Sign on the Spotted Line (Patreon)

Apartment hunting sucked. Having to deal with realtors, agencies, property managers, and even property owners was a nightmare. Not to mention, the whole “checklist” that you had to go through to make sure you were getting a good place, and not a shithole that just had a shiny coat of eggshell painted over it. Why did the YouTube videos of people apartment hunting seem like so much fun?

Alex had refrained from home ownership for the longest time, mostly because for most of her adult life having a place of residence that was all her own was out of reach. But she had also become attached to the place that she was renting after having lived there for so long. She begged and begged the owner to sell it to her and was even willing to give him more than what the market value of it was, but he wouldn’t budge. Thus, as her lease approached its end date, the tigress informed her landlord that she did not intend to renew, and started her apartment hunt in the city. She was a little bummed out about having to find a new place to buy, but also excited about potentially finding a place that was even better than where she currently lived. The bar for that was not very high, admittedly.

The tigress found a realtor through her manager Logan and visited three apartments in the general area surrounding her current one-bedroom apartment. All of them were two-bedroom ones, as the tigress now had enough money in her bank account to upsize a little. They were all great and ticked a lot of boxes for her, but they all came with their own pros and cons that she had to consider. One place had a great view, but a closed-concept kitchen that was depressing. Another had an open-concept kitchen, but the view from the balcony was the adjacent building where neighbors could peek right into her home if she had the curtains open. The third and last one that she looked at had a gorgeous view, an open-concept kitchen, and no adjacent building with potential peeping Toms either. It was almost perfect. The only drawback that it had was the lack of bidets in the bathrooms, oh, and an incredibly (hard emphasis on every syllable of that word) ugly green and white tile design in the kitchen that reminded her of the German holiday airline Condor and its appallingly fugly planes.

Alex sat at her dining table, surrounded on all three sides by dozens of semi-packed moving boxes. With her move-out date fast approaching, she really needed to make up her mind on which place she was going to buy. Her laptop was in front of her with photos and videos that she had taken of the apartments on it. She twiddled a pen around in her hand as her anti-blue light glasses slowly slid down her muzzle. With her hair tied up in a messy ponytail with loose strands and frizz all over the place, Alex cycled through all three of the apartment’s photos in the dark. The sun had set an hour ago and the only light in the room was from Alex’s laptop and the small dim screen of the smartwatch on her wrist. The more she cycled through the photos and videos, the more indecisive she became. She repeatedly clicked the button on her pen exposing and retracting its ballpoint tip over and over again. She was nervous, and for good reason; this was going to be one of the biggest decisions in her life so far, second only to deciding which record label to sign with. She had to choose between three then, too. Why was it always three?

If only the tigress could narrow her choices down to two. If only.

Alex put her pen in between her teeth, bit down on it, ran a hand over her frizzled hair, and let out a frustrated sigh. “Fuck,” the tigress grumbled as rubbed her temple, took off her glasses, and closed her eyes. She had been in her kitchen going over the details of the three different apartments since the sun was still out. Her goal had been to not get up until she had picked the one that she liked best, but now that nearly five hours had gone by and she still didn’t have a winner, it was time to give up and leave the decision-making for another day. 

Alex continued rubbing her temple for a few minutes until she felt her phone vibrate against the dining table. 

‘Bzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzzzt.’ 

Her phone screen lit up the kitchen a little more and her eyes quickly darted over to it. On it, was a notification from her text messages app, a bright green icon with the text “Verith Realtor” written beside it. If it wasn’t already blatantly obvious, Verith was Alex’s realtor. A snow leopard with grey, white, and black fur. Blue eyes, black hair with matching blue highlights, and a huge tail. His tail was so voluptuous that Alex wondered how he walked around showing houses without constantly tripping over himself.

Verith was a charmer and had a way with words. Even the most boring of topics about the housing market like mortgages and escrows sounded interesting when they came out of his mouth. After meeting him just a handful of times and touring the three apartments that he had procured for her based off of her preferences, she knew almost instantly why Logan spoke so highly of him. He was a professional who was incredibly good at what he did. The nice car, nice clothes, and nice watch that he wore were all testament to that. If that raccoon manager of Alex’s had a porn search history, “professionalism” would be one of the top search terms on that list, right alongside “incompetent worker gets punished”. But that’s assuming she even watched porn in the first place. Time was money to the raccoon, and paying for porn, even with time, was so not worth it in her book. She’d much rather pay interns. 

Alex picked her phone up from the table and held it in front of her face to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, she was able to see what the snow leopard realtor had texted her. 

Verith Realtor: Hey, Alex, were you able to pick a favorite yet? I can’t hold these properties for you forever, you know. 

Alex scrunched her nose as she read the text from Verith. As if she wasn’t under enough pressure to pick already, realizing that the hold on the three properties she was looking at wouldn’t last forever was like pouring gasoline on the fire that was already turning the tigress’s stripes into grill marks. She took a few seconds to think before she typed a response. 

Alex Marx the Spot: I can’t decide, they are all nice places, with pros and cons of their own. 😔

Once she hit send, she put her phone down, leaned forward, and stared at the screen on her laptop again. She cycled through the images and videos of the three different apartments once more just to see if one more look-through would help make up her mind. She spammed the right arrow key repeatedly and watched as the pictures of each place displayed on the screen. She saw the pros and cons of all of them all over again and even repeated some of them with her inner voice, but despite all of that, the pros and cons of every single place weighed out to equilibrium and continued to support her indecisiveness to no end. 

“Ughhhhh...” Alex groaned, slammed her laptop shut, and laid her head cheek down on the table. Her cheek smooshed against the table and she stared at the half-packed boxes that she still had to deal with. Just as she was about to groan and whine about the boxes she had procrastinated; she felt her phone vibrate again. 

‘Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt.’ 

Without lifting her head off of the table, the tigress reached for her phone and brought it up to her face. Surprisingly, even with her cheek squished against the table, it was able to unlock. It was another text from her realtor, who understandably was wanting to close the sale from Alex. Commission rates and all. With a swipe and a couple of taps, Alex was in her texting app again. 

Verith Realtor: Hm. How about another visit tomorrow? You looked most impressed by the third one we saw. Plus, the owners are willing to go 50K under list price.

Alex read the text in her head and furrowed her brows. The third one she saw was the one with the abhorrent kitchen. It was about time that the owners realized how bad the kitchen was and lowered the price to reflect the redo that would be needed. With a 50,000-dollar discount now part of her pros and cons to consider, she stepped out of her state of indecisive equilibrium by about an inch and was now leaning just a little toward that option. She wasn’t totally sold on it though. Maybe another tour through the property like Verith suggested was a good idea.

The tigress remained in her awkward position with her phone in front of her face and slowly typed up her response. After a few seconds of tapping her phone’s screen, she hit send. Her phone made a cute little whoosh sound as the message was flung across the network. 

Alex Marx the Spot: That’s a good idea. One more tour and I should be able to make up my mind.

Verith was quicker to reply this time around. In just seconds, another text bubble from him popped up on the left side of Alex’s phone screen.

Verith Realtor: Great! How's tomorrow around noon-ish sound? I can bring us some lunch, too. Chick-Fil-A. 

There he was again, being the professional that he was with his infuriatingly outstanding customer service. Oh, if only Logan could read the texts between her and Verith now, she’d be wetter than that one time she slipped and fell out in the New York snow. 

Alex scoffed at the very obvious use of a free lunch as a method of persuasion and rolled her eyes as she typed back her response.

Alex Marx the Spot: Chick-fil-A? Now you’re just trying too hard. 

Alex Marx the Spot: I’ll have a Spicy Deluxe Chicken Sandwich meal.

What? She wasn’t going to say no to a free lunch. 

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“Now, I know you said the kitchen looks like shit. But with 50K off asking price, you could put that money into any kind of kitchen you want.” Verith said with a smile as he led Alex through the apartment and into the ugly green and white kitchen that was straight out of an interior designer’s nightmare. Dressed in a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms and black slacks that the hem of his shirt was stuffed into, Verith leaned against the hideous, but spacious and sturdy island in the center of the kitchen and smiled at Alex. “You can do a lot with 50 Gs.” He repeated and raised his eyebrows as he thought of some examples of what could be done with such a large sum of money.

Alex hated the kitchen the first time that she saw it, and now seeing it for the second time with the 50 grand discount in mind, she still hated it. She fought hard to not cringe as her eyes darted around every square inch of the horrible Willy Wonka fever-dream kitchen; from the white and green tiles that adorned the floor to the white and green striped backsplash, the bright green kitchen island top and the matching stools. If she decided to buy this place, the kitchen would have to go as fast as possible, to minimize the risk of the look growing on her. Alex did not want to end up in a click-bait listicle on TMZ about the worst celebrity homes ever. Logan would kill her. 

