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As everyone knows, when two different furry species get together, their children are most often one species or another. I know a fox and skunk couple, for example. They have three kids: their oldest is a boy skunk, the middle one is a boy fox, and the youngest is a girl skunk. This is the way it usually goes. Sometimes, one of the kids will have a fluffier tail, or rounder ears, or slightly different fur patterns, but still pretty clearly take off after one parent's species much, much more than the other.

But what happens sometimes is that when the cub is born, he takes on some features from his dad's side, and some features from his mom's side. And really, there's enough of a mix in him that it becomes hard to say which species he is! This doesn't happen very often - it's pretty rare, in fact - but you know very well that it does happen. These cubs are called 'hybrids,' and depending on just how unusual they look, have to get used to being asked about it pretty often, or at least to being stared at on the street.

That's what happened to me, so I should know! My dad was a lion and my mom was a cheetah. Neither of them is particularly tall for their species, and of course I ended up even being a bit shorter than my mom. It probably didn't help that I was - and still am, really - such a fussy eater when I was growing up. But it probably wouldn't have made that much of a difference.

So when I was born, I looked pretty much like a regular lion cub. You know, yellowish-brown, tawny fur, cubspots, tufted tail, with lighter fur running from my chin down my chest and tummy, over my crotch and in between my legs, covering the insides of my thighs and running a stripe up my butt, too, ending right at the base of my tail. I mean, you've seen a lion's coloring before, right?

I was a little bit scrawny as a cub, but it didn't seem too unusual. My dad wasn't very bulky for a lion anyway, and my mom - well, you know how skinny cheetahs are. I had some slightly cheetah-ish features, but for the most part, I looked like a regular lion cub when I was younger. That started to change as I got older, though.

As I grew up, I lost my cubfat, and I ended up being a really skinny kid by around the time I turned eight or so. My lithe arms and flat belly made me look a lot more like a little cheetah, if it hadn't been for the fact that I still had my dad's fur coloring. My parents weren't very worried, though, at least until I was about twelve. That was well after that time when I should have started to have my mane come in, but - well - that didn't exactly happen.

I got to be ten, twelve, even fourteen, without a single tuft of that dark fur on my head, my chest, or my crotch that other male lions get when they reach that age. I never did, in fact. I never really thickened out, either, and got the stockier, more muscular build that my dad has. And to be honest, I didn't even get that much taller between the time I entered my teens and when I entered my twenties. That growth spurt I was waiting for just never came.

So now I'm 22, and I have a mostly cheetah-ish build with mostly leonine fur coloring. No mane, but no spots either. So try to imagine what a skinny, kind of short cheetah with generally soft features would like if he was completely missing any hint of cheetah spots (or the stripes on his face) and instead had the familiar tan coloring of a lion all over. Can you picture it? Well, I can help, if you're having a trouble. A cheetah with those colors looks exactly like a very young lioness. That's me, pretty much. I'm a leetah - that's lion plus cheetah equals leetah.

Growing up as a hybrid is always something of a mixed-bag. You never really know how it's going to turn out. Even though I was really embarrassed about my situation for a long time, (high school wasn't pleasant at all, I can tell you that) I actually did get a little bit lucky. If you're a fox with porcupine quills or a mouse with a skunk's tail, there's not too much you can do to hide it. But with a little bit of work, I can pass for a full-blooded lion. Just ... a girl lion.

I always had a kind of fondness for girly things. I had older cousins when I was a little cub that would dress me up. And as I would get older, I found that since I always looked kind of femmy - even before it was clear that I wasn't going to grow a mane - I would get teased less when I was associating with more feminine stuff than when I would try to play soccer or touch football or whatever. It also didn't help that when I was growing up, instead of calling me Kevin, my parents would call me by my first two initials, K.D., which sounds like 'Katie.'

