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SECTION=StoryInfo Beating the Heat By interloper

This is the "feature-complete" version of the story, ported from the AXMA Story Maker version, with all additions and revisions through the "complete" version 0.3.5.

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Welcome to the plaintext version of Beating the Heat! As this is a direct export from the story software, with only minimal edits to make navigation a little easier (and to put the spoiler section at the bottom instead of the top), the navigation takes a little effort, but should be fairly straightforward.

Each passage of the story begins with the section anchor, which looks like: "SECTION=ThisSection". From there, you can read down through the passage, until you find the choice points, which will look something like this: "((part1)) or ((go to next section|gotonext))". These will provide the title for the next section anchor to visit based on your choice. If there is no pipe symbol "|" between the brackets, the entire string between the brackets is the title; if there is one, the string to the right of the pipe symbol is the title.

To go to the next passage, select the title of your choice, add in the section header, and enter it into the "find" function of your browser to locate the next section to read. For example, if you were to choose the first choice point, you would search for the following using the find function (without the quotes):

"SECTION=part1"

Or, for the second choice:

"SECTION=gotonext"

Continue this process of reading the passages and searching for the next section to progress through the story. Most sections of the story also have a "breadcrumb" list at the top listing the section titles of the previous sections you visited, to make it easy to roll back the story by searching for a previous section if you want to try a different path.

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DISCLAIMER - YOU SHOULD PROBABLY READ THIS PART; OTHERWISE, THE MAIN STORY STARTS BELOW

First and foremost, this is currently a reasonably feature-complete prototype, and also potentially a perpetual work in progress, as I continue to add more segments and ideas as I think of them. This means that there will most likely always be a few choices with no content in them yet, or paths with unfinished content, as I always want to have a few open paths that I can bolt new content onto. If you happen to run into one of these, you can use the breadcrumb navigation to step back to an earlier part of the story. Also take not that this is a ''hardcore furry fantasy story for adults''. If you are under 18, or whatever the legal age is in your area, do not read this. Go read something "wholesome" instead, like an actual CYOA book (which, for bs copyright reasons, apparently stands for Cover Your Own Ass). If you are 18, and are considering reading on, realize that this story contains descriptions of a wide variety of adult situations and sex acts, including some which you might possibly consider to be taboo or tasteless (for example, this is a work involving anthropomorphic characters, and features some scenes involving slavery, pseudo-bestiality, tentacle rape and other kinky stuff). Some parts of this story may be noticeably darker than my previous works, if you are familiar with them (as this is a CYOA story, and keeps to the tradition of having the main character end up in all sorts of predicaments). Keep in mind that this is a fantasy story, and is purely a work of the imagination - no real individuals (aside from me) were harmed in the creation of this story. If any of this subject matter does not appeal to you, I would suggest ignoring this story and reading something else instead. If you write to me with a complaint because you simply don't like the subject matter of this story, I will simply ignore and/or mercilessly mock you. This story is generally based in a high-fantasy setting, but as it's another of my writing experiments I'm not taking it entirely seriously, and I will occasionally put in actions that are off-the-wall, non-canon, fourth-wall-breaking, or otherwise silly and irrelevant (and possibly humorous, although there's certainly no guarantee of that). These will generally be quite obvious, but if you take one by mistake, remember that you can always just scroll back up the page to rewind. Also, the names used in this story are randomly-generated, and any similarity to other people or characters is strictly a matter of coincidence and is unintentional. Okay, disclaimer over. Scroll down for the main part of the story, and have fun!

SECTION=Start You - yes, you - are a catgirl (well, more of a young woman than an actual girl, but the term still fits). You're a relatively petite and pretty one, with bright green eyes, a cute muzzle with a pink nose, a coat of luxurious tawny fur with subtle orange highlights, and a slightly plush, catlike tail that occasionally has a life of its own. Overall, you are quite fit for a female of your species, and as a hunter you're quick enough with a knife and a bow, but your strength has limits - without sufficient care and cunning, you can be overpowered by most opponents, usually with predictable consequences (especially if the opponent happens to be male). You are quite proud of your "assets," and justifiably so. Your chest features a pair of well-formed B-cup breasts with bright pink nipples, slightly above average for your kind, the perfect size to cradle in your (or someone else's) hands. Additional rows of nipples run down your chest, barely poking out of the fur that covers them. You have a thin waist and hips that flare nicely beneath it, and a tight, well-toned ass. A patch of fur on your legs is bright white, forming a heart shape from behind as it runs along your ass and down your inner thighs. The fur between your legs recedes to reveal a soft, pale pink mound, and if you lean over and look down carefully, you can see the edges of the soft folds that form your pussy lips emerging beneath, and the little hood that protrudes in front to cover your soft, sensitive button of a clitoris. You can't see the part that goes inside, of course, but you know from experience that it's stretchy enough to accommodate a wide variety of males, resilient enough to withstand frenzied, repeated feline matings, and sensitive enough to clearly feel, and be pleasured by, most anything that enters. You're sexy and you know it, and when you walk with that particular sway in your hips, a male of your species would have to be castrated or dead not to take notice. Most of the time, of course, notice is all they'll take, since if they're aggressive towards you when you're not interested, you won't even need a knife - a direct application of claws and fangs is usually sufficient to quell even the most overactive libido. Of course, that's most of the time, with one rather huge exception - an exception that you quickly realize has found you once again. It's not even just the dream, either. You know, that one, where you're lying in a soft bed with pillows all around, and that gorgeous guy with the dark, penetrating eyes, silver fur, and rippling muscles is licking your face, then your breasts, then seemingly everywhere all at once, and while the only thing he can say is "eleven," over and over again, you don't mind at all as he takes you in his arms, rubs that warm thick feline cock across your shivering cuntlips, and then softly nips your neck as he mates you... No, it's not just that. You've had that dream before, even on a normal night. It's more the fact that when you wake up, even through your fur, you can tell that your naked butt is lying in a wet spot on the bed, a wet spot that is surely related to the moisture you can feel slowly beginning to drip from between your legs. That, and there's a tingling sensation forming in your abdomen, a sensation that you know will soon turn into an ache, and then a burning need as your body demands to be filled. You glance down, noticing how your breasts have swelled almost a half-size larger, with the nipples engorged and surely sensitive. You dart a hand along your abdomen, and down between your legs, and your state is quickly confirmed - you can feel that your mound is puffed outward, almost surely a bright pink from its engorgement, and it is already quite sensitive to the touch, sending a shiver along your hips and down your legs as your hand passes along it. When you bring your hand back up, it is damp with your moisture, and reeks of the sweet, exotic scent of your heat. You know that you should get up, and figure out how you want to handle your heat before the need gets too strong for you to properly think. On the other hand, you're feeling nice and sensitive, there's already a wet spot on your bed, and your hand is already soaked. Maybe it makes sense to give yourself a few minutes, and see if you can use your hands to relieve some of that desire first, futile though it might be in your condition? ((Put your hands between your legs and go for it)) ((Try to ignore it and get up)) ((Become the author instead))

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SECTION=Bonus Features ((Spoiler Map)) - A textual map laying out all of the various story choices, and highlighting some of the newer ones, so that you can find your way more easily to some of the new sections if you've played this game before. However, please note that this will provide complete spoilers of all the game's choices, so it is ''not recommended'' to access this before first exploring the game on your own! ((Story Concept)) - The backstory behind this project, if for some reason you are interested in that. ((An excerpt|fieldguide)) from "A Field Guide to Catgirls" More bonus features coming soon...

SECTION=fieldguide Excerpted from //A Field Guide to Catgirls// by A. Montag ''Section 4: Heat'' As you are probably aware if you have read this far in the guide, most of the hybridized species of cat-people (the females of which are often colloquially referred to as "catgirls") periodically go through periods of estrus, more commonly known as heat, at certain times throughout the year. This phenomenon can take place as rarely as biannually, and as much as a half-dozen times throughout the year in some species (the most commonly observed arrangement is a roughly weeklong period of estrus every three to four months). Longer gaps are possible, of course, if the female in question is pregnant or lactating, and in some species conception is unlikely or impossible for several heat cycles following a pregnancy. Cat-people mature quickly, attaining adult stature and sexual maturity roughly 4-5 years after birth. As a catgirl is capable of breeding for three to four decades after achieving sexual maturity, it is theoretically possible for a woman to have several generations of offspring by the time her own reproductive capacity is concluded. However, it should be noted that this circumstance is fairly rare, as the dangers inherent in their traditional living arrangements (relatively small and unfortified villages and settlements) means that the vast majority of feline women never reach the age where they would experience menopause. All feline women undergoing heat have generally similar biological responses. Among the most outwardly visible characteristics are the swelling of the breasts, possibly by as much as several centimeters of diameter, and the persistent vasocongestion of the nipples. This is often accompanied by the increased visibility and flushing of the auxiliary nipples arrayed along the chest. Additionally, the pubic mound and the visible labia become noticeably engorged, the affected areas flushing anywhere from a brighter pink to an intense crimson color; both swell outward from the body beyond the fur that would otherwise obscure them, and are immediately visible front and back from a normal standing position when nude (and may also be detectable against tight-fitting clothing). While not immediately visible, other internal changes are also known to occur. Mature ovum are prepared within the ovaries and are primed for release into the womb upon directed stimulation of mating. Within the vaginal canal, estrus brings about the release of copious lubrication through the vaginal walls, which also separate slightly from their normal position in order to facilitate penetration. (It should be noted that the separation allows these fluids to also flow outward and coat portions of the external genitalia, the gradual evaporation of which produces the distinctive scent of heat, attratcing the attention of any males in the area). Within the vaginal canal, a series of sensitive ridges that run along the diameter ever 1.5 centimeters or so, which are normally flush with the vaginal walls, also swell outward slightly. It is these ridges that engage with the spines on the male genitalia, and their connection to the ovaries causes the resulting stimulation to induce ovulation. Additionally, the deep interior vaginal walls pull back to clearly expose the cervix (unlike with human genitalia, the cervix does not pull back and out of the way when aroused, instead remaining in place, and is often engaged by the male penis either during or at the culmination of coitus). The cervix itself appears to also swell outward and become more sensitive; due to the swelling and the hormones involved in estrus, the membrane on its surface surrounding the opening to the womb becomes softer and more malleable, although significantly less so than during childbirth. The sensitivity also seems to be tied to ovulation, and some accounts indicate that male engagement with the cervix may provide an alternate route to inducing ovulation. (It should also be noted that unlike in other species where it is somewhat fixed, the cervix is contained instead by a system of flexible cartilage, and is capable of shifting within the pelvic girdle and compressing back into the body to the point where it flattens against the lower portion of the uterus. While it is unclear why this adaptation originally took place, combined with the extreme flexibility and resilience of the vaginal walls, catgirls have the unusual ability to mate with a wide variety of males outside of their own species. Far from simply being conjecture, several credible accounts seem to indicate that a catgirl will seek out male attention from any species, and males of most species seem to find it acceptable to exploit this facet of their sexuality.) Additionally, while not a directly visible trait, perhaps the key behavioral hallmark of heat is an intense, indiscriminate desire to mate with any mature individual of the opposite sex, a behavior that increases at a continually accelerating rate at any time the woman in heat is not engaged in sexual activity. While the overall core physiological symptoms of heat are universal throughout the feline population, many women react to the impulses and changes of heat in a variety of different ways, mostly involving somewhat different behavioral responses. These responses can vary from female to female and even within one female - during the course of estrus a single female may exhibit multiple behavior patterns depending on the position in the cycle and the current level of arousal or satiation. The following chart lays out several of the resultant general behavior patterns I have observed. -Playful: One of the behaviors might seem at first glance to be flirtatious, but upon further observation seems to indicate something of a regression to an earlier cycle of development (I hate to use the term age in a species with such a quick maturation). As the title states, it mainfests as a series of generally exuberant and playful behaviors, which can involve anything from stretching and rolling around on the ground, to bounding about hyperactively, to engaging in mock-hunting games with others of their kind, usually male. During this time, their behavior seems more reckless and animalistic, and they often revert to quadripedal locomotion. When encountering women behaving in this way, nearby males are usually happy to entertain their playful nature and engage directly in the play with them. When males become involved, the play usually takes the form of a predator-and-prey game, with the male pursuing the female; when caught and pinned by the male, the female quickly shifts to a traditional display position and is quickly mounted. -Aggressive: Some women, in response to their heat, will become directly aggressive towards any nearby males, and will pounce on and restrain them if they try to leave. This behavior has a wide range, from aggressive flirtation, to immediate direct bodily contact, to compelling a male into a prone position and then mounting them involuntarily in a straddling position. As most males easily exhibit arousal and sexual responsiveness to any sign of estrus, however, this behavior is usually met with equally aggressive behavior in the male; the coitus resulting from encountering a woman in this state is often extremely vigorous and appears to provide a slightly longer-lasting respite from further sex-seeking behavior afterwards. -Sensitive: While women always have certain increased sensitivities during estrus as a result of vasocongestion due to physiological arousal (areolae, certain portions of the external and internal genitalia), some catgirls experience a general increase in sensitivity across the entire body, and respond accordingly. This behavior pattern generally takes place during the most intense periods of heat during the middle of the estrus cycle. When in this state, any stimulation (touching or brushing of the fur) can be intensely arousing, and cause the immediacy of heat to progress dramatically. In addition, the previously mentioned areas become significantly more sensitive than normal, and even light stimulation of these areas can increase the arousal level quickly to the plateau state; something that will in almost all cases produce an immediate demand for sex in the female, followed by orgasm either immediately upon penetration or upon the subsequent induction of ovulation. -Traditional: This pattern also appears to occur more often during the most intense periods of heat. As with the first behavior pattern, the catgirls appear to regress, although rather than to an earlier development cycle, their behavior more closely resembles their feline ancestors. When in this mode, they will immediately remove all clothing if they happen to be wearing it, and will adopt quadripedal movement almost exclusively. In this mode, they will often rub their bodies against any nearby males in a particular motion, and will regularly adopt a variant on the traditional feline "displaying" position, either on all fours, or an arched position with the head and shoulders in close proximity to the ground. These behaviors will usually be accompanied by either loud purring or an unusually evocative, wordless plaintive cry only heard in this particular species. These behaviors will produce immediate male attention from any in the area, and it is in this mode that the catgirl is most likely to remain in a mating position and continuously accept multiple suitors in quick sucession. Some males, in fact, appear to find this mode preferential, and will actively seek out females in this mode to mate with while shunning approaches from others who appear to be less engaged. This mode also seems to provoke the most instinctual response in males, with almost all driven to immediately act when faced with a female displaying this behavior pattern.

-First Time: While the previous modes of behavior are the most common, there are certain other behaviors that usually only take place during a female's first period of heat upon sexual maturation. During this time, the female does not appear to immediately understand the nature of the urges or the sudden attraction produces by estrus, and will occasionally strike out or claw at males who approach. After some hours, the demands of heat will become sufficient that the catgirl will usually give in to a further male approach. Almost universally, after observing this behavior, males will quickly take the female to the ground, pulling her body into the proper mounting position if she does not attain it automatically and grasping her in a tight embrace that always includes the traditional feline bite on the nape of the neck. As the female is not yet used to the feeling of induced ovulation, she will often react immediately and violently to the onset of mating if not properly restrained by the male. Mating in this situation is often both slower and more perfunctory than usual, with longer gaps between mating in which the female often retreats and refuses further contact. This behavior quickly dissipates as the female becomes accustomed to the feeling of mating, and as the female's internal systems for mitigating the pain of induced ovulation become fully established. By the time the female enters the most intense part of the estrus cycle, her behavior is indistinguishable from that of other females, and she engages in mating without any further hesitation. (It should also be noted that in some species of catgirls, the first period of estrus appears to occur before the ovum have fully matured. If this is the case, the first period of heat appears outwardly similar; however, the action of mating does not produce any actual ovulation and breeding does not therefore occur.)

Additional Notes Unlike its animal forebears, the cat-woman is somewhat unique in that her sexual expression is not entirely limited to periods of estrus. This appears due to the presence of the more predominantly human-style presentation of the external genitalia, including the labia majora and minora along with the clitoral structure that underlies them and emerges above their frontal intersection in the expected form of the clitoral bud. It should be noted that coitus outside of estrus is still excluded, as the combination of feline spines and the absence of estrus-generated lubrication make the act effectively impossible (which still technically physically possible, the pain and potential damage involved are sufficient enough that the female with meet all serious sexual advances outside of estrus with significant force that will escalate to lethality if required). Female-female play is also extremely rare, but masturbation through clitoral stimulation during non-estrus periods is relatively common. Many females are able to achieve orgasm directly through this stimulation; interestingly, though, when undergoing estrus, this method is generally insufficient to achieve orgasm. Orgasm during estrus can be enhanced by clitoral stimulation, but is apparently only achievable through two specific methods: the repetitive stimulation of the interior ridges by the spines of the feline penis or largely similar structures, or complete penetration of the vaginal canal and firm pressure or intense direct stimulation of the cervical membrane.

SECTION=Put your hands between your legs and go for it {((Start))} Concluding that it probably makes more sense to take the heat in hand (literally) than ignore it, you reach down and begin to massage between your legs, first gently caressing the fur on your lower abdomen and inner thighs until your hips thrust forward in anticipation, then bringing the focus to your mound. Even puffed up as it is during heat, the mound is soft and squishy, and conforms willingly under the pressure of your fingers as you move them in a circular motion. By the time your hand moves down to slide along your cuntlips, you can already feel them twitching slightly in time with your pulse, your body thrilling to the feeling of your touch as you explore the sensitive ridges. Your hips thrust again, involuntarily, and you have the sudden sensation that you need something inside you, RIGHT NOW. Almost without thinking, the two fingers in the center of your hand curl inwards, tickling your urethra and causing you to squirm as they quest for the place where your lips spread apart. They find it quickly as the lower edges of your cuntlips coats them with moisture, and they effortlessly spread the lips to either side and press in firmly. You can feel your inner muscles clench as they try to squeeze around your fingers, which continue to curl and quest for a sensitive spot somewhere inside; your outer fingers, meanwhile, continue to lie flat and stroke against your lips, as the palm of your hand nestles firmly into your mound and pushes insistently and repeatedly against your hood, rubbing it across your sensitive clit and sending electric waves of pleasure through the core of your body. Soon, all three of the sensations converge as your fingers find one of the sensitive spots inside and rubs it until it feels just right. Everything feels wonderful as your body responds to the stimulation, and you can feel your pussy twitching in anticipation, but you just can't seem to quite go over the edge into the body-wracking orgasm you need for satiation. While on a normal day you can usually bring yourself to orgasm, even though you rarely have the desire, now the curse of heat rears its ugly head; while the heat makes you more sensitive all over, it also subtly shifts how the stimulation works. You can pleasure yourself all you want, but you are forced to acknowledge that if you want that desired relief, you will need something else: at the very least, some male presence and attendant stimulation to convince your body enough that you are being bred. Of course, that situation most often occurs while actually being bred, and being bred leads to other consequences, the desirability of which you are still debating. While you have heard rumors that some groups of women have found ways around this, and tales of the rare female feline shaman finding alternate means of satiation through complex mystical rituals, in your own experience so far the only thing that works is an actual man, thrusting deeply or spikily enough to satiate you. After a few more minutes, squirming on the bed and pawing at your breasts and thighs in one last desperate attempt at a climax, you finally give up. At least the pleasure makes you feel slightly calmer, although the tingling has hardly abated. All you really manage to achieve is to greatly increase the size of the wet spot on the sheets. Since the sheets are already a mess, you use a dry corner of them to mop up between your legs. You know that the masturbation has made you quite sensitive, so much so that underwear might be uncomfortably distracting, so you head into the kitchen naked to make yourself some breakfast. ((Get something to eat))

SECTION=Try to ignore it and get up {((Start))} You try to ignore the tingling feeling and get up, knowing from prior experience that as good as masturbation might sound right now, more likely than not you would only end up even more frustrated, without doing much to reduce the onset of heat. You managed to toss your covers most of the way off during the night, so you kick them off the rest of the way, although after a moment's thought you take a corner of them and very gently dab away the remaining moisture on your thighs and crotch. You think about putting on some underwear, but wonder if the sensation will be too annoying against your sensitive parts, already swollen as they are from the heat. You stay naked and head into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. ((Get something to eat))

SECTION=Get something to eat {((Start))} You enter the kitchen and set a pan atop the magically stoked flames in the fire pit, warming up a slab of cured meat until it begins to sizzle in its own fat. You are more of a carnivore than other species, and so you forgo the traditional slabs of bread that might surround it and simply flop the meat onto a platter, extending your claws to grab the still-hot meat and rip chunks out of it with your sharp teeth. Your teeth are highly efficient at taking on any type of meat, even live prey; as a result, only someone incredibly brave or incredibly stupid would dare to ask you for a blowjob! To compensate, though, you know that you can give a very nice tongue bath, your long, slightly raspy tongue gliding along a nice, firm pole, your saliva leaving it glistening as it stands at attention, ready to plunge into your eager folds as you moan in ecstacy... You shake your head violently, trying to clear the thought from your head, even as you feel a twitch from between your legs. Heat, you know, can affect the mind as it does the body, and unless you concentrate it will be easy for your mind to drift back to thoughts of an amorous, or at least starkly lustful, nature. You finish your meat, enjoying how it resists just enough as your teeth tear into it, a flavorful blend of salt, spices, and delectable protein. While your species is technically capable of being omnivorous, during heat especially you can't seem to help but crave meat, and lots of it, when it starts. As it progresses, your body will happily forget about eating in favor of... other pursuits, so it's only natural to load up on as much energy as you can now. In fact, you still feel almost as hungry as you did when you started, so you toss on a couple more slabs and dig into them vigorously as you contemplate what you want to do. You could always stay home and try to wait it out, frustrating though that might be, and hope that no one notices your condition; the trouble is, even if you can somehow resist the heat, there's a good chance you'll run out of food in the house before then, and have to go out shopping when your heat is fully primed... and you know how that will turn out. On the other hand, you could get dressed and head out, although you know that when you're in heat, doing just about anything at all has the distinct possibility of leading to a cock being buried deep inside you, a situation that parts of you at least are already happily anticipating. ((Stay in)) ((Head out))

SECTION=Stay in {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))} You decide to stay in and hope for the best, although by midday, you begin to regret the decision as your heat continues to develop, and the tingling develops into an aching need. Your mind, having little better to do, quickly drifts from thoughts of chores to cocks, delightful thick cocks, how they would feel nudging up against your thighs, how warm they would be probing your sensitive folds, that wonderful thrill as they plunged inside you and satisfied every craving you could possibly have... Soon, thinking about anything else is just about impossible, and you soon find yourself on the leather rug in the living room, lying on your back as your hands desperately massage your folds, even though you know that your own touch won't be enough to give you what you want. You writhe in frustration, wondering how you ever thought you could tough this out, the need burning through you as both your body and mind quickly tell you that you need to be bred NOW NOW NOW. When you hear a knock at the door, you're almost out of your mind with desire, and find yourself angrily grabbing the door and slamming it open, snarling. The snarl quickly turns to a smile, though, as you notice the person at the door: one of your male neighbors, a fellow hunter, nicely toned under his fur and clad only in the traditional tight shorts that males wear around town. You feel a profound sense of relief as you look at him, your pussy trickling moisture as it indicates its readiness to receive him. He looks at you, taking in your naked form and the clear, unmistakable scent of your heat, and it takes barely a moment before his shorts begin to tent rapidly. You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him as you lustily flick your tongue along his muzzle, purring happily as you feel the bulge in his shorts push upwards and nudge up against your crotch, your hips shuddering at the touch and causing you to almost fall into his arms. He returns your licks and embrace, lifting you back inside, and the foreplay consists of little other than him removing his shorts; in less than a minute from opening the door, you find yourself pushed up against a wall in the entryway, yowling in pleasure as he takes you swiftly from behind, a yowl that turns into a soft purr as he finishes entering you, his tip nestling into something inside and causing it to stretch pleasantly, thoroughly scratching that itch as your pussy feels comfortably full. Then he pulls out, and you yowl again, this time in pain and sudden anger as his spines scratch against you with a sharp, stinging sensation. You almost try to whirl around and claw at him, but his hands are pressed firmly around your wrists and hold them in place despite your struggling, leaving your claws to dig futilely into the wall. He plunges into you again, though, and your flash of anger dissipates as quickly as it arrived, your body more than happy to receive him despite the pain. When he pulls out again, though, the raking of his spines almost seem to flip a switch inside your mind, and instead of pain, the tug and rake of the spines set off a rolling wave of pleasure. He continues to thrust as your body fully gives in to his ministrations, and he responds to your relaxed posture by grabbing your hips instead of your arms and grinding against you between thrusts, his fuzzy balls snugged up tantalizingly against the hood of your clit. It only takes a few more thrusts before your body shivers and pulses with orgasm, and he hugs you close as the feeling overtakes you and plunges in as far as he can, his sheath nudging against your cuntlips as your muscles clench around him, and his presence inside you is both somehow white-hot and intensely comfortable as your voice seems to come out of its own accord, a high-pitched, shuddering moan that proclaims your happiness to the world. When he pulls out again, you begin to feel satiated, although your knees are suddenly weak and he has to reach down and support you against the wall as he continues his thrusting, and brings you to another rolling peak before pushing deep inside you with a sudden, powerful thrust, his cum pulsing wetly deep inside you before he quickly pulls out, his spines raking you savagely and causing another loud moan as your body interprets the feeling as impossibly pleasurable. You shiver as he releases you and collapse in a heap, panting heavily as your combined fluids slowly leak out. Something thrums warmly in your stomach, and you know that the thrusts that raked your insides have already made you fertile, a fertility that his cum will quickly utilize. He gathers up your relaxed form and takes you into your bedroom, where your temporarily satiated heat soon surges back, and you sink happily into the bed and bury your face in the pillow, giving in to your instincts entirely and yowling like an animal as he mates you repeatedly over the next several hours, which pass in a lustful haze punctuated by the frequent, shocking surge of pleasure as your body shudders through a string of orgasms. When you both finally take a break to grab some water, you look up to find your bed ringed by several other men; apparently, the combination of your scent and the loud yowling of your mating has brought in a number of other curious - and aroused - neighbors. The visitors become your houseguests over the next several days, and aside from breaks to sleep and rehydrate, you spend the remainder of the week with one of their cocks thrusting inside you. Even after your heat breaks and you lose interest in sex, they cuddle with you for hours, and you enjoy their warmth as they look lovingly at you, petting and patting your stomach in reverence. You sigh as they leave, knowing they state they have left you in, and resolve to redouble your efforts at hunting and feeling useful before your belly starts to swell. When that happened, the men would of course be back, taking responsibility and caring for you until the litter arrived, when the kittens became the responsibility of the village as a whole. Part of you is supremely annoyed by your condition and having to rely on others, but another part of you can already see the cute fuzzy faces of your future kittens, and anticipate the feelings of love as they draw life from your breasts, and despite the aggravation, you can't help but think that this is a good thing. THE END

SECTION=Head out {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))} You decide to head out, knowing that staying in would be a torturous exercise in frustration, with no guarantee that you wouldn't be found and bred anyway. Of course, going out completely naked would mean that you most likely wouldn't get more than a few steps without encountering aggressive male attention, attention that you would most likely quickly reciprocate as your heat advances. So, sensitivity or no, you'll have to get dressed. While your village specializes in hunting, many of the villagers are also expert at the peripheral skills, such as tanning leather and stretching sinews into bowstrings. The leather forms clothing, and through trade with other villages other textile skills were learned as well, leading to a decent expertise in clothing for a species that saw little need to wear all that much of it. Men often only wear a garment that covers their butt, crotch and sheath, while women also cover their breasts, although beyond that your species' thick fur serves as clothing well enough, and wearing more on top of it can feel oppressive. As such, full clothing, leather armor really, is reserved for the soldiers who protect the village from the occasional conflict, and somewhat lighter gear for hunting scouts such as yourself. You pull on a garment that is roughly equivalent to a pair of bikini panties, woven from a local fibrous plant, with an interior carefully brushed to a comfortable softness. The fabric also absorbs some of your scent, making it useful for masking your presence when hunting, although you know that when the fabric is eventually dampened by your moisture, the smell of your heat will permeate nonetheless. It is accompanied by a simple brassiere made from a similar fabric, normally too big for you but snug during your heat. You can feel your nipples involuntarily hardening from the pressure, but if you want to go out, it's a price you'll have to pay. The fabric on the other garment sits surprisingly comfortably against your crotch, not overwhelmed by its presence despite the increased sensitivity. Still, after a while, it might cause you to squirm a bit when you walk. While being dressed in such a fashion might seem licentious in other species, it is a perfectly acceptable ensemble for walking around town, and one that would hardly attract much notice on a normal day, as it is the standard female attire. That being said, you are well aware that your figure usually attracts some appreciative looks, but nothing beyond that - most men aren't stupid enough to try and grope a woman who isn't in heat, especially one with sharp claws. In heat, however, you know that a male touch in the right place can be intoxicating, and in certain cases, enough to spawn immediate action. You contemplate whether to wear anything else. If you want to go into the village, you could head out now, taking care of the things you need to do before the heat becomes too intense. Of course, you know full well the risks of doing that. Your very first heat came on while you were in town, and all of a sudden the men around you looked so irresistable that you couldn't help yourself, and you were soon pressed up against a wall, being mated repeatedly by every male that passed by, and you enjoyed every second of it. You have a little more experience now, so it's possible that you could resist your own temptations, but if the men around did notice your heat and began to express interest, the outcome would probably be inevitable. The first time around, you weren't yet fertile and lucked out, but you know that now, the raking thrusts from being mated by a male of your kind would certainly get you quickly and multiply pregnant. While you know that such an outcome is not just accepted but welcomed in your society, and even something you've occasionally desired, you know it also means a lot of lying around, away from the hunting and scouting that you love, as a litter grows in your belly for several months. On the other hand, you could always head out into the forest, maybe even do some hunting before the heat becomes too urgent, or at least spend some time away from the village. You would be less likely to encounter your own kind there, and therefore less likely to be bred, but going out alone always poses some degree of danger; if you were to venture there, you would need some slightly more substantial clothing, and most likely your knife and bow. Given your love of hunting, the second option has a certain appeal to it, although succumbing to heat alone, in the middle of the forest, has other risks... as you know from a heat where you tried it before, and where you also learned firsthand about the wide variety of cocks your pussy is capable of accepting. ((Go into town)) ((Head into the forest|forest))

SECTION=square {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))} You walk down the main road of the village and over to the market square. Part of you, the more optimistic part, thinks that you can get the supplies you need quickly before your other needs become apparent and undeniable; another part of you, though, can't quite shake the trepidation that this decision can only lead to one possible, if somewhat desired, conclusion (and another part of you, true to form for being in heat, is already imagining how wonderful it will feel to be mated repeatedly when that outcome occurs). As you approach the market square, the increased presence of people around, especially the men, causes the ache in your abdomen to build far more quickly than expected, adding credence to the inevitability hinted at in your earlier thoughts... but as you're already about to press into the busy square, and it's doubtful that turning back at this point would be any more effective. The square is undoubtedly the beating heart of the town, situated in a large central square where the town's major roads converge, and otherwise surrounded by the thatched-roof buildings housing various shops, taverns, and the long, low building of the council hall. During most of the day, though, those buildings are shuttered, and the focus turns to the neat rows of brightly-decorated wooden booths where dozens of local hunters and craftsmen ply their wares to the less-orderly clusters of customers huddled around them. The food carts are a number of rows back on the square's far corner, and you make haste towards them, trying to navigate the crush of shoppers as they press ever closer. Many of them are male, of course, and their scents stand out like bold notes over the background noise of everyone else. You can't help but glance across their faces, and then significantly lower, as your mind naturally gravitates to slotting each man you see into an intensely erotic scenario, one that inevitably ends with the both of you rutting madly with animalistic passion. You desperately try to ignore it, but the ache becomes more focused, the presence of so many males close at hand transforming it into a pressing need. It truly feels like heat now, an intense warmth almost burning inside you, white heat flashing through your abdomen, pulsing in your pelvis, dripping down your thighs... down your thighs? You realize that the last part is quite literally true, as you notice that in your distraction from the fantasies you've been milling around aimlessly, probably with your tail-waving, hip-swaying walk instead of quickly and demurely as you intended, as your body let loose a torrent of lubrication that has already saturated the crotch of your panties and trickling copiously out around it. You realize that your pussy lips are puffed out even more, straining against the sopping fabric, and tingling agonizingly with every step. You struggle to keep quiet, and not to let out the moan that you desperately want to make with each swivel of your hips. Maybe if you just move more slowly, maybe you can make it there, buy what you need, and get back... somehow... but you're having a hard time even selling that to yourself, in between even more frequent fantasies that leave you twitching. Still, you move forward, but even as you do you realize that with fluid trickling down your legs, your scent is now more than apparent to anyone nearby. You realize that nearby men are starting to notice you, really notice you, and are tentatively moving closer as they try to determine your state - the scent is clear enough, but by now a woman in heat would most likely already be bending over, not walking along like you are, albeit hesitantly. You make it a few more steps, some small part of you that's still concentrating on your task trying to convince you to avert your gaze and stare at the ground, despite your mind's protestations that you should be doing otherwise. Now, though, curious male hands are beginning to reach out, to see what is really going on. A hand rests on your shoulder, another brushes against your arm, just that mere touch causing you to lean in towards it and let out a soft purr. If you weren't in heat, perhaps you'd try to swat their hand away, but all of a sudden their touch feels sooo good, and you want them to just wrap you up in their arms before... somehow, you manage to shake your head, trying to deny the touches and the head musk of their male scents, trying to ignore your own irretrievably horny thoughts and a bodily imperative that would not brook being denied for long, even while realizing the battle against yourself is close to lost, your desire flooding across both your body and mind. Seeing your response, the questing hands soon become bolder, their owners now sure of your heat and ready to press their intentions, intentions that you seem to have no no resolve left to resist, as your body seems to do everything it can to indicate its readiness. It is far too late to back away from this now, far too late to even entertain the notion of running away, as your thoughts become fully consumed with the notion of the matings that will soon follow the touch. Even if you had the resolve to move forward, your way is blocked by a crush of men, who quickly encircle you. Hands reach out to caress your face, running along the fur on your sides, grabbing a nipple here and giving your butt a gentle squeeze there, the sensation of each touch beginning to feel electric as you stop in your tracks, purring constantly at the soft touch your body is receiving, relishing the men's affection. Then you feel a firm hand between your legs, two fingers starting to rub insistently against your folds and clit through the fabric, and you yowl as the sensation makes your hips jerk violently and your knees buckle. You know as your butt hits the ground, your pussy twitching uncontrollably, that the battle against your heat is lost, but you don't even mind at all as your body and mind anticipate the consummation that will soon arrive. It suddenly feels like there are hands all over your body at once, caressing you, petting you, supporting you, holding you up, and you shiver in ecstasy from the combined sensations. By the time the hands release you, you realize that you are now off to one side of the square, lying flat on your stomach on a patch of cool, soft grass. Your constricting underwear is gone, leaving you fully exposed on display, and at least a dozen men standing in a circle around you arguing over who gets to go first. Off to the side you hear the haughty sniff from a group of females, probably miffed at your lack of discretion - while such public matings are hardly uncommon, some women think it beneath them. At the moment, though, you couldn't care less about your location, your body having given over almost completely to instinct as your pussy throbs with anticipation, your mind already imagining being mated in detail and waiting for reality to coincide with its pleasant fantasies. Frustratingly, though, the men are still arguing, instead of servicing you as they should be, quenching the burning heat within that has now become almost the sole focus of your mind. Using what little willpower you have left, you raise your hand and point directly at one of the men, one with yellow-striped fur and what looks to be a sizable cock. The decision made for them, the other men take a step back, and almost before you can lower your hand back to the ground, you feel the weight of your chosen companion on top of you. It takes but a moment more for your breath to catch in your throat as his cock burrows between your thighs, hesitating just long enough to mingle precum with the already ample juices coating your cuntlips before the tip roughly shoves them aside, your mate burying his cock up to the sheath in one sudden, powerful thrust. You are already so worked up that you come from the thrust alone, hard enough that you practically melt from ecstacy as he pulls out, the initial pain of feline mating already turned to pleasure in your mind. You lie on the ground, enjoying the cool grass against your fur as it contrasts with the warmth both on you and in you, rolling along on waves of pleasure that frequently crest in a shuddering, pulsating climax, giving yourself over to the basic animal pleasure of being mated. Occasionally you glance up to realize that there is a different pattern of fur above you, a slightly different cock exploring your depths at a slightly different pace, but it mostly blurs together into hours of purring, panting bliss, a cavalcade of soft caresses and warm, ceaseless thrusts. By the time the last cock pulls out of you, the sun has already set, the light fading to dusk as the last pulsating orgasm slowly ebbs from your body, your control temporarily restored from your heat being fully and undeniably sated. You roll over onto your back, purring happily as you come down from it all, your pussy still feeling comfortably full from the volume of at least a hundred matings. Much of it drips out as you lie there, but you know more than enough will still remain to do the trick. After a while, you get up, and find that you can actually walk steadily enough again, the sensitivity between your legs finally lessened to something approaching normal. You walk back home, fluids running down your legs the entire way. Your feline eyes let you see well enough in the dark, although in your half-dazed state you don't bother to look behind you, and see the multitude of eyes staring back at you from the darkness as they silently follow along... You take a short detour to a stream that runs along the town's periphery, washing off the grass and the distracting male scents that now coat you. Returning home, you collapse into bed, exhausted and a bit sore from the day's ordeal. In your exhausted state, though, you leave the front door wide open, and when you wake up even hornier the next day there are conveniently several men sharing the bed with you, and a number of others arrayed about on the floor. One of them, noticing that you're awake and ready to go, rolls you over and satisfies your waking heat with a passionate, yowling mating, soon followed by another and another as the other men quickly join in, matching your lusty eagerness with their own. The remaining days of your heat pass in their company, wet spots multiplying with each mating and wet orgasm until your sheets are a complete mess, a phenomenon that is soon duplicated on the woven rug nearby. Once your heat ends, they reluctantly leave, promising to support you during your pregnancy as they go. it takes you several days for your pussy to recover enough for you to walk normally again, and by then you can already feel the warmth in your belly from a successful breeding... and while the experience wasn't exactly what you had intended, you hardly regret it. Next year, when the kittens now forming inside you are decently grown and learning their very first skills from various tradesmen in other parts of the village, you know that you won't even hesitate to be bred when your next annual heat rolls around - merely thinking about it even now makes you practically glow with anticipation. While the consequences are somewhat inconveniencing, compared to the breeding experience you've just enjoyed, you can't imagine even bothering to struggle against the imperative of heat - giving in to it, you now know, is the most wonderful thing in the world. THE END

SECTION=alleyways {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))} You decide to take the longer way around to the shop, walking along the alleyways between buildings. It isn't a particularly pleasant walk, as you have to dodge the occasional pile of refuse or the occasional pile of... something else left by an overindulgent patron of one of the taverns. Still, it isn't half bad, and you make fairly good time, only seeing a couple of other people along the way. The tingling does intensify, though, and you can feel it beginning to shift over into a more insistent itch, as your moisture begins to permeate your panties and advertise your smell. You don't think it's gotten too bad, though. You make it most of the way to the store, and find yourself walking along a relatively clean and uncluttered alleyway when you realize that your smell has become more noticeable. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who realizes it. As you walk past the corner of one of the buildings, you see a grey blur out of the corner of your eye, and before you can react someone crashes into you, tackling you to the ground. You can feel his weight on top of you, and strong, masculine hands on your shoulders. You turn your head, hissing, to look into the face of a man with sleek grey fur, licking his lips in anticipation. He releases you and sits up, removing his hands to tug at the ties on his suddenly too-tight shorts. He is well aware of your condition, and your mind is suddenly well aware of his as the shorts come off. You realize that all you'd have to do now is just lift your butt in the air, raise your tail to expose the aching wetness between your legs, and give your body the vigorous mating that it desired. Hardly seeming to care about how the man just rudely pounced on you, a grievous offense at any other time, your mind is already imagining how it will feel when he pushes you down and and plunges inside, how wonderful it will feel as he fills you... In the dwindling part of your mind that has not been redirected towards preparing your for imminent mating, you know that you still have a short window of time to at least attempt avoiding the near-inevitable breeding, if you can muster up enough command of your body to override your instincts. You could try to get up and bolt away down the alley, hoping that the male presence hasn't pushed the heat to the point of no return. Or you could try the desperation play of attacking the male instead, as acting violently towards his advances might confuse him enough to believe you're not receptive and leave you alone. You can already feel your butt nudging upward on its own accord, and you realize that you need to decide quickly before your body decides for you, if it is not already too late... ((Raise your tail)) ((Charge him)) ((Run away)) ((Go Nuclear))

SECTION=Go into town {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))} You decide to go into town and figure out what to do before your heat truly gets going in earnest. There is a part of you that wonders if you can make it back without the mixed cum from a dozen men dripping down your thighs on the return trip, but it makes sense to try - far better than attempting to brave the unknown dangers of the forest in your condition. You exit your house and walk down the dirt path towards the center of town, attracting a few glances along the way but not much else, as your scent is still mostly masked. The market square would be the easiest place to stock up on meat and other supplies if you want to try to quickly stock up and then stay in for the duration, but it is sure to be the most crowded spot in town. You do know of a woman that runs a small shop on the other side of town, though, and she usually has some decent dried meats - you could try to take the backstreets and alleyways between buildings to visit her shop instead, where you would probably encounter less people. Of course, you also realize as you walk towards the preiphery of the town proper, there is always the path of least resistance - instead of spending a lot of effort trying to fight it, you could simply and easily give your body what it wants, and get properly bred in the traditional way of your village. All you would have to do would be to eschew your other errands and go directly to the "meeting" hall, where many women spend their heat. Despite its name, the hall resembles a bordello more than anything else, and the only meetings that take place there are those of the intimate variety; however, for a feline such as yourself it can be a very compelling environment, communal and playful with an abundance of willing partners. Once you step within its doors, however, it is a certainty that you will be thoroughly bred by the time you leave. Where do you want to go: ((Visit the market square|square)) ((Take the alleyways to the shop|alleyways)) ((Give in and venture inside the meeting hall|meetinghall))

SECTION=meetinghall {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))} As you walk into town, you consider your options, and decide that rather than chancing a misadventure due to your quickly developing heated state, and the resulting potential embarrassment of being mated in public (mild though it might be), that you would rather set aside all pretense and let your body have what it is already so desperately craving. Your mind flashes briefly on the easily foreseeable consequences of your decision, such as the inconvenience of future pregnancy, but you realize that you don't much care - even with that inconvenience, it is still the choice most people in the village would encourage you to take, and the one that you know your body will be most happy with, giving in to the familiar feelings and rhythms of mating with your own kind. Even as you change your path slightly to angle towards the meeting hall, you feel a pleasant twinge between your legs as your body reacts in anticipation, and by the time you stop right in front of the hall's main entrance, you can feel your panties pulling snug against your swelling mound, a wet spot already spreading slowly across your crotch as your pelvis thrums with an inner warmth. Now that you are not using any effort to suppress the symptoms of your heat, it is coming on rapidly, and you know that even if you are pounced the moment you walk in the door, your body will be more than ready. In fact, you can already feel the agonizing itch of heat faintly building in your belly, but instead of it causing you anxiety you feel oddly relaxed, knowing that it will be rapidly sated long before it can become troublesome. The hall is located a few streets over from the town's main square, mainly so its proximity won't be distracting to those shopping at the market stalls. From the outside, it does look very much like a hall, a long, low wooden building set apart slightly from the other shops, with a narrow alley that wraps all the way around it. The building itself, though, is quite distinctive - the exterior is well-maintained, the wood lacquered to preserve its rich natural color. A well-crafted balcony runs the length of the building's front, with a polished wood railing, and the few steps that lead up to the main entrance are covered with soft, woven pads colored a deep crimson. The rafters above the deck are adorned with brightly-colored bunting, and a wooden panel running the length of the building's main wall features elaborate woodcuts of ancestral felines in a variety of amorous embraces, although nothing too explicit - the concern being, of course, that anything too arousing could spur the desired activities to occur before those involved actually made it inside. Overall, though, the building is quite obviously the best-maintained and apportioned building in town, even more impressively detailed than that of the village leader, such care demonstrating the import of the building on village society. Before you lies a set of double doors, which rise from the balcony almost to the roofline of the building, only a couple of heads taller than you are. The doors are made of a lighter wood, polished and gleaming, with circular wrought-iron pulls. Carved in relief in each of the doors is the figure of a wide-hipped, stylized nude feline woman, the faces blank slabs devoid of features, and the bodies emphasizing curves and ample breasts. The figures are, in fact, carved to resemble the sort of ancestral fertility fetishes popular in the tribes of ages past, and their presence at the door to this hall is said to enhance the fertility of all those who step across their portal. You are the only person near the main entrance, which is hardly surprising: as the figures on the doors indicate, the entrance is for females only. The hall has a separate, less elaborate (and always open) doorway for the men around the side of the building, and men are even forbidden from approaching here. Again, though, the prohibition has solid reasoning behind it: to ensure that the men encounter the women in heat within the confines of the building, rather than getting started early in public while trying to navigate a mutual entrance. You hesitate for a moment before reaching out for the door handle, knowing that the path of no return for your choice is rapidly approaching. At the same time, though, your body and mind are already fully anticipating the ecstatic relief of the mating opportunities awaiting you, and your pussy tenses in a sympathetic shiver, your hips wobbling and your legs feeling less than steady. Your body is definitely ready, and the chances of making it back to home or some other useful place in town, without being jumped by and giving in to any number of eager males, is now vanishingly slim. Instead, you set your lingering fears aside and allow yourself to purr in response to the pleasurable twinge, stepping forward to pull the door open. The solid, sizable door swings open easily on seemingly frictionless hinges, and you step inside, letting the door close with a gentle thud behind you. The first thing that you notice upon entering is the smell: the thick, pungent scent of feline heat permeates the air, intermingled with the scents of dozens of different males, all of it underpinned by the distinctive smell of sex. While the scent of many other females in heat sets your fur slightly on edge, an instinctive nod to your distant ancestors in an environment where sex was more competitive, the combined smells soon actually make you more relaxed. The scents are comfortingly familiar, a reminder that unlike the unpredictable dangers of facing your heat in the wild, here you are among friends, and most of them will soon be quite intimate friends indeed... Just inside the door are a series of ornamental fabric screens, which serve as baffles to block the immediate sight of the meeting hall proper, and allow for a space for the women who enter to acclimate and prepare before facing the prospect of immediate male attention. You walk around the first set, and find yourself in a small alcove. Two women are waiting there, dressed in gauzy, loose robes. You recognize them as priestesses of the fertility goddess that is depicted on the doorway, and that their duty is to attend to those who are about to undergo the most natural of feline rituals. They approach you, padding softly forward, and you quickly acquiesce to their touch. Their hands gently slide over you, caressing your soft fur, the feeling setting you purring almost by instinct. One of the priestesses undoes your bra, and you move your arms forward to allow her to slide the garment off over them. The other stands in front of you, her hands roving across your hips, removing your panties so gently that they are falling past your knees before you notice the lack of their pressure against your crotch. The woman standing behind you encircles you in a soft embrace, her hands gently cupping the bottom of your breasts as she nuzzles your neck, even as the woman in front steps forward and runs three fingers along each of your thighs, then glides them along your mound with a touch so light it seems almost ethereal. While their actions seem - and feel - erotic, you know that they are performing them for a more specific purpose: the one holding you is feeling for tension and reaction to close contact, making sure that you are well enough into heat that you will easily acquiesce to breeding without causing a disturbance in the enclosed environment, and the hand between your legs is making sure that your mound is warm and swollen with heat and your lips well-coated with moisture, making sure that your body is as ready for breeding as your mind. You pass both tests easily, moaning at the sudden contact, your legs going wobbly again as the two guide you back upright and hold onto you until you are steady once again. You hesitantly walk over to the next set of baffles, your pussy still giving out the occasional twinge in anticipation, and you pause at the point just before the baffles recede to give you a good view of the meeting hall. Even though you are well past the point of no return now, for some reason you momentarily hesitate, your mind not quite ready to face it as much as your body is. The caresses of other women are one thing, but beyond that screen are many, many men, all of them quite willing to take what your body is offering. One of the priestesses, seeing your hesitation, decides that you need a little extra prodding. You hear her pad up behind you, but before you can ask what she wants, you hear something whooshing through the air - and a moment later feel the firm but largely painless jolt as she lands a light smack low on your ass. You open your mouth to gasp at the impact, but for some reason your voice instead lets out a cute, high-pitched moan, one that sounds very feminine and very aroused. At the same time, the smack causes you to lose your balance, and you swish your tail widely, taking a couple of staggering steps forward to regain your composure. The steps have the desired effect, though, and you are quickly beyond the screen, completely naked and looking very available in the meeting hall proper. Looking forward, you take in the scene before you. The hall is generally divided into three somewhat distinct sections, despite its completely open floor plan, to accommodate the styles of mating that most feline females (and males, for that matter) enjoy. Off to the left, several females occupy a variety of specialized, plush furniture upholstered in the native leathers and fabrics, designed in various shapes to allow them to relax comfortably while mating in a variety of positions. There are gently curved wedges to provide support for the traditional ass-up mating style, various tables and benches, and some of the sections of wall in that area are covered in soft, velvety padding, for those who prefer to mate pressed up firmly against them. For the rest of the hall, the only real furniture is a thick layer of soft padding laid across the floor, to provide a more comfortable surface for those who want to engage in the most traditional style of mating. That being said, though, there are clearly two different styles of mating occurring within the expansive space. Off to the right, a group of men and women are playfully romping about, some of them rolling around with each other until their urges naturally take over, and others playing something almost akin to a game of cat and mouse: the women dart around the room, occasionally pausing as their urges overtake them, and a group of men chases them around, waiting for a good opportunity to pounce. You watch one woman squeal as a man is finally able to pin her to the ground, and she happily writhes and arches her hips under them as their bodies quickly become entwined. In contrast to the playfulness, though, the group in the middle takes the most traditional approach: ready females simply walk into the middle of the tightly packed group and present themselves in the traditional position, where they are then almost immediately mounted by a nearby male. In all, there are perhaps a few dozen women currently mating in the hall, and perhaps twice that many men, with more circulating through all the time. The back of the meeting hall, unlike the front, has a window that runs along its length, and a steady stream of men also watches from outside, surveying the women in heat and deciding when they want to join in. You stand just beyond the screens, a few feet in front of the more traditional group, and they writhe together in a rhythmically pulsating mass of fur as you take a moment to contemplate how you want your mating to begin. Of course, even if you can't decide, it is only a matter of time before someone will approach you, and as soon as their hands make contact the matter will most likely be decided for you... ((Join the playful group|playful)) ((Find a comfortable position|furniture)) ((Mate traditionally|traditional)) ((Stand and wait for someone to approach you|handsome))

SECTION=Raise your tail {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((alleyways))} You can already see how this is going, as your mind fills with thoughts of him mating you and your body tenses and thrills in anticipation, your earlier notions of satisfying your heat without being bred quickly fading, and resigning yourself to a fate that your body so desperately wants is hugely appealing. Deciding not to resist is the easiest thing possible - you simply relax, and your body quickly does the rest, arching your back to set your hips in an eons-old mating position that your body knows instinctually. Your tail naturally curves up over you to present yourself to your soon-to-be partner, only a thin layer of sopping-wet fabric remaining between you and the first vigorous breeding of your heat, an event that you accept as all but inevitable. ((Get mounted))

SECTION=Charge him {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((alleyways))} Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, you charge at him, snarling. He is momentarily taken aback, freezing in place as you close in on him, knocking him to the ground and jumping on top of him, intending in your sudden anger to pin him to the ground and wrap your hands around his impertinent throat, perhaps letting him feel a claw or two against his veins for good measure. In the heat of the moment, it seems like a good plan overall, but in your haste you don't quite land where you're supposed to - instead of straddling his chest, you land primarily on his hips, and suddenly the tip of his fully erect cock is trying to push your underwear inside of you along with it. It doesn't get very far, but you shudder at the impact, your senses momentarily overwhelmed, and you freeze in place too... only to notice the juxtaposition a moment later, the feeling of him pressing against you, and your juices pour out around your panties to soak him as your anger is quickly dampened by the instinctual lust that rolls through you. Instead of throttling him, you let out a sensual purr and lean gently down against his body, pressing yourself against him as your hips continue to press yourself against his cock, rubbing and squirming as they try to force you together. The man beneath you is apparently cringing slightly, as the impact must have painfully jarred his erection, but upon noticing your reaction he quickly recovers from his pained surprise and returns the embrace, then uses it to gently roll you over back onto the ground. As the lust overtakes you, you let his hands guide you onto your stomach and raise your hips into the air, your tail twitching hypnotically back and forth above you as you wait for his cock to return and enter you properly this time. ((Get mounted))

SECTION=Run away {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((alleyways))} You get to your feet and turn to run away, but your body has already taken in his scent and noticed his readiness. Your pussy shivers as the feeling of your panties plastered against your crotch becomes tantalizingly intense as you move, and your attempt to sprint away is more like a stagger, your knees wobbling as you try to maintain your balance while simultaneously squirming at the sudden feeling between your legs. You only manage to make it a few steps down the alley when he notices your movement and pounces on you again, taking you down easily. You land with a thud, and this time he stays on top of you, his fully erect shaft pressing warmly into the fur on your thigh as he presses his hands on top of yours, his muzzle puffing hot breath against you as his teeth gently nip at the nexus between your neck and shoulder. You can't help but relax in reaction to the pressure there, and the cock nuzzling insistently at your inner thigh, so close to where it needed to be, that your momentary resistance fades as the presence of the man against you causes your instincts to take over. You can feel more moisture dripping from you as your pussy throbs in anticipation, your tail curving up naturally as you arch your back and extend your legs, tilting your butt up into a comfortable mating position. The man releases you, purring approvingly as he maneuvers himself into the proper position behind you, and you offer no further resistance, now fully focused on the pleasure that will soon overtake you. ((Get mounted))

SECTION=Go Nuclear {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((alleyways))} You realize that perhaps you are taking this story about a rutting catgirl a bit too seriously, and randomly detonate a nuclear bomb instead. The catgirl, village, forest, and entire region are blown to bits, burned in an instant to ash and cinders and then blown away on a cruel artificial wind. A towering mushroom cloud is all that remains. More disappointing than all that, though, is the fact that you didn't get laid. When the cloud clears, all that remains is a grey stone monolith jutting out of the ground. Spraypainted across it in neon orange lettering is the inscription: DR. ARTEMIS WAS HERE