“I COULD do a lot with 50K. But renovation seems like an awful headache. Unless you guys offer those services too?” Alex cooed as she directed her gaze to the snow leopard and walked by him to further inspect the kitchen. “Appliances aren’t ugly, so those can stay… It’s just the green and white coloring that is so God-awful. It’s like it was designed by someone else entirely, compared to the rest of the space.” Alex reached her hand under the kitchen island to open the oven and inspected the inside before she closed it shut and turned to look at Verith again. 

As Alex brushed by him to take a more in-depth look at the kitchen, Verith slowly turned around and let his gaze follow her. Eventually, he turned a full 180 degrees and stood facing the kitchen island that he was leaning against just moments earlier. The kitchen was the last stop on the two-bedroom apartment tour, which was perfect for their plan to have lunch together, even though the time was a lot closer to the evening than noon now that they had walked through the entire apartment. With a shrug of his shoulders, Verith plopped two paper bags with the Chick-fil-A logo on them onto the counter and sighed. “Well, when the rest of the market learns about the 50K price reduction, everyone is going to want it. I already have Blackstone BEGGING me to let them have this place, and the new list price isn’t even public yet. Fucking sharks.” The snow leopard chuckled as he rummaged through the paper bags full of fried chicken deliciousness and started setting out the sandwiches, chicken tenders, salads, fries, and drinks.

Alex continued looking through all the built-in appliances that were going to come included with the place. After the oven, she checked the fridge, the microwave, and the dishwasher. They all looked pretty much brand new to her, like most of the furniture that was in the apartment. Weird, but she wasn’t one to question a good deal in her favor. That was until she saw that the plastic protective film on the microwave that is applied in the factory was still present on what normally would be the most used appliance in any household. She furrowed her brows, turned to look at the snow leopard, and pointed at the microwave. “And all these appliances are brand new? Why are they brand new?” 

Verith looked up from the counter where he was plating out their lunch and raised his brows at the tigress. When he heard her ask about the condition of the appliances, he chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, owners said they originally bought the place to use it as an AirBnB, and it was like just before the AirBnB ban last year. They never had a chance to list it, procrastination, they say. So, everything in here is brand new. Furniture, plumbing, flooring, lighting, everything.”

The striped feline had a certain look on her face, one that Verith, over the month that he got to know her as a client, recognized. Her brows furrowed, she pointed her index finger up, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. She repeated this a few times before Verith interrupted her and answered the question he already knew that she was about to ask. “Yes, the kitchen is also brand new. No stains on the backsplash at all, see?” He gestured to the aforementioned backsplash before he continued taking the food out of the paper bags. 

Alex turned to look at the backsplash, squinted her eyes, and stared at it for a few seconds before she nodded. “Huh.” 

“Ta-da!” Verith waved his hands over the spread of Chick-fil-A that he had set up on the kitchen island with a smile and gestured for Alex to come over and join him. He pulled out one of the ugly green stools from under the island and sat down. He waited for Alex to sit down, too, before he unwrapped the foil keeping his sandwich warm. 

The tigress joined the snow leopard at the kitchen island. Once she was sat on her stool, she grabbed one of the foil-wrapped sandwiches labeled “Spicy Deluxe” and started to unwrap it. She tore a hole in the shiny aluminum with a claw and peeled the wrapper just enough to expose half of the sandwich. A gush of steam came out when the chicken sandwich was subjected to the elements and the smell of the slightly molten pepper jack cheese on top of a well-seasoned and crispy fried chicken fillet filled the surrounding area like a can of Febreze had exploded right in front of her. Her nose wiggled and danced and she slowly moved her face closer and closer to the sandwich before she took a big ole’ bite out of it. Her sizable saber fangs sliced through the bun, cheese, chicken, lettuce, and tomato like a hot knife through Styrofoam and she closed her eyes as the perfect blend of herbs and spices sizzled into her tastebuds. “Mmmmm, Chick-fil-A never disappoints.” The tigress said through a mouthful of chicken as she chewed and slowly opened her eyes back up. She slowly pulled the chicken sandwich away from her mouth as she chewed and dropped a small piece of tomato that only barely missed ruining the white tank top that she was wearing underneath an unbuttoned cream-colored cardigan.

Verith took a bite out of his chicken sandwich, too, and he had just about the same reaction to it as Alex did. The tigress was right, it hit the spot, and boy did it hit good. He chuckled when he heard the tigress’s high praise for the fast-food chain. “Mhmm.” He nodded as he chewed his bite. “Except with the homophobia and extreme religiousness.” He pointed out just before he swallowed the food in his mouth with a loud gulp. He then reached for his drink, put the straw in his mouth, and took a sip. 

Alex swallowed her bite, too, and took a sip of her own drink. She almost snorted when Verith mentioned the bad bits about Chick-fil-A. Had she been in a public setting, or on TV, the tigress would have refrained from commenting on it. But since this was a private conversation, she needn’t adhere to her media training. “Man, that sucks, their chicken is so good though.” She went in for another bite. The tigress closed her eyes again as she savored the flavor. After chewing and swallowing, she set her sandwich down for a second to grab herself some waffle fries and shoved them into her mouth with a loud and satisfying crunch. 

The conversation between Alex and her snow leopard realtor died down as they enjoyed their lunch, but after about ten minutes of them silently enjoying their food, Verith broke the silence with a very important question. 

He smacked his lips, wiped his slightly greased fingers on some napkins, and almost leaned back when he realized that he was sitting on a stool. He quickly corrected course and leaned forward to rest on his elbows instead. “So, what are your thoughts? Think you can decide on one you like best, yet?” Verith smiled at the tigress and looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. Alex half expected him to pull out the documents for her to sign right then and there if she showed any sign of leaning one way or the other. She looked right back at him with her glistening green eyes and froze for a few seconds before she let out a dry chuckle and shook her head. 

“I still can’t make up my mind. I’m the most indecisive person ever, as I am sure Logan has told you. Every single place has good things and bad things about it!” the tigress grumbled as her inability to make a decision began to frustrate her again. 

Verith couldn’t help but chuckle at the tigress’s continued stubborn indecisiveness. As a realtor, it was a little annoying that she hadn’t made a decision yet, but as a friendly snow leopard just trying to help the tigress find the perfect home, he found it amusing. He’d had stubbornly indecisive clients that were much worse than Alex before, so he wasn’t worried. He knew he’d be able to convince her to pick one of the apartments that he showed her, one way or another.

The snow leopard was incredibly attractive, by most if not all standards. He was a good mix of feminine and masculine. Muscular and fit where it mattered, chiseled jawline, perfect teeth, gorgeous eyes, immaculate hair, and a slight overbite that sent both men and women everywhere into a frenzy. It was a miracle that he hadn’t become a TikTok trend yet, #HotRealtor was the perfect hashtag for him. Verith wasn’t unaware of his good looks, either; he knew he was a handsome fella. Oftentimes it resulted in him being just a tiny bit vain, but a guy with looks that could kill and sell a house at the same time definitely had a bit of leeway in terms of being vain, just a smidge. The snow leopard could often tell when someone fancied him, too, or at least if they found him attractive. A skill he called his “Thirst-o-Vision.”

Alex found the snow leopard attractive. She thought he was pretty handsome and charming, and that he had really sexy broad shoulders. Verith knew that, minus the interest in his shoulders, thanks to his Thirst-o-Vision, which never failed him. 

Verith found the tigress attractive, too. Cute, a fellow feline, and smaller than him. She checked a lot of the boxes for him, too. As a realtor, he learned that it wasn’t unprofessional to flirt with clients. Being charming and likable was part of the playbook for becoming successful in the field. A little wink here and there, a slight touch to the hand, a purr, or a sensual hug that lasted way too long were all fine and ethical. It was only unethical when you started going beyond, into things like kissing, licking, and sex. As a professional, Verith NEVER did any of that. 

Never. 

“Oh, c’mon, Alex, you’re killing me here. I can’t hold these properties in limbo forever. These owners, they want to sell, get on their private jets to their tax haven, and enjoy frozen margaritas by the beach before the summer is over.” The snow leopard chuckled and took a sip from his now near-empty soda. After just a short sip, his straw started to slurp. He set the Chick-fil-A cup down, cleared his throat, and let out a refreshed sigh. He kept his eyes on the tigress and waited for her response, which was taking a little longer than usual. As he waited, his eyes started to wander in the typical way that a man’s eyes would. His gaze slipped down from her eyes to her chest. The tank top that she wore under her cardigan had a slightly low-cut neck, which allowed him to stare down her shirt and see a little more of her chest’s curves than she probably wanted him to. Verith was subtle with it, though, his eyes didn’t dart down to look at her knockers immediately, no, that would have been unprofessional. A professional knocker-gawker like him had to slowly transition out of eye contact down to chin contact, then neck contact, before finally throwing his gaze into the tits. The tigress was too busy looking around the kitchen to notice, even if he were to go the unprofessional route anyway, but he had his methods and stuck to them. 