When I got to college, I felt like I had a chance to sort of explore some more, and I started dressing more and more kind of androgynous, over the course of my freshman year, and by about the middle of my second semester, I was wearing girl's clothes more often than boy's clothes. It was funny, because I had been used to getting kind of stared at when I was growing up, but when I would walk through campus in a skirt and a haltertop, I would get way less attention. And the attention I was getting - well, I'll just say it was a different kind.

I met a lot of really nice people in college, girls and boys both, who helped me to figure out how to be comfortable and happy with who I was. I should probably tell those stories in more detail another time (my college years were pretty wild), but the short version is that I ended up learning that being short and girly and shy is not always a bad thing, and in fact there are a lot of people who are really, really interested in that, if you know how to find them.

I see now that high school is hell for a lot of people, pretty much everybody really, and there isn't too much you can do about it. But afterwards, your opportunities for making yourself happy really do increase dramatically. It's still not always easy, but it does work out sometimes, and I want to tell the story about how it worked out for me.

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After I graduated from college, I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do. I'll be honest - my focus wasn't really on my studies during that time, so I wasn't giving a ton of thought to what my next plan was going to be. I ended up working as a barista at a coffee shop near campus, still living in the one-bedroom apartment I had been in during my junior and senior years. Well, both of my senior years, actually, since I didn't quite manage to graduate in four years the way I had planned.

I wasn't really doing too much else while I was working at the coffee shop. I was playing a lot of video games and chatting with people online, and I would take some yoga classes, too. Sometimes, I would work the front desk at the yoga studio, to make a little bit of extra money, and I would get some free classes out of it, usually. But that didn't leave me a lot of time for meeting new people or planning what I was going to do with my life. I was sort of adrift, you know?

I should say that I was sort of focused on one thing, actually. The coffee shop where I worked had a fair amount of regulars; lots of professors from campus and business furs from downtown, and I got to know quite a few. But there was one regular in particular who I was always happy to see come in. Of course, he was a lion. I don't like to spend too much time thinking about my 'daddy issues,' but I know that they're there.

After chatting with him a couple of times, once I had worked up the courage, I learned that his name was Dimitri. I may be a bit biased on this, but the guy was just blazing hot. While my dad may have been a bit soft and small for a lion, Dimitri was a particularly fine specimen of leonine masculinity. He was taller than average by a wide margin, and he had these piercing, stormy grey eyes, a blunt, broad muzzle, and a thick, luscious rust-colored mane.

And he was big. Did I mention that? He was massive. He was really thickly built, but still somehow managed to seem quick and light on his feet, even while he was just walking through the coffee shop in his shiny, black leather, Allen Edmonds shoes. I didn't even know you could find suits in sizes big enough for this guy, but the ones he wore were always immaculately tailored, showing off his powerful build while still looking devastatingly professional. He was a lawyer, so he had to dress to impress, a lot of the time. I know that it wasn't for me specifically, but it sure worked on me!

He would walk in every day with the newspaper or some magazine about culture or politics, and order his usual coffee along with some kind of pastry. His paws were so huge, it always seemed like he was going to just demolish our relatively small coffee cups, but he always managed to handle them so gently, it was amazing. I sometimes found myself staring at him from behind the counter. I think he noticed pretty quickly, and then he started choosing where to sit so that I could see him (and admire him) the whole time he was there.

I would always chat with him every chance I could get, at least when I wasn't feeling too shy and I felt like I could do it without bothering him. Whenever he finished his coffee, I would always rush over to his table and ask him if he needed a refill before any of the other baristas. Eventually, they just realized that I was going to jump at the chance, so they didn't even try. I would ask him about what cases he was working on, and stuff like that, and even though I usually had no idea what he was talking about, I just liked listening to his voice.

One time, I was trying to reach up to one of the higher shelves that have the bags of specialty coffee grounds that you can take home and make yourself, and I needed to get one of the top ones. It was quite a stretch for me, and I wasn't having any luck. I must have looked pretty silly, standing up on my tip-toes and even hopping a little to try to get what I was reaching for. That's when I heard his unforgettable, resonant voice behind me.

"Do you need some help?"

