Tech-Tiger
#1 of Frizzled Furries
A closet-gay Jackal finds his wildest fantasies come true when a strange delivery turns up at his doorstep. ENJOY! M/M Yiffing
TECH-TIGER The Jackal sat at his desk starring blankly at a loading computer screen. As the computer went through its usual start-up procedures, he looked back to his bed, which was directly behind him. His apartment sure was small. "Why did I even wake up today?" He whimpered to himself as a tear developed at the corner of his eye. Why? Such a simple question, created from not so simple, complex problems. Like why was he born with indifferences, why could he not be like the other wolves and canine alike who howl at any thing with two breasts? Was he born with it, or did that rhino mess up his brains when he head butted him into the swings in first grade. Suddenly he found himself deep in thought as the tears became heavier. He closed his eyes trying to stop himself from crying when, suddenly, the familiar melody played telling him his computer was successfully loaded. With a paw-finger he wiped his eyes dry, only to find them grow moist again at the sight of his desktop background. It was James, in all his muscle and glory standing there with his arm around the Jackal. They were both shirtless and in swimming trunks at the beach. He was a lot taller. With the sun beginning to set, it would look like a perfectly romantic scene. Well it would have been, if James didn't have a girlfriend, or if James wasn't so...straight. He sat there studying James body, he looked at his well formed abs, and how they rolled so nicely over his tiger chest. His legs and arms, were carved to perfection, he was such an athlete. He would always brag when they were younger about how Feline Vocational Institution and how it always managed to beat Canine High at everything. His eyes began to drop. Sometimes, at the right angle, in the right light, you could sort of, maybe, see his bulge through his semi-tight swimming trunks. As his burning retinas stared at the background he felt a tingle through his body. He had been pawing off this whole time! He looked down, his hand hide under his boxers, tightly gripped around his swollen member. Suddenly he liked the idea of pawing off--to his best friend--Who he could never be with--pawing off seemed to have no purpose now. Besides, who would want to be with him? He gazed at himself with disgust, his fur was a disgusting light tan color with brown mixed in at spots, he was too short, his muzzle was to long, he lacked little muscle, and evidently he had no abs only a rib cage. Besides, even at the right angle, in the right light, you still wouldn't be able to notice his despicable bulge. Suddenly his screensaver flashed on and he snapped back to reality. Bah! What if this whole gay thing was in his mind? He's probably only pretending to be gay. Maybe if he found the right girl this whole thing would blow over. He wiggled his mouse and his desktop came back. No, his friend wasn't attractive in any way. He just thought he was. Gee, everything is much easier with psychoanalysis. He moved his mouse and the cursor glided to highlight his favorite game, Sphinx Cell. It was your basic stealth and action game; kill some terrorists, hack into some computers, overall save the world from doom. He highlighted the icon and started it up, and opened his saved game. Loading, Operation Dessert Paw the screen said. In this mission he had to sneak into a secret bunker in Egypt and interrogate Captain Anubis. Easier said then done. There always was that one guard who pulled the alarm. "Alright King Fisher we've got a problem here, it seems the radar has failed, and we have limited communications available for you..." H.Q. said through an ear piece in Sphinx Cell's ear. "I'll be fine; this is a simple in and out." Sphinx Cell said, "Right?" "I hope so." Just before he was able to get himself going on this mission there was a knock on the door. It's still early in the morning, who would be visiting him. He pushed down ESC on the keyboard, pausing the game. KNOCK, KNOCK! "Just a minute! Hold your bloody horses!" The Jackal yelled out getting up to put a house robe on. "Eh! We equines take offense to that term. Watch your lip, mate, or I'll buck you in the face." The visitor yelled from the other side of the door. "No thanks, I'm not interested in males." There was a long silence. "Buck, mate, I said Buck." He opened the door to see a tall and handsome equine in a light brown delivery boy uniform. "Got a package for you, sign here, and here," "What? Who's this from?" The Jackal said examining a box a head taller than him. "Dunno, would