SECTION=playful {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You enjoy watching the active playfulness of the group off to your right, and after a few moments you find yourself wandering over to them. For some reason, in your heated state, their pouncing game of predator and prey looks very appealing. As you are normally the hunter, it does seem slightly strange to your logical mind to have someone pursuing you, but the rest of your mind is already anticipating the feeling of being pinned to the ground and squirming playfully against a very eager male. Plus, there's always the chance that you could turn the tables and pounce one back - either way, you're sure to get what you need. You make your way across the floor, nimbly dodging around a brown-furred woman who darts in front of you, and make a quick jump over her pursuer - you can hear her giggling behind you, then the slight thumping sound of her getting pounced, her giggling rapidly turning to a moan that sharply rises in pitch as she is quickly and vigorously mounted. Her cries fade into the background, though, along with the rest of the dashing and mating couples, as you meet the eyes of a trio of young men leaning back against the wall. They are perhaps a couple of years into breeding age, and their matching fur patterns indicate that they were probably litter-mates: a subtle orange-yellow, with a pattern of dark, almost tiger-like stripes. They look to be quite fit, not overly muscled but definitely athletic, the contours of their bodies quite pleasing beneath their fur. They are, of course, naked like everyone else here except for the priestesses, and their feline cocks are already standing at attention, decently sized with nicely flared tips and subtle barbs that glint occasionally in the light. You can tell that they are admiring you as well, and they grin happily back when you flash them a sly smile. They are definitely game for what you have in mind, and you know that if you initiate, they will inevitably follow. Letting your leg muscles tense slightly, you crouch down, and then easily lean over onto all fours, a position than you realize feels much more natural and comfortable. You arch your back and tilt your ass in the air, your tail snapping up in the air and undulating back and forth above it. You enjoy the stretch that the position provides, and while it leaves you coiled and ready for action, you know that it also provides your potential suitors with a very clear look at your moist and swollen pussy. You turn your head, looking back at them expectantly, and you can almost see their cocks straining forward as the first one grins, pushes off the wall, and takes a running pounce towards you. You dodge him easily, bounding across the floor with an almost instinctual gait, all the while on the verge of giggling as you realize how silly you must look, bounding about in the four-legged style of your distant ancestors. Something about the different motion, and the thrill of adrenaline brought on by the hunting-style play, allows you to steadily traverse the room, even as each bound causes your pussy to throb in anticipation. The part of you most driven by heat would rather have you give in easily and allow yourself to be pounced right out of the gate, but the intriguing nature of this sort of irreverent play makes you feel fully alive, your muscles humming with joy as you throw decorum to the wind and enjoy the moment. Your keen ears can hear the impacts of the men, bounding along quickly behind you, and you redouble your efforts, actually laughing at the thrill of the chase as you bound along the edge of the room, giving those watching outside a good show of your athleticism as you dodge around other players and the mating couples that occasionally get in the way. You giggle as a swiping hand briefly brushes your legs, but you jump away before it can actually grab you. You know that they are gaining on you, though, and one of them manages to land a hand on your buttock and give its flesh a good squeeze before you are able to pull away. The contact briefly gives you pause, and you purr at the sensation as your pussy throbs strongly, sending a little shiver through your hips and briefly disturbing your gait. You manage to recover, though, and make a sudden lateral jump off of the wall to avoid another grab attempt. You glance back for a moment as you bound away from your pursuers, grinning at them, and to their credit, they don't appear to be frustrated at all, gamely continuing the pursuit. As you turn back, though, you realize that you could only see two of them, and wonder what happened to the third... a question that is quickly answered as you turn fully back around, only to see his grinning, crouching form right in front of you. Startled, you pull to a dead stop right in front of him, but before you can turn back or jump away in another direction, you see a flash of fur in the corner of your eye, and a moment later your body rocks forward in pleasant surprise as one of the others lands directly on top of you. The impact rocks you forward and you can feel your elbows buckle from the weight, dropping your head down close to the soft flooring, and you purr in delight as you feel his body pressing up against yours, his arms grabbing you in a tight hug and his teeth tugging gently at the nape of your neck as his body undulates against you, his cock tip pressing up against your butt and thighs as it tries to move into place. The sudden contact feels snuggly and wonderful, the both of you panting hard as his mating instinct takes over completely, and you let your body take over as well, your back arching comfortably under him and your hips rocking up to the instinctual angle they know to take. Your purring increases in volume as your body relaxes and snuggles into his embrace, relinquishing itself to being mated, as the cock finally finds your moist pussy and slides along the lips, lower and lower, until it is right where it needs to be... Your purring turns to a shriek as he pushes inside, and then to a yowl as he pulls out a moment later, his spines raking across your sensitive inner walls. Even that pain, though, is tinged with a hint of pleasure, as your heated body quickly recognizes and adapts to being mated, and apart from the yowl you make no effort to break the embrace, actively pushing your ass back against him as he thrusts in again. Soon the two of you are moving together in a slightly frenzied rhythm, oblivious to almost anyone else - except for the brother who has now flopped down on the floor in front of you, his head laying almost muzzle to muzzle, grinning as he watches the ecstacy spreading across your panting face. The thrusts quickly metamorphose into incredible bursts of pleasure, bringing you quickly to a shuddering orgasm, and you let out a loud, incredibly aroused yowl as your pussy trembles and pulsates around his thrusts. You are still cumming when he hilts you with a powerful, rocking thrust, the tip of his cock twitching warmly deep inside you, and you can feel the bursts of warmth landing against your innermost walls as his cum jets out, seeking a womb that you know has been made fertile by his thrusts. You uncouple a few moments later as he pulls out, ignoring your bodily pleas for continued snuggling and rolling over, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Apparently, the thrill of the chase followed by the frenzy of mating was enough to overwhelm him for the moment. He lays back against the padded floor, looking slightly listless, but with a wide, pleased smile stretched across his muzzle. You remain in your crouch, momentarily breathless too, and even though you still seem to be in a position to be mounted, the other brothers don't immediately take advantage - apparently, they still want to play before getting down to it, and they sit by you instead, shielding you from other interested parties until you recover enough to give them another playful grin, bounding off and leading them on another chase around your corner of the meeting hall, one which ends relatively quickly, with the predictable but intensely pleasurable result. You spend the rest of the day with them almost exclusively, and each time you are ready one of them is recovered enough to chase you around. As the day wears on, the chases get continually shorter and less adventurous, and the matings more frequent, the finale of which has you almost continuously pinned as they mate you one after the other, several times apiece, your body in constant rhythmic motion against their incessant thrusts as wave after wave of orgasms roll through you. There is only the faintest glow from the setting sun visible through the window when you finish for the day, the four of you collapsing in a cute, fuzzy heap, and you snuggle warmly against them. While your pussy feels a little sore from the frenzied feline coupling, the incessant ache of heat has been completely sated for now, in its place leaving a pervasive warmth that permeates your abdomen, complete with the occasional pinprick of warmth from slightly higher up, a sign that the rest of your reproductive system has been kicked into high gear. You can feel the combined liquid warmth of dozens of matings slowly dripping from between your pussy lips as you are nakedly cuddled by your exhausted paramours, and you enjoy the thoroughly sated feeling as you drift off to sleep, knowing that the remainder of your heat here will bring more of the same. ((Enjoy the rest of your heat|meetinghallend))

SECTION=furniture {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You decide that, given your current state and your already wobbly legs, it makes sense to avail yourself of some of the comfortable furniture off to the left. You walk carefully over, your pussy trembling slightly every time a stray bit of fur on your thighs brushes across your mound. Your careful, balanced gait does mean that your hips sway a little more when you walk, your tail swinging in counterpoint, a motion that you realize is beginning to attract the attention of several of the men who are not otherwise occupied. They begin to trail after you as you walk among the various pieces of furniture. About half of them are in use, women draped over them in various positions, and all of them being invariably mated while small clusters of men stand around them, occasionally running their hands across one of the participants as they less than patiently wait their turn. The rest, though, are free, save for some that have been recently used, and are being tended to by a small handful of priestesses in order to clean and prepare them for the next occupant. You pass by some of the more unusual ones, and ignore the low wedges used to help support a traditional position on the floor - if you'd wanted that, you'd be going at it in the midst of the tangle in the middle of the hall by now. You are will into this area by now, though, and all around you women are yowling and moaning, and watching as they writhe in exstacy to either side of you is driving your arousal to new heights - your body is ready to give in immediately, and already hands are reaching out to brush across your lower back, sending an electric tingle up your spine. You feel yourself purring and your body moving on its own in the direction of each touch, nd you know that unless you pick something quickly, you will end up being pulled on top of whatever happens to be nearby and mated immediately. In front of you, though, you see something that looks promising. It looks almost like a chair, but with a deeply rounded back filled with several pillows, and a plush seat that tilts back at a somewhat unusual angle. To either side, things that look almost like narrow benches jut out at an angle. Everything is upholstered in leather from one of the native herd animals, and it suddenly looks very inviting. You turn around, facing away from it, and find yourself face to face with a half-dozen men, a few of whom you recognize from around the village, all with subtly different fur patterns, but with the same anticipating look in their eyes, and all of their cocks are standing at the ready. Taking in the sight of them, and their intensely male scents, you feel your heat surge to the forefront of your mind, and you can feel a wave of hot desire flush across your mound, followed by an intense wetness that begins to trickle down your thighs. Your entire body suddenly feels irresistable, and you can't stop yourself from darting a hand between your legs and quickly trailing it across your sensitive pussy. The moment your fingers brush across your clit, you let out an intense moan, even as your hips buck back and your thighs shudder, your legs going weak as they give themselves over to an almost orgasmic spasm. You topple backwards into the seat with a sigh, your pussy twitching, and within moments you are seated quite comfortably indeed, your head and back reclining against the pillows, your back slightly curled and your butt curving forward due to the seat's odd angle. As soon as you are seated, the men move forward, quickly taking hold of your still-twitching legs and gently kneading the flesh, even as they carefully nudge them up and apart to set them atop the angled benches. The result leaves you in a very comfortable, if considerably nontraditional, mating position: your legs spread apart and your exposed pussy tilted up slightly at just the right angle. You can feel the spread of your legs putting a slight tension on your pussy, and you can feel your lips stretching slightly apart on their own, well-coated with your own juices, and providing an easy opening for the men to slide into. The men gather around you, clearly admiring your display, as you snuggle your body comfortably into the plush upholstery, letting your legs stretch out along the benches as you scoot your butt slightly forward, lifting it up just enough to allow your tail to flick free from its position beneath you. It curls around to the side, twitching excitedly, and you let out a soft purr when one of the men off to the side takes hold of it and begins gently stroking along its length, his touch both stimulating and relaxing. You finish settling into the seat, your hips giving a quick jut forward, almost as though they are trying to reach out and take ahold of whichever man happens to be closest. The tantalizing itch of heat is now spreading throughout your abdomen, and as you look down your body, you can clearly see your swollen mound, the pink color deepening toward crimson with your intense arousal. Your pussy lips are tingling with anticipation, and there is only one singular thought crawling across your mind. The men are doing something with their hands, probably some sort of game to determine who should go first, and you are just about to yowl in frustration when one of them lets out a happy exclamation and turns towards you. He is of about average build, with nondescript brown fur, but he has a face that generally looks kind - now, though, it is a mixture of excitement and arousal, and he wastes no time walking up to you and positioning himself between your legs. Thankfully, being a feline, he is not accustomed to intensive foreplay, and his cock presses up against your opening, stretches your lips apart, and plunges fully inside you in one calm, steady motion. You let out a soft, satisfied purr as he pushes inside you, and you can feel the tension of heat dissipate slightly as you feel the warmth of his shaft continually tugging at your lips as he moves in, his warmth moving deeper and deeper inside until it nudges comfortably up against something inside you, and you purr at the light, wonderful pressure that is already working to soothe the desperate itch deep inside you. He nudges in a little closer, close enough that you can feel his fur tickling at your stretched pussy, his hips pressing up against yours as your legs try to spread even further, shifting to the outer edges of the benches as you allow him to get as close to you as possible, even as your hips begin to twitch forward against him as the warmth inside you continues to feel better and better. Something about the unusual position means that the cock is pushing up against something differently, and while you can feel that he isn't in quite as deep as if you were mating traditionally, the light pressure inside you is tantalizing, almost tickling, and your body squirms against him, trying to move forward and enhance the feeling. You look up at him, the room suddenly seeming brighter, and the edges of everything seem to soften slightly as his face beams down at you, the expression on his face so deliciously aroused that you feel a pleasant shiver just at the sight of it. Looking around, you realize that his face is hardly alone - many others are crowded around next to it, almost in a circle. All of the faces you can see are smiling, and none of them look particularly frustrated to have to wait their turn - apparently, watching your aroused, squirming display in this somewhat novel position is, for the moment, entertainment enough. As one leans down towards you, though, you realize that some of them have something more interactive in mind than merely watching. The face of a blond-furred guy is suddenly close to yours, and his slightly rough but very warm tongue flicks out to lap at your muzzle, causing you to giggle slightly at the touch, but after a moment you get into the feeling, and soon your own tongue darts out to intertwine itself with his. Other men are already leaning in, and you soon feel hands brushing across the fur along your arms, others tracing along the palm of your hands while yet another rubs along your lower abdomen, just above your mound. You feel a mouth wrap around one of your nipples, and then the other, suckling gently at your breasts and giving your nipples an occasional lingering lick. Each lick sends a wonderful tingling shooting down your spine to spread across your pussy, and the combined sensations soon have your entire body squirming and purring under their combined touch, the rest of the world fading into the background amidst the sea of sensation. With wonderful feelings soon coursing across your entire body, you hardly even feel the quick sting of his barbs as he pulls out for the first time, and instead his slow, steady thrusting simply adds itself to the pleasurable rhythm of all the minstrations your body is experiencing, setting them to a steady tempo as your body gently ripples against him, your body pushing back against the pillows as his thrusts pick up strength, and soon your body is shivering pleasantly with every thrust, feeling that tantalizing sensation as he settles deep inside you, the feeling pushing aside all of the other stimulation to shudder across your consciousness. The other sensations begin to feel more intense too, your whole body seeming to become more sensitive as you feel your arousal growing inside you, your walls tensing around you as you feel the tension of orgasm surging closer, pushing almost to the breaking point, but it hovers right on the edge, the feeling inside just not quite enough, so tantalizingly close, if only it was a little deeper, a little stronger... Even though you can't see very much of what is going on, engaged as you are in your tongue play, you hear one of the men above you let out a long, low moan, even as a strong, sudden thrusts shoves your hips back and presses the cock slightly deeper inside, holding it in position as it rocks against the sensitive spot inside you, almost enough, and you push back automatically against him, trying to get as close as possible, your thighs tensing around him. His cock suddenly seems impossibly warm, almost seeming to vibrate against you, and then a splash of intense, wet warmth hits right where it needs to, and all the tension seems to concentrate itself around that point, exploding outward in a wave of orgasmic relief, your hips and thighs shuddering in ecstacy as the incredible feeling shoots its way up your spine and overwhelms you in a sea of ecstacy. You continue to cum as each burst of warmth spawns a new wave of pleasure, and when the room is done dissolving in a sea of brightness and pure, undiluted pleasure, you realize that your legs have wrapped tightly around him, your heat fading as your pussy squeezes against him, pulsating rhythmically around him for what seems like hours. Finally, you feel your whole body relax, a deep warmth permeating it even as your body twitches in response to the exquisite agony of his cock sliding slowly out, the tip tracing across your trembling pussy lips and coating them with your combined warmth before finally pulling away. Relaxed and reveling in the feeling of satiation, you lie back in the chair, panting happily at the delicious feeling of your recent mating. Even though your heat is temporarily suppressed, many of the men stick around, happy to simply be able to give you the touch your body still desires. You purr happily and curl up in the chair, snuggling up and enjoy the feeling of their constant caresses and attention. Of course, you realize that their motivations are more than just altruistic, as the comfortable feeling of their touch and the continued presence of their male scents cause your heat to surge back within minutes, and it only takes the touch of a few fingers brushing gently across your thighs to encourage them to stretch out and slide back along the benches, your body squirming comfortably into position and your pussy thrumming happily as it stretches open around another cock, your body thrilling with pleasure as the sensation and rhythm of mating begins anew. By the time you finally curl up from exhaustion, the heat completely sated for the day, the sun has long since set, and a pair of priestesses are edging their way over, probably to clean up the mess of fluids that have accumulated on the seat of the chair under you. You pull yourself up from the chair, even though it takes considerable effort to get out of your unusual position, and allow them to see to the furniture, even as more of the products of mating begin to drip down your thighs. You notice that most of the men actually stuck around, curled up and sleeping on the floor nearby. One of them is still somewhat awake, and more than happy to lick your thighs and pussy clean, much to your shuddering delight. As you come down from that last wave of aroused sensation for the day, you snuggle up against him, joining the comfortable ball of conmingled cat-people and drifting off to sleep, your body resting and preparing for what it will experience on the next day of its heat... ((Enjoy the rest of your heat|meetinghallend))

SECTION=traditional {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You briefly contemplate the action taking place to either side of you, but by now the itch of heat is settling into an sense of incessant, desperate need, and all you can think about is the tantalizing, tingling feeling spreading through your pussy, and how much your body is aching to be filled. Your instincts are begging to be unleashed, and the path of least resistance is to simply step forward and join the writhing throng in front of you. Every step is an exercise in tantalizing agony, and you are grateful as some of the unoccupied males step aside to make way, providing a narrow aisle that leads to a small spot on the floor directly between two other women, their bodies rocking gently in the traditional feline mating position, as two lithe young men nuzzle at their necks as they mount them. You take a few more steps and eagerly crouch down between them, transitioning to all fours and letting your instincts take over. Your body easily knows what to do next, as you crawl forward slightly and seem to go into a long, luxurious stretch, your arms stretching out along the ground in front of you and your head tucked low, even as your flexible spine allows your back to arch tightly, jutting your hips up and thrusting your ass into the air, as your legs stretch back and splay outward slightly until your weight rests lightly on your knees. The stretching motion rolls along your spine and extends into your tail, which naturally curls upward and around to rest the tip gently between your shoulder blades. The stretching motion sends a delightful wave of pleasure sizzling through your body, and you feel your hips jut involuntarily, humping backwards a few times before they settle back into place at just the right angle. You let out a gentle purr, wiggling your ass slightly back and forth, your instincts taking over as your body naturally maintains the traditional feline presentation, your readiness obvious to any male nearby. The nearby couples are so close that you can feel their fur brushing gently against yours in a steady rhythm, and you listen to their yowls and moans of delight, taking in the pleasure of the aroused and flushed faces next to you, and knowing that you will shortly be joining in with their cries of ecstacy - even as the thought enters your mind, you can feel a pair of strong male hands plant themselves on your hips, and the wonder warmth of a feline cock nestling against your folds. You let out a deep, purring, satisfied moan as your pussy lips quickly yield around him and your body takes him inside, relishing the feeling of your inner walls stretching around him as he fills you comfortably. He pulls back a moment later, though, and a stinging sensation stabs through your abdomen as his barbs rake against your passage, causing you to let out a yowl of pain. Your body, awash with instincts and emotions, suddenly flashes with anger at the sudden pain, and your upper body begins to twist around, a snarl flashing across your muzzle. Before you can move very much, though, a hand lands against your shoulder, pinning it down. A moment later, you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, and the gentle pinpricks of his teeth as they nip at the fur between your shoulder and neck. The sensation sends an odd nervous shiver down your spine and along your body, and you feel your arms moving back down, your limbs strangely limp. They have enough strength to move you back into the right position, though, and your yowling rapidly drops in pitch and shifts over to a satisfied purr as he thrusts back in, the warmth of his cock soothing any lingering pain as he hugs himself close to you, his body draped over yours as his muzzle releases and instead nuzzles at your neck. You respond by snuggling into his embrace, happy again, weathering the first tumultuous swing between pleasure and pain that is often the price of feline mating. As you tilt your head to nuzzle against your partner, you get a clear view of the couple next to you. The woman is slightly younger than you, with pale fur, and it takes you a moment to recognize her as someone you occasionally trade with in the market square - of course, during your transactions, she didn't usually have a look of intense arousal on her face, and she certainly wasn't letting out an almost continual moan, which rises delightfully in pitch with each thrust. The man above her is panting heavily, the jet black fur on his muscular shoulders rippling alluringly with each thrust. The woman notices you watching her, a notion that seems to turn her on even further, and she closes her eyes as her body rocks under her partner, her moans increasing in volume as their rhythm accelerates. Your own partner, sensing the tension from the first time he pulled out, has stayed put for longer than usual, allowing your body to grow accustomed to his presence. Your body is well-prepared for it, though, and soon you can feel your hips thrusting back against him, the pain all but forgotten as it desires more direct action. In response, he pulls back again, but not quite as far, only moving his hips back as he holds tight to his embrace. There is still a bit of pain, but instead of being sharp, the feeling has a dull, almost icy edge, a feeling that takes with it just a hint of excitement before he plunges back in. The transition continues as the rhythm of your mating picks up speed, the pain fading away and soon disappearing altogether, replaced by a shivering sensation that sends erotic sparks spreading down across your lips and along your mound, making every touch against them more sensitive, and whenever his thrusting manages to rub against your clit, you feel your pussy clench around him in response, the pleasurable feelings building in volume with each thrust, and soon you are yowling nonstop as your body pulses against him, your entire body rippling and writhing as an intense orgasm shudders through it. Somewhere in the midst of it all, as your claws scratch at the flooring and your hips thrusting madly back on their own, you feel him slam against you, your thighs rippling with the impact, even as you feel his tip nestle in deep inside you, pulsing out jets of warmth that send another crest of feeling shuddering through you, bringing you to another climax even before the first has fully abated. Any last semblance of civilization fades from your mind as you yowl like an animal, writhing beneath him as your insides clutch and pulse around him, milking out every last drop. Your body gives a final shudder as he pulls out, suddenly feeling almost disappointingly empty, and the man gives your neck one final nuzzle before releasing his embrace and pulling himself off from on top of you. You relax back onto the floor, your back arching even more as your breasts press down against the cushioned flooring, your whole upper body stretched out even as your ass remains up in the air. You can feel your pussy still twitching rhythmically, your body still recovering from its first mating of the heat. However, in the midst of the pile, your condition does not go unnoticed for long. Before your body can even relax from the orgasmic contractions that continue to roll through your insides, another cock pushes in past your unresisting pussy lips, and you are quickly engaged in another mating, your body peaking again after only a few thrusts, your new partner taking the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as a sign to go faster. By the time his cum pulses into you, you have climaxed twice more, and as soon as he clambers off, another takes his place. You realize for a moment that you were so carried away by the unrelenting mating that you never even saw his face, and can't even recall the color of his fur, but the thought quickly fades as your body reacts pleasantly to your new partner, the conscious part of your mind quickly lost in a turbulent sea of pleasure, your body reacting automatically as it is mated nonstop, your climaxes rolling together until it feels like you are cumming nonstop, intense pleasure and sensation the only thing your mind is able to perceive as even the concept of time begins to seem fluid and unimportant. The continual mating finally stops when a last, intense coupling causes your whole body to tense as the man pulls out, an intense contraction tensing your insides. It almost feels as though something shoots out from your pussy, and then your legs tremble, your thighs practically vibrating before giving way as you legs fall back, leaving you prone on your belly as your body shivers and pulses for what seems like ages before the orgasm finally subsides. You lay, there, completely spent, your pussy aching slightly from its ordeal, even as you feel the combined fluids of dozens of matings dripping out from between your legs to puddle on the floor. Sensing that you are well-sated, the men around leave you alone, and you are content to roll over onto your back and rest, your tongue lolling and breasts heaving with each breath as your body tries to relax and recuperate from what it has just been through. You feel slightly disappointed that the nonstop pleasure has faded, but even though it has gone, it has taken the itch and desperate need of heat with it, at least for now. Instead, you are content to relax, heady with the combines scent of multiple men permeating your fur, relaxing in the eye of the intense storm of raw, animalistic passion that writhes and yowls around you. Even after what you've just been through, your body is hardly done with heat, not by a long shot. Soon, watching all of the women being mated around you becomes intensely erotic, and each moan and shudder you take in causes the itch to build again, your mound flushing again with arousal and anticipation. Before you can even consciously think it, your body is rolling back over. Soon you are on all fours, settling back down into the mating position, and before you can even get all the way into it, your body receives a helping hand as someone pulls your hips upward, a delightful purring sensation building in your chest as your pussy lips stretch around a comfortably thick cock, another intense session of mating beginning anew. Night has long since fallen by the time your fourth session completes, your trembling body dropping exhaustedly to the floor as several spent men collapse around you. Most of the other participants in the orgiastic pile have already given up and are curled up next to each other, sleeping soundly. A half-dozen men dazedly cluster around you, and you snuggle into their combined embrace, the product of your mating with them still flowing copiously from your well-stretched, very satisfied pussy even as you drift off to sleep in their arms, and knowing that despite its impressive performance today, your body will be fully aroused and ready for even more tomorrow. ((Enjoy the rest of your heat|meetinghallend))

SECTION=handsome {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You look around at all of the different groups, but you can't quite decide precisely what you want to do. Knowing that your heat will son be satisfied one way or another, though, you are content for the moment to stand and watch the other felines going at it. It is actually quite a sight to behold, a sea of bodies moving in rhythm, a place where you can be surrounded by rippling fur and echoing cries of contentment, the occasional yowling when feline hooks first make contact the only discordant notes in a symphony of unrepentant pleasure. Nowhere in the room is there the slightest hint of modesty or impropriety, no sense of disappointment or shame, just a celebration of the most instinctual of needs. Everywhere you look, you can see women in a similar state being loved in the most natural way possible, watching their bodies shiver and writhe with pleasure, and you take a moment to imagine yourself in the place of some of them, knowing that doing so is as much a prediction of your own future. Of course, as a woman in heat but currently unoccupied by male attention, you are not long into your imaginings when you feel the presence of someone behind you. You feel a hand press into the small of your back, and then a thick arm wrap around you, as another one clutches an elbow around the back of your knees and sweeps you off your feet in an odd, sideways motion. You look up inquisitively to see yourself suspended in a sort of princess carry, nestled in the strong arms of a massive feline. He is somewhat older than you, with an angular, square-jawed face, light, slightly mottled fur, and intense grey eyes. You realize that he is one of the soldiers you have occasionally seen patrolling your area of town near the edge of the forest, as you recognize the narrow scar poking through an area devoid of fur on his left cheek. Oddly enough, you've always thought it made him seem more ruggedly attractive, and in your current state you practically melt in his arms, purring happily at being claimed by him and nuzzling at the soft dusting of fur over his well-defined biceps. He looks down at you, a slow smile spreading across his face as he gently cradles you to his chest, and you purr against him as you feel a flushing warmth spreading across your abdomen and making your hips thrust gently in anticipation. When you look forward again, you notice that you are over in the area with the various items of furniture. He walks past them, though, and walks over to one of the padded sections of wall. Relaxing one of his arms, he lets your legs fall towards the floor, but your feet never touch the ground as his other arm keeps you suspended, turning you slightly so that your back nudges up against his chest. You can feel him step forward, and your breasts squish gently up against the padding, your head turning to the side as he nuzzles at your neck, nipping gently at the skin between your neck and shoulder. The light nip causes you to relax the rest of the way in his embrace, and the rest of his body presses you comfortably up against the wall in a sudden rush, your body shivering with sudden sensation at the final part of the motion, your pussy lips suddenly spread and stretched to either side, his cock warmly filling your passage before you even consciously realize that he's penetrated you. As your body quickly reacts to the sudden mating, your insides thrumming as your walls stretch out to accommodate him, you give out a satisfied purr as he presses in further against you. You can feel his hips rocking up against your butt, his cock trying to probe even deeper, impaling you as the pressure of his body keeps you pinned to the wall. Somehow, this is enough to keep you suspended, as both of his hands are roaming along your sides, one of them dipping forward to curve around in front of you, massaging the fur on your hip before tucking down between your legs. You quickly feel the pads of his fingers curl in, their touch soft and warm against the bare skin of your mound, massaging at your lips just in front of where his cock is firmly planted. Your purring quickly modulates into a moan as his fingers work along the soft ridges of flesh, the tantalizing touch working its way upward to where the ridges meet. Even as you can feel his hips shifting, the fingers on your pussy curl inward, and one of them finds your clit and rubs its entire length across its sensitive surface. The sensation of his touch feels as though it is amplified a thousandfold, an impossibly soft, sensitive stroke that seems to reverberate inside you, and your walls shiver around his rapidly retreating shaft, the initial sting of feline mating completely masked as the wave of pleasure rolls through your belly and tickles delightfully as it rolls up and down your spine, causing your tail to twitch about madly, trapped between your two bodies. The man behind you actually chuckles softly as the tail twitches at the fur on his chest, although instead of trying to free it, he simply rocks his hips back in, your ass bouncing slightly at the impact before compressing back against his hips, his cock sliding comfortably back into you. It is his turn to moan in pleasure as your walls stretch snugly around his cock, his happiness almost palpable as his nuzzles become softer and more affectionate. As he keeps one hand in close proximity to your clit, you can feel his other arm wrapping around your belly to embrace you from the front, his fur brushing against yours as his hand slides in between your body and the wall. You purr and relax into his touch as his hand slides along the fur on your chest, settling just between your brests, his touch compellingly warm, and his hand sliding naturally back and forth along your fur as you draw in each breath. Your next breath, though, draws in with a quick gasp, as his cock pulls back in time with another lingering touch on your clit, your hips squirming and trying to hump back against him as your body reacts to the impossibly erotic sensation. Of course, in your position against the wall your hips don't have much room to travel, and they can do little to halt the progress as he pulls almost all the way out, his tip taking a few seconds to rub tantalizingly along your wet pussy lips before pressing against them, nudging them back open little by little, the sensitive ridges delighting in the sensation as they feel every inch of his cock slip in between them. You stretch your arms up against the wall, relaxing into the gentle passion of his mating, your muzzle tilting up as your neck curls in towards his nuzzling. You realize that his experience has made him quite a skilled lover, and his technique means that the pain of his spikes raking against your insides is completely masked by pleasurable sensation, even as the rhythm of his hips picks up, and your whole body is soon rocking forward with each thrust, your ass bouncing comfortably against him as your whole body slides up and down against the wall, your breasts compressing and rebounding as your nipples bounce up against the soft, padded surface. As the rhythm speeds up, the combined sensations threaten to overwhelm you, and your body is more than willing to let them as a light nibble on a sensitive part of your neck somehow manages to send everything over the edge. You shiver as the sensation jolts down your spine, and your back arches against him as the feeling slams into your hips, and you feel something deep inside you buck and shudder as your clit thrums against a touch that seems to stroke its way across your entire body. You feel your insides clamp down around him as your hips buck back against them as hard as they can, the muscles vibrating and straining back in an orgasmic spasm, your suspended thighs twitching in a quick, steady rhythm as you shudder against him, not even able to utter a sound as the shock of orgasm flows through you. The intense tension suddenly dissipates with a shiver of pleasure that runs the length of your pussy, leaving it to contract and pulse wonderfully around the cock inside it as a wave of intense warmth radiates out around it, relaxing your body back into his embrace as the feeling pours out to flow through your entire body. As your body ripples against him, you can feel his cock twitching back against you as well, and its pulses of liquid warmth are soon splashing against a sensitive spot deep inside you, and you can soon feel the warmth of his seed sliding down around your walls and over his cock, dripping down slowly from your stretched pussy as you murr nonstop, your pussy still pulsing wonderfully against him. You are so enraptured with pleasure that you barely even feel him pull out, your legs still twitching as he gently pulls you back from the wall and sets you back on your feet, turing you around to face him. Your legs are still wobbly, your thighs still twitching from the aftermath of orgasm, and he quickly catches you and pulls you against him. Your face pushes into the soft fur on his chest, and you nuzzle happily against him, letting his embrace support you as your body twitches through one last pulse of orgasm before letting you finally relax. You can hear him panting above you from his own exertion, and you settle against him, comforted by the rise and fall of his chest and the steady, quick rhythm of his breathing. You feel a breath against your ear, his head ducking towards yours, and a moment later you can hear him whispering softly in your ear. "I can't tell you how long I've waited for this day," he says, and you melt all over again, realizing that your unspoken admiration from before was indeed mutual. You aren't really even sure what to say - in your feline society, romance that extends beyond a given period of heat is very unlikely. Still, in the moment, his statement is immensely comforting, and you decide to let your body give a response clearer than the words you are currently able to formulate. You wrap your arms around his massive chest as far as they will go, returning his embrace, and purring happily against him. This is apparently answer enough, as he hooks a hand under your butt and lifts you into a warm embrace, the two of you soon face to face, your breasts pressing gently up against his chest as your tongues flick out to play across each other's muzzles. Love or not, the sensation is close enough. It doesn't take long for your heat to surge back in response to his touch, and in your current position it takes only a few moments to begin mating anew, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist as your hips settle against him, your pussy lips quickly pushing up against his own renewed arousal and yielding to it instantly. You mate happily face to face, his hands running gently along your back as your tongues intertwine, both of you soon overtaken by the comfortable, familiarly intimate rhythm of your coupling. It is the first of many, and you never leave his embrace for the rest of the day, finally curling up against him in a quiet corner of the room and resting comfortably in his arms. He tries to cuddle with you, but his arms soon drop slackly to his sides, and you can tell that he is completely spent. You snuggle up against him anyway, knowing full well that his desire is probably expended and that tomorrow your heat will probably be satisfied by someone else - nevertheless, as you drift off to sleep, you find yourself feeling intensely happy, cherishing the amazing day you were able to spend together. ((Enjoy the rest of your heat|meetinghallaltend))

SECTION=meetinghallaltend {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You spend the remaining days of your heat in the meeting hall, your curiosity eventually leading you to try out most of the different things that the hall has to offer, with the eager assistance of many dozens of men. The experience is relaxing and intensely satisfying, as you spend each day shuddering beautifully through orgasms, enjoying the raw sensation of being pinned down and repeatedly mounted, and feeling the warmth and calm of a hundred embraces. Unlike chancing it in the forest, where you risk spending each night unfulfilled (or worse), when each day finishes you find yourself completely satiated. Interestingly enough, even though the libido of the guard you spent the first day with is mostly spent, you can often see him watching you from the periphery, even though he only rarely joins in. At night, though, as you relax from another intense day of mating, he always seeks you out, wrapping you up in his arms and letting you snuggle up against him, and you enjoy the warmth and safety of his embrace as you drift off to sleep each night. After several intensely pleasurable and exhausting days, you finally wake up to the oddly mute sensation in your body that signals the completion of your heat. While the displays around you are suddenly drastically less erotic to you, you still smile as you take in the display of your fellow villages enjoying themselves so immensely. You take one wistful look back, looking around for the guard, but you cant' see any sign of him amidst the sea of writhing bodies. Sighing, disappointed that you weren't able to find the proper words to thank him for gently helping you through your heat, you step back through the obscuring screens and wait while the priestesses quickly fetch your undergarments. You pull them back on, the bra fitting properly now that your breasts are no longer swollen, and the panties pull comfortably into place without provoking any erotic responses. It almost feels disappointing that the intense, erotic feelings of the past few days have faded, but at the same time, it's nice to have a clear head and the ability to walk down the street without succumbing to your undeniable desires. Still, though, you can't help but wonder how soon you'll be able to bump into the guard again, and despite the fact that your heat is well over, you can feel the slightest tingling between your legs at the mere thought of him... You return home, allowing yourself a couple of days to rest and allow your body to recover from the experience, hungrily eating through most of your foodstuffs to make up for the energy expended. Soon, the residual soreness between your legs from the rigors of feline mating has subsided, and you spend as much time as you can in the forest, hunting and trading to ensure that you are well-supplied by the time your belly begins to swell. Some of the men you spent time with come by once your pregnancy becomes obvious, offering additional supplies and assistance, and you are well-provisioned by the time you can no longer venture into the forest - sadly, the guard never stops by in person, but one of the women who shares his patrol stops by instead, delivering a large basket of supplies that he personally packed for you, along with a small notecard. It contains only the words "Thank You," along with a small caricature of his smiling face, scar and all. You smile as you read the card, even as a tear threatens to trickle down across your muzzle - you know as well as he does that the only way your tryst will reasonably continue is if you randomly run into him again during your next heat. Nevertheless, you know that the memory of your passionate time together will endure. Your pregnancy soon leaves you bored and in bed most of the time, and while a part of you is annoyed by being laid up and away from the hunting and scouting that you enjoy, everyone else in the village seems more than happy at your present state. Even through the annoyance, you find yourself anticipating the upcoming birth of your litter... and looking back on the day of intense pleasure with the guard that are still fresh in your memory, you soon find that there is very little in your decision to regret. You lie back in your bed, running your fingers across the fur atop your stretched, swollen belly, and wonder how many of your litter will share his powerful frame and soft, light fur. THE END

SECTION=meetinghallend {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((meetinghall))} You spend the remaining days of your heat in the meeting hall, your curiosity eventually leading you to try out most of the different things that the hall has to offer, with the eager assistance of many dozens of men. The experience is relaxing and intensely satisfying, as you spend each day shuddering beautifully through orgasms, enjoying the raw sensation of being pinned down and repeatedly mounted, and feeling the warmth and calm of a hundred embraces. Unlike chancing it in the forest, where you risk spending each night unfulfilled (or worse), when each day finishes you find yourself completely satiated, relaxing against whoever happens to be nearby and snoozing comfortably without the usual, sometimes frustratingly erotic dreams that often accompany heat, lulled to sleep by the muted background noise of the people who still have enough stamina to continue their coupling around you. After several intensely pleasurable and exhausting days, you finally wake up to the oddly mute sensation in your body that signals the completion of your heat. While the displays around you are suddenly drastically less erotic to you, you still smile as you take in the display of your fellow villages enjoying themselves so immensely. After taking one strangely wistful look back, you step back through the obscuring screens, where the priestesses quickly fetch your undergarments. You pull them back on, the bra fitting properly now that your breasts are no longer swollen, and the panties pull comfortably into place without provoking any erotic responses. It almost feels disappointing that the intense, erotic feelings of the past few days have faded, but at the same time, it's nice to have a clear head and the ability to walk down the street without succumbing to your undeniable desires. You return home, allowing yourself a couple of days to rest and allow your body to recover from the experience, hungrily eating through most of your foodstuffs to make up for the energy expended. Soon, the residual soreness between your legs from the rigors of feline mating has subsided, and you spend as much time as you can in the forest, hunting and trading to ensure that you are well-supplied by the time your belly begins to swell. Many of the men you spent time with come by once your pregnancy becomes obvious, offering additional supplies and assistance, and you are well-provisioned by the time you can no longer venture into the forest. Your pregnancy soon leaves you bored and in bed most of the time, and while a part of you is annoyed by being laid up and away from the hunting and scouting that you enjoy, everyone else in the village seems more than happy at your present state. Even through the annoyance, you find yourself anticipating the upcoming birth of your litter... and looking back on the days of intense pleasure that are still fresh in your memory, you soon find that there is very little in your decision to regret. THE END

SECTION=forestintro {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((forest))} You enter the forest, with a hint of trepidation - the forest is full of bountiful prey, but also with predators, some far more fierce than you. At the moment, though, all you can see are a pair of butterflies fluttering aimlessly about as the path heads into the forest. A short way in, it branches, with the more established path veering off slightly to the left, and a slightly more overgrown and dillapidated one leading off gently to the right. On your immediate right, though, you notice a path as well, although it's really little more than an animal track, brish beaten down by repeated movement along it. It looks a bit dicey, and heads into a dense stand of trees you can't really see beyond, but on the other hand if it's an animal run, there's a greater chance of something tasty to hunt at the end of it. ((Take the well-cleared path off to the left|ttl)) ((Take the worn path off to the right|ttr)) ((To the animal trail|at))

SECTION=ttl {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))} You walk down the well-marked path, walking peacefully through the forest. Oddly, for such a well-traveled path, no one seems to be immediately in sight. You walk on, trying to ignore the heat slowly building in your belly and working its way down, although with no one else male around, your body seems to be in less of a hurry. After walking for a while, you notice a small cobblestone path leading off to the side, and you can just make out a cottage peeking out from the trees a short ways away. While you know that a few people live in the forest, generally they aren't of your kind, but on the other hand you can't recall coming across this cottage before. After all, you are a feline - a little curiosity couldn't hurt, could it? ((Examine the Cottage|cottage)) ((Continue on the Path|ttl2))

SECTION=cottage {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))} You walk up the path to the cottage, and notice quickly that it is inhabited - there is a man in the front, tending to a small, fenced-in garden. He notices you approach and waves invitingly. You hop the low fence into the garden, and the man introduces himself. He is one of those strange creatures called a human, with pink skin instead of a proper coat of fur, with a mop of brown hair that trails down his neck, and the frame of someone used to working the fields. From his dress, you assume that he is some sort of wizard - that, or an odd man who likes to tend his crops in a brightly-colored bathrobe, but given the situation you assume it's the former. He sniffs at the air briefly before talking. "Ah, welcome, visitor! And what an interesting visitor you are! In fact, given what my exquisite nose is telling me about your state, I might be able to interest you in a particular proposition..." You nod, allowing him to continue. "You see, I am well aware of how those of your species tend to feel in your particular state of... readiness. That, in essence, you want to be used, without any nonsensical pretense of love or romance. In short, you want to be used as, essentially, a fucktoy for a week or so until you're satisfied. So, my proposition is this: Allow me to cast a spell that will, in fact, make you my fucktoy for that period of time. In return, I will pay you handsomely in gold, and give you a gift that is perhaps even more valuable." He reaches over to a nearby cart, waving his arms to dispel a magical ward on a wooden box, and reaches inside to withdraw a pouch. He shows it to you, obviously weighing down his hands: the pouch is filled with gold coins, enough to comfortably live off in your town, or probably any other, for several years. It is, admittedly, a tempting offer, as sex with humans is usually not at all troublesome, and it would let you work our your heat and be paid handsomely for it at the same time - while in heat, there is almost no such thing as shameful sex, and prostitution is hardly a concern (or, for that matter, a marketable profession) in your society. On the other hand, the man is a wizard, and you know from experience than not all of them can be trusted... that, and you don't really know the exact nature of the spell he intends to cast on you. ((Take the wizard up on his offer|dogtoy)) ((Decline the offer|cottagea))

SECTION=cottagea {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((cottage))} <<set $wiz1=1>>You decide that, heat or not, gold or not, you're not willing to trust the word of a strange wizard who lives by himself in the middle of the forest. You politely decline his offer, and he looks slightly disappointed - when you offer to let him have a roll in the hay instead, *without* any spells, he declines too, but wishes you well on your travels. You walk away from the cottage, hearing the sound of a dog barking within, but the sounds of the wizard and animal fade as you leave the cobblestones and return to the path. ((Continue on the Path|ttl2))

SECTION=dogtoy {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((cottage))} You're not quite sure you trust the wizard, but that is a lot of gold... and it couldn't be that bad of a way to spend your heat, could it? After all, you were seriously contemplating being pinned down and mated continuously by dozens of guys in your town, so how much could one wizard really do? You nod at the wizard, agreeing to his terms, although emphasizing specifically that you expect him to hold up his end of the bargain. He assures you that he will, thanking you for your decision, and then without missing a beat asks you to strip in preparation. You do as he asks, taking off your leathers and the bra and panties beneath. He takes your clothes and equipment, folding them neatly and placing them on the cart, then turning back to you and admiring your lithe body. He then begins to wave his arms, reciting an arcane incantation, and you can feel the shimmer of a magical aura around you. You stand up straight, feeling the energy tingling around you as the wizard finishes his incantation. Then he waves his arm around in a final flourish, two fingers extended, and the motion completes as he places the fingers between your legs, resting them lightly on top of your pussy lips. You shiver at the touch, as you feel the magic energy snap inward, infiltrating your body and imbuing itself in your limbs. The energy feels warm and comfortable, shimmering as it moves to encompass all of you, and you are distracted enough that it takes a moment for you to realize that your limbs are moving on their own. You soon find yourself kneeling down in a patch of soft grass, then getting comfortably on your hands and knees, your back naturally arching as your ass angles upward to put your cute pink pussy on display, your tail curved over and out of the way. It's a comfortable position to be in, your body feeling just right, and you are content to sit there in a traditional display for a while to see what happens. After a moment, though, with no attention coming your way, you think about shifting back down... and realize that you can't. The magic has somehow frozen your body in place, and your limbs no longer respond to your command. You are frozen in place, exposed and defenseless, ready to be used in any way. You realize that the wizard was being literal - you really are now a fucktoy. The shock of the realization is compounded by a new sound, emanating from within the cottage - the unmistakable sound of a dog's bark. With your head locked in place, you can only see in front of you, and the wizard's knees quickly move out of view as you hear him opening the door. "Here, Mr. Barnaby!" he calls, and another bark answers him, followed by the padding of feet, and the wizards legs come into view once again, accompanied by a lumbering sheepdog with shaggy, off-white fur, sturdy legs - and between them bobs a thick pink cock, already mostly erect with the knot clearly visible. You realize with horror that the wizard left something important out of his description: not only are you going to be a fucktoy, you're going to be a doggy fucktoy. The wizard lets go of the dog's collar, his legs fading from view, and soon enough the dog does too. You can still hear him, though, padding around behind you, and a moment later you feel his wet nose push up against your mound, taking in the scent of your heat. It's not the one he's used to, but it seems good enough, and for an animal like a dog, you know, any female presenting like that and not actively denying its advances is fair game. A moment later, his body presses against you, his forelegs grazing your hips, and in response your body seems to compress, your flesh somehow different and yielding to his weight, while at the same time letting out a... squeak? His first attempt misses, the cock pressing up against your buttock, and when he jumps back off and makes another attempt, your body yields and squeaks in the same way. You realize that you're more than just a doggy fucktoy, you're also a squeaky toy, and you know the dog is already enjoying playing with you. You also know that it's only a matter of time before his cock gets lucky and finds its mark, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the animal's eventual mounting. You can't even cry at the humiliation of being used by the creature, with no love, or romance, or even the cursory touching of your kind before instinct kicks in, just raw, animal lust. On his fourth attempt, he finds his mark, hooking his forelegs over your hips to lock against your thighs as he thrusts into you. Your heat is still present enough to make the dog's entry effortless, your body easily yielding to the animal's rapid thrusts, squeaking each time his weight falls on you as his tip spears into you deep inside. To your surprise and disgust, the thrusting begins to feel good, your pussy lips wrapping around his cock and rubbing in and out with each thrust. Eventually, you come, the twitching of your pussy the only motion in your entire body, and the dog uses the occasion to shove his knot all the way into your pulsing hole, your lips resisting only for a moment before they give way and the dog enters you fully, immediately throbbing warmly within you and spurting jet after jet of seed towards the entrance to your womb. The dog stays on top of you for what seems like ages, his cock resting in your pussy like he owns it, dominating his new fucktoy and laying his muzzle against your neck to let you know where you stand. It's a moot point, seeing as how you can offer no resistance at all, and after a while his knot shrinks down just enough for him to remove it behind you with a wet pop. You can feel his bestial seed trickling down your passage, dribbling down across your lips and tickling as it slides over your clit and drips down from the edge of the hood onto the grass below. You feel disgusted and degraded, your vision locked on the vista of trees ahead which is the only thing you can see, as the dog enters your field of view, displaying its drenched cock in a way that seems almost proud. He paces in a few circles around you, but on the third time stops behind you, and you realize that there will be little respite as his legs hook around you again, an attempt that quickly finds its mark, giving your hole another frenzied fucking and emphatic knotting. The dog uses you at least a half-dozen more times before the sun goes down, and the wizard calls him back inside. You are, apparently, quite literally a fucktoy, in that the spell has kept your consciousness while seemingly made your body in some way inanimate - you require neither food nor water, and are unable to even feel what must be a usually chilly night. Your new form makes it impossible to sleep, though, and you spend the night staring into the darkness, regretting your decision and cursing your helplessness. You realize now that there is nothing to compel the wizard to keep his promise - with you immobilized, he can probably put you someplace out of the way and keep you here indefinitely, forever his slave to be used by whatever animals he happens to have. The feeling is only reinforced when the sun rises, and the dog is let out again - it must have been pent up without access to a female for so long, as it spends most of the day fucking you repeatedly, and in between you can hear various people coming up the path, apparently noticing you naked in the wizard's front yard, and happily having their way with you when you offer no resistance, taking your presentation as an invitation. By the end of the day, your pussy lips are sore and stretched mercilessly from the animal's repeated knottings, and you mutely resign yourself to your fate of being a fucktoy, used and abused by animals day after day after day. On the seventh day, though, something unexpected happens: the sun comes up, and there is no padding of feet, no snuffling from the massive sheepdog, no cock poking at you randomly until it inevitably finds your hole and uses it as a cum receptacle. An hour goes by, two, and then you feel a sudden tingling in your limbs, like they'd fallen asleep and are suddenly waking up. Your enforced stance suddenly gives way and you collapse in a heap, struggling to right yourself on limbs that still feel weak, but are under your control once again. You get unsteadily into a crouch, looking around and trying to assess the situation before realizing that wizard, dog, cottage and garden are all completely gone, leaving you sitting there naked in the middle of a small, grassy clearing a short ways off the main path. Lying neatly beside you is a small wrapped bundle, which you unfold to reveal all of your clothes and equipment, and a small scrap of parchment with a few hasty words of apology. There is also the pouch of gold, but when you look into it, you realize that the wizard's illusion also apparently inflated the amount of gold within; even so, what's left is still considerably more than what you could have received from selling a week's worth of hunting. While the wizard had misled you, he was mostly true to his promise, and even as you grimace inwardly at the humiliation of the ordeal and your somewhat sore pussy, you are at least pleased at the resolution, heading back into town with your loot, feeling relief that your heat is finally over. When you get back to town, though, while you are certain that the ache and need of estrus are gone, your pussy is still tingling and oozing its own wetness into your panties - and you quickly come to figure out at least part of the other "gift" the wizard gave you: heat or not, your body's arousal never quite goes away. You now have a baseline of sexual excitement following you everywhere you go, and a pussy that is now perpetually engorged, wet, and ready for the pleasure of a thorough mating. Eventually, you learn that your heat has been separated somehow from this other type of lust, and that your fertility is now completely under your control - you can have kids if and when you want, or set the whole notion aside for a life of hunting and exploration, or whatever else you might want to pursue. That being said, your state of pseudo-heat can be slightly annoying at times, as it often means that your hunting trips are frequently interrupted by a newfound tendency to hump the majority of men who happen to cross your path. On the other had, when you're back in town, your condition makes you quite popular, and you are never again lacking for a man - or two, or three - to keep your bed, and pussy, warm and comfortably filled whenever you desire... which is now, admittedly, quite often. The only major side effect of the change is that a squeak occasionally emanates from your lips unbidden when you experience a particularly forceful thrust - oddly enough, though, your partners don't seem to find it funny at all, and it often spurs them on to mate you as intensely as they can, something that you discover you do not mind at all. Your more frequent contacts with people also mean that you hear many interesting things from other explorers, a few of whom even seem to know the wizard in question, and his more troublesome tendencies - for example, from one of your partners, you learn that on the same day the wizard acquired his large new dog, his talented your assistant disappeared, never to be seen again. Some months later, on another hunting trip, you spot the wizard's cottage again, deposited in a random clearing in the middle of the forest. Wisely, you keep your distance, observing him for a moment from the shelter of some tall brush. The wizard is still tending to his garden, as his dogs romp in front of the house - there are two of them now, one male and one female, with the female bearing the subtle telltale signs of pregnancy. As you watch her, you are convinced that you can see the occasional spark of intelligence flash behind her eyes, a consciousness trying to escape the cognitive limitations of her new form... and you realize that, as humiliating as it was, you escaped your encounter with the wizard relatively easily. THE END

SECTION=ttl2 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))} <<set $wiz2=1>>You continue on the well-traveled path for a while, coming across a handful of other people, mostly traders and hunters. A few feline traders sniff at the air as they walk past, but luckily none of them are familiar with you to engage with you further. You make a concerted effort not to look to closely at any of them, but it is impossible to avoid taking in their scents, and your subsequent strides become hesitant as they pass. Your heated state ensures that each encounter, if only momentary, causes a warm, tingling feeling between your legs, making you very aware of the fabric rubbing slightly against your pussy with each step. The traffic is relatively sparse, though, giving you time to recover, and while the occasional female feline gives you an odd glance, most of the other travelers don't seem to take too much notice. Nevertheless, you notice your gaze beginning to linger on each man that passes, and you can feel the combined warmth and ache of heat growing low in your abdomen. While you know that there is still some time left before the feelings become desperately urgent, you know that they will only continue to build, and it probably makes sense to get beyond feline territory before they do. You know that you are already beyond the general area controlled by your village and into the forest proper, and the proportion of felines to other species on the path is already dwindling. As you walk along, you notice that the right side of the forest is thinning out a bit, with larger spacing between the trees and more sunlight filtering down, and beyond you can see the occasional grassy clearing - off in the distance, you can hear the low burbling of a small stream. You know from experience that this sort of area has the potential to be a good hunting ground, and it might be a good diversion from the relatively uninteresting path. On the other hand, if you can recognize it as a good hunting ground, so can other hunters. Given your current state and the occasional traffic, continuing down the path certainly carries its own risks, but it would quickly take you further away from feline-settled areas, and the attendant risk of encountering someone of your kind who would be more than compatible with your fertile state... ((Explore the hunting ground|wolfgang)) ((Walk more quickly down the well-traveled path|ttl3))

SECTION=ttl3 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past the cottage|ttl2))} You decide to take a pass on exploring the hunting ground, and instead ignore it and quicken your pace slightly, enabling you to make good time down the cleared path. You know that during any other time, your decision would probably be accompanied by the growl of your stomach at the thought of turning down some relatively easy prey and/or lunch, but one of the side effects of your advancing state of heat is that the sensation of hunger is effectively drowned out by your other urges. In any case, the decision seems to make sense, as you soon see far less feline travelers on the path, and for that matter, fewer travelers in general - you're well into the middle of the forest now, so most of the travel between the various nearby villages and outposts has declined, the other occasional travelers probably on multi-day trading or hunting trips to the further-flung places in the larger, forested region. The path itself looks little different, but the trees are denser to either side, indicating that youare winding through a particularly dense part of the forest. Below the trees, you can see a smatering of undergrowth, along with the occasional patch of various wildflowers. To you, they're just pretty, but you know that healers with the right knowledge can make decent medicines from some of them. As you walk around a gentle curve, you can see what looks like a large boulder over by the side of the path. As you approach it, though, the boulder appears to move, and eventually it stands up fully, revealing itself to be an orc in the traditional drab grey clothing of its clan. Its visible head and arms are covered in thick, knobbly grey-green skin, and not a single strand of hair adorns its solid, lumpen head. There is a burlap sack slung over its shoulder, although it appears to be mostly empty. The orc appears to be unarmed, although given the way its body is built, you'd be surprised if it really needed one to fend off anything short of a dragon or a small army. This particular one, apparently, was picking wildflowers, and there is a sizable bouquet of them in its massive hand. With orcs, it's sometimes hard to tell, but you think this one is probably male. You can't help but feel your lips curl into a sneer at the sight of him. You know that orcs are sometimes given a bad rap, but it isn't hard to see why when you look at them: everything about their body and manner screams ugly and stupid. This one, though, doesn't look particularly harmful, and even gives a weird, misshapen smile when he sees you aproach. In a moment, you'll pass his location, and when that happens you'll probably have to do something... ((Greet the orc warmly|orchi)) ((Mutter a smartass remark about his intellect as you pass by|orcslam)) ((Be polite but generally ignore him|orchmm))

SECTION=orchi {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))} For some reason, possibly due to your heat, the flash of contempt passes as quickly as it arrives, and instead of just brushing past the orc, you flash a smile his way, pausing when you reach him and give him a warm and enthusiastic greeting. While the orc seems momentarily taken aback, it returns your greeting, and you spend a few minutes exchanging pleasantries and small talk. The orc's speech is a bit rougher than you're used to hearing, but despite that you realize he is quite erudite and knowledgeable, and a decent conversationalist. As you talk, you get the sense that he was of a similar mindset, and while he occasionally displays a muted expression of contempt for your catlike form, you both quickly reevaluate your opinions of each other. In fact, this quickly happens to such an extent, perhaps aided by your heat-prioritized mind, that you spend more and more time looking at the crotch of his pants. When there's a natural break in the conversation, you casually mention that should he so desire, you'd happily let him lay your down on the forest floor and have his orcish way with you. He displays a rueful grin at your proposition, but politely turns you down, telling you that he's just not all that into sex that's either voluntary or pleasant on the part of the female. However, he offers to share his lunch with you, and while you're not really hungry, for some reason you decide to accept - at the very least, just being in his company ought to do something at least for your heat. <<set $wellfed=1>>The lunch is simple enough, bread and a hunk of dry meat that he tears into portions with his bare hands, but the conversation is decent, and he regales you with information on the medicinal and edible properties of many of the surrounding plants. After lunch, you amicably part ways as he is headed back down the path the way you came, but not before he offers you one of the flowers from his bouquet. You thank him, tucking the delicate stem into the front of your belt, and occasionally admiring its beauty as you continue down the path. ((Work your way further down the well-traveled path|ttl4))

SECTION=orchmm {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))} You walk down the path towards the orc, who waves briefly by way of greeting. You let a small smile play across your face and wave back, keeping eye contact momentarily and nodding in acknowledgement as you walk past. For a moment, the orc looks like it is about to say something, but seems to think better of it, and you see him crouch down in your peripheral vision as you pass him, probably to pick more flowers. As oddly incongruous as the sight is, you rapidly leave it behind, and when you look back a few minutes later you can no longer see him - the path is once again empty, at least for the moment. ((Work your way further down the well-traveled path|ttl4))

SECTION=wizardguy {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past orc|ttl4))} You nod without hesitation, accepting the wizard's terms. At this point, driven nearly insane by your heat, you are more than willing to accept whatever strange transformations the wizard has in mind, as long as whatever they are do something, anything, to help resolve your heat.

"Indeed, your agreement is wise, although perhaps ever so slightly unexpected. Nevertheless, I shall endeavour to make this experience quite worthwhile for both of us. And by that, of course, I especially mean me."

The wizard stands up straight, his arms outstretched, and with a flash of light, a stout oaken staff with a clear crystal orb on top appears suddenly in his hand.

"And now, to summon the arcane powers that shall twist the world to my wishes." He waves the staff vaguely at you, but you don't really feel much happen, at least not beyond your body's overwhelming need. You paw futilely at your sopping pussy and hope that the wizard's ritual isn't going to take much longer. "Hmm, I could have sworn it worked that way. Perhaps like this..." The wand dances around a curlicued path, and a moment later, one of the trees behind the wizard ripples oddly before collapsing into a writhing waterfall of frogs. Alerted by the noise, the wizard turns around, makes a grumbling noise under his breath, and waves the staff about again; the frogs disappear, and the tree is replaced by a tasteful statue of a well-muscled man holding drapes of cloth strategically across his body.

"Bloody transform spells," the wizard mumbles under his breath, turning back to you. A part of you is beginning to regret letting the wizard cast his not-exactly-reliable spells in your direction, but in your current condition, you're not going anywhere until the wizard does... something... to resolve your predicament.

The wand waves again, and once again it doesn't initially seem to do much of anything. A moment later, though, you feel your leather bikini top beginning to shift and slip around on your front, and you quickly realize that it is doing so because it is losing its purchase around your rapidly shrinking breasts. A few moments more, and the top has landed loosely around your waist - looking down, you see that your breasts have vanished in place of a somehow more well-defined chest, even your nipples hidden away beneath your fur.

The staff continues to wave, and you feel your entire body shifting subtly. Your extremities ripple gently as their musculature gradually changes, your arms becoming beefier and your hips slightly more angular. You can even feel your jaw and cheekbones shift just a bit to give your face what you assume to be a more masculine edge.

The one thing that doesn't seem to change, though, is your dripping, aching pussy, or the desperate feeling of emptiness inside you. Your new muscles feel stronger, but all they can do is tense and shudder as your legs remain splayed apart to expose your desperation. The sight, however, obviously does not impress the wizard, who frowns and continues to grumble, waving the staff about to no obvious use.

After a few frustrating and futile minutes, though, the wizard appears to have a flash of insight. He waves the staff towards your crotch, and then, with a look of obvious disgust, rests the crystal orb lightly against your opening. The touch of the cold crystal, however, is anything but arousing, and you yowl softly at the feeling. The wizard looks at you crossly.

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad. After all, you're not the one whose staff is getting weird slime all over it." The wizard seems to concentrate, though, and the crystal orb rapidly shifts in temperature, suddenly shooting out a burst of warmth that seems to impact in the center of your belly. You can almost feel your stomach jump inside you, but at the same time, the desperate feeling concentrates a bit lower, and then begins to somehow slide down and outward, pulsing agonizingly along your passage and spreading across to your outer lips. The feeling shifts to a bizarre, intense buzzing, as though a swarm of bees is somehow nestled within your flesh, and then the feeling moves again as all of the agony shifts gradually upward to concentrate the sensations bizarrely and impossibly within the tiny, sensitive button of your clit.

