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Alex tossed the green ball in her gloved hand while she got into a stance with her legs spread apart ever so slightly. The rubberized handle on her racket let out a creak as she tightened her grip around it. Once the ball came down from the air, she caught it and threw it back up again, all without even looking at her hand or the ball. She eyed her opponent with a stern and intimidating look spread on her face, mostly carried out through her eyes and brows. She let out a soft exhale as she slowly chewed on something.

“Hoooooh…” sweat beads rolled off her forehead and dripped onto the ground. After a few throws, she switched to bouncing the ball like a basketball.

‘Thonk. Thonk. Thonk. Thonk.’

Tennis was mostly a game of strength and agility, but what fun would a sport be without some intimidation from afar? Sure, it’s a valid tactic to have your opponent underestimate your ability, but why give them the chance to look down on you when they can instead psyche themselves out just from the way you look at them? The tigress continued to bounce the tennis ball in her hand against the floor of the tennis court for a few seconds before she suddenly stopped and stared at her opponent in complete silence. Her green eyes were so sharp they could pierce the soul, and her sharp teeth were able to probably pierce flesh, too. After a few moments, the tigress tossed the green ball up into the air, swung her tennis racket back, and then swung it forward toward the falling ball.

‘Thwock!’ the green ball cut through the air, flew over the net, and bounced on the ground on the opposite side of the court where her opponent was. Her opponent, totally unprepared for the high velocity of the ball lunging toward him after the silent intimidation tactic from the tigress, panicked, ran quickly to the ball, and swung his racket to hit it back to the tigress’ side. His hit was weaker than Alex’s but that was because he wasn’t as avid of a player as she was. 

‘Thwack!’

After returning Alex’s serve, he already seemed out of breath; his hands were on both his knees and he was breathing heavily as he watched the tigress effortlessly make her way over to the ball he shot at her and shoot it right back at him. 

‘Thwock!’ When he saw how hard the tigress had hit the ball toward him again, he muttered an explicative under his breath, “Fuck.” pushed himself up straight, and dashed over to hit it back in her direction. “Hyuh!” he let out a grunt as he swung his racket and launched the tennis ball through the air. He watched as it only barely made it passed the net and bounced once before the striped feline hit it back over to him again without even breaking a sweat. When Alex swung her green and gray marbled racket against the ball, she didn’t let out any grunts, groans, or moans at all. Her jaw moved as she chewed her bubblegum, her tail floated around behind her as she zipped across the court at an incredible speed, and her skirt hiked up her thigh just enough to show an extra stripe on her inner thigh each time she hit the ball. 

Distracted by the tiniest skirt hike in the world, Alex’s opponent was a little slow to run in the direction where the bright green ball was headed. He launched himself as fast as he could when he realized his mistake and swung his racket with his arm outstretched as far as it could go, but the only thing he caught with his Wilson was air. 

‘Fwoosh.’ 

The green ball bounced on his side for the second time and rolled off to the back of the court. He grumbled, tilted his head back, and let out a sigh as he looked up at the sky. He stood still for a few seconds before he looked to Alex, who had walked over to the net and was leaning against it while she chewed her bubblegum obnoxiously loudly. 

“How do you suck so bad?” Alex said with a chuckle as the sound of her chewing gum echoed in the court. She then blew a nice big bubble in her gum while she looked at her tennis pal with raised brows. Her bubblegum bubble grew large enough to obscure most of her muzzle from view before it burst with a loud pop and she used her tongue to get it all back in her mouth. 

‘Pop!’

Alex’s tennis buddy rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulder. “You’re basically a professional, I only ever play when I come over to your place.” He shook his head and turned on his heels to walk and grab the tennis ball that rolled away. Once he grabbed the ball, he walked back to the tigress leaning over the net, and handed the ball over to her. Alex looked at the arm that he extended out to her and shook her head. “Nah, you serve. Maybe that’ll give you an edge.” She smirked at him. “Maybe you can do one of those super cool ping-pong serves you are always talking about.” She waggled her eyebrows at him and let out a chuckle. 

