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Cheetah's Ramblings: Hello darlings. After a week of chasing and failed hunts, Cheetahs managed to catch a new prey for you to enjoy. It is an unusual looking beast born from a humorous mood, shameless wit, and personal writing experience. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did. Believe me, I had lots of laughs and giggles while writing this. Also, please read the notice at the end. It's important.

Cream spun, whined and jumped on Alex as soon as he slithered past the door.

"Ok ok easy," he whined. A scratch on the head pleased the bitch not one bit. Her paws were all over his jeans, her jaws clamped steadfastly around his fingers. And all the while Alex muttered irrelevant words as he smiled like an idiot.

"Later. We'll play later. Just let go."

Nope. She now rolled at his feet, belly exposed while she huffed. Now or never!

Alex darted past her, then wriggled into the living room before slamming the door in front of Cream's cute face. She clawed at it right away, singing her symphony of barks and whimpers and claws upon wood. The most jarring cacophony ever.

Alex threw his backpack into the only empty corner he found and stripped, reveling in the feeling of cold air upon his sweat drenched body. Once his breath recovered from the intensive stair climbing daily because the elevator was broke exercise, he tossed on some house clothing. This time, it was some tattered pants and an ugly shirt with a faded tiger. Once dressed, Alex grabbed a snickers bar from a drawer and crashed into his desk chair.

He turned on the PC.

Those bastards had a whole night to read 'Just her and Mr. Bitey.' Reviews were due for the newest chapter, and Alex seethed and fret on his chair while he opened Mozilla-which took two minutes on his crappy computer--went to favorites, scribes with vibes, his story, five paragraphs comment after a bunch of worthless ones.

"Damn my ass," Alex said. A shiver went through him. That gargantuan thing made his stomach churn with apprehension. Read it? No. He barely saw the words before he averted his gaze from the screen. What if it was a bad one? A very bad one? Like the one before the worst writer's block ever?

Can't be that bad, he thought. People seldom write elaborate critiques for bad stories. His was big. Big means good. Every law that involved size confirmed this theory. Screw fear.

Yet when eyes fell upon the critique, words such as 'convoluted', 'unconvincing', and 'Weak plot and characters' came into sight. Of all the...

"My ass be fucked." He scrolled to the next paragraph. Poor characterization, very little tension between characters, flimsy internal conflict.

"Damn, it can't--" Alex bit his lip at this point, and no amount of rolling idle curls brought needed relief. Another paragraph, another sentence with "Bad, irrelevant, unnecessary" in it. Same for the next. And for the last too. Fuck this.

Sweat poured from every pore on his skin as Alex leaned back in his chair. A whole week!Seven thousand words! Four freaking draft!!!

And a huge negative critique as a reward.

"Fuck this," he said, taking a deep breath. Overreacting much? It was the bloody internet. Full of trolls and haters. Skimming through comments was hardly reasonable. Besides, he craved for this. Throughout those dull classes, and the ride home. And now, when faced with THE moment, he fidgeted like a virgin writer.

He scrolled down to reveal the first comment. It said "Good story. I want to find out what happens next." Classic. At least it made him smile, bad and sweet as it was.

"The description tends to become tedious at times, but the characters were ok. Not much happened though," Alex read the second comment. Both good and bad. At least it was short. Same for the next four. The last though...

A lump formed in his throat at the third, that huge pile of mental torture. He sighed, began...

Then ignored the last bit as he began typing a reply with enraged frenzy. That arrogant brat. Convoluted plot? It was only a chapter! The idiot probably picked off the word from a thesaurus to sound pretentious. Cardboard characters? Read more, you bastard. Fucking hell. The story had but three chapters, yet fuckheads like Paws_so_soft324 bashed it relentlessly without even seeing the bigger picture.

His defensive post written, Alex stormed out of the room. His jaws hurt from the pressure applied during writing, and his pride even more so from the undeserved metaphorical ramming.

"FUCK THIS!"

Cream picked up his rage right away and resumed her quest to claw the door to pieces. Fuck her too. Stupid, annoying bitch.

Alex devoured the snickers bar in three bites on the way to the bathroom. Of course the water was cold. Of course he had to wait until it turned hot for a proper shower. Until it did, Alex paced around, his fists tight as he chewed on a lip.

It took a month to plan that shity novel. A month of wasted free time to write five hundred words per three hours. Only to be disappointed time and time again with the results.

"I also skipped yesterday's World of Warcraft raid," he mumbled. The Lei Shen trinket dropped, of course, while he wasn't there.

That lone thought sealed the deal. Novels sucked, and his was on top of the ass ramming list. He'd never make money out of it. Nor did he want to. Better wash McDonald's floors than cope with all those negative critiques.