I tensed up immediately. Especially when I didn't see him coming, his voice had a way of making me shiver that was not easy to hide. It took me a second to be sure that I wasn't going to do something silly, like let my knees buckle or wet my pants or pass out, but then I turned over my shoulder and smiled at the big, handsome lion stud standing behind me. I tried not to blush, but what good does that do? I was always blushing and giggling around him. I bet he just thought I had a naturally rosy face.

"Oh, hi Dimitri!" I said, utterly failing to sound casual and cool. I nodded and pointed up towards the top shelf helplessly, "Actually, yeah! I'm trying to get one of those bags of Arabica from the top shelf, but I can't reach."

At this point, I expected that he would just reach up and grab the bag and hand it down to me. It wouldn't even have been a stretch for him, so it was a reasonable assumption. But that's not what he did. Instead, he reached down, and put one big mitt on either side of my hips. Then he suddenly, effortlessly, lifted me up into the air. I'm pretty sure I actually squeaked when he did it.

To say that I was surprised would have been an understatement. I was experiencing a severe rush of blood to the head - as well as elsewhere. I managed to draw in a clipped breath before I bit on my lower lip to keep from making any especially humiliating noises, while I grabbed onto the shelf with my front paws and held on for dear life. Which is not to say that I didn't feel safe - quite the opposite really. Dimitri somehow managed to be even stronger than he looked, and the guy already looked very robust.

But he was holding me like I was weightless! I am half cheetah, so there's not a lot to me, but I'd been picked up by guys before (there's some quality about me that I can't pin down but that I love all the same that makes bigger guys feel compelled to carry me) and I usually get at least a little grunt of effort out of them. But he looked like he was barely expending any more effort than it took to lift his coffee cup.

For some reason, finding myself in that position was almost debilitatingly exciting. I could barely stand it! My heart was pounding and my mind was racing. At first I was embarrassed that he might be checking out my butt, and then I thought, "Hold on, I hope he is checking out my butt," so I kind of reflexively flicked my tail and wiggled my hips a bit, without even really thinking about it.

Then I realized that I wasn't even reaching for the bag of coffee that I'd been trying to get to in the first place, and I was just kind of enjoying the firmness of Dimitri's grip, since that had really distracted me. It had probably only been a few seconds, but it felt like a lot longer, so I quickly reached up and grabbed the bag of coffee I'd been reaching for then looked back at the lion holding me and nodded my head, holding up the bag to show that I'd gotten what I needed. I didn't trust myself to say anything without squeaking again.

He put me back down, and I was almost sorry he did it. As soon as he took his paws off my hips, I wanted them back, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from doing something inappropriate for a workplace environment. He was standing there and waiting for me to say something, so I took a deep breath before I managed to say, "Thanks!" and then scampered off.

I had always thought that Dimitri was really hot and really nice before then, I might have fantasized about him a few times while I was playing with myself before then, but after that, he was the guy I thought about the most, by far. My crush had turned into a fixation, and all it took was for him to lift me up like that. Right after I handed off the bag of coffee, I went straight into the ladies' room and jerked off as quietly as I could in one of the stalls.

I couldn't help myself! I really, honestly could not keep working unless I did that. I don't know what it was, exactly, but I just couldn't stop thinking about him, after that! Fortunately, it took me about 45 seconds to get off, I was already so worked up, and as I was leaving the bathroom, I happened to glance over towards the table where Dimitri was sitting, and he gave me this look. I was all flushed, still, and I don't know how, but I felt like he knew what I'd done! He sort of smirked and then went back to his paper.

It took all my self-control not to just go straight back into the bathroom and do it again.

Now keep in mind that I was going to work pretty much exclusively in girls' clothes, or at least stuff that was gender-neutral. Usually knee-length skirts and tights, when I wasn't wearing jeans or pants with a feminine cut to them. My nametag at work said "Katie" instead of "K.D." after I got tired of people asking what my initials stood for. All of the customers and even most of my coworkers just assumed that I was a girl.

