Chloe groaned as she shook off the last vestiges of sleep and opened her eyes, throwing her blankets off of herself. It felt like she was in an oven with how hot she felt; had her parents messed with the air conditioning again?

But as the arctic fox sat up and her senses came to her, she realized what was going on. Her loins itched and the crotch of her pajamas was thoroughly damp and sticky, and she was subconsciously rubbing her legs together. A twitch of her nose was enough to confirm the overwhelming scent, though the horny thoughts running through her head were enough of a clue: it was that time of the year again.

Grumbling, she checked the clock by her bed, surprised that she hadn't slept in all that late – her heat must have woken her up. Making her way to the bathroom, she grabbed the edge of the mirror over the sink to open up the medicine cabinet behind it and searched among the bottles stored there. Painkillers, cough medicine... there it was, the hormone suppressant.

But as a bleary-eyed, yawning Chloe took the bottle and looked at the instructions, she frowned when she noticed that the expiry date was a good six months in the past. Initially she dismissed it; how bad could it be? But the rational part of her mind quickly took over: no, it was best not to risk it with expired medication of any kind. She'd have to get some more – and asking her parents to get it was out of the question. She wasn't a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination, but there were still things you just didn't talk to your parents about.

Setting down the almost-empty bottle of pills, she didn't even realize that her hand had drifted between her legs and was rubbing herself through her pajama bottoms. It wouldn't be a big deal; she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. It'd just be a quick trip to a pharmacy. Her fingers pressed a little more firmly between her legs. There was one at the mall, right? She needed to pay Anna back some money she'd borrowed the other day after forgetting her wallet, and it'd be as good an opportunity as any. A soft moan escaped her as she pressed her fingers a little more firmly against her slit through her clothes, and she more consciously realized what she was doing.

"Okay, I've gotta take care of this first," she mumbled to herself as she took her hand away, her fingertips damp with her own nectar even though she'd been rubbing through her clothes. Stripping off her pajamas, she turned on the shower and climbed in to wake up further and wash off the mess between her legs.

The burning need in her loins didn't go away; if anything, the caress of the water over her body made it worse. Lewd thoughts filled her mind as she let her fantasies run wild, reaching down and rubbing at her slit once more. First it was her ex-boyfriend, who she'd only had to break up with because he was moving to another city for college. But then she thought of the football team's captain that just about all the girls at her school had admired the physique of at one point or another. Then it was Felix Mandrake, the vulpine TV villain she couldn't help but crush on, especially after the gratuitous shirtless shot of him that had been in a recent episode... she couldn't settle on just one. She wanted them all!

A mere glance was enough to further confirm what she already knew: her labia were puffier than normal as another indication of her heat. Her nipples stood firmly out from the white fur on her breasts, plastered against her body by the shower water. What she wouldn't give to have a handsome, strong tod catering to her every whim and need and satisfying every urge. Holding her fingers together she stroked them up her slit in a repeated motion, letting her imagination run wild as she pretended it was the tongue of Felix himself lapping over her soft wet folds...

Craving more, she slumped against the side of the shower and gave in to her needs, eyes closed and her mouth open to moan as she rubbed at her overly sensitive slit lips and teased at her clit with one finger, rubbing the sensitive button of flesh with a frantic need. She wasn't trying to make it last, she just wanted an orgasm. What she really wanted, or at least what her body really wanted, was to get railed senseless, but this would have to do. Her hips bucked as she teased her sensitive spot with a fervent desire for pleasure, and she cupped one of her breasts in one hand as she gave a short series of high-pitched yips, more pussy juices squirting onto her hand and between her legs as she reached the climax she desired.

Panting heavily as she came down from her peak, Chloe pushed herself off from the wall to resume her shower – hopefully her quickie would tide her over long enough to get some more meds. Another urge rose inside of her, one that always came up after an orgasm while in heat, and even more while she was in the shower. As she turned into the water to wash off her hands and the mess between her legs, she gave in to the desire to mark as well and spread her legs apart, casually releasing a quick spray of golden urine from her slit that struck the floor of the shower and ran towards the drain.

Of course, she was in the shower and she'd just gotten up... so, maintaining the pose, she relaxed again and released the rest of her pee, her stream striking the floor with a heavy drumming sound that made her smirk. She hummed quietly, envisioning claiming Felix for herself by giving him one heck of a marking after riding him long into the night...

