Forgotten —Song

Forgotten —Song— (Version 2.1)

Excerpts from TiGRE the Forsak’n Angel’s Diary

Warning! This story contains explicit sexual activity of a furry nature.

(Anthropomorphic, Furry Male/Furry Female, light B/D, voyeurism )

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A slight misstep, a trip, a fall… A few pebbles sliding down the slippery hill broke the silence. A few more stones drifted down as the ceiling of the cavern shook gently. Suddenly the ceiling burst open as a human-tiger hybrid slipped down the hill, trying to stop himself as he fell head over heels.

Tigre finally stopped at the very bottom, rolling a couple more times. He coughed as the dust cleared, laying flat on his back. His body ached, but he could still move.

About three stories directly above him, sunlight poured in through the fresh hole in the roof. As the dust cleared, Tigre saw that he had to find another way out… The hill was too slippery to climb, and even if he could, the cave-in had caused even bigger rocks to block the trail. Tigre got up slowly, still coughing as he checked his surroundings. The cavern had probably been undisturbed for millions of years. The only sound that broke the stiff silence was a short dripping coming from somewhere deeper in the cave. Dripping… That meant that there was water somewhere!

As Tigre’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he traveled further into the cavern. The light slowly disappeared as Tigre searched deeper, finally leaving him in pitch darkness. He almost lost his balance as he stumbled over a rock. Even his grayish-blue tiger eyes, allowing him to prowl at midnight, couldn’t help him in this darkness. He called on his Spirit, clasping his paws together and releasing a small orb of energy that shed light on the rocky ground. Tigre sighed and continued his journey as the cool, dank air sent a shudder down his back.

He had been an explorer for Mother Nature for about three years now, searching through the deepest parts of the Spiritual Realm for treasures. The universe was currently split into three separate realms- the Physical, where Earth existed, the Internet Realm, where all people let their fantasies run wild, and the Spiritual, where souls and magic users came to work for Mother Nature. Mother Nature was the spirit that created everything, standing back and letting it run itself. Occasionally, the Spirit of Nature shed a tear or blew a kiss, treasures that had unique powers. A single tear could keep misfortune from happening to a creature for years to come. Souls had to search out these treasures for trade and use in the Spiritual community.

Tigre finally found the end of the cave. The sound of water was overpowering now, but all he saw were dry rocks. He knocked on the wall with his hand-paw, finally hearing a hollow sound as he tapped a huge rock. Stooping down, he noticed a soft emerald-colored light emitting from behind the boulder. Tigre picked up his orb of light energy and threw it at the rock. A crack appeared, slowly spreading up the face of the boulder. Tigre took a few steps back and cupped his paws, shooting two pulses of Spirit at the rock. He didn’t want to use too much of his Spirit, it would take a lot of meditation to build it up again. The rock burst open, emerald light flooding the dark cavern.

Tigre peered into the opening… Jackpot! There was a peaceful lake in the center of the room, occasionally disturbed by water dripping from stalactites on the ceiling. Green light gleamed from somewhere beneath the lake. Tigre stared at the lake for a second more before stepping into the room.

A swift breeze whisked in front of him, causing Tigre to freeze in place. His senses went crazy and he extended his claws, growling. He could feel them moving in front of him, though he saw nothing. The souls of the damned, spirits that were traded for life and false promises… They were protecting the treasure underneath the lake. Suddenly one attacked, he could tell by the change in the breeze. He slice-kicked, scratching the soul’s face with his foot-claws. A cry bellowed around the underground chamber- a cry that only a damned soul could utter- and suddenly twenty more souls were chasing Tigre. He fought and clawed his way through as many as he could before raising his paws upward. Bolts of Spirit erupted from the ceiling, slashing through the remaining souls. Tigre dove into the lake before any reinforcements arrived. He swam to the bottom of the lake, finding the source of the light- a tear of Nature. It was in perfect condition and Tigre grabbed it before swimming back to the top. He gasped for air and shook the water out of his eyes, smiling at his find. He didn’t have much time to gloat- backup souls had definitely arrived on the scene. The damned souls shot curses at Tigre and he dove back underwater. He counted to five and resurfaced, shooting pulses from his paws in all directions. The pulses sprayed all around the room, and when he stopped… all was silent. He breathed a soft sigh of relief and put the jewel in his backpack. He chuckled to himself for a second… and another breeze blew past his face.

"Damn," he thought, staring at the emptiness. A creaking in the roof made him look up. Some of his Spirit pulses had hit the ceiling, and now more water poured in.

"Shit," Tigre yelled out, pulling himself out of the lake. It was too late… The roof collapsed and a wall of water gushed into the little room. The lake overfilled and the blast of water hit Tigre, carrying him through another hollow wall. Streams of water burst through a few more unsound walls and he rode the new river as it rapidly created its new path. Water splashed in his face and Tigre got a chance to glimpse forward, noticing that the river was carrying him towards daylight. He tried to manage as the light got closer, and soon he burst through the last wall- and froze in terror as the sunshine hit him. About a hundred feet below him the new river finally ended in another lake. Tigre yelled out as he fell down the waterfall, making a huge splash as he hit the lake. After a few moments he resurfaced, coughing and sputtering. He dog-paddled his way to the lakeshore and collapsed on the ground, still sputtering. He was happy to be outside of the cavern and out of danger- any damned souls that daylight caught were immediately dissolved. He pulled his backpack off and peered into it… The jewel was safe and sound.

Tigre breathed a sigh of relief and stood up happily. He glanced up at the waterfall and thought for a second… He needed a shower. He looked around to make sure he was alone before peeling his soaked shirt and pants off. He checked around one last time before pulling his boxer shorts off, fishing a washcloth and a small bar of soap from his pack. Dipping back into the water, Tigre swam back over to the waterfall, loving the feel of the water on his body. He found solid ground and stood up underneath the waterfall, letting the cool water flow on his face. The water spread down his chest and teased his tiger-striped cock before running off his legs. Tigre rubbed the soap all over his well-built body, making a nice lather. As he washed himself, he purred contently, licking himself with his rough tongue as well as wiping his body down with the washcloth. His eyes happened to travel to the sky when a thought suddenly popped in his head. Alarmed, he looked down at his watch. Eight-thirty in the afternoon! Shit, he had promised that he would meet his lover for dinner back at seven!

Tigre dove back into the lake, ferociously swimming back to lakeside. He fished a towel from his sack, but it was still wet from the incident in the cavern. He sighed, quickly throwing his soaked garments on and heading off into the forest. Good thing he was in the Spirit Realm… He called on his Spirit to open a portal to the closest relay station where he could drop off his treasure. Tigre entered the station and gave the Tear jewel to the main soul behind the desk.

