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(Note: This is an experiment that I wanted to try writing. While it mirrors some events in one of my other stories, this is a standalone piece and should probably not be considered canon. The Incest tag is again used just in case, although the "siblings" in this story are laboratory-grown hybrids from the same batch, and are not actually related by parentage or genetics.)

Kelly was, or so she had thought, a fairly normal girl. Normal, at least, for the environment in which she grew up, an environment where looking mostly human, but with the fur, tail and facial features of a siamese cat as she did - or a rabbit, or fennec, or red panda - was not particularly unusual. For her, it was all normal: a team of lab-coated handlers and teachers instead of traditional parents, an enclosed school/dormitory/medical facility for a home, sharing a room with fifteen other "brothers and sisters" who all managed to get on surprisingly well despite their numbers, sleeping snuggled together at night in one giant ball of fur.

This had been the "normal" life she had known, ever since she emerged from the tubelike artificial womb where she had spent the first many years of her life, and what would have been her traditional childhood. Seven years of her life had elapsed unconsciously in that tube, and she had been in the facility for eight more. During that time, she had learned about all manner of things, and how to get along well enough with her de-facto siblings, although not one of them really looked all that alike, as each of them featured some genetics from different other species, grafted onto a mostly-human base. Of course, it was easy enough to get along with them, as apart from short periods of time in the morning and evening, their interactions were usually carefully structured and managed by the human assistants, who used to tower over them but were now simply more than a head taller.

Up until that point, Kelly hadn't really differentiated that much between boys and girls, aside from general attitudes - girls like her were calmer, liked to talk more, and were generally easier to be around, while boys were louder, liked to tumble around more outside, and ranged in behavior from polite to distressing, so she usually tended to avoid them, preferring to spend time with the other girls working together on their classwork, or building elaborate worlds in make-believe games, of a type that she would realize years later came close to rivaling some established roleplaying systems in their complexity. To them, though, it was an excellent fantastical escape from a world that, while packed with knowledge, was limited to a series of beige hallways and was itself a sterile an uninspiring place.

Beyond those basic distinctions, though, she hadn't really thought about why boys and girls were different, or what that would really mean when they grew up - their teachers had touched on biology a bit, but that had been mostly about low-level genetics, rather than any higher-level processes, and there hadn't been much instruction about their own development or bodies besides the basics. They had occasionally slept naked as children, and she had occasionally "played doctor" with a couple of the boys out of idle curiosity about the differences, but due to their unusual genetics, the differences were somewhat less pronounced. Their overall body forms were slightly different - the girls, a bit softer, the boys, a little more squared off - but due to their relatively thick coats of fur, the differences were hard to make out. And even though they had grown up, they didn't have the features that made women stand out from men - while their hips were a little wider, they didn't have the breasts which stood out obviously on the female assistants. Instead, on their chests and stomachs, they generally had two columns of pink nipples that poked out slightly above the surrounding fur, something which the boys didn't seem to have at all. The only other difference was between the legs, where the boys had some weird dangly thing that the girls did not, but as far as she knew the only thing that changed was how you went to the bathroom. In short, she was completely unprepared for a spring morning when the changes her body had been going through activated in full force.

Actually, for her , it had started in earnest the night before, and had been building up for some days prior to that. She had been feeling uncharacteristically anxious, like her whole body was on edge, and occasionally things felt too hot or too cold. She had wondered if she was beginning to get sick, but it never really felt bad, just... tense. Then the night before, she almost felt swollen somehow, like her skin was too tight for her body, and the nipples poking through her fur seemed bigger and redder than before, and felt strangely sensitive, giving her a weird feeling whenever anything brushed against them, even her clothing. By the time she was getting ready for bed, the feeling became so intense as to be almost uncomfortable, and she stripped off her shirt before she went to sleep, curled up in a tight ball to keep anything from touching them. She still felt restless and tense, and her underwear, which she usually didn't feel much at all, was an undeniable presence pressing against her fur, especially between her legs, an area which suddenly felt much more sensitive as well. She tried to reposition them, pulling them down and back up again, but when the fabric pulled tight again it suddenly felt very warm and comfortable, a warmth that seemed to radiate out from her abdomen and permeate her body, the tension transitioning into a feeling that was similar, but somehow more relaxing, more anticipating and excited, but for what she wasn't quite sure. Somehow, her body was ready for something, and the discomfort was quickly fading to be replaced with something that felt unusually pleasant. The initial wave of warmth mostly passed, except for deep within her abdomen, and every time she slightly shifted her legs the fabric between them became warmer and more comfortable, and she fell happily asleep as her body made its final preparations - and unbeknownst to her, many of the other girls were doing the same thing.

