Our Dirty Little Secret

Sunday brunch was one of the only times that Charlie got to hang out with Alex; she was always so busy. Don't get him wrong, he was happy that her musical ambitions were working out for her, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss being her work neighbor. Having his lunches at the diner next door wasn't the same without his favorite waitress both bringing him his food and stealing it from him. He yearned for the days when she gossiped with him about her greasy coworkers, now all she gossiped to him about was people in the entertainment industry. The tea wasn’t bad, quite the opposite in fact. Like, who knew Megan Thee Stallion’s stage name was so literal? But he missed being able to relate with the tea that the tigress contributed to their spill-time.

He yearned to be messy with her again.

"This is a terrible idea, Alex," said Charlie as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He liked the way he looked in his dark blue volleyball shorts and slightly oversized blue sports top, but that wasn't what he had a problem with. The mouse let out a sigh and tied his hair up into a ponytail as he pondered over whether or not he should go through with the plan. Before he could come to any conclusion and just as he pulled his hair through the second loop of his rubber hair tie, Alex, who had been standing behind the mouse the entire time that he was getting dressed, placed her hands on his arms and nestled her chin on his right shoulder. The tigress looked at the mouse's reflection in the mirror, too, and let out a cutesy little purr at how cute her rodent friend looked in his volleyball getup. Alex was wearing almost the same thing, except her top was white with red trim along its hem and at the ends of its sleeves.

"C'mon, it'll be fun. Don't be a pussy, Padano," Alex turned her head to the side to smooch the mouse on his soft strawberry cream cheese-colored cheek and slowly slid her hands down from his thin girly arms to his soft and delicate hands. Her hands slowly slid over the back of the mouse’s hands and her fingers slid in between his in a way that felt like it fit the definition of sexual harassment. Charlie looked down at his hands for a second before he redirected his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror again. His brows were furrowed, his lips were curled in between a frown and a flat line, and his big satellite dish ears were a little droopy – Alex calling him a pussy wasn’t very reassuring.

“Are you sure?” he asked; his brows and lips quivered as if he were about to burst into tears.

Alex continued to look at him through the mirror and her lips curled into a big toothy smile that no matter how many times Charlie had seen it before, still tickled that prey instinct that often told him to run. “Relax, no one is going to know,” the tigress chuckled. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Charlie didn’t like the way the words that came out of his tiger friend’s mouth sounded; it felt like she was only saying them to make him feel confident in a plan that was absolutely, positively, not going to work. He kept his brow furrowed and watched as the tigress then slid her #MeToo digits down to his hips which had been accentuated to be extra shapely by the volleyball shorts.

Alex gave the mouse’s tush a quick squeeze and bit her lip when she felt how firm it was. “Mhm, someone’s been doing their squats,” she cooed and gave the mouse’s ass another squeeze. She then pulled her hands from the mouse’s rear, only to slap him on his perky left cheek nice and hard. It was so hard that the smack it made was heard through the closed door of the mouse’s bedroom and in the hallway.

‘Qwwp!’

“EEEEK! ALEX!”

"Relax, loser. If it doesn't work, I'll let you do that thing you've been asking to. Tonight." Alex pulled her chin away from Charlie, stepped back, and put her hands on her hips. Intrigued, Charlie turned around to look at Alex with eyes as wide as the ears that were now perked up on his head.

“Really?”

"Yes," Alex replied with an eye roll and made her way to the door; her tail brushed under Charlie’s nose as she walked past him. She put her hand on the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled the door open. “Now c’mon, we’re going to be LATE.” She gestured her arm that wasn’t holding the door through the doorway and smiled at the mouse.

Charlie stared at Alex like a kid in a candy store staring at the endless aisles of colorful sugar, brought his hands up, and pressed the index fingers on both his hands together. “You promise?”

“Yes, I promise!” Alex rolled her eyes, pushed herself from the door, grabbed her mouse friend by his shoulders, and dragged him out of the door with her. “But right now, we’re going to be LATE!!!”

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The town's local community sports center had been around since the 80s, it had recently been renovated to bring the facilities back up to the modern age but still maintained some of its retro charm. The new and shiny equipment in the gym, pool, and various sports courts had that new stuff smell still. But it was more often than not drowned out by the usual stink that came with community sports facilities, freshly renovated or not.

“I told you… Haaaah… That no one would notice,” the tigress said through a huff as she leaned back against the second level of the bleachers. Her chest rose and fell slowly with her breathing and the fur on her thighs stood tall and frizzy as she looked down toward her own spread legs at her mouse friend who was down there, giving pussy eating a good old-fashioned tryout. Don’t knock it til’ you try it, right?