The soul inspected the jewel, whistling loudly. "We don’t find many of these anymore. This one’s gonna get you a fortune."

Tigre tapped his claws on the desk impatiently. "Listen, I’m kinda in a hurry…"

"Just sign right here," the soul responded, handing him a pen, "and put the area of the Spirit Realm that you live in right here."

Tigre quickly scribbled the information on the paper and ran out of the station, opening another portal to his den in Furrydom. He brushed his teeth and changed into a clean pair of clothes, glancing at his watch. She was going to be so mad… They hadn’t had too much time together since things started to heat up in the Spirit Realm. He checked his watch one more time- eight-forty- and ran outside his den.

He opened another doorway, this time to the Internet Realm, and found his way to Havre. Havre was a zone that he and his lover created just for themselves, where they could explore and be together.

Tigre opened the secured door to Havre and walked in. The first zone consisted of a living room with a kitchen and sleeping area before opening up into a huge, never-ending forest. Two candles were lit on the kitchen table, illuminating a nicely cooked meal with a ham in the center. He walked around the table, smelling the lovely aromas, and wondered where his lover went. She had probably gotten tired of waiting and left.

Tigre sighed sadly and scribbled an apology on a post-it sticker, slowly laying it on the table.

"You’re late," a voice said from behind him. He spun around to see Olay laying on the cushions and pillows in the darkly lit sleeping area. She was a winged Snow Leopard morph, a perfect example of Nature’s beauty. Her white wings highlighted her soft white fur, the black leopard spots decorating her gorgeous body in all the right places.

Olay smiled feebly, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt and hugging a ‘Simba’ plushie in her paws.

Tigre sighed again and groaned. He could see that Olay was trying to hide her disappointment, but the look in her gorgeous blue-green eyes told him her true feelings.

"I’m so sorry, Olay… I know that I haven’t seen you for a long time, but I got stuck in an Unholy cavern and there were these demons with curses and I almost drowned…"

Tigre rubbed his temples gently, realizing that he was probably making no sense whatsoever.

"Are you alright?" Olay asked, standing up to her full height and dropping the plushie back on the couch. "You didn’t get cursed, did you?"

Tigre could see the worry set in her eyes.

"No, I’m okay. I made it here as quickly as I could, though." He walked over and held her in his arms. "I missed you so much…"

Olay sighed and fell into his arms. She knew that he would come… Relieved, her mood started to lighten, a small smile crossing her face. She snuggled into Tigre’s chest, feeling his paws on her back and taking the time to rub his growling tummy with her paws.

"Hungry, hon? I saw you sniffing my creations." She motioned towards the table.

Tigre chuckled as they walked towards the table, paw in paw. "I’m starved. Mmm… Potatoes, stir-fry…" He sniffed the air again. "And… are those blueberries?"

"Of course," Olay said, sitting down and smiling. "You know I love fruit, goes great with the meat."

Tigre purred as he sat down, telling Olay the day’s events.

"… and I’ll probably get a fortune for that find," he concluded, placing food on his plate.

Olay listened intently. "Money?"

"No," Tigre replied, shaking his head. "I have no use for money since it can only be used on Earth. I mean ‘fortune’ as in blessings and experience points. My soul will probably gain a couple of levels and I might get my wings quicker."

A worried expression crossed Olay’ face. She poked her fork around her plate as she watched Tigre eat. "Tigre, love, have you ever thought about changing your line of work?"

Tigre smiled as he sliced a piece of ham for her. He was about to reply when the Hei-Muah pendant around his neck shuddered. He cursed underneath his breath and pushed his chair back. "Will you excuse me for a second? Someone from Furrydom is trying to get in touch. I’ll be back in one second…"

Olay smiled and nodded, watching Tigre stand up and walk over to the sleeping area. She sighed as she saw him hold the shimmering Hei-Muah symbol, poking her food with her fork a little more before taking a few bites.

Humming a little, she thought about how they would spend their time together. He thoughts were abruptly cut by Tigre’s voice.

"What? Hell no, I took off for the rest of the night. What kind of emergency? Uh huh… Uh huh… What…?"

Olay turned around as she heard the urgency in his voice.

"Why doesn’t Nature send the other souls after it? Why the Furrydom hunters? It fell from Furrydom?"

Tigre listened a little more and sighed softly. "I’ll be there in a minute."

He dropped the Hei-Muah charm and walked back to the table, sitting and placing his head in his arms.

"I’ll wrap up some food for you," Olay said softly, picking up his plate.

Tigre looked up at her, disappointment spread on his face. "Yeah, I’m gonna need that." He stood up and helped her prepare the plate. "There is a slight situation back in Furrydom. Some idiot dropped a -Song- down to Earth."

Olay looked up questioningly. "-Song-?"

"A song of Mother Nature," Tigre explained. "It has the ability to grant one wish. It could be disastrous if placed in the human’s hands. Knowing them, they would probably wish something stupid that will destroy everything."

"I see," Olay said, dropping some blueberries on his plate.

Tigre walked up behind her and wrapped his paws around her waist, speaking into her ear. "Olay… the good news is that the -Song- cannot be returned to the Spirit Realm because it has been defiled by the Physical. Whoever finds it, keeps it. If I find it, I’ll give it to you. You can have whatever you want."

"Anything…?" Olay asked, softly running her claws up his arms.

Tigre kissed her neck, purring loudly. "Anything you desire."

Olay turned around and threw her arms around Tigre’s neck, hugging him tightly. "Just be careful, tiggie. Who’s you partner?"

"Partner?"

"Yeah, the one who is going to help you find the treasure… I thought all souls needed at least a little backup…"

Tigre growled proudly. "I am the Forsak’n Angel. I need no partners. I work alone."

Olay turned around, tapping her claws on the countertop.

"What’s on your mind, milady?" Tigre asked, checking his watch.

Olay quickly faced him again, a small smile set on her face.

"What if we went together?"

Tigre perked an eyebrow. "Milady, do you know how much trouble I can get into for bringing a mortal to the Spirit Realm?"

"Yeah… You’re right," Olay said, turning back around slowly.

Tigre looked up at the ceiling and chuckled lightly. "You can shape-shift, right?"

"Yeah, most magic users can..."

"Good enough…" Tigre placed his paws on her arms and called on his Spirit…

---

"Where is he?" the head Spirit asked.

A raccoon spirit-morph looked back slightly. "I just called him, he should be here any moment."

"I hope he is, Maela," the head Spirit continued. "We need everycreature here to begin."

Maela sighed and flicked her luscious ringed tail behind her. Where the hell was Tigre, anyway? She was about to call him again when a pair of creatures appeared behind her.

