Nylon stockings required a special kind of care. Felix learned this years ago, tearing through his first pair when trying to put them on as if they were socks. Women’s fashion carried a fragility to it. The clothes were soft and delicate, especially the more intimate selections compared to men. The leopard smiled, remembering how careful he’d been with his first nightgown. 


Then he frowned, shook his head, and took a deep breath before putting on the matching elbow-length gloves. The bra was black, better to stand out against his naturally pink fur. He considered panties but opted out, tossing the pair into the pile of lingerie and negligee by the bedside. All worn in, posed in, then discarded.


Felix’s reflection in the full-body mirror wedged in the corner showed a feminine leopard with petite hips and a thin frame. Were it not for the clothes or the tight pink chastity cage, he’d look perfectly androgynous. 


He flexed. Small muscles bulged across his arms. The leopard cycled through herculean poses seen on faded motivational posters in old gyms. None felt right. 


A more feminine pose came next. Pushing his hip out and twisting around to show off his pert butt and fluffy tail. In retrospect, a pair of panties would have made it more shapely, but the position and look felt right. 


Felix went through numerous poses he deemed feminine or masculine, finding more comfort in the feminine ones like crossing his legs or even pushing his chest out as if he had tits. He peered down at his flat chest, imagining for a moment if he had two small breasts to fill the tiny cups of his bra. A budding heat tingled at the thought, as did a concerning confusion.


A sly whistle caught his attention. Felix covered his chest, leaving his chastity cage free to see for the only other person who shared the apartment. Tiffany’s wide and sharp grin enhanced her towering presence in the door frame. 


“Well, well, well,” The shark teased. Her studded belt slapped against itself at the sway of her hips as she strode inside. The tip of her pink mohawk brushed against their apartment ceiling until she leaned down and cupped her boyfriend’s chin. “Don’t stop on my account, cutie.”


“You’re home early.” Felix ran his fingers along her forearm. Chiseled muscle was so soft to the touch. Spongy. He knew from experience that it could be hard when she wanted it to be. Like a tough pillow, comfortable but firm. “Did practice get canceled?”


Tiff nodded, “Vicky wanted to surprise Deborah with a date. Says she’s working too hard at the new talent agency. That true?”


“Well, I barely see her leave her office.” Felix’s interactions with his boss were either through text, email, or subtle head nods whenever he delivered her coffee or dry cleaning. Work as a personal assistant wasn’t glamorous but it paid better than waiting tables. “I’m not sure how Vicky will get her out.”


“She’ll find a way. Still doesn’t explain why you’re doing a one model fashion show by your lonesome.” 


Biting his lip, Felix lounged across the bed in as sultry a matter he knew. “Well, I felt like trying something.”


Despite the hardening outline in her jeans, Tiffany did not take the bait. She crossed her arms and tilted her head with a smug grin that egged him on. “Oh? And what’s that, my pretty boi?” 


He prompted her closer with a curl of his finger, inching aside for her Amazonian frame. The bed creaked under her weight, the first note in a song they played together with the impromptu instrument. 


“Well, I was thinking,” Felix gripped her shaft through her denim. It pulsed between his fingers, itching for freedom and conquest. She hummed with delight and nodded, letting him take the initiative tonight. “That the next time we fuck, you can…can…” 


She frowned. “Is something wrong?” 


Felix’s face felt hot. “N-No, I just…” he bit his lip again, this time to settle the nerves. Arcing his head low the pink leopard whispered his desire. 


“Can you speak up?” she asked. 


“I…I want you to refer to me as a girl.”


Tiffany’s gray face went pale. She lurched back. “What?”


“I know, I know,” Felix grabbed her hand, “I know it’s weird. Given everything, but I just…I want to try it.”


“But you hate being called a girl.”


He nodded. “I know it’s a lot. But I want to try it. I want to know if I might like it or not.” He shook his head, “Never mind, it’s dumb.”


“It’s not dumb, I’m just a little confused.” Tiffany pursed his lips for a soft, loving kiss. “I can do it, I just don’t want to hurt you. Your comfort is important to me.”


“So you wouldn’t mind?” He asked. 


“Of course not.” Despite her sharp teeth, Felix felt safe in that smile. “Just tell me if I’m going too hard, ok?”


In his defense, Felix wished she’d go a little harder. But he nodded all the same. Silencing her with a finger, the pink leopard trailed down her body, whiffing her scent. A mix of sweat from the summer heat, and her natural musk, culminating at her crotch. With delicate care he unbuttoned her jeans, getting a quick glimpse at her thong before the shark’s thick gray shaft pushed out.


