One Mean Bean

“Put your shoulder into it,” Alex said as she swung her racket through the air and hit the bright green ball across to the other side of the court back to Charlie. It had been a few months since they last played tennis together and Alex had missed it. While winter was Alex’s favorite season with its cold weather and snow, sub-zero temperatures and black ice weren’t exactly friendly to a sport where you had to run around a lot. Maybe Alex really should have put a tennis court in her house down in Malibu instead of her house on the outskirts of the city that she grew up in, where the summers were as hot as (non-stinky) balls and the winters were as cold as the frosted tips of a Florida man locked in a walk-in freezer of a restaurant that he just tried to rob.

Charlie, on the other hand, did not miss playing tennis with Alex. He loved the tiger; he considered her his best friend, but tennis Alex was a different Alex altogether. The sport brought out a competitive side of her that not even her favorite, most toxic, best, and worst game of all time could. It was scary how competitive she got when it came to hitting a ball back and forth – had she picked the professional athlete card in the Game of Life, the tigress would have won gold at the Olympics, kept Wimbledon away from the Brits for another decade or two, and most likely would have beat the shit out of Serena and Venus with her eyes closed both on the court and in the locker room. She was mean whenever she had her one-of-a-kind Wilson in her grip, it was as if the racket had been crafted with graphite from an ancient burial ground, and whenever the tigress touched it, the anger from all the spirits that were violently slaughtered there transferred to her. Charlie could swear he saw her green eyes turn fully black once or twice when she cackled at him for not being good at a sport that he only started learning a few months ago.

“I am!” The mouse shouted back at Alex as he focused on the ball that flew through the air toward him. The ball was a straight shot from the tigress, which was a nice change of pace from her near-constant curveballs that she previously hit to the mouse in an attempt to tire him out. She was already ahead of him in points – 40-love, to be exact, and if the rodent fumbled just one more time, he’d have to deal with her gloating and the bet that they agreed to.

“Loser has to do anything the winner says for the rest of the day!”

Despite Charlie being well aware of his tennis skills, or lack thereof, the prospect of having Alex under his command for the entire day was too good for him to refuse. He’d love nothing more than to beat the tigress at her own sport, gloat to her about it for an hour, and then make her go and get him a large cherry Slurpee from the 7-11 with the creepy cashier who always tried to hit on her whenever she went to get her favorite nasty gas station snacks at 3 AM on her trips back home from concert rehearsals.

As the tennis ball got closer and closer to Charlie, Alex’s mean, but helpful advice echoed in his head and he tightened his grip around his racket. He took in slow and deep breaths through his nose, raised his arms up, pulled the racket back slightly, and swung it forward using his shoulders just like Alex suggested.

“Hyuhh!”

‘Thwack!’

Charlie’s racket hit the tennis ball hard and he let out a loud grunt similar to the ones that came out of professional tennis players’ mouths during their matches. The mouse swung his racket so hard that even after he hit the ball, his swing continued and caused him to stumble forward by a few feet. As his big rodent feet fumbled, he caught a glimpse of the tennis ball that he had just returned to Alex and went wide-eyed.

He hit a curveball – and it had Alex running to the other side of the court just like he wanted her to. The mouse’s lips morphed into a goofy smile and he cheered as he saw what he thought was the look of panic on the tigress’s face. His celebration came much too early, though, as the look on the tigress’s face was not one of panic, but a big grin that radiated nothing but pride. Lost in his premature celebration, the mouse tripped over his feet and stumbled onto his hands and knees. His racket skidded across the court and he let out a pained squeak as his knees, under his skirt, scraped against the ground.

“Aaaah!” Charlie winced and squinted his eyes shut. The pain he felt in his little knees was so sharp that he didn’t even feel the heat that came from the acrylic surface, and acrylic wasn’t even that great of a conductor of heat. That’s what a good and toasty 35 Celsius under the sun could do. He opened his eyes back up barely half a second later to his hands pressed firmly against the softened court. He tilted his chin up to see Alex taking her final steps into the tennis ball’s trajectory. When the tigress lifted her arms up and swung her racket forward, Charlie went wide-eyed and pushed himself off the ground. He scuttled his way over to his tennis racket, grabbed it clumsily, and stood up straight to watch just as the ball bounced off the tightly knit net in the center of Alex’s racket.

‘Thwack!’

The rodent, with his red knees, stood in the “tennis stance” with his legs apart, his knees slightly bent, and his racket held low but firmly in both hands in front of him. He watched as the ball zipped through the air so high that it had him tilting his chin up. He quickly ran backward to catch up with it, grunting and groaning as he took long strides with his tennis racket up and at the ready to hit the ball right back to Alex. There was no way he was losing, no fucking way.

