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Fumbling with his keys, Doug unlocked the door and slipped inside, sighing as a wall of cool, crisp air met him on the other side. It was Hell out there, and it was only going to get worse as summer progressed, though that's not to say that it was any better in the apartment. The AC was cranked all the way up, likely nearing freezing temperatures and threatening to put his body into some sort of system shock. Sure, it was better than dying in the sun, but not by much. He couldn't even turn the thing down, since this was his roomie's dumbass way to 'beat the heat' or something like that, leaving the remote missing from its usual spot on the table. Last time he ever lets someone with fur take control of the air conditioner.

“I'm home!" Doug sang out into the seemingly empty apartment before bumping the door closed with his fat succulent man hips. He left his shoes by the door, along with the bag that he'd been forced to drag alongside him for the past hour or so before wandering further into the apartment.

There was a faint, frantic shuffling that came from somewhere inside, catching his attention. The noise was quickly followed by a loud bang, a muffled 'ouch' and then what sounded like a cascade of junk clattering to the floor. A few seconds of silence passed before a tired, disheveled looking Vellin strode into the room like nothing had happened, a tall claim to make considering the newly formed bruise on her shoulder. She played it off pretty cool though, at least in her mind, ignoring the fact that nearly all of her earthly possessions now lay scattered across the carpeted floor in her room. Whatever. That was a problem for future her to deal with. She had more important things to deal with.

Doug eyed the dirty looking Vellin, clearly unimpressed with her admittedly graceful entrance. She looked worse than he remembered, which wasn't an easy thing to accomplish. Her orange fur stood up at odd angles like she'd just barely managed to pull herself out of bed, a hypothesis further backed up by the dark bags under her eyes. There was at least some kind of effort put into the way she looked, if only a bit. That being the fact that she actually managed to get dressed for the first time in what seemed like a month, wearing what looked like a tight fitting black sports bra paired with some stained track pants that she hastily threw on. Much to Doug's annoyance, she also wore a familiar shit-eating grin across her feline features as if she hadn't just forced the man to walk through Hell on Earth and back just for some melted ice cream and a box of tampons.

“Good shit, man!" She cheered happily as she rushed past him to pick up the bag before disappearing into the kitchen with it.

“Uh huh…" He groaned, his head still swirling from the heat as he slowly made his way over to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.

His whole body felt like shit, with his legs aching like he just ran a marathon and what felt like every piece of exposed skin getting cooked by the sun. It wasn't even that long of a walk to the store and back, but the unbearable heat made it feel so much further than it actually was. Maybe it was his acute dehydration, but curiosity took over, causing him to run his hands over his inflamed red skin and feeling the heat that radiated off of it. It felt more like tanned leather constricting around his forearm than actual living skin, stinging like hell as he moved his digits over the affected area. That was probably gonna hurt tomorrow. Whatever. He couldn't really stay mad at her for too long. That's what best friends were for, afterall. Katt was a pain in the ass, no doubt, probably the worst even, but she'd inevitably do the same for him when it drops to minus sixty at the end of the year.

Speaking of; the orange-furred devil walked past him, her soft tail dragging across his hot skin as she moved. Katt held a bowl in each hand, thrusting one towards him before dropping down onto the couch beside him. He looked down at the bowl's contents, taking a few moments to process the disappointment in front of him. It was supposed to be the mint chocolate chip ice cream that he'd risked life and limb for, that much was obvious, but there wasn't much ice left in the cream anymore. It was nothing more than a green soupy mess with pathetic bits of chocolate sloshing around inside. At least it was still a bit cold.

“Thanks again, dude." She purred. Katt moved closer to him, closing the already small gap between them before leaning her furry head on his sunburned shoulder.

He flinched at first, ready to pull away from her hot fur reflexively before realizing just how cool her insulating fur really was, almost like a giant walking ice pack against his hot skin. It felt pretty good, almost soothing to his thoroughly shot nerves, but he'd never admit it to the orange little freak. Begrudgingly, he wrapped one sunburned arm around her waist and held her close to his body while he picked at the ice cream soup he'd nearly died for. His brief show of affection seemed to placate the beast's needs for now, though for how long, only time would tell.

