Brunettes and Butt Stuff (Patreon)

Acino enjoyed many things; fast cars, detective movies, and brunettes were just a few of his plethora of interests. When he wasn’t cheering for his favorite Formula One driver racing the Grand Prix, he was watching the latest detective thriller on his TV and trying his best to figure out the case before the detective in the movie did. He was able to outsmart most movie detectives as he had a keen eye for small hints and details that the filmmakers left for movie buffs just like him. Move over Robert Downey Jr. as Sherlock Holmes, there was a new detective in town.

Whenever he wasn’t outsmarting the likes of Holmes and Poirot, he was daydreaming about brunettes. There was something about brown hair that was so attractive to a blonde cheetah like him, and there was one particular brunette in his life that he found himself swooning over every time he saw her. Even if it was the slightest glimpse of her driving by him in her bright yellow Honda S2000 with the top down and Tove Lo music blasting out of its speakers; the way she pulled her sunglasses down, looked at him, and winked made him purr and stare for so long that he forgot that the reason why she drove past him was because the light at the intersection that they were both waiting at had already turned green. He was a little too busy staring into her green eyes (another thing that he enjoyed) that it completely slipped his mind.

‘BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!’

“C’mon, the light is GREEN!” the person in the car behind Acino unfortunately had the patience of a woman named Karen wondering why the cops weren’t arresting the kids selling lemonade on “her” cul-de-sac. Startled, Acino bounced in his seat, put the pedal to the metal, and zoomed across the intersection at just under the suburban speed limit. It took him a good five seconds to come to his senses and pull back on the pedal to slow down. He chuckled as he turned onto his street and debated whether or not it would have been worth it to get a speeding ticket over his infatuation with that tigress. No matter how long he thought about it, or how high the fine was in this imaginary scenario, he always ended up at the same conclusion; worth it.

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“You haven’t played L.A. Noir? I thought you were a Rockstar Games fan? How are you a fan of if you haven’t played one of their BEST GAME EVER???” Acino turned to look at Alex with his brows raised and his mouth slightly agape; dumbfounded at the idea that anyone who claimed to be a fan of the studio would skip out on a game that was, in his humble opinion, the best out of them all.

The tigress, in her panties and loosely fitting tank top, shrugged her shoulders as she watched the title screen animation play on a loop. “I’m more of a GTA, Red Dead, or Bully person, those games were fire.”

Acino found it hard to focus whenever his tiger friend was so scantily dressed, but knowing her and where she came from, seeing her in her underwear was a lot kinder on his dick than if he had to deal with her walking around bottomless all the time. He tried his best not to look whenever he could, but it was hard, especially when the tiger chose to wear underwear with patterns on it. Today’s pattern was tangerines, which matched the color of the tigress’s fur pretty nicely. He couldn’t help it, his eyes darted down to the tigress’s crotch every now and again. And while it seemed like the tigress didn’t notice his quick glances, he knew that she did, because if he were in her position, with his bulgy boxers out, he’d notice every little glance in his direction, too. But he was in his usual shorts and button-up shirt, no bulged boxers for the tigress to look at.

Alex watched Acino as he played detective and gave her opinions here and there over which options he should choose for the suspect interrogation portions. She was enjoying being a backseat gamer, and it seemed that Acino was enjoying her input, too, even if her detective skills weren’t anywhere near as sharp as his and almost cost him an investigation or two. After a few hours of watching the cheetah play his game, Alex turned to look at him and smirked. The boy’s eyes were glued to the screen, his hands gripped tight on the controller, and his fingers hovering eagerly over the x, circle, triangle, and square buttons, waiting for the next dialogue choices to pop up. As he interrogated his murder suspect, he heard a little bit of shifting from Alex’s direction, but still, his eyes stayed on the screen.

The tiger scooched closer to the cheetah and placed a hand on his thigh, which finally made him peel his gaze away from the TV in front of them. He blindly pressed one of the symbolled buttons on his controller as he turned to look down at the orange hand on his thigh. He stared at her hand for a few seconds and watched as her nimble fingers gave him a squeeze. The squeeze sent the good kind of shivers up his spine and the fur on his thigh where she grabbed him stood up just enough to make him look noticeably fluffier. The sound of the video game character that he was in the process of interrogating shouting in anger filled the room, but all he could hear was his own heart beating in his chest, thumping so loud that it felt like someone was gently tapping their balled fist against his chest.

‘Thump, thump, thump.’

