Fur & Rubber

Tashi was no stranger to household chores. They were tedious and tiring for sure, but the horse found a way to make it a bit more fun. He put on some music and turned sweeping up dust and dirt from the floor into a dance. He wasn't one to dance in public, but when it was behind closed doors, the horse knew how to move his hooves! He shook his hips and wiggled his shoulders as he swept up the floor to the tune of a Dua Lipa song that he didn't quite know the name of.

His girlfriend, Alex, had been taking care of chores almost entirely on her own for a while, and he felt a wee bit guilty seeing her so sweaty and tired after having to clean up around the house on top of doing her long and tedious late-night shifts at work. When the tigress came back from today's shift, the equine made sure to keep her away from any and every item that fell into the household cleaning category and sent her straight to bed. He didn't even give her time to change out of her work clothes, but for good reason, he didn't want her to risk falling asleep in front of the closet trying to get out of her button-up blouse that became too complicated to take off when she was running on low-energy.

"No cleaning for you today, time for bed." Tashi shoved her gently toward the bed, covered her in blankets and pillows until it was difficult for the tigress to protest and get up from the bed. She looked groggy and tired when she walked through the door already, so it didn't take long for the tiger to slip into slumber once the bed had her. Tashi closed the door quietly behind him and went back to getting the house as spotless as he possibly could. With Dua Lipa on almost full-blast on all the smart speakers that the tigress wouldn't be able to hear, Tashi wiggled his stallion ass as he swept up around the house, mopped the floors, and even did the worst chore of them all: dishes. The more music he listened to, the more he hummed to them. When he caught himself doing so, he chuckled and shook his head. Alex's "Chores No Snores" playlist that she shared with him was pretty good. There was no wonder why, even though she hated doing them, she made chores look effortless and fun.

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The tiger always said she hated sleeping after coming back from work. She was subscribed to the mindset that if she slept, her next shift would come sooner. It was a silly way of thinking about things, plus rest was incredibly important, and she always felt good physically once she woke up from a good rest after her long and draining shifts at the diner. This time was no different: the tigress slowly opened her eyes, let out a yawn, and stretched her arms and legs out into a starfish pose. She wiggled her way out from underneath the weighted blanket she was tucked into and knocked a few pillows off the bed in the process. Once she was seated, she allowed her eyes a few seconds to widen and adjust to being open.

"I must have been super tired…" the tigress said to herself as she looked at the pile of pillows and blankets that she emerged from. She chuckled, shook her head, and looked around for her phone to see what time it was. She patted her hands all over the bed but couldn't find her phone. She eventually gave up after about a minute of looking and just looked over at the clock hanging on the wall, spending a little longer than she would like to admit to translate the hour and minute hands into time in her head. It was 11:26 AM, which meant she slept a respectable 5 and a half hours. After she checked the time, she yawned again, kicked the rest of the weighted blanket off her legs, and got off the bed.

Her hair was a mess and she was still in her work uniform. Her usually pristine white button-up blouse was wrinkled to smithereens and she felt just a wee bit sticky from a combination of food and drink residue from work and the sweat that had dried in her fur. She scratched the back of her head, sniffed at her armpit as her arm raised up, and scrunched her nose. She was plenty stinky, too, so before she was going to get up to anything else, she was going to take a shower first. She dragged her feet across the carpeted bedroom floor and the fur on her arms started standing up as she built-up static, only for it to dissipate once her paw pads pressed into the cold tile floor. She unbuttoned her shirt, unhooked her bra, and tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper. She then took a look at herself in the mirror, ran her hands through her hair to untangle some of her locks, and then stepped into the shower. 

The faucet squeaked as the tigress turned it and the water rained down from the ceiling mounted showerhead. She let out a sigh, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back to let the warm water splash on her neck and chest. Her chest tuft absorbed a lot of water and flattened down before the water flowed out and ran down the rest of her body. She started to hum the tune of a song she heard on her bus ride home from work, she wasn’t sure who the artist was, what the song was called, or what the lyrics were even, she’d have to look it up on her phone once she was out, if she could find that thing.

Alex let out another sigh as she leaned her head forward and got her sticky mess of hair soaked in the warm and comfortable shower water. She shampooed, soaped, and rinsed. The faucet squeaked a little louder when she turned it off and the tigress stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and started drying her fur. She used a hairdryer for her hair, and once every inch of her was dry or at least as dry as it could be, she walked back out to the bedroom to get dressed.