A few spirits greeted Tigre as a few zealous eyes fell on the gorgeous creature walking with him. Some of the spirits had already started trying to impress Tigre’s companion.

"Alright, Maela, I’m here," Tigre said as he walked up to the lovely raccoon-morph. "Can we get this over with?"

"It’s Mistress Archangel to you. I’m still your superior, you know."

Tigre stepped back as he noticed her sudden attitude. "S’matter?"

"What is that?" Maela asked, pointing at Olay.

"She’s my mate, a spirit since she can change forms…"

"She’s a mortal capable of shape-shifting," Maela interrupted. "Don’t try to bullshit me. You know that you cannot bring mortals here."

"That’s why I took the freakin’ night off…"

"I did too. Do you think I want to be here just because Earm cannot handle treasures?"

Earm looked up, his bunny ears perked. "Oh c’mon, Maela… Even Nature makes mistakes. Look at when She created the humans…"

"How dare you question Nature’s actions! The only inquiry I have is how the hell you made it this far," Maela growled. "One more word out of you and I will bust you down three experience levels."

"Yes Mistress Archangel," Earm said softly, his face drooping.

Maela returned her icy stare towards Tigre. "And as for you…"

"Look," he interrupted, "this operation is going to take place on Earth, not in the Spiritual Realm. Olay is allowed to work with me on Earth. She will not be here for long."

Maela sighed and kept her stern look before raising her beautiful archangel wings. "If you want a pair of these, Tigre, you had better try to get every experience point you can."

Tigre breathed in sharply as he looked at the wings. Spirits gained their wings after receiving a set amount of working experience. At twenty-three years of age, Maela’s wings were full. Tigre was ahead of the other spirits in his class, but his ‘wings’ were still painful little nubbin knots on his back. A few more years of experience and his wings would be just as majestic as Maela’s were.

"One more thing," Maela started as Tigre turned away. "The dead should date the dead. Leave the living to themselves."

"Jealous, Mistress?" Tigre asked her innocently.

Maela growled, her eyelids narrowing in anger.

Tigre chuckled under his breath, walking off a few feet and looking up into the sky. Olay was flying with a few of the other winged spirits, enjoying herself immensely. She smiled toothily as she noticed one of the spirits trying to tag her leopard tail. She skillfully flew around him, batting her eyelids playfully. They played little games until she noticed Tigre watching and landed in his arms.

"What was that about?" she asked, looking back at Maela’s cold stare.

"Oh nothing, dear," Tigre said softly, hugging his mate close. "Let’s go listen to the plan, shall we?"

Over the next few minutes, the head Spirit watched the other souls gather around him and look at their plan portfolios. He waited until all was quiet before speaking.

"As you are all aware, we had a slight incident this afternoon. Our fellow soul Earm was careless and somehow managed to drop a -Song- of Mother Nature down to the Physical Realm planet Earth."

Earm dodged a couple of well-aimed acorns. "C’mon, guys! Those things are so slippery and… Ow!" The bunny-soul sat back down as a few more acorns and a large pebble hit him.

"Yes, well," the head Spirit continued, "here to brief us is Mistress Archangel Maela."

Maela stood up, ignoring the whistles as she bent over to pick up her laser pointer. She usually didn’t wear short skirts, but since she was supposed to be off tonight…

"Alright, listen up souls and… other creatures," she started, staring directly at Olay. "Our mission is somewhat simple. We have to recover this -Song- no matter what. We have isolated the part of Earth where it has fallen…"

Maela snapped her fingers and a hologram of the planet Earth appeared behind her, one country outlined completely in red. "This is the ‘United States of America,’ as many of you know. We are pretty sure that the object fell somewhere around here. Many of you came from the planet Earth, and some of you were even human at one point," she paused, tilting her head towards Tigre, "so we do not think you have any problems finding this ASAP. As an incentive for you to work quickly, we are implementing a ‘finders-keepers’ rule. Whoever finds the -Song- will get to use it."

Maela paused again as a murmur spread throughout the crowd. "Return to your dens and await further orders for departure."

Tigre stood and helped Olay up, cupping his paws and opening a portal. "Wanna see my Spirit Realm den…? I found a beautiful domain one day while I was exploring…."

The pair stepped through the portal, leading to a lone region. Olay looked around, an air of awe on her face.

"It’s beautiful, Tigre…" she started.

"Yeah, it’s small, but cozy. I like it… fits me purrfectly," Tigre said, smiling.

The entire domain was made up of a huge, two hundred-foot waterfall that fell into a deep, shimmering lake. Forestry and plants grew up the waterfall along with mysterious flowers. The pair stood on the bank of the deep lake.

"That’s the living place over there," Tigre said, pointing over to a cave right beside the waterfall.

Olay held Tigre’s paw as he led her over a sturdy wooden bridge leading to the cave. She smiled as she entered the quaint little cavern, the mood set right with natural lighting. A couple of spirit lanterns sat next to the couch in the main living room, in front of a big screen television. Tigre disappeared into the kitchen as Olay found her way to the bedroom, laying down on the cushy bed. The roaring waterfall didn’t sound as loud inside the cavern, instead giving a soft murmuring tone. Tigre was right- this place was cozy.

"Olay, can I get’cha anything to drink?" Tigre yelled out from the kitchen.

"No, I’m fine… I really like this place, though," she said back, glancing up as he appeared in the doorway.

Tigre smiled, laying down on the bed beside her and massaging her shoulders. "Maybe it was a good idea having you come with me."

"You know, this is a really comfortable bed," Olay said, snuggling into him.

"That was random," Tigre said, twitching his nose. "Comfy, you say? I think so, I wouldn’t have an uncomfortable bed…"

Olay glanced up at him, her eyelids fluttering.

"Oooo, I get’cha," Tigre said softly, his eyebrows raising. His paw slowly moved down Olay’s body, finally resting on the crest of her gorgeous rear. "Now that you mention it, it is rather… comfortable."

Olay leaned up and kissed Tigre, her tongue playing over his lips gently. "If only we had just a little more time…"

"Actually, we do have a little time. The younger, inexperienced souls will be called out first, leaving the best ones for last," Tigre explained. "I am usually one of the last to be called."

Olay started to unfasten Tigre’s button-up T-shirt. "So, how much time do we have?"

Tigre touched the underside of her chin with his paw and kissed her again, this time touching her tongue gently with his. "Half an hour, give or take a couple of minutes."

Olay chuckled lightly, playing her claws across his chest. "My dear, we’re going to need a lot more time than that to do what I had in mind…"

Tigre moaned gently, watching her intently. "Well, what did you have in mind?"

She smiled, running her paws further down Tigre’s body. "How about I show you…?"

