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Her heat had started before she even awoke, but it was made immediately obvious by the manner of her awakening. The motion which awakened her was that of her partner grabbing her shoulder, firmly, and turning her over onto her stomach. She made a questioning, half-awake murmur, but the question was immediately answered when she heard him move, quickly, forcefully, and felt his weight on top of her, pressing her down into the sheets. It wasn't something he usually did, and for good reason - at any other time, she'd turn around and shove him right off, probably giving him a scratch or two for good measure. Now, though, she merely purred, as the urgent pressure felt suddenly wonderful and somehow relaxing, just what she needed to soothe the ache of heat coursing through her abdomen. Her partner breathed gently into her ear, controlling his urgency as he could, patient as ever. Though it was hardly the case that he went without save for her heat every few months, as the nature of their species' mating meant that there were many receptive females that received his attentions in between, he always seemed to enjoy the moments with her especially. She certainly had no complaint, as he gently used his hands to caress the fur on her back, and the skin beneath - unsheathing just enough claw to produce a delightful tickling sensation. Then the hands pressed her down again, as the rest of him moved closer. She could tell that he was already naked, the tip of his penis pressed firmly against the already-drenched crotch of her panties, the warmth tangible. She butted back against him, and he knew she was ready, wasting no time or motion. His hands slid down, his pelvis arcing back only just enough so that he could slide the panties down from around her buttocks, leaving them around her thighs as he quickly returned to his former position, the warmth much more intense as his cock caressed her slit, then stretched it open and pressed forcefully inside.

Due to her physiology, she had nothing so focused as a clitoris - instead, her inner lips and the canal inside were intensely sensitive, at least during heat, and she felt every bit of him as his tip spread her walls apart and moved swiftly deeper between them, her hips twitching once with the sensation of entry, and then relaxing with the comfortable sense of fullness as he entered her to the hilt, his pelvis pushing her butt down against the bed. For her, this was one of the best parts, as the feeling of him inside her did wonders to momentarily sate the heat, although in actuality it made her even warmer.

Luckily for her, the male anatomy and become more evolved over time - if it had been one of her ancestors involved, she would have savored every moment the male spent inside, and dreading the moment he pulled out, as the hard, calcified reversed spines on his penis would leave bloody scratches in an exquisitely sensitive area. However, for modern males, such a thing was no longer present - females had evolved to be able to ovulate with a less intense form of stimulation, and males had been selected for evolution alongside that change if their own equipment was less agonizing, as even in estrus women would find ways to seek males that offered less pain in their instinctual duties. As a result, her mate, and almost all other males, had seen those spines reduced to softer, cartilagenous hooks with rounded edges. This meant that when he pulled out, instead of spines tearing flesh and causing agony, the hooks gently tugged at the irregular ridges inside her, causing a series of sequential shivers that began deep inside and radiated outward, culminating with an exquisite tug as he pulled out completely, the hooks gently stretching out the ring of flesh that formed her vulva before it pulled back to form its two parallel ridges. The sum of the sudden sensations left her twitching, her tail whipsawing madly about as her pussy pulsed strongly, once, twice, as a miniature orgasm sent a tingling warmth through every part of her, to the point she almost imagined sparks shooting from her toepads and fingertips. She knew it would be only the first of many that she would experience during the course of the day, but the first one always initially seemed the most intense, as parts of her that had lain dormant for months were stimulated anew.

She only had a few seconds to pant in recovery, though, before the pressure was quickly back on her shoulders, and her partner's cock slid in even more smoothly this time, as she was now unquestionably fully lubricated. The pattern occurred three more times, the last time punctuated by a fullness that captivated her whole attention, as his whole cock seemed to throb white-hot for a brief moment, followed by pulses or warmth in the deepest part of her as he ejaculated, each pulse seeming to drive the heat down, so that it was no longer the only thing in her mind. This was followed by a tingling, exquisitely slow pullout, one which left her gasping into the sheets, unable to do nothing for the better part of a minute than let the sensations course through her. By the time she was able to roll over and sit up, there was a sizable pool of moisture on the sheets, as the product of their sex dripped steadily down from her slit.

She cleaned herself off with a towel in the bathroom, the mating making her temporarily so sensitive that just running the towel over her outer lips caused her knees to go weak for a moment. She steadied herself, pulling on another pair of panties that she knew would be discarded soon as well, and relaxed enough to share a breakfast with her partner, who was also recovering from the encounter. In fact, they almost made it through the entire breakfast before the heat began its resurgence, and they hurriedly mated again, with her pinned against the kitchen wall. He held her up afterwards, hugging her closely, as there was no way she could stand steadily after that - she just relaxed against him, sighing happily, as her wetness coursed down her thighs, tracing rivulets in her fur.

"Hun, I'm sorry, but I'm totally beat," he said, as they finally relaxed after their second mating. "I'm gonna need some time to recharge, here."

"Don't worry about it," she replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Get some rest now, 'cuz when I come home..."

"Yeah, I'm... really well aware of that. So, you're really heading in to work?"

"Yeah, have to - it's not as lax as my old job. We don't get days off for heat, you know, just accommodation - they still expect me to do what I can in between. And anyway, with what you just did for me, I ought to be set for a good while, at least..."

"Heh, well, save some for me when you get back, all right?"

