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Fiona smiled at the big cats' cubs happily playing. "It's fun living with the world's most dangerous big cats," she thought. As their "queen", Fiona wanted what was best for her jungle's citizens. However, she is often worn out by the end of the day, especially by cubs of her own. "I love my cubs, but I sometimes need a cubsitter," she thought. Fiona looked at the PC's screen at her desk, curious about if e-mailing will be enough this time. "No, I'll just call a few friends," she quietly said to herself. Fiona browsed through her call log and then speed dialed Mark's phone. "I have a couple currencies I can pay him in," she thought with a blush. Fiona preferred Mark above anyone else, but she knew what his priorities have been for years by now. Fortunately, she heard him pick up. "Fiona," answered Mark. Fiona smiled as she heard him. "Hi, Sweetie! I'll need a cubsitter to help things out," she said. Mark groaned at the "cubsitting" idea. "I'm good for now," he said. Fiona shook her head and just frowned a little.

"I don't have a spouse, since Chazz does not count," she said. Mark quietly groaned at her again. "Fiona, think of the many cubs to keep track of," he said. Fiona knew that Mark was ready to hang up. "You're right; I have all of this milk I make, but I would love to share some with you, not just my tight tail hole," she quietly flirted to him. Mark heavily blushed at the counter-argument. Meanwhile, Ginger could overhear the flirting from Mark's phone. "Fiona, he's my husband ; don't try anything stupid near him," she yelled in the phone. Fiona loudly gulped at the strict voice she heard. "Ginger? How could you overhear that part," she asked. Mark blushed in embarrassment as he pressed "Speaker" earlier. "Fiona, I think the volume was turned up slightly recently. To be honest, Gin and I've already had plans. I have to hang up, so good luck with the cubsitting idea," he said. Fiona heard Mark cease the call that he received. (A sigh is heard.) "My poor babies don't have anyone else to help," she thought. It was upsetting to think about her cubs' unhappiness, so she had to strike gold.

"That's it! Callan Purrcision," she thought. Fiona remembered meeting Callan at a jungle community convention, where she met him, in addition to Callie, his happily married wife. "He's a cute cat," she thought with a purr. Cheetah males were among Fiona's favorites, so Callan would be her preference. "I wish he bore cubs with me," she quietly said to herself as she sent him a text. Callan immediately replied as he skimmed through her text. "Callie and I already have some plans, but I can help out a friend in need," he wrote in his text. Fiona looked surprised at the text, skeptical about if this was what her eyes saw. "How can this be," she silently asked to herself. She secretly loved him, particularly due to how gentlemanly he acts, in comparison to Chad, Callan's older brother. "If Chad could act classier, maybe I would love him, but I've rarely seen him chivalrous, going from one girl to another," she angrily snarled to herself. Adultery was something Fiona can get easily upset from, considering how prominent it sometimes is.

"Chazz and I are perhaps friends with benefits at best," she thought. It felt awkward for a non-anthro to breed with a human-like tigress as its queen. Fiona herself wished Chazz could speak like she could, but most animals have been relying on body language as an alternative. "I'm distracted by that hot cheetah Chazz; I should set up for my guest right now," she thought. It wasn't long until Fiona remembered Callan's scent as he was approaching. "I can smell him," she quietly whispered to Chazz, who awkwardly looked at the tigress. He purred and nuzzled Fiona's leg, implying he felt safe around her. "I trust you, too," she said with a hug. After this small talk, Fiona heard a few knocks. "That must be him," she thought. Fiona put on a robe and opened the door. Callan, whose fur has healthily shined in the sun, grinned at her. "Fiona," he asked with a smile. Fiona smiled as she hugged him. "Welcome to my area," she said. Callan could smell her arousal when he hugged her. "Fiona, what cubs have needed my help," he asked. Fiona waved a hand to have him follow her to the cubs.

She roared to call the big cats and cubs, surprising Callan that she could roar. "I've heard you purr when we met, but how can you roar, too," he asked. Fiona slightly blushed out of embarrassment as she grinned. "Sorry; it might be some unexplained anatomy," she said. Callan had a skeptical facial expression to give her, but shrugged it off when the big cats and cub stepped forth. "How is Egypsia racially diverse this way," he asked. Fiona understood Callan's question, calmly responding with: "It's easier for rare species to live here, especially big cats with healthy lifestyles." Callan could see multiple breeds of the various felines that are known as big cats, none of which whom feared him. Fiona giggled as she asked: "You can introduce yourself to my friends. They come in peace, thanks to the calm environment." Callan nervously grinned at the big cats, who could notice his nervousness. "Uh, hi there. I am Callan Purrcision, your queen's friend," he anxiously announced to them. Fiona slowly clapped her hands, signifying he did well.

