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Year of the Tiger Chapter One: Out With the Bull
🕑 Added 2022-05-01 05:13:52 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Brolaren
Food, wine, movies, and music! If the tiger goddess had a corporal body at that time her mouth would have been watering, her stomach growling, and her heart fluttering. All in due time, she reminded herself.
Many deities had a singular focus when they went down on Earth for their stay, most often pleasure in the form of sex and physical liberation. While Fian had that same desire, her interests for entertainment were far more widely spread. Eleven years away meant she had a whole lot of media to catch up on and she was practically vibrating with eagerness.
Right on time, the seer portal distended and from its wavering surface stepped Alode, the bull god. The two deities didn't even look at each other as they passed by, for the last increment of his figure barely left the portal before Fian crossed into it.
Encapsulated in the aura of her journey to Earth, the tiger goddess focused her mind and constructed the perfect body that she had come to adore each and every time that she went down. When something as important as seconds counted for the expanse of a year, she was determined to make use of every single one. This process was fast and accurate and alleviated her of needlessly wasted time.
To her delight it was just as she expected and almost as quickly as she entered the portal, she now rushed to exit it.
“Twenty seconds,” Wyatt warned in a monotone.
“Yeah, I can see,” Timothy sighed irritably as he placed the last tray on the table and shifted it so that its orientation matched the aesthetic of the others. Freshly cooked and decadently prepared food adorned each surface, many still steaming and crackling as they just arrived from the oven and skillet. The room was awash in the heavenly scent of roasted vegetables, seared meats, prepared soups, and seasoned breads. Six bottles of wine lined the back of the table, each selected for either its symbolic nature or Fian's preferred taste.
Timothy stepped back to admire the view and was so proud of the arrangement that he thought to take a picture, but he didn't have his phone. He didn't even have pants on. Alas, with time running out he dashed to stand by Wyatt's side and matched the other's posture while they watched the large digital clock on the back wall tick down the last seconds to the new year.
The count eventually hit zero and then turned over to present a full 365 days of time. Just three seconds later and the room filled with a brilliant flash accompanied by a crack of thunder. Wyatt and Timothy didn't waver and barely even blinked from the cacophony as their vision filled with a haze of smoke that quickly filled the room and spilled across the floor. Out from the billowing veil stepped the tiger goddess.
Fian wore a strong sleek body that towered at six foot eight inches. Stern shoulders matched equally robust breasts that tapered to a thin waist before continuing on to wide hips and muscular thighs. Her fur radiated as a warm orange that faded to white over her belly, chest, and the inside of her limbs. Black stripes as deep as obsidian coiled around her figure in a pattern that no mortal would ever have the fortune of being gifted by genetic chance. Golden hair cascaded down her shoulders as a springy assortment of curls while a curtain of thick bangs hovered over her face just enough to entirely conceal her glowing pure white eyes.
The tiger goddess casually drew her arms above her head and then swung them down. As if acted upon by a gust of wind, the haze of the room dissipated without anything else being disturbed, leaving her to stand there in her naked glory.
“So good to see you again, Madam Fian. Welcome back to Earth,” Wyatt announced confidently. Fian stoically turned her head towards the two that stood in front of her, the only indication that she was looking at them.
Entirely opposite of her in physical stature and species, Wyatt and Timothy were simply mice that stood a little more than a foot shorter than her and combined might still be shy of matching her weight. They were almost identical in features as well, both pure white in color and having nearly the exact body type.
What made them distinct was nuance. Wyatt's left ear bore the scar of a missing oval shaped chunk that was the result of a bite from someone trying to kill him in the time before Fian took him under her influence. His hair was cut short and slicked back against his head, his visage holding a somewhat perpetually bored expression as he gazed through half lidded eyes and preferred not to make more conversation that what was needed. It wouldn't be out of line to say that among all of Fian's confidants, he was the one that kept the others the most grounded and organized.
Timothy was much the opposite of his companion. His hair was grown out long in the front that allowed locks to hang in front of his face and off to one side. Though he didn't have as much of a physical indicator that made him easily recognizable, his lively gaze and staying smile outed him as Fian's confidant that had the responsibility of being the voice of positivity for the others.
