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I wasn't exactly sure how I ended up in this situation, angling my phone to capture what I though was my best side. A snap here, another there, and well, this one looked decent. There I was, an average-looking cat going shirtless. In pretty okay shape, maybe a little chubby? I didn't really see it myself, but Mark usually knew better... Ah, no, don't think about that now...

I loved Mark, and our relationship was… well, comfortable. We'd been together for several years, and honestly, all I could say was that it was a cozy arrangement. We were stable, with decent jobs and a nice home, and that was fine. But as for passion and romance, well, that flame was pretty low and cold, and grabbing the canine's attention was a chore.

The other night, I tried as we lay in bed. He was still awake, scrolling through his phone, and I was feeling a little in the mood. Snuggling up close to him, I purred softly, enjoying the warmth of his body and the plush softness of his fur against mine. I used to joke that the best part of dating a Samoyed was his fur. I let my fingers run through it, retracing all the spots that used to make him feel good. Tilting my head up, I looked up and saw his face illuminated by the screen, but there was no reaction.

Maybe it was my fault. I never could really communicate in bed. Kind of sad after several years of an intimate relationship, but something about it always locked my tongue. Annoyed, and maybe a little desperate for something to happen that night, I slid my body a little lower, bringing my head down from his soft chest, to his delightfully plump belly, down to his…

“What are you doing?"

His voice was filled with annoyance, and only now did he put down his phone to look at me, a frustrated and tired expression on his face. I froze, a blush heating my cheeks as I quickly pulled away from him. Embarrassment washed over me as I turned away. He didn't say anything else, and I could only assume he went back to scrolling his phone. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and just lay there, staring at the wall, trying not to think too much. Eventually, the light from his phone turned off, and I felt the bed shift as he got comfortable. I imagined him moving to embrace me from behind, to cuddle and show that he still wanted me, but no. It was going to be the same as every other night.

And now I'm here, taking a shirtless photo to post on a random server just to get some modicum of validation that I'm still attractive. Maybe? Ugh, how desperate do I have to be to do this? Mark would never let me live it down if he found out… Just hit enter. Come on. Hit… Send...

And done.

It was posted.

Now, just have to wait and see, and maybe delete this before this whole stupid thing actually gets—ding. What? That was quick. Too quick… I picked up the phone and looked at it again. “Niccce, looking good there, kitty cat." Huh. I knew it was silly to get excited over a stranger's compliment on the internet, but it did feel good – really good – to have someone acknowledge me, even if it was just for a moment.

I scrolled down and noticed a few more notifications popping up, each one sending a little jolt through me. The comments were simple, a bit cliché, and sometimes even a bit corny or cringe, but they made me feel something. It felt like, for the first time in a while, I'd been seen. My chest felt a little lighter, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards in a hesitant smile.

I was about to close the app, when another notification caught my eye, this one different from the rest. The rest had been light and playful at the most, but this one stood out, bolder than the others.

“How about showing a little more? Bet you'd look even better with a bit less on."

My breath caught in my throat as I read it. Part of me want to brush it off, pretend I hadn't seen that particular comment, but before I could, more comments started appearing beneath it, echoing the same idea.

“Yeah, don't be shy, show us what you got."

“Little tease never hurt anyone. ;P"

The comments were coming in fast, a flurry of requests and suggestions that made my head spin. It was like they had all been waiting for someone to push the boundary first, and now that it was out there, everyone wanted a piece.

I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing – so many people, all wanting more of me, as if I was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. It was overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time, a rush I hadn't felt in so long.

“Bet you'd look amazing from behind, kitty. How about a little spin"

“Show off that body, let us see what you're working with!"

My cheeks burned with each new comment, and my tail flicked nervously behind me. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to give them what they wanted, to show off a little more and see how they'd react. This was the kind of attention I'd been seeking, the thrill of being desired – it was almost intoxicating.

Another comment came in:

“See, we're all friends here, right? Just a little more, for us?"

