Last Train (Watersports Version) (Patreon)

“That was a good match, Alex. I see you’ve been practicing with Wii Sports.” The wolf that Alex had been playing tennis against joked as she slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and took a big sip out of her obnoxiously large insulated water bottle. Alex, who was digging through her locker for her phone, let out a chuckle and turned her head over her shoulder to look back at the wolf. “Oh, fuck off, Cassie. You got LUCKY with that last point.” She chuckled. “It’s not my fault that my apartment building doesn’t have a tennis court like your MANSION does.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m pretty sure you can find a place that HAS one. It’s a big city.” Cassie rolled her eyes and adjusted the sling of her duffle bag before she headed out of the locker room. Alex wasn’t going to let her leave without landing a jab on her, too, though. 

“Mhm, if I had rich parents, I too could live wherever I wanted.” The tigress pressed the power button on her phone to see what time it was, but her phone didn’t respond; the battery was kaput. Letting out a sigh, she dropped her phone into her duffle, shut the door to her locker, and grabbed her tennis racket as she headed out. Catching up with Cassie, they walked out of the indoor sports complex together. 

“How are you getting home, Tigs? Uber?” the wolf asked her tiger tennis pal as she typed away on her phone, probably telling her driver that she was ready to be picked up. After a few loud clickity clacks of her claws against the glass of her phone screen, she looked up from her phone and at the tigress as they walked through the long corridor that took them from the locker rooms toward the lobby. Alex glanced at the pocket of her duffle bag where she had put her phone and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, my phone’s dead, so I’m just going to take the train.” 

Cassie’s privilege showed on her face when she heard the tigress mention taking public transportation to get home. Her nose scrunched up and she had a look on her face that if you saw it without any context, you’d have thought she caught a whiff of the worst smell ever known to the man; durian. When in reality it was the worst smell ever known to the 1%; poverty. “Aren’t you afraid of getting murdered? It’s public transportation, Alex, worse yet public transportation late in the night.” The thought alone was enough to make the wolf shiver. Alex let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes. “You watch too many movies, Cassie, when’s the last time you heard of anyone getting murdered on the train?” 

“It’ll be like The Mid-.”

“The Midnight Meat Train.” Alex cut her off and finished her sentence for her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes again. Cassie furrowed her brows and gave the tiger a confused look. “How did you know that was what I was going to say?” she asked. 

“Like I said, you watch too many movies. And it’s a Bradley Cooper movie, of course, I’m going to know it.” Alex laughed. After just a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the fancy and futuristic access gates that they needed to tap their membership passes against to be let in or out. With two beeps that happened within just a few seconds of each other, the girls walked through the access gates, pushed through the tall glass doors at the other end of the lobby, and stepped out onto the street. Once outside, Cassie smiled when she saw her driver in a black Mercedes waiting for her. The tint on the car’s windows was so dark that the driver had to roll his window down so that Cassie could see him. Alex was 1,000% sure that a tint like that was illegal, but there were different laws for wealthy people like Cassie.  

“You sure you don’t want a ride? My driver’s already here, and he’s paid by the hour, so you get a free ride home and you make me a little less of a rich bitch in the process.” The wolf raised a brow at her tiger friend and stopped walking once they were just a few feet away from her ride. 

Alex shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, “It’s alright, call it a lucky break for your driver, he looks tired and ready to head home to his kids.” The tigress gestured to the driver, who looked miserable sitting behind the wheel of that fancy German car. “Plus, if there’s any chance of me seeing Bradley Cooper on the subway, I’m going to take it.” She joked. 

Cassie let out a snorty laugh and shook her head. “Alright, alright. See you next week, Tigs. Put in some more hours on Wii Sports and maybe you can beat me.” The wolf stuck her tongue out as she walked up to her driver’s car, pulled open the door, and hopped inside. She closed the door behind her and the car wasted no time in driving off. Alex waved as her friend/tennis rival’s car drove off into the distance. And once the car turned a corner and she couldn’t see it anymore, she turned on her heels and walked toward the entrance to the subway station that was conveniently just a zebra crossing away from the sports complex. 

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Alex’s paws pitter-pattered against the tiled steps that took her underground to the subway station. As with most metro stations in metropolitan areas, it was a little bit run-down and colorless. Fluorescent lighting was efficient but it sucked the color of everything and made it all look sanitized (ironically) and cookie-cutter. And without the hustle and bustle of the usual daytime ridership, the station looked like something straight out of 28 Days Later. After walking down the stairs, Alex slipped by the empty ticket office and the ticket vending machines and made a beeline for the gates. She tapped her metro card on the reader and the gates opened to let her through. 

