Working in front of a screen all day took a toll on Task’s eyes. Sketching lines and coloring commissions for customers who didn’t even reply on time most of the time also annoyed him a little bit more than he would like to it. But after putting the last bit of shading down and adding his signature to the bottom corner, he was done with what was his third drawing for the day. He hastily stretched his fingers over his computer’s keyboard to save the working file and then did it again to export the image as a PNG to send over to the commissioner.

Once he had sent it over, he glanced at the little indicator on Discord that told him whether or not the commissioner was online and whether he’d get a reply soon or not. Green meant online and active, yellow meant online but away, red meant online but with notifications off, and no color meant offline.

“Guh, offline again.” Task grumbled before he closed the Discord window, stretched his arms over his head, and yawned. As he leaned back in his chair, he saw the time in the bottom right corner of his monitor and realized why it was that his commissioners weren’t responding; it was 3 AM. He chuckled at himself and rubbed his temple, he was starting to feel the screen fatigue that came with his line of work, which sucked since he wanted to play a little bit of Baldur’s Gate 3 once he was done with work. He had sunken a good amount of time into the game already, and the gates owned by this “Baldur” were still nowhere to be found. With another yawn, the deer pushed himself up from his desk chair and stretched his arms over his head. As he pushed his chair up against his deck to keep it tidy, he heard his stomach grumble.

‘Grrrrrggllll…’

He looked down, gave his stomach a rub, and pondered over what he should grab as an early breakfast before going to bed. That’s when he ed that there was a butterscotch pudding in the fridge that he saw while he was making dinner. Maybe he could make an egg and spam sandwich with that tub of butterscotch pudding on the side as a dessert; he was almost drooling just thinking about it. The deer made his way from his little home office, downstairs to the kitchen. He made sure to keep his hooves quiet as he walked by the bedroom where his tiger girlfriend was sleeping, or so he thought. As he made his way down the stairs, he saw the soft yellow glow of the kitchen lights and the soft clinking and clanking of silverware and plates­; it seemed he wasn’t the only one looking for a midnight snack. A grin slowly grew on his face as he reached the bottom of the stairs and he was fully grinning ear-to-ear as he turned on his heels and moved toward the kitchen.

“Mhmm…” the tigress let out a slightly sexual moan as she scooped up the smooth, light gold pudding from its plastic cup into her mouth. The butterscotch flavor splashed over her tongue and tastebuds harder than the bomb that took out two beautiful Japanese cities back in 45. Ever since she had her first taste of butterscotch as a kid, it had become one of her favorite flavors, easily S-Tier, right next to anything made by Reese’s, if she were to make a list.

Alex had woken up in the middle of the night incredibly hungry, even though she had a filling dinner earlier before she went to bed. It may have had something to do with the dream she had about food falling from the sky in droves, triggered by her late-night screening of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Giant meatballs covered in marinara sauce falling from the sky and crashing into everything was really appetizing to the tigress for some reason. Unable to go back to bed and unable to stop thinking about food, the tiger hopped out of bed and pitter-pattered her way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Aw, no meatballs…” Alex said with a grumble as her eyes scanned the inside of the fridge; the glow of the refrigerator light lit up the kitchen and left a shadow in the shape of the naked kitty cat as she rummaged through the fridge for her itty-bitty-kitty snack. That’s when she found it, the holy grail of late-night snacks; a single cup of Snack Pack butterscotch pudding. She had stars and hearts in her eyes as she quickly snatched it and grabbed a teaspoon from the cutlery drawer. She turned on the lights in the kitchen, sat down at the kitchen table, and ripped open the seal on the top of the pudding cup.

‘Qrrrrrrrrrk!’