And I should explain, as a quick aside, that even though I had been pretending to be a girl out in public for a couple years at that point, it never became 'normal' for me. I did it because it was easier, sure, just in terms of social interactions with people. It was a lot easier for people to see me as a lioness than it was for them to see me as a girlish, male leetah. But I also did it because it was fun. I mean, it was exciting! And in all that time, it never really stopped being exciting. I would go home some days and get one of my favorite toys and jerk off, thinking about how many people had thought I was a real girl that day.

So I wasn't a fur who wanted to be a girl, or who was really a girl on the inside, or anything like that. I just kind of got off on pretending to be one, and I was lucky enough to be able to fool pretty much everybody, when I wanted to.

I ran with it, too. By the time I graduated college, I had hardly held onto any of the boy's clothes that I'd been wearing in high school, even though they would have still fit me. Even when I just wanted to walk to the store or to the library, I would usually put on a babydoll tee and a short skirt, or something like that. I loved bright, girlish colors, even though the stuff I had to wear for work was pretty drab - light brown, maroon, and forest green, but I made up for it when I wasn't at work.

I got a particular kind of naughty thrill from going out in a pair of really snug short shorts, because even though I don't have a lot of bulge to speak of, I still had a little bit of a swell down there, and it was kind of exciting me for to be walking around knowing that I didn't look quite like a girl is supposed to. In an embarrassing, weird, and vaguely naughty sort of way.

So one day, I had just walked to the library to pick up a new book, and I was walking through the park back to my apartment. I was wearing knee-high socks, bulky sneakers with multicolored laces, those tiny little shorts I mentioned earlier, and a snug-fitting t-shirt I found on clearance at the girls' department in Target that had My Little Pony on it (I don't care what you say, I think that show is awesome). I was wearing a Happy Bunny backpack, too. That was how I carried my books and stuff.

So I was walking through the park when a jogger passed me on the sidewalk. That in itself wasn't too unusual, but as this guy went past me, I was pretty sure that I recognized him. It's not that hard to miss a huge, broad, thickly-maned lion running past you, after all. After I realized I was staring at his ass as he padded along ahead of me, I took a closer look at his mane from behind, and there was no doubt about it - I would recognize Dimitri's flowing mane anywhere.

Even though I was pretty much hypnotized at the sight of that big lion's backside, I quickly realized that I wanted to catch up to him and say hi, if only to let him know that I recognized him. I could have just waited until I next saw him at the coffee shop and told him that I saw him jogging in the park, but for some reason, I really wanted to do it now. By now, he'd gotten quite a ways ahead of me - and his legs were a lot longer than mine, anyway - so I had to scamper to catch up with him.

When I finally did catch up to him, I was huffing and puffing, because even though is great for my flexibility, it's not exactly the best thing for cardiovascular health. I saw that he'd stopped by a water fountain to take a break, so I leaned against a tree about 20 or 30 yards behind him, just to catch my breath for a second.

After he finished taking a long drink of water from the fountain, he stood up and pulled his sweat-drenched tank top off over his head. My jaw dropped into the grass at my feet as I looked up to see him standing there, bare-chested and stretching, and he was even more stunning than he was in one of his immaculately tailored suits. I didn't think guys that looked this hot without a shirt ever bothered to wear one. I certainly wouldn't have protested if he had made the decision right then to always go bare-chested.

I should say that he wasn't a body-builder type. He didn't look like he was the sculpted, mass-focused, flexing and preening in the mirror sort of guy. He was just kind of genetically blessed - he could have been half lion and half bull, for all I knew - and he probably did a lot of manual labor, or at least had in the past. But now, he was just a rockhard slab of a lion, his mane extending down his neck and over his chest. I could tell that he probably had a six-pack, it was just covered by a slight tummy, which somehow I found vastly hotter than visibly ribbed abs would have been.

I was probably drooling at this point. I know for sure that I was staring, and my mind was wandering all over the place, imagining what Dimitri was (or maybe wasn't) wearing under his gym shorts, and various things like that. In the meantime, he spotted me standing there and leaning against the tree. He waved me over, "Hey there!" he called out, his voice maintaining that slight hint of a deep, rumbling growl even then.

