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Gina CatGirl 5) Gina and Friends

When Horace got used to the fur, he moved to another city the Feds had used for witnesses before. There was a clinic nearby with docs and nurses who were familiar with treating Fursons. He wanted to meet new furrs and make friends, and was kinda partial to other Kitties.

One day he was at the clinic and saw some fashion magazine in the waiting room. He didn't care about women's fashions cause he was a guy, but he was quite interested in the cover model. She was a lovely light-gray Cat, really sexy-looking with the white tummy and dark gray wrists and ankles. Horace had always liked a well-turned ankle.

The pic had a photographer credit, but not the model's pro name. That isn't fair; if you protect her you should protect the photog too. And if you name him, you should name her too, or at least her agent, so others can hire her!

She looked around fifteen years old, but some of that was makeup and airbrushing. Cat fur tends to frizz under hot studio lights, so either her whole fur had styling gel (yuck, that junk's tough to wash out!) or there was a lot of post-shoot work. Horace wanted to work with her fur himself.

It didn't take long for Horace to track down the cover photog; and the weasel was bi, which let Horace in his loft. He lived on the mezzanine of his studio and liked black-and-white furry guys. The contrasting fur photographed nicely in black-and-white, and Horace's highlights were sexy in color.

Anyfur knows Kitties are warm and soft-furred and cuddly. Horace let Andre film him in analog and digital formats; the old stuff lets you do creative effects like off-focus and depth-of-field showoffs you just can't get with the artificially 'perfect' Digics.

Andre and Horace checked out each others' fur and did some stuff that isn't PG13. Email me if you want the details. Andre had a live-in skunk boyfriend, and Jacques liked the kittyfur too. Horace soon got their trust, and never betrayed them. He did find out about the cover model, Gina, since Andre'd found her dark gray, light gray, and white fur quite interesting artistically.

Other ways too, and Jacques liked Gina too. The three furrs talked alot over the weekend; the mag that hired them as photog and model (that's how they met) gave Andre her cell, and Horace peeked, saying let's go out sometime, the four of us. When the others went out on a gig Horace looked up her address from the number.

He was quite shocked to see she only had a reference for the cell phone bill! It came to a local hospital, and the nurses held mail for Gina. Horace was hooked, the sexykitty lived nearby!

I mean, the hospital was; it treated human patients, with BioSyn blood and organs. Gina was a Furson, like Andre, Horace, and Jacques; Horace talked with the nurses and found they didn't know where Gina lived. She avoided answering their questions about that.

Horace knew from Fursonal experience that many standard Humans were very prejudiced against Fursons; after all, it meant people could look like beasts! And BSI made Fursons as well as fur slaves, which were animals that looked like people. So it *was* a bit confusing for a standard Human, who couldn't just scent the difference!

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Anyway, Horace started looking around for Gina, and when he saw her thru a crowd of Humans, he wanted to shout a hello until he saw her ... stealing someone's wallet! OK the guy probably had it coming, he was looking at her body instead of his pockets. Fursons are better, stronger, faster; and Horace looked around and saw some choreography: Gina distracted someone, a Cheetah fem skated up and took the wallet, then handed it to a black Jaguar who simply melted into the crowd. The sexy Tigress was part of it, she blocked the view as she sauntered by and Gina went off another way. To a Human, she'd look innocent.

And the big Leopardess blocked Horace from following Gina; it looked casual but Horace saw the adult male Lion, Tiger, Cheetah, and another Jag. If it were really just coincidence, they wouldn't all come by and go down the same two alleyways.

No. Horace had seen enough military history shows on TV to know a flanking maneuver when he saw one, and he was seeing one now. It wasn't just a group of guys on one side of the street, a group of ladies on the other.

Flanking can be used to get around someone and attack, or to guard a column while seeming casual. Then there's flanking the flankers, or out-flanking an enemy. You could get, er, all flanked up if you weren't careful!

Horace flanked, and followed the Tigress from downwind. She was a natural predator, and she'd beat a kitty in a fight, but the ease worked against her; she saw no Humans, and thought nobody was following. Horace caught sight of Gina around a corner, disappearing into an old building, and hid in the alley to watch.