When she awoke the next morning, the tension had metamorphosed into a completely new and unexpected set of feelings. The entire world felt... not different, exactly, but it felt like her entire perspective had shifted, and her mind was suddenly focusing on things in a way that it normally did not. Normally, she was a thoughtful girl, regularly focused on her studies, but she found that her thoughts were hard to focus - while she was conscious, her eyes open, she felt as though she were only half-awake, and instead of thoughts, her mind was feeding her a steady stream of feelings and sensations instead. While she would normally have hardly noticed the feeling of her siblings snuggled up against her, as she was so used to it, she could feel even the slight movements of the other person brushing against her fur. She was still curled up, and the room was brightening as it normally did, but things seemed even brighter than usual, the edges of everything somehow softer. Her vision felt like it was taking a backseat to her other senses, and her sense of smell was particularly focused - while she knew the scents of the others well enough, it was generally noticed only in passing. Now, though, every time she breathed in, the smells played across her consciousness almost musically, and she could easily make out the individual notes. The scents of the girls were... different, tinged with an unusual smell that she couldn't quite place, but those smells somehow interested her far less than those of the boys, which for some reason now seemed unusually exotic and intriguing, the scents alone making her shiver in delight, a feeling that ran down her spine and left her tail twitching, while the unusual warmth resumed in her abdomen. The sensation of the person snuggled against her suddenly felt somehow too intense, and she rolled away onto her back. Even the blanket on top of her felt too uncomfortable, and she tossed it off, lying spreadeagled off on the side of the sleeping area, slightly apart from the others.

She tried to focus and made it to her hands and knees, and she could feel a smile spreading across her muzzle. Despite feeling oddly distracted mentally, physically she felt more than good, every inch of her body seeming to buzz with excitement and sensation. She realized that her body was somehow more present than it had been before, and she was more aware of it - while previously the sensation of her body in contact with something would have taken a backseat to other thoughts, she was keenly aware of the way the blanket she was kneeling on pressed against her fur, and her fingers could feel the grain and softness of the fabric as she kneaded it involuntarily in her hands. Her fur was so sensitive that she could sense even the slightest breeze from the air system playing across individual strands, and each sensation brought her more pleasure. Touch was suddenly key to her existence, and she realized that every part of her body was aching for similar sensation.

She kneeled there for a moment, still trying to figure out what was going on. She knew that the others would be waking up soon, and it should be time to get up, get dressed, and get started on the day, but at the same time she felt like she just wanted to stay in bed and play, rolling around so that she could feel the soft blankets against her fur all over. Still, she made a half-hearted effort to stand up, but her muzzle dipped and curled back down towards a nearby pillow, the rest of her body following suit in a lazy combination between a stretch and a roll, ending up on her back with her arms and legs in the air. She giggled at the silliness of it all, dropping her limbs back down and rolling back and forth on her back to rub against the soft blankets, almost looking like she was trying to form a snow angel, purring happily at the wonderful sensations that resulted.

After a few minutes, she rolled onto her side, as around her she could hear stirring as the others began to wake up. Taking a break from that stimulation, she realized that the feelings she was having were becoming more focused. When she had first awakened, everything in general had felt good, but now all of the touch sensations shivering through her seemed to radiate inward, to her chest and stomach, but especially lower down, in the area covered by her panties. She realized that she could feel them even more intently than she had yesterday, the fabric snug against her butt and hips, feeling almost like someone was embracing them. And the part that went between her legs, in the tiny area where she had skin instead of fur, she could feel very closely, warm and... damp? Yes, she realized, it did feel damp, but lower down from where it would have been if she had urinated, down in the in-between part that hadn't seemed to do much of anything before, but was now quickly becoming the nexus of the pleasurable sensations. Why was it damp, though?

She reached down to see if she could figure out what was happening, but as soon as her hand made contact with the fabric, her touch felt amplified a thousandfold, and she gasped as the electric sensation flowed, but in reverse, out from between her legs to course its way through her extremities and back up her spine. She curled up involuntarily, shivering at the sensation, not daring to move until the almost overpowering feeling subsided. When she did, she realized that she had both hands clasped tightly between her legs, her thighs clenched tight around them. Her whole body felt restless, coursing with energy and sensation, and she began to have the overpowering urge to uncoil and... stretch?