While in the shower, his mind ran through the pathetic day he had to the uselessness of his existence, and lastly to porn stories. Stories with animals.

"Crazy shit, that. Jake's both homo and furry. I mean, what the fuck." His best friend. His only friend...

...was nothing but a freak. Good riddance from Skype, and for his parents too. Alex heard nothing about Jake after he had been kicked out. Nor did he care to.

As he scrubbed himself, his thoughts ran to Jake's kinky site, and to the stories posted on it. That tiger story was so good. The way the quenched the female's need for cock inside her...

Vivid pictures found his mind just as his hand found his hard, throbbing cock. He began to stroke it as the warm water touched his belly and the exposed head, washing away this wan place of existence. He was there, with the tigers now. No--he was the tiger, pushing inside the female, past the soaked, swollen lips. Her insides shivered and tightened around him, like a lover's passionate embrace. She growled then, her pitch harsher and her embrace tighter with each stroke. Faster, faster! So warm and moist!

Alex pressed his teeth together just as his loins tensed. He growled between clenched teeth, pushing his member just as the first spear of seed erupted from the bulged tip. Alex squeezed his eyes, muscles trembling with elation. His seed shot deep into the female's clenched cunt. He was filling her. He was...

With the end of release came the harsh reality. Alex opened his eyes, breathing heavily. He was in the shower cabin, an eighteen years old student with no physical friends, poor writing skills, no income save from begging from parents, and with a flaccid cock in his semen coated hand--or his lover. It was the same, and it didn't matter anyway. The tigress he fucked a minute ago was amazing, and so was the tight she-wolf from yesterday, with her pink, swollen clit.

Alex stepped out of the shower cabin with a smile and a rumbling stomach.

"So that site has commissions too, eh? Interesting." He picked a towel from a nearby rack. "Very interesting."

It was a small income, but still an income. And people actually earned money this way! They earned money from writing hot stories such as the one with the tigers. A few arousing stories for people that masturbated in the shower provided a good start. Fans would clutter to them like fleas to a dog, and from then on, a train of commissions...

Alex chuckled at the thought. As his senses returned, he realized he still clutched the towel and never did anything with it. Fine! Drying first, a meal after, and then porn stories.

The idea making a living out of such ridiculous fare became even more tempting as the eggs and fries sizzled in the frying pan. When the lousy meal was ready, Alex spilled the contents onto a platter and tore into it. One mouthful at a time. Anything to get his itchy fingers onto the keyboard faster.

"Should ask one of the freaks first," he muttered. "They know how commissions work." What sorts of stories are sought out the most, which characters, which settings. Yes. Proper research is the basis of all things.

With that matter settled, Alex stuffed in the last remnants of his meal and stormed through the corridor, through the living room, and through the door to his room before dropping into his chair. Password, logging in--

The yowl came just when Mozilla loaded. Mellow but sharp, it was the worst sound ever. That damned bitch! Alex didn't even twitch a finger as Cream rounded him in a whirl of whimpers and licking. Good thing the storm stopped when dried food filled her bowl.

Finally! The evening was his. No more interruptions. Ever!

And so Alex's quest began with an ass-licking themed short-story-sized private message to the Tigers story guy. Tigers_squishy_paw_pads. Gods. What a stupid name. At least that beast successfully landed in his mail, waiting for words of gratitude and advice in return for all that praise.

Forum threads loaded with writing tips followed. Most offered nothing, and only confirmed what Alex already knew: keep it realistic, make it hot, less is more, more is better, and other unimportant crap. A sigh escaped Alex as he sprawled in his chair, his back stiff from wasted energy. Bloody idiots. Could have as well put a title in caps called "USE YOUR COMMON SENSE!"

At least a private message arrived from Tigerssquishypawpads. It confirmed Alex's confirmation.

"Fucking shit piss laden dung this is!" Alex's palms were all over his face, then in his hair, then scratching absent-mindedly at the stubble of his chin. Okay. Calm down. Read again.

A second incredulous glance at the private message revealed more. A line that Alex skipped. A line that--

"BAHAHAHAHA," Alex bellowed. The chair creaked dangerously as he smashed his back against it, his arms coiled around his aching stomach.

"Wha...whatta....whatta fack dude," Alex manage through panted breaths. This dude! This fucking perverted shit pleasured animals! All for a more authentic story! What a sick fuck, God be good.

"They wan--want th' real deahahahal dude!" Alex drawled, wheezing with laughter. "Not animals posing as humans." That was the last line of the private message. The last bit of perverted freaking wisdom.

When Alex' mirth subsided, so did his doubt. Wait a second. The people here, these horny fucks...it was what they wanted. What they expected to read, and pay for such privilege. And that was what Alex was going to feed them.