The strawberry cream cheese mouse cackled as he ran faster and faster to catch up with the ball, and it looked like he was just about to, when suddenly, he noticed that the ball started slowing down. With squinted eyes as he looked up, he saw that the ball had shifted from moving horizontally across the sky to falling vertically. The shift was sudden, too, it was as if gravity decided to pull it down on a whim. “No, no, no, no!” Charlie came to a sudden stop and stood his ground as he watched the little green ball fall from the sky. “C’mon.” he gritted his teeth.

The little green ball got bigger and bigger as it fell, which wasn’t a problem at first, but when Charlie realized it was getting bigger and bigger because he was standing directly in the path of it, it was much too late. A single vulgar word escaped his lips and the little green ball hit him right in between the eyes.

“Fuck!”

‘Thwack!’

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There was nothing worse than being woken up from a perfect. A shake here, a light slap on the face there, and Charlie’s eyes slowly opened up to see Alex hovering her face over him and fanning him with her visor cap.

“Good morning, Princess.” The tigress said with a smile as she finally saw the rodent’s pretty amber eyes open up. She had a big grin on her face that overshadowed the look of concern for her friend, probably because she had just won their game of tennis with a perfect 5-0.

Charlie felt like he had just been woken up from a very good nap, to which he immediately protested. But a few short seconds later, once he saw how Alex was dressed and felt the handle of a tennis racket in his hand, he remembered. “Did I win?” he asked; his eyes had a hopeful glisten in them, which made what Alex had to say next all the more heartbreaking.

Alex’s wide grin remained on her lips as her mousey friend regained his memories of 20 minutes passed. After she heard him ask if he had won the game, she nodded her head.

For a moment, Charlie was the happiest mouse in the world.

That was until Alex continued with the verbal part of her answer.

“No, silly, what kind of question is that? You still very much suck.” Alex’s smile grew even wider. There she was, the mean-spirited, be a bitch with a pretty smile, Regina George-type tiger – gloating at him and kicking him while he was down.

The sparkle of hope in Charlie’s eyes vanished just as quickly as it came and with a grunt, the mouse sat himself up, tossed his tennis racket to the side like the true bad sport that he was, and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, whatever. Yeah, yeah, I suck at this. I get it.” The mouse pulled his knees up slightly which hiked his yellow tennis skirt up so much that Alex could see the bulge that his cock and balls made in his panties. Even flaccid, his dick was able to push the limits of how much a cotton blend could stretch – it looked like he had a whole zucchini hiding in there. And that hypothetical zucchini didn’t even account for his balls yet, which were the size of a bread roll each, at the very least.

Alex stared a little longer than she should have and when she finally realized that she had been staring, Charlie realized it, too, and lowered his legs down to the ground to cut off the tigress’s sightline of his crotch. The mouse’s entire face was red from the heat, but there was also a tiny bit of extra red that came from a blush.

The mouse took in deep breaths to suppress his anger, and once a handful of breaths entered and left his lungs, he looked at Alex and begrudgingly asked; “Do I really have to do whatever you say for the rest of the day?”

Alex nodded as she sat down directly across from the mouse and let out a happy sigh. “Yep! Until the clock strikes midnight,” she cooed. As Alex sat down, she wiped her sweat-soaked forehead with her arm and started undoing the straps on her custom tennis shoes. Charlie glanced at the watch on his wrist; it was only 2 PM. Alex had him under her command for ten whole hours and he had a feeling that those ten hours were going to be incredibly, incredibly long.

The straps on the tigress’s shoes unraveled like the ribbons on a perfectly wrapped present. She let out huffs as she caught her breath and visible beads of sweat rolled from her cheeks, shoulders, arms, and legs. Once the straps for her left shoe were completely undone, she kicked the part that covered her squishy beans off and it peeled from her fleshy pink paw with a loud and wet sound akin to peeling a wrapper off of a molten candy bar.

‘Sllllk.’

Sweat beads splattered all over as the light single piece of footwear flung from the tigress’s foot onto the ground. It bounced a few times before landing on its side. With one of her shoes off, the tigress spread her toes, and let out a happy sigh.

With another huff as more and more sweat rolled through her thick orange fur, Alex smacked her lips, leaned back with her hands against the ground, and crossed her left leg over her right. Her paw, fresh out of her shoe, sweaty, and a little bit fragrant, stuck up into the air with its pink pads facing the mouse.

