Jonah

As tempting as the idea sounds, you are doubtful that they can provide the type of contact your heat will eventually demand. You politely decline the offer, and the woman accepts your response without seeming disappointed at all, instead joining the trio in the water as you continue your walk along the bank of the river.\n\nPast the waterfall and lake, the river seems to be much more placid, flowing steadily along without encountering any more rapids. It gently curves around a bend and appears to go deeper into the forest. However, you notice that where you are at now the river seems to be wider but shallower, probably shallow enough that you can cross without much danger - and on the other side is a narrow path that leads on into the forest, but immuminated by shafts of light shooting down from gaps in the forest's canopy.\n\n[[Continue following the river]]\n\n[[Cross the river and investigate the path]]

You get to your feet and turn to run away, but your body has already taken in his scent and noticed his readiness. Your pussy shivers as the feeling of your panties plastered against your crotch becomes tantalizingly intense as you move, and your attempt to sprint away is more like a stagger, your knees wobbling as you try to maintain your balance while simultaneously squirming at the sudden feeling between your legs. You only manage to make it a few steps down the alley when he notices your movement and pounces on you again, taking you down easily. You land with a thud, and this time he stays on top of you, his fully erect shaft pressing warmly into the fur on your thigh as he presses his hands on top of yours, his muzzle puffing hot breath against you as his teeth gently nip at the nexus between your neck and shoulder. You can't help but relax in reaction to the pressure there, and the cock nuzzling insistently at your inner thigh, so close to where it needed to be, that your momentary resistance fades as the presence of the man against you causes your instincts to take over. You can feel more moisture dripping from you as your pussy throbs in anticipation, your tail curving up naturally as you arch your back and extend your legs, tilting your butt up into a comfortable mating position. The man releases you, purring approvingly as he maneuvers himself into the proper position behind you, and you offer no further resistance, now fully focused on the pleasure that will soon overtake you.\n\n[[Get mounted]]

You decide to head out, knowing that staying in would be a torturous exercise in frustration, with no guarantee that you wouldn't be found and bred anyway. Of course, going out completely naked would mean that you most likely wouldn't get more than a few steps without encountering aggressive male attention, attention that you would most likely quickly reciprocate as your heat advances. So, sensitivity or no, you'll have to get dressed.\n\nWhile your village specializes in hunting, many of the villagers are also expert at the peripheral skills, such as tanning leather and stretching sinews into bowstrings. The leather forms clothing, and through trade with other villages other textile skills were learned as well, leading to a decent expertise in clothing for a species that saw little need to wear all that much of it. Men often only wear a garment that covers their butt, crotch and sheath, while women also cover their breasts, although beyond that your species' thick fur serves as clothing well enough, and wearing more on top of it can feel oppressive. As such, full clothing, leather armor really, is reserved for the soldiers who protect the village from the occasional conflict, and somewhat lighter gear for hunting scouts such as yourself.\n\nYou pull on a garment that is roughly equivalent to a pair of bikini panties, woven from a local fibrous plant, with an interior carefully brushed to a comfortable softness. The fabric also absorbs some of your scent, making it useful for masking your presence when hunting, although you know that when the fabric is eventually dampened by your moisture, the smell of your heat will permeate nonetheless. It is accompanied by a simple brassiere made from a similar fabric, normally too big for you but snug during your heat. You can feel your nipples involuntarily hardening from the pressure, but if you want to go out, it's a price you'll have to pay. The fabric on the other garment sits surprisingly comfortably against your crotch, not overwhelmed by its presence despite the increased sensitivity. Still, after a while, it might cause you to squirm a bit when you walk.\n\nWhile being dressed in such a fashion might seem licentious in other species, it is a perfectly acceptable ensemble for walking around town, and one that would hardly attract much notice on a normal day, as it is the standard female attire. That being said, you are well aware that your figure usually attracts some appreciative looks, but nothing beyond that - most men aren't stupid enough to try and grope a woman who isn't in heat, especially one with sharp claws. In heat, however, you know that a male touch in the right place can be intoxicating, and in certain cases, enough to spawn immediate action.\n\nYou contemplate whether to wear anything else. If you want to go into the village, you could head out now, taking care of the things you need to do before the heat becomes too intense. Of course, you know full well the risks of doing that. Your very first heat came on while you were in town, and all of a sudden the men around you looked so irresistable that you couldn't help yourself, and you were soon pressed up against a wall, being mated repeatedly by every male that passed by, and you enjoyed every second of it. You have a little more experience now, so it's possible that you could resist your own temptations, but if the men around did notice your heat and began to express interest, the outcome would probably be inevitable. The first time around, you weren't yet fertile and lucked out, but you know that now, the raking thrusts from being mated by a male of your kind would certainly get you quickly and multiply pregnant. While you know that such an outcome is not just accepted but welcomed in your society, and even something you've occasionally desired, you know it also means a lot of lying around, away from the hunting and scouting that you love, as a litter grows in your belly for several months.\n\nOn the other hand, you could always head out into the forest, maybe even do some hunting before the heat becomes too urgent, or at least spend some time away from the village. You would be less likely to encounter your own kind there, and therefore less likely to be bred, but going out alone always poses some degree of danger; if you were to venture there, you would need some slightly more substantial clothing, and most likely your knife and bow. Given your love of hunting, the second option has a certain appeal to it, although succumbing to heat alone, in the middle of the forest, has other risks... as you know from a heat where you tried it before, and where you also learned firsthand about the wide variety of cocks your pussy is capable of accepting.\n\n[[Go into town]]\n\n[[Head into the forest]]

You are now the author.\n\nYour entire world is sweat. You are drenched in the stuff. Sweat from your underarms pools out in circles across your light t-shirt, stretching out all the way to the seams on the end of the short sleeves. Sweat drenches your underwear, and even darkens your slacks with noticeable patches on your upper thighs in the front, and a wet rorshach pattern from your waistband to mid-thigh in the back. You realize that, inexplicably, even the skin on the back of your knees is covered in sweat.\n\nYou've just written thousands of words, and multiple erotic passages, fingers flying madly across the keyboard as you hammered out sentences and paragraphs in the short space between thought and writing before your hands left the keyboard and translated the eroticism to action involving your nether parts. You've come twice so far, powerful orgasms that literally momentarily rob you of conscious thought as your mind is overwhelmed with the impossibly intense sensation, followed by intense pulsations and uncontrollable, wonderful shivers that run the length of your spine and cause your entire body to twitch like a marionette whose strings have suddenly been yanked. You almost contemplate going for a third, but you've exhausted all your ready material, and the quick pounding in your head as an eyestrain headache forms tells you that a sane person would stop here, or perhaps even long before this point. As you're not big on sanity, though, you're actively contemplating whether to press on regardless.\n\nEventually you find a change for your sweat-soaked clothes and sit in the warmth of your room, a temperature that has surely been raised at least a few degrees from the heat given off by your recent exertions. You can feel your muscles verging on cramping from typing for hours in your awkward position, but you refuse to give up, warm feelings continuing to flow through you as you are wrapped in an intense afterglow, a sure sign that your orgasm has coursed through you at full power.\n\nYou then decide that you're really not going to be all that serious when it comes to writing this story, and decide to add a frivolous random option on the front page of the story.\n\n---\n\nCREDITS\n\nAuthor: interloper\n\nSome names in this story were generated using random name generators including the Yafnag generator from dicelog.com.\n\nVersion Info\n\n0.2 - Added a couple of new choices and two (lengthy) endings! A few typos cleared up here and there. Total word count is now at 61,306 words - this thing is now officially novel-length and still growing.\n\n0.19 - there is no version 0.19.\n\n0.18 - Added 10 new choices, new encounters and 4 new endings (including two sub-endings). A few other minor changes and fixes. Now with 100% more tentacles! Almost 18000 words were added in this version, bringing the total count to 49,262 words.\n\n0.17 - Added some new choices/endings (6 new choices, 1 new ending). Some additional cleanup here and there. The formatting should be working correctly now. 31,394 total words.\n\n0.16 - Some choices/endings fleshed out a bit more, squashed multiple typos/grammar weirdness in the early story. Working on correcting the apostrophe formatting error, with limited effect. \n\n0.15 - The initial version. Contains several choices and endings, but is still mostly incomplete.\n\nGo back to [[Start]]

You follow the animal track, pushing through the dense brush on either side. After many minutes of following the vaguely-marked trail, it suddenly opens up into a wide, bright, grass-filled clearing. In one corner, lily pads float in a small pond, and all around clusters of small bovines nip gracefully at the abundant, vibrantly green grass. Strangely enough, they barely pay you any heed at all, despite the fact that your very appearance should automatically indicate that you are a predator. In fact, themore that you think about it, ther is something vaguely strange about the clearing itself - it is rare to see such a perfect habitat exist in the middle of the forest, completely free of the low brush and tree saplings that should have quickly encroached and filled the forest back in. The only other thing that stands out is the fact that of the trees on the periphery, a few are nothing more than blackened stumps. You wonder if a lightning strike, and the subsequent fire from it, could have caused such a thing - it seems plausible enough, but on the other hand, you wonder why such an obvious spot isn't already well-known to your fellow hunters.\n\nYou crouch low, mentally preparing yourself for a hunt, although this one seems like it won't be much of a challenge. The shift in focus helps to distract your mind from its heat, and the twinges of it become slightly less uncomfortable as your body redirects blood to your other muscles, tensing them for immediate action. For this, you probably won't even need your bow - just creep forward until you're ready to pounce, and against a defenseless herbivore, you won't even need to bother with your knife, as your own teeth and claws on its neck should bring a quick end. Then you'll have an ample supply of meat, enough to surely fuel the rest of your time in the woods, and when you return you'll have an excelent resource to share with your fellow hunters... or, for that matter, to keep for yourself.\n\nYou creep forward, already licking your lips. Cured meat is well and good, and necessary due to the way fresh meat could spoil, but it doesn't quite satisfy the taste of your species. A fresh kill, though, raw meat dripping with fresh, bright red blood... well, there's nothing else quite like it. You're soon almost in pouncing range, and are just about to go for it, when the sky darkens suddenly as a large shadow passes overhead. The shadow is accompanied by the unmistakable sound of huge wings whooshing through the air, and then an impact behind you as the ground shakes.\n\nA sudden feeling of dread fills you, even as your heightened instincts cause you to whip around to face the sudden threat, your hand dropping to the pommel of your knife. Behind you, the bovines begin stamping their hooves and bleating loudly, apparently as petrified as you are by the sight in front of you.\n\nThe clearing is suddenly dominated by a sizable dragon. Its four legs are at least as big around as your head, and its span of massive, leathery wings could easily shadethe grazing herd on their own. Its entire stocky body is at least three or four times your size, covered in shimmering, iridescent blue scales, a massive head on the end of a flexible neck tilted over to look at you with gleaming, intense eyes. Steam puffs regularly from its nostrils, and a long serpentine tongue flicks in and out across rows of sharp teeth long enough to go completely through your body with a single bite. \n\nThe dragon's clawed feet stomp the ground as it edges closer, never taking its eyes off you, as you suddenly realize why the clearing is a well-kept secret: whoever discovered it before met their fate at the hands of this fearsome beast before they could report its existence. The evidence quickly flashes across your panicked mind, the burned trees and the impossibly manicured clearing. This was the dragon's own hunting ground, and as an intruder, you realize that you will now have to pay the price. \n\nYou flinch back, sure that the dragon is only moments away from the vicious attack that will end your life, but instead the dragon merely opens its jaws wider in a horrible, bestial grin, one that belies the sadistic intelligence you are suddenly sure lurks behind it. It then rears up on its hind legs, but stays there for a while, and you realize that it is not rearing back to strike. Looking closer, though, you understand its true intention. It, in fact, is a he, and his penis has already emerged and become fully erect as he places it on display. Compared to the rest of his body, it actually looks a bit small, but even that is more than big enough: twice the length of those in your species, and far wider, at least as wide as your own wris, even wider at the base. The whole thing is bright blue, with a pointed tip and a flared head, encircled by an array of wicked-looking spines and ridges. The dragon has evidently noticed your sex, if not your heat, and plans to exact a much different price from you than you had expected. \n\nYour eyes dart around, desperately trying to figure out what to do, as the sight of the dragon's cock causes your latent heat to fight with your own panic. You sense that you're fairly close to the edge of the clearing, and with your speed you might be able sprint into the forest before the dragon returns to all fours for an attack. You know it's risky, though, and if you are unable to escape, it could easily dispense with its current plan and rip you apart in rage. The only other option, though, is to surrender to the beast and give it what it wants. In the heat-addled part of your mind, this almost seems like a good idea, and you know from, er, prior experience with other species that as formidable as the dragon's cock looks, your body can probably just barely handle it. Trying to actually fight the thing, especially with what you have on hand, would be suicide. You grimace at your limited decisions, knowing that if you want to make a desperate attempt to escape, you have but mere seconds to decide.\n\n[[Break for the forest]]\n\n[[Surrender to the dragon]]

Regardless of the method you entered the portal (or, for that matter, the velocity with which you were entering it), you find yourself, after a brief flash of bright red light and the sensation of something like brittle fingers somehow playing across the inside of your skin, walking calmly out of the other end of the portal under your own power.\n\nThe scene before you is, admittedly, somewhat unexpected, given what you might have expected a demonic dimension to look like. True, the color palette tends more towards red, black, and crimson, but it's a far sight from a fiery, blasted plain. Instead, beyond the portal lies a long, rectangular room, the walls painted a deep red, with a soft glow of light emanating from all of them. The walls are hung with silken drapes, bright red and gauzy black, and similar drapes hang down at intervals from the ceiling, making the room seem like an odd mix between a regal hall and an eastern harem. The plush carpet, colored a dark crimson, is soft beneath your feet. Arrayed around the room are several large beds, each covered in pink, slightly rumpled linen sheets, which you can see are brushed to a pristine softness. Each bed also has an array of plush pillows scattered about, giving the room an oddly feminine feel. Overall, the setting is surprisingly comfortable, and you realize that despite the unknown situation, you feel unusually relaxed and free.\n\nThe second part, you soon realize, has less to do with your state of mind, and more to do with your state of dress. Apparently your clothes and equipment were stripped away by your trip through the portal, and you are now quite naked. On the one hand, being free from the clothing is somewhat liberating, as the uncomfortable pressure on your breasts and crotch are gone, but on the other hand, you know that you are now exposed and relatively defenseless against the demons that are present here. Of course, given your desire to ravish said demons shortly beforehand, that's not necessarily a problem.\n\nWhile the area you entered was all but deserted, as your eyes adjust to the somewhat dimmer light, you can see a number of other people elsewhere in the room. Of the ones that aren't demons, most of them are cat-women similar to you, albeit with slightly different fur patterns. Most of them don't seem to know each other, and only a few are conversing, the rest standing around, apparently in anticipation - you realize that the scent of feline heat hangs heavy in the air, and judging by the swollen pink mounds on display, and the matted fur on most of their thighs, all of them, like you, are in season. \n\nMingling among them, and looking them over with blatantly lustful eyes, are several demi-humans. They are all male, at least in their current form, and are more masculine than the ones you saw at the portal entrance. Their abs are chiseled, their muscles bulging and firm, and their skin glistening as if coated in oil. The demons are also naked, from the fully-formed horns curving away along their skulls to the sizable claws on their feet. Each of them has a fairly impressive set of balls swinging between his legs, although the cocks on most of them, strangely enough, are completely flaccid. The demons pace around slowly, seeming to be impassive observers, even when a horny catgirl occasionally throws herself at them, only to be grasped by the shoulders and gently shunted aside. Of course, not all of the demons are this passive - several beds down, partially obscured by the low light, you can hear a chorus of yowls as entwined silhouettes writhe against the mattress.\n\nYou quickly realize, though, that the passivity is merely temporary, as you notice one of the demons shifting about in the corner of your eye. He is standing near an adjacent bed, and as you turn to watch, his member rapidly becomes erect, springing up in a matter of moments and rapidly telescoping outward, and faster than you'd imagined possible, the demon is sporting a sizable, thick erection. The red shaft stands rigidly at attention, and after a moment, you realize that it is giving off a faint, pulsating red glow.\n\nMany of the other catwomen nearby have taken notice, their eyes fixating on the exposed cock while their hands drift southward. The demon takes little notice of them, though, and instead looks over toward one of the women with her back turned to him, chatting with one of her peers. He suddenly reaches out, grabbing her by the waist, and flings her bodily onto the nearby bed. The catwoman shrieks in surprise, but before she can do anything else the demon is upon her, spreading her legs immediately apart, and using a knee to pin down the tail that tries to instinctively come up and tuck between her legs. The demon thrusts his hips forward, and the cock slams into her pussy and buries itself balls-deep in one sudden stroke, eliciting a grunt from the demon and an oddly tremulous scream from the woman, her body shuddering from the sudden sensation. With barely a pause, the demon begins to slam his hips in a steady rhythm, pinning her to the bed with his thrusts as her thighs flop down to either side, her legs vibrating and her breasts bobbing with each rapid thrust as her body quickly gives in to the demon's forceful ministrations. Apparently, demons aren't much for foreplay… but, given your species, it's nothing that you're not used to.\n\nYou realize, watching the pair go at it, that the demons have actually come up with a reasonably good idea - apparently, they've managed to construct a plan to lure in willing participants to sate their rough and lustful tendencies, and really, who better than felines in heat? Biologically prepared for sex at a moment's notice during heat, willing to accept sudden advances, resilient enough to withstand a frantic, rough, and occasionally almost feral mating - during heat, at least, you realize it's almost a perfect pairing for a demonic species that thrives on continual, unrestrained lust. Regardless of whether the magic they were obviously using to subtly lure catgirls here was underhanded or not, they probably wouldn't get many complaints, giving them the opportunity to not-quite-rape "victims" to their black hearts' content without generating the vengeance and reprisals that come with actually hauling off and ravishing unwilling women.\n\nYour train of thought is derailed, though, as the woman on the bed nearby gives out an earsplitting yowl under the demon, who has for some reason suddenly stopped his thrusts. A moment later, though, your distraction is compounded by a very different sensation: that of a pair of large hands grasping you firmly along the sides of your waist, and a moment later you are flying through the air, your limbs flailing momentarily for purchase before you belly-flop onto one of the nearby beds, your face squishing into one of the pillows. You sputter into the pillow, instinctually trying to get back upright as your mind copes with the sudden disorientation, but before you can react more than that, a hand slaps into your butt, grabbing along your hip and flipping you over onto your back, the rest of your body whipsawing along with the motion. Looking up, you can see the demon looming over you, his biceps rippling as he stares back with an intense gaze, red dots glowing brightly like embers against the rest of the eyes, orbs of jet that glisten slightly with the glow. A sudden fear bubbles up inside you at the viscerally scary sight, and your body reacts automatically and tries to scoot your butt back along the bed away from him, even as you know it is far too late for that.\n\nYou only manage to scoot back slightly farther on the bed before sizable red hands clamp down on your knees, restricting your movement. Muscular arms are suddenly pushing down and away, and your thighs waver for only a moment before giving in to the overriding force. Your legs fall away rapidly to either side, and your knees are soon being pressed against the sheets. The strain of being stretched in such a manner pulls against the sides of your crotch, and you can feel the tension tugging on your mons and spreading your swollen lips apart. For a moment, the animal part of you struggles, but the demon's full weight is now behind the arms pinning your legs firmly against the bed, and you know that they, and you, aren't going anywhere. \n\nThe part of you that isn't panicking, however, is looking down your chest, taking in the scene between the obscuring mounds of your own breasts. While your own pussy isn't physically glowing, the part you can see is almost the same swollen shade of red as the seemingly massive shaft that is hanging above you, shifting quickly as it aligns itself for the target on obvious display between your spread-eagled legs. At the sight of the cock, much of the fear and panic dissipates, and you become fully aware of how much your heat has progressed. The ache in your pelvis surges forward, and your legs cease to make even a token struggle as your pussy gives an anticipatory twitch, and you can feel your juices coursing outward along your spread lips. \n\nThe shaft suddenly darts downward, along with the rest of the demon, and you feel his body pressing in against you a split second before his cock slams in between your legs, punching up against your clit with enough force that your whole body spasms and the room momentarily seems to spin around on its axis. The cock presses against you hard, pushing down below your clit as it maintains its insistent motion inward, spreading your upper lips apart and pushing beneath them, the tip momentarily digging into your urethra, which feels strange and almost erotic as it almost seems to be trying to stretch open around it, but the feeling fades as the shaft quickly slides down below it, pressing between your already-spread lips and stretching them around it as the shaft jams into you, and you can feel an intense stretching sensation that runs almost instantaneously along the length of your pelvis, causing something to shudder deep in your belly. You her yourself give out a yowl, although you're barely aware of doing it consciously - all you know is that suddenly, improbably, his balls are slapping against your ass, and you feel completely filled by a throbbing warmth that seems to press into everywhere at once, your entire pelvis flooded with an intense but pleasurable heat that easily overwhelms your own. \n\nEven as you recover from the sudden sensation, the demon begins to thrust rapidly inside you, and you feel your body clench around him as he continues to stretch you with each thrust. The demon presses in against you, and even his bare skin is hot against your fur, his strange, sulfurous breath puffing hotly against your muzzle as his ember-red eyes lock yours into a steady gaze. You almost feel paralyzed, and you make no move to return his embrace, your arms lying by your sides as his forceful strokes rock your pelvis back and forth, your breasts squishing and rolling against his chest as the reverberations from each impact shudder up along your body. You can feel his pace turning your juices into a froth inside you, the crown of his cock rubbing back and forth inside you as your walls stretch and retreat around it. Each pump of his hips seems to get your body going even more, and you can hear the wet sound of each thrust, and feel your juices pulse out on each backwards stroke and pour copiously down across your ass to form a burgeoning wet spot on the sheets below. The thrusts continue unabated against your unresisting body, and you seem to lose track of time and the rest of the world, your body focused intently on the pair of eyes boring into you, and the feelings flooding through your pussy as the demon roughly mates you, somehow seeming to fill you more deeply than you had ever thought possible, yet without once butting up against your womb.\n\nThen, abruptly, the demon slams into you even more forcefully, shoving the both of you forward on the bed and burying himself deep inside you. Then, unbelievably, his cock seems to shift inside you, growing considerably thicker in mere moments as it presses in tightly against your walls, although something about it feels slightly different. You quickly figure out just how much different as the demon juts his hips back, and your entire pelvis is suddenly a mass of stinging pain as hundreds of sharp points simultaneously dig into your walls, stiffer and thicker than any barbs, scratching and raking their way across your flesh. The demon doesn't even give you the mercy of pulling out slowly, jerking back almost as quickly as he thrust in, and you let out a shrieking, animalistic yowl as the pain wracks your body and explodes across your brain.\n\nSparks seem to flash across your eyes, and when they clear, you can feel the demon pushing himself up to hover just above you, giving you a clear look down at his shaft. Spines now jut out up and down the entire length, odd, clear lengths that almost look like miniature crystal spears, angled downwards in the style of traditional feline barbs. The crystal barbs glint in the light emanating from the glowing flesh below, glistening even more brightly with a slick coating of your juices, some of which form miniature droplets that hang down along the crystalline tips. A few of them, though, glint with droplets of something darker, and given the pain, you can easily imagine what that is…\n\nYou only have a moment to think about it, though, before the demon is pressed back against you, and your insides clench in protest at the cock shoving its way back inside. It muscles its way past, though, and your walls shudder as they give way and stretch around it, the crystalline spines oddly cool as they nestle themselves tightly against your flesh. Then the demon yanks his hips back again, and your extremities tremble nervelessly as the intense sensation courses through you. Your feline physiology kicks in, and a significant portion of the pain turns into an odd feeling of pleasure, although it only blunts the stinging pain that stabs up your spine alongside it. That being said, you can already tell that the raking sensation is having an effect on your other condition: you can feel the ache of heat gently relaxing within you, along with a series of faint pinpricks of warmth higher up along your abdomen as the intense raking spurs the rest of your reproductive system to immediate action.\n\nThe cock thrusts in again once more, only this time, the thrust pushes in as deep as it possibly can. You can feel the warmth of his skin as it rubs directly against your fully stretched outer lips, the tip of his cock suddenly white-hot inside you as it pushes against something deep that sends a wonderful shiver through you as it stretches around the tip and hugs it tightly. The otherwise mute demon finally makes a sound, a low, rumbling groan that seems to ripple through his chest. He presses himself even more tightly against you, releasing your legs to grab you in a firm embrace, and you find your body shifting automatically to embrace and cuddle against him. Inside, you can feel something warm beginning to pulse against your flesh, a wet heat that rolls out from deep within your belly and slowly oozing out along your passage around the cock. The pulsing goes on for what seems to be ages, and your body relaxes with each pulse, your legs relaxing back down to either side as you hear yourself sighing with pleasure. Then the shaft pulls back out, more slowly this time, and as the spikes pull out they roll a wave of pleasure along with them, and as the head pulls out around your outer lips they are already beginning to twitch and spasm, your back arching and hips shuddering as your abused passage nevertheless clenches and pulses through a powerful, overwhelming climax. As the feeling all but overwhelms your consciousness, you can vaguely sense the demon receding above you, and you purr as your body rolls around on the bed, your pussy still twitching as a sense of relaxation and relief wash over you. \n\nThe relaxation lulls you into a brief catnap, and when your eyes snap back open you find that you're lying on your side on the bed, your body tucked into a loose curl. Oddly enough, you feel better than you have in a long time, and momentarily free of the mind-clouding demands of heat, although a slight ache in your pelvis reminds you of the rigors your body has just been through. You smile and stretch, content to lay there a while longer, and barely even start as another feline suddenly flops down on the bed next to you, her face close to yours, albeit upside-down as she was apparently thrown from the opposite side. From your vantage point, you can only really see her face and chest, but it's enough for you to watch her face change from bewildered surprise, to anticipatory eagerness as the face of a demon popped into view above her, to stunned shock as her arms twitch and breasts bounce from the demon's sudden penetration. You watch as her face runs the gamut of emotions, and you find yourself purring in reaction to the arousal that flushes progressively across her face, content to observe the steady, undulating rhythm of her body as it reacts to the forceful mating. For some reason, you find her yowls oddly soothing, and as the mask of pain on her face from her first exposure to the barbs dissolves into tongue-lolling pleasure, you can feel a sympathetic twitch of warmth in your own pussy as the erotic display nudges your heat back into action. As the woman beside you moans and shudders, sliding into her own climax, you feel the impact of someone landing on the bed behind you, and you turn around in time to see yet another woman's muzzle open wide and her eyes flutter upwards as another demon begins to mate her in earnest. You snuggle into the sheets, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the sights and sounds of the females being mated around you, each display making you progressively hotter, and when another demon pounces on you a bit later you happily spread your legs for him, your body once again wet and as well-prepared as it can be to receive him.\n\nIt is several days before your feet once again touch the ground, alternating between being mated by the seemingly indefatigable demons, and lazing about on the bed as you take in the show of the other women being mated around you, with the occasional break for a quick nap. The lighting in the room never changes, and your perception of time becomes altered, almost to the point where it seems like the cycle of mating and watching has been, and always will be, your entire existence. Eventually, though, the days actually do pass, and the demons move on to another section as your heat, and the heats of those around you, finally dissipate. With your desire gone, your energy returning, and no compelling reason to stay, you finally get hesitantly to your feet and walk towards the portal, although you do so a bit bowleggedly - your pussy still aches from the intense rakings it received, far more than usual, and you know that it will take you several days to recover.\n\nThe portal, once its unpleasant sensation subsides, does not deliver you to the cave - instead, you reappear on the dirt road just outside your house, feeling the usual pressure of your hunting clothes and gear pressing against your body as the portal apparently restores everything to how it was when you entered. While it was hard to tell time in the portal, it is night outside, and you quickly enter your house, cooking up some preserved meat to quell the hunger pangs brought on by the cessation of heat, made more powerful by the lack of food and intense mating that occurred in the interim. \n\nYou spend the next few days resting and recovering before you resume your normal schedule of hunting. As the days pass, though, you feel your hunger increase, even as you can sense yourself slowing down, and an insistent warmth builds in your abdomen as your belly grows… pure lust or not, you realize that as supernatural beings, demon seed can apparently impregnate different species, and the raking you received made you more than fertile enough for your body to accept it. You groan as you realize what must be growing inside you, and you wonder how you are going to explain it to the village when you deliver a litter of demi-feline demon spawn…\n\nTHE END

You decide that, heat or not, gold or not, you're not willing to trust the word of a strange wizard who lives by himself in the middle of the forest. You politely decline his offer, and he looks slightly disappointed - when you offer to let him have a roll in the hay instead, *without* any spells, he declines too, but wishes you well on your travels. You walk away from the cottage, hearing the sound of a dog barking within, but the sounds of the wizard and animal fade as you leave the cobblestones and return to the path.\n\n[[Continue on the Path]]

You continue on the well-traveled path for a while, coming across a handful of other people, mostly traders and hunters. A few feline traders sniff at the air as they walk past, but luckily none of them are familiar with you to engage with you further. You make a concerted effort not to look to closely at any of them, but it is impossible to avoid taking in their scents, and your subsequent strides become hesitant as they pass. Your heated state ensures that each encounter, if only momentary, causes a warm, tingling feeling between your legs, making you very aware of the fabric rubbing slightly against your pussy with each step. The traffic is relatively sparse, though, giving you time to recover, and while the occasional female feline gives you an odd glance, most of the other travelers don't seem to take too much notice. Nevertheless, you notice your gaze beginning to linger on each man that passes, and you can feel the combined warmth and ache of heat growing low in your abdomen. While you know that there is still some time left before the feelings become desperately urgent, you know that they will only continue to build, and it probably makes sense to get beyond feline territory before they do.\n\nYou know that you are already beyond the general area controlled by your village and into the forest proper, and the proportion of felines to other species on the path is already dwindling. As you walk along, you notice that the right side of the forest is thinning out a bit, with larger spacing between the trees and more sunlight filtering down, and beyond you can see the occasional grassy clearing - off in the distance, you can hear the low burbling of a small stream. You know from experience that this sort of area has the potential to be a good hunting ground, and it might be a good diversion from the relatively uninteresting path. On the other hand, if you can recognize it as a good hunting ground, so can other hunters. Given your current state and the occasional traffic, continuing down the path certainly carries its own risks, but it would quickly take you further away from feline-settled areas, and the attendant risk of encountering someone of your kind who would be more than compatible with your fertile state...\n\n[[Explore the hunting ground]]\n\n[[Walk more quickly down the well-traveled path]]