‘Beep.’

The tiger adjusted the strap of her duffle bag over her shoulder as she made her way down to the platform. It was so quiet that she could hear the electrical whirring of the lights and her own paw pads as they squished against the cold tile floor. She twirled her tennis racket around in her hand as she bounced down a few more flights of stairs. 

The platform was just as empty and eerie as the parts of the station closer to the surface were, the lights were bright, almost blindingly so, and graffiti, grime, and general ickiness were everywhere. Alex very quickly wished that she had chosen to put shoes on today. But most shockingly, there was not a single soul in sight, save for the occasional feral rodents that scuttled along the floor looking for food scraps. Not even the homeless bums you’d usually find sitting around, it was as if the people in the city just disappeared. The tigress had taken a midnight train many times before, and it was never this empty. With her two feet on the train platform, the tigress looked around before she moved from the foot of the stairs to the edge of the platform where the sign that showed the estimated arrival time of the next train was. Still twirling her tennis racket around in her hand, the striped kitty cat looked up at the sign and took a few seconds to process the information displayed on it. 

‘GREEN LINE: SOUTH (LAST TRAIN) ETA: 20 MINUTES.’ 

Just as Alex read the ticking LED sign, the announcement system played and startled her. 

‘Ding!’ 

“The next southbound Green Line train will arrive in approximately 20 minutes. Please note that this is the last train.”

“Jesus fucking Christ…” The tigress bounced back a few steps from the sign and almost dropped her tennis racket. With a heavy exhale she took a look at the sign again. A disappointed look spread across her face, her nose scrunched up, and her lips pursed into the poutiest pout. 20 whole minutes was a long time, and with her phone dead, those minutes were easily going to feel like hours. She idly kicked at a candy wrapper on the floor and walked away from the edge of the platform toward the big white wall lined with empty benches where she could sit down and wait.

She tapped her foot against the floor as she sat on one of the benches and waited. Her eyes bounced between the different LED screens playing ads for a bunch of things that people didn’t really need but really wanted. New phones, new TVs, and new streaming services among other things. It felt like she had been sitting there forever when in reality it hadn’t even touched a minute yet. Just to be sure, she glanced at the ETA for the train again. 

’ETA 19 MIN.’

With a frustrated sigh, she slowly started regretting turning down Cassie’s offer to give her a ride. She fiddled with her tennis racket as her foot tapping echoed throughout the station. She squeezed the soft rubberized grip on her handle and tilted her head to the side slightly. She flipped the blue racket that matched the rest of her blue tennis kit around over and over. She then turned over her shoulder to look at the wall behind her. She raised a brow and a smile slowly started to spread across her face. She set her duffle bag down unzipped it and stuck her hand into it to fish around for something; she had an idea. After a few seconds of clunks and clanks, as she rummaged through her messy tennis bag, she pulled out a tennis ball, tossed it up into the air, and caught it. Her smile grew wider as she rolled the green and fuzzy ball in her hand and ran her thumb over the white seam line. She stopped once her thumb ran over a small area of writing on the ball. 

The tigress stood up from the bench, turned around to face the wall, and took a few steps back. She stopped after taking seven steps, which was far enough to use the wall as a backboard but not too far that she was dangerously close to the tracks. The station where the tigress was now was one of the city’s bigger ones, one of the ones that connected to multiple other lines. This made the platforms a lot larger than your typical metro station platform, which was perfect to be used for a little extra tennis practice. She could use it, after all, to prove to Cassie that she wasn’t actually using Wii Sports to get good. 

Alex began bouncing the ball against the floor and the sound echoed throughout the empty station. 

‘Thock, thock, thock.’ 

Once she was ready, she tossed the ball up into the air and gently hit it toward the graffiti-splotched wall. 

‘Thwack!’ the ball flew through the air and smacked into the wall, bouncing back toward Alex, hitting the ground once, before she hit it right back. The sounds coming from her racket as she hit the ball back and forth with the wall were loud, but not anywhere near as loud as it would have been had the tigress been hitting the ball with her full strength. She had many reasons not to hit the ball as hard as she could, one of them being because she was pretty knackered from having played a lot of tennis already, but the main one was that she did not want to crack the tiles on the wall. She already paid way too much in taxes, she didn’t want the government to send her an itemized bill for retiling the subway station’s walls, too. 