you just sign? I got a lot of work to do." He said, crossing his arms over. Suddenly the Jackal's eyes dropped and he noticed the horses pants were a bit too tight. His grand glory was visible through the uniform, "Uh you sure you don't want to come in for a bit?" "Thought you weren't interested in men, mate." "What? No? Huh?" The Jackal mumbled mollified. "No, you just look cold that's all." "Sure, what ever, would you just sign the damn thing?" "Yea... Ok, but I wasn't trying to suggest anything." The Jackal signed the paper and the delivery boy wheeled in the box. "You got a crowbar?" "Here" The Horse said handing over a curved metal bar. The Jackal took the crowbar between the walls of the box and began to heave. Nothing happened. "Here let me do it." The Horse grabbed the crowbar and without ease he ripped open the box. "Anyways, I got to go, good luck with the men!" "Buck off!" The Jackal yelled at the Horse as he walked down the hallway. The Horse lifted up his middle finger, and the Jackal slammed the door. "Ass!" He knew that wasn't true, he clearly was a horse, but he felt it was an effective insult anyways. It doesn't even matter; he's just some dumb horse. What does he know about his sexual preferences? Taking off his house robe, his eyes jolted to the open box, and his heart began to pump like a young pup during Christmas. What could be in it? He peered inside the box, and standing before him was a robot!? The Jackal could hardly believe it! Who would send him a robot, since when had robotic technology developed this far, how much did this cost? As these questions raced around he felt like a pup on a pixie stick. But could you blame him. It was a robot after all. Standing before him was a silver metal tiger; its fake robot abs looked finely sculptured as were its muscles. His one nipple was RED and said ON, on it and his other nipple was blue with OFF, on it. He was quite tall and handsome-well as beautiful as a robot could be. Actually, he looked a lot like James (except for the button nipples). Did somebody know he had a crush on James? Well they would be wrong because he didn't have a crush on James, and he defiantly was attracted to girls. But still... He moved his finger to turn on the robot but before he pressed the red nipple his eyes opened. "Greetings. I am tiger-bot. How may I serve you?" The tiger said in a robotic voice. "Serve me? What exactly do you do?" The Jackal said examining the magnificent shiny piece of metal before him. "I am a pleasure-bot, meant to serve my master in any sexual desires." "Pleasure bot? I like men, I mean WO-men, err- I have no use for a male pleasure tiger-bot. Sorry, but, it's the way I am." "Very well master, I shall wait here for your orders." "Ok." Why couldn't he just do it? I mean, it's a robot, who would know. He turned away and walked back to the computer. He couldn't do it because he liked girls. And it would go against his nature to sleep with a male, robotic, or natural. He went back to his computer, pressed ESC, and continued with his game from before. This mission started outside, 2 guards in front of him, easy; just pop them in the head, silent and deadly. However he didn't notice the other guard off to the left, and soon he was popped in the head as well. "Oh fuck this!" He screamed in frustration, video games always brought the worst out of him. "Fuck what master?" The robot said grabbing the band of his robotic underwear. "What? No nothing. Continue to stand there!" The Jackal said, this robot is very sensitive, he thought. "Alright, master." He restarted the level, this time being careful to kill all three guards. As he walked past the three dead bodies he came up to a mine. Clearly the entrance to the bunker, but as he walked in, he didn't notice the "Repel" icon that appeared on the bottom of his screen. Telling him that he best repel in this very area, due to a deep drop ahead. So, naturally he continued to walk forward and fell right off the edge down to his bloody doom. "Oh fuck me!" He really shouldn't play this game; the anger always gets the best of him. "As you wish master!" OOPS! The robot! The robot pulled down his robotic underwear exposing his massive package: two shiny balls with a rock hard baton rising out from it. This model sure was realistic. "No, No! Uh, stop! Just stand there." He found his words losing their structure at the sight of the artificial genitalia. It sure was impressive, even for a robot. If he was gay he would be all over that robot. But he wasn't, so he was not going to. He continued with his game but found himself dead, due to a miss fire while eradicating the three guards. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Oh no! He really should learn to control his anger. "As you wish master." The robot came up behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders. Gently gripping the shoulders, his metal hands didn't feel cold, rather it felt quite warm. He felt comforted with the naked robot standing behind him. His strong hand on his shoulder soothed him almost. The Jackal stood up. What was he doing? "I'm not gay! Sit back down." Yet, something compelled him to pleasure himself with this robot. "What do you wish for me to do to you master?" The robot stood there, his baton and silver metal balls displayed freely in front of him. "Suck me." The words just flowed out his mouth, although he didn't want them to, and soon the mechanical tiger lowered his body and grabbed the waist band of his boxers. He pulled them down slowly, giving him much time to reconsider. Why was he doing this? It's a robot! A representative male robot! If he let the robot do this he would be a gay robo-phile! But before he had a chance to speak up his boxers were already down at his ankles and his member spearing forth. Never before had he been this hard. Maybe, he wasn't that weakly equipped after all. The robot took his tiger-ish muzzle and moved it over his raging erection. He held it in his mouth for a bit, massaging up and down the shaft with his tongue. The Jackal couldn't help but let out a moan as the tiger licked, teased and played with his shaft. The robot then began to hungrily pull the member in and out of his mouth as he tickled the balls of the Jackal. This robot was well programmed! As the robot picked up his pace, the Jackal felt the orgasm coming. Shivers rippled over his body, he knew if he wanted this to last longer he better--better try and stop this robot. "Robot, stop!" The jackal yelled out trying to hold back the build up he could feel coming out of him. "What's wrong master?" The robot said standing back up. "Nothing, this is great. But I'm not gay. I can't do this." The Jackal said getting a grip of himself. He felt quite proud that he could hold himself so well, however his erection was losing size, and he was reminded of his small package. "Master, may I make a suggestive comment?" The robot inquired. "Yes you may." The Jackal said, panting. At those words the robot pushed himself against the Jackal and the Jackal fell to the floor on his back. The robot then kissed the jackal, his inside of his mouth tasting like his own pre-cum. Although he knew it didn't taste good, he let himself to believe that it was delicious. The taste of robo-tiger and himself moving back and forth between the two muzzles soon got him aroused. He could feel his manliness pushing against the body of the robot on top of him. He sure was good at pretending. The robo tiger then broke the kiss, his legs strategically placed against the Jackals scrawny stomach. His tail hole and tale positioned right in front of the Jackals recovered erection. "What now master?" The robo tiger said standing up, his well grown baton pointing towards the Jackal's face. "Uhh..." What to do? He could do anything he wanted to this robot. If only he was gay. Suddenly, as though reading deep into his subconscious, the robot grabbed the jackal's penis and began crowning his own ass. Almost by instinct the Jackal licked his fingers and moistened the ass of the robot, lubing it up for penetration. The robo-tiger then grabbed the shaft and guided it into his ass. The Jackal leaned his head back and gasped as the robo-tiger's rump closed in tight around his member. Holding it, and warming it. The tiger began to pump his body up and down and to the Jackal's amazement it was thrilling. His penis was quick to the shot, and soon he felt the build up only this time twice as powerful. Could he hold it back this time? The tiger-robot kept pumping himself on the jackal; he was so tight, so strong on his spear. He couldn't hold it in, and soon a shock danced over his body causing him to explode into the fake ass of the robot. The Jackal immediately fell asleep afterwards with the robot collapsed on top of him. A couple of hours later he woke up with the robot cuddling his body except something was different. His sliver coating was now orange and instead of having a slick sheet of metal covering its body there was fur. The Jackal's own fur had turned metal silver as well. Feeling it he realized it was paint. What was going on? Suddenly the robot tiger stood up and the Jackal's heart danced. "Good morning, master. Did you sleep well?" James Laughed, standing there in all his muscle and glory.