You - yes, you - are a catgirl (well, more of a young woman than an actual girl, but the term still fits). You're a relatively petite and pretty one, with bright green eyes, a cute muzzle with a pink nose, a coat of luxurious tawny fur with subtle orange highlights, and a long, plush tail that occasionally has a life of its own. Overall, you are quite fit for a female of your species, and as a hunter you're quick enough with a knife and a bow, but your strength has limits - without sufficient care and cunning, you can be overpowered by most opponents, usually with predictable consequences (especially if the opponent happens to be male).\n\nYou are quite proud of your "assets," and justifiably so. Your chest features a pair of well-formed B-cup breasts with bright pink nipples, slightly above average for your kind, the perfect size to cradle in your (or someone else's) hands. Additional rows of nipples run down your chest, barely poking out of the fur that covers them. You have a thin waist and hips that flare nicely beneath it, and a tight, well-toned ass. A patch of fur on your legs is bright white, forming a heart shape from behind as it runs along your ass and down your inner thighs. The fur between your legs recedes to reveal a soft, pale pink mound, and if you lean over and look down carefully, you can see the edges of the soft folds that form your pussy lips emerging beneath, and the little hood that protrudes in front to cover your soft, sensitive button of a clitoris. You can't see the part that goes inside, of course, but you know from experience that it's stretchy enough to accommodate a wide variety of males, resilient enough to withstand frenzied, repeated feline matings, and sensitive enough to clearly feel, and be pleasured by, most anything that enters. You're sexy and you know it, and when you walk with that particular sway in your hips, a male of your species would have to be castrated or dead not to take notice. Most of the time, of course, notice is all they'll take, since if they're aggressive towards you when you're not interested, you won't even need a knife - a direct application of claws and fangs is usually sufficient to quell even the most overactive libido. Of course, that's most of the time, with one rather huge exception - an exception that you quickly realize has found you once again.\n\nIt's not even just the dream, either. You know, that one, where you're lying in a soft bed with pillows all around, and that gorgeous guy with the dark, penetrating eyes, silver fur, and rippling muscles is licking your face, then your breasts, then seemingly everywhere all at once, and while the only thing he can say is "eleven," over and over again, you don't mind at all as he takes you in his arms, rubs that warm thick feline cock across your shivering cuntlips, and then softly nips your neck as he mates you… No, it's not just that. You've had that dream before, even on a normal night. It's more the fact that when you wake up, even through your fur, you can tell that your naked butt is lying in a wet spot on the bed, a wet spot that is surely related to the moisture you can feel slowly beginning to drip from between your legs. That, and there's a tingling sensation forming in your abdomen, a sensation that you know will soon turn into an ache, and then a burning need as your body demands to be filled. You glance down, noticing how your breasts have swelled almost a half-size larger, with the nipples engorged and surely sensitive. You dart a hand along your abdomen, and down between your legs, and your state is quickly confirmed - you can feel that your mound is puffed outward, almost surely a bright pink from its engorgement, and it is already quite sensitive to the touch, sending a shiver along your hips and down your legs as your hand passes along it. When you bring your hand back up, it is damp with your moisture, and reeks of the sweet, exotic scent of your heat.\n\nYou know that you should get up, and figure out how you want to handle your heat before the need gets too strong for you to properly think. On the other hand, you're feeling nice and sensitive, there's already a wet spot on your bed, and your hand is already soaked. Maybe it makes sense to give yourself a few minutes, and see if you can use your hands to relieve some of that desire first, futile though it might be in your condition?\n\n[[Put your hands between your legs and go for it]]\n\n[[Try to ignore it and get up]]\n\n[[Become the author instead]]

You quickly turn tail and run from the tentacle tree, but you can already hear a rustling behind you as the tentacles spring out from the trunk towards your retreating form. One smacks into your ankle, the force of the impact quickly wrapping the tentacle tightly around it. Secured, the tentacle gives a yank, tripping you up and sending you sprawling onto the grass. You try to kick at the thing, struggling to get it off you, but a second tentacle shoots out, and within moments both your legs are snared. \n\nThe tentacles begin to pull back, dragging you towards the tree on your stomach, the wet grass sliding against your torso as you are slowly but inexorably drawn towards they tree's clutches. You struggle against it, scrabbling at the ground with your hands and tearing up divots of grass, but to no avail. You are already well within the shade of the tree when you reach for your knife in desperation, but before you can even get a good grip on the pommel, a tentacle whips out and broadly smacks you right across your pert butt. The blow stuns you for a moment, but also perversely excites you due to your already horny state, and the tentacle that pushes in roughly against your crotch moments later completes the effect. Your surprised scream turns into a shuddering moan as the sudden sensation overwhelms you, and by the time you can recover from it, you can feel wetness soaking into your panties even as more tentacles wrap themselves around your knees, wrists, and elbows. You are soon pulled upright with your back against the trunk of the tree, and you can feel a plethora of tentacles rippling against your back. You shudder from another prod at your crotch, your horny body already thrilling at the touch, even as your panicking conscious mind realizes that you are now completely at the tree's mercy.\n\n[[Get tentacled]]

You've never trusted demons, you certainly don't trust the dodgy sign and the dubious disclaimer, and in your current perpetually aroused state, you barely even trust yourself. Plus, if you stay any longer, your heat could manifest itself with urgency, leading to... you're not sure what, but you doubt that it would be pleasant. So, despite a powerful sense of reluctance, you do an about-face and hightail it back out of the cave.\n\nYou return to the path, pledging to continue on, although there is a part of you that maintains its curiosity, seemingly attempting to drag you back to the cave...\n\n[[Continue walking on the path around the hill]]\n\n[[Give in and return to the cave]]

You walk down the well-marked path, walking peacefully through the forest. Oddly, for such a well-traveled path, no one seems to be immediately in sight. You walk on, trying to ignore the heat slowly building in your belly and working its way down, although with no one else male around, your body seems to be in less of a hurry.\n\nAfter walking for a while, you notice a small cobblestone path leading off to the side, and you can just make out a cottage peeking out from the trees a short ways away. While you know that a few people live in the forest, generally they aren't of your kind, but on the other hand you can't recall coming across this cottage before. After all, you are a feline - a little curiosity couldn't hurt, could it?\n\n[[Examine the Cottage]]\n\n[[Continue on the Path]]

Realizing that escape is risky, you also realize that allowing an unpredictable dragon to mate with you is far riskier, and if it does indeed catch you... well, at least your death will be quick, if rather painful. Spinning on your pawpads, you dart for the edge of the clearing, not bothering to look back as you put every ounce of energy and adrenaline into driving your legs forward. Behind you, the dragon bellows in rage, and a puff of superheated steam singes your tail as you dart between tree trunks and back into the forest. There is a horrendous thud behind you as the dragon's weight slams into the trees, and you glance quickly back to see the edge of the clearing engulfed in a thick cloud of steam. Apparently, this dragon wasn't the fire-breathing sort, or else the entire forest would be in trouble. The dragon thuds into the trees again and again, and you can hear one of them crack and topple as you continue to run, the dragon snarling in anger nonstop. However, the trees are too thick for him to travel between, and even though their closeness slows your progress, his bellows eventually fade into the distance. You finally pause to take a breath, looking up at the dense canopy that conceals you from the air - even if the dragon takes flight again, for now, you should be invisible to it. You lean against a tree trunk, panting heavily, and feeling a palpable sense of relief. Somehow, unbelievably, your speed has won the day, and you've managed to escape from what could have otherwise been a grisly fate.\n\nYou look around, trying to assess where you are, but the trees here are densely packed, with thick underbrush. You can see the trampled trail of foliage from where you entered the grove, but you naturally aren't all that interested in heading back that way. There isn't any particularly clear path that you can see, but off to one side the spacing between the trees seems slightly less, and the lighting a little more bright. Off to the right from that area you also notice the empty bed of what looks to be a small stream, although the only evidence of its contents is a small, dwindling strip of mud meandering down the center. It winds its way through the trees in a different direction, but might eventually empty out somewhere interesting.\n\n[[Take the brighter path]]\n\n[[Follow the dry stream]]

You decide to walk along the dry streambed to see where it leads. The muddy track twists through a dense stand of trees and brush, and it's slow going as you are often forced to shove your way through, trying your best to avoid tangling your fur on the various scratchy branches, and occasionally encountering a stand so thick you have to use your hunting knife to hack through them. Eventually, things open up to a more standard look for the forest, as the streambed loops around, almost doubling back on itself before quickly curving off in another direction. You wonder how far it goes, and whether following it was a good idea - hacking through the brush has worn you out a bit, and even though there doesn't seem to be a soul around at all, your heat is still slowly but steadily progressing despite a lack of men around to further stimulate it.\n\nThe streambed doesn't look much more impressive as you follow it, but you soon realize that while this particular stream is little more than a strip of mud, you can hear water flowing from somewhere not too far away. Indeed, a few minutes later the forest shrinks back before a clearing, and you realize that the streambed is in fact a minor tributary, flowing into a fairly good-sized river, one flowing fast enough you'd be wary about trying to cross it, especially as it gives off a white spray when it hits a series of rocky rapids just a bit further down. You do follow along the riverbed, though, enjoying the sun, although you do glance up occasionally to see if the dragon from before is back patrolling the skies. Aside from a stray bird, though, the sky is clear, and you are happy to walk along the riverbed, a welcome break from slogging through trees and brush. \n\nBeyond the rapids, the river flows over a rocky outcropping, before plummeting over the edge as a waterfall. The footing over the rocky surface is treacherous, and you crouch down and make your way carefully over towards the edge of the outcropping. As you do, though, you realize that the land to the side of the outcropping are not a cliff face, but instead seems to slope down around it - it's a little steep, but nothing you can't scramble down with your agility. You negotiate the slope, your feet sliding on loose soil before finding purchase, but you manage to make your way down standing up, trailing a cloud of kicked-up dust in your wake. A few steps to recover your balance on solid ground, and you look up to take in where you are - and are met by a somewhat surprising sight.\n\nThe river pours over the jutting rock face in a short but impressive waterfall, crashing down on the edge of a wide, shallow basin, a shimmering rainbow visible from the cloud of droplets kicked up by the water's impact. The basin forms a lake of sorts before the river flows onward, the water brilliantly clear. In the water, however, you see a trio of females not wholy unlike yourself, although their fur has a slightly different, wavy pattern to it. It is a pattern you can see quite clearly, though, as they appear to be naked, splashing and frolicking while submerged waist-deep in the water. For the moment, they don't seem to notice you, but you realize someone else has, as you feel the weight of a hand on your shoulder.\n\nYou turn to see a fourth woman, also completely naked, who greets you warmly with a quick embrace. While you're momentarily taken aback, she seems to pose no threat to you, and appears happy with your presence. As you glance at her, though, something else quickly becomes clear - her own scent is heavily laced with the pungent smell of heat, and the bright, swollen redness of the mound peeking out between her legs makes her condition abundantly clear.\n\nShe notices your observation of her state, and without you even needing to ask, she explains what is going on: she, and the other women here, are from one of the other villages in the area, one that's usually several days' trek by normal paths, but apparently only a day's travel from this glade by a well-camouflaged path. Because of its seclusion, and the fact that few others know of it, the location is used as a retreat by the women of that village when they want to ride out their heat without male interference. Of course, she notices your state as well, and appears to assume that you have been told of this place by someone from their village. \n\nBy now, the trio in the water have also noticed you, and wave to you in welcome. The woman standing next to you extends her hand, inviting you to join them for the duration of your heat, should you so desire. It might be nice, to try to wait out your heat with them; on the other hand, though, you know from your own experience that hands and tongues can only do so much against the heat, and you wonder how they plan to handle things when their desire becomes overwhelming...\n\n[[Join the women]]\n\n[[Decline their invitation and continue on]]

Concluding that it probably makes more sense to take the heat in hand (literally) than ignore it, you reach down and begin to massage between your legs, first gently caressing the fur on your lower abdomen and inner thighs until your hips thrust forward in anticipation, then bringing the focus to your mound. Even puffed up as it is during heat, the mound is soft and squishy, and conforms willingly under the pressure of your fingers as you move them in a circular motion. By the time your hand moves down to slide along your cuntlips, you can already feel them twitching slightly in time with your pulse, your body thrilling to the feeling of your touch as you explore the sensitive ridges. Your hips thrust again, involuntarily, and you have the sudden sensation that you need something inside you, RIGHT NOW. \n\nAlmost without thinking, the two fingers in the center of your hand curl inwards, tickling your urethra and causing you to squirm as they quest for the place where your lips spread apart. They find it quickly as the lower edges of your cuntlips coats them with moisture, and they effortlessly spread the lips to either side and press in firmly. You can feel your inner muscles clench as they try to squeeze around your fingers, which continue to curl and quest for a sensitive spot somewhere inside; your outer fingers, meanwhile, continue to lie flat and stroke against your lips, as the palm of your hand nestles firmly into your mound and pushes insistently and repeatedly against your hood, rubbing it across your sensitive clit and sending electric waves of pleasure through the core of your body. Soon, all three of the sensations converge as your fingers find one of the sensitive spots inside and rubs it until it feels just right. Everything feels wonderful as your body responds to the stimulation, and you can feel your pussy twitching in anticipation, but you just can't seem to quite go over the edge into the body-wracking orgasm you need for satiation. While on a normal day you can usually bring yourself to orgasm, even though you rarely have the desire, now the curse of heat rears its ugly head; while the heat makes you more sensitive all over, it also subtly shifts how the stimulation works. You can pleasure yourself all you want, but you are forced to acknowledge that if you want that desired relief, you will need something else: the feel of a man pressing his weight against you, a thick cock to stretch your walls and scratch that itch deep inside, and some kind of ridges, hooks or spines to rake against you and give you the release of being bred. Of course, being bred leads to other consequences, and you're still debating whether or not you want that right now.\n\nAfter a few more minutes, squirming on the bed and pawing at your breasts and thighs in one last desperate attempt at a climax, you finally give up. At least the pleasure makes you feel slightly calmer, although the tingling has hardly abated. All you really manage to achieve is to greatly increase the size of the wet spot on the sheets. Since the sheets are already a mess, you use a dry corner of them to mop up between your legs. You know that the masturbation has made you quite sensitive, so much so that underwear might be uncomfortably distracting, so you head into the kitchen naked to make yourself some breakfast.\n\n[[Get something to eat]]

You step forward forcefully, and he cowers away, his ears flat against his head as he holds the sword out, less as a weapon and more as a sort of talisman that he hopes might keep you at bay. It takes almost no effort to seize the sword by the pommel, just below the blade, and wrench it out of his hands to clatter against the grass by the side of the path. You bring your knife up, but instead of bringing it to his neck, you trail the flat of the blade slowly along his shirt, teasing him with it as your face breaks out into a toothy grin. You see his breath almost catch in his throat as the knife descends, and you let it hover for a moment just above his waist, before bringing the edge to bear on the cord that is tied in place to hold his pants up. Sliding the edge underneath it, you begin to cut it away, watching the strands of the cord separate one by one as he stands frozen, almost seeming to be mesmerized as your gaze locks with his. As the cord begins to fail, you take your other hand and run it along the outline of his cock through the pants, and he looks almost more horrified as he realizes what your touch means... and as he consciously recognizes the clear scent of a feline in heat.\n\n"Wh- what are you-" he stammers out, almost seeming... embarrassed? You reply, with a purr, that he has made you quite displeased with his inept robbery attempt, and if he wishes to escape with nothing more than a few harsh words used against him, that he is instead going to make you happy. He grimaces for a moment before nodding resignedly, although you note from his increasingly tumescent erection that at least part of him is quite eager to accede to your demands. \n\nYou acknowledge his acquiescence, licking your lips as the cord finally parts, and without its support, the loose pants quickly fall down around him. You discover that he is wearing nothing beneath them, and his cock stands at attention between surprisingly lithe and muscular legs - as inept as the mouse has been with another type of sword, he is apparently at least reasonably skilled at running away. His cock, though, seems a bit of a disappointment, as it lacks the spines present in your species, instead looking more like a human one; a little shorter and thinner than you're used to, with only the flared ridge around the tip to provide any semblance of proper stimulation.\n\nThat being said, you figure it'll at least work well enough in at least somewhat reducing your heat, and you're done wasting time with his stammering hesitance. You step up against a tree and lean up against it, jutting your butt out and quickly tugging your bikini and panties down until they rest flatly on top of each other just above your knees. You crane your neck around and glare at him as he stands there, and he quickly moves over, his lust apparently overcoming his fear as he rests one hand on your butt, using the other one to maneuver his cock until it presses gently against your mound. You feel the tip sliding around, and you growl in anticipation as it traces over your sensitive skin, bumping across your mound until it finally engages with your pussy lips and and slides upward to the place where they eagerly stretch apart around him, and the feeling of him sliding into your wet hole is at least enough to elicit a low purr from deep in your throat.\n\nYou can feel his fingers comfortably squeezing your butt as he thrusts against you in the quick but erratic motions of his kind, occasionally pausing at the end of a stroke to grind against you. As you feared, his cock is warm and feels good stroking inside you, but it isn't really big enough to give you the filled feeling that you need to satiate the heat, and the rubbing of his flared tip against your insides is little more than a gentle teasing sensation compared to the firm raking your body desires. Still, he seems to be relatively adept for his species, and he soon has you purring and rolling your hips in time to his rhythmic motions. The sensation isn't really close to bringing you to orgasm, but it's a pleasant way to pass the time, and he strokes inside you reliably for several minutes before pushing in as deep as he can, letting out an oddly tortured-sounding moan as he climaxes, warm spurts of his seed pulsing out to splash against your walls. He pulls out soon afterwards and sits down hard behind you, his breath escaping with a whoosh.\n\nYou turn back and crouch down near the tree, giving his seed time to drip out of you so that it doesn't cause a mess in your panties later on. You watch him gasping for breath and let an amused grin play over your face. He looks at you fearfully again, and then, amidst his stammering, asks if you are satisfied. You are tempted to tell him no, and force him to go again until you are, but you also know that what he just did for you is probably as good as it gets. Instead, you pull your panties and bikini back up, and tell him that he is free to go, if he wants… although you make sure that he knows that he won't get off nearly as easily, in any sense of the word, if your paths cross again. He nods in agreement and quickly scampers off before you change your mind, leaving his rusty sword behind in his haste. You ignore it and continue on down the path, looking for something else that might be a bit more interesting to play with.\n\n[[Return to the path]]

You walk up the path to the cottage, and notice quickly that it is inhabited - there is a man in the front, tending to a small, fenced-in garden. He notices you approach and waves invitingly.\n\nYou hop the low fence into the garden, and the man introduces himself. He is one of those strange creatures called a human, with pink skin instead of a proper coat of fur, with a mop of brown hair that trails down his neck, and the frame of someone used to working the fields. From his dress, you assume that he is some sort of wizard - that, or an odd man who likes to tend his crops in a brightly-colored bathrobe, but given the situation you assume it's the former. He sniffs at the air briefly before talking.\n\n"Ah, welcome, visitor! And what an interesting visitor you are! In fact, given what my exquisite nose is telling me about your state, I might be able to interest you in a particular proposition..."\n\nYou nod, allowing him to continue.\n\n"You see, I am well aware of how those of your species tend to feel in your particular state of... readiness. That, in essence, you want to be used, without any nonsensical pretense of love or romance. In short, you want to be used as, well, a fucktoy for a week or so until you're satisfied. So, my proposition is this: Allow me to cast a spell that will make you my fucktoy for that period of time. In return, I will pay you handsomely in gold, and give you a gift that is perhaps even more valuable." He reaches over to a nearby cart, waving his arms to dispel a magical ward on a wooden box, and reaches inside to withdraw a pouch. He shows it to you, obviously weighing down his hands: the pouch is filled with gold coins, enough to comfortably live off in your town, or probably any other, for several years. It is, admittedly, a tempting offer, as sex with humans is usually not at all troublesome, and it would let you work our your heat and be paid handsomely for it at the same time - while in heat, there is almost no such thing as shameful sex, and prostitution is hardly a concern in your society. On the other hand, the man is a wizard, and you know from experience than not all of them can be trusted... that, and you don't really know exactly what sort of spell he intends to cast on you.\n\n[[Take the wizard up on his offer]]\n\n[[Decline the offer]]

You look over at the demons, wondering how to get their attention. The truth is, you don't really know how to go about seducing people very well, as it hasn't exactly been a necessary skill to learn: in your own culture, merely being in heat is enough to instantly "seduce" any nearby man, and you've found from experience that even other species, from humans on out, are usually more than happy to attend to any woman who appears visibly aroused. The fact that the demons seem almost bored to see you, then, is something of an anomaly, and you're momentarily at a loss as to what to do about it.\n\nYou try to pose suggestively, wiggling your hips and arching your back to emphasize your breasts, but there is no response from the watching demons. Frustrated, and feeling your heat surging forward, you decide to try a more direct approach: turning away from them, you bend over, putting your bikini-clad ass on obvious display, your tail arching back to provide an unimpeded view, and the scent of your heat slowly emanating outwards. You hold the pose for a while, suggestively rocking your hips from time to time, but there is absolutely no response. Of course, demons being demons, they could have any number of reasons for holding back, but given that most demons easily gave in to any situation involving "sinful" lust, it is especially frustrating that these particular demons are doing nothing at all useful for you.\n\nFinally, growling in frustration as your juices saturate your now uncomfortably-tight panties and drip down your thighs, you charge headlong at one of the demons, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace as you press your body against him, your crotch trying to press against his nether region. For a moment, you feel a firm bulge pressing against your leather bikini, and you attempt to grind against it, purring with desire. As you do, though, the demon grabs your arms, pulling them apart from around his chest with impressive strength, your own muscles offering little in the way of resistance. Then, before you know it, those same arms have grabbed you around the waist, and he lifts you effortlessly into the air, giving you a chance to admire the portal very closely as he turns and hurls you through it.\n\n[[Enter the portal]] (not like you have a choice, at this point)

You realize that the sight of the mouse and the instincts that it brings up, in conjunction with your heat, means that you feel suddenly very playful, and you decide you're going to have some fun with him. You just stand there for a moment, impassively, and then give him a wide grin as you slowly slide the knife back into your sheath. The mouse almost looks hopeful for a moment, waving his sword with slightly more energy, almost seeming to wonder if you are, in fact, going to hand over your valuables. That hope quickly drains, however, as you suddenly spring forward, one hand easily knocking the sword out of his grasp as you pounce on him, knocking him to the ground. He tries to get up but your hands land on his chest and force him back down, straddling him as you give him another gleaming, toothy smile. Even through your leather bikini, you can feel him swelling beneath you, and your rock your hips and grind a little against him, flicking out your raspy tongue and sliding it lustily across his muzzle. He looks back at you, his eyes a mixture of terror and confusion, and you just smile for a moment before suddenly getting up and standing blank-faced above him. He jumps to his feet, gives you one more panicked look, then turns tail and takes off into the woods, leaving his sword behind.\n\nYou follow along quickly behind him, your instincts almost taking over as you bound through the forest on all fours, your tail keeping your balance as your flexible spine elongates your strides and gives you excellent speed. You quickly discover that you need every bit of it, as the mouse is far faster than you expected - obviously, this is not his first botched robbery, as he has apparently become quite adept at running away.\n\nYou do manage to close in on him, though, and with a strong kick of your legs you manage to pounce on him again, shoving him to the ground. He coughs as his face lands in a pile of leaves, and your hands are quickly upon him, claws tearing into the straps of the battered leather vest and ripping them apart. He tries to struggle upward, but you shove him back down into the leaves, tugging at the vest until it finally comes free, then retracting your claws and taking a moment to gently rub your hands through the fur on his back and dipping them under him to fondle his stomach - despite his ragged clothing, his coat of fur is full and soft, and you enjoy the feel of it as you lean down to rub your muzzle against his shoulders and purr against him. You can actually feel him relaxing against you, and you snuggle for a moment longer before letting him up again. He gets up and scrambles away, but a bit more slowly this time, and you realize why as his hands dart in front of him - he's trying to run away while containing his burgeoning erection, which by now is probably standing at full attention as a result of your unexpected ministrations.\n\nIn fact, this time you're able to loop in front of him and hide behind a tree yourself, pouncing out at him as he runs by and knocking him flat on his back. A few quick swipes and the linen pants come apart from his waist to his knees, his erection springing up amongst the tatters that you quickly shove aside. You straddle him again, your fingers kneading the fur on his chest as your crotch presses up against the base of his shaft, the pressure tilting it downward as you press your hips forward, until it is pressed down flat against his belly with the tip peeking out beneath your bikini bottoms. You grind against him some more, giving out a little moan from a sensation that is tantalizingly distant. You release his chest and reach down to undo the straps on the bikini, as you see an expression of arousal begin to spread its way across his face, displacing the fear. \n\nWith the bikini untied, you rise up on your knees as you pull the leather straps holding it together apart, and it soon falls away as an almost flat piece of leather that you calmly remove from between your thighs as you settle back on top of him, pressing his cock back down again and grinding against it with your panty-clad crotch. You realize as you do that your panties are already plastered against your crotch, soaked through with your juices, and you leave a sheen of wetness along his shaft as the sodden fabric barely serves as a barrier to sensation at all. You can feel the length of his shaft pressing snugly against you, and even through the fabric his warmth feels perfect against your mound.\n\nYou grind for a few more minutes, feeling your arousal build, and then abruptly stand up once more, to see what he will do. This time, though, he doesn't get up at all, instead continuing to lie in the grass, his cock rigidly erect and twitching slightly back and forth. Against his other needs, his fear has dissolved away, and he seems to be ready to do whatever you want him to. Of course, you realize that you already have him right where you want him.\n\nYou move back down to straddle him again, but now you use your fingers to pull the sodden fabric covering your crotch over to the side, tucking it away to the edge of your mound and revelaing your pussy lips beneath. Kneeling over him, you grab his cock, almost surprised by the intense warmth coming off of it, and it is his turn to moan as your fingers encircle his shaft and rub against his skin. You slowly lower yourself, maneuvering his cock until the tip brushes lightly against your lips, and you slide it back and forth between them, enjoying the feeling of him against their sensitive ridges as they coat it with an additional helping of your copious juices. Soon, you feel it settling between your lips where it needs to be, and you slowly bend yoor legs and lower yourself down against him, letting his cock spread your lips open and push up inside you. \n\nAs your crotch pushes into his lap, you realize that his cock isn't quite what you need. It's thick enough so that you can feel the warmth against your inner walls, but not so thick that they are embracing it snugly, and the tip stops at least an inch short of where it needs to be in order to scratch that deep itch and help relieve your heat. Worst of all, the ridge of his tip is barely flared enough to stimulate your heat-soaked passage at all, let alone contain the hooks that could really do the job. Nonetheless, you try to make the most of it, bouncing up and down on top of him at a frantic rate, grinding your clit against the fur on his pelvis as your hands pin his shoulders, knowing that when he looks up the only thing he will see is your panting, aroused face. \n\nSoon, you feel him trying to buck up against you as you bounce on top of him, and hes soon really getting into it, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, and continuing his bucking as you come down and start grinding against him, letting his bucking motions push him into you as deeply as possible and giving you as much of a filled sensation as he can. Meanwhile, you grind your clit against him, the soft fur teasing it mercilessly as you seek just the right sensation. Then you feel his hands grip firmly and push you down hard against him, your legs splaying slightly as his crotch mashes against yours. You feel him shivering inside you, and a moment later you can feel splashes of warmth inside as he pulses against you as deeply as he can. Meanwhile, the friction of his soft fur suddenly snuggling intensely against your clit is finally enough, and you yowl as you feel and orgasm surging up from within, sending a pleasant tingling through you as your walls clench and ripple around him, causing his breath to momentarily catch as the sudden sensation milks everything he has out of him. \n\nYou get unsteadily to your feet, still shiver a bit from the orgasm - while not the best you've had, the sensation is a relief, although you know that the mild internal stimulation will do little to quell the deep itch that still builds inside you. You lean against a tree, spreading your legs and letting the products of your frantic coupling drip down from your pussy lips and drip down onto the soil below. Looking up, you take in the blue sky shining down from a break in the trees, and for a moment you are at peace. \n\nYou hear a scuffling noise, and you look down to see your most recent sexual partner trying to fashion together some sort of makeshift shorts from the remaining tatters of his pants. You tend to your own clothing while he works at that, sliding down your panties and wringing out the crotch as best you can until they are at least reasonably dry before pulling them back up. By the time you've recovered your bikini and returned to a fully-dressed state, he has at least fashioned something to preserve his modesty. You think for a moment about kissing him, but then remember that he had attempted to rob you and give him an eager, slightly malicious toothy grin instead. He gulps at the display, and contrary to what you would expect from a male recovering from a vigorous mating, he manages to bolt off through the forest at full speed. You half-consider chasing him, but your pussy is still throbbing slightly from the recent encounter, and you realize that running would provide your still-sensitive pussy with too much stimulation. Instead you relax, grinning bemusedly at his retreating form before it disappears, before slowly making your way back to the path and looking for some more satisfying prey, in one way or another.\n\n[[Return to the path]]

You walk down the main road of the village and over to the market square. Part of you, the more optimistic part, thinks that you can get the supplies you need quickly before your other needs become apparent and undeniable; another part of you, though, can't quite shake the trepidation that this decision can only lead to one possible, if somewhat desired, conclusion (and another part of you, true to form for being in heat, is already imagining how wonderful it will feel to be mated repeatedly when that outcome occurs). As you approach the market square, the increased presence of people around, especially the men, causes the ache in your abdomen to build far more quickly than expected, adding credence to the inevitability hinted at in your earlier thoughts… but as you're already about to press into the busy square, and it's doubtful that turning back at this point would be any more effective.\n\nThe square is undoubtedly the beating heart of the town, situated in a large central square where the town's major roads converge, and otherwise surrounded by the thatched-roof buildings housing various shops, taverns, and the long, low building of the council hall. During most of the day, though, those buildings are shuttered, and the focus turns to the neat rows of brightly-decorated wooden booths where dozens of local hunters and craftsmen ply their wares to the less-orderly clusters of customers huddled around them.\n\nThe food carts are a number of rows back on the square's far corner, and you make haste towards them, trying to navigate the crush of shoppers as they press ever closer. Many of them are male, of course, and their scents stand out like bold notes over the background noise of everyone else. You can't help but glance across their faces, and then significantly lower, as your mind naturally gravitates to slotting each man you see into an intensely erotic scenario, one that inevitably ends with the both of you rutting madly with animalistic passion. You desperately try to ignore it, but the ache becomes more focused, the presence of so many males close at hand transforming it into a pressing need. It truly feels like heat now, an intense warmth almost burning inside you, white heat flashing through your abdomen, pulsing in your pelvis, dripping down your thighs... down your thighs? You realize that the last part is quite literally true, as you notice that in your distraction from the fantasies you've been milling around aimlessly, probably with your tail-waving, hip-swaying walk instead of quickly and demurely as you intended, as your body let loose a torrent of lubrication that has already saturated the crotch of your panties and trickling copiously out around it. You realize that your pussy lips are puffed out even more, straining against the sopping fabric, and tingling agonizingly with every step. You struggle to keep quiet, and not to let out the moan that you desperately want to make with each swivel of your hips. Maybe if you just move more slowly, maybe you can make it there, buy what you need, and get back... somehow... but you're having a hard time even selling that to yourself, in between even more frequent fantasies that leave you twitching.\n\nStill, you move forward, but even as you do you realize that with fluid trickling down your legs, your scent is now more than apparent to anyone nearby. You realize that nearby men are starting to notice you, really notice you, and are tentatively moving closer as they try to determine your state - the scent is clear enough, but by now a woman in heat would most likely already be bending over, not walking along like you are, albeit hesitantly. \n\nYou make it a few more steps, some small part of you that's still concentrating on your task trying to convince you to avert your gaze and stare at the ground, despite your mind's protestations that you should be doing otherwise. Now, though, curious male hands are beginning to reach out, to see what is really going on. A hand rests on your shoulder, another brushes against your arm, just that mere touch causing you to lean in towards it and let out a soft purr. If you weren't in heat, perhaps you'd try to swat their hand away, but all of a sudden their touch feels sooo good, and you want them to just wrap you up in their arms before… somehow, you manage to shake your head, trying to deny the touches and the head musk of their male scents, trying to ignore your own irretrievably horny thoughts and a bodily imperative that would not brook being denied for long, even while realizing the battle against yourself is close to lost, your desire flooding across both your body and mind.\n\nSeeing your response, the questing hands soon become bolder, their owners now sure of your heat and ready to press their intentions, intentions that you seem to have no no resolve left to resist, as your body seems to do everything it can to indicate its readiness. It is far too late to back away from this now, far too late to even entertain the notion of running away, as your thoughts become fully consumed with the notion of the matings that will soon follow the touch. Even if you had the resolve to move forward, your way is blocked by a crush of men, who quickly encircle you. Hands reach out to caress your face, running along the fur on your sides, grabbing a nipple here and giving your butt a gentle squeeze there, the sensation of each touch beginning to feel electric as you stop in your tracks, purring constantly at the soft touch your body is receiving, relishing the men's affection. Then you feel a firm hand between your legs, two fingers starting to rub insistently against your folds and clit through the fabric, and you yowl as the sensation makes your hips jerk violently and your knees buckle. You know as your butt hits the ground, your pussy twitching uncontrollably, that the battle against your heat is lost, but you don't even mind at all as your body and mind anticipate the consummation that will soon arrive. It suddenly feels like there are hands all over your body at once, caressing you, petting you, supporting you, holding you up, and you shiver in ecstasy from the combined sensations. By the time the hands release you, you realize that you are now off to one side of the square, lying flat on your stomach on a patch of cool, soft grass. Your constricting underwear is gone, leaving you fully exposed on display, and at least a dozen men standing in a circle around you arguing over who gets to go first. Off to the side you hear the haughty sniff from a group of females, probably miffed at your lack of discretion - while such public matings are hardly uncommon, some women think it beneath them. At the moment, though, you couldn't care less about your location, your body having given over almost completely to instinct as your pussy throbs with anticipation, your mind already imagining being mated in detail and waiting for reality to coincide with its pleasant fantasies. \n\nFrustratingly, though, the men are still arguing, instead of servicing you as they should be, quenching the burning heat within that has now become almost the sole focus of your mind. Using what little willpower you have left, you raise your hand and point directly at one of the men, one with yellow-striped fur and what looks to be a sizable cock. The decision made for them, the other men take a step back, and almost before you can lower your hand back to the ground, you feel the weight of your chosen companion on top of you. It takes but a moment more for your breath to catch in your throat as his cock burrows between your thighs, hesitating just long enough to mingle precum with the already ample juices coating your cuntlips before the tip roughly shoves them aside, your mate burying his cock up to the sheath in one sudden, powerful thrust. You are already so worked up that you come from the thrust alone, hard enough that you practically melt from ecstacy as he pulls out, the initial pain of feline mating already turned to pleasure in your mind. You lie on the ground, enjoying the cool grass against your fur as it contrasts with the warmth both on you and in you, rolling along on waves of pleasure that frequently crest in a shuddering, pulsating climax, giving yourself over to the basic animal pleasure of being mated. Occasionally you glance up to realize that there is a different pattern of fur above you, a slightly different cock exploring your depths at a slightly different pace, but it mostly blurs together into hours of purring, panting bliss, a cavalcade of soft caresses and warm, ceaseless thrusts. By the time the last cock pulls out of you, the sun has already set, the light fading to dusk as the last pulsating orgasm slowly ebbs from your body, your control temporarily restored from your heat being fully and undeniably sated. You roll over onto your back, purring happily as you come down from it all, your pussy still feeling comfortably full from the volume of at least a hundred matings. Much of it drips out as you lie there, but you know more than enough will still remain to do the trick.\n\nAfter a while, you get up, and find that you can actually walk steadily enough again, the sensitivity between your legs finally lessened to something approaching normal. You walk back home, fluids running down your legs the entire way. Your feline eyes let you see well enough in the dark, although in your half-dazed state you don't bother to look behind you, and see the multitude of eyes staring back at you from the darkness as they silently follow along...\n\nYou take a short detour to a stream that runs along the town's periphery, washing off the grass and the distracting male scents that now coat you. Returning home, you collapse into bed, exhausted and a bit sore from the day's ordeal. In your exhausted state, though, you leave the front door wide open, and when you wake up even hornier the next day there are conveniently several men sharing the bed with you, and a number of others arrayed about on the floor. One of them, noticing that you're awake and ready to go, rolls you over and satisfies your waking heat with a passionate, yowling mating, soon followed by another and another as the other men quickly join in, matching your lusty eagerness with their own. The remaining days of your heat pass in their company, wet spots multiplying with each mating and wet orgasm until your sheets are a complete mess, a phenomenon that is soon duplicated on the woven rug nearby. \n\nOnce your heat ends, they reluctantly leave, promising to support you during your pregnancy as they go. it takes you several days for your pussy to recover enough for you to walk normally again, and by then you can already feel the warmth in your belly from a successful breeding… and while the experience wasn't exactly what you had intended, you hardly regret it. Next year, when the kittens now forming inside you are decently grown and learning their very first skills from various tradesmen in other parts of the village, you know that you won't even hesitate to be bred when your next annual heat rolls around - merely thinking about it even now makes you practically glow with anticipation. While the consequences are somewhat inconveniencing, compared to the breeding experience you've just enjoyed, you can't imagine even bothering to struggle against the imperative of heat - giving in to it, you now know, is the most wonderful thing in the world.\n\nTHE END