Alex had to think about her answer carefully. She knew that Verith was financially motivated to get her to sign, so she knew that she most likely couldn’t trust him entirely, but his charm, his looks, and how she felt slightly attracted to him were clouding her judgment. Did it count as having impaired judgment when you were aware of it? Surely, not.

The tigress was in a hurry to have her own place; her lease was up and she decided not to renew. Time was of the essence, but no matter the pressure she felt from her move-out date fast approaching, her not wanting to ruin the chances of the sellers having their tax-haven getaway, or her hot broad-shouldered sexy realtor pushing her to make up her mind, she still wasn’t sure. 

“I… Ugh… I don’t know, Verith. This just seems like a huge decision to make on the spot.” Alex chuckled embarrassingly, laced her fingers on both of her hands together, and stretched her arms across the island. The fur on the back of her neck fluffed up slightly as she did her stretch and she let out what could only be described as a cat noise. It was similar in cadence to a yawn, but with a lot more meowing added to it. After her stretch, the tiger pulled back, slouched in her stool, and turned to look at the snow leopard who was staring at her tits.

Verith enjoyed a good top-down of the tigress’s little sisters as she leaned over the kitchen island and stretched her arms out. When she retreated from the island and slouched in her seat, his eyes followed her, but he was smart enough to bring his gaze back to the tigress’s just in time. “Well, you ARE Alex Marx the Spot, sounds like it should be easy for you to make on-the-spot decisions. Plus, you LOVE the place, I can see it in your eyes. The bedroom with the floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the river? Where else are you going to find a place with a view like that?” His eyes darted down to Alex’s cleavage at his second mention of the view in an involuntary response which he quickly corrected and bit on the tip of his tongue to snap himself out of it. “And the bedroom is big enough for two, three, hell, even five or six people if you’re into that type of stuff.” The snow leopard teased with a sly smirk and a wink that just oozed charm and sex appeal. 

To Alex's eyes, Verith’s smirk stretched into his left cheek in slow motion and his wink had so much force behind it that she could see his lashes whip and curl as they sliced through the air. When his eyelid fully closed over his eye to complete the wink, his lashes bounced like the CGI hair did in shampoo commercials. Alex was jealous of his eyelashes; oh, so jealous of them. She wanted to ask him if he had any mascara on, but she really didn’t want to know the answer to that question. If he didn’t have any on and they were au naturel, she would have been furious. 

“Ha-ha, very funny.” The tigress rolled her eyes and shook her head. Verith’s comment about Alex potentially being into having six people in her bedroom was a reference to her song “1:5 (one to five)”. A song about how she often had to deal with being the only squad member left alive in her favorite e-sports game Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six: Siege. The press, her fans, and practically everyone who wasn’t in the loop about the game took it as a song about her taking part in an orgy with five other people. Although, she did make all the real in-game scenarios and mechanics sound like innuendoes on purpose when she wrote the song, just because she thought it would be very funny for the true R6S fans to try to explain to all their friends that the song was not about sex and for no one to believe them. 

The tigress never answered any press questions about the song directly, either, and the lyric translation website Genius was chocked full of BS that some self-proclaimed language and music expert thought they were able to decipher just because they had an English degree and could word good. The tigress considered letting her realtor in on how the lyrics “busting inside with no protection” from the song was her describing using thermite to blow open a reinforced garage door but decided against it since it would ruin the fun of the song if it leaked. 

Her lips curled into a smirk of her own and she raised a brow at the snow leopard. The tigress distinctly remembered that during their first conversations together without her manager Logan present, Verith had told her that he hadn’t actively listened to her music outside of occasionally hearing it on the radio or in some movies and ads. But if he didn’t actively listen to her music, then he wouldn’t have heard 1:5, since the song was full of expletives and Alex refused to create a radio edit because the song “wouldn’t be as fun.”

Having caught the snow leopard in a lie, the tigress’s smirk continued to curl into her right cheek as she gave him the “gotcha” look. 

“I thought you didn’t listen to my music, huh? Mister ‘I’m too good for pop girly music’.” Alex raised her left brow up halfway into her forehead and turned her entire body around in her stool to face the spotted winter cat. 

“I never said I was too good for pop girly music.” Verith defended himself and chuckled. “And I wasn’t lying, I didn’t listen to your music. But I got curious. What kind of realtor would I be if I didn’t get myself familiar with my client’s work and use clever wordplay with her lyrics to get her to ‘make a fucking move already’, huh?” The snow leopard quoted one of Alex’s lyrics to her, just like he said he would do. He didn’t sing it, but even as spoken word, it sounded sultry and seductive. The swearing wasn’t very professional of him, though. 

The snow leopard let his eyes wander a little and watched Alex bite her lip in an involuntary response to what was just pure sex appeal pouring out of him. Once he saw the tigress’s lip bite, he knew he probably had the sale in the bag. 

Verith’s charm was working on Alex and it was working well. After Alex noticed that she was chewing on her lip, she quickly stopped and tried to avert her gaze away from her realtor as he leaked sex appeal and attractiveness like water out of a busted faucet. Faulty faucets were no good, and as an expert in housing, the snow leopard realtor should have known better. If he kept going, something was going to get wet, or someone, and water damage was an expensive fix.

Alex tried, tried, and tried to stop looking at her #SexyRealtor, but failed. It was hard for her not to look at him; with his gorgeous blue eyes, luscious black and blue hair, and alluring Cheshire Cat smile. His charm was like a super strong magnet and Alex was a shiny piece of steel being pulled toward it whether she liked it or not.

The tigress didn’t know how to feel about being attracted to her realtor, it felt weird, wrong in a way. She had some peace of mind knowing that the 50,000-dollar discount was discussed before the snow leopard's flirting started. 

“Some of your music is pretty good,” Verith said with a nod of approval. Flattery only made the magnetic pull that the snow leopard had on the tigress stronger. Why, oh why did he flirt so well? He smiled at Alex, moved one of his hands to place it over hers, and gave it a squeeze.

Alex tensed up when she felt Verith place his hand over hers. The squeeze that came after made her tail flicker behind her and swish across the floor. Her eyes darted to Verith’s hand that almost completely covered hers and stared at it like a moth at a flame. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, and she went silent for a few seconds.

The tigress’s silence made Verith raise a brow at her. And he was just about to say something to break the silence when suddenly, the tigress stood up from her stool and pressed her lips into his.

The snow leopard should have been caught by surprise, but he wasn’t. Since he was a good bit taller than Alex was, he didn’t have to get up from his stool for the kiss, either. He took his hand off of hers, cupped her cheek with it, and closed his eyes as he leaned into the kiss. He turned his muzzle sideways just a little and parted his lips to make room for both his tongue to leave and for Alex’s to make itself at home. Alex’s lips were soft and her tongue as rough as his (they were felines after all). Verith stood up slowly as he traded saliva with Alex. As his tush left the stool he had been sitting in for the better part of an hour, he gently tightened the cup his hand had on her right cheek while his free hand moved down to hold onto Alex’s ass. He gave both of her cheeks squeezes as they kissed and he started to purr as he pushed his tongue into Alex’s mouth. 

Who would have thought that Alex would have elected to plug up the realtor’s leaky sex appeal with her mouth?

Both Alex and Verith tried their best to stay as still as they could while they kissed. But with their eyes closed and how aggressively they were going at it, it was a little difficult to stay standing awkwardly in between two stools by the kitchen island. Around 20 seconds into the kiss, Alex’s hands had wandered a bit, too, and she grabbed the snow leopard’s caked-up ass with both hands like a crazed TikTok influencer snatching the last limited-edition Stanley cup from a child in Target. Her claws dug into his slacks just enough for him to feel them and caused him to pull away from the kiss as if her pokey fingers triggered a clause in his realtor’s pledge of allegiance that had all the ethics and morals rushing back to him. 

When the snow leopard pulled away and the kiss broke, a thick string of saliva remained as a bridge between their lips as they slowly opened their eyes up and stared at each other. With heated pants and slightly red cheeks coming from the both of them, it became a staring contest to see who would lick their lips first and break the spit bridge that resulted from their kiss. 