She had to chuckle at that - if there was one thing that wasn't lacking in heat, it was the stamina for as much mating as possible. Well, for the females at least. "Don't I always?"

"You do, at that..." He wandered back to the bedroom, probably to crash out, and she cleaned up in the bathroom before getting ready for work, her heat indeed temporarily sated.

Once she was cleaned up, she threw on a loose workout top, nothing too tight - the rows of miniature breasts that lined up down her chest were especially sensitive during heat, and her normal clothes would irritate them. She paired them with what she called her "heat shorts," black, fur-tight shorts that hung low on her waist, and stayed snug across her upper thighs. The shorts served multiple purposes: they were good at wicking away the inevitable moisture that would be emanating from her all day, while doing the same to disperse the pheromones that were present within, and ensure that there would always be a male presence when she needed it. Furthermore, they could be easily pulled down for quick access, and then back up again, while mostly staying in place - when you were in a hurry up against a wall, panties had the annoying habit of falling down around your ankles in the dirt. She packed a few extra pairs in her purse and some regular underwear as well, just in case, along with the usual package of disposable towels to clean up between encounters. Overall, she looked like someone going out for a brisk jog - not exactly the most professional attire, but there were sensibly exceptions in dress requirements that let women in heat wear just about whatever they wanted, short of complete nudity.

She checked in on her partner - he was, indeed, quite crashed out - and then headed off for work, a spring in her step and the slightest hint of a warm buzz working between her legs. The shorts were nice and tight, and she realized that she probably had a noticeable cameltoe from them, but she didn't much care. It was sort of odd, she thought, their notion of "attraction." From an objective standpoint, perhaps, she might have been at least somewhat attractive for her kind - while they were all around five or so feet fully grown with at least a slightly athletic build, males and females both, she had some features that set her apart. Her main fur was orange and yellow, a common enough combination, but arrayed in narrow, clearly defined alternating stripes, and unlike most females whose fur was less differentiated, she had areas of plush, bright white fur that ran down the middle of her abdomen, forming and almost heart-shape as it covered her ass and tapered off down the insides of her thighs. And while her rows of breasts were uniform in size, as were those of most if not all other females, her hips were just a bit wider, her posterior just a bit rounder, and her thighs just a bit sleeker, to round out a fairly impressive figure. While this was interesting objectively, and perhaps played a small part in the complex interactions that led to long-term partners like the one she was currently (and hopefully permanently) with, in terms of sex appeal her figure was completely irrelevant. No matter how a woman looked, if she was in heat, any male passing by would act as though she were the most beautiful and desirable woman alive - well, until he had finished mating, at least.

She actually made it almost two-thirds of the way to work before the buzz expanded back into full-on heat, her heart racing and her pussy aching, lips swelling tightly against her shorts and indicating readiness with a rapidly-expanding spot of dampness. She looked around for relief, but the street was empty save for a few solo women, one jogging, one carrying grocery bags, and none of them particularly useful or noticeable to her at that point. She was half-tempted to get up against a nearby wall and wave her butt around to see if she could attract any attention. She tried to press on, but the sensitivity continued to increase, and soon each step, each brush of her thighs, each minute shift of the fabric against her crotch, was an exercise in tantalizing agony. She leaned against a light-pole near an intersection, panting and desperately horny, and part of her was just about ready to try dry-humping the pole when a trio of businessmen turned the corner and headed straight towards her, their noses sniffing the air expectantly. They circled her, wordlessly, taking in the unmistakable scent and grinning in anticipation. They looked slightly exotic, their features tending slightly more towards tiger than tabby cat, every bit the kind of male that she needed, and her body reacted immediately, the moisture between her legs turning from a trickle into a flood. She smiled back at them, the lazy, sultry smile of a woman unmistakably in heat, and there was no question what would happen. The one in the middle, who looked somewhat older than his companions, walked close and ran his hand along the small of her back, pulling her close to his side. She rubbed up against him with an eager purr, letting him support her as he guided her over to the relative seclusion of a nearby alley. His two buddies tagged along to the side, flipping a coin - apparently determining who would mate her next, as the one who was holding her would undeniably be first.

The businessman set her gently against the wall, and she turned to face it, noticing that he took a step backwards. She wasn't having any of that, though - leaning her chest against the wall, she arched her back and stuck her butt out, rubbing it against the crotch of the man's pants, feeling him already bulging outward beneath his now-damp clothes. Glancing back, she saw him loosen his pants with a quick zip, and pull them and the underwear beneath down in one quick, practiced motion - in their society, any fastener that made it cumbersome to quickly remove your pants was frowned upon. She caught a quick glimpse of his cock, but turned back as he reached forward, sliding his hand along her tail and coaxing it to curl over and lie against her back, out of the way. Then he placed one hand on her hip, tilting it slightly into a better position, and she followed his movements willingly, shivering in anticipation as he traced his fingers along her protruding, shorts-clad pussy, and she could hear him sniffing deeply, inhaling her scent. Then he leaned against her, his warm muzzle tucked against her neck, his hands smoothly edging the shorts down, and she could feel the strands of stickiness as the fabric pulled away. Her back arched even more strongly as two well-practiced hands firmly grasped her hips and held her in place, his cock suddenly warm against her as the tip nudged her open, then slid comfortably in all the way to the base in one smooth, expert motion that caused her toes to curl and her body to vibrate with pleasure. He took his time leaving it in, letting her feel its soft, warm embrace as it filled her, lapping sensually at her ear and tracing his hands along her butt, across her lower back, and around through the fur on her shivering thighs. Then he pulled back swiftly, with an unusual motion that caused his soft hooks to seemingly stroke her insides every which way, and she let out an involuntary moan as her body seemed to almost melt with pleasure, every fiber of her body fairly glowing with excitement. By the time he next pulled out, her toes were practically curled in on themselves, and she was trembling so much she could no longer stand. Sensing that, he wrapped his arms around her, supporting her weight as he continued to mate around her moans and spasms of pleasure. He actually managed to last four times before his warmth spurted deep inside her, and after his pull-out left her panting and in a state beyond words, he spun her around and held her close, gently licking her muzzle as he used his handkerchief to softly mop up the mess between her thighs as the sensations of her encounter slowly dissipated.