The pair kissed passionately, Tigre’s paws kneading Olay’s rear a little more restlessly. Olay grabbed Tigre’s paw with her tail, gasping in pleasure as Tigre started to neck her. One of his paws rubbed her breasts and she moaned again, a deep purr flowing through her body as Tigre bit her nipples through her shirt.

"Yes, tiggie…" she moaned, opening his pants. "Yes…"

The Hei-Muah suddenly shook around Tigre’s neck. "I hope I am not interrupting anything, tiger," Maela’s voice chirped over the pendant. "Since you decided to bring the mortal, and since mortals are not allowed here, you will be the first to leave. Thank you for volunteering."

Olay rolled back off Tigre, laying on the bed and sighing. "Is it just me or does she really hate me?"

"She just doesn’t have what you do, that’s all." Tigre helped her up and kissed her one last time, buttoning his shirt back up. "Shall we dance?"

---

Earth, original home of the humans, the United States of America. Tigre used fake skin to cover the claw sheaths on his hand-paws and hid his slender tail in his pants. He could say that his stripes, running down the right side of his body, were tattoos and his tiger eyes and whiskers were simply decorations. He basically got away with looking human except for the claws since he used to be human. Olay simply used her magic to shift into a human female form. Her feline attributes disappeared as she morphed into a pretty brunette. Now that they looked a little more inconspicuous, Tigre started asking the locals if they had witnessed any shooting stars during the day. The -Song- took the form of a jewel on Earth, and he knew that it wouldn’t take long for someone to mistake it for a priceless stone. Luckily, they were in a large city, and many people had noticed the shooting star falling to the ground. They gathered enough information to lead them to a park crowded with people. The pair spent the next hour searching high and low for the -Song- until Tigre noticed a man with the spirit of Earm residing in him.

"There’s nothing around here," the bunny soul said, giving Tigre the sign of a Spirit Realm creature. "I hope we’re close, though. There are souls sprinkled all over this country. I heard that Maela got the desert region."

Tigre chuckled lightly. "What would you do if you found the -Song-?"

"I’d wish that I wasn’t so clumsy," Earm replied after a while. "I’m tired of being the one doing all the stupid shit. What about you?"

"I’d give it to Olay and let her decide," Tigre replied, looking at the dreamy look returning to Olay’s eyes.

"Well, good luck to you two," Earm said, walking into the woods and tripping on a park bench.

The couple walked outside of the park, trying to get their bearings. Tigre looked up towards a sign, not noticing that he was walking into the street in front of an oncoming bus…

As the bus tires squealed, Olay let her wings appear and whisked Tigre into the air, landing back on the sidewalk. People within two city blocks that saw the incident immediately ran over, a little more than curious about the person with the wings. As Tigre noticed that their cover was blown, he immediately pulled her into an alleyway, followed by two police officers. He walked faster and ducked deeper into the alley, trying to lose the cops. Soon he reached a dead end, the sounds of the cops’ footsteps slowly getting louder. He glanced around silently, preparing to confront the officers…

"Hey mister, down here!" A small kid appeared out of one of the sewer gratings. Tigre looked down and grabbed Olay, pulling her into the sewer passage. The cops arrived at the dead end and Tigre watched as they looked around confused. He looked down at the slightly dingy kid.

"Boy, they were really after you," the kid started. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, shorty," Tigre replied, watching Olay’s wings flicker silently out of view. "Would you mind taking us somewhere a little safer?"

"Sure, no problem! Follow me." The kid started walking down the underground passageway, glancing back after a while. "By the way, the name’s Bobby."

"Glad to meet you, Bobby," Tigre said, shaking the little boy’s hand. "I’m Tigre and this is Olay."

"Olay? That sounds foreign," Bobby said, thinking aloud.

"Yeah, I’m not from around here," Olay said softly with her accented voice, brushing off the statement. As they continued down the dark passageway, she grabbed Tigre’s hand. "I’m sorry for getting us into trouble back there."

"No, thank you for saving me. You did well. Just try not to show too much to the humans, they fear what they don’t understand."

Olay nodded and sighed, following the little boy deeper into the passageway.

Eight minutes later, Tigre noticed that the canal was slowly getting brighter. He heard the sounds of other people… the steady crackle of a fire...

"Right around the next corner," Bobby said, looking back over his shoulder.

Just as the youngster anticipated, the next bend opened into a large area, filled with homeless people. Tigre glanced around the little camp, made up of small homemade tents complete with blankets and radios. Bobby led Tigre and Olay over to one of the tents.

"I can’t offer you much food, but I can give you a bed," he said, adjusting his cap and pulling out a dirty sleeping bag from one of the tents.

"That’s fine. Thanks a lot, maybe we can pay you back by finding some food for you after we get some rest." Tigre laid down on the sleeping mat, his eyes drooping.

Olay looked down at him and back over at Bobby. She took off the backpack that she wore, pulling out some of the ham sandwiches and fruit that she had prepared back at the Havre den. Bobby took the food gratefully, disappearing into his tent.

"Mom, we got some food tonight!"

His voice almost sent tears to Olay’s eyes. She sighed and looked down at Tigre again, who was nearly asleep. She laid down beside him, feeling him place his arms around her and hold her tight.

The next morning, Tigre awoke to the sounds of a subway somewhere near the underground room. He kissed Olay’s eyelids lightly, watching them flutter open. He was about to say something when his stomach growled loudly.

Olay giggled and leaned up, kissing Tigre lightly. "Let’s see what we have for breakfast, shall we?"

"I’m so hungry, I could probably eat an entire antelope," Tigre mumbled, stretching out and growling under his breath.

"Well, you need to be satisfied with some fruit and ham, that’s all I brought." She opened her knapsack and showed Tigre the remaining food.

"That’s fine with me, we’ll get more later." Tigre started to paw at the food, mewling as Olay slapped his hand-paw.

"And don’t you eat all of it! We need to save a little for Bobby." She broke the remaining food into three separate groups, handing some fruit and meat to Tigre.

As they both ate, Bobby came out of his tent. "Mom thanks you dearly for the food, Ms. Olay."

"Please," Olay smiled, "Just call me Olay."

"Maybe we can meet your mother and talk to her appropriately?" Tigre asked, handing the rest of the food over to Bobby.

The young boy looked down dejectedly, picking up a grape and chewing on it. "Mom’s real sick, they say that no one should see her because they might catch the disease."

Tigre glanced over towards Olay. "What disease?"

"No one knows," Bobby replied. "We have no money to take her to the hospital. The people at the shelter knew, but they said that there was no chance in saving her at this point. They said that I shouldn’t be around her because I could catch it as well, but I don’t want to leave my mother like that. That’s why we escaped from the shelter and came down here. They wanted to take me away…"

Tigre stood up and walked towards the tent. "I want to see her."

