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The early morning air was cool as Vanessa Corsana parked in the vendor lot of the Anthrodale Mall. It was that time between fall and winter, where it'd try to snow but nothing would quite stick. Vanessa, being a tiger, didn't mind it all that much. The cold phased her little when she got out and went around to the back of her van, opening the doors and carefully undoing the straps around the day's 'shipment,' taking it out from the padded storage space. She liked calling the boxes that, it made things feel a little more exciting. Not that running an antiques shop in a mall was ever exactly boring -- she'd seen some pretty interesting pieces and people come and go -- but it still could be... monotonous.

The tigress let out a sigh as she reached the entrance to the west wing service corridors; today's shipment of valuable Chinoiserie tablewares was big enough that she had to set the box down, even with her size. She pulled out her ID and swiped it against the reader, stuffing it back in her pocket as the door popped open with an electric buzz. When she went down to pick up the box, she just barely heard something.

"James, I swear to God..."

"Geeze, V," the human said, pulling the door open for her from inside, "Halloween was like a month ago, you think I'd do that again?"

"Yes," the tigress said. "You did it last week!"

She glanced down at him; James occupied a unique position at the mall. He was both a janitor and a night watchman, prepping the west wing for the next day and making sure no brave teenagers tried to sneak in during the night. He'd bumped into her on the way out one morning, when she'd come in early with an extra large 'shipment' of different items to put on display. He stuck around to help her before he ended his shift, and soon, the tigress was coming in early almost every day. Even if there wasn't a big item or a bunch of them.

"You need any help with that?" the human asked, strolling down the corridor with her.

"No, but thanks for asking," she replied, the exchange one they had every day -- even if it was with just her water bottle or purse.

"Ahh. You sure you don't want me to do a bug-check on it for you?"

"No, James," the tigress said, "I don't. These pieces have been in someone's display cabinet, there's no spiders in the box."

"Well, you never know," he said, shrugging cheekily. "Them buggers are small, they can get almost anywhere. I saw a video this other day of --"

"Stop!"

James chuckled at the tigress' bushed-out tail, and her angry smile. When they'd first met, when he helped her ferry boxes in and set them carefully into the little staging area she had in the back, Vanessa had almost broke a Victorian lamp by flinging it in the air. A spider had crawled out from one of the boxes, onto the old flip-clock she was about to pick up. Prior to that, James didn't know that a tiger could make a noise that high-pitched. She shrieked to kill it, and he did with a laugh of disbelief. He left her that day with the offer to kill any spiders or creepy crawlies that might have hitched a ride in her boxes or items. And ever since, he'd made good on that promise, though not without cost.

"I should report you to the building manager," Vanessa grumbled, though she stayed smiling.

"For what?" James laughed, "Putting up seasonal decorations?"

"Harassing me with them, you little prick!"

"Spiders are part of Halloween, Vanessa. Management wanted those decorations put up, and I --"

"You put all of them right around my door, and you didn't take them down for weeks!"

The human snickered; the tigress hit him with a hip check, making him stumble into the opposite wall.

"Shut up," she laughed angrily as he continued to chuckle. "I swear to God, James, one more time, and I'll -- I'll --"

"Put me to work in your shop again? Make me get you another early-morning Orange Julius?"

"Shut up!"

He limited himself to chuckling, and the tigress seemed content with that. At least for the moment.

"Should I go first?" he asked when they arrived, the door to 'Hole in the Wall Antiques' distinctly empty of any arachnid decorations.

"Yeah, I think you should," Vanessa said. "You can go first and turn on all the lights, mister."

"Fine, fine. It's my job to make you feel at ease, Ms. Corsana."

She rolled her eyes. James pulled out his keyring, making a show of flipping through until he found the one to her storefront, the brass shiny and well worn. He hunched over in an exaggerated, tactical stance as he unlocked the door, holding his flashlight like an instrument of death. Vanessa refused to look as he slowly opened the door, hitting the light switch with an explosive jerk. He stood there in the doorway, scanning the room like a Terminator until the tigress sighed, nudging him with her knee.

"Clear!" the knight-watchman said, keeping his exaggerated pose as he shuffled through the cramped and crowded back room.

"Hey, watch it!" the tigress shouted, "You touch, you buy, little man!"

He didn't respond, though he was careful. Vanessa set the box down on the one table she kept clear for new items, while James posted up at the door to the floorspace.

"I'm ignoring you..." she said, undoing the box as James continued his little show.

"Means I'm doing my job, ma'am," he replied in a Snake Plisken voice; she stifled a laugh.

He tacticaled through the doorway, his work jacket ruffling as he swept his light this way and that. Soon, though, Vanessa heard his footsteps return to normal. The tiger continued pulling out the various dishes and cups, undoing the paper and throwing it into her padding basket. Then she heard a curse, very quiet from the front room.