The more she hit the ball, the more she had to move. It started out with her mostly standing in place as she bounced the ball back and forth with the wall in a straight line. But as the minutes passed, she hit the ball back at angles, which made the ball’s trajectory a little more unpredictable. 

‘Thwock! Thack! Thowck! Thack!’

After 10 minutes of back and forth with the improvised backboard, Alex hit the ball to the wall harder than she had been doing previously, but not hard enough to shatter any tiles. It was, however, hard enough for it to bounce back from the wall a little too fast than she would have liked. Tired and a little frustrated about turning down a free ride home, the tigress’s reaction time was slower as a result. And as the ball came barreling toward her, she extended her racket out a little bit too late. The ball hit the frame of her racket and veered off course. It bounced along the floor and headed toward the edge of the platform. When Alex realized this, she very quickly started running after it, muttering and mumbling to herself about how stupid it was to start playing tennis in an empty subway station. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. That was dumb, that was very dumb, Alex.” The tigress ran as fast as she could after the little green blur as it sped toward the tracks like a tennis ball determined to destroy the scrotum of a Wimbledon ball boy. Her paw pads squished against the tile floor and provided maximum grip as she dashed after her rogue ball. The green tennis ball only got faster as it lost its bounce, the shorter bounces meant they were more frequent, and the more frequent they were, the faster it was getting to the edge of the platform. Panicked to all hell, the tigress pushed herself to run even faster as the ball got closer and closer to bouncing right into the train tracks. 

“No, no, no, no!” the tigress shouted as the ball bounced off the edge of the platform. The tigress was only a millisecond behind the ball, but that millisecond meant she might have been a millisecond too late. The tennis ball shot through the air and the tigress slammed her feet down onto the platform to stop her momentum from sending her off the edge of the platform after it. She extended her arm out as far as she could after the ball, stretched her fingers out, and curled them in toward her palm in a last-ditch effort to save the green ball of fuzz from a terrible, terrible fate. 

‘Thwp!’ 

With her toes hanging off the edge of the platform and curled downward, the tigress had caught the ball in the nick of time. Letting out a sigh of relief that turned into almost maniacal chuckling, the tigress kept her arm extended out as she wobbled from having her toes over the edge. She turned the ball around to get a good look at it, let out a breathy relieved chuckle, and smiled.

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“So I just have to hit the ball against the wall?” a teenage tiger said as she pointed at the dark green wall in front of her. Dressed in her tennis uniform with a visor that was a little too big for her head, Alex looked at her PE teacher with all the confusion in the world on her face. “And this is supposed to help me how?” she furrowed her brow and shrugged her shoulders, flailing her arms and the tennis racket that she was holding in the process. 

Alex’s PE teacher, Mister Armstrong, was a spotted hyena about 30 years her senior. He was one of two PE teachers at the school and the only one who knew next to anything about tennis. He had a wife, kids, and that fatherly look and feel to him whenever he was teaching sports to the students. Alex took a liking to him, as he was one of the few teachers she could really tolerate. He always wore a shirt that was a little too tight for him and showed off his dad bod to the other faculty members and students, which made Alex feel a lot of things she probably shouldn’t have felt. But he was nice to her, and she really wanted to learn to play tennis, so they clicked and Alex stayed after school to practice with him a few days a week. 

“You’re too aggressive, Alex. You don’t have to hit the ball so hard all the time, you’ll get tired fast. Or worse yet, you’ll hurt yourself, or your opponent.” Mister Armstrong said with a chuckle as he stood behind Alex with his arms crossed. He was leaning against the chain-link fence that separated the tennis court from the rest of the school. It was mostly there to keep the balls from flying out and hitting random passersby, but it wasn’t too effective once you hit the balls hard and high enough. 

Alex furrowed her brow; her confused expression only getting stronger and stronger the more her teacher explained it to her. Young and full of sass and hormones, Alex let her confusion be known. “I still don’t get how playing tennis with a wall is supposed to help me.” The tigress’s tail swished around behind her to show her discontent with the whole idea. She looked at the wall, then back at Mr. Armstrong. “Why won’t you just let me practice against you?” 

The hyena raised his brow at his student and chuckled as he pushed himself from the chain link fence. The fence clinked and clanked as his weight shifted off of it and he made his way over to the tigress. He got close enough to place both hands on her shoulders to keep her facing the backboard. His big and strong hands gave her an encouraging squeeze, but the words that came out of his mouth were a little bit mean. “Because.” He paused; Alex could hear a snicker spreading across his face. “You will lose and you will be demotivated. You need to compete with yourself first before you can compete with me.” 

