What Is Going On?
A Tony the Tiger fan story. There is a adult sequel to this...
Tony the Tiger groans sunlight comes through the open binds, waking up from his slumber. "Morning already?" He hissed as he rolled off out of bed the grabbed his robe to cover himself then walked through his home to the front door. Unlocking it, he opened it and walked out to the mailbox to get the newspaper; yes he was old fashion and still read the paper in the morning.
At the mailbox, he grabbed the newspaper then headed back toward the house. But on his way back, he heard someone whistle and he looked around to find his neighbor looking at him with what seems to be hungry eyes. Tony brushed the action off but found it weird and continued inside.
The odd action from his neighbor was in the back of his mind, still finding it weird. So he shook his head to get rid of his thoughts and went back to his room and removed his robe and hung it up then walked to the kitchen, but not before he thought he heard snap of something like a camera.
Shaking those thoughts away he moved into the kitchen and opened the cereal cupboard, a cupboard with only cereal, and pulled out an opened box of Frosted Flakes. Which was the only cereal in the whole house, not only because he gets a lifetime supply because he's the mascot but because that's the only cereal he can stand eating?
Grabbing a bowl for a nearby cupboard, he starts to pour the cereal into the bowl. Once the bowl was filled with a healthy amount of cereal he pushed the air out of the packaging and closed the box and put it back into its cupboard. Tony then moved toward the fridge, taking the bowl of cereal with him, and opens it and grabbed the milk and poured it into the bowl, finishing the gallon.
"Fuck." Tony cursed as the jug emptied and his bowled filled to the brim. "Guess I have to make a run to the store today."
Tony wasn't pleased he had to run to the store, he didn't plan to go and he didn't want to go. But he needed milk, he always eats cereal when he woke up and no milk was not an option. Sighing, Tony grabs his bowl and walks to his laptop in the living room and turns it on, sitting on the couch where it sat.
While he waited for his computer to boot itself up, having been woken from its own sleep, Tony grabs his spoon and dips it into the bowl and pulled up a spoonful of flakes and milk and put the spoon into his mouth. After chewing and swallow he called out "They're Grrrrreat!", almost involuntary and on instinct.
A minute later his computer was finally bottomed up and running, so with a hand he typed his password to get into it then proceeded to run Google Chrome, the browser of choice. Giving the browser a few moments to run, he ate a few more spoonful of cereal. The browser running he moved the mouse to go to email and signed into his account and waited again for his email to pop up.
Giving the email a second he stood and walked to the kitchen finishing off the bowl of cereal and drank down the milk. Once the bowl was empty he placed it into the sink and ran some water into it.
Walking back to the living room he sat back on the couch and pulled the laptop over his exposed groin, as he leaned to grab the computer he thought he heard a click again but shook the thoughts away.
Settled into the couch, Tony looked through his email seeing he had hundred-plus unread emails.
"What the hell?" Tony asked no one, staring at all the emails before him. Tony has received fan mail and business mail but both come in strides and both as been dry recently but all these emails seem to be fan mail of sorts.
Tony reluctantly look at every single email and each email had a common subject, how sexy or hot he was. Again, he had received fan mail before even fan mail like this but this just screamed weirdness.
It's been a good hour and a half of reading all his fan mail and he sat there for another half hour thinking about how weird this is and how weird the day has been so far and it wasn't even noon yet for crying out loud!
Figuring it high time to get around and out of the house to clear his mind and get groceries, Tony pushed himself off the couch and walked to the bedroom. He again thought he heard a click as he walked in, but how the day was going he pushed it aside again.
In his bedroom, he walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts. Sure he can be shirtless in public, but he doesn't want to be arrested for indecent exposure for not wearing pants. Pulling his shorts on and zipping up, he grabs his wallet and fixed his scarf on his neck then made his way out the front door, locking it behind him before walking to his car.
On his way to his car he can see and feel his other neighbor staring at him, as if wanting me with his eyes. Top it all off that for what he knows that neighbor was straight, why would he be eying him?
Tony sighed and tried to push that scene aside though it was hard, this day was getting weirder and weirder, and got into his car drove into town.
As he drove through town to the store, he sees people look at him different than usual and make it worse most of the people were men. "This is going to be a long day, what is going on here?" Tony asked himself.
Pulling into a parking spot, luckily near the entrance, Tony parked and got out of the car and into the building. Surprisingly he wasn't weirded out as he went inside, but he only got inside. Inside he pulled a cart from it's rack and pushed it to the first aisle. Though his goal was milk, he might as well go through the store and see what he needs as he goes through and get milk as he heads to the check out.