"James?" she called, hearing the lights buzz on, "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah!" he called back, the lie obvious. "It's all good, just -- just stay back there, alright?"

The tigress sighed, setting the Chinoiserie down. She hadn't heard anything crack or break, so that left only one thing.

"What are you doing?" she called, striding over to the door.

"Nothing!" he called back.

"My ass you're not. James, what --"

She jiggled the handle, finding it wouldn't budge.

"Did you just lock me out?!"

"No?" the human replied, like a small child being caught in the cookie jar.

"James, open it now!" the tigress said, fumbling for her keys, tail lashing behind her. "If I see a single one of the spider decorations in there, you're gonna pay!"

"You really might not want to come in just yet!" he called as the tigress found her keys. "If it is the spiders, you'd be scared, wouldn't you?"

"Not enough that I couldn't teach you a lesson!"

She could hear him cursing quietly again, his footsteps thudding over to the door as she put the key in the lock. She felt him thud into the wood as she undid the lock, trying to keep it closed.

"James, enough!" she said, pushing slowly. "I'm 8 foot, and you're not even 6! Give it up!"

"Why can't you open it, then?" he asked, even as the door moved inch by inch.

"Because I don't want to throw you into anything," she growled.

The janitor's shoes squeaked a little on the floor as he slid along with the door.

"Yeah... that makes sense..."

After a few more moments, he sighed and stepped out of the way; Vanessa knew what she'd see, and only squealed rather than shrieked.

"James, you asshole!" she said, scrunching up and looking over the shop. "They're everywhere!"

They were, indeed. Plastic spiders, paper cut outs, rubber toys -- all dotted every floor tile, every shelf, every piece of relatively flat furniture. Some were purple, some green, but most were black. A few were white, all scattered here and there.

"...God, it's gonna take me forever to clean them all up..." the tigress whispered, her tail curling tight to her body. The human slowly edged his way out from behind the door, looking out over his nearly-complete handiwork.

"You weren't supposed to --"

Vanessa cut him off, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him in front of her. She snarled, baring her teeth down at him as he grabbed onto her paw and winced.

"I wasn't supposed to what?" She asked, lifting up and making him stand on his toes.

"Come in yet! Come in yet!" the human said, "You weren't supposed to come in!"

She tilted his head back, leaning down.

"And why not?" she growled.

"Because they -- they lost their charge!"

Vanessa paused, that mean facade fading.

"What?"

James reached over and hit the light switch, plunging the showroom back into early-morning darkness. It took a second, but slowly, it came into view. There in front of them lay a huge heart, glowing a faint green in the dark.

"They should be brighter, but they're a little -- old..."

James sighed in relief when the tiger let him go; he dropped down and tried to fix his hair.

"I was planning on acting like the lights were out," he said, "have you come in and see that first before --"

"James."

He stopped; she was looking down at him, her green eyes big in the dark. All at once her arms were around him, drawing him up into her chest. He could feel his feet dangle in the air as her lips met his, a huge paw again on his head. This time, though, there was no hair pulling. Only a firm press into her lips. He looked up to find that her eyes were closed; when he closed his, they began to nuzzle into each other. Vanessa thought about all the times he'd helped her ferry antiques to the store, all the times he'd snuck to the various food stands and bought her a little something before the mall actually was open. James thought about all the times she'd come in with a pair of coffees, or a box of doughnuts. She thought about how much sleep she'd given up to come in early, just to see him, and he thought about how much time 'unpaid overtime' he'd taken for her. He thought about that cute smile she had, and the countless times he'd seen it. And she thought about his, how every prank or jab had a tiny bit of sweetness to it.

All of it was worth it.

James gasped when they finally pulled apart, feeling Vanessa do the same. He tried to reach up and stroke her face, to feel her fur, but he had to content himself with just stroking her sides in her hug. The tigress rumbled, a hand kneading at his back.

"So, are you going to kill me?" he asked.

" I don't know," she whispered. "How long have you been planning this little stunt?"

"A while," he admitted. He shivered, feeling her tail wrap lazily around his leg.

"Why didn't you do it sooner?"

"I -- I'm just some shlub," he said, dropping his head against her. "I'm a janitor, an off duty mall-cop, and you like, actually own something. Run a business."

The coo she let out made his heart melt. Or maybe it was the way she popped her claws ever so slightly, scratching his head and pulling him harder into her neck fluff.

"You don't have to do that," she said, carrying him into the back room. "You're fine like you are, James."

"Does that mean I got you?" he asked. The tigress snorted, then kissed him again, her teeth scraping his lips this time.

"That didn't clue you in?"

"I -- just didn't know if I'd gone too far."

The tigress purred, nipping at his nose; he winced, her teeth sharp.

"Oh, you certainly did," she rumbled, shifting her hold. "But I said I was going to make you pay, didn't I?"