She shook her head to clear it, sending water everywhere. No, no. No need to make herself horny again. She stuck her upper body forward to rinse her head and black hair again as she continued to piss on the shower floor, keeping her lower body still until she had emptied her bladder, then waited a few seconds to let the water rinse her off. A minute later she turned off the water and climbed out to towel herself off, then use a handheld fur dryer to dry off the rest of the way, leaving her fur fluffy and poofy, even more so after she gave it a quick brushing.

Her parents were at work, so she didn't even bother dressing again, holding her pajamas in her arms as she walked naked back to her room to get dressed, throwing on a white t-shirt and a dark blue skirt. After a quick breakfast and a check of the app on her phone tracking the buses, she headed out to the bus stop, idly thinking of the day when she'd be able to afford a car of her own instead of having to borrow her parents' cars.

Unfortunately, what seemed like a simple plan proved far from flawless. Chloe took a seat near the back of the bus, which was mostly empty, pulling out her phone to chat with Kaitlyn and Sydney during the trip. But after only two stops, Chloe shifted a little in her seat, feeling an itch between her legs. It wasn't until another stop later that she consciously realized it, squeezing her legs together, her ears pricking up as she became aware of her problem.

Her eyes settled on another passenger, a red fox near the front of the bus minding his own business. Not an arctic fox, but other foxes were just fine too. And oh boy, he clearly hit the gym on a regular basis, maybe he'd be strong enough to lift her and-

Chloe quickly lowered her muzzle to pay attention to her phone again. She could control her urges. She wasn't some kind of lesser animal. Even if it would be nice to just give in and go wild...

She pulled up a match-3 game on her phone just to try and distract herself for the remainder of the bus trip, not wanting to talk to the other girls about her predicament, at least not now. Maybe later. When her stop came up she jammed her thumb against the strip by the window to request a stop and got up, trying to ignore the fact that she had left a damp spot on the seat. As she waited by the back doors, she did her very best not to look at the muscular fox by the front of the bus, all but lunging out of the bus as soon as it came to a stop.

Hurrying along, not quite running but definitely not walking, Chloe made it into the mall even more hot and bothered than earlier. If she'd thought her heat had been bad the first year she'd dealt with it as a teenager and subsequently gone through the most embarrassing conversation of her life with her parents, she was wrong; this was even worse. She wasn't in danger of actually pouncing on a stranger, but the thoughts of doing so kept going through her mind every time she saw another fox nearby, some of them glancing her way, probably from the scent she was giving off. She had to get to that pharmacy as soon as possible.

She rubbed her legs together as she stood in front of the mall directory, looking for the pharmacy, and the moment she spotted it she hurried off again. Slipping past slower customers milling around the mall, she tried not to draw too much attention to herself or look too closely at any of the other people nearby. But it was on the far side of the mall, and just as she was coming up on the food court, she groaned; there was some event going on in the middle of it taking up most of the space from both it and the crowd around it. She could get around, but it would take so long it'd be faster to just go up to the second floor and then back down again.

On the escalator up, struck behind a woman with a baby stroller, she gripped the handrail as tightly as she was squeezing her legs together. Glancing around, she realized her tail was flagged up as high as it could go, and quickly lowered it, hoping the people behind her hadn't been looking up her skirt. One thing was for sure, she was never going to let herself end up in this situation again.

She almost ran down the escalator on the far side, relaxing slightly when she saw the sign for the pharmacy. But just outside of it she came to a stop, seeing the long line by the registers near the door, of which only two were open. Of course; it was lunchtime.

The thought of having to stand and wait in that line while in such a state was far from appealing. Maybe she could just take care of it again and buy herself enough time. But where to go? She glanced around at the nearby stores, stepping out of the way of some oncoming customers. A music store, electronics stores, clothing stores, and more... the clothing store was tempting, but it was busy. The sporting goods store next to it, however, was not. Just enough people so that it wouldn't be obvious who made the mess she was sure to cause, but not so many that it'd be impossible to get away with it. A quick glance inside showed the only person at the register was an avian, too – someone who wouldn't pick up on her scent or what it meant.

