A new city, a cozy little hotel room, a local club with live music… and Chloe, seated at the bar. She takes a sip of her drink and scans the room, scoping out her prospects for the evening, seeking the usual: find someone thrilling for the night and then move on—or, preferably, let someone thrilling find her.
She’s clad in a short, flimsy black dress over slightly sheer black tights, her paws concealed by a pair of simple, light gray flats. A statement necklace on her chest and a small black purse complete her look for the night.
A few figures stand out from the crowd. An elk, tall and curvy, with a hunger in her eyes… firmly focused on the slender mouse on the dance floor. Nope; Chloe’s not one for competition.
A wolf at the end of the bar, sipping beers and similarly eyeing the crowd, occasionally flashing a grin her way. Maybe if nobody more enticing comes along, but she wants to be taken, not lured in.
Looks like wolfy might be the best bet, though. Everyone’s got their eyes on someone else or too passive to approach her. With a quiet sigh, she turns her gaze toward the band. May as well enjoy the music. Maybe a bit too many people, too much competition…
She freezes, a flutter in her chest. Those eyes, locked on her… the bassist. A tiger, tall, with broad shoulders but almost an hourglass figure. A button shirt with a colorful pattern, sleeves rolled up; tight jeans, sleek boots, and fingers that clearly know what they’re doing. And those eyes, sharp and fierce… They’re not exactly fixed on her—he looks through the crowd, looks at his bandmates, looks at his bass on occasion… but they always drift back to her, demanding her attention, piercing through her.
A warmth creeps across her face and she can’t help timidly glancing around to make sure she’s his focus—but she knows she doesn’t need to. The tiger’s made his interest decidedly clear. He licks his chops, sending a shiver up her spine.
Time passes, songs play, and all the while she’s locked on the bassist. His left hand deftly travels the fretboard as his right plucks and, on occasion, slaps or pops the strings. He carries half the groove, knowing when to play it cool and when to throw in a flourish, never quite stealing the limelight—those who aren’t lost in dance or conversation are, perhaps predictably, focused on the guitar and saxophone—but he confidently asserts his essential role in each song the band plays. She can’t take her eyes off him.
His toned forearms, his legs—his jeans leave little to the imagination, and Chloe can tell he takes pride in his lower half. She watches his every movement, the tiger ever-so-subtly playing the bass with his full body, clearly feeling the rhythm. His hips… She remembers to breathe and shifts her gaze upward just in time to see the tiger grin, eyes locked on her. He saw. He knows, and he wants her to know he knows.
She’s barely finished her first drink as the band winds down, ready for the DJ to take over until the next band’s set up. Having spent the last half hour in a trance, Chloe gives her head a little shake. Wow, she thinks, oh wow.
As Chloe rhythmically taps the bar counter with a fingertip, contemplating a second drink, she gasps and tenses up as a large, fuzzy hand brushes against her cheek, moving her hair aside so the tiger can get a closer look. He’d snuck up on her. He knows what he wants; not a hint of hesitation, no flinch at her reaction. She feels a throb between her thighs. He knows he’s getting it.
“Pretty little thing. You from around here?” He hooks his finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up toward him.
“N-No,” she stammers, feeling the warmth on her face as he looms over her. “I’m, um, on uh… vacation.”
He chuckles, still gently guiding her by her chin as he leads her up and away from her stool, only pulling his hand back once he’s sure she’s coming with. “Too bad, I was hoping you could give me a little tour. But hey, maybe we can do a little sight-seeing all the same.”
Up close, she could really see what he had to display. He was about half a head taller than her, not as much as she’d expected from a distance. The thick fluff poking out the top of his shirt collar, the way his biceps just barely bulge his sleeves… Before she can respond, he reaches his hand back out towards her neck and, for a brief moment, she freezes.
His finger jingling the tag on her collar—fittingly adorned with her name—brings her right back to attention. “Chloe, is it? Very nice to meet you, Chloe. Let’s spend some time together.”
She nods, timidly at first, and then enthusiastically, and then freezes and looks away, self-conscious. The tiger lets loose a low chuckle and invites his hand to her cheek, sliding his fingertips through her soft fluff. After some gentle stroking, she finds her eyes closing. He’s gentle, using just enough force that it’s neither ticklish nor painful, but right in that sweet spot, the pressure of his claws finding their way through her fur and down to her skin.
