Not to mention, she is human.
That thought is enough to ease the pressure against my sheathe, though the woman still smells delectable for some inexplicable reason.
Before I approached her, I raised myself onto my back paws, not wanting to alarm the poor biped, not to mention needing my arms to carry her.
Now I'm struggling to keep us both upright. I keep having to whip my tail in different directions as a counterbalance so I don't come crashing down on top of her.
It's definitely worth it.
I pull in a deep breath of her personal scent. It's exotic and indescribable and the reason my purr continues to rumble through me like I'm a love struck dolt.
But I don't bother stopping it.
I have more important things to focus on, like the way she feels against me. She weighs almost nothing and is considerably smaller than me. From what I know about humans, she seems to be particularly petite, though has the full mammary glands that mark her as grown.
I'm quite certain her hair has been changed by the genali.
I'm endlessly curious and learning about other planets has always been a hobby. I don't remember there being many examples of hair this long among humans, but I find it captivating. Manticorid females have beautiful, soft fur all over their bodies, but it's short.
Nothing you can really grab onto.
As I walk the woman away from the gas causing her so much distress, the long strands of it brushing against my scales and ruffling my fur make me swell again.
Our women would never let me carry them like this unless they were deathly ill or injured.
To attempt it, even in jest, would result in deep scores across your hide, if not worse. I don't believe human women are known for being quite as fierce, but just in case, I focus on the sensation of holding her slight weight and the feeling in my chest while it lasts.
I want to keep holding her small form to me as I shield her from the dangers of the world.
A spike of anxiety follows that thought. There are many, many dangers here for such a defenseless species.
She is already improving after only a small distance away. Her coughing diminishes rapidly, and she reaches her small hand, which only has five digits and is a pale white-pink, up to wipe her eyes.
Once she opens them, it confirms my suspicions of genali modifications.
Her eyes are a mesmerizing blue color that seems to draw me into their depths, even more so as they open wide to take me in.
Her lips part in surprise when she sees me, showing a delightful pink tongue and the blunt white teeth of an herbivore.
Utterly adorable.
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I'm having a hard time processing what I'm seeing and go stiff with shock.
Holding me against them in what can only be described as a gentle embrace and staring at my face with intelligence in its gaze is one of the most beautiful and absolutely terrifying beings I have seen in my life.
Around its pupils of molten gold, which catch the light in a way that makes them seem to glow, is an orange, rather than white, sclera.
Its face reminds me somewhat of a lion, with the rounded ears as you would expect, and a long, flat nasal plate with a typically feline nose shape, but in a light blue color instead of pink.
From there, it defies easy comparison.
Its fur is a brilliant orange across most of its face, rising into a mane that plumes on the top of its head and sweeps down around its neck. The top and front part of the mane are orange. It has sections of fur in neon green, but only in small parts, like the women back home who like to highlight their hair.
It has a broader lower face than a lion with lips that on top are a pale blue, but then transition to a lilac color. The sides of its mouth have a puff of lilac fur extending from them in an arch and another lilac arc of hair below each of their ears that mimics the same shape, but is separated by a bright wedge of orange—like two crescent moons on either side of their face complementing each other.
