Lily has a secret.
No, it’s not that her first name is actually Tiger-Lily.
No, it’s not that she’s struggled with anorexia throughout her life.
To see her it’s obvious.
Nor is it that she’s had to hide her true self to please her ex-boyfriends.
Lily was a tiger, her grandma had told her.
”You’re a tiger, Lily”, her grandmother would often say it to her during bad times.
And Lily had so many bad times.
Lily was a predator.
Though you’d never guess it if you looked at her.
She was a waif-like, very petite, thin, her hair was black, longish and curly.
Her slight curves were hidden behind her hoodies and jumpers, hiding her pale body and scars. She would often dress to reveal as little skin as she could.
She worked as a software developer for an app company, the money was okay but not brilliant.
She was glad that it was enough to pay the rent and for food and bills. Nothing extravagant was ever spent, nor did she desire anything.
She would go home and put something in the microwave and half eat it and leave the rest to eat at work the following day while watching whatever garbage there was on Netflix.
This Lily wasn’t Lily.
Not how she saw herself at all.
This Lily made sure that everything ticked over nicely, the Lily who aimed to please, the Lily who would always want to hide away.
Lily had a boyfriend once, she had met him and dated since high school.
She used to dye her hair every hue that became fashionable and dress in a way to catch his eye.
She herself was never enough. The girls with curves and with their hair styled and who wore nicer clothes and looked like they had a tan always caught his eye.
Lily had once dyed herself blonde and then wore more revealing clothes but it revealed more than she wanted, people often saying how thin she looked and how she had cuts and how pale she looked.
It felt too cruel to be laughed at when all she wanted to be was like the girls he liked.
She could never keep up no matter what she did.
He was always too busy looking elsewhere. And not at Lily. Lily felt like she should be grateful that a boy would even look at her and touch her.
And when he did touch her, it was never enough
Lily would feel herself go lower and lower. The predator would let out a low moan. It wasn’t enough either.
Lily and the predator would hunger more
The predator would look at her with disgust. And Lily would look back and feel nothing but shame….and something that was missing that she felt should be part of herself but that wasn’t there
And when her worthless boyfriend wasn’t looking elsewhere, he was obsessing over collectibles, fucking around the courts in town with his weird and douchey friends, cheating on her with another one of her “friends”, and making her feel like she couldn’t give him what he wanted.
She put up with him for years.
But what did he want from her?
Because it never felt real the whole time. and it’s not like he ever asked for anything in return except to have sex with her when no one else was interested.
It was him in the end who decided to leave her behind.
And Lily felt nothing but relief. She was told by what was left of her friends that they were devastated for her. And asked her if she was okay and if she was hurting.
Lily just said that she felt fine. The predator would watch Lily from afar, and wait for her next move.
She struggled to recall him ever buying her a present she liked. She looked in her bedroom at the stuff that she bought herself to please him.
All of it did not feel real. The Lily over the past few years was not the real Lily nor did she feel any more real now he was gone at last.
She sat on her bed and gathered the stuff up that she didn’t like that he insisted she returned. Lily was all too happy to pack it up but it left the bedroom with a distinct emptiness that could easily be seen.
Lily was all too comfortable with the emptiness, as it hadn’t been something she was unfamiliar with. And it was all too obvious to see here. Lily decided she would move on and concentrate on her study.
the predator waited for Lily. Lily could feel the presence of the predator whenever she was alone sometimes and she would do as she did before and she would reach lower and lower, until the predator let out is low moan and growl and when Lily was finally tired to carry on.
Lily was anorexic throughout her teen years and was recovering from it throughout her adulthood.
In her childhood, especially through high school, her weight shed from her. The stress of trying to please the shitbag had affected her more than she would admit.
A passing remark from a girl about her mother, the amount of food that would be packed into Lily’s box commented on, even portion sizes. Even girls that had nothing to do with Lily and hearing comments about other people.
High school was not a kind place for Lily.
Lily began to waste away during that period. Her so called boyfriend hadn’t even noticed in the few times they had sex.
It came to one point where Lily couldn’t eat solid food. Her lowest point.
And it was just before she had left school. She had concentrated solely on her studies and would remain in her room. Plates of food and would be hidden in her drawers or under the bed.
A packet of chips, a few biscuits and some fizzy drinks would be enough sustenance for her, she could concentrate all of her time on moving on and into college.
She’d hide her anorexia from her family.
They couldn’t understand. And wouldn’t.
Her mom knew. And would tidy the room constantly when Lily wasn’t there. Lily hadn’t been the same since that good-for-nothing shitbag had dumped her and moved on. But how could she talk to her about this? She was always so distant now.
And then one day, Lily could no longer move on.