You feel yourself relaxing involuntarily against the mass of tentacles writhing along the trunk of the tree, your heat causing the panic in your mind to quickly fade, displacing it with naked arousal as the tentacles play across your body. Many tentacles are soon tugging at your various items of clothing, and you can feel the ties loosening bit by bit under their insistent, repeated motions. The vest comes apart first, the two pieces separating as the ties on one side finally give out, and you can feel as the garment is pulled away, your breasts bouncing as the leather is pulled across them, the vest quickly vanishing off to the side as it is worked over by a mass of green tendrils. At the same time, more tendrils are already wrapping themselves firmly around your waist, while several others pull at the ties on your bikini. It soon also gives way, sliding down off your butt and disappearing between your legs, leaving only your tight cloth bra and sopping panties. As they are much less hearty, the tentacles make quick work of them: one tentacle nestles in between your breasts, grabs the front of the fabric, and yanks, and you feel a twinge across your back as the fabric there quickly gives way, and the same with your shoulders a moment later as the garment is quickly ripped off. Moments later, two tentacles hook around the fabric on the outside of your hips, and yank outward, causing you to wince as the fabric momentarily presses in hard against you before it begins to rip, and even more tentacles plunge forward to get in on the action. The fabric tugs hard against your crotch before it finally fails, the tentacles tearing it to shreds and flinging it away. With all of the barriers separating your most sensitive areas from the tentacles, you soon feel the tendrils wrapped around your knees pulling upwards and to the sides, your weight shifting as your feet leave the ground and your entire weight becomes supported by the mass of grasping tentacles. Your knees are soon pulled up higher that your hips as you dangle within the trees clutches, your legs spread apart and the engorged pink flesh of your mound on full and prominent display. Some of the tentacles are already sliding down your abdomen toward it, and your mind flashes white with panic even as your body thrills, as you realize what is about to happen next.\n\nStrangely enough, the tentacles stop just on the periphery of your mound, gently teasing at the soft flesh. A moment later, though, you realize that they are only there as accessory stimulation. You realize this, of course, because what can only be the plant's primary tendril swings into view. Considerably thicker than the other tendrils, and practically glowing a vibrant green, the main tendril almost seems to bulge with the vegetation analogue to muscle. It hovers a foot away from your face, and you get the odd feeling that the thing is somehow staring at you. After a moment, though, it begins to glide lower, and then it darts in to quickly nudge against each of your nipples in turn, your body squirming at the warm, slimy sensation as the front of your breasts are coated with the tendril's ever-present slime. The slime from this tendril is different, though, and it seems to permeate through your fur and into your skin, leaving it warm, tingly, and wanting to be touched. A handful of tendrils drift down to comply with the new desire, cradling each breast and running their penile tips around the edge of your nipples in a steady circular motion, occasionally flicking across them and sending warm shivers down your spine. You find yourself rapidly beginning to purr as the steady stimulation further stokes your desire, and you can feel your pussy begin to twitch gently in time with the circular strokes. The main tendril drifts down as your purring occasionally modulates into a moan, and appears to regard your mound with approval, even as you can feel your juices beginning to flow in earnest, quickly coating your pussy lips with your own slick warmth. \n\nYou can't help but look down at the tendril as it begins to undulate back and forth, structures that look like veins beginning to pulse on the outside of it, and the undulation quickly increases to a rapid, throbbing vibration, the end of the tentacle sticking out straight and seeming to glow even more intensely. From what you know of cocks, this one looks like it is on the verge of bursting into orgasm, and a few seconds later it does indeed burst - although not quite in the way that you were expecting. Instead of a burst of fluid shooting out to cover your pussy, the sides of the tendril seem to simultaneously explode outwards, flailing about like the petals of an odd, expanding flower. Each of the petals seems to then divide in an attendant explosion, and within moments you realize that part of the reason the tendril is so thick is that most of the outside layer of "skin" is actually dozens of thin, tightly coiled tendrils that have now exploded into action. Sticking out in the midst of all of them, the tendril's tip glows a bright green, the penile shape unmistakable as its thick girth extends forward. \n\nThe thin peripheral tentacles, after a moment of seeming confusion, quickly shoot forward and down with a sense of purpose. They quickly dip down towards your mound, and although they are soon out of your restricted field of view, you can feel the warmth of the thin tendrils as several of them find your pussy lips at once, curling slightly inside to get a good purchase on each lip, and then tugging on them gently. A few others slide forward along the lips, nudging the hood aside and sliding in to encircle your clit, a move that elicits a gasp and a shudder from you, your hips squirming involuntarily as the intense feeling nearly drives you over the edge, stopped only by the itch of your heat demanding more. You are certainly more than ready, and your swollen pussy lips give in eagerly to the gentle tugging of the tendrils, spreading them wide enough that you can just barely feel the fur on your innermost thigh nudging against the spread edges. Seeing that your hole is now completely exposed and unobstructed, the main tendril darts down between your legs and out of view, only to reappear in your awareness with a sudden jolt as it plunges inside.\n\nThe tendril wastes no time, shoving itself deep inside, a stretching sensation rippling across your pussy as your inner walls conform around it, the girth of the tendril pressing tightly against them and saturating them with its intense, slimy warmth. Between your own wetness and the tendril's coating, it is able to easily move into position, nestling well inside and squirming around a bit, creating an almost stirring sensation as it slides around against your sensitive walls. Between the squirming warmth of the tentacle and the rubbing of the tendrils on your breasts, pussy lips and clit, it doesn't take long before the sensations build up towards an electric crescendo, and you feel your pussy clench and hips shudder as you quickly roll into an overwhelming orgasm, ecstasy pulsing across your mind as you let out a pulsating moan, your limbs twitching as your body gives itself over completely to the feeling. Even as you go mostly limp, the only movement coming in the form of rhythmic pulses as your pussy clenches and shivers around the tendril undulating inside you, you can feel the tentacle pulling slowly back, ever so slowly, just as you can see a rapid, rolling movement rippling along the length of the tentacle towards you…\n\nThe wave suddenly flips along the nearby section and down between your legs, followed immediately by a sudden, powerful thrust that sends the tendril darting back inside your still-spasming pussy with tremendous force, and you shudder and groan at the dull, thumping impact as the head of the tendril slams home against your cervix. Almost as soon as it slams in, the head of the tendril seems to explode inside you, a burst of warmth followed by a swelling that further stretches your inner walls, followed by an even more unusual sensation - the tickling touch of hundreds of tiny tendrils stroking against your walls. Somehow, you realize, the tendril has performed a similar splitting transformation inside you, but before you can consider what this means, your body and mind are paralyzed by a seemingly impossible sensation - that of the tendrils poking at your cervix, still trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm, and you can feel it grinding against them, yielding, and one by one you can sense the tendrils slipping inside. Soon, you can feel their touch deep within your belly as they impossibly intertwine inside of your womb. The tendrils seem to elongate, and you can feel more and more of them slip through, undulating against each other as they form an ever-expanding ball that rumbles queasily across your insides. The bizarre sensation is practically indescribable, as the tentacles seem to invade every part of your reproductive system, and all you can do is sit there limply, suspended by the tentacle tree, your tongue lolling and eyes fixed open, staring aimlessly as your body tries and fails to come to terms with what is happening to it. Every part of your pussy and womb is now fully engaged with the constantly shifting tentacles, and while the whole situation has quickly lost any notion of sexiness, the complete fullness has shoved away every last vestige of the heat-driven itch. You even realize, through it all, that you can feel a series of warm pinpricks pulsing inside high on your belly, the kind of feeling that sometimes comes when you're being mated, and indicates the onset of your fertility - only instead of a pinprick here and there from the raking of a feline cock, the warm pulses are coming rapidly, one after the other, and continue until they grow to a steady thrum that lasts for several minutes, and ends with your cervix convulsing around the mass of tentacles. They seem to interpret this as a signal to finish, and the insane sensations subside as the tentacles disengage themselves and begin to slip back out of your womb. Your cervix gives a final shudder as the last tendril slips back out, your whole pelvis going limp as the mass of the main tendril slips slowly out of it. The thing finally emerges, a stringy, glistening mass, and its attendant tendrils finally release your pussy lips as the whole messy thing retracts in front of you. You can feel your pussy lips return mostly to their normal positions, still stretched and gaping a bit, even as you notice several tendrils detach themselves from your body, freeing your breasts and uncoiling from around your waist, instead curling towards the main tendril. Small tendrils shoot forward from their penile tips, looking almost like serpentine tongues, and they begin to lap eagerly at the combined slimy mess of your tentacular mating coating the main tendril, even as you feel others approach to lap at your pussy and along your ass, soaking up your juices as they pour out profusely from your stretched hole. Somehow, perversely, the plant seems to be feeding on the product of your sex!\n\nAfter a few minutes, and a few additional shudders as the tongues play across your pussy lips, your crotch and the main tendril are both licked clean. You still feel stunned, though, your insides rumbling and squirming from the aftermath of the seemingly impossible penetration, your mind barely able to form coherent thoughts as it desperately tries to recover and make sense of the bizarre situation. The tentacles seem satisfied to refrain from molesting you further, though, and while the larger ones do not relinquish their suspending grip on your extremities, you are allowed enough of a respite to come down from the shocking experience. It still makes no sense, and you can't fathom what the tentacles could have possibly wanted so deep inside you - despite their eagerness, you are almost completely certain that however much breeding between species might be possible, such a possibility does not extend to a combination of plant and animal. And despite the insane sensations and the conscious humiliation the experience would bring were it not for the mitigation of heat, the encounter has done a good job of sating heat's itch, so much so that you realize your most prominent feeling is that of relaxation and relief.\n\nAs time stretches on, though, your relief turns to anxiety. While the tentacles have ceased bothering you, neither are they releasing you, which seems strange - usually, such a creature relinquished its prey once it had its way with them. While the tentacles are supporting you comfortably enough, you remain their prisoner, completely naked in their clutches with your legs spread wide and your dripping pussy exposed. The position in and of itself feels humiliating, the frustration of captivity becoming more so as the demands of your heat once again begin to mount.\n\nAfter a while, you see a shimmering in the corner of your vision, and you crane your head to see what is going on. Towards the side of the grove, a seemingly impenetrable stand of trees shimmers, revealing an extension of the path. You look on at the revealed path, which gently curves around, and as you look along it, you realize that it only travels a short distance before it intersects with another path. This path, though, looks like one of the main ones through the forest, well-maintained, and, you realize, heavily traveled. As you can clearly see the path from your vantage point, though, you realize that the tentacle tree is just as visible from the path itself - and that any passers-by will also have a clear view of your body on display, suspended and helpless, your legs wide and pussy clearly available, without any hope of resistance. A sense of dread forms in the pit of your stomach as you realize just what the plant has in store for you.\n\nOver the next several days, your fears are quickly confirmed: your predicament is clearly visible from the path, and while a few travelers simply gawk or tsk-tsk from the main path at the sight of you, many of them take a more hands-on approach. The plant, of course, helps to encourage them, flicking out a few thin tentacles whenever it senses anyone approaching, and playing them tantalizingly across your clit until you begin to twitch and moan involuntarily, projecting your horny state to any nearby travelers.\n\nA few, of course, are noble, chivalrously demanding that the plant release you, or taking a few tentative whacks at the tentacles holding you with knives or swords. Their attempts to secure your freedom, however, are largely unsuccessful, and they instead receive a thorough tentacles thwomping, a particularly burly tentacle occasionally grabbing them up by the waist and tossing them a considerable distance back into the forest. Most, however, are not quite so scrupulous, and take your exposed pussy and horny moans as an open invitation. A few of them make groping attempts at foreplay, but most of them simply tug down their trousers or loincloths and shove their burgeoning erections between your legs with little ceremony, spreading your half-stretched lips apart and fucking you roughly to the particular rhythms of their species. The humping alternates between pain and pleasure, the presence of a procession of strangers shoved up against your thighs distressing even as your body relishes in the relief such rough mating entails. While the tentacle tree is quite happy to broadcast your moans, whenever you try to scream at being suddenly and roughly mated, a tentacle quickly wraps itself around your open mouth and presses in, your tongue twitching away from the strange flavor of its slimy coating, your cries muted as whatever stranger in front of you continues their merciless thrusts. Since your body is adapted for the rigors of feline mating, though, even when the mating is rough and sudden, the combination of your body's resilient neural adaptation and the constant residual moisture of heat means that at some point, most of the matings turn eventually to pleasure, and many of the matings end with your pussy clenched warmly around their cock, shuddering in orgasm even as they thrust in deep and spurt their cum inside you. After each mating, the plant licks away the products of your sex as they drip steadily from your continually stretched pussy, cleaning and subtly preparing you for the next stranger to spot you along the path.\n\nWhile almost all of the travelers that approach you are male, midway through you are approached by a bunny girl, wearing the traditional underwear-style clothes of an animal villager, and while she is generally thin overall, she nevertheless has reasonably ample breasts and nicely rounded hips. She seems more puzzled than anything else, venturing over to ask what you are doing, and why. As she does, you can feel the tentacles shifting you around, so that you are facing more to the side, and it quickly becomes obvious why: for some reason, the tree is giving you a front-row seat to watch as it plays with its new victim! You realize that you probably should have been screaming a warning even before she approached, and you try to quickly warn her off now, but she is well within the grasp of the tree and your warning comes far too late. Restrained, you listen to her shriek as the tentacles whip out to grab her, and you have no choice but to watch her quickly succumb to the tentacle tree's strength and end up similarly restrained. You wonder if you should try to reassure her - if any reassurance can be found in this situation - but you ultimately can't think of anything useful to say, watching in silence as the tentacles rip off her underwear and proceed to steadily have their way with her. You realize, as she squirms and her cute pink pussy twitches on display, that you are quickly finding the whole scene strangely erotic, and by the time she lets out a delightful squeal as the main tendril enters her, your pussy is ready and eagerly dripping. A few tentacles twitch idly over and begin playing across your crotch and clit, making use of your obvious arousal, and you find yourself rapidly approaching orgasm even as the bunny girl's eyes go wide and legs go limp, your thighs twitching and pussy spasming while the bunny girl's belly bulges outward from the press of tentacles, a sight that you apparently now find to be compellingly erotic. You relax from the orgasm as the tentacles retreat, and the blissful look on your face earns you a troubled and somewhat accusatory look from her. Neither of you can think of anything to say, and a part of you feels rather guilty for allowing her to become similarly trapped. Nevertheless, the two of you share in the predicament, and you sit restrained, side by side, as various men attend to you both. You often find yourself watching her in the throes of mating, puzzled by the fact that you find it erotic, although group mating is hardly alien to your species - still, the encounters are practically tantamount to rape, and your level of discomfort grows with your level of arousal.\n\nFinally, around the same time that your heat ends, the tree finally sees fit to release the grasp of its tentacles from around your body, apparently satisfied with the entertainment and sustenance that you have provided. You collapse to the ground, sore and exhausted from your ordeal, your muscles cramped and weak from your unusual comfinement. Every part of you aches, and your insides still feel intensely weird, but at least you are free. You glance back at the bunny girl, still engaged in the tree's clutches, and her eyes mutely plead with you - she tries to speak, but a tentacle wraps around her mouth. You consider trying to do something, anything, to free her, but you also know that you can barely stand, let alone fight, and even if you could, your weapons and clothing are long gone. You finally stammer an apology and stagger away from the grove, your tail dragging along the ground in shame… although, as you walk down the path and notice the looks of the other travelers, you wrap it tightly between your legs instead, crossing your arms in front of your breasts in a desperate attempt at modesty.\n\nThe path is clearly marked, and you eventually make it back to your village. On your way back, you encounter a ranger patrolling the path, and you at least make an effort to tell him about the tree and the girl that is still trapped there. He promises to investigate, and while you doubt he can do much about the situation (if, in fact, the path to the tree hasn't magically gone off elsewhere), passing along the information at least helps to assuage your guilt.\n\nYou finally make it back to your house and collapse into bed, exhausted. The heat and the constant feel of the tentacles against your body made sleep during your ordeal difficult, and you compensate by sleeping through most of the next day, followed by a lengthy bath in a nearby stream to purge the residual slime from your fur. You spend the next few days recovering, and then head out with new equipment on a quixotic quest to find the tree and free its captive. Try as you might, though, scouring along paths well-traveled and obscure, the magic path leading to the plant is gone, and you are unable to find the slightest trace of its presence.\n\nAs the days go by, though, and your belly begins to swell, you realize that as a result of the ordeal, you have become pregnant! You can't really figure out how, though, as despite being mated (or more accurately raped) by a large variety of men, you can't recall any of them being even close to feline. The pregnancy is real, though, and proceeds over its natural course, keeping you largely restricted to your house for months. The others in the village help out, though, and soon you give birth to a sizable and surprising litter of half-breeds: while all have some feline traits, many of them also show canine, vulpine, ursine, or even, bizarrely enough, reptilian features. Whatever the tentacles did inside you, not only did they induce ovulation and make you fertile, they somehow made your eggs capable of being fertilized by just about anyone!\n\nThe villagers, while puzzled, nevertheless accept your unusual collection of children, and begin to raise them communally as is the standard feline tradition. As for you, you eventually return to your regular life, but occasionally before you go to sleep you'll see the face of the hapless bunny girl, and feel a twinge of sadness at her uncertain fate, and your failure to prevent it. You also make an effort to spend your subsequent heats within the confines of your own village, as you somehow feel that your expanded fertility is now a permanent fixture of your sexual capability… and if fertility is almost guaranteed either way, you reason that it makes more sense to bear your own kind, instead of risking an unusual mating that results in the birth of something truly terrifying…\n\nTHE END\n\nOr…\n\n[[Watch your children steadily grow]]

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, you charge at him, snarling. He is momentarily taken aback, freezing in place as you close in on him, knocking him to the ground and jumping on top of him, intending in your sudden anger to pin him to the ground and wrap your hands around his impertinent throat, perhaps letting him feel a claw or two against his veins for good measure. In the heat of the moment, it seems like a good plan overall, but in your haste you don't quite land where you're supposed to - instead of straddling his chest, you land primarily on his hips, and suddenly the tip of his fully erect cock is trying to push your underwear inside of you along with it. It doesn't get very far, but you shudder at the impact, your senses momentarily overwhelmed, and you freeze in place too... only to notice the juxtaposition a moment later, the feeling of him pressing against you, and your juices pour out around your panties to soak him as your anger is quickly dampened by the instinctual lust that rolls through you. Instead of throttling him, you let out a sensual purr and lean gently down against his body, pressing yourself against him as your hips continue to press yourself against his cock, rubbing and squirming as they try to force you together. The man beneath you is apparently cringing slightly, as the impact must have painfully jarred his erection, but upon noticing your reaction he quickly recovers from his pained surprise and returns the embrace, then uses it to gently roll you over back onto the ground. As the lust overtakes you, you let his hands guide you onto your stomach and raise your hips into the air, your tail twitching hypnotically back and forth above you as you wait for his cock to return and enter you properly this time.\n\n[[Get mounted]]

You enter the kitchen and set a pan atop the magically stoked flames in the fire pit, warming up a slab of cured meat until it begins to sizzle in its own fat. You are more of a carnivore than other species, and so you forgo the traditional slabs of bread that might surround it and simply flop the meat onto a platter, extending your claws to grab the still-hot meat and rip chunks out of it with your sharp teeth. Your teeth are highly efficient at taking on any type of meat, even live prey; as a result, only someone incredibly brave or incredibly stupid would dare to ask you for a blowjob! To compensate, though, you know that you can give a very nice tongue bath, your long, slightly raspy tongue gliding along a nice, firm pole, your saliva leaving it glistening as it stands at attention, ready to plunge into your eager folds as you moan in ecstacy...\n\nYou shake your head violently, trying to clear the thought from your head, even as you feel a twitch from between your legs. Heat, you know, can affect the mind as it does the body, and unless you concentrate it will be easy for your mind to drift back to thoughts of an amorous, or at least starkly lustful, nature.\n\nYou finish your meat, enjoying how it resists just enough as your teeth tear into it, a flavorful blend of salt, spices, and delectable protein. While your species is technically capable of being omnivorous, during heat especially you can't seem to help but crave meat, and lots of it, when it starts. As it progresses, your body will happily forget about eating in favor of... other pursuits, so it's only natural to load up on as much energy as you can now. In fact, you still feel almost as hungry as you did when you started, so you toss on a couple more slabs and dig into them vigorously as you contemplate what you want to do.\n\nYou could always stay home and try to wait it out, frustrating though that might be, and hope that no one notices your condition; the trouble is, even if you can somehow resist the heat, there's a good chance you'll run out of food in the house before then, and have to go out shopping when your heat is fully primed... and you know how that will turn out. On the other hand, you could get dressed and head out, although you know that when you're in heat, doing just about anything at all has the distinct possibility of leading to a cock being buried deep inside you, a situation that parts of you at least are already happily anticipating. \n\n[[Stay in]]\n\n[[Head out]]

You decide to walk along the dilapidated, less-traveled path, in the hopes that it will be less frequented by any of your kind. It's still a decent path, though, although you occasionally have to dodge around bits of foliage overgrowing the somewhat narrow path. The path itself, though, is still well-packed dirt, and winds its way through the forest even as the trees become more dense, seeming to squeeze in along the path to either side.\n\nAs you walk along, though, you hear a shuffling noise from behind one of the trees up ahead. Not quite sure what the noise signifies, your hunting instincts nonetheless kick in, and your hand falls to the hilt of your hunting knife as you slow your pace, a moment before there's a blur of motion from behind the tree as a figure jumps into the center of the path.\n\nYou quickly realize that, in fact, the figure is an anthropomorph, like yourself. This one, however, is patterned more after a mouse, covered in grey fur with a naked pink tail. You can see from the slightly hardened facial features that the figure is a man, albeit a young one - still, given that he is perhaps half a head shorter than you, you can't help but find him at least sort of cute. The cuteness, however, ends at the tip of the rust-tinged sword he is attempting to keep aloft and pointed at you. You realize that he is some sort of bandit or highwayman, albeit not a hugely successful one, given his beat-up leather vest and ill-fitting linen trousers. \n\nHe's certainly a novice at his selected trade, as he seems barely strong enough to swing his sword - well, that and the fact that he seems to actually be far more afraid of you than you are of him. Some of it, of course, could be genetic, as mice have a natural inborn fear of cats, and even in an evolved form some residual instincts still linger. Beyond that, though, you are obviously a hunter, and you find that your own knife is in your hand as an automatic response to the threat, and your own hands do not waver at all as you hold your weapon in a skilled grip. \n\nThe mouse appears to be frozen in place by your gaze, whatever color in his face quickly draining beneath his fur, and as he stands there trembling and trying to stammer out something, you realize that he's not even really a threat. You feel vaguely annoyed and angry at his inept attempt to rob you, although your heat and the strong emotions it can bring are threatening to balloon those feelings into a full-blown rage, and the hand with your knife feels ready to take action; that being said, though, a feeling just a bit lower down reminds you that the figure in front of you is also a man, one whose pants are already beginning to tent with a subconscious desire that even his fear cannot quell, which means that there are many more… helpful actions you could take.\n\n[[Kill the mouse]]\n\n[[*Kill* the mouse]]\n\n[[Play a game of cat and mouse]]\n

You decide that, when you get right down to it, you don't really feel like being bred right now, as wonderful as you're sure it would feel in your current state. While heat is something you can't help as a feline woman, it doesn't mean you have to give into it, either. As much as part of you wants to just give into instinct, walk out your door and present yourself to the world for mating, there's also something thrilling about going into the forest, taking on your own heat along with everything else out there, and doing something more useful than simply getting on all fours and mostly staying there for the better part of a week. So, despite the flutter of trepidation across your chest at the thought, and the tingling within that is steadily becoming harder to ignore, you prepare for a hunt.\n\nAtop your current clothes, you don something like a leather bikini on top of your current garment, using the attached leather strips to tie it up on the sides and around your tail. It puts more pressure on your crotch and its presence is impossible to ignore, but it provides some protection without restricting your movement. It is matched with a leather vest, two formed pieces that tie in place down the sides, the leather carefully molded in front to contain your breasts and hold them in place while hunting. Of course, it was designed for breasts that were not swollen by heat, and so the leather is more snug than it usually is, leading you to gasp at the pressure and loosen the ties to relieve it. The garment now bulges out, revealing ample cleavage, but is at least bearable. To finish off the set, you tie on leather guards that protect the front of your calves and arms, and a belt with a sheath on it that contains your hunting knife. A short, supple bow and a quiver of arrows go across your back, the strap securing them running between your breasts and a firm presence on the exposed part of your furred chest. Your belt also contains a small pack, and you pack along some water and cured meat for the trip.\n\nFully prepared, you secure your house and head down the path that leads in front of it, but away from the village and towards the lush greenery of the nearby forest.\n\n[[Enter the forest]]

Beating the Heat: The Multipath Story (v0.2)