“My loves,” Fian said almost as a whisper. She then crossed the floor in two wide steps and crouched with arms hung out at her sides. She swept both mice up in a hug that lifted them from the floor and cradled them firmly against her body. “Oh, how I've missed you all! But where is everyone else?” she asked amid busily nuzzling between them.
The mice wrapped the tiger goddess in an equally affectionate embrace. Wyatt was the one to explain the situation, however. “I'm afraid the Hybrid House has taken on some...new rules as of late that limits our presence somewhat.”
“Excuse me, new rules?” Fian growled and gently let her confidants down. “Under who's authority? And for what reason?” She folded her arms across her bust and turned her head to face the closed door that marked the only way to get in and out of the space, for they were inside a large bedroom fit enough to host a grand party, as was her initial intent.
Barely a minute into her vacation and she was already getting upset, she hoped that wasn't an omen for the rest of her stay. She'd raze this whole mansion to the ground if the next minute didn't come with an appropriate justification for such a transgression.
“Lamely's authority, I'm afraid,” Wyatt continued. “Directly from the rabbit goddess herself it would appear. And given your initial agreement with her as to the governance of Hybrid House our paws are tied on the matter. I do apologize.”
“Looks like I will need to have a word with Hector myself,” Fian mumbled as the bridge of her nose furrowed with disgust. “For what could possibly be cause for limiting my welcoming party?”
“Hector was unfortunately very cryptic with his demands, it might indeed be best for you to have a word with him when the time is appropriate,” Wyatt agreed with a nod of his head.
“Yes, but not right now!” Timothy quickly broke in with an excited wave of his arms. “We've set up a banquet here for the time being and we have a true welcome celebration awaiting at your estate in lieu of the current circumstances. Please don't let Lamely or any of her dumb dogs sour your mood, Madam.” He waved his paw dismissively at the closed door and stuck out his tongue.
Fian quirked the side of her mouth disapprovingly, but he was right. There was only one deity on this planet at the moment and that's all her thoughts should be occupied with. “Oh, my sweet Timothy,” she cooed and cupped her paws around his cute face. His expression changed to a warm smile at her divine touch. “Forever the voice that reminds me of why I'm here.” She leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his lips before withdrawing and turning her attention to the expanded assortment of food and drink that was begging to be consumed.
Her heart rapidly soothed the more she took in the meticulously laid dishes and allowed herself to bask in the heavenly scents that filled the room. She crossed over to the table and began selecting portions for herself on a large plate that was laid out just for her. Perhaps unbecoming of a goddess, she began inhaling mouthfuls of food even before she was finished selecting what she wanted. When the first exquisite tastes filled her senses, she let out a chuff that caused the room to vibrate.
The mice shared a brief look so that Wyatt could give a rare favorable smile before they both fell in around their goddess to compliment her mission. Wyatt selected a wine he thought to be the most fitting of the moment while Timothy started playing a similar playlist of songs from a tablet hooked up to wireless speakers around the room.
Fian graciously accepted the glass when it was offered to her and took a long sip. She grumbled a delighted chuff as she savored its notes and then returned to inhaling her food. She went back and forth between clearing plates and glasses, all the while pacing about the room and swaying her hips to the hum of the music.
Through every step of the way the mice made sure to keep up, replacing her empty dishes with full ones until every bottle of wine was empty and the table fully cleared. The servants had anticipated such a series of events and so they made sure to have their fill of food and drink before the deity arrived or else they wouldn't have a crumb or drop to themselves.
Little over twenty minutes since the feast began that it was finished, the only thing left to do was to take care the stacks of porcelain and drained containers. Wyatt was the one that jumped to the task, bidding the tiger goddess a brief explanation before he opened the room's door and casually pushed the table out as its feet were on wheels.
The mansion was massive, even by exuberantly wealthy mortal standards. That wouldn't have been too surprising had it been known that two goddesses funded its construction and upkeep, but then again there was very little one deity could accomplish when they put their will to it, let alone a duo. The long halls and expansive rooms that lined each, some not even having doors as they invited any that wondered through to take part in the plethora of activities, leisure, and entertainments, seemed almost like someone would expect of a hotel. To anyone unfamiliar with the building would find it to be a maze and almost maddening to explore if they hoped to find a way out.
