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Worth the Wait
🕑 Added 2024-05-29 04:00:00 +0000 UTC“There’s no way that’s real, is it?” asked Alex as she and Charlie walked up to the window of an interesting-looking shop. The tigress and the mouse were on their weekly window shopping trip where they peeked through the windows of luxury fashion stores to spot things that they would later get at the local thrift store once they had been replaced by newer collections and were deemed out of fashion by either snooty gay men in suits or snooty English women with bob cuts who were the inspiration for the antagonist in The Devil Wears Prada.
The store that had caught the tigress’s eye was tucked away towards the very end of the shopping street; the building façade that it was a part of was made of bricks that were all painted black, the tall pane of glass that was the storefront window was dirty, and there were even weeds growing out of the small cracks in the concrete. It looked like it had been abandoned years ago, but Alex could see a soft yellow glow from inside that looked like a light that assured her that it hadn’t been vacated just yet.
Charlie was even more skeptical than Alex was, so when he was asked whether or not the bottle labeled “Built Like a Horse” was a real potion or a novelty, he squinted as he stared at the bottle through the dusty, rain-stained glass of the store that didn’t have “novelties” written anywhere next to its name; Elixir Fixer.
“What the hell is Elixir?” said the mouse as he stepped back from the shop window and tilted his chin up to read the shop’s carved wooden sign that hung by a single rusty chain above the door. He stared at it for a few seconds as he sipped his bubble tea. Alex, who was still staring at the bottles of potions on display, pressed her hands against the filthy glass and tried her best to peek through to see what else the store had to offer. She would have pressed her forehead against the glass had it not been filthy. But even with her face just a half inch away from the shop’s window, she could barely see anything other than the bottles on display and the yellow glow that she noticed earlier that was now flickering as if it was a candle being gently blown by a breeze.
“It means ‘potion’,” the tigress replied to the mouse as she peered around the dirt and dust-frosted glass for any sign of life inside. After around five seconds, the tigress spotted someone; a snow leopard woman, sitting behind what looked like a counter, reading a book by a lit red candle on a candlestick.
“There’s someone in there!” Alex said excitedly as she pulled away from the window, on which she left handprints, and beckoned the mouse to follow her with a gesture. “C’mon,” the tiger said as she approached the door.
The mouse, who was still sipping the giant boba balls from his Cha Tra Muecup with a horrendously bright red lid and straw, looked down from the shop’s crooked wooden sign and at Alex as he sucked the sugary gelatinous balls from his Thai tea into his mouth. Swallowing his big sip of boba tea with a loud gulp, the strawberry cream cheese-colored mouse shook his head. “Nu-uh, Alex. No way I am going in there, have you ever seen Little Shop of Horrors? Because this is literally what that shop with the man-eating plant looks like.”
“Oh? That’s awesome! Maybe the potions inside are real, then!” The tigress said with a smile as she stuck one hand into the front pocket of her Harvard-branded hoodie, pushed the door of the store open with her shoulder, and walked inside. It was clear she was no Harvard alumna since she seemed to believe in things like potions.
Charlie, not wanting to be left outside all by himself, rolled his eyes, took another sip of his bubble tea, and followed right behind her. “I swear to God, Alex. If I get eaten by a plant that doesn’t even suck my dick first.”
The bell that hung above the door jingled to announce the arrival of Alex and Charlie into the store that looked like a Hot Topic from the 1800s. The door creaked, too, which added to the overall creepy vibe that had Charlie glancing over his shoulder to check for any suspicious-looking flora. He stayed as close as he possibly could to his tiger friend as they walked through a hoarder’s paradise – shelves lined with chalices, skulls, dried herbs, and potions that ranged from strength to intelligence. It looked like they were walking through an abandoned Spirit Halloween, minus the Made-in-China-ness of everything that was in there.
A shiver traveled up Charlie’s spine as they ventured deeper and deeper into the store and approached the counter toward the back where the old snow leopard lady sat with her book by her red candle. As it melted, the red wax on the candle gave the appearance of blood, which did not quell the mouse’s fear of getting eaten by a giant plant any. As Alex and Charlie approached the shopkeeper, she glanced up from her book, pushed her thick spectacles up her snoot, and looked at her new customers.
“Welcome, gals,” the old lady said with a raspy voice as her lips pursed into a subtle smile. She the white-haired snow leopardess closed the book in her hands and set it down as she watched the confident tiger and scared mouse walk up to her counter. “How may I be of service?” her smile grew a tad sinister and she leaned over the counter slightly.
