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Best Friend’s Boyfriend Test-Drive

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Alex and Aurora had been friends for a while now, the tigress had met her through the cheetah’s brother Ashton when she tagged along with him to a family Christmas dinner back when she frequently rode his dick. And while Ashton was the only Porter she dated, she slept through the entirety of the Porter siblings like Leonardo DiCaprio and the 2017 catalog of Victoria’s Secret models. The Porters were a funny little family, very sexual, maybe it was a cheetah thing? Alex had no idea. But hey, she did end up getting one heck of a best friend out of that family, even if her dating prospects with one of them seemed to be rocky at times.

“We aren’t broken up!” Alex said defensively as she shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at Aurora. “We’re just on a break! On and off, we’ve done that a lot.” The tigress shook her head and gave the cheetah a slightly annoyed look as if to say “THE AUDACITY”.

Aurora nodded her head and raised her hands up as if she was surrendering to the cops. “Alright, alright, sorry, I was just asking. It’s just, my brother has been all mopey lately and he won’t tell me anything.” The platinum-blonde-haired cheetah scratched at an itch underneath her collar as she looked awkwardly at her tiger friend that she might have upset. Her ears drooped down slightly as she leaned her back against the couch and sunk deeper into its cushions.

The mention of Ashton being mopey and sad made Alex’s expression shift from annoyance to that of sadness and concern; she frowned and her eyebrows furrowed together. “Really?” the tigress tilted her head to the side ever so slightly as she leaned forward from the couch to put her elbows on her thighs and put her chin on her intertwined hands. She went silent for a few seconds and stared off into the TV in front of them that was playing some weird Japanese game show where the contestants had to guess which door was real and try to jump into it. Alex watched as a woman failed miserably in her attempt, picking the wrong door and slamming her entire body into a solid wall that was just made to look like one. Normally, she would have laughed, but she was a little bit worried about Ashton.

“I don’t get it, he’s the one who said he wanted a break.” The tigress let out a defeated sigh and leaned back against the couch. With her brow still furrowed and full of confusion, she turned to Aurora for an answer. She was his sister, she spent a whole lot of her life with him, and maybe she knew something Alex didn’t.

When Alex’s almost helpless gaze fell upon her, Aurora started to panic. “Don’t look at me! I have no idea what is happening with him. It’s not like we live together anymore, I’m just saying I saw him looking kind of sad so I was wondering if you, my best friend, were cruel enough to crush my brother’s heart.” She teased.

“I would never do that and you know it.” Alex got defensive again and grumbled. She turned away from the cheetah and pulled her phone out of her pocket to text him. But as she opened up her texting app and tapped into the conversation between herself and “Ashie 💖”, she hesitated. She hovered her thumbs over her phone’s keyboard and chewed on her lower lip as she tried to think of what to send to him. But after about a minute, she let out a sigh, locked her phone, and dropped it into the gap between her thighs.

A break was a break, Alex was going to give him the space he needed.

The tigress turned her attention to the TV again and watched the game show. This time, when a contestant’s body slammed into a false door, she was able to laugh a little bit more.

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There was something about Japanese game shows that tickled the cruel side that everyone had. The contestants were tortured physically and psychologically, all for the viewer’s entertainment. It was slightly messed up at times, but it also looked like a good amount of fun to be a contestant, too.

“Would you ever go on a show like that?” Aurora asked Alex as she reached for the bowl of popcorn in the tigress’s lap. She tossed the crunchy kernels into her mouth and chewed on them as the credits for the first episode of the game show rolled.

The tigress turned to her cheetah friend and furrowed her brow. “Yes, are you kidding me? It looks like a lot of fun. This type of stuff and Wipeout are my JAM.” Alex had an aura of excitement that radiated from her and her eyes wandered off just beyond the cheetah into the distance as she daydreamed about being on such a show. After about 5 seconds, she snapped herself out of it, brought her gaze back to her best friend’s, and redirected the same question back at her.

“Would you?” the tigress tilted her head.

Aurora shook her head very quickly, “Nu-uh, not for me. That stuff has to hurt, right?” The cheetah let out a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. She turned her gaze away from the tigress to look at the TV as the next episode of the game show played. Alex did the same, too, completely hooked on the show even if she had no idea what they were saying. The show didn’t come with subtitles or a dub, but the premise was simple enough that none of that was really necessary.