The tigress rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fiiiiiiiiiine… You keep telling yourself that, Trent. You’re just not ready for the student to become the master.” She laughed. The spotted hyena rolled his eyes at the tiger using his first name, a privilege that students were not supposed to have with their teachers, and gave her shoulders a playful shake before he let go. “That just means I’m Obi-wan… And you’re Vader. You know Vader is the bad one, right?” 

“And it’s Mr. Armstrong to you, Ms. Marx.” He continued. The hyena then handed the tigress a tennis ball, which the tiger took and started bouncing against the ground almost immediately. Three bounces, a couple brushes against her thigh to remove sand and sediment, then she tossed the ball up into the air and served. 

‘Thwack!’

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Alex stared at the tennis ball in her hand with a soft smile on her face. She had been staring at it for a while, she was so out of it that she didn’t even realize that the train she had been waiting for was approaching. Standing with her toes over the edge of the platform, if she didn’t move now, she’d get hit by the train. The lights from the train lit up her face and got brighter and brighter as the train got closer. The conductor blew the horn, which was able to get the tigress’s attention, but she was like a deer in headlights. 

That was until she was pulled back behind the yellow line on the platform a few seconds before the train rolled into the station. The tigress yelped as she was yanked back, her eyes wide and the grip that she had on the tennis ball tighter than the doors on a car that got t-boned by a truck running a red light at an intersection. She stumbled backward into the person who pulled her back from the edge of the platform’s arms.

“Hey! Hey! You’re okay. You’re okay. I got you.” The bystander who pulled Alex out of the train’s path wrapped their arms around the tiger, hoisted her up, and made sure she was stable and back on her feet before they let go. “Are you okay?” Alex felt hands on her shoulders turning her around to face the person who saved her. She was a little dazed and confused, but after a few blinks, she was able to get a better look at the person who pulled her out of harm’s way. 

It was a deer boy with brown fur, dark brown hair, and green eyes. He had a goofy smile on his face that made it obvious that he was concerned but tried to smile anyway. He wore a hoodie, jeans, and had a backpack slung over one shoulder with what looked like a rolled-up poster sticking out of the main pocket. Oh, and he had antlers on his head that looked a little bit like forks, which Alex spent a lot of time staring at. After a few blinks, she was fully back to reality and she quickly nodded her head. “Y-Yeah. I was a bit… Daydreaming there… Thank you. You might have just saved my life.” 

The deer loosened the grip on Alex’s shoulders and smiled. “Good, good, yeah, lucky I caught you just in time, huh?” he chuckled. The look of concern on his face faded away, but his smile was still a bit goofy. Maybe it was the white speckles on his snoot, maybe it was just how deer smiled when they were around predator species like tigers. Whatever it was, Alex liked it, and she started to smile, too. 

“You sure you are okay though?” the antlered boy raised a brow at the tigress and asked her once more just to be sure. The way he asked it was as if he was hinting at something, which Alex was able to pick up on immediately and shook her head to dismiss it. 

“Yeah! I wasn’t trying to do anything. It’s stupid, I was, ah, using the wall as a backboard and I lost the ball. Ran after it and caught it before it fell into the tracks.” The tigress gestured to the wall behind the deer and then to the tracks, where the train had come in. The deer’s eyes followed Alex’s hand gestures as she made them and he nodded slowly. Alex even brought up her hand that was holding her tennis ball to show him that she wasn’t making it up.

“It’s kind of a good tennis ball,” the tigress explained herself further. 

The deer nodded and gave the tiger’s shoulders a gentle pat before he pulled his hands off them. “Okay, as long as you’re good.” Just as he finished his sentence, the hydraulics on the doors of the newly arrived train hissed as they slid open. 

“This train is the southbound Green Line. This is the final train of the night.” The feminine robot voice blasted through the speakers on the platform. The announcement made the deer glance at the train, then at the tiger, then at the train again. “Well, uhh, this is my train, so I guess I better get going. Last train and all.” The deer rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, unsure how to end their interaction. On one hand, he wanted to triple make sure that the tiger was okay, but with the train that was sitting on the tracks being the last one for another five hours, he didn’t want to miss it. 

“Oh, yeah. I’m taking this one too, so… You go ahead. I just have to grab my stuff.” Alex gestured to the bench with her duffle bag resting on it with a smile. 