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It was very easy for a girl to tell when a guy liked them; they’d go out of their way to talk to the girl they liked, hang out with them, and often would treat them like one of their other guy friends. They’d get flustered whenever the girl they liked touched them, and every compliment from them would just make them gleam. Acino was like that, he hung out with the tiger a lot, even though she lived quite far away from him, he’d treat her like a bro, get all weird and flustered whenever she touched him even in the most platonic way, and whenever she said his hair looked nice, or that he had a very charming smile, he’d smile from ear-to-ear all day long. It was clear to her that he liked her, and he was in luck, because she was very fond of him, too.

The touch to his thigh was part of a scheme by Alex to get him to put the game down so that they could do something else instead, something that she had been wanting to do with the cheetah for a while now, and something she was sure he had been wanting to do for even longer. Not that she was accusing him of only wanting to get into her pants, but she would be incredibly surprised if he said no.

He did not.

Watching the tigress strip in front of him for the first time had the Acino sweating. His vision was so focused on her that he saw it all happen in slow motion. Her tank top peeled from her fur like the plastic screen protector on a brand-new iPhone. As she dropped her shirt to the floor and put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, the fur on Acino’s shoulders stood up and he felt his dick press against the elastic of his boxers and create a tent in his shorts. He felt his meat throb harder and harder the more his heart rate increased and it bounced around behind his two layers of fabric like a snake trying desperately to escape a burlap sack.

Alex’s tits bounced as bra fell from her chest to the floor, the tiger had average breasts, not too big and not too small. They were the perfect groping size, and just enough to give good titjobs with. A blessing not only for boob enjoyers everywhere but also for Alex’s back. Acino’s dick throbbed even harder in his pants as his heart pumped extra surges of blood to his dick when he saw her boobs pop out right in front of him.

Alex noticed the wobble and throbble in her cheetah friend’s pants and reached her hand over to place a couple of fingers on his bulge. She finger walked over his dick bridge until her fingers reached the waistband of his shorts. She looked down at her hand as it walked the plank of pleasure and looked up at him with an innocent smile on her lips while her hand fished for his disco stick. Her fingers slipped underneath both the waistband of his shorts and the boxers that he had on underneath, and she immediately felt a warmth that spread all over her palm, along with something slightly moist and fleshy. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and gently pulled it upward and out from its fabric prison. Once his dick flopped free of his shorts, Alex pushed his shorts down the rest of the way to let his balls breathe a little, too.

His dick and balls flopped free from his shorts in an almost cartoonish way, akin to a pirate ship’s plank after someone was forced to walk it. Thick, juicy, veiny, and uncut, Acino’s dick just so happened to be exactly to the tigress’s preference. Not only did it look appetizing, it smelled it, too. His musk was potent enough for Alex to be able to smell it as soon as his dick was out, but it wasn’t overpowering, as much as she wanted it to be. But they had been indoors playing video games for the most part of the day, there wasn’t a lot of sweat and stink to be had while being stationary and solving fictional Los Angeles crimes. Alex’s nose wiggled as she took in his scent, and after a few seconds of doing so, she moved her hands to the collar of his shirt and tugged on it to signal to him that it was time to take it off.

Acino couldn’t help but throb in the tigress’s hand as she whipped his dick out. He bit his lip to tone down a moan that escaped his lips once he felt her soft fingers brush against his sensitive spaghetti and schmeat balls and watched as the tiger’s cute pink nose took in breaths in rapid succession to bask in the dick scent that very quickly filled up the little space that was in between them. With a chuckle after the tigress pulled on his shirt’s collar, he unbuttoned it, slipped it off of his arms, and tossed it aside. He then kicked his shorts out from under his feet and stood in front of the topless tigress, completely naked. He huffed as he gave Alex’s breasts another glance, this time his gaze lingered for a lot longer than before. After what was close to a minute, he reached his hands forward to grope them, brought his gaze back up to meet Alex’s, and nudged his head downward toward the tangerine print panties that were still hiding her goods.

With a raised eyebrow in response to the spotted cat’s nudge, Alex glanced down at her panties, shrugged her shoulders, and slipped both her hands underneath its waistband, and slowly started pulling them down. “I guess it’s only fair.”

In one smooth swoop, the tigress bent over and pushed her panties all the way down to her ankles, blocking Acino’s view of her crotch in doing so. But once she stood up straight again and kicked her cotton coochie cover away, he found himself in for an eye-widening surprise.

Alex had a full bush.