Abandoning the pharmacy and the line outside of it, Chloe slipped into the sporting goods store and grabbed a basket before looking around, trying to form a plan. Her fingers weren't going to be enough, she needed more. There were changing rooms near the back, which would serve perfectly. A huge wire basket labeled 'clearance' offered a whole array of loose, unpackaged items for her to sift through, and she grabbed anything that seemed remotely usable sexually: a soccer ball, a tennis racket, and a jump rope.

However, they weren't the most pleasant items to the touch, so she made a quick detour into the clothing section, running her fingers quickly over the shirts, jerseys, and other bits of athletic clothing hung on the racks there. She quickly settled on some plain but soft and, according to the tags, quick-drying shirts, grabbing a couple of them from the rack and tossing them into her basket. She considered looking around for more, but the burning need in her loins was getting unbearable, so she abruptly changed course towards the changing rooms instead. She spared the other stalls only the briefest of glances to confirm they were empty before slipping into the nearest one, tugging the slatted wooden door closed behind her.

Immediately putting down the basket, she sat on the plain wooden bench and spread her legs, lifting up her skirt. Her white, pink-trimmed panties were soaked through with her own arousal to the point of near transparency, and she yanked them down to her ankles, sitting at the very edge of the bench. Just a quick one, in and out, enough to tide her over, that was all she needed...

Reaching for the basket, she fished out the soccer ball and one of the shirts, stuffing the ball into the shirt and then jamming it between her legs. Holding it there, she rocked her hips and ground against it, panting softly, rubbing her swollen pussylips against the soft fabric covering the ball, pretending she was riding her ex's face. It felt good to have something pressing against her sensitive netherlips, but as she pressed it hard against herself and ground firmly, rubbing it up and down, it became clear it wouldn't be enough. She shook her head and slipped the ball back out of the shirt. She needed more. She needed something inside of her.

So instead, she grabbed the tennis racket, too big to fit in the basket, its handle sticking out over the side. Stuffing the handle into the shirt to try again, she spread her legs as far apart as she could and brought the covered end of the racket to her entrance. The flat tip made it difficult to get inside, but with a little care she was able to slip it between her folds and slowly press it into herself. Biting her lip, she tried hard not to groan, feeling it spreading her out. It was thick, and definitely bigger than the boyfriend she'd had in high school. But for all she knew the massive football captain could've been this thick...

The fabric over the rubber handle made it softer and more viable, and she slipped it in a little further to herself, squirming in her seat. As much as she liked to make self-deprecating jokes about fox stereotypes with Anna, she wasn't all that sexually experienced: for all her wild fantasies about being serviced by guys, she'd only had the one boyfriend. They'd had sex a few times but it had never been any more adventurous than doing oral that one time. More to the point, the tennis racket handle was definitely too big for her. Her determination to have something inside of her wasn't strong enough to overcome the discomfort, so she carefully tugged the handle back out with a little grunt.

That left the jump rope. The handles were narrower than the tennis racket, though they got a little thicker towards the tip. But they also had a hilt just where the rope itself began to make them easier to hold, and as she looked at the handle she was holding, all she could think of was the knot that a fox would have. The handle was also smooth plastic, meaning she wouldn't need the shirt for this one.

Ears pricked up to listen out for anyone approaching, Chloe pressed the makeshift toy against her labia and slipped it between them. She groaned, muffled by her tightly closed mouth, as she pushed it into her vaginal tunnel far more easily than the racket handle, sliding it in further and further until she felt the base against her slit. Yes, this was perfect! Almost too good; as she pulled it back out, she struggled to avoid groaning again. The risk of being caught added to the thrill, but she didn't want to actually get found out...

Leaning forward awkwardly, she grabbed a second shirt from her basket, wadded it up, and stuffed it into her jaws, holding it in place. Now she could moan all she needed, and did she ever need to. Having already received some stimulation had only increased her arousal, and she was leaking juices copiously onto the improvised toy partly wedged in her nethers, providing plenty of lubricant. Breathing through her nose, Chloe began slipping the jump rope handle in and out of her pussy, groans from her throat getting muffled by the shirt held in her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine she was somewhere else. Maybe the locker room at school, even though she'd never be back there again now that she'd graduated. She pumped the toy in and out of her slit, her breaths coming faster and heavier, as she tried to imagine a suave Felix Mandrake in just a towel, coming over to ravish her. As the man in her overactive imagination pushed her down on the bed to make love to her at the top of his secret lair, she moaned into the shirt in her jaws, sliding the handle in and out of her slit at the pace his hips moved in her mental image.

