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"Not a chance," I said to my friend Alexis, shaking my head in exasperation. She groaned loudly, likewise exasperated.

"Intransigent, incorrigible, ignominious introvert!" the grey wolf proclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before stomping out of the room. I sighed, leaning over my desk. Rubbing my forehead for a moment, I felt the ache of having sat there for too long in one position. The fatigue of overwork stung my eyes.

"Ugh. Goddess, I'm tired," was all I said, leaning back and looking over to a cheesy little wall-mirror I'd picked up while getting ready for college. It looked a bit trashy, but it had proved rather useful, so I'd kept it. A prim, proud lioness' features looked back at me; prim, proud, and worn-thin. Not by Alexis' antics, of course; rather, I'd been putting together a presentation for an internship opportunity I wanted to apply for, on top of all my studies and club activities. It was a lot, but I had goals! I couldn't afford to just throw in the towel and waste precious time going to frivolous things like parties!

...but perhaps a break was in order, anyway. A quick glance at my desk clock revealed I'd been at it without interruption-Alexis notwithstanding-for almost five hours straight. I hadn't had drink nor snack, and I thought I could smell the faint traces of body odor starting to set in. Yes. A break was in order, if only to stretch and maybe freshen up a bit.

I stood up, my old desk and chair each creaking in protest; they really cheaped out on the furniture, didn't they? Then again, I suppose my body wasn't too happy for being stuck in one spot for hours either. I stretched, groaning as I felt the muscles of my feminine form activate and restore themselves to proper order; my joints crackled and settled, thankful for the relief.

I looked out the window for a moment. It was admittedly a rather nice day, and the weather report said the night would be as clear as could be. It was too bad I was busy with other things! I shook my head and closed my laptop, stepping away from my desk. It was a very short trot to the bathroom, thankfully. The furniture might've been cheap, but at least every room had its own bathroom!

I stopped for a moment to look at a few pictures of my family. My mother smiled back at me, a beautiful, matronly woman who had captivated more than one of the boys she went to school with. I found out what a MILF was when a couple of boys had been so brazen as to walk up to her at 15. I recalled them asking if I could put in a good word with my mother for them. It was scandalous!

She was beautiful, though. She always looked her best, wearing silks and form-hugging dresses. On another woman, I might've thought her fashion sense to be slutty, but she managed to carry elegance and grace. Especially the little gold talisman upon her breast, the symbol of our Goddess, Bastet. I smiled as I recalled a few lessons my mother had given me, about how the Goddess was a fierce protector for women to cherish and love. I remembered being fascinated with the Goddess as a child. I'd grown out of it since, but I still kept a little plushy of the Goddess in the back of my wardrobe.

Below the pictures of my smiling mother and father, there was a picture of us at a big party they'd held. I had a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Well, I was pretty sure most of them weren't actually related to me, but I called them all cousin, aunt, and uncle anyway. Even without much family resemblance, they all acted like one big family anyway. It was pretty easy to convince the forty-six of us into a big group photo.

I sighed and shook nostalgia off me. No, there was no time for silly things like that. No time for silly parties either! There was too much work to be done, at least if I wanted to be the best. I'd found time to finally make sure my presentation was flawless. I was going to land that internship, and travel to Egypt to study its ancient culture. I may have grown out of my fascination with Bastet, but I traded it for a fascination with Egyptian Anthropology! And if I wanted to be the best, I had to work hard. ...but I also needed to look my best, as well; a little trinket of advice my mother had given me often.

Onward to the bathroom I went, going straight to the vanity and turning the water on. Cold water filled my delicate hands, only to splash across my face. The cold shock helped to refresh my body, but it wasn't enough. I splashed my face again, gently scrubbing to try and reawaken myself. A break was nice, but only in service of getting more work done.

"Heather, I'm telling you, you're going to this party!" I heard from Alexis behind me. With water dripping from my face, I looked up and blinked at her in the mirror.

"I told you, I'm way too damn busy for things like silly parties! I have responsibilities and-"

"Oh no you don't. You told me that's not due for almost two weeks from now, and you've been working non-stop for days on it. Didn't you tell me just last night that it's practically done already?" she challenged me, cutting my protestations off. I was surprised, my eyes widening; I hadn't expected her to push this so much.

She kept at me before I could get a defense out. "Mid-terms are behind us, half of your professors have handed off their work to T.A.s while they busy themselves with conferences, your clubs don't have anything going on for at least another week, and you have all the time you could possibly need to polish off the internship project." With a stern look that reminded my strongly of my mother, she chastened me, "You need a break, and you need to remember you have friends!"