"Wow," she finally breathed, snuggling into his embrace and momentarily quite well-sated. "How did you..."

"A decade or two of experience, and the best partner in the world who taught me everything I know." She nodded, in understanding - while the heat had led to their anonymous encounter, as powerful as it had been, was just sex, something that could occur at any time with anyone... and once the pleasure had faded, there were other bonds that were far stronger. This had been good, for sure, but she definitely got the sentiment - despite what would occur during the day, she knew that there was a certain part of her that would remain focused in yearning anticipation of her partner's unique embrace.

While a part of her wanted to take note of him, ask his name or where he worked, with some odd notion of tracking him down the next time she was in heat, the more rational part of her knew that things worked better when encounters were just a natural part of heat, accepted in their random anonymity with no additional emotional complications.

He released her, and she stayed steady on her feet, pulling her shorts back up and smoothing out her now-rumpled shirt. The man's two companions looked almost crestfallen, noting how sated she appeared and her sudden indifference towards them. She smiled, though, and invited them to escort her the rest of the way to work - after all, she might still be in need of their assistance, and their mere presence would most likely cause the heat to reset more quickly. Although it most likely took them out of their way, they were quick to take her up on the offer, for obvious reasons.

They walked along for the next few blocks, trying and generally failing to make small talk, given the unspoken context between them. Her shorts, despite their best efforts, were still moist from the previous encounter, and clung even more tightly to her figure, causing her companions to quickly trail her by a step of two, their gazes, she was sure, fixated closely on her posterior. Of course, she felt little guilt about the display - during heat, there was no such thing as jealousy, a concept understood clearly by everyone. A woman in heat was fair game for anyone, and her body was more than happy to accept any serious advances. It was a behavior that valued diversity over paternity, to the point where paternity was irrelevant - all children were considered to be the "family" of the entire community, and they all had a hand in raising them. Her partner, as well as her companions, accounted for their promiscuity by doing the majority share of child-rearing once the babies were weaned. The children, while raised in dormitories rather than small family units, had more than their fair share of very involved parents. It all meant that everything functioned smoothly despite their instinctual proclivities, and it meant that when heat came around, she didn't have to worry at all about fighting her instincts in the name of reputation or social mores, and could simply give in, relax, and give her body what it wanted - and what it wanted, during heat, was the constant attention of as many men as possible.

She made it to within a couple blocks of the office building where she worked before the heat began to manifest again, but it had no chance to get to the point of desperation that it had before. The moment her gait shifted slightly with the first hint of sensitivity brought on by the heat, a hand descended on each of her shoulders, and the trio ducked into a nearby shaded alcove. The one on the right mentioned his priority, and the other backed away as the first wasted no time, pushing her up against the wall with one hand while releasing his pants with the other. He was already tugging her shorts down before the pants had even finished falling around his ankles, and a moment later pushed in forcefully enough to rock her whole body forward.

The man and his colleague had appeared younger than their companion who had gone before, and it showed, as he only managed to stay inside her a few moments before his body took over with a growl, and he breathed hotly in her ear as he came, pulling out almost perfunctorily. She looked back at him, puffing and grimacing, knowing that he was well aware that even for heat, his performance was substandard. His companion chuckled and shoved him away, and a moment later she was mounted again. This man, however lasted only a little longer, lingering in her for a while, but only managed to pull out an inch or so before he groaned and slammed back in, gripping her butt tightly as he pulsed warmly inside her. He, at least, took his time pulling out, a decent sensation that produced at least some response, a mini-peak which coaxed a couple of throbs from her pussy, enough to momentarily wash away the heat, but hardly sufficient to send the type of shockwaves from earlier through her body.

It was enough, though, and their youth at least gave them some additional stamina - within minutes, they were ready to go again, and both of them one-thrust mated her twice more, their efforts combining to create at least a decent encounter. It was a messier one, though, and even after waiting a bit for some of it to drain, within a minute of pulling her shorts back on, they were drenched and sticky. She pulled off the shorts and tossed them over to one of the businessmen, who glanced at them for a moment before quickly stuffing them underneath his jacket - he'd probably be enjoying buzz just from the scent of them the rest of the day. Given the activity the shorts were designed for, they were cheap, and it seemed irrelevant to clean them once they got past a certain point. She dried off and pulled on another pair of them, resigned to the fact that the fur on her butt and abdomen would be somewhat matted for the rest of the day, one of the annoyances that heat quickly brought on.