“Oh, okay, cool. Uh, have a nice train ride, then! And uh, don’t get your tennis ball near any dangerous places!” the deer smiled and put one hand on the strap of his backpack. He curled his fingers around it, smiled at the tigress one more time, and walked onto the train. Alex watched as the deer walked by her to get onto the train for a few seconds. It was clear that she was smitten. She was tired, he was cute, and he had just saved her life, so could you really blame her?

Realizing that she had stared at the deer for a little longer than she intended to, the tigress shook out of it and ran to grab her bag. 

“Just a second!!!” the tigress pleaded with the conductor who had stuck his head out of the door of the cab at the front of the train. With her bright yellow duffle bag slung on her shoulder, the tigress ran as fast as she could and practically leaped onto the train. Once she was on board, the train beeped and the doors closed with the same loud hiss that they made when they opened. 

With a heavy and out-of-breath sigh, Alex sat down on the plush ocean-blue seats of the train, dropped her duffle bag to her side, and rested her tennis racket up against the backrest of the seat. The train let out a loud electronic whine as it pulled out of the station and moved on to the next. Alex looked up at the train’s route map that was put up on the opposite side and counted the number of stations there were between the one they just pulled out from and the one where she had to get off.

“18, 19, 20…” she whispered to herself, out of breath. She let out another sigh when she remembered that her phone was dead and that she would have to sit through the whole ride without Candy Crush. When she thought about it again, she probably really should have taken Cassie up on that free ride. It took her a minute to catch her breath, and once her breathing returned to normal, she noticed that the deer boy from earlier was sitting right across from her. He had a sketch pad and a pencil in his hand and was scribbling away drawing something, glancing up from his sketch pad every now and again, and even smiling a little when he made eye contact with her. 

The train wobbled slightly as it rolled on the tracks, and occasionally the lights in the train car would flicker, it took about four minutes for the train to come to a stop at the next station. The doors opened, no one got on, and then the doors closed again. The electric whine was back again as it pulled out of the station and kept on going. 19 more stops to go. 

“So, what are you drawing?” Alex decided to break the silence and make small talk with the deer, who glanced up from his sketch pad and at the tigress when he heard her speaking to him. He raised his brows, too, but his pencil didn’t stop and he continued to sketch even while his eyes were locked on hers. “Just the scenery.” He said, his green deery eyes moving back to his sketch pad almost instantly after he answered her.

“Like, the train?” the tigress raised her brow at him and tried peering over to catch a glimpse of what he was doodling, but she was way too far away to be able to see anything other than the few thicker pencil strokes he had made near the upper part of his sketch pad. “Are you an interior designer for trains or something?” she added. 

The deer looked up from his sketch pad again and shook his head. “Nah, nothing that crazy; just an art student. Doing an assignment for a class.” He said the last part of his sentence rather begrudgingly. “Assignment is to do a study of the city, and since I take the subway home every day, I thought it’d be pretty easy to do.” He chuckled.

“Is it not?” the tigress asked, her head titled to the side ever so slightly. 

“I tried doing it during the day, but it gets so packed in here that I can’t pull out my sketch pad. So, I have to ride the last train, if I want to get any real drawing done.” He scoffed. His eyes went back to his sketch pad again only for them to return to Alex a few seconds later. Spotting her tennis outfit, the pleated skirt, and of course the tennis racket, he had a few curiosities of his own that he wanted sated. He brought his eyes back to his sketch pad, and asked; “I’m guessing you play tennis professionally?”

Alex chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, god no. I’d probably have my own court at home if I did. Not riding 20 stops to play tennis in the city if I had to do it professionally. It’s just a hobby for now.” She smiled. 

The deer boy nodded his head and continued with his sketching as the train came to a stop at another empty station. He looked directly at Alex for a good second and a half before he looked back down at his drawing.

Alex had a sneaking suspicion that the train might not have been the only thing he was drawing but she did not want to call him out on it. If he was drawing her, she would be flattered and had no reason to confront him about it, but if he wasn’t drawing her and she did confront him about it, it might end up being a rather awkward interaction. So, she kept quiet about it and watched him to see if he would look at her again. 

He did. 