For the first story, he chose tigers as his protagonists. Placed in a post apocalyptic setting, the character chatted with their minds, mated more than any big cat had the right to, and went through exciting encounters with a local pack of frenzied wolves. Then they fought some more for dominance over each other's territories, bested the wolves, mated again, licked the blood off their paws, the end.

Vermilion swaths of light poured from Alex' window when he posted the edited story for some virgin's sexual solace. And he was stiff from all that writing. So stiff. Almost as stiff as his member, which made getting up both hard and awkward.

Alex stifled a groan as he stretched until his bones popped. Contentment warmed him like an ephemeral blanket, begging to be shared with his only companion to which Alex practically dashed.

"I did it bitch! Your useless human wrote a story that would send you into heat instantly."

Cream panted under Alex' pleasant treatment. He ruffled her exposed fluffy belly with a hand while the other poked her snapping jaws tantalizingly. She got annoyed, and she rolled on her belly to catch the troublesome fingers. Alex clutched her neck in a tight grip instead.

"Kiss me sweet, honey."

Cream's tail swished furiously as her tongue explored Alex' face. Its warmth and damp texture brought shivers down Alex' spine. It felt so good. That moisture, that caressing touch. Mmm...

Then his cock throbbed once.

"Whoa." Alex almost chocked on the word. He pushed Cream away, then rushed outside to trap her into the corridor. The bitch protested in her whiny way, but for the first time, the jarring sounds provided much needed distraction from that hard, painful erection.

What the hell was going on? He wasn't aroused by his own dog...was he? Yet the pulsing stiffness within his underwear begged to differ.

Don't think of it, don't think of it, Alex repeated in his mind. Don't think of that moist tongue sliding across cheeks. Don't think of her paws latching onto you, of her whine, of her milk colored belly, of her clit... Her what?

Alex's jaws clamped hard against each other. "That's it," he said as he stormed into Cream's corridor. "We're going out."

Cream spun around him, panting with anticipation as her tail swished from side to side. Alex grabbed her harness from a rack, then clutched her nape to hold her still while he fastened the leather straps. Cream froze, like she always did, her tail flat against her pink mound.

"Oh fuck this," Alex said through a groan. That wolf porn. It had to be it, messing up with his mind and stirring his curiosity.

Alex shrugged, swallowed to wet his parched throat, and breathed in deeply. His perverted thoughts wouldn't go away, nor the erection. Might as well quench the lust and be done with it.

He picked Cream's chin and scratched softly. "My girl. My lovely girl. You wouldn't mind my bold, little finger, right?" His other hand already reached past her rump to pull the tail aside. "It's just a touch. A soft, soft touch," he murmured.

He barely heard his words over the thumps of his heart. Cream too was deaf to them, courtesy of his treatment. Alex reached with two fingers towards her clit...

And gasped as his cock jolted inside its cloth prison. Cream was wet. So hot, and so wet. His index finger practically slid inside her. It was then when Cream craned her head, her tongue lashing out to lick away the slime from his finger. Once done, she raised her head to match his gaze, a low whimper vibrating in her throat.

"I know." Alex gave her a firm pat on the head. "Enough weirdness for today. Let's go."

When he returned home, Cream retreated under the kitchen table for a nap. As she should, after all that running and panting. Alex' own legs trembled in protest. After he replaced his shoes for slippers, he poured himself two glasses of water. One for thirst, one for hunger, before dashing to his PC. Screw Cream, her wet pussy and his erection. It was the story he had been thinking about for one painful hour, and most importantly, its reviews. And Windows loaded so hard!

"Come on you assholes," he said over the thumps of his foot. "Show me what you got."

It finally loaded. Good. Site, his account profile, the story--

"What the..." Alex's eyes widened with disbelief as he scrunched into his chair. Only two stars? Screw that. Trolls did that all the time. What drew his attention was the number 'three' near comments. So few? Other stories received far more!

Oh well... Might as well get on with it. Alex glanced at each of them first. Long. Constructive, perhaps, or full of praise. But no paragraph began with the usual 'I like" formula, and no words such as "Love, amazing, outstanding or even fucking awesome" existed. All these critiques had...

"You gotta be fucking kidding. Negative? ALL OF THEM?!"

Cream responded to his yell in kind, with a yowl of her own. Fucking great. Now that bitch was up too. Couldn't get any better.

"Fuck this shit," Alex spat. He slammed his back against his char and covered his face with his palms. His temples throbbed, and every vein in his body bulged with unspent anger. A stifled scream tore at the back of his throat, pleading for release. Alex merely coughed, bit his lip, sighed, and began reading.

