Traditions (Patreon)

As a member of the deer community, Task was a fan of Christmas. If you had any of the following; antlers, hooves, or a raindrop tail, it was your civic duty to advocate for and enjoy the green, red, white, and Coca-Cola-dominated holiday season. And Task took his civic duties very, very seriously. Plus, there was nothing better than waking up on a snowy morning and gathering around the Christmas tree with your loved ones to open presents and sip on the fancy Belgian hot chocolate you’ve been saving for a special occasion. Or eggnog, if day drinking was more your style. Day drinking isn’t a sign of alcoholism if it’s done during the holidays, or on days ending in ‘y’ if you’re Irish.

Task was lying on the bed with his girlfriend Alex one snowy spring afternoon, they had been cuddling and napping together for what seemed like the first time in months. The tigress had a hectic work schedule that had her entangled in long hours of overtime, which then ate into the time that she usually allotted for other things like side jobs and passion projects. The deer worked odd hours, too, but that was mostly because he was a night owl. He found it a lot easier to focus at night when things quieted down, and the only noise that leaked in from the outside were crickets or the occasional police cruiser speeding after someone trying to drive off from a DUI charge. The latter didn’t happen a lot, but it happened often enough that if Task had a dollar for every time that it did, he’d be able to buy a burger meal from his favorite burger joint, Shake Shack. If only there was one that wasn’t a four-hour drive away.

The deer enjoyed hugging his girlfriend from behind and burying his nose in her hair. The smell of the tigress’s hair, shampooed or not, always comforted him. It made all the angry thoughts induced by playing difficult video games and unreasonable clients and commissioners melt away in an instant. He took in long and deep breaths through his nose to take in the smell of her strawberry shampoo mixed in with the sweat that had accumulated from them spending the past few hours napping with their bodies pressed together like utensils in a kitchen drawer. After a nap that teetered the line between a nap and a full-on sleep at five hours, the deer and his tiger girlfriend lay awake in silence as he kissed the nape of her neck and brushed his black rubbery nose against her orange fur.

Alex was purring and chuffing loudly as her responsibilities and deadlines melted away for a moment and she lay there enjoying her boyfriend’s affection. Her happy cat noises were loud enough to drown out the unruly neighbors arguing over a misplaced block of Velveeta cheese. Every couple of seconds, the predator-prey couple would overhear some dramatic speech about how a block of cheese was not physically able to grow legs and run away on its own or something in a similar vein, which had the both of them giggling like the Joker and Harley Quinn after capturing the elusive Batman.

“I don’t know, Task. I for one am glad we don’t use Velveeta; I don’t know what I would do if my cheese got up and ran away.” Alex said with a giggle into the pillow that her head was half sunken into.

Task, who was a fan of Velveeta, chuckled but came to its defense. “Hey, we do use Velveeta. My mac’n cheese that you can’t get enough of? Boom. Velveeta.” The deer let out a hearty chuckle that vibrated his chest and stomach. He tightened his arms that he had wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist and pressed his nose firmer against the back of her neck. He took in another deep breath through his nose and let out a content sigh as the scent of tiger filled his lungs. “I find it surprising that you, a tiger, would prefer not to chase your food.” He continued.

Alex continued to purr as her boyfriend nuzzled her. She let out her own meaty chuckle that had her butt wiggling ever so slightly against her boyfriend’s groin. Not enough to get his dick hard, but enough for it to become noticeable and for the deer to become cautious about where his dick would poke and prod if it did get hard. He quickly glanced down at the area in question before he resumed nuzzling and sniffing happily.

“I can’t believe you’ve not been using the finest of European cheese for your famous mac’n cheese. I feel defrauded.” Alex said in a mock tone of distraught and put a hand against her chest. She was only able to keep it up for a handful of seconds before she chuckled again and turned her head over her shoulder to brush her nose and cheek against the deer’s sniffer.

“My apologies, Miss Marx, I forget you’re a spoiled diva who has toured the planet… Excuse my Americanized pronunciation, I believe it’s actually pronounced Vel-leh-vee-tah.” Task put on his best Italian accent and even took one arm from his embrace around Alex to add a little oregano and parsley to his words using hand gestures.

Alex burst out into a cackle and snorted in between her fits of laughter. Her boyfriend’s Italian accent wasn’t off, in fact, it was spot-on, but the juxtaposition from hearing him speak with a perfect midwestern American cadence to the Italian man who runs the dirtiest, cheapest, yet best-tasting pizza joint in town was too much for her to handle. The scruffy mustache that he had over his upper lip didn’t help, either. For about ten seconds, as the tigress laughed her ass further against the deer’s loose sports shorts, she wondered if he was really secretly an Italian sleeper agent who had just been activated. Once her cackling and snorting calmed down, she let out a sigh and turned her head over her shoulder again. This time, she pecked her boyfriend on the nose before she turned around to face him completely and looked him directly in his olive-green eyes.

“You’re such an idiot. A funny, handsome, Italian idiot,” Alex purred.

“Whhaaaaattta... You-a-no like ma accente?” Task continued to talk in his surprisingly good Italian accent and he planned to do so for a while since it got the tigress to laugh and smile so much. But his Italian Job came to a grinding halt when Alex looped her arms over his shoulders and pulled his face toward hers for a kiss.

‘Smch.’

Their lips locked, tongues touched, and Task’s scruffy facial fuzz combed through Alex’s fur like a fine bristle brush. He always worried that his fuzzy lip would tickle her or make her uncomfortable, but the tigress never complained. Even when he trimmed it a little bit and clumsily made his fur a tiny bit pricklier, the tiger was eager to kiss him and suck on his face. Task wasn’t going to complain – he liked kissing her, too.

Task closed his eyes as the simple kiss with his girl turned into a slightly heated make-out session. His hands which were on her stomach when they were spooning were now resting comfortably at the base of her long stripey tail, just above the little loop and button in her dolphin shorts for said tail. He slowly slid his feelers down south and stopped once the fingers on both of his hands morphed to the curvature of the tigress’s cheeks. He gave her ass a firm squeeze as his tongue explored her mouth. His dick slowly hardened in his boxers as he enjoyed every inch of his girlfriend’s body that he could. When the kiss broke a minute later, he stared into Alex’s big green eyes like they were stars in the sky and smiled soft and wide as his long ears lowered to stick out from his head like oars on a rowboat.

Alex licked her lips to lap up the leftover mix of their saliva after the kiss broke and stared into her boyfriend’s eyes, too. When she saw his ears lower like a drawbridge after a ship passed through, her smile widened so much that all of her super sharp and dangerous teeth showed. The two lovebirds stared at each other for what seemed like just a tiny amount of time, but in reality, it was close to two minutes of silence before the deer said something that seemed a smidge unrelated.

“What’s your favorite holiday?” Task asked his girlfriend. The smile on his face grew a little wider to the point that he was almost literally smiling ear-to-ear.

Alex, confused by the surprise quiz on a completely unrelated subject matter, raised her eyebrows at him and tilted her head slightly to one side. “Huh? What? We’re making out and that’s what you’re thinking about?” The tigress let out a soft chuckle before she went silent and pondered over the different holidays in a year.

After half a minute of thought, the tigress spoke. “I know yours is Christmas, which is very fitting for a deer… But… I don’t think I really have a favorite holiday, they’re days off where I can rest, and I love them all equally.”

Task listened to his girlfriend as she explained to him that she did not discriminate when it came to holidays. Immediately, he shook his head and let out a sound that the tigress usually only heard from her parents when she did something wrong as a child.

“Tsk. Nope, out of here with that cop-out answer, Alex. You have to have ONE holiday that you cherish above the rest, one that you decorate for, plan dinner parties around, or change your Discord profile picture for.”

“I change my Discord profile picture for Halloween,” Alex replied with a cute smile. Her answer would have fooled someone who didn’t know her too well. But Task, her boyfriend, knew her a lot better than most. He shook his head and chuckled.

“But you hate Halloween because it makes people forget that it is your birthday,” he replied, leaning his head forward a little to plant a smooch on her forehead right after.

“People do forget! Everyone is so worried about what to wear and how to be scary that nobody worries about Alex’s birthday party that they all forgot to attend.” Alex whined. There was a strong aura of hurt behind her words. Even though it happened years ago, when the tigress was young enough that her birthday party was THE thing that she looked forward to that year, she still wasn’t really over it.

Task wanted to chuckle, but he also didn’t. Alex’s frustration over her friendless birthday party was valid, but the way that she worded it was humorous. He leaned in and smooched her right between her thick eyebrows again and tightened the grip his hands had on her ass. “Well, you know what, I wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday party, if we were childhood friends. And I never will now, either. My little demon-spawn, you.” He joked.

