It wasn’t long after that amusing revelation that Matthew the Fox parked Whisper the Tiger’s Slyon in her home’s driveway, not two houses up the street from his own house.  “Home sweet home,” Whisper said with a big grin, unfastening her seatbelt and grabbing her pink coat.  She donned it before getting out of the car, but stopped when he called her name and tossed her back her car keys.

	Matt got out of the cramped little box on wheels and stretched a bit before closing his door and going around to the trunk.  There he found Whisper attempting to grapple several shopping bags practically her size.  “I’ll get those,” he told her, gently swatting her hands away before easily lifting the bags full of groceries.  She protested a bit but he just grinned at her and replied, “I was raised that a woman should not have to do heavy lifting when there is an able bodied man nearby to do it for her.”  She blushed at that and mumbled something incoherent before announcing that she’d get the door for him.

	Together they walked up to the front door of her two story house.  It was big and rather nice, though it appeared to look like it needed a new coat of paint and the stone steps leading up to the door were cracked in places.  The house was about as old as he was, if he recalled correctly.  His parent’s home was pretty old too but they really worked hard to make it pretty, his mother always in the garden and his father always doing some sort of yard work.

	“This is a nice place you have here,” he told her and she giggled as she slid the key in the lock.

	“Thanks but I know it needs some work,” she replied, pushing the door open, “Sammie~ I’m home!”

	From deeper in the house there came a muffled reply presumably from this ‘Sammie’, whoever that was.  Which reminded Matt that he’d never asked what her daughter’s name was, so logically he assumed this Sammie was her.  As they walked into the living room, he found himself absolutely dumbstruck by the woman that came around the corner and entered the living room from the doorway across from them.

	At 5’5”, the beautiful tigress woman that appeared before his eyes was practically the polar opposite of Whisper.  She was curvy with 34C breasts and an ample bottom, possessed long luxurious black hair with a single white strip through it and wore a close fitting sweater and tight jeans.  This was definitely not the little three foot tall adorable munchkin he’d thought he’d find.  “Pretty hot, huh?” piped up Whisper, who grinned toothily at him when he looked to her.  “Yeah.  I know what you’re thinking.  She really did come out of this,” she said, gesturing to the entirety of herself.

	“Who are you talking to, Mother?” spoke the daughter, an uncertain expression on her face.  It was then that Matt realized the woman across the room from him had her eyes closed.  It struck him as odd, but he didn’t say anything.

	“I brought home a friend with me that I met at the park,” Whisper explained then went over and hugged her daughter before gesturing for him to come over.  Matt quirked a brow then set the groceries down on the coffee table before coming closer.  “Sammie, this is Matthew,” she said softly.  Sammie held out her hand uncertainly, her brows furrowed.  When he took her hand in his, she jumped just a little but relaxed almost immediately after.  “Matthew, this is my daughter Samantha, but I just call her Sammie.”

	“Umm… Hi there,” Matt greeted and once again Sammie tensed up but again immediately relaxed, a blush coloring her cheeks.

	“It is a pleasure to meet you, Matthew,” Samantha greeted before slowly withdrawing her hand from his, though she seemed reluctant to do so.  “I must say… I’ve never felt anyone as gentle as you,” she added, making Matthew quirk a brow and look to Whisper, who held an equally surprised look.

	“Don’t diss his handshake, Sammie! That’s rude!” Whisper spoke up, giving her daughter’s ample bum a slap, making the taller woman jump in surprise, blushing in embarrassment.

	“Mother!” she whined and rubbed her bottom and frowned, which made Matthew chuckle softly.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to sound rude.  I meant you don’t give off a threatening air,” Sammie explained, chewing on her lower lip after.

	“Ah, I see.  Thank you then.  I try hard to be a nice guy,” he told her, reaching out and rubbing her left upper arm before slipping away.  “Where do you want the groceries, Whisper?” he asked as he picked the bags up.

	“Just on the kitchen table,” she replied, “How’s dinner coming along, Sweetie?”  Matt left the two alone in the living room as he searched out the kitchen.  The house had pretty much the same layout as his own, so he found it in no time and set the bags on the heavy oak table.  A delicious scent had filled the kitchen and he breathed it in before going over to the stove to see a pot of soup was staying warm on one of the eyes.

	Meanwhile in the living room, the two embraced briefly before pulling away.  “Matthew is a rather nice guy,” Sammie told her mother, “He sounds rather handsome too.”  She gave her mother a knowing smile and Whisper laughed.

	“Trust me, he is.  On both accounts,” the little tigress replied before suddenly frowning, “Oh shoot.  Now I know why he had such a weird look on his face.  I don’t think he knows you’re blind.”  Sammie raised her brows then shook her head, explaining that he probably did but thought it would be rude to point it out.  “True… There’s that.  Let’s eat, shall we?”

	They joined Matthew in the kitchen to find that he’d started putting away the groceries already, putting everything away in its proper home as if he’d lived here his whole life.  “Practically moved in already huh? Not in the house five minutes and already know where everything goes,” Whisper teased, drawing his attention.

