Date Night Preparations (Patreon)

It had been a while since Alex went on a date with a guy she liked, to say she was excited would have been a gross understatement. He was a cute barista at the coffee shop she recently started frequenting. One day, when the barista asked her what she wanted, she made a Freudian slip and said that she wanted his number. 

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The barista’s eyes went wide for a second before he started chuckling and gestured his hand to the chalkboard menu that was behind him. “I uh... I meant what can I get you from our menu today, Miss Alex.” 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn’t... No, I didn’t mean to.” Alex flustered and fumbled, “I-I meant to say I would like a mango passionfruit smoothie, please.” The tiger’s cheeks were bright red and she tried her best to hide her face in her hands behind her wallet and phone.

“No coffee today?” The barista asked, he was smiling like he always did, maybe even slightly more so than usual as he keyed her order into the POS system. Once he was done, he looked up from the screen at her and smiled even wider. “That’ll be $3!” He used his marker to write Alex’s name on a plastic cup as he waited for her to make her payment. 

“Here you go,” Alex quickly paid for her drink and waddled her way over to the pick-up area out of pure embarrassment. The wait time gave her red hot cheeks a chance to cool down and for her to shake off the embarrassment enough to stop hiding her face when the barista came over with her cup of blended mango and passionfruit goodness. He was still smiling when he handed it to her. “Here you go!” 

Alex reached her hand out to take the drink from him and smiled, too. “Thanks,” 

“No problem!” he chirped. His eyes squinting shut in a very cartoon-esque manner. Once that was done, he made his way back to the counter to take another customer’s order. 

Alex grabbed a straw from the dispenser, stabbed it into her drink, and was just about to take a sip when she noticed that there was an unusual amount of sharpie writing on the side of her cup. She turned it around to look at what was written down. She saw a smiley face, which was not out of the ordinary for a barista to do, but then there was a long string of what looked to be random numbers. When she read to the last digit, she realized what it was and looked up from her cup to her barista friend. He was taking an order, but glanced over to look at her at just the right time and winked. The tigress’s cheeks turned a Flaming Hot Cheetos red again, but this time, she didn’t hide her face and instead just smiled and took a quick sip of her drink before walking away with a very obvious pep in her step. She hopped out of the café and skipped her way down the street all the way back to her apartment, passersby would have thought she was crazy with how big that smile stretched across her face, but she was way too high on her successful accidental flirtation attempt to really care. 

When she got home, she finished her drink and took a picture of the cup. She then saved the number in her contacts with a lot of heart emojis after it alongside the coffee cup emoji. She thought about calling him or texting him right then and there a couple of times but decided she should wait just a little bit as to not seem so eager and to not disturb him while he was at work! She hugged her phone up against her chest and flopped down on the couch, giggling to herself the entire time as her face went red just thinking about him. The tip of her tail swished left and right, showing off her excitement just a little. She couldn’t stop squirming. 

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Having not been out on a date in such a while meant that the tigress had a lot of preparations to get through before she was ready to walk out of the door. There was so much for her to consider; what was she going to wear? What perfume was she going to spray on herself? Shoes? Accessories? Luckily, in her anticipation and excitement for the date, Alex did a bit of pre-planning when it came to her outfit the night before. All she had to do now was get herself showered, her hair and makeup done, slip into her clothes, spray on perfume and she’d be ready to go out the door as soon as her date came to pick her up. 

When she stepped under the showerhead, she let the warm water run over her face and down to the rest of her body from there. She wasn’t going to stand around and soak in the water like she usually did and instead quickly reached for the bottle of shampoo from the group of bottles she had on the edge of the tub and began massaging the mango-coconut scented liquid into every inch of her fuzzy self. Her clawed fingers combed through her orange, white, and black and left little lines that lasted until her hands came back up to smooth them over again. Once she was all good and shampooed, she turned to face the showerhead to rinse all the foam off of her. It left her fur feeling much cleaner and she could already tell that once she dried herself off, her fur would be so visibly soft that her date would probably want to touch her. 

She hummed the tune of one of Lady Gaga’s songs as she rinsed off and continued to hum it as she turned off the water, pulled the shower curtain out of the way, and stretched her arm out to grab the towel that she had placed on the closed lid of the toilet right by the tub. Her fingers curled around the red fluffy fabric and she pressed it up against herself to absorb the water that dripped from her fur so that she didn’t get the bathroom floor super wet when she stepped out. After she was damp and no longer dripping, she wrapped the towel around herself, rolled it down a little so that it stayed in place, and carefully stepped over the tub and onto the yellow tiles of the bathroom floor. Her paws landed with soft pitter-patters and she made her way over to the mirror to get started on drying her fur a little further. She dropped the towel and grabbed her hairdryer. Her trusty Philips ThermoProtect 2100. She gripped it tight in her hand and used her thumb to set it to the medium heat setting, but the max air blast setting. It began to whirr as hairdryers did and she pointed it to her head of hair and waved it around to get as much of an equal spread as possible. 

‘Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’

Her free hand ruffled through her locks as she shook both her head and the hairdryer for around 3 minutes until her hair was nice and dry. She then moved on to using the hair dryer to blow on the rest of her body, from head to the toe and the tip of her tail, too! Once she was done, her fur was dry, slightly fluffed up, and extremely soft. She put her hairdryer back to where she got it from and grabbed one of the many hairbrushes she had by the sink. She brushed her fluffed-up fur to smooth it out, and then brushed her hair to remove any tangles. She then started doing her braids, looping them under her ears and connecting them together in the back. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled quite proudly at herself. She even did a few twists and turns to check out her butt to make sure it was in tip-top shape, too! When she turned back around to have her front facing the mirror, she noticed something that she had overlooked. She brought her hands to her stomach and slowly slid them down toward her pubic area, stopping just shy of her mound. 