James didn't like the tone of her voice. He wasn't sure how he felt about his current position, either, slung over the tigress' shoulder, staring down at a swaying tail while she kept a firm grip on his ass -- a very firm grip.

"I -- I didn't touch anything..." he said, praying she couldn't feel his erection pressing into her shoulder.

A purr and a set of claws on his asscheeks told him she probably did.

"You touch," she said, her tail drifting up and pressing itself against his hands, "you buy..."

"...Could you let me down, now?" James asked as Vanessa opened the employee exit, the cold air making him shiver. The tigress didn't respond, save for rubbing her cheek against his leg and tightening her grip on his ass. The cameras would catch them, he knew, but he didn't care. He was the one that had access to them, after all. Vanessa still threw him in the back of her van before ripping his pants off, cutting the laces of his shoes when they got in the way. He cringed at the cold, and the tigress cooed.

"Aww, are your little legs cold, humie?" she asked, shoving him further into the padded hold.

"It's only like 20 out, so yeah, they are."

Vanessa hummed, then pounced; the suspension bounced as she hung over him, hands on either side of his head. Her green eyes glinted from some stray parking-lot light, her stripy face all smiles. James gulped, watching a paw slowly drift down between them, the other shutting the doors behind them.

"Good thing I didn't get to these yet, then" she said, snapping his boxers' waistband. She ran a finger over his length, feeling it strain against the fabric. He didn't dare look down as she purred. The human couldn't help but tense when the tigress sat up to her full height, her shorts just barely pressing in on his thighs. He could feel her heat through them, she was so close.

"You like teasing me, James?" Vanessa asked; she took a single claw, popping his shirt open button by button.

"N-no?"

She popped the next button off with force.

"I don't like liars much, James."

"M-maybe a little?"

_ Pop_ went another button.

"Why?"

"...do you have to ruin my shirt like that? I only have a few --"

Vanessa cut his words off into a whimper, pressing her claw into his chest.

"Buttons can be sewn back on, honey. But I can cut you out if you'd really like."

"No! No, that's fine."

The tigress huffed, hooking her claw back around the next button and continuing her journey down.

"Tell me, then; why?"

"Because you look really... cute when you're flustered. I -- I like making you smile."

She spread his shirt wide as the last button came off, drifting her finger over his member again before trailing her claw gently back up his body, cupping his face with a purr.

"...I suppose I can understand..." she rumbled, leaning down again. James clenched his fists when the tigress dragged her tongue over his face, slow and rough. She pulled back with a smile, watching him stay flustered.

"Careful there, James..." the tigress said, looking down; his hands were on her ass, gripping it tight. He let go in shock, but the glint in Vanessa's eye told him it was too late.

"You touch, you buy..."

She rolled to the side, as much as the van would allow, and kicked off her shorts. James did the same to his shirt after a moment, struggling with a sleeve when he saw the dark denim flutter. Then all he could see were stripes. He gasped as Vanessa settled on his chest, her weight pressing him into the padding of the floor. Her fur was incredibly soft, and his toes curled as the white fur of her ass crept closer to his face.

"You said you like making me smile, right James?"

The tigress was looking down at him over her shoulder, but the curve of her rear and the swaying of her tail meant they couldn't actually see each other.

He knew she was already grinning regardless.

"Y-yea--"

Vanessa dropped back down the rest of the way, grinding the rest of his words into a muffled groan.

"Then make me smile," she said; he stiffened when she grabbed him through his boxers.

"I think I'll try doing the teasing, for once."

It wasn't long before James grabbed the tigress' ample cheeks with desperation, her strokes gentle and deliberate. His short, reflexive breaths beneath her brought waves of her scent to him as he let out more muffled groans, short and sharp. She smelled like her shop, like her van. She smelled like old wood, like ancient leatherbound books.

She smelled good.

Vanessa giggled as James' moans became more muffled, feeling him nuzzle deeper into her soft behind. She stroked his base with a single finger, delighting in how it jumped up against her along with his hips. She shifted her own against his face, rocking it side to side, up and down. The tigress shivered at the feel of his opportunistic breaths against her most sensitive depths, short chirps of surprise breaking up her constant, pleasured purr. Her tail lashed as his fingers gripped her fur and his nails dug into her flesh, his whole body going still as she laid her hand on his package, teasing his head with her palm. James pressed up into her eagerly, and Vanessa gave him just a little pressure back, her fingers playing with his sack

"Oh, what's the matter, James?" she asked, pressing a little harder. "Do you like that?"

He nodded sharply, and the tigress' entire backside shivered in response. She kept herself more in check when he groaned into her cheeks, feeling her hand leave his groin.

"You know, I'm enjoying teasing you," she said, reaching back and finding his hands. "I can see why you enjoyed it."

Her fingers intertwined with his, guiding his hands over the expanse of her soft cheeks as she rocked subtly on his face.