“WOW. So, I am a DEMON SPAWN now.” Alex rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and playfully dug her claws into his back. Task let out a bleat when he felt the tigress’s razor-sharp claws press gently into his back and began to panic internally, thinking that he upset her, but when he saw the smug smile on her face, he turned the panic dial in his brain back down. He removed his right hand from her rear and scratched the back of his head with it.

“I think anyone who doesn’t say Christmas is their favorite holiday is hellspawn,” the deer cackled mischievously. “I mean, c’mon, how can you say no to presents, snow, eggnog, and peppermint hot chocolate? Plus, all the fun stuff that you can do with mistletoes.” Task stopped scratching the back of his head, put his hand back on Alex’s ass, and waggled his eyebrows at her teasingly.

“Alright, fine, fine, Christmas is my favorite holiday. You know how much I love snow, and that’s the only holiday with snow, so it wins.” Alex chuckled and put her head on her boyfriend’s bare chest. She continued to purr as she rubbed the side of her face into him like a needy cat that hadn’t seen its best friend in forever. As she rubbed her cheek all over the deer’s chest and pecs, a crucial question popped into her head that she needed to ask him right away.

“Do people really kiss under mistletoes? Or is that like, something that was popularized by a movie.” Alex’s brows furrowed and she stopped rubbing her cheek into her boyfriend’s chest as the question she had just asked echoed inside her own head.

Task enjoyed Alex’s feline methods of showing affection; he cherished every lick, rub, and knead that she gave him like it was worth more than gold. He found them strange when they first started dating, but eventually, he got used to them and became a connoisseur of the cat ways of showing love. No matter how he was feeling on any given day, something as simple as a little cat noise from the tiger dropping something and startling herself in the kitchen was enough to make him beam a smile brighter than a lighthouse guiding ships through dark and unruly seas. He lay there, his hands stuck to her rear like super glue and closed his eyes as the feeling of her cheek brushing against his chest soothed him.  

When she asked her question, he chuckled, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “Nah, it’s actually a tradition that comes from an old ritual a long time ago. From Celtic Druids in what is now Ireland and Scotland. The Ritual of Oak and Mistletoe, it was called. The mistletoe represented fertility.” After he answered, he let out a happy sigh as his history buff side came out and fulfilled its quota of loreytelling for the day. But after just a few short seconds, he opened his eyes, furrowed his brow, and pursed his lips. The deer then took in a deep breath and continued; “But also, it comes from Norse culture, where the mistletoe is considered a sign of love and peace. The goddess Figg, lost her son Baldur to an arrow made of mistletoe. After his death, she made a vow that the people are to be kissed when they passed under a mistletoe, so long as it was never used as a weapon again.”

Task had a big smile on his face by the time he was done, but when he looked at Alex, he was almost certain that she wasn’t able to pick up on any of what he had just said. He let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Aaaaaaah, I’m rambling about history and all this nerdy stuff again, aren’t I? Sorry. But to answer your question, no, it is not from a movie, it is very real, and my family took it very seriously when I was growing up.”

When the deer began apologizing for geeking out about the history of one of many Christmas traditions, Alex quickly shook her head. “Noooo, I love it when you explain stuff. It makes me smarter, and then I can use the knowledge I learn from you to take over the world.” The tigress grinned and giggled. “I like having a hot and nerdy boyfriend. It’s like I have the best of both worlds. It’s like you’re on the captain of the football team and the debate team at the same time.” The tiger bit her lip once she ended her sentence and pulled herself about an inch closer to the deer so that her body was practically squished against his. Task felt his girlfriend’s tits press against his chest and her thigh graze over his boxers. He tried his best to not get aroused, but he couldn’t help what his dick did; most of the time that thing had a mind of its own. It didn’t help that he could see straight down Alex’s loose tank top and see that she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

“Don’t forget, cheerleader, too.” Task added with a coy smile as he tried to not get a boner during their very important conversation. But to stop his boner, he’d either have to put his dick in cold water or stop his heart from continuously pumping blood to it; without the means to do any of those things, he lay there and just hoped to God that his dick didn’t slide up against her thigh.

“Ah, right, yes, the best cheerleader there ever was,” the tigress cooed. “But since your family took the mistletoe tradition VERY seriously, does that mean you kissed your brothers and sisters?” Alex raised her brow suspiciously at her boyfriend and tilted her head to the side to further sell the look.

Task realized how his words sounded just a little bit after he said them and he tried to defend himself when he saw the look of suspicion on the striped cat's face. “NO. I KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDS, ALEX. WE KISSED EACH OTHER ON THE CHEEK. THERE WAS NO INCEST IN OUR HOUSEHOLD.” The hooved boy panicked and got a little flustered. His reaction to Alex’s accusation got a good chuckle out of her and she brought her face directly in front of his and gave his cute deer nose a kiss and a gentle nibble.

“I’m only kidding, Task. I know you only kiss me with those scruffy lips. I’d be super jealous if you were kissing someone else with them, too.” Alex brought a hand up to gently rub the deer’s right ear.

Task’s ear flickered to Alex’s touch and he gave her a big smile. “I’m from Pennsylvania, Alex, not Alabama. These lips are yours and yours only.” He let out a good cackle at his own joke and planted another smooch on the tigress’s forehead. After he smooched her, he pulled back, let go of one of her buttocks, and brought a hand to brush his fingers through her hair. “Did your family have any Christmas traditions?” he asked and raised his right eyebrow curiously.

Alex’s lips pushed into her left cheek as she thought back to her own family’s Christmas traditions. Her gaze left her boyfriend briefly as her eyes darted upward as if to roll back into her head to physically look through the memories in her brain. After three seconds of pondering with a loud “Hmmm…” the tigress’s gaze returned to the deer and a lightbulb lit up in her head.

“My mom and I used to make these absolutely delicious cookies that she convinced me were only a thing during Christmastime.” Alex paused as she scoured her brain for what her mother called the cookies. It took her a few seconds, but she got there eventually. “Oh! Speculoos fudge cookies!”

The confusion on Task’s face came swiftly – he furrowed his brow, scrunched his nose in that cute way he only did whenever he smelled something bad or was confused, and turned his head just a few degrees to the left to make his confused stare just that more intense. “Speculoos?” he asked.

“I think it’s called Biscoff in yee here lightning bug parts,” Alex chuckled. “Anyway, my mom and I would bake them every Christmas. They are so good and tasty that I always wanted them. My mother, bless her heart, had to convince me that they couldn’t be made during any other time other than Christmas just so that I wouldn’t eat the entire world’s supply of Biscoff spread.”

“Man, they must be really good cookies, then.” Task said with a smile as he listened to his girlfriend fawn over the cookies she used to bake with her mom. The more she spoke about them, the more he thought about how they would taste. He’d had the small Biscoff cookies that they handed out on flights before, but adding fudge into the mix? He could only imagine how exquisite they would be. And imagine he did.

“Why have you never made any for me?” the deer raised his brow at Alex before he put on a pout that was Leonardo DiCaprio level of convincing.

Alex, fast and witty as ever, hit back with a question and a pout of her own. She was no Maryl Streep, but she was convincing in her own right. “And why haven’t we kissed under a mistletoe?” Alex added a quivering lip, too, which was the move that had her outclassing her boyfriend’s pout by about tenfold.

‘Shit.’ Task thought to himself before he said the same thing out loud.

“Shit, you’re right,” he chuckled.

Before Task could say anything else, a cute squeak of excitement came from Alex, which made him raise his eyebrows at her. “Huh?” he said as he gave his suddenly excited tigress girlfriend a confused look. The hand that he had brushing her hair came to a stop and the hand that he had securely gripped onto her booty loosened just a smidge just in case his hands were the culprit to the sound that she had just made.

“I have an idea,” Alex said with a smile that stretched from ear to ear, the kind that would have scared away someone who wasn’t a fan of big, sharp, and dangerous teeth.

But like the Joker to her Harley Quinn, Task wasn’t scared of a little bit of a wild smile and he indulged in her a bit.

“I’m listening.”

When Alex told her what she had in mind, Task smiled, too.

“Deal,” he said. His smile grew wider as he stared at his girlfriend as she hopped out of bed and zoomed out of his bedroom. The way his lips curled was admittedly even more sinister than hers, which was no small feat with his herbivore teeth. Once Alex was nowhere to be seen, Task glanced down at his boxers, which had a sizeable tent in them from his erect dick, and shook his head. “You’d better hope we find a mistletoe.” He said to his dick, which throbbed in response as if it was able to hear him.