Charlie’s tongue slowly dragged up and down along Alex’s pussy lips; starting south near her taint, his soft and wet muscle slithered all over her labia before he did a little flick at the end to hit the tigress’s clit with the tip of his tongue. After flicking at the tiger’s pleasure nub, he brought his head back down to where her pussy lips began and started all over again. For a mouse who proclaimed himself to be the “homiest of homos”, he sure knew his way around a pussy. It was no wonder why Alex’s manager, Logan, was a wee bit suspicious of him. If he was lying about his sexuality, what else was he hiding? Contrary to what Logan believed, he really was gay; but he was also a very good friend and maybe a little too easily persuaded sometimes.

Alex’s pussy tasted good, especially with the sweat buildup from their volleyball game that ended less than a half hour ago. Alex’s flavor was a mix of pheromones, salt, and the very slightest hint of urine that lingered even after a spray from the bidet. With his nose so close to the tigress’s cooch, he took in deep breaths of her musk from where it was the most potent. His little rodent snoot wiggled and danced as he did his best to lick up and down along the tigress’s slit and keep his best friend happy.

Beads of sweat rolled from the mouse’s forehead before they disappeared into his eyebrows. His breath was shaky and so were his hands – he found himself so lost in it that he didn’t even hear what Alex said to him.

“Charlie…”

“Charlie!” Alex repeated, this time it was a shout at point-blank range. His big ears barely reacted to her scream and it took the tigress nudging him in the shoulder to knock him out of his daydream. After a couple of blinks as the slight ache from the tigress's nudge set in, the mouse looked at the tigress, who was now standing in front of him with a hand on his shoulder.

“You alright down there? Hey, hey, Charlie. Look at me.” The tigress moved her hand from his shoulder and grabbed the back of his head to make sure he didn’t look away from her. The mouse looked confused like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. His nimble little fingers squeezed the firm volleyball in his hand a few times as he listened to the tigress speak.

“We’re a single point away from kicking those smug bitches right in the cunt. I need you to do the serve.” Alex’s voice was stern like a mother calmly explaining to her child why she was allowed to say the word cunt and they weren’t.

“The serve?” Charlie suddenly realized that he was in the middle of a volleyball match; the regional women’s qualifiers for the Quinley Cup – named after some old rich dude who convinced his wife to join a tennis league with him and got salty that she was better than him. “I can’t do that.”

Those four words were not what Alex wanted to hear from her friend – she expected more enthusiasm and a stronger team spirit from her. The tigress furrowed her brow at the mouse and asked a simple; “Why not?”

Charlie pointed down to his crotch, which didn’t look anywhere out of the ordinary; the front was flat and the tight shorts even gave him a bit of a camel toe. “If I jump too high, it will untuck,” he whispered to Alex, glancing left and right to make sure none of the other girls on their team heard what he said.

No one heard what the mouse said; it was a bit difficult to get words out while he was huffing and kissing all over the tigress’s cunt. Alex welcomed the mouse’s kisses, licks, and sniffs with very openly spread legs. His tongue was soft, warm, and covered in thick, sticky, and slick saliva. His breath was hot, too, which made Alex purr like the little engine that could. Her pussy lips pulled apart slightly with every lick the rodent made up and down her slit. Each time her lips were pulled apart by the mouse’s sticky tongue, a small gush of her juices leaked out onto his chin and dripped down onto the floor by the mouse’s knees. The flow of the tigress’s nectar started out slow and manageable, but the more the mouse’s breath blew against her and the more his tongue glided over her folds, the less manageable it became. Alex’s juices flowed out of her and dripped off the rodent’s chin so much that a small puddle quickly appeared and grew closer and closer to his knees. Once the clear and sticky fluid touched his bare knees, he went a little bit wide-eyed.

Not wanting to slip and make a fool out of himself, Charlie made sure he was careful. He glanced down at his knees before he pulled his focus back to what was in front of him. His hands, both of which were placed on the round, firm, but somewhat soft to the touch volleyball, squeezed tightly as he felt the amounting pressure that came with the stares of all the other gals on both his team and the opposing. The referee even gave the mouse a few suspicious and worrisome glances that made the mouse – a volleyball prodigy who had absolutely nothing to worry about, worry. With 12 pairs of eyeballs on him, the mouse tried his best to tune everything out and took in a mile-long breath through his nose and exhaled it through his mouth.

‘Ssswwwwwwwwwwwwppph.’

‘Phhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww…’

Everything around the mouse slowed as he prepared himself mentally and physically for the serve. He took in one last breath, that he held in his lungs as he tossed the yellow, white, and blue ball into the air and jumped up after it. He then swung his right arm back and smacked the ball; a loud smack cut through the silent gymnasium like a hot knife through Styrofoam. He let out a grunt so loud and slightly sexual as he did the serve – an aggressive, mostly last-resort play that involved the mouse putting all of his secret boy-strength into it, which despite his effeminate outer appearance, he had plenty of. He didn’t quite match the tiger strength that Alex had, but he was able to hold his own in arm wrestling matches against her. Her thighs were a lot harder to push against than her arms, though.