As Wyatt made his way towards the elevator at the far end of this particular hall, he passed by several rooms that had the other occupants of the mansion doing activities of their own. Much like him and his ilk, towering muscular huskies were the only other kind that was allowed to step foot in the mansion. Each one was about the size of Fian but held far broader forms with thick muscles that bulged within their tight-fitting uniforms.
Wyatt caught some of their eyes as he went along, their icy blue gazes holding his behind the black masks on each of their faces. He had the same on, along with a black vest that was open down the front and a pair of dark underwear that covered his ass but left his cock and balls out in the open. The strict uniform code was only enforced on the premises as it was to denote the subservient individuals, not that it was ever brought into question.
It took longer than he preferred to get the table back to the kitchen after the elevator seemed to have an odd hiccup enroute to the basement. It happened again on the way back and he made a mental note to contact the head repairman of the mansion. He walked at a brisk trot to return to Fian in a timely manner, something that was hardly ever seen of the normally well-maintained mouse. He didn't care how he might have been viewed by the dogs, all that mattered was the tiger goddess.
He reached the room and hurriedly composed himself before nudging his way back in and closing the door with a gentle click. The sight that greeted him therein was one he expected and hoped he hadn't caused too much trouble by being late.
The tiger goddess, now full and seeking some far more carnal fun, lied back upon the bed that dominated the room with her legs splayed so wide that her feet nearly touched the headboard. Between her thighs was Timothy, happily rolling his hips to plunge his cock as deep as it could go into the tiger goddess's pussy. Familiar happy growls emanated from Fian's smiling visage as she rested her head on her folded arms. Each stroke of the mouse's small form against hers rippled up her core and caused her large breasts to jiggle. Accompanied by each was a light smack and blissful gasp that spilled freely from the male.
“What took you so long, Wyatt?” Fian asked casually, the pleasure in her voice held under control despite the wide grin that she wore.
“I apologize, madam, the elevator had technical difficulties. I'll be contacting Eric about it shortly,” Wyatt said as he approached the bed.
“In due time, for now I want you to join us,” she demanded and watched him through her veil of hair.
Wyatt eyed the position the two were in and came to realize the purposeful nature of such a contorting courtship. He came up behind Timothy and shed his underwear before arriving at the foot of the bed. Though he only stood inches away, Fian's body had a powerful effect on the air surrounding her. Strangely it was like he was experiencing tertiary pleasure without having even touched the tiger goddess.
The effect on him was immediate, as his heart picked up in pace and his fur stood on end. Pinpricks of pleasure stroked up through the skin of his belly and chest as his paws reached out and placed on Timothy's backside. Like touching someone that was being shocked, divine energy rushed through both mice and Wyatt was unable to keep from moaning in surprise. His cock had since swollen to a firm enough state that it throbbed and strained to find the tiger goddess's asshole that was destined to be its place.
Wyatt reeled in his racing mind and took a deep breath as he trained his eyes just below his companion's pelvis. Fian's backside waited patiently for him, and he had already wasted too much time. Relinquishing one paw from Timothy's side to take a hold of his member, he leaned in and pushed himself inside of the tiger goddess's pucker.
Renewed bliss struck the mouse and his groin pressed firm to the woman's cheeks. He yelped again and arched his back as warmth enveloped his cock and brought with it a wave of ecstasy. Reminded once more of the goddess's effect on him, it took a few moments for him to adjust after so many years of her absence. Luckily it didn't take long, and he soon found himself moving against her.
Though Wyatt didn't match Timothy's pace right away, he did work at a fair speed. Excitement for the moment filled his normally calm thoughts and his face broke out in a wide smile. His paw replaced on the other mouse's backside as he drew upon more of Fian's divine energy. Frequent moans soon escaped him shortly thereafter to mix with the cacophony.
Fian gazed lovingly up at the duo as they worked to please her. She rewarded them with sensations that no other mortal could provide and then re-drank their pleasure as if it were meticulously filtered water. It refreshed her physical form and mind and had her spilling longing groans that picked up in volume.
