Perks of Dating a Pawpstar

“I think it would sound better if you put on a voice for this bit,” Andrew, Alex’s producer said after he pressed his finger on the button to activate the microphone in front of him. After speaking, he let go of the button and rolled his Herman Miller chair up to the mixing desk. He reached both of his hands out to twist a few knobs and pressed a few buttons to redirect the audio from his headphones to the dozens of professional-grade speakers that were in the studio. When the light on the big button that was labeled as “Speakers” turned from red to green, he looked up from the rows of dials, buttons, and sliders, and at the tigress who was behind the multiple layers of glass that made up the soundproof window into the recording booth.

“What voice do you want me to do?” Alex gave the lion a confused look; which included a furrowed brow, a scrunched nose, and slightly turned ears. The tigress was in her iconic (or at least something that she wanted to be iconic as evidenced by how many times she wore it) fishnet top over her pink Calvin Klein bra, custom Adidas x Alex Marx the Spot sweatpants, and black toeless socks that she wore for comfort whenever she wanted to please the paw purists who wanted to see her bare beans and the freaks who were into socks at the same time. Who would be into sweat-soaked, marinated, and smelly post-concert Alex socks? Unsurprisingly, a lot of people.

Unbeknownst to the singer, her producer was one of those people. Not that he would ever admit to it. Paws? Ew. Andrew was into all things Alex; he had a massive crush on her. Ever since he first saw her and they worked on her first album together, he was smitten. When he heard her sing and play the piano, his smitten-kitten state turned into a full-on crush on her. And back then, he barely even knew her, having signed on just for the fat paycheck and producer credits on what the scary raccoon woman who was her manager said would be “the best debut album that would propel Alex into main pop-girl stardom.” Being a relatively new and fresh face in the music production scene, having producer credit on a massively successful album meant royalties up the wazoo. Andy had dollar signs in his eyes, but those dollar signs changed into hearts when he saw her. He still made bank off of the gig, but stuck around for her other albums, too, because he, really, really did like her.

If only he had the guts to tell her how he felt. He hated that he made the absurd portrayal of lions from The Wizard of Oz true.

“What about a sort of nasally, tipsy, but not-yet-drunk voice? The one you did when we worked on-.” the lion beamed at the tigress as he thought back to working on her first album with her but was interrupted by the tigress who finished his sentence for him.

“Tequila?” the tigress’s lips morphed into a smile and she let out a chuckle.

Andy wasn’t a big fan of being interrupted when he was speaking, but he didn’t mind when Alex did it – he found it charming how eager she was to talk, it definitely did not have anything to do with him being completely head over heels in love with her. The lion smiled at the tigress and nodded his head. “Yeah! Maybe not as drunk as in Tequila, but after a shot or two, y’know?”

Alex stared at her producer through the glass for a few seconds before she bit her lower lip and cleared her throat. She glanced down at her lyrics that were scribbled crudely onto two pages of a taped-open notebook and mouthed them to herself before she turned her head to the side to clear her throat away from the microphone. After her tiny cough, she looked up from her notebook at the lion on the other end of the recording studio and smiled.

“Can I hear what my vocal from just now sounds like with the track?” the tigress asked.

Andy quickly nodded his head and reached his hand out to press the button to send the audio from the mixing desk to the headphones on the tiger’s head. “Yep, was just going to play it.” He slipped the left cup of his over-ear headphones off his ear so that he could hear the music play through the much richer and louder speakers. With a flick of his thumb against the white Apple wireless keyboard he had on the desk in front of him, their progress so far played throughout the speakers and the tigress’s headphones.

The song was still a work in progress and there was still a bunch of cleanup for Andy to do to perfect the beat, but it was good enough for a demo that they could work on before deciding if the song would make the final cut or not. The song was very reminiscent of late 2000s to early 2010s pop, a genre that Alex missed hearing; and since no one was making music like that anymore, Alex thought a nostalgia-based record would be a great addition to her discography; if not for her fans, fellow millennials, or Gen Z’ers who thought they were better than their peers just because they were into older technology and music – then for herself.

The song started with Alex’s chopped vocal repeating “Drop this track” over a bassline with synths and electronic whines and whirrs. Both the tigress and the lion started to move their heads to the song as it played. After the intro with the chopped vocal ended, the beat and synths continued, but the tigress’s vocal shifted to a lazy speak-rap.

He's a stereotype

He's got the baseball cap

And he's building the hype

As he's feeding me this hot track, oh

He's feeding me this hot track, oh, oh

Andy paused the song and pointed the index fingers on both of his hands up toward the ceiling excitedly. “This part. Wanna try doing a tipsy voice? I think that’ll solidify the 2010s feel.”

Alex paused for a moment to think and looked at her producer with a hint of doubt behind those green eyes. But after around 15 seconds, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Yeah! We can do that.” The tigress’s voice cracked toward the end of her sentence and she felt a slight itchiness creep up her throat. She turned her face to the side, coughed, and grabbed her can of Liquid Death. She cracked it open and took a sip to soothe her throat. After swallowing the ridiculously branded water (yes, water), she let out a refreshed sigh, set the can down, and tested out her tipsy voice for Handy Andy.

“Let me know how this sounds, yeah?”

Andy nodded, slipped the left cup of his headphones over his ear, and quickly made sure they were recording; just in case the best take came from the tigress just trying it out. When he was sure that they were, he gave her a thumbs up to let her know that he was ready.

Alex took in a deep breath and cleared her throat again. After a few seconds, she did her thing, with a slightly smaller, tipsier voice; almost like a Valley Girl who had just finished her second Long Island Ice Tea.

He's a stereotype

He's got the baseball cap

And he's building the hype

As he's feeding me this hot track, oh

He's feeding me this hot track, oh, oh

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The smell of cheap but delicious pizza slowly crept into the recording studio as Andy tweaked the tigress’s fresh tipsy vocal that they had recorded for all of the song’s verses. The lion tapped his feet against the floor in sync with the song and bobbed his head up and down as he went through and listened to the first cleaned-up draft of the song one more time as Alex went to get them some pizza. As the song came to an end, the lion had a massive smile on his face. The song was fire and he couldn’t wait to let Alex hear it.