You yowl at the pure agony coursing through the most sensitive part of your body, your breath catching and then panting raggedly as the feeling begins to slowly bleed back into your passage. As it does, though, you can feel your clit stirring somehow, and you wince as it tenses and becomes erect, pressing in against its hood. Then, to your surprise, it somehow becomes even more erect, nudging the hood down and away, and you look down incredulously as the pink nub extends into a thin line and stretches out and away from your crotch, its angle tilting gradually but steadily upward as it expands.

Within moments, it is an inch long, then two, then three, growing steadily in diameter as well. When the orb finally moves away from your entrance, your clit has expanded well beyond it, and is somehow now several inches in length, and at least three times as thick. If you squinted, it could almost pass for a penis, although it is still far narrower than the ones that you have previously been (usually intimately) familiar with, and is just a bare pink shaft that rounds off slightly at the tip, without any type of glans, and certainly without the common additions of spines, knots, or anything at all exotic.

The wizard looks down at the odd pink shaft extending outward from your still very female pussy, looking slightly disappointed, but after a moment he looks over the entirety of your partially transformed body and shrugs. "Eh, close enough. Now, I suggest you sit still where you are, and allow me to demonstrate my innate wizardly skill at handling a wand."

You cringe at his obvious and ham-handed innuendo, but you keep your legs where they are as he crouches down to lower his head in between them. You watch as his pink human tongue darts out of his mouth, and then shudder as the tip of it flicks along your newly elongated shaft.

The sensation is warm and intense, although not nearly as much as a tongue directly on your clit would have been. Instead of being overwhelming almost to the point of pain, the sensation is slick and pleasant as his tongue slides down to the base of the new shaft before sliding back up to its rounded tip, the soft warmth of his uncallused fingers wrapping around one by one as the tongue moves upwards. He starts to flick his tongue quickly back and forth across the tip, a sensation that you realize is joined with a subtle warmth deep inside you that is becoming more and more pronounced. Soon, with each brush of the tongue, you feel something equally soft and tantalizing somehow brushing against the entrance to your womb, and the sensation of his fingers around your shaft is mirrored by the sensation of something resting against your inner walls and caressing their inner surface just as gently.

Somehow, you realize, his magic has linked your transformed clit and your desperate pussy in a way that feelings from one are transmitted to the other. You have no idea whether that had been his intent when performing the magic, but you're thankful for it regardless; aside from the overt pleasure of the unusual stimulation, the phantom licking deep inside you is scratching a desperate itch, and you can feel the demands of heat in your belly begin to tentatively relax even as part of you lower down begin to tense pleasurably as each flick of the wizard's tongue sends another burst of arousal through you. You can feel even more of your juices flowing warmly down along your pussy lips, and you can easily guess why; while there's probably nothing actually inside you, to your body it feels like there is, and your pussy is flooding itself to prepare for the hours of frenzied feline mating that it anticipates.

After a couple more minutes of flicking and teasing at your tip, he releases his fingers and begins to run his tongue along your shaft in a curious-looking curlicued pattern, the shaft wobbling around slightly as the tongue presses intently against it from all different angles. A similar feeling returns quickly inside you, mirroring an inverse pattern of something slick and muscular giving your inner walls a rough, probing massage that's like nothing you've ever felt before. It's pleasantly intense, though, almost in the way that feline spines become after a good mating session, and you are soon purring happily as the sensations roll through you. The wizard keeps his tongue working, his motion eventually working its way across every inch of your shaft, the reflected sensation managing to nudge and massage every sensitive part of your passage in turn.

Strangely, even though the contact is intensely pleasurable, you feel far more clear-headed than you usually do in the throes of heat-enhanced passion. Then again, it's a much different situation - instead of what you're used to, being held tightly or pinned by a male while you're frantically fucked to orgasm and beyond, the only sensation against you is that of the wizard's tongue against your bizarrely-extended clit. Instead of being dominated by your partner or by your instincts, you feel oddly in control, enjoying the sensations as the wizard kneels in service to you. The feelings are good without being overwhelming, and you settle into a plateau of happy stimulation as the wizard's tongue works its own particular brand of magic. For a moment, you idly wonder if this is what it feels like, somehow, to be a man, to be in a position of sexual power. Of course, you know, it's not quite as simple as that, and in your own society women are occasionally known to jump a man when the mood suits them, but it's still somehow gratifying to see someone worshipping a part of your body so devotedly.

As you contemplate that, though, you see his tongue flick back into his mouth, and then his lips come together to caress your tip before rapidly sliding down your shaft. As the ring of wet warmth caresses your shaft, providing a wild electric stimulation that is only enhanced by the tongue wrapping around after it, you marvel at the way the wizard effortlessly takes the whole thing into his mouth somehow before bobbing back up to plant a light, shiver-inducing kiss on your tip. He quickly bobs back down, but this time the mirrored stimulation follows - and you gasp sharply as the inverted sensation feels like the warmest, wettest, thickest cock possible rubbing and stretching intensely against your insides. Each bob of the wizard's head is accompanied by a solid, reverberating thrust that quickly overwhelms you. The next few thrusts each cause an intense shiver to run through you, the next one starting even before the previous one has finished running its course, and the next sends your body into a back-arching spasm of pleasure that explodes into a throbbing orgasm. Your body clenches desperately around the phantom cock, trying to milk it as your body pulses uncontrollably with pleasure. Through it all, you can see the look of delight on the wizard's face as your extended clit begins to bounce and throb within his mouth in time with the contractions, which quickly settle into a steady, pleasant rhythm. Each pulse relaxes you further, your heat ebbing away, and by the time they finish up a minute later, your body thrums with the satiation it has been craving.

The wizard slowly slides his lips off of your clit, a glistening trail of saliva stretching from its tip to his extended tongue as he reluctantly pulls his head back. You can't help but stare at the slick shaft that used to be your clit, pleasured in the way a man would be, still bobbing slightly back and forth in its own rhythm as it stands absurdly at attention. Looking back up, you see that the wizard has pulled back slightly, rocking backwards on his knees. For whatever reason, servicing you has also had the desired effect on him: you can see his robe tenting outward from the crotch, and the part tented out the most is already displaying a burgeoning wet spot.

The wizard looks dazedly back at you for a moment, a lazy smile on his face, before noticing where you're looking and flushing red with embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah, forgot about that..." he mumbles, retrieving his staff-wand-thing and waving it towards his crotch. The tenting stays, although the wet spot disappears in a puff of steam.

"Well," he continues, looking over at you, "I have to say, incomplete transformation or no, that was exactly what I was looking for. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your skin tastes absolutely delicious..."

You do mind, but given your situation, you think better of saying that out loud.

"Er, that is to say, I have no idea if it was that good for you too, aside from your most... pleasing reaction at the end. As promised, though, since you've made good on your part of the bargain, I will do so as well."

The wizard begins manipulating something on his staff. In fact, you realize that the wizard technically already satisfied his bargain, as his actions somehow managed to relieve your heat, at least for now. That being said, though, if the wizard is willing to help you further to ride out your heat, you might as well take advantage of it.

((take advantage of it|wizardf))

((don't take advantage of it|wizardr))

SECTION=woodsman {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past orc|ttl4))} You can barely even think straight enough to make a decision around the raw desire pulsing through your brain, but you know that trying to somehow drag yourself deeper into the woods would be an exercise in futility. Your legs are practically vibrating with tension and exertion, and even if you could somehow manage to drag-crawl your way into the woods, you know that you would only make a scant few feet of progress before you fell forward, your body arching into the instinctive mating position with your back arched and your ass in the air, locked into position and begging anything male in the area to instantaneously ravage you. The chance of you getting to any type of shelter before something horrible coming across you and using you brutally seem incredibly slim, and you will be in heated agony anywhere you go. You might as well just sit where you are, save your strength, try not to go completely insane, and hope that being by the path at least brings a higher caliber of stranger.

The feeling of your heat, though, is pure, raw agony coursing through your pussy, an insane, insatiable itch that you have no way to scratch. Your legs are spread and trembling, your entire abdomen filled with the gut-churning tension of your body constantly preparing itself for being mated with savage, animalistic thrusts. You rub at your clit and pussy lips, your rough, desperate ministrations actually becoming painful against your swollen flesh, the contact only adding to the agony of your impossible arousal without providing even the slightest hint of relief. You finally rest your arms at your sides as the darkness falls completely, screaming, yowling and sobbing into the night as your body and mind desperately cry out for mating. Your mind is completely overwhelmed by the feelings, banishing all conscious thought, and you scream incoherently until your voice gives out. The world seems to bleed away, becoming a flashing red blank of pulsating agony and arousal, and even the unimaginably horrible prodding of some nightmare creature would have been welcomed. Nothing comes, though, and just as you seem at the point of passing out, the feeling flare to a crescendo and then, surprisingly, begin to gradually taper off.

You have heard of tales of similar things happening, from other feline women caught out far in the woods, but have never felt it happen before. While heat can be incredibly strong, the point of it isn't to drive someone to death or insanity, and if there is a long enough period without mating, the stories say that eventually heat will somehow give in... at least until something interesting comes along. You're not quite sure about the insanity part - you were quite sure that your mind was just about gone - but as the feelings gradually subside, you begin to feel your thoughts returning.

After a while, the worst of it has passed, and you can think and move a little bit again, but while the heat has retreated back to a sort of plateau state, it is far from gone - your pussy is still tingling and tensed for action, your inner lips spread apart on their own and trailing a steady stream of pungent lubrication across them. Even with the heat faded to a steady pervasive warmth in your belly, you know that the mere presence of anything male nearby will instantly send you into the most convenient mating position, and the first penetration by anything even close to the right size will send you into an immediate orgasm and succumb immediately to your partner for the duration, no matter what it might happen to be.

You contemplate moving again, but the events of the day have left you completely drained, and all you can convince yourself to do is to curl up against the tree into a sort of loose ball with your legs tucked in front of you, and drift off into a shallow, fitful sleep. The sleep is at least slightly restful, although it is constantly punctuated by intense, vivid dreams of you being fucked relentlessly by dozens of shadowy, unseen men, writhing around their constant thrusts and yowling as none of them allow you even a brief moment of release.

You finally awaken to a glimmer of light flashing nearby. You look up, thinking that it might somehow be the start of a new day, but the night is still dark across the sky - broken only by an enclosed oil lantern that arcs into your field of view and settles down into the loam beside you. In its dim illumination, you can see the concerned faces of a human staring back down at you. Unlike the wizard from before, this one is clean-shaven with close-cropped hair, wearing the leather clothes of a huntsman with a large axe resting casually on his shoulder. You blink the vestiges of sleep from your eyes as the man reaches over, gently nudging your shoulder as though to see if you're alive. You are, of course, and rapidly waking - and the merest hint of a male scent off of him instantaneously sends your heat, barely repressed before, surging back into overdrive.

You move on instinct, rocking forward, your muscles tensing and coiling as soon as your feet touch the ground. In an instant, you lunge forward, barreling the larger man over onto his back and sending his axe careening off in to the brush. You automatically try to pin his arms, the feel of him struggling under you feeding your surge of arousal, and you grind your hips hungrily against his crotch as you let out a loud yowl of triumph. Then you tilt your head down, and the look of sheer terror on his face, despite your desperation, gives you pause for one simple reason: for those of the beast races that humans deem too dangerous, they are mercilessly hunted down with overwhelming force. And terrifying a random woodsman might be enough to motivate such an action.

You roll instantly off of him, and he shuffles back a few feet on his butt, holding his legs and arms in front of him to ward you off. He's scared, but not fleeing just yet, and the sight of him so tantalizingly close is enough to drive you wild again. This time, though, you're smart enough not to pounce, but to give him something he can't possibly resist: you lie back, arch your chest to make your breasts bounce enticingly, spread your legs wide to reveal your swollen and ready pussy, and beg him in your most mewlingly seductive tone to make you his, to take you as fast and hard and brutal as he wants, the raw, animalistic sex that your human counterparts are almost certain to think beneath them.

Much to your frustration, though, he completely ignores your pleadings - first dusting himself off, then unslinging his pack and pulling out a linen traveling cloak. He unfolds the cloak and rests it gently over you, then splashes some water from a canteen onto a handkerchief and uses it to dab at your forehead. You realize that, somehow, he doesn't get that you're in heat, and assumes that you're somehow sick and hallucinating from fever. You brush his hand away, explaining that you are actually in heat and that he can, in fact, do whatever he wants to you, but the woodsman isn't having any of it. He holds a finger up to your muzzle to try and shush you, and when you grin and play your tongue slowly and sensually along it instead, he pulls it back and instead reaches under you. You thrill at his touch, anticipating your momentary ravishing, but all he does is tuck your legs back together, wrap your struggling and writhing body up in the cloak. You try to break free as he takes a moment to gather up his other things, but it does little good - you're well and truly tangled, and you only manage to get one corner free before the woodsman hoists you up into his arms and begins to walk back down the path.

"Try to rest and stay calm, furry one. I know not of your problem, but I have been long of these woods, and know the remedies that they hold. I will take you to my cabin, which is not far away - it has no bed, but a pile of soft straw and a place for a fire, where you can rest and let me set you on your way back to health. These woods are too dangerous to leave you, and while I have seen your own danger, I willingly accept the risk so that I might be of service to help a fellow citizen survive. I implore you not to attack me again, as I have no wish to do you harm. Please relax, rest, and let me impart what I know and can do to help you."

You almost want to scream at the apparently dense woodsman that the best way to help you right now would be to throw you roughly to the ground and pound you silly, but between your exhaustion and the draining throb of heat, all you can do is squirm weakly in his arms as the dimly lit path seems to waver and pulse before your eyes. Finally, you see something hulking up above you in the darkness, and the squeal of a door coming open on beyond-worn hinges prefaces the feeling of him setting you down in the pile of fresh-smelling straw. You manage to kick free of the cape, writhing and mewling in desperation as you roll around, try to pull yourself into various mounting positions, all the while begging the man to fuck you mercilessly. The man is as resolute as he is solid, though, and if he has any passions towards you he does not give in to them at all, instead pulling up a stool to sit nearby and incessantly dab at your forehead, at some point during the night painting it with some sort of paste that feels cool as it permeates your fur and seeps into the skin. It doesn't do much to cool the heat itself, but what ever it does suppresses things enough that you are able to fall mercifully asleep, without so much as even a flash of a heat desperation-dream before your eyes crack open the next morning.

The first glimmer of sunlight shines in through a dirty window as you look around the room. It is a sparse cabin, with butchered and salted carcasses curing on a rack in the corner, and cords of firewood stacked neatly in another. The last embers of a fire glow in the rough-hewn daub-and-stone fireplace, and the man is hunched over slightly on the stool, snoring lightly as sleep finally managed to overtake him.

For a moment, you consider getting up and fleeing, but the heat quickly welling up again low in your belly quickly dashes that thought. You don't want to end up in a similar situation again - not when there's an able-bodied man right here in front of you who can surely do wonders to satisfy your needs. Sure, he doesn't have anything particularly thrilling like knots or spines, but humans do have that nice ridge that at least gives some sensation, and right now you're pretty sure that getting just about anything warm and hard will more than do the trick. Sure, he seems to have more stubbornness than smarts, but you know there's got to be a way to convince him to give you what you need - and if you can manage just enough self-control even despite the heat, you know that humans, while sometimes terrified or disgusted by the animalistic fervor of bestial mating, can often have their minds changed by a subtler form of seduction.

You get up slowly, crawling over to where he is sitting, as you legs still feel a little too wobbly to walk properly. BY the time you get over to him, the mere sight and scent of him flushes your pussy lips with a new wave of slick warmth, accompanying the tension of estrus flashing hot and quick through your belly. Once again, you feel the animalistic urge to just jump him and try to take what you need directly, but you are sure that such an approach would end in disaster. How do you get humans to react well to someone like you, though? Thinking back, you remember seeing one in a village handling one of the small, non-sentient housecats, and you get an idea.

You grab gently onto his knees, pull your body up, and curl up as best you can in his lap. Sure, your legs hang over the side a bit and your neck has to curl a bit weirdly to make it work, but overall it feels good - it allows you to snuggle up against him, at any rate, and looks as close to harmless as you can get.

You lean over, gently nuzzling at his chest, and making sure to let out the soft, happy purrs that result as you settle comfortably into his lap. After a few minutes of nuzzling, you feel him finally begin to stir, his eyes opening above you. One of his hands also comes up, rubbing against your shoulder, as his half-asleep form tries to figure out the new situation.

The man looks a little bit surprised to see you resting there, but doesn't otherwise react badly, other than to ask what you are doing. Thinking quickly, you simply tell him that you were lonely sleeping on the straw by yourself, and since the fire died down, you decided to climb into his lap to warm up. It's not much of an explanation, but it seems to be enoguh for him, as he makes no move to displace you - in fact, after a moment, he absentmindedly brings his hand over and begins to stroke it along the fur running down your back. In effect, you know that he is petting you, and normally you might be offended, but in the current situation it's exactly the kind of behavior you want. Well, not quite: the behavior you want is more than obvious, and the same stroking that elicits loud purrs from you also fuels the heat that you are sure will soon cause you to begin madly humping against his knee out of frustration. If you are to be successful, though, you know that you have to hold it in check for as long as you can. In search of a distraction, and some time to put your plan into action, you look up at him with what you hope are cute, innocent eyes and ask him how he came to live here in the forest.

The man, happily enough, is more than willing to talk about himself, especially to someone who seems interesting - it is obvious from his demeanor that he doesn't get much in the way of visitors at his remote location.

He introduces himself as Arman Tinoch, one of an apparently esteemed line of Tinochan lumbermen and woodcarvers. He grew up in a human village a day's travel down the path, learning as an apprentice under his father and honing his craft. The final test of him becoming a proper woodsman, though, was the toughest: walk for a day out in the woods, find a clearing, and build your own cabin from scratch to prove your skill with an axe and the superiority of your workmanship. The individual acts hadn't been an issue, though - Arman knew how to swing an axe, and found a clearing with manageable trees, working them into a small but cozy cabin frame over the course of weeks, while also managing to either intimidate or run off any of the locally problematic wildlife with a combination of axe and bow. Once the cabin frame was complete, he was celebrated by his familial clan, who bestowed upon him the title of master woodsman and finished the cabin with furniture, windows, and the stone fireplace. It was intended to be a cabin for the occasional hunt, and he was invited back to a respectable position and decent living in the village. During his time in the woods, though, he had grown to love both the solitude, and the feeling of connection to all of the life that took place around him. As a result, he had stayed on, returning to the village only to sell off firewood and wood carvings and pick up supplies, spending the rest of his time enjoying the quiet contemplation of nature.

As a story, it wasn't exactly the most inspiring one, but he could have spent hours talking about snail extracts or something and you wouldn't have cared, as long as he kept talking. The reason, of course, was that while he was distracted by the telling of his tale, you were hard at work putting your plan into place. As the story progressed, you snuggled in closer against him, uncoiling enough so that all of you could do what was needed. A light nuzzle here, a gentle caress of an arm or shoulder there, several subtle shifts of your body that redirected the angle of his petting from between your shoulder blades to along the small of your back and across the soft fur of your pert posterior. By the time the story is over, you manage to pull yourself into a position facing into him, almost straddling him while giving his crotch the occasional subtle grind with your own - and by the end of the story, the bulge comfortably pushing back against you leads you to quickly conclude that your actions have had their desired effect.

The new position leaves his face nice and close to yours, and you give his cheek and neck a couple of light licks before trying to sell your proposal. Despite the fact that the close contact, without penetration, is pure heat-fuelled torment, you manage to restrain yourself and simply cuddle close to him as you begin. You tell him that, thanks to his noble actions from the night before, that whatever had been wrong was now cured thanks to his ministrations, and that he had almost certainly saved you from a horrific demise - the kind of things that a usual, heroics-obsessed human male might find appealing. But of course, you're just a poor forest-dweller yourself (a lie, but at that point you don't really care), who is ever so grateful for your help, and that you insist that you be allowed to repay his kindness with a kindness of your own, of the sort that women can provide to a lonely woodsman...

You accompany your pitch with a few more subtle, and then not so subtle, grinds against the swelling bulge in the woodsman's leather trousers. Judging by the pleased look on his face, you are fairly certain that he will say yes, and he does - although he still seems a little clueless about what that actually entails.

Having had enough waiting around, and having his apparent agreement, you are more than willing to do the rest, at least for now. You arch your back up and bring your hips off of him just enough so that you can reach down and undo the ties on the front of his pants. Arman is apparently wearing nothing under them, and once the third tie is undone, the leather easily parts under the upward motion of the cock that springs up from between.

You glance down at it, wavering itself upright between your legs just inches away from where it needs to be. Compared to those you've seen, it's not all that impressive - while its length and girth are reasonable, it does lack the sort of interesting features that you are used to in bestial mates, just a plain pink shaft with a bit of a flared tip poking out above the thin layer of enclosing skin. Plain or not, though, the fact that it is a warm, erect cock, and about to be inside you, makes it just about the best thing in the world.

As you look at it, though, you realize that the wizard's curse is fully in effect, and the mere sight of it sends your hips arching down and your legs wobbly and quickly giving way to either side. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself, as your legs give way and cause you to settle into his lap and onto his cock.

Your pussy is already spread and wet enough from your heat that there is no resistance whatsoever, only a delightfully warm rubbing sensation as your pussy lips slide along his tip and spread easily apart from the contact, allowing him to sink quickly inside. The flared knob on top of it isn't much, but each brush against one of your inner ridges fires a thrill through your belly, arching your back tightly as the cascading sensations bring all the tension building in your body over the past two days to an immediate head. You realize, as your whole body suddenly tenses and begins to tremble with pleasure, that the other part of what the wizard said is almost certainly right - you are, in fact, going to come from the first thrust alone. Then the head of his cock pushes past the final ridge, and the feeling of the firm, warm tip nuzzling against your cervix is a sensation of pure ecstacy as your body shudders uncontrollably through an intense, almost violent orgasm that quickly lays you limp against his chest and shakes you to your very core. Whether because of whatever the wizard did to you, or from the buildup of way too much tension, the initial orgasm practically explodes through you, leaving you panting and halfway breathless as your inner walls happily clench and pulse against the warm cock comfortably filling them.

You feel Arman's arms tense around you, and you look up with a half-stunned gaze to see a look of surprise and intense arousal on his increasingly reddened face - whatever scant experience he might have had with women of his own kind, certainly they had never come alive inside quite so immediately or dramatically, and your body's rhythmic and enthusiastic milking of his shaft leaves him frozen in place and hugging you tightly as he shivers slightly in response. While the pulsating inside you usually resolves within tens of seconds at most, it continues to throb happily for what feels like minutes as it seemingly bleeds the tension out of you and into him. Amidst your own pulses, you feel his cock twitch against your walls, and a moment later his hips buck and the tip presses in again wonderfully deep inside you, accompanied by a quick gasp from Arman, and then a shivery, high-pitched whimper that precedes a splash of wet warmth that serves to complete your snuggly relaxation. You purr happily and let the warmth of his embrace encircle you as his cock twitches tantalizingly against you and lets out pulse after pulse of seed that seems to lap against the core of heat inside you and drive it back. The dam of heat has finally broken, and you settle in against him, comfortable and finally relieved.

After a few minutes, he withdraws from you, going limp as his embrace relaxes and he looks at you with a half-dazed expression on his face.

"By the spirits! That was... I've never felt anything like that before in my life..." Arman looks like he wants to say more, but trails off as his chest heaves in and out to resolve his exertion and his heart beats hard enough to be felt even through his muscular chest. You spend a minute more nuzzling his chest, praising him for his performance and adeptness as a lover, and it's not totally untrue - while his stamina was next to nonexistent, thanks to the wizard's backhanded curse, it was, surprisingly enough, all that was needed.

Even so, the relief, as it so often is with heat, is short-lived, and by the time you pull yourself unsteadily off of him, you can already feel it flaring back to life deep inside you. Arman, however, unlike males of your own species, does not exactly seem immediately ready to go for a few more rounds - in fact, the dazed expression has only deepened, and he looks perilously close to falling back into slumber.

Perhaps, though, you can coax him back into readiness. His cock, now limp and much smaller, still rests against his belly between the splayed front of his pants. You lift it up, examining the ripples of soft flesh that have bunched up now that the erection has subsided, then flick out your tongue and run it languidly across the tip. Of course, you realize too late what a bad idea that is, and by the time you pull back the rasps on your tongue have managed to coax an audible wince out of him as they rub across flesh made even more sensitive from the recent orgasm. You pull back as Arman reaches down to cover his crotch, and realize that perhaps a different sort of display is necessary.

You wobble back over to the straw, allow yourself to fall back down onto all fours, and then simply relax and let the heat and your instincts arch your back and jut your hips into a traditional mounting position. You know that such a display, even to a human, should more than signify your readiness - along with giving Arman a clear and unobstructed view of your pussy, your glistening mound gently trickling with both your own juices and some of his overabundant seed, a sight that you've been told most humans find incredibly enticing.

You crane your neck to look behind you, checking to see if your display has had much of an effect. It has, at least, captured his attention, and his face is flushing anew as his eyes move swiftly to plant an intense gaze across your backside. You wonder just how novel the view is for him, but you are happy to remain comfortably in your position, wiggling your butt and arching your hips high to give him an even better view of what's waiting in store for him. Arman looks almost embarrassed to be doing it, but he keeps watching - and, slowly but surely, his cock comes back to life until it is once again standing at attention.

You watch as he gets up, shedding his pants before striding purposefully over towards you. You turn your head back and settle in on your hands and knees, waiting for the forceful thrust that will rock you forward in what is, hopefully, to be a vigorous mounting. The awaited thrust doesn't happen, though - instead, he reaches over and tugs against your side, almost trying to coax you to... roll over? Of course, you immediately realize your mistake - most humans seem to think that your usual mounting position is too... bestial or something, and insist on mating face to face.

It's an easy problem to resolve, though, and you swiftly roll over onto your back, shifting your butt forward into position and spreading your legs wide, arching your hips up just enough to give him easy access. As soon as you do so, he quickly moves over you on hands and knees, slowly lowering his body down against you. You thrill at the feeling of his muscular body as it begins to press you down into the straw, and the hot puff of his breath against the fur on your neck as he settles in between your legs. Instead of settling in between your pussy lips, though, you feel his cock brush up against your thigh several inches lower, and his breath puffing against your chest as you realize he's settled in a bit lower. You wonder what he's doing, but then notice his hand coming up to gently cup your breast - and his mouth moving down to kiss and suckle lightly on your nipple. The gentle sensation sends another thrill through you, and you can almost feel your heat spiking as each lick and nibble seems to send a burst of sensation shivering down your spine to settle, tingling, deep within your belly.

You squirm a little under him, trying to gently coax him forward and into position, but Arman seems content to alternate between sucking on each of your breasts, leaving your pussy twitching intermittently from the cumulative licks, and your heat and frustration quickly building. Perhaps all of this is what's necessary to get a human female ready, but you were beyond ready the moment he settled in against you, and his ministrations are quickly transitioning from loving to tantalizing torment. When he finally moves up again, attempting to kiss you on your muzzle, you take the opportunity to grab his butt and pull him forward against you.

Apparently, this is all the coaxing he needs, as he pushes in between your legs with a hesitant thrust. It's misguided, though, and mashes in straight against your clit, leaving you yowling and squirming as the thrust sends a jolt of simultaneous, overwhelming sensation through you that is momentarily pleasurable before it overloads into pain. You anticipate his next thrust, though, rocking your butt forward and cocking your hips upward into a better position, and the next thrust stretches your pussy lips aside and slams home between your legs with a shuddering blow.

It is your turn to tense and whimper as the curse takes charge again, leaving your hands scratching lightly down his back as your hips shiver and tremble through another spontaneous orgasm. It is less intense than the last one, though, and Arman manages to last through it, pausing only to feel the first few especially strong pulses before pulling back and thrusting through the rest of it, a feeling that drives you wild and sets the next orgasm building before the first has even subsided. The flared head keeps a steady sense of stimulation, tugging on your innner ridges as it moves back and forth steadily inside you, and while it's not enough to give you the instant relief of a feline cock, the steady rhythm builds things back up to the point where you're soon moaning happily with each thrust, and then yowling when a particularly forceful one rams home and sends your body rippling through another ecstatic wave of orgasm.

Whatever early trigger had happened before seems to have settled down, and instead of coming after the first or even second climax, Arman hugs you tightly, buries his panting face in between your breasts, and starts humping you at a quick, ecstatic pace as you wrap your legs around him and hug him tightly back. Your moans give way to high-pitched yelps and yowls as the rapid thrusts threaten to overwhelm you, the wonderful feelings flaring quickly with each subsequent stroke. Within a handful of strokes, you are coming again, and again soon after that, the climaxes pulsing over you in intense waves that alternate between thrilling tension, wonderful release, and blissful relaxation. By the time Arman finally shudders against you and begins pumping his warm seed deep inside, while it might have only been minutes it feels as though you've been cumming for hours. Whatever the wizard did to you, it didn't seem to have truly worn off on the first thrust, instead causing you to succumb easily to his thrusts while settng you adrift on an ocean of constant pleasure.

By the time he finally rolls off of you, you are blissfully relaxed once again, your heat well relieved. Which is a good thing, you quickly realize, as the second round took so much out of Arman that he is apparently well beyond immediate recuperation - in fact, you realize, he is actually snoring.

You get up, or at least try to, although it is several minutes before your limbs are done being wobbly and you can actually do so. You look around the room, and notice that Arman apparently was able to retrieve most of your gear from where you had splayed in haphazardly while trying to deal with your overwhelming heat. Your knife seems to be missing, but your bow is still intact, as are most of your clothes, albeit more than sodden and somewhat worse for wear. There's not much you can do about the leathers for now, but you manage to find a washbasin and a water jug and give the rest at least a decent scrubbing, wringing them out and setting them on top of the stone fireplace to dry. You grab some of the firewood from the corner and stack it up, blowing carefully on the embers and some strips of bark from the firewood until the fire flares back to life. You sit in front of it with your legs spread, enjoying the feeling of warmth on your bare, still-slick skin, and you listen to the crackling of the fire and Arman's steady breathing until you and your undergarments are both dry.

When Arman finally wakes up, you are once again clothed and relatively stable, your heat for some reason staying in check for now. There is still light outside, and Arman awkwardly gets dressed, bids you farewell for now, and beats a hasty retreat along with his axe. You stare after him, half-wondering if you've scared him off, but he soon returns with another cord of firewood and a couple of freshly-butchered rabbits, which he throws on the fire for a quick meal. He then leaves for most of the afternoon, and you are surprisingly content to simply rest and restore yourself from the tension of the day before and the exhausting ecstacy of today. When he returns with more wood and more meat, you offer to cook dinner for him, which you manage to do passably; Arman seems happy with it, at least, and you manage to eat a bit even though your heat leaves you with little appetite. In fact, by the time you are done eating you are ready to go again, but Arman is still too spent to respond to your encouragements; finally, tired of your constant nudging, he wraps you up in a bear hug and rolls over onto his side, keeping you contained as he rapidly falls asleep. You squirm against him for a bit, yowling softly in frustration, but the heat doesn't become too intense, and you eventually give in and snuggle against him before falling asleep yourself.

When you awaken the next morning though, he has released you, and you seriously consider taking off at that point, as you are worried that his stamina won't be enough to keep you satisfied over the next days of your heat. He wakes up before you do, though, and gives you a big hug which reveals that he is once again ready to go, which results almost instantaneously in your panties being kicked off to the side, and then the feeling of your inner walls throbbing happily around his cock as he finally has the confidence to lay you down against the straw and thrust into your awaiting embrace with authority.

His stamina doesn't dramatically improve, and the only positions he uses are upright and face to face on the chair, or on your back on the straw, but thanks to the wizard's tweaking of your body's responses, each one is a journey of orgasmic bliss that manages to beat your heat sufficiently back to manage through the day or so it takes him to recover. In the meantime, you convince him that you're healthy enough to go out with him and help with some of the hunting, and in return he shows you how he does some of the intricate wooden carvings that he goes on to sell back in his village. In the evenings, he shows you which of the herbs he uses to cure and season meat, to human palettes at least, and you show him how to more cleanly butcher and prepare his catch so that it dries and cures more evenly. By the time your heat is over, the two of you have developed a bond, although once your desire fades it becomes one of friendship rather than romance. You stay for a few more days, helping out here and there, before deciding to head back to your own village. Armand bids you farewell, actually tearing up as you prepare to go, and you are several paces out the door when he comes running out, yelling after you with an armful of wooden carvings. He hands some to you, as a gift, and then asks whether you might be willing to try selling an additional few in your village - you don't know much about such things, but given how nice he's been to you, you agree to try.

Now that your heat has dissipated and your abilities have returned in full, you make it back along the path to your village without further incident. Interestingly enough, when you try asking around about some of the wooden carvings, they actually become a hit: apparently, some of them resemble the ancient fertility totems, and while you had assumed they were just designed to be a bit naughty to sell better, they quickly become treasured works of religious iconography. On your next hunting trip, you return to Arman with the proceeds, and soon there is a reasonable trade going between him and your village. You transport the carvings over and various provisions back to him, taking a cut for your trouble, and are soon prosperous enough that you open a stall in the market square a couple of days a week, doing brisk business - when combined with your income from hunting, leaving you quite comfortably off in a matter of months.

Of course, a matter of months is all that it takes for your heat to come around again, and with it the quick realization that the wizard's curse was not a one-time thing. Walking over towards the market, with just the beginnings of heat stirring in your belly, a passing male inhaling your scent and momentarily flicking his loincloth aside is enough to send your legs instantly wobbly, and within a few seconds you find yourself tumbling onto all fours, and then into the mating position, leading quickly to a pair of torn-off panties and an impromptu, fluffy orgy in the middle of the road that quickly involves more than a dozen men taking rapid turns atop your jubilant, constantly-climaxing form. It lasts until an angry swarm of priestesses arrive to break it up and haul you bodily off to the meeting house, where you spend the remainder of your heat either sleeping or being constantly and vigorously mated. You then spend the next several days in your own house recovering from it all, and realizing with certainty that you are with child. Your newfound wealth easily tides you over when you are unable to hunt, though, and instead you manage the market stall, with Arman making a few trips himself in the interim to deliver his carvings. Luckily, your offspring at least are free of the curse, but it leaves you unable to ever escape again when your heat comes around, and after a couple of ecstatically orgiastic failed attempts you give up and arrive early at the meeting house for all your subsequent heats - which, thanks to the wizard's misguided curse, are never anything short of constant, uncontrollable bliss.

THE END

SECTION=mousekill {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))} Looking at the mouse, you feel your rage surge inside you. How *dare* he, a lowly mouse-man, threaten someone like you! Your knife is already in motion, surging forward on instinct and strong emotions, as your other hand slams against the flat of the sword and sends it careening crazily off into the underbrush. The mouse panics and brings his hands up in a desperate attempt to defend himself, but you brush them aside as your knife springs up towards his throat. You snarl, looking at his face as you attack, and the mask of panic, despair, and horrible mortal fear you see staring back at you brings your knife to a sudden halt, just barely brushing up against the fur on his neck. Staring into his terrified eyes, and hearing his desperate whimpers, you realize the weight of what you are about to do. As much as some deep instinct would like to think so, this isn't some dumb prey animal, but a sentient, thinking, feeling being that you were prepared to dispatch. And even while he was technically robbing you, he is hardly a threat at all, and you know it - rather than fighting for your life, this was to be an execution of an unarmed wretch trembling fearfully before you. You feel almost sick as you think of what could have happened, and you slump backward, the fighting instinct gone as the knife pulls back from his throat. Quick to take advantage of his good fortune, the mouse-man turns tail and quickly bolts away between the trees, soon lost to view in the depths of the forest. You sheath your knife, tears welling in your eyes as your anger turns back on yourself, berating you for allowing your heat to drive your instincts towards hot-blooded murder. No matter what justification you try to think of, despite the fact that given the circumstances the killing would probably have been accepted, you are furious at yourself for losing control and reverting to an instinctual killer. Suddenly, the whole idea of trying to adventure in the woods during the instability of heat seems like a horrible idea, and you slink back down the path towards town, your ears flat and your tail dragging as you mentally kick yourself over the whole thing. Back in town, you slink into a nearby tavern, and it takes only half a glass of ale before it works in concert with your already unstable emotions to leave you bawling your eyes out at the counter. There is quickly an abundance of concerned-looking men gathered around to offer their condolences and comfort, comfort which you quickly allow them to provide. Of course, their ready interest in your condition, while probably due somewhat to your tears, is also certainly influenced by the now undeniable scent of your heat. Their comforting nuzzles and purrs soon give way to muzzle licks and a multitude of hands playing across your exposed fur, rubbing across your inner thighs and pressing against the crotch of your bikini. Their presence and touch cause your heat to surge back to the front of your awareness. Your tears, and soon the entire incident, are quickly forgotten as you snuggle into the embrace of several different men at once. The tavern owner quickly comps you one of the rooms, and one of the larger men scoops you up in his arms and carries you in, followed by the rest of your burgeoning entourage. He tosses you on the bed, and is one of several men whose hands quickly work to strip away your abbreviated clothing. Naked on the bed, you watch the men around you strip down as well, and a number of them climb into bed beside you. You feel their warmth against you, a warmth that soon blots out the rest of the world as you respond eagerly to their presence, spreading your legs and purring loudly as they pin you to the bed and mate you repeatedly, one after the other. For the next several days you remain in the room, your pussy almost constantly filled as you let your instincts take over, your body serviced vigorously by dozens of men, as is traditional for your kind. By the end of your heat, their faces all seem to blur together, and as the last one rolls of of you as you rest on your hands and knees, you feel completely sated. By now, after all of the mindless pleasure of the last few days, you can hardly even remember what led to it in the first place, and wonder why you'd bothered to venture out into the woods at all. Some weeks later, though, you do remember why, as your belly begins to swell. Several men come to visit you, and put their hands on your belly in awe, wondering if they are lucky enough to be the father. For you, though, you realize that for the next while, your hunting and adventuring days are over - despite your attempt to avoid being bred, it has occurred nonetheless, and while there's a part of you that regrets it, for the next while being a mother will be your top priority. THE END

SECTION=mousefuck {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))} You step forward forcefully, and he cowers away, his ears flat against his head as he holds the sword out, less as a weapon and more as a sort of talisman that he hopes might keep you at bay. It takes almost no effort to seize the sword by the pommel, just below the blade, and wrench it out of his hands to clatter against the grass by the side of the path. You bring your knife up, but instead of bringing it to his neck, you trail the flat of the blade slowly along his shirt, teasing him with it as your face breaks out into a toothy grin. You see his breath almost catch in his throat as the knife descends, and you let it hover for a moment just above his waist, before bringing the edge to bear on the cord that is tied in place to hold his pants up. Sliding the edge underneath it, you begin to cut it away, watching the strands of the cord separate one by one as he stands frozen, almost seeming to be mesmerized as your gaze locks with his. As the cord begins to fail, you take your other hand and run it along the outline of his cock through the pants, and he looks almost more horrified as he realizes what your touch means... and as he consciously recognizes the clear scent of a feline in heat. "Wh- what are you-" he stammers out, almost seeming... embarrassed? You reply, with a purr, that he has made you quite displeased with his inept robbery attempt, and if he wishes to escape with nothing more than a few harsh words used against him, that he is instead going to make you happy. He grimaces for a moment before nodding resignedly, although you note from his increasingly tumescent erection that at least part of him is quite eager to accede to your demands. You acknowledge his acquiescence, licking your lips as the cord finally parts, and without its support, the loose pants quickly fall down around him. You discover that he is wearing nothing beneath them, and his cock stands at attention between surprisingly lithe and muscular legs - as inept as the mouse has been with another type of sword, he is apparently at least reasonably skilled at running away. His cock, though, seems a bit of a disappointment, as it lacks the spines present in your species, instead looking more like a human one; a little shorter and thinner than you're used to, with only the flared ridge around the tip to provide any semblance of proper stimulation. That being said, you figure it'll at least work well enough in at least somewhat reducing your heat, and you're done wasting time with his stammering hesitance. You step up against a tree and lean up against it, jutting your butt out and quickly tugging your bikini and panties down until they rest flatly on top of each other just above your knees. You crane your neck around and glare at him as he stands there, and he quickly moves over, his lust apparently overcoming his fear as he rests one hand on your butt, using the other one to maneuver his cock until it presses gently against your mound. You feel the tip sliding around, and you growl in anticipation as it traces over your sensitive skin, bumping across your mound until it finally engages with your pussy lips and and slides upward to the place where they eagerly stretch apart around him, and the feeling of him sliding into your wet hole is at least enough to elicit a low purr from deep in your throat. You can feel his fingers comfortably squeezing your butt as he thrusts against you in the quick but erratic motions of his kind, occasionally pausing at the end of a stroke to grind against you. As you feared, his cock is warm and feels good stroking inside you, but it isn't really big enough to give you the filled feeling that you need to satiate the heat, and the rubbing of his flared tip against your insides is little more than a gentle teasing sensation compared to the firm raking your body desires. Still, he seems to be relatively adept for his species, and he soon has you purring and rolling your hips in time to his rhythmic motions. The sensation isn't really close to bringing you to orgasm, but it's a pleasant way to pass the time, and he strokes inside you reliably for several minutes before pushing in as deep as he can, letting out an oddly tortured-sounding moan as he climaxes, warm spurts of his seed pulsing out to splash against your walls. He pulls out soon afterwards and sits down hard behind you, his breath escaping with a whoosh. You turn back and crouch down near the tree, giving his seed time to drip out of you so that it doesn't cause a mess in your panties later on. You watch him gasping for breath and let an amused grin play over your face. He looks at you fearfully again, and then, amidst his stammering, asks if you are satisfied. You are tempted to tell him no, and force him to go again until you are, but you also know that what he just did for you is probably as good as it gets. Instead, you pull your panties and bikini back up, and tell him that he is free to go, if he wants... although you make sure that he knows that he won't get off nearly as easily, in any sense of the word, if your paths cross again. He nods in agreement and quickly scampers off before you change your mind, leaving his rusty sword behind in his haste. You ignore it and continue on down the path, looking for something else that might be a bit more interesting to play with. ((Return to the path|ttr2))

SECTION=mousepounce {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))} You realize that the sight of the mouse and the instincts that it brings up, in conjunction with your heat, means that you feel suddenly very playful, and you decide you're going to have some fun with him. You just stand there for a moment, impassively, and then give him a wide grin as you slowly slide the knife back into your sheath. The mouse almost looks hopeful for a moment, waving his sword with slightly more energy, almost seeming to wonder if you are, in fact, going to hand over your valuables. That hope quickly drains, however, as you suddenly spring forward, one hand easily knocking the sword out of his grasp as you pounce on him, knocking him to the ground. He tries to get up but your hands land on his chest and force him back down, straddling him as you give him another gleaming, toothy smile. Even through your leather bikini, you can feel him swelling beneath you, and your rock your hips and grind a little against him, flicking out your raspy tongue and sliding it lustily across his muzzle. He looks back at you, his eyes a mixture of terror and confusion, and you just smile for a moment before suddenly getting up and standing blank-faced above him. He jumps to his feet, gives you one more panicked look, then turns tail and takes off into the woods, leaving his sword behind. You follow along quickly behind him, your instincts almost taking over as you bound through the forest on all fours, your tail keeping your balance as your flexible spine elongates your strides and gives you excellent speed. You quickly discover that you need every bit of it, as the mouse is far faster than you expected - obviously, this is not his first botched robbery, as he has apparently become quite adept at running away. You do manage to close in on him, though, and with a strong kick of your legs you manage to pounce on him again, shoving him to the ground. He coughs as his face lands in a pile of leaves, and your hands are quickly upon him, claws tearing into the straps of the battered leather vest and ripping them apart. He tries to struggle upward, but you shove him back down into the leaves, tugging at the vest until it finally comes free, then retracting your claws and taking a moment to gently rub your hands through the fur on his back and dipping them under him to fondle his stomach - despite his ragged clothing, his coat of fur is full and soft, and you enjoy the feel of it as you lean down to rub your muzzle against his shoulders and purr against him. You can actually feel him relaxing against you, and you snuggle for a moment longer before letting him up again. He gets up and scrambles away, but a bit more slowly this time, and you realize why as his hands dart in front of him - he's trying to run away while containing his burgeoning erection, which by now is probably standing at full attention as a result of your unexpected ministrations. In fact, this time you're able to loop in front of him and hide behind a tree yourself, pouncing out at him as he runs by and knocking him flat on his back. A few quick swipes and the linen pants come apart from his waist to his knees, his erection springing up amongst the tatters that you quickly shove aside. You straddle him again, your fingers kneading the fur on his chest as your crotch presses up against the base of his shaft, the pressure tilting it downward as you press your hips forward, until it is pressed down flat against his belly with the tip peeking out beneath your bikini bottoms. You grind against him some more, giving out a little moan from a sensation that is tantalizingly distant. You release his chest and reach down to undo the straps on the bikini, as you see an expression of arousal begin to spread its way across his face, displacing the fear. With the bikini untied, you rise up on your knees as you pull the leather straps holding it together apart, and it soon falls away as an almost flat piece of leather that you calmly remove from between your thighs as you settle back on top of him, pressing his cock back down again and grinding against it with your panty-clad crotch. You realize as you do that your panties are already plastered against your crotch, soaked through with your juices, and you leave a sheen of wetness along his shaft as the sodden fabric barely serves as a barrier to sensation at all. You can feel the length of his shaft pressing snugly against you, and even through the fabric his warmth feels perfect against your mound. You grind for a few more minutes, feeling your arousal build, and then abruptly stand up once more, to see what he will do. This time, though, he doesn't get up at all, instead continuing to lie in the grass, his cock rigidly erect and twitching slightly back and forth. Against his other needs, his fear has dissolved away, and he seems to be ready to do whatever you want him to. Of course, you realize that you already have him right where you want him. You move back down to straddle him again, but now you use your fingers to pull the sodden fabric covering your crotch over to the side, tucking it away to the edge of your mound and revelaing your pussy lips beneath. Kneeling over him, you grab his cock, almost surprised by the intense warmth coming off of it, and it is his turn to moan as your fingers encircle his shaft and rub against his skin. You slowly lower yourself, maneuvering his cock until the tip brushes lightly against your lips, and you slide it back and forth between them, enjoying the feeling of him against their sensitive ridges as they coat it with an additional helping of your copious juices. Soon, you feel it settling between your lips where it needs to be, and you slowly bend yoor legs and lower yourself down against him, letting his cock spread your lips open and push up inside you. As your crotch pushes into his lap, you realize that his cock isn't quite what you need. It's thick enough so that you can feel the warmth against your inner walls, but not so thick that they are embracing it snugly, and the tip stops at least an inch short of where it needs to be in order to scratch that deep itch and help relieve your heat. Worst of all, the ridge of his tip is barely flared enough to stimulate your heat-soaked passage at all, let alone contain the hooks that could really do the job. Nonetheless, you try to make the most of it, bouncing up and down on top of him at a frantic rate, grinding your clit against the fur on his pelvis as your hands pin his shoulders, knowing that when he looks up the only thing he will see is your panting, aroused face. Soon, you feel him trying to buck up against you as you bounce on top of him, and hes soon really getting into it, his hands coming up to rest on your hips, and continuing his bucking as you come down and start grinding against him, letting his bucking motions push him into you as deeply as possible and giving you as much of a filled sensation as he can. Meanwhile, you grind your clit against him, the soft fur teasing it mercilessly as you seek just the right sensation. Then you feel his hands grip firmly and push you down hard against him, your legs splaying slightly as his crotch mashes against yours. You feel him shivering inside you, and a moment later you can feel splashes of warmth inside as he pulses against you as deeply as he can. Meanwhile, the friction of his soft fur suddenly snuggling intensely against your clit is finally enough, and you yowl as you feel and orgasm surging up from within, sending a pleasant tingling through you as your walls clench and ripple around him, causing his breath to momentarily catch as the sudden sensation milks everything he has out of him. You get unsteadily to your feet, still shiver a bit from the orgasm - while not the best you've had, the sensation is a relief, although you know that the mild internal stimulation will do little to quell the deep itch that still builds inside you. You lean against a tree, spreading your legs and letting the products of your frantic coupling drip down from your pussy lips and drip down onto the soil below. Looking up, you take in the blue sky shining down from a break in the trees, and for a moment you are at peace. You hear a scuffling noise, and you look down to see your most recent sexual partner trying to fashion together some sort of makeshift shorts from the remaining tatters of his pants. You tend to your own clothing while he works at that, sliding down your panties and wringing out the crotch as best you can until they are at least reasonably dry before pulling them back up. By the time you've recovered your bikini and returned to a fully-dressed state, he has at least fashioned something to preserve his modesty. You think for a moment about kissing him, but then remember that he had attempted to rob you and give him an eager, slightly malicious toothy grin instead. He gulps at the display, and contrary to what you would expect from a male recovering from a vigorous mating, he manages to bolt off through the forest at full speed. You half-consider chasing him, but your pussy is still throbbing slightly from the recent encounter, and you realize that running would provide your still-sensitive pussy with too much stimulation. Instead you relax, grinning bemusedly at his retreating form before it disappears, before slowly making your way back to the path and looking for some more satisfying prey, in one way or another. ((Return to the path|ttr2))

SECTION=ttr2 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))} You continue on down the path, your pussy thrumming nicely and your heat relieved a bit from your previous encounter, but you know that the activity wasn't really enough to provide any sort of long-term satiation. You do keep an eye out for any further ambushes from the trees that flank the path, but fear or anticipation aside, there is no one else on the path. You walk on for some time, and the path gets darker, the trees moving in closer, and the path becomes even less defined, to the point where you occasionally have to remove your knife and hack through vines, or jump over various brush that encroaches on the narrowing trail. Still, the trail is well-defined enough to make your way, and it is at least traveled enough that it probably leads to something passably interesting. Abruptly, though, the path takes a sharp turn through a dense stand of trees, and as you make your way through, you notice that it branches off right in the middle of the grove. The branching path is a sharp contrast, as different as it is sudden. While the original trail leads off into darkness, the new path widens between trees that thin out around it, letting shafts of sunlight filter through beautifully. Around the trees, instead of tangles of scruffy shrubs, the ground is lined with healthy green field grass, with pockets of wildflowers poking through at regular intervals. The path almost seems like something out of a pastoral landscape, complete with the occasinal bird song filtering down through the branches of the trees lining the path. In short, it's a beautifully manicured path in the middle of dense, unforgiving forest... and therefore incredibly, alarmingly suspicious. In fact, it probably would be only slightly more suspicious if there were signs placed along it pointing out the fact that it was quite obviously a trap. It could lead to any number of nefarous creatures lying in wait for someone to finally give in and take the easy route - or, admittedly but less than likely, it could in fact be someone's misguided, reclusive homestead. In any case, as you look down the new path, you can see that despite its openness, it quickly curves around and eventually vanishes behind the trees. If you want to see where it leads, you'll need to follow it, and there is a part of you that's definitely sick of plodding along on the current excuse for a trail, and would rather take its chances with the unknown danger in exchange for an easier path; that, and your innate curiosity is nagging at you, incessantly wondering what the path could possibly lead to. On the other hand, given how suspicious the new path obviously seems, there's also something to be said for sticking with your current path, as plodding as it might be... ((Explore the obviously suspicious path|tentacles)) ((Continue on the dark, poorly-defined path|ttr3))

SECTION=tentacles {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} Despite your concerns, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you venture onto the brightly-lit, peaceful-looking path. After taking a few steps, you look back the way you came, and instead of seeing the grove and fork in the path from before, the path appers to terminate in a tightly-packed stand of dark, impassable trees. The feeling you have that this is a trap is only confirmed by this sudden, and probably magical transformation, but you now have no choice but to move forward - a quick glance into the forest to either side confirms that you will run into similar issues venturing off to either side. The path continues onward for a short while, finally terminating in a quiet, peaceful glade, which prominently features a large, thick-trunked tree with a pleasant, shady canopy made up of dense, rustling foliage. In short, it's a perfect place to rest under, and in the midst of all this perfection, is the most obviously suspicious object here. Still, since you're already here, you might as well investigate it. You walk over tentatively to stand under the tree, and when you look up it is immediately obvious what is causing all of the rustling: writhing in the canopy of the tree are dozens of bright green, sinewy tendrils, glistening with slimy moisture along their lengths until they terminate in strongly phallic tips. The bark along the trunk also ripples and shifts away as you approach, revealing an additional mass of tendrils. You've apparently stumbled onto a tentacle tree (of course, there would have to be such a thing given the world you live in), and a few of the tentacles are already dropping down towards you - they'll be in grappling range within moments! ((Attack the tentacles|tentattack)) ((Run from the tentacles|tentrun))

SECTION=tentattack {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} Knowing you only have moments to act, and realizing that you are probably too close in to run for it before the tentacles reach you, you decide to make a stand, and hopefully distract the thing for long enough to get away. Hissing as your body instinctually puffs out its fur, trying to look as threatening as possible, your knife leaves its sheath almost by instinct. Crouching into a battle stance, you swing at the first tentacle that approaches, your knife whistling through the air as the tentacle quickly twitches away. Another one is already dropping down though, and even as it twitches away, the first one is already trying to move back around for another pass. You get it to flinch back again, but more and more are dropping down, and it only takes a few seconds before there are more than you can scare off with your swipes. One of them whaps against your other arm, coiling quickly around it before you can pull it back. Having finally secured purchase, it tries to drag you forward, but your knife is quicker, and the sharp blade seems to meet hardly any resistance as it slices cleanly through the tendril. The part around your wrist quickly goes limp and falls away, but the remaining part merely hovers back for a moment, dripping clear ichor for a few seconds before surging back, a new penile head quickly forming in place of the defeated one. Meanwhile, another tendril has already snapped out to tug at your shoulder, and as you slice at that one, another once again secures your wrist, and then another... you flail at them, but yet another tendril creeps around from behind and wraps around your knife hand, the coiling tendril suddenly squeezing hard against your tendons, and a tingling sensation runs down your wrist as the knife falls from your suddenly nerveless fingers. The resistance quickly squashed, the tendrils haul on your arms, pulling them up and back, as even more wrap around them. You squirm and struggle in their grasp, but it does little good, and soon you are pulled back against the tree trunk, more tendrils rustling against you, several of them wrapping around your ankles and knees to fully secure you. Struggling against the tentacles, but knowing you cannot escape them, you make a last, desperate effort to cry out for help. However, even this attempt is quickly stifled as a tentacle runs along your inner thighs, and your cries quickly rise in pitch and merge into a long, breathy moan as the tentacle presses up against your crotch, undulating sensually in a way that tantalizingly massages at your mound, clearly felt through the pliable leather of your bikini. The touch sends your heat surging back, and you can feel your juices quickly saturating your panties as your body squirms under the touch, eagerly readying itself for mating despite the disgust and panic whirling through your conscious mind. Your body, though, is quickly past the point of even putting up token resistance, and you know that there is nothing you can do now - you are now under the tree's control, and at its mercy. ((Get tentacled))

SECTION=tentrun {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} You quickly turn tail and run from the tentacle tree, but you can already hear a rustling behind you as the tentacles spring out from the trunk towards your retreating form. One smacks into your ankle, the force of the impact quickly wrapping the tentacle tightly around it. Secured, the tentacle gives a yank, tripping you up and sending you sprawling onto the grass. You try to kick at the thing, struggling to get it off you, but a second tentacle shoots out, and within moments both your legs are snared. The tentacles begin to pull back, dragging you towards the tree on your stomach, the wet grass sliding against your torso as you are slowly but inexorably drawn towards they tree's clutches. You struggle against it, scrabbling at the ground with your hands and tearing up divots of grass, but to no avail. You are already well within the shade of the tree when you reach for your knife in desperation, but before you can even get a good grip on the pommel, a tentacle whips out and broadly smacks you right across your pert butt. The blow stuns you for a moment, but also perversely excites you due to your already horny state, and the tentacle that pushes in roughly against your crotch moments later completes the effect. Your surprised scream turns into a shuddering moan as the sudden sensation overwhelms you, and by the time you can recover from it, you can feel wetness soaking into your panties even as more tentacles wrap themselves around your knees, wrists, and elbows. You are soon pulled upright with your back against the trunk of the tree, and you can feel a plethora of tentacles rippling against your back. You shudder from another prod at your crotch, your horny body already thrilling at the touch, even as your panicking conscious mind realizes that you are now completely at the tree's mercy. ((Get tentacled))