I hesitated, biting my lip as she pointed out a flaw in my thoughts; I hadn't seen any of my friends in nearly a month. I'd been too busy studying or preparing for this or that. She wasn't the only friend to complain about it, either. I'd already had one friend tell me to take her number out of my phone since I was "too busy for her." Alexis was my roommate, however; that made it a lot harder to just dismiss or avoid her.

"Think of it as a networking opportunity, Heather," she offered, seeing that she'd found a weakness. "Who knows, maybe Randy will be there, and you KNOW how big he's been getting into business around here. I heard he might even have a role that you'd be interested in," she teased in sing-song.

I squinted at her disapprovingly. "Really? Randy? Did you forget that he slapped my ass last time we were at a thing together?" I retorted. Randy had shamelessly done so at a theme party. Ancient Egyptian, of course, which was how I'd been convinced to go. It was admittedly fun to walk around in flowy silks like the priestesses of old. My mother had gladly lent me a priestess costume she'd had; I was surprised to find that it fit me. I'd always thought my mother was pretty curvy, but I somehow still fit the dress nicely. Apparently, Randy had thought so too.

"Yeah, but I'll bet you liked it just a little bit. When's the last time you had sex, anyway?" the wolf asked me.

"That's! That is none of your business!" I protested, blushing furiously. Water flew across the bathroom as I turned to face her directly, exasperation and shock across my face that she would be so brazen. She seemed decidedly non-plussed by my indignation, however, merely toying with a jaguar locket I wore.

"Oh yeah? How about a kiss? A date? Hell, when's the last time you even looked in a guy's eyes for more than a second?" she pushed further.

"I...um...that's...beside the point," I said, squirming uncomfortably. I wasn't a prude, or at least I certainly didn't think so. I'd lost my virginity at a party in high school! I'd let a few friends talk me into getting pretty drunk, and I ended up with the nickname Closet Party Girl, after that. A few real jerks even started calling me Claudie trying to get into my pants. ...it didn't work. I'd had a few boyfriends, and we'd done...things I probably didn't want my mother knowing about, but I'd taken precautions. I had plans; getting pregnant was not one of them.

My mother had taught me well about those things, especially protections and ways to get around them. Weirdly, she'd never told me about heat-suppressants; I learned about those in school, instead. I'd always thought that one a bit odd, but she could be pretty old-fashioned at times.

"I think it very much is the point, girl," she said, grinning to me. "Come on, you could stand to have your ass slapped a time or two tonight. Reminder you're a real woman. Alpha Bitch in the making," she said with a toothy grin.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I'm a lioness, Lexi, not a wolf, remember?"

She stuck her tongue out at me and then giggled, "Queen of the Pride, then. Besides, either way, the Queen's gotta get laid now and then or lose her spot in the King's favor!" I replied by throwing her toothbrush at her to make my feelings known. It bounced harmlessly off of her and clattered to the bathroom floor.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh! Don't gotta ruin my fresh, minty breath!" she relented, picking her toothbrush off the ground. She sighed ruefully before tossing it in the trash. "Just...please come out tonight? You have a chance for a break, and...you could really use one. It'll be fun!" she said. She then grinned impishly and said, "Clara will be there..."

A funny feeling ran through me; that could go two ways...or both. Clara was one of the more popular party girls. She had this ability to get even the wallflowers to come out of their shell. She could be brash...but she was undeniably fun to be around. I just looked at Alexis for a moment...and the tired lioness in the mirror took over in my mind. Maybe a break would be good after all... A party could be nice.

"HAH! I knew it!" she said, alarming me as I realized I'd said my thoughts aloud.

"Wait I-" I tried to protest, but I was quickly cut off.

"No! No take backs! We're going out, and you're gonna have a good time, and that's that!" she said, pulling me into a surprising hug. I blinked a few times, then hugged her back and nodded.

"Okay...A good time..." I said, unconvincingly. I still wasn't enthusiastic about the idea. I was hoping to maybe try and talk my way out of it later, maybe while Alexis was busy with other things. However, she quickly made it apparent that wasn't going to happen.

"I'll even help you get ready! You're going to knock them dead, Girl!" she said with an excited giggle. Alexis, or Lexi, as I sometimes called her, could be almost oppressively excitable. I knew I wasn't getting out of this easily, so I gave in for now and set to work on preparing for a party.

The rest of the day flew by as I put down my pen and picked up my flat-iron. Pleats, lace, and patterns took up my thoughts as I debated different dresses, tops, bottoms, the works. Alexis came in on me trying on a dress I thought looked quite elegant and demure. She looked surprisingly scandalized.