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One of Task’s most vivid memories from his childhood was the first time his parents took him to the mall. They mainly went there to shop for clothes and toys, but on the way to the Toys R Us they’d always walk by a Cinnabon, and oh boy did that cinnamon smell make him want baked goods every time he smelled it. Neither he, nor his mom could resist, and they ended up with sticky, cinnamon syrup-covered fingers before they were anywhere near the world's joy store.

As the house filled up with the gingery and cinnamon-y smell of Biscoff, Task was momentarily taken back to that mall and had the biggest smile on his face as he tied a red ribbon around the small mistletoe branch that he had plucked from one of the trees in the backyard that just so happened to have one on it. Two bunny ears, a loop, and a tight pull on both ends of the ribbon later, Task had his festive mistletoe, ready to be hung up. He held it up by the ribbon and brought it up to his face to inspect it before he snickered, lowered it back down, and looked to the hallway outside the open door to his bedroom where the irresistible smell of baked goods was coming from.

“Alex! Can you come here for a minute?”

Alex was busy turning flour, sugar, eggs, and crunchy Biscoff spread into the best and tastiest cookies imaginable. Armed with a bright red KitchenAid stand mixer, cookie cutters, and a rolling pin that she held like a baseball bat. She was determined to make those cookies taste great or beat the living shit out of them until they did. The tigress had her pink “Make Me Cream” apron on over her tank top and dolphin shorts, and by some miracle, the streaks of flour missed every bit of her apron, but her face, hands, and arms were coated in white like she was one of Griselda Blanco’s cocaine packers.

The tigress’s cherry red Ferrari of a kitchen appliance whirred as it beat the flour, eggs, milk, and Biscoff spread into one homogenous mixture. While the machine did its thing, Alex turned her attention to the oven on the wall, rotated the temperature knob up to 180 degrees, pulled out a baking tray, lined it with baking sheets, and poured her Biscoff fudge into a piping bag. After the stand mixer kneaded the dough to perfection, Alex rolled it out and cut them into reasonably sized balls. She then placed the raw cookie dough balls down onto the tray and used the piping bag to stuff the center of the cookies with fudge. Once the cookies were practically oozing with fudge, Alex picked up the tray, pitter-pattered her way over to the oven, and put the cookies inside it. After she slammed the oven door shut with her hip, she set the oven’s built-in timer for 30 minutes, and stood in front of it with her hands on her hips and her eyes locked on the raw cookies that sat behind the heat-resistant tempered glass.

Slowly, but surely, the dough started reacting to the heat – they bubbled slightly and started expanding. The smell fumigated through the house not too long after. Not too long after that, Alex heard her name being shouted from upstairs.

 “Alex! Can you come here for a minute?”

The tigress’s ears flickered and she turned in the direction of her boyfriend’s voice. She glanced back at the timer on the oven and realized that she had plenty of time to spare. With a happy cat noise, the tigress dusted the flour from her fur and made her way back to the bedroom where she had last seen her boyfriend. “Coming!” she shouted back.

It took only 15 seconds for Alex to make her way from the kitchen downstairs back to Task’s room on the second floor. Her feet thumped against the wooden stairs and loudly announced her imminent arrival. After she made it up the stairs and through the hallway, Alex turned to her right and stepped through the door to the deer’s bedroom that was still open from when she ran out to start her cookie-creating. As her leg went through the door, she spotted the deer sitting on the bed with something dangling from his fingers. It took her a few seconds to realize that the deer was naked, too. Once that hit her, the tigress froze in place and stared at her boyfriend and his dick that stood tall in between his legs.

Task sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread wide – nude as the day he was born. His dick was hard, his fat balls nestled right underneath his pole, and his foreskin was partially rolled back to expose his shiny pink glans. A soft redness slowly appeared under his eyes as he scratched his thick pubes with one hand and dangled something green and leafy from the other. He sat there in silence and let his girlfriend stare for 30 whole seconds before he broke the silence.

“Ta-da.” The deer said with a chuckle as he pulled his left leg up onto the bed to give his elbow a place to rest as he held his handmade mistletoe ornament in front of him. “Mistletoe made.” Task smiled proudly as he presented it to the tigress, completely ignoring the fact that he was now naked, with his dick standing at attention like an army recruit at a boot camp.

Alex stared at her boyfriend with such disrespect that she felt like she was committing misandry. She eyed him like a piece of meat and eyed his piece of meat like she hadn’t seen it in forever. The truth was, it hadn’t been forever since she saw his dick, in fact, she last saw it earlier that day when they showered together in the morning, but it had been a hot minute since she got a good eyeful of his disco stick and disco balls without any soap or shampoo obstructing her view. The tigress had been busy with her work and was unwittingly neglecting a very important part of her boyfriend. So much so, that she hadn’t even realized how much thicker his pubes had grown.

With a soft bite to her lip, Alex shook herself out of her momentary freeze and continued her walk into the bedroom. It took seven steps for her to reach the bed where her boyfriend was, and once she reached him, she crouched down to get a closer look at the mistletoe just to see what the fuss around it was all about.

With a furrowed brow as she got closer and closer to her boyfriend and the peculiar piece of shrubbery that he hung from his hand like a Cirque du Soleil performer, Alex pretended that the deer wasn’t buck naked, too. But the closer she got to him, the more she saw of his hot naked body, and the more her cute pink kitty cat nose picked up on the unmistakable musk that radiated off of his junk like the vapor from wet socks left to dry on a radiator. Her boyfriend stunk, but he stunk good. A mixture of sweat and the softest hint of the deer’s soap that he had used during his shower, however many hours ago that was. Outside of the musk that came from his sweat hotspots like his armpits, inner thighs, and hooves, there was also another smell that the tigress was able to single out – a smell that bested all the rest.

Dick stink.

Dick stink was a scent that was hard to recreate without a dick. It was a cocktail of pee that contrary to popular belief, the shake method didn’t fully get rid of, sweat that built up in thick pubes and on the balls, and sometimes a bit of leftover pre or cum from a goon session or a wet dream. The smell of a dick was unique to the person it belonged to, but generally followed a scent pattern that was instantly recognizable.

The ‘stink’ part of the term never made much sense to Alex – it didn’t really stink to her. Although she disagreed with the noun, she also kind of liked it; it made her feel dirty whenever she heard or said it out loud. She liked being a little dirty, it turned her on more than it really should.

Task’s dick stink hit Alex’s nose not too long after she crouched down in front of him, and while she would have liked to keep up the appearance that she hadn’t at all noticed that he was stripped down to the fur on his balls, the tiny particles of smell latched right onto her scent receptors and started working their magic. Her nose wiggled and danced and her knees did the same as the aroma that rose from her boyfriend’s schlong became all too hard to ignore. As she fell onto her knees in front of Task, she brought her face within inches of his deer dick and looked up at the mistletoe in his hand.

She quickly started to struggle with pretending that her boyfriend had clothes on. The further she closed the gap between her nose and his junk; the more difficult it became. His scent was like a drug to her – like weed to a Californian pothead, or cocaine to a Saturday Night Live writer in the 80s. She couldn’t get enough and just kept sniffing and sniffing, going from small incognito sniffs to loud, heavy, slightly moan-y ones in just a handful of seconds.

Task wasn’t at all oblivious to his girlfriend’s obsession with scents – once she asked if she could sniff his balls enough times, he was able to put two and two together. The deer considered himself a mostly vanilla guy, but with the tigress constantly adding sugar, spice, and everything nice into the mix, it was hard to stay that way. The deer felt like his girlfriend gave him a new sexual interest on the daily, and while the daily part was probably a bit of an exaggeration, the tigress showed him new and fun things so often that he had acquired a secondary vocabulary dedicated exclusively to what the tigress called certain sex things. The hoofed hunk watched as his girlfriend sniffed her way closer and closer to his dick with a smug smirk that crept into the left side of his cheek. The more he watched her sniff, the more his dick twitched and throbbed. Once Alex got close enough to his junk that he could feel her breath, he wiggled the mistletoe that he held directly above his schlong. He wanted to say something sexy or cool like a James Bond one-liner of sorts, but with all the lore and history of the mistletoe on his mind, what he blurted out wasn’t something a man working in espionage would say but more akin to what a very knowledgeable librarian would.

But hey, librarians could be sexy, too.

“If a lady refuses a kiss under a mistletoe, she is to have eternal bad luck.” Task said in a tone that was so cocky that he almost out-cocked the one that was between his legs.

Alex was a big fan of her boyfriend’s big, veiny, and throbbing brain. The way he was practically bursting with knowledge about any and everything was incredibly sexy. She could listen to him lecture her about anything for hours on end. Even if he sat her down and put her through a retelling of the holocaust, she’d still probably want to kiss him and ride him by the end of it. Intelligence was sexy, and right now, her stinky, sexy, librarian was about to have his dick kissed like never before.