Aisle by aisle his cart gets filled slowly, finding things he needs for home or things he wants to try. He was here for milk and he was going to be filled to the brim before he gets there at this rate. While he walked each aisle he felt eyes on him again and he swore he heard clicks and seen flashes, but when he looked back no one looked at him and no one had a phone at his direction. Sighing at the feelings he continues on and grabs the milk in the refrigerated aisle, along with a few other cold items, and made his way to the check out.
"Fuck" Tony cursed under his breath as he pulled his cart to the only open register who was manned by a twink who happen to eyeing him and not hiding it. "Let' get this over with..."
Tony stopped the cart by the conveyor belt and started to unload his items to be check out.
As the items came to the cashier, the cashier scanned and bagged them. "Find everything alright, sir?" the cashier asked, smiling too much for Tony's liking but he kept that to himself.
"Fine, though this is a lot more than milk. Ha." Tony teased.
"Yeah, that's what usually happens with most people." the cashier said, still scanning and bagging.
Tony put the bags into his cart. "I bet. I bet."
Conversation dropped as the cashier trying to hide his eying of Tony, though Tony knew he was staring.
Finally Tony's groceries were bagged and paid for and he made his way to his car. Though this time it wasn't uneventful like he went in, as he walked out he could hear whistles, clicks, and even some people came to him and slapped his ass. Luckily those who slapped him ran out of sight before he had a chance to get them. As he put his bags into the car, he couldn't help but let go of a growl. This was getting out of control and he has no idea what is going on.
Having his bags in his car, Tony got on side and pulled out of his parking space and speeded off home, pissed.
Tony pulled into his driveway, arriving home a little sooner than he should have. Having had been speeding through town and through a red light or two. Opening his door he grabbed a handful of bags then stalked toward the door, unlocking it and depositing the bags on the counter. Once those bags were set, he went back out and grabs another handful. This handful being the last, he shut the door and locks the door and went inside to unload the bag and out the items away.
Putting the groceries seem to help Tony calm down and in no time he was done and back to his old self. Once the groceries were away, he walked to the living room and sat on the couch where his laptop sat and turned it on from its sleep mode.
Just as the computer awoke Tony received a Skype video call with his friend and fellow mascot, Chip. He pressed the accept button then jumped and screamed at what he saw on his screen.
"Jesus Christ, Chip! Damn it! Why you have to do that every fucking time?" Tony yelled at his friend, angry again, who put his hard cock in front of the screen.
The wolf on the other side of the screen laughed, sitting down in his chair. "Sorry, Tony but it just doesn't stop getting funny."
"Whatever, wolf. Does that thing ever soften, it's hard every time you video call me. Can't you switch again use and have it soft for once?" Tony asked.
"Maybe, just for you. And it's hard this time because of you." Chip said through the screen.
"How is it my fault? I didn't do shit!" Tony said defending himself against his friend.
"Okay, true. You personally aren't the problem, just the subject."
Tony give a "confused as fuck" look. "What you mean?"
"I see you haven't seen this stuff yet... Have you been on Twitter in the last couple days?"
"No, I haven't been on there forever, had no reason too." Tony replied, curious now.
Chip smiles at his friend. "Go on there right now then search Hashtag Tony the Tiger then you will see what I mean."
"Okay..." Toy said, still confused but moved Chips video screen aside and pulled up the internet and went into his Twitter again and searched the hashtag he was told to search. After a good minute of looking through the tag result, he understood what was going on here. "Really? Why? I don't understand."
Chip seemed to pleasing himself somehow but when Tony spoke he snapped out of it and replied. "Yup, you have some new fans out there. Just because some fur wanted to draw you."
"Jeez. One person started this?"
"That's what it seems. He said he was going to draw you and ask for other to do so and they did. It seems like at least one write wants to write a story to go with it too."
Tony sighs and buries his face into his heads. "Why me? Why not you, Chip?"
"I don't know, maybe because you are a sexy tiger? And thanks, I don't want that kind of attention. I can do the occasional drawing but not a flood." Chip replied, smiling.
Tony happens to look up as Chip smiled. "Bitch."
"Now, now. Don't be like that and I believe last time you were the bitch." Chip retorted.
"Not what from I recall, maybe you should come over and we can settle this." Tony challenged.
"Is this a challenge I hear?"
"Maybe, get your ass over here and find out."
"Fine. I will be there in twenty." Chip said the ended the call.
Tony's mood seemed to change for the better now.
Adult sequel found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/765287