Warm to the touch, Felix took it in both hands and sniffed. Her hearty odor weighed him down, heavy as the rod pressed against his face. Not the biggest he’d seen, or the biggest he’d dealt with, but up there all the same. It dwarfed his well before she became his keyholder. The only cock needed in their relationship. 


At the foot of the bed, Felix’s soft kisses climbed up the shaft, stopping before the tip to drag back down to her heavy sack. Salty precum trailed his tongue at her tip. Felix slipped a finger underneath her balls, trailing along the lines of her cunt. Tiffany shuddered in delight, stripping her chest bare. Her heavy breasts swayed with rhythmic breaths.


“That’s it,” Tiffany said through bated breath. Her hand clasped Felix’s scalp. She could easily force him down her shaft, and sometimes he wished she would. But the shark was too nice, too soft unless Felix begged for her to go harder. Something he needed to work on. 


It did not make her hold any less possessive. 


“Good b…good girl,” she corrected. No wave of dysphoria capsized him. In it’s place was a strange sense of euphoria that fueled his body like a gas. He inched down her cock, pulling back to feel her grip pull against him as the pink leopard went deeper. 


Her continued feminine praise turned his knees to jelly. Halfway down her shaft, Felix let his hands wander to his backside. He trailed a fingertip around his pucker, painfully away how needy it was. 


“Something itching?” Tiffany teased. Too full of dick to be coherent, Felix let her pull him off. The aftertaste of her cock filled every breath, blowing strands of spit and breaking the small bridge of saliva between him and her rod. She pumped it before him, slathering the rest until it gleamed with his juices. The hold on his head grew tighter, forcing him to watch her shaft in all its glory.


“Well, is something itching?” She asked. Her predatory grin glinted in the light when he looked up. Felix nodded, biting his lips while his pink face flushed red. 


“Tell me what it is, honey.” Tiffany laid her wet cock over his face like a treat to a begging hound. “Maybe I can fix it.”


“My…my ass…” Felix sniffed her scent, slipping a finger into his backside to scratch the urging itch. 


“You mean your pussy,” Tiffany corrected. “Your pretty pink pussy. Say it.”


His throat tightened with a gulp. “My pretty pink pussy wants your gray cock, Mistress.” His face hurt from smiling. 


“Mistress? Oh, we’ve really hit the mood haven’t we.” Tiffany laughed. “I’d be happy to scratch that itch, but we seem to be out of condoms. Today’s not a good day, not unless you want to get pregnant.” With both hands she cupped his face, keeping him steady as she leaned down to whisper across a knife’s edge. “Do you want to get pregnant? Have a litter of my shark puppies in your belly?”


Entranced, Felix nodded. Urging his mouth open with her thumb, Tiffany let a small dollop of spit fall drape over his tongue. He swallowed eagerly, like a good girl. 


They had condoms. Her size and his. Felix knew she was pretending to be out when pulled back over the bed. The lucid thoughts fell when her finger slipped inside him, coated with cool lube spread spread throughout his asshole. No, his pussy. The shark took her time, idly teasing the pink leopard by prodding his prostate, giggling when he squirmed. 


“Such a sensitive pussy,” Tiffany mused, “Stretchy too. Perfect for me.” A free hand grabbed his dangling cage, gently squeezing his sack and fingering the urethral hole. He winced with short breaths, moaning as if she were pumping his cock. “It’s too bad your clitty is so big. Maybe we should get something smaller to shrink it? Something tighter.”


“Tiff,” Felix whined.


His girlfriend laughed softly. Pushing his curled tail aside she sat her slicked cock between his waiting cheeks. “You’re so wet,” she teased, grinding her shaft over the lubed hole. “Beg for it.”


Felix buried his face into a pillow. The warmth of her heavy breasts weighed onto his back. 


“I know you heard me. Beg for it. Like a good girl.”


Felix mumbled into the pillow.


“Hmm?” Tiffany’s strong fingers walked up his neck, curling in the thick brush of his hair. “I didn’t quite hear that. Come on now, sweetie. Beg me to fill your pussy with my shark cock. I need to hear you say it. Hurry now or the lube will dry.”


It wouldn’t but Felix felt pressed for time. His heart pounded in his throat. Up from the pillow he took a slow breath that echoed across his body. 