Alex lost; she licked her lips and sliced the newly formed “more than just my realtor” bridge between them. She looked a little ashamed at what she had done, because who kisses their realtor, right? But there wasn’t any regret in those green eyes of hers, not one single speck. Her heart raced at a breakneck pace, she just kissed her realtor and she liked it. Maybe she could write a song about that.

Verith watched as Alex licked her lips and cut through the saliva string that connected them together with her tongue. He licked his lips, too, and stood there holding Alex’s cheek as he looked directly into her eyes. He ran his thumb over the stripe on Alex’s cheek that drew a curve under her eye and smiled as he saw the embarrassed expression spread across the pop star tiger’s face. 

Alex looked up into Verith’s eyes as his hand cupped her cheek. “We… Shouldn’t,” she said in a whispery voice. Her words tried to paint a picture of her not wanting to move forward with whatever this was, but the way she said it painted a completely different picture. The slight pause between her words and the way she never broke eye contact with him was sufficient evidence to support the contrary. Not to mention, one of her hands that was on his tush had mysteriously made its way to the front of his slacks and cupped against his groin. If Alex wanted to keep her relationship with her realtor strictly professional, she would have stuck to handshakes, not handjobs.

Verith’s smile only grew wider when he heard Alex’s uncertainty. He found it amusing that her indecisiveness stretched outside of the housing market as well. When he felt her hand move to grab at his crotch through his pants, though, he realized that maybe she wasn’t indecisive about everything. 

“Says who?” The snow leopard raised his brow inquisitively as he ran his thumb over the tigress’s face markings again. “We’re still keeping it professional. This is still part of the showing.” Verith murmured as he felt his dick twitch ever so slightly in response to having the tigress’s hand up against it. Even through two layers of fabric, his dick was able to sense that it was on the verge of getting attention. And just like him, his dick loved getting attention.

 “Just think of it as a showing of our world-leading hospitality.” Verith’s smirk made him look punchable, so punchable that Alex clenched her hands into fists. But her hands were groping him, so all she ended up doing was squeezing his ass and his crotch, which in turn only made the snow leopard more excited to give her a deeper tour of the master bedroom. 

Alex went silent for a few seconds as she considered whether or not it was a good idea to fuck her realtor. At a glance, to almost anyone, it had “bad idea” written all over it. But she wasn’t making any progress in deciding whether she wanted to buy the apartment anyway, and sitting around thinking about it like she had been doing for the past month or so wasn’t going to get her any further. Maybe a good lay of some pipe in the bedroom would sell her on the place more. She was looking for a place that was a little more soundproof than her current rental, too, why not kill two birds with one dick?

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” the spotted cat continued his sales pitch to the tigress. Alex was already sold on the in-depth bedroom tour, so he really didn’t need to convince her to be discreet. Besides, if her manager Logan were to find out, (which was more than likely with how she seemed to see all and be all) an NDA would arrive in his inbox before the pussy juice on his dick dried. Alex had no problem keeping it hush-hush to save him the trouble.

The look of uncertainty on Alex’s face slowly faded as she felt Verith’s dick through his pants. Expecting to feel what usually was a flaccid dick that would grow a little later on after some foreplay, she went a little wide-eyed when she felt what she thought was an actual third leg that the black and blue-haired cat boy was hiding in his pants. 

Alex’s eyes very quickly darted downward to look where she was groping to confirm what she felt. The outline of Verith’s dick was clear when she squeezed the crotch area of his slacks. And while Alex wasn’t good with eyeballing measurements, she knew what ten inches felt like. Verith’s dick wasn’t stiff under his slacks yet, either, as Alex could still feel his meat squish a smidge as she curled her fingers around it. When she brought her gaze back to the snep’s, she was met with a shit-eating grin that stretched from ear to ear and an aura of smugness and confidence as he nodded his head. 

“Mhm,” Verith answered Alex’s question before she could even ask it and Alex’s eyes dropped down to her hand on his crotch again. 

“Wow.”

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Verith and Alex resumed their kissing as they moved from the kitchen to the bedroom on the other side of the apartment. It took them a lot longer than normal to get to the master bedroom as they had to navigate the fully-furnished apartment blind. The two felines enjoyed the taste of each other’s mouths as they clumsily bumped into a couch, a bookshelf, and a pair of fake plants. Alex looped her arms around the back of Verith’s neck and he kept his hands on her tush as they cautiously stepped into what they assumed was the master bedroom based on their previous walkthroughs of the space. After backing a little over a dozen steps into the room, Alex bumped into the foot of the bed and they both came to a stop. 

“Mrrrrfnnn…” 

Their kissing continued for a few more minutes, with Alex eagerly sucking on the snow leopard’s tongue as he stuck it down her throat. When the kiss finally broke, they both opened their eyes back up, smiled at each other, and took a second to breathe. One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four; Verith unbuttoned his shirt, Alex pulled off her cardigan, and they both threw their discarded clothes at the door with just enough strength to force it closed.

‘Clk.’ The door clicked into its latch and Verith moved his hands to undo the belt holding his slacks to his weightlifting physique. Alex couldn’t quite tell how fit he was until he got out of his shirt. And boy was he fit. His pecs were shapely, not the steroid kind of shapely, but chiseled like marble statues of what the ideal male physique was in ancient Roman times. He had abs, too. Not washboard, but enough to be felt by a blind person and read out as braille. The tigress couldn’t help herself and almost immediately put her hands on the snow leopard’s torso. She smiled as her fingers trailed over the small trenches in between his individual abs and looked up at him as he shimmied his way out of his pants. 

Verith lifted his feet off of the ground one at a time to free himself of his pants and snickered softly as the tigress felt him up. He stood in his boxers and allowed her all the time in the world to grope, rub, and play his abs and pecs like piano keys. His purrs got louder and louder the more the tigress felt him up and he let her do so for about a minute before he gave her a little hint that it was her turn to strip some more. He dug his fingers into the waistband of her pants using the hands he had on her ass, gently tugged at them, and pulled the tigress close enough to him that the bulgy pouch in his boxers pressed against her abdomen. 

Seeing the snow leopard’s dick under the thin layer of fabric really gave Alex a good idea of how big he was. When she groped his dick through his pants, she could feel that it was pure heft, but seeing it test the limits of his boxers without even being erect yet had her amazed. Her hands continued to slide up and down the snep’s torso, with the tigress repeating the process and making three roundtrips from abs to pecs before her hands slowly slid down past his abs and towards the pretty silky black boxers that he had wrapped around his package like a Christmas present that struggled to keep what was underneath a surprise. Her hands were just about to reach the snow leopard’s package when she felt him tug on the waistband of her jeans. Her hands stopped just a few millimeters shy of the Yves Saint Laurent tramp stamp on his waistband and she pulled them away to deal with her jeans. The tigress undid the button, pulled down her zipper, and kicked her way out of her jeans in a matter of seconds, revealing the strawberry ice cream pink panties that she wore underneath. After a couple of shakes of her feet to get her jeans completely off her, Alex moved her hands to grab the hem of her tank top and peeled it off of her like it was a loose wrapper on a Snickers bar. She crossed her arms over each other as she grabbed her shirt, pulled her arms up, and tossed her shirt off to the side into oblivion. Once her tank was off, her tits bounced and jiggled as gravity pulled on them. Without the support of her tank top keeping them nice and squished together, they were free to move about like titties often did.

Verith watched as the tigress stripped down to what he would consider an equivalent to how naked he was. His eyes almost immediately were attracted to her cute dessert-colored panties, but he was only able to look at those for a second or two, as when Alex’s breasts busted free from the confines of her tank top that gave her maximum cleavage, his eyes very quickly moved on to those. His hands were just as quick to grab her tits as if they were grips on a rock-climbing wall. He curled his fingers around her little chest mountains, placed a thumb onto each of her nipples, and pressed down on them gently as if they were buttons of some sort. They were kind of buttons, in a way, as when Verith pressed down on them, Alex let out the cutest little moan that he had ever heard.

“Aaah…” 

Verith’s ears flickered when Alex let out her moan and he looked at her with a raised brow. He didn’t say anything to her and just stared. He held his stare for a few seconds before he pressed his thumbs down on her nipples again. His second press on her booby buttons elicited the same response from the tigress; another cute little moan that she tried her best to muffle with a lip bite. All the lip bite did was make her look cuter as she moaned. She couldn’t help it; her nipples were sensitive. After just a couple of touches from the snow leopard, a thin line of wetness darkened the center of the tigress’s panties. Her strawberry ice cream was melting; luckily for her, Verith liked melted ice cream, slurping up a molten sundae from a bowl, like soup? Delicious.

