I’m a Tigwess

It was a stormy afternoon. Raindrops and the whistling of the wind could be heard outside the mall. Inside, a small group of shoppers walked back and forth. The jingles of various products drilled into the deer's head working in a sporting goods store. The weight of his head rested on the palm of his hand, his half-open eyes staring into the nothingness outside. There were no shoppers; nor was his boss, who had been attacked by an intestinal complaint and had been forced to run to the bathroom. When she returned, the deer would wallow in her misery, telling her that he had warned those tacos didn't look healthy.

He was about to fall asleep at the counter when a strange image jolted him awake: a little cub walking around in a tiger costume. He couldn't quite make him out, but the fact that he was walking slowly and looking in all directions seemed to indicate he was lost. "Oh well," he thought, "I guess I can be the Good Samaritan". He posted a "Back in 5 minutes" sign at the entrance and approached the creature. He looked in both directions before asking:

"Hello, little bunny, are you lost?"

The child's glassy eyes bored into his. She didn't look sad, more like angry.

"I'm a tigwess!" she scolded, grabbing the orange striped tail of her suit.

He smiled sweetly and stroked her head.

"Of course you are, sweety. Can't you find your mommy?"

She looked down before answering:

"No, I ran to see the stuffed animals and when I came back to look, she was gone."

She looked so cute in that tiger costume. Something about her big eyes, her rosy little nose, and her innocence aroused the most savage instincts in the deer.

"I'm sure she's in the bathroom. Would you like me to take you?" he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along. He remembered that his boss was in the women's bathroom, so he led her to the men's. "And tell me, how old are you?"

"Hum," she looked down at her free hand and counted her little fingers, then showed them to him.

"Oh, a beautiful four-year-old tigress."

She giggled and showed her leporid teeth.

"Here we are," he said as he let go of her hand.

"Isn't this the boys' room?" The little tigress asked, covering her mouth with both hands.

"Yes, but the girls' room is closed, so she must be here."

The deer stuck his head in to make sure no one was there.

"Oh, at first glance it seems like she's not there. Come, help me look," he put a hand on her back and pushed her in. While the tigress checked the stalls, he locked the door. "Well?"

The little girl came back with a graceful hop and shook her head. Then she looked quizzically at the urinals.

"What's the matter, little tigress, never been in a men's room before?"

"No, what's that?"

"Oh, that's for us boys to pee in. We can do it standing up."

"Really?" she asked in amazement, not taking her eyes off the unfamiliar device.

"If you want, I can teach you, but first you have to help me with this," he explained with a gentle smile as he guided both of her small hands to his belt buckle. "Pull down my pants so I can show you how we boys do it."

The little girl's eyes widened. She hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of her. One could tell she had never interacted with a belt before because it took her a while to unbuckle. Meanwhile, the deer stroked her head in gentle circles.

"That's it, now unzip. Very good."

"What's that?"

"That's what we males are like. We have these two balls here, and that's the sheath. Now come on, I'll show you how it works before I get an erection and can't pee anymore."

"A what?"

"Don't worry, little girl. You'll see what it is very soon. Come on," he took her hand and led her to the urinal. Part of his glans was already sticking out because the tigress was so pretty and he wanted to fuck her right away. He got into position and had to strain a bit to get the golden liquid to come out. "Oh yes. What a relief," he said without letting go of the little girl's hand, he led her to the base of his scrotum, all the while continuing to urinate.

"Oh, it feels so hot..."

"And it will get hotter, little tigress."

The stream stopped and he jerked a little to let the last drops fall.

"Now do this and see what happens." He stood in front of her and showed her the movement. With both hands the little girl massaged his sheath. He continued to stroke her head. "Very good, keep going..."

The movement of her soft hands and her hot breath against his glans made him pulsate a drip of pre that slid down the length of his cervine penis to the base of his balls.

"Wow, it's getting bigger and bigger."

"That's what happens when sweet tigresses like you touch us. Now stop, I won't last long like this. Come Here."

He lifted her by her armpits and sat her down on the sink. Carefully he removed the hood of her costume. Her long, leporid ears hung free. He stroked them a little, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin and fluffy fur between his fingers.

"S... sir, I don't want to stop being a tigress."

He smiled and kissed her brow.

"You still look like a tigress to me, even without the hood."

She smiled broadly and her ears perked up a little.

"Really?"

"Of course. Let's see if you're still a tigress without that annoying costume."

Slowly he pulled down the zipper, exposing her stomach, her shoulders, her breasts, her rosy little nipples. She looked embarrassed, averted her eyes. The stag put a hand on her breast. Her heart pounded.

"Easy, you're still a beautiful tigress. A very pretty tigress," the hand on her chest moved to one of her nipples and began to caress it gently. She moaned and put a hand on his wrist, but did not try to move it away. With his mouth he took it upon himself to stimulate the other nipple, licking it up and down, then making circles with his tongue and biting it a bit. The little girl's breathing grew louder and louder, deeper and deeper. He pinched her nipple with his hand, and she let out a little cry, shaking. He stopped licking her, looked into her eyes, brought his lips to hers and kissed her. Then his tongue penetrated and explored every moist corner of her muzzle with devotion. Their mouths separated and a silvery thread that held them together became two drops that fell onto her lap.

"Sir, I'm itchy," she said as one of his hands went to her crotch.

"Sometimes that happens to tigresses, it's natural. Let me see anyway."

The zipper went all the way down, and with one tug he ripped off her costume. She was wearing pink panties. He stroked her vulva with his index finger. She startled and moaned. The finger was wet. He put his thumb on his forefinger and pulled them apart. A transparent string formed. He licked that delicious nectar.