With all three of them sated for now, their mutual interest quickly dissipated, and the businessmen both gave curt goodbyes and began walking briskly back towards their initial destination. She brushed herself off briefly and walked on herself, now feeling much more comfortable. It was more than just the new shorts, though. The first few matings of a new heat were always more intense, and the intervals between them always more urgent; the equipment between her legs, having been effectively closed up and without notice or stimulation for the past few months, suddenly cried out for attention. As a result, the first few matings served to reset her canal for the duration of the heat, with a lot of close contact as everything stretched back open. Now that her body was fully engaged, the sensation of mating would lessen slightly, and the agonizing ache that formed in her abdomen, along with the ensuing desperation, would be lessened. On the other hand, as she knew from experience, over the ensuing days sensitivity of other kinds would increase to compensate. A male hand brushing lightly across the fur on her back would feel sublime, a male hand between her thighs would result in her body automatically assuming an instinctually determined accessible position, a male penis inside her would rob her of all conscious thought as she succumbed to that singular sensation. Try as companies might to keep some vestiges of productivity during estrus, for a day or two at the peak of the cycle, very little was going to be accomplished.

For now, though, she managed the rest of the walk to her building without even the slightest twinge. She walked through the lobby, attracting glances from around half of the people present there, although in her temporary release from heat she returned none of them, instead walking over to the bank of elevators. No one followed her this time, and she was alone as the elevator rode up to the floor where she worked.

While her intellect was temporarily not overruled by her instincts, she leaned against the wall of the elevator and idly contemplated her condition. As much as it was mostly pleasant now, thanks to modern evolution, the process was still so inefficient. Although her sensitivity was now somewhat lessened, there was still none of the sense of gradually appearing relief that she would already be feeling if she had been randomly assigned to the placebo and her body was beginning the transition to pregnancy - instead, she was almost sure that this heat, as most were, would be controlled by contraception, and would therefore be almost guaranteed to run its full course. That meant that this was the first day of ten in which she would be only marginally productive.

Try as they might, though, and there had been tons of research done into the idea, the only thing that really worked was doing it as it had been done for centuries before. For one thing, no one was quite clear on what, exactly, produced the feelings that caused the heat to dissipate. Certainly, the mating motion itself had evolved to produce the most effective satiation possible, in the attempt to reduce the receptivity for a while after mating in order to give their own attempt the best chance, and to slow the process down so that there would be fewer matings overall. While primary education had only explained the basic mechanics, courses she had taken in college had attempted to explain the why of how it worked as well. The initial stroke, it was said, was supposed to be firm and complete to inform the female body that it was being mated in no uncertain terms, and the long period of holding the penis inside was supposed to further that message, the feeling of fullness and the pressure of contact against the entire vaginal surface at once clearly indicating that mating was occurring, a state that, in and of itself, was thought to produce the temporary reduction in heat as the body responded to what was happening. Others, however, thought that it had much more to do with the backstroke - in the past, the scratchy induced ovulation meant that pain suddenly reduced the desire for further mating, until the heat finally overcame that pain threshold to encourage further mating. In the contemporary argument, though, the pain was replaced with pleasure - as the stroke that provided the stimulus necessary for ovulation now provided a pleasurable stimulation as well, two or three properly-executed pullouts was enough to almost guarantee a sort of climax for the female, and that release in itself was theorized to also release the drive of heat. Some had thought it was a chemical reaction that occurred between female biology and male ejaculate, some thought that the mere closeness and pressure of a male body and the associated pheromones were enough to provide satiation. As a result, all of those theories were put to the test, and a wide array of gizmos, drugs, and therapies had been thought up to provide artificial relief from the drives, but none of them had worked with any efficiency.

Eventually, people generally concluded that each of the individual things played some part and couldn't be separated well from the process as a whole, meaning that there was only one solution - allow for the process, and adapt the society around it instead. The only thing that had worked, technically, was a hormonal pill that banished heat altogether, but the social unrest that resulted when it was tried meant that it was quickly pulled, and used only in rare cases when it was medically necessary - instead, an alternate contraceptive was developed that blocked the pathway for ovulation directly, but not the process of heat, which kept the males happy, and the females only a bit less so, as heat was no longer a recipe for pain. While the nonstop lubrication (and other fluids) that accompanied heat could be annoying clothing-wise, it meant that mating was almost effortless. Coupled with the limited amount of thrusts each mating required, as even six or seven per encounter were fairly rare, dozens of matings were achievable with little in the way of discomfort. Thinking about it, she cracked a half-smile as she realized that despite the males' best evolutionary efforts, the females had kind of won - despite their best efforts biologically to find various ways of stun-locking women out of sexual receptivity during their heat, they had barely reduced it at all. After all, at the apex of heat when all of the hormones and pheromones surged to their peak, if there were enough males present and ready the matings could occur almost nonstop for hours, continuing to the point of collapse from exuberant exhaustion, and perhaps even a few partners after that.

