# Horace and Andre

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Cat, Fantasy, M/M, No-Yiff, Series, Skunk, Transformation, Weasel

#7 of CatGirl

More 'Gina Catgirl' character interaction outside the Pride.
Adult for nude guys fondling
Digression into anti-censorship

 Horace and Andre - (c) 2010-0114.2034 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved  
  
Horace TomCat had seen Andre Weasel's photography in an advert  
for Biological Synthetics Incorporated. A lovely CatGirl strutted her  
stuff for BioSyn's Furson Catalog. Horace had Gone Furry to escape  
his shady past when he'd been a patsy for drug-and-gun-smugglers.  
  
He'd picked the black-and-white Catfur to go with his mulatto  
ancestry and was attracted by her light gray fur with white chest and  
belly, dark gray gloves and boots. He had no idea of her past, why  
she'd Gone Furry; it was just that the photos brought out her beauty.  
  
So many other photos of Fursons followed the fashion-mag habit  
of airbrushing out the slightest imperfections; Horace disliked the  
fake perfection. Andre's pics caught the Young Teen Cat's slightly  
disheveled fur and she still looked lovely.  
  
She was also wearing nothing but the fur and a sly smile; just  
some very strategic shadows kept the censors from going nuts. So the  
pics caught Horace's eye; he wanted to meet her and figured the best  
way was to see the photographer, so he looked him up from the credits.  
  

  When he went to Andre's loft he first saw a guy who'd Gone  
Skunk. The two black-and-white guys hit it off immediately, and Jacques  
introduced Horace to Andre. Horace was a bit put off by the two guys'  
living together; but he figured, oh yeah, they were French.  
  
Horace had always figured he only looked at girls so he was  
straight, but these Fursons seemed OK together, and Horace kinda  
cozied up to Andre to get to Gina CatGirl. He wasn't sure what to  
make of their clothing-optional lifestyle, but of course everything  
was covered in fur.  
  
Turned out Andre Weasel was bi, got along with guys and gals;  
and Horace didn't know what changes to make in his own life as a new  
Furson. He was kinda liberal though, and let Andre teach him some  
stuff, er, one-on-one.  
  
\*  
  
Fur is soft and warm and inviting; that's why people own pets,  
and why BioSyn makes Fursons and fur slaves. Recombinant DNA mixes  
human and animal in different proportions, and Going Furry was still  
very new; no person, Furson or fur slave knew how to deal with the  
new truth.  
  

  So Andre and Horace had no legal or social guidelines; they  
just had to feel their way along, so to speak. Andre's loft was big  
enough Jacques left them alone to explore their Fursonal feelings.  
  
Horace was just curious at first; the Weasel fur was short and  
a bit spiky. The French furrs got their new friend com-fur-table and  
relaxed quickly; Andre was willing to help Horace and wanted to admire  
the Cat. They went to a spare room together; no bed, no pressure.  
  
Pleasure is pleasure, and it doesn't matter whose paws are on  
you. The Weasel started with a pawlick just to say hello, and it felt  
OK to both furrs. Horace returned the lick and hugged him gently.  
  
Andre started rubbing Horace's shoulders to relax him, and  
the Cat rubbed back. They held each other and let their paws slide  
down one another's furry bodies, not yet pressing the curves. Both  
guys liked the other's firm muscles under the warm fur.  
  
Horace was OK with Andre fur-flowing around him and sighed  
contentedly as the Weasel's strong arms rubbed him down and around  
his front. The Cat started purring quietly and tilted his head  
back, relaxing into Andre's gentle grasp.  
  

  He was a bit surprised when Weasel paws caressed up his  
furry chest and started circling his guy nipples. He tensed a  
little, and Andre didn't push it, just held him and let his  
head rest on the Cat's left shoulder.  
  
Horace had no idea of Andre's past, but the Weasel had always  
been a gentleman with lovers of either gender. Soon the Cat relaxed  
and Andre tried again, slower. He whispered in Horace's ear asking if  
it was OK to continue, and waited a second or two for Horace to think  
and whisper back ... yes.  
  
\*  
  
Andre slowly hugged Horace again, inhaling his Cat scent while  
Weasel scent caressed the otherfur's enhanced nostrils. Maybe both of  
them were still getting used to the new scents, sights and sounds of  
their new Furson bodies. Oh, and the feel of fur on pawpads instead  
of on fingers.  
  
One of the problems with having fur is your own sense of touch  
is blocked a bit, as does having a thin blanket on. Sure it's warm,  
but you tend to flex your short paw-fingers and skritch down to the  
otherfur's skin. There's less feeling on the rest of your body when  
the skin is covered.  
  

  Andre noticed when Horace's body relaxed, then carefully began  
a slow sensuous caress of his chest. Horace didn't flinch again, so  
Andre moved his paws around Horace's nipples; the Cat moaned softly  
as the pleasure grew.  
  