It was the same guy that had originally asked and started this barrage of requests. I felt my resolve wavering, and the temptation to keep going kept growing stronger with each passing second. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, to delete the post and forget this ever happened, but another part of me – the part that craved attention, that wanted to feel wanted – was telling me to go for it.

I'd been starved for attention for so long. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked back at the comments. No. There was no going back, at least right now. No pretending this hadn't happened, and I had a choice to make.

Should I play it safe, or should I give them what they wanted?

I glanced at the camera again. Maybe just one more photo wouldn't hurt. Just one more, to see how far this could go... I took a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I held the phone up again. I angled it to catch the light just right, the camera focusing on my bare torso. This time, however, I let the camera drift lower, capturing more of my body. I buzzed with anticipation, and felt my heart racing in my chest.

Snap!

I looked at the photo. There I was, but I looked better? I couldn't really explain it, maybe it was the lighting, or the angle, but there I was, my fur slightly tousled, the lean muscles of my stomach visible, though softened by a slight layer of fluff and fur. My fur, a mix of charcoal and silver, shined subtly under the light giving me a soft, inviting look. My tail flick nervously in the background, falf visible at the edge of the frame. I hesitated for a moment, then hit post.

Ding.

More comments flooded in almost immediately, each one making my pulse quicken. I could feel my face heating up again, my ears flattening in embarrassment. Yet, there was that thrill, that little something that made me feel more alive than I had in a long time. I hadn't felt this way in years, and, I realized, it was addictive.

I angled the phone down again, this time catching my hips and upper thighs. My shorts hung low, just barely covering me. I could see the outline of my muscles, the way my fur lay flat against them, accentuating the curves and dips of my body. The sight made my breath hitch, my tail flicking again in excitement.

Snap!

I sent it before I could second-guess myself, my fingers tingling with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

“Nice, nice! Those hips don't lie!"

“Now lose the shorts ;)"

“You're such a tease, show us more!"

My heat pounded faster, a bead of sweat forming at my brow. This was getting riskier, but the comments, they were doing something to me. I felt wanted, appreciated, like I was something special. It was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time from Mark... not from anyone.

My mind raced as I looked at the screen, the comments still urging me on. I knew I shouldn't, but...

Biting my lip, I slid my shorts down just a bit, revealing the curve of my hips. I let the phone linger, capturing the fain outline of my body beneath the fabric. This felt different, more daring. I could see more of myself than I had before in a photo. For a moment, I felt vulnerable, I was exposing myself, but, no, I was in control, deciding what to show and when.

Snap!

“Wow, you're really going for it!"

“That's what I'm talking about! Don't stop now!"

“That's it, kitty, all or nothing. We're all waiting."

I stood there, my heart hammering in chest, every inch of me buzzing with adrenaline and nerves. I couldn't believe how far I'd gone already, but... The words and comments echoed in my head, a weird mix of encouragement and challenge. I could feel my body reacting and I shivered as I realized what I was about to do.

I looked around the room, feeling as if I was only a moment or two from being caught in the act, but Mark wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. The room was quiet, the only sound the pounding of my heart in my ears. I felt the cool air on my fur, the slight chill making me shiver as I slowly slid my shorts down further, letting them fall to the floor around my ankles.

There I was, fully exposed. I could see the soft curve of my sheath, with my balls tight against my body beneath. The tip of cock peeked out, the pink barely visible against my darker fur. The sight made my breath hitch, my tail flicking nervously behind me as I angled the phone downward. My hands were shaking as I positioned the camera. I wanted to look good – I wanted them to want me. No one had seen me like this before, except for Mark...

Snap!

I looked at the photo. There it was, framed almost perfectly by the soft fur of my lower abdomen and the dark tuft at it's base. On the tip, a small bead of arousal glistened in the light. My hands shook as I looked at the image. I couldn't believe what I was seeing – what I had just done. What I had just posted without even realizing.

A flood of reactions made my heart skip.

“Damn, you're packing"

“Got nothing to be shy about there, absolutely perfect."