Slowly, but surely, Verith’s dick hardened in his boxers as he toyed with the tigress’s handful of breasts. The cute moans that escaped the tigress’s bit lip only added fuel to the fire that was ironically building wood rather than burning it. His heart raced to pump blood through his body and to his large cock, and with each pulse, his dick throbbed to life and pushed against the elastics of his boxers just that much more. It was a miracle that they sold any underwear that fit his endowment. Then again, Alex had never seen anyone in YSL underwear before. Maybe YSL was made for men with big wallets and even bigger dicks. 

Alex wasn’t going to let Verith have all the fun with his hands, oh no. While he handled her breasts with care, her hands went straight for his bulged-out underwear. Her small hands looked even smaller than usual when she brought them to cup a feel at the front of his boxers. What she felt was pure mass, both from his shaft and the heavy balls that dangled behind it. And boy did she want to see it with her own eyes. 

The penis was a wonderful part of the XY chromosome anatomy; every single one, attached to a different person, worked differently. The general operations were the same, touch it, it gets hard, etcetera etcetera, but each one had its perks and quirks. Some were growers, meaning that they were small when flaccid and grew bigger once erect, and some were showers, meaning that they were big when flaccid and stayed mostly the same size when erect. Both offered a nice element of surprise, but showers were a little more fun to play with since they were large in size no matter if the person it was attached to was aroused or not. Verith was a shower, incredibly well-endowed, all day, every day. 

The popstar tigress moved her hands to the waistband of the snow leopard’s high-fashion boxers and slipped her fingers underneath it. After gently curling her fingers around the garment and securing a good grip around it, she pulled her hands down and slid the silky fabric across the spotted feline’s thighs and slowly unveiled his meat like a fancy prototype car at a motor show. Alex was only able to pull Verith’s boxers down to his knees with his hands latched to her chest, but that was all that was needed for the beast that he had been hiding under his professional attire to be unleashed in full. His dick was only sporting a semi, but it was already bigger than most dick-wielders at full arousal. His junk was almost fully black, had a foreskin that kept his glans covered while not erect, and when it was erect, it peeled back to reveal a burgundy gradient that stretched from his glans to about the first 1/3 of his length. His balls were big, roughly the size of a tennis ball each. When Alex saw them, she wondered how hard it was for him to walk without spreading his legs a bit. They had adequate fuzz, too, with the color of the fur on his balls matching that counter shade of white that covered most of his torso, feet, hands, and mouth.  

Alex put one hand on his shaft and one on his balls. She then slowly started to gently knead and squeeze the snep’s dick and watched it become erect and harden in her hands. A squeeze here, a tug there, a peel-back of his foreskin to reveal his shiny glans everywhere, and ta-da, the realtor’s disco stick was hard as diamonds. She could feel small subtle movements in his balls, too, like a churning of sorts as she rolled them in her hands.

Feeling the tigress’s hands on his junk made the snow leopard let out a few heated huffs through his nose and his mouth. With each huff, his dick wobbled like a wooden plank balanced off the side of a pirate ship. He spread his legs apart both to give Alex’s grabby hands more room to play with his junk and to get his boxers that were still around his thighs to slide down his legs and pile at his feet. Once his boxers piled against his feet, he kicked his underwear off to the side and gave his full attention to the tigress playing with his dick.

Alex moved her hand up and down the length of Verith’s shaft and rolled his foreskin back and forth over his tip. The wet sound of his dick’s turtleneck covering and uncovering his glans was unusually loud and happened over and over again as Alex played with his dick. It was clear to him that she liked it, but maybe constantly rolling his foreskin up and down was a bit much. His dick didn’t seem to mind, though, as it continuously throbbed in response to her toying with it like a dog pushing its head against its owner's petting hand. But even a professional like Verith had his limits when it came to patience, and he spent most of it dealing with her indecisiveness about buying the property already. He continued to squeeze and toy with the tigress’s breasts as he gave her a little more time to play with his foreskin, but once he had decided that she had had enough, he let go of her tits and let his hands glide down her figure until his claws hooked onto the waistband of her now dampened strawberry panties that clung to her hips. 

He thought about asking for permission, but since the tigress didn’t ask when it came to taking off his underwear, he didn’t. With a swift pull downward, he pulled her underwear off of her and watched as the dampened spot in the middle peeled away from her pussy like the lid off of a pudding cup, complete with thick strings of pussy juices stretching from her pussy to her panties and all. He pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles and slid them out from underneath her feet. Since he had to kneel down to do that, he also pulled his dick away from the tigress’s hands, much to her disappointment. With her pink panties in his hand, Verith tossed them to the side and looked up at the tigress who now stood taller than him. His face was right at pussy-height and her drippy mound, glistening pussy lips, and slightly enlarged clitoris stared at him. He was very tempted to dive into her cunt with his face, so much so that he involuntarily licked his lips as he slowly followed the curves of her body with his gaze until his eyes met with hers again. His nose wiggled and danced as it took in the scent of the tigress’s arousal and his dick throbbed over, over, and over again. Had his dick not been so needy, maybe he would have stuck his face into her pussy for a little bit of a lick first. Having popstar pussy on his breath would have been a huge boost to his ego and he would have told all his friends about it. He stared at Alex’s face from down below and watched as her nose twitched and her stomach rose and fell with each breath that she took in. He brought his gaze back down to stare at her pussy again and shook his head. 

‘Fuck it.’ He thought. His dick could wait a little bit longer, he needed to get a little taste, just a little.

Verith dove face-first into Alex’s muff. His nose pressed up against her clit while the rest of his muzzle nestled itself in the small gap in her thighs. The snow leopard started with a sniff, a deep inhale through his nose that sucked air from the area surrounding Alex’s pussy, just to blow it all out from his mouth and over the tigress’s sensitive lips. His breath alone made her weak in the knees, to which he responded by placing both his hands on her thighs to hold her nice and securely. He took in a couple of deep breaths to enjoy her scent, which was a combination of her sweat, natural body odor, and the undeniable smell of something that gave women a lot of power in a predominantly patriarchal world; pussy. The smell was hard to describe using just one or two words, but Verith was able to think of a sentence or two as he sniffed and sniffed and sniffed her crotch like he was a wolf on Wall Street in the 1980s.

After what was probably over a dozen individual deep breaths in and out, Verith gave the tigress’s pussy a cute little kiss, before he looked directly up at her and let his long, wet, warm, and sticky tongue slither out of his mouth and dragged it all over her pussy, from the very bottom of her mound to the very top. His pink muscle stuck to her pussy like a magnet to metal and he lapped up all the juice that had leaked out from her so far. Once he reached her clit, he flicked the tip of his tongue against it, gave her the smuggest grin on the planet, and went back to do it all again, from the top. It was like Groundhog Day, or Edge of Tomorrow, but instead of dying and the day repeating, it was just Verith’s tongue lapping at her pussy constantly, making sure to get every single drop of her nectar before it dripped to the floor. 

‘Slllllp…. Sllllllp…’

When Verith peeled her panties off of her, Alex stared at him anxiously. She never usually was this anxious for a “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” sort of deal, but Verith’s junk seemed to be in a league above hers, even though hers was a pussy that came with different criteria attached to it. She felt as if she were lacking compared to him, even if she had great tits that Verith already showed a lot of interest in. Verith, obviously begged to differ, based on how eagerly ate her pussy.

Alex’s knees went weak as her realtor went on a self-guided tour of her pussy with his face. His warm breath that blew over her coochie had her trembling and moaning much louder than when he played with her nipples. 

“Aaaaahhh… Hoooohh…. Fuck.” The tiger moaned. The snow leopard’s hot breath felt like heaven as it blew over her labia and clit and only made her leaky pussy situation worse for wear. Not that the spotted snow cat minded whatsoever, of course, he happily lapped up the fruits of his almost effortless labor in making the tigress as horny for him as he was for the commission that he would be getting once the tigress closed her purchase. The sale was obviously still on the business-centric snow leopard’s mind, but slowly, it started to fade into the background as the taste of the tigress’s pussy and the smell of her attacked his receptors and filled his mind with only one thought and one thought only; how hard he was going to clap those striped cheeks and how he might have to convince the owners to give Alex another discount after the bed that came with the property mysteriously broke on its own. 

So, two thoughts, Verith. Damn, the power of pussy was real.