The groans became louder when Andre slowly squeezed the Cat  
nipples. There was a slight response from the bi Weasel's sheath, and  
Horace put his left paw on Andre's left paw and slowly moved it down  
his chest. Andre let his paw trail down the Cat's firm six-pack and  
past his hips.  
  
Horace was still shy around other guys but he was curious  
about the fur. Andre didn't press his new friend, just gave the  
Cat the time he needed to relax and allow the sensations.  
  
BioSyn gives different Fursons different bodies in addition  
to the species change. Almost all the guys have the sheath put in to  
hold them, especially the ones who go Canid or Mustelid; but animal  
cats don't have em so Horace had a tougher choice. He went with the  
partial sheath with the sorta spikes, to give the gals a little,  
er, extra thrill.  
  

  Horace spoke softly since the Weasel was still draped over  
his shoulder; it felt good to have somefur warm and cuddly holding  
him. He told Andre about his choice of fur body and Andre'd seen  
the TomCat just in the fur. It hid his Cathood, and Andre disengaged  
from Horace to show his Weaselhood.  
  
\*  
  
It wasn't a contest so neither Furson actually measured; but  
since the Weasel was OK just in the fur and now, well, \*showing\*,  
Horace relaxed too. It was such a strange situation for him being  
with another guy; he wasn't sure how to react, so he kept going  
back and forth between nervousness and relaxation.  
  
But Andre Rousseau had already gone through exactly the same  
concerns with ladies and men growing up in Lyons France, so when he  
became Andre Weasel he knew how to handle it. Literally. And now he  
showed the sexy kitty how to relax and 'go with the flow'.  
  
Look, I know this is long-winded, and you furrs who were  
expecting four-letter body-part words and lots of gay sex are just  
gonna be disappointed. I'm not a pro writer, I just write what furrs  
tell me. If they don't wanna do show-and-tell, I don't push or judge.  
Just let em tell their story their way, OK?  
  

  Horace TomCat had already gone way beyond anything he'd seen  
in movies; sure he'd been with young ladies when he'd been human, but  
he was having trouble remembering he'd only come to Andre's loft to  
get in touch, literally, with the sexy Gina CatGirl.  
  
He tried to do the hugging and touching he'd done with the  
ladies, but now he was close to Andre Weasel and the fur was quite  
frankly erotic. He'd kinda had a tail fetish before, I mean caressing  
Fursons' and fur slaves' literal tails. Andre wore his fur rather  
short and spiky to keep gawkers away, but it was really quite soft  
and fluffy once you got to know him.  
  
Horace was getting to know Andre, um, up close and Fursonal.  
He was surprised he was so relaxed about it; he thought it would be  
a lot harder, I mean more difficult, to get the Weasel to give up  
Gina's address.  
  
Besides, furrs caress each others' fur a bit differently than  
humans; almost always down the body with the lie of the fur. With skin  
you can go up, down, right, left, in circles. It just doesn't feel  
quite right with fur. Yeah, OK, sometimes it's lotsa fun to relax  
with somefurs and just enjoy them, but then the fur won't look so  
cared-for. Wash your hair and sleep on it wet, and you'll see what  
I'm driving at here.  
  

  \*  
  
So Andre and Horace tried some stuff out. I left you at the  
last star with Cathood and Weaselhood showing. I'm not gonna comment  
on size cause they didn't; let's just say neither was disappointed.  
There was more touching, hugging, fur-licking, and handling of tails.  
  
Fursons are kinda ticklish under their tails; BioSyn makes  
em that way on purpose. Gives em all something to discover about  
their new bodies. Horace TomCat and Andre Weasel spent the rest  
of the afternoon finding out just where the other was ticklish.  
  
When dinnertime rolled around, Jacques Skunk rapped on the  
closed door and averted his eyes as he told Andre and Horace he'd  
cooked and was ready to serve. I mentioned the loft was clothing-  
optional, and Horace had relaxed enough to join them that way. They  
just put clean towels on the chairs and dug into 'poisson au buerre  
avec les pommes de terre et haricots verts'.  
  
Oops, I mean 'fish in butter sauce with potatoes and French  
green beans'. Remember the Weasel grew up in France and the Skunk  
had French neighbours. I guess I just got carried away again.  
  

  Anyway, they had to work off all the calories, and what better  
way than a romp around the big loft? It had lots of open space for  
photo shoots, and I'll leave you to imagine three naked furry guys  
running around. Their Furson bodies were better, stronger, faster  
than human, and you'd think they were kids again the way they  
carried on.  
  
Then it was time for Horace to go back home to get some sleep  
before going back to work. He'd forgotten about meeting Gina CatGirl  
in the fun of meeting other Fursons, but he'd get his chance soon  
enough. He'd also get the chance to become friends with Jacques Skunk.  
  
