# Gina CatGirl 4

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Fantasy, Foxboy, Series, Transformation, felid, kevin

#4 of CatGirl

Gina learns about Lion's muscles, and meets a guy cat

 Gina CatGirl 4) Lies and Fun  
  
Cat-ette divided her time, less for the Pride, more for the  
nurses, some for the street. Part of Gina's deal to become a CatGirl  
was to advertise for BioSyn, and she had been Tween Cat, Young Teen  
Cat, and just Teen Cat for their Furson pics. OK, Tween Cat had been  
a bit young for her, but BioSyn wanted the Cat on the Street look.  
Young, beautiful, underage girls had always been in fashion. Sex  
appeal sells, that's just the way the world is.  
  
One day when Cat-ette visited the Lair unannounced, she saw  
Lion lyin' around in the fur. The fifteen-year-old Kitty was interested  
in Lion's bulges, and he was comfurtable enough to let her watch him.  
She'd noticed the door to the Jags' room was closed, so they were  
probably jagging off again. The Cheetahs were still friendly, and Tiger  
was upstairs with Tigress, Leopardess was out casing the tuna factory  
or something. Cat-ette and Lion were, in effect, alone together.  
  
They decided to case each other out. Gina knew about boys, and  
what they wanted from her, but was unsure of what Lion wanted. Turned  
out, Lion wanted Cat-ette. He'd been scrolling through the newsreader,  
saw the BioSyn ads with Cat-ette showing a bit more fur than a fifteen-  
year-old girl should.  
  

  It's not the same as a human girl showing skin, it's more about  
the way the fur's shown, no longer the cub's innocent flash but a look  
in the eyes, like embers smoldering, you wonder when they'll flame.  
Same look that's been selling cars and appliances, the 'you know you  
want me, I'll be yours if you just buy this' that makes young men buy  
big cars to compensate for ...  
  
And women buy for the men in their lives, an unspoken promise  
they'll be slinky and sexy and whatever he wants. Started out in some  
primitive animal region of the human brain just to keep the species  
alive, now twisted to sell people more material goods and lets 'em  
pretend they're getting something lasting.  
  
It's amazing the lies people tell themselves, tell others, let  
others tell them.  
  
Fursons used to be people so their brains work the same way.  
Show 'em a sexy result, people forget to be cautious and sign up for  
whatever you offer. Fine print says it's untested surgery, you can't  
sue BioSyn if you don't like it, people become fursons anyway.  
  

  Lion was buying whatever Cat-ette's pictures were selling. They  
were already furs so what was left? Her curves, furfrizz airbrushed  
out, he \*was\* a guy and Cat-ette was lovely, desirable, and there. He  
showed her what she'd been missing in life, and she was scared at  
first, but this big powerful adult she'd learned to respect and trust  
was slow and careful with her, and she grabbed him by the paws and hung  
on for the ride.  
  
She never regretted it, even when Leopardess came back, because  
furs are friendly and self-confident and not uptight. Leopardess was  
the olderfur that Ms. Cheetah and Tigress had come to, girl to woman,  
and Mr. Cheetah and Tiger had come to, a bit embarrassed, man to woman.  
For the good of the Pride, Leopardess had spoken honestly to everyfur,  
gotten eachfur to understand a bit about the others' needs, wants, and  
concerns.  
  
Now Leopardess taught Cat-ette, who didn't have a boyfriend,  
because she knew Lion and his interests. He was fur enough to satisfy  
Leopardess whenever and wherever she asked, which was frequently, since  
they were different species and couldn't have cubs. OK, the Cheetahs  
and the Tigers had to be careful. Nofur knew about the Jaguars, and  
they seemed to want it that way. Heck, the Jags didn't have busts, but  
they weren't obviously males either, maybe parts were black on black  
pelts, covered in black fur! Confusion was part of their stealth.  
  

  Once Cat-ette learned about Lion, she found a boyfriend outside  
the Pride. Sure, she joined in the furpiles when the Jags weren't  
around, and the Jags furpiled the others when Cat-ette was out. Horace  
the TomCat seemed a nice enough fellow, but the Pride kept him in the  
dark about their activities, just let Cat-ette have some time away from  
him, hush hush, and he was OK with that.  
  
It never occured to anyfur, not even the usually astute Lion,  
that Horace had his own secrets, his own motives for cozying up to  
Cat-ette. And that was going to get them all in trouble.  
  
\* \* \*  
  
Harald Acteon was an eighteen-year-old mulatto who'd grown  
up in a lower-middle-class neighbourhood somewhere east of the Rocky  
Mountains in America. His life was rather mixed-up, from his black  
father and white mother, to his birth before their marriage was  
legal, to his natural-born younger sister and adopted older one.  
  
Harald didn't make friends easily, and the guys that came to  
him were, to put it bluntly, juvenile delinquents who wanted him to  
sneak into the cop house. He thought it was just a prank, went in,  
and left a back door open for them. But the desk sergeant remembered  
him, and in the morning the cops came to the door, searched the home,  
and found the duffle Harald remembered one of his new friends carrying.  
  

  Now Harald was in real trouble, because they found evidence  
of Harald stealing guns and weed but not the bulk of the stolen goods.  
That made it much worse, because the charges escalated to conspiracy,  
and that meant other people were involved. And if Harald didn't name  
names and cooperated with the cops to arrest the others, he'd bear  
the full punishment as an adult.  
  
Harald didn't have much choice, but he didn't want to be a  
'squealer' either. The law worked it out so they showed him a bunch  
of pictures, crooks they'd caught before Harald came and ones of  
the high school students. He reacted to the pictures of a few known  
delinquents and the cops found some of em trying to sell guns to and  
undercover ATF agent, and caught others in a vice sting.  
  
Gunrunning and drug-dealing are Federal felonies, and the  
property Harald had to forfeit was his name and identity. Somewhere  
before their trials, his 'friends' used the weed for bribes, and the  
guns to 'discuss' the matter. The cops in the witness safehouse had  
ordered pizza and let the deliveryman in, only it was a double 9-mm,  
hold the teflon vests. The cops died, the gunman died, Harald was shot.  
  

  The mythical Actaeon got caught peeking at a skinny-dipping  
goddess and turned into a stag, killed by his own hunting dogs. Harald  
got caught between a cop and some hard time, and the Feds got him as  
far as Granite Peak (the short one) in Montana before the delinquents'  
contacts caught up with them.  
  
They killed the Feds and roughed Harald up. A lot. When the  
Feds and their witness failed to arrive, the local cops searched and  
found what was left. Harald Acteon needed help fast. He could get out  
of his own legal trouble if he described his delinquent 'friends'. He  
refused, saying the cops proved they couldn't protect him. Witness  
Protection had failed.  
  
FBI Special Agent Maurice Branson arranged for Biological  
Synthetics Incorporated to do a trans-fur-mation. Harald and Maurice  
looked through the BSI Furson Catalog and talked with the docs; and  
Harald Acteon became a handsome black-and-white American Shorthair  
HouseCat. He got a round head, pointy ears on top, sexy short muzzle,  
flat nose, whiskers, fangs. Oh, and amber eyes and a nice long tail  
to swish behind him.  
  

  And he changed his name. Now he was Horace TomCat.

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