Here comes a little story, which eventually can turn into... you know ;)
Translated by  huskion , thanks buddy! ^^

"I'm smexy" part I:

"Come on, girls, I've got a decently sized bed at my place... Who,
that guy? Never heard of him", Kyle professed, embracing the two cats.
"Kyle! Kyle!" yelled the other lion standing in the middle of the
street. What a douchebag, he had promised he'd share a chick with
him...

Samuel should have known. Kyle was the guy who always had crowds of
girls around him like flies; whereas Sam, with his pitch-black mane,
was perhaps not Kyle's polar opposite - but he had much to make up for
in the macho department. The two had known each other for 10 years
now. They'd practically played in the same sandbox together. They had
attended the same schools, eventually even getting the same position
at the same printing company. Unfortunately, Kyle always one-upped the
black-maned lion in some way: He achieved better grades, won
competitions... And as early as the first days at school, Kyle had
always had better luck with girls. Sam paid no heed to these things at
first and even took Kyle's personal superiority light-heartedly for a
while. However, as the two lions matured with the years, Sam had
gotten to know the feeling of envy all too well. It was simple. Kyle
was taking everything away from Sam. It wasn't that he was doing it
deliberately per se; it just seemed that everything happened to fall
into place for the golden-maned lion instead.
That evening, they had ventured out together to a disco to celebrate
the first anniversary of their work. The two lions had settled to
score at least one female each that night, and Kyle had also promised
not to try to letch Sam's "prey" off him. They went to The Arouser,
since after all, everyone knew that that was the place to "hunt" for
easy hookups.
Sam had only just broken out of his wallflower syndrome, confidently
chatting up a cheetress with poison-green hair, before Kyle was over
beside them with a redhead cat in his arms, flaunting himself to Sam's
girl...
In no time at all, both girls had fallen into an enticed trance at
Kyle as if he were a pretty picture, and Sam was left alone at the bar
with his drink. When they departed the club, Kyle took both girls in
his arms, and with a carnivorous grin, he said,
"Come on, girls, I've got a decently sized bed at my place... Who,
that guy? Never heard of him".

The girls giggled to each other and pranced off at Kyle's sides down
the street, while Sam stood and bade them his goodbyes with a venomous
piercing gaze, his fists clenched with vindictive rage.

END OF PART I.