Red sweater pulled over her bare torso, and skinny jeans pulled up to keep her somewhat modest, the tigress walked around the bedroom looking for her phone as she put her hair up into a ponytail. She searched the floor, the nightstands on both sides of the bed, and the bed again just to be sure. She pulled the weighted blanket off of the bed and shifted the pillow pile around. When she didn’t find it, she started to throw the pillows from the bed in a panic. After all the pillows were on the floor, she spotted her phone and let out a relieved sigh as she picked it up and checked to see if she missed any important notifications. There were a bunch of notifications from games she had installed like "Good Pizza Great Pizza" and the various "Candy Crush" sequels and spin-offs, but there was also a text message from her horse boyfriend that was just a few minutes old.

New Text Message from Tashi:

Tashi: Making some lunch for you. If you see this in a few hours, the lasagna should be done baking. 😀

After reading the text, she felt a warmth spread all over her body. A smile stretched across her face and she tapped her finger on his name to start a call. She could go downstairs to talk to him, but why do that when she had technology? She put her phone against her ear and listened to the dial tone as she waited for the equine boy to pick up.

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The horse loved cooking a lot more than doing chores; he didn't even mind doing the dishes if it was part of the cooking process. He really enjoyed making something for people to eat. There were only a few things better than the feeling that you got when you saw the expression on your partner's face after they took the first bite of a delicious dish you made for them. As he swept the house's floor, he got the idea of making fresh lasagna for when the tigress woke up. He knew it was one of her favorite dishes, and he considered himself pretty good at making it. It was such a perfect idea that when he thought of it, he stopped sweeping and went straight to the kitchen to start making the fresh pasta.

With the pasta made and the layers of sauce, pasta, and cheese all in the proper order, the horse put the big dish of lasagna into the oven on a low heat setting and set the timer. He closed the oven door and spent a couple of seconds staring at the metal coil at the top of the oven as it slowly turned from its regular black to a soft glowing red. With the tiger still asleep, the lasagna had plenty of time to cook, and he still had some time to get back to finishing up the cleaning. He turned around to walk out of the kitchen, grabbed the broom he left against the wall, and went right back to sweeping up the last bit of the floor that was still a little bit dirty.

He pulled out his phone to leave a text for the tigress about what he was cooking for her, and once it was sent, he resumed sweeping and sweeping, wiggling his butt left and right with every swish and swash of the straw broom against the floor. Then just a few minutes later, his phone started vibrating in his pocket.

'Vrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrr.'

The horse had to stop sweeping to reach into his pocket and grab his phone. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was Alex and smiled as he answered.

“Good morning, my little tiger… Did my text wake you up? I’m sorry, the lasagna isn’t ready yet, and I am still cleaning.” He was immediately apologetic, knowing how much the tiger enjoyed her sleep and hated being woken up in the middle of it. He placed the phone against his ear and tilted his head to the side to hold it against his shoulder so that he could continue sweeping while he spoke.

“No, no, I woke up, had a shower, and saw that you texted about food.” The tigress said with a smile that the horse could hear spreading across her face. He could also hear her doing something else; it sounded like she moved a chair. “How long until it’s done?” asked Alex.

“Just 90 minutes,” replied the horse, “I have it on very low heat. I thought you might be asleep for longer. I can turn it up, and we can eat it in 45 minutes.” He glanced over his shoulder toward the kitchen and was just about to head back there to turn up the heat. But he stopped when he heard the tigress repeatedly telling him not to.

“No, no, no, you can leave it like that! In fact, I think that’s enough cleaning now, I have a surprise for you. Come up stairs?” 

There was a certain tone that the horse detected in the tigress’s voice, one that he had heard her use before. His eyes widened when he put two and two together; the noise that he heard in the background of the call that sounded like her moving a chair was the sound of her pulling open the drawer on her nightstand. And there were only a few things she kept in the nightstand; an extra phone charger, a battery bank, an eye shade, and a box of condoms, specifically the equine sized ones.