Alex pushed the large and heavy soundproofed door of the recording studio open with her back as her hands were full. Two pizza boxes, a large bottle of Fanta Orange, and two smaller boxes that were labeled with “wings” and “baked mushroom pasta” respectively. The smell of melted cheese, lightly salted cooked pizza dough, and pepperoni filled the air so quickly that even though the lion did not hear the door open, he turned around to look at the tigress as she walked over to the table on the other side of the studio and set the boxes of food down onto it.

Andy spun around in his chair and watched as his fellow feline set the little coffee table in front of the super suspicious black leather couch up for lunch. Alex placed the boxes of food out neatly and flipped the lids on them open, releasing all the delicious food fumes into the air. She took in a deep breath through her nose and let out a hungry sigh that was closer to a moan. She licked her lips, put her hands on her hips, and bent over to pick up the biggest, oiliest, and calorie-densest slice of pizza. She pulled the Italian cheese triangle from the box and watched in awe as the mozzarella stretched out close to a foot in length. Steam floated from the slice in Alex’s hand, which prompted her to blow on it before she took a big bite out of the tapered end of the triangle. The slice was still piping hot, which made the tigress go wide-eyed and make weird noises as she tried desperately to chew the bite of pizza in her mouth while also blowing the hot air in her mouth out.

“HHHHHhhaaaaaaaaaa…. Hohry fhuck.”

Andy let out a chuckle when he saw Alex struggle with her hot slice of pizza and pushed himself up from his chair to grab himself one, too. By the time he got to the coffee table and grabbed himself a portion of pepperoni, the tigress had sat down on the couch to continue slowly chewing what was essentially lactose lava in her mouth. Andy blew on his slice for significantly longer than Alex did hers and joined her on the couch.

After blowing on his slice of pepperoni pie for approximately ten seconds, he took his first bite out of the cheap, nasty, and delicious pizza. He let out a happy sigh, too, and chewed on his pizza happily, letting the taste of Italy splash around in his mouth.

It took Alex around ten seconds to finish chewing her too-hot bite of pizza – by the time it was cool enough for her to swallow, it had become mush. A gulp and a clear of her throat later, the tigress grabbed the two red solo cups that came with their pizza order and poured Fanta for the both of them. She slid one cup to the lion, brought hers to her lips, and took a big gulp of it before she sighed happily.

“Ahhh… Nothing like good cheap pizza.” Alex cooed and looked at the lion as he chewed.

“Mhm,” Andy smiled at Alex as he swallowed his bite. He grabbed his cup of Fanta and took a sip. Once the fizzy drink sloshed down his throat and settled in his stomach, he suppressed a big soda burp and turned it into a throat-clearing cough instead. “I can’t believe it; Alex Marx the Spot enjoys a cheap dirty pizza that will probably give her food poisoning… She’s just like the rest of us. We shall spare her from our campaign to eat the rich…”

Alex was in the middle of taking her second bite but stopped to look at her producer when he claimed that she would be spared the guillotine whenever the next revolution came around. She chuckled, scoffed, and rolled her eyes. She then took a second bite out of her slice of pizza, chewed, and didn’t even wait to swallow before she spoke.

With a mouthful of an Italian-American man’s meat, sauce, and cheese Alex said with a muffled voice. “You’re one to talk, Mister Producer of the Year, Non-Classical, for three years in a row. You know I see the royalty splits, right? You’d be right there on the guillotine with me.” The tigress continued chewing her mouthful of pizza after she was done and swallowed it a few seconds later once it had become soft and mushy enough.

“Uh-huh, after the label takes what, 70 percent?” Andy rolled his eyes and took another bite out of his slice. He maintained eye contact with Alex throughout their entire conversation, even as he took bites out of his pizza, which Alex thought was a little bit funny, but paid it no more mind than normal. As the lion chewed his pizza with his mouth closed, his eyebrows slowly crept into his forehead as he waited for the tigress to reply.

“Pfft. As IF Logan would let me anywhere near inking a deal like that.” Alex chuckled and set her half-eaten slice of pizza down in her lap to hold her red solo cup with both hands and downed the entirety of her orange soda. “I started with a 50/50 from the get-go, with an option to go to 80/20 if my debut album sold more than a mil.” Alex let out another refreshed sigh as she set her cup down and picked her slice of pizza up from her lap to continue eating it.

Andy almost spit out the pizza that he was chewing when he heard the specifics of Alex’s deal with the record label. He went wide-eyed and hurriedly chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth. After a loud gulp from food that wasn’t properly chewed sliding down his throat, he spoke. “Holy. Ack!” he coughed. “Holy shit, Miss Hall does not play around does she?”

Alex shook her head as she reached the crust of her slice and folded the entire thing into her mouth. She wasn’t normally one to talk with her mouth full of food, but she liked talking to Andy, and she figured with how many years they had known each other, a little lack of manners wouldn’t be so bad. As she tried to chew with her mouth closed while also talking, her words came out muffled again.

“She does not,” the tigress paused to chew a few more times before she continued. “I don’t know how she does it.” She chuckled and shook her head. “What would I do without her?” After a few more seconds of chewing, the pop star finally swallowed. She then licked the pizza dough dust off of her fingers and smacked her lips.

Normally, Andy (and probably a majority of people) would have considered talking while chewing to be rude. But when it was Alex talking to him, he didn’t mind it as much – it felt good to know that she was excited to talk to him, so excited that she risked choking on her food if God forbid it ever fell down her windpipe. The lion was pretty good at the Heimlich maneuver, however, so he was content to let her keep doing what she was doing.

“I think she just intimidates everyone… I mean, have you ever seen her in anything other than a pantsuit and resting bitch-face?” The lion said with a chuckle. He chuckled a little too hard and shook some of the specks of oregano on the top of his pizza onto his black leather jacket and red t-shirt that he wore so often that Alex once had to ask if he ever washed them. He broke his eye contact with the tigress momentarily to brush the crumbs off of his clothes and returned his gaze to her just five seconds later. When his baby blue eyes locked to the tigress’s green ones, he noticed that she was looking at him somewhat funny, to which he reacted with an eyebrow raise. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you STILL scared of Logan?”