It couldn’t have been a coincidence, right? He was giving her glances every now and again as he scratched on his paper with his pencil; he had to be sketching her. The tigress continued to watch the deer as he doodled for a few more stops, occasionally looking away to see if anyone was getting on the train. As the empty and relatively clean train pulled out from its fourth stop, an idea popped into her head. Her green eyes lit up and her lips pursed into a smile that really showed off her big fangs. She had to hide her smile before the deer glanced up at her again though, and she did that by turning to her duffle bag and unzipping it. 

‘Zzzzzziiiiiiip!’

The tigress plopped her bag into her lap and started rummaging through the sweat-soaked towels, half-empty water bottles, and sweatbands. She wasn’t really looking for anything, but she needed something to act as a cover for what she was actually getting up to. With one hand in her bag, falsely digging around, her other hand slipped down to her pleated tennis skirt and went under it. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her pink panties and gently pulled them down. Using one hand to pull off her underwear wasn’t as easy as it looked; it involved a fair bit of shimmying. But after a little wiggle of her hips to the right, then to the left, she was able to peel her panties down her thighs, underneath the commotion that she was making with her duffle bag. She let her panties settle around her thighs and waited for the deer to give her another glance before she continued. The glance came and went, and that was her queue. She leaned herself forward slightly and pulled the pink pussy-concealing fabric down her thighs to her ankles, after which she very quickly lifted her feet up off the ground and scrunched the panties up in her palm. The tigress’s heart was racing, but she was good at not letting it show. With her panties off, her pussy was pressed firmly against the faux-leather seats of the train. It was a little cold, which made the tigress clench involuntarily a few times as she got warmed up to it. 

The tigress pulled her hand out of the duffle bag and out came a tennis ball with it, the same one that she had used to bounce against the train station walls earlier. She then quickly put her hand that was hiding her discarded underwear into the duffle and dropped the panties in there. Panties off and secured, and tennis ball acquired, the tigress then zipped her duffle back up and placed it back on the empty space next to her with a sigh. 

The sigh caught the deer’s attention and his eyes came up from his sketch pad a little quicker than usual, but they went back down just as quickly. And while the deer wasn’t looking, Alex pulled her left leg up onto the seat, placed the tennis ball right in between her legs where her skirt had lifted up to expose her pussy, and started up some small talk with the cervid again.

“So how many stops until you get off?” the tigress asked with a smirk. The tennis ball rolled right up against her pussy, the soft fuzz ticking her just a teeny tiny bit. She had to resist the urge to grind against the ball because it felt pretty good. 

The art student looked up from his sketch pad, then back down again. He was about to answer the tigress’s question as he continued to sketch but his eyes darted right back up to his fellow train rider just to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. He laid his eyes upon the tigress across from him, with her leg up, skirt lifted by her thigh, and a very suspiciously conveniently placed tennis ball. He went wide-eyed and stared. For the first time during the entire train ride, his pencil stopped moving. And just like that, a cat had gotten his tongue. He could see a glimpse of the tigress’s pink flesh peeking just above the green tennis ball, and just that sight alone, along with how vulgar and taboo the whole thing seemed made his dick twitch and throb underneath his sketch pad. It throbbed so hard that it made his pencil do a rogue stroke that he very quickly erased in a panic, he didn’t want to ruin his assignment. After he erased the rogue stroke caused by his dick, he brought his eyes back to the tiger again. 

“I... I’m on until the terminus.” The deer swallowed saliva as he put all his mental power behind trying to redirect his eyes from the tennis ball covering up Alex’s cooch. Alex played it cool and pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary. She toyed with her ponytail, tilted her head to the side slightly, and raised her eyebrows. 

“Damn, that’s going to be a long ride.” The tigress chuckled. Her tail draped over the seat and flickered as she spoke. The tip of her tail brushed over the floor of the train car like a tiny broom, creating a little spot on the floor that was dust-free. The train continued barreling through the underground tubes until it started slowing down and coming to a stop at the next station. The brakes made the tennis ball roll off to the side just enough for Alex’s pussy to come into view. Pink glistening lips, a cute button of a clit up top, and just the slightest bit of moisture on the seat. Whether it was the tigress’s sweat or her pussy juice, the deer boy did not know, all he knew was that he wanted to keep staring and that he wanted to pick up his pencil and keep drawing, but with his dick throbbing as it got erect, he didn’t quite have a smooth and stable surface to keep doing so. 

Once the train stopped at the station and the doors shot open, the ball rolled back to cover Alex’s pussy back up again. And when the train pulled out of the station, the ball rolled away in the other direction. It was like a game of peek-a-boo with tiger pussy. 