Alex put her hands on the dark redwood counter when she got up to it and smiled at the old lady. She glanced over her shoulder at Charlie, who looked even more frightened than when they watched Hereditary together and rolled her eyes before she turned her attention back to the snow leopard woman with a smile of her own.
With an excited smile, Alex pointed at the vast shelf lined with potions behind the shopkeeper, leaned on the counter with one arm, and tapped her claws against the countertop.
“Are those potions real?” the tigress asked.
The snow leopardess stared at Alex for around ten seconds before she noticed Charlie staring at an empty plant pot that was on one of the shelves. “Of course the potions are real, darling. And you can tell your friend behind you there that the pot he’s looking at is real, too. It’s for enchanted plants, indestructible.”
Charlie, who had not been paying attention to Alex and the shopkeeper, bounced at the mention of “enchanted plants” and clumsily stepped backward and away from the shelf that the plant pot was on. He almost tripped over himself in doing so, but luckily, was able to stay on his feet after a small fumble.
The shopkeeper let out a chuckle at the scare she was able to give the effeminate mouse before she returned her gaze to the tigress who seemed unfazed by all of it. She tilted her head down, which caused her glasses to slide down her snoot, and looked the tigress directly in the eye; the same somewhat sinister and somewhat motherly and caring smile still spread across her face.
“Which brew of mine has caught your eye, then?” the snow leopard asked.
After a few seconds of thought and after glancing back toward the front of the shop where she and Charlie first saw the potions, Alex tapped her fingers against the counter again and pointed to a deep lavender glass bottle with a horse-shaped cork that sat right dead center on the shelf behind the silver-haired snow leopard and stood out like a sore thumb amongst the plain brown UV-shielded bottles that the other potions were in. “That one, with the horse cork.”
The shopkeeper raised her brows and turned around to look at her shelf. It took her a second to spot the one that Alex was talking about, and when she did a grin spread from ear to ear. “Ah, Built Like a Horse…” She plucked the bottle from the shelf, turned around to face the tigress, and placed it down gently on the counter. “24 hours of pure, uninhibited, horsepower. Excellent choice. Be sure to take it on an empty stomach for a faster, longer-lasting effect, darling. That’ll be $35.”
Alex gladly handed over two Andrew Jacksons and took her Vampire Hunter back in change along with the potion that the shopkeeper packed into a cute wooden box and bagged up for her. She and Charlie then left the store – the mouse couldn’t get himself out of there quick enough. Once they were back out on the shopping street, Charlie let out a sigh of relief that he was as far away from that store as he possibly could be, meanwhile, Alex pulled the little box that had her potion in it out of the paper bag and opened it up to get a closer look at the pretty purple liquid inside the clear glass bottle. She stared at the glass bottle and the purple liquid inside it like a cat burglar at a blood diamond; wide eyes, dilated pupils, the works.
“Do you think this stuff is FDA-approved?” Alex asked as she turned the bottle around in her hand and walked back the way that she and the mouse came from.
Charlie, still hung up on how the shopkeeper worded “enchanted plants”, did not answer Alex; instead posed a question of his own. “When she said ‘enhanced plants’, do you think she meant man-eating plants or man-fucking plants?”
Charlie was no Harvard alumni either, obviously.
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The bottle of potion sat on Alex’s kitchen island for a few days after she bought it as her work schedule became hectic and she had promised Charlie that she’d drink it in his presence just in case anything went wrong with the suspicious liquid that she bought off of a creepy old lady in a seedy shop that neither of them had ever heard of before. Not only that, but the reality of her having bought a $35 potion that was either going to poison her or was a sham from cork to heel started to set in. If she never drank it, she’d never know! Schrödinger's potion, so to speak.
Alex sat at the dining table, stared at her laptop screen, and scrolled through her emails, desperate for one from a certain label that she had sent a few of her demos to. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she hit the refresh button; her inbox still sat empty – not even a single email from a Nigerian Prince. With a frustrated sigh as she removed her blue light-filtering glasses, Alex closed the lid on her laptop and rubbed her eyes with her hands. When she removed her hands from her face, her eyes landed on the pretty potion bottle on the kitchen counter across from her. The rays of light that shone through the glass balcony door hit the glass potion bottle at just the right angle to create a lavender glow in the kitchen.