"Oh, hell no," she said, going straight to my wardrobe. Flinging the doors open, she picked through for a moment before pulling out my skimpiest-cut crop-top. Shortly after that, she found a skirt I'd gotten for a "schoolgirl" Halloween outfit from when I was younger. It still fit, but it was much less modest now on my full, filled-out curves. "These, and lose the bra," she said simply.

"What!? But I-" my protest came out.

"No! Buts! Well, your butt, maybe. You're wrapped up in a pretty little bow all the time, Heather; tonight's your chance to live a little! Honestly, when do you think you'll have another to feel shamelessly sexy?" she asked.

I sagged and sighed. She'd caught me; I'd already tried the top on before while she was out. I'd had to admit that I'd felt sexy. But I saw this as going there for a networking opportunity, not to be a rampant slut, or a party girl out of the closet. I looked over at her, the wolf just holding them expectantly in the air toward me.

"....fine," I said, relenting begrudgingly, and grumbling a little as I took the clothes. I blushed firmly as she watched me, not letting me out of her sight after that. We'd seen each other naked a couple of times; she was much less modest than I was. For a while, I started to think that I might be going to this party more for her than for me. But with the clothing, startlingly handsy help from my roommate, and some tactically applied makeup, we finally finished. It was impossible to deny as I looked back at myself from the mirror: I was sexy.

One Uber later, and a few glances in the mirror from the driver that I pretended to ignore, we walked up the steps to a very nice house with booming music inside. There was an intimidating stud of a horse at the door. For a moment, I thought he might be one of the school linebackers. He looked us over, and his eyes widened as he looked at me. I blushed a little, but he quickly nodded us in before I could say anything. I caught a little grin on his face in the corner of my eye before we passed into the house.

It was like diving into the water; the chilly night air gave way to a hot, heavy, pulsating atmosphere. People danced and laughed and chattered incoherently around us as we slid into the house with the door closing behind us. Alexis led me around, and I realized two things. One, this was no networking function. Two, this house was a lot bigger and a lot nicer than I'd realized.

"Isn't this great!?" Lexi shouted to me over the music, leading me by hand through the first couple of rooms until we arrived at an in-house bar. The house had its own bar. Working behind the bar was a svelte, yet curvy beauty. As I looked her over, I realized it was none other than-

"HEATHER!" squealed Clara, setting down a bottle and positively bouncing her way out from behind the bar. I felt arms around my middle before I could react; I'd be embarrassed at the meow her squeeze made me let out, if not for the fact the music was too loud for anyone else to hear it. "Oh my gosh, Heather, it's been forever! You look HOT, girl!" the sleek ferret girl said as she looked me over.

"Doesn't she!?" Lexi agreed with Clara, leaning in to kiss cheeks. At least, that's what I thought they were doing; that was a lot of lip contact for a cheek-kiss! I watched as the two hugged for an almost uncomfortably long time, starting to wonder if maybe my roommate was hoping to jump my bones.

"I um...L-lexi convinced me to come out tonight to..um...n-network!" I stammered, not quite loudly enough and having to repeat myself over the music.

"Networking, huh? Well, don't worry, Heather, we'll get you 'hooked up' before you know it, girl! Just leave everything to me!" Clara said, her intoxicating and infectious energy washing over me; I couldn't help but smile. Clara was just that way: you couldn't help but have fun with her around. A glass slid across the bar. "Here! Don't worry about paying, it's free!" she reassured me.

"Oh! Thanks!" I called back, taking the drink and looking at it for a moment. A Sex on the Beach. Go figure, Clara remembered my favorite drink, even if I almost never ordered it out of sheer embarrassment.

"Go on, drink up! Let me know what you think, I've been practicing!" she pressed.

"Oh no, I really shouldn't! I'm here to meet people and do a little networking! I don't want to get too drunk or anything!" I protested. Clara pouted with eyes that would make the poutiest Alexis proud, and she whined softly to me, "Aww, but Heather, I made it especially for you! I've been practicing this recipe and everything, and I'm proud of it!" I sighed internally. This was how Clara got to girls like me, knowing we hated to disappoint. And if she'd really been practicing perfecting my favorite drink, it was hard for me to deny her.

"I don't know about this, but...If you've really been practicing, a little sip couldn't hurt anything, right?" I reasoned, trying to give myself an out still. Clara and Lexi, almost in sync, both shook their heads at me in a fashion shockingly reminiscent of my mother.

"A drink like that has to be enjoyed properly! A little sip won't tell the whole story!" Clara said with a reassuring smile, taking a rag and wiping the bar down while she watched me. Not wanting to disappoint, I sighed and brought the drink to my lips. The sweet, fruity, strong flavor practically exploded in my mouth. She'd used good vodka, but also strong vodka. The cherries were dark and rich; really rich, even. The cherry taste was surprisingly strong in the drink.

