Baseball was not Alex’s sport of choice. Having played tennis ever since she was young, she was conditioned to think that all other racket/bat-based sports were inferior. She wasn’t wrong, though; badminton was too easy, table tennis was too hard, and baseball seemed stupid. To the tigress, any sport with a trading card scene wasn’t truly a sport. Her father, the person who wanted her to play tennis, compared sports with trading cards to “That silly game those nerds from Japan like to play, Pokimans or whatever.” He meant Pokémon, of course, but as a parent, it was his duty to mispronounce any and every form of media meant for the younger generation.
“I don’t do baseball, it’s lame,” the tigress shrugged her shoulders and brought her can of Diet Coke to her lips for a sip. After a big gulp that was followed by a refreshing sigh, she turned to look at her friend Tara who had suggested she sign up for the local women’s team.
Tara was Alex’s only friend in the small seaside town that Alex visited almost every summer. Not only was it a quiet town with a population a fraction of the size of Alex’s megacity hometown, but the people there were often a bit cold to part-time residents who came in, snatched up the houses in the area, and drove the cost of living up. Tara, a cheetah who worked as a lifeguard on the main beach where Alex’s house just so happened to be, was a little cold toward her at first, too, but when Alex had a little surfing accident where only her board resurfaced, Tara had no choice but to be her friend at that moment. After carrying the seaweed-entangled tigress out of the water, giving her chest compressions, and mouth-to-mouth, the tigress couched up the salty sea water and looked up at her savior and said, “Heyyyy, at least buy me a drink first.” The tigress coughed, smiled through the burning pain in her throat, and continued to expel saltwater and seaweed chunks out of her mouth.
The cheetah was a little annoyed by the cheesy and flirtatious line delivered by the salt water-marinated tigress and rolled her eyes at her. But she smiled, too, even if it was a very small smile that only curled the left side of her lip. And that smile meant the tigress had been able to melt her cold, cold local beach town resident’s heart.
“Why not? You’re a god at hitting balls, the only real difference is this will be with a bat instead of a racket. Plus, it’ll give you something to do for the summer other than make me drink on the job.” Tara chuckled as she brought a beer to her lips, took a quick swig from the bottle, and set it down in the makeshift holder she had dug in the sand for it.
Alex took offense to the accusation that she was forcing the spotted cat to drink on duty and furrowed her brows at her. “Oh, shut up, I brought soda! You brought those beers.”
Tara took another swig of her beer and waggled her eyebrows at Alex to taunt her, after a large gulp that sounded like it hurt to swallow, she let out a refreshed sigh and turned the bottle around in her hand to read its label. “Yeah, but if you weren’t here, I’d be in the tower watching over the beach and keeping it safe. You’re a bad influence.”
The tiger nodded slowly at the cheetah’s ludicrous claims. “Uh-huh… The lifeguard tower where you have a fridge full of beer.” Alex brought her Coke can to her lips, took another sip, and turned her attention to the ocean in front of them. It was a great day to relax on the beach; the sun was shining, the waves were big enough to surf on but calm enough to swim in, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The only negative thing about a bright and sunny day at the beach was the seagulls who thought they were entitled to every piece of food on the beach. Their caws really added to the Hollywood-esque beach feel though.
Alex stared at the waves as they crashed onto the beach for about a minute before Tara threw the screw cap of her beer bottle at her to get her attention. The cap hit the tigress right on the snout and she turned to look at the cheetah with a disgruntled look on her face.
“So, what do you say?” Tara raised her brows at her friend. The spotted cat’s insistence seemed a little bit off to the tigress considering that the cheetah wasn’t even on the team herself. But maybe it was a small-town thing, where she knew the team captain and promised to help put out some feelers. It still didn’t sit right with the tigress, though, and she decided that if she was going to agree to play a sport that her father would be judgmental of, she needed to know what the cheetah was planning.
“What’s in it for you? Why are you so determined to get me to join?” Alex narrowed her eyes, not quite to a squint, but enough to show Tara that she was suspicious of her.
Tara, half expecting the tigress to agree just to get her to stop asking her, was surprised when she pried into her reasons. Backed into a corner with nowhere to go and no excuse that she could bring up to quench the tigress’s suspicions, she downed the rest of her beer, set the empty bottle aside, and let out a big half-burp half-sigh.
“Nothing! I just want you to be part of our community. You’ve been coming here for what, three years now? And I’m your only friend here,” Tara shrugged her shoulders, turned to face Alex completely, and dusted the sand off of the bare fur on her legs. Alex, who was leaning on her arms and taking in the sun on her bikini-clad figure, watched as the cheetah adjusted her seating position with a curiously raised eyebrow. She could feel the real reason coming.
“Annnnnnnnnd my brother is on the men’s team and I’d really like to see him and his band of batters lose for a change, he’s getting a liiiiiittle too smug about it.” Tara let out a chuckle and smiled as the thought of his brother’s team losing the upcoming game entered her head. Alex was a great tennis player and she was a quick learner when it came to surfing; So, Tara had no doubt in her mind that the tigress would be able to pull off baseball and knock her brother’s smugness down a notch.