She wasn't usually like this towards him, so clingy and needy, instead taking more of a standoffish approach when it came to touching or affection. Everything changed about a week ago, when her yearly heat cycle started. Since then, she couldn't keep her hands off of her human for more than an hour, though he didn't really mind that for the most part. She didn't mind the arrangement, either, spending the better part of a month shut in with him while sending him out on little errands like the ice cream run whenever she needed anything. Doug was also the only one allowed in and out of the apartment, besides maybe one of her girl friends on the rare occasion. Despite how often he'd find himself complaining about it, they both settled into their respective roles pretty quickly, since it'd almost become routine for them. The worst of it, by far, had to be the flip-flopping and mood swings she experienced throughout the day. One second the two of them would be watching TV or playing video games and the next she'd basically pounce the man like a wild animal. All things considered though, he counted himself lucky that that was all she did. He'd heard stories of how rude, or even violent, other people got during their yearly heat.

“You smell so good…" She moaned quietly, her voice muffled by his sweaty shirt as she took in his scent.

“Leave me alone, dude! I'm all sweaty and I feel like shit." He scolded her, pushing the horny fucker away from him before things got too heated. She was on a hair trigger, and once she was set off, there was no going back. It was too late, of course, and he already knew that.

“Oh, come on…" She closed the distance again, her short fur tickling his skin as she rubbed her body against him. “I think the smell suits you." She continued. “It makes you smell like a man." Her voice was low and sultry now, her breathing growing shallow. She was already losing herself, quickly succumbing to her more basic instincts.

Doug held firm in his decision, shrugging her away for a second time. Helping her out wasn't much of an issue, not usually, but the last thing he needed was to get all hot and sweaty again before he'd even gotten a chance to cool down and catch his breath. Just the thought of getting up and moving around again made him sick to his stomach, and the fact that she expected him to pin her down and take charge really didn't help, either.

“Oh come on, just a little fun." She pouted, kissing at his neck before turning those droopy, lust filled eyes on him again. “How about you just sit back, relax and let me do my thing? You won't even have to lift a finger this time."

Sweet deal, but no dice. He wanted to, he really did, but they were out of condoms and she couldn't be trusted enough to take the reins, which wasn't even a metaphor half the time with her. The moment he lets his guard down, she'll end up pregnant because she 'forgot to pull it out' or 'got caught up in the moment' or something stupid like that. He couldn't even blame her for trying something like that, since it was basically the entire point of her heat cycle. He'd known ahead of time what he signed up for.

“I won't even take my underwear off this time." She added before he could reject her for the third time. “Let me take care of you… Please Doug…" She pleaded with him, desperation clear in her voice. For a second, he could almost swear she was genuine.

“Fine." Doug relented, rolling his eyes. “Just don't do anything stupid."

Without hesitation, she jumped to her feet and dropped her pants before eagerly climbing on top of him. He could see now that she wore an old pair of plain black panties underneath, nothing special about them besides the holes that marked the cheap cloth. Adjusting herself accordingly until they were both comfortable, she finally settled in on his lap, just below his waist with the two of them facing each other. Without wasting even a single moment, she yanked his shorts down to expose his flaccid dick to the cool apartment air, her demeanor visibly shifting to mirror the disappointment she felt as she gazed upon the limp noodle. The look on her face alone made it abundantly clear to him that she expected more from him, but she tsk'ed her teeth just in case he didn't get the message the first time. She took it in her soft hands and watched it flop around before those judgmental orange eyes darted towards him. He could only offer her a half-hearted shrug in response. They'd been silently eating ice cream soup not but fifteen seconds earlier; what was she expecting from him?

Katt didn't dwell on it for too long. She reached down and toyed with it, using the pink fleshy pads on her fluffy hands to gently massage the organ in an attempt to wake it from its slumber. Lucky for her, Doug was a simple man; easy to please. With skilled hands, it didn't take long to get the blood flowing again. Slowly, his penis twitched to life, blood rushing to the appendage until it could stand on its own, beating in her soft hands like a second heart. Eagerly, she took hold of it, admiring its weight and size in her small hand before carefully tightening her grip around him. Slowly, she moved up and down his length, her hand twisting and turning around him in a well practiced motion. He sighed, letting his muscles relax against the cool cushions beneath him as she worked, her pace steadily growing in speed as time went on.