“I…I want you to fuck my pus…pus…”


“That’s it.” She held his chin, “Say the word.”


“Pussy. I want you to fuck my pussy.” Felix fell back to the pillow to hide his shame. Tiffany’s hold didn’t let him, not before a heavy kiss to his cheek. 


“Good girl.” She let go, putting her attention to spreading both cheeks for the waiting hole. Both moaned when she slipped inside, her cockhead filling his ass inch by inch. Like with the blowjob she was gentle, pulling back half of every push forward. Letting him adjust to the pressure against his sensitive prostate. He rocked into her, building a rhythm that was met with a soft tsking noise from above.


“Such an impatient slut,” she teased, “You can have my shark-puppies when I say. No sooner.”


“Give them to me,” Felix growled. Tiffany blinked when he looked up at him, her blush visible with surprise. Then her wicked smile grew wide.


“Oh, you want them?” She bucked in before he could answer. Felix threw his head back with a silent cry as all nine inches pushed inside him. She held his skull in place. “You want my little brats swimming inside your belly?”


“Yes. Get me pregnant.”


Tiffany laughed, pulled out to the tip, and slammed back in. Her tight hold kept Felix’s back curled as the wet sounds of squeaking lube and the creaking bed filled the air when she picked up speed. Her hips hit his backside, free hand clapping his cheeks to fire off his masochistic glee. 


“Get pregnant,” Tiff repeated between tight breaths. She climbed up the bed, burying his face into pillows. Felix gnawed at them. His claws threatened to tear their durable sheets as he held on. The lock on his cage smacked against itself, rattling the barbs on his cock. No, the barbs on his clit that swayed to and fro from her onslaught. 


He’d yet to reach his apex when she filled him. Tiffany wasn’t finished. In the heat of passion, she pulled out and flipped him to his back, plunged back inside without uttering a word. Muscular limbs held his arms out while her tongue ravaged his maw. When she broke away to nip and gnaw at his shoulder, Felix found himself begging for her puppies. Lost in the trance so close to his edge. 


She didn’t stop when his body spasmed in ecstasy, pushing him through another as she filled him. Hours passed in the haze, with Felix losing feeling in each limb to burning stress. He pushed on, going as far as riding Tiffany before the two collapsed atop one another as a pile of sweat, muscle, fur, and passion. 


“I…I did not expect to get so carried away there,” Tiffany said, pulling Felix in as her little spoon. “I know you can’t be, well, bred. But the idea was, um…fuck.” Her tone wared between excited and embarrassed in her vocal contemplation. 


He was silent until the shark asked. “So, what brought this on? You seemed just as into it as me.”


Rolling over, Felix stared at the ceiling for a long time before answering. “Someone at work misgendered me.”


“What?” Tiffany’s amber eyes went wide. “Was it on purpose?”


“No, no, they were embarrassed when I corrected them so it had to be an accident. It did bother me, just not in the usual way.” Felix ran his hand over the naturally pink fur of his lithe body. “All my life I’d been seen as a girl. I hated it. It was like people demanded I be something else. I wanted them to see I was a boy, but all I really did was hide myself behind baggy clothes and shy away from people. Maybe if I tried harder this would feel weirder but…”


“You don’t need to pass, Felix. That’s not a requirement.”


Though he smiled there was a sense of melancholy over him. “I know. It’s just, I think I was telling people I was a guy for so long because I wanted to feel like I had a choice in who I was. And since meeting you, I’ve felt more validated than I’ve ever been.”


Tiffany took his hand. “But?” she asked, concerned. 


He shared her worries. “But I’m wondering if I’m making all of that pointless if I am…you know. That everyone else was right except me. It feels wrong…like I don’t have any control over who I am and should just go with the flow. And as passive as a lover I am–”


“You’re not,” Tiffany said, “But please, continue.”


“I want to feel like it’s my choice. That it’s me.”


A kind and gentle hand turned him to face its owner. Tiffany’s smile was warm, like a hearth fire on a cold winter night. “Boy, girl, man, woman, or anything in between. I’ll love you no matter what you decide Felix is. Or if Felix isn’t a name you want. You have my support.”


Felix’s heart leaped as though the chains holding it shattered. The leopard nuzzled with Tiffany, letting the moment last until they both grew pains of laying in bed. Hitting the shower, Felix took one last look in the mirror and smiled at the reflection.


“I think I’m non-binary. For now, anyway," they said,