Verith’s purrs turned his whole muzzle into a vibrator as he licked and sucked on Alex’s cunt. His rumbling purrs were so strong that they caused Alex to leak a lot more of her pussy juice than usual. The snow leopard obviously knew what he was doing and was proud of his ability to turn girls into wet and sticky messes using just his mouth. But Alex, oh Alex leaked so much pussy juice from her that it was a little hard for the snep to keep up. He licked, sucked, and swallowed as much as he could, but inevitably, some spilled to the side and dripped off his cheeks and chin. He kept going for a few more minutes before he pulled his snout out of the tigress’s pouch and licked his lips as he looked her dead in the eye. His chin was soaked in her pussy juice, which gave it a hair gel spiked-up look. His breathing was heavy and his dick throbbed in between his legs so eagerly that it looked like a fish out of water; flipping and flopping around in an attempt to find hydration. His dick had nothing to worry about though, as it was about to get wet very, very soon. 

Alex tilted her head back and closed her eyes as Verith continued eating her pussy like it was the last drink of water that he’d ever have. His tongue, his lips, and his big cold nose pressed up and rubbed against her sensitive and tingly bits aggressively, which had her moaning through even harder lip bites, a habit she would need some time to shake out of from living in a place with thin walls for so long. When Verith pulled away and stopped eating her out, she opened her eyes back up and stared at the light fixtures on the ceiling for a few seconds before she brought her gaze back down to the realtor knelt in front of her. She took a few seconds to catch her breath as her pussy continued to leak juice down her legs. Once she was all caught up on her breathing, she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Verith moving his hands from her thighs up to her stomach. She looked at his hands, raised her brows, and was just about to ask what he was doing when suddenly, he pushed her. 

“What are yo- HYUUHHH!!!” 

‘Thwuph.’

Alex landed back-first on the plush bed. The top memory foam layer of the mattress morphed to her figure as her legs flew up into the air for a brief moment before landing back down on the bed with the rest of her. Her feet pressed against the mattress and her legs spread and formed an “M” shape. With her pussy and butt on full display, Alex felt a little vulnerable; a feeling that she very rarely felt while in bed. It was the good kind of vulnerable, though; the one where you felt like a bunny rabbit being hunted by a wolf that wanted not to eat you, but to fuck you. Her feeling of vulnerability only intensified once Verith stood up and crawled onto the bed with her. He stopped once he was between the tiger’s legs with his dick hovering right above her saliva-slicked and juice-leaking pussy. 

Alex watched as the snow leopard brought his dick and hovered it over her abdomen and audibly gulped.

From the outside, when hovered just above her abdominal area, the snow leopard’s dick reached all the way to her belly button. It twitched and throbbed as it got closer and closer to being inside her. 

‘Twt. Twt. Twt.’ 

Alex tilted her head down to look at her realtor’s ten cumbersome inches of dick and took in a deep breath as it wiggled and wobbled to the various body movements Verith was doing to get himself into a comfortable position between her legs. Verith got so close to Alex that his balls pressed against her pussy, he held them there for a few seconds and soaked up a considerable amount of her pussy juice with them before he grabbed Alex’s ankles and pulled himself back just enough to drag his dick tip from her belly button across her stomach and down to her pussy. As he dragged his schlong down her fluffy stomach, the friction caused by Alex’s fur rolled his foreskin back over his glans and made his dick a happy turtlenecked sausage again, just in time for it to press right up against the entrance to her cunt. 

Once he pulled back, he let go of Alex’s ankles and let her legs rest comfortably over his. He looked down at the nude tigress and his dick as it kissed her clit. His cock throbbed even stronger as he rubbed it against her pussy. He rolled his hips back and forth a couple of inches to smear his dick tip all over the tigress’s labia like a paintbrush. He let out a huff as the warmth of Alex’s cunt spread to his cock and fought every urge to just thrust his hips and push the entirety of his meat into her cock pocket right away. He continued to purr as he hotdogged the tip of his dick between her wet slit, leaned forward slightly, and looked Alex directly in the eye.

“Ready?” asked Verith, in his usual soft, sultry, and alluring voice. It was the same voice that he used to sell Alex on the three apartments that she was still deciding between. Sexy, seductive, and incredibly persuasive.

Alex, who was wetter than England in Autumn, was very ready. Her pussy clenched around a dick that wasn’t even inside her yet as it yearned for the snow leopard to put it in her. Her minuscule concerns about his girth and length were long shelved to the back of her mind, replaced by pleasure from the big cat’s big uncut dick rubbing relentlessly at her entrance. The tigress bit her lip and moaned again, this time even louder than the last.

“Mmhnnnhrrff…” 

The sound of Alex’s moans overpowered the wet squelches that came from Verith’s dick tip and her pussy rubbing together, but once her moans were up, the wet noises continued being the loudest thing in the room. Verith continued rubbing his dick into Alex’s leaking cunt as he waited eagerly for confirmation from her that he could continue. His hips visibly half-bucked every once in a while, as the pleasure of Alex’s pussy touching just his tip clouded his mind and his second brain in his dick briefly took the reins. His rumbling purrs got louder, his breathing heavier, and his balls even started to tuck upward with his breathing. He wouldn’t be able to keep rubbing his dick against the tigress’s labia and clit for much longer, he needed to put his dick in her ASAP.

Just as Verith half-bucked his hip forward, he heard Alex’s soft, almost drowsy voice reach his ears. 

“Ready,” Alex said. 

It was like music to his ears, the sweetest symphony bundled up into two syllables. Upon hearing that his tigress client was ready, Verith pulled his hips back just an inch to get his dick tip down to the entrance to her love canal. He took in a deep breath through his nose, directed his gaze to the tigress’s, and exhaled. He took another deep breath through his nose, pushed his hips forward, and applied pressure to Alex’s pussy with his dick.

Verith’s dick struggled for a few seconds to push through Alex’s tight-lipped pussy, but once it was able to find a small gap in between her labia and wedged itself into it, his foreskin peeled back and his mushroom head sunk into her. Verith closed his eyes for a second as his sensitive glans took the brunt of the initial pleasure that washed over him. His big balls tucked upward slightly as the tigress’s warmth and wetness engulfed him. He pushed himself further toward her and sunk his ten inches into her inch by inch until his balls gently patted against her butt. 

‘Sllllllk…. Plap.’

Alex’s pussy lips parted with a soft wet noise when Verith pushed himself inside of her. She grabbed a pillow from behind her, slid it under her head, and tilted her chin down to watch the initial penetration. Watching a dick sink and disappear into her was one of her favorite things; that, combined with feeling the dick fill her up inside as it sunk in was enough to get back arching. As the snow leopard sunk more and more of his manhood into her, the tigress let out soft moans and reached for his arms with her hands. She wrapped both fingers on both hands around his wrists and watched with furrowed brows and a slightly agape mouth as his ten inches of pipe sunk into her like she was a street getting new waterworks lines. 

“Hhhaaaahh… Fuck…” Alex moaned.

The more Verith pushed in, the more his legs pushed against Alex’s. Once his dick was fully submerged in Alex’s love canal, his knees had her flanked from both sides, his big and strong arms were right by her head, and his face hovered barely an inch from hers. Her nose wiggled and danced as she stared at his handsome face, only for her to let out a moan when Verith’s dick did a little throb inside of her. 

‘Twt.’

“Hhhhaaahh… Holy fuck… You’re big, Verith.” Alex managed to get a few words out through her moans and struggled to keep her eyes open whenever the snow leopard’s dick decided to throb. And Verith’s dick throbbed a lot. The tigress wasn’t sure if they were involuntary responses to her pussy being wrapped around it, or if it was Verith just being cheeky. She leaned toward the latter, as whenever it happened, she saw him grinning at her proudly.

With Alex’s legs up in the air and the snow leopard hips pinning the tigress down in the mating press position, he let his dick sit inside of Alex and gave both her and himself a few minutes to adjust to their new arrangement. During which his dick would throb, Alex’s pussy would clench, and his balls would tuck upward occasionally. Moans and huffs came out from both of them and sweat started to seep through their fur.

“Hhhhhhhheehhh…” Verith let out a chuckle that was mixed in with a moan in response to the tigress’s compliments given to his manhood. “Just part of my world-leading hospitality, Alex. You’re no loose lady, either… Fuck, my dick barely moves when it throbs. And your CLEeeEEnnnCHes… HoooooOOOHhh…” Verith’s knees went weak for a moment as Alex’s pussy clenched and squeezed around his dick right when he mentioned it. It felt like his dick was sucked into a warm, wet, and squishy vacuum with the suction turned up to max. He bucked his hips involuntarily as he was “pulled” in, and when he tried to pull his hips back, it was a lot harder than he thought it would be. He felt his balls tuck upward as his dick was squeezed in the vice grip that was Alex Marx’s pussy. When her pussy relaxed and released his dick from its extra tight grip, his strength returned to his knees. With his knees now stable, he looked at her, just to see her smirking back at him. 