"It's...actually really good!" I admitted, looking at it for a moment. "Do you have a secret ingredient in there? I really taste the cherries!" I asked.

"Oh! Yeah, that's just the cherries, they're really good ones!" she called back, shaking up another drink for someone as they approached the bar. I turned and realized Lexi had left and brought back a familiar face. It was one I wasn't too happy to see.

"Well, well, well. Look who's come out of her cave! it's the Pride Queen herself," said the smug, but relaxed tiger. As much as I was mad at him, Randy was still a smoking hot guy. If not for the fact that he was too forward for my taste, I'd have given my left ovary to have a guy like him.

"I came to network!" I said, trying to hopefully head off any inappropriate remarks from the get-go; he was an infamous philanderer, and had made his desire for me known more than once. His hand on my ass had just been the pickle in my ice-cream.

"Networking, huh? Kitten lookin to do a job or two, Clara?" he said, that trademark sly grin of his plastered all over his face.

"Oh yeah, I told her we'd get her hooked up for sure!" the ferret said with a giggle before setting a Sea Breeze in front of him. "For Lexi. Don't worry, I've got your Blowjob coming right up, Randy!" When I just about spit out my drink, she laughed, "It's a cocktail, Heather!"

"Oh yeah, I'm really into cockin tails!" he joked; I couldn't restrain the groan, but he just found that funny. Strangely, I did too, a giggle leaving my lips as the groan ended. Feeling a bit hot under the collar, I looked my drink over again. I wondered if it might've been even stronger than I realized, or if maybe I was just really enjoying it and drinking too fast. My thoughts didn't have much chance to percolate, however.

"Hey Heather, isn't this a great party?" Lexi cooed in my ear, getting handsy with me again. Despite how hot my cheeks felt, they weren't the only part of me starting to feel kind of hot.

I squirmed a bit and stammered, "Y-yeah, it's great! You make a killer drink, Clara!" I couldn't deny that she was a great mixologist, and I smiled as Clara beamed at me. "And-wait," I said, interrupting myself as a familiar song came on. I tilted my head, listening closer. "Wait is that?" I murmured, then shouted, "...It is!" The drink and the song distracted from the fact that my roommate was all but groping my tits in public. It was a really good drink, and the song was one of my guiltiest pleasures.

By the chorus, I'd already guzzled half my drink down. Intoxicated from the drink, the song, and the pulsating heat of the party, I was up on the bar. Bouncing like a bareback horse-rider, I yelled out "HEYYYY SEXY LADY!" I did my best effort to mimic the dancing girls from the song. Clara, Alexis, the leering Randy, and more than a few other guys all cheered me along, clapping in time with the beat.

"HEYYYY SEXY LADY!" all of them called out at me in time with the song, cheering me on more than paying attention the song. I felt electric and alive. I hadn't felt like this since high school! As the music came to a climactic end, I made a power-pose on the bar, likely giving half of my audience a good look up my skirt. Randy and another guy thankfully helped me down while Clara and Lexi clapped along with the others.

"Told you you'd have a good night," Alexis said to my ear, drawing a slightly drunken giggle from me. She'd been right, of course. I was having the most fun I'd had in years, and the night was only just getting started. In a flash of impulsive spontaneity, I lifted my crop-top up, flashing the entire crowd. Electric and alive, the sound of the cheering and the feeling of the eyes of boys on me. No...not boys, but men looking at a sexy woman.

My body flushed over, and I felt my confidence break. My inhibitions prodded me with a pitchfork of warning. Covering myself, I blushingly turned away from the crowd to quickly finish my drink. Looking at Clara, all she did was grin and wink at me before serving some other guy a drink. No, not some other guy, the guy who'd helped me down. He was pretty good looking, too, a wolf with his fur trimmed in all the right places to show off a bit of muscle underneath.

"Maybe you could use a break and a bit of privacy?" I heard in my ear, the familiar confidence reassuring, even if I'd otherwise have not wanted his breath in my ear.

"Yes, yes, I could use a break," I said, taking a few breaths and fanning myself a bit. I barely even registered that it was Randy holding my arm, or that Lexi was toying with my skirt. I felt so hot. So very hot. It must've been the crowd, I thought; so many people gathered around, of course I was burning up! By the Goddess, I could certainly use that break.