She was rocking a full bush. Her pubic hair had gone unmanaged since she hadn’t really had any visitors down there that weren’t the usual suspects from her black toy box. Her pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head; a medium brown. And while it looked quite neat the way it was already, since she had brushed the fur all over her body, she looked down at it and contemplated whether or not she should shave it a little. She wasn’t expecting to get straight down to the dirty deed on the first date, but if it came to it, she wouldn’t want to risk scaring him away with au naturel.

Her eyes darted between her pussy and the special orange razor she bought just for shaving her more sensitive areas. She grabbed it but continued to stare down at her bush to ponder more. “Should I shave it all? What if he likes bush? What if none at all?” The tigress furrowed her brows and let out a huff, but then she smiled when a brilliant idea came to mind. Without saying anything, she took a few steps to the left and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. With her tush firmly on top of the slightly cold seat, she spread her legs wide enough for her to lean forward a little and look at her fuzzy coochie. She brought the razor down to her crotch area and grabbed the can of shaving cream she had. She gave the can a few shakes before she squirted a moderate amount of the white foamy grooming aid.

‘SHHHCCCCCCCCK!’

She rubbed the shaving cream over her pubes in a rather peculiar way. She started with just one side first and then moved on to the other side, leaving a thin strip in the center cream-free. She was going for the landing strip. A great middle ground, since she didn’t quite know the preferences of this barista boy she was going out with, yet. With the shaving cream in place, she gently started to drag the razor blade that she paid extra “pink tax” on along her fuzzy regions, going slow and gentle. With the help of the shaving cream, the razor blade glided over her pubic area easily and was able to take off most of the pubic hair in just one or two swipes. 

‘Fwwp... Fwp... Fwwwp…’

Once she was done with the right side, she moved on to do the other side. 

‘Fwwp... Fwp... Fwwwp…’

After a few swipes up, she was left with a landing strip that was right above her pussy, right where the curve of her mound started. She leaned to her side to hold the razor under the faucet to wash it off and wiped the leftover shaving cream off with her other hand. After washing her razor, she shook it a few times before she brought it back to her crotch again. The landing strip she ended up with wasn’t quite perfect and she wasn’t going to go out on her date without the perfect pubic hairstyling. 

The tiger looked down at her pussy and the landing strip that was just north of it with a very intense amount of focus. She spotted a few stragglers and a few places that made the strip look asymmetrical. With even greater determination than before, she lowered the razor down and flicked it gently over the single stragglers that remained. After each flick, a strand or two of her brown pubes would fall from her crotch and down onto the closed toilet seat lid that she was sitting on. After around seven flicks to remove the leftovers, she pulled the blade away and inspected her pussy once more just to be sure. 

“Alright, now for the real precision work…” Alex mumbled to herself, leaned her back against the porcelain water tank, and put one leg up on the edge of the tub while the other stretched out slightly to keep her from slipping off the porcelain throne. Once she was comfortable enough, she used her left hand to pull on the area where she was going to shave down. As she pressed her fingers down and pulled on her pubic area, she pulled her labia along with it a little bit too. She then brought the razor down to shave off the uneven edges of her landing strip, one small flick at a time, she didn’t want to accidentally shave it all off after all the effort she had put into it! She continued to shave and fix her landing strip, moving from one side to the other and then back again. 

More and more of her short brown pubic hairs fell to the toilet seat and the floor. Luckily, she was able to shave at just the right angle that none of those pesky hairs fell into her pussy that was still being spread open as she shaved. With her final shave, she pulled the razor away and let go of the pull she had on her skin that had her pussy open slightly. The perfect landing strip right above her pussy. Whether her date was into the full bush, clean-shaven, or something in between like she did here, she was sure that he would be appreciative of her craftsmanship. Proud of herself, Alex smiled and got up to wash the razor before putting it and the shaving cream away in the cupboard behind the mirror. After she closed the cupboard, she brought her legs together and took one last look at herself in the mirror. 

Her pussy looked cute, the little landing strip really worked as a hook to get eyes to look at her mound, like a red arrow in a YouTube thumbnail. Her work here was done. She dusted her hands together and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where her dress and jewelry were waiting for her. 

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‘Ding-Dong!’ went Alex’s doorbell. The tiger’s ears perked up and she quickly sprayed a mist of perfume into the air and ran through it. “I’m coming!” she shouted, forgetting for a moment that there was no way her date would have been able to hear her from the door. She quickly grabbed her purse and pulled on the bottom of her red dress as she made her way through the bedroom door. She took in deep breaths through her nose as she approached her front door and put on the prettiest smile she could as she pulled the door open. 

And there he was, her date, out of his green barista apron and into a very pretty-boy button-up shirt, he also had a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He handed the flowers to her and froze in place for a couple of seconds. 

“Oh my god, thank you… These are gorgeous…” the tigress brought the flowers up to her nose and gave them a soft sniff. 

“Wow, you look stunning…” said her date. 

“Thank you! You look very handsome, yourself. Nice to see you out of that apron, as cute as it is.” She purred. 

“Shall we?” he extended his arm out for her to take. 

“Yes! Uh…” Alex looked around for a moment before she placed the flowers on a shelf that was behind the door. After that, she stepped out of her apartment, closed the door behind her, and took her date’s arm. 

“Yes, we shall.” She purred. 

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Art by The-Minuscule-Task