Alex let out a yawn as she walked in the door of her apartment, mouth open, arms stretched over her head, and her feet almost dragging along the floor. The tigress had been working hard and pulling long days and all-nighters in the studio and coming back home just a few hours or even minutes before sunrise. She closed the door behind her, slipped out of her coat, and dropped her keys into the bowl before she dragged herself further into her apartment. She headed straight to the bedroom, then into the bathroom. How long had it been since she had a shower? She raised an arm and sniffed herself, at least she didn’t smell, but she felt sticky and gross so a shower was definitely a must.

The tigress let out a sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess; as if she hadn’t slept in a very very long time; her hair was all over the place, parts of it were in a ponytail, parts of it weren’t, her eyes were open but just barely, and the off-the-shoulder top she was wearing looked wrinkled beyond ironing. She placed her hands down on the sink and leaned forward to look at her reflection with a little bit more intent. She pulled out the scrunchie in her hair and shook her head gently to let her brown locks loose. With her hair free and adorning her shoulders, she stared at herself for a few seconds before she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and off. She then tossed it into the laundry basket beside the sink and did the same with her pants, underwear, and finally, her bra. She pulled open the glass shower door, stepped inside, and turned on the water.

Steam rose from the shower and fogged up the glass as the tiger stood there basking in the warm water and let it soak through her fur. A small smile spread across her face and she reached for the shampoo to start scrubbing it into her fur. She started humming the melody she had been working on but had no lyrics for yet as she washed away her sticky sweatiness that built up from the hours in the studio.

“Mhm… Hmmm… Hmmm. Hmmm…”

The shower ran for about ten minutes before the tigress turned it off. She stood there in the fogged-up shower and let the excess water drip from her hair and fur. The glass shower door swung open a few seconds later and Alex stepped out to grab a towel. She buried her face in the white fluffy fabric before she got to drying her hair with it. While she was drying herself off in the bathroom and doing her best not to get too much of the floor wet, her phone that she left out in her bedroom buzzed and her hyper-sensitive ears were able to pick up on it. She considered quickly grabbing it and coming back, but decided against it since she wasn’t dry enough to not leave a trail of water droplets everywhere. After the fur on her body was dry enough, she wrapped herself in the towel and grabbed her hairdryer that hung off a hook on the wall. She switched it on and the loud whirr echoed drowned out any and every other noise that would have otherwise been picked up by those Oreo-colored ears of hers.

‘Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!’

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“Huh… It’s not like her to not reply to my texts…” he said with a little bit of a grumble as he pulled his car into the parking garage of the building. He kept looking at his phone that was resting atop the wireless charger built into the center console of his car. Once he pulled into one of the many empty parking spaces in the underground parking garage, he shut off the car’s engine and grabbed his phone to check if his girlfriend responded to him yet. He let out a small scoff and rolled his eyes when he realized that there wouldn’t be any cell signal underground. He grabbed his things and left the car. A short elevator ride and a few dozen steps later, he was at the front door of his girlfriend’s apartment. “Shit…” he shuffled around for the keys in his back pocket. He pulled it out with the hand he had his phone in and awkwardly jammed it into the keyhole. His keys jingled as he turned it left and right, he was never sure which way it was that unlocked the deadbolt and relied on the sound. When he heard the click that was a little louder than the other, he pressed down on the door handle, pushed the door open, and let himself inside. Once inside, he spotted Alex’s coat on the coat rack as he shifted his way over to hang his right next to it. “Alex, babe? Are you home?” he called out as he placed his set of keys into the same bowl Alex had earlier. He ventured further into the apartment to investigate when he didn’t receive any response. He spotted a few more of the things that she usually had on her when she went out to work, so he was sure that she was there. As he entered the living room, he was able to hear the faint sound of a hairdryer going. He smiled to himself and turned on his heels to head in the direction of the bedroom. As he approached the door that was half-open down the hallway, the sound of the hairdryer got louder and louder, before suddenly stopping. Just as he was about to push through the bedroom door, he spotted her walking passed it in her towel and stopped dead in his tracks.

With her hair and fur mostly dry, Alex skipped her way out of the bathroom and toward her closet in the bedroom. She slipped by the half-closed door that led out to the hallway and let her towel fall to the floor just as she did. She bounced up and down happily for the last few feet, causing her breasts to jiggle just a little before she slid open her closet doors to reveal her collection of clothing. She had everything from gowns, to cute onesies modeled after various other species, but she was looking for something a little more comfortable to wear, maybe something she could wear as she lounged around the house and if she decided to hit the hay. She sifted through her clothes one by one, stopping when she came across a piece of clothing she hadn’t put on in a long time; her red sweater. She pulled it off the hanger and brought it to her nose to sniff it. The soft and velvety red sweater smelled fresh, like fruity dryer sheets. Her boyfriend must have washed it for her while she was working. She let out a nice little chuff before she slipped it over her head and put it on. With her red sweater now adorning her upper half, she was almost done with her outfit. Her legs and feet were a bit cold though, so she pulled open one of the little drawers to reveal her collection of socks and stockings. She ran her fingers over her selection before she pulled out a white pair with pink toes. She backed up from the closet, sat down on the bed, and lifted her legs up to pull those long socks over her feet and halfway up her thighs. She let go of the elastics at the top of her socks, producing a loud snap just before she put her feet down on the ground and leaned back on her hands on the soft blue bed. Bottomless was the way to go home, enough warmth with the sweater and the socks, but the freedom of no restrictive pants. She let out a soft sigh and looked out the large window that overlooked the city, the sky was slowly turning from black to soft pink, it was close to sunrise, and she probably should go to sleep soon. Her tail waved around behind her and she did her hair up in a simple braid to keep it from making a mess of itself as she moved around. She spent a few seconds looking out at the sky as the color shifted slowly, but then she turned to her right and spotted a familiar friend looking at her. She raised her brow and chuckled, “Being a peeping Tom, are you?”