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“I don’t do baseball, it’s lame,” the tigress shrugged her shoulders and brought her can of Diet Coke to her lips for a sip. After a big gulp that was followed by a refreshing sigh, she turned to look at her friend Tara who had suggested she sign up for the local women’s team.
Tara was Alex’s only friend in the small seaside town that Alex visited almost every summer. Not only was it a quiet town with a population a fraction of the size of Alex’s megacity hometown, but the people there were often a bit cold to part-time residents who came in, snatched up the houses in the area, and drove the cost of living up. Tara, a cheetah who worked as a lifeguard on the main beach where Alex’s house just so happened to be, was a little cold toward her at first, too, but when Alex had a little surfing accident where only her board resurfaced, Tara had no choice but to be her friend at that moment. After carrying the seaweed-entangled tigress out of the water, giving her chest compressions, and mouth-to-mouth, the tigress couched up the salty sea water and looked up at her savior and said, “Heyyyy, at least buy me a drink first.” The tigress coughed, smiled through the burning pain in her throat, and continued to expel saltwater and seaweed chunks out of her mouth.
The cheetah was a little annoyed by the cheesy and flirtatious line delivered by the salt water-marinated tigress and rolled her eyes at her. But she smiled, too, even if it was a very small smile that only curled the left side of her lip. And that smile meant the tigress had been able to melt her cold, cold local beach town resident’s heart.
“Why not? You’re a god at hitting balls, the only real difference is this will be with a bat instead of a racket. Plus, it’ll give you something to do for the summer other than make me drink on the job.” Tara chuckled as she brought a beer to her lips, took a quick swig from the bottle, and set it down in the makeshift holder she had dug in the sand for it.
Alex took offense to the accusation that she was forcing the spotted cat to drink on duty and furrowed her brows at her. “Oh, shut up, I brought soda! You brought those beers.”
Tara took another swig of her beer and waggled her eyebrows at Alex to taunt her, after a large gulp that sounded like it hurt to swallow, she let out a refreshed sigh and turned the bottle around in her hand to read its label. “Yeah, but if you weren’t here, I’d be in the tower watching over the beach and keeping it safe. You’re a bad influence.”
The tiger nodded slowly at the cheetah’s ludicrous claims. “Uh-huh… The lifeguard tower where you have a fridge full of beer.” Alex brought her Coke can to her lips, took another sip, and turned her attention to the ocean in front of them. It was a great day to relax on the beach; the sun was shining, the waves were big enough to surf on but calm enough to swim in, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The only negative thing about a bright and sunny day at the beach was the seagulls who thought they were entitled to every piece of food on the beach. Their caws really added to the Hollywood-esque beach feel though.
Alex stared at the waves as they crashed onto the beach for about a minute before Tara threw the screw cap of her beer bottle at her to get her attention. The cap hit the tigress right on the snout and she turned to look at the cheetah with a disgruntled look on her face.
“So, what do you say?” Tara raised her brows at her friend. The spotted cat’s insistence seemed a little bit off to the tigress considering that the cheetah wasn’t even on the team herself. But maybe it was a small-town thing, where she knew the team captain and promised to help put out some feelers. It still didn’t sit right with the tigress, though, and she decided that if she was going to agree to play a sport that her father would be judgmental of, she needed to know what the cheetah was planning.
“What’s in it for you? Why are you so determined to get me to join?” Alex narrowed her eyes, not quite to a squint, but enough to show Tara that she was suspicious of her.
Tara, half expecting the tigress to agree just to get her to stop asking her, was surprised when she pried into her reasons. Backed into a corner with nowhere to go and no excuse that she could bring up to quench the tigress’s suspicions, she downed the rest of her beer, set the empty bottle aside, and let out a big half-burp half-sigh.
“Nothing! I just want you to be part of our community. You’ve been coming here for what, three years now? And I’m your only friend here,” Tara shrugged her shoulders, turned to face Alex completely, and dusted the sand off of the bare fur on her legs. Alex, who was leaning on her arms and taking in the sun on her bikini-clad figure, watched as the cheetah adjusted her seating position with a curiously raised eyebrow. She could feel the real reason coming.
“Annnnnnnnnd my brother is on the men’s team and I’d really like to see him and his band of batters lose for a change, he’s getting a liiiiiittle too smug about it.” Tara let out a chuckle and smiled as the thought of his brother’s team losing the upcoming game entered her head. Alex was a great tennis player and she was a quick learner when it came to surfing; So, Tara had no doubt in her mind that the tigress would be able to pull off baseball and knock her brother’s smugness down a notch.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Tiger
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Wait is that a pawprint on the cheetah tail?
Either way, spots and stripes are always a good combination~
Either way, spots and stripes are always a good combination~
It is! And if you put his paw print tail to Alex's hip paw print, they become connected like LEGO.
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