in case you pion, xenophobic sapiens were wondering: thats puma on top (sternum and up), man in the middle ([shredded] abdominal torso and genitals), and panther on the bottom (ass, legs and tail).
SO, for the ladies in particular this means we eye you like you were Cindy Brady on a family Zoo trip as you pass by the puma cage; we grasp you with rippling adamantium strength muscular arms, sheathed in suede as soft as fine satin cloth; we make sweet, passionate, animal love to you with our man's torso and waterworks; and in case you were wondering, . . we've got black legs. yeah, thats right. we can dance our feline asses off, so you know we're real good at it.
most importantly though, is that the average (right!) pumanther has all the animal cunning and instincts his striking features lead one to believe, but at his core lies a human's heart and brain. So we really don't want to purr and cuddle and shit afterwards.
I mean, we will,.. at first. but eventually i wanna get some sleep. i've got to kill like 30 deer tomorrow. i have that contract with the morris county highway safety commission. and though it hurts my humane empathetic sensibilities to do it, fuck do i love the taste of blood.
ladies.....
- mlyt
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