"Hmm, we have to do something about this. We can't let a kitty like you get wet. Cats don't like getting wet. I'll take this off first."

The deer pulled down her panties. There she was, the most beautiful, tightest cunny he'd ever seen. Rosy and very wet. He brought his nose close and sniffed it. The little girl giggled.

"Sir, your nose is cold, why did you do that?"

"Oh, we boys like to sniff the little tigresses."

He lifted both her legs and watched the spectacle. He spread her cheeks with his thumbs and brought his tongue closer, then licked her anus and cunt in one go. 
She let out a very soft giggle. He continued licking, now with more dedication, savoring the tight ass that winked every time he paused. He spread her buttocks a little further apart and began to press with his tongue, finally getting it inside her ass. She stopped laughing and started moaning louder and louder. He could see her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Drops of pussy juice were running down the entrance of her anus until they ended up on the cervine's tongue. The little tigress' hands clung to his antlers. The smells, the tastes, the sounds of tonguing mixed with moans. His cervine penis pulsed so hard it hurt. Instinctively, he moved his hips as if to penetrate the air. Suddenly he stopped tongue fucking her.

"Sir, sir, please don't stop," she begged as she shook his pinned head from the antlers.

He raised the position of his hands and parted her vaginal lips with his thumbs, then marveled at the dark pink, almost red color, the beautiful cherry on top, and of course, her hymen. With one of his thumbs he slowly traced the entrance to her paradise from bottom to top until he reached her clit. As soon as he touched it, she jumped and pulled her hips back until her cute little buttocks touched the mirror.

"Don't be afraid, little one. I know it must feel strange, but you'll soon like it when I tickle you there."

She looked a little frightened.

"Will you be a very brave tigress and let me continue?"

She nodded shyly.

"Go on, growl like a tigress."

"Rawr," she wispered, looking away.

"Louder, you're a wild animal, louder!"

"Rawwwwwr!" she growled with a huge grin.

"That's the way I like it," he said as his finger approached her clit again.

She jumped once more at the feel of it, but didn't move. He began to make gentle circles. The tigress giggled at how sensitive her cherry was, but immediately the feeling of pleasure took over. She moaned louder and louder and the wetness of her pussy formed a puddle on the metallic sink. He increased the strength and speed. He watched her ass wink seductively and her legs open and close. It was time. He grabbed her legs and pulled her close to the edge. At the abruptness, she let out a little gasp.

"Don't be afraid, what I'm gonna to do may hurt a little, but you'll love it in no time."
He brought the tip of his dick close to the little girl's cunny. He ruubed it a little as the tip kissed the entrance, still guarded by her hymen. He moved into position, his spear at the ready, and looked her in the eyes.

"Throw another roar. Rawwr!"

"Rawwwr!"

"Louder. Rawwwwr!"

"Raaa.... Ahhh!" she screamed as she felt the sharp cervine cock suddenly penetrate her.

It was barely the tip. It was too small, the deer wouldn't last long.

"Well, that's it, you're very brave," he said between puffs of air. He could feel himself salivating with pleasure. He had to swallow the saliva to keep from drooling as he spoke. "I'll go gently."

Slowly, the deer's flesh spear gained ground. Meanwhile, she was pawing at the air, having nowhere to hold on to. Then he took her hands and they intertwined their fingers. She squeezed very hard. The penis went halfway in when the deer realized he could not go any further, that his tip was touching her cervix.

"You are incredible. The worst is over. Now comes the best. Tell me if it hurts too much and you want me to stop."

Her glassy eyes bored into his. He nodded and inhaled deeply. He slowly pulled his dick out almost to the tip, then pushed it back in, gently but a little faster than the first time. When he reached the bottom he felt the contraction. Again he pulled it out and in, faster and faster, harder and harder. The little tigress couldn't even speak, her eyes were closed tightly and she was breathing heavily. The deer bared his teeth as he squeezed the little tigress' hands tighter. Now he was the one moaning.

Suddenly the little girl began to shake. It started in her hips and went up to her shoulders. It was her first orgasm. She wanted to let go, but the deer was at the point where it's impossible to stop, where nature takes over. Before her fingers slipped away, he took her hands firmly so she couldn't escape.

"Hold on... hnnng... little tiger... Almost there... huff. I'm... I'm cumming!"

He gave one last thrust and pushed it in as far as he could. His penis throbbed and shot one, two, three spurts of very thick sperm into the little girl's womb. Her belly swelled a bit. He, still agitated and between puffs of air, said:

"You are the most beautiful tigress in the world. You've done very well. Does it hurt?"

"A little. But I like it."

He smiled and stroked her head, then gently pulled out his now smaller dick. There was no blood, but some of the cum that was in the little girl now stained the sink. She felt it come out and took a hand, observed the fluid and sniffed it.

"What's this, sir?"

"It's the gift we boys give little tigresses, it's liquid love," it suddlenly came the call over the loudspeaker. "Let's get you cleaned up, apparently your mother is next to the guard. Hey, you have to promise not to say anything about what we did here."

"Why, is it bad?"

"No, but it's better if it's a secret, it's more fun," he winked.

She smiled and nodded.

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"Oh, thank you, sir. I was so worried about my little girl, I was afraid some pervert might have done something to her."

"Uh, yeah, lucky I found her first," he replied as he scratched his head and looked away.

The mother looked him up and down and smiled.

"You know, my little girl hasn't been the same since the divorce. I think that's why she's dressing up. Maybe she needs a father figure."

"Huh, well, I guess that's possible..."

"Maybe we could talk more about this over dinner. You know, to make it up for helping me."

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he thought.