"That's it," she sighed, her hands eventually leaving his, "just like that James... you bought it... may as well enjoy it..."

The tigress' words devolved into a hum as she sat back, sinking even more of her weight on his face. Her paws curled around his sides; it took some will to not let her claws flex as James continued feeling her ass. She began to roll her hips against him, into his hands and into his face. She wanted to feel those faint breaths against every inch of her depths, for him to have explored her completely. For him to understand that she was in control. And the human's muffled, moaning breaths as he bottomed out told her that he did.

The kisses made her shudder.

Vanessa let her head fall back, her paws scraping along his torso. It was only then that James realized his chest was soaked. She rocked back and forth, bouncing on his face as her own breaths started to become heavy. The tigress was barely aware of what he did beneath her besides slide against her inner cheeks and squirm, only brought out of her haze when the human began to slap at her striped cheeks with desperation.

"Sorry! Sorry," she said, lifting up to a huge gasp. "You were just making me smile so --"

She grunted, a hand still between her legs as she looked down at her exhausted prey.

"Screw the dirty talk," she panted, sitting down against the backs of the seats, "just get up and come finish me, James!"

The human could hear her _shlick_ing herself as he got to his knees, finding his boxers already soaked with precum. The tigress looked down on him with need, panting with legs akimbo. One hand continued its work down below, the other busy tearing off her top. He paused mid-crawl when it finally came off, entranced. Her stomach and breasts glowed in the half-light that filtered into the van, dark stripes curving with the generous slopes of her body. Her breasts each had to be at least as big as his head, heaving and swaying as she panted. Perky pink nipples dotted --

"Get over here!"

Vanessa leaned over and plucked James up, yanking him against her. The fur and curves he was admiring seconds ago were suddenly in his face, her paws on his his head, his ass. He heard the tearing of fabric, then felt her pads on his cheeks. Her thighs wrapped around his waist as she jostled him into position, squeezing and searching as she tried to guide him in by the ass.

"Hurry up!" she panted, pressing his face tighter to her chest. James fumbled for his dick, feeling the softness of her thighs against his hands as he reached into the heat between them. Her excitement had already soaked his groin, and he was sure his already matted her fur. The tigress didn't hesitate when they were finally aligned, and crushed him against her with all her might.

The moan she let out was deep and loud; James' was muffled by her breasts.

They could feel each other twitch, her walls squeezing around his pulsing length as he stayed buried in her to the hilt. Each tiny, involuntary movement sent another wave of pleasure through them, making them both shake. They chased that sensation, Vanessa's thighs squeezing hard while James gripped her love handles, trying desperately to give her more.

But slowly, their grasps became less desperate, their senses spreading beyond their loins. The feeling of fur on bare flesh. The slight cold wherever the two of them weren't touching. The gentle rise and fall of their chests against each other, and the shifting of their hands.

"...good job, James," Vanessa huffed, holding him tight. "...you really -- made me smile..."

The human was reluctant when she pulled his head back from her cleavage -- though her look of contentment was almost as good. After a second, James realized he was smiling, too.

Then the tigress' fur puffed up, and she pushed away from the seats with a shriek.

"Kill it!" she screamed, dumping James off to the side as she whirled around, "Kill it, kill it!"

He looked at her as she tried to reach her back, eyes wide; there, sitting in the the sea of orange, was a small, dark spider.

James started laughing.

"James!" the tigress screamed. "Stop it! Stop laughing and kill it!"

He squashed it; Vanessa stiffened, before deflating with a groan.

"Ja-ames..." she sighed.

"What? What!?"

"You smashed it in my fur!"

"It'll wash out."

"I'm not going through the whole day with spider-guts on my back!" she yelled, shuddering as she tried to reach it. "Ugh, I can still feel it..."

James sighed, dealing with his own crisis of torn clothes.

"Fine. There's an employee shower by the locker room, I can let you --"

He paused, looking up at her; she'd made the same realization.

"I mean, we can --"

"Oh, no!" the tigress said, getting up and facing him. "You're not taking a shower with me, mister! You're going through and taking out all of those spiders from my store!"

He searched her face as she began collecting her clothes; her smile gave her away.

James said nothing, just smiling himself as he gathered what was left of his own tattered garments and dressed himself best he could.

"James?"

Vanessa stood by the back doors, looking down at him in the half-light.

"I'm serious."

"Uh - huh."

"I am," she said again, her tail thumping against the wall.

"...But you should know that I take slow showers."

The tigress opened the door, leaving with a burst of cold morning air. She blinked a little and adjusted her clothes, just able to see the pink of the sunrise over the top of the mall. Before she walked back in, she took a look peek through the windows.

James was furiously trying to get his buttonless-shirt to close.

Vanessa laughed quietly, heading to the door; she'd give the water plenty of time to heat up.