. Tail-raising prostitute with no shame. You just love strutting that stuff don't you? You're just begging for hard ass slaps, aren't you?" My erection regrows and I pull my shorts down enough so that it shows. I give myself a gentle squeeze and stroke it. "I see. Slutty tiger not only loves getting his ass smacked until it turns from orange to red, he also loves a little cock now and then." I spank myself as I paw off faster. I imagine dozens of paws reaching for my ass and smacking it with nothing held back. That slutty thought just makes me paw off more. Pleasure consumes the lower half of my body. My free paw reaches into my shorts and rubs my ass, wishing it was sore from a spanking spree. My climax builds and I think of doing this to Fletcher. So many thoughts make my fingers work faster. The taste of Fletcher's cum in my mouth, me getting to taste a little cock yesterday, and the thoughts of Fletcher being filled with my sticky seed. I close my eyes and let these thoughts cloud my actions. "Yeah, you bitch," I whisper to myself with my voice even more dirty. "You just love to think of sucking some. All you want is to stuff your face with cocks and swallow the grand prize at the end of a masturbation session." Me shaft begins to leak precum like crazy as my monologue gets vaguer and I start to let out a small growl from my throat. "That's right. Keep stroking yourself you filthy runt. All you enjoy is swallowing the loads of people. You love it. You fucking LOVE IT. Don't you dare deny it! You love it just as much as you love getting your ass gang-spanked. Admit it! Fucking admit it! Admit how much of a prostitute you just love being!! Say it!! SAY YOU'RE A FUCKING COCK LOVING WHORE!!!!!!!!" My loads bursts and it gets all over the sink. I manage to keep my roar to a minimum so no one will notice. I wipe up the semen with my paw and lick it off, still as tasty as ever. By the time noon rolls around, I'm all calm from earlier. I'm a little embarrassed but I guess I like a little embarrassment every now and them. It's kind of like my fantasy of being spanked in public and being ridiculed for it. I'm such a slut. As I approach Meat Grill, I see him. Fletcher stands outside with a smile on his muzzle, just like I knew he would. He's wearing a green polo and some khaki pants. And I'm only wearing the purple shorts he gave me. "Hello there," I say to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "Hi there, gorgeous," he says. We share a small kiss before we head inside, paw-in-paw. It feels good to have my fingers around his. The waiter who's there, a female green shepherd with yellow ears, wears the same uniform as all workers: blue buttoned up shirt with a green vest with their name tags on then and snazzy blue pants. She says hi to us and we ask for a table for two. She grabs a couple menus and we follow her to a table in the back. We get settled in and she says she'll be right back to get us drinks. I quickly look through the menu and already decide what I'm going to get. As I wait for Fletcher to decide what he wants, I take a look around. The place had a brown and blonde floor with alternating patterns. Lamp-shaped lights hang from the ceiling and emit just enough light to call this a romantic place. There's a stage with a piano that sits empty. Maybe no one uses it anymore. I don't remember there ever being a player there ever. There's quite a few people here tonight. I get some looks from my shorts but I ignore them. When you're a prostitute, it becomes easy. Fletcher finally decides what he wants: just a regular hamburger with no mayo and extra mustard. I usually order a bacon-wrapped grilled cheese sandwich. Have you ever had one? No? You should. Our waiter, Amber from the looks of her name tag, comes back and asks us what we want to drink and if we're ready to order. I tell her I want the grilled cheese with a glass of milk. Fletcher gets with burger but with regular water for something to drink. Amber writes down our order and smiles. "Alright. I'll get you gentlemen your food." She looks over at me. "Cute outfit." I blush and say thank-you. When she walks away, me and Fletcher strike up a conversation. I ask him what does for a living, what he likes to do, stuff like that. It turns out that he's a mechanical engineer from the local University. He likes to read, write, watch TV, cuddle, drink occasionally, cuddle, and loves to fuck a lot. I'm pretty much all of those except for writing, I'm so terrible at that and it's not funny. "What about you?" Fletcher asks. "What interests you other than your job?" That was a tough question to answer. I love a lot of things. Cuddling, like him, is an obvious one. I love dancing and singing a little, which took him by surprise since I didn't seem much like a singer to him. I tell him that maybe I'll show him my moves later when we're alone. "So, have you ever done pole dancing before?" Fletcher asks. "No, expect for one," I say. I go into a little detail of THAT story. I met these two strippers when I first started my job as a prostitute. They asked me whether I could dance or not. I tried to show them a couple moves buy I wasn't very good at it. They offered to spend a couple hours with me teaching me how to dance a little, mostly on a pole. By the time I was done, they said I was pretty good and that I looked sexy and adorable. I don't' recall their names now but I know they were funny-sounding ones. "What about you? Can you dance?" "No. But I can play a few instruments." "Really?" This sparks my interest. "Yeah. When I was growing up, my parents encouraged me to try recreational activities so I learned to play a few instruments like the guitar, flute, and piano." "Awesome." He blushes but thanks me. Amber comes back a while later with our food. It's a good thing too, I'm starving right here. We thank her for the meal and we dig in. The meat instantly warms up to my tastes buds and that combined with the taste of gooey cheese makes them have a little orgasm. I ask Fletcher how his meal is and he says it's great. I keep glancing over at the piano, my thoughts putting Fletcher on that bench, playing some beautiful songs for the entire restaurant. As we eat, two employees walk by and from the sound of their conversation, they don't sound too happy. "What are we supposed to do?" the fox asks. "I don't know but people haven't seen anyone in over a couple months," the wolf says. "I knew it wasn't a good idea to keep that piano." That last word makes me pay more attention to their talking. As it turns out, they haven't gotten anyone to perform in over three months, which explains why the piano always sits dormant. If they don't they're afraid they're going to lose business because when this place opened, it was intended to have live entertainment. Fletcher would be great on there; I think to myself. I may be a dancer, but I'm not sure if I'm good with doing it publicly; my laundry-mat experience proved that. "You have any brilliant ideas?" the fox asks. "Hey." My voice surprises even me. They turn in my direction and they lock eyes with me. I don't know why I spoke up, but I might as well say what I was going to say. "Fletcher, here knows how to play." My foxy perks his ears up and tilts his head, giving me a very strange quizzical look. "Oh yeah?" the wolf asks, uncertain. "And how good is he?" Despite me never hearing him play, Fletcher isn't trying to get me to shut up so I say, "Very." The two turn their attention to Fletcher. "What do you say, kid? You want to?" the fox asks. Fletcher looks as me with a what-should-I-do? look. I lock eye contact with a go-ahead smile. Fletcher looks back at the employees. "Ok. I'll do it," he finally says. The two quickly ask him for his full name before he looks over at me and continues speaking. "Is it ok if a dancing act is with me?" "Of course," the fox says. "We've never had a dancer before." "Trust me, I'm sure you'll love this one." The two employees run off to wherever. I look at Fletcher and ask him why he would do that. "I believe you're good at it." "How do you know?" "I've seen you dance before. Outside on your apartment balcony. I've walked by a couple times and seen the moves you have. A little too slutty for this place, but overall, you're good and I want you to do with me. Please?" He looks at me with those pleading eyes. I roll my eyes because it's hard to say no to something like that. "Ok," I say. The two employees come back with two microphones for me and Fletcher. I tell them my full name and that I'll be the one dancing to Fletcher's music. People around us start to notice something's going on because I see they're looking at us and whispering stuff like "what's happening?" When they give us the ok, the two employees help up get on the stage and Fletcher takes a seat on the bench. "You know any songs?" "Yeah," Fletcher says. "You know any dances that aren't... you know?" I nod my head. I'm sure I'll catch onto the song anyways and I might join in on the song. The fox, I remembered to look at his name tag and read Martin, gets everyone's attention and the place quiets down and I've never heard this much silence. "Hello. Is this thing working?" His voice fills the restaurant and I can feel half the eyes on me. "Ok. Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention?!" He has everyone's alright. "After nearly three months, those of us here at the Meat Grill found two performers this evening." There's a few claps but people are mostly staring at my purple shorts. I hop up onto the piano, adjusting my microphone. Fletcher's paw tremble a little, but when he looks up and I give him a genuine smile, he looks back with the same thing, eventually turning determined. "So, with no further delays, I give you Fletcher McAlister and Toby Tiger playing the song 'Tell Me That You Love Me'." With all eyes on us, Fletcher starts playing the keys. It sounds really amazing. At first, I don't know what to do or say, but I eventually dance non-slutty to the song and even catch onto my foxy with the lyrics.

