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.