“…Yes?” Andy gulped after he answered the tigress. He was never personally on the receiving end of the raccoon manager’s scolds, but he had been on the sidelines of many and had seen how scary she could be when things weren’t going the way they were supposed to. Her job required her to be vicious; which she was. Come to think of it, the lion wasn’t sure if he ever saw her smile outside of that one picture of her college graduation that she hung quite prominently on the wall of her top-floor office at Hall of Fame HQ. The thought of that woman alone was enough to make the lion tremble in fear. Normally, he’d be embarrassed to admit that he was afraid of someone he could easily overcome in a physical altercation, but there was no shame in being afraid of Logan, no shame whatsoever.

Alex stared at her producer intensely as he explained nothing of his rationale on why he was scared of her manager. The pause that came after his one-word response was a lot longer than Andy realized and Alex thought that he was going to elaborate further – when he didn’t, Alex raised her brow at him and started to chuckle.

“And? That’s it? Hahaha! I thought you were going to spill the beans on WHY she is so scary to you.” The tigress waggled her eyebrows at him and chuckled a little more.

“Pfft, and have you tell on me? No way. She’s scary enough when she isn’t scolding anyone, and when she is scolding someone, I pray it never be me.” Andrew smiled and took his eyes off Alex’s again, this time to look at the open boxes of pizza on the coffee table in front of them. He debated internally whether he should grab another slice, but the debate didn’t last long and he leaned forward to grab a slice with a happy little purr. With a fresh slice in his hand, he leaned back against the couch and took a big bite.

Alex looked offended at the lion’s assumption that she would tattle on him to the raccoon, but after she gave it a bit of thought, she concluded that his assumption wasn’t baseless and that she probably would tell her manager that Andy was scared of her eventually. Whether she told her willingly or with some encouragement was uncertain. With a shrug of her shoulders, the tigress leaned forward and stretched her arm across the coffee table to grab herself another slice of pie, too. When Alex’s back smooshed into the squeaky leather couch cushions, she brought the slice of pizza to her mouth and took a large bite out of it.

“Soooooooo, Andy, what’s new with you? Why has it been so hard to get you in the studio with me?” The tigress turned around to sit with her back against the armrest of the couch and her paws up on the couch. She wiggled her toes once they pressed into the couch, which caught Andy’s attention – being the paw fetishist that he was, he, of course, stared for a little bit. A small smile crept onto his face when the tigress wiggled her toes, and that was when he realized that he had been staring for far too long for him not to come across as a creep. He redirected his gaze back to Alex’s and took another bite out of his pepperoni pie as he thought of how to answer the tigress’s question.

“Well…” the lion spoke up after a brief pause, only to pause again immediately. After around a minute this time, he continued, to the bewilderment of the popstar tigress sitting across from him. “Not much new! Working a lot, making beats and all that. Hahaha.” The lion’s laugh was dry, so dry that Alex could almost see sand coming out of his throat as he did it. He cleared his throat after his laugh and took another bite of his pizza, this time shoving the whole half that was left into his mouth as a way to delay having to reply to the tigress’s vague, yet somehow invasive question. The truth was, he didn’t have much new going on other than his work – and even that was more of the same thing over and over again just with different artists, labels, and songs. That wasn’t to say that his dating life was uneventful, there were happenings here and there. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t shake the crush that he had on Alex off of him – not even for the duration of a date.

If only he had matched with Alex on Tinder, he could send her one of his genius pick-up lines that he would never have the balls to say to her in person.

“I’ll take that as a “not much”, then.” The tigress chuckled, shook her head, and shoved the rest of her pizza slice into her mouth in a way not too dissimilar to the lion. It would have taken both Alex and Andy around 30 seconds to properly chew what they had in their mouths, but Andy was so adamant about defending himself, so he spoke with his mouth full.

“I didn’t say that!” he raised his voice just shy of a shout, at the risk of accidentally spitting his food out of his mouth. When he felt that the pizza that he had shoved into his face was close to flying free from his lips, he quickly chewed and swallowed. “Just need time to process all that’s new, is all.” The lion shrugged his shoulders. “A lot is new with me, Alex, a lot. I got a new car, moved to a new place, got super-fast Wi-Fi installed.”

Alex played along and nodded her head to the lion’s little list of what was new in his life. The more things he listed, the bigger the grin on her face became. And once he was done listing the oh-so-vast number (three) of things that were fresh in his life that Alex presumably didn’t know about, she hit him with a rebuttal.

“Mmmyeah, you got that car a year ago, moved six months ago, and you got your ‘new’ and fast Wi-Fi like two months ago… Cut the CRAP Andy! I’m talking about the REAL new stuff! The juicy bits that you aren’t sharing to your Instagram story.” It was like the tigress came prepared with a script memorized, specifically just to call out her producer and friend for not sharing the itty-bitty details of his life with her.

Andy didn’t have to share those itty-bitty details with Alex if he didn’t want to. But he did want to, he just couldn’t share everything with her. He figured that the tigress would realize that he had a crush on her eventually, he just didn’t think “eventually” would be this long. Maybe he wasn’t as obvious about it as he thought. He was extremely red in the face, his sweat pooled under the fur on his forehead, and his heart raced in his chest faster than the 808 drum beats he was known for putting into the songs he produced. But they were in the music industry; for all Alex knew, Andy could have been on any combination of illicit substances that helped make the “creative juices flow” that had the same side effects as those of falling head-over-heels for someone.

Before the lion could say anything about it himself, the tigress pried a little more into her maned big cat friend’s life. “Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyyyyyyfriend?” Alex raised her right eyebrow inquisitively and slowly smiled wider and wider the more flustered her producer became. She loved teasing him, completely unaware of how mean she came across sometimes. It wasn’t her fault though. If she knew how Andy felt about her, she probably would see how her teasing was mean and tone it down a little.

Andy screamed, internally, when Alex pried further into his personal life and even his sexuality. Him taking offense from the tigress’s mere suggestion that he may be a fan of the same sex was the hetero-est thing he could have done. Although, he would be lying if he said he never found himself curious about how things would go if he weren’t so enamored by women. Life would probably be easier if he had a bro that he could pound and talk about the latest in dude music with. He needed someone to talk about the various beefs in the hip-hop and rap scene so badly that it made him feel like he was constantly being blue-balled. A bro who would listen to him yap on for hours about how Drake is a minor-loving creep and how Kendrick Lamar was a lyrical genius and suck his dick at the same time? Tempting. Very tempting.

