Henry was awake first from their post-sex nap. As he cuddled with Joanna he ran his hands over her fur coat, fascinated by it. The coat seemed amazing quality, but why was Joanna so fixated on it?
Slowly, carefully, quietly Henry took the coat off Joanna. When she seemed to stir he gently rubbed her ears and soon she was purring blissfully again. After several minutes he finally had the coat off his girlfriend. He got out of bed, holding the coat and looking it over. Then he slipped into it. Henry wasn't surprised to find it didn't fit him as well as Joanna, but it was still very comfortable. He hugged himself, running his hands over the fur. He felt a pleasant tingling sensation and found himself getting hard again. He also felt strong and virulent, powerful like a tiger whose stripes matched the coat.
Henry walked over to the bed where his partly catgirl girlfriend was sleeping, her tail gently twitching, his dick throbbing.