After a few seconds of silence from the Clydesdale, he replied very enthusiastically, “Okay!” He dropped the broom to the floor, the sound of it clacking against the floor echoed throughout the house and through the phone to Alex before the call abruptly ended. Tashi ran up the stairs as fast as he could and practically barged into the bedroom like the Kool-Aid man. He came into the room to see Alex standing by the bed, naked, with the horse-schmeat condom wrapped in between her teeth. Luckily, she was only biting the edge of the wrapper, else the condom would end up being pretty much useless. Tashi peeled off his green t-shirt as fast as he could without ripping it off and fumbled his way out of his pants as he awkwardly took them off along with his boxers and shook them from his big and fluffy hooves. His sheath twitched as he stared at his naked girlfriend, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her tits and her pussy. He could smell the shampoo and soap she had just used, along with her pussy, which from just one whiff of the air in the bedroom, he was able to tell was wet. Her scent was already one of his favorite smells in the world, but when it was mixed with the smell of her dripping wet pussy, it was better than red apples, which was saying something considering he was a horse. 

His nostrils flared as he took in deep breaths and his hooves clopped loudly as he stepped closer to the tigress. Once he was close enough, he reached his hand toward the tiger’s teeth that held the condom, only for the tiger to lean back, move her head away from him, and take the condom out of her mouth herself.

Tashi looked ever so slightly confused and was about to say something about it, but before he could, the tiger shoved him onto the bed, almost knocking the wind out of him. “Hooomf!” he let out a noise as his back landed on the plush mattress. The wooden bedframe creaked a little as his equine frame landed on it. The bed made for his species, but since they were more for equines in general, Clydesdales like him almost pushed it to its limit. Tashi pushed himself up to perch himself on his arms and watched as the tigress climbed onto the bed and onto him. She straddled his hips, locked her legs at his sides and let her pussy hover over his thick rubbery sheath and balls. The heat from her pussy alone was enough to get the equine hard. And within seconds of her pussy coming into close proximity to his junk, his blunt equine dick tip slowly slithered out from his sheath. Inch by inch, his horse meat grew, floppy at first, but once it slipped out two inches after his medial ring, it started to harden and twitched to life until it stood up tall right up against Alex’s tummy.

Alex snickered as she watched her boyfriend’s cock grow, and once it was fully erect and resting against her, she put her hands on it. One went to his blunt tip while the one holding the condom went to wrap around just under his squishy speed bump. She squeezed and toyed with his dick a few seconds before she pulled the hand with the condom wrapper in it away and put the shiny silver foil in between her teeth again. She ripped through the wrapper, tossed it aside, and placed the pink rubber cumbrella against the tip of her boyfriend’s dick like a cute little beret.

Tashi watched as his girlfriend played with his dick and when she brought the condom out and placed it over his tip, he instinctively reached his hand forward to put it on himself, but then the tiger pushed his hand away. He looked up at her, confused again, but then looked down at his dick as the tigress rolled the rubber over half the length of his dick rather expertly in one-fell-swoop. “Relax, I’ll do It for you.” The tigress purred and she continued to roll the rubber over her boyfriend’s disco stick.

‘Fwwwwwp!’ the condom made a slight elastic sound as it stretched over Tashi’s splotched dick and rolled over his tip down to his medial ring. Alex struggled to go over it for a few seconds, before she finally was able to roll it down all the way. She let go of his dick and looked down at her handiwork with a smile. Tashi’s dick twitched and throbbed over and over and his cheeks flushed a deep red. 

“You did all the chores, and cooked my favorite meal, let me do all the work here tonight, I promise I’ll make it feel very good.” The tigress teased. Her fingers glistened in the pre-applied lubricant that was all over the condom she had just rolled over her boyfriend’s cock. When she noticed it, she stuck her index and middle finger of her right hand into her mouth and sucked all the lube off. Tashi watched with shocked wide eyes, eating lube probably wasn’t good for you. The look on his face shifted to concern, but seeing her suck on her fingers never failed to make his dick throb. After a few seconds, Alex pulled her fingers out from her mouth, smacked her lips, and smiled. 

“Mhmm, strawberry.” Alex cooed. 

The lube was flavored and edible. Tashi let out a soft relieved sigh along with a chuckle and his dick throbbed over and over again. 

“Get ready to have your dick drained, horsey.”

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Art by Jailbird

Tashi by TashGibson