My roommate and Randy, and the other guy who I didn't recognize, both lead me away from the bar through a couple corridors and into a quieter room. There was a comfy chair and a bed there, and I flopped on the bed for a moment while the door closed behind us. I looked around, and the décor brought back memories of my fascination with Bastet as a child. There were Egypt-themed knick-knacks scattered about the room. The bedding felt like either silk or Egyptian cotton. I recognized symbols of life and love on the walls.

"Gosh, its been a while since I had a drink like that. Clara really knows how to make em, huh?" I slurred a bit. "I'm hot. Is it hot in here?" I said, sitting up and fanning myself and pulling at my top. As I looked down, there was a strange, almost ritualistic shape on the floor. I realized it was a rug, patterned to look like an altar surrounded by sacred symbols of ancient Egyptian gods.

"It's definitely hot in here. Especially with you two," Randy called, leaning in and nibbling gently at the side of my neck. I squealed girlishly, giggling and pushing gently at him.

"Oh s-stop, I'm not that kind of girl!" I protested. Alexis sat on the other side of me, her palm settling on my belly and kneading downward.

"You totally are, girl. You've just forgotten it," she cooed into my ear. "And we're gonna help you remember!" she said, her other paw unzipping my skirt at my hip.

"H-hey, what are you-" came my halting protests. "I just came for networking, not for anything like...that!" I clarified yet again, still fanning myself and pulling at my top some more.

"You sure about that? Dressed up like that, you're the hottest girl at the party, Heather," I heard Randy in my other ear. Even my boy here thinks so, right?"

"You're damn hot, girl. You have any idea how bad I want to just bend you over that bed and go to town?" he said, his voice deeper and gruffer than Randy's. I looked at him, realizing two things. One, I didn't know him, nor his name. Two, he looked so hot without a shirt on. My thighs clenched together, and I let out a soft, but undeniably sexy grunt.

"I just...I'm supposed to be the good girl!" I protested meekly, reaching to press against Lexi and Randy's chests. I heard Lexi moan sexily, and Randy grunt pleasantly, realizing that I wasn't so much pushing them away as groping them shamelessly. I felt so very, very hot. A familiar sense washed over me, and I realized with a start: it was that time of the year again! I had been so busy with work, clubs, and my presentation that I'd forgotten to take my heat-suppressants!

"Don't worry, Girl, you'll be the best girl around," Lexi crooned lustily in my ear, shamelessly slipping her fingers into my sex and drawing a gasp out of me. Had I been this wet all evening?

"That's fuckin hot," Randy said to his friend. "You can hear just how wet she is." I blushed firmly, though I couldn't be sure anymore whether from embarrassment or need. "Heh. Came here for networking, huh? Well, I'll tell you this much. You're in luck, because one of the projects I'm doing just so happens to need someone just like you. And what's more, you don't even have to interview. Lexi showed me some of what you've been working on, and you're perfect for the role. Whatever happens tonight, the job's yours if you want it," he said. Lexi hadn't lied, that was for sure.

"I...I'll think about it. When I actually can think, I mean," I said back, gasping and whimpering as my roommate groped and ground her palm against my clit. Where had my skirt gone? My panties? Had my breasts always been hanging out like that? Goddess I felt so hot! "We...we shouldn't, it's not...ah! I'm in heat!" I warned.

"Well don't worry about that. I'm a wolf. We're not compatible, right? I can fuck you all night long, and it won't take," said the guy I didn't know. I suddenly realized another thing: he was HUNG, and proud of it. At least seven inches of thick, proud flesh throbbed and pointed in my direction. I felt myself clench around Lexi's fingers.

"I...it's not guaranteed but...I mean..." I drunkenly tried to dither.

"He's not like me, Heather. No barbs. Even if he could, he can't make you...release..." said Randy, crooning in my ear and lazily, gently raking his claws across my belly. I couldn't help but hiss, arching my back as that little bit of pain called to the feline female I was. My body clenched and fluttered, almost threatening a mini-climax right there. "How about it? We're all good to go here, if you're in. No risk at all, just good...hard...long fun."

I watched the guy, whose name I still didn't know, step towards my already spreading legs. His cock was already leaking and throbbing, practically telling me what it was about to do to me. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was my heat. Maybe it was having been "the good girl" for so damn long. Maybe it was hands pawing my breast, or Lexi pressing firmly on my clit at just the right time. Whatever the reason, my answer moaned out loudly, "YES~!"

I felt warmth upon me, the guy leaning over me and stealing a kiss without even asking. A moment later, I felt Lexi's fingers withdraw and...with only a single miss, I felt her aiming him into me. Full! That's what I felt suddenly, squealing out as that thick dick slid into me and stretched my snug, under-used passage wide. I felt what seemed like a baseball press to my sex, knowing it was called a knot because Lexi was much less shy than I about sex.