She was almost amazed that she still remembered all of those debates from back in her college days, a few dozen heats and two litters ago. Of course, each new episode of heat effectively turned into a refresher course, and her current state causing her, even between bouts, to reminisce on the feelings that she experienced. Which part was her favorite, she wondered? She loved the part just after the initial thrust, especially early on, when she felt like every bit of her was completely filled, stretched comfortably around every contour of her partner's member as it snuggled warmly into her body's embrace. But then, of course, there was the backthrust, and the sequential stimulation that sent sparks trembling through her in a buildup to shivering orgasmic ecstacy. She was so deep into her sensory contemplations that when she next looked up, she realized that the elevator doors had probably been open for several seconds, her hand was clamped firmly between her legs with her thighs pressed tightly together, and quite a number of people in the front-office area staring at her. One of those people was her boss, who looked at her just a bit too long as she stepped off of the elevator. Rather than doing anything right then, as that would have been somewhat against decorum, he kept his mouth shut and hurriedly waved her over towards "the maze."

When a woman went into heat, social mores aside, it was still generally frowned upon to have employees engaging in sex in a public-facing part of a company, or where it might be too much of a distraction to other workers. As a result, most companies had something equivalent to the maze, although each company called it something slightly different - and for more economically-minded businesses, the area was often little more than an empty room. This company was considerably more upscale, though, and so the maze was more elaborate: a large room set aside from the main office floor, down a hallway across from the break room, filled with a mazelike structure formed from sound-dampening cubicle walls. Some of the cubicles, on the outer edges at least, contained workstations where the affected women could work on what projects they could away from their desks - and would also be easily accessible to the men in the company when they wandered in on their breaks, which increased in frequency with the number of women present in the maze. When the need arose, as it often did, it was then a quick walk around a corner or two into the maze's interior, which was populated with a large number of comfortable alcoves, some with furniture that allowed for a variety of positions, and others with soft-touch mats of impact-resistant foam, for those that wanted to partake in more traditional, or "natural" positions. Those in the apex of their heat were generally sent to the area in the deepest part of the maze, a larger-than average room that contained only the foam flooring, with one of the pathways leading to it directly, and another with a series of switchbacks that served as a queue for eager males. She had visited most of the various parts of the maze in earlier heats, and the center was a sight to behold when a number of females occasionally reached the apex simultaneously, a nonstop, writhing, moaning ball of fur, which she had noticed only for a split second before a guy from marketing had pounced on her and taken her to the ground, and memories of the rest of the afternoon were little more than an opaque jumble of sensation. Just thinking about it, though, was making her ache in anticipation, and the fact that her shorts were plastered to her once again clearly indicated that, for the next few minutes at least, work would not exactly be her top priority.

Instead, she walked a few steps into the maze, ducking into one of the alcoves. This one contained a waist-high platform that jutted up from the floor, covered in a velvety material that was designed to be resistant to various types of fluids. She bent over it, letting it support the weight of her upper body, her muzzle pushing into the plush, pillowy headrest, while a special series of indentations contained her breasts, little raised dots on their surface providing a pleasant stimulation as they settled in. The table was at the perfect angle to support her up to her pelvis, her ass waving in the air in a way that she knew most men found especially alluring. The ache continued to spread, but even though she was concealed within the maze, she had little doubt that someone would soon find her - in a situation such as this, men were quite adept at following their noses.

Sure enough, within moments she heard footsteps approaching to stop just behind her, and two hands reached out to gently massage her back, lower and lower, the feeling causing her to sigh, partly in anticipation, but partly in frustration that this particular man was taking his time while her need grew, and swished her tail in his face a couple of times as further inducement. Shefelt a palpable sense of relief when he finally slid his hands under the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down gently. He then paused and asked if she was ready, and she almost snarled back at him. Of course she was, or she wouldn't be there!

He entered her more slowly and deliberately than most, and it only took a moment of penetration to see why - his diameter was about normal, but his hooks were apparently something else. Normally she couldn't even feel them going in, as they lay flat and came up when pulling out, but with him she could feel them clearly, little ridges pushing against her all around. It felt unusual, almost ticklish, but the sensation soon faded as he pushed in fully, his hands firmly grasping their hips and pulling her back enough to press against him as close as possible.

After a moment, though, he pulled back, and the hooks did indeed live up to her initial expectations - instead of just tugging briefly against her internal ridges as he pulled out slowly, the hooks buried themselves in each ridge for a moment, producing a tantalizing stretching sensation that quickly turned into a rolling wave of tongue-nipping pleasure as the hooks pulled through and the flesh rolled around them in release, the hooks thoroughly stimulating every part of the ridge that they came in contact with. While she had experienced other mates before that had been similar, the effect was still stunning - while the backstroke usually combined sequential bursts of pleasant stimulation, each of those bursts now felt an entire backstroke in itself, and the seconds it took him to pull out left her in almost nonstop ecstacy. She almost felt a sense of disbelief when he entered her again a seconds later, and just the sense of him within her seemed to push her close to the edge of what she could handle. She was moaning and purring almost nonstop now, although she hardly even noticed it. Then he pulled out again, and her vocalizations rapidly slid up the scale to a voice-cracking peak as her muscles bore down on his receding cock, and her whole body tensed as the sensation overwhelmed her, everywhere from her thighs to her chest quivering like a bowstring as her insides spasmed in the throes of a powerful, rocking climax that eclipsed all other awareness. For a moment, she felt as though every part of her body, form her nose to her tail, was experiencing the most comfortable, sensual touch imaginable, and at the same time shivering from the most intensely erotic stretch imaginable, and the feeling between her legs was rapturous to a level that defied conscious definition. The moment couldn't have lasted more than a second or two, but it seemed to stretch on and on, finally concluding as her body released its collective tension with a shudder, her legs splaying limply and her thighs twitching in a biologically defined rhythm, as her canal throbbed and pulsed with a series of strong contractions. This was no mini-orgasm, for sure, and her body was more than happy to have it.

