"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.
Earlier that evening, I would have probably laughed if you'd have told me that I would have felt insulted for some catwoma to tell me that I didn't have the dick of some animal. But in light of my furry body as well as the new lion instincts rattling around in my brain, it was hard not to be offended. "Who does she think she is, talking to me that way?" I grumbled as we entered under the neon archway signaling the start of the Pleasure Island Carnival District.
"Don't worry about what Felicia said to you, Mark," comforted Jessica, her hoof-tipped fingers giving my furry human ones a small squeeze. "She's just jealous because she wants what she can't have." The giraffe woman continued, "Besides, you're plenty lion enough for me," her hand sliding over to my butt and giving the base of my tail a nice grope.
"Mrrowl!" I growled in surprise. "Thanks Jess. It's just that I'll feel a lot better when my outside reflects what my instincts are telling me on the inside." It went unsaid that my instincts were telling me that to be the full fledged alpha cat that Jessica deserved, I needed to keep changing until I had the barbed cock of a feral lion. One that was considerably bigger and more substantial than the poor domesticated copy that the randy tomcat had been using to rut Felicia.
"Boys. When will they learn that it's not what's in their pants that counts but how they use it?" Jessica muttered. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't appreciate your new...equipment if and when you get it" she quickly finished realizing I'd overheard her earlier comment, giving me a sly grin.
As Jessica and I had been talking, we both had been looking for any sign of Tim, Hank, or the half-wood nymph, Julie. Suddenly, Jessica gave a cry. "Hey Mark, that tent over there is one of Julie's favorite spots. I'll bet they're inside!" She then pointed to....