He guides her face back towards his, which is now significantly closer, his sharp eyes locked on hers, peering deep inside of her. He licks his chops. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”
Chloe catches herself panting, blanking on a reply, when she remembers! Rummaging through her bag, she pulls out her card holder and offers the tiger her card, avoiding eye contact. He looks confused a moment, then gently laughs, taking the card. He reads it over:
- I like it rough!
- Safeword: Haberdasher
- Nothing permanent
- No pain for pain’s sake
- No scat, no kids
- 3 day limit but let’s talk
- NO RELATIONSHIP!
- Pre-lubed! Have fun!
The tiger looks back at her with a look of charmed amusement and perplexed bemusement, but finds her blushing face holding confident eyes, locked on his, and a playful smile. “Hah! I like you already, miss Chloe. Rough, huh?”
His hand slowly glides its way up her face and into her thick, fluffy hair. “Wow, nice and soft. You’re a real prize, aren’t you?”
Her eyes look away from him as she relinquishes her confidence to lull back into the moment. She knows what she wants and she knows how she wants it. She’s practically begging as she watches his forearm move, his hand drifting through her soft hair. The telltale tug on her scalp before he slowly directs her by her hair to look him straight in the eye. “I can do rough.”
Chloe wonders if or how many eyes are on them right now; she hadn’t been paying attention. The music is still ignoring them, and it doesn't sound like there’d been a lull in the conversations… but she doesn't dare break his gaze to take a look. Someone might be watching. Someone might be seeing her like this. In front of the bar? Someone must be watching.
And they’re not doing anything. They can tell she wants this. Everyone can tell she wants this… she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to. She feels her cock throb and becomes acutely aware of how wet her panties are at this point. Has it dripped? Her thighs feel dry…
“I think we should head out of here. We’ve got a few gigs left in town before we head on, and I don’t wanna give folks the wrong idea about what kind of band we are. Does that sound good to you?” Chloe hesitates more than 3 seconds before he tightens his grip on her hair and helps her nod in agreement. Her face flushes, but he’s not wrong.
“Good girl. Let’s head out back and I’ll take a closer look at you.”
He releases her hair and straightens up, pulling her close with an arm before he leads her past the dance floor, down a hallway backstage. The tiger’s bandmates greet him and ogle her. “Nice catch, Tapan!”
The tiger grins and keeps on walking, leading his catch out the back of the venue. The air is crisp, but not too cold—Chloe’s just slightly underdressed, an intentional choice on her part. Tapan pulls her closer as he leads her to… past… behind a small bus parked behind the venue. “Alright, Chloe. Let’s have some fun. Take your dress off.”
Chloe tenses up, then shivers. “O-Out here?”
“Yes. I’ve seen you with the dress, now I’d like to see you without.”
“It’s a bit chilly… Is this your bus? Why not in there?”
“Because I want you to do it out here. Or should I do it for you? I can certainly do that. I’ll count to 3, and if you haven’t taken it off by then, I’ll help. One.”
Chloe shivers, her face suddenly very warm. The tiger taps his toe—3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4— “Two.”
She hesitates, and just as she lifts her hand to the strap of her dress, Tapan grabs her wrist. “Three.”
The tiger hooks a claw under the strap and, with one swift movement, snaps it in half. Chloe yelps as he grabs the top of her dress and forcefully yanks it down, exposing her breast, his hand still firmly holding her wrist. Her pierced nipple stiffens in the cool air.
Chloe looks up at Tapan, who wears a slightly smug grin and maintains eye contact, barely interested in her exposed body. “There, much better already.”
He releases the fox’s wrist just before he grabs her right where her neck meets her shoulder, hooking a claw under the other strap and making quick work of it. He displays a bit of his strength—as if he needed to—by tearing her dress the rest of the way down her chest, exposing both of her plump breasts to the night air.
Chloe shivers, gently panting. Tapan grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around before pulling her close and confidently squeezing her chest, his powerful fingers kneading and tugging. Chloe struggles ever-so-slightly against his grip for but a moment before getting lost in quiet moans, soft whines, and the occasional gasp as he tugs one of her nipple rings.
The tiger lets out a low chuckle and gently spins her back around, stepping back a bit to eye her in the chill. Chloe’s head shyly turns away as she hides her hands behind her back, slightly squirming as Tapan eyes her soft breasts, stiff nipples adorned with rings. “Very nice…”
He squats down and roughly yanks her dress to her feet, the torn fabric making this easier than it might otherwise be. Chloe shivers in the night, her gentle curves on full display. Sheer black tights cover lacy black panties, tented by her stiff cock, mostly unsheathed by now. He eyes it, still squatting, and licks his chops. “Bigger than I expected.”