You briefly contemplate the action taking place to either side of you, but by now the itch of heat is settling into an sense of incessant, desperate need, and all you can think about is the tantalizing, tingling feeling spreading through your pussy, and how much your body is aching to be filled. Your instincts are begging to be unleashed, and the path of least resistance is to simply step forward and join the writhing throng in front of you. Every step is an exercise in tantalizing agony, and you are grateful as some of the unoccupied males step aside to make way, providing a narrow aisle that leads to a small spot on the floor directly between two other women, their bodies rocking gently in the traditional feline mating position, as two lithe young men nuzzle at their necks as they mount them. You take a few more steps and eagerly crouch down between them, transitioning to all fours and letting your instincts take over. Your body easily knows what to do next, as you crawl forward slightly and seem to go into a long, luxurious stretch, your arms stretching out along the ground in front of you and your head tucked low, even as your flexible spine allows your back to arch tightly, jutting your hips up and thrusting your ass into the air, as your legs stretch back and splay outward slightly until your weight rests lightly on your knees. The stretching motion rolls along your spine and extends into your tail, which naturally curls upward and around to rest the tip gently between your shoulder blades. The stretching motion sends a delightful wave of pleasure sizzling through your body, and you feel your hips jut involuntarily, humping backwards a few times before they settle back into place at just the right angle. You let out a gentle purr, wiggling your ass slightly back and forth, your instincts taking over as your body naturally maintains the traditional feline presentation, your readiness obvious to any male nearby. The nearby couples are so close that you can feel their fur brushing gently against yours in a steady rhythm, and you listen to their yowls and moans of delight, taking in the pleasure of the aroused and flushed faces next to you, and knowing that you will shortly be joining in with their cries of ecstacy - even as the thought enters your mind, you can feel a pair of strong male hands plant themselves on your hips, and the wonder warmth of a feline cock nestling against your folds. You let out a deep, purring, satisfied moan as your pussy lips quickly yield around him and your body takes him inside, relishing the feeling of your inner walls stretching around him as he fills you comfortably.\n\nHe pulls back a moment later, though, and a stinging sensation stabs through your abdomen as his barbs rake against your passage, causing you to let out a yowl of pain. Your body, awash with instincts and emotions, suddenly flashes with anger at the sudden pain, and your upper body begins to twist around, a snarl flashing across your muzzle. Before you can move very much, though, a hand lands against your shoulder, pinning it down. A moment later, you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, and the gentle pinpricks of his teeth as they nip at the fur between your shoulder and neck. The sensation sends an odd nervous shiver down your spine and along your body, and you feel your arms moving back down, your limbs strangely limp. They have enough strength to move you back into the right position, though, and your yowling rapidly drops in pitch and shifts over to a satisfied purr as he thrusts back in, the warmth of his cock soothing any lingering pain as he hugs himself close to you, his body draped over yours as his muzzle releases and instead nuzzles at your neck. You respond by snuggling into his embrace, happy again, weathering the first tumultuous swing between pleasure and pain that is often the price of feline mating.\n\nAs you tilt your head to nuzzle against your partner, you get a clear view of the couple next to you. The woman is slightly younger than you, with pale fur, and it takes you a moment to recognize her as someone you occasionally trade with in the market square - of course, during your transactions, she didn't usually have a look of intense arousal on her face, and she certainly wasn't letting out an almost continual moan, which rises delightfully in pitch with each thrust. The man above her is panting heavily, the jet black fur on his muscular shoulders rippling alluringly with each thrust. The woman notices you watching her, a notion that seems to turn her on even further, and she closes her eyes as her body rocks under her partner, her moans increasing in volume as their rhythm accelerates.\n\nYour own partner, sensing the tension from the first time he pulled out, has stayed put for longer than usual, allowing your body to grow accustomed to his presence. Your body is well-prepared for it, though, and soon you can feel your hips thrusting back against him, the pain all but forgotten as it desires more direct action. In response, he pulls back again, but not quite as far, only moving his hips back as he holds tight to his embrace. There is still a bit of pain, but instead of being sharp, the feeling has a dull, almost icy edge, a feeling that takes with it just a hint of excitement before he plunges back in. The transition continues as the rhythm of your mating picks up speed, the pain fading away and soon disappearing altogether, replaced by a shivering sensation that sends erotic sparks spreading down across your lips and along your mound, making every touch against them more sensitive, and whenever his thrusting manages to rub against your clit, you feel your pussy clench around him in response, the pleasurable feelings building in volume with each thrust, and soon you are yowling nonstop as your body pulses against him, your entire body rippling and writhing as an intense orgasm shudders through it. Somewhere in the midst of it all, as your claws scratch at the flooring and your hips thrusting madly back on their own, you feel him slam against you, your thighs rippling with the impact, even as you feel his tip nestle in deep inside you, pulsing out jets of warmth that send another crest of feeling shuddering through you, bringing you to another climax even before the first has fully abated. Any last semblance of civilization fades from your mind as you yowl like an animal, writhing beneath him as your insides clutch and pulse around him, milking out every last drop. Your body gives a final shudder as he pulls out, suddenly feeling almost disappointingly empty, and the man gives your neck one final nuzzle before releasing his embrace and pulling himself off from on top of you. \n\nYou relax back onto the floor, your back arching even more as your breasts press down against the cushioned flooring, your whole upper body stretched out even as your ass remains up in the air. You can feel your pussy still twitching rhythmically, your body still recovering from its first mating of the heat. However, in the midst of the pile, your condition does not go unnoticed for long. Before your body can even relax from the orgasmic contractions that continue to roll through your insides, another cock pushes in past your unresisting pussy lips, and you are quickly engaged in another mating, your body peaking again after only a few thrusts, your new partner taking the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as a sign to go faster. By the time his cum pulses into you, you have climaxed twice more, and as soon as he clambers off, another takes his place. You realize for a moment that you were so carried away by the unrelenting mating that you never even saw his face, and can't even recall the color of his fur, but the thought quickly fades as your body reacts pleasantly to your new partner, the conscious part of your mind quickly lost in a turbulent sea of pleasure, your body reacting automatically as it is mated nonstop, your climaxes rolling together until it feels like you are cumming nonstop, intense pleasure and sensation the only thing your mind is able to perceive as even the concept of time begins to seem fluid and unimportant.\n\nThe continual mating finally stops when a last, intense coupling causes your whole body to tense as the man pulls out, an intense contraction tensing your insides. It almost feels as though something shoots out from your pussy, and then your legs tremble, your thighs practically vibrating before giving way as you legs fall back, leaving you prone on your belly as your body shivers and pulses for what seems like ages before the orgasm finally subsides. You lay, there, completely spent, your pussy aching slightly from its ordeal, even as you feel the combined fluids of dozens of matings dripping out from between your legs to puddle on the floor. Sensing that you are well-sated, the men around leave you alone, and you are content to roll over onto your back and rest, your tongue lolling and breasts heaving with each breath as your body tries to relax and recuperate from what it has just been through. You feel slightly disappointed that the nonstop pleasure has faded, but even though it has gone, it has taken the itch and desperate need of heat with it, at least for now. Instead, you are content to relax, heady with the combines scent of multiple men permeating your fur, relaxing in the eye of the intense storm of raw, animalistic passion that writhes and yowls around you.\n\nEven after what you've just been through, your body is hardly done with heat, not by a long shot. Soon, watching all of the women being mated around you becomes intensely erotic, and each moan and shudder you take in causes the itch to build again, your mound flushing again with arousal and anticipation. Before you can even consciously think it, your body is rolling back over. Soon you are on all fours, settling back down into the mating position, and before you can even get all the way into it, your body receives a helping hand as someone pulls your hips upward, a delightful purring sensation building in your chest as your pussy lips stretch around a comfortably thick cock, another intense session of mating beginning anew.\n\nNight has long since fallen by the time your fourth session completes, your trembling body dropping exhaustedly to the floor as several spent men collapse around you. Most of the other participants in the orgiastic pile have already given up and are curled up next to each other, sleeping soundly. A half-dozen men dazedly cluster around you, and you snuggle into their combined embrace, the product of your mating with them still flowing copiously from your well-stretched, very satisfied pussy even as you drift off to sleep in their arms, and knowing that despite its impressive performance today, your body will be fully aroused and ready for even more tomorrow.\n\n[[Enjoy the rest of your heat]]

You consider walking on, but the strange desire gets ahold of you, and finally you give in to its pull. It is an easy thing to do, and you feel relaxed now that you no longer need to fight it - well, that and more than a little aroused, knowing the sight you are returning to.\n\nIn only a few moments you find yourself back in the cave, basking in the alluring red glow, as the desire to enter the portal plants itself front and center in your mind, followed closely by your own latent desire in the presence of the demihuman demons' undeniable maleness. You know that there's no going back now - you're not leaving the cave until one of your desires is satisfied.\n\n[[Enter the portal]]\n\n[[Try to seduce one of the demons]]

You continue walking along the riverbed, looking for any interesting diversions. Aside from the occasional fish scales glinting in the bright sunlight, though, and the odd bird flying overhead, you don't encounter anything particularly interesting. Every once in a while, you scan the sky for any sign of the dragon you met before, but aside from a few wispy clouds, there is nothing to be seen but a wide expanse of blue.\n\nYou take a few arrows and try launching them at a couple of promising-looking fish, but fail to land any hits, and you're not particularly keen on wandering into the water to try grabbing them directly. Instead, you keep walking on, the sun slowly tracking lower across the sky as you keep your eye out for anything interesting to explore.\n\nUnfortunately, you don't come across much of anything, and the stream bed is apparently remote enough that you don't encounter anyone else walking along it. Under any other circumstances, you know, this would be a delightful hike, admiring the stream sparkling as it flows gently by, taking in the bright green foliage of the trees and enjoying the feeling of the sun gently warm against your fur. Given your current state, though, you have a hard time noticing the beauty around you, as your walk is quickly beginning to become an exercise in frustration: your heat is slowly but surely manifesting into a throbbing ache in your belly, at the same time swelling your nipples and causing them to rub aggravatingly against the confines of your bra as you walk. If that isn't aggravating enough, as you continue on, the ache in your belly begins to sink, an odd heaviness forming in your pelvis as a tingling begins in your abdomen, an itch that becomes steadily more aggravating as it spreads downward. You hike on nonetheless, but you know that you're in the middle of nowhere, and your sense of desperation is quickly building. You begin to seriously regret not staying with the women cavorting in the river a ways back, as surely whatever they could do would be preferable to this! In fact, you even turn around and begin to walk back the way you came, but by now the itch is spreading, and your panties are becoming uncomfortably tight against your swollen mound, the fabric's slight movement with each step becoming progressively more tantalizing as the sensitivity of your pussy increases. It's a frustrating sort of feeling, irritating and arousing without ever becoming truly pleasurable, and your gait becomes more unsteady as your hips squirm and try to get comfortable. \n\nYou can feel your progress slowing, and you know that your chances of returning to the women are slim. It feels like the entire inside part of your pussy is filled with a tingling, aching itch, one that you have no way of scratching. The feeling is driving you crazy, and you are finally forced to stop, your thighs pressing together and your hips squirming nonstop, trying to find relief from the arousing sensations, but as none is apparent, your frustration only continues to build. You cast about for something, anything, to satiate you, but there is nothing obvious. Finally, you yowl in frustration, settling onto your butt in front of a large tree. Leaning back against it, you undo the tail-tie on your bikini and shove it and your panties quickly down your legs, leaving them tangled around your knees with the wet spot on the crotch clearly visible and pungent with the scent of your heat. You know that if there had been any men around at all, they would instead be absolutely soaked, but if that was the case, one of them would already be sating your heat right about now. \n\nNo one seems to be around, though, and the feeling is driving you absolutely crazy. Any pretense of masturbatory foreplay is quickly swept aside, and you waste no time jamming both of your hands between your legs, one hand rubbing roughly and frantically at your pussy lips before using the other to jam a few fingers inside, curling them to press firmly against the flesh. You masturbate furiously for several minutes, your insanely arousing touch causing your hips to squirm as the sensation feels so overwhelming that you can barely even stand it, your motions generating the occasional spark of pleasure, but it is nowhere near enough to push you over the edge. You even extend your claws inside you and rake them across the part of your inner wall just inside you, trying to mimic the scratching feeling of feline barbs, but all you manage to do is make yourself yowl in pain. Even if the sensation is similar, the feeling isn't deep enough, the raking strokes too short to be satisfying. The part of you inside where the feeling is most agonizingly intense is the part that you just can't reach, and external stimulation isn't nearly enough.\n\nIn desperation, you pull yourself to your feet, leaning your weight against the tree and spreading your feet out to the side, letting your hips rock themselves into a mounting position and waving your ass in the air, hoping that the sight and smell of your exposed pussy will lure in someone, anyone, to mount you and relieve your heat. No one arrives, though, and you are soon back in your original position, masturbating furiously and futilely while your aroused yowls ring out across the empty forest. \n\nYou fear that the feeling has driven you completely insane when, after another few futile minutes, you look up to see an unusual sight: a small, blue-hued creature seeming to hover before you. Her entire body is only slightly larger than your head, and her cute face looks back at you with intense, sapphire eyes. Her skin almost seems translucent, glowing faintly from some unseen light source within, and her insectlike wings beat so fast that you can barely make them out between motions, keeping her hovering over you a few feet in the air. She seems to be wearing some sort of dress, made of a darker blue fabric, but the clothing is tight against her torso, and when you look at the borders it is difficult to see where the dress ends and her skin begins. She doesn't change into anything unusual or monstrous as you watch, though, and even through the desperate feelings overwhelming you, the bit of your conscious mind still focusing realizes that she must be real: probably some sort of faerie, sylph, or other fae folk that occupy remote areas of the forest. Noticing that your gaze is finally upon her, her face brightens with the vaguely mischievous grin that is common in their kind. She flits closer, stopping a few inches from your heavily aroused face, and in a high, chiming voice asks if there are any wishes that you'd like to come true. \n\nYou know that faeries and wishes often go hand in hand, with many of them having powerful enough magic to make at least the majority of more common wishes come true. You also know, of course, that faeries and wishes often have other sorts of relationships, usually the ones involving unintended consequences, but that isn't something you're spending a lot of time thinking about at the moment. You are desperate enough that there is only a single possible wish on your mind, and one that you immediately blurt out amidst panting breaths: you want to come.\n\nThe faerie giggles at your outburst, only now apparently noticing your splayed legs and desperately swollen pussy, but after a moment composes herself (well, as much as a fae can) and happily accepts your request. She waves a petite hand, and a blue, candy-striped wand appears within it, tipped with a blue star dotted with metallic sparkles. She glances at it, and it begins to glow with ethereal energy. Then she flits lower, and you watch as she darts down between your legs, swings the wand through the air, and bops the flat star shape firmly across your sensitive mound.\n\nYou yelp at the sudden impact, the sensation making your hips squirm, but you notice that the glow seems to trail off as the wand pulls back, spreading across your pussy and flickering small tendrils of light that ease back your hood and start circling in around your clit, while others gently tug at your pussy lips and slide in between them.\n\nIt only takes a few moments before the tenor of your arousal abruptly shifts. New sensations quickly begin to flow through you: inside your pussy, what feel like dozens upon dozens of barbs seem to rake across every inch of your sensitive walls, not rough enough to scratch, but just enough pressure to stimulate them completely. Meanwhile, a curious tingling sensation envelops your clit, quickly growing in intensity, until it feels like a thousand miniature tongues are lapping across it with just the right pressure. The sensations are amazing, and you can only take a few seconds of them before they drive you absolutely wild. This time, though, instead of being impossible frustrating, the feelings send a series of quick shivers through you, your muscles tensing and your inner walls tensing as your body builds up to a sudden, intense orgasm. Your back arches and your entire body seems to freeze as the initial shock of sensation sparks through you, washing across your brain in a wave of pure ecstasy as your pelvis tenses and vibrates wonderfully as the sensations run up and down your spine. You relax back against the tree, your thighs pulling together and your toes curling as something contracts and pulses deep inside, the contractions rolling in waves down your pussy until you feel your outer lips twitching rhythmically, each contraction bringing with it a wave of satiated relaxation. Once the last few twitches subside and your body sinks all the way back against the tree trunk, you feel completely relieved, the desperation of heat seeming like a distant memory as the tension disappears and you feel completely at peace. \n\nThe faerie takes in the look of dazed happiness on your face, and you realize that she was watching your entire orgasmic display. She giggles again, darts in to give you a quick, light kiss on your nose, then hovers back over the river while waving her wand with a practiced flourish. There is a brief flash of light, followed by a shower of bright sparks that quickly fall and extinguish themselves in the water, after which you realize that the faerie has completely disappeared.\n\nMomentarily tired from the intensity of the release, you close your eyes and take a moment to rest against the tree. When you open them again, the sun is even lower in the sky, and you realize that you should probably find someplace less remote to spend the night. You pull your panties and bikini back on, your clit throbbing momentarily as the soft fabric rubs against it - apparently, the encounter has still left you a bit sensitive, but now that your heat is relieved, you doubt it will be that much of a problem.\n\nDoubting that you will make it back to where the women were before nightfall, you continue forward again, walking along the river. This time, though, when you glance over towards the trees, you notice a faint path running between them: one with a wooden marker on it. You can't quite see what it says, but the arrow points down the path, and with any luck it might lead towards some sort of civilization.\n\nAs you walk along the path, it steadily widens, and soon looks fairly respectable. It continues on, you hope for not too much longer, as you can already feel the sense of heat coming steadily back. Once again, you are becoming very aware of you panties pressing up against your swollen pussy, and with each step the feeling becomes more and more arousing. Unlike before, though, instead of feeling squirmingly uncomfortable, the slight shifting of the fabric between your legs is quite pleasant, each step bringing with it a short, pleasant rub against your clit. The feeling builds, and soon your gait becomes unsteady again; this time, though, because each step soon causes your pussy to twitch as a shiver of pleasure darts through you. With each step, the sensation becomes more intense, until is becomes too intense to take, and you practically fall against a tree as your pussy clenches through the first throes of orgasm, letting out a shuddering moan against the tree trunk as your hips jut and thrust rhythmically behind you, your arms somehow holding you up as your knees wobble in the aftermath. For at least a minute you lean against the tree, your body thrusting happily until the orgasm subsides. It leaves you once again out of breath, and you collapse back down to rest, pulling off your bikini and panties until your throbbing mound has a chance to relax. \n\nYou glance back down at yourself for a moment, watching as the redness slowly fades from your heated pussy, with the exception of your engorged button on full display. The little hood of flesh at the top of your pussy lips that usually wraps around it has for some reason pulled all the way back, its ridges barely noticeable around the tiny pink hemisphere. You wait for them to return as your pussy relaxes, but they don't seem to do so - finally, once you feel fully relaxed again, you shrug and pull your clothing back on, intent on making more progress before the sun sets. \n\nThis time, though, your clit nestles happily against the fabric rubbing against it, beginning to throb with pleasure after only a few steps. A few steps more and you are stumbling again, your hips squirming and thrusting unpredictably, and not long after that you find yourself slumped against a tree once more, your moans of ecstasy reverberating through the forest as your body shudders happily through another intense orgasm. Panting as you recover again, you wobble to your feet and try to move forward, but the very first step sends a shockwave of pleasure through you. You only make it a paltry dozen steps this time before your legs give way as they tense and vibrate, your body rolling over the edge into another climax even as you tumble forward into the middle of the dirt path, your butt in the air and your pussy throbbing pleasantly as another wave of pleasure pulses through you. Despite the orgasms, however, your arousal seems as high as it's ever been, and your body is becoming even more sensitive - just the slight shifting of your panties as you try to pull yourself up onto all fours feels like the most sensuous, intense touch possible between your legs, and your body quickly reverts to its original position as your hips thrust back through the second climax in as many minutes.\n\nAs you are once again reduced to panting, you realize that your arousal is making you so sensitive that wearing your panties at all is too much stimulation. When you have recovered, you reach over gingerly, careful not to shift your hips at all as you loosen the ties and tug the bikini and panties out from between your legs. You manage to get to your feet, but with your underwear hanging around your thighs, it's not exactly easy to move. You instead let them drop down around your ankles, then rolling them up and using the ties to secure them to the arrows slung over your back. After taking a moment to ensure that you are steady on your feet, you set off again, a bit faster now - the sun is now considerably lower in the sky, and running around bottomless makes you an attractive target for anything lurking in the woods. You'd like to at least get somewhere reasonably safe if you can, and maybe find some loser-fitting clothing. You can't remember ever feeling this sensitive during heat before, but if you can just get back to civilization of some sort, you're sure that you can figure out what's going on.\n\nYour body, however, seems to have other ideas. Your entire mound now seems to feel hypersensitive, reacting as the fur on your thighs brushes against its periphery, meaning that even naked from the waist down you begin to stumble from the soft stroking sensation every few steps. On top of that, you realize, the hood that normally encircles your clit is beginning to expand again, the exquisitely soft ridge of flesh arching back up, but the button is so enflamed that you can feel the skin pulling taut around it. As you move, the two rub together - the actual motion between them is so miniscule that on any normal day you wouldn't even notice it at all, but between the added tension-induced friction and your clit's hypersensitivity, the sensation instead feels like your clit is being caressed by the world's softest tongue. The next step elicits an intense, erotic moan, and you stumble forward a couple more before your thighs tense and press together, the soft fur rubbing against your mound more than enough impetus to send you again over the edge.\n\nYou collapse into a pile of soft loam just to the side of the path, sinking forward on trembling, nerveless limbs as another orgasm surges through you. Even as your pussy pulses through another series of contractions, you realize that at the very end of each one your outer lips twitch around your opening - and every time they do, the downward tug not only rubs the lips against something sensitive just underneath them, but also tug on the hood and pull it back down against your clit. Even as the contractions continue, new waves of arousal spark through you, and the tail end of your orgasm is interrupted by an intense spasm, a new wave of impossible pleasure tingling through you as you climax again. Of course, the new orgasmic contractions have the same effect on your hypersensitive pussy, and the contractions are quickly followed on by another climax, then another, and another…\n\nAs your conscious mind quickly becomes overwhelmed with unending waves of pleasure, you have just a moment to flash on the wish you made with the faerie, and how such wishes always have consequences. She granted your wish, all right - you wanted to come, and now you are: again and again and again, indefinitely, your body somehow reconfigured to become caught in a loop of endless arousal and climax. As a woman, especially a woman in heat, there is no upper limit on how much you can come, as your body is quickly proving. \n\nYou lie prone on your stomach, your extremities twitching helplessly as your body is effectively paralyzed by the constant orgasms, your hips tensing and thrusting constantly as the contractions roll through your pussy in a pleasant, steady rhythm. Your entire body feels intensely warm, and your awareness of the world around you fades as the constant waves of pleasure drive away all conscious thought and disconnect you from reality, leaving you awash in a spectral lake of unending bliss. Eventually, even some of the intensity fades as your body wearies from the constant exertion, but the orgasms continue unabated. Exhausted, you begin to drift in and out of consciousness, your sense of time completely disappearing into your orgasmic haze. You lay there for hours, days, years, the only constants being the pleasure that flows through the times you are dazedly half-awake and the unending eroticism that haunts your confused dreams in between, and the constant rhythm of the pleasurable contractions between your legs. Occasionally, you can sense the vaguest sensation of an exterior presence, the feeling of a touch or pressure against your fur, and sometimes it feels like your pussy is using its steady contractions to pulse and milk around a variety of different cocks, but in your current state it is impossible to tell if such sensations are real or merely part of a dream.\n\nAt some point in time, you're not entirely sure when, your pussy shudders through one long final spasm before relaxing back down against the soil, and your exhausted body and mind only notes the ebbing of pleasure momentarily before your consciousness fades and you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.\n\nWhen you finally wake up, you find yourself still splayed out on the soft loam by the side of the trail, completely naked, your fur specked with dirt and… other things, and your pussy feeling sore and used. At least, as you pull yourself up into a sitting position, all of the sensitivity seems to have faded, along with your heat. Looking over at where you were lying, you can still see an expansive wet, slimy spot just below where your crotch was humping, still reeking with the scent of your juices intermixed with the scent of several different types of cum. Apparently, what you had felt was more reality than dream, and several people who had stumbled across your orgasmic form were more than happy enough to take advantage of it. Apparently, some of them felt guilty enough about it to leave some compensation - underneath where your chest was, people have tucked a number of coins in various denominations, several of them even gold, and some of them left more… personal gifts. There are a couple of random pairs of cloth pants tossed haphazardly in a nearby tree, and behind another tree, you find a box hidden away from thieving eyes and probably intended for you to find. Inside you find a full set of undergarments - panties, bra, and stockings, all made from finely woven cloth and dyed a vibrant pink, probably by magic, the seams stitched and edged with gold thread. Also in the box is a notecard, unsigned, extolling your adorable body and eagerly insatiable manner. You consider abandoning the box, as it seems vaguely creepy, but when you notice that both the errant pants and what's left of your original clothes are heavily crusted with various fluids, you decide you might as well give it a try. As perverted as the gift-giver might have been, he was at least apparently a good tailor; all of the clothes are perfectly fitted to your body, and the fabric is comfortable against your fur - luckily, there is no hint of the hypersensitivity from earlier. While the clothes leave you looking rather gaudily dressed, and not particularly well-equipped for being out in the wilderness, at least you are clothed again. You gather up the hunting gear you can find, discarding your original clothing, and begin to make your way back home. The path you are on eventually intersects with another, which then intersects with one of the main paths into your village - while your vibrant clothing earns you the odd questioning look from passing travelers, your journey home is generally uneventful, and you are pleased to find out over the next few days that none of your half-remembered encounters have left you pregnant.\n\nYou start to settle back into your life, but after a few days you learn that the faerie's "gift" isn't quite done, as your clit comes to life during the middle of a hunt, your prey quickly forgotten as your pussy rubs itself to orgasm within your panties. The hypersensitivity seems to crop up at random - sometimes when you pull on your panties in the morning, you will end up spending the first part of your day quivering on the floor, and various hunts and explorations are interrupted, sometimes perilously. Occasionally, the sensitivity will also hit you while running errands in town, and the males in town understandably confuse it as a sign of heat, leading to you getting loudly mated while sprawled across several shop counters, much to the shock and chagrin of the other women around, and to your own embarrassment. \n\nFinally, when the sensitivity almost gets you unpleasantly mated by a feral dragon, you reluctantly realize that you will have to give up the hunting that you love for your own safety. Unfortunately, no one has any idea how to solve your unusual problem, and you know that the chance of encountering the faerie again is slim, and the chance of her undoing what she did even more so. \n\nWhile you are initially unsure what to do now that you can no longer hunt, you are soon approached by several women who have seen what has happened to you in town, and offer you a decent solution - employment as a priestess at the local "meeting house," where the women who want to experience their heat in traditional form go to get mated in the feline anonymous-orgy style. You help out with various things on the main floor, wearing a soft bra and panties in the traditional colors of a priestess trainee. Constantly being around couples in the throes of ecstasy is actually oddly comforting, as it makes your occasional hypersensitivity seem like an almost normal condition - plus, when it occurs within the meeting house, it only takes a few seconds from your first moan for a nearby male to take you to the floor, rip off your panties, and mate you vigorously until both the feeling and your moans subside. Overall, it seems like a good place to work, and you realize that you quite enjoy your new role. Of course, a few months later, you discover a slight downside of your new place of employment when your next heat decides to manifest itself in the middle of the workday. In such a place your condition is immediately noticed, and an hour later you are being driven crazy by barbs as your tenth mating of your heat quickly concludes with the first of the familiar nonstop chain of orgasms - you spend the rest of your heat in the middle of a writhing mass of fur and the constant thrusting of cocks, your mind quickly drifting into its orgasmic haze as you are mated continuously. \n\nAfter your heat finally subsides and you drag your thoroughly mated body home, one of the women comes by to inform you that you have been given time off to have your litter, and you realize the full consequence of your time in the meeting house. Now that your life is more centered on the town, though, and the fact that you have moved beyond your desire to hunt in the forest, you realize that you don't mind your condition all that much. As the days go by, though, and your belly swells, you start to reconsider that position - especially when you realize that every time one of your developing kittens moves at all inside you, your pussy throbs strongly enough in response that you can no longer remain standing. You realize that your hypersensitivity can extend even into your womb, and it only gets worse as the pregnancy progresses. As the date approaches, you begin to wonder just what kind of expressions will flash across the faces of the midwives if you begin to climax loudly during childbirth…\n\nTHE END\n\n

You consider making a break for it, but when you do the thought of the dragon's giant teeth shredding your body flashes through your mind. You realize, gritting your teeth, that you are out of options, although a part of your mind, under the influence of the heat, is already busy wondering about how a dragon cock would feel filling you.\n\nThe dragon thuds back down on all fours, its head tilting down to look at you expectantly, and you know that there is only one possible way now to survive this encounter. Your shoulders lower and your ears flatten back as you resign yourself to the dragon's power. The dragon, aware of its victory, displays its teeth again as it waits for your submission. \n\nYou remove your knife belt and bow and toss them aside, knowing they will do no good here. The dragon watches as you slowly undo the ties on your leather bikini bottoms, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. You feel them shifting between your legs as you do so, and the ache of heat returns suddenly with a vengeance. Your hands suddenly fumble with the ties, needing to get the garment off quickly, and soon the last tie is released, the bikini falling around your ankles. Your panties beneath are already wet, and with a quick tug they fall away too, leaving you naked except for your leg guards from the waist down. You glance up at the dragon, your pink mound exposed and leaking fluid, and you realize that you're oddly thankful for your heat, as your copious lubrication should make the coming encounter much more manageable.\n\nThe dragon pulls his head slightly back and snaps his haunches sharply. You realize why a moment later, as a thick reptilian tail whips around his body and smacks into your side, the leather vest doing little to cushion the blow as the tail knocks you to the ground. You struggle to your hands and knees, wincing at the blow and gasping desperately to regain the air that was knocked out of you. Before you can react beyond that, though, you feel a thud to either side as the dragon's forelegs thump down just in front of your head, bending as his massive body crouches over you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body radiating off of his scales. Then you feel something thump into your lower abdomen, and feel the warmth of his cock pressing against your fur. It slowly slides back, the tip tracing through your fur as it slides lower and lower, across your belly and down along your pelvis, the very tip tickling your mound before it slides over and up, eliciting a small shiver as it momentarily brushes your clit before quickly finding the folds beneath. Soon the tip finds its mark and begins spreading you open, your lips wrapping around his tip and causing you to wince when they encounter a spine. The dragon, realizing he is in position, thrusts his whole body forward, and his belly presses you down towards the ground as his cock slams into you. \n\nThe feeling is insane, pleasure and pain combining in an agonizing dance, as he stretches you wide and plunges in deep, pushing beyond anything you've ever felt before, his tip forceful against something inside you that you'd swear couldn't budge before it somehow stretches open anyway and lets the dragon in. Before you can come to terms with the sensation, though, the dragon draws back, his cock raking across your insides in a way that should have been agonizing, but somehow isn't. As he thrusts back in, you realize that despite everything else his presense is quenching the heat, and the part of you that manages to think around the stunning sensations realizes that your particular physiology has luckily spared you from the worst of it: You insides, designed to withstand the sting of hundreds of matings, are flexible and resilient enough to acommodate the dragon's thrusts, and your nervous system has long ago evolved to interpret the racking pain of mating as signals of pleasure instead. As a result, while each of the dragon's thunderous thrusts are momentarily agonizing, they also soon fill you with shuddering, heat-quenching pleasure, as your body quickly relaxes and adapts to his massive cock.\n\nAfter a few more thrusts, as you realize our own body is getting into the motion as well, you feel his forelegs come up and grip you tightly across your chest, as his entire body heaves forward and... upward? As the ground suddenly recedes, you realize that the dragon has taken flight, his thick wings slapping against the air. With each long beat of his wing's the dragon's whole body undulates, his belly undulating above you before the motion finishes in his haunches, slamming the cock back into you. He continues to mate you as he flies, your arms and legs hanging down uselessly and your torso hot from being held against his scales. You watch, between the thrusts that send sparks coursing across your vision, as the forest shrinks and recedes, until it is no more than a green carpet stretching across the landscape until it ends at the base of a tall mountan formed of grey stone. The dragon circles the mountain, his cock relentlessly thumping into you with a steady rhythm, and you find your back arching up against him as the overwhelming feeling somehow drives you to orgasm. As you recover, you see him flying down towards a ledge, landing with a thump on his hind legs as his forelegs hold you in place, his cock impaling you all the way to your womb as he rears back and bellows into the waning light, proclaiming his power for the world to see. As he does, his cock seems to stretch outward inside of you, then slide back as the skin on its exterior undulates and ripples against your walls, rolling into you, and the cock is pressed so tightly that you can feel each movement clearly. When each undulation reaches the tip, seemingly impossibly deep inside you in a place it couldn't actually be, you can feel his seed spurt out into you, cusing your belly to tingle with warmth. The spurts continue as you are held into place, feeling practically split open, the rest of your body unable to move to even offer token resistance as his sperm enters you in a relentless flood. The flow continues for many minutes, filling you up and even causing a slight bulge in your belly, before he pulls out in a sudden motion that rakes your insides before releasing his forelegs and allowing you to collapse before him in a nerveless heap. You can feel some of your own juices leaking out, but little else, as his cum sits deep enough inside you that it cannot easily escape.\n\nYou are defeated, your insides throbbing, and you can do little else but follow his lead as he nudges you inside an expansive cave adjacent to the landing, crawling slowly forward on your hands and knees as the impossible pleasure of mating recedes and you ache deep inside, not from heat but from the way the dragon's cock has abused you - even for your species, it was a rough mating, and one that you will need time to recover from. Your body feels too hot as the cum sloshes around inside, and the fur on your back feeling brittle and partly singed from the dragon's hot body.\n\nYou look around the cave, to see that it is far from empty. The cave curves around, with multiple openings and landings providing for an impressive vista. Arrayed along the curving inner wall, though, you see at least two dozen other women, some from your species and some from others, lying in various poses along it. All of them are naked, the fur on their backs singed short, and all of them are fastened to the stone wall by a length of chain terminating in a thick iron collar wrapped around their necks. They seem to cringe back as the dragon approaches, and you notice that on the ones where you can get a good look, their pussies are all swollen and bright red, their cuntlips clearly exposed. The dragon ignores them, though, and walks you to an unoccupied spot on the wall, gesturing to the opened clamshell of the chain, and snarls at you with teeth bared when you hesitate to pick it up. Having no other choice, you bring the two halves up to your neck and close it behind you. You hear the metal clack together, followed by a sharp, piercing hum as they seal together with a magical force. A sudden flash of horror runs through your body as you realize that your new collar will never open again, and that you have now been claimed as the dragon's property, to be used as he sees fit.\n\nFrom that point on, your world narrows to encompass only the confines of the cave, as your life quickly settles into a steady routine. As far as masters go, the dragon is not the worst one possible, despite its mute condescension. He regularly returns with fresh meat for you and the others to share, and you learn that the cave contains a natural spring where you can drink and bathe, the chain holding you to the wall seeming to lengthen magically to allow for a greater range of movement when necessary, allowing you to stand out on the ledges during the day and enjoy the expansive view, wondering if any of the dots on the horizon are your old village, while knowing you will never see it again. \n\nWhen the sun sets each day, though, the dragon returns and the chains retract, the chorus of yowls and screams from around the corner signaling the dragon's amorous intent as he methodically works his way down the line of captives, mating them in turn. Several other women are chained to the wall within your view, and as he gets closer, you can't help but watch as he mates each one of them, seeing them writhe and squirm under him, most of them screaming as his haunches slam into them, his rhythm never wavering no matter their reaction. Each night you feel a mixture of anticipation and dread as he gets closer, and you have an excellent close-up view as he mates the feline female next to you, listening to her moans and yowls as her body rocks back and forth in time with his thrusts, her plush buttocks rippling with each impact and her breasts hanging pendulously, watching as her arms inevitably fail and her muzzle pants hotly against the stone floor as he humps her senseless. When he finishes, leaving her barely conscious and splayed out on her stomach with her slightly raised hips twitching uncontrollably behind her, he makes sure to parade in front of you so that you can see his cock, dripping cum and glistening with a coating of juices from the dozen women who have just been wrapped around him, flicking his tail a few inches from your face, reminding you to get into position before he forces you there, and every night you feel a sense of dreaded inevitability as his two forelegs thump down to either side of you, a prelude to the thick blue cock that shoves into you a moment later, overwhelming your senses as he mercilessly fucks you into the cavern floor. When he finishes, dusk has fallen, and you end each night in a heap on the cavern floor, your pussy aching and dripping as you curl up against the smooth stone, letting the exhaustion of being mated roughly and the warmth in your belly lull you to sleep as the sounds of the remaining girls being humped slowly fades into the background.\n\nSome are unable to survive his daily matings, and quickly disappear, only to be replaced with others. You, however, survive, and even come to enjoy his attentions. Another aspect of his magic means that your heat never truly ends, and you are always prepared enough to accommodate him. The others of your species who also survive almost seem to form a family of sorts there, learning their stories while sadly acknowledging that none of them matter anymore in your situation. While your existence is bearable enough, your thoughts often drift to the unavoidable knowledge that you are now nothing more than a sex slave, even the memories of your past life fading over time, and you are forced to acknowledge your mistakes and your fate, one which you now know you can never escape.\n\nTHE END

