Mirror, Mirror

“Mirror, mirror.” Alex huffed.

The tigress had her head rested against a pile of pillows as she laid on her back, on the floor. She had put down a few blankets too, to make the whole area she was going to be on nice and soft. She was nude and had her feet up on the wall to either side of the fancy gold-framed mirror. With her legs spread out, her back on the blanket-covered ground, and her head angled up slightly, Alex was staring at herself in the mirror. The mirror gave Alex a nice view of herself. She could see her buttocks, her inner thighs, her stomach, her chest, her face, and most importantly, her pussy. That’s what she was here for, to get a good look at herself in the mirror as she masturbated. The idea came to her when she saw the mirror for the first time, just a couple hours prior. One hand on one of her breasts, and the other down by her pussy to spread her pink lips apart. The tigress’ face flushed pink and a moan left her lips.

“Hhhaa…”

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“How much for that again?” Alex asked the salesman with a smile. The salesman was a tall and lanky opossum. He was dressed in a dapper suit and tie as he sat behind the counter and watched the tigress poke around his shop. Alex had her finger pointed to an old PlayStation console that sat on the shelf behind the opossum, collecting dust. Alex was in an antique store, looking at some old retro stuff that looked very cool. The store was on the walk home from Alex’s work

“30 bucks,” the opossum replied, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Alex had asked him the price once before, but the silly tiger was so distracted by the abundance of things in the store that she forgot what it was he told her. “But I’ll sell it to you for 20 if you want it. It’s been sitting on that shelf since I got it and not many seem as interested in it as you do.”

Alex’s ears perked up and a smile spread across her face. The PlayStation console was one of the staples of her childhood. Games like ‘Pepsiman’ and ‘Gran Turismo’ had her glued to the TV for hours on end. She often found herself being shooed away from the TV by her father when he wanted to watch the game and she was playing. Those were some good games and good times. She didn’t get to play much after the PlayStation, you only really ever had time spend staring endlessly at a running soft drink superhero mascot when you were a kid.

Alex stared blankly at the grey console as it sat on the shelf for a moment, watching the dust particles in the rays of sunlight right above it.

“So,” the salesman spoke up to get her attention. “You still want it?”

Alex blinked a few times before she brought her gaze down from the shelf and back to the opossum, “I’ll take it,”

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“Aaaahhnn…” Alex huffed, her hot breath blowing over her chest tuft and the soft fur on her belly. She pressed her fingers into her soft breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, she then pressed the fingers on her other hand down into her pussy lips, spreading them apart even more. Her wet pink lips spread apart and the fleshy nub at the top became exposed. Alex flicked her bean with her index finger and toyed around with it a bit, letting out moans and gasps as her nerve endings were tingled. As she toyed with herself, her fingers ran through the small patch of brown pubic hair she had right above her snatch. A brown and fluffy landing strip, you could call it. The tigress watched her reflection in the mirror, her eyes fixed on her hand that was between her legs. She bit her lower lip and chewed on it for a few seconds before letting go.

“Fuck…” she huffed again, her cheeks flushed redder, and she rubbed herself up and down slowly. Her pink and fleshy lips glistened in the light from her wetness. Slowly, Alex slid her index finger and middle finger down towards her entrance. She then sunk her orange fingers inside.

‘Schlck,’ her fingers glided along her textured walls with relative ease. Interesting wet noises filled the room along with squeaky squirms and moans.

“Aaaaahn…”

“Huff…”

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“Aaaaaaaand there you go!” the opossum smiled as he handed Alex the PlayStation console, packed nicely in a box, then bagged up. Alex took the unmarked paper bag with a smile. “Thank you,” she said and began walking towards the doors to exit the store. As the tigress approached the glass doors, something shiny blasted a reflection of light into her eyes and made her pause. She squinted her eyes and looked in the direction that the reflection of light came from. The store was filled with shelves upon shelves of antique goodies; ranging from small toys and trinkets to large instruments and pieces of furniture. Behind one of the shelves directly to the left of the door was that thing that had caught the feline’s attention.

Gripping her newly purchased bag of goods, Alex slowly walked over to the shelf before circling behind it. What she found was pretty neat. 

“Ooooh,” she cooed. 

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The frame of the mirror was some kind of metal that was painted gold. The frame had some type of crest donning both sides. Curves, waves, and what looked like a seashell topped with some little leaf. The frame itself had curves, too, it wasn’t all straight lines of metal. It was crafted with high attention to detail. 

Alex’s toes curled and her claws dug into the walls slightly as she continued to feel herself in front of that mirror. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth here and there as her finger dove deeper into her love canal, all while her green eyes watched. The new perspective was interesting, to say the least. Alex was surprised she didn’t think of doing this before. The tigress continued fingering herself, slowly sinking her two fingers into herself until she couldn’t push them in any further and pulled them out just to do it all again. Juices oozed from her cunt. 

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It was a tall gold-framed mirror that was tucked away out of sight among the hundreds of other things in the store. The opossum salesman saw Alex wandering off and skipped after her to offer her his assistance. When he saw her looking at the golden mirror, he smiled. 

Alex was looking at her reflection in the mirror, checking out her hair that was tied up in a ponytail and her work clothes that she hadn’t changed out of yet. A simple white button-up blouse and nothing else below the waist. 

The salesman cleared his throat and spoke, “That’s one of my favorite mirrors, it’s from 1955, it used to belong to some heiress who I’m told was one of the most beautiful tigresses in the world.” Alex's ears perked up and she turned around halfway to glance at him. “Really?” 

“Yes,” he nodded. “They say her stripes were thick, and her dazzling green eyes pierced through to the soul of anyone who dared to look into them,” 

“Did she also turn them into stone?” Alex joked. The opossum shook his head as he stood a few feet behind her with his hands behind his back. 

“No, but she did become a lot of their mistresses,” the opossum chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, I’ve been trying to get rid of this mirror for so, so long, because I want to move a shelf over here. So, if you want it, I’ll give it to you for free. You kind of remind me of the heiress from the story the guy who sold this to me, told.” 

Alex smiled at him and shook her head. “I couldn’t, I can’t carry that back home on my own.” 

The opossum shook his head too, “I’ll have one of my couriers deliver it to you this afternoon,” he said, with the brightest of smiles. Alex couldn’t tell if he was flirting with her, or if he genuinely wanted to get rid of that mirror. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror again, then back at the opossum. “I’ll take it,” she smiled. 

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“Haaahhh…. Aaahh….. Ahhh…” Alex moaned as she gradually increased the pace at which her fingers were pushed in and pulled out from her wet cunt.

‘Schlck, Schlck, Schlck, Splat, Splurt.’

“Haaaahhhnnngg…”

Alex pulled her fingers from her pussy and let out a soft huff as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The pussy juice that was oozing from her slowly began to run down from her pussy and towards her ass. 

With her cheeks heated and red, she said, “Mirror, mirror on the wall… Who’s the fairest of them all…” She let out another soft huff, her breath blew the fur of her chest tuft slightly. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and of course, her reflection was smiling back.

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Art by Mickeyila