“Oh my god, ALEX,” the lion blushed a deep strawberry red and tried to hide his face in his hands. The cadence at which he blurted out the lord’s name in vain and how he looked with his hands covering his face made him look a lot less straight than he claimed to be. After around 20 seconds, he removed his hands from his face, huffed, and crossed his arms over his puffed chest that rose and fell with his heightened breaths.

“What?! It was just a question!” Alex brought her hands up and turned her palms up so they faced the ceiling. “You never talk to me about this stuff, and as your frequent collaborator and FRIEND, I am offended that you never talk to me about this stuff.” The tigress frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, too, to sell the look.

Andy felt bad almost immediately after he saw the tigress’s frown – be it a false one or not, his crush on her made it so that he automatically felt bad for her whenever her lips went into the negatives on the smile-graph. With a bite to his lower lip that turned into a chew, he thought of what to say to her to make that frown of hers go away. For a split second, he even considered telling her how he really felt. Can you believe that? He was just about to open his mouth up to speak when his cowardliness got the better of him and forced him back to chewing his lip again. Oh, how he wished he could meet the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

“Ahh… Well, firstly, I am straight.” The lion chuckled, brought his hands up, and turned his palms in Alex’s direction as if surrendering to the feds. “And secondly, I do not have a girlfriend, but I do know this one gal who I am fond of.” Andy’s lips pursed into a cute smile when he mentioned the gal that he was into and let out a happy little sigh to himself before he continued.

Alex noticed the little smile on the lion’s face as soon as it appeared and she pushed herself from the armrest of the couch to lean toward Andy. She put her elbows in her lap, her chin in her hands, and flicked her ears out into the “ready to listen to other people’s business” position – they flickered and turned in Andy’s direction like little satellite dishes on a news van and she sat in silence to let the lion speak.

“She’s a real looker, I’ll tell you that. Easily my type. A little shorter than I am, great legs… Hah.” Andrew’s gaze wandered off into the distance. “But the looks aside, she’s also just a super sweet person, too. She makes me laugh, she laughs at my dumb jokes, and I just have a good time being around her, you know? It feels warm and cozy, even when I’m not talking to her, and she’s just sitting in the same room with me and doing her own thing.” Andy began to ramble a little and purred as he gushed compliment after compliment out about the gal that only he knew was Alex.

The tigress had never heard Andy talk about anyone the way he was talking about this “gal” before, and she sat there staring at him like a kid in a candy store. She watched as Andy fawned over this person and even felt a little bit of secondhand butterflies as if she were the one crushing them. The longer she listened, the warmer her chest and tummy felt and the bigger the smile on her face became. Seeing someone so in love was nice – cute in a way, and it made the tigress want to root for him and whoever it was he was describing with such beautiful language.

“I just wish it wasn’t so hard to tell someone that you liked them.” The lion said with a defeated sigh after he ran out of compliments for his anonymized crush. Even as his ramblings came to a little bit of a sad end, it wasn’t enough to wipe the happy smile off of his face. He was in the presence of that gal he was talking about after all; the real looker with the great legs who he was happy just being in the same room with. He felt an overwhelming amount of butterflies in his stomach like he had just eaten a dozen oysters, without the explosive end that usually came with the scenario – although it sure felt like he was going to explode.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Alex asked.

Oh, how he wished Alex would stop prying. But oh how he loved talking to her. If only it were as easy as the tigress suggested; how was he supposed to ask out the world’s biggest pop star even if she was sitting right across from him showing him her toes?

“I wish it were that easy…” The lion’s smile finally faded a little and he let out another dry chuckle. He avoided Alex’s eyes as best he could, but that only made him look down at her feet, which wasn’t much of a better place for him to look. He panicked a bit and his eyes darted around the recording studio desperate for something to look at, when his eyes came back to the tigress’s paws again, out came a miracle in the form of Alex’s phone ringing.

Unsurprisingly, the tigress had set her ringtone to be one of her songs.

She let her phone ring for a few seconds before she started to dig through her deep pockets to grab it. Once it was out, she looked at the contact name and smiled, but still did not answer. Instead, the tigress looked at Andy and gave him a few more words of encouragement. “If it were easy, then I’d be shagging Brad Pitt. C’mon, you gotta just take a leap of faith and ask her out.” Alex paused to quickly glance at the phone in her hand and placed her thumb on the “Slide to answer” toggle in preparation to pick it up. Her eyes returned to Andy once her thumb was in the right spot on the phone’s screen. “Worse thing she can say is ‘No’. Or ‘Sorry, I have a boyfriend’.”  She shrugged her shoulders as she raised her inquisitive right eyebrow even further into her forehead.

Alex was right – the worst thing that could happen from him asking her out was her telling him that she already had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that was calling her phone, right now. Andy’s frown became a lot more apparent when the tigress’s phone started ringing; and when she picked up the call and said “Hey, babe,” all the butterflies in his stomach reverted to caterpillars and he felt the urge to go elsewhere.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what will happen,” the lion muttered under his breath as he slouched and sunk into the couch. His sad cowardly lion eyes dropped from looking at the tigress’s face down to her feet again and he scoffed at himself. If only he had acted on his feelings for the tigress sooner, maybe he’d be the one she was calling babe, instead of that guy Adrian. The fact that he was a lion, too, only made Andy beat himself up about it harder.

As Alex talked on the phone with her boyfriend, Andy quietly excused himself, got off the couch, and walked out of the recording studio with his head hung low and the fingers of his left hand pressed up against his brow.

A bro who could suck his dick while he moaned about his crush on Alex would be pretty based right about now – oh, the woes of being straight.

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“Hey there, handsome,” Alex cooed as her boyfriend Adrian stepped into the recording studio. Adrian was tall, handsome as hell, and had that sort of bad-boy look that worked so well on Alex. It also helped that the tigress had a thing for lions; there was just something about manes that she found incredibly attractive.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Adrian replied as he stepped into the tigress’s in-home recording studio that he had started to become accustomed to. With the tigress being somewhat of a workaholic whenever it was time for her to create new music, he often found himself spending quality time in the studio with her. Not that he knew what most of the stuff in there did or what they were even called. He enjoyed spending time with his popstar girlfriend in her cozy studio, mostly because they often got up to shenanigans in there together that required several hours of deep cleaning the very next day, and it was only sometimes because Alex spilled wine on the carpet.