"But…" Bobby protested.

"Don’t worry about it," Olay said, hugging the boy. "Just… don’t worry about it."

She held his hand as he led them into the tent, guiding them to the farther side.

"Bobby, is that you?" a raspy voice called out from the corner.

"Mom, I brought those people who gave me the food. I told them about you, but they still wanted to come."

Tigre walked over to the cot first, looking down at the sick woman. She coughed hauntingly and glanced up at him, her eyes partially lifeless.

"Momma," Ben started, "I’m going exploring again today to see what I can find for us. I’ll try to see if I can find another mattress for you."

"Be careful," she said, her voice weak. She closed her eyes as she heard her son leave the tent. "You two shouldn’t have come in here."

"What is it that ails you, madam?" Tigre asked, kneeling down beside her cot.

"TB, plus pneumonia," she said, coughing. "It’s too late for me. The tuberculosis is already too developed. I can tell by the way that you dress that you are not homeless. Do not take pity on me. Please… do yourselves a favor and leave. I appreciate you giving my son food, but you are not safe in here."

Olay walked over and placed a hand on Tigre’s shoulder. "Ma’am, we might be able to help you if you would let us…"

"Please," the woman started again, "Just leave. It is too late."

Olay was about to say something again when Tigre stood up and squeezed her hand, motioning towards the entrance. They turned around one last time as they were about to leave, watching the woman slowly drift off to sleep.

"What are we going to do about her?" Olay asked as they left the tent.

"Let Nature take its course," Tigre replied, sighing.

Olay’s eyes grew wide. "You’re not serious, are you?"

"Olay," Tigre sighed again, "Nature has plans for us all, and sometimes we need to stand back and let things run their course. Though things may seem cruel now, that woman will soon be in a better place. I died a cruel death as well, but when I became an Angel, I realized the plans that Nature had for me. That woman will be happy again once she sees the Spiritual Realm. It would be a disservice for me to stop that."

"And what about Bobby? Try to explain that to him when he sees that his mother is gone." Olay walked off a few feet and looked back around at Tigre.

He was about to say something in response when the Hei-Muah pendant shook.

"Tigre," Maela’s voice spoke from the pendant, "there’s a meeting back in the Spiritual Realm. You are needed there."

Tigre sighed yet again. "I’ll be there in two minutes."

Maela the Mistress Archangel looked worried as she watched the souls trailing in from their posts on Earth. She walked over to Tigre as she saw him enter, her arms folded.

"Did you two find anything?" she asked, this time actually recognizing Olay’s presence.

The couple shook their heads.

"Nothing but a lesson in reality’s heartlessness," Olay replied softly.

Maela looked over at her and nodded her head slowly. "Earth is a very cruel place. Unfortunately, we are not able to do as much as I wish we could. Well, join in and have a seat, I want this meeting to be as quick as possible."

Tigre and Olay found space in the middle of the crowd.

"She seems a little nicer," Olay remarked.

"She always is, I don’t know what came over her yesterday," Tigre replied.

The head Spirit clapped his paws to get everyone’s attention as Maela stood up.

"As you all know," she started, "No creature has been able to find the -Song-. This worries me greatly."

She stepped over to a table, emptying a bag of jewels on top of it. "All of these were thought to be the -Song-, but none are. You can tell the -Song- when you see it, and it is definitely brighter than this. I want oral reports of what each of you are seeing."

Over the next couple of minutes, each soul either simply shrugged or said ‘nothing’. No one had seen anything.

Maela sighed and leaned back against the table, softly rubbing her temples. "Well then, get your butts back out there! No creature come back until you’ve found that damn -Song-!"

The souls quickly dispersed, each heading in separate directions. Olay replenished her food supply with various fruits and victuals on the table. She glanced over at Maela.

"Why can’t the souls help creatures in need in the Physical Realm?"

Maela continued to rub her temples gently. "Because helping them is getting in the way with our high Mother’s decisions. We are able to change things in our reality, but we are not allowed to do such things in the physical reality. Don’t let the Earth’s problems get to you, it will only drag you down."

"Finished with the vittles?" Tigre asked as Olay filled the bags.

"Yeah, let’s get back," she replied, saying good-bye to Maela.

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Two hours later, Tigre sat with Earm on a park-bench in the city back on Earth.

"I don’t know where to explore next," Earm said softly. "I’ve followed every lead. I feel so stupid, I created this entire mess."

Tigre listened silently, looking up as Olay walked over to where he was sitting.

"Have you seen Bobby lately?" she asked. "I wanted to give him some of this food we got."

"No, I haven’t seen him." He looked at the worried expression on Olay’ face and stood up from the bench. "Let’s go find him…"

The couple found their way back underground to the homeless town. They were searching around when one of the vagabonds walked up to them, motioning towards a tunnel.

"Are you looking for Bobby?" he asked as they walked towards the tunnel. "I didn’t feel right about the plan I heard, that’s why I didn’t go with them. But with his mother leaving, they thought he was fair game so…"

"Who took him?" Tigre growled, grabbing the man’s collar.

"They took him to the old abandoned subway car station… uptown. Just take that tunnel there…"

Tigre and Olay jumped into the tunnel, leaving the man sputtering. They traveled down the passage for a long time before they heard the cries of Bobby. As soon as Tigre heard the shouts, he stopped in his tracks.

Olay looked at him. "What are you waiting for?"

"Souls cannot do anything to change the lives of the living," he replied softly.

"Look, don’t give me that bullshit…" She looked around exasperated. "All right, do what you want. I am not a soul, and I am going to help that kid. If you want to fucking sit there on your ass, just sit there and rot."

Tigre thought for a minute more, and another cry pierced the darkness. "Come on," he said, grabbing Olay’ hand.

They ran into the clearance. Six men were pushing Bobby around. Tigre picked up a rock and threw it, knocking one of the men down.

"Mister," one of the men yelled out, "you just fucked with the wrong group."

Four of the remaining men flicked knives from their pockets, the fifth man picking up a crowbar. The five men encircled Olay and Tigre. "And when I get finished with you, I can’t wait to force fuck your pretty little girlfriend…"

Tigre only sneered at the man’s remarks. He looked at his surroundings, waiting for Bobby to hide underneath one of the train cars…

Tigre made the first move, twisting one man’s arm and stabbing him with his own knife. Olay moved behind Tigre, kneeing another man in the groin and scratching his face with her nails. Tigre unleashed his claws out of the fake skin, slashing another man across his face and tripping him up, slamming him into the ground full speed. Olay used her magic to set another assailant’s pants on fire, backslapping another and pushing him face-first through a train car window. The final assailant lashed out at Tigre, trying to hit him with the crow bar. Tigre skillfully dodged the blow, punching the man in the face. The man dropped the crowbar and grabbed his bleeding nose. One quick roundhouse kick and the man’s body spun around, smashing into the ground.