You realize that perhaps you are taking this story about a rutting catgirl a bit too seriously, and randomly detonate a nuclear bomb instead. The catgirl, village, forest, and entire region are blown to bits, burned in an instant to ash and cinders and then blown away on a cruel artificial wind. A towering mushroom cloud is all that remains. More disappointing than all that, though, is the fact that you didn't get laid.\n\nWhen the cloud clears, all that remains is a grey stone monolith jutting out of the ground. Spraypainted across it in neon orange lettering is the inscription:\n\nDR. ARTEMIS WAS HERE

The years go by, and your children grow up, socializing generally normally with the other children despite their mixed breed and the odd, greenish highlights in their fur. You go through several more heats and bear several more litters, all but one completely feline (for the other, you happened to be caught far out in the woods when your heat arrived and, well, nature took its course… several times each day, with whoever happened to be in the vicinity). \n\nSoon enough, your first litter reaches sexual maturity… but instead of going into head or otherwise experiencing sexual awakening, they all awaken one morning, go out into the town square, and grin maniacally as several green tentacles spring forth from their backs and proceed to molest anyone and anything nearby. Several of the villagers flee, and some others stick around to fight the apparent abominations, only to quickly find themselves be-tentacled and worked over. All of the females who are caught by the tentacles go immediately into heat and are then thoroughly ravaged by your tentacle-spawn, eventually becoming almost zombielike thralls, and some of the men succumb to the spell of the tentacle too - the rest are thwomped and heartily flung out of the village and into the forest.\n\nThe village population quickly dissipates, save for the progressive generations of your tentacle spawn and their thralls. You, however, are the sole exception - as their mother, you are treated with reverence, and they quickly christen you the Tentacle Queen, and build a great stone mansion in your honor (which is quite palatially appointed, despite the fact that the walls regularly ooze green slime for some reason). You are soon afforded every luxury, and despite the craziness of it all and the nagging guilt that you feel as the casualties mount, you quickly become accustomed to your new lifestyle and eventually come to eagerly reign over your burgeoning empire. \n\nYour thralls and offspring spread out, rapidly gaining ground, and village after village falls to your expanding tentacled hordes. Your offspring find ways to mate with each other, generally involving odd, elaborate tentacle-based rituals and the use of thralls as surrogates. The corruption of your abominations soon spreads across the entire region, and soon eve the mightiest of dragons quail at the mere mention of your title, and the tentacle-studded doom that it inevitably represents. Eventually, your infamy is known across the entire continent, and you reign for several decades before your forces are finally overthrown by Regineau the Mostly Great but Rather Emotionally Disturbed. Rather than face death at his sadistic hand, you instead flee with the remainder of your retinue to a secluded forest preserve, where you spend your retirement from monstrous rule commanding your horde to harass any fearsome creatures that dared to get close: in short, tentacle-filled bliss. When you finally become quite old, instead of fading away, your feet inexplicably take root in the ground in the middle of the preserve, and over the next few years, you gradually metamorphose until you take on the imposing shape of a brand new tentacle tree. While your ability to communicate in any meaningful way disappears for good, you quickly find joy in your newfound tentacled pleasures, your tree becoming a beautiful, shady shrine for your devoted and worshipful offspring, who provide you with a steady stream of victims for your entertainment. Perversely, you take to your new form with aplomb, even the concept of guilt that has haunted you over the years dissipating as you willingly devote yourself to the instinctual duties of your new form. You have finally succumbed to the curse of the tentacle tree, invoking its perverse terror on an entirely new generation, coming full circle as your monstrous transformation is finally complete.\n\nTHE END

Despite your hesitation, your curiosity gets the better of you, and despite the old saying running through your head about how curiosity can occasionally be lethal to those of your kind, you step off of the path and make your way through the cave entrace.\n\nThe passage is fairly narrow, and your arms brush against the cave walls as you make your way through a couple of switchback turns. After that, the passage abruptly opens up into a small, roughly circular cavern, the texture of the walls standing out starkly as they are lit by an intense red glow.\n\nThe source of the glow is obvious: in the center of the cave, encircled by an improbably-sized ring of clear crystal, some sort of glimmering mystical surface is steadily giving off light, even as the red texture on its surface seems to undulate like a vertical pool of water. \n\nTo either side of the portal stands what appears to be a demi-human demon, their visages hardly different from that of an average human... well, aside from their overly toothy grins, their intense, blood-red skin, and the two tiny hornlike nubs protruding from their foreheads. They are both dressed smartly in the latest human fashions, from the waist up at least - below that, they are naked, save for a loincloth that bulges obviously outward from the equipment beneath. They regard you dispassionately, and one of them motions with an arm that you are to enter the magic ring in the center, which you realize must be some sort of portal.\n\nYou take a few hesitant steps closer, looking at the portal in more detail. In contrast to the generally impressive structure, someone has affixed a rough wooden board to the top of the portal. Inscribed on it, in some sort of reddish paint - yep, definitely some sort of paint, almost certainly couldn't be some other sort of red fluid - are the words "FREE FUN," written in a crude script.\n\nAttached to the sign, though, is a piece of parchment, with something written in neat, tightly-packed script. You lean in closer, and read what it says - this part, at least, is quite legible.\n\n"As one of the conditions of the Succubus and Incubus Omnibus Treaty, the following disclaimer applies to this offer: As laid out in Treaty Subsection 3, Paragraph 5, demons and associated demihumans are prohibited from taking the following actions: enslavement, involuntary mind control, causing irreparable bodily harm, and intentional soul taint. Additionally, as stated above, the diversion contained within this portal is offered without any expectation of compensation, be it coins, souls, or otherwise. However, as perceptions of activities vary among individuals, the inducement of 'fun' is not expressly guaranteed."\n\nDisclaimer or not, you're still unsure about how genuine the sign's claim is. The demons are not much help in that regard, standing mute in response to your questions, their only answer being a slightly bored gesture towards the portal itself. However, even though mind control is apparently banned, something is certainly manipulating your feelings, and you now have an intense desire to see what lies beyond the portal. Of course, that's not the only desire you feel - the presence of the loincloths, and the bulges contained therein, are definitely making you a bit hot and bothered, and you can feel the ache of heat beginning to surge back to the surface as it becomes harder and harder to look away from them. You realize that if you don't turn back quickly, your desires are going to move you forward on their own accord.\n\n[[Enter the portal]]\n\n[[Back out of the cave]]\n\n[[Try to seduce one of the demons]]

You enjoy watching the active playfulness of the group off to your right, and after a few moments you find yourself wandering over to them. For some reason, in your heated state, their pouncing game of predator and prey looks very appealing. As you are normally the hunter, it does seem slightly strange to your logical mind to have someone pursuing you, but the rest of your mind is already anticipating the feeling of being pinned to the ground and squirming playfully against a very eager male. Plus, there's always the chance that you could turn the tables and pounce one back - either way, you're sure to get what you need. \n\nYou make your way across the floor, nimbly dodging around a brown-furred woman who darts in front of you, and make a quick jump over her pursuer - you can hear her giggling behind you, then the slight thumping sound of her getting pounced, her giggling rapidly turning to a moan that sharply rises in pitch as she is quickly and vigorously mounted. Her cries fade into the background, though, along with the rest of the dashing and mating couples, as you meet the eyes of a trio of young men leaning back against the wall. They are perhaps a couple of years into breeding age, and their matching fur patterns indicate that they were probably litter-mates: a subtle orange-yellow, with a pattern of dark, almost tiger-like stripes. They look to be quite fit, not overly muscled but definitely athletic, the contours of their bodies quite pleasing beneath their fur. They are, of course, naked like everyone else here except for the priestesses, and their feline cocks are already standing at attention, decently sized with nicely flared tips and subtle barbs that glint occasionally in the light. You can tell that they are admiring you as well, and they grin happily back when you flash them a sly smile. They are definitely game for what you have in mind, and you know that if you initiate, they will inevitably follow.\n\nLetting your leg muscles tense slightly, you crouch down, and then easily lean over onto all fours, a position than you realize feels much more natural and comfortable. You arch your back and tilt your ass in the air, your tail snapping up in the air and undulating back and forth above it. You enjoy the stretch that the position provides, and while it leaves you coiled and ready for action, you know that it also provides your potential suitors with a very clear look at your moist and swollen pussy. You turn your head, looking back at them expectantly, and you can almost see their cocks straining forward as the first one grins, pushes off the wall, and takes a running pounce towards you.\n\nYou dodge him easily, bounding across the floor with an almost instinctual gait, all the while on the verge of giggling as you realize how silly you must look, bounding about in the four-legged style of your distant ancestors. Something about the different motion, and the thrill of adrenaline brought on by the hunting-style play, allows you to steadily traverse the room, even as each bound causes your pussy to throb in anticipation. The part of you most driven by heat would rather have you give in easily and allow yourself to be pounced right out of the gate, but the intriguing nature of this sort of irreverent play makes you feel fully alive, your muscles humming with joy as you throw decorum to the wind and enjoy the moment.\n\nYour keen ears can hear the impacts of the men, bounding along quickly behind you, and you redouble your efforts, actually laughing at the thrill of the chase as you bound along the edge of the room, giving those watching outside a good show of your athleticism as you dodge around other players and the mating couples that occasionally get in the way. You giggle as a swiping hand briefly brushes your legs, but you jump away before it can actually grab you. You know that they are gaining on you, though, and one of them manages to land a hand on your buttock and give its flesh a good squeeze before you are able to pull away. The contact briefly gives you pause, and you purr at the sensation as your pussy throbs strongly, sending a little shiver through your hips and briefly disturbing your gait. You manage to recover, though, and make a sudden lateral jump off of the wall to avoid another grab attempt. \n\nYou glance back for a moment as you bound away from your pursuers, grinning at them, and to their credit, they don't appear to be frustrated at all, gamely continuing the pursuit. As you turn back, though, you realize that you could only see two of them, and wonder what happened to the third… a question that is quickly answered as you turn fully back around, only to see his grinning, crouching form right in front of you. Startled, you pull to a dead stop right in front of him, but before you can turn back or jump away in another direction, you see a flash of fur in the corner of your eye, and a moment later your body rocks forward in pleasant surprise as one of the others lands directly on top of you. The impact rocks you forward and you can feel your elbows buckle from the weight, dropping your head down close to the soft flooring, and you purr in delight as you feel his body pressing up against yours, his arms grabbing you in a tight hug and his teeth tugging gently at the nape of your neck as his body undulates against you, his cock tip pressing up against your butt and thighs as it tries to move into place. The sudden contact feels snuggly and wonderful, the both of you panting hard as his mating instinct takes over completely, and you let your body take over as well, your back arching comfortably under him and your hips rocking up to the instinctual angle they know to take. Your purring increases in volume as your body relaxes and snuggles into his embrace, relinquishing itself to being mated, as the cock finally finds your moist pussy and slides along the lips, lower and lower, until it is right where it needs to be…\n\nYour purring turns to a shriek as he pushes inside, and then to a yowl as he pulls out a moment later, his spines raking across your sensitive inner walls. Even that pain, though, is tinged with a hint of pleasure, as your heated body quickly recognizes and adapts to being mated, and apart from the yowl you make no effort to break the embrace, actively pushing your ass back against him as he thrusts in again. Soon the two of you are moving together in a slightly frenzied rhythm, oblivious to almost anyone else - except for the brother who has now flopped down on the floor in front of you, his head laying almost muzzle to muzzle, grinning as he watches the ecstacy spreading across your panting face. The thrusts quickly metamorphose into incredible bursts of pleasure, bringing you quickly to a shuddering orgasm, and you let out a loud, incredibly aroused yowl as your pussy trembles and pulsates around his thrusts. You are still cumming when he hilts you with a powerful, rocking thrust, the tip of his cock twitching warmly deep inside you, and you can feel the bursts of warmth landing against your innermost walls as his cum jets out, seeking a womb that you know has been made fertile by his thrusts. \n\nYou uncouple a few moments later as he pulls out, ignoring your bodily pleas for continued snuggling and rolling over, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Apparently, the thrill of the chase followed by the frenzy of mating was enough to overwhelm him for the moment. He lays back against the padded floor, looking slightly listless, but with a wide, pleased smile stretched across his muzzle. You remain in your crouch, momentarily breathless too, and even though you still seem to be in a position to be mounted, the other brothers don't immediately take advantage - apparently, they still want to play before getting down to it, and they sit by you instead, shielding you from other interested parties until you recover enough to give them another playful grin, bounding off and leading them on another chase around your corner of the meeting hall, one which ends relatively quickly, with the predictable but intensely pleasurable result.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day with them almost exclusively, and each time you are ready one of them is recovered enough to chase you around. As the day wears on, the chases get continually shorter and less adventurous, and the matings more frequent, the finale of which has you almost continuously pinned as they mate you one after the other, several times apiece, your body in constant rhythmic motion against their incessant thrusts as wave after wave of orgasms roll through you. There is only the faintest glow from the setting sun visible through the window when you finish for the day, the four of you collapsing in a cute, fuzzy heap, and you snuggle warmly against them. While your pussy feels a little sore from the frenzied feline coupling, the incessant ache of heat has been completely sated for now, in its place leaving a pervasive warmth that permeates your abdomen, complete with the occasional pinprick of warmth from slightly higher up, a sign that the rest of your reproductive system has been kicked into high gear. You can feel the combined liquid warmth of dozens of matings slowly dripping from between your pussy lips as you are nakedly cuddled by your exhausted paramours, and you enjoy the thoroughly sated feeling as you drift off to sleep, knowing that the remainder of your heat here will bring more of the same.\n\n[[Enjoy the rest of your heat]]

You decide that waiting your heat out with the other cat-women is worth a try - after all, they know what you are going through, and have apparently used this secluded retreat successfully before to make it through. After all, if it doesn't work out, you can always leave and return to your original plans. \n\nYou step over to the shore of the small lake, noting that the area ringing it is composed of rock slabs rather than dirt, and you find a flat, dry spot where you can set down your gear, unburdening yourself of your knife and bow. As you loosen the ties on your outerwear, you notice that the woman who was talking to you is already entering the water. She has a slightly fuller figure than yours, but her fur is lustrous and well cared for, and she moves with a grace even more refined than the typical feline agility. Her body is well-framed by her curves and plush tail, and you can't help but fix a lingering glance on her backside as it slowly submerges beneath the waterline. You can acknowledge that her figure is quite aesthetically pleasing, and in other circumstances your thoughts might well go beyond that. However, your state of heat means that there is only one body type that can now fully satisfy you. As a result, during your heat, females in your mind seem to fade in relevance sexually, and were there any males around, to your perception they might almost seem to fade into the background. In this situation, though, you realize that even if they are female, it's still probably better than being alone in the forest with only your heat for company. \n\nYou quickly shed your leather vest and bikini, placing them neatly on the ground behind your other gear, and a moment later, your underwear falls to the ground beside it. You realize that simply stripping off the constricting clothing, and alleviating the sensations that go along with it, is already something of a relief. You stand there for a moment, letting the warm sun play across your fur, and take a moment to stretch, arching your back and tail. When you release the stretch and look back at the lake, though, you notice that all four women have their eyes on you. Apparently your stretch also had somewhat of a buoyant effect on your breasts, putting them momentarily on prominent display, and it seems that you are just as aesthetically pleasing to them.\n\nThey watch, apparently appreciatively, as you step forward and lower your leg into the water. You have no idea how deep the water goes towards the center of the lake, but the bottom of it seems to slope down gradually, the waterline slowly working its way up your legs as you venture towards the group. You can feel your fur floating outward in the water, and the water feels pleasantly cool against the skin beneath. Unlike your animal namesake, you have little fear of water, and you are soon submerged up to your waist, giving the water's surface an experimental splash. One of the other women notices and sends a splash of water back your way, the water's spray dancing across the fur on your chest. You send back a retaliatory splash, and soon the five of you are having a miniature water war towards the middle of the lake. It's utterly silly, and something you haven't engaged in since you were a kitten, but it's also a bit of carefree fun that at least momentarily takes your mind off your condition.\n\nWhen the fight ends, you are all soaked from head to toe, and laughing uncontrollably at the sheer silliness of it all. You flop onto your back and float for a moment, trying to calm down from the excitement and exertion, as you realized that your excitement has also progressed in other ways. Glancing down along your body, you can see that your nipples are erect and bright red, probably not just from the cool water, and the tip of your mound that you can see is a similar color, feeling as though it is radiating out warmth despite the cool water surrounding it. \n\nAfter a moment, you drop back to a standing position in the waist-deep water, but the woman from before has already noticed your condition and is walking over. She steps in close, and her body is quickly against you, your wet fur intermingling as her breasts squish softly against yours, the soft, wet fur causing you to shiver as it rubs across your nipples. You feel her arms wrap around you, her hands coming together to rest on your lower back, as she whispers something you can't quite make out towards your ear. While it's not quite what you need, her touch is nice and soft, and you return the embrace as her hands move lower, caressing the base of your tail until it arcs up out of the water and begins flicking about in response to the touch. You purr and lean into her embrace, feeling suddenly warm, as her hands roam across your buttocks, squeezing them and spreading them apart, and you can feel your pussy lips spreading slightly along with them, the cool water playing across your inner folds. You try to reciprocate with your own hands, running them along her back, but your motions stop with a shiver as three fingers press gently between your legs, one of them resting against your hood and nudging it up against your extra-sensitive clit. You can't help but let out a moan at the sensation, which gets the attention of the other women. Two of the others, already paired off in their own embrace, only glance your way for a moment, but the third one, with petite breasts but shapely hips, splashes her way over. You see her move around you out of the corner of your eye, and a moment later she almost falls against you from behind, her boobs squishing against your back, and you can feel the warmth of her nipples even through your fur. You can also feel an intense warmth against the base of your tail, though, and you realize that the woman behind you has somehow managed to straddle your tail and leave it pressed up against her heat-engorged crotch. She leans into you and wraps her arms around your sides, sliding them under your own to hug the woman in front of you as well. Your tail, in response to the unusual stimulation, begins to twitch and thrash even more madly behind you, arching back to almost intertwine with another tail, and the movement causes the woman to shiver repeatedly against you, moaning in your ear - moans that are steadily rising in pitch. Even as she reacts to the sensation, though, you can see her arms sliding down the other woman's back, darting in between your own, which have only progressed to the point of gently squeezing her butt. A moment later, the woman in front of you begins to squirm against you too, almost certainly as a result of hands stimulating her pussy in the same way that hers are to yours. Despite the distraction of being pounced from behind and the attendant stimulations, a wonderful shiver that rocks your own hips forward refocuses your mind to the stimulation going on between your own legs, where two expert hands are now at work, alternating between stroking the sensitive, innermost part of your thighs, and massaging the entire length of your pussy lips, one hand putting just the right amount of warm pressure on your mound as the other slides a couple of fingers along the ridge of your pussy lips, up to the top where they snuggle wonderfully against your clit for an exquisite moment before dipping back down between them to slide briefly inside you, curling around to stimulate something that you never realized could be quite that sensitive. Her hands continue to play nonstop, and the combination of her stimulation and the undulating bodies against you cause warmth to spread outward from your pelvis, as you can feel a climax building steadily deep inside. Of course, yours is not the only one, as the base of your tail is saturated in wet warmth from a pussy that is grinding against it, so close you can feel the lips twitching against you, and the hands working between your thighs begin to pause, shaking and pushing in against you, as her own body begins to be overwhelmed by a similar touch. Your trio of moans builds into a steady crescendo, and one of them turns to an almost feral-sounding yowl as the woman behind you shivers intensely, her thighs clamping around your tail and twitching in time to the rhythmic contractions of her pussy. You only notice for a moment, though, as an unsteady finger nudges exquisitely at your clit, a sensation that quickly sends you over the edge, and your moans turn to steady pants as you undulate between them, your hips rocking forward and shuddering at the wonderful sensation, and you can feel your knees go weak as the feeling rolls its way up your spine and shivers its way across your mind, accompanied by the wonderful pulsations that throb through your abdomen. Soon, you are all panting and trying to recover your breath, somehow propping each other up in your combined embrace. You snuggle together with your two newfound partners for a moment, then stagger back to the opposite shore on wobbly knees, supporting each other carefully, and make it to shore without collapsing into the water. You notice that the other two are already there relaxing on the shore.\n\n The three of you lay side by side on the warm, flat stone along the edge of the lake, drying off and recovering from the wonderful exertion of your encounter. You can still feel your pussy contract and twitch every few minutes or so as your body slowly comes down from its climax. You are actually quite amazed at the skilled hands of your partners, as you find it difficult if not impossible to get off from hands alone during the internal demands of heat, although you have to admit that their skills at that sort of stimulation do far surpass your own. Or perhaps, you wonder, if it has something to do with the close body contact. Of course, given that one of them managed to get off just by taking advantage of your own hyperactive tail, you're still not sure quite how it happened. Maybe something to do with the water? As you rest, though, you realize that while the climax was indeed relaxing, it appears to have moved the heat further along rather than sating it, and you can now feel that need gnawing at your abdomen, an aching itch deep inside you, that no amount of external stimulation will be able to satiate. You absentmindedly scratch at the point low on your belly where the itch is most intense, but of course it does little good. Instead, you try and ignore the feeling, focusing instead on the warm stone and the sun's rays shining down on you, although less intensely as the sun is already lower in the sky.\n\nYou lie there and talk with the other women as the sun dips steadily down towards the horizon. The woman who you met initially is called Aimah, and the one who pounced on you from behind is Brenza, while the other pair are Aluryn and Ladessa. You discover that their different patterns and lighter fur stem from the fact that their genetic lineage descends from a tribe that originated far to the south, in deserts and savannahs that you've never had a chance to visit, and came up north hundreds of years ago in search of better hunting and more plentiful food and water, as a surging population had overwhelmed the very limited resources of their arid village of origin. They have apparently adapted well to living in this forested region, despite the vastly different temperatures. While the resources are far more abundant here, the village's traditions are still steeped in the lessons of their harsh life hundreds of years ago, including the pain of an overburdened population, and as a result actual breeding is strictly limited with only a few females taking their turns. Of course, the other females suffered as a result, and the plan to limit mating was in jeopardy, until the discovery of the retreat - and the return of certain other traditional ritual practices that they had recently restored. You ask them about those rituals, but they reply that such things are better experienced than described, and gesture for you to follow them down a short path curving back around from the lake as the sun slides below the horizon. \n\nYou follow them, momentarily hesitant about your naked state, but none of the others seem to mind it. The path is quite short indeed, and a few steps take you past a small stand of trees and back around to an area near the cliff face, where a stand of brush somehow shifts away to reveal the opening of a cave in the rock. The entrance is narrow, requiring you to duck your head and walk single-file, but after a slight turn it quickly opens out into an expansive cavern, the center of which is dominated by a large, bright bonfire, the smoke from it wafting up to disappear into the darkness, the chamber's ceiling high enough that you can't see the top of it. Arrayed around the bonfire on the cave's stone floor are piles of various furs and soft hides harvested from some of the native prey creatures, and some of them are already occupied by a half-dozen other women, paired off and engaging in some sort of amorous activity in various positions, some which look considerably more unusual than others. You can't quite tell what they're doing exactly, though, although some of the motions seem very reminiscent of traditional mating.\n\nAimah walks over to the side of the cave, where there is a pile of what look like variously shaped sticks, grabs one, and brings it over to show you. Up close, you can see that it is thicker than most sticks, formed from a light-colored wood that has been lacquered to an impressive finish. You realize that the stick is actually two pieces somehow joined together through carpentry, and the ends were first sanded and planed down to smooth hemispheres. When you go to hold it, though, you realize that the wood is only smooth at the ends - along most of its length it is actually prickly, containing rows of almost transparent spines, which curve slightly inward on either side towards the place where the two pieces are joined. Aimah explains that the plant it is built from is actually a cactuslike shrub from their native desert, which eventually becomes woody and is then harvested for this purpose. You quickly realize that the device is intended to simulate the mating potential of a male, and while it does not strongly resemble a cock, its presence and spines are designed to stimulate the insides in a way that could work to satiate the heat. You almost ask why the device is curved at both ends, but you can quickly figure it out, as Aimah finds a spot to recline near the fire, and gestures for you to join her.\n\nAs you sit down nearby, squirming involuntarily as your mound brushes against the furs, you watch as Aimah lays back and begins to spread her legs apart. Soon, her feet are splayed to either side, and her red, swollen pussy is fully displayed to you without a hint of embarrassment, a sure sign that she is well into her heat. Her lips are already partially parted on their own, glistening with copious moisture that drips slowly down from her hole. She moves the stick into place with an expert hand, and you watch as she nuzzles the smooth end against her clit, her hips squirming from the touch, her lips twitching before they spread even wider. She moves the stick further down, and you watch as her lips spread around it, encircling it completely and rippling against the rows of spines as she works it further inside. It stops at about the point where the two halves are joined, along with a loud moan from Aimah as he back involuntarily arches. After a moment of recovery, Aimah indicates for you to lie in a similar position and scoot yourself forward towards her to take in the other half of the device.\n\nYou lie back and slowly move yourself forward, resting some weight on your side as you work to move your butt closer to hers without getting your legs tangled up. After one failed try, you manage to do so, and soon the other end of the stick is rubbing against the edge of your mound, poking into your thigh. You reach down and maneuver it over towards your pussy lips, feeling it slide smoothly along them, its curved end naturally easing them apart, and in their engorged and aroused state they yield to it and slide apart around it without even a hint of resistance. You rock your hips, trying to move your butt forward, and Aimah does the same, each motion sliding the stick a bit further inside. It feels slightly warm inside you, not cold as you had imagined, although hardly as warm, or as soft, as the feeling of an actual cock. You can also feel the curved spines pressing against you, but they are not particularly uncomfortable or prickly as they go in. Another few moves forward, and you feel several things at once: the strangely erotic impact as the tip bangs up against something inside you, something that is happy to feel its pressure, while at the same time your body comes together with Aimah's, and you can feel her warm, wet lips pressing against yours, their soft presence rubbing you gently as one of the ridges tucks itself around your clit, feeling impossibly soft against your sensitive nub. You moan at the feeling as well, relaxing against Aimah, even as you feel her body begin to move again…\n\nShe slides back, as the stick rocks back out of her, and partially back out of you, and your moan turns into a yowl as you feel the spines dig in. Even with your own copious heat-driven lubrication, you can feel the spines engage against your inner walls, raking and scratching against them with the feeling of a hundred intense, simultaneous pinpricks. You can feel your insides writhe in protest as your vision flashes white with the sudden pain, but the feeling quickly subsides as Aimah's hips slide back into contact with yours, the spines disengaging as the stick returns to its comfortable position deep inside you, and the pleasant touch of Aimah's soft lips return as she almost seems to roll her hips against yours, your clit almost seeming to hum with sensation and energy as she rubs against you. \n\nThe cycle continues, but by the fourth stroke your body has finally convinced itself that it is being mated, and fully engages in the way it normally does, as the stinging pain of the raking spines is retranslated by your mind into waves of shuddering pleasure. Getting into it fully, you rock back against Aimah with renewed enthusiasm, the rest of the world seeming to fade away as your bodies begin to rock together in a steady rhythm, punctuated only by your moans and a deep climax building deep inside you. The device inside you feels comfortable, and warmer than before, leaving you feeling completely filled as each stroke scratches your itch and sates your heat, the tip rapping against your insides in a steady rhythm until one press sends a shock through your body, and when Aimah tries to slide back you don't let her, pressing forward instead and locking your hips together, your clit pulsating warmly tucked against her lips, and the thing deep inside almost seeming to open somehow as it clutches at the device, spreading warmth across you as your inner walls clench tightly around the device, shuddering in pleasure as the spines press snugly against it before pulsing around it in a series of contractions, each of them sending waves of pleasure rolling through you, even as you can feel Aimah's pussy lips beginning to spasm against yours.\n\nYou both relax for a moment, coming down from the climax, before slowly edging back and withdrawing the stick. It prickles slightly as it slides out, and in a few moments Aimah is holding it in her hand. The stick is drenched with your own juices, droplets lingering on the spines and glimmering in the flickering light from the fire. You merely lie on your back, panting, invigorated by the pleasure of the simulated mating, but even now you can feel a slight itch lingering in your belly. Aimah somehow senses that lingering need, as after she recovers she suggests that you both go another round. \n\nShe returns to the pile, and retrieves a stick that looks a bit different - instead of being joined at the center in a straight line, the stick instead bends off at an angle. You get up to look at the new device, but she encourages you to crouch back down on the furs, stroking her hand along your back and nipping gently at your neck, and you quickly find yourself in a naturally comfortable position on your hands and knees, your back arched and your hips jutting up to raise your ass in the air, purring at the feeling of her touch along your spine. You are content to stay in that position as she kneels behind you, and you look back to see her working one part of the device back up between her lips, moaning as it slides in, her thighs quivering slightly, and you wonder if she will be able to remain upright. She manages somehow, though, and you can see the remaining part of the shaft jutting out from between her legs, pointing forward almost as though she were a male - a male about you mate you in the traditional way that your body is already anticipating.\n\nShe rests her hands on your hips and slides forward behind you, and you feel the smooth edge of the shaft spreading your lips apart again. Unlike an eager male, though, who would probably already be hilted with you, she moves the shaft in gently, allowing your body to become accustomed to it. You realize that this one is considerably thicker than before, and your body can feel its contours clearly as your inner walls stretch snugly around it. By the time you can feel the fur on her thighs rubbing against yours, the device is fully inside you, pressing even more insistently against that spot deep inside than before. \n\nAimah quickly begins to move, but in an arching, undulating motion that is unlike anything you've ever felt before, the shaft oscillating back and forth inside you in an incredibly smooth rhythm. Your body is already adapted to the spines from before, but the feeling is even more intense, and you groan in pleasure as it feels like the entire core of your body is somehow fully engaged in the mating. You rock down onto your elbows and bury your face in the fur, panting and moaning as the tip knocks against you deep inside, and that thing deep inside slides happily open and undulated in pleasure as the tip actually pushes inside it this time, forcing whatever it is to spread apart in an intense burst of pain and pleasure, a strange feral sound building up deep within your chest and escaping your muzzle unbidden as your body spasms and an electric flash of pleasure shoots through every part of you, your body rocking and pulsing in an ancient instinctual rhythm as it tries to fully engage with the artificial cock and drain every last bit of its nonexistent seed. You feel nothing at all beside the pleasure that fills every part of you, and for a moment it seems like it will never end, although the sensations are soon accompanied by the feeling of a weight suddenly on top of you, as Aimah's own orgasm finally robs her muscles of their control and her warm, fuzzy body collapes, shivering, atop you. The two of you lay there in that awkward position, almost involuntarily snuggling as your bodies writhe against each other in the throes of your powerful orgasms. Finally, as the feelings fade and leave in their wake a sense of intense relaxation, the wonderful filled feeling vanishes in a prickly release as Aimah rolls off of you onto her back, the glistening shaft still rigid between her legs, poking up towards the ceiling as it shimmers with a slick coating of your juices. You roll over and collapse beside her, glancing over to admire her sleek body in the flickering light, her hips still twitching occasionally as she turns to glance back at you, her tongue flicking out between a wide, relaxed, well-mated smile spread languidly across her muzzle. You return the smile, and it is only a matter of moments before you are snuggling together in front of the fire, the itch in your belly finally sated, and the intense relaxation quickly lulling you into a pleasant sleep.\n\nYou spend the remaining days of your heat together with the other women at the retreat, and by the end of it you are completely sated. You have also made several new friends, and they invite you to return and be with them whenever your heat returns, and also to visit them if you ever decide to make the trek to their village (or find your way via the shortcut you discovered, although hopefully in a way that bypasses the dragon). You finally part ways, walking back along the edge of the lake, passing under the waterfall along a short lip of stone and admiring the iridescent vapor as the water crashes down before you. When you reach the opposite side, you realize just how secluded the grove is, as all of your gear and clothing are exactly as you left them. You spend a few minutes splashing in the water, removing the combined heated scents of a dozen women from your fur, and then get dressed and make your way back to your village. You skirt around the clearing you were in before, keeping a careful eye out, but the dragon has vanished for now, and you make your way back without any further misadventures. \n\nWhen you return home, the appetite suppressed by the heat suddenly surges back to life, and you make your way over to the market stalls and are soon gorging yourself on a huge slab of venison. The males around you cast an occasional glance your way, but no more than that - your heat is over, and they are no longer drawn to you. You smile at their reaction, knowing that you made it through another heat not only without being bred, but in a way that is almost as enjoyable as natural mating itself - and one that you know you can return to any time you need. You realize that for you, heat is no longer a problem, or a risky invitation to getting bred, but instead can simply be an opportunity for pleasure in the company of your own kind.\n\nTHE END