Alex did a little hop and looped her arms over the lion’s big and broad shoulders. She looked up at him, into his pretty blue eyes, and smiled. She gently brushed her fingers against his big brown mane and pulled herself close to the muscular figure that he had under his leather jacket, black t-shirt, and jeans; the classic bad boy look.

Adrian smiled, too, and raised his brow when his girlfriend hopped up and wrapped her arms around him. His hands went straight for her ass to offer her support and his fingers dug into her soft cheeks. He gave her rear end a firm squeeze and lowered his head down slightly to brush his lips over the tigress’s before he gave her a gentle kiss.

‘Mch.’

The lion pulled away from the quick kiss and gave his girlfriend’s ass another squeeze, this time it was so firm that he accidentally lifted her up and off the floor by a few inches. With the tiger lifted off of her feet, Adrian took the opportunity to course-correct and give her a proper, sloppy, slimy, and tongue-filled kiss that even the French would have considered as too much.

Alex was caught off-guard by the strong butt squeeze that lifted her off of her feet and the French kiss that followed, but she reciprocated without even as much as a second thought. Her tongue left her mouth and entered his as soon as his tongue retreated from her mouth enough. She then let out a muffled moan and moved her hands up from his shoulders to cup both of his cheeks.

Adrian used the grip that he had on Alex’s ass to hoist her up even further off of the ground, stepped through the doorway that he had been standing in, and kicked the door closed behind him with such precision that it became apparent that he had done this exact routine before. He carried Alex a total of five steps before he stopped, pulled his head back to break the kiss, and looked at her.

“Hhaaahow was your day?” the tigress asked through a pant and licked up the saliva string that stretched out between their lips. She slid her right hand from Adrian’s left cheek to drag her thumb over his lips as she continued to pant heavily and catch her breath. She used her thumb to wipe his spit-covered lips clean, and once they were, she pulled it away from him and licked it.

“My day was good, how was yours?” Adrian asked with a smile. When Alex wiped the saliva from his lips with her thumb and then licked it, he snickered. “Did that producer of yours try to hit on you again?” While he waited for the tiger to answer, he resumed his steps into the studio and carried his girlfriend over to the black leather couch and the coffee table with half-empty pizza boxes and bottles of orange soda.

“I’ll have you know that he was never hitting on me. We’re just really good friends.” The tigress chuckled and flicked her head to the side to get the loose locks of hair above her forehead that weren’t long enough to be secured in with the rest of her high ponytail out of her eyes. “He told me a little about his romantic life today. He has a girl with ‘great legs’ that he is really into.” Alex cooed and wrapped her legs around Adrian’s waist as he carried her toward the recording studio’s couch.

The tall brown and white lion furrowed his brows suspiciously at his girlfriend when she explained that her producer never hit on her and that he had already had eyes for another. He squinted his eyes as he approached the couch and came to a stop once he was close enough to gently place the tiger clinging to him down onto it. He let out a soft grunt as he bent down to gently place the striped cat girl onto the couch and let out a sigh as he dropped himself down right next to her. The king of the jungle was quick to kick his feet up onto the coffee table that was in front of the couch and stretched his arms over the backrest and his girlfriend’s shoulders. He pulled her close and nestled his muzzle against her cheek for a quick peck and sniff.

Alex let out a chuckle, leaned into her boyfriend’s sniff and smooch, and turned to face Adrian to give him a sniff and smooch of her own. When her nose pressed into the lion’s neck and she took in his scent, she started purring. Her boyfriend smelled nice; a mixture of his deodorant, shampoo, and sweat made for a scent cocktail that made the tigress feel safe and warm. The lion’s thick mane made it so that his scent and musk lingered longer, a contributing factor to why she liked lions. The tiger closed her eyes and her nose continued to wiggle and dance as she rubbed her face all in her boyfriend’s mane. After about a minute of rubbing herself against her boyfriend, she stopped with her head on his shoulder, opened her eyes to look up at him, and smiled.

Adrian watched as his girlfriend basked herself in his scent and rubbed her cheek into him the way that felines did. When she stopped and looked up at him, he raised an eyebrow and continued their conversation from earlier about the tigress’s producer. “And did he give this person with great legs a name? Or did he leave it vague?” Adrian raised his brow even further and smirked.

The tiger furrowed her brow and squinted at her boyfriend, suspicious and a little confused as to how he knew such specifics on the way Andy described his romantic endeavors to her. After a few seconds of squint-staring at him, she said; “What are you trying to tell me? Spit it out.”

Adrian let out a soft scoff that turned into a chuckle. He tilted his chin down slightly to press his nose into Alex’s cheek and took in her scent through his soft breaths in and out. After three sniffs, he shrugged his shoulders and brought a hand to play with the tigress’s high ponytail. “I’m just saying that maybe the person with the great legs that he’s talking about is probably you.” The lion twirled and untwirled Alex’s brown locks around his fingers as he spoke. “I mean, it makes sense, you do have gorgeous legs.” Adrian continued, his smile widened and he brought his other hand to gently place it over the tigress’s thigh. His big hand was large enough to cover almost the entire width of her thigh and he gave it a firm squeeze once he had a good grip on it.

The tigress continued to purr as she looked up at her boyfriend’s face. When he suggested that her producer Andy was talking about her when he told her about his crush, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Naw, I genuinely think he sees me as a friend. My legs are good, but he said ‘great’ legs. The way he said it too, he's obviously talking about one of those models he meets at his big music parties.” Alex shook her head and continued to refute the suggestion that her producer was in love with her. Whether it was genuine naivety or denial was still up for debate. Adrian was leaning toward the latter.

“Plus, I already have a lion boyfriend… It’s not like I can have two.” Alex chuckled and raised her brow at her boyfriend as if to ask him for permission to get herself a second lion boyfriend.

Adrian played along after an eye roll. “Are you sure you can handle two lions? Last I recall, you already have your hands full with just the one.”