	“Well I was left alone for a minute,” he teased back then walked over to her, scooping up the little tigress into his arms, causing her to squeal then giggle.  He nuzzled her cheek then neck a bit, making her purr, then he kissed her briefly before adding, “Plus, I just want to do things for you, Sweet Whisper.”  He then leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You’re daughter’s blind right?”

	This made the little tigress let out a cute, bell like laugh before snuggling against his chest.  “Yes, she is.  You can ask her yourself though,” she pointed out before hopping out of his arms.  “Stay for dinner, Matthew,” she told him, looking up at him with those jade green eyes in the most adorably cute look of begging.  It practically tore out his heart.

	“Okay okay.  Jeeze.  That look will be the end of me, I swear,” he said, then laughed when Sammie asked if her mother had used ‘the look’ on him, “Ooh yeah.  It was super effective.”  It was then that he turned his gaze to Sammie and saw she had donned a black apron with pink lip prints all over it.  What made him laugh in surprise though is that it had scrawled across it in hot pink letters, ‘Naked Apron Anyone?’  Immediately he looked to Whisper who was grinning devilishly from ear to ear.  He mouthed ‘you are so bad’ then went over to Sammie.  “Do you need help, Sammie?” he asked, the woman jumping a little, her head turning towards him, a blush on her cheeks.

	“No, no. I’ve got it just fine,” she replied quickly, ladling some soup into a thick plastic bowl and handing it to him.  “Here’s Mother’s,” she said and he nodded, taking it to the table and setting it down, smiling when Whisper gave a girly cheer.  “Here’s yours, Matthew,” Sammie added, drawing him back to her side to take the offered bowl.

      Soon they had all gotten a bowl and were seated at the table- for all of five seconds before Whisper suddenly pushed her chair back and went around the table from where she’d been sitting.  Matthew could only chuckle when she proceeded to plop her cute little rump down on his lap and purr as she rubbed her back against his chest and wiggled on his lap.  “Fine, fine.  You can sit on my lap,” he told her before nuzzling between her ears, smiling.
      
      They ate and chatted a bit between bites.  Matthew learned that Sammie had started to lose her vision at four and it had reached the point where it was stuck now when she’d turned ten.  She could sometimes make out shapes but was totally colorblind, so often the world was just a wash of grays for her, thus she almost always kept her eyes closed.  He also learned that she was nineteen and had chosen to stay and help around the house rather than fight with the system to get into a college that could work with her blindness.
      
      “Well I’m glad you’re here helping your mother out,” he told her, smiling as he rubbed Whisper’s sides while she finished her food.
      
      “I don’t know what she’d do without me.  Mother is so messy, like a child really,” there was affectionate teasing in her tone and she gave a soft giggle when she heard her mother’s mouthful-of-food reply.
      
      Whisper quickly swallowed and set her empty bowl in Matthew’s before leaning back against him fully, hugging his arms to her when he wrapped them around her.  “The reason I had a daughter was to clean up my messes,” she teased, “I spent nine months carrying you around in my belly.  The least you can do is pick up my socks.”
      
      “More like entire wardrobe,” came the quick fire response, making Matthew laugh.
      
      “It’s getting pretty late, I should probably head home,” he finally spoke up after seeing the time on the clock up on the wall.  It had gotten late so quickly it seemed and his parents were probably… Oh who was he kidding? They wouldn’t give a damn when he got home.
      
      “Wait! Um-“ Whisper bit her lip, looking from him to her daughter, then she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “Stay the night? Please?”  As she asked that, she pressed more against him, her small breasts smooshing against his chest.
      
      Matt gazed down into her pleading eyes with his silvery blue ones and considered her offer for all of a half a second before nodding and kissing her.  “Okay fine, I’ll stay,” he told her and she gave a little cheer, to which Sammie asked the cause of.
      
      “Oh err…” Whisper looked to him desperately, not knowing a polite way to say she was about to play bed bouncy with him.  He gave a shrug because how the hell was he supposed to know?  “Matt is…”
      
      “I’m going to be staying the night with your mother,” he said after giving a sigh.  Immediately Sammie blushed and tensed up, clearly at a loss for how to respond to that.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward.  There was just no way to say it without making it obvious.”  Sammie gave a nervous laugh and stood, gathering her bowl to take over to the sink.  She moved with a grace that bespoke that she knew the placement of every little thing in her world, her home.
      
      “T-try not to be too loud.  I’d like to be able to sleep tonight,” she spoke up as she washed her bowl, making Whisper blush intensely.
      
      “Oh don’t worry. You’ll sleep. Whether or not you have pervy dreams though, depends on how loud we are,” he told her, earning himself a smack on the chest from Whisper as she looked at him with open mouthed shock.  He gave a soft laugh as he also heard the bowl in Sammie hand clack against the single as she nearly dropped it.
      
      Whisper hopped off his lap then, sticking her tongue out at him while he stood and took their bowls over to Sammie at the sink.  He placed them in her waiting hands then pressed his hand against her back as he said softly, “Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”  She blushed then but still gave a little huff before proceeding to wash the dirty bowls.
      
