Beating the Heat: Stay In
#3 of Beating the Heat
Beating the Heat: Stay In
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.
When 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.
He 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.
THE END