She had collapsed at school during Science, the teacher went into a blind panic and Lauren who had been sitting next to her cried out for help.
And then she was admitted to hospital and placed on numerous drip feeds.
Her grandmother, not the strongest of women, was able to pick her up.
Lily remembered, her grandmother feeding her through a bottle as she couldn’t take solid food, she lay rested on her grandmother.
She had seen in a mirror close to the bed how shrunken and grown pale she was; her grandmother looked full of life in comparison.
She remembered her grandmother’s words as she had always said them, “you’re a tiger, Lily”
you’re a tiger, Lily
The predator was silent now, had moved on somewhere different. Maybe had left her.
Lily felt more empty than she had even felt with her ex. She could no longer live with the hollow feeling.
Lily hated this Lily the most.
Even now it brings her to tears thinking back to then.
This drove Lily to study harder than she had, choose a career that would have consistent income, and live her life in the most safe way she could.
The predator and its roaring and growling felt distant like echoes. It was like the predator was there circling elsewhere, uninterested in Lily. But waiting for something to happen
Her studies and dedication to it didn’t lead to a satisfying life though. She didn’t have any exciting or juicy college tales!! Her grades were good, better than she had in high school.
But there was nothing about Lily’s time there that she remembered.
She had a few friends, college was unexciting and uneventful.
Too many boneheads that reminded her of her ex. No one stood out. And she wasn’t even halfway through her twenties either!!
She was always aware of the predator. It had never stopped stalking her. And all it did was watch her.
Her own movements were uninteresting, the predator would not be interested either.
A number of disappointments did follow her. Especially when she
When her medical record was discussed at work, it was like the cotton wool would come out to protect her. It felt like a watchful eye would come over her, making sure her snack bowl would be filled.
She had also dated a few of her co-workers. They turned out to be just like her ex-boyfriend from school.
Except it felt like she had become aware of what their projection of her was.
She did what she could to please them. But nothing was really done to please her.
And it never lasted long. Her lack of enthusiasm was obvious to the men she dated, they could pick up on her lack of interest.
Politely moving through the motions.
She was boring to them.
She was boring granted she’d admit that but she was bored too.
She was as flat as a board. A flat surface that went with a flat body to perfectly lay a projection over. Project a fantasy onto her and just like that she may as well have been a sounding board pretending to be a woman.
It felt like her suitors were more interested in the idea of her being their girlfriend than the idea of Lily as a person being their girlfriend.
A board to project your desire……but not mine………
you’re a tiger, Lily. Don’t you forget it. You’re as strong as anyone else. Even in these times……
It was one night after what was a particularly awkward shift at work (and a date that went nowhere) that she rediscovered the silent predator.
She thought it had gone for good.
But it lay undercover, waiting for the perfect moment as any predator waits for the perfect chance to kill.
And the chance had come unexpectedly.
Foal-in-a-Can!!! By Gacha-Go!!! Will you catch a special fluffy??!! Find out!!!
A vending machine with those foal in the cans? Lily had heard about these machines.
She remembered the original tag line for the machines, “Instant, canned love” (this was before foal on demand for whatever you demand became a thing).
A foal.
Can.
Instant love?
Demand?
And then Lily had a thought, an idea had entered her head.
It had revealed itself to her. And it’s look pierced through Lily, it began to move towards her and kept her intense gaze on Lily.
Lily felt guilty, ashamed, like she shouldn’t be out in public. She could feel the predator getting closer and closer. A strange feeling ran through her body. She felt breathless and an excitement and an eagerness and panick that whenever she swallowed the feeling went deeper into her, and began to grow and feel warmer and tingled.
It scared her a little bit but she felt a lot more excited. A feeling of excitement, she had to do this.
The predator knew what she wanted and kept a watchful and intense gaze on her, lips twitching with anticipation.
It shocked her she was going to do this.
Lily’s family were pretty fond of fluffies but she didn’t feel any particular desire for them (as a teen she loved K-Pop and RPG’s, not that her boyfriend, or anyone else had noticed.).
The debit card went into the machine.
Lily froze with anticipation.
She could feel the arms of the predator, her body behind her.
She was going to do this
PIN entered.
i’m going to do this. Something for me only
A can was dispensed. And a cute jingle.
Lily looked at it. A foal inside, newborn, tiny, suckling on an artificial teat and a catheter attached. The can was really clean!
Lily wasn’t really fond of how messy fluffies could be.
The predator began to look at the fluffy with curiosity. Such a morsel.
The foal inside was a bright green colour. Wingies. A cutie mark with a red heart on its hind leg. The can noted this was a filly. A tiny filly.
An average fluffy in other words (for Gacha-Go at least)
Gacha-Go were known to customise some foals, add cutie marks and other features.