Chloe can’t help but grin, looking down at Tapan just as he reaches out and runs his fingertips along it, sending a shiver up her body. He swirls against her tip, eliciting a gasp, then pulls his hand back, a string of pre briefly connecting his finger to her panties before snapping. He stands up, fingertip still slightly wet. “Open your mouth.”
She hesitates a moment, shifting in place, her arms wrapped across her tummy. She opens her mouth, just slightly at first, but then further, as if she were going to sing. His finger slips inside and she tastes her pre as it drips on her mouth. “Clean it off.”
The fox closes her mouth around Tapan’s finger and licks it thoroughly, wrapping her tongue around it and swallowing. “Good girl. Open.”
She does as she’s told, opening her mouth back up. He helps her open it a little more, pressing his finger back along her tongue before pulling out… only to slide a second in, pressing back until his hand’s against the corner of her mouth. She fights her gag reflex as he glides his fingertips against her tongue before spreading his fingers and wrapping them around her tongue, dragging across it. Her hands reach up for his arm, for a moment rejecting this attention, but she convinces them otherwise, lowering them and allowing the tiger to explore and inspect. She can’t help it—she gags as he presses his fingers back, forcing her mouth open further; he is not dissuaded, his gaze shifting from her open mouth to her eyes, just barely tearing up. Content, he grins and withdraws his hand, wet with her saliva.
Chloe coughs, her mouth free of its invader, though she wouldn’t mind if it’d stayed a bit longer… Tapan takes a step back and slowly circles around her, eyeing every inch. Chloe looks down at the ground, arms once again across her tummy as the tiger approaches her rear. Suddenly, forcefully, his hand shoves down her panties, finding a home between her plump cheeks, his finger forcefully shoving through her slick ring with minimal resistance, eliciting a surprised yelp. He grabs her snout with his other hand, holding it shut as he slides in and out of her ass.
“I bet I could fit another in there, easy,” he says before doing exactly that, stretching her hole, forcing a low moan out of her as he picks up his pace. He releases the fox’s snout. “Keep quiet now, Chloe, or I’ll have to do it for you.”
She nods and covers her mouth, gently holding her own snout shut with her hands as Tapan slides his fingers out of her, producing a muffled hum of a moan. “Good girl.”
The tiger circles back around to her front, squats, and hooks his thumbs under her waistbands before unceremoniously yanking her underthings down to join her ruined dress at her feet. He doesn’t hesitate to shove his hand between her legs, finding her hole once more, his strong fingers slamming into her, in and out, quickly achieving a steady, uptempo pace. He grins up at her face as she clenches her eyes shut, hands still on her snout as she fights her moans.
As she struggles to keep quiet, head going a bit hazy from the fingers stretching her hole—Tapan is definitely hitting her p-spot on purpose—the tiger’s nose suddenly presses against the base of her cock, his tongue gliding over her modest sack. Taken by surprise, she loses her grip on her snout and gasps before moaning aloud, “oh fuck…”
His fingers relentlessly fuck her ass as he pulls her balls into his mouth; she can feel the sides of his sharp teeth rub against her as his tongue kneads and swirls. A shiver grips her and she moans again, no longer able to control her volume.
He pulls his head back, slowly, his breath warm against her now-damp sack as her knot slips fully out of her sheath, pre dripping onto Tapan’s head. The tiger slowly slides his fingers out of her before his attention shifts to, of all things, her panties around her ankles. He effortlessly rips the sides and grabs them before standing. He mock-sighs and reminds Chloe, “I said to keep quiet, didn’t I?”
She nods, her eyes darting back and forth between his own and the torn remains of her panties in his hand.
“And you didn’t, did you?”
She squirms and shakes her head, looking away.
“Open.”
She opens her mouth slightly, but turns her head away as her face grows acutely warm. Tapan grabs her by the snout, turning her back towards him while slipping a thumb in her mouth to force it open further. He lifts the balled-up fabric scrap that once hid her body, still soaked with pre, and shoves it in her mouth. She wordlessly protests, but doesn’t physically resist beyond fruitlessly trying to turn her head away as the evening’s scents and flavors wash over her. “Look at me.”