Luckily for Charlie, his aggressive serve did only a moderate amount of damage to his tuck; nothing a slightly awkward push and a squeeze couldn’t fix.

The rodent reached a hand down to his crotch and used it to move his hog around in his volleyball shorts. It was a miracle that he was able to fit into them in the first place with a dick the size of a third leg. It was hard for the mouse not to pitch a tent; especially with the smell and the taste of the tigress’s musky pussy on his nose and tongue. What started as gentle licks up and down the tigress’s cooch, turned into the rodent vacuum-sealing his lips over her pussy. His upper lip covered her clit like a warm and wet blanket while his lower lip glued itself to the very bottom of her cunt – he shaped his mouth into as much of a bowl-like shape as he could to handle the outflow of juices that just kept flowing from her. Eventually, Alex’s pussy juices spilled from his lips to his nose, cheeks, and chin.

The sound of sucking and slurping echoed throughout the empty gymnasium; for the most part, they drowned out the soft moans that escaped the tigress’s lips. But once the mouse put his lips over the entirety of Alex’s pussy and started sucking on her like a pink Dyson vacuum, her moans got louder, her sweat glands pushed out buckets of sweat that rolled through her fur, and she panted like a dog left in a hot car. With the mouse stuck to her like a Twitch streamer to a minor, Alex used her right hand to pull her shirt up and let her tits out to breathe. Once her breasts popped free from her shirt and dripped sweat beads onto the mouse’s nose, the tigress grabbed the back of Charlie’s head with both hands and pushed him into her cunt so hard that his nose almost slipped inside. He gave up on trying to keep Alex’s juices from going everywhere and instead slithered his tongue from his mouth and immediately started flicking it around until he found the entrance to her pussy and went for it. He pushed his tongue into her warm and wet depths, as far as that thing would go, and pumped it in and out of her like his little cheese-loving life depended on it.

‘Schlk! Schlk! Shclk!’

Alex moaned so loud that the noises Charlie made were dwarfed on the decibel scale. The mouse had technique, but what he learned, he learned from his experience with guys. His serve was something that neither guys nor gals could really compete with, though. People who knew he was a boy, assumed he was weak because of his feminine appearance, and people who didn’t know him, assumed he was a tiny and weak girl who wouldn’t be able to open a jar on her own. Little did they know that Charlie was very good at opening jars; “Jar Master 3000”, he called himself after he defeated a particularly tough jar of pickles with his bare hands.

The rodent’s aggressive serve wasn’t enough to win them the game on its own, but the confusion and shock that came with seeing a serve so strong from a “girl” so small allowed the mouse’s team to gain the upper hand while the other team scrambled to come up with a new game plan to tackle the sudden tenfold in strength Charlie had gained. After only three hits of the ball back and forth between the two teams; the mouse jumped, let out a battle cry, and spiked the ball as hard as he could downward towards the other side of the net. The ball came crashing down toward the squeaky gymnasium floor with a ground-shaking smack. Once Charlie landed back on his feet, his team erupted into screams and cheers and surrounded him. He went wide-eyed, but not because he won them the game – because his Schlong John Silver had just come untucked.

Charlie’s tongue, while unable to compete with the likes of the giraffe, worked for the tigress. It was soft, warm, and wiggled into just the right nooks and crannies. The mouse made the tigress moan so loud that not even noise-canceling headphones could tune her out. Her pussy clenched around the mouse’s tongue that dug around inside her as if she were a strawberry pudding cup with that dumb design that left a lot of pudding stuck to the indented bottom. It flicked, rolled, and twisted in corkscrew motion in and out of the tiger as her vaginal muscles clenched and refused to let him pull away.

Even if by some miracle he was able to pull away from Alex's crab-claw grip on his tongue, her two hands that were at the back of his head and her right leg that had climbed onto his shoulder kept him trapped. There was only one way out; make her cum. He was in luck because Alex was close.

The tigress struggled to keep her tongue in her mouth as she gently bucked her hips against her mouse friend's face. Sweat beads rolled down her cheeks and her eyes watered as the rodent's tongue hit her G-spot over and over again. Her eyes watered a little, and then a lot as the mouse increased the speed of his thrusting tongue.

‘Schlllck! Schhhllkk! Scchlllk!’

