Eye of the Tiger

"Hot Shower" by Kulkum

A hot shower was just what he needed, and he wallowed in the momentary solitude. The solitude and the beat of the strong spray against his aching muscles and matted fur. It was days like this that made him question his life choices. Moving to Zootopia? Where anyone could be anything, and most mammals turned into jerks. Becoming a cop? Hard on the body, constant abuse from people who had no idea how hard police life was, having drunk mammals puke on his feet at least once a week. Joining that gym? Hard workouts with a bunch of males who were usually twice his size, strained muscles, but at least he was feeling stronger.

Something that was good, considering one of his more recently life choices: moving in with his partner, who was a tigress. A tigress who generally had a very healthy appetite for sex and happened to currently be going through ‘that time.’ He hadn’t know when they’d started their relationship that this meant that once every few months she would want to fuck him every fifteen minutes.

Not make love.

Not screw.

Not hump.

Fuck. She wanted to fuck him like he was some kind of toy. He had lost count of the number of times she’d pushed him onto his back and climbed on for a ride. Even when he had been cooking breakfast! Thankfully, he had managed to turn off the stove before she’d dragged him to the counter and bent herself over it. Okay, maybe she wasn’t the only one doing the fucking. But it was hard to resist a female like her when she really, really wanted the knot! And the fact that she managed to express her appreciation for exactly how different – and huge – it was? Well, who was he to disappoint her?

But a break was good, now and then. Or at least once a day, even knowing that it wouldn’t last long. Releasing a pleased sigh as he turned off the water and reached for a towel to wrap around his hips. Maybe he would have enough time to have a cold beer before…

“This is where you’ve been hiding,” came the sensually charged, breathy purr from behind him.

Ah, fuck me.

“Hey, baby!” he said, trying to keep the slightly manic tone out of his voice when Fangmeyer, who was even more naked than he was right then, closed the distance between them. “I was just, you know, cleaning up a bit. A quick shower and then I was thinking…”

“Oh, I know what you were thinking,” she said, her larger form pressing against his back. He could swear he actually felt the heat coming from her sex as she gave one long, lusty grind of her hips when his tail slipped between them. “You were thinking about all the way we’re going mate for the rest of the weekend, weren’t you?”

“Heh,” he muttered as her paws slid over his wet chest, claws sliding into his fur as she nibbled on the tip of one high ear. “Yeah, that must be it.”

He was more than a little surprised when he felt a paw wrap around his cock. Not the fact that she just grabbed it, but the fact that the damned thing was as hard as rock and throbbing as she easily fanned her clawed fingertips over the tapered head. This caused him to groan, pleasure causing his hips to pump forward once even as he looked down at the offending length of crimson arousal.

Traitor.

“Now,” she said, her purrs deepening as she used one paw to turn him to face her, and then lowered herself to her knees in front of him. And, damn it, the way she nuzzled the underside of his cock with her tail lashing behind that fine ass of hers, what fool would complain? “How about you give your partner her breakfast before we get back to bed?”

Also I included a sketch version that I abandoned for this one along with the other files