SECTION=tentaclespawn {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} The years go by, and your children grow up, socializing generally normally with the other children despite their mixed breed and the odd, greenish highlights in their fur. You go through several more heats and bear several more litters, all but one completely feline (for the other, you happened to be caught far out in the woods when your heat arrived and, well, nature took its course... several times each day, with whoever happened to be in the vicinity). Soon enough, your first litter reaches sexual maturity... but instead of going into heat or otherwise experiencing sexual awakening, they all awaken one morning, go out into the town square, and grin maniacally as several green tentacles spring forth from their backs and proceed to molest anyone and anything nearby. Several of the villagers flee, and some others stick around to fight the apparent abominations, only to quickly find themselves be-tentacled and worked over. All of the females who are caught by the tentacles go immediately into heat and are then thoroughly ravaged by your tentacle-spawn, eventually becoming almost zombielike thralls, and some of the men succumb to the spell of the tentacle too - the rest are thwomped and heartily flung out of the village and into the forest. The village population quickly dissipates, save for the progressive generations of your tentacle spawn and their thralls. You, however, are the sole exception - as their mother, you are treated with reverence, and they quickly christen you the Tentacle Queen, and build a great stone mansion in your honor (which is quite palatially appointed, despite the fact that the walls regularly ooze green slime for some reason). You are soon afforded every luxury, and despite the craziness of it all and the nagging guilt that you feel as the casualties mount, you quickly become accustomed to your new lifestyle and eventually come to eagerly reign over your burgeoning empire. Your thralls and offspring spread out, rapidly gaining ground, and village after village falls to your expanding tentacled hordes. Your offspring find ways to mate with each other, generally involving odd, elaborate tentacle-based rituals and the use of thralls as surrogates. The corruption of your abominations soon spreads across the entire region, and soon even the mightiest of dragons quail at the mere mention of your title - and the tentacle-studded doom that it inevitably represents. Eventually, your infamy is known across the entire continent, and you reign for several decades before your forces are finally overthrown by Regineau the Mostly Great but Rather Emotionally Disturbed. Rather than face death at his sadistic hand, you instead flee with the remainder of your retinue to a secluded forest preserve, where you spend your retirement from monstrous rule commanding your horde to harass any passers-by and terrorize any fearsome creatures that dared to get close: in short, tentacle-filled bliss. When you finally become quite old, instead of fading away, your feet inexplicably take root in the ground in the middle of the preserve, and over the next few years, you gradually metamorphose until you take on the imposing shape of a brand new tentacle tree. While your ability to communicate in any meaningful way disappears for good, you quickly find joy in your newfound tentacled pleasures, your tree becoming a beautiful, shady shrine for your devoted and worshipful offspring, who provide you with a steady stream of victims for your entertainment. Perversely, you take to your new form with aplomb, even the concept of guilt that has haunted you over the years dissipating as you willingly devote yourself to the instinctual duties of your new form. You have finally succumbed to the curse of the tentacle tree, invoking its perverse terror on an entirely new generation, coming full circle as your monstrous transformation is finally complete. THE END

SECTION=orcslave {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))} Even after the overly vigorous mating of the previous day, you are still in the midst of your heat, which means that it is incredibly easy to give in to the orc's demands. Considerations like your contempt for the ugly green thug or your anger at his heat-muted violations from before are currently pushed far back in your mind. In their place, your heat prioritizes all male contact, regardless of the form it may take; in your current state, simply feeling the presence of the orc behind you, and the firmness of his hand on your pubic fur, is enough to send a comfortable warmth throbbing through your abdomen and a stream of moisture that starts to trickle across your pussy lips. Even before his hand descends further, you are already purring lustily, your body moving eagerly under his touch to rub back against him. While the orc is apparently clothed again, you can feel the bulge of his cock straining out against your upper back, and you roll your shoulders back and forth as you use your body to snuggle against it enticingly. The orc is obviously not expecting this level of eagerness, and you can feel his arm tense against your fur as his body reacts to the stimulation. His hand wastes little time, though, sliding further down your abdomen, and you moan happily as his surprisingly warm fingers curl in to rub against your sensitive mound. The fingers continue to work, his hand and arm tugging you towards him, and you eagerly follow his lead, rubbing your fluffy butt back against his rough-skinned thighs. You can feel your crotch grinding down against his fingers, trying to maximize the ecstatic feeling of their touch as they play along the periphery of your mound, and you shudder when one of them nudges over to rub the edge of your engorged pussy lips. One finger, then the other, begin to massage along your lips, the soft flesh yielding easily to the touch, and you know he can already feel your wetness as the touch gets your juices flowing even more freely. The fingers rub around your entrance, easing your lips apart and pushing slowly in between them, before the hand abruptly retreats, the arm pulling away and spreading wide, and suddenly the orc isn't holding you at all - he's clearly testing you, seeing if you're going to make a break for it. Of course, your heat now a priority that is quickly occupying most of your conscious thought, you don't think much of it, being much more concerned with the fact that his fingers are no longer providing their warm sensation against you. Instead, you rub back even closer against him, trying to shift your hips and arc your back so that your mound will rub along his leg. You also reach down with your own hand, your fingers at the moment feeling oddly inadequate, although you manage to nudge your clit back and forth a few times to elicit a series of impassioned moans. The orc is apparently not all that impressed by the display, making a disappointed groaning noise before slapping your arm aside and jamming the palm of his hand back up against your crotch, the impact stinging momentarily and almost lifting your feet off the ground before the sensation of the continued contact overtakes you. A second later your mound is grinding enthusiastically against his hand, and when he pulls it back and quickly jams a couple of thick fingers through your lips and reasonably far inside you, it doesn't even elicit a yelp of surprise as your passage thrums happily at the penetration. You can feel the orc's fingers curving inside you, pushing up hard against something sensitive, and you squirm at the sensation even as it elicits an odd, suddenly urgent need to urinate. You can feel your thighs tensing around his hand, trying to hold it in, as you know that pissing all over an already hostile orc is probably not a good idea. His fingers keep flexing, though, and the urge quickly passes, transforming into an incredibly erotic sensation that feels even more intense than the palm of his hand nudging against your clit. A wave of tension suddenly locks your hips into place, and you feel something spurt out from you a moment before your hips and thighs tremble through an intense orgasm that leaves your entire body thrumming with pleasure. Your mind goes momentarily blank from the sensation, and when you are once again aware of your surroundings, you feel your whole body trembling and squirming happily against him, your weight mostly held up by the arm cradling you and the hand still jammed between your legs. The orc grumbles as your insides squeeze repeatedly against his fingers, purring ecstatically with each pulse as your orgasm slowly fades. Of course, grumbling or not, you can feel a spreading spot of wet warmth against your fur where the orc's bulge presses against it, and when he wraps his other arm around you, he doesn't seem too miffed when you nuzzle your head back against his chest. "Gumph," he groans. "Bloody annoying catgirls - not struggle, no fun, just a bunch of purring happy nonsense. The continuing incompetence of your species in all that interests me is truly astounding, you know: out of all of the species who've pissed me off enough to get my blood up, you cat people are the only ones who manage to fail at being raped, something that should really be all but impossible. Sadly for me, and maybe for you, I've got no bloody use for someone who gets far too aroused and far too compliant for me to have any real interest. I can't complain much, though, as my particular tastes are not shared by all of my compatriots, and some of the more well-to-do ones seem to think that an accomodating body and personality such as yours is the ultimate in both the provision of pleasure and the inane vanity inherent in pointless status symbols. With that sort of performance, though, I'll get the gold I anticipated and probably more, and you... Well, you'll be fucked, both literally and metaphorically, but in the state your in, I doubt you'll even notice." He hauls you upright, and when you are able to stand, still purring with relief and pleasure from his surprisingly competent ministrations, he places a hand on your shoulder and guides you out of the empty wooden room and onto the wooden platform. Your eyes blink for a moment, adjusting to the brighter light, and you are suddenly aware of the large number of orcs milling around below the platform, several of them looking up and staring intently at you. You are more than aware that every part of you is on display, your glistening mound and sex-matted thighs clearly visible from the crowd's vantage point. The orc walks you over to the edge of the platform, his arm holding you in place as he allows the crowd to look you over more closely. You press your thighs together, belatedly trying to preserve what little modesty you have left, but the orc's other hand grips one of your thighs and forces it apart, your feet scuffling on the rough wooden planks for a moment before you are forced to give in, your foot moving over to maintina your balance as your thighs are opened. You look down, observing all of the orcish faces staring back up at you, but only a few of them, all women, lock eyes - the rest are staring at your furry body, still slightly trembling, and especially between your legs, your heat-swollen mound leaving nothing to the imagination. The orc's hand moves up to land on your hip, and that along with the hand on your shoulder combine in a twisting motion, pulling your body along with him in a half-circle, your feet shuffling along the planks as they try to keep up. You feel him step to the side behind you, and then you yelp as you feel a light slap on your butt, jumping forward slightly as the crowd cheers at the display of your jiggling flesh. At least, though, you don't have to look at them although the sight that now greets you isn't much more promising. You find yourself looking back at the main part of the wooden platform, in between the handful of small wooden structures on either side of it. The stage is dominated by a single row of posts, looking almost like tree trunks denuded of their bark, jutting up from the stage to a height that is somewhat taller than your own. Attached to the front of each pole, just below the top, there is a short wooden crossbar, from which hang a pair of thick iron chains with solid-looking manacles at the ends. There is also a pair of manacles at the base of each pole, and the purpose of the arrangement is suddenly quite clear - this is where the slaves are displayed as they are auctioned off. In fact, towards the other end of the stage, a pair of orcs are securing another catgirl, with a sizable bosom and glossy brown fur, to one of the poles. She doesn't seem to be in heat, from what you can see, and the fear on her face is evident - she doesn't struggle against the orcs, though, knowing how they could react if she disobeyed, and the orcs attending to her work to secure her in place even as your own captor walks you steadily towards a nearby pole. You walk along with him, even as your mind flashes through a turmoil of emotions. There's a part of you, a small part, that feels humiliated to have your body exposed and gawked at by the ugly but apparently quite civilized orcs - given your species' limited use of clothing and the fact that even public mating is not an uncommon occurrence, you have little sense of shame or modesty about your body, but being displayed against your will to an audience of people you despise still disgusts you. More prominent, though, is the sense of fear and apprehension regarding your fate, something that the approaching manacles are helping to bring to the fore. You know that you're in a serious predicament, now, and while your capitulation probably saved you from some degree of suffering, there is no denying the reality that you are about to be auctioned off as someone's sex slave. Of course, there's also a part of you, almost certainly a heat-influenced part, that doesn't particularly mind that part of it - say what you want about orcs and their overall lack of physical beauty, but you now know from experience that, beautiful or not, they've got it where it counts. While their sex is rough, and perhaps even approaches the limits of what your body can take, what the orc said earlier is true - especially when in heat, your body can be plenty accommodating, and even the thought of an ugly orc plunging into you causes you to stumble for a step as your pussy makes its approval of this idea known. In fact, oddly enough, the situation really doesn't seem all that bad to you in your heated state, as it appears you are fated to have your urges more than satisfied (albeit not exactly in a voluntary fashion). As the two of you reach the post, the orc spins you back around, pushing your body back against the rough wood. He looks much the same as yesterday, albeit slightly more professionally dressed, with the same lumpen head and thick green skin strewn with random wartlike protrusions. There is still a prominent wet patch on his trousers from your earlier fun, although the orc seems to ignore it - perhaps, in his perverse culture, such things serve as a badge of honor or prestige. He looks you over again, smiling in approval. "Oh yes, I think you'll sell very well indeed. Your soft fur, your glistening sex, how eagerly you respond to a mere touch... It's a shame you aren't more feisty. Ah, well, with the amount of gold you'll bring me, I'll be able to console myself with at least a dozen lesser slaves handpicked for their resistance and their lamentations and lachrymation when forced into submission. I'm afraid, my haughty catgirl, this is where we part company, but I'm sure you'll get a master who will treat you exactly as you deserve - as a plaything for a proper dominant species." Without another word, he grabs one of your arms and pulls it up, securing it within a manacle before reaching for the other one. Interestingly enough, it is not the hard, cold metal that you feel wrapping around your wrist, but rather something softer, that conforms around it tightly but not too uncomfortably. Apparently, the orcs are not entirely cruel, or more likely, they don't want to leave their premium slaves with torn-out fur and chafed, blemished skin from contact with raw metal restraints. By the time you finish considering this, though, both of your arms are secured, and you look down as you hear the click of the final manacle being locked into place around your left leg. The manacles don't leave much room for movement, largely holding you in place, and leaving your limbs splayed in the shape of a narrow X as the trunk of your body is pulled back against the pole. The orc reaches behind you, though, and you feel his hand slide along your fur until he grabs hold of your tail, pulling it up and threading it through a metal loop that you hadn't noticed before, keeping it secured against your back and preventing any attempt to tuck it between your legs to preserve your modesty. If there was any hope of escape lingering in your mind, you know it is now completely dashed - you are fully secured, barely able to even move your limbs, and subject to the whims of whoever you encounter next. The pole you are secured to is towards the front of the stage, allowing you a view of the crowd before you in the square, but even if you crane your head to either side you can only see a couple of the other slave poles compared to the collection of ones behind you. On the two poles that you can see, two other women are secured - one appears to be a lizardwoman, tears welling in her dark eyes as she struggles futilely against her chains, and the other is another catwoman with sleek, jet-black fur and a body even more toned than yours. Given her trembling thighs and regular uncoerced moans, though, it is easy to tell that she is in heat, even more so than you are - she is probably several days in, at the point of greatest desire, and she is not shy at all in broadcasting her needs despite her pending enslavement. Behind you, you can only tell what is going on by sound - the clanking of chains, the occasional clack of a manacle slamming shut, and a racous chorus of sounds from various different species, ranging from angered shrieks to muted sobs to heated moans. As more people arrive, the noise swells, and as it reaches its peak you notice the tenor of the crowd begin to change. There is more milling about, and the orcs in plainer-looking clothes are leaving, mostly shuffling off towards a side street and most likely the more common aspects of the slave market. As the crowd thins, those remaining look considerably more well-to-do, wearing brighter clothing with finer fabrics, and overall looking surprisingly classy for their kind. Some where elaborate hats that help to disguise the lumpy nature of their heads, and a few even appear to have undergone some process by which their warts have been pressed down into their flesh, leaving mottled but generally smooth skin. Some are even accompanied by entourages of other orcs, or occasionally by a handful of catgirls secured to their patrons with collars and leashes. A set of ornate, carpeted steps are wheeled over to the front of the stage, and after a well-dressed orc who is apparently the auctioneer says a few brief platitudes, the remaining crowd of orcs begins to file onto the stage to inspect the goods on offer. You are approached by one orc after another, in various gaudy costumes, and they each proceed to examine you in their own fashion. Mostly, though, they seem to do this with their hands, and while there are a few that pull on your ears to examine them for mites or brush their hands roughly through your fur to look for parasites, the majority are interested in what to them are more relevant aspects. Your breasts are squeezed with varying levels of intensity, as is your butt, and many hands push in between your legs to explore your mound and the folds it contains, an action that greets them with an immediate moan as your heated body responds eagerly to the touch. In fact, compared to the shrieks and sobs that seem to be greeting them elsewhere, many of the orcs look quite pleased with your reaction, and take their time exploring your pussy while your hips squirm and buck against their hands. Afer a time, the repeated rubbing drives you wild, and when another hand moves in you shudder at the first touch. When that touch, instead of relenting, pushes in closer, your loud, intense moan turns the heads of everyone nearby as you come, your body tense and straining against the pole as your hips practically vibrate against his hand, your pussy lips twitching around the pair of fingers pressed lightly just between them. As you come down from it, you notice a crowd arrayed around you, and soon there is constantly a hand against your pussy as those around you jostle for a turn. Your body eagerly accepts their touch, and you climax twice more in quick succession before the auctioneer comes over to break up the scrum around you. The orcs file back down off of the stage, and the auction begins, your arms beginning to feel the strain as your body leans back against the wood, your wobbly legs flopping around as you try to get them to carry some of your weight, even as your hips keep jerking with each strong, pleasant pulse from your still-throbbing pussy. You can feel your lips tensing with each pulse, and juding from the way that certain orcish eyes in the crowd seem to be intently focused on your crotch, the slow culmination of your orgasm is apparently quite visible. As it has become obvious that you are the prize of this current batch of slaves, your auction is saved for last. You watch as the crowd bids on various ther women, looking on as they are paraded one by one to the front of the stage by the auctioneer's assistants. The new owners walk up, paying the auctioneer with variously-sized sacks brimming with gold, and in exchange they are handed an ornate-looking metal collar and metal-chain leash to secure around the necks of their new purchases. Most of the orcs then walk off with their new slaves, and then the next auction is held. Various women of different species are paraded up, the majority of them catgirls, although there are also several lizardfolk and a lone human woman, her blonde hair and stunning figure adding to her overall rarity to command a considerable price. The jet-black catgirl is sold off to an orc in a silly hat, who has a hand in between her legs before they even make it out of the square, and the lizard woman is sold to a brute of an orc, who ignores the leash and instead grabs her around the ankles, swinging her over his shoulder with a thump before stalking off. Your own auction takes place between a remaining trio of orcs in especially fine clothing, the bidding going on for some minutes as they all compete to outdo each other. Finally, one of them goes higher than the other two can handle, and they, along with their entourages, walk off glowering at the victor as he sends some of his entourage to the stage with the gold. At the completion of their transfer, four sizable bags overflowing with gold coins sit before the auctioneer, and two burly assistants release your chains and grab you by the shoulders, half-guiding and half-dragging you to the stairs. The orc who purchased you, one of the ones with with an elaborate gilded hat and the unusual wart removal, takes the proffered collar and snaps it into place around your neck, a small golden lock brought up to secure it in place. It is padded with a plush material that is reasonably comfortable against your neck, but its significance is clear: you are now this orc's property, and given the obvious bulge in his pants, you will most likely soon be put to your expected use. ((Travel to your new home|orcenslaved))

SECTION=orcenslaved {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))} You walk out of the square, your legs still slightly wobbly, as part of the orc's entourage. After walking behind you for a short ways, and almost certainly admiring the posterior of his most recent purchase, the orc walks on ahead, handing your leash and a roll of parchment to one of his underlings. As the orc walks off one way, the entourage turns to go down a side street towards a different location. The new location turns out to be the entrance to one of the other slave pens, where an attendant takes the scroll and returns in a few minutes with a trio of leashed slaves, all burly lizardmen apparently bought for slave labor. Your body perks up for a moment at the sight of their naked forms, but being lizardmen, their genitals are not immediately obvious - and in any case, they purposely avert their eyes, as it is clear that you have not been acquired for their use. The entourage continues on, traversing several cobblestone streets as the surrounding houses grow in both size and ornamentation. Walking through, you realize that your initial impressions misjudged the size of the place - far from a village, you realize that you are in one of the orc's main cities! All that you know of, though, are far more than a day's travel away, through your own regional forest and across a pass that cuts through a mountain range to a forested peninsula beyond. While orcs using magic is something that you've never heard of, as magic teachings are usually the province of humans who guard their secrets closely, it is true that anyone can buy and use an already-prepared scroll of transportation. The realization of your location, though, only seems to solidify the certainty of your captivity - even if you were to escape, even if you managed to escape with some supplies to aid your journey, it would be several treacherous days before you could make it back even to the general vicinity of your own village. With any real hope of escape seemingly extinguished, you shuffle along, your mind flashing between anger and despair. Although, as you continue walking, you know that such an assessment of your mental state isn't quite accurate. More specifically, your mind is ping-ponging between flashes of those varied emotions, while spending most of its time not particularly caring about your predicament, or the future, or really anything at all beyond the desperate need to have something warm and male between your legs again. While the combination of their male presence and thick fingers managed to provide you with some lingering orgasmic release on the stage, such contact was hardly enough to satisfy your heated desires. Your body still itches with the desire to be mated, the lingering warmth and growing need building deep within your belly, and you know that only the satisfying raking of feline barbs, or failing that a very deep and vigorous mating with something else, will truly be able to satisfy it. In that light, of course, your pending occupation as an orc's sexual plaything doesn't seem all that bad in the short term, as your experience has demonstrated that while the orcs don't have barbs of any sort, they should be more than able to provide you with the alternate stimulation that you crave. Of course, when your heat runs its course in another week or so, you might see the situation in a considerably different light, but your heat keeps your mind much more focused on short-term relief. The entourage finally stops in front of an imposing stone house at the end of a cobblestone drive. The building is actually less of a house and more of a mansion, with a large front building and two wings stretching off to either side. The stones glitter and sparkle, bits of reflective metal glinting along their polished surfaces. The building is decked out in several multicolored banners, each one bearing what looks to be some sort of obscure crest. The main door is an imposing one, dark-lacquered wood towering several times your height, but the entourage walks past it and into a much humbler-looking door near where the main building meets up with one of its wings. You are led down a hallway and through a series of antechambers, shedding various slaves and orcs as you go, until it is only you and a couple of handlers who keep a tight grip on your leash. Together, you walk through a final antechamber and suddenly find yourself in an expansive, high-ceilinged room that looks almost like a royal throne room - while you spied a glimpse of a proper castle on a low hill overlooking the town, meaning that the orc who purchased you was probably not actually in charge of the city, the throne room nevertheless is a clear sign of his opulence and presumed importance. Lined with the same polished stone, it is adorned with even more elaborate banners, most of them edged in gold and several bearing a detailed embroidered likeness of his face, albeit one clearly embellished to enhance his more desirable facial features. In the center of the room is an expansive, wrought-iron throne, its exterior covered in intricate gold filigree patterns, and its seat upholstered in leather dyed a deep crimson. The throne itself sits on a semicircle of crimson carpet that forms a slightly raised dais around it, and stretching out before it is a long stretch of plush carpet in a similar color that runs all the way to an impressive arched doorway. To either side, various antechambers run along the wall, obscured with gold-edged floor-length curtains. You are led into one of these antechambers, which contains a pool of water and two female orcs wearing drab leather smocks. They aren't particularly attractive either, with protruding lower incisors that look like they could easily bite clean through you, and they are nearly as bulky and flat-chested as their male brethren, their femininity only made obvious by a slightly more curvaceous build. Still, there are no chains around their necks, which seems to put them in a more advantageous position than you. Surprisingly enough, one of the handlers does something with the collar, and it comes off with a metallic clack. You are momentarily bouyed by the release, but as soon as the collar comes off, the two matrons grab you and toss you into the pool of water. You splutter and splash about for a momenet before their hands are upon you, wielding bars of surprisingly pleasantly-scented soap and bristly scrub brushes. They proceed to give you a thorough scrubbing, indifferent to whether your head is above or below the water at any given time, and by the time they are finished you feel half-drowned but considerably cleaner. After stepping back to let you hack the residual water from your lungs, they pull out considerably finer brushes and run them thoroughly over your fur, restoring your coat to a considerably better state. They orcs talk between themselves as they work, never actually addressing you directly, but listening to them talk you realize that they are actually somewhat thankful for the presence of slaves such as yourself - before their lord's current acquisitions, apparently he liked to take liberties, or at least attempt to, with his other staff. Apparently, given their stature, trying to take advantage of an orc female carried considerable risks even for an orc of his wealth, and rather than getting the occasional punch in the gut in return for his advances, he decided to branch out into other, more controllable species and left the help mercifully alone. Of course, you realize that the flip side of the situation is that his desires will now be directed at you instead. You wait for the orcs to give you at least some sort of clothing, but none is proferred. Instead, one of the orcs waves from behind the curtain, and your two handlers from before arrive a moment later. One of them is holding a new collar, one that is far more ornate than the one used at the auction. It is fashioned from a polished, golden metal, inlaid with a variety of deep red gem-cut stones, and lined plushly with a velvety crimson fabric. Attached to it is a long strand of small, gold-plated chain links, with thin lengths of brass and copper interwoven around and between them. You quail for a moment at the sight of a new collar, no matter how ornate, but there is nowhere to run - the orcs are surrounding you, and there is no choice but to stand there as the orcs secure the new collar around your neck. Once they do so, they lead you back out into the throne room. The room is now somewhat more occupied - several other orcs stand around, on either side of the carpet, an honor guard of some sort, wearing polished metal armor, with immense swords at their waists in ornately decorated metal scabbards. From another antechamber, more drably-clothed orcs lead a pair of catgirls over towards the throne, as your own handlers are leading you. The two other catgirls appear used to this treatment, following along without the orcs having to tug on their collars. One, like the girl from before, has sleek jet-black fur, while the other has long, plush fur in a radiant, golden color and a fluffy tail that seems almost as long as she is tall. Both of them are completely naked, and while you can't smell the unmistakable scent of heat on either of them, you can see the ridges of their pussy lips glistening with their own moisture. The three of you are led over to the throne, where the handlers secure the other ends of the chains to an ornate stand just behind the throne. The other parts of the chain clank down against the stone floor, and you realize that they are fairly lengthy - you could probably traverse the entire large room and some of the antechambers beyond before the chain could run out of travel. For now, though, your place is apparently here, as the handlers instruct you to sit along the dais to either side of the throne. The other women sit on the left side in an apparently practiced feminine posture, their legs trailing off to the side and their back slightly arched to put their breasts on display. You kneel down instead on the opposite side, your thighs pressed together in an attempt to keep you from squirming around too much from your heat. The handlers seem to be satisfied enough with your position, as they hurry away behind one of the curtains, even as the large wooden doors at the end of the room begin to swing open. Revealed in the doorway is your new orc master. Instead of being dressed in the regal attire that he wore to the auction, he is now clad in little more than a leather loincloth. He is a reasonably bulky orc, slightly shorter but more muscular than average, although the muscles look more carefully sculpted than brutish. Your vision automatically darts to the loincloth, though, and the sight of it tenting to barely conceal the hardening cock beneath instantly amplifies the warmth in your belly. By the time the orc makes it over to the throne, several rivulets of moisture are trickling though the fur on your thighs. As he walks by, you jut out your chest and seductively arch your body to make sure that he notices you, while your soaked pussy lips tingle in anticipation. Orc or not, your body is more than ready for his attention. You turn your head to look up at the orc as he settles into his throne. As soon as he does, he undoes the ties on the now-ineffective loincloth and tosses it aside, revealing the solid pole of his member firmly erect between his legs. It is not quite the massive thing that the orc who captured you possessed, but it is still considerably longer and thicker than what you are traditionally used to (although you well know, from past and recent experience, that your body is more than capable of handling it). You don't get much of a chance to admire it, though, because the very next thing the orc does is clamp a hand with surprisingly long fingers most of the way around your waist, and lifts your body into the air in a single, fluid motion. Surprised, you flail about for a moment as he pulls you up towards him, and by the time you realize that the trajectory of the motion lands you squarely in his lap, your inner lips are already straining and stretching as his cock shoves them inside ahead of it. You gasp at the sudden impact, but by the time it escapes your lips you are already fully impaled, his tip jammed against the sensitive spot at the end of your passage as your butt settles into his lap. Glancing down, you can see a bulging ridge along your normally flat abdomen as your body stretches to accomodate him. It is a tight fit, but at the same time it feels good to be filled so completely, the tip nudging against the opening of your womb deep inside helping to scratch the itch of heat. You feel one of the orc's hands sliding into place on your hips, but instead of beginning the thrusting motions that your body anticipates, it instead presses your butt back firmly into his lap. Puzzled by the orc's actions, you aren't sure what to do, and can't really do much of anything at all - the orc's hand holds your lower body tightly in place aginst him, and there's little you can do to move your body in reaction to the warm shaft that seems to fill your belly. The feeling is tantalizing enough to occupy all your attention, but not enough to fully stimulate your arousal or fully relieve your heat, a heat sufficiently strong that your present position in the orc's lap is producing desire rather than disgust. The two of you sit motionless for several seconds, the other catgirls below staring up at you with apparently rapt attention, before the orc's other hand swings over to settle on your abdomen. "Ah, yesss..." the orc breathes in your ear, as his fingers trail down your belly and rub along the newly-created bulge. "Exactly what I was looking for. Catgirls are always a gamble, but when I saw you, somehow I knew that you would be just right." His hand continues to rub at the bulge, and you can feel the massaging motion inside somehow, as well, your inner walls rubbing against the cock straining against them in a sympathetic motion, and in response you can feel the cock twitch upward and throb against your cervix. "Orcish women, for all of their green-hued beauty, are regrettably cavernous and lukewarm within, and with offspring in the mix alongside, they simply cannot compare in pleasure. Other women, other species, can sometimes feel quite nice, but they cringe and cry and break far too easily, and there is no joy in making use of a slave full of tears and blubbering. Catgirls, though, they know how to last, and you... such a perfect fit. A perfect scabbard to my sword, stretched nice and snug and warm around every bit from base to tip. Ahhh, I could sit here like this indefinitely, but... there is one more thing I must try..." The orc's hand suddenly shifts downward, his fingers moving down to where your stretched mound is wrapped around the base of his penis. One finger moves to either side, bending slightly to wrap around the base and settle onto the bunched-up ridges of your stretched mound, the narrow web of flesh where his fingers meet the palm of his hand conforming around your hood and clit like leather stretched taut on the head of a drum. The fit is tight, and you can feel the outer edges of the fingers rubbing against the fur on your innermost thighs as they pull back slightly, then bounce softly off the puffy flesh of your mound as they begin a rhythmic drumming motion that steadily quickens in pace. The drumming against your flesh is oddly compelling, and more than a bit arousing, but it quickly pales in comparison to the feeling of your clit being gently rubbed and nudged with each movement of his fingers. The stimulation quickly begins to feel overwhelming, to the point where you try to arch your hips away for a short respite, but the combination of the hand holding you in place and the way the cock strains inside you when you move serve to keep you in place. Instead, your hips move ever so slightly as you instinctively grind your mound down against his hand, the intense stimulation flashing between intense pleasure and erotic agony, until a termulous moan escapes your lips as everything suddenly feels just right. Your clit thrums as you can feel your insides tense and squeeze against the cock that is filling them, a delightful shiver in your spine causing your back to vibrate as your head shudders against the solid wall of orc behind you, the bliss of orgasm shooting through you in bursts of warmth even as your stretched pussy begins to clench and pulse rhythmically around the thick orc cock within. As your internal contractions slow and the flowing, relaxing orgasmic warmth causes your body to settle back down against him, the orc gives several short grunts followed by a long, low one. You can feel his shaft simultaneously tremble inside you, and you realize that both of his hands are now on your hips, pushing you down into his lap as closely as possible. A few moments later, you feel a warm burst inside you as the first spurt of his cum splashes against you, the tip pressed so close and the pressure so strong that you can feel the physical impact of the burst against your cervix, the pulse causing your body to shiver involuntarily. Before you can recover from the feeling, there is another pulse, and then another, and another... by the time he is finished, your whole body is panting and squirming against him, something twitching inside you as you can feel the heat of his cum permeating your abdomen. A moment later, his hands slide up to your waist and lift you off of him, flipping you around to face him in midair before hugging you to his chest, his orcish face beaming down at you happily, and in that moment not seeming particularly ugly at all. "Mmm, yes... you'll do quite nicely, just as I thought." He gives your relaxed body a light squeeze, his still-hard cock slapping aimlessly against your thigh, before pulling you back away from him. Instead of setting you back down to the side of his throne where you were before, though, he instead sets you down on your stomach along his well-muscled thigh, your limp legs straddling it to either side as your chest and abdomen settle against the warm, wart-covered flesh. While the position is actually fairly comfortable, it leaves your head staring directly at the orc's crotch - giving you a close-up view of your new master's orcish cock covered in a slick, milky coat of your combined juices, just as you know all of the courtiers now have an excellent view of your exposed, well-stretched pussy and the copious amounts of cum dripping steadily down from it. The orc places one of his hands on your back, stroking absentmindedly at your fur, but you quickly realize that the orc is far from done. With his other hand, he grabs the black-furred catgirl and lifts her up in a now-familiar motion. From your vantage point, you can see her descent clearly, and you have an excellent view of her mound and soft pink lips before the orc's tip slams between them, and you are amazed at how quickly and flexibly they stretch open around the orc's cock. Feeling it happen is one thing, and overwhelming enough, when you see it happen you realize just how amazing the accomodation is - lips that were centered a moment before are now stretched out in a ring of bright pink, their edges nearly touching her thighs on each side as they slide down around the orc's member until the catgirl is completely settled in his lap, her legs splayed out to either side but neither of them stretching quite far enough to rub against the orc's legs, or you atop them. With this girl, though, the orc has other plans, as he keeps his hand hooked around the girl's slender waist, lifting her up a ways into the air before pumping her back down onto his cock, a sudden slamming motion that elicits a short, gasping moan from her and a grunt from him. The impact is sufficient to send reverberations through both of their bodies, the flesh on her thighs rippling even as you can feel the orc's leg twitch up under you. The two of them quickly get into a steady rhythm, your face close enough that you can see all of the details, her pussy lips stretching in and out along his girth and leaving new glistening trails of moisture as the orc continues his pounding. The musky scent of their mating wafts into your nostrils, and you realize that the sight and sound of the girl being fucked are beginning to rekindle your own arousal. The motion of the orc's leg begins to feel good against you, and you find your hips beginning to angle downward to hump back agaisnt the leg between them, gently at first and then more vigorously as your mind focuses intently on the sharp feminine moans ringing out above you. Despite her enslavement, the catgirl seems to be getting into it, her hips soon bucking on their own as her small breasts bouncing enthusiastically on her chest with every back-arching thrust. The vigorous fucking culminates with a final, solid thrust that the catgirl spasms around, her back arching sharply as bulge in her belly edges outward significantly. The catgirl moans something wordlessly as her thighs twitch and tremble in the air next to you, the pink stretched ring of her pussy tensing and twitching against the base of the orc's green pole. You can't help but smile at the sight of another catgirl wracked in the throes of passion, and you can feel your own hips tense and roll back as your own pussy seems to twitch sympathetically to the catgirl cumming in front of you. You can feel the orc's hand begin to move again on your back, stroking your fur, and you snuggle in against his leg, feeling warm and relaxed as the catgirl in front of you makes an odd noise and the bulge in her abdomen starts to twitch. Soon, she is laid out on his other leg, both of you purring in unison as his hands play with your fur. You look over at her, and she looks back, a relaxed, sated expression on her face... but after a moment, her expression perks up, and she gives you a wink before returing to her original expression and looking back up at the orc adoringly. After spending several more minutes being petted by the orc, he eases you both down off of his legs, and shortly thereafter gets up from the throne and walks nonchalantly away through one of the room's antechambers - but not, though, before patting the head and scratching behind the ears of the golden-furred catgirl, who purrs enthusiastically in response. A few minutes later, a set of orc handlers approaches, unhooks all of your leashes, and leads you as a group into another antechamber with a larger bath. The three of you are carefully scrubbed, and your fur is dried and brushed, before you are led into another chamber nearby. This one contains a large, low mattress piled high with pillows and an inexplicable collection of sewn, plush stuffed animals in the shape and pattern of wolves. There is also a small dresser, from which the handlers pull several loose, light, gauzy garments and indicate for you to put them on. The garments don't seem to be particullarly useful, but they shimmer in the light and actually feel good against your fur. The orcs hook your leashes around a post in the room and lock them in place, closing the curtain in the entryway and causing the room to grow dim. Tired enough as you are from the events of the day, you plop happily down into the pillows and curl up in a ball, feeling the warmth of your fellow slaves as they snuggle up next to you. Despite everything that has happened, you are still well under the effects of your heat, which makes it easy to avoid considering the predicament you are in and simply fall asleep. You wake up the next morning, still in heat and relatively comfortable, although the collar around your neck does give you pause. The orc handlers soon arrive, though, rousing the other catgirls, and the day plays out quite similarly to the previous one, although this one involves far more waiting around in front of the throne before the orc arrives, leaving you considerably frustrated and eager to receive his unusual brand of sex when he does. Waiting around, you get to talking a little with the other catgirl slaves, at least until the courtiers come over and tell you to be quiet. The golden-furred one is called Larell'ae, who lived in a small, mixed-race village in the desert far south from the orc city, close enough to the coast that she could clearly describe the sound of the blue waves lapping along the shoreline, and the sight of the tall-masted wooden ships that occasionally moored off the beach to bring exotic goods from far-off lands. She was captured while foraging for food on a nearby grassland apparently claimed by the orcs, and was brought back to the city by a platoon of soldiers and was forced to service them before an officer discovered her and auctioned her off. The other woman, with jet-black fur and intense green eyes, is more reluctant to talk, although she eventually tells you that her name is Ivarrda, and she hails from a tiny feline settlement close to the mountain pass separating this region from the forest you call home. She clams up when you ask about how she ended up here, but you eventually find out from Larell'ae the story that she confided to her. Apparently, the settlement had met with a harsh, barren winter, and her family had run out of food and were about ready to send her out into the frozen forest to fend for herself when a bundled-up orc trader stumbled into town with a knapsack full of meat; having no money to pay him, they traded their own daughter to the orc in exchange for enough salted meat to see them through the winter. She had only been a partially-grown kit, then, when the current orc purchased her, and as soon as she matured enough to experience her first heat, the orc had immediately broken her in. Compared to their stories, you realize that your own path here has been quite tolerable in comparison. Still, you can't help but realize that your heat will end in a few days, and you wonder just how untolerable things will get after that - although the other women, although seemingly not in heat, appear to tolerate the orc's advances just fine. One night, when you're awake enough to not collapse straight into bed, they show you why: apparently the apothecary orc who captured you specializes in certain compounds used for slave girls of other races, including a spicy-smelling white salve that the women carefully massage into their mounds before bed each night. While the salve does not extend heat or fertility, when it is absorbed into the skin it somehow keeps everything moist, sensitive and flexible even in the absence of estrus. As a result, accomodating the orc is tolerable enough, although not always quite as enjoyable as it appeared - apparently, the catgirls had quickly learned that the more they played up their arousal and enjoyment, the less harsh the orc would be with them. So, heat or no, you settle into a fairly predictable routine. Whenever the master orc was home and holding court, the three of you are always at his side, or frequently in his lap. Apparently, the orc wasn't joking about you being the perfect fit and the "sheath for his sword," as he will frequently impale you on his cock and then simply pull you into his lap, not even bothering with anything even approaching sex and simply letting your insides stay warm and snug around his cock, which inexplicably manages to stay motionless and erect inside you for hours on end. Often, he will hold court and conduct business with other orcs while you sit on his lap, or occasionally with one or two of you splayed out along his legs, his cock visibly coated with your juices and uncovered between his legs when he does business. Some of the orcs who see this display look quite disconcerted, or even visibly sickened, although some others seem to admire the decorumless display as a symbol of his apparently vast power. Whenever a female orc comes to call, however, you are all quickly whisked off to an antechamber and hidden away behind flowing curtains until she has taken her leave. As the days pass, you realize that you actually feel somewhat torn. When you were kidnapped and auctioned, your disgust for the orcs and the horror of your situation was tempered by the heat, and you felt sure that when its effects had ended, that the full weight of the situation would come crashing down on you and leave you miserable. On the contrary, though, you realize that in a certain perverse way your new life is possibly better than your old one. Even though you are slaves, the orc's affluence extends even to your level, and while you are required to eat out of dishes placed on the floor, the food that they contain is far higher in quality than most of what you were able to catch or buy on your own. It leaves you feeling healthier, and your fur quickly becomes sleeker and more vibrant than it has ever been before, helped along by regular brushings that make it feel far more clean than your previous occasional dips in a nearby stream. While you are a slave in fact, your job is not particularly strenuous or backbreaking - as you are reserved for the pleasure of your master, any other chores that could potentially sully your attractiveness are forbidden. Aside from being encouraged to play together in an enclosed courtyard during times when you are not attending to his needs, nothing else is required of you. Even the sexual obligations are not particularly strenuous, as they mostly just involve accomodating his cock - while he seems to prefer randomly grabbing the other two and giving them a vigorous humping, in between he seems to prefer snuggling with and inside you, running his hands endlessly over your soft fur while grunting contentedly. Beyond that, you are occasionally called upon to entertain other male family members or favored nobles at the lavish dinner parties he occasionally holds, warming their laps and occasionally their cocks. While some of them occasionally get a bit rough after the meal and too much wine, splaying you across the table and humping you mercilessly from behind, the salve ensures that it is easy enough to endure. Overall, though, it is a life of relative ease and plenty, and as you get to know the orcs, they don't seem as bad as your preconceptions of them - all of the orc handlers are nice enough to you, and over time you realize that you are beginning to see your orc master as even somewhat attractive (although, to be sure, with his cosmetic treatments he is far more appealing than most other orcs). On the other hand, though, the gilded collar around your neck, no matter how nice it looks, remains as a constant reminder of the freedon you have lost, and while it is not wholly unpleasant, you are well aware that the orc can force himself on you whenever he pleases, and there is nothing at all you can do but submit. Slowly, as the days stretch into months, you realize that any hope of freedom is long gone - if any rescue was forthcoming, it would have long since arrived, and holding out any hope for it is pointless. As a result, you find yourself adapting to your new life more and more, taking its inconveniences and indignities in stride. In fact, for the most part, you even begin to ignore the collar around your neck, and just think of your situation as your new life. You don't even think about the consequences of being owned - not, that is, until over a year has passed and you enter into your fourth heat in captivity. This time, when you are led into the throne room, you notice the other two women are missing, although the orc remains in his throne. You expect to be led over to him, but instead, one of the orc courtiers secures a post into the floor in front of and slightly to the side of the throne, and your leash is secured to it instead. Puzzled, you crouch down on the floor trying to make sense of it, but as you do, your nose perks up at a familiar, half-remembered smell that instantly leaves our belly warm and pussy throbbing. With a shock, you quickly recall what the smell is: the musk of a male feline. As you recognize it, you see a trio of naked catmen, all with tawny fur somewhat similar to yours, led out from one of the alcoves. They have already been exposed to the scent of your heat, their cocks standing at attention, as their leashes are removed and they are allowed to roam around the throne room. Watching as they circle around you, walking ever closer as their noses twitch in response to your heated scent, you suddenly realize what is in store for you. Apparently, the orc is sufficiently enamored with you that he isn't satisfied with just one... and why wait around and sort through more slave auctions when you can rent some pent-up male cat slaves and produce some of your own? As the realization hits you, you crouch down, suddenly mortified. To deal with this yourself is one thing, but to have offspring, bring them into a world where they will know nothing of slavery under the thumb of orcs, no matter how nice... The though is abhorrent to you, but even as you crouch down, trying to protect your crotch, you can feel the moisture flowing copiously from it, even as the heat builds to agonizing levels from the male presence. Already, the males are closing in on you, and you know that as you are chained to the post, you can't even try to run and escape once they are on you. You look into their eyes, trying to plead with them through eye contact alone, as you don't know what the orc would do if you voiced your opposition aloud. The one in your line of vision looks back, and you can see an equally pained look in his eyes - he knows what is wanted of him, and you can see by the hesitation of his motions that he wants to resist. At the same time, though, his cock is straining forward and seeming to pull the rest of him along, and you know that if they have been denied access to a female for a long time, the men might as well be in heat themselves. Whether they try to deny it or not, it is only a matter of time before they are overtaken by their own instincts. In that respect, you are not having a much easier time of it - despite your efforts to keep your tail tucked firmly between your legs, you feel a thrill every time its fur brushes against your mound, and that in turn causes it to arch up and curl along your back, leaving you exposed. Your hips keep wanting to tilt back as well, and it takes all of your willpower not to let them. The males circle closer, though, and soon their cocks are close enough to touch - you try to tune them out, but your eyes seem drawn to them, and you can feel yourself panting, your tongue lolling out, as your arousal and frustration increase exponentially. Your willpower holds out until one of the males outside of your line of vision gently lays a hand on the small of your back, and you find yourself instinctively rolling forward onto your hands as your back arches and your hips jut out to put your swollen, ready pussy on display. The sight is enough to cut through whatever resolve the men might have had, and within moments of your display you are effortlessly mounted. Compared to the orc you are used to, the feline cocks seem barely noticeable at all, at least until they pull out - their spines are still more than enough to stimulate you in the proper feline fashion, and you are soon cumming and moaning beneath them as they mate you repeatedly, one after the other. In the position you are in, you can see the orc clearly, and he looks on with amusement and strokes his exposed cock as the catmen slake their pent-up urges by taking turns with you for hours on end. Being in heat, you don't mind at all, and mewl plaintively at them during the few short periods of time when one or the other of them is not inside you. In almost every respect, you enjoy the constant mating and the deep relief it provides immensely, aside from the small voice still lingering in the back of your mind and reminding you of the consequences that await you as the result of giving in... When the catmen finally get tired out and curl up to sleep beside you, you can feel the warmth of their seed filling your womb, and what that will mean. Even though you are almost certainly bred from the first session, you are kept tied to the post and repeatedly serviced by them for three more days, until your heat breaks early... another clear sign that your fertility has been ensured. Afterwards, you are taken to a separate chamber and removed from your usual duties. Sure enough, your belly soon begins to swell, and several months later, with surprisingly adept orc midwives assisting, you give birth to a healthy litter of ten: four boys and six girls. You admire their cute, fuzzy faces as they snuggle in your arms, looking up at you without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, cannot ignore the feeling of dread settling into the pit of your stomach. The story of Ivarrda's experience, and being broken in by the orc on her first heat, is still fresh in your memory. Looking down at your babies, your mind begins to imagine unbidden what will occur only a few short years from now: how you will almost certainly be made to lie there, spent, on the orc's knee while your own daughters are forced down around his cock. You imagine their cries, their screams of pain and shock slowly subsiding to perverse, heated moans, and for the first time in your life you feel a deep, unimaginable sense of regret. You know that it is impossible to deny it now: this is the fate of your lineage, your daughters and granddaughters, generations that will know only submission and slavery to the unforgiving orcs. For a moment, you flash back on that long-ago, fateful encounter, and suddenly wish that you could have done something, anything, different that might have prevented this chain of events from occurring. You know, though, that it is far too late for that. While your life goes on much as it has before, it does so now with a deep, abiding sadness, as you watch your girls grow while knowing full well exactly what lies in store for them. THE END

SECTION=orcslam {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))} As you walk past the ugly, lumpen orc, the sneer still subtly visible on your face, you sniff in his general direction and mutter a smartass comment ridiculing his stupid, fat face, along with a couple of other generally disrespectful remarks. Despite the fact that his lumpy ears don't look all that sensitive, though, his hearing is apparently far more keen than you realized, and you only make it a couple of steps further down the path when a solid hand thumps down on your shoulder and spins you around. "Humph!" he snorts, giving you a disdainful look of his own, and rather than being dull, his eyes seem to sparkle with a certain degree of intelligence. He's smart enough, at least, to realize the meaning behind what you said. "Bloody arrogant cat-people! Always looking down your haughty, fluffy noses at us, like we're some sort of dumb, uncultured brutes! I'll have you know, woman, that I have a full education in lore and herbology, and I'm certainly more knowledgeable than an air-headed hunter and breeder like you! But no, you cat-things think you're sooo much better, just because you've made up some false standard of beauty that elevates you and degrades anyone else unlucky enough to measure up to your annoying litheness! Well, fine. You want to play stereotypes, we can do that. I was content enough to go about gathering up some components for medicine, and I would have been happy enough to simply let you walk past unmolested... but if you'd like me to act the way you apparently think I should, well, I guess a savage like me can't see anything all that morally wrong with stuffing you into my sack and selling you off on the orc slave market. While I don't always agree with the philosophies behind such a practice, I do enjoy a spot of revenge from time to time, and seeing you humbled and worked over will do quite nicely to ensure that you pay in full for the folly of your slight. Plus, I certainly can't complain about the price selling you off would fetch; after all, grabbing an annoying catgirl is certainly more economically efficient than hunting about for all of these bloody obscure herbs. Catgirls, after all, go for a premium on the market, mainly because of their guaranteed periodic eagerness, and how stretchy and accommodating they can be..." The orc gives off a cruel grin at this, which in turn sends a shiver down your spine. Your hand quickly flicks toward your knife, your legs tensing to either pounce or run, but the orc just laughs and grabs your wrist in a crushing grip, the knife clattering from its scabbard and falling away onto the forest floor. Both of your arms are quickly entangled, and in a few moments he's managed to bundle you up and toss you headfirst into his sack, which then suddenly lurches up and arcs through the air to land with a thump against his back. You gasp at the impact, flailing about in the dark sack, your body thumping slightly against him with each step as he sets off in an unknown direction. The sack is dark and uncomfortable, its rough fabric rubbing annoyingly against your fur, and its contours hold your body in a weird, twisted, and almost inverted position. Your head is down towards the bottom of the sack, which you realize was not entirely empty - several sprigs of flowers and herbs, slightly crushed from your entry, rub against your face with each step, their mingling scents annoyingly unpleasant. On top of everything else, you can feel the itch of your heat beginning to spread again, along with a yowling rage. You struggle against the sack's confines, hissing and yowling, but the orc simply plods on, generally ignoring your displeasure. After a few minutes, though, you realize that regardless of everything else, you still have your claws, and that even the thickest sack ought to be no challenge against them. Snarling, you extend your claws, hacking away at the coarse fabric of the sack. As predicted, it shreds easily, and soon there are several rapidly expanding holes in the burlap - as an added bonus, your claws also get to scratch at the orc beneath, shredding the back of his shirt but not appearing to do much if any damage to the tough skin beneath. The orc does take notice, though, and before the sack comes apart enough for you to make an escape, he grabs it and upends the thing over his head. True to form, you twist in the air and manage to land on your feet, turning towards him with fangs and claws bared. He simply laughs in response, and sweeps one of his arms in a wide arc, far more quickly that you had anticipated the lumbering creature could move. The arm catches you in the abdomen and sends you flying, landing on the ground several meters away and gasping as the impact knocks the breath from your lungs. You try to catch your breath, but suddenly the orc is looming over you, grinning with an odd sense of enthusiasm. "Hauh! Was wondering when you were gonna get around to doing something. Struggling and angry... just how I like it!" The orc suddenly kneels in front of you, one of his hands pressing down hard on your abdomen and knocking the wind out of you anew, while the other reaches up and wraps around the front of your leather top and the bra beneath. He rips it away in one savage motion, the ties holding for barely an instant before snapping away around your sides. A moment later, the hand hooks around the waistband of your leather bikini, and you flinch as the fabric slides roughly across your crotch as he rips the bikini and panties away even more easily. In just a few short moments, you are completely stripped and pinned helplessly to the ground, the orc ignoring your legs as they flail against him, failing to faze him at all. Instead, the orc simply uses one hand to tug down his pants. Orcs, apparently, aren't much for underwear, as the pants fall away to reveal a thick green pole already standing erect, a formidable crown of flesh flaring out atop the wart-covered shaft. You only get a brief look, though, before the orc's hands deftly grab each of your ankles and shove them back and out, pinning them to the ground not all that far away from your head, your back arching abruptly to compensate while your pussy is tilted almost straight up. The rest of his body is also in motion, though, and even as your feet slam into the ground, you feel a sudden impact between your legs as the orc rams his cock home. The impact is so abrupt and intense that you don't even have time to properly react before the shaft is driving in. The orc has good aim, to be sure, his shaft slamming right up against your inner lips, and you can feel the impact of the shaft ramming them partway down into your passage before they finally stretch out around him, his girth squeezing them against your inner walls as the flesh stretches absurdly. Due to your heat, though, the feeling is more intriguing than painful, although you feel a jolt deep inside as his cock slams into your cervix and seemingly driving it deeper inside you as your hips wobble around him. Seemingly the only part of your inner lips that weren't rammed and stretched inside are your clit and its rapidly retracting hood, the orc's shaft is sufficiently thick that the edge of it rubs up against your clit directly, your button repeatedly flicking up against the wartlike protrusions on the orc's cock as he draws it slowly and deliberately out. Your pussy lips are suddenly stretched out in the other direction, and you can see them pulling away from your body, stretching and clinging to his shaft before rolling back inside as he slams into you again.This time, his sizable balls smack against your ass as he manages to hilt himself fully, your hips feeling almost like they are about to dislocate as your body attempts to adapt to his shape. As your cervix rocks back and your hips shudder against his latest thrust, you realize that in a way you're actually halfway lucky - if you were almost any other species of woman, save perhaps for an orc or something even more titanic, you'd probably already be screaming in pain, broken and battered inside. Instead, somehow, your heat-infused body simply acknowledges that it is being mated, your resilient inner walls finding some way to stretch out snugly around him, and instead of screaming in pain and terror, you cry out in ecstatic relief as his slamming thrust deep inside convinces your heated mind that it is being properly mated despite the orc's lack of proper feline spines. Of course, it certainly helps that you happen to be in heat - such is the nature of your feline arousal that your body is willfully enjoying what the orc probably intended to be a savage and brutal rape. The first thrust was a shock, to be sure, and the second is a little rough, but filled with an oddly comfortable stretching sensation as your body conforms snugly around his sizable shaft. The third thrust is a liquid wave of pleasure stroking ecstatically against every sensitive inch of your inner passage, your clit thrumming happily as the warts on the shaft bump it from side to side. By the culmination of the fourth thrust, your cute, warbling orgasmic moan fills the air, your pussy lips and inner passage pulsing concentrically as they squeeze and milk at the shaft in a steady, automatic rhythm, each contraction sending another zap of ecstasy tingling down your spine. The orc, for his part, seems shocked and severely disappointed by your display, although his eyes go wide as you begin to clench and spasm around him. He lets out a grunt shortly thereafter, and you can feel hot splashes of seed splattering up against your recessed cervix from the tip that continues to press tightly against it. As you begin to come down from the climax, your body beginning to protest its awkward position, you wait for the orc to soften and pull out. He pulls most of the way out, copious amounts of seed squeezing out from between your stretched pussy lips along with it, but instead of coming all the way out he slams right back in again, his rock-solid erection seemingly unfazed by his voluminous climax. Your body undulates under his slamming thrusts, the pressure of his shaft against your insides and along your clit at least as intense as anything you've ever felt before. The orc grumbles as your body thrills against him, watching seemingly dispassionately as you climax twice more, the second one punctuated by more spurts of hot seed deep inside. This time, he pulls all the way out, releasing your legs and allowing your hips to roll back down with them. Your legs land on the ground and splay out to the sides, your feet flopping around as they are tugged along by the powerful shuddering of your thighs as your climax finishes playing out. You are still catching your breath, your pussy giving off an occasional twitch as it trickles out a steady stream of fluid, when the orc grabs you by the shoulder and bodily rolls you over onto your stomach. Instead of trying to get you to form a mounting position so that he can go at you from behind, he just grabs your waist with his massive hands. The fingers almost encircle the entire circumference of your waist, and he quickly hauls your hips into the air, holding them aloft with his own strength. As soon as your hips are level with his crotch, he pulls them abruptly back, his cock slamming against your abused pussy lips and ramming them back inside. By now, your heat is in the comfortable state of mid-mating, and your body doesn't offer up even token resistance; instead, you just slide forward against the ground with the impact of each thrust, your breasts rubbing pendulously against the soft loam as the dirt streaks your fur. The thrusts continue, steadily and mercilessly, your body rocked with orgasms at regular intervals until you finally drift into an exhausted, semiconscious state, several more thrusts thudding dully across your fading awareness, followed by bursts of liquid heat that seem to go on and on. Finally, you are vaguely aware of your lips clinging and stretching one last time against his shaft before it pulls out, his hands releasing you to flop down prone against the cool earth. You are exhausted, unable to move, your extremities still twitching randomly as your body tries to recover. You can hear a shuffling of cloth behind you as the orc tries to rearrange whatever is left of his clothing, and a few moments later you feel his arms encircling you again as he grabs you and slings you over his shoulder. Your body, limp as it is, arches over easily, your head bumping softly against his chest and your legs dangling down over his back as he begins walking once again, carrying you openly as his prize. You can feel his shoulder pressing firmly against your belly, which is still warm from his accumulated seed, and just beyond your ass bounces softly in response to each step, your pussy still twitching rhythmically as a steady stream of your combined cum trickles down along your stretched, overly stimulated pussy lips and down across your sore yet fully erect clit, forming rivulets that flow all the way down your thighs and calves before finally dripping down from your twitching toes. The orc walks along, muttering under his breath about your annoying catgirl enthusiasm and your perplexing enjoyment of his savage assault. As the orc continues onward, though, you quickly succumb to the combination of the mated exhaustion and the lulling, rolling rhythm of your captor, quickly falling into a deep and surprisingly restful sleep. When you awaken again, the sun is high in the sky on the following day, and you find yourself propped up by his hands in a standing position, still completely naked and with evidence of your copious matings matting the fur along the inner parts of your legs. You are both standing in a corner of a bare wood-walled room, and looking through the door you can see that you're atop a large, raised wooden platform in a place you don't recognize, just off what appears to be the town square of a well-built village - a village you soon realize is the surprisingly sophisticated home of this particular band of orcs. You recall, with disturbing clarity, what the orc had said just before he stuffed you into the sack and made off with you, and your heart sinks as you realize your predicament: a captive of the orcs, probably about to be sold off into slavery, with little or no chance to escape against an entire, well-populated village of creatures that you couldn't possibly take on even one-on-one. The orc behind you seems to notice that you're awake and able to stand on your own, his hands moving subtly over your body to rest on your hips, pulling your rump back to the point that you can just barely feel his presence agaisnt your fur. Given his stature, you only brush back against his thighs, his bulge nudging up between your shoulder blades. He begins to speak, his tone soft but with a cruel, sneering edge, as one of his hands leaves your hip and brushes along the fur on your lower abdomen, the fingers sliding down across your pubic triangle and halting just above the exposed pink skin of your swollen mound. "And so, my frustrating, stuck-up catgirl, here we are. Just over there in the main square is the main auction block, where the next stage of your life, and your humbling, will begin. As it may now be clear to you, while I may be a learned orc, I still have my ancestral instincts and appetites at my disposal. I will have my revenge for the insults that you, a lower race, dared to spit out against me. Over time, you will come to know exactly where you stand in the proper hierarchy of things: a slave, a plaything, a source of enjoyment for a race that by all rights is your superior. However... despite my undeniable inner thirst for my own revenge and the witnessing of your own humiliation, I do have at least the slightest sense of benevolence. Therefore, I am going to offer you a simple choice. In a moment, my hand is going to press in against your very comfortable sex, and I am going to see how you react. If you rub your furry body back against me, give yourself over to my power, and cum around my fingers with those cute little moans of yours - in short, if you demonstrate an understanding of your place and a willingness to obey, and therefore also demonstrate to me that you are completely boring as far as my tastes are concerned - I'll auction you off at the marquee event, as a prime catch to some of the richest orcs in town to be part of their harems. I'll get my gold, you'll still be a slave, and probably fucked mercilessly, but at least it will happen surrounded by opulence. However... struggle against me, try to break free from my grip, or otherwise deny me, demonstrating that you haven't learned a thing from this at all, and I'll choose some other option, one that's guaranteed to be much less pleasant. If you fight back hard enough, maybe I'll even keep you for myself, and see if I can break you properly once your pesky heat is over. To be truthful, I halfway hope that you'll choose to resist and provide me with some more fun, but if I was in your shoes, I'd probably choose the first option..." ((Succumb to the orc's touch|orcslave)) ((Wait until his grip relaxes and try to escape|orcescape)) ((Call in an airstrike|airstrike))