You continue on down the path, your pussy thrumming nicely and your heat relieved a bit from your previous encounter, but you know that the activity wasn't really enough to provide any sort of long-term satiation. You do keep an eye out for any further ambushes from the trees that flank the path, but fear or anticipation aside, there is no one else on the path. \n\nYou walk on for some time, and the path gets darker, the trees moving in closer, and the path becomes even less defined, to the point where you occasionally have to remove your knife and hack through vines, or jump over various brush that encroaches on the narrowing trail. Still, the trail is well-defined enough to make your way, and it is at least traveled enough that it probably leads to something passably interesting.\n\nAbruptly, though, the path takes a sharp turn through a dense stand of trees, and as you make your way through, you notice that it branches off right in the middle of the grove. \n\nThe branching path is a sharp contrast, as different as it is sudden. While the original trail leads off into darkness, the new path widens between trees that thin out around it, letting shafts of sunlight filter through beautifully. Around the trees, instead of tangles of scruffy shrubs, the ground is lined with healthy green field grass, with pockets of wildflowers poking through at regular intervals. The path almost seems like something out of a pastoral landscape, complete with the occasinal bird song filtering down through the branches of the trees lining the path. In short, it's a beautifully manicured path in the middle of dense, unforgiving forest... and therefore incredibly, alarmingly suspicious. In fact, it probably would be only slightly more suspicious if there were signs placed along it pointing out the fact that it was quite obviously a trap. It could lead to any number of nefarous creatures lying in wait for someone to finally give in and take the easy route - or, admittedly but less than likely, it could in fact be someone's misguided, reclusive homestead. \n\nIn any case, as you look down the new path, you can see that despite its openness, it quickly curves around and eventually vanishes behind the trees. If you want to see where it leads, you'll need to follow it, and there is a part of you that's definitely sick of plodding along on the current excuse for a trail, and would rather take its chances with the unknown danger in exchange for an easier path; that, and your innate curiosity is nagging at you, incessantly wondering what the path could possibly lead to. On the other hand, given how suspicious the new path obviously seems, there's also something to be said for sticking with your current path, as plodding as it might currently be...\n\n[[Explore the obviously suspicious path]]\n\n[[Continue on the dark, poorly-defined path]]

You decide that, given your current state and your already wobbly legs, it makes sense to avail yourself of some of the comfortable furniture off to the left. You walk carefully over, your pussy trembling slightly every time a stray bit of fur on your thighs brushes across your mound. Your careful, balanced gait does mean that your hips sway a little more when you walk, your tail swinging in counterpoint, a motion that you realize is beginning to attract the attention of several of the men who are not otherwise occupied. They begin to trail after you as you walk among the various pieces of furniture. About half of them are in use, women draped over them in various positions, and all of them being invariably mated while small clusters of men stand around them, occasionally running their hands across one of the participants as they less than patiently wait their turn. The rest, though, are free, save for some that have been recently used, and are being tended to by a small handful of priestesses in order to clean and prepare them for the next occupant. You pass by some of the more unusual ones, and ignore the low wedges used to help support a traditional position on the floor - if you'd wanted that, you'd be going at it in the midst of the tangle in the middle of the hall by now. You are will into this area by now, though, and all around you women are yowling and moaning, and watching as they writhe in exstacy to either side of you is driving your arousal to new heights - your body is ready to give in immediately, and already hands are reaching out to brush across your lower back, sending an electric tingle up your spine. You feel yourself purring and your body moving on its own in the direction of each touch, nd you know that unless you pick something quickly, you will end up being pulled on top of whatever happens to be nearby and mated immediately.\n\nIn front of you, though, you see something that looks promising. It looks almost like a chair, but with a deeply rounded back filled with several pillows, and a plush seat that tilts back at a somewhat unusual angle. To either side, things that look almost like narrow benches jut out at an angle. Everything is upholstered in leather from one of the native herd animals, and it suddenly looks very inviting.\n\nYou turn around, facing away from it, and find yourself face to face with a half-dozen men, a few of whom you recognize from around the village, all with subtly different fur patterns, but with the same anticipating look in their eyes, and all of their cocks are standing at the ready. Taking in the sight of them, and their intensely male scents, you feel your heat surge to the forefront of your mind, and you can feel a wave of hot desire flush across your mound, followed by an intense wetness that begins to trickle down your thighs. Your entire body suddenly feels irresistable, and you can't stop yourself from darting a hand between your legs and quickly trailing it across your sensitive pussy. The moment your fingers brush across your clit, you let out an intense moan, even as your hips buck back and your thighs shudder, your legs going weak as they give themselves over to an almost orgasmic spasm. You topple backwards into the seat with a sigh, your pussy twitching, and within moments you are seated quite comfortably indeed, your head and back reclining against the pillows, your back slightly curled and your butt curving forward due to the seat's odd angle. As soon as you are seated, the men move forward, quickly taking hold of your still-twitching legs and gently kneading the flesh, even as they carefully nudge them up and apart to set them atop the angled benches. The result leaves you in a very comfortable, if considerably nontraditional, mating position: your legs spread apart and your exposed pussy tilted up slightly at just the right angle. You can feel the spread of your legs putting a slight tension on your pussy, and you can feel your lips stretching slightly apart on their own, well-coated with your own juices, and providing an easy opening for the men to slide into.\n\nThe men gather around you, clearly admiring your display, as you snuggle your body comfortably into the plush upholstery, letting your legs stretch out along the benches as you scoot your butt slightly forward, lifting it up just enough to allow your tail to flick free from its position beneath you. It curls around to the side, twitching excitedly, and you let out a soft purr when one of the men off to the side takes hold of it and begins gently stroking along its length, his touch both stimulating and relaxing. You finish settling into the seat, your hips giving a quick jut forward, almost as though they are trying to reach out and take ahold of whichever man happens to be closest. The tantalizing itch of heat is now spreading throughout your abdomen, and as you look down your body, you can clearly see your swollen mound, the pink color deepening toward crimson with your intense arousal. Your pussy lips are tingling with anticipation, and there is only one singular thought crawling across your mind. The men are doing something with their hands, probably some sort of game to determine who should go first, and you are just about to yowl in frustration when one of them lets out a happy exclamation and turns towards you. He is of about average build, with nondescript brown fur, but he has a face that generally looks kind - now, though, it is a mixture of excitement and arousal, and he wastes no time walking up to you and positioning himself between your legs. Thankfully, being a feline, he is not accustomed to intensive foreplay, and his cock presses up against your opening, stretches your lips apart, and plunges fully inside you in one calm, steady motion. \n\nYou let out a soft, satisfied purr as he pushes inside you, and you can feel the tension of heat dissipate slightly as you feel the warmth of his shaft continually tugging at your lips as he moves in, his warmth moving deeper and deeper inside until it nudges comfortably up against something inside you, and you purr at the light, wonderful pressure that is already working to soothe the desperate itch deep inside you. He nudges in a little closer, close enough that you can feel his fur tickling at your stretched pussy, his hips pressing up against yours as your legs try to spread even further, shifting to the outer edges of the benches as you allow him to get as close to you as possible, even as your hips begin to twitch forward against him as the warmth inside you continues to feel better and better. Something about the unusual position means that the cock is pushing up against something differently, and while you can feel that he isn't in quite as deep as if you were mating traditionally, the light pressure inside you is tantalizing, almost tickling, and your body squirms against him, trying to move forward and enhance the feeling.\n\nYou look up at him, the room suddenly seeming brighter, and the edges of everything seem to soften slightly as his face beams down at you, the expression on his face so deliciously aroused that you feel a pleasant shiver just at the sight of it. Looking around, you realize that his face is hardly alone - many others are crowded around next to it, almost in a circle. All of the faces you can see are smiling, and none of them look particularly frustrated to have to wait their turn - apparently, watching your aroused, squirming display in this somewhat novel position is, for the moment, entertainment enough. As one leans down towards you, though, you realize that some of them have something more interactive in mind than merely watching. The face of a blond-furred guy is suddenly close to yours, and his slightly rough but very warm tongue flicks out to lap at your muzzle, causing you to giggle slightly at the touch, but after a moment you get into the feeling, and soon your own tongue darts out to intertwine itself with his. Other men are already leaning in, and you soon feel hands brushing across the fur along your arms, others tracing along the palm of your hands while yet another rubs along your lower abdomen, just above your mound. You feel a mouth wrap around one of your nipples, and then the other, suckling gently at your breasts and giving your nipples an occasional lingering lick. Each lick sends a wonderful tingling shooting down your spine to spread across your pussy, and the combined sensations soon have your entire body squirming and purring under their combined touch, the rest of the world fading into the background amidst the sea of sensation. With wonderful feelings soon coursing across your entire body, you hardly even feel the quick sting of his barbs as he pulls out for the first time, and instead his slow, steady thrusting simply adds itself to the pleasurable rhythm of all the minstrations your body is experiencing, setting them to a steady tempo as your body gently ripples against him, your body pushing back against the pillows as his thrusts pick up strength, and soon your body is shivering pleasantly with every thrust, feeling that tantalizing sensation as he settles deep inside you, the feeling pushing aside all of the other stimulation to shudder across your consciousness. The other sensations begin to feel more intense too, your whole body seeming to become more sensitive as you feel your arousal growing inside you, your walls tensing around you as you feel the tension of orgasm surging closer, pushing almost to the breaking point, but it hovers right on the edge, the feeling inside just not quite enough, so tantalizingly close, if only it was a little deeper, a little stronger…\n\nEven though you can't see very much of what is going on, engaged as you are in your tongue play, you hear one of the men above you let out a long, low moan, even as a strong, sudden thrusts shoves your hips back and presses the cock slightly deeper inside, holding it in position as it rocks against the sensitive spot inside you, almost enough, and you push back automatically against him, trying to get as close as possible, your thighs tensing around him. His cock suddenly seems impossibly warm, almost seeming to vibrate against you, and then a splash of intense, wet warmth hits right where it needs to, and all the tension seems to concentrate itself around that point, exploding outward in a wave of orgasmic relief, your hips and thighs shuddering in ecstacy as the incredible feeling shoots its way up your spine and overwhelms you in a sea of ecstacy. You continue to cum as each burst of warmth spawns a new wave of pleasure, and when the room is done dissolving in a sea of brightness and pure, undiluted pleasure, you realize that your legs have wrapped tightly around him, your heat fading as your pussy squeezes against him, pulsating rhythmically around him for what seems like hours. Finally, you feel your whole body relax, a deep warmth permeating it even as your body twitches in response to the exquisite agony of his cock sliding slowly out, the tip tracing across your trembling pussy lips and coating them with your combined warmth before finally pulling away. \n\nRelaxed and reveling in the feeling of satiation, you lie back in the chair, panting happily at the delicious feeling of your recent mating. Even though your heat is temporarily suppressed, many of the men stick around, happy to simply be able to give you the touch your body still desires. You purr happily and curl up in the chair, snuggling up and enjoy the feeling of their constant caresses and attention. Of course, you realize that their motivations are more than just altruistic, as the comfortable feeling of their touch and the continued presence of their male scents cause your heat to surge back within minutes, and it only takes the touch of a few fingers brushing gently across your thighs to encourage them to stretch out and slide back along the benches, your body squirming comfortably into position and your pussy thrumming happily as it stretches open around another cock, your body thrilling with pleasure as the sensation and rhythm of mating begins anew.\n\nBy the time you finally curl up from exhaustion, the heat completely sated for the day, the sun has long since set, and a pair of priestesses are edging their way over, probably to clean up the mess of fluids that have accumulated on the seat of the chair under you. You pull yourself up from the chair, even though it takes considerable effort to get out of your unusual position, and allow them to see to the furniture, even as more of the products of mating begin to drip down your thighs. You notice that most of the men actually stuck around, curled up and sleeping on the floor nearby. One of them is still somewhat awake, and more than happy to lick your thighs and pussy clean, much to your shuddering delight. As you come down from that last wave of aroused sensation for the day, you snuggle up against him, joining the comfortable ball of conmingled cat-people and drifting off to sleep, your body resting and preparing for what it will experience on the next day of its heat…\n\n[[Enjoy the rest of your heat]]

You look around at all of the different groups, but you can't quite decide precisely what you want to do. Knowing that your heat will son be satisfied one way or another, though, you are content for the moment to stand and watch the other felines going at it. It is actually quite a sight to behold, a sea of bodies moving in rhythm, a place where you can be surrounded by rippling fur and echoing cries of contentment, the occasional yowling when feline hooks first make contact the only discordant notes in a symphony of unrepentant pleasure. Nowhere in the room is there the slightest hint of modesty or impropriety, no sense of disappointment or shame, just a celebration of the most instinctual of needs. Everywhere you look, you can see women in a similar state being loved in the most natural way possible, watching their bodies shiver and writhe with pleasure, and you take a moment to imagine yourself in the place of some of them, knowing that doing so is as much a prediction of your own future. \n\nOf course, as a woman in heat but currently unoccupied by male attention, you are not long into your imaginings when you feel the presence of someone behind you. You feel a hand press into the small of your back, and then a thick arm wrap around you, as another one clutches an elbow around the back of your knees and sweeps you off your feet in an odd, sideways motion. You look up inquisitively to see yourself suspended in a sort of princess carry, nestled in the strong arms of a massive feline. He is somewhat older than you, with an angular, square-jawed face, light, slightly mottled fur, and intense grey eyes. You realize that he is one of the soldiers you have occasionally seen patrolling your area of town near the edge of the forest, as you recognize the narrow scar poking through an area devoid of fur on his left cheek. Oddly enough, you've always thought it made him seem more ruggedly attractive, and in your current state you practically melt in his arms, purring happily at being claimed by him and nuzzling at the soft dusting of fur over his well-defined biceps. He looks down at you, a slow smile spreading across his face as he gently cradles you to his chest, and you purr against him as you feel a flushing warmth spreading across your abdomen and making your hips thrust gently in anticipation. \n\nWhen you look forward again, you notice that you are over in the area with the various items of furniture. He walks past them, though, and walks over to one of the padded sections of wall. Relaxing one of his arms, he lets your legs fall towards the floor, but your feet never touch the ground as his other arm keeps you suspended, turning you slightly so that your back nudges up against his chest. You can feel him step forward, and your breasts squish gently up against the padding, your head turning to the side as he nuzzles at your neck, nipping gently at the skin between your neck and shoulder. The light nip causes you to relax the rest of the way in his embrace, and the rest of his body presses you comfortably up against the wall in a sudden rush, your body shivering with sudden sensation at the final part of the motion, your pussy lips suddenly spread and stretched to either side, his cock warmly filling your passage before you even consciously realize that he's penetrated you.\n\nAs your body quickly reacts to the sudden mating, your insides thrumming as your walls stretch out to accommodate him, you give out a satisfied purr as he presses in further against you. You can feel his hips rocking up against your butt, his cock trying to probe even deeper, impaling you as the pressure of his body keeps you pinned to the wall. Somehow, this is enough to keep you suspended, as both of his hands are roaming along your sides, one of them dipping forward to curve around in front of you, massaging the fur on your hip before tucking down between your legs. You quickly feel the pads of his fingers curl in, their touch soft and warm against the bare skin of your mound, massaging at your lips just in front of where his cock is firmly planted. Your purring quickly modulates into a moan as his fingers work along the soft ridges of flesh, the tantalizing touch working its way upward to where the ridges meet. Even as you can feel his hips shifting, the fingers on your pussy curl inward, and one of them finds your clit and rubs its entire length across its sensitive surface. The sensation of his touch feels as though it is amplified a thousandfold, an impossibly soft, sensitive stroke that seems to reverberate inside you, and your walls shiver around his rapidly retreating shaft, the initial sting of feline mating completely masked as the wave of pleasure rolls through your belly and tickles delightfully as it rolls up and down your spine, causing your tail to twitch about madly, trapped between your two bodies. The man behind you actually chuckles softly as the tail twitches at the fur on his chest, although instead of trying to free it, he simply rocks his hips back in, your ass bouncing slightly at the impact before compressing back against his hips, his cock sliding comfortably back into you. It is his turn to moan in pleasure as your walls stretch snugly around his cock, his happiness almost palpable as his nuzzles become softer and more affectionate. As he keeps one hand in close proximity to your clit, you can feel his other arm wrapping around your belly to embrace you from the front, his fur brushing against yours as his hand slides in between your body and the wall. You purr and relax into his touch as his hand slides along the fur on your chest, settling just between your brests, his touch compellingly warm, and his hand sliding naturally back and forth along your fur as you draw in each breath. Your next breath, though, draws in with a quick gasp, as his cock pulls back in time with another lingering touch on your clit, your hips squirming and trying to hump back against him as your body reacts to the impossibly erotic sensation. Of course, in your position against the wall your hips don't have much room to travel, and they can do little to halt the progress as he pulls almost all the way out, his tip taking a few seconds to rub tantalizingly along your wet pussy lips before pressing against them, nudging them back open little by little, the sensitive ridges delighting in the sensation as they feel every inch of his cock slip in between them. \n\nYou stretch your arms up against the wall, relaxing into the gentle passion of his mating, your muzzle tilting up as your neck curls in towards his nuzzling. You realize that his experience has made him quite a skilled lover, and his technique means that the pain of his spikes raking against your insides is completely masked by pleasurable sensation, even as the rhythm of his hips picks up, and your whole body is soon rocking forward with each thrust, your ass bouncing comfortably against him as your whole body slides up and down against the wall, your breasts compressing and rebounding as your nipples bounce up against the soft, padded surface. As the rhythm speeds up, the combined sensations threaten to overwhelm you, and your body is more than willing to let them as a light nibble on a sensitive part of your neck somehow manages to send everything over the edge. You shiver as the sensation jolts down your spine, and your back arches against him as the feeling slams into your hips, and you feel something deep inside you buck and shudder as your clit thrums against a touch that seems to stroke its way across your entire body. You feel your insides clamp down around him as your hips buck back against them as hard as they can, the muscles vibrating and straining back in an orgasmic spasm, your suspended thighs twitching in a quick, steady rhythm as you shudder against him, not even able to utter a sound as the shock of orgasm flows through you. The intense tension suddenly dissipates with a shiver of pleasure that runs the length of your pussy, leaving it to contract and pulse wonderfully around the cock inside it as a wave of intense warmth radiates out around it, relaxing your body back into his embrace as the feeling pours out to flow through your entire body. As your body ripples against him, you can feel his cock twitching back against you as well, and its pulses of liquid warmth are soon splashing against a sensitive spot deep inside you, and you can soon feel the warmth of his seed sliding down around your walls and over his cock, dripping down slowly from your stretched pussy as you murr nonstop, your pussy still pulsing wonderfully against him. \n\nYou are so enraptured with pleasure that you barely even feel him pull out, your legs still twitching as he gently pulls you back from the wall and sets you back on your feet, turing you around to face him. Your legs are still wobbly, your thighs still twitching from the aftermath of orgasm, and he quickly catches you and pulls you against him. Your face pushes into the soft fur on his chest, and you nuzzle happily against him, letting his embrace support you as your body twitches through one last pulse of orgasm before letting you finally relax. You can hear him panting above you from his own exertion, and you settle against him, comforted by the rise and fall of his chest and the steady, quick rhythm of his breathing.\n\nYou feel a breath against your ear, his head ducking towards yours, and a moment later you can hear him whispering softly in your ear.\n\n"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this day," he says, and you melt all over again, realizing that your unspoken admiration from before was indeed mutual. You aren't really even sure what to say - in your feline society, romance that extends beyond a given period of heat is very unlikely. Still, in the moment, his statement is immensely comforting, and you decide to let your body give a response clearer than the words you are currently able to formulate. You wrap your arms around his massive chest as far as they will go, returning his embrace, and purring happily against him. This is apparently answer enough, as he hooks a hand under your butt and lifts you into a warm embrace, the two of you soon face to face, your breasts pressing gently up against his chest as your tongues flick out to play across each other's muzzles. Love or not, the sensation is close enough.\n\nIt doesn't take long for your heat to surge back in response to his touch, and in your current position it takes only a few moments to begin mating anew, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist as your hips settle against him, your pussy lips quickly pushing up against his own renewed arousal and yielding to it instantly. You mate happily face to face, his hands running gently along your back as your tongues intertwine, both of you soon overtaken by the comfortable, familiarly intimate rhythm of your coupling. It is the first of many, and you never leave his embrace for the rest of the day, finally curling up against him in a quiet corner of the room and resting comfortably in his arms. He tries to cuddle with you, but his arms soon drop slackly to his sides, and you can tell that he is completely spent. You snuggle up against him anyway, knowing full well that his desire is probably expended and that tomorrow your heat will probably be satisfied by someone else - nevertheless, as you drift off to sleep, you find yourself feeling intensely happy, cherishing the amazing day you were able to spend together. \n\n[[Enjoy the remainder of your heat]]

You're not quite sure you trust the wizard, but that is a lot of gold… and it couldn't be that bad of a way to spend your heat, could it? After all, you were seriously contemplating being pinned down and mated continuously by dozens of guys in your town, so how much could one wizard really do? You nod at the wizard, agreeing to his terms, although emphasizing specifically that you expect him to hold up his end of the bargain. He assures you that he will, thanking you for your decision, and then without missing a beat asks you to strip in preparation.\n\nYou do as he asks, taking off your leathers and the bra and panties beneath. He takes your clothes and equipment, folding them neatly and placing them on the cart, then turning back to you and admiring your lithe body. He then begins to wave his arms, reciting an arcane incantation, and you can feel the shimmer of a magical aura around you. You stand up straight, feeling the energy tingling around you as the wizard finishes his incantation. Then he waves his arm around in a final flourish, two fingers extended, and the motion completes as he places the fingers between your legs, resting them lightly on top of your pussy lips.\n\nYou shiver at the touch, as you feel the magic energy snap inward, infiltrating your body and imbuing itself in your limbs. The energy feels warm and comfortable, shimmering as it moves to encompass all of you, and you are distracted enough that it takes a moment for you to realize that your limbs are moving on their own. You soon find yourself kneeling down in a patch of soft grass, then getting comfortably on your hands and knees, your back naturally arching as your ass angles upward to put your cute pink pussy on display, your tail curved over and out of the way. It's a comfortable position to be in, your body feeling just right, and you are content to sit there in a traditional display for a while to see what happens. After a moment, though, with no attention coming your way, you think about shifting back down… and realize that you can't. The magic has somehow frozen your body in place, and your limbs no longer respond to your command. You are frozen in place, exposed and defenseless, ready to be used in any way. You realize that the wizard was being literal - you really are now a fucktoy.\n\nThe shock of the realization is compounded by a new sound, emanating from within the cottage - the unmistakable sound of a dog's bark. With your head locked in place, you can only see in front of you, and the wizard's knees quickly move out of view as you hear him opening the door. \n\n"Here, Mr. Barnaby!" he calls, and another bark answers him, followed by the padding of feet, and the wizards legs come into view once again, accompanied by a lumbering sheepdog with shaggy, off-white fur, sturdy legs - and between them bobs a thick pink cock, already mostly erect with the knot clearly visible. You realize with horror that the wizard left something important out of his description: not only are you going to be a fucktoy, you're going to be a doggy fucktoy.\n\nThe wizard lets go of the dog's collar, his legs fading from view, and soon enough the dog does too. You can still hear him, though, padding around behind you, and a moment later you feel his wet nose push up against your mound, taking in the scent of your heat. It's not the one he's used to, but it seems good enough, and for an animal like a dog, you know, any female presenting like that and not actively denying its advances is fair game. A moment later, his body presses against you, his forelegs grazing your hips, and in response your body seems to compress, your flesh somehow different and yielding to his weight, while at the same time letting out a… squeak? His first attempt misses, the cock pressing up against your buttock, and when he jumps back off and makes another attempt, your body yields and squeaks in the same way. You realize that you're more than just a doggy fucktoy, you're also a squeaky toy, and you know the dog is already enjoying playing with you. You also know that it's only a matter of time before his cock gets lucky and finds its mark, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the animal's eventual mounting. You can't even cry at the humiliation of being used by the creature, with no love, or romance, or even the cursory touching of your kind before instinct kicks in, just raw, animal lust.\n\nOn his fourth attempt, he finds his mark, hooking his forelegs over your hips to lock against your thighs as he thrusts into you. Your heat is still present enough to make the dog's entry effortless, your body easily yielding to the animal's rapid thrusts, squeaking each time his weight falls on you as his tip spears into you deep inside. To your surprise and disgust, the thrusting begins to feel good, your pussy lips wrapping around his cock and rubbing in and out with each thrust. Eventually, you come, the twitching of your pussy the only motion in your entire body, and the dog uses the occasion to shove his knot all the way into your pulsing hole, your lips resisting only for a moment before they give way and the dog enters you fully, immediately throbbing warmly within you and spurting jet after jet of seed towards the entrance to your womb. The dog stays on top of you for what seems like ages, his cock resting in your pussy like he owns it, dominating his new fucktoy and laying his muzzle against your neck to let you know where you stand. It's a moot point, seeing as how you can offer no resistance at all, and after a while his knot shrinks down just enough for him to remove it behind you with a wet pop. You can feel his bestial seed trickling down your passage, dribbling down across your lips and tickling as it slides over your clit and drips down from the edge of the hood onto the grass below. You feel disgusted and degraded, your vision locked on the vista of trees ahead which is the only thing you can see, as the dog enters your field of view, displaying its drenched cock in a way that seems almost proud. He paces in a few circles around you, but on the third time stops behind you, and you realize that there will be little respite as his legs hook around you again, an attempt that quickly finds its mark, giving your hole another frenzied fucking and emphatic knotting. \n\nThe dog uses you at least a half-dozen more times before the sun goes down, and the wizard calls him back inside. You are, apparently, quite literally a fucktoy, in that the spell has kept your consciousness while seemingly made your body in some way inanimate - you require neither food nor water, and are unable to even feel what must be a usually chilly night. Your new form makes it impossible to sleep, though, and you spend the night staring into the darkness, regretting your decision and cursing your helplessness. You realize now that there is nothing to compel the wizard to keep his promise - with you immobilized, he can probably put you someplace out of the way and keep you here indefinitely, forever his slave to be used by whatever animals he happens to have. \n\nThe feeling is only reinforced when the sun rises, and the dog is let out again - it must have been pent up without access to a female for so long, as it spends most of the day fucking you repeatedly, and in between you can hear various people coming up the path, apparently noticing you naked in the wizard's front yard, and happily having their way with you when you offer no resistance, taking your presentation as an invitation. By the end of the day, your pussy lips are sore and stretched mercilessly from the animal's repeated knottings, and you mutely resign yourself to your fate of being a fucktoy, used and abused by animals day after day after day. \n\nOn the seventh day, though, something unexpected happens: the sun comes up, and there is no padding of feet, no snuffling from the massive sheepdog, no cock poking at you randomly until it inevitably finds your hole and uses it as a cum receptacle. An hour goes by, two, and then you feel a sudden tingling in your limbs, like they'd fallen asleep and are suddenly waking up. Your enforced stance suddenly gives way and you collapse in a heap, struggling to right yourself on limbs that still feel weak, but are under your control once again. You get unsteadily into a crouch, looking around and trying to assess the situation before realizing that wizard, dog, cottage and garden are all completely gone, leaving you sitting there naked in the middle of a small, grassy clearing a short ways off the main path. Lying neatly beside you is a small wrapped bundle, which you unfold to reveal all of your clothes and equipment, and a small scrap of parchment with a few hasty words of apology. There is also the pouch of gold, but when you look into it, you realize that the wizard's illusion also apparently inflated the amount of gold within; even so, what's left is still considerably more than what you could have received from selling a week's worth of hunting. While the wizard had misled you, he was mostly true to his promise, and even as you grimace inwardly at the humiliation of the ordeal and your somewhat sore pussy, you are at least pleased at the resolution, heading back into town with your loot, feeling relief that your heat is finally over.\n\nWhen you get back to town, though, while you are certain that the ache and need of estrus are gone, your pussy is still tingling and oozing its own wetness into your panties - and you quickly come to figure out at least part of the other "gift" the wizard gave you: heat or not, your body's arousal never quite goes away. You now have a baseline of sexual excitement following you everywhere you go, and a pussy that is now perpetually engorged, wet, and ready for the pleasure of a thorough mating. Eventually, you learn that your heat has been separated somehow from this other type of lust, and that your fertility is now completely under your control - you can have kids if and when you want, or set the whole notion aside for a life of hunting and exploration, or whatever else you might want to pursue. That being said, your state of pseudo-heat can be slightly annoying at times, as it often means that your hunting trips are frequently interrupted by a newfound tendency to hump the majority of men who happen to cross your path. On the other had, when you're back in town, your condition makes you quite popular, and you are never again lacking for a man - or two, or three - to keep your bed, and pussy, warm and comfortably filled whenever you desire... which is now, admittedly, quite often. The only major side effect of the change is that a squeak occasionally emanates from your lips unbidden when you experience a particularly forceful thrust - oddly enough, though, your partners don't seem to find it funny at all, and it often spurs them on to mate you as intensely as they can, something that you discover you do not mind at all.\n\nYour more frequent contacts with people also mean that you hear many interesting things from other explorers, a few of whom even seem to know the wizard in question, and his more troublesome tendencies - for example, from one of your partners, you learn that on the same day the wizard acquired his large new dog, his talented your assistant disappeared, never to be seen again. \n\nSome months later, on another hunting trip, you spot the wizard's cottage again, deposited in a random clearing in the middle of the forest. Wisely, you keep your distance, observing him for a moment from the shelter of some tall brush. The wizard is still tending to his garden, as his dogs romp in front of the house - there are two of them now, one male and one female, with the female bearing the subtle telltale signs of pregnancy. As you watch her, you are convinced that you can see the occasional spark of intelligence flash behind her eyes, a consciousness trying to escape the cognitive limitations of her new form… and you realize that, as humiliating as it was, you escaped your encounter with the wizard relatively easily.\n\nTHE END