When Task spotted his girlfriend, he happily skipped his way over to her and hugged her from behind, catching her by surprise as she scooped another heap of pudding into her mouth. “Hey, my striped pumpkin. Is that the last butterscotch pudding cup I see?” the deer chuckled as he nestled his face into the back of the tigress’s messy bedhead head of hair and took a sniff. Her hair smelled like mango, just how he loved it, although there was a hint of the smell of their bed mixed in there, too. He looped his arms around her shoulders and did a couple more sniffs of her hair before he pulled back and dropped his head down to kiss her on her cheek.

“Hey, my bleat bleat boy. All done with work?” Alex said with a mouthful of pudding. When Task kissed her on the cheek, she turned her head to the side and turned it into a kiss on his lips, inadvertently giving him a little bit of the butterscotch pudding as they smooched. Once the short smooch broke, Task smacked his lips as the delicious taste of his girlfriend’s lips hit his tongue. He continued to brush and rub his face against her as she scooped another spoonful of pudding out with her teaspoon. With the jiggly and gelatinous dessert in her spoon, the tigress raised it up and moved it over her shoulder toward her boyfriend’s face. “Yeah, it’s the last one. Sorry if you were coming here to eat it, want some?” The tigress wiggled her spoon in front of the deer’s nose.

Task watched as the spoon got closer and closer to his face and went a little cross-eyed when the spoon came so close that his nose was almost touching the silver. He took a sniff of the pudding before he opened up his mouth and slurped the pudding right off of the spoon. He let out a cheerful bleat and he sloshed the pudding around in his mouth and let his tastebuds take in all that they could before he swallowed.

“Mhmm.” The deer let out a moan of his own. Butterscotch seemed to have that effect on people. He gave his girlfriend another smooch on her head before he pulled away from hugging her and walked over to the fridge to get to prepping his meal. Alex watched as he walked to the fridge and scooped the very last bit of pudding out of the cup and into her mouth. She then tossed the cup into the trash, washed the teaspoon in the sink, and walked over to her deer chef as he put the pan on the stove and cracked his eggs into it. Alex gave him a hug from behind and a smooch on his cheek just like he did to her earlier, and put her chin on his shoulder to watch as the eggs sizzled in the pan.

The whites bubbled and the yolks slowly turned solid as the heat from the pan transferred to the egg. With a spatula in hand, Task used it to gently boop the tigress on her nose as her chin landed on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at her as best he could and raised his brows curiously. “You should go to bed, KitKat.”

Alex brushed her cheek against her boyfriend’s and rubbed her nose into him by shaking her head. At first, Task thought it was her saying “no”, but once he heard her chuffing and purring, he realized she was just doing a kitty thing. “Mhm. I know, I’m very tired… Will you come soon too?” the tiger stopped rubbing her face and nose against him for a moment and gave him her signature big-eyed kitty cat pleading stare.

The sound of the eggs sizzling in the pan got louder the hotter the pan became, but not loud enough that Task couldn’t hear what Alex was saying. He took a second to think about it, staring into the yolk that was still runny as he did. “Maybe! I still have some game time to do, maybe just an hour, and then I’ll be right next to you.” The deer said with a smile as he used his spatula to gently roll his eggs over to flash cook the other side and make them absolutely perfect over-easy eggs, just how he liked them. The eggs sizzled and popped even louder once he turned them over, echoing through the kitchen and making the tiger’s super-sensitive ears flicker.

He could feel his girlfriend frown once he told her of his plans before he would her in bed, but before he could do anything, he felt another smooch to his cheek followed by loud purrs and more cheek rubbing against his, causing a little bit of static electricity buildup in between them. “Okay, you have fun. And if you see me hogging the blanket, please wake me up, you do NOT have to sleep without a blanket again.” Alex chuckled.

Task chuckled, too, and nodded. “I will, I will, but you don’t know how cute you look while you sleep, so it’s a lot easier said than done.” The deer turned his attention away from his eggs for a bit to smooch his girlfriend on her lips before he sent her off to bed. After the quick peck, he went back to his eggs and reached a hand toward the stove to turn it off, but then felt two pairs of hands grab him by the cheeks to pull him in for a bigger, fuller, Frencher, kiss.