SECTION=orcmaze {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))} Even though you don't much trust the orc's word, playing his game at least gives you some kind of a chance - after all, it's a big maze, and there might yet be a way to use it to your advantage. The walls of the maze are fairly narrow, which means that there is the potential to get caught between an orc and a hard place, but on the other hand, there's only one orc and a multitude of paths. Plus, you have another card to play that the orc might not be aware of. The orc has so far only seen you in the midst of your heat, where the drive to mate and your body's preparations for it eclipsed the true extent of your natural abilities. Now that your mind is no longer clouded and your muscles are no longer unpredictably wobbly, what you might lack in strength you more than make up for in speed and flexibility, something the orc might not realize until it's too late. You start off into the maze at a decent clip, picking one of the other entrances, and choosing paths from there mostly at random to see if any of them manage to lead anywhere interesting. For your efforts, you manage to come across the blank stone walls at the culmination of three dead ends, one of which contains another skeleton with a lizardlike skull. You try to ignore it, hoping that the orc is true to the words about killing at least, and continue onward. As you turn around from another dead end, though, you see the orc walk around the corner and into your current path, a short mazelike hallway the only thing betwen the two of you. With the wall at your back, you realize that there is only one course of action. You tense your legs as the orc stands there, smirking, gloating in the knowledge that he's managed to catch you after such a short time. As he takes a leisurely step forward, though, you spring into action, your feet flying along the stone floor of the corridor as you run straight at the orc with every bit of speed you can muster. The orc is momentarily taken aback, but then smiles anew at your apparent suicide charge, flinging his arms open wide to bear-hug you to him as soon as you impact. What the orc doesn't realize, though, is that charging him is hardly your intent. A couple of steps before reaching him, your tail suddenly flicks off to the side, as your legs tense slightly before springing up. Using your momentum, you jump off to the side, your feet landing against the wall and rebounding as you do an angled kick-jump off of it, flipping easily around the orc's flailing arm as he grabs for you and vaulting over his head. Using your tail for balance, you stick a perfect landing a couple of steps behind him, and a moment later you are off like a flash back down the maze corridor as he turns around in the narrow confines in order to chase after you. Darting around a corner, you realize that you could easily hit another dead end any minute now, and your trick probably won't work if you're cornered a second time. On the other hand, the wall-kick maneuver that you tried earlier has your mind quickly thinking in a new direction. The walls of the maze are tall, but they don't go all the way up to the maze's cavernous ceiling - there is a gap between them that is probably large enough for you to stand up in. The walls are still quite tall, but the corridors are narrow enough, and you are athletic enough, that you might just be able to pull it off... You wait until you find a reasonably long corridor, and you start your approach even as you hear the footfalls of the orc stomping around the corner. You don't even look back, instead getting up a good set of momentum, and then jumping up towards the nearest wall. You hit just right and rebound up, shifting your body in midair as you cross the corridor and hit the other wall slightly higher up. You kick off of that and flip back over, gaining more altitude each time, and with the culmination of the sixth walljump you flip your body over and land a perfect handstand atop one of the narrow stone walls. You quickly get to your feet, looking down at the orc, who is now standing in the corridor just below you, looking up in disbelief. A muted curse escapes his lips, but before he has a chance to do anything more, you are off and running along the narrow ledge. From your new vantage point, the maze stretches out in front of you. You can see all the pathways, and could probably easily find the path to run along towards the exit, but you realize there is an easier way that that. Since the squared-off corridors are narrow and parallel in many areas, you can simply hop from ledge to ledge until you reach the outer wall, and just hop down from there. You quickly put your plan into practice, bounding from wall to wall, towards the faint glow of light coming from what look to be a pair of torches in wall sconces. In less than a minute of careful leaps, you reach the outer wall and hop down, free of the maze. You run over towards the torches, finding them on either side of a narrow doorway framing a set of steps that lead up from the basement. You run up them quickly, and soon find yourself back in the house, entering it through the openable false back of a previously unseen closet. Given that the orc apparently can't pull off a similar feat and has to navigate the maze directly, you figure you have a few minutes, at least, before he can muster a serious response. You bound through the house, trying to remember which rooms possibly contained windows. The first one is still secured with heavy shutters, but the second one, a couple of floors up, has one of the shutters left ajar - with you ostensibly secured within the maze, the orc had apparently been slightly more lax with letting air into the dim, musty house. You push the shutter the rest of the way aside and manage to squeeze through. The window frame is open-air with a light screen, one that quickly disintegrates from a few swipes of your claws. From the window directly, it's a straight drop quite a ways down, but you can see the eaves of the building's haphazard roofline reasonably nearby. You jump over the window ledge and hang along it with your hands, edging your way along the ledge until you can twist your flexible body over and hook the edge of the roof with your feet. From there, you manage to swing over and up, running along the roof's ceramic tiles until you spot a lower level of roofline and then another, dropping down from each one until you can easily descend to the street below. You realize that it is night outside, although to your feline eyes the light level is still bright enough with the ambient moonlight that you don't immediately notice the difference. What orcs are out on the streets, however, do not seem to be similarly equipped, and the few out are clearly marked by the torches they carry, allowing you to easily navigate through the shadows, using the various yards and alleyways to move silently around them. In one of the yards, you find a pile of orc clothing drying on a flat rock - apparently they are unfamilair with clotheslines - and while the fabric is mugh too large for you, a few quick swipes of your claws manages to produce something akin to a loose robe, and a strip of cloth to tie it closed. Not perfect, but better than being naked if you happen to come across anyone. You make your way out of the city, sneaking through the open gates under the noses of a couple of dozing guards. Still running on ample amounts of adrenaline, you beat feet down the nearest road, trying to put as much distance between you and the orc city as possible. By the time the sun begins to show over the horizon, a different village appears in the distance, and you make your tired way towards it. The village turns out to be a decent wolfen trading town, and despite a few suspicious glares, the fact that you are not an orc makes you a reasonably welcome sight (apparently, some of the slaves the orcs use come from the surrounding area, and there is little love lost between the two peoples). The only possessions you have at the moment are your makeshift cloak, but you are reasonably skilled in a few other things and are quickly able to earn a bit of gold. Oddly enough, this mostly involves carving and painting oddly misspelled signs for various merchants that already seem to have some, but you can hardly complain once the gold clatters into your hands. With your earnings, you are able to buy some slightly oversized but serviceable worn leather hunting gear, and a fairly crappy wooden spear. It's enough, however, for someone with your hunting skills, and a day's exploration in the surrounding forest nets you several of the local landbound fowl and a reasonably-sized boar, which leads to more gold in your pocket and food in your belly. You stay on for a couple of weeks, staying in a local inn, and once you acquire an actual bow, your income appreciates noticeably. At the end of the span, you have acquired a decent amount of provisions, plus a reasonably detailed map of the region to help facilitate your journey back home. The wolf people are sorry to see you go, given your hunting skills and the quality of your catch, but you will be glad when you are far from the orcs and on your way home. The journey is more arduous than you initially anticipated, and you spend more time in a border village to earn the cold-weather gear and hire the guide you realize will be necessary to make your way over the mountain pass. The journey over is arduous and freezing, as the both of you clamber over steep slopes and slippery ledges, but eventually you make your way through the pass and slowly back down over the foothills to more temperate climes. The guide leaves you at the end of the pass, and you continue on, through the surrounding grasslands and the occasional vilages that dot the terrain. By the time you reach a familiar path, your supplies are running low, but you know that you are close to the edge of the forest that your village lies somewhere within. While there is still a decent trek to get back, you are heartened that your home is once again finally within reach. You camp out near the path on the outskirts of the forest, drifting towards sleep as you admire the stars above, and finally allowing yourself to acknowledge your success - held captive, against incredibly long odds, you managed to fight free and make your way back. It finally sinks in just how lucky you are, and how dreary the fate was that you managed to avoid. As you fall asleep, for the first time in months you allow yourself a chance to relax, and with your home now in reach you feel a substantial glimmer of hope for the first time in far too long. You awaken in the morning from a pleasant dream that you can't quite remember, feeling better than you have in ages. Actually, you're feeling perhaps a little too good, and you quickly realize why. There is a familiar warmth settled deep within your belly, just barely noticeable, but steadily growing. You are also clearly aware of the fabric of your panties pressing in between your legs, and the slight damp spot that is already forming on them. Your journey back has already taken several months, and the cycle of your heat has come around once again. You get up, eating lightly, and look down the road into the forest with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. If you swiftly make your way back to your village now, you are certain to be greeted with the warmest reception possible - and a litter of kittens a few months later, the reason that you'd decided to instead venture out into the forest int he first place. On the other hand, given what you've encountered so far in the forest, you know that trying once again to spend your heat somewhere within it has the possibility to lead to more problems than it's worth. Perhaps it's wisest to just get home safely and worry about the rest later... or, at the very least, maybe there's another reasonably safe village somewhere along the path where you can ride out your newly developing heat. ((Make your way swiftly back along the main path|postorcpath)) ((Travel along the path, looking for a non-feline village|postorcvillage)) ((Randomly explore the forest until your heat is resolved|postorcforest))

SECTION=orcmazed {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))} Something the orc said begins to get to you, about having a fighting chance as opposed to no chance at all. If your passivity is working on the orc at all, it's working so gradually that it could take days to wear him down - days without food that would leave you weaker if you did finally have to try something. You realize that your highest rate of success will be when you are fresh and have enough energy to put up a good fight. You stand up, considering how you want to approach your first attempt... ((Enter the maze|orcmaze))

SECTION=orcescape {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))} It isn't easy to resist the orc's fingers as they slide down your abdomen and curl in between your legs - after all, your heat is now well-established, and his touch elicits a moan no matter how hard you resist. You try to squirm your hips around to dodge his fingers, and for the most part you succeed, as they push against one thigh or the other without making solid contact on your mound. The orc grunts and pulls his hand back just a bit, probably in order to slam his fingers in and leave you twitching against him, but he underestimates your speed and the limberness of your body. You arch your back and twist your hips around, rotating the core of your body out from around his arm, and before he can move to grasp you again, you elude his reach. You don't even bother to fight this time, and instead turn tail, darting through the doorway and onto the wooden platform. You glance back for a moment, the orc's bulky frame momentarily caught in the doorway, the door frame splintering slightly as he muscles through. You catch a quick glimpse of his face, which sports an oddly pleased smile, before you turn back and concentrate on the task of escape. You run along the platform, quickly noticing the crowd of orcs milling about in the square below. Upon seeing your escape, some of them howl, almost seeming to be cheering you on - or perhaps they are cheering on your captor, or the spectacle that would result if you are caught. On the platform, though, two orcs wearing partial metal armor are trying to move in and cut off your escape. You dart between the two before they get close enough to grab you, dodging around the varous crossbar poles and assorted chains that litter the wooden stage. Your eyes flick around, trying to find a decent route of escape. Simply jumping off the platform is out of the question, as you would land in the waiting arms of the crowd below. Off towards the end of the stage, though, past another wooden structure, you can see a series of wooden steps that seem to lead off down the cobblestone street of a side alley. You make a beeline for it, even as you can feel the wooden planks fo the stage shake beneath you with the footfalls of your captor, his long strides putting him hot on your tail. You pound down the steps and sprint onwards, even as your stride almost stumbles from the fur on your thighs brushing against your increasingly sensitive crotch. Serendipitously enough, the earlier assault by the orc is probably helping you now, as your fur is still matted against your thighs and kept further away from your mound - had it not been, it's quite possible you'd have collapsed in a twitching, moaning heap before even reaching the end of the stage. You keep it together, though, and run into the alley, your feet thudding agaisnt the stones as you weave between a cart and a few stacked crates, quickly turning the corner - only to see a crowd directly in front of you. You realize, too late, that the steps led into this alley because it is the main route for slaves to be transported for auction - either to the large group of pens, down the alleyway to your left, or to the stage itself. There is a large group heading down the alley, filling its entire breadth from building to building - a handful of orcs, and a passel of chained-together slaves, all naked and female, but from various different species. There are some catfolk, dogfolk, lizardfolk, and even a stray human woman or two, something that would surely earn this village a harsh punishment if the human warbands and their attendant mages ever discovered. Unfortunately for you, there is nowhere to run, and you don't want to plow headlong into the slaves ahead of you. You stop short, looking around to see if there is anyway to squeeze by, or something you can jump on to make a desperate bound for one of the rooftops, but that moment of hesitation is one too many - before you can find any useful action to take, a solid orc arm reverberates against your side and sends you slamming into one of the stone-walled buildings with a thudding impact. You cough and sputter at the impact, but before you hit the ground, you are pinned to the side of the building by the weight of the orc pressing against you. Despite the pressure on your body, you try to draw in a breath, but midway through the orc slams in between your legs, your pussy lips stinging from the impact even as they are simultaneously stretched, and a pillar of agony stabs through your belly as the orc hilts himself inside you even more savagely than before. Your whole body shudders with the impact, and a strangled cry escapes your muzzle, as your insides ache from an entry so sudden even they cannot properly accomodate it. You can feel your cervix throbbing with pain deep inside you, even as the orc's cock tip presses unyieldingly against its bruised surface. You try to shake off the stunned feeling from the initial impact and push back, but the orc's weight is too great - even as you struggle against the pressure, managing to draw breath at least, you feel the pressure inside lessen as the orc starts to pull out in preparation for another slamming thrust. Your inner walls burn with pain as the cock pulls against them, but the feeling is already dissolving into a sea of icy pinpricks, your mind and body seeming to lurch for a moment as your heat senses the mating, as brutal as it is, and works quickly to shift your body into the proper receptive mode as it would under the painful raking spines of your own kind. Your arms relax slightly, your body quickly losing the will to fight against what is happening to it, and while your body still rocks forward and your butt squishes back against him from the impact of the next thrust, the cock feels comfortable enough as it stretches out your inner walls. You can feel him tightly inside you, your body conforming so tightly around him that you can clearly feel the veins and wartlike bulges as they press into your yielding flesh. Even as he hilts inside you again, you can feel your clit swelling outward, its surface pushing against the warm pole dominating your pussy, and you can feel it stroking ecstatically across the sensitive button as the orc pulls slowly back. By the culmination of the next stroke, everything feels wonderful again, aside from the strangely comfortable pressure deep inside as the orc's tip mashes hard against your cervix, almost feeling like he is driving it deeper inside you. Your enthusiatic moan echoes along the buildings and down the alleyway, the orc growling in annoyance at how pleased you sound, and the slaves looking on with a mixture of terror and embarrassed arousal. The orcs in the crowd seem to be cheering at the way your orc is dominating you, something that seems to encourage him, and he follows up with a series of quick, hard slams, withdrawing only halfway before slamming back in as your body writhes against the wall, reverberating with each thrust. The combination of the impacts deep inside and the sensation of his cock tugging your clit rapidly back and forth quickly overwhelms you, and by the third short thrust your inner walls are pulsing around him as your heat rolls you into an easy, pulsating orgasm despite the orc's rough treatment of you. Your body relaxes against the wall, simply reacting limply to the orcs thrusts without even a hint of struggle against him, and after a few more thrusts the orc grumbles and pulls out. He flings you to the ground, pinning your face and chest to the cobblestones with his meaty hand, and tries humping you mercilessly in the new position. You are already well within the influence of your heated arousal, though, any thoughts of anger and humiliation shoved aside in favor of the immediacy of being mated, and all the orc gets for his trouble are more high-pitched moans coaxed from your throat, and your body trembling through a couple more orgasms that leave you relaxed and limp on the ground. By now, the crowd can sense the orc's palpable frustration at being able to break you in the way that he wants, and some of the orcs are starting to snicker at him, even as some of the males slaves, though they are afraid to say a word, have obviously tented their loincloths from watching your enthusiastic performance. Finally, the orc just glares at the crowd, pulls out without even coming, and slings you back over his shoulder. "Hmph, bloody stubborn catgirls. Still, my dear, you're proving to be much more of a challenge than I'd anticipated. Yes, I think you do have enough spirit for my tastes, a spirit that would be wasted on those wealthy cretins who pretend at running this city. Enough with the auction - you, my vaguely annoying catgirl, are coming home with me. I will find a way to put you in your place, and to give me what I want. We'll just see what kind of tune you'll be singing with that sweet little voice of yours once your heat wears off." The orc hauls you back through various streets and alleys, dropping you in a heap in the entryway of a large, dimly-lit house. The orc drops a heavy bar across the door and leaves you there, naked, to your own devices. You try to lift the bar, but it is far too heavy for you to move. Instead, you go about trying to find another way out if you can, but you quickly realize that the floor plan must have been concieved by someone truly insane - rooms and antechambers seem to connect haphazardly to each other with no obvious rhyme or reason. The furniture in the various rooms seems to be arranged equally haphazardly. You're not sure how much you explored when the orc bursts into the room, intent on jumping you again - you try to flee, but your heat makes it hard for you to run steadily, and you once again find yourself pinned to a wall and humped in the now-familiar fashion, leaving you satisfied enough and the orc disgruntled enough to wander off again, muttering. Once you are able to pull your body up off the floor and resume walking without your legs wobbling too much, you resume your exploration. Slowly, you make your way through the house over the next few days, retracing your steps many times as you try to find something new amidst the chaos - in between the somewhat frequent unsatisfying chase and wall-slamming sex from the occasionally appearing orc. Given your heated state, you don't really much mind the frequent interruptions, although your arms and legs are getting bruised from being repeatedly slammed against stone walls and floors, your fur only serving to cushion the blows so much. Your explorations, though, are as unsatisfying to you as the sex is to the orc; the only other exits you find are a handful of windows, most of which are bolted shut with heavy shutters that you can't dislodge. The only one without them instead has a set of closely-spaced metal bars, affording no escape and only an uninteresting view of an empty street and a nondescript building across it. If there is any way to escape, it isn't obvious. Of course, given the layout of the house, it's entirely possible that you missed something. Really, everything about the house seems odd - it's huge, but otherwise unoccupied, save for the skeleton of some other creature, fairly close to your own size, that you found in the corner of one of the oddly-shaped rooms... You drift off to sleep one night on a bed that is far too big for you, even as you feel the heat beginning to wane - in the morning, it will probably be gone, and if the orc wants to go at it then... you shudder involuntarily at the thought of what that might feel like. Despite your worries, though, you fall asleep quickly enough, and sleep soundly as your body recovers from its prior state. When you wake up, though, you are no longer in the room. Instead, you awaken on a cold stone floor, in the middle of an odd circular rotunda. It is surrounded by a fairly tall circular wall with four even breaks in it for an entryway - beyond them, stone hallways extend before turning abrutly with sharp corners that you can't see beyond. You look over to see the orc standing over you. He is naked, as he has been since his return home, his member flaccid but becoming tumescent as he notices you awakening. "Ah, the catgirl awakes. Take a moment, take in the surroundings, then tell me what you think of my maze." Maze? "Yes, a truly glorious thing. Built entirely of stone, an orc's height high, a truly impressive labyrinth built beneath the home that I inherited from a truly twisted relative of mine. I trust in your explorations you found at least some of the skeletons - they're mostly his, and a fair bit more litter this labyrinth. He used it for sport, his own constructed hunting ground, the minotaur in his own demented tale. Some say that he chased down and ate those he trapped here, some while they were even still alive..." "I, however, do not enjoy such sport. After all, I am technically supposed to be a healer, an apothecary, to treat at least orc life as sacred. As for the rest, I don't care much either way, but blood really wasn't much to my taste. After all, if you kill something, you can only watch it suffer and die once, but if you can find the right kind of person who can suitably survive you taking them, you can rape them indefinitely and enjoy their repeated suffering time and time again." The orc looks down at you, his grin not particularly friendly. "My nose may not be the most sensitive ever, but I am well aware that you are done with your heat. I could take you right now, and while I'm reasonably sure that you can survive regardless, you'll definitely feel it. Really, though, such an act has only limited appeal to me, as to simply grab you here wouldn't provide me with the hunt and the struggle that I desire. So, then, the rules are simple. Just me, you, and the maze. Get to the exit without being caught, and I won't come after you the rest of the day - find a way to get through on several consecutive days, and perhaps I might even consider releasing you. I will be somewhere in the maze, though, and I will do everything I can to catch you. When I do, I will take you in the way I desire, then I will drag you back here and you get to try again. Things will continue until you manage to escape for the day, or until you are unable to stand, and then we will continue again the next day. You will, of course, play this game, as you have no other choice. And with that, I will bid you farewell... for now. I'm sure we'll meet again, very soon, somewhere in the maze..." The orc takes the path directly across from you and vanishes around the corner, leaving you to decide how to proceed. ((Play the game|orcmaze)) ((Don't play the game|orcheat)) ((Become something that has bombs|bomberman))

SECTION=orcheat {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))} You think about trying to escape, but you doubt it would do any good - the orc has probably rigged the maze so that you have to go to him no matter what, and doing so would just give him exactly what he wants. On the other hand, judging form your experience so far, the thing that frustrates the orc the most is finding some way to deny him his fun. You know that he wants you to go through the maze, run, fight, put up a struggle, entertain him the way that he wants... but unlike before, there's no realistic hope of escape. Even if the maze isn't rigged, you can't imagine him keeping his word even if you do succeed in making your way through it. So, you reason, the best course of action is to simply lean back against the wall and sit there, denying him his fun. Having the orc become even more frustrated does obviously carry its own risks, but this is the only thing that has worked to stymie him so far. As the hours pass, you try to think through your predicament. Obviously, you can't outfight the orc - any physical confrontation with him, especially in these tight confines, can only lead to one undesirable and ultimately futile outcome. Of course, as you have unfortunately found out, outsmarting the orc isn't an easy task either. The problem is, it really is that simple: you, the orc, the maze. Aside from his annoyance and obvious intelligence, you know very little about him - in fact, you don't even know his name. There's little you can do to manipulate him, and trying to seduce him would probably just turn him off. You really can't think of any reasonable ploy that would have any more chance of success than what you're already trying now. So you simply sit there, thinking about random things to stave off the boredom and hoping your plan works. Some hours later, the orc stomps his way back into the rotunda and stands over you, his eyes glaring but his expression mostly blank. "Is it that you don't even want your chance at being free? Is that it? Or are you merely being stubborn and spiteful in some pathetic ploy to avoid your fate? I assure you, while it may not be quite as entertaining for me, there is nothing stopping me from taking you right here, right now. Surely, at least, you want something of a fighting chance? Keep in mind that whether you escape the maze or not, whether I have my way with you or not, when it is all done you can return to a nice bath, a warm meal, a comfortable bed for the night. Stay here, and all that awaits you is the grumbling of your own belly and a cold stone floor to sleep on. Think about that as I return to the maze, and I will await you there when you come to your senses and decide to play." With that, the orc turns and thumps back down one of the passages. You sit up on the floor, contemplating what the orc just said. Something in the orc's tone seems to indicate that you might be getting to him with your current strategy. On the other hand, given your hunger now that your heat has left you, a decent meal sounds pretty good, and there is something to his logic that some chance of winning free is better than doing nothing... ((continue to resist the orc's demands|orcheated)) ((attempt to escape the maze|orcmazed))

SECTION=orcheated {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))|((in the orc's maze|orcheat))} You consider heeding the orc's words, but the simple fact that he said them seems to indicate his growing impatience, which in turn indicates that your ploy might be working. While your stomach does grumble at the thought of a meal, your intuition is that if you stand fast, you might yet beat the orc at his own manipulative games by refusing to submit to his. So, you steel your resolve and hold fast, not moving from the spot beyond a short journey to the other end of the rotunda to relieve yourself. The hours press on, and eventually you get tired, leaning over to fall asleep curled up near the wall. When you awaken, the orc is standing over you again. "Can it be that you are such a prime example of an annoying catgirl that you lack even a sense of self-preservation? Even the lowliest orc locked in a cell will fight like a gladiator for a chance to breathe free. Surely you can see the folly in your stubbornness. I encourage you to play today, before my overabundance of patience causes me to behave unreasonably." He wanders off, but you still refuse to play, sitting in place until you curl up to sleep once again. The orc awaits you on the third day, frustration and annoyance finally making an appearance on his face as he places a wooden bowl of water beside you. "You are defying me at your own peril, you know. Perhaps you think the game is rigged, but it is not; you have a chance, just as you have always had. Sit there, though, and you will have no chance at all. I am not my relative, but perhaps it is time to let nature take its course and give this maze another decorative skeleton. I shall not warn you again." You persist, though, and on the fourth day, the orc's strained expression barely contains the seething rage lurking beneath. "Play... the... godsdamned... maze!" he growls, leaning down to bare his teeth and snarl at you before stalking off. Having gone this far, though, despite the fact that your stomach is beyond miserable and you can feel your body weakening, you are certain that you are at the verge of victory. Sure enough, after yet more hours tick on, the orc returns with an odd, almost rueful smile on his face. He is carrying a tray, from which wonderful smells waft over. He looks you over for a second before setting it down before you. The tray contains three items: a plate with a large portion of seasoned meat still on the bone, a large cup of water, and next to them a pair of clean cloth panties. "Faugh. You think you've won, then. Fine. I've had just about enough of you for a good long while. Go ahead and enjoy some food and modesty, and then we'll discuss just what, exactly, you've won." You smile in triumph - while you're not free just yet, the orc's obvious capitulation is an encouraging sign, and at the very least he's probably done with keeping you in this maze. You pull on the panties, which fit surprisingly well, the fabric conforming comfortably to your body and leaving you feeling a bit less vulnerable. Once they are properly in place, you sit back down, sniffing carefully at the meat for any off-scents that might indicate some sort of poison. The orc grins at that. "You really think I'd go to all this effort just to poison you? If I wanted you dead, I could have crushed your skull against the stone floor any time I wanted. Sniff away, though - you'll find nothing there." Indeed, you find nothing amiss, and you allow yourself to sink your teeth into the flavorful meat and consume it ravenously. As you eat, you start to feel rapidly better, although as you do you hear an occasional sound from elsewhere in the maze, as though someone else might be lurking within. You're not quite sure what that's about, but for the moment you don't really care. You wash the food down, enjoying the warmth in your belly from the meal. You realize, actually, that you feel warm and comfortable in general. You've won, after all; this round for sure, and maybe even the entire battle of wills, so you feel almost entitled to relax. What you feel, though, isn't exactly relaxation, but a delightful, tingling warmth that runs along your entire body and makes you feel snuggly and comfortable. You take a moment to roll around on the stone floor, enjoying the little shiver that runs along your spine as you arch and curl your back. As you roll around, you enjoy the feeling of the panties as they hug your hips, the soft fabric snug and comfortable between your legs, the cloth seeming to have a warmth of its own as it presses against your mound. They're so comfortable, in fact, that you can hardly imagine wearing anything else, or ever wanting to take them off. Even though they don't have much fabric, they're keeping you nice and warm, a wonderful warmth that seems to gently flow upwards until it meets with the warmth in your belly, settling a nice core of warmth into your abdomen that makes your pussy throb and the grinning orc standing above you look suddenly much more intriguing. Somehow, the sight of him instantly arouses you, and the warm feeling low in your belly rapidly grows, along with the itch forming between your legs. It's almost like you're somehow... in heat? You shake your head, wondering how that could even be possible - after all, you just came down from a cycle of heat a few days ago, which means that you shouldn't be due for another for months. Plus, even if you were somehow going back into heat, it would take hours before it really took hold, but you've somehow gone from completely unaroused to rapidly soaking panties and a happily horny body in the time it took you to eat a meal. Had the orc somehow poisoned the meat with something undetectable? You roll back up onto all fours, giving the orc a half-quizzical, half-dazed look, even as your tail arches skyward and your butt angles up instinctually into a comfortable mounting position. The orc looks back, the smile on his face spreading into a maniacal grin. Standing next to him, you notice a slightly shorter orc, this one clothed in a fine velvet waistcoat and a gilded hat that telegraphs his wealth. From the waist down, however, he wears no clothing at all, his thick member standing at attention and quickly occupying your mind. A small, retreating part of your consciousness is sounding a clear alarm, but the rest of it quickly busies itself with contemplating how wonderful that cock looks, how warm and ready your pussy feels, and how great it would feel for the cock to be thrusting inside you... a feeling that you are suddenly, palpably aching for. Your mind tingles with arousal, your hips rocking slightly in anticipation, and you pad slowly around until you are giving the both of them an excellent view of your panty-clad butt. You revel in the warm, horny feelings that thrill through your body and cloud your mind, the orc's voice reverberating fuzzily in your ears with words you can barely focus enough to understand. "Yes, my annoying catgirl, this is your victory. For a time, I had almost anticipated the excitement you could bring me, and your momentary escape was a delightful taste of that potential. Sadly, you have proven through your actions to be as truly interesting to me as watching mortar set. A shame, really, but as you can tell, I am quite sure that the potential you do have will not go to waste. As you are uninteresting to me, I will in fact trade you away, to someone more interested in your particular virtues. However, I did say that you would be humbled, and I am true to my word." You look back dazedly, waiting eagerly for one of them to take action, as the orc who captured you gestures back at your well-presented butt. "Perhaps you have somehow forgotten, but I am an orc who is wholly adept at the apothecary arts. I did not lie, in fact; neither your food nor drink were altered in any way. Your panties, however, are infused with a blend of herbs that I have perfected over the years, in an intense concentration - when exposed to your delightful pink skin, they will quickly and thoroughly bring you to the absolute apex of your heat. You are to be a slave, for sure, a slave in the most intimate way possible: for not only will you be chained, but you will be enslaved by your own undeniable desires. Properly maintained, this generated heat can last indefinitely, delivering to the fine gentleman next to me precisely what he wants; that is, a fully compliant plaything unable to put up even a token display of resistance, instead begging for it every waking hour. You wanted to be passive, to lie there and deny me my fun. So that, then, will be your fate: you will no longer hunt, or fight, or barely even think. You will live your life on your knees, only able to squirm and ache and mindlessly cum as your body is used as the pathetic toy you will soon become. Enjoy your so-called victory, my vexing catgirl, just as I will enjoy your humbling defeat. Ironically, though, you're almost sure to enjoy your new life on a certain level, as your life will now revolve around the pleasure of being fucked by the orcs you seem to despise, over and over again... and nothing else." By now, you hardly care at all about what the orc is saying, mewing plaintively as your need grows. You are, in fact, quite relieved when the orc finishes speaking and the other one kneels down behind you, pulling the comfortable panties down to stretch between your upper thighs as his tip nudges your well-lubricated pussy lips easily apart. For a moment you are overwhelmed by his size as your walls strain to stretch around him, and you yelp as his cock hammers deep inside you. That moment quickly passes, though, the presence of his cock suddenly immensely comforting and the feeling is exactly what you need. As he pulls back, you rock your hips back along with it, trying to keep it deep within you for as long as possible. Still, he pulls back to the point where his tip is just inside your pussy lips, and given how strong your sudden heat is, the feeling of emptiness is so agonizingly frustrating that within seconds you are practically begging him to fuck you. He obliges, of course, and a wonderful thrill runs through your body as it reacts and reverberates from his quick, pounding thrust. You vaguely notice the other orc watching you with a combination of triumph and disgust as your body rocks on all fours, mewing happily with each stroke as the orc has its way with your unresisting form. A few more strokes and you cum easily around his cock, shuddering between the impacts deep inside, and you are purring with relief as you enjoy the feeling of the orc's cum splashing against your cervix. You collapse into a heap on the floor as he pulls out, your muscles limp and tongue lolling as the combined moisture of your mating drips fron your still-twitching pussy. You can already feel the heat surging back, though and by the time the two orcs are finished with an unheard discussion involving the exchange of several bars of gold, your hips have wobbled their way back up into a crouched mating position. Instead of the repeat performance your body desires, though, two other more humbly-dressed orcs enter the maze, hoisting you up between them as you snuggle into their grasp, making plaintively wordless noises as you try to rub your crotch up against whatever interesting parts of them are within reach. They ignore you, though, and hall your out of the house behind the orc who has apparently purchased you. In your state, though, you hardly care who they are, or who he is, or where you are going; rather, the primary thing occupying your mind is how furstratingly empty your pussy is, and how much you want someone, anyone, to fill it again. You are taken to a well-apportioned house in an affluent district of the city, where you are tossed, naked, into a room containing a pile of soft, gilded pillows and little else beyond the crimson curtains that hang on the stone walls. You look back at the handlers hopefully, still dazed by your heat, and hardly even notice when they snap a collar around your neck and chain it to a metal post protruding from one of the walls. You're hardly in a mood to want to escape, after all, and it feels halfway comforting to have the pressure against the fur on your neck, a taste of the touch your body hopes will soon be forthcoming. You snuggle your face into the pillows, arching your back and presenting your pussy hopefully, and soon enough you are writhing and cumming under the pressure of an orc pinning you down against the pillows, happily accomodating him as he fucks you nearly senseless. After he leaves, it doesn't take long for the heat to get you going again, and shortly after your hips rock back up you are taken by another orc, and then another, your body left in a trembling, semiconscious heap. You are then left alone, and you have no energy to do anything but lie there, perversely enjoying the warmth of the seed filling your belly and steadily trickling down from your stretched pussy lips. A tiny part of your mind feels humiliated and disgusted, but you can barely even remember why you should feel that way, and you drift happily off to sleep. When you awaken, you are slightly more clear-headed, and you mostly understand what the orc from the day before says when he comes in to talk to you. Apparently, you have been bought by the man, a rich merchant, to serve as the plaything for several of his of-age sons, in the hopes that you can thoroughly satisfy them enough so that they can avoid the need for the entanglements of marriage and the subsequent siphoning-off of familial wealth. To you, though, the whole thing seems arcane and foreign, the words struggling to sink in around the thoughts of what you'd like the orc to be doing with you instead. He says something else, about the rewards of obedience, but your mind is no longer interested in following his words. Luckily, the clothed, talking orc soon leaves, and a naked one enters soon afterwards, the prelude to what soon becomes a template for most of the days that follow. Except to relieve yourself in a small alcove hidden by one of the curtains, you never leave the pile of cum-stained pillows that is now your home. In fact, you never even stand up, your body never making its way higher than hands and knees, and then only until one of the orcs shoves your shoulders down into the pillows, forcing your body into the traditional, animalistic mating position as he takes you. Not that you mind, though - as long as someone is humping you, you are satisfied. You oscillate between this cycle of longing, fucking, and temporary relief until long past the point where the room's natural light is switched out for lanterns hung on the walls. As the last orc to be serviced for the day leaves, your body is limp and exhausted, ut as you lay back on the pillows, you realize that the feeling of heat has faded, and you can think clearly once again. It is only then that the realization of your situation creeps back into your consciousness, along with the feelings of disgust and humiliation that accompany it - you are now a slave, in fact even less than a slave, just a heated fucktoy being used by these disgusting creatures and forced to enjoy it. You almost begin to cry, out of frustration and anger at your pitiful situation, but you resolve not to give them that last satisfaction. You even try to put up a token struggle when a pair of servants come in to brush out your fur, but you are too exahusted and limp to put up much of a fight, even when they pull out another pair of panties and slide them into place. The comfortable warmth of the herbal poultice inside begins to permeate your mound as soon as the fabric touches your skin, and the thought of even wanting to remove them quickly evaporates as the combination of the feeling and your exhaustion cause you to instead curl up amongst the pillows and fall quickly asleep. The day after that is quite similar, as is the next, and the next... each morning, you wake up with your heat fully established, and apart from reluctantly pausing to eat a couple of meals, your day is spent fucking orcs or waiting with heated frustration in between their presence. By the end of the day, the heat always fades just long enough to give you a few minutes of horrifying realization, before a pair of servants pull a new pair of panties snug against your mound, getting your ready for another heat- and rape-filled day. The days, quickly blend together, and for all that, for all but a few minutes a day you generally feel quite happy, free from the concerns of thought and given over to the pleasures of your body's limitless desire. It is only when the herbs fade each day that the anger and humiliation return, each day knowing what is being done to you and being powerless to stop it. There is a part of you that wants to simply stop thinking about it, to find a way to just get the servants to come in a bit earlier and keep you in a comfortable if thoughtless state, but another part of you refuses, hanging on determinedly to the few minutes of heat-free lucidity left to you. After an indeterminate amount of time, one night the servants come in to brush you, but there are no panties with them, and you are left naked. By the time the next morning rolls around, you are free of heat entirely, but before you can even think of any action to take a hugely muscled orc grabs your collar, unhooks it, and then grabs you in a bear hug with his thick arms and carries you down a hallway while ignoring your legs flailing against him. He chucks you in a small stone cell, slamming the barred metal door shut and securing it with a heavy metal bar. You are left alone in the cell for a few days, save for the occasional delivery of food and water. You try to escape, but the bars on the door are too closely-spaced to squeeze through, and the metal bar far too heavy to lift. There is little you can do but sit in the cell as yor thoughs come flooding back, clouded half-memories of your village and the life you used to have, a harsh contrast to your horrible situation here. Treated like a slave, used like an animal, brainwashed by your own heat to enjoy the degrading treatment. The orc was right, you realize - you have been doubly enslaved, not just by a collar and a leash, but by a body reprogrammed to betray you and force you to enjoy your own torment and humiliation. After several days pass, you awaken to see a familiar shadow looming over you. The bar lifts up and the door swings open to reveal the shape that you know it will: the orc from before, the one who kidnapped you, the one who sold you, the one whose herbs keep you in this twisted form of slavery. He grins down at you, setting down the knapsack he is carrying beside him. Within it, you can see several stacks of neatly-folded panties and several jars of an unknown substance. "Ah, and here we are again - my delightful little catgirl. Well, not precisely mine any more, but given how much of your control can be attributed to me, I can't help but feel that I have retained some stake of ownership. I am here, of course, to make a delivery that will restore that control, but on the other hand, I couldn't help myself and had to visit you. So, here before you, I have but one question to ask. Have you now, after all this time, learned your lesson? Have you finally learned your place in this world, and the respect and obeisance required towards your obvious superiors? It is possible, even now, for an appropriate answer to earn your freedom, so I await your answer with interest and anticipation." He leans down and grins at you, the triumph evident in his eyes, as you contemplate a response. ((Submit and tell him what he wants to hear|orcanimal)) ((Spit in his face|orcfree))

SECTION=orcfree {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))|((in the orc's maze|orcheat))} You look back at the orc, and the memories come flooding back in of all the horrible things he has done to you. The orc has kidnapped you, raped you repeatedly, abused you, drugged you, and sold you off into sexual slavery while perversely forcing you to enjoy your abuse though his continuing twisted method of using your body's own reproductive responses against you. The heat is gone now, though, and your head is clear - as are your feelings of loathing towards the orc kneeling down in front of you. The orc is probably lying and trying to manipulate you even now, with some vague promise of freedom if you give in to his latest mind game. But you're not going to, not now, not ever. Looking at his smirking face, you don't care what he does to you in response, as in that moment even death is better than giving the orc what he wants. You look the orc straight in the eyes, giving him a tight, strange smile. Then you open your muzzle, just enough, and hock a wad of spit right between his eyes. The orc literally jumps back at your futile assault, a puzzled, almost unbelieving expression plastered across his face. You are determined to make him believe it, though. You open your muzzle wider and start screaming at him at the top of your lungs, the anger and frustration of the last few weeks flowing out in an unstoppable torment. In no uncertain terms, you tell him exactly what you think of his kind, using particularly vivid and probably unprintable language to describe him in particular, along with your perception of the virtues of his entire familial lineage. You let him know exactly what you want to do to him, you swear that you'll never give in to him no matter what he does. You finish by telling him that regardless of your situation, you will find a way to win free and take him out, pledging to pursue him with your vengeance even beyond the corporeal world. By the time you finish your tirade, your throat is sore and you are panting for breath, but the orc in staring back at you with a stunned expression as impassive as though he were carved out of stone. He stares at you for a few seconds, unmoving. Then, unexpectedly, a grin shots across his face, and he inexplicably grabs you and hugs you close to his chest, his voice booming in your ears. "Hah! I knew I'd finally picked the right one! Despite a few slightly discomfiting setbacks, I knew that fighting spirit would finally come to the fore, and here, at long last, it is." He releases you, allowing you to settle back down in a crouch as he regards you approvingly. "You know, my plan all along was to get to to struggle against me, really struggle with all you've got, and then slowly but surely prove my superiority by breaking you bit by bit until I'd won total submission. After what you said, though, I'm beginning to think that another approach would be better. Having you pledge your undying enmity to me was, I must admit, one of the most thrilling things I've ever experienced - being an orc, such threats are rarely leveled, and when I think about it, I quite fancy the idea of having a nemesis lurking out there somewhere. A true enemy that could strike at any time, keeping me on my toes, building and strategizing until the potential arises for a truly phenomenal epic battle between us. Yes, I do believe that really does sound quite lovely." The orc looks you over again, reaching out a hand to brush down the disheveled fur on your stomach. "Just so you know," he says, reaching over into his knapsack, "I never really lied to you. Sure, some of my games might be just a bit rigged, but there was always a chance, no matter how slim, for you to win. Kind of like now, in fact." His hand returns from the sack, holding a small roll of parchment secured by a thin red ribbon. "A small token of respect, for my new nemesis. When we meet again, I expect your abilities to be such that you can make our next battle a proper challenge." With that, he stands up, slings his knapsack over his shoulder, and walks out of the room without another word. You undo the ribbon and unwrap the scroll. Inside, there is no script that you understand, just row upon row of arcane symbols. You can't seem to resist letting your eyes trace over them, though, and when you reach the end of the indecipherable passage, all of the letters suddenly glow a bright, intense red. The glow becomed brighter and brighter, finally culminating with a blinding flash, even as the entire world seems to jerk and twist impossibly around you. You stumble forward, somehow finding yourself in a standing position even as you stager forward dizzily, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the dazzling afterimages from your eyes. Even before you can see, though, you can immediately tell that things feel different: instead of cold stone beneath your feet, there is the familiar feeling of clean, even dirt, and instead of the musty scent of the cell there is the fresh, invigorating aroma of the forest. When the afterimages clear, you look around to find yourself on a dirt path at the very edge of the forest, the welcoming buildings of your own village stretching out before you. You realize that the scroll you read over in the cell must have been a transportation spell, of the same sort the orc had used to transport the both of you in the first place. Somehow, you managed to give the orc what he wanted, and the orc, finally being true to his word, had returned you to where you belonged. Home in your own village, your faculties intact, no chains around your neck or artificial heat clouding your mind. Free. You return to your home, and are welcomed back by your friends and neighbors. You think about telling them of the ordeal, but realize that you would rather not relive any of it at all, and instead simply thank them for their understanding and support. They know, of course, that something happened to you, as your unkempt fur and the reek of orc permeating it clearly indicated an unpleasant time. With it out of your mind, though, you are able to shove the recollections of it aside and return mostly to your normal life. Of course, there are still a few remnants of your experience - you can't help but look warily at your panties and always inspect them carefully before you put them on, and you refuse to wear them any time you're at home and aren't required to by way of decorum. You also give a wide berths to any orcs that you encounter whenever you're out hunting. You do keep your eye out for something else in the forest, though, and within a few days you happen across it: a mounted human patrol along one of the well-traveled dirt roads. You don't really intend to devote your life to tracking down your "nemesis" the orc, realizing now that it is far better to be done with that whole mess entirely, but you can't help giving the patrol a detailed report about the human women you saw enslaved within the orc village. At your report, the knights look rather concerned, especially when your detailed description of the faraway orc city lends considerable credence to your story. The knights mention that the city in question is near a border between orc and human kingdoms, and that an investigation will certainly take place, and decisive action taken if it proves true. You return home as the patrol goes on its way, heartened by the fact that the orc will now, more likely than not, find himself facing down a combination of human steel and spells, his apothecary knowledge put towards the more traditional use of trying to eke out bare survival for his kind against the vengeful onslaught of a proper army. It is a thought that helps you to wrap up the entire experience and put it behind you, returning to your normal life and the pleasures that you are used to. When your next heat approaches, though, you consider very strongly just staying put and taking care of it traditionally. While the prospect of a litter isn't hugely appealing, the notion of having another similar misadventure appeals to you far less. That, and somehow you can't help but be curious - slightly guiltily, but curious nonetheless - as to how your body will take to feline mating again after becoming accustomed to the size of an orc... THE END

SECTION=orcanimal {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))|((in the orc's maze|orcheat))} The realization of your situation, and the slight glimmer of freedom if you give the orc what he wants, means that you probably have little choice and to give in to the orc's latest attempt at humiliation. Plus, given how easily he was able to control you nearly every step along the way, there's a part of you that wonders if he might have been right all along. So, you do what he asks - you tell him that you have learned your lesson, and that your proper place is to be subservient and obedient to the vastly superior orcs. Enough of you apparently believes it that he finds your capitulation to be believable. "Decent words, and a decent realization. However, submission is not just about words, but about deeds. Kneel before me." You do so, and he brushes his hand along your face. "Good. Now tell me what a good little bitch you are, and how eager you are to serve." You repeat his words, feeling a spark of indignation in your chest. The notion of tantalizing hope keeps you still, though. "Excellent. I do believe that you have properly learned your place, and according to what your owner tells me, your compliance has been nothing if not exemplary. Now, open your muzzle, and enjoy my fingers when I place them inside like an obedient little slave. Struggle, bite, and there will be consequences, but do as I say, and you will have your reward." You comply, opening your mouth and letting his fingers stroke along your rough tongue. As they retreat, you realize that you can feel something remaining from their touch, something small resting on the back of your tongue... before you can even begin to consider what it is, though, one of the orc's hands tucks under your chin and tilts your muzzle upwards, while the other makes a specific, firm stroking motion down along the front of your neck, and you've swallowed whatever it was before you can even properly relax. The thing settles warmly in your stomach, a warmth that quickly expands across your chest, and you find yourself rocking back onto your butt as your legs splay out to either side from the kneeling position, your extremities suddenly very relaxed and feeling heavy enough that you don't particularly feel like moving them. "Ah, yes, compliant in every way. While you are still far too boring, even now, I have to at least be satisfied that you know your place and fully understand it. That is what you are now, an inferior animal, slavish and obedient and only here to meet the needs and whims of your orc masters. Now that you realize that, I shall grant you the ultimate reward: to permanently ensure your proper place in the noble hierarchy of orcish society." You want to protest that that isn't at all what you wanted, but you are feeling sufficiently warm and relaxed that speaking somehow doesn't feel all that important. Your limp limbs are rearranged by the orc as he lays you on your back on the cell floor, your mind mustering only the faintest flash of panic as he retrieves a pair of panties from the knapsack and pulls them slowly up your legs. The fabric pulls tight against your crotch, as effectively as a shackle around your neck, the orc's fingers massaging the fabric in against your mound until your thighs give a little shudder and the relaxation expands warmly as your consciousness fades. You awaken again amongst the pile of pillows, your body thrumming with the powerful desires of heat, the encounter with the orc fading in your memory. You go through a typical day servicing several pent-up orcs who are serenaded by your wordless moans, and at the end of the day you have only a couple of minutes to contemplate just how thoroughly the orc has won before the servants come with a new pair of panties, massaging them in in a similar form until you fall asleep. The pattern continues, and the time you have as a respite from the heat quickly shortens until it fades completely, the last lucid thought you have being the realization that since your return, no one has even bothered to chain you up at all - apparently, they no longer need to. Another week passes, and aside from your sleep, you are constantly in the most intent heat possible, your body eager and insatiable. When the week is up, the servants no longer come in at night to do anything beyond brush out your fur. Apparently, the new treatments were designed to produce a more permanent change, because even though the only thing tha touches your mound now are orcish cocks and occasionally your own desperate fingers, your state of intense heat continues unabated. Being fully in heat is now your default state, something that would be properly horrifying in your situation if your mind could comprehend it, but such thought is now beyond your capacity. Your mind overtaken by heat, you soon give yourself over to it entirely, your actions no longer governed by conscious choices but by animal instinct and desire. Memories of your old life, the people you knew, the things you did, even your own name fade from your recollection over time. It is now a rare day that you think a single logical thought, say a coherent sentence, or even speak a word beyond your animalistic purrs and moans. The entirety of your consciousness simplifies into two states: the pleasure and joy of your pussy being filled and fucked, and the agonizing emptiness and instinctual need when it is not. The orc has, at long last, finally broken you and reshaped you in his desired image: a thoughtless, lust-driven animal whose only destiny is one of subservient use. THE END or... ((indulge my catharsis|orcrespite))

SECTION=orcrespite {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))|((in the orc's maze|orcheat))} You are midway through another day, largely unaware of anything beyond the orcish cock inside you and the sensations that it is providing, when there is an odd, coughing noise from outside the room that is followed by two heavy thumps that you can feel reverberate through the stone floor. The soft coughing noise sounds again, this time much closer, and the cock inside you gives a strange, spasming twitch before falling away, the orc behind you tipping over to thud lightly into the stack of pillows beside you. You turn your head, animalistic panic flashing through you when you see his eyes oddly staring back at you from his blank face. On the side of his haid, sticking up, is a strange metal cylinder, stuck in the side of his head with a thin, sharp point, and fletched with feathers as an arrow would be. The orc at first seems dead, but his chest still shallowly rises and falls. You hear a soft footfall behind you, and your head snaps over to see an unusual sight. Standing above you is not an orc, but what at first glance seems to be a human, were it not for the odd aura that seems to surround him. He is wearing dark clothing of a style you've never seen before, and the hair that should most likely have been on the top of his head instead rings his mouth in a slightly uneven reddish goatee. He is male, though, and you naturally edge towards him, even as he kneels down to face you. Gently holding onto your shoulders, he pulls you into an upright position, before pulling you towards his chest and cradling you in his arms. You happily snuggle into them, looking up into his face with an eager expression, only to be met with something unexpected - instead of a similar look of arousal or lust, his face is clearly anguished, and rapidly becoming streaked with tears. He hugs you tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. He cries into your ear, and even after an indefinite time without thought, his words ring in your mind, clear and understandable. "I'm so sorry!" he sobs, holding you gently, although the embrace seems to be as much for his benefit as for yours. "I'm so, so sorry! I know I swore when I wrote this that I'd try to write damn near anything I could think up, no matter how out of my comfort zone it was, no matter how much it hurt. But it... it hurts far more than I ever realized it would. Seeing you like this, your sentience stripped away, raped and brainwashed and treated like, like a pathetic fucking animal... it hurts in ways I can't even begin to put into words. The damned dragon thing was hard enough, and most everything else you eventually escaped or recovered from in some fashion but this... I know it had to work this way, I knew that there had to be awful results to make it a true choose-your-own-adventure book, but this... I hate it. It's awful. It goes against every fiber of my being, and I can't allow this to happen. I've already wronged you beyond what anyone should ever do to someone else, and it hurts even more because... I... I love you. I created you, and as my creation, I can't help but love you. I know that you were created to be a character for this particular purpose, to be humiliated and put into every sort of bizarre sexual situation ever, but I still created you, and to do something like this... I can't stand it. I can't stand for it. I can't go back on what I've written - I have to at least be true to the story as it is if I'm to play by the rules I pledged myself to at the beginning of the project, but enough of this. This is my world, and I say that your torment ends now." There is a flash of light, and a haze of smoke obscures your vision. When it lifts, you are back in your village, in your house, in your bed. The feeling of induced heat has left you, as though it had never been there, the only remaining trace a lingering feeling that you recognize as the very leading edge of your normal, natural heat. Your faculties and thoughts are fully restored to you, animalistic desires relegated to their limited and proper place. You are tired, though, and you snuggle into the sheets, drifting off to sleep even as a person in dark clothing watches over you from a corner of the room, his softly-murmured words barely audible yet clearly present in your mind. "Sleep now, and when you awaken, you will join a new life, a new adventure, your ordeal nothing more than a distant recollection of some other time that should not have, and did not, in fact happen. Enjoy your new opportunity, explore, love life, and be free from this tainted fate. Oh, and for the love of all that is good and decent, please just be nice to the orc this time!" ((get retconned|start))

SECTION=bomberman {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))|((in the orc's house|orcescape))} You are now a slightly pixelated, oddly-shaped character from a video game that has achieved cult popularity. Your probably copyright-infringing head resembles an oversized marshmallow with eyes, with a tubby belt-wrapped belly and arms that look like pompoms on the ends of sticks. All of that is less relevant, of course, compared to the fact that you now have a near-limitless supply of oddly anachronistic (although futuristic-looking for you) explosives. One of which you set against a nearby wall, which explodes in a delightfully brilliant fireburst. You run along through various parts of the maze, gleefully throwing explosives willy-nilly and watching as their glowing red fuzes burn down before detonating in satisfying fashion. Stone and masonry crumble around you left and right, the walls of the maze falling away easily under your onslaught, until there are more of them destroyed than left standing. In their condition, it is easy to walk through several of the gaps, until you are standing pleasantly outside the maze. Off to your right, a comically charred orc manages to muster up enough strength to flip you off before toppingly over monolithically and shaking the ground as he impacts with the floor. You ascend from the basement and easily walk out through the blasted, burning remnants of the building's front door. Several other orcs attempt to challenge you, before being introduced to explosively-charred unconsciousness. You successfully escape from the orc city, and while you are pleased by your exploits and newfound penchant for arson, you are still a short, oddly-shaped asexual thing with a marshmallow for a head. You never again go into heat, or ever again experience anything at all remotely sexual. You do, however, get a well-paying job in the burgeoning construction industry, followed by an even better-paid job in the involuntary demolition industry to create more of a market for the construction industry. You are eventually found out and targeted by various foes, most of which you explode, until you are defeated by a gnome in a motorcycle helmet who apparently uses a tire pump to puff you up to an outlandishly bloated size. You have only time enough to comment on the indignities of some of the more obscure fetishes attrributed to your kind before your body pops like a balloon - however, given that it is in fact actually made of something akin to marshmallow fluff, you in fact survive and eventually congeal into an amorphous mass; afterwards, you go into hiding before some sadistic author decides to run with the new scenario and write you into goo-girl porn. HET NED

SECTION=ttr {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))} You decide to walk along the dilapidated, less-traveled path, in the hopes that it will be less frequented by any of your kind. It's still a decent path, though, although you occasionally have to dodge around bits of foliage overgrowing the somewhat narrow path. The path itself, though, is still well-packed dirt, and winds its way through the forest even as the trees become more dense, seeming to squeeze in along the path to either side. As you walk along, though, you hear a shuffling noise from behind one of the trees up ahead. Not quite sure what the noise signifies, your hunting instincts nonetheless kick in, and your hand falls to the hilt of your hunting knife as you slow your pace, a moment before there's a blur of motion from behind the tree as a figure jumps into the center of the path. You quickly realize that, in fact, the figure is an anthropomorph, like yourself. This one, however, is patterned more after a mouse, covered in grey fur with a naked pink tail. You can see from the slightly hardened facial features that the figure is a man, albeit a young one - still, given that he is perhaps half a head shorter than you, you can't help but find him at least sort of cute. The cuteness, however, ends at the tip of the rust-tinged sword he is attempting to keep aloft and pointed at you. You realize that he is some sort of bandit or highwayman, albeit not a hugely successful one, given his beat-up leather vest and ill-fitting linen trousers. He's certainly a novice at his selected trade, as he seems barely strong enough to swing his sword - well, that and the fact that he seems to actually be far more afraid of you than you are of him. Some of it, of course, could be genetic, as mice have a natural inborn fear of cats, and even in an evolved form some residual instincts still linger. Beyond that, though, you are obviously a hunter, and you find that your own knife is in your hand as an automatic response to the threat, and your own hands do not waver at all as you hold your weapon in a skilled grip. The mouse appears to be frozen in place by your gaze, whatever color in his face quickly draining beneath his fur, and as he stands there trembling and trying to stammer out something, you realize that he's not even really a threat. You feel vaguely annoyed and angry at his inept attempt to rob you, although your heat and the strong emotions it can bring are threatening to balloon those feelings into a full-blown rage, and the hand with your knife feels ready to take action; that being said, though, a feeling just a bit lower down reminds you that the figure in front of you is also a man, one whose pants are already beginning to tent with a subconscious desire that even his fear cannot quell, which means that there are many more... helpful actions you could take. ((Kill the mouse|mousekill)) ((//Kill// the mouse|mousefuck)) ((Play a game of cat and mouse|mousepounce))