In the midst of the contractions, though, she felt his hands trying to hold her rocking hips steady, and he entered her again, or at least started to - it felt like he only got an inch or two in before a contraction clenched and rolled around his tip. He yelped with surprise, freezing in place, and a few contractions more released a low groan, followed by spurts of warmth that splashed unusually against her inside, causing her to shiver again as she rocked back towards climax momentarily before the sensation began to wind down, and she barely felt the sensation of him pulling out as the lower part of her body seemed to relax completely. She lay there, sated and momentarily at peace, warmth seeming to radiate from her body as her toes finally uncurled and her breath slowly stabilized. For a moment, she felt his muzzle briefly as he quickly nuzzled her neck, then breathed a word into her ear that she couldn't quite make out. She then heard his footsteps padding away. Though her thoughts had now returned, and her mind was intensely intrigued by what had just happened, she didn't even attempt to turn her head. At work, all mating was from behind, relatively silent, and as anonymous as possible - not knowing who you were mating with made non-heat interactions at work much easier, and much less fraught, as a clear line could be drawn between work and heat. If the men did know, or figured it out, they remained wisely silent about it, although after each heat, a certain subset of men in the office had a somewhat harder time maintaining eye contact...

Part of her just wanted to lay there a while, content in the unexpected afterglow, but she knew that if she remained here for long, in this position, she would be discovered and quickly mated again, and in her current state, she wasn't sure how she would react to that. Another powerful mating like that, if her body still responded, could leave her stunned for even longer, which would invite more mating still... she didn't know for sure if a situation like that would lead to the apex of heat arriving sooner, and staying longer, but she knew that there was at least some work that she needed to do to keep up during this period. She sighed, trying to hoist herself up, realizing that her legs were still shaky, her butt wobbling precariously, and that in the intervening time the product of their sex had trickled down between her thighs, almost to her knees. She finally turned over on her back on the table, feeling around and finding the compartment that contained some various supplies for this situation, and cleaned herself up as best she could. Back in her admittedly brief clothing, she tried to stand up again, but her hips swayed and her legs gave out, leading to her falling back onto her butt onto the foam flooring, an impact that was only slightly painful but accompanied by an odd shock of pleasure as her pussy made contact with the floor, leaving her squirming around for a moment on the ground. When she got back up, though, her footing was finally steady enough, and she went from staggering to walking as she made her way back out to the computer stations on the periphery.

She seemed to be feeling solidly sated for the moment - the ache was almost nonexistent and the anxiety and drive that usually accompanied heat had nearly vanished after the latest encounter. As soon as she went to sit down, though, she realized that there was another issue. The chairs in the work area of the maze were designed specifically for heat, made of a body-conforming, highly absorbent foam that helped to keep women relatively dry and comfortable between sessions. She knew something felt different as soon as she sat down, and the minute the foam "conformed" to press against her pussy, she felt a shock run through her just from its touch. Indeed, the last, intense encounter had at least temporarily made her much more sensitive, and trying to work sitting in the chair turned out to be an exercise in squirming frustration, as the pressure of the foam became an almost painful overstimulation. She finally ended up kicking the chair aside, working bent over the keyboard with her ass jutting out, thighs slightly spread to keep anything else from rubbing. It worked for a while, and she managed to get a few minutes of work done as the sensitivity subsided. However, the posture was an obviously provocative one, especially for someone who happened to be working in the maze, and it wasn't very long before she heard more footsteps approaching. She was working, though, and didn't really think much of it, even when the sound of the footsteps stopped right behind her. She did think something of it, though, when a hand came to rest on her butt, and another reached underneath to rest a palm on the lowest part of her abdomen, four fingers curving upward to press forcefully against her pussy. While the sensitivity was less than it had been, it was still there, and the touch caused a noticeable jolt in her body. She tried to ignore it, even though she knew it was probably a lost cause, and the fingers began to work back and forth, massaging the fabric of the shorts and her pussy underneath. The motion was pleasant, though not overwhelming as the sensitivity faded, but it did not go unnoticed by a certain subconscious part of her - in less than a minute, her juices were flowing freely again, and before the ache could even reestablish itself fully again, she was already up against a wall in a similar alcove, the heat headed off by an oddly passionate embrace and a penis nestling warmly deep inside her.

That being said, though, the current mating was only adequate, briefly stimulating and resolved in three thrusts, leaving her adequately satisfied but otherwise largely unaffected. The increase in sensitivity had apparently been only temporary, and she now seemed to be returning to the normal way that heat usually transpired. Looking back on the events of the day so far, she realized that it had been very atypical in its string of surprisingly stimulating experiences. With her partner, of course, it was somewhat of a guarantee, but many of the other encounters so far had been surprisingly good, with the sort of stimulation that was usually encountered only sporadically over the course of the entire heat. Hopefully, though, it hadn't entirely been front-loaded, as while most matings during heat were nice enough and served their purpose, it was the more extraordinary experiences that made it feel worthwhile, and worth the inconvenience of it.