“I don’t have to hold your dick with both hands all the time, do I? I could hold one dick in each hand…” Alex kept her tone as serious as possible. She even raised both her hands to mimic holding a dick in each. She couldn’t keep the façade of seriousness up for very long, however; as she burst out into a snorty ugly laugh after she air jerked off the imaginary dicks in her hands.

Adrian let out a chuckle, too, before he smooched Alex on her forehead and continued playing with her hair. “You’re disgusting,” he added.

“I love you, too, Adrian.” Alex rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from the lion. She looked slightly offended by the lion’s joke comment, but it didn’t linger. “Oh!” the tigress exclaimed excitedly; the annoyed look wiped clean off of her face in an instant. “I had something I wanted to run by you.” She bounced off of the couch, onto her feet, and ran off to the opposite side of the recording studio. Her feet thumped against the carpeted floor both on the way across the room and the way back. She came back with a red Gibson electric guitar with a large piece of black plastic sticking out from the bottom of it where a cable would usually go. Alex hopped back onto the couch with her back against the armrest so that she faced her boyfriend. With the guitar in her lap, she fiddled around with it and flicked a few switches to turn it on and connect it to the speakers in the studio.

Adrian was intrigued and watched as his girlfriend skipped her way across the studio to grab her guitar. When she dropped back down on the couch and turned on the guitar, he became even more intrigued and tilted his head to the side just a smidge. “Did you write a song for me?”

Alex smirked as she tuned the guitar in her lap and strummed the strings on the guitar with her claws to make sure that it was properly tuned and that the wireless connection to the studio’s sound system was working properly.

‘Bwaaaaammm~’the sound of the electric guitar echoed through the studio at a surprisingly comfortable volume.

“Something like that,” the tigress grinned and placed her fingers on the first chords of the song and strummed the strings again. With her feet up on the couch with her, Adrian couldn’t help but give her cute toeless socked paws a gander.

With a smile as she started playing the intro to her new song, the tigress lifted her paws up and placed them in her boyfriend’s lap. Adrian went a little wide-eyed and shifted his gaze from his girlfriend’s feet to her face.

“Listen, now. I really want to hear what you think.” Alex said with a soft smile as her paws pressed into the faux bulge in her boyfriend’s jeans like two hands kneading a particularly tough dough ball.  

Adrian smiled back at his girlfriend and nodded. He felt his dick slowly start to get hard underneath his jeans as the tigress worked her magic on him.

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Alex’s boyfriend let out a huff and leaned his head against the wall that was behind the surprisingly short backrest of the couch. The sound of Alex playing her electric guitar echoed through the studio and in the lion’s head as he tried his best to focus on the song that she was singing to him. But it was hard to focus on anything when the tigress had her feet on his dick.

The lion had taken off his clothes at the request of Alex once she felt that his dick had become erect underneath all that was keeping him modest. She continued playing the guitar and singing even as her hunk of a boyfriend stripped down to his fur in front of her. She only paused once, for ten seconds, to stare at her boyfriend’s thick, fat, and uncut dick as he sat himself back down on the couch. After those ten seconds were up, she went back to strumming her guitar and didn’t even look when she put her paws back on his dick – her right paw on the base, and her left on the tip. With her boyfriend’s dick in between her feet and her guitar in between her fingers, the tigress was in her element, and she played away like she wasn’t actively giving her boyfriend a footjob at the same time.

Alex’s paws were soft and teetered on the line between warm and toasty, which felt incredibly good against Adrian’s junk and had it twitching and throbbing like a Jack-in-the-Box that just sprung out after being wound up for a very long time. Adrian let out huff after huff as Alex slowly slid her paws up and down his shaft and rubbed her soft, pink, and squishy paw pads into his foreskin-covered tip. The fur on the bottom of her feet was equally soft but provided a different texture for his rod to enjoy. It felt like he was rubbing his cock against a soft and wooly shag carpet, how he knew to make that comparison was a secret that he’d never tell.

Adrian closed his eyes and let out a soft huff as the tigress’s paws squeezed and kneaded his tough meat. With her boyfriend’s meat sandwiched in between her paws, Alex slowly slid them up and down along the length of his dick, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his shiny mushroom head of a dick tip and rolling it back over to cover it up again. With another strum to her guitar’s strings, the tigress waited for the sound that played through the speakers to die down before she started singing and plucked individual strings to play different notes and chords in quicker succession. The song was a new genre from the tigress, rock and roll.

“I met you when you were drunk

You thought we'd just have some fun

Boy, I'm about to fuck you up”

As she sang her song, she moved her feet up and down in a rhythm that matched the song. It was slow at first but then picked up in speed as she approached the meat of the song – the chorus. Her soft pink paw pads gripped her boyfriend’s hot schmeat like the suction cups of an octopus on an unfortunate prey. Flesh on flesh, Alex was able to feel her boyfriend’s pulse through his dick. If she were a cardiologist, she would have been concerned about his heart rate; but she wasn’t one. Plus, her boyfriend being so excited while she was playing him a song that she wrote about him made her happy. Even if his excitement came more from her paws than the musical material being played.

Alex nodded her head as she sang and occasionally looked up from her guitar to glance at the cock in between her feet and her boyfriend’s face, all while continuously singing her heart out for her him. She sang a little louder to make up for the squishy wet sound that her paws made on Adrian’s dick.

‘Shhhhlllllllcck. Schllllllllllllck. Schhhhhhhllllllck.’

“Baby, I hope you're into dirty talk

Late night, all night, bootycalls

Then I'm takin' all your love”

“Hhhhhhhffffuuuuuuccckk…” The lion moaned, rudely interrupting the tigress’s singing. He had been able to keep mostly quiet throughout his girlfriend giving him a footjob. His dick leaked precum, which acted as a natural lubricant for Alex’s peets to glide over his cock with ease. His clear, sticky, and slightly fragrant man lube soaked into her paw pads and fur from the slit in the tip of his dick and was spread all over the length of his manhood by her paws – like melted butter on warm fresh-out-of-the-toaster bread.

Alex stopped her singing when she heard her boyfriend’s moan, but her fingers on the guitar were already way too far into the song to stop. Luckily, the current portion of the song had her playing the same four-chord arrangement over and over again, which allowed her to stop singing to tilt her head at the lion and grin in response to the incredibly sexy moan that came out of his mouth through grit teeth. She said nothing to him, but instead stopped her paw’s movements right where they started; her left paw against his shaft and her right on his turtlenecked tip, and watched as the lion slowly opened his eyes up to look at her once the pleasure of her paws rubbing against his lion loins stopped.