SECTION=dragonslave {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))} You consider making a break for it, but when you do the thought of the dragon's giant teeth shredding your body flashes through your mind. You realize, gritting your teeth, that you are out of options, although a part of your mind, under the influence of the heat, is already busy wondering about how a dragon cock would feel filling you. The dragon thuds back down on all fours, its head tilting down to look at you expectantly, and you know that there is only one possible way now to survive this encounter. Your shoulders lower and your ears flatten back as you resign yourself to the dragon's power. The dragon, aware of its victory, displays its teeth again as it waits for your submission. You remove your knife belt and bow and toss them aside, knowing they will do no good here. The dragon watches as you slowly undo the ties on your leather bikini bottoms, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. You feel them shifting between your legs as you do so, and the ache of heat returns suddenly with a vengeance. Your hands suddenly fumble with the ties, needing to get the garment off quickly, and soon the last tie is released, the bikini falling around your ankles. Your panties beneath are already wet, and with a quick tug they fall away too, leaving you naked except for your leg guards from the waist down. You glance up at the dragon, your pink mound exposed and leaking fluid, and you realize that you're oddly thankful for your heat, as your copious lubrication should make the coming encounter much more manageable. The dragon pulls his head slightly back and snaps his haunches sharply. You realize why a moment later, as a thick reptilian tail whips around his body and smacks into your side, the leather vest doing little to cushion the blow as the tail knocks you to the ground. You struggle to your hands and knees, wincing at the blow and gasping desperately to regain the air that was knocked out of you. Before you can react beyond that, though, you feel a thud to either side as the dragon's forelegs thump down just in front of your head, bending as his massive body crouches over you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body radiating off of his scales. Then you feel something thump into your lower abdomen, and feel the warmth of his cock pressing against your fur. It slowly slides back, the tip tracing through your fur as it slides lower and lower, across your belly and down along your pelvis, the very tip tickling your mound before it slides over and up, eliciting a small shiver as it momentarily brushes your clit before quickly finding the folds beneath. Soon the tip finds its mark and begins spreading you open, your lips wrapping around his tip and causing you to wince when they encounter a spine. The dragon, realizing he is in position, thrusts his whole body forward, and his belly presses you down towards the ground as his cock slams into you. The feeling is insane, pleasure and pain combining in an agonizing dance, as he stretches you wide and plunges in deep, pushing beyond anything you've ever felt before, his tip forceful against something inside you that you'd swear couldn't budge before it somehow stretches open anyway and lets the dragon in. Before you can come to terms with the sensation, though, the dragon draws back, his cock raking across your insides in a way that should have been agonizing, but somehow isn't. As he thrusts back in, you realize that despite everything else his presense is quenching the heat, and the part of you that manages to think around the stunning sensations realizes that your particular physiology has luckily spared you from the worst of it: You insides, designed to withstand the sting of hundreds of matings, are flexible and resilient enough to acommodate the dragon's thrusts, and your nervous system has long ago evolved to interpret the racking pain of mating as signals of pleasure instead. As a result, while each of the dragon's thunderous thrusts are momentarily agonizing, they also soon fill you with shuddering, heat-quenching pleasure, as your body quickly relaxes and adapts to his massive cock. After a few more thrusts, as you realize our own body is getting into the motion as well, you feel his forelegs come up and grip you tightly across your chest, as his entire body heaves forward and... upward? As the ground suddenly recedes, you realize that the dragon has taken flight, his thick wings slapping against the air. With each long beat of his wing's the dragon's whole body undulates, his belly undulating above you before the motion finishes in his haunches, slamming the cock back into you. He continues to mate you as he flies, your arms and legs hanging down uselessly and your torso hot from being held against his scales. You watch, between the thrusts that send sparks coursing across your vision, as the forest shrinks and recedes, until it is no more than a green carpet stretching across the landscape until it ends at the base of a tall mountan formed of grey stone. The dragon circles the mountain, his cock relentlessly thumping into you with a steady rhythm, and you find your back arching up against him as the overwhelming feeling somehow drives you to orgasm. As you recover, you see him flying down towards a ledge, landing with a thump on his hind legs as his forelegs hold you in place, his cock impaling you all the way to your womb as he rears back and bellows into the waning light, proclaiming his power for the world to see. As he does, his cock seems to stretch outward inside of you, then slide back as the skin on its exterior undulates and ripples against your walls, rolling into you, and the cock is pressed so tightly that you can feel each movement clearly. When each undulation reaches the tip, seemingly impossibly deep inside you in a place it couldn't actually be, you can feel his seed spurt out into you, cusing your belly to tingle with warmth. The spurts continue as you are held into place, feeling practically split open, the rest of your body unable to move to even offer token resistance as his sperm enters you in a relentless flood. The flow continues for many minutes, filling you up and even causing a slight bulge in your belly, before he pulls out in a sudden motion that rakes your insides before releasing his forelegs and allowing you to collapse before him in a nerveless heap. You can feel some of your own juices leaking out, but little else, as his cum sits deep enough inside you that it cannot easily escape. You are defeated, your insides throbbing, and you can do little else but follow his lead as he nudges you inside an expansive cave adjacent to the landing, crawling slowly forward on your hands and knees as the impossible pleasure of mating recedes and you ache deep inside, not from heat but from the way the dragon's cock has abused you - even for your species, it was a rough mating, and one that you will need time to recover from. Your body feels too hot as the cum sloshes around inside, and the fur on your back feeling brittle and partly singed from the dragon's hot body. You look around the cave, to see that it is far from empty. The cave curves around, with multiple openings and landings providing for an impressive vista. Arrayed along the curving inner wall, though, you see at least two dozen other women, some from your species and some from others, lying in various poses along it. All of them are naked, the fur on their backs singed short, and all of them are fastened to the stone wall by a length of chain terminating in a thick iron collar wrapped around their necks. They seem to cringe back as the dragon approaches, and you notice that on the ones where you can get a good look, their pussies are all swollen and bright red, their cuntlips clearly exposed. The dragon ignores them, though, and walks you to an unoccupied spot on the wall, gesturing to the opened clamshell of the chain, and snarls at you with teeth bared when you hesitate to pick it up. Having no other choice, you bring the two halves up to your neck and close it behind you. You hear the metal clack together, followed by a sharp, piercing hum as they seal together with a magical force. A sudden flash of horror runs through your body as you realize that your new collar will never open again, and that you have now been claimed as the dragon's property, to be used as he sees fit. From that point on, your world narrows to encompass only the confines of the cave, as your life quickly settles into a steady routine. As far as masters go, the dragon is not the worst one possible, despite its mute condescension. He regularly returns with fresh meat for you and the others to share, and you learn that the cave contains a natural spring where you can drink and bathe, the chain holding you to the wall seeming to lengthen magically to allow for a greater range of movement when necessary, allowing you to stand out on the ledges during the day and enjoy the expansive view, wondering if any of the dots on the horizon are your old village, while knowing you will never see it again. When the sun sets each day, though, the dragon returns and the chains retract, the chorus of yowls and screams from around the corner signaling the dragon's amorous intent as he methodically works his way down the line of captives, mating them in turn. Several other women are chained to the wall within your view, and as he gets closer, you can't help but watch as he mates each one of them, seeing them writhe and squirm under him, most of them screaming as his haunches slam into them, his rhythm never wavering no matter their reaction. Each night you feel a mixture of anticipation and dread as he gets closer, and you have an excellent close-up view as he mates the feline female next to you, listening to her moans and yowls as her body rocks back and forth in time with his thrusts, her plush buttocks rippling with each impact and her breasts hanging pendulously, watching as her arms inevitably fail and her muzzle pants hotly against the stone floor as he humps her senseless. When he finishes, leaving her barely conscious and splayed out on her stomach with her slightly raised hips twitching uncontrollably behind her, he makes sure to parade in front of you so that you can see his cock, dripping cum and glistening with a coating of juices from the dozen women who have just been wrapped around him, flicking his tail a few inches from your face, reminding you to get into position before he forces you there, and every night you feel a sense of dreaded inevitability as his two forelegs thump down to either side of you, a prelude to the thick blue cock that shoves into you a moment later, overwhelming your senses as he mercilessly fucks you into the cavern floor. When he finishes, dusk has fallen, and you end each night in a heap on the cavern floor, your pussy aching and dripping as you curl up against the smooth stone, letting the exhaustion of being mated roughly and the warmth in your belly lull you to sleep as the sounds of the remaining girls being humped slowly fades into the background. Some are unable to survive his daily matings, and quickly disappear, only to be replaced with others. You, however, survive, and even come to enjoy his attentions. Another aspect of his magic means that your heat never truly ends, and you are always prepared enough to accommodate him. The others of your species who also survive almost seem to form a family of sorts there, learning their stories while sadly acknowledging that none of them matter anymore in your situation. While your existence is bearable enough, your thoughts often drift to the unavoidable knowledge that you are now nothing more than a sex slave, even the memories of your past life fading over time, and you are forced to acknowledge your mistakes and your fate, one which you now know you can never escape. THE END

SECTION=at {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))} You follow the animal track, pushing through the dense brush on either side. After many minutes of following the vaguely-marked trail, it suddenly opens up into a wide, bright, grass-filled clearing. In one corner, lily pads float in a small pond, and all around clusters of small bovines nip gracefully at the abundant, vibrantly green grass. Strangely enough, they barely pay you any heed at all, despite the fact that your very appearance should automatically indicate that you are a predator. In fact, themore that you think about it, ther is something vaguely strange about the clearing itself - it is rare to see such a perfect habitat exist in the middle of the forest, completely free of the low brush and tree saplings that should have quickly encroached and filled the forest back in. The only other thing that stands out is the fact that of the trees on the periphery, a few are nothing more than blackened stumps. You wonder if a lightning strike, and the subsequent fire from it, could have caused such a thing - it seems plausible enough, but on the other hand, you wonder why such an obvious spot isn't already well-known to your fellow hunters. You crouch low, mentally preparing yourself for a hunt, although this one seems like it won't be much of a challenge. The shift in focus helps to distract your mind from its heat, and the twinges of it become slightly less uncomfortable as your body redirects blood to your other muscles, tensing them for immediate action. For this, you probably won't even need your bow - just creep forward until you're ready to pounce, and against a defenseless herbivore, you won't even need to bother with your knife, as your own teeth and claws on its neck should bring a quick end. Then you'll have an ample supply of meat, enough to surely fuel the rest of your time in the woods, and when you return you'll have an excelent resource to share with your fellow hunters... or, for that matter, to keep for yourself. You creep forward, already licking your lips. Cured meat is well and good, and necessary due to the way fresh meat could spoil, but it doesn't quite satisfy the taste of your species. A fresh kill, though, raw meat dripping with fresh, bright red blood... well, there's nothing else quite like it. You're soon almost in pouncing range, and are just about to go for it, when the sky darkens suddenly as a large shadow passes overhead. The shadow is accompanied by the unmistakable sound of huge wings whooshing through the air, and then an impact behind you as the ground shakes. A sudden feeling of dread fills you, even as your heightened instincts cause you to whip around to face the sudden threat, your hand dropping to the pommel of your knife. Behind you, the bovines begin stamping their hooves and bleating loudly, apparently as petrified as you are by the sight in front of you. The clearing is suddenly dominated by a sizable dragon. Its four legs are at least as big around as your head, and its span of massive, leathery wings could easily shadethe grazing herd on their own. Its entire stocky body is at least three or four times your size, covered in shimmering, iridescent blue scales, a massive head on the end of a flexible neck tilted over to look at you with gleaming, intense eyes. Steam puffs regularly from its nostrils, and a long serpentine tongue flicks in and out across rows of sharp teeth long enough to go completely through your body with a single bite. The dragon's clawed feet stomp the ground as it edges closer, never taking its eyes off you, as you suddenly realize why the clearing is a well-kept secret: whoever discovered it before met their fate at the hands of this fearsome beast before they could report its existence. The evidence quickly flashes across your panicked mind, the burned trees and the impossibly manicured clearing. This was the dragon's own hunting ground, and as an intruder, you realize that you will now have to pay the price. You flinch back, sure that the dragon is only moments away from the vicious attack that will end your life, but instead the dragon merely opens its jaws wider in a horrible, bestial grin, one that belies the sadistic intelligence you are suddenly sure lurks behind it. It then rears up on its hind legs, but stays there for a while, and you realize that it is not rearing back to strike. Looking closer, though, you understand its true intention. It, in fact, is a he, and his penis has already emerged and become fully erect as he places it on display. Compared to the rest of his body, it actually looks a bit small, but even that is more than big enough: twice the length of those in your species, and far wider, at least as wide as your own wris, even wider at the base. The whole thing is bright blue, with a pointed tip and a flared head, encircled by an array of wicked-looking spines and ridges. The dragon has evidently noticed your sex, if not your heat, and plans to exact a much different price from you than you had expected. Your eyes dart around, desperately trying to figure out what to do, as the sight of the dragon's cock causes your latent heat to fight with your own panic. You sense that you're fairly close to the edge of the clearing, and with your speed you might be able sprint into the forest before the dragon returns to all fours for an attack. You know it's risky, though, and if you are unable to escape, it could easily dispense with its current plan and rip you apart in rage. The only other option, though, is to surrender to the beast and give it what it wants. In the heat-addled part of your mind, this almost seems like a good idea, and you know from, er, prior experience with other species that as formidable as the dragon's cock looks, your body can probably just barely handle it. Trying to actually fight the thing, especially with what you have on hand, would be suicide. You grimace at your limited decisions, knowing that if you want to make a desperate attempt to escape, you have but mere seconds to decide. ((Break for the forest|at2)) ((Surrender to the dragon|dragonslave))

SECTION=givein {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} You consider walking on, but the strange desire gets ahold of you, and finally you give in to its pull. It is an easy thing to do, and you feel relaxed now that you no longer need to fight it - well, that and more than a little aroused, knowing the sight you are returning to. In only a few moments you find yourself back in the cave, basking in the alluring red glow, as the desire to enter the portal plants itself front and center in your mind, followed closely by your own latent desire in the presence of the demihuman demons' undeniable maleness. You know that there's no going back now - you're not leaving the cave until one of your desires is satisfied. ((Enter the portal|portal)) ((Try to seduce one of the demons|seduce))

SECTION=seduce {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} You look over at the demons, wondering how to get their attention. The truth is, you don't really know how to go about seducing people very well, as it hasn't exactly been a necessary skill to learn: in your own culture, merely being in heat is enough to instantly "seduce" any nearby man, and you've found from experience that even other species, from humans on out, are usually more than happy to attend to any woman who appears visibly aroused. The fact that the demons seem almost bored to see you, then, is something of an anomaly, and you're momentarily at a loss as to what to do about it. You try to pose suggestively, wiggling your hips and arching your back to emphasize your breasts, but there is no response from the watching demons. Frustrated, and feeling your heat surging forward, you decide to try a more direct approach: turning away from them, you bend over, putting your bikini-clad ass on obvious display, your tail arching back to provide an unimpeded view, and the scent of your heat slowly emanating outwards. You hold the pose for a while, suggestively rocking your hips from time to time, but there is absolutely no response. Of course, demons being demons, they could have any number of reasons for holding back, but given that most demons easily gave in to any situation involving "sinful" lust, it is especially frustrating that these particular demons are doing nothing at all useful for you. Finally, growling in frustration as your juices saturate your now uncomfortably-tight panties and drip down your thighs, you charge headlong at one of the demons, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace as you press your body against him, your crotch trying to press against his nether region. For a moment, you feel a firm bulge pressing against your leather bikini, and you attempt to grind against it, purring with desire. As you do, though, the demon grabs your arms, pulling them apart from around his chest with impressive strength, your own muscles offering little in the way of resistance. Then, before you know it, those same arms have grabbed you around the waist, and he lifts you effortlessly into the air, giving you a chance to admire the portal very closely as he turns and hurls you through it. ((Enter the portal|portal)) (not like you have a choice, at this point)

SECTION=at2b {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} You decide to walk along the dry streambed to see where it leads. The muddy track twists through a dense stand of trees and brush, and it's slow going as you are often forced to shove your way through, trying your best to avoid tangling your fur on the various scratchy branches, and occasionally encountering a stand so thick you have to use your hunting knife to hack through them. Eventually, things open up to a more standard look for the forest, as the streambed loops around, almost doubling back on itself before quickly curving off in another direction. You wonder how far it goes, and whether following it was a good idea - hacking through the brush has worn you out a bit, and even though there doesn't seem to be a soul around at all, your heat is still slowly but steadily progressing despite a lack of men around to further stimulate it. The streambed doesn't look much more impressive as you follow it, but you soon realize that while this particular stream is little more than a strip of mud, you can hear water flowing from somewhere not too far away. Indeed, a few minutes later the forest shrinks back before a clearing, and you realize that the streambed is in fact a minor tributary, flowing into a fairly good-sized river, one flowing fast enough you'd be wary about trying to cross it, especially as it gives off a white spray when it hits a series of rocky rapids just a bit further down. You do follow along the riverbed, though, enjoying the sun, although you do glance up occasionally to see if the dragon from before is back patrolling the skies. Aside from a stray bird, though, the sky is clear, and you are happy to walk along the riverbed, a welcome break from slogging through trees and brush. Beyond the rapids, the river flows over a rocky outcropping, before plummeting over the edge as a waterfall. The footing over the rocky surface is treacherous, and you crouch down and make your way carefully over towards the edge of the outcropping. As you do, though, you realize that the land to the side of the outcropping are not a cliff face, but instead seems to slope down around it - it's a little steep, but nothing you can't scramble down with your agility. You negotiate the slope, your feet sliding on loose soil before finding purchase, but you manage to make your way down standing up, trailing a cloud of kicked-up dust in your wake. A few steps to recover your balance on solid ground, and you look up to take in where you are - and are met by a somewhat surprising sight. The river pours over the jutting rock face in a short but impressive waterfall, crashing down on the edge of a wide, shallow basin, a shimmering rainbow visible from the cloud of droplets kicked up by the water's impact. The basin forms a lake of sorts before the river flows onward, the water brilliantly clear. In the water, however, you see a trio of females not wholy unlike yourself, although their fur has a slightly different, wavy pattern to it. It is a pattern you can see quite clearly, though, as they appear to be naked, splashing and frolicking while submerged waist-deep in the water. For the moment, they don't seem to notice you, but you realize someone else has, as you feel the weight of a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see a fourth woman, also completely naked, who greets you warmly with a quick embrace. While you're momentarily taken aback, she seems to pose no threat to you, and appears happy with your presence. As you glance at her, though, something else quickly becomes clear - her own scent is heavily laced with the pungent smell of heat, and the bright, swollen redness of the mound peeking out between her legs makes her condition abundantly clear. She notices your observation of her state, and without you even needing to ask, she explains what is going on: she, and the other women here, are from one of the other villages in the area, one that's usually several days' trek by normal paths, but apparently only a day's travel from this glade by a well-camouflaged path. Because of its seclusion, and the fact that few others know of it, the location is used as a retreat by the women of that village when they want to ride out their heat without male interference. Of course, she notices your state as well, and appears to assume that you have been told of this place by someone from their village. By now, the trio in the water have also noticed you, and wave to you in welcome. The woman standing next to you extends her hand, inviting you to join them for the duration of your heat, should you so desire. It might be nice, to try to wait out your heat with them; on the other hand, though, you know from your own experience that hands and tongues can only do so much against the heat, and you wonder how they plan to handle things when their desire becomes overwhelming... ((Join the women)) ((Decline their invitation and continue on|decwomen))

SECTION=at2 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))} Realizing that escape is risky, you also realize that allowing an unpredictable dragon to mate with you is far riskier, and if it does indeed catch you... well, at least your death will be quick, if rather painful. Spinning on your pawpads, you dart for the edge of the clearing, not bothering to look back as you put every ounce of energy and adrenaline into driving your legs forward. Behind you, the dragon bellows in rage, and a puff of superheated steam singes your tail as you dart between tree trunks and back into the forest. There is a horrendous thud behind you as the dragon's weight slams into the trees, and you glance quickly back to see the edge of the clearing engulfed in a thick cloud of steam. Apparently, this dragon wasn't the fire-breathing sort, or else the entire forest would be in trouble. The dragon thuds into the trees again and again, and you can hear one of them crack and topple as you continue to run, the dragon snarling in anger nonstop. However, the trees are too thick for him to travel between, and even though their closeness slows your progress, his bellows eventually fade into the distance. You finally pause to take a breath, looking up at the dense canopy that conceals you from the air - even if the dragon takes flight again, for now, you should be invisible to it. You lean against a tree trunk, panting heavily, and feeling a palpable sense of relief. Somehow, unbelievably, your speed has won the day, and you've managed to escape from what could have otherwise been a grisly fate. You look around, trying to assess where you are, but the trees here are densely packed, with thick underbrush. You can see the trampled trail of foliage from where you entered the grove, but you naturally aren't all that interested in heading back that way. There isn't any particularly clear path that you can see, but off to one side the spacing between the trees seems slightly less, and the lighting a little more bright. Off to the right from that area you also notice the empty bed of what looks to be a small stream, although the only evidence of its contents is a small, dwindling strip of mud meandering down the center. It winds its way through the trees in a different direction, but might eventually empty out somewhere interesting. ((Take the brighter path|at2a)) ((Follow the dry stream|at2b))

SECTION=decwomen {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))} As tempting as the idea sounds, you are doubtful that they can provide the type of contact your heat will eventually demand. You politely decline the offer, and the woman accepts your response without seeming disappointed at all, instead joining the trio in the water as you continue your walk along the bank of the river. Past the waterfall and lake, the river seems to be much more placid, flowing steadily along without encountering any more rapids. It gently curves around a bend and appears to go deeper into the forest. However, you notice that where you are at now the river seems to be wider but shallower, probably shallow enough that you can cross without much danger - and on the other side is a narrow path that leads on into the forest, but illuminated by shafts of light shooting down from gaps in the forest's canopy. ((Continue following the river|sylph)) ((Cross the river and investigate the path|at4))

SECTION=sylph {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))} You continue walking along the riverbed, looking for any interesting diversions. Aside from the occasional fish scales glinting in the bright sunlight, though, and the odd bird flying overhead, you don't encounter anything particularly interesting. Every once in a while, you scan the sky for any sign of the dragon you met before, but aside from a few wispy clouds, there is nothing to be seen but a wide expanse of blue. You take a few arrows and try launching them at a couple of promising-looking fish, but fail to land any hits, and you're not particularly keen on wandering into the water to try grabbing them directly. Instead, you keep walking on, the sun slowly tracking lower across the sky as you keep your eye out for anything interesting to explore. Unfortunately, you don't come across much of anything, and the stream bed is apparently remote enough that you don't encounter anyone else walking along it. Under any other circumstances, you know, this would be a delightful hike, admiring the stream sparkling as it flows gently by, taking in the bright green foliage of the trees and enjoying the feeling of the sun gently warm against your fur. Given your current state, though, you have a hard time noticing the beauty around you, as your walk is quickly beginning to become an exercise in frustration: your heat is slowly but surely manifesting into a throbbing ache in your belly, at the same time swelling your nipples and causing them to rub aggravatingly against the confines of your bra as you walk. If that isn't aggravating enough, as you continue on, the ache in your belly begins to sink, an odd heaviness forming in your pelvis as a tingling begins in your abdomen, an itch that becomes steadily more aggravating as it spreads downward. You hike on nonetheless, but you know that you're in the middle of nowhere, and your sense of desperation is quickly building. You begin to seriously regret not staying with the women cavorting in the river a ways back, as surely whatever they could do would be preferable to this! In fact, you even turn around and begin to walk back the way you came, but by now the itch is spreading, and your panties are becoming uncomfortably tight against your swollen mound, the fabric's slight movement with each step becoming progressively more tantalizing as the sensitivity of your pussy increases. It's a frustrating sort of feeling, irritating and arousing without ever becoming truly pleasurable, and your gait becomes more unsteady as your hips squirm and try to get comfortable. You can feel your progress slowing, and you know that your chances of returning to the women are slim. It feels like the entire inside part of your pussy is filled with a tingling, aching itch, one that you have no way of scratching. The feeling is driving you crazy, and you are finally forced to stop, your thighs pressing together and your hips squirming nonstop, trying to find relief from the arousing sensations, but as none is apparent, your frustration only continues to build. You cast about for something, anything, to satiate you, but there is nothing obvious. Finally, you yowl in frustration, settling onto your butt in front of a large tree. Leaning back against it, you undo the tail-tie on your bikini and shove it and your panties quickly down your legs, leaving them tangled around your knees with the wet spot on the crotch clearly visible and pungent with the scent of your heat. You know that if there had been any men around at all, they would instead be absolutely soaked, but if that was the case, one of them would already be sating your heat right about now. No one seems to be around, though, and the feeling is driving you absolutely crazy. Any pretense of masturbatory foreplay is quickly swept aside, and you waste no time jamming both of your hands between your legs, one hand rubbing roughly and frantically at your pussy lips before using the other to jam a few fingers inside, curling them to press firmly against the flesh. You masturbate furiously for several minutes, your insanely arousing touch causing your hips to squirm as the sensation feels so overwhelming that you can barely even stand it. Despite the intensity, though, your motions only manage to generate the occasional spark of pleasure, but the stimulation is nowhere near enough to push you over the edge. You even extend your claws and rake them across the part of your inner wall just inside you, trying to mimic the scratching feeling of feline barbs, but all you manage to do is make yourself yowl in pain. Even if the sensation is similar, the feeling isn't deep enough, the raking strokes too short to be satisfying. The part of you inside where the feeling is most agonizingly intense is the part that you just can't reach, and the stimulation you can provide won't even come close to what you need. In desperation, you pull yourself to your feet, leaning your weight against the tree and spreading your feet out to the side, letting your hips rock themselves into a mounting position and waving your ass in the air, hoping that the sight and smell of your exposed pussy will lure in someone, anyone, to mount you and relieve your heat. No one arrives, though, and you are soon back in your original position, masturbating furiously and futilely while your aroused yowls ring out across the empty forest. You fear that the feeling has driven you completely insane when, after another few futile minutes, you look up to see an unusual sight: a small, blue-hued creature seeming to hover before you. Her entire body is only slightly larger than your head, and her cute face looks back at you with intense, sapphire eyes. Her skin almost seems translucent, glowing faintly from some unseen light source within, and her insectlike wings beat so fast that you can barely make them out between motions, keeping her hovering over you a few feet in the air. She seems to be wearing some sort of dress, made of a darker blue fabric, but the clothing is tight against her torso, and when you look at the borders it is difficult to see where the dress ends and her skin begins. She doesn't change into anything unusual or monstrous as you watch, though, and even through the desperate feelings overwhelming you, the bit of your conscious mind still focusing realizes that she must be real: probably some sort of faerie, sylph, or other fae folk that occupy remote areas of the forest. Noticing that your gaze is finally upon her, her face brightens with the vaguely mischievous grin that is common in their kind. She flits closer, stopping a few inches from your heavily aroused face, and in a high, chiming voice asks if there are any wishes that you'd like to come true. You know that faeries and wishes often go hand in hand, with many of them having powerful enough magic to make at least the majority of more common wishes come true. You also know, of course, that faeries and wishes often have other sorts of relationships, usually the ones involving unintended consequences, but that isn't something you're spending a lot of time thinking about at the moment. You are desperate enough that there is only a single possible wish on your mind, and one that you immediately blurt out amidst panting breaths: you want to come. The faerie giggles at your outburst, only now apparently noticing your splayed legs and desperately swollen pussy, but after a moment composes herself (well, as much as a fae can) and happily accepts your request. She waves a petite hand, and a blue, candy-striped wand appears within it, tipped with a blue star dotted with metallic sparkles. She glances at it, and it begins to glow with ethereal energy. Then she flits lower, and you watch as she darts down between your legs, swings the wand through the air, and bops the flat star shape firmly across your sensitive mound. You yelp at the sudden impact, the sensation making your hips squirm, but you notice that the glow seems to trail off as the wand pulls back, spreading across your pussy and flickering small tendrils of light that ease back your hood and start circling in around your clit, while others gently tug at your pussy lips and slide in between them. It only takes a few moments before the tenor of your arousal abruptly shifts. New sensations quickly begin to flow through you: inside your pussy, what feel like dozens upon dozens of barbs seem to rake across every inch of your sensitive walls, not rough enough to scratch, but just enough pressure to stimulate them completely. Meanwhile, a curious tingling sensation envelops your clit, quickly growing in intensity, until it feels like a thousand miniature tongues are lapping across it with just the right pressure. The sensations are amazing, and you can only take a few seconds of them before they drive you absolutely wild. This time, though, instead of being impossible frustrating, the feelings send a series of quick shivers through you, your muscles tensing and your inner walls tensing as your body builds up to a sudden, intense orgasm. Your back arches and your entire body seems to freeze as the initial shock of sensation sparks through you, washing across your brain in a wave of pure ecstasy as your pelvis tenses and vibrates wonderfully as the sensations run up and down your spine. You relax back against the tree, your thighs pulling together and your toes curling as something contracts and pulses deep inside, the contractions rolling in waves down your pussy until you feel your outer lips twitching rhythmically, each contraction bringing with it a wave of satiated relaxation. Once the last few twitches subside and your body sinks all the way back against the tree trunk, you feel completely relieved, the desperation of heat seeming like a distant memory as the tension disappears and you feel completely at peace. The faerie takes in the look of dazed happiness on your face, and you realize that she was watching your entire orgasmic display. She giggles again, darts in to give you a quick, light kiss on your nose, then hovers back over the river while waving her wand with a practiced flourish. There is a brief flash of light, followed by a shower of bright sparks that quickly fall and extinguish themselves in the water, after which you realize that the faerie has completely disappeared. Momentarily tired from the intensity of the release, you close your eyes and take a moment to rest against the tree. When you open them again, the sun is even lower in the sky, and you realize that you should probably find someplace less remote to spend the night. You pull your panties and bikini back on, your clit throbbing momentarily as the soft fabric rubs against it - apparently, the encounter has still left you a bit sensitive, but now that your heat is relieved, you doubt it will be that much of a problem. Doubting that you will make it back to where the women were before nightfall, you continue forward again, walking along the river. This time, though, when you glance over towards the trees, you notice a faint path running between them: one with a wooden marker on it. You can't quite see what it says, but the arrow points down the path, and with any luck it might lead towards some sort of civilization. As you walk along the path, it steadily widens, and soon looks fairly respectable. It continues on, you hope for not too much longer, as you can already feel the sense of heat coming steadily back. Once again, you are becoming very aware of you panties pressing up against your swollen pussy, and with each step the feeling becomes more and more arousing. Unlike before, though, instead of feeling squirmingly uncomfortable, the slight shifting of the fabric between your legs is quite pleasant, each step bringing with it a short, pleasant rub against your clit. The feeling builds, and soon your gait becomes unsteady again; this time, though, because each step soon causes your pussy to twitch as a shiver of pleasure darts through you. With each step, the sensation becomes more intense, until is becomes too intense to take, and you practically fall against a tree as your pussy clenches through the first throes of orgasm, letting out a shuddering moan against the tree trunk as your hips jut and thrust rhythmically behind you, your arms somehow holding you up as your knees wobble in the aftermath. For at least a minute you lean against the tree, your body thrusting happily until the orgasm subsides. It leaves you once again out of breath, and you collapse back down to rest, pulling off your bikini and panties until your throbbing mound has a chance to relax. You glance back down at yourself for a moment, watching as the redness slowly fades from your heated pussy, with the exception of your engorged button on full display. The little hood of flesh at the top of your pussy lips that usually wraps around it has for some reason pulled all the way back, its ridges barely noticeable around the tiny pink hemisphere. You wait for them to return as your pussy relaxes, but they don't seem to do so - finally, once you feel fully relaxed again, you shrug and pull your clothing back on, intent on making more progress before the sun sets. This time, though, your clit nestles happily against the fabric rubbing against it, beginning to throb with pleasure after only a few steps. A few steps more and you are stumbling again, your hips squirming and thrusting unpredictably, and not long after that you find yourself slumped against a tree once more, your moans of ecstasy reverberating through the forest as your body shudders happily through another intense orgasm. Panting as you recover again, you wobble to your feet and try to move forward, but the very first step sends a shockwave of pleasure through you. You only make it a paltry dozen steps this time before your legs give way as they tense and vibrate, your body rolling over the edge into another climax even as you tumble forward into the middle of the dirt path, your butt in the air and your pussy throbbing pleasantly as another wave of pleasure pulses through you. Despite the orgasms, however, your arousal seems as high as it's ever been, and your body is becoming even more sensitive - just the slight shifting of your panties as you try to pull yourself up onto all fours feels like the most sensuous, intense touch possible between your legs, and your body quickly reverts to its original position as your hips thrust back through the second climax in as many minutes. As you are once again reduced to panting, you realize that your arousal is making you so sensitive that wearing your panties at all is too much stimulation. When you have recovered, you reach over gingerly, careful not to shift your hips at all as you loosen the ties and tug the bikini and panties out from between your legs. You manage to get to your feet, but with your underwear hanging around your thighs, it's not exactly easy to move. You instead let them drop down around your ankles, then rolling them up and using the ties to secure them to the arrows slung over your back. After taking a moment to ensure that you are steady on your feet, you set off again, a bit faster now - the sun is now considerably lower in the sky, and running around bottomless makes you an attractive target for anything lurking in the woods. You'd like to at least get somewhere reasonably safe if you can, and maybe find some loser-fitting clothing. You can't remember ever feeling this sensitive during heat before, but if you can just get back to civilization of some sort, you're sure that you can figure out what's going on. Your body, however, seems to have other ideas. Your entire mound now seems to feel hypersensitive, reacting as the fur on your thighs brushes against its periphery, meaning that even naked from the waist down you begin to stumble from the soft stroking sensation every few steps. On top of that, you realize, the hood that normally encircles your clit is beginning to expand again, the exquisitely soft ridge of flesh arching back up, but the button is so enflamed that you can feel the skin pulling taut around it. As you move, the two rub together - the actual motion between them is so miniscule that on any normal day you wouldn't even notice it at all, but between the added tension-induced friction and your clit's hypersensitivity, the sensation instead feels like your clit is being caressed by the world's softest tongue. The next step elicits an intense, erotic moan, and you stumble forward a couple more before your thighs tense and press together, the soft fur rubbing against your mound more than enough impetus to send you again over the edge. You collapse into a pile of soft loam just to the side of the path, sinking forward on trembling, nerveless limbs as another orgasm surges through you. Even as your pussy pulses through another series of contractions, you realize that at the very end of each one your outer lips twitch around your opening - and every time they do, the downward tug not only rubs the lips against something sensitive just underneath them, but also tug on the hood and pull it back down against your clit. Even as the contractions continue, new waves of arousal spark through you, and the tail end of your orgasm is interrupted by an intense spasm, a new wave of impossible pleasure tingling through you as you climax again. Of course, the new orgasmic contractions have the same effect on your hypersensitive pussy, and the contractions are quickly followed on by another climax, then another, and another... As your conscious mind quickly becomes overwhelmed with unending waves of pleasure, you have just a moment to flash on the wish you made with the faerie, and how such wishes always have consequences. She granted your wish, all right - you wanted to come, and now you are: again and again and again, indefinitely, your body somehow reconfigured to become caught in a loop of endless arousal and climax. As a woman, especially a woman in heat, there is no upper limit on how much you can come, as your body is quickly proving. You lie prone on your stomach, your extremities twitching helplessly as your body is effectively paralyzed by the constant orgasms, your hips tensing and thrusting constantly as the contractions roll through your pussy in a pleasant, steady rhythm. Your entire body feels intensely warm, and your awareness of the world around you fades as the constant waves of pleasure drive away all conscious thought and disconnect you from reality, leaving you awash in a spectral lake of unending bliss. Eventually, even some of the intensity fades as your body wearies from the constant exertion, but the orgasms continue unabated. Exhausted, you begin to drift in and out of consciousness, your sense of time completely disappearing into your orgasmic haze. You lay there for hours, days, years, the only constants being the pleasure that flows through the times you are dazedly half-awake and the unending eroticism that haunts your confused dreams in between, and the constant rhythm of the pleasurable contractions between your legs. Occasionally, you can sense the vaguest sensation of an exterior presence, the feeling of a touch or pressure against your fur, and sometimes it feels like your pussy is using its steady contractions to pulse and milk around a variety of different cocks, but in your current state it is impossible to tell if such sensations are real or merely part of a dream. At some point in time, you're not entirely sure when, your pussy shudders through one long final spasm before relaxing back down against the soil, and your exhausted body and mind only notes the ebbing of pleasure momentarily before your consciousness fades and you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. When you finally wake up, you find yourself still splayed out on the soft loam by the side of the trail, completely naked, your fur specked with dirt and... other things, and your pussy feeling sore and used. At least, as you pull yourself up into a sitting position, all of the sensitivity seems to have faded, along with your heat. Looking over at where you were lying, you can still see an expansive wet, slimy spot just below where your crotch was humping, still reeking with the scent of your juices intermixed with the scent of several different types of cum. Apparently, what you had felt was more reality than dream, and several people who had stumbled across your orgasmic form were more than happy enough to take advantage of it. Apparently, some of them felt guilty enough about it to leave some compensation - underneath where your chest was, people have tucked a number of coins in various denominations, several of them even gold, and some of them left more... personal gifts. There are a couple of random pairs of cloth pants tossed haphazardly in a nearby tree, and behind another tree, you find a box hidden away from thieving eyes and probably intended for you to find. Inside you find a full set of undergarments - panties, bra, and stockings, all made from finely woven cloth and dyed a vibrant pink, probably by magic, the seams stitched and edged with gold thread. Also in the box is a notecard, unsigned, extolling your adorable body and eagerly insatiable manner. You consider abandoning the box, as it seems vaguely creepy, but when you notice that both the errant pants and what's left of your original clothes are heavily crusted with various fluids, you decide you might as well give it a try. As perverted as the gift-giver might have been, he was at least apparently a good tailor; all of the clothes are perfectly fitted to your body, and the fabric is comfortable against your fur - luckily, there is no hint of the hypersensitivity from earlier. While the clothes leave you looking rather gaudily dressed, and not particularly well-equipped for being out in the wilderness, at least you are clothed again. You gather up the hunting gear you can find, discarding your original clothing, and begin to make your way back home. The path you are on eventually intersects with another, which then intersects with one of the main paths into your village - while your vibrant clothing earns you the odd questioning look from passing travelers, your journey home is generally uneventful, and you are pleased to find out over the next few days that none of your half-remembered encounters have left you pregnant. You start to settle back into your life, but after a few days you learn that the faerie's "gift" isn't quite done, as your clit comes to life during the middle of a hunt, your prey quickly forgotten as your pussy rubs itself to orgasm within your panties. The hypersensitivity seems to crop up at random - sometimes when you pull on your panties in the morning, you will end up spending the first part of your day quivering on the floor, and various hunts and explorations are interrupted, sometimes perilously. Occasionally, the sensitivity will also hit you while running errands in town, and the males in town understandably confuse it as a sign of heat. This leads to you getting loudly mated while sprawled across several shop counters, much to the shock and chagrin of the other women around. You suppose that you should be embarrassed by these encounters, but it is hard to feel embarrassment or shame with your mind awash in orgasmic bliss... Finally, when the sensitivity almost gets you unpleasantly mated by a feral dragon, you reluctantly realize that you will have to give up the hunting that you love for your own safety. Unfortunately, no one has any idea how to solve your unusual problem, and you know that the chance of encountering the faerie again is slim, and the chance of her undoing what she did even more so. While you are initially unsure what to do now that you can no longer hunt, you are soon approached by several women who have seen what has happened to you in town, and offer you a decent solution - employment as a priestess at the local "meeting house," where the women who want to experience their heat in traditional form go to get mated in the feline orgiastic style. You help out with various things on the main floor, wearing a soft bra and panties in the traditional colors of a priestess trainee. Constantly being around couples in the throes of ecstasy is actually oddly comforting, as it makes your occasional hypersensitivity seem like an almost normal condition - plus, when it occurs within the meeting house, it only takes a few seconds from your first moan for a nearby male to take you to the floor, rip off your panties, and mate you vigorously until both the feeling and your moans subside. Overall, it seems like a good place to work, and you realize that you quite enjoy your new role. Of course, a few months later, you discover a slight downside of your new place of employment when your next heat decides to manifest itself in the middle of the workday. In such a place your condition is immediately noticed, and an hour later you are being driven crazy by barbs, your tenth mating of your heat quickly concluding with the first of the familiar nonstop chain of orgasms - you spend the rest of your heat in the middle of a writhing mass of fur and the constant thrusting of cocks, your mind quickly drifting into its orgasmic haze as you are mated continuously. After your heat finally subsides and you drag your thoroughly mated body home, one of the women comes by to inform you that you have been given time off to have your litter, and you realize the full consequence of your time in the meeting house. Now that your life is more centered on the town, though, and the fact that you have moved beyond your desire to hunt in the forest, you realize that you don't mind your condition all that much. As the days go by, though, and your belly swells, you start to reconsider that position - especially when you realize that every time one of your developing kittens moves at all inside you, your pussy throbs strongly enough in response that you can no longer remain standing. You realize that your hypersensitivity can extend even into your womb, and it only gets worse as the pregnancy progresses. As the date approaches, you begin to wonder just what kind of expressions will flash across the faces of the midwives if you begin to climax loudly during childbirth... THE END Or... ((Try and see how the midwives react|sylphspawn))

SECTION=sylphspawn {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))} As it turns out, you aren't able to see the looks on the midwives' faces after all. The prediction of your due date is near-perfect, and one morning two of the local village midwives arrive to assist you. They fuss over you a bit, respectfully rubbing your swollen belly, and definitely happy to see that you are finally going to be a mother. A few hours after they arrive, you rather suddenly go into labor. Your first set of contractions are an impossibly agonizing mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you screaming wordlessly, your legs splayed and twitching. The midwives work to get you unclothed and comfortable, and just manage to do so before the second series of contractions begins. When the third set begins, the combined intensity of the feelings is too much for your mind to handle, and you retreat into a semiconscious daze, only peripherally aware of your own body as its instincts take over, and it does the rest on its own even without your conscious mind directing it. You awaken, relaxed, to find a dozen tiny balls of fluff curled up against you. The two midwives stand nearby, beaming - apparently the birth was completely successful, with no complications, although they were slightly puzzled by the fact that your pussy seemed to go through a series of additional short, rhythmic contractions between each birth. All told, you've given birth to a full twelve kittens, even larger than the standard litter, all apparently female; and despite the wide variety of possible fathers, each of them takes after you, with a coat of soft, tawny-colored fur. You spend most of the next couple of months in bed, the kittens staying with you most of the time, as for their first months you are their main source of comfort, warmth, and nourishment. Once they are weaned, you know, they will join the other children from this latest round of heat to be raised in the communal dormitories near the center of town, as no single parent could conceivably raise the dozens of offspring a woman might have during the peak of her fertility. Now that they are here, you can't help but find them irresistable, but at the same time, it's a relief to know that they'll be out of your hair before they become too rambunctious. Well, that and the fact that they are with you quickly presents another problem. Now that your pregnancy has finished, your breasts have swelled, as have the rows of nipples that run along your slowly receding belly. There are a full dozen nipples in all, each one of them swollen with milk and ready to deliver it, and each one of them is quickly put to use by a dozen hungry mouths which know instinctively how to latch on and suckle in just the right way to stimulate them to release their milk. The only problem is, you soon realize that your body's hypersensitivity extends to those same nipples, and you realize with embarrassment that you now quickly become aroused from the suckling of your own kittens! Just one or two isn't too bad, enough to make you wet but not too bothered, but it's rare that only two of them want to feed at a time. Usually, there are at least a half-dozen going at once, and the combined sensations of them lapping and suckling at your breasts leaves you squirming about on the bed and moaning happily, an unusual serenade that oddly enough seems to relax them. With the full dozen going at once, which happens surprisingly often, your moans rapidly increase in frequency and rise in pitch as the intense sensation seems to flow straight down your spine and right between your legs. Within seconds, you are squirming your hips around on the bed, and as the suckling continues the squirming transforms into a regular thrusting motion, your moans cresting in a warbling tremolo as your pussy tenses and begins to twitch happily against your panties as your body trembles through a gentle and prolonged orgasm that crests quickly but doesn't entirely fade away until your kittens are finished suckling. As soon as it is over, your kittens looking up quizically at your expression of orgasmic relief, you can feel your face flush with guilt and shame from deriving erotic pleasure from what should be the purest of motherly activities. On the other hand, your body can't help but feel what it feels, but as each upcoming feeding soon bringing with it feelings of both anticipation and embarrassed dread, you seriously begin to regret this aspect of the faerie's magical transformation. Luckily, before the bizarre situation can turn into anything pathological, and long before your kittens can truly realize what is going on, they finally wean and head off to join their same-aged peers, generally leaving you to return to your normal life (at least as normal as it has been since your encounter). While your obligation as a parent officially ends once they leave for the dormitory, you do check in on them fairly regularly to see how they are doing, something still feasible for you to do as you do not yet have so many children that it becomes difficult to keep track of them. Overall, they seem to be doing fine, growing rapidly as all children of their kind do, as your species takes only a scant few turns of the seasons, or a handful of your own heat cycles, to progress fully to adulthood. The women who work at the dormitory, though, do occasionally mention when you visit that some of their behavior is a bit unusual. On one occasion, they mention that instead of the usual imaginary play with some stuffed animals they were given, the girls seemed to prefer "riding" them, and while that in itself wasn't hugely unusual, they were the only children that seemed inclined to do so for hours on end. On another occasion, they mentioned that even though they had some time to go before reaching maturity, that they experienced what were referred to as "pre-heat" behaviors - sometimes, when they were getting dressed for the day, the act of putting on their underwear left them "squirmy," and they sometimes had to be sent back to bed until they were relieved enough to participate in the day's activities. Each time these things are mentioned, the women take great pains to let you know that the behaviors are really not that unusual, and can be a normal part of development. You nod in response, allowing them to accept their assumptions, although each incident leads you to conclude more and more that something else is happening: namely, that the blessing (or curse) you received from the faerie did not affect only you, but changed something in you so fundamentally that the trait was passed on to your children. The incidents, you realize, are a result of their highly sensitive bodies - even before their full maturity, you are almost sure that they are already capable of orgasm, and are vulnerable to any stimulation that leads in that direction. You are afraid to mention the source of it, though, and are happy to let people believe that it is only a natural variation; if people knew that their behavior was probably the result of what could be seen as a magical curse, you're not sure what they would do. In your own life, you go through a couple of cycles without going into heat, something that is not all that unusual for someone who has delivered a larger-than-normal litter. When you do go into heat again, it begins shortly after you arrive at work, and before you even recognize its onset, one of the males with a particularly sensitive nose makes note of your condition and rubs a hand gently along your panty-clad crotch as you are bent over to tend to one of the other women, a touch that triggers a quick descent into yet another heat filled with constant writhing mating and endless orgasms. It is followed, predictably, by pregnancy, another semiconscious labor, and a baker's dozen of female kittens that again take strongly after their mom. After another few months of inappropriately pleasurable nursing, they are collected by other women to be taken to the communal dormitories. You notice the women eyeing them warily, and when you tag along back to the dormitories with them, you quickly figure out why. According to the women at the dormitory, the group your first litter of children is in has come fairly close to full maturity, and it is expected that within a handful of weeks, those in the group who were born earliest will experience their first heat. Indeed, most of the children in the dorm have mostly completed their outward maturity, the girls' breasts most of the way towards filling out the contours of their newly acquired bras, while the boys' bodies are starting to show the muscular definition of adult males. Most of the kids are sitting around various parts of the dormitory that they share, playing, talking, or studying various scrolls of parchment. You notice a few of your own children among them, but you don't immediately see the others. What you do notice after a moment, though, is that regardless of what they happen to be doing, the children all seem to be consciously attempting to avoid staring over at various piles of conspicuously stacked blankets in each corner of the room. As you approach one, you can hear a faint mewing sound, which you realize is repeating steadily. The closer you get, the more you realize just how familiar that sound is, as you are surrounded by similar ones on most days. As a result, when you find yourself standing over the makeshift nest of blankets, you are not particularly surprised at all to find one of your offspring snuggling her head and chest into the sheets with her arms outstretched and her fingers clenching, her butt in the air and her hips gripped by one of her male peers as he thrust steadily into her. Another of the boys lay nearby, watching the two of them go at it, your daughter's moans continuing their nonstop cadence as you watch her shudder through one orgasm and quickly build toward another. As you watch, filled with both the uneasiness of seeing your own daughter undergoing this activity along with an unbidden sense of arousal, the boy pulls her close, shuddering through his own climax, and quickly rolls over, looking exhausted. Your daughter doesn't leave her position for even a moment, her tongue panting out and a look of bliss on her face, and you see a rivulet of cum begin to stream down from her still-twitching pussy for a moment. Then the other boy quickly takes over, and as her body begins rocking forward happily again under the force of the new boy's thrusts, you finally can't take any more of it and turn away. As you walk back towards the center of the room, a cold fear begins to gnaw in your chest, an odd counterpoint to the warm arousal you can feel spreading low in your abdomen. The previous occurrences could be written off to some unpredictable variation, but for your offspring to be going at it like this while not even in heat, before their heat was even supposed to begin... You don't look at the other nests in the room's remaining corners, but it is almost certain that they are similarly occupied by others of your offspring, along with whatever males had matured to the point that they could be convinced to join in. You leave without another word, even as you can feel the eyes of the women running the dormitory burning into your back as you go, and you feel a note of palpable anxiety as you return to work and wonder what your village will do to you when they begin to investigate and find out the truth. Of course, given the fact that the arousal formed from the sight is obvious enough in your workplace, that anxiety fades momentarily from the picture as you spend the next couple of hours happily pinned under a variety of anonymous men, but as the days progress your unease only intensifies. Interestingly enough, though, nothing seems to happen, and the next time you hear anything about your first litter of offspring is some weeks later, when all twelve of them appear at once from behind the screen at the entrance to the meeting house, for their first actual heat. They stand there for a moment to take in the scene, all in a row, nearly identical tawny-furred beauties fully blossomed into womanhood, the vibrant pink of their swollen pussy lips indicating their complete readiness and their combined scents sufficiently intense to be easily picked out amongst all the others. You lean against a wall and watch as they wade through the furpile of traditional mating in the center of the meeting house, with nearly all of the currently unoccupied men transfixed at their approach. They have definitely acquired your grace, nimbly making their way to the middle of the room, before luxuriously stretching and one by one lowering themselves comfortably onto all fours, although none of them are able to fully arch into the traditional mating position - as soon as their hands hit the soft mat of the floor, they are instantaneously pounced by one of the nearby men, and moments later are purring and moaning happily against the thrusts of their eager partners. In a way, you know it is somewhat remarkable, as most women are hesitant during their first heat despite their instincts and arousal, and most take a few yowls and combative swats at the initial pain of feline mating before settling in - given what you've seen from before, though, it's hardly remarkable for them. After all, they take closely after you, and they settle easily into their week of near-continuous mating. You keep an eye on them as you perform your duties at the meeting house, but they seem to have no problems at all. You do find yourself perversely aroused from watching their lithe bodies shiver and writhe, and seeing the blissful looks on their faces as they slip repeatedly into the throes of their intensely pleasant climaxes. In fact, you succumb to the feelings several times during the week and often find yourself being mated on the floor next to them, close enough for the fur on your shoulders to rub together as your bodies gyrate side by side, your moans intermingling with theirs to form an identical high-pitched chorus of ecstasy. You don't see them again for a while after their heat is up, but you learn after a month or so that they were all unusually, universally fertile during their first-ever heat, and they soon each give birth to a sizable litter of their own. Their second-generation offspring are not quite as uniform, taking on the various traits of their different fathers, but all of them bear at least a subtle maternal resemblance, and while there are a handful of boys the litters remain predominantly female. Those children, in turn, eventually head to the dormitories themselves, where it doesn't take long to determine that the trait of erotic sensitivity has continued. The years go by, and you have several more litters of your own before you advance beyond the age of fertility - of course, given the nature of your body, all that means is that you now only maintain your constant baseline of regular mating without the intense periodic frenzies of heat. As you would expect, those litters of kittens eventually mature and go on to have more of your own, and by the time your own heats are concluded your offspring are already pregnant with the fifth generation. Over time and genetic mingling, the gender contingent of the offspring mostly equalizes, although some of your own features, especially a similarly lithe and sexy frame, still persist (as, of course, does the sensitivity). Your male offspring don't seem to be quite as intensely affected, although as soon as they are matured, they avail themselves of every possibly sexual advance and opportunity. After some years, the phenomenon of your offspring's unusual behavior is pervasive enough that some voices finally air their concerns - by that point, however, there are far to many of them to really do anything about it, and given that their health does not seem to be otherwise affected, the "official" inquiry blows over without much in the way of problems, and the true source of the unusual behaviors remains hidden. The only main difference is that a separate dormitory is assigned exclusively for the female offspring of your genetic line, although it quickly becomes a popular clandestine destination and a rite of passage for the village's other maturing male children. Your offspring, due to their condition, aren't at all suited for hunting and are therefore assigned to various other occupations within the village. Some join you as assistant priestesses in the meeting house, while others become adept as merchants, innkeepers and entertainers. As they tend to remain in the safety of the village, their survival rate is high, as compared to the hunters and scouts from the other genetic lineages, and as a result your genetic line becomes more predominant, your offspring rising to complementary amounts of influence within the village. By the time you retire from your work at the meeting house and content yourself with regaling your grandchildren (of various levels of great-great-greatness) with your earlier exploits and explorations, the impact of your transformation has changed your village dramatically. Once primarily a hunting town with the concomitant industries, the village is well on its way to becoming a bustling center of trade and a place to visit in its own right, with the best entertainment in the region (especially if you happen to be of the feline persuasion, and even more so if you happen to be male). Instead of one meeting house, there are now three, the newly-built ones even larger and more intricate than the first, and constantly filled with far more women than are currently in heat. Throughout the town, the necessities of a growing number of women have quickly banished the previous prevailing notions of modesty and discretion, and the sight of an amorous couple giving in to their desires and going at it in public is now looked upon not so much with disapproval, but as an invitation to join in for anyone else so inclined. The town ambience is now accented by the constant background noise of soft, aroused moans filtering down the streets and throughout the squares, occasionally ascending to impressive simultaneous crescendoes. Overall, the town seems, to you at least, far more relaxed and pleasant than it ever has before, and as you find yourself pressed up against a market stall in the main square and being vigorously mated along with several generations of your offspring splayed out on the grass nearby, you begin to wonder if perhaps your so-called curse has actually been exactly what your town needed. Of course, a few strong thrusts after that and you aren't able to wonder consciously at all, but as the ecstasy flows through you as it has countless times before, you really don't much care. THE END

SECTION=dolphinx You decide that whatever it is, you don't really want to stick around and find out what sort of creature lives in a creepy underfround cavern. You turn quickly around and beat feet back up the path. You continue on for a ways, and the path back seems longer than before - at some point along the way, you realize that you've somehow made your way right past the fork in the tunnels and are a decent ways along the other one, your feet splashing lightly against the runoff dripping along the tunnel's floor as it slopes slowly downward. Knowing that you could just as easily overshoot going back and run into whatever had been emerging from the water, you resolve to press on down the new path, at least for now. ((Walk carefully down the damp, gently sloping passage|caveright))

SECTION=StoryTitle Beating The Heat Version 0.3.5

SECTION=Become the author instead You are now the author. Your entire world is sweat. You are drenched in the stuff. Sweat from your underarms pools out in circles across your light t-shirt, stretching out all the way to the seams on the end of the short sleeves. Sweat drenches your underwear, and even darkens your slacks with noticeable patches on your upper thighs in the front, and a wet rorshach pattern from your waistband to mid-thigh in the back. You realize that, inexplicably, even the skin on the back of your knees is covered in sweat. You've just written thousands of words, and multiple erotic passages, fingers flying madly across the keyboard as you hammered out sentences and paragraphs in the short space between thought and writing before your hands left the keyboard and translated the eroticism to action involving your nether parts. You've come twice so far, powerful orgasms that literally momentarily rob you of conscious thought as your mind is overwhelmed with the impossibly intense sensation, followed by intense pulsations and uncontrollable, wonderful shivers that run the length of your spine and cause your entire body to twitch like a marionette whose strings have suddenly been yanked. You almost contemplate going for a third, but you've exhausted all your ready material, and the quick pounding in your head as an eyestrain headache forms tells you that a sane person would stop here, or perhaps even long before this point. As you're not big on sanity, though, you're actively contemplating whether to press on regardless. Eventually you find a change for your sweat-soaked clothes and sit in the warmth of your room, a temperature that has surely been raised at least several degrees solely from the heat given off by your recent exertions. You can feel your muscles verging on cramping from typing for hours in your awkward position, but you refuse to give up, warm feelings continuing to flow through you as you are wrapped in an intense afterglow, a sure sign that your orgasm has coursed through you at full power.

You then decide that you're really not going to be at all serious when it comes to writing this story, and decide to add a frivolous random option on the front page.