She was a big fan of his big, veiny, and throbbing dick, too, obviously.

“Traditionally, it’s rednose deer that you want to kiss for the most amount of luck. I don’t even have a red nose…” Task paused when he realized he wasn’t one of the RGB deer. He glanced down at his dick, then at the tiger who was on her knees sniffing it and looking up at him, and shrugged his shoulders. “But I ain’t complaining,” he chuckled.

The tigress’s breath blew over the deer’s dick and balls like she was a little sabertoothed leaf blower. Task’s long crotch fuzz blew around like tall grass in a savanna and his spunk-filled orbs tucked upward each time her warm breath tickled them. He slowly started to lose focus –after just a couple more breaths, he had completely forgotten what he was talking about. And once Alex’s nose came close enough to bump into his fleshy rod, he lowered his left hoof back onto the floor.

“Hooh.” Task let out a huff as he felt the tiger’s wet nose press against his dick. He’d felt the scent fiend’s nose against his reproductive bits countless times before, but every single time felt like the first. Her nose touched right under his tip, where his retracted foreskin had rolled to, and the tigress dragged it up, down, and all over his mushroom tip. The tigress took in deep and hefty breaths through her nose. She closed her eyes as she huffed that dick stink straight from the source, from where it was most potent. It didn’t take long for her breath to go just a little shaky with each exhale out from her mouth.

As Alex huffed her boyfriend’s dick like it was a stick of glue, she started to take off her clothes. She pulled the string on her apron first but left it on as she shimmied her way out of her dolphin shorts. Once she was free of her bottoms, she pulled her face away from her boyfriend’s cock for just long enough to take her apron off from her neck and peel her loose tank top that was underneath it up and over her head. Alex wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath her clothes since it was a stay-at-home day, so with her apron, tank top, and dolphin shorts off, she was fully naked. Her supple breasts jiggled as she threw her clothes off to the side and jiggled even more as she placed her hands on Task’s thighs, forced them apart to make some more room for her, and leaned her head in toward the deer’s dick that stuck out from his spread legs like a draw bridge being lowered from the castle of Task.

Task could only stare at Alex’s tits for so long, as the closer she brought her cute face to his cock, the less of her tiger tatas he could see. Not that he had anything to complain about; seeing his girlfriend’s face inch closer and closer to his cock had that little fucker twitching and throbbing so much that when Alex actually got close enough to graze her lips against his shiny rod, she had a little bit of trouble latching onto it to give it a kiss.

The deer’s dick bounced up and down like a kangaroo that had escaped the Australian outback to terrorize the family of a toddler having a birthday party by chugging the entire bowl of fruit punch and occupying the bouncy castle. Alex tried to catch his dick with her nose and chin but ended up getting whacked by the deer’s rod during both attempts. She was finally able to catch his dick after she focused on its movement pattern for a few seconds and lunged herself forward right as his dick came back up from its downward movement. With her mouth slightly open, the tip of Task’s dick found itself in Alex’s mouth, right in between her big, sharp, and admittedly (sometimes) slightly scary fangs. Alex had to suck in air like a little vacuum when she leaned in to catch his dick with her mouth, too, just to ensure it wouldn’t slip free from her lips once it made contact.

‘Slp.’

The sudden warmth that spread to Task’s dick and the slight suction that he felt on it came so suddenly that the deer had no time to mentally or physically brace for it. It was like he stuck his dick into a soft, wet, and warm bowl of pudding if a bowl of pudding was able to blow soft breaths over the length of his dick and flick its tongue over his tip. Not that he had any experience doing anything like that to pudding – Task wasn’t particularly interested in using food for sexy time.

While the tiger’s lips had stopped her boyfriend’s dick from bouncing up and down, it made his throbbing more intense. The muscles in his dick tensed and flexed all on their own as he did his best not to thrust his hips forward and push his dick into the new warm and wet hole that it had found. Task’s thighs started to wobble and he tried to close his legs together – but his thighs were no match for the tigress’s hands. Her fingers spread out over his meaty venison legs and her arms tensed up just a little bit to stop him from shutting them. Task’s involuntary bodily response tried to get him to put all his might into squeezing his thighs shut and he squirmed as he did, but Alex’s grip on his thighs got tighter, and weirdly the suction from her mouth did too. But the look on the tigress’s face was still completely unchanged – innocent, smiley, and just a tiny bit blushy. That tiger strength was no joke; and even though he knew he couldn’t overpower her; he still did like to try.

“Hhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhh.” Task let out a breathy moan as the warmth from Alex’s mouth continued to spread on and around the tip of his tool. His breathing was all over the place and the longer he looked at his girlfriend with his dick in her mouth, the shakier it became. He did his best to take in slow and deep breaths to try and calm himself, and after the longest 30 seconds of his life, he let out a relaxed sigh, placed one hand on the bed, and leaned back on that hand to get more comfortable.

Alex looked so cute with the deer’s dick in her mouth, and while Task didn’t mind staring at her while she looked up at him like a cat bringing her owner her favorite toy, he was fairly certain that what she had just done, did not legally fit the definition of a kiss. Tradition was tradition, and if you stray from tradition what are you but uncultured swine?

“I don’t think that counts as a kiss, Alex.” Task said with a smug smile and wiggled the mistletoe that he was still holding above his dick. The tiny bundle of poisonous green swished above Alex and the dick that was barely in her mouth.

‘Shfshfshf.’

Alex raised a singular eyebrow at her boyfriend when he said that what she was doing didn’t meet the criteria of a kiss. Her false-eye ears flickered at the sound of him shaking the mistletoe at her and her single raised eyebrow quickly turned into two furrowed ones. With a little bit of a grumble, she pulled his dick out from her mouth, pressed her nose against it, and took in a couple good whiffs. A short grumble and mumble later, once she was somewhat satisfied with her dick sniffing, she pulled away from her boyfriend’s cock, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked the deer directly in the eye. She maintained eye contact with the deer as she pressed her slightly puckered lips against the tip of his dick and gave it a proper kiss. She even made sure to make it audible, too.

‘Smch.’

Once her lips made contact with the tip of Task’s cock, it throbbed and shifted slightly to prod at her nose. Alex was quick to course-correct to keep her lips perfectly sealed against the slit at the very tip where a tiny glob of clear precum had leaked out from and pooled up just enough for it to be noticeable. Task’s precum was salty and sweet, it reminded Alex a little bit of salted caramel. She had no idea what the deer did to make both his precum and actual cum taste so good as she never once saw him eating pineapple, but whatever it was he was adding to his diet to make his genital fluids so delicious and addictive, it was working.

Alex started purring as the taste of her boyfriend’s arousal tickled her taste buds. The rumbling kitty cat vibrations added another layer of pleasure to the dick kiss. Another moan escaped the deer’s lips, “Aaaaah,” after which a satisfied smile spread on his face.

“That’s more like it,” Task said through his happy smile and let out a big sigh as his dick continued to twitch and throb as if begging him to thrust his hips just a little. He lowered the hand that he had the mistletoe in, placed it palm-down on the mattress, and leaned back on his hands just enough to get a complete view of the tigress on her knees – from head to tush.

Alex kept her lips sealed against the tip of Task’s spear for about a minute before she pulled away. She smacked her lips a few times as the sweet and salty taste of the deer’s dick lingered on them and looked up at her boyfriend with wide and hopeful eyes and a waving tail. “Did I do that right?” she asked with a cute little smile that had her lips pursing into a horizontal number three. (:3)

“Mhm, now you will not be cursed with eternal misfortune,” the deer closed his eyes and chuckled. His dick bounced up and down in sync with his laughter and without the tigress’s lips to hold it in place, it brushed over her muzzle from chin to nose. The deer let out a sigh after his chuckling died down, but before he was able to open his eyes, he felt the tigress’s hands move away from his thighs and cup around his balls. He opened his eyes slowly just in time to catch the tigress lifting his heavy nutsack up to her nose for a sniff.

Alex, despite her tiger strength allowing her to easily rip a door off of its hinges if she wanted to, was always incredibly delicate with her boyfriend’s reproductive orbs. She was a pro when it came to handling balls, not only on the court but also in the bedroom. She cupped her hands around the deer’s brown and fuzzy balls like she would water out of a desert oasis and brought them to her muzzle in a similar fashion, too. Her nose wiggled and danced wildly the closer she brought them to it, before finally, her sniffer pressed right into the deer’s scrotum and she inhaled his musk at its thickest and most potent spot – right at the ball sweat factory. Her sniffing was so loud that Task braced for her to sneeze from all the ball fuzz she took in, but it never came. She breathed his stink in and out, her nose as clear as it would have been if she ate a giant serving of wasabi. She knew what she was doing, sneezing while huffing on your partner’s balls was a rookie mistake, and Alex didn’t make those.