The big cats welcomed him with various roars after finishing his introduction. Callan could feel his friend smiling next to him. "Fiona, why are they calmer than what I originally expected," he asked. Fiona shrugged a little as she said: "It took a long time to rule this; I already chose a few alpha males from their packs to rule whenever I'm absent." Callan could watch some cubs walk up with excitement to the guest. "Hi, cubs," he said as he ran a paw through their fur. Fiona picked up one of her cubs, showing it to her friend. "Here's one that I gave birth to," she said. Callan saw Fiona's eyes match with her young cub, which did not seem that old. "You're its maternal parent," he asked while exhibiting disbelief. Fiona nodded with a small blush. "It's a milk-loving kitty, so I can't wean it yet," she said. Callan heavily blushed as he asked: "Do you plan to share some of that milk with men you're in love with?" Fiona began nervously laughing a bit, trying not to feel that embarrassed. "If that is what you want, yes," she said.

Callan looked with an excited facial expression as her bra went off. "I'm actually not in that mood yet," he said. Fiona giggled and shook her breasts. "That's fine. I'm the type who would share and care," she said. Callan knew they were both distracted, so he gestured Fiona to go on a small walk with him. "I should see just what jungle scenery I will have to work with," he said. Fiona slyly smirked and stayed next to her guest. "Oh, for sure, dear," she said. Callan could hear the birds' happiness in their chirps, which would make him equally happy. "Fiona, this is a peaceful work of art we're in," he said. Fiona nodded as she quietly listened to the chirps and various felines. "To me, this place sets the mood," she said. Callan and Fiona's minds got to them while they were both nuzzling, which most friends normally wouldn't do. Once they went back to reality, they both blushed out of embarrassment, but Fiona smiled at her guest. "I think the mood was set a bit too well," she said. The two friends began exchanging laughs over the awkwardness, but Callan laughed much more nervously.

"I told my wife I was babysitting, but it's more of a date," he thought. Fiona noticed the anxiety and gave him a hug. "Don't be nervous; the cubsitting should help you calm down," she said.

Hours Later...

Callan felt exhausted from the work involving dozens of big cats' cubs. "So much waste to pick up, providing lunch and dinner, and playing with the energized cubs... What a long day of work," he thought. Fiona smiled at her friend, who was worn out from the work. "Thank you a lot for your contributions. I have a gift for you," she said. Callan shrugged with an uncertain look on his face. "I hope it's a place to sleep; I can't walk back home yet," he said. Fiona giggled and raised her right breast to him from her bra. "Actually, it's breast milk. Be my guest," she said with a blush. Callan looked with confusion at her. "You want me to drink from there, with no qualms," he asked. Fiona nodded as she kissed him on the cheek. "You deserve it; you're exhausted, so have a quick snack," she said. Callan reluctantly grabbed her breast and began to suckle for her milk. Fiona listened to his purrs as he began suckling. "Do you love my breast milk, dear," she asked. Callan happily purred as he looked up to gaze in her eyes.

Fiona hugged him while he laid on the bed. "I love you, too," she said. Callan felt his energy being replenished by her milk, which was something that he originally did not expect, considering how breast milk is not intended for adults. "I feel... Stronger," he suddenly thought. Fiona saw his eyes twinkle as his energy was restored by her. "I've made this breast milk for years, so I'm glad you like it," she said. Callan kept suckling on her breast, as to make sure that he is fully replenished. "This feels awkward, but a bit heavenly," he thought. Fiona caressed her friend's soft fur and kissed him on the nose. "You're a good friend; have more, please," she said. Callan soon felt a bit full from the suckling, so he stopped. "I think I'm good with the milk," he said. Fiona walked to the other side of the bed with a rather seductive facial expression. "If you need somebody to be sleeping with, I'm available," she said. Callan moves a leg from the bed, attempting to step on the ground with it. "No thanks; I think the milk helped boost the recovery," he said.

Fiona giggled and pounced at a bed side before he completely left the bed. "All right then; good luck," she said with a wink. Callan gestured his hostess to start approaching his side. Fiona obeyed and looked at him. "Is there anything else that you needed," she asked. Callan ran a paw through Fiona's red hair as he hugged her. "Thank you; you helped me recover faster than I thought I could have," he said. Fiona, who knew this wasn't about sexual love, hugged her friend back. "Absolutely; I love you," she slipped. Callan saw Fiona blush in embarrassment as she ceased her arms' hug. "Sorry; I meant to wish you luck," she nervously said to him. Callan lifted the feline's chin and looked at her. "Don't feel so embarrassed about it," he said as he continued brushing her red hair. Fiona smiled and waved at him as he left. "Stay safe," she said as she then blew a kiss to him.