Ohh yeah yeah The situations turn around enough to figure out That someone else has let you down so many times I don't know why But I know we can make it as long as you say it

So tell me that you love me yeah And tell me that I take your breath away And maybe if you take one more then I would know for sure There's nothing left to say Tell me that you love me anyway

Tell me that you love me anyway Ohhh

Waking up beside yourself and what you feel inside Is being shared with someone else Nowhere to hide I don't know why But I know we can make it As long as you say it So tell me that you love me yeah And tell me that I take your breath away And maybe if you take one more then I would know for sure There's nothing left to say Tell me that you love me anyway

Show me look what we found turn it around every day I can hear what you say Now I know why know we can make it

If you tell me that you love me yeah And tell me that I take your breath away And maybe if you take one more So tell me that you love me yeah And tell me that I take your breath away Maybe if you take one more then I would know for sure There's nothing left to say Tell me that you love me anyway

I mostly stay on the piano for most of it, but I do walk around, making my legs move the right way and singing along. It ends with me back on the piano, my nose about to touch Fletcher's. The crowd applaud and somewhat cheers even as I kiss him on the lips, not caring who watches. It may only last a second, but I still loved every moment. Maybe me and Fletcher make a great pair as a song playing/dancing duo. I'm sure he'll want me to quit my job as a prostitute, but the odds of that are slim. I didn't know it then, but that was the last time my life, or the lives of tigers and other furs everywhere, would change. News got out about us over the next few weeks. Some were even questioning where I got the shorts from. Soon, everyone thought it was cute and other tigers like myself started to pick up on the trend. I guess the moral of the story is this: people can change you, even it's a small change or a big one like mine. No matter you who are, no matter what you are, even the smallest actions like going to the bar at the right moment or saying the right words to someone you want to fuck with can make the biggest decisions in your life. Like most prostitutes, if you want something, you go after it.