The smell of Alex’s sweat was strong; a mix of sweet, sour, and salty. It was powerful and the mouse could smell it from a mile away. It wasn’t often that he found himself attracted to the scent of a woman’s sweat, being more into the even more pungent “man scent” himself, but whenever he smelled Alex’s smell, it was hard for him to pretend that he wasn’t into it. When her shoe slipped off of her paw, the smell became ten times stronger, and the mouse’s cute little cheese-tracker of a nose started sniffing. His sniffs started soft and quiet at first, but when the tigress crossed her legs and wiggled her toes, they got a little louder as he inhaled her sweat particles that wafted through the air from her strawberry milk-colored beans.

The mouse’s red face turned redder the more of the tigress’s scent that he took in. His cute little nose wiggled and danced faster and faster as Alex turned her head to the side and watched him. The tigress’s lips curled into a smirk and she wiggled her toes again. Alex felt a heat radiate from her paw, and while she didn’t quite smell her own sweat and musk at first, when she wiggled her toes the second time, she did. Her nose wiggled and danced just like Charlie’s did, although much less enthusiastically. As her smirk continued to grow, she wiggled her entire paw and flung a couple of drops of her foot sweat onto the court ground and onto Charlie’s own feet.

“So, about that bet, hm?” Alex purred her words and bit her lip ever so slightly. With her head still turned to the side, her gaze and smirk appeared even deadlier than they usually were. The sight of the tigress’s razor-sharp teeth made the fur on the back of the rodent’s neck stand up – a natural prey fear response. But it also made him question his sexuality, something that the tigress somehow did often.

When the tigress mentioned the bet, the mouse’s ears flickered and his eyes went from staring at her sweat-slicked paw to her mean green eyes. “Do I have to?” he asked. His ears folded against his head slightly and his brow quivered.

“Mhm,” Alex nodded, scooted herself closer to the mouse, and stuck her bare, sweaty, sticky, and smelly paw right up in his face.

“I want you to make out with it the way I saw you making out with that bunny boy the other night,” Alex said with another wiggle of her four big beany toes.

Charlie could have sworn that he saw musk clouds rise from Alex’s paw as she brought it closer and closer to his face. The sweaty, musty, and musky smell of her foot got even stronger the closer she brought it to the mouse’s sniffer. When she stopped, her foot was only an inch away from his nose, which eagerly took in rapid-fire shallow breaths to take in as much of the smell particles that floated from her as possible. His cheeks were redder than Cuba under Castro and his mouth was slightly agape as he felt the urge to push his tongue out of his mouth and lather her entire paw with it.

But he didn’t want to give the mean tigress what she wanted, even if he was contractually obligated to. Or even if he wanted to.

The mouse engaged his tiger friend in a staring contest as her paw closed the gap between itself and his snout. He had a grumpy frown on his face and was mean mugging her to the best of his ability even as his nose eagerly took in all the sweat and stink that was tossed its way. Alex’s request for him to make out with her foot like he did with a certain bunny boy made him go wide-eyed and wiped the angry look right off of his face.

“You… Hhhhnfff. Saw that?” Charlie struggled slightly as the smell of Alex’s sweaty paw took over his mind. All he could think about was how good her peets smelled and how good they’d probably taste if he did make out with them. As good as the bunny boy he kissed the other night? Definitely not. But the thought of it turned him on so much.

Alex nodded again, this time, she turned her head back to look straight at Charlie as he huffed her paw. She pushed her foot half an inch closer to his snout and chuckled. For a split second, it looked like she was going to respond to his question, but after her mouth opened slightly, she closed it and shoved her smelly paw right into the mouse’s face.

Caught off guard, Charlie almost fell backward from the force of Alex’s paw pressing to his face. “Mrrrrpph!” he yelped, just once, as after he took in a deep breath of her paw stink, his eyelids became heavy and he brought his hands to hold the tigress’s paw even firmer up against his face – he was fully under its control. His tongue slipped out of his mouth not long after that and he made out with her foot, just like he did with that bunny boy from a few nights before. His dick was so hard that it threatened to tear through his girly panties.

Alex purred, smirked, and let out a happy sigh as the mouse gave in and worshipped her feet. A chuckle left her lips and she let out one more mean-spirited comment as she watched the mouse lose himself in her paw musk.

“If only sniffing my feet made you better at tennis, hah…”

She was one mean bean, and while Charlie would never admit it, he liked it when the tigress was mean to him. It made his gay boy dick hard.

So hard.

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Art by SMU

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