She returned to work, able to sit mostly comfortably this time, and things settled into a fairly normal rhythm - about a half-hour of work, a resurgence of the desire, a subtle squirming and renewed emission of pheromones from between her legs that quickly resulted in a male hand on her shoulder, followed by a quick retreat to an alcove and a comfortable mating to provide a respite and allow for another short period of work. She saw the faces of none of the men who mated her - one of them could have been her boss, or her boss's boss, but in the maze those titles were irrelevant. Despite the privacy and supposedly soundproof materials, the sounds of other groups engaged in mating often filtered out to the periphery, a low chorus of grunts and moans, accompanied by the occasional yowl that rapidly climbed the register into tones only audible to feline ears, when a mating with one of her co-workers was especially effective. These sounds punctuated the lower background of almost continuous moaning emerging from the maze's center. There were about twenty other women working alongside her in the periphery, and often venturing inwards with a random partner, pairings which she properly refused to take note of. It was irrelevant in any case - any female who had worked there for over a year had surely mated with the entirety of the male staff, and vice versa. She took a few breaks between everything, mainly to use the bathroom - although her heat returned swiftly during one break as she was finishing up, and so strong was the drive that she barely noticed the incongruity of a man barging into the women's restroom, and had no complaints when he pushed her up against the tile wall a moment later in a bout of sudden, frenzied mating. At one point she wandered a bit further in and stuck her head into the center area. Only three of her colleagues were at apex, so there was no queue - just the three women in the traditional, all-fours position that their body demanded, squirming and moaning as they were mounted by a trio of panting men, locked in the tight embrace that came along with full penetration, the males all but motionless atop them as they pushed as close as possible. Arrayed around them were a dozen other men, naked from the waist down and eagerly awaiting their turn - to them, a woman in apex was worth waiting for, as her increased sensitivity and tightness, as well as their increased possibility for ovulation if they were due for it, meant that they were especially desirable and enjoyable to mate. That being said, though, men were more than horny enough to accept any female in any stage of heat, and mating a female in apex was considered more to be icing on the cake. For some reason, though, she had always found this apex arrangement interesting and arousing to watch, although she only observed for a few moments, concerned that the males might see her there and be confused about her state. Just watching, though, had created another onset of desire, and she walked back to another alcove and began the short wait for another male to find and mate her, a process that by now was beginning to feel routine, albeit still quite pleasurable.

As the day wore on, and she began to feel slightly more tired, the latency period began to increase, and it had been just short of an hour after her last mating as she felt her last mating partner of the workday pulse wetly inside her, an hour after the official close of business. She leaned backwards from her position against the wall a few moments later, her hips quivering briefly as a mild orgasm subsided. Pulling up her shorts, which despite their technology were completely drenched, she retreated back out to the periphery, where she packed up her things and prepared to leave. She made one final stop at the restroom, although not so much to urinate - she squatted over the trough-style toilet and spread her slit open as much as she could with her fingers, watching as a steady stream of intermingled fluids poured out, the flow continuing for several seconds. The volume from one man wasn't much by itself, but multiply that by dozens and add her own fluids in as well, and it all summed up to be quite a mess - better to deal with it now than have it continue to trickle out for hours. Of course, not all of it could or would come out, and judging from the pleasant buzz higher up in her abdomen, a good portion had worked its way further up into her womb, although it probably wouldn't do much good there - a situation that her body would soon note, and then redouble its efforts at heat, driving inexorably towards the apex.

She waited until the flow had subsided to a slow drip, and then wiped herself off and prepared to go home. She tossed the now-ruined shorts into a nearby trash can, but looking in her bag, realized that she'd managed to run through all the shorts she'd brought during the course of the day. She settled for a pair of bikini panties that slung below her tail - still, perfectly acceptable public attire for a woman in heat. They were tighter than the shorts, but moved around a bit less when she walked. Even so, she could feel their presence clearly, the gentle shift and stretch of the fabric as she moved much less frustratingly tantalizing than before, but still at the front of her mind, and she wondered whether she'd be able to get home without having to find someone for a quickie somewhere along the way.

As she jogged home, attracting some mild interest for men that quickly dissipated when she more or less ignored them, she felt the slightest early pangs of hunger. She recalled that she hadn't bothered to eat lunch in the midst of everything, but eve though it was time for dinner, she was really only slightly hungry - another clear sign, then, that she was surely on the contraceptive this time. If her ovulation had been active, she would surely have experienced at least one successful mating by now - the man at her work with the tremendous hooks would have practically caused her ovaries to go into overtime. And if it had been successful, her body would already be slowly transitioning into its new phase, tamping down the heat towards an early end while ramping up her appetite, ensuring that she would eat well enough to support a full litter of pups during the five months of gestation. With the contraception, though, the opposite was true, as all other desires save for sleep were dramatically suppressed, the need to mate taking presence over any needs beyond basic survival. It wasn't unusual for women to lose several pounds during heat, only to gain it back gradually over the ensuing months - as a result, males tended to be more ambiently attracted to women with slightly more fleshed-out figures, since that often indicated a woman who would soon be in heat.

