It was a strange creature, the size of a cat, with an extremely stocky build. Its face was so flat that it was nearly concave. Its eyes looked in all different directions, marbles spinning in sockets too big, and its thick wavy black fur stuck out in randomly-directed, coarse tufts. Its most prominent feature was its disproportionately large rump. It didn’t nibble or pull at the clover, but more so slammed its face into t...

"Because Linda, I'm not a leopard" he said, without trying to hide the anger in his voice. "What's Wrong Tim? You used to always love being a leopard for me." she said as she removed her turtle mask and sat on the bed next to him, placing the whip between her thighs.  "I just don't feel like a leopard anymore." his voice cracked as he spoke and he felt gross and wrong inside like someone had thrown up in his butt. The edg...