Her mouth stuffed, Chloe opens her eyes and goes quiet as they lock on Tapan’s. “You are going to be quiet, or you are going to regret it. Clear?”
Her stomach flips and a glob of pre gushes out of her cock as it throbs. She nods, quivering as she’s forced to inhale her own scent, the tiger’s eyes piercing into her soul. “Good girl.”
Tapan squats back down and, looking up at her, grabs the flimsy black dress, already torn, and finishes his handiwork, ripping it along a seam with minimal effort. Chloe’s cock throbs, releasing another gush of pre that drips on the ground between them. He gestures for her to turn around, which she does without question. The tiger firmly grabs her wrists and pulls them behind her back, using the torn black fabric as a makeshift rope to tie her wrists together. It’s tight, but she could probably get out if she really tried—the fabric, strengthened through layering upon itself, is still pretty flimsy.
His fingers shove back into her—still just two. Chloe finds herself wishing he’d push his luck, slip one more in… and as if he’d read her mind, he skips a step, all four of his fingers shoving into her, his thumb firmly pressed between her cheeks as he explores, spreading his fingers just a bit. She barely catches a loud moan as he gently curls his fingers inside her, massaging her prostate, her throbbing cock leaking a steady stream of pre. “I bet I could fit even more in here… You’re a bonafide slut, aren’t you?”
She trembles, trying to stay on her feet as he milks her. After a muffled attempt at “yes,” she nods.
“Good. The world needs more pretty little things like you.”
The tiger pulls out just enough to hide his thumb between his fingers before jabbing in, wrist deep, stirring her insides with gentle twists of his hand.
Chloe loses it. It’s too much, and the panties were never going to stand up to the loud moan that escapes her. She gags a little bit, the now-thoroughly-soggy cloth in her mouth shifting against and around her tongue as she moans.
Tapan licks his chops and pulls out just a bit before shoving back in, then again, then again, each thrust stretching her hole and slamming her guts, forcing sloppy wet moans out of her. “Aw, you just can’t keep it down, can you?”
He gracelessly yanks his hand out of her, eliciting one more loud moan and leaving her trembling, lube spattering the ground as it drips out of her now-gaping hole. He smoothly stands back up and wraps his hand around Chloe’s neck, using the other to yank the panties out of her mouth. “When I tell you to be quiet, I mean it, girl.”
The tiger squeezes, strong fingers pressing on just the right spots to get her heart racing. His eyes pierce hers as he reminds her, “You’re mine for the night. Act like it.”
Eyes wide, Chloe silently nods as her cock throbs in the cool air. Tapan’s eyes pierce hers a moment longer before he releases her neck. “I know how to keep you quiet for a bit. Down.”
Her panting is interrupted as he grabs a firm fistful of her thick hair, guiding Chloe down to her knees in front of him. Her ass twitches, longing for something to fill it. Tapan releases her hair and unbuckles his belt. He unzips his jeans before pulling them—and his underwear—down to his knees, revealing a thick t-dick, remarkably long, above juicy folds.
Chloe stares a moment before Tapan directs her, “Let’s see what that pretty little mouth can do.”
A warmth creeps over her face as she leans in and wastes no time wrapping her mouth around his stiff clit, running her tongue along and around it, applying a little bit of suction… it’s a wonderful size, and she’s amused to hear remarkably gentle moans escape the tiger’s mouth alongside his hearty chuffs. She looks up at his face as she sucks and tongues him, and those eyes of his pierce right into hers. “That’s right, let me see those eyes.”
The fox freezes just a moment before resuming her work, interrupting his gaze only to blink. One of his big hands slips into her hair and grabs hold, pulling her face into his crotch. Chloe winces, clenching her eyes tight but staying focused on her task at hand, his juices dribbling down her chin.
Tapan starts grinding against her face, bucking slightly into her mouth, gently closing his eyes as he shudders, letting out breathy chuffs as he cums. He pants, gently pulling Chloe off of his clit by her hair. “Ohhh, good girl… We’re going to have a lot of fun, tonight.”
The tiger guides her back to her shaky feet, pulls her tights back up, and guides her into the tour bus, her hands still bound behind her as she shivers and quivers in the cool night air. It’s not much warmer in the bus, but it’s at least a bit more private. “I hope you’ve got plenty of energy, miss Chloe, because I’m nowhere near done.”