"Oh goddess~!" I moaned, bearing down almost reflexively on him.

"F-fuck she's tight," he groaned out as he covered me.

"She is a cat, you know, and a good bit smaller than you," I heard Randy call from over by the chair, shortly before a feminine yip broke the air. From the quick, pitchy panting shortly after, it wasn't hard to tell that Alexis and Randy were having their own fun together.

"Hey. Stay with me, here," I heard my unnamed beau chasten me with surprising tenderness. "They're not here right now. Just you, just me. Man and woman, doing what nature commands of us...and NNG...R-rewards!" he said, grunting loudly as he smooshed his knot against me.

"F-fuckin...hhah~! Y-you're not gonna try to...ah! To stick that in me right? Its..hah...hah...w-way too big!" I worried aloud to him. My body was on fire, but in such a good way as he claimed me deeply. I felt like I was made for this, to take his dick, or any dick. To be a slutty little kitten, rightfully pinned under this shameless, proud hunk of male.

"D-don't worry. I ain't planning to be stuck to you all night. Fun as...nng...f-fuck..." he grunted loudly, his cock throbbing and his hips halting with his bulb squashing my clit; GOD that felt good! "Fun as that'd be, sexy...I have other things to do tonight, as do you," he said. I wanted to think more about what that meant, but his tip tickling my deepest places and knot pounding into my clit made that almost impossible.

I heard Randy yowl out from across the room, matched with Lexi moaning heavily; no doubt he'd just done something risky together with her. Unlike me, I was pretty sure she didn't have induced ovulation as a saving grace, and he would trigger it anyway. I could only wonder if he wasn't knocking her up right now. It'd serve her right. For being such a slutty bitch...a good bitch....in her rightful place on his cock, taking his kittens. Heat was a hell of a drug!

"Gonna be us in a minute. You ready, girl?" I heard my own partner croon in my ear. "I wanna hear it. You want it in? Or out?" he huffed and puffed, his thrusting getting more intense. I REALLY didn't want him making a mess all over me, where everyone would know what we'd done, and my heat-addled mind took to heart that he couldn't make me ovulate...so it was fine, right?

"I-IN! D-don't take it out!" I moaned out almost desperately. Apparently he really liked that, because he smiled a really warm smile and picked up the pace. I was about screaming as his cock pounded into me, rocking my entire world until there was nothing but the feeling of his throbbing and the hot, electric pleasure. The bloom of warmth inside. The masculine grunt of a man pushed to his breaking point. The feeling of being made full and whole, and reminded in the purest sense that I was female first and foremost.

As my senses came gasping back to me, I felt him nuzzling in against my cheek. "Damn, you're a good girl..." he panted softly to me, surprisingly affectionate for a one-night stand. I was about to ask him about it before I heard Lexi.

"Heather~" I heard her whine. "Don't be greedy, it's my turn next!" she pouted. I was about to ask what she meant, before I felt both men pull me to my feet! I blinked blankly, watching Alexis take my place upon the bed.

I'd seen her naked before; it was nearly impossible not to, living together as long as we had. But never before had I seen her in full like this. Spread out, her knees pulled back on either side of her breasts. Her fingers pulled her sex open invitingly, and I could see some of what Randy must have given her starting to leak out a little.

"Come on, quick! Plug me up before it leaks out!" she called to Mister Unnamed. I heard him playfully rumble something to her before making her squeal again, and the tell-tale grunting of the two starting to fuck right in front of us.

I huffed softly, feeling a little put out that I'd been so quickly forgotten. I turned to see Randy in the chair by the door; it seemed almost strategically placed to make an unchallenged exit impossible. He pat his lap and smiled. "Sit with me a minute. We can chat more about our...opportunities..." he said in that trademark confidence.

I blushed firmly, seeing him sat there with his penis half hard and smeared with the mixed male and female fluids. He wasn't hiding it in the slightest. But I was still too tired, and still feeling too hot, to argue. Even with the dousing warmth of Mister Anonymous deep inside me, I still felt a certain amount of need in my belly. The one time I hadn't taken my suppressants before, it'd been like that too. It was like I need to be mated and bred repeatedly to get any satisfaction.

I heard a soft chuff in my ear, realizing that I'd settled myself in his lap on autopilot, and was side-saddle leaning against his chest. "I wasn't kidding either. You want that job, it's yours. I've got an eye for talent. All you gotta do is say yes," he all but purred.

I puffed softly and frowned. "What, have sex with you to get a job?" I said, weakly indignant.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, I think you'll have sex with me anyway. But even if you don't, it's still yours if you want it. The sex is just a bonus," he reassured. I couldn't help but relax. Could things really be going my way that quickly?