CREDITS Author: interloper Some names in this story were generated using random name generators including the Yafnag generator from dicelog.com. Version Info 0.3.5 - This is primarily a utility release. There is a new feature: breadcrumb navigation! Along the top of most sections you will now find a navigation header, with various links that will allow you to step back to certain previous decision points at any time to explore another path, instead of being able to step back only one level. Additionally, due to the removal of passage size limitations, a number of endings have been consolidated into one passage for a less-interrupted reading experience. There is also one additional choice point to allow for slightly more granular choices in the dolphin area, and the usual corrections here and there, but no new substantial narrative content. 0.3.4 - Now with over 125,000 words! There is also a new transitional passage, a new choice, and a fairly lengthy new ending, along with the usual minor tweaks and edits. 0.3.3 - The new word count is 118,125. This update includes a continuation of the dolphin arc, along with a new forest encounter, including several new choices and one new ending. No gnolls were telefragged during the creation of this update. 0.3.2 - Because the new story system only provides a character count rather than a direct word count, I am now using an averaged method calculated generally from my writing as a factor to provide an estimated word count. Acording to that, the current word count for this story is 107,112 (including the text in all sections). Included in this update are several additional choice points and a few new endings, including (by request) an experimental, partially complete experimental section involving anthropomorphic dolphins. Also, there are cougars. 0.3.1 - The orc arc is now complete, with a multitude of choices, options, and endings... some decidedly more pleasant than others. This arc also contains some of the most serious plot and meaningful decisions yet, totalling 23,772 words (that's over 60 printed pages). This brings the total word count to 92,785 words. 0.3.0.1 - Some minor edits, that's it. 0.3 - Painstakingly ported the entire story by hand into a brand new display engine! Instead of using Twine, the story is now being published in AXMA Story Maker, which provides several new features for you, the reader! The visual display is a bit better, and can be switched between a few different color schemes, and there's also a menu that lets you change the text size, along with a few other options. There are also now working buttons to allow you to step back through your previous choices, along with restarting the story outright, and there is also an in-game bookmark feature to save and restore your progress. There are a few tradeoffs - namely, a passage text size limit, so a few of the longer endings are now split up into multiple pages. However, the text formatting all seems to be working flawlessly in this new version, so there's that... Oh yeah, and there's a few new choices and a new subending lurking somewhere in there - but if you're itching to get to them already, this version also contains a spoiler map to lead you exactly where you want to go :) 0.2 - Added a couple of new choices and two (lengthy) endings! A few typos cleared up here and there. Total word count is now at 61,306 words - this thing is now officially novel-length and still growing. 0.1.9 - there is no version 0.19. 0.1.8 - Added 10 new choices, new encounters and 4 new endings (including two sub-endings). A few other minor changes and fixes. Now with 100% more tentacles! Almost 18000 words were added in this version, bringing the total count to 49,262 words. 0.1.7 - Added some new choices/endings (6 new choices, 1 new ending). Some additional cleanup here and there. The formatting should be working correctly now. 31,394 total words. 0.1.6 - Some choices/endings fleshed out a bit more, squashed multiple typos/grammar weirdness in the early story. Working on correcting the apostrophe formatting error, with limited effect. 0.1.5 - The very first released version. Contains several choices and endings, but is still mostly incomplete. {{{A note on version numbers:}}} {{{0.X - A very major revision, adding an entire new arc, changing the underlying engine, etc. (or 10 content updates, I guess...)}}} {{{0.0.X - A content update, usually adding some new choices, at least one new or extended ending, etc.}}} {{{0.0.0.X - Minor updates and edits.}}} Go back to ((Start))

SECTION=Get tentacled {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} You feel yourself relaxing involuntarily against the mass of tentacles writhing along the trunk of the tree, your heat causing the panic in your mind to quickly fade, displacing it with naked arousal as the tentacles play across your body. Many tentacles are soon tugging at your various items of clothing, and you can feel the ties loosening bit by bit under their insistent, repeated motions. The vest comes apart first, the two pieces separating as the ties on one side finally give out, and you can feel as the garment is pulled away, your breasts bouncing as the leather is pulled across them, the vest quickly vanishing off to the side as it is worked over by a mass of green tendrils. At the same time, more tendrils are already wrapping themselves firmly around your waist, while several others pull at the ties on your bikini. It soon also gives way, sliding down off your butt and disappearing between your legs, leaving only your tight cloth bra and sopping panties. As they are much less hearty, the tentacles make quick work of them: one tentacle nestles in between your breasts, grabs the front of the fabric, and yanks, and you feel a twinge across your back as the fabric there quickly gives way, and the same with your shoulders a moment later as the garment is quickly ripped off. Moments later, two tentacles hook around the fabric on the outside of your hips, and yank outward, causing you to wince as the fabric momentarily presses in hard against you before it begins to rip, and even more tentacles plunge forward to get in on the action. The fabric tugs hard against your crotch before it finally fails, the tentacles tearing it to shreds and flinging it away. With all of the barriers separating your most sensitive areas from the tentacles, you soon feel the tendrils wrapped around your knees pulling upwards and to the sides, your weight shifting as your feet leave the ground and your entire weight becomes supported by the mass of grasping tentacles. Your knees are soon pulled up higher that your hips as you dangle within the trees clutches, your legs spread apart and the engorged pink flesh of your mound on full and prominent display. Some of the tentacles are already sliding down your abdomen toward it, and your mind flashes white with panic even as your body thrills, as you realize what is about to happen next. Strangely enough, the tentacles stop just on the periphery of your mound, gently teasing at the soft flesh. A moment later, though, you realize that they are only there as accessory stimulation. You realize this, of course, because what can only be the plant's primary tendril swings into view. Considerably thicker than the other tendrils, and practically glowing a vibrant green, the main tendril almost seems to bulge with the vegetation analogue to muscle. It hovers a foot away from your face, and you get the odd feeling that the thing is somehow staring at you. After a moment, though, it begins to glide lower, and then it darts in to quickly nudge against each of your nipples in turn, your body squirming at the warm, slimy sensation as the front of your breasts are coated with the tendril's ever-present slime. The slime from this tendril is different, though, and it seems to permeate through your fur and into your skin, leaving it warm, tingly, and wanting to be touched. A handful of tendrils drift down to comply with the new desire, cradling each breast and running their penile tips around the edge of your nipples in a steady circular motion, occasionally flicking across them and sending warm shivers down your spine. You find yourself rapidly beginning to purr as the steady stimulation further stokes your desire, and you can feel your pussy begin to twitch gently in time with the circular strokes. The main tendril drifts down as your purring occasionally modulates into a moan, and appears to regard your mound with approval, even as you can feel your juices beginning to flow in earnest, quickly coating your pussy lips with your own slick warmth. You can't help but look down at the tendril as it begins to undulate back and forth, structures that look like veins beginning to pulse on the outside of it, and the undulation quickly increases to a rapid, throbbing vibration, the end of the tentacle sticking out straight and seeming to glow even more intensely. From what you know of cocks, this one looks like it is on the verge of bursting into orgasm, and a few seconds later it does indeed burst - although not quite in the way that you were expecting. Instead of a burst of fluid shooting out to cover your pussy, the sides of the tendril seem to simultaneously explode outwards, flailing about like the petals of an odd, expanding flower. Each of the petals seems to then divide in an attendant explosion, and within moments you realize that part of the reason the tendril is so thick is that most of the outside layer of "skin" is actually dozens of thin, tightly coiled tendrils that have now exploded into action. Sticking out in the midst of all of them, the tendril's tip glows a bright green, the penile shape unmistakable as its thick girth extends forward. The thin peripheral tentacles, after a moment of seeming confusion, quickly shoot forward and down with a sense of purpose. They quickly dip down towards your mound, and although they are soon out of your restricted field of view, you can feel the warmth of the thin tendrils as several of them find your pussy lips at once, curling slightly inside to get a good purchase on each lip, and then tugging on them gently. A few others slide forward along the lips, nudging the hood aside and sliding in to encircle your clit, a move that elicits a gasp and a shudder from you, your hips squirming involuntarily as the intense feeling nearly drives you over the edge, stopped only by the itch of your heat demanding more. You are certainly more than ready, and your swollen pussy lips give in eagerly to the gentle tugging of the tendrils, spreading them wide enough that you can just barely feel the fur on your innermost thigh nudging against the spread edges. Seeing that your hole is now completely exposed and unobstructed, the main tendril darts down between your legs and out of view, only to reappear in your awareness with a sudden jolt as it plunges inside. The tendril wastes no time, shoving itself deep inside, a stretching sensation rippling across your pussy as your inner walls conform around it, the girth of the tendril pressing tightly against them and saturating them with its intense, slimy warmth. Between your own wetness and the tendril's coating, it is able to easily move into position, nestling well inside and squirming around a bit, creating an almost stirring sensation as it slides around against your sensitive walls. Between the squirming warmth of the tentacle and the rubbing of the tendrils on your breasts, pussy lips and clit, it doesn't take long before the sensations build up towards an electric crescendo, and you feel your pussy clench and hips shudder as you quickly roll into an overwhelming orgasm, ecstasy pulsing across your mind as you let out a pulsating moan, your limbs twitching as your body gives itself over completely to the feeling. Even as you go mostly limp, the only movement coming in the form of rhythmic pulses as your pussy clenches and shivers around the tendril undulating inside you, you can feel the tentacle pulling slowly back, ever so slowly, just as you can see a rapid, rolling movement rippling along the length of the tentacle towards you... The wave suddenly flips along the nearby section and down between your legs, followed immediately by a sudden, powerful thrust that sends the tendril darting back inside your still-spasming pussy with tremendous force, and you shudder and groan at the dull, thumping impact as the head of the tendril slams home against your cervix. Almost as soon as it slams in, the head of the tendril seems to explode inside you, a burst of warmth followed by a swelling that further stretches your inner walls, followed by an even more unusual sensation - the tickling touch of hundreds of tiny tendrils stroking against your walls. Somehow, you realize, the tendril has performed a similar splitting transformation inside you, but before you can consider what this means, your body and mind are paralyzed by a seemingly impossible sensation - that of the tendrils poking at your cervix, still trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm, and you can feel it grinding against them, yielding, and one by one you can sense the tendrils slipping inside. Soon, you can feel their touch deep within your belly as they impossibly intertwine inside of your womb. The tendrils seem to elongate, and you can feel more and more of them slip through, undulating against each other as they form an ever-expanding ball that rumbles queasily across your insides. The bizarre sensation is practically indescribable, as the tentacles seem to invade every part of your reproductive system, and all you can do is sit there limply, suspended by the tentacle tree, your tongue lolling and eyes fixed open, staring aimlessly as your body tries and fails to come to terms with what is happening to it. Every part of your pussy and womb is now fully engaged with the constantly shifting tentacles, and while the whole situation has quickly lost any notion of sexiness, the complete fullness has shoved away every last vestige of the heat-driven itch. You even realize, through it all, that you can feel a series of warm pinpricks pulsing inside high on your belly, the kind of feeling that sometimes comes when you're being mated, and indicates the onset of your fertility - only instead of a pinprick here and there from the raking of a feline cock, the warm pulses are coming rapidly, one after the other, and continue until they grow to a steady thrum that lasts for several minutes, and ends with your cervix convulsing around the mass of tentacles. They seem to interpret this as a signal to finish, and the insane sensations subside as the tentacles disengage themselves and begin to slip back out of your womb. Your cervix gives a final shudder as the last tendril slips back out, your whole pelvis going limp as the mass of the main tendril slips slowly out of it. The thing finally emerges, a stringy, glistening mass, and its attendant tendrils finally release your pussy lips as the whole messy thing retracts in front of you. You can feel your pussy lips return mostly to their normal positions, still stretched and gaping a bit, even as you notice several tendrils detach themselves from your body, freeing your breasts and uncoiling from around your waist, instead curling towards the main tendril. Small tendrils shoot forward from their penile tips, looking almost like serpentine tongues, and they begin to lap eagerly at the combined slimy mess of your tentacular mating coating the main tendril, even as you feel others approach to lap at your pussy and along your ass, soaking up your juices as they pour out profusely from your stretched hole. Somehow, perversely, the plant seems to be feeding on the product of your sex! After a few minutes, and a few additional shudders as the tongues play across your pussy lips, your crotch and the main tendril are both licked clean. You still feel stunned, though, your insides rumbling and squirming from the aftermath of the seemingly impossible penetration, your mind barely able to form coherent thoughts as it desperately tries to recover and make sense of the bizarre situation. The tentacles seem satisfied to refrain from molesting you further, though, and while the larger ones do not relinquish their suspending grip on your extremities, you are allowed enough of a respite to come down from the shocking experience. It still makes no sense, and you can't fathom what the tentacles could have possibly wanted so deep inside you - despite their eagerness, you are almost completely certain that however much breeding between species might be possible, such a possibility does not extend to a combination of plant and animal. And despite the insane sensations and the conscious humiliation the experience would bring were it not for the mitigation of heat, the encounter has done a good job of sating heat's itch, so much so that you realize your most prominent feeling is that of relaxation and relief. As time stretches on, though, your relief turns to anxiety. While the tentacles have ceased bothering you, neither are they releasing you, which seems strange - usually, such a creature relinquished its prey once it had its way with them. While the tentacles are supporting you comfortably enough, you remain their prisoner, completely naked in their clutches with your legs spread wide and your dripping pussy exposed. The position in and of itself feels humiliating, the frustration of captivity becoming more so as the demands of your heat once again begin to mount. After a while, you see a shimmering in the corner of your vision, and you crane your head to see what is going on. Towards the side of the grove, a seemingly impenetrable stand of trees shimmers, revealing an extension of the path. You look on at the revealed path, which gently curves around, and as you look along it, you realize that it only travels a short distance before it intersects with another path. This path, though, looks like one of the main ones through the forest, well-maintained, and, you realize, heavily traveled. As you can clearly see the path from your vantage point, though, you realize that the tentacle tree is just as visible from the path itself - and that any passers-by will also have a clear view of your body on display, suspended and helpless, your legs wide and pussy clearly available, without any hope of resistance. A sense of dread forms in the pit of your stomach as you realize just what the plant has in store for you. Over the next several days, your fears are quickly confirmed: your predicament is clearly visible from the path, and while a few travelers simply gawk or tsk-tsk from the main path at the sight of you, many of them take a more hands-on approach. The plant, of course, helps to encourage them, flicking out a few thin tentacles whenever it senses anyone approaching, and playing them tantalizingly across your clit until you begin to twitch and moan involuntarily, projecting your horny state to any nearby travelers. A few, of course, are noble, chivalrously demanding that the plant release you, or taking a few tentative whacks at the tentacles holding you with knives or swords. Their attempts to secure your freedom, however, are largely unsuccessful, and they instead receive a thorough tentacles thwomping, a particularly burly tentacle occasionally grabbing them up by the waist and tossing them a considerable distance back into the forest. Most, however, are not quite so scrupulous, and take your exposed pussy and horny moans as an open invitation. A few of them make groping attempts at foreplay, but most of them simply tug down their trousers or loincloths and shove their burgeoning erections between your legs with little ceremony, spreading your half-stretched lips apart and fucking you roughly to the particular rhythms of their species. The humping alternates between pain and pleasure, the presence of a procession of strangers shoved up against your thighs distressing even as your body relishes in the relief such rough mating entails. While the tentacle tree is quite happy to broadcast your moans, whenever you try to scream at being suddenly and roughly mated, a tentacle quickly wraps itself around your open mouth and presses in, your tongue twitching away from the strange flavor of its slimy coating, your cries muted as whatever stranger in front of you continues their merciless thrusts. Since your body is adapted for the rigors of feline mating, though, even when the mating is rough and sudden, the combination of your body's resilient neural adaptation and the constant residual moisture of heat means that at some point, most of the matings turn eventually to pleasure, and many of the matings end with your pussy clenched warmly around their cock, shuddering in orgasm even as they thrust in deep and spurt their cum inside you. After each mating, the plant licks away the products of your sex as they drip steadily from your continually stretched pussy, cleaning and subtly preparing you for the next stranger to spot you along the path. While almost all of the travelers that approach you are male, midway through you are approached by a bunny girl, wearing the traditional underwear-style clothes of an animal villager, and while she is generally thin overall, she nevertheless has reasonably ample breasts and nicely rounded hips. She seems more puzzled than anything else, venturing over to ask what you are doing, and why. As she does, you can feel the tentacles shifting you around, so that you are facing more to the side, and it quickly becomes obvious why: for some reason, the tree is giving you a front-row seat to watch as it plays with its new victim! You realize that you probably should have been screaming a warning even before she approached, and you try to quickly warn her off now, but she is well within the grasp of the tree and your warning comes far too late. Restrained, you listen to her shriek as the tentacles whip out to grab her, and you have no choice but to watch her quickly succumb to the tentacle tree's strength and end up similarly restrained. You wonder if you should try to reassure her - if any reassurance can be found in this situation - but you ultimately can't think of anything useful to say, watching in silence as the tentacles rip off her underwear and proceed to steadily have their way with her. You realize, as she squirms and her cute pink pussy twitches on display, that you are quickly finding the whole scene strangely erotic, and by the time she lets out a delightful squeal as the main tendril enters her, your pussy is ready and eagerly dripping. A few tentacles twitch idly over and begin playing across your crotch and clit, making use of your obvious arousal, and you find yourself rapidly approaching orgasm even as the bunny girl's eyes go wide and legs go limp, your thighs twitching and pussy spasming while the bunny girl's belly bulges outward from the press of tentacles, a sight that you apparently now find to be compellingly erotic. You relax from the orgasm as the tentacles retreat, and the blissful look on your face earns you a troubled and somewhat accusatory look from her. Neither of you can think of anything to say, and a part of you feels rather guilty for allowing her to become similarly trapped. Nevertheless, the two of you share in the predicament, and you sit restrained, side by side, as various men attend to you both. You often find yourself watching her in the throes of mating, puzzled by the fact that you find it erotic, although group mating is hardly alien to your species - still, the encounters are practically tantamount to rape, and your level of discomfort grows with your level of arousal. Finally, around the same time that your heat ends, the tree finally sees fit to release the grasp of its tentacles from around your body, apparently satisfied with the entertainment and sustenance that you have provided. You collapse to the ground, sore and exhausted from your ordeal, your muscles cramped and weak from your unusual comfinement. Every part of you aches, and your insides still feel intensely weird, but at least you are free. You glance back at the bunny girl, still engaged in the tree's clutches, and her eyes mutely plead with you - she tries to speak, but a tentacle wraps around her mouth. You consider trying to do something, anything, to free her, but you also know that you can barely stand, let alone fight, and even if you could, your weapons and clothing are long gone. You finally stammer an apology and stagger away from the grove, your tail dragging along the ground in shame... although, as you walk down the path and notice the looks of the other travelers, you wrap it tightly between your legs instead, crossing your arms in front of your breasts in a desperate attempt at modesty. The path is clearly marked, and you eventually make it back to your village. On your way back, you encounter a ranger patrolling the path, and you at least make an effort to tell him about the tree and the girl that is still trapped there. He promises to investigate, and while you doubt he can do much about the situation (if, in fact, the path to the tree hasn't magically gone off elsewhere), passing along the information at least helps to assuage your guilt. You finally make it back to your house and collapse into bed, exhausted. The heat and the constant feel of the tentacles against your body made sleep during your ordeal difficult, and you compensate by sleeping through most of the next day, followed by a lengthy bath in a nearby stream to purge the residual slime from your fur. You spend the next few days recovering, and then head out with new equipment on a quixotic quest to find the tree and free its captive. Try as you might, though, scouring along paths well-traveled and obscure, the magic path leading to the plant is gone, and you are unable to find the slightest trace of its presence. As the days go by, though, and your belly begins to swell, you realize that as a result of the ordeal, you have become pregnant! You can't really figure out how, though, as despite being mated (or more accurately raped) by a large variety of men, you can't recall any of them being even close to feline. The pregnancy is real, though, and proceeds over its natural course, keeping you largely restricted to your house for months. The others in the village help out, though, and soon you give birth to a sizable and surprising litter of half-breeds: while all have some feline traits, many of them also show canine, vulpine, ursine, or even, bizarrely enough, reptilian features. Whatever the tentacles did inside you, not only did they induce ovulation and make you fertile, they somehow made your eggs capable of being fertilized by just about anyone! The villagers, while puzzled, nevertheless accept your unusual collection of children, and begin to raise them communally as is the standard feline tradition. As for you, you eventually return to your regular life, but occasionally before you go to sleep you'll see the face of the hapless bunny girl, and feel a twinge of sadness at her uncertain fate, and your failure to prevent it. You also make an effort to spend your subsequent heats within the confines of your own village, as you somehow feel that your expanded fertility is now a permanent fixture of your sexual capability... and if fertility is almost guaranteed either way, you reason that it makes more sense to bear your own kind, instead of risking an unusual mating that results in the birth of something truly terrifying... THE END Or... ((Watch your children grow|tentaclespawn))

SECTION=Story Concept //Be aware that the following section mostly contains a rambling personal recollection, and read accordingly.// In all honesty, the very primitive premise of this story came about when I was reading through the excellent and occasionally heart-wrenching __Prequel:Adventure__ visual novel/hypertext fiction/whateverthehomestuckesquethingitis. I thought, basically, "What would it be like to have a story like this, but where it didn't cut away for the sex scenes?" And then, after thinking about it a bit more, "What would it be like to have a story like this where you could choose the unfortunate fate to befall the character rather than being railroaded along a predetermined path? (and yes, I know that said path is effectively crowdsourced, but still that's not quite the same thing.) When I began working on the concept, though, I realized that I wanted it to be more than just some sort of fanfiction - I wanted it to be an adult-oriented gamebook-style adventure in its own right. So, apart from the similarity of being a tawny-furred catgirl, I did away with the very little I had of the fanfiction version and started anew with an original feline protagonist, and instead of trying to base it specifically in the TES world I decided to go for "original-ish generic fantasy world with beast races and whatever other random and/or silly and/or completely bonkers non-canon stuff I can shoehorn in." (Admittedly, I suppose you could say that there's a similarity due to the possibility of the protagonist stumbling into all sorts of misadventures and sometimes humiliating sexual situations, although to be honest this penchant for misadventure has also been present in adventure gamebooks basically since their inception, where the eventual goal was to figure out the precise sequence of choices that would get you the singular "good" ending amidst a sea of failures, most of which involved your character dying in a particularly gruesome or amusing way. Given the nature of this particular story, what constitutes a good or bad ending probably has much more to do with what you're into, and with the no-death rule I suppose you could say that there are no bad endings per se - that being said, some are definitely more unpleasant than others, although I think that all of them are at least interesting, and certainly more involved than some of the adventure gamebook failures, which could often be summed up as something akin to "you choose path X, after which you fall off a cliff and die." I suppose the essence of this long-winded rant is that this story follows some of the storied gamebook tradition of falling into various predicaments, but in a way that elaborates more on the consequences of each particular path in a way that I find to be much more satisfying.) With that sorted, I began writing scenarios for this story in the spring of 2012, and I've been writing more and more ever since, racking up over 90,000 words by mid-December of the same year and officially making this the longest project (by word length) that I have ever worked on, and while it is far from finished it has more than enough content to be a complete experience in its own right. While I work on this along with various other projects, this has been the story that I come to when I want to write something relatively quick and sexy, something that has certainly allowed it to expand far more quickly than I had initially imagined. That being said, of course, the orc saga alone is practically a novella in its own right, and given the gamut of serious emotions that it managed to evoke in me, I suppose there is something somewhat serious about this project after all. Regardless, though, it's been a fun project so far, and overall I love writing it. Growing up, I was always fascinated and entranced by gamebooks, avidly reading through them and occasionally cringing upon reaching yet another awful ending, but intrigued nonetheless by what the mechanic of choice added to the narrative experience (wow, that last sentence sounds ridiculously pretentious). I have always wanted to do a project like this, to write a gamebook/CYOA of my own, and somehow I actually have. To be honest, I never quite thought it would turn out to be one about hardcore furry fantasy erotica - I always imagined it would be something with more of a space-adventure or special-forces bent - but I suppose I can't complain. Thanks to some brilliant modern software, my dream of writing a gamebook has finally come to fruition. I hope that you have enjoyed exploring this ever-expanding world as much as I have enjoyed writing it. And remember, every time you paw off to this story, somewhere, somehow, a slightly demented grin spreads across an interloper's face :)

SECTION=Join the women {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))} You decide that waiting your heat out with the other cat-women is worth a try - after all, they know what you are going through, and have apparently used this secluded retreat successfully before to make it through. After all, if it doesn't work out, you can always leave and return to your original plans. You step over to the shore of the small lake, noting that the area ringing it is composed of rock slabs rather than dirt, and you find a flat, dry spot where you can set down your gear, unburdening yourself of your knife and bow. As you loosen the ties on your outerwear, you notice that the woman who was talking to you is already entering the water. She has a slightly fuller figure than yours, but her fur is lustrous and well cared for, and she moves with a grace even more refined than the typical feline agility. Her body is well-framed by her curves and plush tail, and you can't help but fix a lingering glance on her backside as it slowly submerges beneath the waterline. You can acknowledge that her figure is quite aesthetically pleasing, and in other circumstances your thoughts might well go beyond that. However, your state of heat means that there is only one body type that can now fully satisfy you. As a result, during your heat, females in your mind seem to fade in relevance sexually, and were there any males around, to your perception they might almost seem to fade into the background. In this situation, though, you realize that even if they are female, it's still probably better than being alone in the forest with only your heat for company. You quickly shed your leather vest and bikini, placing them neatly on the ground behind your other gear, and a moment later, your underwear falls to the ground beside it. You realize that simply stripping off the constricting clothing, and alleviating the sensations that go along with it, is already something of a relief. You stand there for a moment, letting the warm sun play across your fur, and take a moment to stretch, arching your back and tail. When you release the stretch and look back at the lake, though, you notice that all four women have their eyes on you. Apparently your stretch also had somewhat of a buoyant effect on your breasts, putting them momentarily on prominent display, and it seems that you are just as aesthetically pleasing to them. They watch, apparently appreciatively, as you step forward and lower your leg into the water. You have no idea how deep the water goes towards the center of the lake, but the bottom of it seems to slope down gradually, the waterline slowly working its way up your legs as you venture towards the group. You can feel your fur floating outward in the water, and the water feels pleasantly cool against the skin beneath. Unlike your animal namesake, you have little fear of water, and you are soon submerged up to your waist, giving the water's surface an experimental splash. One of the other women notices and sends a splash of water back your way, the water's spray dancing across the fur on your chest. You send back a retaliatory splash, and soon the five of you are having a miniature water war towards the middle of the lake. It's utterly silly, and something you haven't engaged in since you were a kitten, but it's also a bit of carefree fun that at least momentarily takes your mind off your condition. When the fight ends, you are all soaked from head to toe, and laughing uncontrollably at the sheer silliness of it all. You flop onto your back and float for a moment, trying to calm down from the excitement and exertion, as you realized that your excitement has also progressed in other ways. Glancing down along your body, you can see that your nipples are erect and bright red, probably not just from the cool water, and the tip of your mound that you can see is a similar color, feeling as though it is radiating out warmth despite the cool water surrounding it. After a moment, you drop back to a standing position in the waist-deep water, but the woman from before has already noticed your condition and is walking over. She steps in close, and her body is quickly against you, your wet fur intermingling as her breasts squish softly against yours, the soft, wet fur causing you to shiver as it rubs across your nipples. You feel her arms wrap around you, her hands coming together to rest on your lower back, as she whispers something you can't quite make out towards your ear. While it's not quite what you need, her touch is nice and soft, and you return the embrace as her hands move lower, caressing the base of your tail until it arcs up out of the water and begins flicking about in response to the touch. You purr and lean into her embrace, feeling suddenly warm, as her hands roam across your buttocks, squeezing them and spreading them apart, and you can feel your pussy lips spreading slightly along with them, the cool water playing across your inner folds. You try to reciprocate with your own hands, running them along her back, but your motions stop with a shiver as three fingers press gently between your legs, one of them resting against your hood and nudging it up against your extra-sensitive clit. You can't help but let out a moan at the sensation, which gets the attention of the other women. Two of the others, already paired off in their own embrace, only glance your way for a moment, but the third one, with petite breasts but shapely hips, splashes her way over. You see her move around you out of the corner of your eye, and a moment later she almost falls against you from behind, her boobs squishing against your back, and you can feel the warmth of her nipples even through your fur. You can also feel an intense warmth against the base of your tail, though, and you realize that the woman behind you has somehow managed to straddle your tail and leave it pressed up against her heat-engorged crotch. She leans into you and wraps her arms around your sides, sliding them under your own to hug the woman in front of you as well. Your tail, in response to the unusual stimulation, begins to twitch and thrash even more madly behind you, arching back to almost intertwine with another tail, and the movement causes the woman to shiver repeatedly against you, moaning in your ear - moans that are steadily rising in pitch. Even as she reacts to the sensation, though, you can see her arms sliding down the other woman's back, darting in between your own, which have only progressed to the point of gently squeezing her butt. A moment later, the woman in front of you begins to squirm against you too, almost certainly as a result of hands stimulating her pussy in the same way that hers are to yours. Despite the distraction of being pounced from behind and the attendant stimulations, a wonderful shiver that rocks your own hips forward refocuses your mind to the stimulation going on between your own legs, where two expert hands are now at work, alternating between stroking the sensitive, innermost part of your thighs, and massaging the entire length of your pussy lips, one hand putting just the right amount of warm pressure on your mound as the other slides a couple of fingers along the ridge of your pussy lips, up to the top where they snuggle wonderfully against your clit for an exquisite moment before dipping back down between them to slide briefly inside you, curling around to stimulate something that you never realized could be quite that sensitive. Her hands continue to play nonstop, and the combination of her stimulation and the undulating bodies against you cause warmth to spread outward from your pelvis, as you can feel a climax building steadily deep inside. Of course, yours is not the only one, as the base of your tail is saturated in wet warmth from a pussy that is grinding against it, so close you can feel the lips twitching against you, and the hands working between your thighs begin to pause, shaking and pushing in against you, as her own body begins to be overwhelmed by a similar touch. Your trio of moans builds into a steady crescendo, and one of them turns to an almost feral-sounding yowl as the woman behind you shivers intensely, her thighs clamping around your tail and twitching in time to the rhythmic contractions of her pussy. You only notice for a moment, though, as an unsteady finger nudges exquisitely at your clit, a sensation that quickly sends you over the edge, and your moans turn to steady pants as you undulate between them, your hips rocking forward and shuddering at the wonderful sensation, and you can feel your knees go weak as the feeling rolls its way up your spine and shivers its way across your mind, accompanied by the wonderful pulsations that throb through your abdomen. Soon, you are all panting and trying to recover your breath, somehow propping each other up in your combined embrace. You snuggle together with your two newfound partners for a moment, then stagger back to the opposite shore on wobbly knees, supporting each other carefully, and make it to shore without collapsing into the water. You notice that the other two are already there relaxing on the shore. The three of you lay side by side on the warm, flat stone along the edge of the lake, drying off and recovering from the wonderful exertion of your encounter. You can still feel your pussy contract and twitch every few minutes or so as your body slowly comes down from its climax. You are actually quite amazed at the skilled hands of your partners, as you find it difficult if not impossible to get off from hands alone during the internal demands of heat, although you have to admit that their skills at that sort of stimulation do far surpass your own. Or perhaps, you wonder, if it has something to do with the close body contact. Of course, given that one of them managed to get off just by taking advantage of your own hyperactive tail, you're still not sure quite how it happened. Maybe something to do with the water? As you rest, though, you realize that while the climax was indeed relaxing, it appears to have moved the heat further along rather than sating it, and you can now feel that need gnawing at your abdomen, an aching itch deep inside you, that no amount of external stimulation will be able to satiate. You absentmindedly scratch at the point low on your belly where the itch is most intense, but of course it does little good. Instead, you try and ignore the feeling, focusing instead on the warm stone and the sun's rays shining down on you, although less intensely as the sun is already lower in the sky. You lie there and talk with the other women as the sun dips steadily down towards the horizon. The woman who you met initially is called Aimah, and the one who pounced on you from behind is Brenza, while the other pair are Aluryn and Ladessa. You discover that their different patterns and lighter fur stem from the fact that their genetic lineage descends from a tribe that originated far to the south, in deserts and savannahs that you've never had a chance to visit, and came up north hundreds of years ago in search of better hunting and more plentiful food and water, as a surging population had overwhelmed the very limited resources of their arid village of origin. They have apparently adapted well to living in this forested region, despite the vastly different temperatures. While the resources are far more abundant here, the village's traditions are still steeped in the lessons of their harsh life hundreds of years ago, including the pain of an overburdened population, and as a result actual breeding is strictly limited with only a few females taking their turns. Of course, the other females suffered as a result, and the plan to limit mating was in jeopardy, until the discovery of the retreat - and the return of certain other traditional ritual practices that they had recently restored. You ask them about those rituals, but they reply that such things are better experienced than described, and gesture for you to follow them down a short path curving back around from the lake as the sun slides below the horizon. You follow them, momentarily hesitant about your naked state, but none of the others seem to mind it. The path is quite short indeed, and a few steps take you past a small stand of trees and back around to an area near the cliff face, where a stand of brush somehow shifts away to reveal the opening of a cave in the rock. The entrance is narrow, requiring you to duck your head and walk single-file, but after a slight turn it quickly opens out into an expansive cavern, the center of which is dominated by a large, bright bonfire, the smoke from it wafting up to disappear into the darkness, the chamber's ceiling high enough that you can't see the top of it. Arrayed around the bonfire on the cave's stone floor are piles of various furs and soft hides harvested from some of the native prey creatures, and some of them are already occupied by a half-dozen other women, paired off and engaging in some sort of amorous activity in various positions, some which look considerably more unusual than others. You can't quite tell what they're doing exactly, though, although some of the motions seem very reminiscent of traditional mating. Aimah walks over to the side of the cave, where there is a pile of what look like variously shaped sticks, grabs one, and brings it over to show you. Up close, you can see that it is thicker than most sticks, formed from a light-colored wood that has been lacquered to an impressive finish. You realize that the stick is actually two pieces somehow joined together through carpentry, and the ends were first sanded and planed down to smooth hemispheres. When you go to hold it, though, you realize that the wood is only smooth at the ends - along most of its length it is actually prickly, containing rows of almost transparent spines, which curve slightly inward on either side towards the place where the two pieces are joined. Aimah explains that the plant it is built from is actually a cactuslike shrub from their native desert, which eventually becomes woody and is then harvested for this purpose. You quickly realize that the device is intended to simulate the mating potential of a male, and while it does not strongly resemble a cock, its presence and spines are designed to stimulate the insides in a way that could work to satiate the heat. You almost ask why the device is curved at both ends, but you can quickly figure it out, as Aimah finds a spot to recline near the fire, and gestures for you to join her. As you sit down nearby, squirming involuntarily as your mound brushes against the furs, you watch as Aimah lays back and begins to spread her legs apart. Soon, her feet are splayed to either side, and her red, swollen pussy is fully displayed to you without a hint of embarrassment, a sure sign that she is well into her heat. Her lips are already partially parted on their own, glistening with copious moisture that drips slowly down from her hole. She moves the stick into place with an expert hand, and you watch as she nuzzles the smooth end against her clit, her hips squirming from the touch, her lips twitching before they spread even wider. She moves the stick further down, and you watch as her lips spread around it, encircling it completely and rippling against the rows of spines as she works it further inside. It stops at about the point where the two halves are joined, along with a loud moan from Aimah as he back involuntarily arches. After a moment of recovery, Aimah indicates for you to lie in a similar position and scoot yourself forward towards her to take in the other half of the device. You lie back and slowly move yourself forward, resting some weight on your side as you work to move your butt closer to hers without getting your legs tangled up. After one failed try, you manage to do so, and soon the other end of the stick is rubbing against the edge of your mound, poking into your thigh. You reach down and maneuver it over towards your pussy lips, feeling it slide smoothly along them, its curved end naturally easing them apart, and in their engorged and aroused state they yield to it and slide apart around it without even a hint of resistance. You rock your hips, trying to move your butt forward, and Aimah does the same, each motion sliding the stick a bit further inside. It feels slightly warm inside you, not cold as you had imagined, although hardly as warm, or as soft, as the feeling of an actual cock. You can also feel the curved spines pressing against you, but they are not particularly uncomfortable or prickly as they go in. Another few moves forward, and you feel several things at once: the strangely erotic impact as the tip bangs up against something inside you, something that is happy to feel its pressure, while at the same time your body comes together with Aimah's, and you can feel her warm, wet lips pressing against yours, their soft presence rubbing you gently as one of the ridges tucks itself around your clit, feeling impossibly soft against your sensitive nub. You moan at the feeling as well, relaxing against Aimah, even as you feel her body begin to move again... She slides back, as the stick rocks back out of her, and partially back out of you, and your moan turns into a yowl as you feel the spines dig in. Even with your own copious heat-driven lubrication, you can feel the spines engage against your inner walls, raking and scratching against them with the feeling of a hundred intense, simultaneous pinpricks. You can feel your insides writhe in protest as your vision flashes white with the sudden pain, but the feeling quickly subsides as Aimah's hips slide back into contact with yours, the spines disengaging as the stick returns to its comfortable position deep inside you, and the pleasant touch of Aimah's soft lips return as she almost seems to roll her hips against yours, your clit almost seeming to hum with sensation and energy as she rubs against you. The cycle continues, but by the fourth stroke your body has finally convinced itself that it is being mated, and fully engages in the way it normally does, as the stinging pain of the raking spines is retranslated by your mind into waves of shuddering pleasure. Getting into it fully, you rock back against Aimah with renewed enthusiasm, the rest of the world seeming to fade away as your bodies begin to rock together in a steady rhythm, punctuated only by your moans and a deep climax building deep inside you. The device inside you feels comfortable, and warmer than before, leaving you feeling completely filled as each stroke scratches your itch and sates your heat, the tip rapping against your insides in a steady rhythm until one press sends a shock through your body, and when Aimah tries to slide back you don't let her, pressing forward instead and locking your hips together, your clit pulsating warmly tucked against her lips, and the thing deep inside almost seeming to open somehow as it clutches at the device, spreading warmth across you as your inner walls clench tightly around the device, shuddering in pleasure as the spines press snugly against it before pulsing around it in a series of contractions, each of them sending waves of pleasure rolling through you, even as you can feel Aimah's pussy lips beginning to spasm against yours. You both relax for a moment, coming down from the climax, before slowly edging back and withdrawing the stick. It prickles slightly as it slides out, and in a few moments Aimah is holding it in her hand. The stick is drenched with your own juices, droplets lingering on the spines and glimmering in the flickering light from the fire. You merely lie on your back, panting, invigorated by the pleasure of the simulated mating, but even now you can feel a slight itch lingering in your belly. Aimah somehow senses that lingering need, as after she recovers she suggests that you both go another round. She returns to the pile, and retrieves a stick that looks a bit different - instead of being joined at the center in a straight line, the stick instead bends off at an angle. You get up to look at the new device, but she encourages you to crouch back down on the furs, stroking her hand along your back and nipping gently at your neck, and you quickly find yourself in a naturally comfortable position on your hands and knees, your back arched and your hips jutting up to raise your ass in the air, purring at the feeling of her touch along your spine. You are content to stay in that position as she kneels behind you, and you look back to see her working one part of the device back up between her lips, moaning as it slides in, her thighs quivering slightly, and you wonder if she will be able to remain upright. She manages somehow, though, and you can see the remaining part of the shaft jutting out from between her legs, pointing forward almost as though she were a male - a male about you mate you in the traditional way that your body is already anticipating. She rests her hands on your hips and slides forward behind you, and you feel the smooth edge of the shaft spreading your lips apart again. Unlike an eager male, though, who would probably already be hilted with you, she moves the shaft in gently, allowing your body to become accustomed to it. You realize that this one is considerably thicker than before, and your body can feel its contours clearly as your inner walls stretch snugly around it. By the time you can feel the fur on her thighs rubbing against yours, the device is fully inside you, pressing even more insistently against that spot deep inside than before. Aimah quickly begins to move, but in an arching, undulating motion that is unlike anything you've ever felt before, the shaft oscillating back and forth inside you in an incredibly smooth rhythm. Your body is already adapted to the spines from before, but the feeling is even more intense, and you groan in pleasure as it feels like the entire core of your body is somehow fully engaged in the mating. You rock down onto your elbows and bury your face in the fur, panting and moaning as the tip knocks against you deep inside, and that thing deep inside slides happily open and undulated in pleasure as the tip actually pushes inside it this time, forcing whatever it is to spread apart in an intense burst of pain and pleasure, a strange feral sound building up deep within your chest and escaping your muzzle unbidden as your body spasms and an electric flash of pleasure shoots through every part of you, your body rocking and pulsing in an ancient instinctual rhythm as it tries to fully engage with the artificial cock and drain every last bit of its nonexistent seed. You feel nothing at all beside the pleasure that fills every part of you, and for a moment it seems like it will never end, although the sensations are soon accompanied by the feeling of a weight suddenly on top of you, as Aimah's own orgasm finally robs her muscles of their control and her warm, fuzzy body collapes, shivering, atop you. The two of you lay there in that awkward position, almost involuntarily snuggling as your bodies writhe against each other in the throes of your powerful orgasms. Finally, as the feelings fade and leave in their wake a sense of intense relaxation, the wonderful filled feeling vanishes in a prickly release as Aimah rolls off of you onto her back, the glistening shaft still rigid between her legs, poking up towards the ceiling as it shimmers with a slick coating of your juices. You roll over and collapse beside her, glancing over to admire her sleek body in the flickering light, her hips still twitching occasionally as she turns to glance back at you, her tongue flicking out between a wide, relaxed, well-mated smile spread languidly across her muzzle. You return the smile, and it is only a matter of moments before you are snuggling together in front of the fire, the itch in your belly finally sated, and the intense relaxation quickly lulling you into a pleasant sleep. You spend the remaining days of your heat together with the other women at the retreat, and by the end of it you are completely sated. You have also made several new friends, and they invite you to return and be with them whenever your heat returns, and also to visit them if you ever decide to make the trek to their village (or find your way via the shortcut you discovered, although hopefully in a way that bypasses the dragon). You finally part ways, walking back along the edge of the lake, passing under the waterfall along a short lip of stone and admiring the iridescent vapor as the water crashes down before you. When you reach the opposite side, you realize just how secluded the grove is, as all of your gear and clothing are exactly as you left them. You spend a few minutes splashing in the water, removing the combined heated scents of a dozen women from your fur, and then get dressed and make your way back to your village. You skirt around the clearing you were in before, keeping a careful eye out, but the dragon has vanished for now, and you make your way back without any further misadventures. When you return home, the appetite suppressed by the heat suddenly surges back to life, and you make your way over to the market stalls and are soon gorging yourself on a huge slab of venison. The males around you cast an occasional glance your way, but no more than that - your heat is over, and they are no longer drawn to you. You smile at their reaction, knowing that you made it through another heat not only without being bred, but in a way that is almost as enjoyable as natural mating itself - and one that you know you can return to any time you need. You realize that for you, heat is no longer a problem, or a risky invitation to getting bred, but instead can simply be an opportunity for pleasure in the company of your own kind. THE END

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SECTION=at2a {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} You decide to make your way into the less densely-packed part of the forest. It takes a bit of effort to hack through the undergrowth at first, but as you anticipated, the forest soon thins out a bit, to the point where you can more easily find a clear path to walk between the trees. After a while, you even find your way onto a decently well-cleared path, with enough of a break in the forest that you can glimpse a line of blue sky above you between the tree canopies as you walk. The path winds along, a low hill beginning to build up along the right side of the path, occasionally studded with granite outcroppings. Interestingly enough, while the previous areas were not heavily traveled, you notice someone on the path ahead of you. They are walking briskly, though, so it is hard to catch up to them. From what you can see, the person in front of you is in fact another cat-woman, although from her dress she seems to be from a different village. You walk along quickly, wondering if you should call out to her, but as you are about to do so, she veers off the path and disappears into the side of the rocky slope. A moment later, you catch up to the sport where she left the path, and notice a jagged vertical opening in the rock just a few steps off the path, leading into a cave. The entrance takes a sharp bend, so you can't quite see what is inside, although there is a deep red glow emanating from the passage. The glow is steady, without the flickering in intensity from a candle or bonfire, so whatever it is is most likely magical in origin. Nevertheless, there is something oddly compelling about the cave, and you feel an almost instinctual desire to discover what's inside, an unusual feeling that is wholly distinct from your still-building heat. On the other hand, given that you just barely escaped being dominated by a rather unfriendly dragon a couple of hours ago, you also feel a certain sense of wariness about venturing into a possibly magic-filled cave. Beyond the cave, the path seems to curve around to the right, apparently encircling this part of the hill. ((Enter the glowing cave)) ((Continue walking on the path around the hill|at3))

SECTION=at4 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))} You step hesitantly into the river, but this far down from the waterfalls and rapids, the flow is comparatively gentle and you remain steady on your feet. While you are not completely afraid of water like some of your animalistic counterparts, being submerged in it still makes you wary, and you are certain that you will turn back if the water begins to approach your waist. Although the turbulence of the water keeps you from visually judging the depth, even in the middle of the river the waterline just barely approaches your knees, and you are easily able to walk over to the other side. After taking a moment to shake and brush away the excess moisture clinging to the fur on your legs, you set out along the path that you spotted. The path itself is poorly maintained, and while it does seem to be a proper path rather than an animal track cut through the woods from repeated trampling, the surface of the path is uneven enough that you have to watch your step. Roots erupting from the surrounding trees poke up just enough to trip someone, and the underbrush has slowly encroached on certain parts of the path over the years, to the point where it is occasionally impassible without pausing to hack away some of the accumulated foliage. Because of this, your progress is slowed considerably, and the sun is fairly low in the sky by the time the path ends in a small clearing. You know that you'll need to soon find shelter for the night, and judging by the burgeoning warmth low in your belly and the way the moisture-slickened fabric of your panties is clinging to your crotch, you realize that there are other needs of yours that will need to be resolved sooner rather than later... that is, if you plan on staying at all sane. The clearing doesn't contain much aside from a small, obviously abandoned cottage, missing most of its thatched roof. Judging by the fact that several of the walls are partially crumbling, the cottage has been abandoned for some time. You poke your head through a large hole in one of the walls and glance around, but the single room the walls contained has long been stripped of anything useful or valuable. Beyond the bare walls and floor, the only other thing remaining are a few broken clay shards and an empty leather scabbard that has been mostly gnawed apart by an unknown forest animal. The cottage isn't even particularly useful for shelter, so you ignore it and move on. More interesting, though, is the fact that towards the end of the clearing, the trees fade away before a gray granite butte erupting up from the surrounding forest, probably part of the range of low hills and rocky outcroppings that you traversed earlier. There is a jagged split in the middle of the rock face, though, one which you could easily slip through... and given that the only other options are to check it out, waste time (and light) going back the way you came, or forging your way blind through densely-packed forest as night falls, it seems like the only particularly advisable choice. You turn your body sideways and crab-walk through the split in the rock, a split which luckily soon opens up into a low tunnel. You have to crouch a little to traverse it, but there is plenty of room on either side. As you venture down into the cave system, the light falls off dramatically. While your eyes quickly adapt to the dim light, allowing you to at least see the walls around you, you can't see all that far ahead - while your eyes can amplify light considerably, they are not as sensitive as an animal's, so that in a pitch-black cave or on a pitch-black night, your vision is limited to a handful of feet in front of you. You are able to make your way forward, though, seeing well enough to avoid any stalactites or other protrusions, until you come face to face with a stone wall. The wall runs off to either side, though. Looking down to your right, your view quickly leads off into darkness... although looking closely at the walls you can see, some of them have rivulets of moisture flowing down along them and draining away down the path into darkness. The path to the left looks dry, although the rock looks... smoother somehow, and slightly more reflective - reflective enough to portray a glimmer of faint, greenish light emanating from somewhere along it. You half-wonder if it might be safer just to stay here for the night, but the narrow junction doesn't even give you enough room to sit down, let alone curl up. You glance back along the paths, wondering which one to take... ((Take the wet path to the right|caveright)) ((Take the faintly glowing path to the left|dolphins))

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SECTION=headback {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))|((further along|ttr3))} Discouraged by the lack of options, you decide that hacking your way through the woods in any direction is far too risky, and unlikely to result in anything useful before darkness falls. You turn around and head back the way you came, following the ill-defined trail, although since you already hacked your way through it to get here, returning on the path is somewhat smoother going. After a while, you return to the somewhat more well-defined path, although even as you approach it you can feel the warm ache of heat swelling again in your abdomen, gradually progressing forward from a background annoyance to something that is becoming harder to ignore. Nevertheless, you continue making your way back, although you are suddenly well aware of the restricting clothing surrounding you, and every few minutes the feeling of your panties shifting subtly against your crotch cause you to stumble a step as your hips react with a squirm or a quick, involuntary thrust. As you walk back along the path, you realize that your suspicions are confirmed when there is no sign whatsoever of the suspiciously pleasant-looking path off to the side - it seems to have vanished into the forest without even the slightest hint of its presence remaining. Whatever it was, though, it probably wasn't anything good, and you're hardly disappointed that you didn't encounter it, apart from the slightest bit of lingering curiosity. Your body, on the other hand, is more than disappointed that it hasn't encountered anyone at all recently to satisfy its needs, a fact that it makes known to you more and more obviously with each step. By the time you make it back to the main path, your entire belly feels almost on fire from the agonizing need of heat, and your pussy shivers desperately within the soaked fabric of your panties plastered against it every few steps. As a result, when you stumble into a feline hunting party returning along the path to your village, you practically fall into the quickly outstretched arms of one of the male hunters. He seems more than happy to pull you into an embrace, holding you gently enough but ensuring that you maintain your place aginst him. Another of the hunters quickly embraces you from behind, pulling your hips back and up while tugging off the restrictive clothing from around your waist. Your body thrills at the feeling of the tip of his feline cock, warm against your pussy lips as it slides along them, spreading them easily and pushing inside your eager passage as you moan against the neck of the man in front of you. Both of them hold you tightly, your body snuggling comfortably against them, the man in front skillfully removing your bikini top before brushing a hand along your face and tilting it up to meet his in a muzzle-locking kiss, his other hand on your back pressing you up close against his chest, his warm fur playing across your nipples and sending additional thrills through you as your body reverberates against him in response to each thrust from the man behind you. Your body is so desperate for mating that you hardly even notice the initial sting of his thrusts, instead letting the sensations bring you to a surprisingly quick climax that leaves you shivering in their arms. The climax doesn't seem to faze the hunter behind you, though, and his thrusts continue unabated and drive you through another in quick succession before his whole body presses in close against you and his warmth pulses against you deep inside. Both men release their embrace, the man in front turning you around to be embraced by another of them as he quickly mates you again. In all, the hunting party consists of a half-dozen felines, five men and one woman, and the men are more than happy to service you in the way your body demands. The woman stands nearby, and you occasionally glimpse her when your face is not pulled in for a kiss or to snuggle against the warm fur of a male chest. Initially, she seems perturbed and repulsed by the behavior of her fellow hunters, but her gaze remains fixed on you and your partners, and every once in a while you see her hand drift down beneath her own bikini and tuck in between her legs. You remain in one embrace or another for what seems like hours, being mated almost continuously and coming nearly as often as they each take multiple turns with you. When they are finally finished, their copious seed settles warmly in your belly as much more of it drips copiously from your pussy lips and down along your trembling thighs. In your thoroughly mated state you can barely stay on your feet, so two of the burlier ones support you between them as you head back towards the village as the last rays of sun quickly give way to nightfall. The hunters take you back to their spacious lodge on the outskirts of town, where several more are in attendance in the communal gathering place. It is a well-equipped, rustic building assembled of raw, unstripped logs, with the exception of the stone-and-mortar fireplace that contains a warm, well-stoked blaze. In front of it is a rug formed from the pelt of one of the larger furred predators in the reason, and it is flanked by two spacious leather-upholstered couches. Several of the hunters join you on one as you curl up, exhausted, snuggling up against them and letting the flickering fire lull you into a deeply satisfied sleep. While the couch is comfy, over the next few days you become far more acquainted with the soft feeling of the rug in front of them, its fur beneath and the fur of the men above you intermingling with your own as the men in the lodge work to service your resurging heat. You rarely leave your position on the rug, your face snuggled against it and your hands occasionally clawing and stretching against it in ecstacy as a dozen different men keep your body arched in the traditional feline mating position and mouting you incessantly. The only respite that you reluctantly take is offered by the female hunter that remains with you, making sure that you take at least occasional breaks for water and to satisfy other bodily needs. Each time she returns you to your place in front of the fire, though, she runs a few fingers along your mound as she coaxes your hips back up into the proper position. She rubs toyingly along your lips and nudges your clit just enough to produce a tensing sensation of frustrated pleasure, enough so that the next mounting attempt is met with a frenzied eagerness and a shuddering climax elicited by the first thrust that eliminates any remaining vestige of mating pain. You spend the next few days in a state of constant warmth, warmed by the fire, your repeated climaxes, and the relaxing warmth of the continuous contributions of seed that comfort and satiate you deep inside. The adept feline mating means that your heat ends several days before it would naturally abate otherwise, but even with sex suddenly not on the table, most of the men are happy to spend the next day snuggling with you on the couch and hand-feeding you deliciously smoked venison as you recover from your ordeal. Many of them, of course, spend an inordinate amount of time reverently rubbing your belly, feeling hopeful that their lineage will be passed to one of the litter that is now surely growing inside you. You eventually return home, preparing for your now-impending pregnancy, feeling the occasional twinge of regret now that your heat-free mind can think clearly again. You are well aware that you have failed once again in your intentions, your missteps allowing your heat to overwhelm you to the point of easily succumbing to being bred. As your pregnancy progresses, your motherly instincts begin to take over and you begin to look forward to having your litter. Even so, you can't help but wonder if things might have gone differently had you decided to forge through the forest. Of course, knowing the types of things that lurk at night in the forest, if you'd made that decision there's a good chance you would have met a considerably worse fate... and compared to that, the situation you currently find yourself in seems downright tolerable. THE END

SECTION=ttr3 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))} The path, if you can even call it a path, narrowly winds its way through the deep woods, and you are often forced to shove aside overhanging branches as you make your way along. You make steady progress, but it is slow going. You continue on, hoping that it will lead somewhere interesting, but after a while, it disappers altogether into the dense, dimly-lit woods. Your feline eyes mean that you can still see well enough, but without a path, you could easily end up lost in the woods, or stumbling across any number of unpleasant things. You'd also rather not be stuck alone in the woods without any shelter once night falls, as after dark things sometimes emerge that even a skilled hunter would rather not tangle with, much less one whose skills are already affected by lingering heat. You are a hunter, though, trained well enough to survive and find your way in the woods. One of those skills is basic, cardinal navigation - even without a map, you are reasonably familiar enough with the forest to know what direction you've traveled in and generally where you are in relation to your village. Getting your bearings by looking at the growth pattern of the moss on the tree trunks, you reckon that your village is somewhere off to the southwest, if you want to try cutting that way back through the woods - you're not sure if you want to go all the way back, given the reasons for being out here in the first place, but if you got back to a more familiar part of the woods, you might be able to find a good place to set up camp. Going north would appear to take you deeper into the darkest part of the forest, something that you're not at all eager to do. Off to the east, though, the trees seem to be looking slightly less densely packed, which might indicate a way to a more hospitable part of the forest. You could also backtrack down the path, but that would just lead straight back to your village, and by the time you got back it would probably be too late to start out again. ((Go east|cougar)) ((Go southwest|ttr4)) ((Ignore all common sense and go north|ttr5)) ((Backtrack along the path|headback))