That pulled me out of my half-naked lionstud-induced stupor, and I had pretty much caught my breath by then - at least from having to run behind Dimitri, if not from seeing him shirtless. I walked over to where he was standing, and I was about halfway there when I realized that I was wearing really tight shorts, and I was about as rock-hard as I could be. Unfortunately, by the time I noticed this, it was too late to just turn around and go on my way. So I quickly slid my backpack off my shoulders and held it in front of me, right around the level of my crotch.

"Hi Dimitri!" I said, trying to suppress the bashfulness behind my smile, and to keep my eyes from blatantly ogling his chest, shoulders, belly... well, pretty all of him, really. I said how nice it was to see him outside of work, and I mentioned how different he looked when he wasn't wearing a suit. I tried really, really hard not to let voice give away that by "different" I meant "different but still unbelievably hot" and based on his expression, he at least pretended not to notice.

He told me a bit about his workout regimen, how his gym was right on the other side of the park, so he would take a few laps sometimes, when it was nice enough that he didn't want to use the treadmill. I laughed and said that I got worn out just dashing after him to say hi! He did seem to chuckle when I told him that I did yoga, though, and suddenly, my mind went back to all the places that my finely-honed flexibility could get me with into with a big brute of a lion.

Dimitri repeated the last question he asked me, and I had to shake my head clear while I blushed and giggled. I told him that I was just on my way back from the library, and I patted the backpack in my paws to say that was where my books where. I didn't mention why I was still holding it in front of me, though. He asked me what I was reading, and I was kind of embarrassed to mention it, since it was mostly young adult fiction and fantasy or sci-fi, and I figured he would roll his eyes or kind of scoff at me for reading it, since he was into more 'serious' stuff.

But I was surprised! He at least pretended to be interested in the kind of stuff I like, and he seemed genuinely curious about what I liked to read. He had always been polite like this when I saw him at the coffee shop, but I figured he kind of had to be. This was more than just plain old politeness, though. He quickly got me to forget my anxiety, and had me describing the plot of the last novel I'd been reading.

After that, Dimitri asked me what else I liked to do in my spare time. It was a kind of chit-chatty question, but the way he asked it and the look on his face made me feel like he really was interested. So I told him about the video games I liked and some of my other silly hobbies, like drawing. Even though I'm sure it was all desperately boring, he seemed interested and engaged the whole time, while I told him about the silly details of my life. I kind of got carried away, honestly, and after a couple minutes, I stopped myself.

"Sorry," I said, "That all must have been sort of boring to hear about." But he just shook his head and assured me that everything I said was very interesting, and he was hoping that I could tell him more the next time he saw more, and maybe even show him some of my drawings. Then he put his shirt back on, patted my head with a massive paw, and started jogging off down the path again, calling back that he looked forward to seeing me at the coffee shop again soon.

As I watched him go, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had always seen him as just magnificently attractive, and he'd always been nice to me when I saw him at the coffee shop, but that one little interaction - which I'm not describing very well, but trust me! - made me realize that Dimitri was really kind, on top of all that. Seriously, our interaction was really revealing, despite being so brief, and it helped me understand him as more than just a smart and delicious feline hunk.

I was kind of walking on air for the entire rest of the afternoon. As soon as I got back to my little studio apartment, I got out my favorite dildo and played with myself for hours. I sucked on it and fucked myself with it over and over, imagining it was Dimitri every time. By the time I was done, I had made such a mess of lube and sweat and spunk that I had to wash my sheets before I could even dream of sleeping in my bed that night.

From that point on my crush turned into something way more significant. I was head over heels for this guy. I still wasn't sure exactly how to proceed, though. It's kind of tough to know how to try to get a date with a guy who doesn't know your real gender. Also, he was older than me by quite a bit, and definitely different from most of the people I hung out with. It's not like I could invite him back to my tiny apartment to watch cartoons on my 14" laptop screen and eat microwave popcorn, which was how a lot of my dates in college started.

