After the fiasco at the park where it had started to rain on their parade, so to speak, the Joseph and Gena had taken shelter in the public bathrooms and waited out the storm.  They’d dried off as best they could but there’s only so much you can do with hand dryers and wringing out your clothes.

	The second they arrived home, the two of them jumped into a hot shower before curling up together under a blanket on the couch.  Gena was so mad at Joseph for not being adult enough to check the weather before they’d left, so while they were cuddling, she made no advances towards him.  She had even refused to play around in the shower earlier, which left the seventeen year old Snow Leopard frustrated and annoyed with his little ten year old black Timber Wolf charge.

	However as time passed, his frustration and annoyance with her gradually turned to guilt and he eventually suggested they go to the mall so he could buy her a makeup gift.  That was enough to make the little wolf happy with him again and she darted off to get dressed while he pulled on a fresh set of clothes from the bag he’d brought when he’d come the previous day.  It was already getting dark out, both from the clouds in the sky and that it was getting late.  He made a mental note to buy some dinner as well while they were out.

	When she came running downstairs, she was wearing one of the shirts she’d stolen from him a month previous, his favorite band shirt with a big blue flaming demon skull across the front.  It was really big on her and made her look like that was all she was wearing, but then she pulled it up, revealing that she was wearing black tights that ended at her knees.  They were practically underwear actually.  “You sure you wanna wear that in public?” he asked her with a deadpan look and she struck a pose, one hand on hip and the other flipping him off.

	“You bet I do!” she said with a laugh and he shook his head as he devoured the distance between them, swept her up over his shoulder and gave her cute little rump a spanking as he walked towards the door, making her laugh and beat at his back.  Only when they got to his car did he set her down and she giggled the whole way to her side, getting in when he unlocked it.  “I want some Micky D’s,” she said as she buckled up and Joseph could only chuckle and ask what specifically.  She got this look and then looked over at him, “Something without meat.  I get enough of yours at home.”  The boy nearly drove off the road as he looked over at her with a surprised, disbelieving look then he laughed.

	When they arrived at the mall, their first stop was the food court where they got their food from the Micky D’s there and sat at one of the tables to eat.  Gena got a small salad with vinaigrette while Joseph got two burgers, one beef and one chicken, then put the two together with some buffalo sauce to make a burger that was a god among burgers.  “That’s a big burger,” she spoke up as she took a bite of her salad.  The look on her face was a mix of horror, fascination, disbelief and curiosity, which turns out to be a rather hilarious expression rivaling that of the derp face.

	“You’re damn right it is. Fucking delicious too.  Not so much when it settles in your stomach though, I know I definitely regret it, but it tastes good and that’s enough for me,” he told her and she rolled her eyes.  They were sitting across from each other at this small table, so when he felt her foot stroke along his inner thigh, he wasn’t surprised.  He was however when she stopped and didn’t do it again.  When he raised his gaze from his food, he found her watching one of the TVs mounted to the center column holding up the ceiling.  There was the news playing, describing a bombing in a city to the northeast of them.  The Snow Leopard just sighed and shook his head.  “You’d think people would be less stupid, but it seems no matter where you go or what you do, someone out there will not be happy until they kill a ton of people for no reason.”  Gena was quiet a moment then agreed and they finished their food in somber silence for the dead.

	After throwing away their trash, they made their way towards the clothing departments and the little bad wolf grew ever more excited as time progressed.  “I’ll buy you one outfit,” he told her and she looked up at him with the happiest look ever.  When they entered a large, warehouse like area, she took the lead, going down the aisles and racks of clothes, looking over every single piece with an analytic eye.  She picked out several tops, skirts and even two dresses then proceeded to drag him towards the changing rooms.