All around her, she could see people waking up and moving around, although she seemed to see them only in passing, as her body focused on her other senses. At least, she realized in the back of her mind, what was happening to her seemed normal - around her, most of the other girls seemed to be behaving similarly, rolling around and generally looking dazedly happy. While she half-noticed a couple of the girls get up and wander off, none of the rest of them seemed to make it up beyond all fours. She got back up on all fours as well, crawling forward towards where the other girls were romping in the center of the bedding. The boys had all gotten up and moved away, and she vaguely noticed them moving to form a ring around the perimeter, but she had a hard time focusing on any of them. It felt right to be in the center of it all, though, and she eventually made her way there, rolling over a couple of times. Towards the center, she arched her back low as she crawled over a pillow, feeling it stroke against the nipples on her belly and making her pause to shiver when it brushed between her legs, her hips moving on their own accord to briefly hump against it, leaving her in a reverie with her face and chest buried in the blankets that covered the ground. She made it roughly into the middle eventually, though, sniffing and grinning as she breathed in the combined smells of those who had just been laying there. All around her were her friends, the group of girls who had played and studied together, but now she said nary a word to them and only barely looked them over, and they did the same, each one lost in their worlds of newfound feelings. One was stretching, one was on her back rubbing intently at her nipples, a doglike one was rubbing her thighs together rapidly back and forth, the red panda one was curling and uncurling into a ball, her hands tucked firmly between her legs and her blue panties shapeless and hanging from her left ankle... al of them doing the same sort of thing, and all of them suddenly unimportant. The boys, though, somehow were, and while she couldn't quite figure out what they were supposed to do yet, she felt very happy at the thought of them watching her.

She rolled briefly onto her back, and then back onto her hands and knees. She could feel the dampness spreading between her legs, where she felt even warmer now, and the warmth felt like it was spreading back inside her, through her hips and into her belly. The urge to stretch, somehow, was almost overpowering, and she got the sense that she was in the right position to stretch, so she just relaxed and waited to see what her body would do. She felt her body shift, and her leg muscles tensed as her head began an instinctual motion, tugging down and to the side as the stretch began with her neck and continued down her spine, causing all of her other muscles to follow. Her elbows bent slightly as her arms braced themselves, and her back arched down as her knees slid apart to either side and her thighs pushed up, her hips naturally rocking back to push her butt into the air, the feeling continuing down her spine and causing her tail to continue forming the arch, up and over in a perfect circle until the tip came back down just between her shoulder blades, twitching against her tantalizingly. This pose felt just right, with her pelvis in the air, her panties exposed and the moisture cooling her to slightly temper the warmth building within. Her muscles all felt comfortably taut as her body worked slightly to perfect the posture, her knees shifting just a bit further and tilting to angle her hips further outward. This outward stretch traveled the length of legs, and when the motion finished between them, she could feel the folds of flesh stretching to either side. There was a brief zing of pain that felt like little more than an accent note against the comfortable stretch, and she could feel something spreading apart, the folds sliding slickly along the fabric of her panties. From between them, a burst of warmth escaped, spreading across the skin as it saturated her panties, a stream of moisture tickling her fur as the droplets dripped down her thigh. While she would have thought that wetting her panties would have been embarrassing in public, this was different, and to her felt perfectly normal. No one was laughing - in fact, none of the girls seemed to notice any of it at all, and the boys, far from snickering, were completely silent, and when she absentmindedly glanced around, she noticed that they were all looking right at her. Not that she minded - somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that part of this stretching was for them, to let them see and smell what she was showing to them.

She stayed in that position for a while, wiggling her butt back and forth as the feelings cooled off a bit, the wet fabric molding itself snugly around the new configuration between her legs, pressing against the area where she urinated, which was now directly exposed to the fabric, and directly around the place that bumped up a little just in front of it, something that felt very, very good. She made a purring sound, hoping to hold onto the feeling, but it was beginning to fade, and her muscles soon relaxed from their tension and let her roll back over onto her back, where she rolled around some more, rubbing at nipples that were suddenly hot to the touch and bumping her butt up against a nearby pillow, before the feeling between her legs and the urge to stretch in that particular way became urgent again.

She continued this cycle for a while, into the stretch to present her butt to the boys and then back into the roll, her body sensing that something was supposed to happen, but each time she went through the cycle, she went back feeling more frustrated and more urgent. Her panties were completely soaked, the moisture spreading up the front and down across her butt, and she desperately needed something there to stop the tingling within and without that was driving her crazy. All she could do, though, was go through the cycle again and let her body do what it wanted.