“How about a closer shot, kitty. Try to get all of you up close."

My fingers, hovered over the phone. That last comment... I'd already gone so far, revealed so much... what was one more step? I knew I shouldn't, that I was playing with fire, but -

I angled the camera closer, the lends focusing on me, capturing every detail. By this point, my shaft was hard and erect, growing moist as I leaked in excitement. I was almost afraid of touching it, fearing that I'd lose control even with a simple touch. I held my breath as I took another photo and hit send.

I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a twisted kind of pride as I read the comments. They wanted me – they all wanted me. For the first time in a long time, I felt desired, sexy, seen. A part of me tried to tell me this was dangerous, that'd I'd gone far enough, but the thrill was too intoxicating to resist.

I took another photo, this time capturing my full body, my tail curling around my leg as I posed for the camera. I want them to see me – all of me – and to know that I was worth looking at.

As I continued to post more pictures at different angles and different poses, I couldn't help but read each comment, feeling my cheeks flush and my heart race as I scrolled through the endless praise. Just a little while ago, I was some nobody, someone ignored by the closest person in their life, but now... Now, I was revealing myself in ways I never thought I would, and it felt amazing. The attention was like a drug, each comment pushing me further, make me want to do more.

Then a new comment with a new request caught my eye, one even bolder than the others:

“How about a video, kitty? We'd love to see you in action."

Even in my newfound confidence, I hesitated and reread the words. A video? That was a whole new level, something I hadn't even considered. But as soon as I thought about it, a shiver of excitement ran through me. Could I really do that? Did I want to?

My fingers trembled as I held my phone. The thought of taking a video... I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I could feel the heat building inside me, a mix of arousal and anticipation that made it hard to think clearly. What was I doing? No, I knew exactly what I was doing and what I wanted.

With a shaky breath, I propped my phone, angling it to capture my full body as I sat on Mark and mine's bed. My tail flicked nervously behind me as I sat back, my legs spread slightly. I could see myself on the screen, my erection prominent on the screen. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding my chest before I hit the record button.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself as I let my hand slide down stomach, my fingers brushing against my soft fur and the sensitive skin beneath. I could feel the heat radiating from body, responding to the attention and anticipation. My hand moved lower, my fingers finally wrapping around my shaft. The screen captured the way my muscles tensed and the way my tail flicked in response.

I started to stroke myself, slow at first, my eyes half-closed as I focused on the sensation. I glanced at the camera, my eyes meeting my own recording on the screen, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I realized what I was doing. I was putting on a show for strangers, for anyone who wanted to see. And it felt incredible.

I picked up the pace, my strokes becoming more confident, more deliberate. I could feel my body responding, the familiar pressure building my ground, my breath hitching with each movement. I let out a soft moan, my ears flattening against my head as I hoped the camera caught it. Leaning back, my hips bucked slight in time with my hand.

As the camera capture everything, I could feel the climax building, the tension coiling in my muscles, my breath coming in short sharp gasps. I closed my eyes, my body trembling with anticipation as I felt the heart spreading through my veins. My hand moved faster, more desperate, my fingers curling around my shaft as I pushed myself closer to the edge.

And with a final shuddering breath, I felt the release, a wave a of pleasure crashing over me as I came. My body tensed, my back arching as I let out a guttural moan, the sensation of release overwhelming. I felt each hitting my body, painting my dark fur sticky white streaks, the camera capturing every detail...

I sat there for a moment, my body trembling, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I tried to process what had just happened. The phone continued to record, capturing the aftermath. I stared at the screen, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and realization.

Grabbing the phone, I quickly hit the stop button. This was a line I should have never crossed. This was so dumb. Mark would kill me if he ever figured out. I needed to go back, delete all those picture and that video, make sure I never think about this again and... and...

I looked at all the comments again on the phone... They'd be disappointed if I didn't. They'd all seemed so excited. Why, why was I hesitating about this. It should've been so simple...

I took a deep breath, my mind a confused mess and, with one final push, I hit send.