On: Lav

The tiny creature was difficult to identify, mixture of fur, bright colors and exotic fashion eye-catching to say the least. First glances would place her in the category of feline cub; her slight height of three foot eight (one hundred twelve centimeters, to be exact) and undeveloped form lending firm credence to the hypothesis. Along with her bubbly, playful personality most would agree that there would be found little trouble by backing up such a bold claim. Despite the seemingly hard evidence, the kitten-of-sorts ever so rarely exhibited worldly knowledge normally only possessed by those of advanced age and study and oft spoke with fondness of her trips around the world and the exotic clothing she had collected along the way.

The petite femme was an avid fan of stripes and it would quickly become apparent to those who saw her in more than one outfit that her shopping sprees had garnered her an impressive worldly collection of striped clothing ranging from sexy, thigh-high stockings to scarves to arm warmers to panties, frilly lingerie and more. Her own uniquely colored body was not bereft of the popular pattern, either, full stripes of midnight violet banding extending about the length of her arms, legs and flickering tail while jagged tiger stripes patterned torso and neck, several tiny teeth of mauve rimming her cheeks. The pink-lavender tone that made up the rest of her lightly furred form was not indigenous to any normal species of feline's body, nor were the white heart markings found on each of her rump cheeks that few would ever be so lucky as to see.

The pretty little sefline before you wore one of her favorite outfits with hair dyed to match; locks of pure snow white cascaded about her cheeks with tips of rich purple, the aged gold hue of her wide eyes matched wonderfully by a pair of muted bells held by small loops to pierced pink and violet ears. Mauve bandanna hung loosely to her delicate neck to starkly contrast sleeveless white bottom-pleated blouse that fell well below her waist and became a makeshift skirt-like dress, tassels of mixed snow and gold pinned front and back by majestic filament-laden buttons of like metallic hue. Beneath her top she wore a simple striped long sleeve shirt with fuzzy white cuffs, slender purple lines crisscrossing across a lighter violet base to disappear beneath the dazzling white of her blouse. She passed on striped thigh highs in favor of tightly knit fish net ones instead, strands of interwoven lace so small that the light fur beneath was practically obscured from sight. White fur lined booties built specifically for her finished the outfit and provided a wider base for her tiny toes to pad upon, feline tail flicking idly behind her. For those inquiring minds she would be happy to share that she wore nothing beneath her striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of form-fitting panties that matched those mauve and mild violet stripes just beneath her extended blouse, the latter easily visible when she sat down if one were to venture an upwards glance from a low enough angle. The only true accessory the petite sefline wore was a slender black and lilac collar about her throat from which hung a silver locket, the ornate trinket often hidden by the scarf about her neck to remain a treat for the eyes of the lucky.

On: Seflines

In truth a sefline was much like a feline in many ways with several key differences. The physical deviations were easily noticeable in a sefline's petite body, short lower legs and vibrant coloration, though perhaps the oddest physical abnormality could be found in a sefline's feet, their tiny footpaws bereft of heels and simply an extension of their legs with four toes at their tips that forced the sefline to walk with ballerina-like grace on their toes at all times, a feat which could become taxing after prolonged bouts of walking or running. The weight of an average sefline was also curious even for their small size, the rare sub-species tending to weigh in at a startlingly light ten to fifteen pounds or four to seven kilograms.

Fortunately or unfortunately for the tiny creatures seflines did not possess the ability to feel physical pain though they were by no means immune to the effects of their oft stumbling and tripping, unnoticed cuts and bruises not uncommon amongst the species. Most seflines were uncannily accident prone and far preferred being lifted up and carried to walking when the opportunity presented itself.

On: Sexuality, as documented by naughty reporter Tiff Yips, some lines excluded

Tiff: Lavender, many are interested to know if you really are sexually active given your small size. What's the scoop?

Lav: Umm.. well, Ms, Yips, I won't lie.. I do like to play, and I do play quite a lot, actually... I don't feel pain, either, so I don't mind playing with the big boys now and then if you know what I mean.. hehe.

Tiff: Wow, I wasn't expecting that.. and please, call me Tiff. Now then, what would you say is your favorite sexual act?

Lav: *Blushes quite profusely, idly stroking a few strands of rogue hair from in front of her eyes.* Wow, you ask some embarrassing questions.. well.. I guess.. that would have to be having a boy under my tail.. or a herm...

Tiff: Well, this is a sex report, so the questions are bound to be rather.. personal. Now, to clarify, you mean anal sex?

Lav: *Lit up like a red light on a Christmas tree.* Umm, yes, that...

Tiff: Ooh, fantastic stuff! Such a little kitty and still into such naughty things. My readers will love this!

Lav: I thought you told me earlier that you were a T.V. reporter? Why is this camera here if this isn't for T.V.?

Tiff: Yes, right, ignore the camera. This is for T.V. all right! Now, Lav, if I may call you that, what is your favorite sexual position?

Lav: *Wriggles a bit in her seat, one small paw sliding between her legs to be held between her thighs.* Mmh, well.. I like being lifted up into the air and being held while.. playing.. and I like doggy style, too, of course.. and I like lying on my tummy and lifting my tail.. and I like lying on my back and holding my knees up to my chest.. and I like being held against a wall and dominated.. and I like lying on my side with my thighs together being spooned... *She drifted off.*

Tiff: *Blinks, a bit taken aback.* Err.. right then, I'm sure that that's more than one favorite, but oh well. One final question then, Lav, what is your favorite species to play with?

Lav: Well, umm.. I don't mind most species, really.. humans are a bit boring, but I guess my favorite would have to be any species with an interesting.. umm.. boy bit, you know.. like a horse with those thick flared and rings in their middle, and dog boys with their big knots, and cat boys with barbs, and oddly shaped or oddly colored boy bits, and...

Tiff: Whoa whoa whoa, I'm going to have to stop you right there before my camera man has a heart attack. But really!? You can take horses?!?

Lav: *Bit her bottom lip gently before offering a gentle nod and a wry smile, legs kicking before her as they hung down from the chair*

Tiff: Well, if that isn't the scoop of the century! I'm afraid that that's all we have time for; that wraps up this edition of Who Yiffs You, thanks for watching and have a good night!

Lav: *Smiles rather shyly as she looks towards the camera and waves, her fluffy-tipped feline ears tucking back against her head.*



(( Art by Ka, used without permission though willing to remove upon complaint. Thanks for reading! ))