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to wait until my head was clearer. Instead, I asked, "What makes you so confident? That...I'll have sex with you, anyway?"

He laughed and slid his hand to my ass, making me wriggle a little as he groped and squeezed it. "Because you're a cat in heat. You can't help it. You need it," he said, emphasizing the word need. "You're a female, and your body knows that it needs a male. Now, and later, but especially now. Do you really think it coincidence you're in heat tonight?"

I glared at him and said, "Did Clara spike my drink?"

He shook his head, "Oh no, Heather. She did make yours a little stronger to help you relax, but no. Lexi told me you forgot to take your heat suppressants, and you've been working your pretty little tail off for a month...and you would finally have a real chance to have some fun tonight. And we? Well...have you heard of the Cult of Bastet?"

I blinked and thought for a moment. "I...I have, actually. My mother used to pray to her," I admitted. "She was a protector goddess, right?" I recalled, though I knew there were some things i'd forgotten; Egyptian Gods rarely had just one aspect.

He chuckled and brushed a finger along my belly. "Well yes, that too...but she's also a Goddess of pregnancy and childbirth. True adherents know the signs of a Pride Queen's inner female crying out to be heard. It was no accident you forgot your suppressants; your body demanded to be satisfied. Look over there, at Lexi. Tell me she doesn't look like she's having the time of her life as he breeds her."

She looked over, her eyes wide as she watched. She watched, her eyes glued to her roommate's sex spreading and then greedily closing around his thick knot. She watched as his balls clenched and lifted subtly, pouring his seed into her. She listened, and could finally hear clearly. "Breed me! By the Goddess, breed me!" She looked to him in surprise, her mouth open in shock.

"Yes, believe it or not, there are non-feline followers of Bastet. Our Goddess is a bundle of fun, if you let her be," he smirked and winked. I couldn't help but look back at the two, watching as their bodies lazily twitched. Images passed through my mind as I wondered if he was impregnating her right at that moment. And at the feel of his cock pressing against my thigh...whether he was too.

"Will she...?" I asked trailingly.

"It's pretty likely, yeah. She's in heat too, you know. Not as natural as you; her drink was part of a regimen to improve fertility," he confirmed. When I just looked at him slack-jawed, he laughed, "Oh yeah. She absolutely timed it for this. Clara helped a ton. Alcohol's not the only thing she's good at mixing."

My cheeks burned furiously. I thought about it for a moment, and then asked, "Wait, are you really sure she didn't spike my drink?" I thought back to the strange taste of cherries.

"Well, not in the way you're thinking, perhaps; you got a taste of what Lexi got, too. You're definitely fertile as can be tonight," he said. Before I could move from his lap, I felt his arm wrap around and begin gently caressing my breast. "But is that such a bad thing? This is what you were made to do. Your roommate knew it. I know it. He knows it. And your body most definitely knows it," he purred, his paw traveling down to caress my belly.

"I don't...know what you're talking about..." I denied, squirming and whimpering. I was feeling hot again. Dammit, this heat! My body knew I wasn't pregnant. Worse, I was sitting in the lap of a perfectly good male, ready to breed me and make me the mother I was sup-FUCK! Hah!

"I think you do. Given how much you're squirming in my lap. Its coming back, isn't it? That need. You need me inside you, don't you? You need to feel that soreness as my barbs rake your sweet, snug, ripe pussy," he growled out confidently, his paw moving from my belly down to my sex. I moaned out as he pressed my clitoris, rubbing in circles. "Your mother sure knew. My parents told me; she was once a priestess, you know. You could be too, if you wanted. It'd take time, and training...but you're prefect for it. I can smell your need...and your want. You don't just need it, you want it," he told me.

"I...I don't! I...I'm a good girl, with goals! I can't be getting pregnant right now!" I debated back. But even I didn't believe my words; I could hear how meek my voice sounded, how unsure my words were. My body quaked with building need, and his smell tortured me. "I...oh Goddess," I moaned out, his smell like the most heavenly fresh-baked pie.

"Yes, call out to the Goddess. Accept her. Accept me, and what you were made to be," he crooned into my ear, coaxing me to sit backwards in his lap. I looked down, realizing his cock was pointing out from between my thighs and seated firmly against my sex.

"Do it, Girl," I heard, looking up to see Lexi looking at me while stuck knotted upon Mister Unnamed's lap. He grinned encouragingly.