When his eyelids rolled open like the shutters of a New York bodega on a newsworthy morning, Adrian was met with his girlfriend staring right at him, feet on his dick, fingers playing her guitar, and that cocky smile that she always had on her face whenever she had him under her paw. Adrian wasn’t even that much of a paw or foot fetishist, if at all, but he was into Alex. And since those paws on his dick belonged to Alex, he was into them, too.

It also helped that pawjobs felt damn good.

Adrian gave Alex a confused look. Not a single word left his lips, but the way his brows both furrowed and raised at the same time conveyed “Why did you stop?” as clear as day.

“Are you even listening to the song?” The tigress asked her boyfriend in a scoff, although her lip remained pursed in a smile. Adrian knew better than to tell her that he hadn’t been listening, so he didn’t.

“I am… But it is a little hard to focus when you’re doing…” Adrian paused to look down at his dick as it continued to throb in between the tigress’s pre-cum slicked paws. His dick was hard as diamonds, so hard that the veins that were pumping blood to it bulged through his skin like the hungry roots of an invasive tree. They pulsed with every beat of his heart as blood surged through them and kept his blood-hungry massive footlong of a dick constantly hard under the tigress’s paws.

“That…” the lion said through a long sigh as a shiver traveled up his spine. He nudged his head in the direction of the pawjob that was going on in his lap and let out a soft chuckle to hide the fact that he wanted oh so very badly to bust a nut on her gorgeous, soft, and shiny paws.

He wasn’t into feet.

“Do you want me to stop?” the tigress asked with a raised brow. She curled her toes into her boyfriend’s meat and ever so gently pressed her claws into it which made the lion close his eyes and let out his second paw-induced moan, one a lot louder and growlier than the last.

“Aaaahhhrrrnnngggnnnhhhh… Fuck, Alex… Babe, you know how much I want to listen to your song about me…” he paused to take in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled out of his mouth in a long and heavy sigh. “But, no, please… Don’t stop.”

Alex’s cocky smile grew wider when her boyfriend, who she was well aware wasn’t into the foot stuff that she was into, admitted to her that he did not want her to stop. With a nod, she continued to play her guitar, relaxed her toes, and resumed sliding her feet up and down the lion’s hog. After a few seconds of only the sounds of her guitar being strummed and the squishy wet sounds of her paws rubbing and tugging his dick and rolling his foreskin back and over his shiny, pre-cum coated dick tip echoing through the recording studio, the tigress continued with her song.

“I know you thought we could have a casual sexual kind of thing

I already told you, my love is a drug

Boy, you're about to O.D”

The tigress’s paws on Adrian’s dick felt incredible – the three different textures of her squishy paw pads, the fur in between her beans, and the slightly rough fabric of her toeless socks took the lion for a ride on the pleasure train. His hyper-sensitive manhood throbbed eagerly each time the tigress dragged her feet from the tip of his Eiffel Tower down to his brown pubic hair-laden Jacques Chirac Quay below. He tried his best to listen and comprehend the lyrics that his popstar poet of a girlfriend wrote for him, but most of it went in one ear and straight out of the other. Was one able to blame him, though? He was getting the best pawjob of his life from the world’s biggest popstar who just so happened to be his girlfriend. His dick was hard, his girlfriend’s sweaty feet rubbed and tugged on his uncut dick with squeezes trickled in between, and she was serenading him with a rock song that she wrote about the start of their loving relationship.

He let out huff after huff and moan after moan as her soft paws worked his dick better than any of the Fleshlights™ and Autoblows™ he tore through with his length and girth. He reopened his eyes to watch as her paws slid up and down and up and down, rolling his foreskin back and over his blunt dick head repeatedly. Each time, the sound that his foreskin made as it rolled back and forth over his glans like a PushPop being pushed in and out of its case got louder and louder. And every time the lion’s natural turtleneck rolled down to rest in his frenulum, the smell of his dick fumigated through the air and into the tigress’s nose. Adrian had a strong musk; a mix of sweat, pheromones, and a general man-stink that didn’t at all stink to the tigress or anyone who found the lion attractive. Alex’s nose wiggled and danced very subtly each time she took a breath break in between her lyrics.

“Machine gun love, you asked for this

I lace my kiss with poison”

‘Snfff.’

“Machine gun love, you never thought

I'd eat your heart out of you”

‘Snfff. Snfff.’

“And you said you were not the kind of guy to fall in love with

Well, look how things have changed”

Alex began to purr with her singing. The soft rumbles that came from her chest could be felt as far as her toes that were wrapped around her boyfriend’s knob, which made the pawjob that she was giving even more intense for her boyfriend, who moaned, huffed, and puffed as the tigress continued to serenade him with her rock’n’roll love song. Her paws slid up and down the lion’s dick faster the further into her song she got and the wet squishes and squelches that came from her toes got louder and louder – only for her to slow her paw’s movements as she reached the end of the first chorus.

“Machine gun love, you asked for this

I've got you now, got you with, oh, with my machine gun”

Once the chorus came to an end, Alex continued strumming her guitar and even headbanged to it just a little bit as the song got faster and more intense. The song would have been perfect had her touring band been with her to provide drum and bass. It wasn’t like her band would have been against playing for her while she got her boyfriend off either, but there was no way the tigress was letting any of those freaks near her sex life, otherwise, she’d never hear the end of it during her months on tour.

The striped feline’s paws came to a stop where they started, with her right paw on his shaft and her left on his tip. Adrian, noticing Alex stopping the pawjob, turned his attention to her face and raised a curious brow at her; but before he was able to ask her what she was doing and why she stopped, Alex nudged her head in the direction of her paws and mouthed “Look” to get her boyfriend to take his eyes off of her and look at his own junk.

He did – and he was not prepared for how hot what he saw was.