The pair watched the pile of men cautiously as Bobby ran out from his hiding place. He ran over to Olay and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face. Tigre patted the young boy’s shoulder.

"It’s okay," Olay said softly, holding him. "It’s all over now."

After a few minutes, Tigre picked Bobby up and carried him on his shoulder. They stepped into the tunnel and headed home.

Suddenly, the man that gave Tigre and Olay the original tip-off came running down the passageway. "Bobby! It’s your mother…"

Bobby jumped down from Tigre’s shoulder and took off running, Tigre and Olay close behind. As they reached the campsite, Bobby ran straight for his tent, but one of the woman stopped him before he could enter.

"Bobby," she started, "Don’t go in there. It’s too late."

Bobby didn’t cry, he simply looked down and walked away dejectedly. The entire camp was quiet as realization spread that one of their own was gone.

After a while, Tigre cleared his throat, pointing over at where Bobby sat. "I’m… I’m going to…"

Olay nodded her head, a lone look on her face.

Tigre slowly walked over to Bobby, sitting down beside him and looking into the fire barrel.

"Bobby, you’re going to have to be strong from now on, even stronger than you were before," he said softly, sighing.

Bobby wiped his eyes and looked over at Tigre. "Are you and Ms. Olay in love?"

Tigre thought for a minute, poking a stick into the ground. "She is someone I cherish and love very much."

"Find something special to give to her," Bobby said softly, wiping his eyes again. "I never did get to give my mother what I found for her."

Tigre looked down silently.

"That’s why those men jumped me. Ever since I found something worth money, everybody’s been after me." Bobby reached in his pocket and pulled out a shiny jewel. Tigre’s eyes grew as he saw what was in Bobby’s hand. "I was going to sell this to get money for mom’s medication. But after I found out that she was too sick for treatment, I was just going to give it to her the way it was. But she wouldn’t except it, saying that she couldn’t take it with her."

Tigre sat speechless as Bobby handed the jewel to him. It sparkled like no other jewel on the planet, with more beauty than a diamond.

"Give it to Olay," Bobby continued, "to show her that you love her. Tell her, before it is too late."

Tigre took the shiny jewel as Olay walked up behind them.

"Is that…" she started.

Tigre glanced up into her eyes for a long minute and looked back at Bobby. "I can’t take this from you. This jewel… It is called a -Song- of Nature. Legend says that it will grant a wish."

Bobby looked up at him dubiously.

"Honestly, just try it. What do you have to lose?"

An hour later, Maela called another meeting. This time she was a little more relieved, and she welcomed Tigre and Olay to tell their story.

"…so then we let him keep it, and make his own wish," Tigre concluded, getting a round of applause from the other souls. He looked over at Olay and sighed. He had made a promise to her that he couldn’t keep.

Earm walked over to him, breaking his thoughts. "Well, someone likes you… There’s a call coming over that says there is a limousine waiting for you back in the Physical Realm."

Tigre stared at him with a confused look. As he prepared to investigate, Maela walked over to him, looking at Olay.

"Nice job, you two. Since his life will be ultimately changed, Bobby won’t remember his past life as a homeless boy, but he will remember you. More or less like a ‘d\xE9j\xE0 vu’ thing. You two really did well."

Tigre nodded his head and smiled, grabbing Olay’s hand and following the coordinates back to the Physical Realm, appearing right outside the park where the first arrived. Sure enough, a limousine sat waiting. The driver got out and opened the door for the couple as they appeared.

The pair sat speechless inside the car as it started off. Tigre didn’t know what to say to Olay, he had promised her that -Song-. He was about to say something when the car stopped outside of a quaint little house. The driver got out of the car and opened the door.

Tigre and Olay stepped out, walking up the yard and listening to the birds singing. As they neared the house, the door opened and Bobby walked outside wearing fresh clothes and looking neat. His mother sat in the doorway smiling.

"Thank you so much," Bobby started. "I don’t know exactly what you did, or how you did it, but I do know that I owe you everything. My life, my soul… everything."

Tigre scruffled the boy’s hair and chuckled as he led them inside the house for dinner. They left Bobby and his mother at dusk, saying their final good-byes and slinking back into the limo. They sat silently riding in the limousine, destination unknown. Finally, as the car stopped and parked, Tigre opened the sunroof and looked up at a 15-story hotel.

"Whoa, that thing’s huge," he said aloud.

Olay remained silent.

The driver gave them keys to their rooms and tilted his hat, getting back into the car and driving off into the distance. Tigre was really starting to wonder what was going on. He checked at the front desk to see who made the reservations, but they didn’t have any information. All they knew was that the room was rented out to the couple for an unknown amount of time. Tigre shook his head and took the elevator to the fourteenth floor, where the biggest rooms were.

As he opened the door to his room, he saw Olay looking out the window. She was back in her snow leopard form, her lovely tail laced behind her. As always, her soft, spotted fur was groomed beautifully, but she had used her magic to hide her wings.

Tigre walked over to her slowly, pausing at some moments. Finally, he placed his arms around her waist.

"Olay… I’m… I knew that you wanted that -Song-, and I even promised to give it to you. I just can’t seem to do things right for you. The Spiritual Realm is filled with -Songs-, I’m sure of it. I’ll search high and low until I find one for you…"

Olay turned around to face Tigre and placed a claw on his lips, purring softly. "Shh… I am very proud of both of us. Did you see the look in Bobby’s eyes?"

Tigre kissed her claws. "You mean you’re not mad?"

"Of course not! Bobby needed that thing more than I did. He absolutely needed that -Song-." She slowly turned around and laid her head back on Tigre’s shoulder, her beautiful cat eyes watching the city view out the window. "Besides, all I wanted ever since all this began was simply to spend some alone time with you." Her claws lightly stroked Tigre’s paws.

"Bobby must’ve noticed that… He sure did include one nice room for us in his wish," Tigre chuckled. "And we sure are alone…"

Olay turned around slowly and stared deep into Tigre’s eyes, licking her lips. "So I noticed…"

Tigre purred gently and played his claws across her belly. "Did you, now?"

"Yes, I did," she purred, closing her eyes as her face slowly tilted closer to his lips.