Hormones flooded her mind; why stop at just one? Felix would take her first, of course, but he would show off his prize to all his men, and she imagined him broadcasting his gentle plowing of her to every screen at his hideout, while in reality she trembled against the wall of the changing room stall. She tugged the improvised toy out fully and then pushed it back in as she imagined him going for a second round with her, his favorite, and she moaned into the shirt, squirming at the edge of her seat.

Just like in the shower not that long before, she wasn't trying to last, and didn't let up as she shoved the handle into herself over and over, getting juices all over it and her hand. A full-body shudder ran through her as she drove herself to climax, pushing the makeshift toy in all the way to the hilt – and then shoving that in too, pretending the Felix in her mind's eye was knotting her as they both came. Her toes curled and she held tightly onto the shirt in her mouth as she cried out into it in ecstasy, squirting her nectar in the throes of her orgasm.

Coming down from her peak, Chloe remained where she was for a moment, then started to slip the handle back out from herself, gasping into the shirt as the wide part popped back out. In the haze of her post-orgasmic euphoria, she didn't fight the urge to mark again and held the toy still as she gave just a brief, momentary spray of her urine onto it, but nothing more. "Y're mnn, Mftr Mndrk..." she murmured into the shirt possessively, before tugging the handle out completely and panting as she let the shirt fall from her maw and onto the floor.

But as her senses and her rational mind came back to her, she almost began to panic, realizing exactly what she had just done. It had been one heck of a thrill and she would relish retelling the story to Anna later, but for now, she had to find a way to get out without being discovered.

Starting with cleaning herself up, Chloe used the first shirt to mop up her juices from between her legs and off of her hand, as well as the three items she had used for her self-pleasure session. Tugging her panties back up and into place, she took a few deep breaths, realizing just how much her scent was filling that stall in the changing room: any fox who stepped inside would immediately be hit with a wall of "hot horny vixens in your area!" if it hadn't cleared out by the time someone else came in, though the thought of it made her-

She shook her head. She had to focus. Trying to act as naturally as she could, she retraced her steps to return the stuff she had taken where she had gotten it. The shirts she returned to the racks, but hung them at the very back of the row so that they would be long dry before being found. The other items, she put back in the clearance basket, and rearranged the other sporting gear to cover them. But leaving empty-handed would be suspicious, so she quickly found a backpack to buy as cover – she'd need one for her upcoming classes at university anyway, and her old one was getting a bit worn out.

After her quick exit, she was relieved to see that while the line at the pharmacy had cleared out only slightly, there were more cashiers available now, and after grabbing a fresh bottle of heat suppressants off the shelf, she only had a brief wait in line before paying and leaving. She made a beeline for the nearest vending machine and bought a can of soda that she used to wash down two of the tablets from the bottle, glad that the whole ordeal was over.

With that taken care of, she went to the store Anna worked at. The tabletop game store was in a quieter side area of the mall away from all the crowds, with a few other less-frequented specialty stores and one of those instant photo booths that Chloe was pretty sure had never been functioning any time she'd been by to see Anna. There were only a few other customers in the store and no line at the register, so Chloe went straight over to Anna, who was flicking through some big book for one of the tabletop games the store sold.

"Oh, hey, Chloe!" Anna said cheerfully as she looked up from the manual. "What brings you here?"

"Just stopping by," Chloe answered, taking out her wallet and retrieving a $20 note from it. "Figured I'd pay you back for the other night while I was here."

"Oh, thanks," Anna answered, taking the bill and slipping it into her pocket. But her nose twitched, and she gave Chloe a funny look. "I don't think we carry what you're looking for," the red fox teased, "Unless you're on the prowl for the more nerdy type of guy these days."

"I know, I know," Chloe answered, lowering her voice. "That's why I'm here, I had to get some pills. I should be good now, just... they take a little bit to kick in."

"Ah, gotcha," Anna replied, winking. "You should, you know, do something to keep it under control."

"I did," Chloe replied with a giggle.

"Oooh?"

"I'll tell you later," Chloe promised in a teasing tone. "It's a not safe for work story," she added, making Anna snort in amusement. After a few more pleasantries and goodbyes, Chloe left, sipping on her drink. Now she just had to get back home, hopefully without leaving another wet spot on the bus seat...