That was all he needed as an indicator that neither of them needed any more time to adjust.

His lips morphed into a smirk of his own and he shook the tigress’s hands off of his wrist, only to grab her hands and pin them down beside her head. He slid his fingers in between Alex’s and brought his face even closer to hers. His face was so close that Alex could feel his breath blow over her as he tried his best to regulate it. She could smell the Chick-Fil-A and pussy that was on his breath, too, which turned her on a lot more than it had any right to. 

Without saying anything further, the snow leopard stared into Alex’s emerald eyes, slowly pulled his hips back, and bit on his lower lip. His dick slid out from Alex’s pussy with a bit of resistance and a about half an inch of Alex’s inner walls clung to his shaft as he pulled away as if it didn’t want that dick to leave. The feeling of Alex’s walls pulling and clinging to him was almost enough to make his knees weak again, but the snow leopard pressed on and continued to pull his dick out of the tigress until the only part of his penis that was still inside of her was his tip. His dick pulled out from the tigress’s pussy a shiny black now that it was coated in her natural lubricant. He held his position for barely two seconds before he, with the help of gravity, pushed his hips forward and down, and slammed his dick back inside Alex’s pussy. 

‘Plap!’ His heavy-hitting balls swung back from the force of his hips pushing forward and slapped against Alex’s ass as his dick bottomed out inside her. The force behind his hips was so strong that when his balls and hips bumped into Alex, she bounced ever so slightly. With his dick fully buried inside the tigress again, the snow leopard wasted little time in pulling back out, and pushing back in again. He slowly started to build a rhythm and sped up his thrusts in and out of her. He went faster, harder, stronger, and his balls slapped against her ass louder and louder as a result. His arousal clouded his mind and his carnal instincts took over. His hips pounded into the tigress like a jackhammer, but instead of the irritating sound of concrete being cracked filling the room, it was plaps, schulcks, schlaps, and squelches galore. 

Alex struggled when Verith pulled his dick out of her and her pussy clenched around his dick repeatedly in a feeble attempt to keep him from doing so. When he dropped his hips like it was hot and rammed his dick back inside her, she let out a moan so loud that she would have been evicted from her old place had it escaped her lips while she was behind those paper-thin walls. The snep’s ten inches of cock spread her pussy like melted butter on hot toast and pushed the excess pussy juice out of her like a clenched fist around a fresh tube of toothpaste. Her clear and sticky fluids leaked out of the small gaps between her pussy’s walls and her realtor’s dick and ran down her ass to her tail, then onto the bedsheets. 

‘Plap! Schlk. Plap! Schlk. Plap!’

“Hhhhhaaaahhhnnnmmm…. Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!” Alex moaned with every thrust into her that Verith did. The tip of his dick kissed her cervix at the end of her vaginal canal and the extra inertia from his hips thrusting back and forth had her head sliding up and down on her pillow. She tried her best to keep her eyes open and maintain eye contact with the realtor as he pumped her full of his award-winning hospitality but it was hard. The best that she could do was look at him with half-lidded eyes. 

Verith was having trouble maintaining constant eye contact with the tigress, too. Her wet, tight, and eager pussy had his mind going wild and his hips on autopilot. The pleasure that he felt throughout his entire body from his dick brushing against the tigress’s textured walls and her eager clenches that squeezed him like a stress ball felt so good that he wanted more. For a moment, he felt that the pop star tiger’s indecisiveness about homeownership probably wasn’t so bad. A thought that he definitely would not have had, had his dick not been deep inside her Gorilla Grip pussy. He moaned with each thrust in and pull out and even let out small grunts and groans in between as his balls either slapped against Alex’s ass too hard or her clenches around his dick became unforgiving (in the best way possible).

“Hhhhaaaaah… Uuuunnngghh…” Verith moaned as he continued to clap Alex’s cheeks with his snow leopard sausage and two bread roll-sized balls. He kept going, moving his hips back and forth and pulling his dick like the U.S. west coast burger chain, In-N-Out. The snow leopard finally gave in to his heavy eyelids and closed his eyes. Right before that, though, he lowered his head just a little more, brought his lips to Alex’s, and started kissing her with lots and lots of tongue.

When Verith leaned his head down to press his lips to hers, Alex tilted her chin up slightly to bring her lips to perfect alignment with his. She closed her eyes, too, and her tail curled around Verith’s as she parted her lips to let her tongue slip out and his slip in. The constant pumping of his dick into her pussy had her purring, chuffing, and making every other pleasure-indicating sound that she was physically capable of making. Each time Verith sheathed his sword inside of her in its entirety, her toes curled and her legs tried to lock around his hips to keep him from pulling away. They were never successful, though, as the snow leopard had a ridiculous amount of strength in those hips of his and continued to slap his fat sack against her ass.

Both Alex and Verith moaned through their prolonged kiss. And although their vocalizations of pleasure were slightly muffled as they sucked on each other’s faces, they were still plenty loud as the micro split-second breaks in between their constant kissing allowed their moans to be heard

After close to ten minutes, Verith felt a tingling sensation spread from his dick to his balls, and even his taint. His balls tucked upward as the contents of them churned. The tingling sensation in his dick increased in intensity the longer he spent sliding in and out of Alex’s cunt. 

He was close.

Alex felt her orgasm inching closer, too. With each new thrust of the realtor’s dick into her, she felt pleasure wash over her like large waves crashing on a white sand beach. Each wave was larger than the last, it was only now, after the snow leopard’s balls had slapped against her ass close to a hundred times, did she realize that she hadn’t asked Verith to wear a condom. The thought only lasted in her mind for about 30 seconds, though, as with each lay of pipe given to her, she was pushed further and further into a clouded state of mind. One where she couldn’t do math, let alone think about such trivial things like condoms. Alex’s tingling feeling spread all over her tummy and had her toes curling constantly. Her pussy clenched around Verith’s dick much tighter as she got closer and closer to jumping off orgasm cliff and into pleasure lake. 

The two cats swapped saliva like people used to do in a pre-pandemic society. Their tongues glided over each other and they tasted the remnants of their lunch and the pussy that was on Verith’s breath from when he ate the tigress out earlier. 

“Mmhhhrhrrmmm… Mmmmrrrhhhhhhh!” Alex moaned. 

“Mhhhrrrnnnm… Hhhhhhaaaaaaah… HHhhhhhnnnnnn!” Verith moaned, too.

Verith lifted his right knee off of the bed and pressed his foot down against the mattress to give himself the ability to put more “oomph” in his thrusts. His hips bounced up and down on top of Alex and his balls swung like a wrecking ball back and forth as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into the tigress. The sound of his balls slapping against Alex got louder, the kissing got more aggressive between them, and the muffled moans that escaped their interlocked lips reached dangerous decibel levels. 

‘Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!’

The bed started to squeak as Verith put as much strength into his hips as he could. His hips bounced off of Alex’s like a basketball. 

“Hhhhhhnnnn…” Verith pulled away from the kiss for a moment, opened his eyes up to stare at Alex, and let out a big huff as he continued pounding the tigress’s pussy. After his huff, he licked his lips and warned Alex that he was on the verge of busting his nut. 

“Haaaaaah… Alex, I’m about to cum… Want me to pull out?” he offered. Even while he was talking, his hips did not stop. The sound of their genitals mashing and mixing together echoed throughout the bedroom as the sun slowly started to set over the horizon outside. A golden glow leaked in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that were directly behind the bed and gave the snow leopard’s eyes a pretty glow.

Alex got lost in the snow leopard’s eyes once she opened hers up and saw those pretty baby blues that reflected the golden hour light from outside. She probably should have taken him up on his offer to pull out, since it was the smart(er) thing to do. But those eyes were so pretty, that dick felt so good, and he was such a good kisser. She wanted to feel his orgasm, his warmth, and the thrill of having his potent baby batter inside of her. The risk of getting pregnant and getting bred was hot to the tigress, and with balls as fat as Verith’s, if she wasn’t on the pill already or didn’t get a morning-after pill right within 24 hours, there was no way she was avoiding fertilization.

“No.” the tigress replied to him. Her green eyes locked to his and she had an almost stern and serious look on her face. She didn’t say it through a moan, a huff, or a puff. Her answer to his question was direct and straight to the point, with no wiggle room for any misinterpretation. Alex wanted her womb flooded, and she wanted it now. 