You feel the man come up behind you, and he barely hesitates as he sees the position you are in, crouched low with your head near the ground and your ass in the air, legs slightly spread to present him with your pussy at exactly the right angle. However unusually you might have reactd before, your behavior is now exactly what he expects, and he knows how to proceed. Claws swipe down quickly, tearing at your panties, and you can feel them as they glide through the fur beneath, just above the skin. Two quick swipes and the panties are in tatters; a third tears at the side bands and they tug agonizingly at your crotch before the fabric fails completely and they are ripped away, leaving you squirming. He leans forward, putting his hands on your shoulders to make sure you stay down, and you purr at his touch. A moment later, the tip of his cock traces along the topmost part of your inner thigh before trailing across your folds, quickly finding your inner lips and spreading them apart. Surprisingly, he doesn't shove his way inside, instead pushing in slowly and smoothly, letting you feel every inch as he fills you. As he settles deep inside you, finding that ache and pleasantly rubbing it into oblivion, you feel his hands come off your shoulders and hit the ground on either side of you, supporting most of his weight as he slowly bends his upper body down to settle lightly on top of you, licking your neck to elicit purrs of delight as he gently grinds against you. Suddenly, he pulls out quickly, and the purring quickly becomes a yowl of pain as his spines rake against you, but he hardly pauses before thrusting back inside again, and the feeling of being filled again instantly relaxes you and causes the pain to subside. As he continues, your body's sensations quickly adapt to the mating as they usually do, and the pain from the raking spines quickly turns into pleasure as your body properly interprets the strokes that you know are making you rapidly fertile. You push your hips back up at him, trying to get him to drive into you as deeply as possible, and the thrusts build up in pleasure until you yowl loudly enough to rouse the entire town, your back arching and hips shaking as you writhe in the throes of a powerful orgasm, turning the world a strange, sparkling white as any last vestiges of thought momentarily fade in a sea of pure, liquid ecstacy that seems to stretch on and on. When it finally does fade, the first thing you feel is his tip engaging against something deep inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of warm fluid that seems to quench the remaining ache of heat on contact. He rakes you one final time as he pulls out, the sensation driving you back into orgasm, as your pussy seems to throb endlessly with strong, delighful contractions, each one seeming to relax you further until you practically pass out, enjoying an oddly uncharacteristic catnap as you feel him lift your relaxed form and hold you in his arms, and you purr gently as you snuggle up against his chest.\n\nWhen you fully awaken again, you find yourself on a mat in a brightly-lit room with high windows off the back of a tavern's kitchen. You are completely naked again, and don't seem to mind as the grey-furred man rejoins you. It turns out that he is the owner of the tavern in question, and he, the male members of his staff, and the occasional tavern guest happily indulge your heat over the next several days; as it has by now fully manifested, you eagerly take them up on their offer, scratching up the mat, walls and floor as they mate you to your heart's content. The owner is also an excellent cook, and you enjoy his delicious, meat-heavy cuisine in the few brief breaks when you are temporarily sated and can give thought to something other than mating. He is almost sad to see you leave when your heat is over, but promises to keep you well-supplied with his cooking while you are heavy with his litter. You finally heat home, your heat exhausted, knowing that the next few months will be filled with less hunting and exploring, and more sitting around being bored and waiting for your kittens to arrive. Imagining the pile of tiny, furry faces looking up at you, though, you suddenly realize, oddly enough, that you're just fine with that.\n\nTHE END

You decide to go into town and figure out what to do before your heat truly gets going in earnest. There is a part of you that wonders if you can make it back without the mixed cum from a dozen men dripping down your thighs on the return trip, but it makes sense to try - far better than attempting to brave the unknown dangers of the forest in your condition. \n\nYou exit your house and walk down the dirt path towards the center of town, attracting a few glances along the way but not much else, as your scent is still mostly masked.\n\nThe market square would be the easiest place to stock up on meat and other supplies if you want to try to quickly stock up and then stay in for the duration, but it is sure to be the most crowded spot in town. You do know of a woman that runs a small shop on the other side of town, though, and she usually has some decent dried meats - you could try to take the backstreets and alleyways between buildings to visit her shop instead, where you would probably encounter less people.\n\nOf course, you also realize as you walk towards the preiphery of the town proper, there is always the path of least resistance - instead of spending a lot of effort trying to fight it, you could simply and easily give your body what it wants, and get properly bred in the traditional way of your village. All you would have to do would be to eschew your other errands and go directly to the "meeting" hall, where many women spend their heat. Despite its name, the hall resembles a bordello more than anything else, and the only meetings that take place there are those of the intimate variety; however, for a feline such as yourself it can be a very compelling environment, communal and playful with an abundance of willing partners. Once you step within its doors, however, it is a certainty that you will be thoroughly bred by the time you leave.\n\nWhere do you want to go:\n\n[[Visit the market square]]\n\n[[Take the alleyways to the shop]]\n\n[[Give in and venture inside the meeting hall]]

Despite your concerns, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you venture onto the brightly-lit, peaceful-looking path. After taking a few steps, you look back the way you came, and instead of seeing the grove and fork in the path from before, the path appers to terminate in a tightly-packed stand of dark, impassable trees. The feeling you have that this is a trap is only confirmed by this sudden, and probably magical transformation, but you now have no choice but to move forward - a quick glance into the forest to either side confirms that you will run into similar issues venturing off to either side. \n\nThe path continues onward for a short while, finally terminating in a quiet, peaceful glade, which prominently features a large, thick-trunked tree with a pleasant, shady canopy made up of dense, rustling foliage. In short, it's a perfect place to rest under, and in the midst of all this perfection, is the most obviously suspicious object here. Still, since you're already here, you might as well investigate it. \n\nYou walk over tentatively to stand under the tree, and when you look up it is immediately obvious what is causing all of the rustling: writhing in the canopy of the tree are dozens of bright green, sinewy tendrils, glistening with slimy moisture along their lengths until they terminate in strongly phallic tips. The bark along the trunk also ripples and shifts away as you approach, revealing an additional mass of tendrils. You've apparently stumbled onto a tentacle tree (of course, there would have to be such a thing given the world you live in), and a few of the tentacles are already dropping down towards you - they'll be in grappling range within moments!\n\n[[Attack the tentacles]]\n\n[[Run from the tentacles]]

You leave the path, wandering around through the sparsely-spaced trees and looking around for something interesting to hunt. You consider unslinging your bow, but you can already feel a bit of adrenaline from considering a hunt, and you realize that you'd rather try to pounce on something up close and personal. Shifting the knife on your belt into a position where you can draw it quickly, you feel your body naturally crouch down, your legs tensed as you begin to prowl slowly between the trees, your eyes scanning across the various small clearings in search of unsuspecting prey.\n\nUnfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any obvious prey around. You push further into the area, taking a moment to stalk a couple of birds pecking at something on the ground, but they give up on their task and fly away on their own accord before you can even get close. Feeling slightly discouraged, you continue onward, as the trees begin to get more closely-spaced and cluttered with underbrush. You get caught up in a bit of it, snarling and hacking at the foliage with your knife, but as you break through one of your feet catches on a protruding root and sends you tumbling forward. Your knife tumbles away as you throw your hands out in front of you to prevent a complete faceplant, but the motion is slightly late - you end up on your elbows, your legs flopped out straight behind you, not quite prone atop a patch of grass in another small clearing. \n\nYou cough for a moment, trying to regain your breath from the sudden impact with the ground. Next, you look around the ground nearby for your knife, seeing it laying off to the side. You reach out for it, but before your hand can touch the hilt, a boot comes down and steps firmly on the flat of the blade.\n\nYou look up into the face of a canine man, with features similar to that of a wolf, his muzzle twisted into a nasty grin. He is naked from the waist up, but judging by the rest of his clothes, he appears to be from a village not all that far away across the forest - one which your village has had conflicts with from time to time. He doesn't seem to be a soldier, though, or a brigand - judging by the type of bow strung across his back, he's probably a hunter like yourself. Of course, given the look on his face and the position you're currently in, his particular position doesn't matter, and you realize that you might be in considerable trouble. This impression is confirmed when several other pairs of footsteps sound nearby, and four other similarly-dressed wolves approach.\n\n"Well, isn't this interesting," the wolf standing above you growls. "A little kitty cat has stumbled into one of our hunting grounds. Oh yes, we're going to have plenty of fun with you. Try and run if you like, or fight, but we've got you, and the things we're going to do with-"\n\nOne of the other wolves has wandered up during the other's somewhat hackneyed attempt at a threatening monologue, and unexpectedly flashes out a hand and gives the talking wolf a smack across his muzzle.\n\n"Why are you such a fool all the time?" The new wolf snarls, baring his teeth. "Don't you remember what happened the last time? The last thing we want to do is give those cat-eyes another excuse to raid the village in retaliation! You moron, it was your own brother who started this nonsense the last time, and you remember what they did to him, right? I'm not letting someone else get their entrails splashed on the ground because you couldn't keep yourself under control, so back off and let me think. Plus, we do that, one of those nosy "official" patrols shows up, she starts screaming about us attacking her, and who knows what kind of a mess gets stirred up."\n\nThe other wolf turns back towards you. "You are in our hunting grounds, though. We'd be in our rights to kick you out at least, or take anything you've caught, but you don't look like you've had any more success than we have…" The wolf pauses, sniffing at the air, and you quickly realize what scent he's picked up when he begins to grin too.\n\n"Rai'ar, you really are an idiot. You can't even use your nose properly?"\n\n"Huh? What do you mean? I don't need to smell anything, I can see her right-"\n\n"Yes, yes, I know that, but it's not being able to smell that she's there, but being able to know what's going on with her scent."\n\n"I still don't-"\n\n"You have been hunting before, haven't you? I know it doesn't smell quite the same as with our bitches, but you'd have to have been raised in a cave not to notice that the cat-bitch in front of us is in heat." He pauses to sniff again. "Reasonably well into heat, in fact. And you know what that means, right?"\n\n"That she's a bitch in heat?"\n\n"Do I seriously need to smack you again? No, you fool, it means that your pathetic ideas about forcing her are completely pointless. Think about it: she's a bitch in heat, and sooner or later, she's gonna need what we've got. We don't need to threaten her, or force her, or take any risks - all we have to do be around her for a while, and it won't be long before she's begging us to mount her!" \n\nHe looks back down at you, a triumphant smile on his face, and you can feel your ears dipping lower. He's found you out, and you know that he isn't wrong - despite the initial sense of threat, your eyes are already drifting away from their sharp-toothed muzzles and down across their furry chests, which, given that they are all hunters, are quite well-defined. They seem to be under control enough in the presence of what is probably their alpha wolf, but you know that they will have no trouble keeping pace with you if you try to run, and eventually their persistence will pay off as their presence overwhelms your body with desire. You know now how the next stage of your heat will almost inevitably play out, and while you are still wary about how your new companions might treat you given the rivalry between your villages, you know that at the very least, they won't leave you stuck with a litter at the end of it.\n\nThe alpha wolf stretches out a hand, helping you to your feet, and he at least seems relatively gracious, although you can't help but see the bulge pushing steadily out and up toward the top of his leather pants. Your eyes fixate on the sight for a moment, imagining what it would look like, how it would feel poking in through your folds and filling you up, how comfortable it would be… you shake off the thoughts, but your pussy throbs momentarily at the notion, and you can already feel a trickle of moisture dripping down to run between your pussy lips. Nevertheless, you try to keep your composure as the wolf begins to speak. \n\nHis proposal is simple: join them for their hunt, and they'll share their spoils with you and then return you to your territory. Of course, the other conditions are left unspoken: with five of them to one of you, you know there's no way they'll leave you alone even if you refuse their proposal, and all of you are well aware that nature will soon take over, and when it does you know that they will all eagerly have their turn with you. Of course, given that you are used to feline mating, such a fate hardly seems problematic, or even all that unusual. Despite a hint of nervousness, you force a smile and accept his offer, your pussy tingling and the warmth of heat spreading as your body anticipates what is soon to come - your mind, however, is contemplating whether there are any reasonable plans for escape. While the chances are slim, and the consequences if you fail are not particularly problematic, you are still nervous about some of their apparent antagonism, and decide that having an alternate plan just in case is probably prudent.\n\nThe alpha wolf walks a short distance away and calls the other wolves over. They huddle for a moment, conversing in whispers, before stepping back and gesturing for you to join them. The one called Rai'ar, you notice, has tucked your knife into his belt alongside his own, although no one has suggested that you surrender your bow - you realize that they probably figure they'll be close enough to you that they could quickly overwhelm you if you tried to take them on. That is, you realize, exactly what they intend to do: as they move forward on their hunt, they fan out into a fairly tight formation that puts them on the points of a star, with you directly in the center. This means that as the group begins to move forward through the trees, your gaze ends up playing across three sets of broad shoulders and rippling back muscles, not to mention three sets of nice buns in reasonably tight leather pants. In back of you, you can practically feel two other sets of eyes giving your body a similar treatment, and you know full well that your leather bikini bottoms don't exactly leave much to the imagination. \n\nYou know that there's a part of you that admires the attention, even from a man of a different species, although at the same time you can't help but feel a little miffed that you've been all but captured by these men, the question of who you will end up mating with first this heat decided for you. That, and you're still more than a little concerned about the one named Rai'ar, who seems to have a problem with you - probably something to do with the brother he lost when someone attacked his village, but given that your own village has been largely peaceful for years, he's probably confused you with a member of one of the other feline villages in the vicinity. As filled with conflicting thoughts as your mind is, though, there is a part of you that is already itching to shove all of that conscious thought aside, trying to shunt it away in favor of images, emotions, and actions. You soon find yourself spending much more time looking at the backsides of the wolves in front of you, feeling the tingling itch of heat building quickly between your legs, and considering how easy and comfortable it would be to shed your bikini and panties and settle into a nice mounting position right there on the soft loam of the forest floor. \n\nSomehow, you continue to walk ahead, and while your continued arousal means that you need to walk carefully and not particularly stealthily, at least your arousal isn't immediately broadcast. While the wolves around you appear to be scanning the area carefully for game, on occasion even drawing their bows and nocking an arrow to point at a nearby sound, all of you are well aware of the true nature of the hunt: you are, essentially, the prey, and the wolves around you are simply going through the motions, waiting for the quickly approaching point when your hormones overwhelm you and you willingly succumb to their attentions. \n\nAlready, the wolves in front are beginning to look back expectantly. They soon begin to pause more and more frequently, ostensibly in order to observe easily spooked game, but more often than not you notice them turning around to look you over instead. When they do turn around, you notice that their erections are clearly visible, pink tips poking just above their waistbands and already glistening with drops of canine precum. As their arousal increases, their scents grow more potent, and the strong male smells, despite being from a different species, are quickly stoking your own arousal and making it harder to concentrate on the situation - whatever slight plans you might have had to find an escape from this situation are quickly fleeing from your mind, along with the desire to escape itself. Your conscious mind is further distracted by the fact that the wolves behind you are drifting closer, and every time one comes close a hand seems to brush against you: along your back, across your hip, sliding down your thigh, giving your butt a gentle squeeze through your leather bikini. Each touch serves to raise your arousal just a bit more, making your body just a bit more sensitive, which means that each subsequent touch feels better and better, driving your thoughts away with the increasingly pleasurable sensations. As their teasing continues, you become intensely aware of the tight fabric of your panties pressing tighter and tighter against your swollen mound, the slight shift of the fabric with every step quickly becoming almost unbearably stimulating. You can feel the fabric beginning to soak through as your strides become even more careful and irregular, each step threatening to send a throb of pleasure coursing through your abdomen. One of them soon does, and you take a stumbling step forward, your tail thrashing about to balance yourself as your hips thrust on their own and your thighs press together instinctively, your ankles rolling inward as you wait for the sensation to pass. In a moment you recover, but you know for sure that the duo behind you got a good glimpse of what happened, and that they're probably well aware of what it means…\n\nYou continue onward, trying to struggle through and form a plan even as your thoughts become harder and harder to string together, the occasional touches now sending shivers of sparks coursing up your spine, each one adding to the warmth in your belly and the tingling need between your legs, your mound so sensitive that you can barely make it a half-dozen wobbly steps between each throb of your pussy and thrust of your hips. You know the heat is overwhelming you, but even as it does, you feel a wave of energetic happiness as your body takes over, washing away your lingering anxieties in a torrent of pent-up lust. The next time the feeling between your legs overwhelms you, you let out a delighted, erotic moan, letting the feeling flow through you. When one of the men behind you reaches out to give you another teasing touch to determine your state, you purr happily and lean over in the direction of the touch, snuggling up against his side. He seems momentarily startled by your actions, but quickly grabs you around the waist and pulls you against him, his erection poking firmly against your butt as you revel in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You snuggle up against him, your hips already thrusting up against him as your body tries to align the poking tip with your sensitive mound, purring contentedly as your body gives in fully to its desires. Glancing up for a moment, you recognize the wolf holding you as the one called Rai'ar, but you don't feel even the slightest twinge of fear as your desire overtakes you. In fact, you hardly feel perturbed at all when you feel his foot tuck in front of your and trip you up, sending you sprawling onto a spread of pine needles on the forest floor with him on top of you. You quickly recover onto all fours, and as he rolls off you, your back arches and your hips jut out naturally as your body assumes its instinctual mounting position. You thrust your ass in the air, moaning plaintively, a sound which seems to elicit an odd whistling sound from Rai'ar. \n\n"Huh, you really are a heated bitch, ain't'cha? Well, it's time to give you exactly what you deserve!" You can hear the snarl in his voice, but you hardly care; your body is ready, and it's already miffed that he's still talking rather than doing something more interesting. He doesn't talk for long, though, as a pair of hands grab at the waist of your bikini and panties underneath, pulling them off your hips before you hear the fabric tearing under the impact of claws and trailing across your thighs as they pull away. His hands quickly return to your hips, his claws extended just enough to press in against your hips intriguingly, although not deep enough to draw blood - at least not yet. You shiver at the touch, though, your pussy quivering even as his tip shoves up hard between your pussy lips, jabbing intensely at your clit before the pressure and the natural shape of your ridges guides him downward, pressing warmly against your flesh before stretching your lips apart and jabbing in all the way down to his still-forming knot. A distant part of you realizes that he probably meant for the first thrust to be savage and painful, punishing you while establishing his dominance, but his sudden thrust has quite a different effect. Given your heated state, your pussy is more than ready for him, your passage stretching comfortably to receive his cock and your copious, panty-drenching lubrication allowing him to slide in with out any resistance or discomfort. On the contrary, his reverberating thrust against your clit combine with the sensation of his warmth and the gentle friction against your sensitive pussy lips and insides serve to easily drive you over the edge, your pent-up arousal releasing early as you shudder and moan through a quick, intense orgasm, your pussy squeezing and pulsing around his warm cock even as you feel it twitching back from the attention. Rai'ar, for his part, lets out an aroused, lilting whimper, his claws pulling back and his hands unclenching as his whole demeanor seems to shift, his own instincts taking over as he leans down over you. Unexpectedly, he pulls his body in close, his thighs pressing up intently against your before his hips begin to rapidly rock, thrusting in and out of you in the rapid, intense motions of canine mating. You feel your body rocking forward rapidly in response to the new motions, even as his upper body nuzzles against you with an unusual gentleness, his breath warm against your ear. You come down from the orgasm, your back arching further and your hips rocking back as you get into the new motion, the feeling of being mated in this fashion less intense but still quite pleasant. The cock thrusting inside you is smooth, without the spines of a feline cock to provide additional heat-quenching stimulation, but the quick pace is enjoyable, the wolf's somewhat thicker cock tugging alluringly at your pussy lips as they stretch around it, and each backstroke pulls them back enough that the hood at their very top tugs gently down against your clit and slides tantalizingly back as he pushes back in, the rapid back-to-back sensations almost causing you to bite at your lip as your body quivers against him, sparks dancing through every part of you as your body tenses for another quickly-building orgasm. Rai'ar, despite his earlier anger, seems completely changed as he gets into it wholeheartedly, seeming overwhelmed by the sensations as his almost feminine moans and whimpers sound in your ear, in between mumbled words that you quickly make out as awkwardly phrased proclamations of his sudden undying love for you. The unexpected transition is oddly comforting, and you are happy to purr in response, although the purring quickly climbs the register as it transforms into a set of staccato, sputtering moans that sound out in time with each thrust, your body soon shuddering through one orgasm, and then another. Even as your pussy still throbs against him, you can feel him thrusting quicker and harder, your pussy lips starting to stretch uncomfortably as his thick knot pushes against them, trying to spread them around its girth. Even as you can feel them starting to stretch, though, a voice rings out above you.\n\n"Rai'ar, you'd better not knot her out here. These woods aren't the safest place ever, and if some beast comes along when the two of you are stuck together, you're gonna be as screwed as she is."\n\n"Aww, you gotta be kidding me," Rai'ar whimpers, but you can feel his thrusts slackening in force. It doesn't stop him from moaning against you a few moments later, though, his knot nuzzling against you as his cock shudders inside you, letting out bursts of heat that settle wetly inside you. Even as you ease back, sure that he's going to soon be finished, he somehow continues to come, the warmth seeming to fill you inside, until you can feel it seeping back along your walls around his cock, dripping out around it to trickle down your lips and dribble warmly across your clit below, the unusual sensation flowing across it driving you to another climax. You can hear Rai'ar groan behind you as the last few drops are milked from his spent member, and you can feel a spurt of your combined fluids leak out of your pussy with each contraction. Finally, he pulls back, and you pull your own body into a sort of crouch, your hips still thrusting occasionally as copious amounts of his warm cum pour down between your still-stretched lips and puddle on the ground below.\n\nYou can hear Rai'ar growling a short distance away. "Aaouwww! Arrgh, I really wanted to knot her…"\n\n"Hey," one of the other wolves speaks up nearby. "You know, I don't think the cabin's that far from where we are right now. Why don't we bring her back there? We should be safe enough from most creatures once we're inside, and then we can take as much time as we need…"\n\nYou can hear the other wolves bark in agreement, and a moment later two of them help you to your feet. You still feel somewhat unsteady, your hips and knees still a bit wobbly as your body recovers from the vigorous humping. You are soon able to walk well enough, though, even as fluids continue to mat your fur as they trickle down your thighs. The wolves occasionally steady you as they guide you through the woods, and as dazed as you are from the emphatic mating, you hardly even notice that your bikini is long gone and that you are naked from the waist down, surely ogled by the wolves walking behind you and only increasing their arousal as you wind your way between tree trunks. \n\nSoon, the wood-framed cabin is visible in a small clearing, stone chimney and all, the very image of a small rustic hunting retreat. You don't have much of a chance to examine it, though, as the wolves quickly hustle you up onto the porch and through the cabin's solid wood door, closing it behind you and swinging down a heavy metal bar to secure it. The cabin does indeed appear to be secured against most anything short of a dragon, but at the same time you realize that you are effectively locked inside as well - while you are reasonably fit for a feline woman, the bar looks sufficiently heavy enough that it probably takes the wolves' brute strength to open.\n\nThe wolves take off the bow and quiver slung over your back, then release you above a wide, low-backed sort of couch, upholstered in some sort of animal hide. After what you've been through so far, you are more than happy to let gravity take its course, plopping yourself down heavily on the sofa, and feeling the soft grain of the leather settle against your butt, and moments later against your still-swollen mound as you sink down against the cushions. Even with the limited relief of a good mating, you still squirm a bit at the intensity of the feeling - your heat is far from over, and you know that while it persists, your sensitivity will only increase until your heat is fully sated.\n\nFor the moment, the wolves seem to be leaving you alone, placing their bows on a rack that runs along the wall near the entryway while talking amongst themselves. Your keen feline ears can easily pick up their conversation, although it seems to consist mainly of the rest of them razzing Rai'ar over his overly emotional mating cries, especially after his faux-dominance act from before. They also talk about the events of their hunt, and of course about you: you feel somewhat relieved when one of them mentions that they apparently recognize your equipment and list off your correct village, one which they are not in conflict with, and you can see the fur on their necks relax slightly at the news. You realize that instead of worrying about you as a threat, they can now see you much more as you are: a horny, sexy, half-naked catgirl that they get to have as much fun with as they want. This is confirmed as their topic quickly switches to the events of the evening, and they begin to discuss the various ways they want to mate you, and how good it will feel when your pussy is wrapped around their knots…\n\nListening to them talk, you get the impression that while the wolf from before is a little more respected, none of them are really alphas, so much as just a comradely group of lower-ranked hunters. You're glad of that, at least - if they had been soldiers, you're not sure what state you'd be in right now. Of course, if they were soldiers, they'd probably have known immediately that your features and dress didn't match those of the village they were apparently sparring with; all things considered, though, aside from Rai'ar's apparent bluffing hostility, none of them have treated you all that badly. They seem to be pretty much how they look: a quintet of horny male hunters, happy to have come across an equally horny female to provide warmth and entertainment for their evening.\n\nSettling back against the couch, you take a moment to asses your situation. It's quite simple, really: You've been "captured," you're locked in a house with five horny wolfmen, and you're naked from the waist down, the sights and scents of your heat on ready display. In just a few moments, said horny wolves are going to finish their conversation and walk over to you, at which point they are most likely going to press you down against the couch, pull your legs apart, and have their way with you, one after another. That this will happen is inevitable: despite their relatively pleasant demeanor, you sincerely doubt at this point they would take no for an answer, and they could easily overcome any token resistance you might put up - plus, in your heated state, you know that as soon as you feel their touch against you, your body will quickly cease to offer any resistance whatsoever. In short, while it hasn't happened quite yet, you know that you are about to be well and truly fucked… and, you quickly realize, completely happy with that outcome. Sure, it's a bit irksome that your choice of mates was made for you, but there was a high likelihood of that anyway once your heat progressed enough. In every other way, though, the encounter is about as ideal as you could hope for: a safe environment away from any dangerous feral creatures, plenty of eager male attention to keep you busy and hopefully sated, and no risk of pregnancy due to their species. You realize that there's absolutely no reason to fight it: the situation is nearly perfect, and your body is completely happy with it, more than ready to put any last concerns aside, and use the energy instead to snuggle and purr against the couch cushions as it prepares itself for another round of mutually enjoyable mating.\n\nThe decision made, you can feel the last vestiges of fight-or-flight tension leaving your body. Relaxing the tension also serves to inflame your heat, and you feel your hips roll back automatically, grinding your mound against the soft leather and releasing a soft moan from your muzzle in response. Even though there is no fire roaring yet in the expansive fireplace, in your heated state the cabin feels comfortably warm, and the situation begins to feel more and more right, everything seeming more vibrant and pleasant as you let the sensations of heat flow through your body unrestrained. \n\nGiven that you're already half-naked, and unlikely to be covered up any time soon given the wolves' plans for you, you decide to go the rest of the way, undoing the ties on your top and sliding it off over your head, slightly relieved as its constriction fades away. The bra follows suit, draped over one of the armrests, and you lean over and curl up on the couch with your head resting on the armrest on the opposite side, looking over at the quartet of wolves walking over towards you. \n\nAs Rai'ar fusses with something in a corner of the cabin, the others stand in front of the couch, looking over your naked form approvingly. Taking a cue from your unclothed state, they all almost simultaneously reach for the ties on their leather pants, and within moments are as naked as you are. They are well-affected by your appearance and heat, and from your position on the couch you are quickly faced with four engorged, fully erect canine cocks, each one enticingly thick, and all of them quickly beginning to dribble precum. The sight and the renewed intensity of their scents sends your heat into overdrive, your mind focusing solely on the throbbing red poles arrayed in front of you, the focus so intent that you don't take even a moment to glance up at their faces to see which cock matches up with any particular wolf. Before you even consciously think about doing something, you find yourself rolling over onto your stomach. Your head nuzzles against the armrest and your breasts rocking against the couch cushions as your ass starts to wiggle its way into the air, your thighs rising with it as your body nudges itself into a modified mounting position. You can feel your back arch tightly, your feline spine flexing comfortably even as you rest forward on your elbows, your shoulders and chest staying low against the cushions. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see one of them walking behind you, and as you feel the couch cushions shift under his weight as he clambers onto the couch, a tingling thrill of anticipation courses down your spine and sparks between your legs. You purr happily at the feeling, your hips humping back a few times as they tilt upwards just a bit more, your butt wiggling enticingly to the wolf behind you even as your moisture begins to drip out and coat your proudly displayed pussy. As his hands reach out to grasp your hips, you feel another thrill run through you as your body anticipates the imminent mating. Your body is suddenly impatient, so much so that you are unable to wait for his first full thrust; the moment you feel the warmth of his tip nudging up against your pussy, your hips buck back forcefully, engulfing his cock and pulling it deep inside you as he moans at the unexpected ease and quickness of penetration.\n\nHe wastes no time on surprise, though, and quickly gets into the rapid, canine thrusting motion. The feeling is pleasant enough, although not overwhelming - while the initial mating was enough to make you climax mainly from your own pent-up tension, even with the nudging against your clit the sensation only keep you at a high plateau of arousal, without pushing anywhere near the feelings that your body desires to sate your heat. Even so, it still feels good, your body rocking back and forth with his thrusts and the flesh on your butt and thighs reverberating with each impact.\n\nThis continues for a while, pleasant but not exactly earthshaking, the wolf behind you puffing and panting with his continued exertion. After some time, though, you notice the tempo of his thrusts shifting - the pace slows down a little, but the force increases, with quick strokes out followed by longer strokes in, his body pushing hard against you for a second or two before he pulls back for another go. You soon realize the reason for the shift, as one of the strokes leaves the edge of something very thick pressed up against your already opened pussy lips, trying to coax them a little further. Oddly enough, though, after a couple more attempts he pauses completely, leaning down to say something softly in your ear.\n\n"Um… I know this is awkward, but… you can take a knot, right?"\n\nEven despite the shameless situation you are currently in, rutting happily on a couch with a canine cock pressed most of the way inside you, you can almost feel yourself blush beneath your fur. After a moment, you give him a quick nod of assent - during your various experimentations in the wild in previous heats, you have taken your fair share of knots, and your resilient feline pussy has somehow eventually found a way to accommodate every one. This one proves to be no different, as the moment you nod he pulls back and slams a battering-ram thrust back into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly and keeping you from squirming forward away from him as his knot keeps up the pressure on your pussy. You can feel your lips pulling taut and objecting to the thick knot trying to pry them open, but after a few more thrusts they become used to the pressure, and you can feel them relaxing and rubbing tautly against the knot, the close contact on your sensitive flesh intensely warm as you can feel your flexible lips stretching further open, bit by bit…\n\nFinally, he gives one more thunderously forceful thrust, and you feel an indescribable sensation as your lips seem to stretch beyond any reason, sliding wetly around the knot as it pushes through, your pelvis shifting oddly and almost seems to dislocate as the entire cock plunging deep into your insides. You can feel the tip of his cock engage against something in the innermost part of your passage, pushing into it intriguingly, and you can feel it begin to yield and stretch around him even as the knot pushes outward against your walls. Even as you adjust to the feeling of the knot, you feel him begin to hump up against you, his cock shifting slightly back and forth even as the knot constrains its motion. With each quick humping motion the tip of his cock nuzzles tantalizingly against the thing deep inside you, and the knot constantly presses up against a sensitive area that for a moment almost oddly makes you want to pee, before quickly shifting over to throb with an unusual pleasure as it is stimulated by the overwhelming pressure constantly stretching your inner walls. It only takes a few additional humps for the odd sensations to grow in intensity and quickly overwhelm you, and you can feel something spurt out of you as your walls clamp down and spasm around him, his gasp of surprise at the sensation audible even over your high-pitched moan as the canine cock finally presses deep enough to provide a truly heat-satiating orgasm.\n\nEven as your pussy cums happily around him, you can hear him groan and hump forward against you, his cock pulsing warmly and spurting cum deep within you. You can feel some of it sliding back and oozing between his cock and your passage, but most of it spurts into the area stretched open by his tip, and you can feel it convulse as the warmth pushes through it and spills into your belly, slowly but surely saturating your womb. You can feel your belly beginning to bulge from his continued pulses when he finally slows, relaxing comfortably on top of you and pressing your body down into the soft sofa cushions as your bodies stay locked together, your stretched pussy completely filled by the cock that continues to thrum warmly inside you. You revel in the warmth as he hugs you close and gently nuzzles at your neck, enjoying the extended respite from the heat - the deep penetration and intense stretching are apparently enough to convince your heated body that it has been successfully mated, and the continued presence of the cock deep inside you seems to be preventing the heat from surging back, as the deepest itch of heat is being continually scratched by the occasional gentle movement of his cock inside you. You even manage to drift off towards something approaching sleep, taking a cat-nap and awakening only when you feel the sensation of his now-deflated knot pulling out of you. You stretch pleasantly, your muzzle widening in a toothy yawn as you arch your back. Of course, you realize belatedly that a luxurious stretch in your current position could easily be interpreted as assuming the mating position again, and before you can even relax back from the stretch your body rocks forward as a quick, reverberating thrust pushes your body gladly into another frantic bout of canine mating, followed by a less frantic and more forceful canine knotting that your already stretched pussy takes to quite easily.\n\nBy the time the night is over, your pussy has been thoroughly stretched around the contours of the two remaining cocks, and even Rai'ar has overcome his reticence from earlier; his mating is slower and gentler, his aroused noises above you oddly endearing, and you drift off to sleep on the couch with his cock knotted comfortably inside you and their combined seed settled warmly in your abdomen.\n\nYour next several days are spent with them, the majority of your time spent lounging lazily on the couch in one of their arms while being thoroughly knotted, interspersed with the steady rhythm of their mating. A couple of them will go out hunting for a few hours at a time, with the remaining three staying in with you, mating you one after the other until the hunting party returns. The luck of the hunters seems to improve while you're there, or perhaps your presence is spurring them to better performance - either way, they start coming back with regular catches. \n\nBeing knotted together for as long as you are, you also soon get to talking with whichever wolf is with you at the moment. The first thing you find out is their names, as you should probably know at least that much about the men who have just thoroughly fucked you, although as you are used to feline mating the notion of anonymous partners is not all that unusual. The others are named Af'ris, Oz'zul, and Cas'sa, and the one you initially mistook for the alpha is San'kr. Oddly enough, you can almost literally hear the apostrophes in their names. Bit by bit, you learn more about them: they are all childhood friends, generally raised together in their village, and were assigned to be hunters when they came of age during a brief, peaceful period in their village. Their village apparently regularly feuds with a couple of nearby feline ones, usually over choice hunting grounds or other petty disputes. San'kr and the others, though, were much happier when they were out hunting, as for the most part they weren't interested in the squabbles, with the possible exception of Rai'ar given what had happened. You also learn that it has been several months since the women in their village last went into heat, something that apparently for them happens for all of them at once, and despite the difference in species they are grateful that they are able to spend so much intimate time with you. San'kr even apologizes, a few days in, and begs you not to report their kidnapping to your village or any of the regional patrols, at which point you assure him that as they've treated you decently and given you what you need, the arrangement truthfully is mutually beneficial.\n\nWhen your heat subsides after several days, the wolves are true to their word, guiding you back to the main path towards your village. Rai'ar even gives you his pants to replace your missing bikini, using some leather strips to decently cinch the waist and leg openings so the garment reasonably fits your form. They also return your knife and bow, and San'kr presents you with a heavy satchel full of fresh game for you to take back and preserve. They all thank you individually before you part ways, with Rai'ar even taking a knee, chivalrously grasping your hand, and imploring for you to come find him the next time you are in heat.\n\nYou return to your village a bit sore from the series of matings your body was not quite designed for, your gait unusually bowlegged as your hips and pelvis slowly shift back into their normal position. The copious amounts of canine jizz in your womb also slowly leaks out over the next several days, leading to quite a number of pairs of soiled panties, and it takes over a month before your pussy tightens back up enough that your pussy lips naturally touch each other on their own. Still, looking back on it, you realize that the experience was almost exactly what you had sought out when you ventured into the forest to resolve your heat, and when the next one rolls around you seriously consider returning to the cabin and taking Rai'ar up on his offer.\n\nTHE END