Sure enough, the Tigress went in too, and an hour passed by while a Cheetah, Jag, and Tiger joined them; Horace didn't see the Lion or Leopardess, or the other Jag or Cheetah, so they probably went in from the other alley. He was a Pussycat, could see in almost total darkness, and he easily evaded the crude signals on the floor that no Human would notice.

The nine furrs were talking in low voices, but a Furson has better hearing than a Human. They were talking about their 'score' and Horace knew he'd stumbled upon a robbery ring. His FBI handler Maurice would want to know; but first he'd get evidence, not just his word.

Horace had broken the law, and been shot and beat up; he'd stop others from that fate. He would have to infiltrate the group, and his best bet would be to befriend the one of his own Furson species, the sexy Gina.

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Gina had been a CatGirl a few years now, and grown up a lot as the Pussy Pride's baitfur. Acted like an adult, she was treated that way by the Pride but still needed to look trustworthy. Even puny Humans could tell she wasn't innocent anymore.

But CatGirls *are* kinda shy and innocent, and want everything to go smoothly. Instinctively wary of anything new, but not suspicious. Horace hung out at Andre's, and when he called Gina to ask if she would do another photo shoot, she agreed. She kept her distance from the new furr, but let Jacques watch her fully dressed; and as she got more comfortable, she let them all see some arm, some leg, some shoulder.

She knew Andre the Weasel was bi, and Jacques the Skunk was his boyfriend. She figured the new Cat, Horace, was at least curious, because he looked at Andre flowing around the studio floor taking shot after shot, keeping Gina moving and her hair flipping in the air. She knew Andre liked the action shots.

Gina was almost sixteen, and she'd learned from Lion about other action. When she took a break, Horace got her some apple juice. She liked the slightly tart taste, and she was starting to like Horace. She watched Andre lying on the floor watching Jacques reload the film camera.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't you two get a room!" Jacques thought that was an excellent idea, and skinned out of his jeans, just his wide tail curled up hiding him. Andre had seen him many times just in the fur. The darkroom was on the mezzanine, and the two furrs went up, "to see what develops". Both pairs of jeans were left on the studio floor.

Gina and Horace were sorta alone now. Horace was a gentlefurr, going to the sofa and plopping down with his own apple juice. Gina sat on the chair, er, catty-corner to the TomCat. She'd recovered her breath from the exercise of the shoot, and Horace had liked watching her deep breathing, but he said nothing; just looked around the place to the left, then past Gina, then right, then back to look at her.

Gina hadn't bothered to put her dress back on, and Horace figured she was used to being in the fur with Andre. He liked her ease with the fur; he was still a bit shy with the ladies. She was still dressed decently, though not completely modestly.

Ladies, you may not know this, but it's really tough being a guy sometimes. If you complement a lady's physical appearance, you risk being accused of being a pervert; if you pretend not to notice, you risk insulting her efforts. *We can NOT read your minds*, and we're not wired to pick up clues; you've taken decades of social- isation to get that good at it!

Give us a frakkin break, tell us in words how you feel; if it took you a while, let us learn when you want compliments and when to leave you alone! Expecting the otherfur to know what you know, like what you like, and react the same way you do is just plain wrong. You'll make incorrect judgments, and send mixed signals to anyfur else just trying to keep up with you!

OK, guys do the same thing, and it drives the ladies nuts.

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As a result of being alone together in Andre Weasel's loft for a few hours, Gina relaxed a bit with Horace and they got to know each other a bit. Gina said she had other friends, and Horace kept it to himself he'd seen her planning crimes with these friends. He did ask if he should be jealous, only he said it jokingly; he'd relaxed with her but wasn't sure how she'd take the question.

Gina giggled and said no, there was a Lion she liked, and Horace was still joking as he said he couldn't compete. Both furrs knew that was true, strictly speaking; no Kitty beats up a Lion. But Gina didn't get all serious, and Horace followed her lead. The Lion had a girlfriend, and Horace asked quietly if Gina wanted a boyfriend.

She said "yeah, OK" and Horace swallowed dramatically as if it was a big deal. He said he liked her and could they go out together sometime? Gina knew it was a risk to a guy's ego to ask a gal out, so she considered it seriously. She said ... yes.

Horace's delighted whoop would have hurt her ears, but the loft was big enough to take the sound. Two furry heads appeared over the mezzanine railing; the TomCat had disturbed the otherfurrs', er, activity. Neither Cat saw the bondage toys on the skunkboy.