The scent of sweaty balls was distinct and differentiated itself from the smell of dick in a few ways. The distinct lack of pee and or cum smell was one of them – and generally, balls smelled a little stronger of sweat and pheromones than a dick did. But just like the smell of dick, the smell of balls smelled good to Alex. If there was a perfume or an air freshener based on the smell of balls, Alex would spray her entire house with it. So what if her house ended up smelling like a guy’s locker room? Grab a pen and circle what you think is wrong with that sentence and Alex will tell you exactly how you are incorrect, complete with a lisp when she says “Actually.”

“Hhhhhhhnnnyaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” After a handful of deep sniffs of her deer boyfriend’s musk, Alex let out a big moany sigh. The fur on her shoulders stood up and she shivered visibly as she let all the air out of her lungs. A red blush appeared over the bridge of her muzzle and she closed her eyes as she took in another whiff of her boyfriend’s ball sweat.

Task couldn’t help himself. As the tigress sniff-snorfed all over his balls, he watched her with a smile spread on his face. Each time she took in a huff of his balls so deep that the fur and flesh of his nutsack stuck to her nostrils, he let out a moan through a lip bite. Having someone enjoy your scent so much that they were willing to stick their nose right against you for a hit was flattering enough already. What was even more flattering was the first time Alex asked Task not to shower before they were about to fuck. It was a simple request from the tiger, one that he could tell she had been meaning to ask him for but was reluctant out of either fear of judgment or embarrassment. The way she twiddled with her thumbs as she asked him not to soap his dick and balls was cute, too. He had a little musk slut for a girlfriend and he wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way.

“Hooooh, good thing I hopped right into bed after my workout, huh?” Task let out a dry chuckle as a red-hot blush spread under his eyes. He felt his heart race and thump in his chest as it pumped blood straight from its valves to his dick. Alex’s breath was warm, and his balls being balls, they liked warm things. They moved ever so slightly in Alex’s hand as the tigress sniffed and kissed them, spilling over her cupped hands more and more as she pressed her face firmer and firmer into them.

Alex opened her eyes back up and glanced at her boyfriend when she heard his question. She wanted to respond with words, but that would require her to stop taking in his scent for a few seconds and she did not want to do that. Instead, the tigress just nodded at him and cracked the cutest slightly embarrassed smile in existence. While the tigress wasn’t against the idea of making her current entanglement with her boyfriend’s nuts a longer one, the way that his dick twitched and throbbed in front of her over and over again was indicative that what she was doing to the deer, while pleasurable, was getting torturous. Curious, Alex let her right-hand fall from its cup around her boyfriend’s left ball and wrapped her fingers around his dick’s shaft. Her eyes went wide when she felt how hard it was – it was like a rock, nay, a diamond. It was a miracle that any blood was getting to the deer’s other organs at all. The tiger gave the deer’s diamond dick a firm squeeze and slid her hand up and down the length of his half-footer with a wide grin spread across her face.

“Does kissing it more eventually give me a luck stat boost?” Alex tilted her head to the side and finally pulled her nose out from his nuts. Her hand continued to rub and tug his dick up and down as she raised a curious eyebrow at her deer boyfriend. She rolled his foreskin back and forth over his glans over and over as she jerked him off and watched as the calm and collected expression on the deer’s face morphed into one of pleasure, bliss, and just a teensy-weensy bit of overstimulation whenever the tigress gave the tip of his dick a firm and loving squeeze and tugged on his foreskin just to be a tease.

Task let out a moan as Alex’s soft hand slid up and down his manhood. With his precum as her lube, she was able to glide her soft digits over the entirety of his deer dong with ease. The noise that the tigress’s hand made as she worked his dick like dirty eggplant fresh from the farmers market was wet and sloppy like good macaroni and cheese.

‘Schlck, schlck, shlck.’

“Hooooh… Gaaaaaahhh… Alex… Fuck…” Task wanted to answer Alex’s question, but the pleasure that he felt from his dick messed with his ability to speak big time. He started to buck his hips forward into Alex’s hand as she jerked him off slowly and sensually. Her hands were so soft, the pads on her fingers were so squishy, and her grip around his dick was firm, but not too tight. If Alex kept it up for any longer, he’d end up fucking her hand right there. But he didn’t want to waste a nut like that, not when there were much better places it could go. After another moan through grit teeth, the deer’s hips bucked forward and his balls that were still in the tigress’s hand slipped away and slapped against the hand that she had wrapped around his dick.

‘Plap! Plap! Plap!’

After three rapid-fire thrusts into Alex’s hand, Task managed to stop himself, pulled his hips back, and slid his dick out from Alex’s slightly loosened grip.

‘Sllllllp.’

“Holy fuck…” the deer said in a huff as his precum-slicked dick throbbed violently between his legs. An almost absurd amount of precum was leaking from the slit in the tip of his schlong and threatened to stretch into a string and make a mess out of the bedsheets. Alex stared at the pool of precum that got larger and larger on the tip of the deer’s dick with wide eyes. She zoned out for a moment; the sound of Task’s huffs, puffs, and moans faded away into nothingness. Yet, she still heard his voice.

“You know what, I’m going to say it. Washing bed sheets is the worst chore. Putting them back on the bed is HELL.”

A section of Alex’s memories replayed a soundbite from a conversation they once had about the worst household chores as she stared at the deer’s leaky dick. She had to act quick if she wanted to save the bedsheets from getting splooged on. The sound of Task’s moans and huffs came back as she saw the pool of pre on his tip slowly spill over the tip of his dick and onto his shaft. As quickly as the tigress could, she grabbed her boyfriend’s dick, tilted it up so that it stood up straight, and dragged her long, wet, and sticky cat tongue over his rod. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and curled to the cylindrical shape of his dick. Once her tongue made contact with his dick, she tilted her chin up and dragged it over where the deer’s pre had run down to, all the way up to his tip, where she flicked her tongue.

Task’s mouth shot open the moment Alex’s tongue touched his dick and he let out a huffy moan as she lapped up his overproduction of pre. He wanted so bad to watch her as she did it, but the pleasure he felt from his girlfriend’s tongue on him was the kind of intense you shut your eyes from. He fought against the weight of his eyelids as much as he could, but as the tiger started moving her tongue up his shaft and toward his tip, his eyelids won and he fell into a pitch-black pool of intense pleasure.

“Hhaaahhhh…” he moaned.

Before Task could open his eyes, Alex licked his dick again, her warm, wet, and wide tongue lathered him in her saliva like it was a passionfruit popsicle on hot summer’s day. Task felt his dick getting hot and Alex’s saliva wasn’t helping cool it down. He found himself fighting against the urge to thrust his hips into his girlfriend’s face once more and gripped the sheets tightly with his hands. Alex then flicked her tongue against his hypersensitive tip again, which made him buck his hips forward just for about half a second before he stopped himself and tightened his grip on the bedsheets even more. He braced for a third lick to his dick that he was certain was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

With his eyes still closed, Task held his breath as he thought of a way to warn his girlfriend of what was to come. He wanted to buck his hips – he wanted to do so badly. He waited, waited, and waited for about 15 seconds, but nothing came. His dick throbbed and throbbed and throbbed as if it was calling for Alex to come back and lick it again. When she didn’t, Task opened his eyes to check to see if everything was alright.

“Everything… Aaah… Alright?” the deer asked as he opened his eyes to look down at his girlfriend who had gone silent. What he saw when he opened his eyes had him a tad frightened.

But also turned on.

Alex’s mouth was open, teeth and fangs on display, and she was lowering her head down to bring her mouth over the deer’s dick. She wasn’t going to take just the tip in this time, oh no, no, no – she was going for an instant deepthroat. With an innate ability to suppress her gag reflex, she was successful in her endeavor. She slid the deer’s dick onto the red carpet that was her tongue and guided his schlong into her mouth, miraculously avoiding her teeth, and down her throat. The tigress’s nose pressed into her boyfriend’s pubes and she swallowed her saliva to squeeze his dick with her throat muscles. The sensation that Task felt was similar to a gentle squeeze that got stronger and harder the more times the tigress swallowed.

The warmth of Alex’s throat spread all over his dick in an instant, the poor deer had no time to react. The clenches from her throat, her breath that he could feel on his pubes, and her tongue twirling around his dick even as it was buried deep inside her muzzle was all too much for him to handle. His grip on the bedsheets slipped and he fell onto his back with a soft and airy crash.

‘Fwwpsh!’

“Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuuuuuuckkkkkkk.” Task let out a howling moan as Alex continuously swallowed her own saliva to work her throat muscles around his dick like a skilled masseuse who knew just how to give a happy ending.

‘Glk, glk, glk.’

Task’s eyes practically rolled into his skull as wave after wave of intense pleasure spammed the nerve endings on his manhood. Her large and sharp sabertooth fangs pressed against the sides of his shaft and kept his dick securely in place in her mouth in a way that had him sweating. Despite them being almost razor sharp, he barely felt more than a slight graze from them. The control that Alex had over various parts of her anatomy was commendable, and Task would have verbally done so, had a cat not gotten his tongue.

Even with a dick lodged down her throat, Alex was able to give off an aura of smugness with a smile. Her lips weren’t able to curl much, but the tiny little creep into her cheeks that the corner of her mouth did as she glanced at her deer boyfriend was subtle like the Mona Lisa’s yet so powerful and full of sass that said “Yeah, I am the throat G.O.A.T.”

“Mhhmm,” the tigress moaned as she let the deer’s dick settle in her throat. After a full minute of constant swallowing and squeezing his dick with it, she came to a stop and just let his dick sit in the warmth of her saliva as she caught her breath a bit. She breathed in and out through her cute pink nose that was buried in Task’s pelvic forest and took in more of his scent as she did, which only made her moan more.

Alex’s pussy was wet – she had this thing where she was able to get incredibly aroused, almost to the point of becoming a slip hazard from just giving her partner oral pleasure. It was fun to watch and listen to them squirm almost helplessly as she kissed, licked, and sucked them dry of every single drop. The scents and smells that she got to enjoy while having fun down under played a part in it, too, but even if the dick she was sucking smelled like soap (a true nightmare for the tigress), she’d leak out enough pussy juice to solve California’s yearly drought problems eventually. Her pussy juice dampened the brunette pubic hair that adorned her cunt and started to drip from her pussy down onto the carpeted floor underneath her. After leaving her boyfriend’s cock in her throat for a little over two minutes, Alex placed both of her hands on Task’s pelvis and ran her fingers through his long and messy pubes as she slowly pulled her mouth off of his dick.

‘Slllllllllrrrrp.’

The deer’s foreskin rolled over his glans as Alex pulled her throat and mouth away from his dong. With her lips still vacuum-sealed around his girth, pulling away from his dick created an intense amount of suction inside her throat and mouth that made the deer’s balls tuck upward. The squeeze around his dick was so tight that he squirmed and moaned as his dick slowly slid out from the tigress’s mouth.

“Hhhhnnnnnng.”

‘Sssssslllllllllppp.’

‘Pop!’ The tip of Task’s penis popped free from Alex’s lips and flung toward himself. Covered from tip to base in her saliva, his dick slapped against his stomach loudly and splattered the tigress’s spit in all directions.

‘Splat!’

“Hoooooly shit, Alex…” Task said through a breathy moan as he brought his hands up to rub his eyes. After rubbing his eyes, he opened them up to see that Alex was no longer on the floor but was instead on the bed with him. The deer went wide-eyed and his brows painted a slightly concerned expression onto his face as he watched his girlfriend climb over him and straddle over his hips. He put his hands behind his head to cushion himself and eagerly watched as the tigress’s hips slowly lowered down to squish with his. Her hips weren’t the only thing that caught his eye, however; with Alex now sat on top of him, he was able to see her solution to the Californian drought crisis with his own eyes. Her pussy was sopping wet and her pubes were matted down and slightly bulgy from the sheer volume of pussy juice that they had absorbed. Task could see a single string of extra thick and sticky pussy juice that danged from her labia that waved around like a flag as Alex got herself settled on top of him. He really wanted to put his face there and slurp it up like a spaghetti noodle, but all he could do was watch as it wiggled, jiggled, and eventually snapped free onto his dick, which was now right underneath the tigress’s coochie.

As Alex lowered herself to straddle over her boyfriend, her pussy hovered over the deer’s cock before it pressed down onto the middle of his shaft and slid all the way down to his base. With her natural lube in abundance, her pussy glided over his shaft with ease before it came to a stop once their pubes mashed together like two soft duck-feather pillows.

‘Phhff. Squish.’ Task’s pubes were relatively dry, apart from the small splashes of pre and tiger spit here and there, but with Alex’s crotch pressed right into his, her pussy juice started to seep into his crotch fuzz, too. The spread of wetness and warmth was slow, but it was definitely noticeable.

Task couldn’t help but stare with his wide deer-in-headlights eyes as his girlfriend’s mound pressed right up to his pelvis. The way her wet labia glided over his meat like a wet paintbrush made him bite his lip and very gently buck his hips forward, which pushed his dick through the tigress’s wet pussy lips like a lubed-up hotdog through a hotdog bun. He let out a soft moan, shivered, and involuntarily flexed almost every muscle in his body. His dick throbbed non-stop, which made it press into Alex’s pussy. As it pressed against and pulled away from Alex’s labia with each throb, a big, stringy, and sticky mess of her pussy juice and his precum stretched out in between them.

Alex let her pussy rest on top of Task’s dick for a few seconds and pressed her hands down on his stomach gently to help herself balance on top of him. Normally, as a feline, balance was a thing that came naturally to her. But with her boyfriend’s dick wedged against her pussy and ready to slip inside her at any moment, she had a small penalty to her agility stat. When his dick beat against her pussy like a drum, her legs wobbled and she pressed her hands down against her boyfriend a little harder. She let out a moan, too – one that not even a lip bite could have silenced. “AAaaaah…” she moaned, before she let out a chuckle, and moaned repeatedly as Task’s dick continued to slap against her sensitive and sloppy lips.

Task fought against the urge to buck his hips again and instead tried to focus on looking at Alex’s cute face as she moaned. He LOVED the facial expressions the tigress made when cute noises left her lips. Her half-lidded bedroom eyes, the subtle corner lip bite, her big ears folding against her head like giant headphones, and her scrunched nose and furrowed eyebrows; he loved all of it. As the tigress bit her lip, furrowed her brows, and half-shut her eyes, Task let out cute moans of his own. However, his had a hint of pride in them. They were soft moans, the under-his-breath kind, and he was smiling while he made them, which was usually difficult to control. He couldn’t help it! Like any good man in the bedroom, he felt proud whenever he was able to make his girl moan.

Once the tigress was perfectly balanced, she let out a happy little purr, slowly opened her eyes back up to their normal state, and looked down at her smug, armpit-exposing boyfriend. Task was looking right back up at her, his mouth open and ready to speak.

“Hehehe.” The deer opened up with a chuckle. “No more ‘smooching’?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Alex raised her brow, turned her head to the side slightly to her boyfriend’s question, and started to gyrate her hips. Back and forth at first, but then after the first couple of laps, she went left to right a bit, too. Her pussy lips kissed and glided over her boyfriend’s dick as she moved her hips and she let out a moan, completely ignoring the question from him.

“Aaaahhhhhh…”

‘Ssscccchhhhhllllllkkkkk.’

The tigress pulled her hips back and dragged her pussy all over the length of her boyfriend’s cock. She left a snail trail of pussy juice in her wake that also ran down the side of his dick, onto his balls, and onto the bed underneath them. Task’s dick leaked an abundance of pre, too, which quickly pooled at his tip and stretched out into a string that snapped and dripped onto the bed. So much for keeping the recently washed bedsheets clean for Task’s sake.

“Hhhhhhhhhhahh…” Task moaned as Alex continued rolling her hips and painting his dick with her kitty cat cream. His dick tingled as it became wedged in between her pussy lips and Alex gave him a thorough pussyjob. Her pubes brushed along his shaft, too, and gave him a slightly different sensation each time as she brushed his dick against the grain and with the grain repeatedly. His dick throbbed harder each time Alex brushed her wet paintbrush pussy on it and even harder whenever her excess warm pussy juice dripped onto him. Fighting the urge to not thrust his hips forward and give Alex a nice filling can of Dicken’s Cider was getting progressively harder the more his girlfriend rubbed herself on his rod. His restraint caused his legs to shake very slightly as the conflict of his mind and body came head-to-head in a battle to see who was the strongest. The deer caught himself at the beginning of a hip-buck about ten or so times before he felt the tigress push her hands against his stomach and lift her pussy up from his pole.