Caught by surprise, Task went wide-eyed and almost dropped his oily spatula onto the floor, but luckily, he came to his senses once he felt his grip around the kitchen utensil loosening and caught it before it slipped all the way out of his hand. He leaned into the kiss, offering some of his own tongue for the tigress to enjoy, too. And when the kiss broke and the tiger skipped her way off to bed, Task watched as she disappeared up the stairs and found himself staring at her bare buttocks a little bit longer than he should have. When he turned back to his eggs, they were on the verge of becoming well-done, and in a panic, he quickly turned the stove off. He felt his dick throb a little bit as the imagery of his girlfriend’s rear as she ran off to the stairs to go to bed reached his second brain down there. He glanced down at his dick as it grew from flaccid to erect and smirked. Once he was done cooking, he brought his complete Spamwich (Spam and egg sandwich) to the kitchen table and sat down to eat it with his dick stood up like a Marine at 0400 hours, although Marines usually had less fuzz with their buzz cuts.

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Task went on to play a little bit of Baldur’s Gate 3 after he was done with his breakfast. He fought evil mushrooms, and traitorous mushrooms, and even had mushroom soup made from the fungi flesh of his enemies. The things you could do in the game were almost endless, it was no wonder why other game developers threw such a hissy-fit about the game when it was released to critical acclaim. He played for what he thought was an hour, but when he closed the game and glanced at his PC’s clock, he realized he had played for almost three hours. He was tired and could hear the birds starting to chirp outside, even though the sun wasn’t up yet. With a stretch of his arms over his head and a jaw-unhinging yawn, Task shut down his computer, got up from his chair, and scratched his nut sack as he walked toward the bedroom to get his sleep. He almost instinctively sniffed his fingers after he got rid of his itch and chuckled when he realized what he had done. Once he reached the door to his and Alex’s shared bedroom, he very gently turned the doorknob and let himself inside.

Task had to be extra careful in closing the door behind him as the door to the bedroom had the tendency to creak louder than the doors in horror movies. He tensed up as he pushed the door closer to the doorframe and was able to close it with just the faintest click.

‘Click.’

The deer shuffled his way to the bed, where he saw the tiger sleeping on her side with one of her arms draped over the edge of her side of the bed. He stood at the side of the bed and watched her for a bit, snickering and laughing very quietly at her open-mouth breathing that looked quite cartoonish. After about a minute of watching his girlfriend sleep, he climbed into the bed, got under the blanket, and closed his eyes.

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Sleeping in was a thing that the tigress did a lot more than she wanted to it. She wanted to be a more productive member of society, but that was very hard when the bed was comfy and the lovely person in bed next to her usually slept all the way into the late afternoon because of their sleep schedule. But she had things to do, and places to be, even if she didn’t really want to do most of those things.

Alex let out soft little moans as her eyes moved around slightly under her eyelids. She tossed and turned, her legs tensed up and twitched, and she continued to let out little chuffs, purrs, and moans as she slept. She was dreaming, and the dream that she was having was a particularly spicy one. So spicy, that it had her rubbing her thighs together in her sleep, spreading her pussy juice that leaked from her all over her inner thighs.

Her dream was unfortunately cut short when she rolled a little too far to one side of the bed and felt her body starting to fall off the edge of the bed. Her body’s fight or flight instinct kicked in as she felt gravity pulling her down and she jumped awake and slammed her hands down on the mattress to cling to it like her life depended on it. Realizing that she had saved herself from falling from the bed, the tigress let out a sigh as she slowly let go of the mattress and scooted toward the center to prevent it from happening again. As she scooted toward the middle of the bed, she felt a stickiness on her thighs, and when she peeked under the blanket, she saw how wet her pussy was. That’s when she ed the dream that she was unfortunately taken out of a bit too early and an overwhelming feeling of blue lips took over.