This was a pretty standard fluffy for them. The rarer colours, feature, prettier colours, even accessories!
You would never know unless you bought one from the machine. The rarest were very desirable to say the least……
But Lily had herself a pretty average foal, something you’d expect from a regular foal-in-a-can.
perfect
She shivered with excitement. Her body felt cold and she felt the shiver of warm blood rushing through her body. It entered everywhere and she began to feel herself bite her lip.
………………
………………
The trip back home didn’t feel as long as it did normally. The foal was tidily in her bag, it looked like it was sleeping.
As she got in she took the can from the bag and released the foal. It began to chirp and chirp and chirp.
completely helpless
She detached the feeding tube with ease and placed a tissue on the floor to catch it’s poop. Considering it’s age, practically newborn, it wouldn’t move very far. If at all.
you’re a tiger, Lily. You’re really doing this!
Lily went into her bedroom and closed the curtains and through her bag on the bed. She’d deal with that shit later.
She began to strip her clothing off. Her trademark hoodie, then her skirt, shoes tights, and then she began to feel herself tear off the layers that she hid her body with.
She stood naked in front of her mirror. The predator was looking back intensely, it could see every thing of Lily’s body. Lily looked back at the predator in the mirror as fiercely as it’s gaze had met hers. Her body began to shiver with excitement.
She stood herself up straight, straightening her back. The predator looked taller, imposing.
She decided to tie her hair back to stop it getting in the way. The predator looked back and Lily could see the details of her face, the predator began to bare its teeth. A fierce look shot between them.
She looked over her body, starting from her toes she looked up inspecting every inch and every part of her.
Toes, knees, hips, her belly button, breasts…….ribs. She looked at her ribs and remembered how easily they showed through her skin.
Her body had white stripe like marks, scratches made by the predator years previously, long scratches made into stripe-like scars.
You’re a tiger Lily
Though they still could be seen she was happy enough she wasn’t completely skeletal, undesirable to look at.
At one time she couldn’t look at herself after a shower or bath.
She began to look into the mirror again after she had checked her body.
She looked at the eyes looking back.
She felt like she had always been fierce, like the predator looking back should be scared of her.
Lily stared back harder, reflecting back the ferocity.
The predator bared her teeth, so did Lily.
The beast’s eyes kept on Lily’s. Lily would match it’s fierceness.
The predator wanted to roar and as roar as loudly as it could. To be seen by its prey!! To bask in its glory.
But Lily was smarter, the prey would expect them…they had to catch the prey unexpectedly……she knew what she needed to do to silence the beast……
She made her hands into a claw.
She scratched down her chest to lower, and to lower.
To lower.
She began to curl her claw and dug into the beast………
The beast let out a hard grumble, hiding its roar. A feeling went through its body.
Lily kept her fierce gaze on the beast, her teeth biting her lip.
Her body tingled with excitement, the predator let out more grumbles, it wanted to roar.
Lily felt like she would let out a roar too, but she kept her voice to a low growl, looking back as fiercely as she could.
The beast would be sated……for now, it hungered……
you’re a tiger, Lily
She felt strong. And ready. And felt like she should no longer hide in her room.
She crawled out of the bedroom on all fours. She could hear her prey chirping.
Chirping.
So defenceless, who could possibly be around to save you?
The chirping continued and continued.
Was it trying to sing?
For mummeh? For milkies?
You’re only catching my attention.
My Prey! Meat……
Lily made slow movements towards the foal, wriggling on the floor now it’s legs trying to crawl for movement to something safe, some poop had covered the tissue. It’s aroma would give it away……
It would not be safe……so futile
She sniffed at the air………she could sense its movement, and her eyes darted towards the spot.
Her lips twitched and she began to feel herself wanting to bite them, lick them….
My prey identified. I hunger.
She began to make low growls, she moved more slowly…… and kept low to avoid being seen…….
She would catch her prey by surprise……she would embrace the foal in its moment of fear……that its short life was finally over…….
The predator would only bring death.
She came behind the foal now. Still writhing and wriggling, struggling……
Was it attempting to flee?
So defenceless and chirping and chirping.
Chirping.
It had foolishly attracted me, its hungry host………
Lily began to feel the excitement, she had bottled it up, she would save it for her pounce. When she was ready to reveal herself. She let out a low breath, she was trying to calm herself………
Lily began to encroach her prey, the chirping had settled and become more quiet. If it made a sudden movement, her strong back legs would pounce at the prey. Her behind was raised in the air and lowered to a position to balance and wait……she could feel her ass make a playful jiggle……she really wished she had a tail…….cats look so cute just before they pounce out………
What will you do prey?
She had revealed herself and she was no longer hiding now.
What will you do?
The foal began to murmur and chirp more. It could feel a warm presence close by?