“That’s not how it works, Alex. That’s table tennis. You know this and table tennis are two different things, right?” he let out a bit of a chuckle, too, pulled his hand with the ball in it away from Alex, and began tossing it up and down in his hand the same way Alex did when she was the one dishing out the serve. 

Alex smirked as she watched her friend walk away and stood there staring at his poor imitation of her intimidation tactics. They were comically bad but entertaining. After a few seconds of watching, she pushed herself off the net and skipped her way back into position at the baseline. She confidently twirled her racket around in her hand like a sword as she waited for him to make his serve in a partial squat position. 

Her opponent’s intimidation tactics didn’t last very long, and within a couple of seconds of Alex getting into place, while she was still twirling her tennis racket in her hand, he threw the ball up into the air and hit the ball over to the other side. He hit it as hard as he could, causing the ball to rip through the air so fast he could barely see where it went. Luckily, it landed in Alex’s service box. Despite Alex being a little too overconfident with the racket twirling, her keen tiger senses were able to let her know that the ball was on its way. She quickly moved up to the ball and hit it right back across to the other side of the court.

‘Thwack!’ 

This time around, Alex was a little less aggressive with her returns since she wanted them to go back and forth for a little longer than three times. 

‘Thwock!’

‘Thwack!’

‘Thwock!’ 

Alex and her tennis sparring partner had a back-and-forth alright, a long one. And while the tigress wasn’t easy to wear out, her opponent who was panting and heaving heavily was still able to keep up, even if it was just barely. The tigress hit back, each time expecting him to not be able to return, but he did every time. She started to feel the burn; her legs aching just a smidge and sweat rolling off her forehead in beads that just kept reappearing.

“Getting tired, too, huh?” her friend chuckled through his pants for breath as he swung his racket to hit the ball into Alex’s court. 

‘Thwack!’

“Not as much as you are!” Alex replied, hitting the ball back just as she finished her sentence. 

‘Thwock!’

“Haaaaah. I might look tired, but I’ve got the stamina to do this for another hour, Alex. C’mon, just let me score.” he let out a grunt as he hit back and let out a hefty sigh that was followed by him rolling his shoulders. 

Alex spotted him rolling his shoulders after he hit the ball back, she ran to the ball as it bounced once on her side of the court and hit it back a notch harder than she had been doing before just to maybe get him to give up. She was getting a little tired, yes, but she wasn’t going to let him win points against her just because she was a little bit out of breath. “Oh, I could do this all day!” She shouted as she hit the ball, the closest thing she had done to one of those overtly painful and somehow sexual tennis player moans this session. Alex hit the ball a little harder than she realized, with those strong tiger arms causing the ball to zip through the air audibly, ‘Fwwwwwwwp!’ and catching her opponent completely off-guard. He wasn’t even done turning back from using his entire upper-body strength to hit the ball yet, and when he did, the ball flew straight into him; jamming him as they would say in tennis terms. 

‘Thwock!’ the green ball hit him directly in the crotch and caused him to drop his racket, drop to his knees with his hands covering the center of his tennis shorts, and croak out a painful sound. “Ooooooooofffff…” was the only sound he could make as he felt the wind (and his soul, almost) leave his body. In a panic, Alex ran over to him and got down to put her hands on his back and rub gently.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry, are you okay? Did I hit you in the…?” 

“Balls? Hh-yes…” he interrupted her. His face was a deep red and Alex could see a vein bulging on his forehead as he repressed the urge to scream bloody murder. He continued to croak out his painful groans for a few moments before he started breathing through his mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck, I am so so so sorry, let me get you an icepack. Wait here.” Alex got up and ran into her house as if her life depended on it. Her opponent leaned down toward the ground and curled up into a ball as Alex ran away. “Not… going… anywhere…”

Alex rummaged through her freezer to find an icepack for him, when she found it, she ran back out and placed it in his hands, then gently guided his hands to his crotch where he had his critical hit. “Hhhh cold… But that feels good…. Uhhhhhhnnn…” He became less and less responsive after the icepack was applied and Alex was scared to death that he would die. 