The way the mice rutted desperately against her holes caused their cocks to grind against the thin membrane between. They could feel each other's size, although not nearly so impressive by many male standards, they were perfect for what she wanted. In her many times down on Earth since its creation, Fian had found that among the many species that she partook in the company of, mice were long enough to reach her most needy depths without being so thick that they were uncomfortable. Upon this discovery she desired only their company.
The tiger goddess's pussy juices cascaded down her backside and began soaking the bed sheets. Timothy's cock slapped noisily as he pushed his physical limits to go as fast as he possibly could. The result was his hips working at such a speed that they were practically a blur of motion. He clenched his eyes tightly shut and grit his teeth, a mask of pure concentration etching his features. Fian found the sight to be irresistible and she took the time to suddenly reach out with her paws and cup his face.
Timothy's eyes opened groggily to see his matron and was met with her suddenly leaning up to brace her lips to his. Another rush of intense pleasure rolled through him in that moment and his consistent thrusting faltered. Precum spilled from his cock as her cunt squeezed his rock-hard length, milking him each time he withdrew. He and Fian could feel that he was on the verge of climax, but she held him at bay. The edge that he now teetered on was of pure ecstasy and she tasted it like she had the wine a few minutes ago.
From below, Wyatt had built up a speed that matched the other male with similar power. His grunts poured freely and loudly, the bliss that wound through his mind causing him to be on the same precipice as Timothy. Held at bay by the tiger goddess as well, he could do nothing more than swim in the enduring pleasure until she was sated.
Fian’s love of the moment had grown substantially and with it came its ecstatic end. Her growling moans reverberated around the room, her body in a constant tremble as her servants pounded her pussy and ass at opposite intervals. Combined juices spilled each time they drew their hips back that then soaked the fur of their bodies. The roiling ball of euphoric energy grew within the pit of her lower belly and then exploded outward.
The tiger goddess’s cum erupted against Timothy’s groin in a thick, frothy mixture that had long strands stretching between their bodies. She unleashed a thunderous roar as every nerve around her physical body lit up and made her fur stand on end. The mice cried out in unison as well as their barriers fell away and their balls released.
Globs and strings of mouse jizz filled her holes as both males bottomed out and held their bodies tight to hers. Fian could feel each gooey salvo as their surprisingly large loads emptied, reminding her once more of the infinite adoration that she held for them. Fresh heat rushed up through her body, encouraged by their seed as they eventually tapered to trickling drips.
For what felt like a full minute none of them moved, muscles bound tight like they had all grabbed a live wire. When the tiger goddess eventually relaxed so did the mice, and a collective sigh was had as the lingering bliss cascaded away to leave tired minds.
Fian flopped her torso against the bed and stretched her powerful arms high above her head, nearly clawing at the wall. Wyatt withdrew his shrinking member from her sloppy tailhole and stepped back. Timothy lifted himself from his matron’s pussy and stepped down from the bed once he was afforded the room. Without the tiger goddess’s divine energy upholding their spirit and physical prowess, real exhaustion set in, but they were professional enough to not let it show.
Both mice simply stood back and watched as the tiger goddess lowered her legs and draped them over the edge of the bed. Each of her exhales came with a satisfied chuff as she lied still and soaked in the lingering energy of the room. Wyatt and Timothy took this time to catch their breath and replace the bottom portion of their uniform as they waited for their next command, though it wasn’t nearly as long as they would have liked.
“I think it’s time that we take our leave of this place. I want to see my other lovely darlings,” Fian said and sat up.
“I’ll bring the car around, madam,” Timothy said and then quickly turned on his heel and exited the room.
Wyatt approached his matron and held his paw out to her to help her up. Though she didn’t need it, she accepted the gesture anyway and stood. “I hope your first day back has been an enjoyable one, madam,” he said in his measured tone.
“It has, though I’m still upset by the recent restrictions. Please schedule a meeting with Hector in a few months, as I will not have my departure from this world be as irksome as my entry,” she concluded firmly.
“Absolutely, madam,” he said back and turned to face the door. “Shall we?”
“Yes,” Fian rumbled and followed the mouse as they took their leave.
