Fully aware that the love of my life, Jessica, was standing right beside me, it was taking everything in my power to keep from striding over to this beautiful catwoman and claiming her like a beast.
The shecat looked at me and paused, taking a moment to sniff the air in front of her. I realized that she was inhaling my musky leonine scent tinged with the pheremones that I was no doubt emitting and my tail curled in embarrassment. The Persian anthro then shifted her weight slightly, causing the transforming catman to slide off her back. When he made an effort to mount her again, she yowled in anger and turned around to give him a swipe across the muzzle with her fingerclaws. "Mrrrrowl. What did you do that for?!" he cried in distress, sufficiently chastised to allow the female anthro cat to get to her feet.
Now fully standing up and walking toward me, I felt mesmerized by the delicate contours of her furry body. "Mmmmmeoooow, who do we have here?" she asked, her voice sliding into a sultry purr.
I suddenly felt Jessica's presence beside me, her arm clutching me possessively at the waist. "Hands off, Felicia. He's my boyfriend and we're in a rush. We don't have time for your games." As Jessica was speaking, I noticed that the transforming catman who'd been thrusting into Felicia only moments before had made his way over. It was a bit of an odd sight, though. He was still on all fours and was butting his head against the thigh of the standing Persian like a feral cat would, his ginger striped tail winding around her legs. Although he was human-sized and had human hands and feet rather than paws, he seemed fairly comfortable and moved in a fluid feline manner. His open shirt hid some of his nakedness, but it was obvious that he'd left his pants somewhere in the alley and the ginger fur ringing his crotch did little to hide the red spike of an erect feline penis that was bobbing beneath his partially furred belly.
"Mmmmm. Why don't we let this handsome and clearly horny lion decide who he's really with," replied the female cat to Jessica, eyeballing the obvious tent in my pants. "You know, a mane like that is a signal of virility in the animal kingdom. One doesn't see it just everyday." She punctuated her sentence with a slight caress, her clawed fingertips quickly brushing the brown poof of mane sandwiched between my pectorals. "I would think he'd be more comfortable with somebody of the appropriate...species."
Based on Jessica's tone, I realized that the two probably knew each other and were far from friendly. I looked the Persian anthro straight in her yellow eyes after mustering every bit of self control I had. "I'm sorry, but this lion is taken. Besides, it seems you already found someone eager for your affections." Hearing himself mentioned, the transforming ginger tomcat, who'd been pawing at Felicia's fluffy white butt, poked his head out from behind her and gave me a fanged grin of thanks.
As Jessica and I turned to walk away, Felicia dropped to her handpaws and footpaws once more and before I could stop her, gave my crotch a surprisingly intimate sniff. "Whatever, lionboy. You would have been a waste of my time anyhow. You're not even feline where it counts." With that, she strode off back into the alley with her tail held high in contempt, the pink contours of her feline vagina peaking through her thick white pubic fur as she clearly tried to show me what I was "missing."
"Come on sweetie, let's get out of here" I said firmly to Jessica, as we restarted our walk toward the Pleasure Island Carnival District.