You enter the forest, with a hint of trepidation - the forest is full of bountiful prey, but also with predators, some far more fierce than you. At the moment, though, all you can see are a pair of butterflies fluttering aimlessly about as the path heads into the forest. A short way in, it branches, with the more established path veering off slightly to the left, and a slightly more overgrown and dillapidated one leading off gently to the right. On your immediate right, though, you notice a path as well, although it's really little more than an animal track, brish beaten down by repeated movement along it. It looks a bit dicey, and heads into a dense stand of trees you can't really see beyond, but on the other hand if it's an animal run, there's a greater chance of something tasty to hunt at the end of it.\n\n[[Take the well-cleared path off to the left|To the left]]\n\n[[Take the worn path off to the right|To the right]]\n\n[[To the animal trail]]

You try to ignore the tingling feeling and get up, knowing from prior experience that as good as masturbation might sound right now, more likely than not you would only end up even more frustrated, without doing much to reduce the onset of heat. You managed to toss your covers most of the way off during the night, so you kick them off the rest of the way, although after a moment's thought you take a corner of them and very gently dab away the remaining moisture on your thighs and crotch. You think about putting on some underwear, but wonder if the sensation will be too annoying against your sensitive parts, already swollen as they are from the heat. You stay naked and head into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast.\n\n[[Get something to eat]]

You decide to make your way into the less densely-packed part of the forest. It takes a bit of effort to hack through the undergrowth at first, but as you anticipated, the forest soon thins out a bit, to the point where you can more easily find a clear path to walk between the trees. After a while, you even find your way onto a decently well-cleared path, with enough of a break in the forest that you can glimpse a line of blue sky above you between the tree canopies as you walk.\n\nThe path winds along, a low hill beginning to build up along the right side of the path, occasionally studded with granite outcroppings. Interestingly enough, while the previous areas were not heavily traveled, you notice someone on the path ahead of you. They are walking briskly, though, so it is hard to catch up to them.\n\nFrom what you can see, the person in front of you is in fact another cat-woman, although from her dress she seems to be from a different village. You walk along quickly, wondering if you should call out to her, but as you are about to do so, she veers off the path and disappears into the side of the rocky slope.\n\nA moment later, you catch up to the sport where she left the path, and notice a jagged vertical opening in the rock just a few steps off the path, leading into a cave. The entrance takes a sharp bend, so you can't quite see what is inside, although there is a deep red glow emanating from the passage. The glow is steady, without the flickering in intensity from a candle or bonfire, so whatever it is is most likely magical in origin.\n\nNevertheless, there is something oddly compelling about the cave, and you feel an almost instinctual desire to discover what's inside, an unusual feeling that is wholly distinct from your still-building heat. On the other hand, given that you just barely escaped being dominated by a rather unfriendly dragon a couple of hours ago, you also feel a certain sense of wariness about venturing into a possibly magic-filled cave. \n\nBeyond the cave, the path seems to curve around to the right, apparently encircling this part of the hill.\n\n[[Enter the glowing cave]]\n\n[[Continue walking on the path around the hill]]

You spend the remaining days of your heat in the meeting hall, your curiosity eventually leading you to try out most of the different things that the hall has to offer, with the eager assistance of many dozens of men. The experience is relaxing and intensely satisfying, as you spend each day shuddering beautifully through orgasms, enjoying the raw sensation of being pinned down and repeatedly mounted, and feeling the warmth and calm of a hundred embraces. Unlike chancing it in the forest, where you risk spending each night unfulfilled (or worse), when each day finishes you find yourself completely satiated. Interestingly enough, even though the libido of the guard you spent the first day with is mostly spent, you can often see him watching you from the periphery, even though he only rarely joins in. At night, though, as you relax from another intense day of mating, he always seeks you out, wrapping you up in his arms and letting you snuggle up against him, and you enjoy the warmth and safety of his embrace as you drift off to sleep each night.\n\nAfter several intensely pleasurable and exhausting days, you finally wake up to the oddly mute sensation in your body that signals the completion of your heat. While the displays around you are suddenly drastically less erotic to you, you still smile as you take in the display of your fellow villages enjoying themselves so immensely. You take one wistful look back, looking around for the guard, but you cant' see any sign of him amidst the sea of writhing bodies. Sighing, disappointed that you weren't able to find the proper words to thank him for gently helping you through your heat, you step back through the obscuring screens and wait while the priestesses quickly fetch your undergarments. You pull them back on, the bra fitting properly now that your breasts are no longer swollen, and the panties pull comfortably into place without provoking any erotic responses. It almost feels disappointing that the intense, erotic feelings of the past few days have faded, but at the same time, it's nice to have a clear head and the ability to walk down the street without succumbing to your undeniable desires. Still, though, you can't help but wonder how soon you'll be able to bump into the guard again, and despite the fact that your heat is well over, you can feel the slightest tingling between your legs at the mere thought of him...\n\nYou return home, allowing yourself a couple of days to rest and allow your body to recover from the experience, hungrily eating through most of your foodstuffs to make up for the energy expended. Soon, the residual soreness between your legs from the rigors of feline mating has subsided, and you spend as much time as you can in the forest, hunting and trading to ensure that you are well-supplied by the time your belly begins to swell. Some of the men you spent time with come by once your pregnancy becomes obvious, offering additional supplies and assistance, and you are well-provisioned by the time you can no longer venture into the forest - sadly, the guard never stops by in person, but one of the women who shares his patrol stops by instead, delivering a large basket of supplies that he personally packed for you, along with a small notecard. It contains only the words "Thank You," along with a small caricature of his smiling face, scar and all. You smile as you read the card, even as a tear threatens to trickle down across your muzzle - you know as well as he does that the only way your tryst will reasonably continue is if you randomly run into him again during your next heat. Nevertheless, you know that the memory of your passionate time together will endure.\n\nYour pregnancy soon leaves you bored and in bed most of the time, and while a part of you is annoyed by being laid up and away from the hunting and scouting that you enjoy, everyone else in the village seems more than happy at your present state. Even through the annoyance, you find yourself anticipating the upcoming birth of your litter… and looking back on the day of intense pleasure with the guard that are still fresh in your memory, you soon find that there is very little in your decision to regret. You lie back in your bed, running your fingers across the fur atop your stretched, swollen belly, and wonder how many of your litter will share his powerful frame and soft, light fur.\n\nTHE END

You decide to take the longer way around to the shop, walking along the alleyways between buildings. It isn't a particularly pleasant walk, as you have to dodge the occasional pile of refuse or the occasional pile of... something else left by an overindulgent patron of one of the taverns. Still, it isn't half bad, and you make fairly good time, only seeing a couple of other people along the way. The tingling does intensify, though, and you can feel it beginning to shift over into a more insistent itch, as your moisture begins to permeate your panties and advertise your smell. You don't think it's gotten too bad, though. \n\nYou make it most of the way to the store, and find yourself walking along a relatively clean and uncluttered alleyway when you realize that your smell has become more noticeable. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who realizes it. As you walk past the corner of one of the buildings, you see a grey blur out of the corner of your eye, and before you can react someone crashes into you, tackling you to the ground. You can feel his weight on top of you, and strong, masculine hands on your shoulders. You turn your head, hissing, to look into the face of a man with sleek grey fur, licking his lips in anticipation. He releases you and sits up, removing his hands to tug at the ties on his suddenly too-tight shorts. He is well aware of your condition, and your mind is suddenly well aware of his as the shorts come off. You realize that all you'd have to do now is just lift your butt in the air, raise your tail to expose the aching wetness between your legs, and give your body the vigorous mating that it desired. Hardly seeming to care about how the man just rudely pounced on you, a grievous offense at any other time, your mind is already imagining how it will feel when he pushes you down and and plunges inside, how wonderful it will feel as he fills you... \n\nIn the dwindling part of your mind that has not been redirected towards preparing your for imminent mating, you know that you still have a short window of time to at least attempt avoiding the near-inevitable breeding, if you can muster up enough command of your body to override your instincts. You could try to get up and bolt away down the alley, hoping that the male presence hasn't pushed the heat to the point of no return. Or you could try the desperation play of attacking the male instead, as acting violently towards his advances might confuse him enough to believe you're not receptive and leave you alone. You can already feel your butt nudging upward on its own accord, and you realize that you need to decide quickly before your body decides for you, if it is not already too late...\n\n[[Raise your tail]]\n\n[[Charge him]]\n\n[[Run away]]\n\n[[Go Nuclear]]

Knowing you only have moments to act, and realizing that you are probably too close in to run for it before the tentacles reach you, you decide to make a stand, and hopefully distract the thing for long enough to get away. Hissing as your body instinctually puffs out its fur, trying to look as threatening as possible, your knife leaves its sheath almost by instinct. Crouching into a battle stance, you swing at the first tentacle that approaches, your knife whistling through the air as the tentacle quickly twitches away. Another one is already dropping down though, and even as it twitches away, the first one is already trying to move back around for another pass. You get it to flinch back again, but more and more are dropping down, and it only takes a few seconds before there are more than you can scare off with your swipes. One of them whaps against your other arm, coiling quickly around it before you can pull it back. Having finally secured purchase, it tries to drag you forward, but your knife is quicker, and the sharp blade seems to meet hardly any resistance as it slices cleanly through the tendril. The part around your wrist quickly goes limp and falls away, but the remaining part merely hovers back for a moment, dripping clear ichor for a few seconds before surging back, a new penile head quickly forming in place of the defeated one. Meanwhile, another tendril has already snapped out to tug at your shoulder, and as you slice at that one, another once again secures your wrist, and then another... you flail at them, but yet another tendril creeps around from behind and wraps around your knife hand, the coiling tendril suddenly squeezing hard against your tendons, and a tingling sensation runs down your wrist as the knife falls from your suddenly nerveless fingers. \n\nThe resistance quickly squashed, the tendrils haul on your arms, pulling them up and back, as even more wrap around them. You squirm and struggle in their grasp, but it does little good, and soon you are pulled back against the tree trunk, more tendrils rustling against you, several of them wrapping around your ankles and knees to fully secure you. Struggling against the tentacles, but knowing you cannot escape them, you make a last, desperate effort to cry out for help. However, even this attempt is quickly stifled as a tentacle runs along your inner thighs, and your cries quickly rise in pitch and merge into a long, breathy moan as the tentacle presses up against your crotch, undulating sensually in a way that tantalizingly massages at your mound, clearly felt through the pliable leather of your bikini. The touch sends your heat surging back, and you can feel your juices quickly saturating your panties as your body squirms under the touch, eagerly readying itself for mating despite the disgust and panic whirling through your conscious mind. Your body, though, is quickly past the point of even putting up token resistance, and you know that there is nothing you can do now - you are now under the tree's control, and at its mercy.\n\n[[Get tentacled]]

Looking at the mouse, you feel your rage surge inside you. How *dare* he, a lowly mouse-man, threaten someone like you! Your knife is already in motion, surging forward on instinct and strong emotions, as your other hand slams against the flat of the sword and sends it careening crazily off into the underbrush. The mouse panics and brings his hands up in a desperate attempt to defend himself, but you brush them aside as your knife springs up towards his throat. You snarl, looking at his face as you attack, and the mask of panic, despair, and horrible mortal fear you see staring back at you brings your knife to a sudden halt, just barely brushing up against the fur on his neck. Staring into his terrified eyes, and hearing his desperate whimpers, you realize the weight of what you are about to do. As much as some deep instinct would like to think so, this isn't some dumb prey animal, but a sentient, thinking, feeling being that you were prepared to dispatch. And even while he was technically robbing you, he is hardly a threat at all, and you know it - rather than fighting for your life, this was to be an execution of an unarmed wretch trembling fearfully before you. You feel almost sick as you think of what could have happened, and you slump backward, the fighting instinct gone as the knife pulls back from his throat. Quick to take advantage of his good fortune, the mouse-man turns tail and quickly bolts away between the trees, soon lost to view in the depths of the forest.\n\nYou sheath your knife, tears welling in your eyes as your anger turns back on yourself, berating you for allowing your heat to drive your instincts towards hot-blooded murder. No matter what justification you try to think of, despite the fact that given the circumstances the killing would probably have been accepted, you are furious at yourself for losing control and reverting to an instinctual killer. Suddenly, the whole idea of trying to adventure in the woods during the instability of heat seems like a horrible idea, and you slink back down the path towards town, your ears flat and your tail dragging as you mentally kick yourself over the whole thing.\n\nBack in town, you slink into a nearby tavern, and it takes only half a glass of ale before it works in concert with your already unstable emotions to leave you bawling your eyes out at the counter. There is quickly an abundance of concerned-looking men gathered around to offer their condolences and comfort, comfort which you quickly allow them to provide. Of course, their ready interest in your condition, while probably due somewhat to your tears, is also certainly influenced by the now undeniable scent of your heat. Their comforting nuzzles and purrs soon give way to muzzle licks and a multitude of hands playing across your exposed fur, rubbing across your inner thighs and pressing against the crotch of your bikini. Their presence and touch cause your heat to surge back to the front of your awareness. Your tears, and soon the entire incident, are quickly forgotten as you snuggle into the embrace of several different men at once.\n\nThe tavern owner quickly comps you one of the rooms, and one of the larger men scoops you up in his arms and carries you in, followed by the rest of your burgeoning entourage. He tosses you on the bed, and is one of several men whose hands quickly work to strip away your abbreviated clothing. Naked on the bed, you watch the men around you strip down as well, and a number of them climb into bed beside you. You feel their warmth against you, a warmth that soon blots out the rest of the world as you respond eagerly to their presence, spreading your legs and purring loudly as they pin you to the bed and mate you repeatedly, one after the other.\n\nFor the next several days you remain in the room, your pussy almost constantly filled as you let your instincts take over, your body serviced vigorously by dozens of men, as is traditional for your kind. By the end of your heat, their faces all seem to blur together, and as the last one rolls of of you as you rest on your hands and knees, you feel completely sated. By now, after all of the mindless pleasure of the last few days, you can hardly even remember what led to it in the first place, and wonder why you'd bothered to venture out into the woods at all. \n\nSome weeks later, though, you do remember why, as your belly begins to swell. Several men come to visit you, and put their hands on your belly in awe, wondering if they are lucky enough to be the father. For you, though, you realize that for the next while, your hunting and adventuring days are over - despite your attempt to avoid being bred, it has occurred nonetheless, and while there's a part of you that regrets it, for the next while being a mother will be your top priority.\n\nTHE END

You decide to stay in and hope for the best, although by midday, you begin to regret the decision as your heat continues to develop, and the tingling develops into an aching need. Your mind, having little better to do, quickly drifts from thoughts of chores to cocks, delightful thick cocks, how they would feel nudging up against your thighs, how warm they would be probing your sensitive folds, that wonderful thrill as they plunged inside you and satisfied every craving you could possibly have... Soon, thinking about anything else is just about impossible, and you soon find yourself on the leather rug in the living room, lying on your back as your hands desperately massage your folds, even though you know that your own touch won't be enough to give you what you want. You writhe in frustration, wondering how you ever thought you could tough this out, the need burning through you as both your body and mind quickly tell you that you need to be bred NOW NOW NOW.\n\nWhen you hear a knock at the door, you're almost out of your mind with desire, and find yourself angrily grabbing the door and slamming it open, snarling. The snarl quickly turns to a smile, though, as you notice the person at the door: one of your male neighbors, a fellow hunter, nicely toned under his fur and clad only in the traditional tight shorts that males wear around town. You feel a profound sense of relief as you look at him, your pussy trickling moisture as it indicates its readiness to receive him. He looks at you, taking in your naked form and the clear, unmistakable scent of your heat, and it takes barely a moment before his shorts begin to tent rapidly. You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him as you lustily flick your tongue along his muzzle, purring happily as you feel the bulge in his shorts push upwards and nudge up against your crotch, your hips shuddering at the touch and causing you to almost fall into his arms. He returns your licks and embrace, lifting you back inside, and the foreplay consists of little other than him removing his shorts; in less than a minute from opening the door, you find yourself pushed up against a wall in the entryway, yowling in pleasure as he takes you swiftly from behind, a yowl that turns into a soft purr as he finishes entering you, his tip nestling into something inside and causing it to stretch pleasantly, thoroughly scratching that itch as your pussy feels comfortably full. Then he pulls out, and you yowl again, this time in pain and sudden anger as his spines scratch against you with a sharp, stinging sensation. You almost try to whirl around and claw at him, but his hands are pressed firmly around your wrists and hold them in place despite your struggling, leaving your claws to dig futilely into the wall. He plunges into you again, though, and your flash of anger dissipates as quickly as it arrived, your body more than happy to receive him despite the pain. When he pulls out again, though, the raking of his spines almost seem to flip a switch inside your mind, and instead of pain, the tug and rake of the spines set off a rolling wave of pleasure. He continues to thrust as your body fully gives in to his ministrations, and he responds to your relaxed posture by grabbing your hips instead of your arms and grinding against you between thrusts, his fuzzy balls snugged up tantalizingly against the hood of your clit. It only takes a few more thrusts before your body shivers and pulses with orgasm, and he hugs you close as the feeling overtakes you and plunges in as far as he can, his sheath nudging against your cuntlips as your muscles clench around him, and his presence inside you is both somehow white-hot and intensely comfortable as your voice seems to come out of its own accord, a high-pitched, shuddering moan that proclaims your happiness to the world. When he pulls out again, you begin to feel satiated, although your knees are suddenly weak and he has to reach down and support you against the wall as he continues his thrusting, and brings you to another rolling peak before pushing deep inside you with a sudden, powerful thrust, his cum pulsing wetly deep inside you before he quickly pulls out, his spines raking you savagely and causing another loud moan as your body interprets the feeling as impossibly pleasurable. You shiver as he releases you and collapse in a heap, panting heavily as your combined fluids slowly leak out. Something thrums warmly in your stomach, and you know that the thrusts that raked your insides have already made you fertile, a fertility that his cum will quickly utilize.\n\nHe gathers up your relaxed form and takes you into your bedroom, where your temporarily satiated heat soon surges back, and you sink happily into the bed and bury your face in the pillow, giving in to your instincts entirely and yowling like an animal as he mates you repeatedly over the next several hours, which pass in a lustful haze punctuated by the frequent, shocking surge of pleasure as your body shudders through a string of orgasms. When you both finally take a break to grab some water, you look up to find your bed ringed by several other men; apparently, the combination of your scent and the loud yowling of your mating has brought in a number of other curious - and aroused - neighbors. The visitors become your houseguests over the next several days, and aside from breaks to sleep and rehydrate, you spend the remainder of the week with one of their cocks thrusting inside you. Even after your heat breaks and you lose interest in sex, they cuddle with you for hours, and you enjoy their warmth as they look lovingly at you, petting and patting your stomach in reverence. You sigh as they leave, knowing they state they have left you in, and resolve to redouble your efforts at hunting and feeling useful before your belly starts to swell. When that happened, the men would of course be back, taking responsibility and caring for you until the litter arrived, when the kittens became the responsibility of the village as a whole. Part of you is supremely annoyed by your condition and having to rely on others, but another part of you can already see the cute fuzzy faces of your future kittens, and anticipate the feelings of love as they draw life from your breasts, and despite the aggravation, you can't help but think that this is a good thing.\n\nTHE END

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You can already see how this is going, as your mind fills with thoughts of him mating you and your body tenses and thrills in anticipation, your earlier notions of satisfying your heat without being bred quickly fading, and resigning yourself to a fate that your body so desperately wants is hugely appealing. Deciding not to resist is the easiest thing possible - you simply relax, and your body quickly does the rest, arching your back to set your hips in an eons-old mating position that your body knows instinctually. Your tail naturally curves up over you to present yourself to your soon-to-be partner, only a thin layer of sopping-wet fabric remaining between you and the first vigorous breeding of your heat, an event that you accept as all but inevitable.\n\n[[Get mounted]]

As you walk into town, you consider your options, and decide that rather than chancing a misadventure due to your quickly developing heated state, and the resulting potential embarrassment of being mated in public (mild though it might be), that you would rather set aside all pretense and let your body have what it is already so desperately craving. Your mind flashes briefly on the easily foreseeable consequences of your decision, such as the inconvenience of future pregnancy, but you realize that you don't much care - even with that inconvenience, it is still the choice most people in the village would encourage you to take, and the one that you know your body will be most happy with, giving in to the familiar feelings and rhythms of mating with your own kind. Even as you change your path slightly to angle towards the meeting hall, you feel a pleasant twinge between your legs as your body reacts in anticipation, and by the time you stop right in front of the hall's main entrance, you can feel your panties pulling snug against your swelling mound, a wet spot already spreading slowly across your crotch as your pelvis thrums with an inner warmth. Now that you are not using any effort to suppress the symptoms of your heat, it is coming on rapidly, and you know that even if you are pounced the moment you walk in the door, your body will be more than ready. In fact, you can already feel the agonizing itch of heat faintly building in your belly, but instead of it causing you anxiety you feel oddly relaxed, knowing that it will be rapidly sated long before it can become troublesome.\n\nThe hall is located a few streets over from the town's main square, mainly so its proximity won't be distracting to those shopping at the market stalls. From the outside, it does look very much like a hall, a long, low wooden building set apart slightly from the other shops, with a narrow alley that wraps all the way around it. The building itself, though, is quite distinctive - the exterior is well-maintained, the wood lacquered to preserve its rich natural color. A well-crafted balcony runs the length of the building's front, with a polished wood railing, and the few steps that lead up to the main entrance are covered with soft, woven pads colored a deep crimson. The rafters above the deck are adorned with brightly-colored bunting, and a wooden panel running the length of the building's main wall features elaborate woodcuts of ancestral felines in a variety of amorous embraces, although nothing too explicit - the concern being, of course, that anything too arousing could spur the desired activities to occur before those involved actually made it inside. Overall, though, the building is quite obviously the best-maintained and apportioned building in town, even more impressively detailed than that of the village leader, such care demonstrating the import of the building on village society.\n\nBefore you lies a set of double doors, which rise from the balcony almost to the roofline of the building, only a couple of heads taller than you are. The doors are made of a lighter wood, polished and gleaming, with circular wrought-iron pulls. Carved in relief in each of the doors is the figure of a wide-hipped, stylized nude feline woman, the faces blank slabs devoid of features, and the bodies emphasizing curves and ample breasts. The figures are, in fact, carved to resemble the sort of ancestral fertility fetishes popular in the tribes of ages past, and their presence at the door to this hall is said to enhance the fertility of all those who step across their portal. \n\nYou are the only person near the main entrance, which is hardly surprising: as the figures on the doors indicate, the entrance is for females only. The hall has a separate, less elaborate (and always open) doorway for the men around the side of the building, and men are even forbidden from approaching here. Again, though, the prohibition has solid reasoning behind it: to ensure that the men encounter the women in heat within the confines of the building, rather than getting started early in public while trying to navigate a mutual entrance. \n\nYou hesitate for a moment before reaching out for the door handle, knowing that the path of no return for your choice is rapidly approaching. At the same time, though, your body and mind are already fully anticipating the ecstatic relief of the mating opportunities awaiting you, and your pussy tenses in a sympathetic shiver, your hips wobbling and your legs feeling less than steady. Your body is definitely ready, and the chances of making it back to home or some other useful place in town, without being jumped by and giving in to any number of eager males, is now vanishingly slim. Instead, you set your lingering fears aside and allow yourself to purr in response to the pleasurable twinge, stepping forward to pull the door open. The solid, sizable door swings open easily on seemingly frictionless hinges, and you step inside, letting the door close with a gentle thud behind you.\n\nThe first thing that you notice upon entering is the smell: the thick, pungent scent of feline heat permeates the air, intermingled with the scents of dozens of different males, all of it underpinned by the distinctive smell of sex. While the scent of many other females in heat sets your fur slightly on edge, an instinctive nod to your distant ancestors in an environment where sex was more competitive, the combined smells soon actually make you more relaxed. The scents are comfortingly familiar, a reminder that unlike the unpredictable dangers of facing your heat in the wild, here you are among friends, and most of them will soon be quite intimate friends indeed…\n\nJust inside the door are a series of ornamental fabric screens, which serve as baffles to block the immediate sight of the meeting hall proper, and allow for a space for the women who enter to acclimate and prepare before facing the prospect of immediate male attention. You walk around the first set, and find yourself in a small alcove. Two women are waiting there, dressed in gauzy, loose robes. You recognize them as priestesses of the fertility goddess that is depicted on the doorway, and that their duty is to attend to those who are about to undergo the most natural of feline rituals. They approach you, padding softly forward, and you quickly acquiesce to their touch. Their hands gently slide over you, caressing your soft fur, the feeling setting you purring almost by instinct. One of the priestesses undoes your bra, and you move your arms forward to allow her to slide the garment off over them. The other stands in front of you, her hands roving across your hips, removing your panties so gently that they are falling past your knees before you notice the lack of their pressure against your crotch. The woman standing behind you encircles you in a soft embrace, her hands gently cupping the bottom of your breasts as she nuzzles your neck, even as the woman in front steps forward and runs three fingers along each of your thighs, then glides them along your mound with a touch so light it seems almost ethereal. While their actions seem - and feel - erotic, you know that they are performing them for a more specific purpose: the one holding you is feeling for tension and reaction to close contact, making sure that you are well enough into heat that you will easily acquiesce to breeding without causing a disturbance in the enclosed environment, and the hand between your legs is making sure that your mound is warm and swollen with heat and your lips well-coated with moisture, making sure that your body is as ready for breeding as your mind. You pass both tests easily, moaning at the sudden contact, your legs going wobbly again as the two guide you back upright and hold onto you until you are steady once again. You hesitantly walk over to the next set of baffles, your pussy still giving out the occasional twinge in anticipation, and you pause at the point just before the baffles recede to give you a good view of the meeting hall. Even though you are well past the point of no return now, for some reason you momentarily hesitate, your mind not quite ready to face it as much as your body is. The caresses of other women are one thing, but beyond that screen are many, many men, all of them quite willing to take what your body is offering. \n\nOne of the priestesses, seeing your hesitation, decides that you need a little extra prodding. You hear her pad up behind you, but before you can ask what she wants, you hear something whooshing through the air - and a moment later feel the firm but largely painless jolt as she lands a light smack low on your ass. You open your mouth to gasp at the impact, but for some reason your voice instead lets out a cute, high-pitched moan, one that sounds very feminine and very aroused. At the same time, the smack causes you to lose your balance, and you swish your tail widely, taking a couple of staggering steps forward to regain your composure. The steps have the desired effect, though, and you are quickly beyond the screen, completely naked and looking very available in the meeting hall proper.\n\nLooking forward, you take in the scene before you. The hall is generally divided into three somewhat distinct sections, despite its completely open floor plan, to accommodate the styles of mating that most feline females (and males, for that matter) enjoy. Off to the left, several females occupy a variety of specialized, plush furniture upholstered in the native leathers and fabrics, designed in various shapes to allow them to relax comfortably while mating in a variety of positions. There are gently curved wedges to provide support for the traditional ass-up mating style, various tables and benches, and some of the sections of wall in that area are covered in soft, velvety padding, for those who prefer to mate pressed up firmly against them. \n\nFor the rest of the hall, the only real furniture is a thick layer of soft padding laid across the floor, to provide a more comfortable surface for those who want to engage in the most traditional style of mating. That being said, though, there are clearly two different styles of mating occurring within the expansive space. Off to the right, a group of men and women are playfully romping about, some of them rolling around with each other until their urges naturally take over, and others playing something almost akin to a game of cat and mouse: the women dart around the room, occasionally pausing as their urges overtake them, and a group of men chases them around, waiting for a good opportunity to pounce. You watch one woman squeal as a man is finally able to pin her to the ground, and she happily writhes and arches her hips under them as their bodies quickly become entwined. \n\nIn contrast to the playfulness, though, the group in the middle takes the most traditional approach: ready females simply walk into the middle of the tightly packed group and present themselves in the traditional position, where they are then almost immediately mounted by a nearby male. \n\nIn all, there are perhaps a few dozen women currently mating in the hall, and perhaps twice that many men, with more circulating through all the time. The back of the meeting hall, unlike the front, has a window that runs along its length, and a steady stream of men also watches from outside, surveying the women in heat and deciding when they want to join in.\n\nYou stand just beyond the screens, a few feet in front of the more traditional group, and they writhe together in a rhythmically pulsating mass of fur as you take a moment to contemplate how you want your mating to begin. Of course, even if you can't decide, it is only a matter of time before someone will approach you, and as soon as their hands make contact the matter will most likely be decided for you…\n\n[[Join the playful group]]\n\n[[Find a comfortable position]]\n\n[[Mate traditionally]]\n\n[[Stand and wait for someone to approach you]]