I was trying to figure out a way to find out more about him, and what he was into, but he was a pretty private person, and he always had a way of getting me talking about myself whenever I tried to get him to talk. I tried talking with some other lawyers who knew him, when they came into the shop, but they didn't have any real useful information, either. They knew he spent a lot of hours working, he had an office at home in addition to one downtown, and he was at the gym pretty often. He used to rent out a room in his house, but he wasn't at the moment. This was not what I wanted to know!

One time, I jokingly told him I needed to see his ID when he was using a debit card to pay, even though I obviously knew it was him. I took the opportunity to check his birthday, and made a mental note of it. It was actually coming up pretty soon, and so I started working on a present for him. I had already shown him some of my sketches, mostly stuff that I'd done in college, but a couple landscapes I'd done more recently of the park where he goes jogging. Every time I bothered him with one, he was very complimentary, and his praise made my heart flutter. So I figured I'd do a drawing just for him as a birthday present!

While I was waiting for his birthday to come around, I convinced my boss to start up an online mailing list for the coffee house, where people could get coupons and stuff, as well let them know about the art we were showing on our walls, and any musicians who were going to play in our little makeshift performance space. He had already been sort of thinking about it, so it didn't take too much convincing, but I definitely was the one who nudged him into finally doing it.

Once we had it set up, I convinced Dimitri into signing up for it, and then I might have peeked at his e-mail address so I could send him a non-coffee shop-related note. It wasn't anything big! I was making sure to try really, really hard not to be a creepy stalker - or at least, not to seem too much like one. I would send him little e-mails, every once in a while, telling him about a book I was reading or a drawing I'd just done, or asking him about a case he had mentioned. Even though he never seemed annoyed, I still made sure not to message him too often or ask too much when I did. It was nice to come home from work or wake up to find an e-mail from him waiting for me!

During that couple weeks before his birthday, I worked really hard on a special drawing, kind of a portrait of him, sitting at his favorite table with a newspaper and sipping his coffee. I did it mostly from memory, but I kind of sketched out a few details and the general pose while I was at work and he was there. Then, when his birthday came along, I gave it to him along with a blueberry danish (his favorite) and a note, saying "Thanks for being my favorite customer!"

I figured it was a gift that could possibly be something that a nice barrista would give to a frequent customer, so it wouldn't come across as creepy or weird, but it was also probably too nice to really be believable as that kind of gift, and I hoped it would kind of let Dimitri know that I was interested in him as more than just a coffee customer, you know? You may think that this all sounds really complicated and weird to go to all this trouble, but I was being really, really careful about this, because I knew that I was never going to see anybody like him ever again.

I was so nervous when I did give him the picture that I didn't really notice how he reacted. He seemed to be really happy and maybe even a little proud to get the drawing, which I have to say ended up looking pretty good, and would have been a very flattering portrait if he hadn't been such a hunk to start with. After he spent a moment looking at the drawing, he slipped it into his briefcase and then stood up and gave me a hug.

As he wrapped those massive arms around me and pulled me in against his chest, I very, very nearly came in my pants. If I hadn't been so nervous, I probably would have. I don't know what it was, but the feeling of one massive paw on the back of my head, pressing my nose in against his chest, while the other one nearly covered my back, it was all just about overwhelming. You know how sometimes you've been thinking about something for a long, long time, and imagining what it would be like, and then when it finally happens, it's actually even better than you thought it was going to be?

It turned out that I just really wasn't prepared for what it would feel like to be so close to somebody like Dimitri. I could smell the shampoo he had used on his mane that morning, the deodorant he was wearing, and for the first time I could really notice his distinct, masculine, feline musky scent. When I wrapped my arms around his torso, I couldn't even get my paws to meet each other behind his back. But I could hear (and feel!) his heartbeat in his chest, and it made my knees shake.