The carpet matched the drapes; Alex’s pussy was a brunette, too. She didn’t have a beginner bush either, oh no; hers was the REAL DEAL. Thick, messy, slightly chaotic, and plenty long. Acino stared at what would have been considered unladylike by modern standards with hearts in his eyes and saliva running down his chin. When he realized he was drooling, he quickly wiped his chin with the back of his hand. His dick throbbed again just at the sight of that hairy cunt, and oh boy, the sweet smell of pussy musk hit his nose like a soft memory foam pillow against his face after a long and hard day.

“Sorry, I haven’t shaved in a while. Do you want me to go shave?”

Acino did not hesitate with his answer, not even for a microsecond. “No, please, don’t.”

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Alex’s hands gripped the backrest of the couch tight as she bent over and presented her rear for Acino. They could have gone to the bedroom for this, but with how impromptu it was and how aroused they had both become from each other’s sights and scents, the 20 seconds it would take for them to go to the bedroom was 20 seconds that they weren’t fucking. The tigress had her tail raised, her butt pointed toward her cheetah friend, and her dripping wet bushy pussy ready for him. She purred and chuffed happily as she looked ahead toward the empty dining area that was behind the couch and waited for Acino to stick his dick in.

Acino stood behind Alex with one leg up on the couch and the other on the ground, his dick hovered just a mere inch from her hindquarters and throbbed every few seconds as he got into position to dick her down. Sweat ran down his face as he looked down at the tigress’s raised tail, her asshole, and her pussy. He scooted just a little bit closer to Alex to get his dick tip aligned properly, and in doing so, realized that Alex’s pussy was a smidge too low for him to reach comfortably; he’d have to point his dick down to penetrate, and that would be a little uncomfortable. But his dick was the perfect height for the tight pink pucker right underneath her tail. With a teeny tiny smirk on his face, he peeled his foreskin back to expose his shiny tip and used his thumb to smear the precum puddle that had pooled on it onto his entire dickhead and shaft. Once his dick was sheening with his own precum, to the point that some dripped from his shaft down onto his balls, he grabbed his dick with his left hand, Alex’s hips with the other, and pushed his dick forward to press his tip up against her tight tail hole.

“Mhhhrrrf…” he let out a soft moan.

Alex was fully expecting a dick in her pussy, considering Acino’s positive reaction to her bush. So, when she felt the cheetah pushing his precum-slickened dick into her ass, the fur on her shoulders stood up, her ears folded, and her face turned a deep red. Acino’s dick was met with some resistance from Alex’s pucker, but after a bit of maneuvering, his mushroom head slipped inside and he slowly sunk in inch by inch until he was about halfway down the tiger hole.

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn!”

Alex let out a moan as Acino’s dick slid slowly into her. Her knees buckled, wobbled, and got closer and closer to becoming Jello the further he pushed his dick into her. She also involuntarily clenched around his dick as he ventured further into her secondary love tunnel. When he came to a stop with just half of his length inside of her, she let out a long exhale through her mouth and slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. With a single sweat bead running down her temple, she glanced down at her butt and his dick that was now lodged into it. She moved her tail off to the side slightly to get a better view and bit her lip when she saw there was still some more of his schmeat to take.

“Th-That’s the wrong hole…” the tigress said in a breathy and shaky voice as her hole clenched around the cheetah’s dick over and over again, almost as if it were trying to suck him inside.

Acino smirked at Alex and glanced down at his dick. He noticed the big bulging vein along his shaft and smirked even more. Alex was tight, very tight, it became clear to him that anal wasn’t something that she did very often, which he found very hot.

“It’s the only one I’ve found.” He replied as he returned his gaze to the tigress taking his dick up her ass. After he replied, he pushed his hips forward just enough to push another inch of his cheetah cock inside her. He bit his lip as the texture of Alex’s anal canal rubbed and tugged all over his sensitive cock head. His breathing slowed but his heart rate continued to climb, which Alex could feel as pulses through his throbbing dick.

Through a moan, as Acino’s dick slipped deeper into her ass, Alex turned to look ahead again and tightened her grip around the backrest of the couch. “Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhg. Hah… Bet you did it on purpose.” She huffed.

Acino let out a chuckle and shook his head. “How could I?” There was a hint of innocence in his tone that a jury would definitely believe. Alex didn’t, though, she knew him a little better than that.

With a shake of her head, Alex rolled her eyes, curled her tail around Acino’s waist, and used it to pull him toward her, plunging his dick even deeper into her tail hole.

“Pervert.” She said through a moan and a bit lip. It didn’t take a detective to figure that out.

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Art by AcinotheCheetah

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