She went back into her stretch once again, but this time, she saw a blur of yellow dart over in the corner of her vision. Her mind had only just noted the fur color, and noted that it must be Reggie, when he landed right on top of her. She could immediately feel his weight on her back, his hands planed firmly just below the shoulder blades. Her elbows naturally bent to give way, tucking her hands up against her chest, as her upper body made contact with the blankets, her muzzle digging into a pillow as she moaned with the sudden close contact. She could feel his muzzle snuggling into the fur just below her neck, his presence making her suddenly feel calmer, the pressure of his hands against her comforting rather than oppressive. Her moaning quickly turned into soft purring as he rubbed up against her, his legs firmly against hers and something very warm poking insistently at the fabric between her legs, and that touch automatically seemed to make her hips relax and her thighs tense, arching her butt up to align with him, and move what was poking her into a different place, and one where it felt like it was supposed to be, the insistent pressure feeling just right. Reggie grunted, though, and she sighed as his chest pressed against her back, bringing them even closer, as his hands glided along the fur on her sides and back to her hips, where he dipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties just below the base of her tail and pulled down in one smooth motion, peeling the fabric back from her moisture-plastered fur and out from between her legs, letting them fall down towards her knees. Her body reacted to his touch by pushing further back into him, and in return, he arched back momentarily before forcefully pushing back against her. The insistent warmth of his own flesh, something that almost felt like the tip of a finger but much larger and much warmer, pressed firmly against the side of her butt, off from where it was supposed to be. Reggie made the motion again, his hands firm on her hips, and the thing, which she realized must be his penis, but much different than the shrively thing she had seen years before, pushed against the other side instead. On the third try, though, the point pressed against the folds of flesh and pushed in, hard. The folds came apart, stretching to either side, but even further than before, and she could feel his warmth tight against both sides as he pushed past them, each fold being tugged as he pushed in with a strong buck of his hips, and she could feel something yield inside of her as he pushed forward. She gasped as her body was seized by a wave of intense sensation, his thighs pressed tightly against hers and his breath puffing hotly against her neck as her pelvis suddenly felt comfortably full, his penis radiating warmth from deep inside her, every bit of it stretching and filling a place inside of her that seemed perfectly designed to hold it in a perfect and comfortable embrace, a place she hadn't even realized had existed, but now couldn't imagine being without.

However, after a moment, Reggie pulled back, sliding back out, momentarily leaving her body aching for the resumption of that comfortable embrace, but the feeling of him sliding back and tugging lightly at the flesh to either side sent more shivers radiating out from within, and in a moment he rocked back forward again, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck as he pressed her down, her thighs vibrating from the contact. He pulled out and in again, and then again, quickly finding an irregular rhythm, and each stroke in and out sent new shivers down her spine, soon merging into what felt like a constant stream of pleasure that banished her last conscious thought into the background. The sensation became almost too much for her to bear, but instead of becoming uncomfortable, she felt all of her muscles tense, and the most pleasant feeling imaginable coursed through them, causing whatever tension was left to instantly melt away, as her hips quivered and her muscles clenched around the pillar of warmth within her, grinding on it for a moment before beginning to pulsate as the last remaining tension in her dissipated with each pulsation until she fully relaxed. Her thighs were suddenly weak, but somehow she stayed pushed up against him, purring warmly as he tightly embraced her, enjoying the closeness and the feeling that her body was finally satiated. She could feel him still thrusting into her faster now, with each thrust still sending ripples of pleasure through her, but the feeling was muted now, comfortable instead of irresistable. And after a few more thrusts, he stopped as well, feeling even warmer inside of her as his hips twitched against her. Comfortably sated and warm, she hardly even noticed when he slipped out of her, and a moment later, when he was hastily retrieved by one of the assistants, she was already succumbing to pleasant exhaustion, and curled up half-asleep against the assistant who lifted her up and carried her to another room.

As she was the only one who was successfully mated during their brief commingling with the boys during their heat, Kelly emerged from the state soon afterward, halfway disappointed at the loss of the intense feelings, but also happy that she could think clearly once again and get back to the life she was used to, even though it was a life without most of her peers - they were now in a room separate from the boys, and she was with the unaffected girls as the rest of her peers purred and yowled loudly from the next room over, and then the other two were removed when they began their heat a few weeks later. During that time, Kelly was subjected to more medical tests than she usually was, and when one of the doctors said she was pregnant at the end of one appointment, she wasn't really sure what that meant. Judging by the appalled looks on the faces of all the other scientists who came into the room moments afterward, though, she wasn't so sure that was a good thing.

(Author's Note: This was quite a challenge to work on! This is the first time I have ever tried to write any sort of arousal/sex from a female perspective, and since I am not female, attempting to write from a woman's perspective is difficult enough, but trying to write it through the eyes of someone who has been denied basic sexual knowledge, and trying to display a state of arousal somewhere between human sexuality and estrus... I have no idea how I did in that portrayal, hence its location in scraps. That's why I called it an experiment - for some reason after writing the last piece I wondered about the question, "so what was all this like from Kelly's perspective?" This is my attempt to answer that question, and although it ended up being written from a slightly more removed perspective, I did somehow manage to complete it; and the story does seem to work out, at least for me.)