She felt that familiar tingle in her abdomen and her tiny hip bucks into the mouse’s face weren’t so tiny anymore. Each bump of her crotch into the mouse’s snout caused a splash of her juices onto her thighs. The lacquered wood of the bleachers that she sat on was soaked in her thick and sticky fluids that dripped off the edge down onto the mouse's tented volleyball shorts. Like warm maple syrup being poured onto a stack of freshly made buttermilk pancakes, her pussy juice drizzled over Charlie’s IHOP (Insanely Humungous Oversized Penis) and stained his shorts a darker blue. The warmth he felt from having her pussy juice soak over his dick like a waterfall only made him go at the pussy in front of him harder. He pushed his tongue in and out repeatedly, almost going on autopilot. When the tigress used her hands and legs to push the mouse in as hard as she could, Charlie's eyes watered as it became a little harder for him to breathe. His heart raced, his eyes went half-lidded, and he grabbed the tigress’s thighs with his hands just in time for the tigress to start humping his face, hard.

‘Huff…’

“I’m sowwy, Charlie… I-I’m… I’m gonna… cum.” Alex said through her moans, cutting through the wet sounds of Charlie eating her out and her cunt bumping into his face. She squirmed, purred, and panted as she continued to fuck the mouse’s face like there was no tomorrow. Charlie squirmed and moaned, too, but his noises were muffled by the muff that he found his mouth stuck to.

‘Hhhhuuuuff…’ Alex huffed again.

‘Schllck! Schhhhlllllck! Schllllllllcccccck!’

“I can’t… Hold it- mmhp! Yesss! Keep going!”

Charlie kept going, his tongue pushed as far out of his mouth as it could, and went as deep as it could into Alex’s cunt. The tigress’s legs tensed up and a shiver traveled up her spine as she got closer and closer to her climax, a fact that she made Charlie aware of, very loudly.

“Oh my god… I’m cumming~. I’m… AHH! Cumming!!!”

Alex’s grip on the back of the mouse’s head tightened even more and she involuntarily closed her legs around the mouse’s head as her body rolled in response to the intense pleasure buildup and release from her orgasm. The leg that she had draped over the rodent’s shoulder spasmed repeatedly and pushed the mouse harder and harder into her cunt. Charlie’s face mushed against her pussy as her clenches milked his tongue like Electronic Arts to the average Sims fan. Her textured walls squeezed around his adorably pink mouth muscle and kept him tethered to her cunt as if he had just licked a frozen lamppost in winter. He squirmed a little and tried to pull away from the tigress as part of his natural prey response, but he moaned, too, as his mouth filled with the tigress’s warm, musky, thick, and umami ejaculate.  

Alex was a squirter – something that Charlie was well aware of but was surprised by every time.

Gushes and sprays of the tigress’s “cum” shot straight into the rodent’s mouth. The first couple of sprays were strong and bypassed the inside of his mouth altogether and went straight down his throat. Charlie went wide-eyed as the heat of Alex's nectar sizzled against his sensitive throat flesh and almost triggered his notoriously difficult-to-trigger gag reflex. He swallowed like the good boy he was, however; every single drop. Well, every single drop that hadn't splashed onto the tigress's thighs, the bleachers, the ground, and the massive-o-massive tent in his volleyball shorts.

Each squirt of Alex’s femcum came with a complimentary clench, each one stronger than the last. Charlie’s poor tongue, as talented as it was, was being tenderized by the relentless milking it received. It felt weird; like there was something gently gnawing on it. That wasn't to say that it didn't feel good. Maybe it was the combination of taste, scent, and feel that made the mouse leak precum through his shorts like a busted faucet.

‘Squirt, splort, splat, splurt.’

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Hhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggg!”

“Hhhhooooohhhhh!!!! Charlie!”

“Charlie!”

“Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!” the chants that came from his volleyball teammates were so loud that he felt his ears ring as the girls around him screamed at him like he was some teen pop heartthrob. With his dick now untucked from its hiding spot, Charlie was in full panic mode. His teammates had their hands all over him, some were just an inch or two away from realizing he wasn’t a she like they all thought.

Luckily for him, Alex came in clutch and body-blocked most of their touches with a hug. She placed her chin on his shoulder and slipped her hands into his shorts as quickly and stealthily as possible. She grabbed the mouse’s flaccid dick and tucked it right back in between his legs. A quick yelp left the mouse and he went wide-eyed, but once he realized what had happened, his expression relaxed a bit and he whispered a “Thank you” in Alex’s ear.

Alex smiled wide, pressed her snoot into the mouse’s cheek, and gave him a smooch. “You’re welcome. It’ll be our dirty little secret," she whispered through a growing grin that Charlie didn't see but heard every bit of.

A shiver ran down his spine and he pulled himself out from between Alex’s legs and gasped for air.

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Art by Red3Engine

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