The tigress stared at the potion and chewed on her finger – she tapped her feet against the floor as she pondered what to do with it. After what was probably the shortest amount of time anyone has spent on making a decision, ever, the tigress pushed herself up from her seat and made her way to the kitchen counter. Once she was in front of the sparkly purple disco ball of a bottle, she picked it up and brought it up to her face to look at the horse-shaped cork. After thoroughly inspecting the potion, the thought of it being a scam entered her mind again. But it was a fleeting thought, as not even a Mississippi later, the tigress popped the cork into her mouth, bit down on it, and pulled it off of the bottle.
‘Pop!’ the cork came off with just a smidge of resistance.
Alex spit the horse cork out from her mouth and poured the pretty purple potion down her hatch. After two gulps, it was empty, and the tigress shook the very last drops out from the bottle onto her tongue. The potion had the thickness and consistency of Peptol Bismol, but it tasted of mint and grape juice. It had a little fizzy aftertaste, too, which caught the tigress a little bit off guard and made her burp in a way that was incredibly loud and unladylike.
‘Buuuuuuurrrrrrppppp!’
“Oh my… Hahaha.” The tigress chuckled, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, set the empty potion bottle back down on the counter, and leaned against the kitchen island with her hands pressed against the countertop as she waited for the “magic” of the elixir to take effect. After a minute of tense silence that turned awkward once nothing happened, Alex shrugged her shoulders and walked back to the dining table to grab her phone and text her mouse friend.
With her phone in hand, she sent the mouse a text message.
Alex: Just drank the potion. Nothing’s happening. :c
Immediately after she sent her message, a sudden dizziness took over her and she lost her usual impeccable feline balance. The tiger fumbled forward as her legs went weak and she grabbed the back of one of the dining chairs at the table to support herself. “Oh no…” Alex said in a meek and small voice as she felt her eyelids increase in weight about tenfold. Her grip on the back of the chair loosened and she fell to the floor with a thud.
‘Thwump.’
Her phone, which the tigress still clutched in her hand, lit up with an incoming message from Charlie just moments after she fell unconscious on her dining room floor.
Charlie: I’m on my way right now!!!!
Darkness.
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Alex woke up feeling like she had gone out on a pub crawl the night before. Her eyes opened up slowly and she was greeted by a couple dozen icons with Charlie’s face on them on her phone screen, indicating that he had been trying to reach her. “…Mmmrh-fuck,” the tigress groaned as she looked around to see that she was in her dining room, sprawled out on the floor next to a tipped-over dining chair. She brought her phone closer to her face to check the messages and missed calls from her mouse pal and chuckled as she pushed herself up from the floor. Once she was on her feet, she picked up the fallen dining chair, tapped on one of the ten missed call notifications from Charlie, and brought her phone to her ear.
“Hey Charlie, sorry I ghosted you there, I fell asleep. I think the potion I bought is just couch medicine, the one that makes you sleepy.” The tigress laughed and rubbed her temple. The mouse on the other end of the line wasn’t as calm as Alex was, and his angry squeaks were so loud that the tiger had to pull her phone away from her ear slightly.
“Okay, okay! Calm down! I am fine! I wasn’t even asleep for that long. Sorry, sorry, I’ll buzz you up.” The tigress rolled her eyes before she hung up the call and sighed. She was just about to set her phone down on the dining table when suddenly, she felt that her dolphin shorts had become a little tighter than she remembered them being. With furrowed brows, she took a step back from the dining table, looked down at her shorts, and went wide-eyed. Her phone slid out of her hand and fell to the floor so hard that it came free of its case, bounced across the floor, and disappeared under the dining table.
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Charlie had been standing outside of Alex’s apartment building for the better part of half an hour. When Alex didn’t answer his texts or his calls after she announced that she had taken a sip from the potion, he was worried. He was a hair away from calling the police when Alex called him back and said she fell asleep and would buzz him into the building. A few seconds after Alex hung up the call, the door unlocked and the mouse let himself inside. A short elevator ride and a punch of a passcode into Alex’s door later, the mouse let himself into Alex’s apartment, only to see that the tigress lights were off and the tigress was nowhere to be seen, at least not from the entrance where he stood. After he closed the door behind him, he called out to her.
“Alex?”
“In the bedroom! Come in here! You need to see this!”
Charlie rolled his eyes and stomped his way to Alex’s bedroom. He cut through the living room, walked down a short hallway, and stopped in front of the tigress’s bedroom door. He was about to knock when he saw that the door was already slightly ajar – instead, he grabbed the handle and pushed it open slowly.
