Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:57:28 -0800 (PST)
From: smoking_tygress@yahoo.com
Subject: Tyger Smoke

All work is sole property of the author. I have no rights or claims to the
X-Men or the Marvel comics brand and the mentioning of them is just to
build character and will not be mentioned again after this post. If you
know that you are underage, I trust you have the sense to walk away before
you see something that will damage your innocent imagination...(chuckle)



	" Keep in mind that we are supposed to be a team! " Smoke said to
nobody except me. He knew full well that we were more than a team but I
knew he just wanted to maintain his "manhood" in the relationship, so I let
him have it. He's still adjusting to the fact the love of his life turned
out to be a guy...figure that out!
	In case you are wondering my name is Tyger. Not my real name but an
alias that you will know me by since this is what you will hear most
often. I am a X-Man or used to be anyway...nevertheless it's a story I care
not to go over with you. I am black and Italian mixed, stand at about 5'7,
180 pounds fit, 32 waist with a 40 ass; figure that shit out! I have tiger
eyes (hence the name) , blonde shoulder length hair that I keep in braids,
golden bronze skin (if that makes sense), naturally hairless except where
it counts.
	As you should know if I was a former X-Man then I am obviously a
mutant. I have all the characteristics of a wild beast. Super speed, 5 inch
claws, super sensitive nose, ears, and tongue, super strength, acrobatic
agility, quick healing, and razor sharp teeth. I can also transform into
various stages of a 400 pound saber toothed tiger.
	My man is called Smoke for obvious reasons. He is of Philippine
descent, stands at 5'11, 210 pounds of tight muscle, with a nice light
dusting of dark short hair over his oiled body. He has the power of smoke
and can do so many things with it from teleporting, choking and blinding
people, and much more.
	You have just caught us in the alley right after we managed to
"borrow" some cash from the nice friendly bank two blacks away. We have
been traveling across the country in our Ford F-150 since our departure
from the X-Men; living in motels, being heroes when we can, and
occasionally breaking the law for our survival.
	"I didn't do anything out of the norm. It happened the same way as
always. I enter the bank hide in a corner and transform into full tiger
mode then start roaring all over the damn place. While everyone is scared
shitty and too shocked to move. You puff into the vault, take out just
enough to live off of. Then you give me the smoke signal and I dramatically
escape shattering a window. We meet two blocks away where I go human again,
walk along the street and wait for your busted truck to pick me up." I said
defiantly.
	"You hurt a man!" He snarled.
	"He was a poacher! Were YOU expecting a poacher?! I sure as hell
wasn't anticipating a POACHER in the god damned bank trying to shoot my
TIGER ass!"
	"You could have easily avoided it"
	"Yeah but you know I took the tiger thing personally..." I said as
I did the sexiest pouting I could muster.
	"Well...I guess I can't be TOO mad at ya" he chuckled
	"Why be mad at me at all? Don't you love me?"
	"Just get your ass in the truck before I fuck you over the
garbage!" he smirked...



Thank you for checking out my first story. There is no sex yet because I
wanted to introduce these two heroes to the world and let you learn their
personalities. If there is a gifted artist that draw their interpretation
of Tyger and Smoke based on my description, I would love to see them. I
love plenty of feedback (but don't be a hater!) and you can send all info
and artwork to Smoking_Tygress@yahoo.com Have a nice day! xx