It was all I could do to keep from going wild and trying to tear Dimitri's Brooks Brothers' shirt off his chest, but somehow I managed to control myself. At least for long enough to say that I was glad he liked his present, wish him a happy birthday, and then quickly scamper back behind the counter, where I stood squirming for as long as I could contain myself. Then I rushed to the bathroom and furiously masturbated, imagining the smell of that big lion's mane.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off for much longer before I did something ridiculous that would ruin my growing friendship with Dimitri and possibly (if I really lost control of myself) get me fired, so I had to speed things up a bit. I found out, just a day or two later, that Dimitri was frequently on an instant messenger service in the evenings. I got him to give his username over e-mail, and we started chatting.

He continued to be amazingly nice and polite to me, and the fact that he never seemed to want to tell me to back off (which he could have, at any point!) made me think that maybe he was sort of interested, too. But he was always a bit aloof, too. He never messaged me, even though he was always happy to chat or e-mail me back, and never seemed to be bothered by any of the questions I had for him, and he always seemed interested in what I had to say, too. But I could tell that he wasn't super eager to ask me out, or he probably would have by now.

Finally, I just couldn't wait anymore. It was Friday night, and we were chatting. I kind of teased him about what a guy like him would be doing at home, by himself, on a Friday night, which he took with good humor, like he would always do, whenever I ribbed him a little bit about anything. But then I kind of held my breath and said, "Well, I'm doing the same thing... maybe we should go out and do something, sometime? :)" And I waited...

Dimitri is typing...

My heart was pounding, and I was clinging to my favorite stuffed panda bear (whose name is Basho) while I waited for his response. I was so nervous! After all this time, I almost didn't want to find out whether he might be interested in me. Because if he didn't, that would be really hard to deal with, but even if did, I'd been thinking about what he might be like for so long, there was almost no way it was going to be that good, you know? Once I had asked him that question, I kind of wanted him to just laugh it off, and I could pretend it was just a joke.

When he did respond, he was very gentle, but he wasn't exactly positive either. He said, "Katie, you're a really sweet girl, and I'm very proud to be your friend, but I'm afraid that I'm not interested in having that kind of relationship with someone like you." And my heart fell into my stomach. But after I read it a couple times, I realized that the door wasn't quite shut all the way.

He said he wasn't interested in someone like me. What could he have meant by that? It seemed unlikely that he was talking about my being a lion. Could it be that he meant somebody younger than him? That was possible. But what it probably meant was that he wasn't interested in a relationship with a girl, which is what he thought I was!

I knew I would have to tell him about my little 'secret' eventually, and a part of me kind of thought it would be a good thing. It wasn't like Dimitri was obviously gay, but there were some clues. None of his colleagues I'd talked to knew about him dating anybody, and it seemed more likely that a professional in his kind of situation would be more likely to keep quiet about being in a relationship with other guys. So maybe this would be okay, after all.

I started to type up an explanation, but it turned out to be really hard to figure out how to word it. It's not easy to tell somebody that you've sort of been lying to them since you met them. I tried a couple times to say it, but I really, really couldn't find the right way. So I did something that was sort of strange, but it was all I could think of. I got up on my knees on my bed, in front of the webcam on my computer, and tugged down on the shorts I was wearing. I took a picture of myself, to show my little kitten bits, which despite being pretty puny, clearly showed that I wasn't really a girl. Then I sent that to Dimitri.

Dimitri is typing...

This time, I wasn't even really nervous while I was waiting for him to react. I was kind of numb. I could barely read his words when they popped up on my screen, "Oh my. Well, you certainly had me fooled, Katie. I think that this changes things. I have to say, that is a very cute picture you sent me. Do you have any other pictures like that one? I would love to see some more."

To say that I was excited would be an understatement. I was ecstatic, I was delirious, I was over the moon. I was grinning from ear to ear, but I wasn't thinking too clearly. That probably contributed to the mistake that I made. I was rushing to send Dimitri all the photos he could want. I had a whole folder of vaguely naughty photos of myself that I'd taken, some for myself, but some to share with other boys. Silly things like me playing with my favorite toys, showing off my backside, or comparing my dick to a tube of chapstick - it's almost as big!