Verith found the tigress’s stern and direct denial of his courtesy offer of pulling out incredibly attractive. When her single syllable word reached his ears, his dick throbbed so hard that he felt and saw it push upward against the tigress’s abdomen. His throb created a temporary outline of his dick underneath the tigress’s soft white fur. His sudden throb also made the tigress moan at the top of her lungs and caused her pussy to involuntarily clench around it in rapid succession. Her clenches brought Verith even closer to his orgasm, which was about to happen in just a few more thrusts. 

The snow leopard leaned his head back down and kissed Alex again as his hips bounced off of her harder than ever before. His balls slapped against her ass so hard that they turned red. Through the kiss, the realtor grunted, growled, and moaned as he thrusted. He pulled his dick out of the tigress and pushed it back into her slightly gaped pussy one last time. 

‘Schllllllp. Plap!’ 

 His balls slapped against her pussy and splashed the tigress’s pussy everywhere. Once his dick was fully inside her pussy, his balls tucked upward, over, over, and over again. After about five tucks, the first rope of his seed shot out from his dick and into Alex. His balls twitched as his snep seed factory churned out cum. 

‘Glwrk. Glwrk. Splrt. Splrt. Splrt.’ 

His first rope was small, about a teaspoon but the second one that followed almost immediately after was about three times the volume. Alex felt the second rope as it splashed inside her and painted her vaginal walls white. The third, fourth, and fifth ropes each doubled in size. The snow leopard was quickly able to fill the tigress’s womb and love canal with his cream. His dick throbbed hard with each burst of seed that shot out from his tip and his balls moved up and down against Alex’s rear as it emptied its contents inside of her. His hips continued to buck forward very slightly with each rope of cum that left his dick and the excess cum that couldn’t find any more room within the tiger, shot out from the small gaps in between her pussy and his dick and made a huge mess of the bed. 

‘Cwrlk. Gwrk. Schlk.’

Feeling Verith’s cum shoot up inside her and fill her womb was what the tigress needed to send her over the edge. As soon as the second rope of the snow leopard’s cum made contact with her vaginal walls, the muscles on her abdomen tensed up, her pussy started clenching rapidly on its own, and her breathing went from slow and deep breaths to fast and shallow ones. Alex curled her toes as a final massive wave of pleasure spread throughout her entire nervous system and she moaned through the lip lock that she had with her realtor. As her pussy clenched and her toes curled in the air, the tigress squirted streams of pussy juice from her pussy, but with how close Verith was to her, her juice didn’t fly far and just splashed onto Verith’s pubic region, ran through his fur, down to her legs, and down onto the bed. Her juices mixed in with Verith’s cum, and after just three sprays of her squirting orgasm, the bed was an absolute mess. 

Hopefully, Verith’s real estate company offered home clean-up services after tours, too.

“Hhhhhhhrmmmmmmph!!!! Hhhhhrrrrmmmmffff… Hhhhmmmrrfff….” The tigress’s moans slowed down as her third and final squirt came to a stop. Her pussy repeatedly clenched around the dick that was inside of her as she slowly lost herself in her post-orgasm high and she continued to open-mouth, tongue in and out kiss the snow leopard as her purrs got louder, louder, and louder. 

Verith continued to kiss Alex, too, rather aggressively, even as his ropes of cum slowed to an ooze. He stuffed his tongue into the tigress’s mouth, squeezed her hands with his, and rolled his hips to rub his dick into her pussy’s walls to “shake” every last bit of his cum from it. The constant clenches that came from the tigress’s cooch helped with that and squeezed his dick like a near-empty ketchup bottle.

When the tigress’s clenches slowed and eventually came to a stop, Verith pulled his lips away from her and removed his tongue out of her mouth. He licked his lips and stared down at her as his hips came to a stop, too. His dick continued to throb, albeit slower, softer, and with a longer wait time in between each one. After a minute of staring at the tigress’s pretty, saliva-covered face, he slowly pushed himself up and pulled his dick out from her thoroughly bred pussy. As he pulled back, more of his cum poured out from the tiger’s cunt and pooled onto the bed. His dick came free from her pussy with a loud pop and even more of his semen spilled out from her gaping pussy once there was nothing left corking it in. His dick went slightly limp after it came out of the tigress; it was covered in so much of his cum and her pussy juice that his black and burgundy dick looked a lot closer to grey. The grip Alex’s pussy had on his dick rolled his foreskin back over his glans as he pulled out and the cum that covered his dick dripped off the tip as it softened and drooped downward to the effects of gravity.

He let out a big sigh once his dick was out of Alex’s snatch and snickered at her. He then tilted his chin down to look at the mess that they made. He watched as his dick dripped his own cum down onto the tigress’s pussy for a few seconds before he brought his gaze back to her. 

The spotted cat boy still had his hands over Alex's and had her pinned down in the mating press position. After taking in a couple of deep breaths, he let go of them, pushed himself up, and slowly scooted himself out from in between her thighs. He held her ankles with his hands as he backed away and lowered her legs down softly before he rolled off to the side and flopped down beside her.

“Remind me to take the sheets to the washroom,” the snow leopard chuckled.

Alex smiled as she stared at the light fixtures on the ceiling. She let out a soft moan as Verith pulled his dick out of her and rolled off to the side to lie next to her. When Verith asked her to remind him to take the sheets to be washed, the tigress chuckled and looked down at the mess in between her legs. There was a lot of cum everywhere down there. With a sigh, she pushed herself up and leaned on her elbows to get a better view of the mess. The tigress spread her legs a little more and leaned forward to watch as the snow leopard’s cum leaked out of her. She bit her lip, reached a hand down to touch the pool of cum in between her legs, and dragged her fingers around in it. After scooping up a bit of Verith’s cum with her fingers, she brought her hand back to her face and watched as the cum stretched between her index and middle fingers. After watching the string of DNA stretch between her fingers for a few seconds, the tigress brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. 

“Mhm.” The tigress made a happy noise as the smell of her realtor’s cum filled her nostrils. Out of habit, the tigress then stuck her fingers into her mouth to give the cum that leaked out of her a taste. She sucked on her fingers for a few seconds, pulled them out completely cum-free, and smacked her lips. Verith’s cum not only smelled nice, but it tasted nice as well. Salty, sweet, and plenty musky, just the way Alex liked it. 

Alex smacked her lips a few more times before she turned to Verith with a smile. “The owners are not going to like it if they find out we fucked in here and I still decided not to buy, are they?” 

Verith didn’t respond, which Alex thought was weird. She furrowed her brows and nudged him gently with her knee in an attempt to get his attention. When he still didn’t respond, Alex leaned back on her elbows again and looked more closely at his face. That’s when she noticed that his eyes were closed, that his mouth was slightly open, and he was completely still other than his chest rising and falling from his breathing. Verith had fallen asleep. 

The tigress let out a chuckle, shook her head, and looked at the mess in between her legs again. After staring at the pool of cum that was in between her legs for a few more minutes, Alex carefully rolled herself off the side of the bed. Her feet thumped against the carpeted bedroom floor, she stretched her arms over her head, and let out a lazy yawn as she walked out of the bedroom to the ugly kitchen where she and Verith had left everything but their clothes. Cum dripped out of her pussy and ran down her leg as she made her way through the apartment, and she almost slipped when she arrived in the tile-floored kitchen.

In the kitchen, Alex looked around to try and find the snow leopard’s briefcase. She spent a few minutes looking around for it, before finding it under the stool that Verith sat at earlier for lunch. She grabbed it, brought it up to the kitchen island, and opened it up. Inside, she found the purchase agreements for all three properties that she was looking at. She sifted through them to find the correct one, pulled it out, and sat down to read through it. It was only a few pages long since it was just the initial purchase agreement and not the final sale documents. 

Once she was done reading through it, she set it down and stared at it. She let out a sigh after about five minutes, grabbed a pen from her sleepy realtor’s briefcase, and hovered it over the line at the bottom of the page where her signature needed to be. 

She held her breath and hesitated for a moment. In her moment of hesitation, she brought her pen to her mouth and chewed on it until the pen had clear marks from her teeth in it. Cum continued to leak from her pussy and onto the stool that she was seated in, although the flow of cum slowed down by a lot since the bed. After she heard a crack, she panicked and quickly pulled the pen out of her mouth and hovered it over the document again. 

She held the pen over the blank line for a very healthy and normal ten minutes before she put the ballpoint down on the paper. Her pen moved in lines, loops, circles, and dots and when she was done, she tossed the pen down on the kitchen island proudly, in the same cocky way that she did when she signed her record deal just a few years ago. As if she didn’t spend a month plus unable to make up her damn mind. 

Verith was a great realtor because ugly kitchen be damned, the tigress still signed on the spotted line.

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Art by SMU 

Verith by MagazineImp

This story was the winner of the monthly story vote for February 2024!