| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tThe tiger sat at the back of his crimson Mercedes, drinking water and looking outside the window; Carlyle had intended to do this from a long time, and today was the day. It wasn’t as easy, however; he knew what he was doing wasn’t precisely legal, but when you have money and powerful friends, legality stops being much of a problem. The car was definitely way to nice to be in that kind of neighborhood, as many people stared in awe as the expensive car passed by. It was then, when Carlyle saw him, a young deer boy, probably not older than 7; he was very malnourished, his fur was dirty, and he only wore an old and dirty white cloth. Carlyle then told his driver to stop the car, and once it was parked, Carlyle stepped out of the car and started to walk towards the deer. The boy was rummaging through the trash, trying to find some food; Carlyle felt disgust as he saw the deer boy eating a rotting apple. As he got closer, the deer boy looked his way, Carlyle had to admit he felt astonished by the beauty of those big green eyes; there was such innocence on them… Carlyle knelt down, and the intense stench of the boy hit his nose, the boy has clearly never taken a bath before. - “Where are your parents little boy?”- the deer only replied in with a confused look, and so the tiger started to question if the boy could even speak. – “hmm… can you talk, huh?”- the boy answered with random noises and badly said words that made no sense; the tiger had his response. “we’re going to have to fix that”, he thought. – “uh, mommy, daddy?”- apparently the boy understood those words; the boy started to make what seemed like random moves, until the tiger noticed the boy was apparently mimicking what seemed to be someone stabbing something. The tiger understood. He couldn’t help but grin a bit, this was perfect, way too perfect in fact, the tiger extended his paw to the boy, who grabbed it, after that, Carlyle took the boy into his expensive car. Once inside, he pulled his phone out of his suit and made a call, -“Franco, could you prepare a bathtub please?-. ---------------------------------------- A few minutes later, they arrived into the tiger’s penthouse mansion; a very modernized house; the walls were all painted black and white, and all the products inside the house clearly seemed of very high quality and cost. - “Antoine, please call judge Hans, tell him I want the papers I asked him ready as soon as possible…” the butler nodded and pulled out his phone. As the butler made the call, Carlyle called in another butler; while all this was happening, the deer boy was looking around the house in awe, he felt specially fascinated by the giant windows of the living room, the deer looked out to the many lights of the city, the many buildings, the noises, all of that were so strange to him. Just then, the butler Carlyle was speaking with, walked towards the deer; a young hawk, probably on his early 20’s, he took the deer carefully into his arms; due to the state the deer was in, the hawk didn’t require many efforts to pick him up, in fact, he was a bit surprised at how light the boy was. The Hawk then carried the boy into the nearest bathroom; a fancy bathtub at the far end of the bathroom was filled with steamy hot water. He took the boy down and removed the dirty cloth from him. Then he picked the boy up again and walked towards the bathtub, lowering him towards the water, but then the boy started to squirm and yell, apparently scared of it. -“don’t worry hon, it’s just water, see?”- The hawk placed his winged hand into the water, that had now cooled down enough for the hawk to bathe the kid, and picked up a bit to pour it in the deer’s arm, the boy then calmed down and instead started looking at the water with curiosity. The Hawk lowered the boy into the water, and grabbed a soap, meanwhile, the boy started laughing and playing with the water; the hawk gave the boy a warm smile as he cleaned him. After the boy had been thoroughly cleaned, the hawk dressed the deer into fancy pajamas. He then picked up the boy and carried him into the dinning room, there, the tiger waited for their arrival; as he saw them entering, Carlyle then proceeded to sit down on the dining table, there, plates filled with food were placed by Antoine. On the left was perfect Greek salad, for the boy; on the other hand, a medium rare steak, for the tiger. The Hawk placed the boy into a chair, grabbed a fork, and started feeding him. The very hungry deer vigorously ate the salad, and when it was almost over, Antoine placed yet another plate, this time it was a mozzarella and tomato salad. It took over 3 plates more to finally fill up the kid. Carlyle however, only ate the single plate of steak. Once finished, he observed the boy as he ate. He was captivated by him, such pure innocence behind that appearance, he felt a bit of sorry for him, as he looked at his face, “how many cold nights had the deer spent without anything to eat?” he asked himself, but then he noticed what he was doing. He was feeling sorry for him. No, this wasn’t his plan, he couldn’t get attached to him. Carlyle waited until the kid was done with his food, and then, asked the two butlers to leave. He picked up the kid this time, and brought him into his bedroom. He removed the pajamas out of him, and placed him in the bed. He looked at the boy, up and down, he noticed how his ribs were showing, the baby tummy he still had, the small uncut penis resting on top of two small balls. This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? Yes, Carlyle penis started to grow erect as he stared at his “pray”. He was going to give the deer a home, food, everything he wanted, and in exchange, the boy was going to become his personal slut. The tiger expected the boy to be scared, but he only gave the tiger curious looks. Carlyle then moved his hand down and started massaging the boy’s belly, a small moan of approval leaved the mouth of the young deer. He then moved his hand further down, and started to caress the deer’s small package. The more he touched, the harder it got. The deer was now very confused, this was probably his first erection. The tiger then lowered his head between the boy’s legs, and started to lick it. Moans of pleasure resounded through the mansion; the tiger kept sucking for minutes, only stopping to masturbate him. The foreskin of the deer was very tight, the first time he pulled it down, the boy let out a whine, as probably this was the first time somebody pulled it down. The tiger then licked and sucked the now bare tip. After a while, Carlyle moved downward, and started to lick at the deer’s small virgin pucker. He enjoyed rimming the boy’s hole, circling his tongue, pressing against it, until the tongue actually penetrated it. The tiger then rimmed inside it, going as far as he could with his tongue. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to fuck him. Carlyle pulled the tongue out of him, and positioned himself between his legs. He looked down, and once again, he was greeted with the curious face of the boy, however, this time, there was also lust in the boys eyes. He grabbed a bottle of lube he had in nightstand, opened it up, and poured a bit into his finger. He lubed the boy’s tight ring, and the pressed until his finger entered. He thrusted his fingers in and out, preparing the boy for what was about to come. He pulled the finger out, and now poured the lube into his paw, proceeding to coat his rock hard erection. After he was all lubed up he positioned his penis at the boy’s entrance. But as he was about to fuck the deer. He couldn’t… He looked at those green eyes… At the beautiful innocence they projected… “Goddammit”- cursed the tiger in silence, as he lowered himself to tightly embrace the kid. Carlyle kissed the boy with passion. And then they both embraced. They both slept together, in their arms. ---------------------------------- - “Carlyle?”- the tiger was snapped out of his memories. He looked down at the now teenage deer, who was giving him a blow job. He had changed and grown so much over the years, his body was now in way better shape, gaining a lot of mass and muscle, his antlers even started to grow that year. Three days after Carlyle picked him up from the street, he made arrangements with his friend Hans to adopt the deer as his own son. - “huh? Ah, sorry Alex, I was… remembering stuff.”- said Carlyle, letting a soft moan as Alexander licked his urethra; his “soft spot”. - “happy memories?” asked Alexander with a silly smile, Carlyle then pulled the boy up, and kissed him. - “happy memories.”- \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t