Was this a Mummeh? Would it save Babbeh?
The Babbeh was so hungry……and cold……it really wanted it Mummeh……
Huggies, milkies………Mummeh, huggies, milkies…….
It had been in a warm place once…….but this was no warm place……
It could feel the pain of hunger and the sharp cold out here wherever this was……
Mummeh……
Save Babbeh……
Milkies…….
Mummeh………
There was something about the presence. The foal felt drawn to it…….
The foal could feel the presence of a human, it began to turn towards the presence……its new mummeh
The foal’s closed eyes had opened upon the sound of movement…….
Was this it?
A Mummeh not like Mummeh and warm place?
The Babbeh had to see……
It’s eyes widened in horror when it met the fierce gaze looking back……and the bared teeth…….
She began to flick at the foal, itself flinching away.
It chirped out loud upon impact of each flick.
It pooped out more….it was so scared!!!
Babbeh am for love and Huggies!!?
It could not speak. Was this a Munstah!!
You will have no chance…….you cannot escape me…….
The flicks turned to slaps. A sharp scratch caught the foal by surprise.
And a growl unlike anything it has ever heard.
It chirped loudly and loudly, panicking.
She pawed at the foal, now scrambling and wriggling. Lily took a small joy in hearing it’s cries.
She giggled as it attempted to wriggle and hug at her hands……was it trying to hug them?
The foal was so confused and frightened now, it could not escape from the Munstah……
That will not save you…….nothing can save you
i’ve got you where I want you
She laid herself on the floor, crossing her legs to hold her excitement…and she began to scratch at herself with her hand, and with the other hand, she picked up the foal by its neck, a careful pinch.
It would not escape her grip.
She began to run the foal across her body.
The foal had let out more shrieks and chirps, now very much in a state of panic.
It wasn’t able to speak out!!
It was so very scared, frightened and trembling. It let out a wail unlike anything it had before.
Lily licked her lips in anticipation.
Lily began to lick the foal on its cheek, took a nip on its cheek with her teeth.
Her other hand began to scratch at her body, she could feel the hand going lower and lower….
To lower
She began to growl at the foal, the foal had looked into her hard eyes…….and stopped wailing……another feeling had overcame it……
The foal pooped and pooped.
This was the end. The chirping had stopped now………
The foal had felt the sharp teeth of the Munstah…….
Babbeh am no nummies……
Or so it would’ve said if it could speak……
Lily dangled the foal above her open mouth, her teeth bared…….slowly lowering it down towards her tongue.
She kept the foal hovering over her mouth for a while.
An eternity to the foal…….and an instant.
She could clearly see the foal couldn’t poop any more……… and had cried itself out of tears.
The foals eyes peeped open at Lily’s.
It was looking at the beast as it had before……
The foal really wanted to plead, to beg, she was waiting to die. She wanted to live.
She chirped and chirped.
……………
……………
And a smile formed across Lily’s lips.
And she had stopped scratching at herself, her claw softened back to fingers.
”Not today, little meat. Not today, mumma has had her play today. Maybe I’ll eat you tomorrow…….meat.”
She placed the foal back down onto the floor.
The foal felt something else it had never felt before, a nervous energy ran through its body though it had felt still.
Relieved, let out even more poop and began to chirp as normal.
It was saved for now……but the Munstah looked back at the foal, a mocking look, the foal knew its place……the foal sensed dread whenever it met its gaze.
Please don’t hurt me, am Babbeh.
Afterwards, Lily placed the foal onto the cleaned up floor.
She placed a small plate of veggie mush and bottle fed the foal some warm milk.
The foal was revulsed by the taste of the mush, but it suckled hard and fast on the milkies.
Like it would never get them again and as if it might be the last time……
It didn’t know but it knew what death would be…….
Lily pulled out a drawer and emptied the clothes and lined it with a blanket.
The prey will feel very comfortable here. Lined up in its nest. The foal indeed after moments of what looked like anticipating something awful, wriggled itself into a comfortable spot.
It twitched nervously as it slept.
The beast had settled and Lily could feel herself laughing.
The room was getting cold but Lily felt hot, excited, she didn’t want to hide away in her dress robe.
She began to lick at her fingers and smelt them.
She could still smell the fear of the filly in her fingers and the sweat of the beast, now sated……. She left the living room and went to the bedroom………the beast was satisfied tonight.
And on another night, maybe the prey would be saved again……or maybe not……or maybe even a new little plaything…….the thoughts excited her.
Lily knew she wanted to have a tail for the next hunt, a tiger’s tail, and began to google “a tail for play” in work the following day.
You’re a tiger, Lily……look like one
my imagination definitely hasn’t been helped by the amount of time I spent looking at stuff on booru : - p