Task raised a brow at his girlfriend as she pushed herself up. His eyes quickly darted down to her pussy as it lifted from his dick and watched as the thickest string of pussy juice he had ever seen stretched between Alex’s sloppy mess of a cunt and his sticky mess of a dick. The string was clear and viscous, a constant attribute of pussy juice – but was about as thick and wide as a Pappardelle pasta noodle. It was so thick that it reflected the soft yellow light of the room and refracted a few god rays into Task’s eyes. Even with the redirected afternoon glow in his eyes, he didn’t blink, not even once. He stared at the pussy juice pasta noodle until it snapped free and splashed all over his dick. Only once it was gone, did he look back up at Alex and what she was doing.

Alex was looking right back at her deer boyfriend when his gaze returned to her. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing and the deer was able to spot subtle movements in her abdomen that he recognized as her clenching her pussy. The thought of her clenching around nothing with her coochie was enough to get a jolt from his dick and got it to pap against Alex’s rear gently.

“Ahhh, I still am smooching you.” The tigress finally answered Task’s question that he had honestly almost forgotten that he’d asked. She pushed herself up just a little more after she answered the deer and repositioned her hips about two inches backward so that her pussy hovered directly above his dick, which was now standing tall without the weight of Alex’s pussy pushing it down. Her pussy hovered so close to the tip of the deer’s dick that he felt her warmth on his sensitive glans from a good three inches away. It felt like there was a sunlamp being pointed at his dick, or that he was out by the pool on a sunny day and his dickhead had slipped out of the leg of his swim trunks and was taking in the warmth of the sun.

Alex took in a nice deep breath and a smile spread on her face as she lowered herself down to bring her pussy lips right up against her boyfriend’s glans. When her warm, wet, and squishy lips made first contact with the tip of the deer’s spear, he immediately bucked his hips. His reaction time was faster than that of a pro-league e-sports player with a 180hz gaming monitor, but Alex was just a little faster – either that or the tigress had a hunch that her boyfriend wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back.

As the deer pushed his hips forward, he felt Alex’s hands slide down over the v-shape of his pelvis followed by an incredible display of her tiger strength. With a soft little grunt and only the smallest of scrunches to her nose to indicate that she was really putting oomph into it. The deer’s hips, which had only lifted about an inch off of the bed, were slammed right back down. Alex’s legs then slipped off of Task’s completely, and she let her feet press down onto the mattress as she crouched over him with her pussy just barely missing his dick. The warmth that radiated from her cooch was even more intense now and only made the deer’s instinct to thrust his hips forward harder to overpower. He bucked his hips, or at least it felt like he did – but his hips did not move.

Alex, with a soft smile that cleared her of all suspicion of obstruction of fucktice, continued to lower herself down toward her boyfriend’s tool. Once her lips pressed firmly against his slightly tapered tip, she stopped. “Just with a different pair of lips…” the tigress cooed and let out a small moan that was barely heard under the loud rumble of her purr.

“Hhhhhnnnahhhhnng.”

‘Sqwlch.’

Barely a quarter of an inch of Task’s dick made it into Alex’s love tunnel, but even so, the pleasure he got from feeling her labia start to spread over his tip was intense. Task was a firm believer in the idea that women could flip the script of the patriarchal system if they really wanted to. Men may have had the strength advantage, but women had every straight man’s weakness built-in to their bodies; pussy. Pussy power was real and Alex’s pussy, at the very least, could be a very powerful weapon if she ever chose to use it against the deer.

In all honesty, if she did, Task probably wouldn’t really mind.

“Aaahh… Hhhooooooooooooh boy…” The deer moaned when he felt his dick tip slip just a teensy-weensy bit into his girlfriend’s cunt. The soft squish noise that her lips made as they spread was better than any Billy Joel record that he ever obsessed over. He wanted to hear it again, but the only way for him to do that was if he bucked his hips into her, and he could not do that. Instead, he had to settle with letting the tigress do things her way – which he didn’t mind at all. Femdom was one of the many sugars and spices Alex added to his previously vanilla sex life.

Alex took in a deep breath and held herself over her boyfriend with his dick poked right into the entrance of her pussy. The smile on her face grew wider the longer she stared at him and watched his expression morph into different displays of pleasure. She tried her best not to pay too much attention to her boyfriend’s raised arms and his armpits that were showing, but from where she was crouched, she had a pretty good view of her hunk of a boyfriend and the progress that he was making with his frequent workouts. With her eyes focused on his cute herbivore face, the tigress’s grin grew sinister and her lip curled into the left side of her cheek.

Task was none the wiser, at first, and continued moaning, huffing, and biting his lip as he stared at his girlfriend’s pussy. His dick throbbed and throbbed and throbbed as if begging to be let into her sacred temple. He was about to beg verbally, since he knew Alex liked that, but was interrupted by the soft movement of the tigress’s vaginal walls and labia.

‘Smuch.’

Alex’s pussy lips squeezed the tip of his dick, gently at first, but then they squeezed again, this time a little harder. It felt similar to when Alex playfully nibbled on his dick with her mouth but wetter, slipperier, warmer, and much, much hotter. The clenches alone were enough to send a shiver down his spine that was so intense that it made his legs wobble and the fur on his shoulders fluff up.

“Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg!”

“Violently” was the only word that could describe how Task’s dick throbbed after Alex’s pussy grabbed at it like a claw machine.

Clench.

‘Twt.’

Clench.

‘Twt.’

Clench.

Task closed his eyes, moaned, and let out a soft whine as the urge to push his dick into his girlfriend while not being able to, became a little too much for him to bare. He took in a deep breath that was more of a gasp for air as his dick twitched and throbbed and opened his mouth up to beg Alex to let him slide his dick into her. He wanted to feel her clenches in their full glory, he knew how the full ones felt, and he needed it. He needed to feel her pussy’s walls squeezing around his dick, he needed the services of the Marx Milking Company – and he needed them bad.

“You want me to sit all the way down on your dick?” Alex asked him with a single raised eyebrow and a very, very punchable amount of smugness spread across her face.

Task was quick to nod, so quick that his head going up and down made him a little dizzy. He wasn’t going to let his dizziness stop him from begging a little though, just to tickle Alex’s fancy a bit more. The tigress wasn’t the only one who had a very powerful weapon that could be used to get what she wanted – Task had a few trump cards of his own, too.

“PLEASE. Hhhaaaahhh. Alex… Please can I put my dick inside you?” The deer’s tongue rolled out of his mouth as Alex’s pussy gave the tip of his dick another firm clench right as he was in the middle of his pleading. His legs started to tremble and his hips started to fight against the tiger’s hands that kept them down much more aggressively, but he was still nowhere near strong enough to overpower her.

His pleading worked, though; Alex’s smug smile softened and her ears flickered excitedly at the sound of her boyfriend begging to be let into her pussy. She was already convinced, but when Task begged her a second time, she lowered herself and slid down his dick like a New York City fireman down a firepole on September 11th, 2001.

“Please, let me feel your pussy, Mistress.”

Alex stopped pushing against Task’s pelvis with her hands and let gravity handle most of the work. Her pussy lips spread around the rest of Task’s dickhead in an instant and swallowed the bulbous part of his manhood whole. With his tip now fully inside her, she then slid down his shaft, all the way down until he was hilted inside of her. The tigress tried to go as slow as she could, but with how wet she was and how much she wanted to feel the deer inside of her, too, her impatience got the best of her.

Her textured walls glided over Task’s dick and created a sensation for his manhood that fleshlights often tried and failed to replicate. He felt every bump, every ridge, and every bit of the inside of her pussy as she sat down on his rod. The initial penetration was always the hardest to get through, and while Task often found himself closing his eyes from the overload of pleasure whenever he and Alex banged, this time, he was successful in keeping his gawkers open to watch as his cock vanished inside the tiger. He moaned, shivered, and moved his hands to hold his girlfriend’s hips as her pubes mushed with his. He felt her hardened clit press into his pelvis, quickly glanced up to look at her face as she moaned, and grinned far and wide as his dick throbbed inside of her and bulged her tummy out with a faint outline of his dick. He reached his left hand out to brush her stomach and to feel his dick through her tum. When his fingers touched her soft stomach fluff, Alex instantly clenched around his dick and curled her toes hard.

The muscles that made up her love tunnel squeezed around the dick that was inside it like its existence depended on it. Alex’s breathy moans were a bit panicky as the first few clenches after she sat all the way down on her boyfriend’s dick were completely involuntary. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own, knew what had just slid inside it, and was doing its part in ensuring the survival of the tiger species. After three clenches that she could not control, Alex let out a soft sigh and started doing them at her own pace, starting with soft and gentle ones first, and going a little harder, faster, and stronger as the clench count climbed higher.