"Dear author, your setting gripped me instantly, as did the plot. It's very imaginative." That was all the good stuff in that post. The rest went on shooting down his characters for being unrealistic, for having a fair number of human traits, for the poor relationship between them. Then he proceeded to rend and tear Alex' sex scenes. Anticlimactic, he said. Too many.

Too many?

"To fuck with that!" Alex slammed the mouse against the pad. It rocked a bit, then fell on the side.

Alex rose before his clenched fist did something irrational. Pacing. That's what he needed. No shity reviews. Just pacing.

As he paced, questions started to whirl in his mind. Too many sex scenes? What the fuck did that guy babble about? Weren't these people supposed to love sex? To drool for it? What a fucked up bunch.

"It's...It's true, isn't it?" Alex said through a cackle. "These guys. They write crap because they don't know how else to review a story."

That was a good one. Maybe the next review was equally hilarious.

The neighbor downstairs had to call during the middle of the review to stop his yelling, and even then, curses flowed rampantly. Seriously, what the hell was this guy's problem? He wasn't overly protective of Tigerssquishypawpads' stories, but dared call it plagiarism. What a cock sucker! He didn't only blow good authors, he offered his ass to them too! Everything was just a blatant attack to a newly registered author. Envious fucks, all of them.

"Okay, last one of them," Alex said out loud. Talking kept him from fuming and reaching one hundred degrees Celsius. "Two paragraphs. Constructive, by the looks of it, with a tint of insult according to the short fragment at the end. Let's begin."

He took a deep breath first. "I'm not sure what to make of this story. Two tigers that share a common enemy meet and fall for each other despite the precautious nature of either of them. I like stories like that start with survival in mind and gain weight with each scene. However, I find it too contrived for my tastes. The characters have no real basis for their actions outside of plot purpose and sex. Outside the mating--which is so bad I won't even get into detail--nothing really happens. There's no sudden threat, no internal conflict, nothing. P.S: Are you a virgin, by the way? THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER, YOU STUPID SHIT!"

It took several stories to smother Alex' temper. They didn't, really. They just made him too hard and too horny to care about anger. He released into his water glass during the third story, the tale of a knight and his loyal mare. Some of the other reviewers were even bolder. One even asked for tips on how to get intimate with his own mare!

To sum it up, the first story had big cats, the second dolphins, the fourth bears, the last dogs. They had little in common, except for an excellent grasp on imagery--the hot kind, mainly. The more Alex read, the more his eyelids drooped, and the truer Tigerssquishypawpads' advice rang. These people--they knew so much! How a horse behaved during hand stimulation, how its orgasm felt for the culprit, how--if any--liquid oozed, its consistency and volume. The sheer amount of details baffled Alex. It baffled him to the point where he went to Cream.

"Howdy, little girl?" He said to her emerging form. Her soft, warm colored fur glistened after the bath he administered to her earlier. Perked, stiff ears demanded to be rubbed, and so did her persistent muzzle. To hell with the prelude.

Alex turned her belly up and cupped her clit between two fingers. He gulped. Cream too licked her muzzle.

"Here we go..." he said before inserting his index inside her.

Her insides tightened around him like a lover's embrace, quivering against his touch. The more he delved in, the more they amplified, until Cream's hind paws shook heavily.

"Wh--whoa," Alex chortled as he fled her slimy folds. His heart thundered in his chest as a film of sweat coated his brow. Did Cream really enjoy this? She stared at him with her usual blank expression. No. Her answer couldn't be read in her eyes, but in her clit. It shivered, ever so slightly.

What the fuck am I doing? Alex thought. The doggy story he read had the main character rub the bitch's lips gently, insert slightly, pull out, then go in again while applying ever more pressure on her soft, velvety insides.

Alex did the same. Cream's paws tensed again, and after a few strokes, her insides crumbled around Alex's finger in an avalanche of slime and shaking. A trail of translucent liquid seeped out from her lips, the same that coated Alex' finger. He couldn't even feel its consistency, as her muzzle and tongue replaced the same area where his bold hand was a moment ago. And the way she licked at it! With such abandon!

Alex laughed heartily. She came! And he didn't even delve that deep. Hell, the bitch climaxed faster than he did and with far less effort involved.

"I'll go to hell for this," Alex whispered to himself, a broad smile etched on his face. "But not before writing one hell of a story."

So how's that for a quick adventure? Make sure to tell me in the comments! As I've said many times before, nothing pleases me more than reading your opinion. Comments are an author's candies. The more you feed 'em, the happier they are. And happy authors write more and better stories! Shameless begging aside, I will continue this story if the interest is high enough. With a few plans here and there and a bit of time, I can continue Alex's adventures...

...but only if you guys want me to. The power is YOURS!

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