The door opened to reveal Alex, sitting on her bed, naked. Not an unusual sight for Charlie, as he had seen her in the nude plenty of times, oftentimes when he didn’t want to. But this time, he was curious; had the potion made her muscular? A hunk? Had it given her hooves? Was she now seven feet tall? Curiosity was about to kill the mouse, as the light he let in by opening the door shined onto Alex like a spotlight to the lead actor on a Broadway production.
Alex sat on the edge of her bed with her back leaned up against the headboard and her right leg draped off the side of the bed. Both of her hands were interlocked behind her head to cushion it from the headboard while her other leg was bent at the knee with her paw pressed firmly against the mattress. She had a smug smile on her face, too, which Charlie saw immediately as the warm glow of the hallway’s lights illuminated her face and chest.
Charlie was gay, but he had to admit that Alex did have a nice rack on her. Besides, who on Earth, regardless of sexuality, would be able to stop themselves from at least catching a tiny glimpse of those knockers if they were out and exposed. The fur that covered them was whiter than snow; anyone who looked at them would be like a deer in headlights – albeit crashing face-first into Alex’s breasts was a lot less fatal than crashing into the hood of a Ford F150. The mouse stared at his tiger friend’s breasts for a lot longer than he wanted to, by the time he realized how long it had been (20 seconds), he shook his head and rolled his eyes at her.
“I need to see your tits? I’ve seen them plenty of times, Alex.” The mouse scoffed and leaned against the door that he still had one hand on the knob of.
“Look lower,” was all Alex said with a nudge of her head in the direction of her crotch.
The rodent, still on the chopping block that was curiosity, drove his gaze along the subtle curves of Alex’s figure – passed her breasts, her midriff, her stomach, and then her hips. Once his eyes left her pawprint tattoo, he saw it, what the tigress wanted him to come and see.
Her big, fat, and meaty horse cock.
Charlie slowly went wide-eyed as he stared at Alex’s dick. After his eyelids couldn’t peel back any further, his amber eyes darted around frantically looking for the leather straps of a strap-on harness on the tigress’s hips and waist – but found nothing. For a brief moment, he thought that the tigress was wearing a see-through one, but when he saw how the dick draped over her right thigh and throbbed the way a real one would, all doubt over its authenticity melted away like ice on asphalt in the hot Floridian sun.
The mouse’s jaw? Dropped.
The horse equipment that was now in between the tigress’s legs put the mouse’s endowment to shame, and Charlie was no slouch in the dick department. Alex’s new limb was at least a foot in length and its splotched chocolate and strawberry color scheme made it look extra tasty, like Neapolitan ice cream. Her dick was hard, her medial ring and flare throbbed with each breath that she took, and Charlie could have sworn that he saw clouds of steam float from the tigress’s meat.
The longer the tigress saw the mouse staring at her cock, the cockier the look on her face became. She let Charlie stare for a few seconds before she rolled her hips forward and pushed her cock even further over her thigh.
“It wasn’t a scam…” Alex chuckled.
Charlie swallowed his saliva in a loud gulp as he stared almost hungrily at the dick his best friend now possessed. His nose wiggled and danced as he took in the musky dick scent that he was oh so familiar with smelling in the men’s locker rooms at the gym. His cheeks slowly flushed red as the smell of ripe dick and ball sweat entered his system. He let go of the door knob that he clung to and slowly stepped deeper into the room and closer to the tigress spread out on the bed like a smörgåsbord for him. The closer he got to her, the stronger her dick scent became, and the more his little mousey nose danced. He dragged his feet as he approached the bed, and once he was close enough, he dropped down onto his knees to get his face as close as possible to Alex’s dick without actually touching it.
Alex watched with an increasingly bigger and bigger smile as her gay little mouse friend approached her. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” she chuckled. “For me to grow a dick?” When the mouse was on his knees, just mere inches away from her new 24-hour toy, she reached a hand down to grab the base of her shaft and flopped her dick over to the side to slap her rod right across the mouse’s nose.
“Here, get a better whiff.”
Charlie was not one to not do as he was told.
‘Snnnnnnnnnnnfffffffffffffff.’
“Fffffffuuuuuuccccckkk…”
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Art by Smileeeeeee
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Comments
StrixNebulosa
This is so good ! The description you made of the "alchemist's" shop, the hotness, the pent-up-ness, everything ! The frustration is strong with this one, I hope there's a part 2 where Charlie gets a taste of that fat juicy dick and Alex discovers new sensations. I'm a fan of Smileeee's art too ! Thank you so much !