Task was a puddle of putty by the time Alex regained control of her vaginal muscles; his mind had melted once her tummy tensed up and her pussy squeezed his dick with a vice grip the first few times. He moaned, huffed, and puffed as his dick was aggressively milked by his girlfriend’s puss. His tongue rolled out of his mouth again and his mind went blank. He wanted to moan out Alex’s name, but even that was a bit hard for him. Even two-syllable words became hard for him to compute. Alex hadn’t even started riding her boyfriend yet and he was already losing his mind. And Task wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

After five minutes with the deer’s dick lodged inside her and twenty-ish clenches later, Alex slowed down her clenches and slid her hands up along Task’s torso up to his pecs. She then brought her hands to his cheeks, cupped them, and leaned herself forward to kiss him on his cute black button nose. Her lips puckered as they pressed against his sniffer and she let out the cutest breathy giggle as she pulled herself back upright. “Sorry, I got a little bit excited.”

With the tigress’s clenches calmed down, Task was able to process words more than two syllables long again. He scrunched his nose as it was kissed and shrugged his shoulders at the tigress’s apology. “No… Need… To be… Sorry…” he said in between deep breaths. “You know I love your clenching… It’s a miracle I haven’t cum yet.”

Alex shook her head at her boyfriend’s words. “That just means the Marx Milking Company needs to update its business strategy,” she giggled.

“Haaaaaah. I’m eager to hear about this new strategy, Mistress, color me intrigued.” The deer grinned and gave his girlfriend’s hip a firm squeeze with both his hands. As he squeezed, he looked up at her face with a very happy smile. As much as he enjoyed having his dick milked like he was the last milk-producing cow in a lactose-loving world, he was just as happy to stay there with his dick in his girlfriend, doing nothing for a while. He let go of Alex’s hips, raised his arms up, and put his hands underneath his head. As his arms went up, his pits came out again, and Alex stared at them with a certain twinkle in her eyes that Task had not seen before. Then Alex’s nose started wiggling and she sniffed the air around her. Her purring got louder, her soft smile got bigger, and her hands on the deer’s cheeks slipped down to his pecs again.

“You have really nice armpits, sorry if that’s weird to say.”

Task raised his brow at the tigress’s comment and smiled when she apologized for it. He shook his head at her and glanced left and right at his own armpits. “Huh, that’s new… Well, you’re welcome to enjoy them any time you’d like,” the deer let out a hearty chuckle. “Why are you sorry? You know I’m not going to judge you for your kinks, especially if they involve me.” He continued with a massive grin on his face. He kept his arms up and let his girlfriend stare and sniff at his armpits as his dick was kept warm inside her puss.

Alex’s face flushed a deep red at her boyfriend’s kind words and her nose wiggled even more as she tried to sniff at his armpits from where she was. She slowly leaned herself forward to get closer to his exposed pits, her nose wiggling and dancing more and more the closer she got. Once her nose was right up against the deer’s smooth armpit, she closed her and took in a big fat schniff.

‘Snnnnnnnnnnnf.’

Alex got lost in Task’s scent, again. Her nose wiggled and scrunched as she sniffed him repeatedly. After around five sniffs, she suddenly stopped – her eyes shot open, and she pulled away from her boyfriend’s sweat glands with a furrowed brow.

“Do you smell that?” Alex said as she sat back upright and sniffed the air. Unlike when she was sniffing her boyfriend’s stink, her sniffs were short and rapid-fire as she tried to identify the weird, cinnamon-y, gingery, and slightly burnt smell. It took Alex a minute, but something eventually clicked inside her head and she went wide-eyed.

“My cookies!” Alex blurted out in a panic and pressed her hands firmly down against her boyfriend’s stomach. With a push, Alex pulled herself up and off her boyfriend’s cock, hopped off of the bed, and ran out of the bedroom. Everything happened so quickly that Task barely had any time to react. When Alex’s pussy suddenly pulled up on his dick and slipped away, he arched his back and let out a loud moan as her grippy yet slippery walls pulled on the skin of his dick. His foreskin rolled over to cover his glans as her tight tiger pussy pulled away, and a mess of 90% pussy juice and 10% precum spilled onto Task’s crotch and the bed like a water balloon was popped right above him with a needle.

‘Sllllllllp. Pop! Splshhh.’

It took Task a handful of seconds to put together what had just happened, which was long after Alex’s thumping paws against the carpeted floor had gone out of his hearing range. He let out an almost exacerbated sigh as he looked at his now completely soaked crotch. His red rod continued to stand tall and throbbed with his heartbeat. He watched as his dick did its movements, and as if he was able to understand dick sign language, he chuckled at it and reached a hand down to give his own dick a firm squeeze.

“I know, buddy, I know. I can’t smell anything either.”

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Alex ran for her life to the kitchen. Her pussy juice ran just as fast down her leg to her paw and caused her to slip a few times as the floor of the house transitioned from carpet to wood. Naked and afraid for the safety of her cookies, the tigress arrived in the kitchen just as the timer on the oven ticked to zero and the oven started to beep.

‘Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!’

Hastily, Alex put on her green crocodile-shaped oven mitts, pulled open the oven door, and grabbed the tray of cookies out from the inferno that they had been in for the past half hour. The tray clinked and clanked as Alex pulled it out from the oven and made an even louder clank as she put it down on the kitchen island. The oven mitts, while cute, did not do the heat resistance part very well, and Alex shook her hands to cool off her fingers once she slipped out of them.

The cookies were perfect; golden brown, gooey, and moist, with only the edges of a few of them just a tiny bit burnt. The smell of Biscoff wafted through the house and made Alex’s mouth water. She wanted to eat one right then and there, but if her years of baking experience taught her anything, it was to wait until the baked goods cooled before putting them anywhere near your mouth. She grabbed a spatula out from one of the drawers, used it to remove the cookies from the tray one by one, and stacked them neatly onto a plate that was in hindsight maybe a little too small. With her freshly baked Biscoff cookies stacked into a pyramid, Alex poured some milk into a tall glass and made her way upstairs back to her boyfriend.

Task’s nose wasn’t as sensitive to scents and smells as Alex’s was, so it would be a couple of minutes after Alex had left him with his dick wet when he finally caught a whiff of what smelled to him like Christmas but slightly burnt. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air and took in the smell of freshly baked cookies that seemed to be getting closer and closer. He turned to look at the open door to his bedroom as the muffled pitter-patter of Alex’s peets got louder and louder.

Not even five seconds later, Alex appeared in the doorway with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk, and a milk mustache covering her entire upper lip. “Ta-da!” she announced her arrival and waltzed toward her naked and still-erect boyfriend with the biggest smile spread on her face.

“Sorry I left you hanging, but the cookies were about to burn,” Alex said with a happy smile as she handed her boyfriend the glass of milk that she had snuck a sip from and hovered the plate of cookies in front of him like a waitress at a fancy gala would a tray of finger foods.

“Ohhhh ho-ho-ho… Holy guacamole, Alex, these smell so good.” Task sat up at the edge of the bed and took the glass of milk as it was handed to him. He brought his face up to the plate of cookies and took a deep breath through his nose to take in the warm cookie scent. It didn’t take him long to pluck one of the golden-brown discs from the plate, bring it to his mouth, and take a big bite out of it.

His eyes went wide as the cookie’s soft and gooeyness flooded his mouth with sweetness. He chewed, swallowed, and went in for another bite almost immediately.

“Good, right?” Alex said with a smug smile as she placed the plate of cookies down on the bed beside her boyfriend and sat down right next to him. Task nodded his head slowly as he chewed his second bit of cookie down into a paste. He then washed it down with a big sip of milk that left him with a milk mustache much like Alex’s. Once he pulled the glass of milk away from his lips, he set it down on the floor and turned to look at Alex with the biggest, happiest, cookie-fueled smile.

“That was the best fucking cookie I’ve ever had.” Task said as he smacked his lips.

Alex smiled, too, and reached her hand into her boyfriend’s lap to grab his still rock-hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she pumped her hand up and down to jerk him off. She leaned her head in toward his and bumped her nose into his. “Better than Chips Ahoy, even?” the tigress raised her brows and tilted her head to the side. Her mouth opened up just a little bit for her tongue to slip out of her mouth and lick her lips.

Task bit his lip as his girlfriend’s hand found its way to his dick and he nodded to her question and licked his own lips, too. Both of them missed their milk mustaches completely.

“So much better. Not even close.” The deer replied.

Satisfied with her boyfriend’s answer, the tigress smirked, “Good.”

She then leaned in to press her milk mustache into his in what was the sloppiest, milkiest, hottest kiss known to man.

After their kiss broke, through their huffs, puffs, and chuckles, Alex and Task locked eyes.

“Did you wanna…?”

“Yes.”

 Alex climbed back on top of her deer, slid herself down onto his dick, and they rocked the bed so much that the cookie pyramid didn’t stand a chance.

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