The couple kissed slowly and delicately, Olay’s arms wrapping around Tigre’s neck. After a few moments, their tongues joined in, intertwining passionately. Tigre moaned and kissed her neck. Olay purred out yiffily, her paws opening his shirt- this time popping the buttons off hastily. She pressed against Tigre until he fell back across the bed and straddled his legs, holding his head as she kissed him again. Tigre ran his hand-paws up her shirt and unfastened her bra skillfully, raising himself from the bed to nearly swallow her tongue. He moaned into her mouth as he pulled the bra out from underneath her shirt, her aroused nipples pointing out from the material. He dropped her bra down onto the floor as Olay’s claws shredded his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants. They stared naughtily into each other’s eyes before kissing again, their passion growing. Tigre slowly ran his hand-paw up her tight shirt and pinched one of her nipples with his claws. She gasped loudly, letting him lay her back across the bed and staring ferally into his eyes.

He kissed her soft fur and traced a sharp claw down her shirt between her breasts. The material split as he continued to cut downward, her breasts finally showing as the tight shirt opened and fell away from her body. Olay moaned as the air hit her caps and mewled as Tigre’s rough tongue played around them. She cried out and arched her back as Tigre sucked one directly, his hot, wet mouth pulling at it. She pressed her dangerous claws behind his head, threatening to draw blood. Tigre’s paws frantically tried to remove her jeans and she helped him, throwing them off the side of the bed. She ran her paw into her panties and started to finger herself fervently, looking into Tigre’s eyes and groaning. Tigre took his own pants off and threw them somewhere, loving the look Olay gave him as he slid her panties down her leg. He closed his eyes and sniffed the silky panties- he always had an underwear fetish. He lapped at the spot on her panties where her juices flowed and sniffed at every possible place. Finally, he dropped them further across the bed. When Tigre opened his eyes, Olay laid back across the bed and spread her legs wide, giving him a perfect view of her delicate, wet pussy. Tigre ran his muzzle up her thigh and sniffed her heat, pressing his nose into her entrance. One sniff and his cock spurted more precum into his boxer shorts. He licked his lips, wanting to eat her so badly… but caught himself, looking into her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted lustfully.

"Mistress," he purred, "May we play a little game…?"

"Yes…" she purred passionately, "Please your mistress…"

As Tigre moved up her body, his boxer shorts got a little too close to Olay’ paws and suddenly they were gone, leaving his cock free to drip his precum onto her thigh.

Tigre licked her neck and pulled her ripped shirt from beneath her.

"It’s a very simple game," he purred, using his claws to cut the shirt into three separate strips. He used two of the strips to tie her arms to the bedposts tightly.

He leaned over close to her face, teasing but not kissing her.

"All Mistress has to do…" he whispered into her ears, tying the final strap around her eyes and blindfolding her, "…is guess what’s going inside of her…"

"Tigre," Olay gasped. She listened as he got up from the bed. What was he up to…? Collecting supplies?

She licked her lips as she felt movement on the bed, hearing her lover crawl back over to her.

"Object one," Tigre breathed into her ear.

Olay spread her legs and shivered as something pressed inside of her. This one was simple.

"Your fingers," she breathed, her arms lightly pulling at the restraints.

"Very good," Tigre said, kissing her passionately and rewarding her by sliding a grape into her mouth. She sucked the juicy grape and swallowed it, kissing Tigre again and finding another in his mouth.

"Object two," Tigre said, pressing something else at her entrance. Her muscles instinctively closed around the object and she seethed lustfully. Somewhat crisp… a little cold…

"Carrot," she winced out breathily.

"Very, very good," Tigre said with an impressed tone, "Mistress is rather good at this, I see." He sucked her juices off the carrot and ate it before kissing her again. Olay heard the sound of some fruit being sliced by his claws. She opened her mouth and licked out… Lemon. She lapped at the fruit, feeling Tigre squeeze some of its juices onto her chest and licking it off her hot nipples.

She liked this game.

"Object three," Tigre purred.

Olay’s head lolled back, this was somewhat bigger than the rest. Hard, bland…

"Tube," she said as the object probed deeper.

Tigre suddenly stopped pressing. "Wrong."

He crawled up her body and growled, taking her neck into his teeth and nipping down. Olay cried out, feeling Tigre press the object deeper and faster as he held her neck in his jaws. Her thoughts raced… Plastic! She felt plastic…

"Dildo," she gasped.

Tigre growled again, his jaws closing as the object’s pace sped up. She felt a little blood flowing around his teeth. She wanted to say another wrong answer just so he would bite a little deeper. Her mind lolled… But she felt something. Little soft felt-tip things rubbing her clit as the object sped up. Buttons?

"TV remote!" she screamed out.

Tigre stopped pressing the object in… releasing her neck after a moment. "Right."

He licked the small bite marks so they would heal just right before slicing another fruit. Olay opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, but this time Tigre held the fruit just out of her reach. She smelled an orange. Tigre placed the orange on her mouth, pulling it away as she lapped at it. Finally, he kissed her and let her eat the fruit with him, their tongues dancing as they ripped at the sticky meat of the orange.

Olay’ breathing was erratic… She heard silence for a moment.

"Final object," Tigre said after a while. Olay opened her legs one more time. Something… gel-like… squishy… not exactly liquid…

"Jello?" she asked softly, the cool gel countering with her heat.

"Correct," Tigre said with a hint of relief. He pressed more Jello inside of her pussy.

"What’s Mistresses’ prize this time, tiger?" Olay asked after a while.

"Bonus round, milady. Can you guess this object?"

Olay cried out and arched her back. She knew this object well… She wrapped her legs around Tigre’s head, pulling his face in farther as his tongue darted around inside her. He licked out every last bit of Jello, his tongue finding all the right places. The fire was starting to build inside her, about to overflow in bliss. Her nectar flowed around Tigre’s questing muzzle, her pussy quivering…

Olay’s claws broke the restraint and ripped off the blindfold. She pulled herself over Tigre, headed straight for his length. She licked at his cock as he redoubled his tonguing, burying it in her mouth and handling his majestic, tiger-striped cock expertly. He pulled back out of her gasping with new emotions just as she was about to overflow, his copious pre shooting into her awaiting mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick, feeling him start to thrust.

Olay pulled his member out of her mouth and looked back up at him. Enough with the games.

"Mount me now." Her voice was serious… commanding, yet filled with lust.

Tigre only stared at her.

How dare he disobey his mistress! Olay grabbed his neck with her dangerous claws, biting his shoulder and drawing blood. She got on her paws and knees, looking back at him and raising her dripping pussy.

"I said mount me, NOW!"

This time Tigre complied with her wish, crawling up her body and placing his aching cockhead at her wet entrance. He snuzzled her face and played with her claws with his hand-paws.

"Now yiff your mistress," Olay gasped out, returning the snuzzle and closing her eyes dreamily as she pressed herself back onto Tigre slowly.

"Yes, Mistress," Tigre groaned, watching himself disappear into her depths slowly. "Yesss…"

He gradually pushed himself into Olay’s love-canal, just the way she liked it. He was long, but she was swollen. She could take all of it. Her juices coated Tigre’s cock as her reflexes caused her to tense her muscles around him.