	“I wanna try them on first,” she said, sounding very eager and all Joseph could do was carry the clothes and let her pull him along.  At the changing rooms, which simply was a long hall with curtained off sections, they parted ways and he sighed as he sat on the waiting bench next to this rather attractive young bobcat woman.  She looked to be in her early twenties, but he had the feeling she was probably older since all felines didn’t really show their age until they were quite old.  She was wearing a dark blue blouse, which contrasted well with her gray and white fur with its so many darker spots.  They weren’t as defined as the spots that patterned his fur, but they were attractive none the less.  She even had the most beautiful grey green eyes speckled with flecks of gold.  He didn’t look any lower, so he had no honest idea if she was wearing a skirt or pants, though he took her as being the kind to wear nice tight jeans.

	“Hello there.  Waiting on your husband to finish trying on clothes?” he asked politely, giving her a friendly smile.  She smiled back and laughed lightly at his assumption, his intentions so very obvious.

	“No.  I’m not married.  I’m just waiting for my daughter to try on the clothes she’d picked out.  Children, they can be a real hassle,” she said with another soft laugh.  Her voice was somewhere between sultry and sweet.  Joseph really couldn’t help wanting to talk to her more, just to hear her speak if nothing else.

      Despite himself, he looked down at her hand as he replied, seeing the gold ring on her left ring finger, “Yeah.  Some more than others.  Although she has been calmer as of late.”  When he raised his gaze, he saw that she’d followed his eyes and was now absently rubbing the ring on her finger.  Before he could ask, she spoke up, telling him that she was a widow and that her husband had died a few years ago.
      
      Joseph frowned at that and reached over, giving her back a gentle rub along her spine, which made her shift a little and tear her gaze from her ring to look at him as she purred a little.  “I’m sorry to hear that.  He must have been a great man, for you to still be mourning his loss even after so long,” he said softly and she stopped purring to give him a sad smile, pulling at his heartstrings.
      
      She nodded lightly and looked away, holding her hands on her lap.  “He was a good man but he never really took care of himself.  All he did was love me as much as he could until the day he died,” she said softly then gave a soft, sad laugh, raising a hand to wipe her eye, “I feel like such an old bitty saying that.  I’m only twenty-seven damn it.”  She sighed and was halfway through a pout when Joseph pulled her close to his chest, surprising the woman who was ten years his senior.  She went very still against him as he stroked her lush, dark brown hair, but after a few heartbeats, she melted and leaned against him, sighing softly.
      
      “You aren’t old, and it’s perfectly fine to mourn the loss of someone you love.  It is why we have hearts in the first place, to love others and miss them when they’re gone,” he told her softly as she let him hold her, feeling comfort in him.
      
      “Is it bad that I am letting you hold me like this when I don’t even know your name?” she asked quietly and Joseph responded with a soft laugh as he ran his fingers through her hair.
      
      “Just a little bit, but I can remedy that.  My name is Joseph,” he told her and she smiled as she told him that her name was Misha.  Now that they’d properly introduced themselves, they slowly parted and talked about more things, such as Joseph being pretty young and babysitting the little black timber wolf she’d seen earlier, which lead to Misha talking about her daughter Athaisce and how her name meant ‘my treasure’ in Irish Gaelic.  Eventually they talked about him maybe coming over and babysitting her daughter some time.
      
      While all this happened, Gena had gone into the changing rooms and at random picked out a room.  She was in so much of a hurry that she stumbled in upon someone else changing, which caused the other occupant to gasp.  “Oh gosh I’m sorry!” she said to the boy, but then stopped before she left, seeing something odd about the ‘boy’.  While the young bobcat looked to be a boy of her age in both face and shoulders, when she looked down, she saw that the ‘boy’ was wearing cute little pink panties… and lacked the distinctive bulge a boy should have.
      
      Intrigued and completely curious, the girl advanced on the backing away ‘boy’ who was trying desperately to cover both his chest and crotch in a very feminine way.  “Wha-what do you want?” ‘he’ asked, voice like that of a young boy and he winced when Gena pulled his hand away and, like the little hellion she was, pulled down his panties to reveal a cute little cunny.  Both of them gasped at the same time, one from surprise and the other from embarrassment.
      