The sound of his pencil strokes was the third loudest sound in the train after the electric whining and the crackling of the train on the subway tracks. His pencil was moving around fast, and his glances between Alex and his sketch pad became more and more frequent. He had an eye for detail, and with a model presenting herself in front of him like that, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass by without getting a little bit of sketching in. With his dick hard and continuously throbbing underneath his sketch pad and his pants, he had to move his sketch pad over to his knee to continue. But by moving his sketch pad to the side, he exposed the tent in his pants to the tigress, whose eyes locked right to it and she instinctively licked her lips.

“Have you ever played tennis before?” Alex continued with the small talk, asking questions here and there about various different things. Meanwhile, the deer was sketching the train and the lone passenger on the other side showing him her pussy. He didn’t bother putting detail into the train just yet; simple squares and circles with words written in them to describe what they were supposed to be sufficed for now. But when it came to the subject, the tigress, however; he put in every detail that he could. Every bit of her fur, the pattern of her stripes, the shape of her mound, and the folds on her clothing, too. The tennis ball was suspiciously missing from the page, though. The deer was sweating as he drew, for some reason, he felt hot; the AC in the train wasn’t broken, was it? He took his pen off of the paper for a moment to pull on the collar of his hoodie repeatedly to let some air in. He let out a heavy pant as his eyes locked on the tigress’s pussy again, and this time he stared for a very long time. 

The train made its way through the majority of the Green Line, passing through the stations one by one. The tennis ball rolled back and forth and brushed against the tigress’s pussy over and over. The fuzz on the tennis ball tickled the tiger in just the right places. After a while, the tigress bit her lip and let out a subtle sigh. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as they neared her stop. But the liquid that was coming out wasn’t the clear, sticky, and viscous fluids that sept out of her pussy from pleasure. Instead, it was a steady stream of gold that splashed and pooled on her seat and flowed over the edge and started to pool on the floor. 

‘Psssshhhhhhhhhh….’ 

The deer’s eyes widened; he did not expect to see the tigress urinating on the train. He’d seen homeless bums relieving themselves on the subway before, but not a hot tigress. His eyes followed the flow of her piss down to the floor and his nose started wiggling and dancing as he eagerly sniffed out the smell. He felt so bad about enjoying it, but he couldn’t help that his brain made it so that he found things like this incredibly arousing. His dick throbbed and he almost let out a whine as his eyes trailed back up the piss waterfall back to the source. 

The tigress continued to let go; her warm piss sounded like someone forgot to turn off their kitchen faucet. As time went on, her piss stream softened and it slowed to just a small leak coming out of her kitty cunt. She let out soft grunts as she pushed out the very last drops of her lemonade and smiled as she watched the deer stare at her pussy as it clenched and relaxed. 

“Uuuunf…” The tigress bit her lip as the very last drop of her piss left her bladder. The train started decelerating into the tigress’s final destination and the tennis ball rolled back to cover up her pussy and absorbed some of her piss with it. 

After watching Alex relieve herself, the deer resumed drawing and looked up at Alex when she picked up her duffle bag, slung it over her shoulder, grabbed her tennis racket, and held it over her shoulder all cool and sporty-like. She then grabbed the tennis ball from her crotch and stood up from her seat. As she stood up, a few drops of her piss fell from her pussy and splattered on the floor. He stared at the golden nectar as the drops fell from the tigress’s crotch in slow motion.

The tigress tossed the wet tennis ball up and down in her hand as she walked over toward the train doors. But before she got to the door that was on the same side as the deer boy who was sketching her, she made a pit stop to stand right in front of him. Once she was close enough to look down at him, she saw the sketch he was working on and grinned. She also spotted his name written on the top corner of the page, probably something required for submitting his assignment; Task.

“Here,” the tigress extended the tennis ball in her hand out to him and smiled. “You keep that, Task. Saw you looking at it quite a bit. Maybe I could teach you to play tennis sometime.” The train came to a stop with a squeak, and Task looked up at the tigress just in time to catch her wink at him. He took the ball, which was wet on one side and dry on the other, in his hand and nodded. “Th-Thank you.” He gulped. 

“Maybe you can show me that sketch when it’s all done, too.” the tigress adjusted the sling of her duffle and shrugged her shoulders. The doors of the train then opened with that soft hydraulic hiss and the tigress got off.