Alex dug around the bottom of her bowl of popcorn for the half-popped kernels as she continued watching Japanese people getting themselves hurt for money.

Suddenly, a soft jingle came from Aurora’s tits.

The cheetah stuck her hand down her top to grab her phone from in between her boobs. When she pulled it out, she held it up to her face to unlock it, then investigated the source of the sound. It was a text message from her boyfriend; Asher.

Alex tried her best not to be nosey about notification sounds coming from phones that weren’t hers, whenever she was riding a particularly packed train, she found herself sneakily snooping on her fellow passenger’s messages every time they were close enough for her to read. She couldn’t help it! A lot of the time, the messages were scandalous and spicy, she never understood how some people could be so nonchalant about sending dick documents or pussy photographs on a packed rush hour train of all places. Not that Alex was complaining; it was pretty entertaining, especially on the incredibly long commutes that she used to take to and from work. She hadn’t been on a commute like that in a long time though, her security would never allow it, but hearing Aurora’s text tone and giving her a little bit of side-eye trying to catch what was on her phone took her back.

She didn’t need to snoop to know who texted her, however. “Is that Asher?” Alex asked as she scooped more of the unpopped popcorn kernels into her mouth. She turned to look at Aurora with a grin spread across her lips as she open-mouth chewed on her snack like a barbarian.

Aurora nodded in response to Alex, but then furrowed her brows and turned to look at her before even reading the text message that her dog boyfriend had sent. “How did you know?” the cheetah’s face morphed into a confused expression and she squinted her eyes as her suspicions about the tigress sticking her nose into her business grew.

Alex shrugged her shoulders, “Oh, come on, everyone knows you and Asher are dating, and the only notifications you get on your phone are either from Clash of Clans, or Asher,” the tigress pointed a very accusatory finger in the cheetah’s direction. “And the look on your face, when it’s Clash of Clans, is not that.” The tigress turned her attention back to the TV just in time to see one of the contestants getting the wind knocked out of them by a big rubber ball being shot at them from a cannon.

Aurora didn’t even realize she was smiling when she saw that she got a text from Asher, but when Alex called her out on it, her smile quickly went away, and when she felt the shift in her facial muscles, she realized that Alex was right. Her smile came back when she turned back to her phone to finally read the text message.

Once she read it, her smile grew even wider, and even though Alex wasn’t even looking at her, she commented. “What’d he say?”

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  • Maybe the resolution "feels sooo good" right now, but surely can't say the same about her poor neck after that head turn >.>

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  • Okay, I'm gonna start making a separate tag for pay-walled stories bc honestly, this shit is getting on my nerves.

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  • pervypichu said:
    Okay, I'm gonna start making a separate tag for pay-walled stories bc honestly, this shit is getting on my nerves.

    Same, I almost blacklisted Alex Marx for that reason alone.

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  • donaldsduck said:

    Same, I almost blacklisted Alex Marx for that reason alone.

    I understand you. Usually, when there is text under a picture, it describes and explains what is happening in the image. But in the case of Alex Marx, the huge text describes anything other than what is depicted. At first, you are attracted by an interesting drawing, but after reading the text, you get a spoiled mood and irritation, which naturally transfers to the character Alex Marx, the attitude towards which changes from positive to negative.

    In addition, all big stories have one problem: “where there should be a comic there is only one picture” — such feelings arise after honoring a wall of text. And personally, I usually ignore large texts under pictures — it takes too much time to read them.

    And one more thing: the texts to Alex Marx (at least those posted here) seem to me too drawn out, containing a lot of unnecessary things. And I think they can be greatly reduced and made more concise.

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  • kot_ehot said:
    I understand you. Usually, when there is text under a picture, it describes and explains what is happening in the image. But in the case of Alex Marx, the huge text describes anything other than what is depicted. At first, you are attracted by an interesting drawing, but after reading the text, you get a spoiled mood and irritation, which naturally transfers to the character Alex Marx, the attitude towards which changes from positive to negative.

    In addition, all big stories have one problem: “where there should be a comic there is only one picture” — such feelings arise after honoring a wall of text. And personally, I usually ignore large texts under pictures — it takes too much time to read them.

    And one more thing: the texts to Alex Marx (at least those posted here) seem to me too drawn out, containing a lot of unnecessary things. And I think they can be greatly reduced and made more concise.

    You may enjoy dawn (darkjester) her images sometimes have storys under and there great

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