      “You’re not a boy!” Gena said and the cuntboy blushed beneath his fur as he covered his crotch with one hand, naked now save for the panties at his knees.  “But you look like a boy everywhere else,” she continued, standing and frowning at the embarrassed bobcat, then added with a big smile, “That’s so cool!”  The cuntboy blinked and raised his brows in surprise at both this and when Gena started pulling off her clothes.
      
      “Wha-what are you doing!?” he asked again and Gena raised a finger to her lips before walking over and surprising the bobcat yet again by kissing him.  Having never been kissed before, the boy practically melted at the skill she showed, the kiss soon turning into heated frenching.
      
      When the little bad wolf broke the kiss, she grinned as she knelt in front of the cuntboy, “My name’s Gena.”  The bobcat blushed beneath his fur at that and was halfway through introducing himself when she pushed his hand aside and gave his little cunny a lick, his words slurring into a quiet moan.  Seeing he was clearly sensitive and possessing a devilish glint in her eyes, she pushed down his panties further and spread his legs before really starting to work his cunny over.
      
      Every lick, every lash of her tongue, made the boy shiver, eventually raising one hand to bite his forefinger as he pushed his hips against her mouth, getting her wet with his honey. Then when he placed his free hand on her head, he clutched at her hair and gasped when she responded by thrusting her tongue inside him like Joseph had to her so many times in the past.  Using all the things that her babysitter had done to her, Gena quickly brought the boy to climax, getting a small flood of juices as reward for her efforts.
      
      She then stood as the boy sank to his rump, panting heavily, the wetness from his little cunny staining the floor.  “Well Athaimmmmmm,” she said with a giggle, wiping her face in a vain attempt to dry her fur, “That was fun.  Let’s try on the clothes I picked out.”  The little bobcat gave her a look of disbelief before giggling as he stood, using the wall to support his wobbly legs.  Together they tried on several outfits before leaving the changing rooms to see Misha once again leaning against Joseph as he held her, though they parted from each other as the young ones approached.
      
      “Joseph!” Gena said, going over to him and placing her hands on his knees, looking up at him with big puppy wolf eyes and tail wagging slowly, “Can Athaisce sleep over tonight?” she asked and he blinked before looking over at the boy, which made him blink again.  The ‘boy’ was wearing a spaghetti strap top of a light pink with purple flowers on it and a violet skirt.
      
      “Uh…  Well I dunno.  You’d have to ask his mo-“ he started but was cut off when a sudden thought occurred to him and he looked over at Misha, “I thought you said you had a daughter.”  She laughed at that and explained that Athaisce was her daughter, then leaned in and whispered to him that her daughter was a ‘cuntboy’ as it was crudely called.  He blinked at her a few times, then looked over at the young bobcat before looking to his little bad wolf again, “Um… Okay.  So, yeah.  You have to ask Misha here fir-“
      
      Again he was cut off but this time by Misha herself as she replied to Gena, “It sounds like a wonderful idea.  I’d like to spend some more time with your babysitter here as well.”  Gena gave a little cheer and Joseph chuckled before giving Misha the address to Gena’s home.  “Oh.  So it’s not your house?” she asked and he nodded and explained that he always watched Gena at her home, since it was nicer than his apartment.
      
The bobcat mother looked a little put off by that but he shook his head, “It’s okay.  They won’t be back til late tomorrow so it won’t be a problem, I’ll explain when they arrive.”  With that the two of them stood and hugged before parting ways with their respective young ones.  Joseph bought Gena one of the outfits she’d picked out before leading her back through the mall towards the car, stopping at a small ‘grocery’ department to pick up a bottle of sparkling grape juice.
      
      After that they returned to his car and stowed away the purchases in the trunk before getting in and starting the drive home.  On the way back, Gena called for his attention and Joseph looked over, swerving the car a little when he saw her leaning back in her seat, one leg up and her oversized shirt pulled up, revealing cute little pink panties.  “Where did those come from?” he asked, immediately thinking the little hellion had stolen them but she laughed as said they were Athaisce’s, which made him blink before giving in to soft chuckles, “Oh you little bad wolf.”