\*  
  
OK, True Confessions time; you can skip down to the next star  
if you don't care. I've been interested in anthropomorphic animals for  
decades, even in high school where I got in trouble for it. The school  
authorities also threatened to call the police when I admitted I was  
curious about other guys and the clothing-optional lifestyle.  
  
But before you judge me, walk a few miles in my shoes. All  
the Biological Synthetics Incorporated stuff I've written, even what  
I haven't posted, is a mixture of what I've experienced in real life,  
with a liberal dose (sometimes \*very\* liberal) of news articles, ideas  
I've copped from science-fiction stories, and my own (my family says  
sick and twisted) imagination.  
  

  Anyone who's read the Kevin Foxboy, JakeFox, Gina CatGirl,  
BioLab, or Lord Lu stuff knows what I'm talking about. Lots of times  
I divert from the Furry stuff to stick in religion, philosophy or just  
ramblings. I was honestly expecting some email response, even "that's  
sick" or "you don't know what the h- you're writing about!" from the  
KevFox.t35.com website, because I've emailed authors I've read, to  
ask about a plot point or comment on a concern they'd put forth.  
  
Nofur's bothered to reply, and I hope they don't feel I've  
insulted them. Even if I disagree with somefur, I've always been  
civil about it, asking them to be mature about the disagreement  
and think seriously instead of just giving a knee-jerk response.  
Lots of times I just let it drop instead of fighting about a point.  
  
I disagree strongly with American censorship and religious  
conservatives. What the hey do they think they're protecting people  
from, and why are they qualified to make judgements about other  
people's lives? A few websites dropped my postings because 'someone  
might get offended', but if they do, it's up to them to go elsewhere,  
not block me for having a different lifestyle.  
  

  Note, nobody actually said they \*were\* offended, just the  
hosting company thought some unnamed someone \*might get\* offended!  
It's immoral to get violent and hurt others, but that's OK in PG13  
movies! And just try to show some skin or people being affectionate,  
and the Motion Picture Academy of America (read Censors) gets all R  
or even NC17 apoplectic!  
  
These people get offended so easily over nothing, and try to  
impose their views on everyone else! \*They're\* the ones society should  
label as \*sick and twisted\*!  
  
\*  
  
See, here's the star! Horace TomCat came by Andre Weasel's  
loft, and did some more paw-licking, hugging, caressing, amd cuddling.  
After running around the loft together just in the fur, Horace was  
relaxed enough for Jacques to join the Cat and Weasel; and the French  
furrs were relaxed enough to include the TomCat.  
  
But they weren't averse to wearing clothes, and wore jeans  
when somefur came around for a photoshoot. Y'know, more professional  
that way. Somefurs were more relaxed than others; and BioSyn Labs paid  
for the Furson pics to get people to Go Furry, so Andre did fur shots  
to show off their work.  
  

  They were in America, and Americans are so strange; they get  
all upset when you show them affectionate furrs! So Andre's profes-  
sional shots were just individual furrs. But the photoshoots included  
lots of shots of interaction the furrs kept for themselves. Only if  
they wanted, no social pressure.  
  
Some of the ladyfurs were a bit worried about the shoots with  
the guys watching, but Andre was a perfect gentlefurr, always strictly  
professional during the shoots. If a lady was shy, he'd put up the  
screens; plywood frames just like a theatre uses would block light but  
show a background scene and reflect some light to fill in shadows.  
  
Remember Andre Rousseau had grown up as a model and thought  
nothing of working with nude men and women; being nude is sensual  
but not automatically sexual. That's where Americans get it wrong.  
Fur hides the body parts anyway, and sensual sells Going Furry, so  
Andre coaxed most of the ladies into being OK with undressing.  
  
So when Gina CatGirl came by again for more Teen Cat pics,  
Jacques Skunk gave Horace TomCat a heads-up call. Andre let him in,  
and let him and Jacques watch Gina. When Andre saw Gina starting to  
relax with Horace, the two Frenchfurs kinda figgered on leaving em  
alone together. Jacques was reloading the analog camera, and Andre  
looked at him that kinda dreamy Weasel way, admiring the black-and-  
white Skunkfur that photographed so nicely.  
  

  Gina caught the goofy grin and suggested they 'get a room'.  
Jacques got his jeans off past his wide Skunktail and used it to  
cover his, er, Skunkhood. Andre undressed too, er 'weaseling' out  
of his jeans. Gina thought they were kinda comical but was curious  
about the first TomCat she'd seen up close.  
  
I already said what Gina and Horace did; another chapter  
might tell what Andre and Jacques started before being interrupted  
by Horace's happy whoop when Gina agreed to go out with him.

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