Her pussy twitched and winked as it continued to leak its juices all over itself. Slowly, the tigress’s pussy juice started running through her bush, down her leg, and onto the bedsheets. Alex knew that trying to go back to bed to resume the dream would have been futile, as her previous attempts to resume good dreams after suddenly waking up from them never really worked. With a sigh, she dropped the blanket back down and turned to her right to look at her sleeping prince charming of a boyfriend.

She saw her boyfriend with his head on his pillow, and since he was a stomach sleeper, she couldn’t quite tell if he was awake or not. She couldn’t see his chest rising and falling, nor could she see if his eyes were open. His ears were no help either, as they were completely still against his forky antlers even when she sighed or made noise. Alex scooted closer to her sleeping deer, gently put her hand on his arm, and peeked her head over to look at his face. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was asleep. With a frown, the tigress was just about to give up and live with her blue lips, or deal with it using the far inferior silicone toys that she had, but as she let out a disappointed sigh, she saw her buck boyfriend’s ears flicker.

Placing her cheek on her boyfriend’s and her ear on his head, the tigress clung close to him. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” she said softly so that she wouldn’t wake him up if he was still sleeping. The deer’s ears flickered again but his eyes remained closed. The tigress thought of giving up and trying her best to go back to bed, but then she saw her boyfriend scrunch his nose, so she decided to keep trying.

“Are you awake?”

Task’s ears flickered again but this time he opened one of his eyes and looked at the tigress clinging to him from behind. Groggy, tired, but still interested in what his girlfriend had to say, he murmured a response. “Mmmyeah…” With just one eye open still, the deer glanced at the clock on the bedside table on his side of the bed. 10:27 AM, four hours of sleep wasn’t too bad. With a grunt mixed in with a sigh and a murmur, Task rolled over to lie on his back and turned his head to look at the tiger pleading for his attention.

With her boyfriend on his back, Alex clung to his side and draped her leg over him like she did with her Task-print body pillow when he wasn’t around. Her knee rested on his stomach, her paw in the gap between his thigh, and her torso pressed up against his side nice and snug. The shift pulled the red blanket that they were under off of them a fair bit, leaving just their legs covered. Even on four hours of sleep, the deer’s dick was on its way to morning wood station at bullet train speeds. It probably didn’t help that the tigress’s pussy juice-covered thighs and wet bush of a pussy grinded against him as she clung to him like a cat stuck in a tree.

The feeling of his girlfriend against him was nice, but the extra cherry on top was feeling her wet pubic hair brushing on him like a thoroughly coated paintbrush with soft and silky bristles. His dick twitched and throbbed to life in seconds as the tiger painted him with her scent and fluids. He stared into her green eyes with his own, pressed his nose against hers, and raised his brows at her. His cheeks started to flush red, too.

“Do you have a few minutes?” Alex asked with a slightly sad look on her face. It was clear that she felt a little bad about something, probably for waking her boyfriend up so soon after he ed her in bed.

Task could never say no to her, regardless of what expression she pulled when she was asking him things. As his dick twitched and throbbed in between his legs, he pressed his nose a little harder against the tigress’s and smiled. “Maybe.” He was still more tired than he wanted to be, so he kept his responses short. He glanced down to where he felt her pussy grinding into him and saw a thick string of Alex’s pussy juice that stretched from her coochie to his thigh as she lifted herself up to straddle his hips. The pussy juice stretched in slow motion and sent his neurons flaring up like a COVID fever. His dick twitched over and over, bouncing like a diving board after an Olympic diver jumped off of it. There was a sudden heat that flushed over the deer, and he felt his grogginess slither away. His eyes were still locked on the tigress’s pussy as it hovered over his throbbing manhood, but with his tiredness faded, he was able to say more than one word this time. “Dream ended too soon?” he asked with a raised brow as he took his gaze away from her dripping and leaky pussy for a moment and looked up at the tiger on top of him. His dick poked and prodded against the tigress’s lower abdominal area as she moved, smearing the deer’s precum into her fur.

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