Alex’s boyfriend watched the tigress through the door and stood still in the hallway unintentionally keeping himself hidden. He liked what he saw, of course. A striped feline in her natural habitat, getting dressed in her usual cute getups. He got an eyeful of her breasts, butt, and those beans of hers as she pulled her socks on. His eyes widened and he panicked when he heard her calling out to a peeping Tom.

He froze again but let out a sigh of shame and approached the door to reveal himself to his girlfriend. Just as he squeezed through the already open door though, he saw her pick up her IKEA Blåhaj and nuzzle up against it. “You peeping shark! Always watching me get dressed.” She giggled and smooched the plushie in rapid succession. When she pulled her face away from the doll, she saw her boyfriend standing by the door and smiled at him. “Hey, you’re home!” she chirped excitedly and pulled the shark plushie in for a hug.

The tiger’s boyfriend was relieved that she wasn’t talking about him and when he saw how excited she was that he was home, he smiled at her and approached the bed. “How’s my favorite tiger? I texted you that I was coming over, but you didn’t respond.” He sat down on the bed with her, put his hand right on top of her head, right in between her fuzzy ears, and rubbed gently. Alex pushed her head into his hand more as he showered her in affection. “How was your day at the studio?” he asked her as he used his arm to support him leaning slightly against the bed.

Alex’s smile grew wider when her boyfriend asked her how her day at work was. She was ready to just unload on him about all the frustrations, but she realized that he had just gotten off from work, too. “It was okay, we got a lot of stuff done, another long day in the studio… But it will be worth it… How was your work?” She let out a little purr, sending vibrations throughout her body and into the hand on her head. Her boyfriend gave her a look that showed that he didn’t believe her, “You’re wearing your comfy socks, I don’t think it was that good of a day at work… It’s never like that when you come home and wear those.” He chuckled. “But my day was good, I got us some fried chicken…” he gestured to the paper bag of food by the foot of the bed. “But we probably shouldn’t eat it in the bedroom.” He glanced at the paper bag that was full of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw to make sure that nothing was spilling out. Fried chicken grease had the tendency to tear paper bags, no matter how thick they were. Despite only having been in the room for a minute or so, the smell of fried chicken was starting to fill the air around them.

Alex looked to the area where he gestured and her nose wiggled as she picked up the scent of fresh buttermilk fried chicken. She leaned against her boyfriend, putting the majority of her body weight against him and causing him to lose his footing a tad. He didn’t mind at all and just wrapped his big and strong arms around her as his back landed on the bed.

“I’m not really hungry yet, though…” Alex looked up at her boyfriend and into his eyes. Her cheeks smooshed against his chest. Her boyfriend continued to stroke her head but raised his brows at her when she said she wasn’t hungry yet. After a long day at work like that? How could she turn down fried chicken? “Oh? Do you want me to put it away for later?” he asked, brows still raised.

“It’s fine, you can leave it there. We can eat it after!” the tigress cooed. Alex’s boyfriend’s hand stopped petting her and he furrowed his brow at her. “After we do what? The chicken won’t be good if we leave it out too long.” He chuckled and continued to pet her.

Alex pressed her head into the hand that continued to provide her with affection. She even rubbed those big teeth of hers against it. “Can we… Do it?” Alex waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively as she spoke. “We haven’t done it in a while, and I’m… Really horny…”

Her boyfriend’s eyes widened when he heard her say that she wanted to fuck. Hearing her say that she was horny never ceased to be able to get him in the mood, too. Such was the case with most guys, really. He could feel his heart thumping fast in his chest as it raced to pump blood down to his groin. He blinked a few times and his hand stopped petting her and just rested against her head of hair again. He let his hand slide from the top of her head down to her back as he looked at her cute face that looked right back at him. “You’re not… At that time of the month, are you?” he asked, the tone of his voice showing a slight bit of concern. “If you are, that’s cool, too! Just asking in case we need a condom.” He chuckled and raised his left brow at her as he waited for her reply.

“Noooo, it’s not that time. It’s a safe day, we don’t need a condom. I like it when you cum inside, anyway…” Alex giggled and hid her face in his chest. Her tail waved and brushed up against the bed behind her, her boyfriend was never able to tell what her tail movements meant. Some days it’d be waving around all over the place, some days it would be still, and occasionally he’d catch her with her tail all big and bushy. Maybe he ought to read that feline body language book he picked up from the book store but never got started on.