I was in such a hurry that I just sent Dimitri that whole folder. But what I forgot was that folder had a subfolder in it, and that one had some more embarrassing pictures. As a bit of background, one of my best friends in college who helped me explore a lot of new sides of my personality was doing a photography project for a gender studies class. It was supposed to be about the way that society treats women like children, or something, I don't really know, but what I do know is that it involved me dressing up in really cute, really juvenile outfits, so he could take pictures.

But this friend was also a guy that I had fooled around with, so even after he was done taking pictures for his class, he wanted to take some ... extracurricular shots. It was a really naughty but really hot weekend, and he had done stuff like put me in diapers, spank me, give me an enema, spoon-feed me, and take a lot of pictures the whole time.

So this other folder, which I had forgotten about in my excitement, had pictures of me in the middle of a diaper change, with a rosy red butt and tear-streaked cheeks, and with a mouthful of cum that was dribbling down my chin onto a bib, among plenty of other weird shots. It was definitely not something that I meant to send.

When I realized what I had done, it was too late to undo it. I immediately started typing, as fast as I could, trying to tell Dimitri not to look at those, that I had made a mistake. I was desperate to try and keep him from seeing them. I thought I had messed this up before it had even started. I was just about pulling my fur out, and I nearly bit Basho's ear off.

Dimitri is typing...

I was surprised when he responded by sending me an image instead of another message. I really didn't have any guess as to what it could be, but I was still surprised when I downloaded it and opened it. What I saw was, without question, the biggest, thickest lioncock I had ever seen, with a massive paw's thumb and index finger wrapped around the base. Dimitri had taken a picture with his own webcam, and something he had seen had apparently gotten him very excited. I was dumbfounded, both by the reaction and the - ahem - intensity of it.

As I was staring (and maybe drooling, a little) at that picture, Dimitri sent me another message. "I can see that you've been a very, very naughty kitten, Katie. That simply won't do, dear. I want you waiting on the sidewalk outside your apartment in fifteen minutes, and I want you dressed in something that you think I'll like. I'll be coming over to pick you up presently, and then we'll see what sort of punishment you need. I bet it's been a long time since you've been properly punished, kitten."

I read over that message four or five times, because I literally couldn't believe it. It was even better than my wildest fantasies. Seriously, I hadn't even imagined that Dimitri could possibly be that interested in the weird bunch of kinks and personality quirks that I had to offer that he would want to drive over and grab me from my apartment at nearly ten o'clock at night. I thought I must have been dreaming, so I hadn't responded.

Dimitri sent another message. "Well, Katie... can you do that for me? Can you be ready that soon? I'm anxious to come over and fetch you, my dear."

My paws quickly moved to the keyboard, and I responded. Of course, of course I would be ready. I'd be waiting for him. I would have done anything he wanted me to, so just to meet him in front of my apartment was nothing.

So that was how I found myself, standing in the yellow glow of the streetlight, wearing my tightest, pink babydoll t-shirt. It barely had any sleeves to speak of, it didn't quite cover all of my tummy, and it had the word 'Princess' written across the chest in purple cursive script. I may have got it from the girl's department at Target. I was also wearing a really short denim miniskirt. So short, in fact, it didn't even cover my rump entirely, so that the curve of each of my cheeks was peeking out. It didn't hurt that I was wearing a pair of pink thong panties, with a heart design on the pouch that covered my crotch as well. The last bits of my outfit were the ribboned barrette in my hair and the rainbow-patterned, knee-high socks that I had on underneath my pink Converse All-Stars.

I mentioned that I liked pink a lot, right? Even though I was only waiting there in front of my apartment for a few minutes, it felt like an eternity. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, and it probably goes without saying that I had a stiffy. My breath caught in my throat each time I saw a pair of headlights coming up the street, but when I could finally make out shape of Dimitri's SUV in the dim light, I literally started shaking. As he pulled up, my knees were so rubbery I could barely stand. But I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me.