Peter & the Tiger in the Secret Garden by Lake e. Lou
Peter & the Tiger in the Secret Garden
There is a tiger roaming the garden. Her eyes are amber fire & her teeth are jagged glass. She is hungry for flesh, thirsty for blood. Her fur is thick velvet sunlight.
Peter wants to lie in the field beyond the forest. The path leads from garden gate through forest glade to field beyond. The tiger lurks in the shadows. Peter slinks into the garden quiet as an ant. He moves among the flowers & beds of fallen leaves. The rusty hinge of the gate creaks loudly. It sounds deafening to his ears in the silent garden. Peter hears a crash, followed quickly with staccato thuds. & then there is a flash of gold fire & he's laying on his back in a bed of decaying leaves & the tiger is on top of him - its breath warming his lips & reeking of dead flesh.
Peter begs the tiger to spare him. The diamond eyes flash & the tiger stares at Peter licking her lips. Peter is just a piece of meat & he knows it. The tiger knows only the language of hunger, of hot blood, of flesh & the kill.
Peter pulls down his pants & presents the tiger with his penis - pink & shining, bobbing in the brisk night air.
The tiger nods her head & nuzzles into his crotch, sniffing loudly. She licks the tip of his little pink penis & grins up at him with all her teeth.
Peter's teeth chatter. He wants to hide his penis. He puts his mouth between her great velvet muscled thighs & licks her giant sex. It tastes of smoke & blood & sunshine. He licks again.
When he tries to mount her she rises abruptly & gallops off through the gate. Peter holds on tight. Through the forest they run beneath the moon & in that field where Peter most wants to go she tosses him from her back & jumps upon him & rips open his throat & drinks his hot bubbling blood. She tears the flesh from his bones & eats him all the way up.