By the time she reached the front door, panting more from the exertion than from anything else, she was sufficiently hungry, and therefore more than happy to see her partner greet her at the door with a smile and a handful of take-out canisters, dressed only in his boxers. They sat down on the low, slablike couch that their kind preferred, and had the house computer queue up a news program to glance at while they scarfed down the takeout in their underwear. The greasy, meat-filled food gave part of her some newfound energy, while the rest of her was still exhausted from the day's exertions. One part of her, though, was still ready enough, and when she noticed her partner glancing at the clear outline of her pussy protruding in anticipation from the burgeoning wet spot on her panties, she turned over obligingly onto her stomach across the length of the couch, her lower legs draping across his knees for a moment before he lifted them aside and straddled atop her on all fours. She could feel his muzzle leaning down and running along her back, lightly brushing against the topmost part of her fur as he sniffed intently, taking in the multitude of scents that the other men had left between the strands, growling hungrily as they unlocked an innate, instinctual sense of competition. It was soon between her legs, pressing briefly against her, and then vibrated with a rumbling growl as his instincts fully took over. He backed off, and then one of his hands slashed downward, claws out. She could feel the ripple in her fur as they glided by barely above her skin, and then a tug between her legs that pulled the fabric intensely tight against her, before it failed with a tearing sound and fell away as his claws ripped her panties off in a single stroke. Barely a heartbeat later, and his body was pressing close to hers from the chest on down, and the feeling of his tip pressing past her outer lips, to the feeling of her deepest parts being stretched pleasantly around him, seemed to occur almost simultaneously. He pressed hard against her, holding her in a tight embrace, and tried to push in as deeply as he possibly could, the fur on his sheath tantalizing her outer lips as he ground his hips tightly against hers, the feeling of his determined effort and unusual dominance exciting her greatly, and she growled along with him as the undeniable feeling of being mated made her own body push back even more closely, muscles tensed and fur exquisitely sensitive, his hands fondling rows of nipples that seemed to fire off sparks as he touched them, sparks that ran down her body and set her thighs trembling beneath him, a few of them seeming to settle in between and set her canal to pulse around his cock. He shivered at the sudden internal attention, and took it as a sign to pull out, a steady stroke that seemed to tug all of her tension out with it, the feeling of climax climbing out from deep within to shudder outward between her legs, a spurt of something coming out with it as her muscles clenched and seemed to roll through an intense wave of pleasure, one that quickly broke down into a vigorous, pulsating rhythm, her butt and thighs twitching in time, with her tail snapping back and forth between them, keeping time to an instinctual beat as the last waves of tension rolled out of her.

She was relaxed, and her partner, seeing her pleasure, became far more relaxed as well, his next thrusts slower and more considered, his embrace slackening to a warm, gentle hug accompanied by gentle licks along her ears and neck as the mating completed, and he felt back to his normal self as he whimpered cutely in her ear as he came, shivering against her and holding her close. After they finished, they cuddled for a while, watching a random program, and then they took a shower together, his hands warm and wonderful as he helped to shampoo her fur, surely wanting to wash off all of the other scents so they would not further ignite his desires as they were trying to sleep.

They retired to the bedroom, and the urge to sleep was growing when the urge to mate overpowered it once more for the night. She rolled onto her stomach again on the bed, but her partner just smiled and turned her over onto her back. It was possible, though hardly traditional, to mate face to face, and something she reserved only for her partner, as he was the one man who did not need to remain more or less anonymous during heat. She knew he appreciated it as well, and she grinned watching his aroused expression when he slid inside her. Mating itself in this position was much less intense, but she appreciated it all the same - unlike the other positions, this one was much more cuddly, and allowed her to hug him as well, feeling the plush fur on his back running between her fingertips as her nipples rubbed pleasantly against his front, their faces nudging noses, licking sensitive whiskers, and finally intertwining tongues as they held each other in their erotic embrace, her thighs spread around him and legs interlocking over his ass, holding him into place. They stayed together for some time, their embrace only shifting slightly to allow for only the briefest, tingling pullout before they were back together again, hugging tightly inside and out. When he finally came, the warmth pulsing inside her combined with everything else brought her close to a trancelike state of complete relaxation, purring softly in his arms as he stayed deep inside her for a long while even after he was done, finally pulling gently out of her and petting the fur on her sides as she shivered through one last mini-orgasm that shed her last ounce of tension and arousal and pushed her to the brink of sleep. In that half-asleep state she could feel him maneuvering her body, and she let her body respond almost automatically, allowing him to guide her legs apart as he used a soft cloth to brush away the emerging wetness on her thighs. Her thoughts drifted and fragmented in a near-dream state as her body gladly accepted the feel of her partner's ministrations. When he was done she found herself tucked comfortably in on her stomach, one of her softest pairs of panties snugly in place on her hips, the covers pulled over the top of her shoulders and wrapped around her. She could feel him snuggling into bed beside her, his hand brushing down to lie against the small of her back, and her partner's comforting touch tipping her over into a deep sleep, hours earlier than normal, as her body used the rest to recover from the exertions of the day and prepare her, physically and mentally, for the rest of the duration.