"Mmm. All you have to do...is say yes. And I'll take care of the rest. There's a fair chance you'll get pregnant anyway, with all that seed in you while you're in heat. Even if not tonight...tomorrow night, or the next night. Your heat's not going away. You may as well enjoy it with people who will care for you," he cooed into my ear, gently licking and making my back arch. My pussy pressed to his cock, and I moaned out needfully. "And for our kittens together..." he added, his free hand kneading at my belly.

"Oh Goddess, yes!" I moaned out despite myself, as if my body was answering for me in lieu of my mind. I hadn't wanted to get pregnant. But now that I was here, and that there was a chance I might already...I wanted nothing else but to become a mother. To feel Randy's cock locked deep in my core, throbbing and filling me. To feel his barbs rake me and force my little eggs to rush to meet their mixed seed.

"As you wish..." he almost whispered, suddenly taking hold of my scruff with his teeth. I felt my body go limp and pliable, and a feeling of warm security settle over me. Easily, my body allowed him to shift, and then I felt a familiar sensation for the second time tonight. "Nnng..." I felt him grunt around my fur as he claimed me.

I clenched up around him, feeling the inside of my body quivering needfully as a cock much more suited to my body came inside. It was almost heavenly, feeling full like this again; he wasn't as big as his friend, but he felt more right to be inside of me. "Yes..yes...yes..." I moaned out meekly, drunkenly, lost in the sea of pleasure from his cock inside of me.

"See? I told you...as did your body. You were made for this," he cooed, affectionately grooming me from behind while his hands gripped my hips. I felt my body shift in counter to his, as if on its own. Soft little mewls escaped my lips, and my cunt throbbed and squeezed around him. "H-hope you're ready...I'm about to start..." he grunted.

"Fuck her good, Randy! Make her a proud Pride Queen!" I heard Lexi goad him on. The guy she was with just chuckled and made her squeak as he slapped her ass. "Aahhah~! Wanna have a little more fun, huh?" she asked playfully, leaning back to push him back on the bed. I watched as she sat up, watched as my roommate ground herself in his lap. I could see how her sex was swollen around his knot, and how she leaked and made his lap shiny with her fluid. She moaned shamelessly, eagerly stirring herself with him.

"Sexy aren't they?" Randy purred to me. "Now it's our turn, to do it the cat way," he said, his only warning before he lifted me up and then, with surprising strength, brought me to the floor. I gasped out as he pinned me in a position I'd learned from yoga as "downward dog," claiming my pussy again. I shrieked as he wasted no time, slapping his hips into my sore rump over and over again. He was like a jackhammer!

"Goddess YES!" I screamed out, surely loudly enough for those outside to hear. "Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Fuck your slutty good girl!" the words practically poured from my lips. I squealed helplessly, and joyously, as he mated me with reckless abandon. The feel of his barbs tickling back and forth within me, threatening with the pain I would later feel, and the fate I would doubtless face. And I couldn't be more fulfilled.

"Do it, Randy! Make her a mama-kitty!" I heard Alexis cheer, followed by a squeal as...oh who cared? I was too busy getting the best sex of my life!

"I'm about to. F-fuck... I'm right...right about there...Say it, Heather. I want to hear you give yourself to me...Give yourself to the Goddess," he grunted loudly, even as he pounded his hips into my ass.

"YES! By Bastet, give it to me!" I squealed! "Don't pull out! In...Inside! Cum inside meeee~!" I squealed in a high pitch wail. I cried out to the world, announcing as it happened, "Oh Goddess, he's breeding me~!" For the second time, I felt warmth blooming inside of me, the feeling of the world disappearing except for him and I. I could almost see the Goddess, a beautiful, shamelessly sexy feline female. I could almost see her smiling at me. And I could almost feel the release of my eggs, if not for the more present feeling of his barbs raking out of me.

"Woah, kitten!" he yelped as he darted away from my reflexive swipe of claws at him. I flopped on the ground, spent and gasping for breath. I could feel the warmth settling, both within and upon me. If the Goddess was real, I was sure she was smiling upon me, and blessing me as a mother to be. I realized I was wrong...I felt even more fulfilled than before. Randy had been right. This was what I'd been made to do.

"Good job, Heather!" I barely registered Lexi's words.

"Mmm. Let me know if you have any with wolf-like features," I heard Mister Unnamed. "I hope I get at least one.."

"Welcome to the Cult of Bast," I heard Randy purr into my ear as he leaned over me, laying me out on my back. I felt him gently tracing a pattern upon my lower belly with some cold liquid, and eventually realized he was marking out a womb-like tattoo upon me. I blushed firmly, even as he smiled up to me. "Well? How do you feel?"

I took a moment to collect myself, then let out a sigh. "Best...networking event...ever."