Slightly confused as to how he was supposed to send the tiger the sketch when he didn’t even know her name, the deer turned in her direction as she started walking off of the train. “Wait… How am I? Supposed… to send it…” but she was already too far away. He turned back to look at the ball in his hand, rotated it, and brought it to his nose for a sniff. As it hovered just a few centimeters from his nose, he noticed there was something written on the ball. With just one whiff of her pee and pussy juice and piss from the tennis ball, he pulled it back a bit to give it a better look. 

487-2539 Alex

“Huh. When did she write that?” Task mumbled to himself. The train doors closed with a loud hiss and clack and it rolled out from the station. The deer’s dick had never been so hard in his life.

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“Hhhhhyyyyyah!”

‘Thwack!’ 

‘Thud!’

“HHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHHHHHHH!”

‘Thwack!’

‘Thud!’ 

“Alright!” Mr. Armstrong blew his whistle at Alex to get her to stop smacking the tennis ball against the backboard. “That’s enough, Alex. I told you; you don’t need to hit it at full strength every time. You’ll wear yourself out and then we won’t be able to practice anymore.”

Alex caught the ball that was bouncing toward her in her hand and turned to look at her teacher who was comfortably leaning up against the chain link fence. “I told you, Mr. Arms, I am FINE. I feel fine.” The tigress was soaked in sweat, so much so that it not only had her fur dripping wet, but her clothes, too. Even the slightest movement resulted in a bunch of sweat being slung from her. Her breathing was heavy, too; she was panting for air with her tongue slightly lolled out of her mouth like a dog. 

The hyena rolled his eyes and walked over to the cooler that he had prepared for their after-school tennis session. He kicked it open with his foot and leaned over to pull out a bottle of blue Gatorade. He then walked over to the dry-heaving tigress and handed it to her. “You are not fine, young lady. And I do not want your mother coming in here and kicking my ass for letting you overexert yourself to the point of exhaustion.” He also handed her a towel to wipe the sweat up. 

The tigress took the towel and electrolyte drink begrudgingly. She popped open the drink, took a sip, and let out a refreshed sigh as the blueberry-flavored sugar water hit just the right spots. She then pressed her face almost violently into the towel to absorb the sweat. Once she pulled her face out from the towel, she slowly sat down on the court with her tennis racket in her lap and stared at that god-forsaken backboard that she blamed for making her tired. “You might be onto something there, Trent.” 

Trent looked at his student with a death glare and took in a deep breath before letting out a sigh that only disappointed Asian parents ever made. 

“I mean Mr. Armstrong, sorry. Your last name is… too long and I am… too tired…” The tigress leaned her head back and took in deep breaths as the hard swings she did with her racket caught up to her. 

“Told you.” The hyena snickered. “If you’re too tuckered out for today, we can resume next time. C’mon. Let’s pack up.” Mr. Armstrong turned on his heels and walked over to the cooler at the side of the court where he began packing up. Alex watched him walk for a few seconds before she pushed herself up from the floor, using her tennis racket as support (which Sir Armstrong over there would absolutely have yelled at her for had he seen her do it). She put her racket over her shoulder and tossed the tennis ball that she had in her hand up and down as she jogged over to help her teacher. 

With all of their things packed up, the tigress and the hyena walked back to the main school building. Alex held the towels and some empty drink bottles, along with her own gear while her teacher carried the cooler and the other heavier stuff like first-aid kits. As Alex waited for Mr. Armstrong to lock the tennis court behind them, she looked down at the ball in her hand and noticed that there was some writing on it. Confused, she furrowed her brow and tilted her head. 

“Why do you write your name and phone number on your tennis balls?” the young tigress asked. 

The hyena pulled on the gate to the tennis court hard and the padlock that he just clicked into place on it jingled but did not budge. Satisfied, he turned back to Alex just in time to hear her question; to which he chuckled and smiled. 

“If I lose them and someone finds them, they can return them! Tennis balls don’t come cheap, you know. Especially these Wilsons. I’m also more likely to be carrying sports equipment than I am business cards. It’s come in handy a few times.” Trent picked the cooler back up and started walking back to the school. Alex stood there, processing the information that she had just received for a few seconds before she followed behind him. 

“You use it to pick up girls, don’t you,” Alex said with a chuckle. 

Mister Armstrong did not respond. 

“Oh my GOD, you DO! That is so LAME! Did you do that to Mrs. Armstrong?”

Mister Armstrong still did not respond.

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Art by TotesFleisch8

This picture and story was voted on by you guys in January 2023! And the winning prompt was suggested by Ellwinde Kindle