      With that he turned to Whisper who was waiting for him, chewing on her lower lip and bouncing from foot to foot.  He gave her a smile and together, they went to her room on the second floor.  Before he’d even walked over to the bed, she’d closed and locked the bedroom door then dashed over and turned on her yHome, some Demon Hunter immediately playing over the speakers.  “Ooohh! I love this band,” he told her and she looked at him surprised then grinned and turned the volume up just a bit.
      
      “Good cause I’m going to fuck you to it,” she said with the devil’s grin, pulling off her purple spaghetti strap top an instant later before climbing up onto the bed.  “Come here, Stud,” she said, crooking her finger at him.
      
      “Yes Ma’am,” he replied with a grin, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, her eyes practically devouring him with a look so naughty on her childlike face.  She barely had time to unzip her skirt and wiggle out of it before he climbed up onto the bed and covered her body with his, kissing her passionately.  She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues wrestled, her legs wrapping loosely around his hips.
      
      They had kissed no more than a moment before he broke it and kissed down her body, eliciting little sighs of pleasure from her, then when he reached her damp panties, he pulled them off her and tossed them off the bed, getting his first real look at her little cunny.  “I’ve no idea how you had a baby,” he told her, “You’re crazy tight with not a stretch mark in sight.”  She blushed and swatted at him.
      
      “S-sammie was a small baby,” she replied, shifting a little under his gaze.
      
      Rather than say anything more, he dipped his head down, making her cry out in surprised delight as he rasped his tongue along her slit.  He could taste his seed on her, which wasn’t surprising considering they had already had sex twice today.  Even with that said though, he was rock hard in the jeans he still wore, ready to fill her up a third time.  Maybe a fourth too.  Whisper clutched at his hair and moaned, her back arched and her hips rocking as he proceeded to eat her out, his tongue working against her little cunny in ways that had her panting in no time flat and much wetter.
      
      “D-don’t tease,” she begged but instantly whined when he took his mouth away from her, her hands slipping from his hair despite attempting to grab at it and pull him back.  He rose up on his knees between her legs and gazed into her lusty eyes as he licked his lips and slowly unfastened his pants.  Seeing that look, she sat up quickly and took his cock into her mouth the second he had it free, making him gasp and toss his head back.
      
      She took him deeper than she had in her car, no awkward positioning this time to get in the way.  He could feel the tip of his long, thick canine cock bending down the back of her throat a couple of times, making him moan with need.  She’d just deep throated him a fourth time when he gently pushed her back and removed his pants and boxers quickly.  While he did, she turned and got on her knees, dropping her head as she hugged a pillow, wagging her cute little rump at him.  “Fuck me!”
      
      “Yes!” was his only reply before kneeling behind her and taking her hips in his hands.  He lined himself up then thrust in deep, causing her to bite the pillow to muffle her cry of pleasure.  He knew he should be gentle, considering that she was smaller than any other woman he’d slept with, but even though he tried to be, she pushed her ass back against his hips harder, urging him on.  Her tail even wrapped around his waist to keep him from pulling too far away.  “I’m not some little girl.  Fuck me!” she growled at him, which was hilarious considering she was indeed a little girl, in body at least.
      
      He growled in response as he started fucking her faster, harder, hips slapping against her ass with an intent force.  He could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix with every other thrust, could feel her tighten up even more around him every time he did, but from the sounds of her moans and the way she gazed back at him while biting that pillow was all he needed to know.  He wasn’t hurting her, and in fact she wanted more than he was giving.  He slapped her little rump hard, causing her to release the pillow and give a cry, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vice before spasming around him, her orgasm hitting her so hard and fast that it stole away her breath and made her eyes roll up a little.
      
      While she shook and shuddered beneath him, he did not relent in thrusting into her vise like pussy, feeling like she’d lock him in place if he didn’t keep moving.  It was this moment that he really wished his cock had a knot so he could force it into her and stretch her even more than he already was, but alas he’d been born without one, so all he could do was fuck her like no one’s business.  “C-cum in me,” she begged, drawing his gaze from watching his cock plunging in and out of her pussy to her eyes.  There was this primal need there, one he could not deny.  It triggered his climax as if flipping a switch and he cried out, pushing his hips tight against hers while his cock throbbed inside her.

      Cord after thick cord of his seed pumped into her, filling her up to overflowing and it was only after the last spasm faded that he sank down on his side beside her, still buried deep.  She wiggled against him a bit, purring as she rubbed her back against his chest.  “Thank you,” she whispered, turning her head up towards him, smiling when he claimed her lips with a kiss.
      
      “No, thank you, Hun,” he whispered back as he wrapped an arm around her, which she hugged lightly before shifting.  They both gave a groan when he slid out of her but when she snuggled close to him and kissed his chest, he smiled.  “Uncomfortable sweetie?” he asked to which she smiled, though she didn’t look up at him.
      
      “Yes, but in all the right ways,” she replied, growing so quiet then he’d assumed she’d fallen asleep, but then she kissed his chest again and whispered so quietly he had to strain to hear it over the music still playing, “I’m so glad I met you.”
      
      “And I you,” he replied as he slid his fingers into her white hair with its black and blue stripes, cupping the back of her head and tilting it back before kissing her softly, sweetly.