Alex slid her left paw up and over Adrian’s dick tip, so far up that her fluffy sole brushed over his foreskin and the part of his glans that peeked out from it. She pushed her foot up until she felt her boyfriend’s dick snag the bottom part of her open-toe and open-heel sock. She then pressed her paw down on the tip of the lion’s dick with just enough force to stretch the strap on her sock over it. This caused Adrian to let out a huge moan as the most sensitive part of his dick pressed against the underside of Alex’s foot hard. The strap on Alex’s sock wrapped around the end of the lion’s spear as she pulled her paw back down and placed her soft, warm, and squishy paw pads right back against his tip again. The elastics of the tigress’s foot coverings kept her left paw glued to the lion’s rod.

Adrian watched in awe as Alex somehow stretched her sock over his dick. His eyelids became incredibly heavy when the rough texture of her sock slid against his manhood – the sock felt good on him, better than the tigress’s paws did, even; and caused him to shudder, shiver, and moan in a way that Alex had never seen or heard before.

“Hhhhhhhoooohhhnnnnhhhnnnnggggggyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaha!” The fur on Adrian’s shoulder that was usually outshined by his mane stood up as a shiver traveled down his spine. The lion curled his toes, too. It took him a couple of seconds after his moan to catch his breath, after which a single syllable explicative left his bad boy lips.

“Fuck.”

Adrian’s breathing became labored and his toes stayed in their curled state against the carpeted floor underneath his feet. When Alex started sliding her paws up and down against his dick again, this time with her sock wrapped around his schmeat, adding a different texture into the mix, he felt a tingling sensation all over his sensitive glans and even on his much less sensitive shaft.

As her feet peeled and rolled her boyfriend’s dick’s foreskin with the aid of her sweaty sock, Alex Marx the Spot continued with her romance rock ballad, aptly titled Machine Gun Love.

“I don't think you understand

I'm good up until I'm bad

I get off when shit gets out of hand”

Literally.

“Oh, baby, but I swear I'm a pussycat

So sweet, until I attack

I want you, is that too much to ask”

‘Schlck, schlllck, schllllllck.’

The lion let out moan after moan as his dick was toyed with and milked by the popstar cat’s feet. The more his girlfriend’s paws rubbed on his meat the louder the noises he made were.

“Hhhnnnngggggghhhaaaaaahhhhhhh… Hhhnnnmmmmmmggggg…”

Adrian tried to listen to the tigress’s song, he really did, but Alex’s paws were ruthless. His dick twitched and throbbed almost violently, although the tiger’s sock that was wrapped around it kept it in place enough for the pawjob to keep going without a hitch.

“Oh, baby, I know you thought we could

Have a casual, sexual kind of thing”

The lion felt a familiar tingle in his loins as his rod wiggled and wobbled. His labored breathing turned into rapid-fire breaths as his balls churned seed and tucked upward, signaling that he was about to burst.

“I already told you my love is a drug

Boy, you're about to OD”

He was just about to OD; that was if OD was an acronym for (O)Boutta’ (D)ejaculate.

“Machine gun love, you asked for this

I lace my kiss with poison”

Adrian threw his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, and let out a grunt as his balls tucked upward repeatedly. His dick throbbed repeatedly, too. He gritted his teeth and moaned through said teeth as his violent throbs slowed. His seed traveled through the length of his cock and shot out from his urethra like champagne out of a bottle in an athlete celebrating their spot on the top of the podium’s hands.

“Machine gun love

You never thought I'd eat your heart out of you”

‘Glrch… Glork.. Glurht..’

“Hoooooohhhh… Fuck….”

The first rope of cum that shot out from Adrian only reached about half an inch in the air before it fell victim to gravity and came back down to splatter on, over, and around his dick and the feet that stuck to it. The lion’s cum was hot, almost to the point of sizzling; which felt great on Alex’s paws. Even as the lion came, the tigress didn’t stop rubbing and tugging his dick with her feet, at least not until his third rope, when his nut started reaching heights so impressive that Alex stopped playing her guitar, her singing, and her paws to watch as her boyfriend spewed out rope after rope of his thick, white, hot, and sticky semen all over her feet.

‘Splrt, splort, splart.’

Adrian’s hips bucked forward as he shot his ropes, which contributed greatly to his spunk’s trajectory and how much mess he ended up making by the time he shot out his sixth rope.

After six, was seven, eight, and then nine; each more voluminous than the last. By the end of it, once he shot his 13th rope that was closer to a slow ooze, Alex’s feet were covered in coats of his cum so thick that the black socks she had on appeared cloudy white.

Adrian huffed and puffed as he caught his breath. His dick continued to throb, although slower and softer now that the contents of his balls had been emptied all over the tigress’s paws, his dick, and a small portion of the couch that he was sprawled out on. The lion had just received the best pawjob in his life – that little trick with her sock ruined all other types of footplay for him and he wasn’t happy about it.

And he wasn’t even into feet.

Alex watched her boyfriend take deep breaths through his nose and exhale them out of his mouth with a smug smile spread across her face. When it became apparent to her that it would take a little more time for the lion to catch his breath, the tigress redirected her gaze to the mess that was her cum-covered feet and her boyfriend’s dick that throbbed so weakly that it reminded her of a fish that had been out of water for a long time and was still trying to flip and flop its way back into the water. She spread her toes and the cum that covered them stretched in a thick film in between them – for a second, she looked like she had webbed feet, but as gravity ran its course and the cum on Alex’s feet ran down onto her boyfriend’s cock, her feet reverted from frog form to cat form.

The tigress brought her eyes back to look at her boyfriend again once she spread and clenched her toes around his dick a few times – when she saw that he was still busy catching his breath as he descended from his post-orgasm euphoria, she shrugged her shoulders, looked down at the guitar that she still had in her lap, and continued right where she left off with her song. The fingers on her left hand pressed the chords as the claws on her right hand plucked and strummed. After the tiger took in a deep breath, she started singing again and added a few tweaks to the lyrics just to tease Adrian.

“You never thought I'd eat your heart out of you

And you said you were not the kind of guy to paw in love

Well, look how things have changed

Machine gun love, you asked for this

I've got you now, got you in, oh, in between my toes”

Alex had the biggest, fattest, and juiciest grin spread across her face as she played the final note on her red Gibson guitar.

Adrian wasn’t as amused. But since he was still catching his breath, he could do nothing to defend himself against such an allegation.

He wasn’t into feet, truly.

He may have been in denial, though.

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Art and Adrian by Foxovh 

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