"Slow," she moaned as he started to rush a little.

The speed was killing Tigre. She wasn’t just hot… she was blazing. Wet and tight, nearly squeezing the seed right out of him. He slowed his pace once again as commanded, delving deeper at a snail’s pace. Finally their crotches touched and Olay opened her eyes, raising her hips a little more.

"Now, Tigre," she said softly, raising her head a little and pulling herself up his length slightly.

Tigre thrust up into her and caused her to mewl out, pulling back and thrusting again. The true mating began. Olay mewled again and pressed back, dancing with Tigre’s thrust skillfully. He growled and rocked with her, pressing in and out… in and out. He grabbed her rear as her cunt worked its magic, bathing his dick with its heat. He found the lump of her g-spot and pressed into it, her muscles squeezing again as she quickened her pace. Little fires were starting all around her body, about to meet and become one…

"Please, Olay…" Tigre seethed, his cock spraying pre as it rammed into her even faster. Olay was nearly screaming now, her breathing loud.

Tigre instinctively bent down and love-bit her neck, a growl starting deep inside his throat. He drove into her full speed, feelings of his impeding release starting in his stomach as he lightly rubbed her red clit with a finger. He felt a sense of rushing and overwhelming excitement, his legs eagerly thrusting with each of Olay’ anxious rocks, a rough growl escaping with every breath. "Oh, gods… yes… Yes, Olay, Yess!!"

"Ugn, my tiggie… ohhh…." Olay’ entire body felt like fire as the bliss finally overflowed, the feelings of pleasure running through her. Tigre’s love-bite, his excited thrusts, his cock pressing into her g-spot over and over… her stimulated clit being massaged fervently… She tensed and shrieked as the passionate orgasms took her, each climax fuller than the last. Each wave of pleasure flowed through her entire body, lovely white fur turning a hue of excited red around her cheeks and back.

Her cunt squeezed Tigre’s length firmly and he thrust one last time, holding himself in as deep as he could go… The rush overtook him, flowing down his stomach and into his cock…

He let go of Olay’ neck and raised his head, a deafening roar escaping his mouth. His dick strained and released as his orgasm took over, spraying his thick, warm semen deep into her hungry pussy. Olay felt his seed go deep inside and tensed again, her roaring climax still causing her to rock back against him. Tigre’s entire body shivered as he breathed frantically, his length continuing to shoot his creamy nut into her body. Finally, his balls gave their last drop, and he resumed thrusting into her until her own orgasm started to ebb away.

Tigre let his member slowly slide out of Olay, watching a little of his cum mingled with her sex juices slowly dribble out of her pussy. The pair rested for a moment before looking at each other with warm, tired smiles. This was probably just the first of many mating encounters during the long night.

Olay pulled herself up and crawled over to Tigre, hugging him tightly. Tigre pulled the bed sheets from underneath him and covered her as he held her close and kissed her forehead. No words were needed, the electric feelings of their bodies as well as their souls expressed their unspoken emotions. Tigre kissed her one last time and held her paw in one of his paws, the other paw caressing her back. She sighed and ‘mmm’ed softly as Tigre reached up and turned out the lights. He watched her eyes flutter silently and wiped his moist brow.

"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered into her ear, laying back against the pillows as they each experienced their afterglows…

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Later that same night, muffled sounds woke Maela up from a deep sleep. She pulled the covers halfway down her body and sat up in her favorite ‘Lion King’ nightie, her ears perked. Tigre and Olay must’ve been mating again. Maela’s room was right beside their room and this was the second time they had woke her up with their vigorous yiffing.

She picked up the Hei-Muah around her neck… but this time it wasn’t to call Tigre. She took the pendant off and placed it on the mantle, putting on a leather dog collar in its place.

Maela snapped her fingers and the wall in front of her turned transparent so she could get a direct sight into the mating pair’s room. They weren’t able to see the voyeur watching them… Olay was on top this time, flapping her wings to keep balance, her legs spread wide as she pressed herself down on Tigre’s striped staff. The look on Tigre’s face… a mixture of bliss and yearning, his legs frantically trying to pump into his lover…

Maela licked her lips as her paws moved down her body- she was getting hot. Tigre and Olay probably thought that the poor little boy included their luxurious room in his wish. Little did they know that Maela had a fine collection of -Songs- that she had found herself. Part of her wish for tonight was that she would get a room with a view, and she didn’t mean a scenic city landscape. She moaned slightly as her paws found her slick, warm pussy. The ‘coon-morph kicked the rest of the covers off, getting on her paws and knees and pulling off her nightshirt. She looked down at her aroused nipples, holding one of her breasts and licking the hard tip. She stopped in mid-lick, glancing up lustfully into the next room. They were speeding up, their moans getting louder. Olay’s breasts moved as she rode Tigre, her copious juices flowing down his cock as their tails intertwined. Maela perked an eyebrow as she continued to lick her nipple, her scent rising. The pair was bleeding in various places… she loved how they put all their bodies into their mating. Now her paw ran down her fluffy ringed tail, slowly getting closer… She sucked her fingers, pressing them into her tight tail-hole. She never told any of her fellow souls, but she had fantasized about being taken both ways at once. Her other paw returned to her juicy canal, both paws pressing deep.

In the next room, Tigre lifted his hips, raising Olay off the bed so their crotches would meet completely. Olay wrapped her legs around Tigre and continued to move with him. Tigre pumped into her a few more times and lowered his hips, sitting up and holding Olay. They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwined as they rested, still connected.

Meanwhile, in the room beside them, Maela yelped as she came the first time. She pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy, swallowing every drop. The pair was resting before their final stretch- enough time for Maela to get ready. She threw the nightshirt into the corner, hooking a chain onto her collar. She connected the other end to the bedpost, checking the link for tautness. A quick check underneath the bed, and she found her beautiful eleven-inch silver vibrator. She sucked the vibrator, lubing it with her saliva, and glanced back up. Tigre and Olay had started again- Tigre on top this time, pumping ferociously into his love, holding her arms down.

Maela pressed herself against the wall, her juices flowing down her legs. She shivered passionately as her vibrator pushed her nether-lips open. Her swollen cunt willingly opened, begging to be satisfied. Maela yelled out as she pressed her vibrator into her g-spot. Soon her juices would spray out against the wall. She wanted to cum right there. Olay and Tigre were yiffing so fast, so passionately… How naughty of her to watch them.

Maela turned the vibrator on full-speed – she was ready for it. Her deep cunt swallowed all of it, her spot tightening as the powerful pulsations shook her. She raised her head and screamed out, juices soaking her and the wall. How naughty of her indeed…