His head dipped, lazy eyes watching her as she moved. After years of practice, she'd gotten good at it, really good. Precum leaked from his tip and stained her messy fur a dark orange. It wasn't long until a familiar pressure started building in his loins, the feeling faint but noticeably there as it tickled the back of his mind. He wouldn't last much longer, but that didn't mean he couldn't indulge a little. Reaching forward, he traced his hands along the outline of her thin frame. Her fur looked dirty and unkempt, but it was surprisingly soft to the touch. Slowly, he moved his attention downwards, his hands cresting her generous hips while his thumbs moved across her sensitive tummy. Katt purred to herself, looking down at the man as he explored her body. It wasn't often that he got to do something like this. She could be such a demanding lover at times, always moving around and never really giving him time to appreciate her body.

Her body felt hot and heavy whenever she was near him, her mind growing numb as his scent invaded her powerful nose. Her heat made it so much worse, cranking everything up to eleven until every subtle glance against her sensitive fur set her skin ablaze, sending sharp shocks of pleasure up her spine. She moaned, her back arching towards him as his hands continued exploring her body. They slid along her flat tummy and lingered there for a few moments, running his hands through her soft fur before continuing along their path upwards and finding their way beneath her bra. Sighing, she slowed her pace when his hand moved across her sensitive nipples, her mind barely able to process the pleasure that coursed through her. Carefully, he pinched them between his index finger and thumb, teasing her nipples with practiced hands as she squirmed helplessly against him.

That gnawing voice at the back of her mind was reaching a fever pitch now, screaming the same word over and over in her mind like a mantra. Breed. Breed. Breed. She resisted the urge for as long as she could, but it was getting harder to ignore the burning in her loins. Her panties were soaked, her body crying out for relief no matter the cost. Before either of them could even process what was happening, Katt moved, scooting forward on his lap before sitting on the throbbing organ. She sandwiched it between his stomach and her loins with only the soaked piece of fabric acting as a buffer. She moaned, biting her lip when she felt his warmth on her womanhood through the thin fabric that separated the two of them. Slowly, she started rocking her hips back and forth, letting him glide effortlessly against the soaked cloth as if it wasn't even there.

Katt leaned forward, her body falling into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. Doug reciprocated the embrace in his own way, one arm swung around her and held her close, while the other hand clasped firmly around her rounded butt, helping guide her shuttering movements. She could feel every little detail through her underwear, every vein that moved past her pussy and every subtle flex of his penis. Katt's proclivity to buy cheap underwear from the dollar store bargain bin was starting to pay off.

Doug's breathing grew shallow and his movements more desperate. He bucked his hips, pressing himself against her pussy. It felt like he was trying to push his way inside of her, forcing his way past her panties as his own instincts took hold of him. When that failed, he pulled her close, hugging her tightly in his arms as he bucked uselessly against her. A familiar warmth filled the empty space between them, his raw scent permeated the air around them. Moaning, she followed closely after, her fluids staining his pants as she came on his lap, riding out every last second of her orgasm by rocking her hips against his throbbing manhood. It took them a while for them to calm down, but they stayed locked in their embrace for even longer, neither one of them willing to end their embrace first. Only when the cold apartment air got the better of his newly soaked legs did he finally relent. His grip loosened around her thin frame and let the Vellin pull away. She stared at him with bright eyes, that need to breed slowly fading from her mind for the time being

“Oh shit!" She laughed, looking down at her newly painted stomach. It was slick with cum, staining her already dirty fur and leaving a large dark splotch on her furry belly. She ran her fingers through the mess he'd made, testing it a bit before bringing her digit up to her mouth and tasting it. “You must have been pent up." She teased. “Maybe we should do this more often."

Doug sat up to find his entire lower body completely soaked with her sweet smelling juices. She got up off of him, long strands of cum arcing between the two of them as she moved away. She fell onto the couch beside him, pulling her pants up before flicking the TV on like nothing had happened, all while he was still struggling to catch his breath.

Just a few more weeks of this and he'd be in the clear.