“Fuck fuck fuck! I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

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 A couple hours later, Alex’s friend was seated in one of the yard chairs enjoying a glass of iced tea. He had his legs kicked up on another chair and spread apart slightly to make room for the icepack still nestled right against his crotch. He watched as his tigress friend hit balls from the automatic ball launcher. He was impressed by how few balls she missed, even as the machine shot them out at shorter and shorter intervals each time. He sipped his drink and let out a sigh as he pulled the ice pack off his dick and balls. Right as he tossed the icepack onto the table beside him, a shadow cast over him and he looked up to see Alex standing right in front of him with her tennis racket resting over her shoulder as she blew bubbles in her bubblegum. She also had two tennis balls in her other hand and was rolling them slightly in her fingers for some reason. Once her bubble popped, she spoke; “Are your balls all better yet?” there was a hint of guilt in the tigress’ eyes. She really felt bad for hitting him straight in the gonads like that and you could really see it on her face. Gone was that intimidating tennis tigress, instead there was a cute and sympathetic one in her place. He stared at her for a few seconds before he nodded and answered her question. “Oh yeah. It’s a lot better now, don’t worry about it… Aches a little bit… But I’ll live to see another day. I’ve gotten hit way worse.” He chuckled. 

“Okay, shit, you scared me a bit there when you were on the ground, fetal position, I thought you were going to fucking die, dude.” The tiger chuckled and shook her head. “Anything I can do for you to make up for that? I feel really really bad…” Alex laughed and blew another bubble in her pink bubblegum. 

“Nah, I’m good, just gonna sit here for a bit… Probably going to be a bit before I can walk good…” he chuckled. 

“That’s not making me feel less guilty.” The striped feline whined. 

“Oh, you should feel very guilty…” he teased. He then let out a louder chuckle that caused him to wince in pain. “Ahh… Shit… Can’t laugh too hard…” 

Alex placed the hand she had the two tennis balls in against her thigh and stopped rolling them in her fingers. It was impressive how well she was able to handle two balls in one hand for sure. The way her fingers kept them secure, while not looking like she was squeezing too tight, nor looking like she was struggling with it was absolutely the thing that solidified her as a tennis professional. The tigress’ friend stared at the hand with the balls in them for a few seconds when he noticed the way she had her hand against her thigh had hiked her skirt up a little again. With how close she was standing to him and the low angle he sat at when her white skirt hiked up, he saw a little more than just an extra stripe or two on her inner thigh, he saw something he couldn’t believe. It wasn’t so clear at first, but he saw a slit, then a little pink fleshy button; that’s when he realized he was looking at her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under her skirt and hadn’t been the entire time they were playing. He did his best to keep his composure and not tip the tiger off that he saw her coochie, but it was somewhat hard to do, especially since the tigress was staring right down at him with a smirk spread across her lips. She blew another bubble, and when it popped, it startled him. 

‘POP!’

He jumped in his chair and redirected his gaze away from Alex’s pussy as fast as he possibly could. His eyes darted to the hand she had with those balls in them, which didn’t help him feel any less aroused, then he moved his gaze to her face as she chewed her gum. 

“Want some Hubba Bubba? Maybe that’ll take the edge off.” The tigress lowered her tennis racket and sandwiched it under her arm as she reached into her cleavage to grab a circular plastic case. Once she pulled it out, she handed it to him with a smile. Hubba Bubba Strawberry. 

“O-Oh, yeah, thanks.” He reached his hand forward to grab the case of gum, but when he pulled it toward him, the tigress wasn’t letting go. Her grip on the gum case tightened and so did the grip she had on those tennis balls. So much so that both things let out a small plastic-y creak.

“Unless you’d rather I blow on something else?”

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