SECTION=cougar {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Unbeaten Path|ttr))|((past mouse|ttr2))|((further along|ttr3))} You head off to the east, and the trees do indeed thin out somewhat, their foliage finally beginning to break up a little to let an occasional ray of sunlight stream down in between them. As you continue along, their spacing becomes even more diffuse, and from time to time there are breaks in the trees that form small, grass-filled clearings. The only odd thing that you notice is that the forest has gone quiet - the occasional birdsong is much more diffuse, and you don't notice much in the way of animal life around apart from insects. Of course, it could be because of your presence, but if that were the case you'd think you would see darts of movement or hear rustling in the underbrush as the native life scampered for cover. The complete lack of activity, though, is strange enough that it sets you on edge, and you can feel your hand drift down to the pommel of your hunting knife. You take a couple of steps into another clearing, and the reason for the silence is quickly revealed when you hear the softest sound behind you, but one that nevertheless makes you turn your head. As you do so, though, you see a tan blur flash forward out of the corner of your eye, and there is a sudden impact against your back as something sizable crashes into it. You can feel paws flailing at you as you tumble over, and the weight of the creature on top of you, hot breath against your neck as the creature's head darts for it. Terrified, your body acts almost instinctively, and you can hear yourself snarl as you roll your body over and jut your arm and shoulder forward to protect your neck. You see a flash of a fur-covered head and sharp teeth before you tuck your arms and legs agaisnt the creature's body, shoving forward at once with all four limbs and sending it tumbling off of you. You roll backward, your back flexing and your tail keeping your balance as you spring up into a crouch, your knife flashing from its sheath. You look around, trying to keep your body ready to fight, even as your crotch throbs and an itchy warmth flares back to life in your abdomen. You swear silently at your heat, and the fact that it has to pick now to come back with a vengeance. Trying to ignore the sudden restlessness and need spreading through your body, your vision darts around the clearing, trying to make out what attacked you. You hear a low snarl off to your side, and look over to see a tan shape stalking towards you through the grass, its dark eyes glinting. It looks almost like one of the mythical cats you occasionally heard about growing up, only it is smaller in stature, hardly larger than you, and has more of an angular head. The part that is visible is covered in short, tan fur, and its tail flicks back and forth behind it almost hypnotically. You realize that it is probably a cougar, one of the native predators that occasionally compete with sentient hunting parties for the prey animals that roam the area. Mostly, though, they tend to avoid larger creatures. Perhaps this one hasn't had much luck hunting lately, though, and is willing to risk taking on larger prey. Whatever the reason, though, you know that you're in danger. You think about shifting over to your bow, perhaps putting an arrow or two in it to slow it down and make your escape, but it is already closing in - and before you can make another move, it springs forward at you, leaping considerably further than you had thought would be possible. You try to move your knife in front of you in defense, but one of the cougar's limbs catches against yours as he impacts with you and the knife goes flying. You land with a thud on your back, your arms splayed to either side, the weight of the cougar pressing down on you as its maw snaps closed close to your face. Knowing there is no way you can act before the fangs reach down and close around your neck, you close your eyes and wait for the blow. Having seen how the creatures hunt and kill their prey on occasion, you know, at least, that it will be quick. You tense yourself, waiting for the quick jolt of pain that will end your life. As the seconds tick by, though, nothing else happens - no teeth on your neck, no snarling, just the soft whuffing of breath that puffs hot against your muzzle. You crack your eyes back open, and notice the animal still on top of you, its face close to yours, but just hovering there confused. It somehow seems to be expecting that something else will happen. When it doesn't, the head comes back down, and your own involuntarily flinches back. Instead of biting you, though, the creature's muzzle pushes up against the side of your own, as though it is trying to nudge it to the side. You can feel its front paw pushing against your shoulder in a similar fashion. It almost seems like it's trying to get you to.. roll over? Puzzled yourself, you simply stare back at it, but it seems to be losing patience - the head comes up and bares its fangs at you with unmistakable intent. You gulp nervously, feeling even more confused as your terror is mingled with another burst of heat. The teeth snap together in front of your face, the big cat letting a snarl emanate from between them. You gulp again, and begin to roll over, the cat lifting itself up enough off of you to allow you to do so, but not so much that you'd have a chance to get out from underneath it and flee. As soon as you roll over, the bow and quiver sliding off your shoulder to the side as you do so, the cat lowers its body back down on top of you. You can feel the head pressing against your neck for a moment before you feel its fangs pressing against the fur between your neck and shoulder. The fangs don't break your skin, though, or even sink in particularly painfully. The bite seems to be more calculated just to hold you in place in a certain way, and you can feel your body relaxing automatically from the soft pressure. Your heat thrums warmly as the pressure makes your back want to arch, and your hips rock up in a particular way. In fact, you remember that there were certain guys back in their village that bit there in a similar way as they... You feel the body of the cougar shift above you, and a moment later you feel its hips slam up against yours. His hips, actually, as the movement coincides with something poking in hard directly against your crotch. The contact makes your heat flare with a vengeance, and you can hear yourself purring and arching your butt up, your pussy almost trembling with anticipation even as your mind finishes putting the situation together. As a feline, you are probably close enough to the cougar's species that it can clearly recognize the scent of your heat, the smell driving his instincts to act accordingly. Of course, it had anticipated that you would act in a similar fashion, so it was understandably puzzled by your initial reaction. In the current position, though, it seems to know exactly what to do. You realize, of course, that your own animal instincts are acting in a similar fashion, hence the intense state of heat as soon as it recognized the scent of a potential mate. You also realize that, despite a faint part of your higher reasoning screaming that you're about to do it with an animal, your body is eager for it to happen and is now acting beyond your conscious control. The cougar, for his part, thrusts his penis hard against your crotch a few additional times before releasing his bite and yowling above you in frustration and confusion. It is, you realize, used to mating with its own kind, who don't have any clothing to come between them. After a moment, though, it seems to at least figure out that there is something there that shouldn't be. You can feel its body shifting back, and a moment later its hind paw brushes against your butt, its claws extended and trying to find purchase against the smooth leather. The first few swipes meet with little success, but the fourth manages to snag against the waistband of the garment, and you can feel the claws gliding through your fur as they tug down the bikini and the panties beneath in a quick motion that leaves them hanging around your knees. The cougar shifts back, his teeth settling back against your shoulder, and you gasp as it quickly slams its haunches back down against you. This time, though, the cock hits right in the middle of your pussy, and before your body can even react to the impact of the sudden thrust, you can already feel the warmth of his shaft nestled against the soft inner walls of your passage. His cock is smaller than you imagined, certainly a bit smaller that those you are used to in your village, the girth pressing gently against your walls rather than slightly stretching them, and the tip stops far short of poking anywhere near the entrance to your womb. He is certainly fully inside you, though, his haunches pressed tightly against yours, and you can feel his fuzzy ballsac pushed up against the top of your mound, the fur covering it brushing gently but intriguingly against your clit. After the first thrust, though, the cougar doesn't move at all, keeping you pinned as a part of you thrills at the feel of the muscular animal on top of you. After a scant few seconds, though, you can feel his balls beginning to twitch agaisnt you, and spurts of warmth splashing against your inner walls as the cougar ejaculates almost immediately. You feel almost disappointed by the quick climax, a performance that would certainly earn a snide remark if it were done by one of your peers, but your disappointment immediately turns to pain as the cougar pulls his haunches back almost as quickly as he slammed them forward. While the cougar may not be as well-endowed as your own kin, it apparently makes up for it with spines that are even more pronounced, stinging intensely as they catch against your inner flesh and rake across it. You yowl from the pain, swinging your head around even as the cougar pulls his own back, quickly backing itself off of you and pulling back several paces away, his eyes regarding you intensely. You snarl in his direction, even as the pain subsides somewhat. The male is obviously used to what happens at the culmination of mating, and smart enough to pull itself away. Looking back at it, and noticing the parallel lines of scarring on his neck where fur no longer grows, you realize it probably learned the hard way how a female cougar can react at the culmination of mating. You turn over onto your side and curl up on the ground, tucking a hand between your legs as though to protect your pussy as the stinging inside subsides, fading away to a strangely icy tingling as your body and mind naturally adjust to repress the pain of mating. While the single quick thrust was not particularly enjoyable, the spines appear to have had their expected effect on your heat, the warmth and urgency temporarily subsiding as you can feel something tense in your belly relax just a bit. Having been mated once, though, and with a willing mate nearby, your body begins the cycle rapidly once again. Even as the pain finally fades away completely, you can feel another flush of warmth building in your belly, and by the time you remember the tangled bikini and panties around your lower thighs, pulling them off and tossing them to the side, the warmth has already settled in your pussy and you feel a strong urge to roll back onto your stomach. Seeing your movement, the cougar begins to circle back over, and by the time he comes up behind you your hips are arched up comfortably in the traditional feline mating position. The cougar doesn't waste any time, waiting only to feel your body relax slightly under him from his bite before slamming back inside you. Again, you have only a moment to revel in the warmth of being mated and the muscular body flexing tautly above you before you feel the warmth spurt inside. When the spines rake through you this time, though, they do so with a ripple of pleasure that leave your pussy twitching happily and your thighs momentarily trembling. The cougar pulls back as he did before, although you are content to maintain your position. It is a comfortable one you are used to holdin for hours through repeated matings by your own kind, and you are happy to lie there and let the pleasurable feelings flow through you. Your positioning, though, is puzzling to the cougar, who is used to a lapse in receptivity. After a couple of minutes, though, apparently the amount of time it takes for him to recharge, he pads back over and mounts you again. For a few more times, the pattern is the same - a quick thrust and release followed by an even quicker retreat. After a while, though, the cougar seems to realize that you are well past the point where you are interested in reproaching him when he pulls out; the next time he does, instead of retreating, he instead settles down over you, releasing you to nuzzle and lick gently at your neck and muzzle, and seeming to enjoy the soft purrs that you give in response. Your heated mind enjoys the constant pressure of his body, his haunches giving you a pleasant jolt each time as he slams back down into you seemingly the very moment after he recovers. Each mating is disappointly short, building up a tension towards climax but never quite providing enough to drive you over the edge. While the repeated matings are doing wonders for your heat, lessening the tension and underlying need in your belly considerably, but also leaving you highly aroused and not completely satisfied. Finally, after another quick mating, you tuck an arm underneath you and massage between your legs, a finger reaching out to rub firmly against your clit. Unlike your masturbatory attempts on previous heats, your thoroughly mated body responds immediately to the stimulation, and you gasp as your hips immediately bear down and your thighs tense, your body trembling beneath the confused cougar as the first pulse of orgasm clenches your pussy and shoots a powerful shock down your spine. Your mind goes blank for a moment under the wave of intense pleasure, as the built-up tension shivers out of your body to be displaced with an intense, relaxing, satiated warmth. You nuzzle back happily against the cougar's head as warm contractions pulse through your pussy, and when the cougar thrusts back in a moment later, you can feel his body tense and squirm above you as his cock encounters the alien pulsing sensations that suddenly surround it. It doesn't stop him from quickly spurting inside you, though, and his spines retreating are enough to bring you immediately back to another orgasmic peak. You finally come down after several more minutes, and a couple more quick matings, your body relaxing back down to lie prone on the ground. The cougar takes this as a sign that the mating for the day is over, and he steps off of you. You curl up on the ground, spent and exhausted, the warmth of heat gone but replaced by a different sort of warmth from the products of repeated mating settling copiously inside you. The cougar lays down beside you, seemingly trying to curl up around you, his eyes vigilantly darting about the forest and glinting in the dim light of evening as he stands guard over his new mate. You, on the other hand, are more than ready to relax, and you snuggle up against his side and fall quickly asleep. You awaken to the sunlight filtering down from the trees, the cougar apparently still standing guard. He quickly notices you awaken, and you quickly recall the events of the past day, looking over at the animal almost in shock as you remember in detail what you did together. At the same time, though, you can already feel the sensation of heat settling strongly in your belly, and all the cougar has to do is give you a few gentle nudges with its head before your body all too willingly settles back into position. As civilized as you might be, your body's ancient instincts are still far too ingrained to be denied, and as far as it is concerned giving in to this ancient ritual is desirable, right, and inevitable. The next couple of days are filled with mostly continuous mating, but as you go to sleep on the third, you can already feel the telltale signs of your heat fading away. By the next morning, you feel mostly back to normal, albeit with the lingering soreness between your legs that usually follows feline mating. You go about the clearing retrieving your gear, and pulling your clothing back on - mercifully, the cougar's claws don't seem to have damaged them. As you do, though, you realize that you are parched and starving, having spent the last few days focused on other concerns. You find your pack, from where it was knocked aside, and luckily the skin of water is intact. You gulp it down greedily, even as your thoughts turn to the recent events. You try to cast them aside, but the fact that your heat has ended several days early means that you won't be able to ignore them indefinitely... Using your reckoning skills, you eventually find your way back to the faded path, and make your way back along it. As you pass by a particular spot, your earlier suspicions are confirmed - the suspiciously clean path has now completely vanished, as though it were never there. Without your heat to be concerned with, you make good time, and are soon back at your village. You settle into your normal life, trying not to think about the facts of your encounter, but it is impossible to do so when your belly begins to swell. Conception between animals and their anthro versions is rare, but not unheard of, and apparently you are a close enough descendant species that the mating was able to take. As your pregnancy progresses, you silently dread the day when you must give birth, and how your village will respond when you whelp a litter of beasts rather than people. You give birth to a healthy litter of four boys and four girls, all with a coat of tan fur with yellow highlights. Thankfully, though, your genes appear to have dominated the combination, as aside from unusual tufts of fur around the ears, they appear to be just like normal babies, with no unexpected animalistic features. As they grow up, they also seem to be more or less normal, although some additional animal instincts show through - while they show no interest at all in most domestic pursuits, they quickly show themselves to be natural-born hunters, stalking prey with an agile grace that puts even your own considerable abilities to shame. The animal side of them also seems to heighten their senses, and they can pick up the scent of prey even when it is far too subtle for others to notice. As they come of age, though, you and the rest of the village discover that their heightened sense of smell doesn't extend only to prey - they can pick up the faintest scent of heat from a woman, even before the more obvious symptoms make the woman herself aware of her state. The results of that talent are revealed to you one morning as you are selling some of your latest hunt at one of the market stalls, and you notice one of your offspring sniffing carefully at a woman shopping nearby. Then, in an instant, he pounces on her, and in one fluid instinctual movement he takes her to the ground, slides her panties off, and hilts himself inside her before she can even make a sound. The woman begins to yowl soon afterwards, though, as he commences the raking thrusts of feline mating, but she quickly succumbs to her early state of heat and the soft bite on her neck, squirming and moaning under him as you and other nearby women look on, mortified. By the time he is done, several other men have gathered around, and the woman is soon lost in her heat in the midst of an impromptu gangbang in the middle of the square. You don't stick around to watch, though, as you'd rather not have anyone recognize you at the moment. While such incidents are not unheard-of, they are considered a breach of decorum, and to have one of your own offspring involved does not exactly help your reputation. Unfortunately, you realize, there are still consequences to your unusual mating - while your offspring have thankfully not become animals themselves, they are even more tied to their animal nature than those of your kind already are. While some of those instincts are beneficial, other animal instincts within them are now far closer to the surface, with inevitably disruptive results. When the girls of your litter have their first heat, they behave in a similarly instinctual fashion - during the onset, they immediately strip off all their clothes and present themselves for mating wherever they happen to be. As soon as you see the first mating frenzy resulting from this, at a local tavern, you decide it is prudent to head off on an extended hunting trip until their heats blow over. When you return, the town is in a bit of a tizzy at the disruption your offspring have caused, but this relative annoyance is quickly outweighed by their performance on the hunt and the quality of their catches. Over time, the village seems to grudgingly accede to their behavior, although some women will refuse to go shopping if they are around, and as soon as there is even the slightest hint of heat around your female offspring, they are immediately gathered up and carted off to the meeting hall. Given the fact that your offspring are able to detect heat earlier, and often get the first insemination, the genetic line resulting from your mating with the cougar becomes more pronounced within the village. This influence is increased by the fact that your genetic lineage are far more successful hunters, and are able to post a surprisingly high survival rate against the various perils of the forest, perils that your offspring usually come back from but a significant percentage of other hunters often don't. Because of this, while none of them are particularly interested in leadership, simply by sheer weight of their numbers their influence can be felt. The incidents in taverns and marketplaces occur more frequently, but are no longer reproached, and simply become a fact of life in your village. You also become reasonably well-respected, as a significant percentage of the village now looks up to you as their matron and protector, and when you are ready to retire from hunting their influence is more than enough to have you installed as one of the village elders. While a fair number of women still shoot you dirty glances around town, most likely due to encounters with some of your more animalistic offspring, oddly enough your near-blasphemous mating has had the opposite of the expected effect - instead of being shamed and ostracized, somehow, you are now revered. The village, too, seems to be more stabilized - while it is true that some of your early offspring, due to their instincts, eventually squabbled for territory, subsequent generations mellowed out considerably while largely maintaining their superior hunting skills... and certain instinctual appetites. Looking out at the village from your seat on the dais of the council chamber, you can't help but feel an odd twinge of pride at your success. When you are out shopping the next day, though, unbenownst to you, your own body is approaching one of its final heats before your age precludes them. You are made aware of it, though, when one of your lineage, several generations removed, abruptly tackles you and takes you from behind. On the ground, feeling his fangs on your shoulder and the raking of his spines pulling your barely-ready insides into heat, you experience firsthand the darker instinctual side of your fateful mating. THE END

SECTION=forest {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))} You decide that, when you get right down to it, you don't really feel like being bred right now, as wonderful as you're sure it would feel in your current state. While heat is something you can't help as a feline woman, it doesn't mean you have to give into it, either. As much as part of you wants to just give into instinct, walk out your door and present yourself to the world for mating, there's also something thrilling about going into the forest, taking on your own heat along with everything else out there, and doing something more useful than simply getting on all fours and mostly staying there for the better part of a week. So, despite the flutter of trepidation across your chest at the thought, and the tingling within that is steadily becoming harder to ignore, you prepare for a hunt. Atop your current clothes, you don something like a leather bikini on top of your current garment, using the attached leather strips to tie it up on the sides and around your tail. It puts more pressure on your crotch and its presence is impossible to ignore, but it provides some protection without restricting your movement. It is matched with a leather vest, two formed pieces that tie in place down the sides, the leather carefully molded in front to contain your breasts and hold them in place while hunting. Of course, it was designed for breasts that were not swollen by heat, and so the leather is more snug than it usually is, leading you to gasp at the pressure and loosen the ties to relieve it. The garment now bulges out, revealing ample cleavage, but is at least bearable. To finish off the set, you tie on leather guards that protect the front of your calves and arms, and a belt with a sheath on it that contains your hunting knife. A short, supple bow and a quiver of arrows go across your back, the strap securing them running between your breasts and a firm presence on the exposed part of your furred chest. Your belt also contains a small pack, and you pack along some water and cured meat for the trip. Fully prepared, you secure your house and head down the path that leads in front of it, but away from the village and towards the lush greenery of the nearby forest. ((Enter the forest|forestintro))

SECTION=ttl4 {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))} You continue on down the path, your footfalls picking up speed, as you are well aware of the sun's declining position, and would like to end up somewhere reasonable, hopefully somwhere with plenty of virile men of some sort or other, before the sun sets - even though the path is well-defined with plenty of clearance and regular patrols, being anywhere that's not reasonably secure at night can be a dicey proposition.

Of course, there is also an even more pressing reason for your haste. While your heat hasn't been too overwhelming, as you've mostly been away from arousing sights and scents during your time in the forest, your heat is slowly progressing nonetheless. Already, your panties are damp with your juices and tantalizingly snug against your crotch, and the warm sensation in your belly is slowly transforming itself into an itch of desperation. You know that if you take too much longer, the combined sensations will build to the point where making any forward progress will be a struggle. Once the heat fully takes hold, you know that your body will let you do little else but attempt to satisfy its overwhelming desire, and the idea of crawling forward squirmingly on all fours as your body desperately presents itself every few feet is not especially appealing. That, and if a male of any sort approaches you in that condition, desirable or not, your body will let him have it for as long as he wants. If you want to be able to choose who you'll share your heat with, you know that you have to seek out those potential choices sooner rather than later.

The problem is, you haven't even seen another person traveling the path at all, and the only thing to either side is dense foliage, without even the tiniest path leading off to somewhere potentially interesting. A signpost you passed a while back indicated there was some sort of settlement that the path would reach eventually, but with no distance listed, you have no idea if the place is minutes, hours, or even days away. On the other hand, though, it's also a long way back down the path before you can even hope to backtrack to something that might be interesting. You resolve to keep pressing forward, and hope that you come across something before the light becomes too dim or your need becomes too acute.

The path remains the same as you walk on, though: deserted, with no obvious pathways or features of interest. The minutes drag slowly along, and the sun continues to dip lower in the sky... given the feelings you can already sense coursing through your body, though, you know that your need will overtake you long before darkness falls.

You are well aware that your heated body is continually producing more and more lubrication - which, if your body were being properly serviced, would serve to keep you comfortable during the hours-long sessions of mating your body desires. In your current situation, though, it simply continues to build with every step, only furthering the developing itch low in your belly, and flowing well beyond its normal confines. When you first embarked on your journey, your juices had already flowed out to coat your inner lips with their slickness, but things have progressed significantly since then - the fabric along the crotch is now completely saturated, and you can feel it squishing against you with each step, the fabric rubbing around to leave your entire mound plastered with your own slick warmth. Worse, the fabric is beginning to wick the moisture up the front and back, and it quickly becomes a sodden aggravation against your sensitive flesh.

You pause, undoing the ties on your bikini, and pulling both it and the panties down in frustration, realizing in your aggravation you hadn't even bothered to check if anyone was around. The path is deserted, though, and clear in both directions, so you only stand off to the side while you figure out what to do. Slinging the untied bikini bottom over your other shoulder, you pull the panties down around your knees, the fabric practically glistening from its saturation. You grab the sides and try to twist the fabric in order to wring out some of the moisture, but very little comes off - feeling the slickness in your hands, you remember that the stuff is more viscous than purely liquid, and instead of getting rid of it, you are only managing to knead it even more thoroughly into the fabric. You give up, looking at the slicked-up fur on your hands and the sodden mess of your panties, before letting them fall around your ankles and kicking them off into the woods with a yowl.

You try to wipe off your hands as best you can on the leather of your quiver, while at the same time using the ties to secure the leather bikini bottoms around its strap. Given how uncomfortable the soft underwear had become, you don't even want to imagine trying to secure the rough leather back up against your insanely sensitive crotch. Still, bottomless or not, you have to continue on.

Of course, continuing on in that condition has its own issues. Given that for most species fur or scales are usually considered adequate clothing enough, aside from a few obscure, stringent sects, going without clothing is hardly considered much of an oddity, let alone an offense. In fact, some hunting parties, usually male ones, went out with nothing but the weapons in their hands, to ensure than nothing encumbered their agility. On the other hand, though, while clothing is usually seen more as a courtesy than a necessity, your panties were the only thing doing anything at all to conceal or mask your condition. While your fur might have mostly hidden you under normal circumstances, you know that even the soft tuft in front can do little now to conceal your swollen mound, its bright pink puffiness indication to any male, not just those of your own kind, of your heated condition... and how that condition means you are very likely to easily and immediately give in to any male advance, forceful or not. At the same time, you have also lost even the failing remnants of their scent-suppression capabilities, and the slickness covering your bare crotch is now releasing the unmistakable, pungent scent of your heat onto the winds to alert any male nearby that can recognize it. As you consider, that, though, you wonder if that's really such a bad thing - as the desire in your belly continues to build, the notion of some kind of man showing up out of the blue and taking you immediately doesn't really seem that bad at all. You also know, though, that if the man in question turns out to be a feline, you're going to find yourself wrapped around his cock before you can even think about the consequences, and that a few raking strokes is all it will take to firmly implant the litter you've been trying to avoid.

Even that diffuse thought of mating makes you squirm in anticipation, and while you try to put it out of your mind and continue onward, such a thing is easier said than done. The feelings coursing through your body are bad enough - the itching is beginning to transform again, from an aggravated anticipation to an aching need, coupled with a feeling of emptiness that you desperately need to fill. Your swollen mound manages to swell out further, the flesh becoming progressively more sensitive, even as you can feel your inner lips begin to gape apart and let out a new torrent of fluid that mats down the fur on your inner thighs. In a way, while you don't love the damp feeling against your fur, it does have the benefit of keeping the soft strands of fur mostly plastered against your legs instead of brushing against your sensitive mound. Every once in a while, though, one of your strides sends a bit of fur trailing along the edge of your mound, causing you to stumble as your hips shiver and thrust from the intensity of the feeling. Soon, even a gentle breeze feels almost like an ethereally soft tongue gliding languidly along your mound. A momentary gust is so intense that it leaves you leaning against a tree, panting and gasping, your pussy trembling agonizingly on the edge of a climax it can't quite achieve. You continue on somehow, your legs beginning to become wobbly from your arousal, but your movement is halting and frequently interrupted.

If the feelings from your body weren't enough, you realize that your mind is not about to relent from the path you inadvertently led it down. Even as you try to concentrate on just moving ahead, and keeping the feelings coursing through your body from overwhelming you, it conjures up more and more vivid scenes for you to consider. Far from just a normal mating, your mind conjures up the notion of being pinned to the ground by a massive, muscular feline, his huge cock causing your soft pussy lips to stretch wonderfully around it before the power of his thrust forces them inside ahead of it, and how incredible it would feel to be dominated and stretched and filled and bred in the most raw, animalistic way possible, moaning in agonized pleasure under his merciless humping until your overwhelmed body is forced to come around his digging, raking spines. The intense, distilled arousal of the scene only serves to further inflame your desire and sensitivity, while at the same time making you even more starkly aware on the emptiness inside you and how important it is for that emptiness to be filled as quickly and roughly as possible. With the help of your own obsessed mind, you realize that you are so far into your heat that any notion of romance has long since passed - right now, you just want to be taken and rutted like the instinctual animal your heat is driving you to become.

You only make it a few more yards before the combined thoughts and sensations completely overwhelm you, your wobbly legs sending you crashing up against a tree trunk, your claws springing out unbidden to scratch against the bark as you mewl plaintively under the thrall of heat, arching your rear back and up and curling your tail away to present your soaked, ready pussy to the world. You don't care any more who comes along, feline or not - you just want to be mated, and mated now. Frustratingly, though, your body's desperate plea is ignored by the emptiness of the forest.

After several minutes of waiting in agony, you finally collapse back down against the tree, yowling constantly in frustration as your hands futilely paw at your pussy, only to squirm away as the sensitivity causes your rough touch to flash over into pain. You try more gently, rubbing inside and out, but all that does is produce more arousal to drive you crazy, while leaving you tantalizingly close to climax, but still too far away to be of any use. You rub inside and out, but you need something more, warmer, deeper, something that you know your own body cannot provide. You even grab your tail and try to shove it inside you, but it flicks around too strongly and erratically for you to get a good enough grip on it. Exhausted and impossibly aroused, you look around for a stick without too many twigs attached that you could consider ramming inside you, willing to risk internal damage just to have something to assuage your impossible need, when to your immense surprise you hear someone clearing their throat above you.

You look up to see a human male standing a few steps in front of you - or, at least you assume he's a male, although most of his form is disguised by what looks like a bathrobe secured with a waist-tie in front of him. The robe itself is purple, with bright, garishly-colored caricatures of imps, fairies, and other fey folk splayed across the front. Assuming he's not a complete crackpot, you realize that the man is probably a wizard of some sort. <<if $wiz1>>Upon further examination, you realize that he is, in fact, the wizard you met before, and whose strange offer you declined.<<else>><<endif>>

"Ah, and what do we have here?" he asks, apparently rhetorically. "Why yes, I do believe we have a nice little kitty who's in quite an advanced state of heat, one that even my underwhelming nose can detect." He pauses, looking you over. "Well, that and the rather more obvious evidence coming to me from my eyes."

The odd wizard crouches down in front of you. <<if $wiz1>>"Ah, yes, I thought you looked familiar. If I'm not mistaken, you are in fact the selfsame catgirl who so callously turned down my generous offer of assistance. Might I ask, just how well is that choice working out for you now?" You snarl slightly at him in response, irked by his tone, but your tiny flare of anger is quickly overwhelmed by the part of you that wants him to fuck you senseless.<<else>>"Hmm... might you perhaps be the selfsame catgirl that was making her way so hurriedly down the path earlier this day? Perhaps, although with my eyesight, from a distance it's so hard to tell. It's a shame we didn't meet - had we conversed earlier, I might have been able to offer more expedient help." You're not quite sure how to respond to that, although, given that his voice clearly marks him as male, there's only one thing you'd really like to say to him.<<endif>>

Given that you're already more than exposed to him, you simply spread your legs to either side, tilt your hips up to give him a good view, and proposition him. To your slight embarrassment, but not to your surprise, your proposition takes the form of of a throaty, aroused, halfway-incoherent plea for him to rut you like a she-bitch.

Strangely, considering that most guys in your experience would already be without clothing below the waist and pushing inside you before your plea was even finished, the wizard just stands there with a bemused little smirk on his face, even when your desperate plea quickly transforms in to a snarled demand.

"Oh, my dear, you seem to be rather confused right now, don't you? Allow me, then, to allay your puzzlement. Perhaps, in your altered state, you are unable to recognize my chosen profession." He stands back up, gesturing grandly to his garish robe, before a wave of his arm conjures a similarly-colored, pointed hat seemingly out of nowhere and plops it on top of his unkempt mop of brown hair. "I am, of course, a wizard, of the properly wizardly variety. And, as you well know, wizardry is a strictly male profession. Not out of any sense of gender inequality, mind you - women can be witches, and enchantresses, and druids, and even sorceresses should they so desire. Wizards, on the other hand, participate in a strictly male world, as we prefer to relate only to other properly-accustomed males in the singular perfection of our mystic arts." He pauses again, smiling. "Well, that and the fact that something about being a wizard also means that you develop an affinity for wearing the absolutely coolest robes that you can conjure up. Oh, and cock. Lots and lots and lots of nice, thick, throbbing, veiny, warm, bulging cocks. Or to put it another way, hon... you're just not my type."

<<if $wiz1>>For a moment, you wonder about the very animalistic barking emanating from the wizard's cottage from before, and the slight shiver that runs through you is decidedly not erotic.<<else>><<endif>>

The wizard looks you over again, though, as your body tries even more desperately to present itself to him, and growling when he stubbornly refuses to take what's offered. "Although, given my skills, and the fact that your bust isn't so overwhelming to be impossible to suppress... yes, yes, perhaps we could make that work." He looks you over again, and his smile is genuine. "Perhaps we can form a <<if $wiz1>>new<<else>><<endif>> pact which could be to both our benefits. As I'm sure you can tell, I tend to prefer my companions to be of the more, shall we say, male persuasion. As you are, at the moment, rather overwhelmingly female, that is a bit of a conundrum. If you let me, though, I can temporarily alter aspect of your shape into something more pleasing to me. Allow me to do this, and to take the enjoyment I crave from your transformed body, and in return I will use my powers to do something about that pesky overwhelming heat of yours."

He turns his head to glance back along the path. "Or, you know, should you not be interested in that, I could simply leave you here to your own devices. Frustrated, unable to resist, vulnerable to whatever fun creature might come crawling or slithering out of the woods in response to your unavoidable scent. With the sun already so low in the sky, night will be falling soon, and I'm sure you know that there are all sorts of creatures who come out at night that would be more than happy to have their fun with you. Well, fun for them at least, although given your state I honestly have know idea if you might actually enjoy such a thing."

He turns back, looking you right in the eyes, his body still frustratingly not pressed closely against you. "So, I suppose it's up to you. Your words seem a bit... vague at the moment, so simply nod your head if you agree to my most generous and magnanimous terms. As opposed to the delightful array of possible alternatives: getting ravaged by a wild boar, getting ravaged by a feral wolf, getting ravaged by a shadowbeast... But, you know, totally up to you."

You shiver at the aroused grin that spreads across the wizard's face as he contemplates your alternative options. You know you'll have to decide soon, though, before you're sufficiently lust-crazed that you can't even indicate your answer...

((Agree to the wizard's terms|wizardguy))

((Refuse the wizard's offer|nightmare))

SECTION=backout {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} You've never trusted demons, you certainly don't trust the dodgy sign and the dubious disclaimer, and in your current perpetually aroused state, you barely even trust yourself. Plus, if you stay any longer, your heat could manifest itself with urgency, leading to... you're not sure what, but you doubt that it would be pleasant. So, despite a powerful sense of reluctance, you do an about-face and hightail it back out of the cave. You return to the path, pledging to continue on, although there is a part of you that maintains its curiosity, seemingly attempting to drag you back to the cave... ((Continue walking on the path around the hill|at3)) ((Give in and return to the cave|givein))

SECTION=dolphinf {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))|((the cave entrance|at4))} You think it over for a bit, and decide that despite the dolphin's obvious willingness to give you the attention you need, you do worry about what else they might have in store. You've been able to handle all comers so far, but already the population has doubled in a day, and if even more show up and all want multiple goes... well, you may be able to take quite a bit as a feline in heat, but there is still a limit to your stamina, and how much your body can physically handle. You need sex, but you need to rest as well, and you're not sure what would happen if your heat involved completely nonstop sex from here on out - those of your own kind can occasionally be relentless, but also have an instinct for when their partner needs to rest. Not to mention, you're not entirely sure they'd stop once your heat was up. You're quite satisfied for now, and the chance of getting "captured" by the dolphins and spending the rest of your life getting actually raped in a cool, dimly-lit cavern does not appeal to you one bit. Far smarter, then, to take your leave and find a slightly less dangerous way to ride out the rest of your heat.

You retrace your path back through the tunnel, but by the time you return to the cave entrance, even your feline eyes can barely make out the forest beyond. As there was no good way to tell time in the cave, you were half-expecting it to somehow be morning, but it's the middle of the night - a time when a forest comes alive, but not in a good way. When you see a pair of red, luminescent eyes poke out from the forest edge and begin scanning the surrounding area, you duck hastily back inside the cave.

You make your way back to where the tunnel splits off. You already know where one path goes, and you've alreay decided that it's a path you have no interest in taking. There's little else to do, then, but try the other one, and hope that it provides you with at least a reasonably secure place to hide for the rest of the night, so you can venture back out at a safer time.

((Take the path to the right|caveright))

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SECTION=dolphinr {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))|((the cave entrance|at4))} You take a step back, startled, as a grey, fin-topped dome slowly emerges above the waterline, droplets of water sliding down effortlessly across its slightly leathery skin. For a moment, you wonder if it is a fish of some sort breaching the surface to view your approach, but the dome quickly resolves into a long-snouted humanoid face, moving forward as the creature continues to rise slowly out of the water. The creature, or more accurately person, continues their slow reveal, a short neck seamlessly flowing into a reasonably muscled torso, but one that looks sleek rather than bulky. You feel a flush run through your body as you realize that the musculature appears to be male, although in some species such an appearance can be deceiving. There are no breasts, though, only reasonably solid biceps, and overall the frame doesn't appear to be hugely different in size from your own. The arms that fold to cross over the chest, though, are slightly linger, with thick, leathery webs between the fingers and finlike structures protruding from the elbows. The person takes another step forward, even as you can see another finned dome beginning to crest above the water behind him. Another couple of steps further, and you are able to see hips and the upper edge of their thighs rise above the water's surface. Your eyes automatically dart between their legs, and you feel a warm, heated jolt throb between your own as you see the pale pink flesh jutting outwards that clearly marks them as a male. Even as he steps towards the shallow edge of the water, your eyes fixate on it, the sight driving your heat into full effect and causing your pussy to twitch gently against your panties, even as a new torrent of warm juices flow down from it to completely saturate the fabric with your wetness and your intense, heated scent. You stand rooted to the spot, your thighs pressed together as the heat seems to radiate through your extremities, as the man fully emerges to reveal well-muscled legs and similarly-webbed feet. Behind him, you can see a thick tail flicked off to the side, the end of it flaring out into a large fin with a slight, curving indent in its center. Soon, both of the men are standing on the lip beyond the pool of water, only a few scant feet in front of you. You briefly look up to their faces, watching them regard you curiously with a hint of a smile on their curved, bottlelike muzzles, but as they remain silent, your suddenly focused mind directs your gaze back down to more interesting parts of their bodies. They certainly don't seem to be shy - they are completely naked, and don't seem to express any shame at their obvious erections. When you look at them more closely, however, you realize that their cocks are unlike any you've seen before. Instead of the usual shape of a pole jutting out above a pair of swinging balls, these seem to have no testicles that you can see - instead, between their legs is just a smooth curve of skin, and the penis itself seems to have emerged from a small slit in the flesh just above. The penis also looks little like the pole you are used to, barbs or otherwise; instead, it reminds you of nothing more than a tongue, a fleshy protrusion that is fairly wide at the base but narrows almost linearly as it approaches the slightly pointed tip. Adding even more to the tonguelike appearance, you can see the whole thing moving on its own, curving and undulating as it moves about in the air, seemingly probing in front of it for something suitably inviting. It almost looks like the way a snake moves its head, its motions oddly hypnotic, even more so now that you are fully focused on them. It is so intriguing, in fact, that it is not until you hear the faint sound of water dripping on the stone floor behind you that you realize there is a third one in the cavern. Before you can react, a grey arm curls around your waist, and you can feel your body reverberate as the man behind you pulls you back and smacks his hips against your butt with a solid thrust. The abrupt contact sends another jolt of heat surging through you, and aside from a quick, quiet gasp of surprise, you don't even think to struggle against his grip - even as you feel his fingers against your belly, trying to nudge under the low waist of your bikini and the panties beneath. His hand pushes between them, the fabric stretching enough for them to squeeze in, and you thrill at their touch against the soft tuft of fur just above your mound. They quickly curve around, two fingers pressing into the swollen flesh and nudging it apart, the two other fingers in between tracing along the insides of your slightly spread lips until they find your opening and try to tease it open. In your state, though, no teasing is necessary, and the fingers effortlessly slide in and linger comfortably for a moment before the man behind you makes a surprised exclamation and quickly pulls his hand back. "Gentlemen, I've never seen anything like this before," he says, his speech slightly accented but very precise, speaking the common dialect of the region. "This one is already completely engorged and over-sufficiently moistened, and furthermore is demonstrating none of the squirming or struggling behaviour exhibited in our previous conquests. Are you quite certain this one is in actual fact a proper female?" "I am quite certain," states the one in front of you on the left. You notice that despite his confusion, the man behind you is still holding you close to him, his cock tracing an odd pattern on your left buttock that you can feel even through the leather. Knowing that it is there is suddenly insanely tantalizing, and you hump your butt back a couple of times against him by way of encouragement, letting out a low purr as the two in front of you look on quizically. "Nevertheless," the one in front of you continues, "I imagine verification should be possible. Your hand, if you please." The one behind you proffers his hand, your slick juices coating his fingers and the webs between them. The one in front takes the hand in his own, scraping some of your juices onto his own fingers, which he then uses to reach around behind him. His arms makes a sort of rubbing motion, his hand seeming to be doing something between his shoulder blades, inhaling deeply - although, puzzlingly, the sound of him taking a deep breath almost seems to be coming somehow from behind him rather than in front. After a moment, he breathes out, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. "Ah, yes, there is a scent to this that is vaguely familiar. The components of this scent seem to be hormonally based, and given that the woman in front of us seems to be the sort of thing usually referred to as a feline, it is my assessment that she is undergoing a type of fertility cycle. Fortuitous for us, at least, as her current behaviour seems to ensure that the risk of this encounter should be minimal." The man turns back to you, reaching out to wipe his sticky fingers along the fur on your collarbone. "I suppose, then, we can take a moment of introduction. My name is Ceicile, the fine specimen contemplation to my left is Argenet, and the illuminatingly erudite gentleman behind you is known as Orvelipin. As you can most likely guess, we are the people who will be raping you forthwith." You quickly take stock of the situation. You are now fully in heat and relishing the male attention, you are more than intrigued by their prehensile cocks and what they might be capable of, and you realize that apart from their slightly unusual appearance, this is precisely the sort of tryst you had intended to seek out in the first place. In short, whatever they are planning on doing to you, they can't exactly call it rape, as you know that you will be a more than willing participant. You begin an attempt to tell them as much, but before you can get more than a few words out, Orvelipin tucks both hands around the waistband of your bikini and yanks it down, the leather garment quickly falling around your ankles as he quickly does the same with the panties. Then he pulls you back against him, your hips automatically arching back and upwards to provide him with easier access. You immediately feel the incredibly soft and warm flesh of his cock tip tracing lazy circles along your mound, flicking along the top edge of your lips and nudging your clitoral hood as he does so, and you are content to give up on your attempted explanation in favor of producing a low, aroused moan that seems to go on and on and on. Soon, one of the circular strokes stops halfway through, the tip brushing across one lip before nestling in between them. It suddenly begins to flick rapidly, alternating between the inside of each lip, the soft folds flexing in response to each touch as you gasp at the unusual and agonizing manipulation. Each touch is just light and quick enough to be insanely tantalizing, but not quite enough to be truly stimulating. At the same time, though, you can feel the effect of the motion, your lips slowly nudging apart to release more of your moisture. The cock tip seems to almost lap at the flow for a moment, before nudging your pussy lips aside and slipping in between them to probe inside your passage. The feeling is unlike anything you've ever felt before. Having been through several heats, you are well aware of what a cock usually feel like inside you, both feline and... various other sorts. Without exception, though, all of them have followed a generally similar mold, with or without spines. This, though, is completely different. In fact, as the tip enters and explores the outermost part, you barely feel any stretching at all in the way you normally would to accomodate a regular penis. Instead, you initially feel only the slightest spreading as the tip slides within you. Once it is inside, though, it begins to go through a sort of combination of the previous two patterns, nudging and probing against your inner walls in every direction. Instead of just a light flick, though, the probes are more forceful, and they linger for a moment or two, nuzzling in harder and longer if the movement hits something that provokes an interesting reaction in you. The touch is slickly pleasant, almost like a cross between an unclawed finger and a tongue inside you, and each probing touch elicits at least a purr of pleasure. It elicits far more than that when it finds one of the subtle ridges inside you that the feline spines engage on, the tip twitching over and pulling back to pluck across them as though it was playing a stringed instrument. Each pluck elicits an icy shiver that radiates out from between your legs, something deep inside you tensing and relaxing as the directed stimulation resonates with your heated desires. Occasionally, the probing encounters a particularly sensitive spot, probing intensely into folds and pockets within you that no other cock could possibly reach. One of them produces a surprisingly intense urge in another part of you, and for a moment it takes everything you have to keep from pissing all over his crotch. The tip nudges upward slightly a moment later, though, and all of a sudden the sensation turns into something amazing, a couple more gentle probes sending you shivering back against him, seemingly on the very edge of climax. The tip flicks away, though, moving subtly inward, leaving your body tensed and impossibly aroused, yowling in frustration as his cock moves deeper inside you. Even though the progress is subtle, it happens fairly quickly, and even as you feel the tip probing deeper and deeper inside you, you feel your pussy lips and outermost passage stretching wider bit by bit around the thicker base of his cock. By now your body is practically vibrating with aroused tension, your hips trying to buck back against him, but he moves his own body to compensate and keep to its own unusual rhythm. Before you know it, though, there is no space left to back into, his hips resting subtly against your posterior as your pussy lips stretch wide around his thick base. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the strange tip of his cock brush against something deep inside you, something strangely sensitive, and you realize that it has reached all the way up inside you to brush against the only thing that stands between it and the entrance to your womb. Your back arches almost spasmodically in response to the touch, your head pressing back hard against Orvelipin's firm chest and soft, oddly leathery skin. He reaches up a hand to caress the fur on your face and neck in response, although you can do little more than gasp and tremble on the verge of orgasm. In fact, the only reason you appear to remain standing at all is that his other arms is still wrapped around your waist and holding your body firmly up against him. The tension and need of heat seem to flow through every part of you, each brush against that surface deep inside impossibly agonizing and arousing at the same time. The cock tip continues its probing, each prod driving the tension to new heights, before the tip finally finds the dimple in the center and pushes suddenly, firmly, in. For a moment, you feel the most perfect, most pleasurable, stretching sensation deep inside you as a point of intense warmth settles in exactly where it needs to be. Then the tension inside of your body seems to explode outward in an intense shockwave of pleasure, the varicolored light from the algae on the walls seeming to expand before your eyes into an impossibly bright and complex kaleidoscopic pattern, your own intense moan seeming to reverberate within your own skull a moment before the intense shock wave shooting up your spine fills your mind with an impossible warmth. For a moment, everything in the world seems exactly right, your body reveling in the feeling of the warm shaft filling it, and you feel the thing deep inside you begin to twitch happily around the warm point pleasantly tucked inside it as the rest of your insides seem to wrap themselves tight around the rest of it and thrum rhythmically along its length. Then something even more impossibly warm spurts out deep inside you, as the dazzling lights in front of you brighten to an intense, uniform white, and conscious thought becomes impossible. When you regain consciousness, you find ourself in a sitting position in Orvelipin's lap, his cock pulled out of you but curled up to rest softly against your pussy lips. Your pussy is still giving off a steady rhythmic twitch, and you are content to snuggle back into his embrace, resting your own arms atop the ones encircling your belly. His companions, however, do not seem to possess a similar patience, however, and you notice them looking pointedly down at the pair of you. Orvelipin seems to take the hint though, and a moment later his body rocks forward, taking your along with it. Falling forward in front of him, you put your hands out to steady yourself, but the motion is fluid enough that instead of landing with an impact, you instead settle onto your hands and knees on the stone floor of the cavern. As soon as you are in place, you can feel Orvelipin's embrace release, and his body quickly leaves contact with yours. As he does, you see Ceicile walk around to your right until he vanishes out of the corner of your vision, even as Argenet crouches down before you. Ceicile doesn't waste any time with foreplay - his hands settle onto your butt only a moment before the tip of his cock flicks between your pussy lips and slides down their length to your already-stretched entrance. Your muzzle parts as you gasp from the sudden sensation against a pussy already made sensitive from your earlier climax, your pussy still twitching gently against the probing cock. Before you can close your muzzle, though, you realize that the undulating pink shape of Argenet's pink member nearly fills your vision, a scant moment before the tip of it brushes against your tongue. It takes a brave man to coax a blowjob from someone with a mouth full of carniverous teeth, but you soon see why Argenet is so confident in your acquiescence. This is a far cry from a tube of meat trying to jam its way down your throat. Aside from resting his hands on your shoulders, Argenet doesn't try to hold you in place or thrust his hips against your face. Instead, the cock plays across your tongue, flicking up to caress the roof of your mouth before returning to curl sensuously around your tongue's very tip. While not as moist, the comparison to a tongue becomes even more apt, as his cock and your tongue intertwine and lap against each other in a way that is far more like an intense kiss than anything else. You can feel the cock's smooth musculature as it curls and uncurls around your tongue, the taste of him lingering on your tongue's subtle rasps - a strange mix of earthy musk and a light, salty taste that instantly reminds you of the pervasive scent you detected in the air during your few rare journeys to the coast. You get into the kiss easily, the intriguing feeling amplifying the pleasure you feel from the cock exploring your pussy with equal intensity. Your previous orgasm has barely subsided when Ceicile probes against your sensitive spots anew, your moans muted by the tongue wrestling you are currently engaged in. As Ceicile finally settles his hips against your butt, his cock reaching pleasantly deep, you feel Argenet's cock slowly uncurling from your tongue. As it does, you feel the tip press into the center of your tongue and slide smoothly back, the thicker muscle of the cock behind it settling against your tongue and pressing down agaisnt it, depressing it comfortably as you enjoy the warm feeling of the contact. Soon, your tongue is completely depressed, even as the tip curls over the very back of it and angles down into your throat. It insinuates itself perfectly, to the point where you don't have even the slightest urge to gag. Then you feel the muscle rippling atop your tongue, a quick motion that pulses backwards along your tongue, culminating with a pulse of warmth that shoots straight down your throat without you even needing to swallow. Several more follow, the warmth strangely comforting, before the cock slowly withdraws back the way it came, the tip dribbling a thin line of salty, musky seed along your tongue as it withdraws. The tip curls around your tongue with one more lingering flick before withdrawing, and you can feel your own tongue lolling out after it, enjoying the intense taste. Argenet runs a hand gently across your face as you purr happily, a purr that quickly transforms into an intense moan as Ceicile finds the entrance to your womb, your hips tensing and shuddering as he holds you tightly against him, the pleasurable feeling as his tip stretches and infiltrates your deepest part quickly driving you into another intense climax. This time, you somehow remain conscious through the maelstrom of swirling lights and waves of intense, bursting pleasure. In the midst of it all, you can feel hands moving across you as your body is subtly moved, and when you become aware of your surroundings again, you find that you have been moved to one of the piles of bedding. The cooking fire has been rekindled, and you feel relaxed and comfortably warm; not just from the fire, but from the warmth settling into your stomach combining with the wamrth lingering in your belly further below. Satisfied, you curl up comfortably and prepare for sleep, barely noticing the three shapes settling back into the clear pool before you. ((Stay with the dolphins (for now)|dolphint))

SECTION=dolphina {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))|((the cave entrance|at4))} You consider for a moment ditching the dolphin men, but on balance, it does seem like a reasonably safe way to ride out your heat. Sure, they don't seem the type to take no for an answer, but at the moment, neither are you. Plus, you have to admit, mating with them is a far gentler and more sensuous experience than you're used to. Assuming their patterns stay the same, it makes sense to stick around until your heat is over, then head off when the retreat for the "night" and head back to your village. For the moment, though, you decide to take a quick catnap - given the relaxed pace of their mating, you don't feel the need for hours of sleep to recharge as you might with your own kind - and then give yourself a tour of the bioluminescent stone walls that make up the cavernous outpost of the dolphin-creatures' domain.

The walls, you quickly discover, are honeycombed with a dense lattice of interconnecting alcoves and pathways, going back several chambers deep into the wall. It seems a bit mazelike at first, but it is easy to find your way back, as whichever pathway glows the brightest eventually leads you back to a different vantage point along the rim of the main canyon. As you walk, your soft footfalls echo and reverberate through the stone caverns, and while every few minutes you hear an echo that sounds slightly out of sync with the rest, given the circuitous nature of the caverns it is impossible to tell if it is the sound of another person, or merely another reflected echo.

Aside from a few glinting crystalline formations, though, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of interest, and if there is another creature lurking somewhere in those catacombs, you are unable to convince your paths to cross, several times darting off towards the sound only to end up in yet another empty stone chamber.

You eventually get tired of it, and poke around in the caverns on the other side of the wall, but nothing interesting seems to appear, and the cavern system on this side as well seems to be mostly self-contained, the paths connecting between each small chamber, but no longer tunnels going anywhere more interesting. It appears that the only ways in are through the cave entrance, and the one that is underwater - you doubt you can hold your breath or see clearly enough to explore that passageway, though, and you don't want to think what might happen if one of the overly amorous dolphin-men happened to get ahold of you while your head was still underwater.

As you are exploring the last bit of catacombs, though, you hear a set of footsteps from outside them that is clearly different. Intrigued, you let the light of the main cavern guide you back, and poke your head out of the alcove entrance to see what might be out there.

To your surprise, there is another person entering the cavern. Given the cave's relative isolation, and the fact that there hadn't been a hint of anyone but the dolphins in the days that you've been here, you had assumed that your encounter was a fluke, and that no one else would show up. Of course, you realize that you're hardly the only person to go hunting or adventuring in the woods, and if night had actually fallen outside, the cave would look like an inviting refuge for anyone who happened to be anywhere near the clearing.

Still, without knowing what sort of person it is, it seems prudent to hold back and check them out. You blink, letting your eyes equalize to the amount of light in the cavern, and let the form come more clearly into view.

Even from the initial glimpse, the form is relatively small, not hukling like an orc or blue titan, and so hopefully not as dangerous. As your eyes adjust more, however, you are quickly able to tell that the visitor is quite different from any of the creatures that make up the usual threats.

Somewhat surprisingly, the figure seems to be a woman, like you. She is a canine, with fur that seems almost gold in the strange lighting, a little taller and bulkier that you, but her movements are still light and agile, more a hunter than a warrior. She appears to be dressed in a vest and a pair of leggings, both made from tanned ungulate hide, slightly worn-looking but unquestionably sturdy. She has a scabbard attached to her back, with the solid metal pommel of a greatsword glinting above her left shoulder. You watch as she pads quietly into the cavern, her head darting back and forth as she tries to make out what might be inside. Canine vision is good, but you know that it is not as well-suited to dim environments as your own. Still, there's a chance she might pick you out, and you don't yet know what her intentions are.

On the other hand, though, you realize that it's not quite as simple as all that. After all, she is a woman, alone, wandering into a den of rapists certain to outnumber and likely to overpower her. You lightly sniff the air, and catch a whiff of her scent - as far as you can tell, she doesn't seem to be in heat, and so is likely not to find the company of the dolphins quite as serendipitously convenient. As a fellow woman, and one who had had more than her share of experience with unwanted sexual encounters, it seems only fair to warn her off before she can fall into their grasp.

You draw in breath to call out to her, but you were so focused on watching her and deciding what to do that you neglected to pay adequate attention to the rest of your surroundings - and by the time you her the soft footstep behind you, it is too late. Your body tenses at the sound, preparing to turn on your hell and confront it - but before you can move, two wet, leathery arms wrap around you, one tightening around your waist, and the other bringing a hand up to clamp firmly around your muzzle and turning your hail mute.

You know instantly that it is one of the dolphins behind you, which means that the others have also likely returned, and that the woman in the cavern truly is in peril. You try to twist out of his grasp, try to turn your head so that you can give her one last-ditch, desperate warning, but the man behind you is already pulling you in close against him. As you are still naked, there is nothing standing between him and your unprotected nethers, and you feel his flexible tip trace the cleft between your engorged pussy lips before slipping in between them, your heated state ensuring that your body puts up no resistance to its entry. Knowing what comes next, you squirm once more against his arms, but it does no good - seconds later, his tip catches and tugs against a sensitive ridge within you, and then another and another, and all you can do is mmph softly against his hand as your knees buckle and your body sags, trembling, deeper into his embrace. Whoever the dolphin behind you is, it is almost certain that he has mated you before, well enough to know exactly how to stroke you inside. As a result, the struggle, if it can even be called that, was over almost before it began, and your body thrills happily as it succumbs to your latent, heated desire and the flexible member moving expertly inside you. Through that strange lens of complete surrender, then, you find yourself watching the scene unfold before you as a helpless observer, the wonderful feeling coursing through you casting a very different feel on the scene you see playing out before you.

The female canine stops, falling back a step, as one of the dolphin-men begins to emerge from the water. She stares at him, seeming almost as surprised as you were the first time you saw one, and fixates on him so completely that she misses the form of two others as they pull themselves out near the far side of the pool and begin to creep slowly and softly around behind her. Instinctively, you think to try and warn her about the ambush, but at the same moment the tonguelike cock of the man behind you worms its way into just the right spot and nestles in firmly, sending bright sparks dancing across your vision as your hips shudder their way through the sudden climax, the scene sinking back slightly amidst a warm haze as your inner walls clench and throb happily around the cock that continues to probe ecstatically at them.

You watch, panting through the hand clamped around your muzzle, as the dolphin emerges languidly from the water, naked and with his unusual cock on prominent display. Upon seeing it, and as a female adventurer certainly realizing the significance of its presence, she takes another panicked step back, hands reaching up to grab onto the pommel of her greatsword and surely bring it out in a swinging, intimidating arc. The two other dolphins have fully flanked her, though, padding up quietly behind her, and before her hands can even touch a pommel, each of the dolphins grabs one of her wrists and together they pull her arms behind her, pinning them against her back. Startled, she struggles to move forward and pull away from them, panic flashing in her dark eyes, even as one uses a muscular arm to pull the greatsword from its scabbard and send it skittering off, clanging metallically across the cavern's smooth stone floor.

The woman, truly panicked now, strains against the arms pinning her own, even as the first dolphin closes the distance and only stops when he is almost upon her. She sees his face close to hers, and tries to shrink back, cringing when she runs into the body of the man behind her and he bucks his pelvis against her legging-clad rear in anticipation. The one in front, though, wastes no time, his hands quickly undoing the front ties of her leather vest as he begins talking to her in the dolphins' mellifluous, overly flowery dialect, rattling off an erudite explanantion of how the trio were going to enjoy forcing their way into her delightfully struggling body. Midway through the explanantion, though, both the man's voice and the edges of your vision seem to go fuzzy, as your body tenses and vibrates through another climax that radiates out from your core. It is a bizarre juxtaposition, you know, suddenly feeling so calm and warm and sated even as you watch another woman struggling and panicking in front of you, but you feel so thoroughly happy, and your insides so deliciously melty and warm, that it is difficult to care overly much at the plight playing across your vision. In fact, if anything, watching the spectacle seems to be bringing your partner to new heights of arousal, the thick base of his cock stretching your lips pleasantly around it even as the tip seems to redouble its efforts, and even within the afterglow you can feel your body squirming under the intense sensations as you can feel another orgasm already beginning to build within you.

The woman's struggles seem redoubled as well, but her movements are futile against the muscular arms of the men holding her in place. The dolphin in front presses his mouth in towards her as he pulls the vest away to either side, flicking his tongue in a rapid, rolling motion across one of the nipples that had been hidden behind it. The woman cries out at the sudden contact, her shoulders moving as though she is trying to get her arms to push him away, but they remain very much restrained. Instead, she screams, her cries for help going unanswered as they reverberate around the cavern. She squirms into her grasp, trying to pull her breast free, but the dolphin in front keeps his tongue on it, and one of her cries turns into a shriek as the sensation starts getting to her. As soon as her cries change pitch, though, the dolphin moves his head away, instead reaching down to cup his hand around her crotch, running his fingers slowly along the thin leather stretched tightly across her mound. She tries to squirm away from the touch, with no more success than she did before, and in response the dophin presses his hand in tighter and begins to move it faster and faster. She manages to last against it for a few minutes - proving for sure that she is not in heat, as if she was she would have given in almost immediately - but after a while her cries transform into desperate moans that her struggling body fails to choke back, her hips beginning to buck in time with the hand movements before forcing her body to be still, only for the instinctual bucking to return as the dolphin's rubbing intensifies.

One of the dolphins behind her, then, seems to decide that the woman is well-prepared enough, letting go of one of her arms in order to tug at the waistband of her leggings, trying to pull them down over her rear to give the men behind her access to her pussy, only to be stymied by the cord tied around them to hold them up. The one in front, realizing what they are doing, pulls his hand back and almost hisses at them - apparently, he was expecting to go first, but the others had a different idea.

The woman, though, takes advantage of the momentary distraction, moving quickly and expertly enough that you almost gasp in surprise, even from your position floating in a sea of calming hormones as you hang limply in the embrace of your own dolphin as his tip probes firmly against the already-yielding place deep inside you. Despite all that, you are still amazed as you watch her snap her free hand over across her back, snapping her planked fingers hard against soft spots in the wrist of the dolphin holding her other arm, yanking it free and elbowing him in the face. The dolphin to her left falls back, reeling, even as her arms snap forward as her body lurches towards the dolphin in front with a snarl. She doesn't even bother using her blunt, canine claws to try and scratch at him, though - instead, she just wraps her strong-looking hands around the dolphin's neck, squeezing hard. You know enough about the dolphins, though, to know that they don't actually breathe through their mouths, and so trying to strangle them is just as futile as her other efforts.

After a moment, she seems to notice that the dolphin isn't particularly fazed by her attempts, and redoubles her efforts. You hear an odd, faint noise, something that might be the crinkling of cartilege, and the dolphin in front seems to go strangely wobbly for a moment. Even as she howls in momentary triumph, though, the dolphin behind her manages to get the cord around her waist untied and yanks her leggings forcefully down. You see the plush fur on her posterior puff out for a moment, and she drops the dolphin in front of her and snaps her head back around, snarling. Even as she does, though, the dophin behind her moves forward, and you see a momentary flash of pink dart in between her legs before he slams his hips in against her, hard enough to rock her entire body forward and send her ample breasts swaying. She shrieks, her arms flailing about behind her in a desperate attempt to find purchase against him and push him off of her, but after a moment she gives a different sort of yelp, her whole body stiffening momentarily before her struggle redoubles. It fades quickly, though, her hips beginning to buck and shudder, and you know that her body is already beginning to yield, as the dolphins expert prodding begins to find more and more sensitive spots inside her - and you know, from experience, that once those spots are found, the dolphin will happily exploit them to their maximum extent, leaving any woman subject to his penetration quickly quivering in his arms. As the woman's legs begin to wobble, her own yielding evident, you feel your own body doing the same, as the last barrier deep inside you acquiesces and stretches to conform ecstatically around the tip nestling warmly within it. You cry out as the tip suddenly flares with heat, the dolphin forgetting about keeping you quiet and using both arms to hug you tightly against him as his cock splashes molten relaxation comfortably deep within your belly.

The woman's head darts over when she hears your cry, your eyes locking for a brief moment before the dolphin finds another supremely sensitive spot inside her, and she howls in unbidden pleasure as her legs wobble again and give way. She falls forward onto her hands and knees, her head almost in the lap of the dolphin still trying to recover on the ground in front of her, the dolphin embracing her falling forward along with her and continuing to hug her with his body arched over her back, his pelvis still pressed tightly against her. Looking at it from afar, you realize how odd the embrace looks: instead of the usual thrusting and humping, the dolphin's body stays in place, holding her close as his cock does all the work inside of her. In fact, after a while you realize she is the only one moving, her hips rocking back as her body arches into a mating position, bucking back against him several times in rapid succession before her whole body tenses and shudders through the orgasm that the dolphin's ministrations force deep within her.

As she recovers, her arms still weakly trying to fight the dolphin off from on top of her, the dolphin in front of her finally seems to regain his composure. As the one off to the side also struggles to his feet, rubbing his already purpling snout, the one in front takes her head in his hands and guides it further into his lap, working fingers in around her gums and making a practiced motion that sends her jaws snapping open, as his prehensile cock slips in between them. For a moment, you think that she will manage to clamp her jaws down around it, but the tip is quickly tracing across her tongue in the strange, deep-kissing motion that you experience before, and in a few seconds her tongue is eagerly engaged with its twisting dance as she lets out a deep, overwhelmed moan around it. The third dolphin walks over, grumbling about being left out even as he works to grab her wrists and secure her arms again, but by now the action seems superfluous; her body slumps forward against the stone, probably feeling almost as melty and relaxed inside as your own, her throat gulping at the load the first dolphin sends down her throat as her hips buck weakly back against the one behind her before descending into shuddering stillness. The dolphin in front pulls back, lightly caressing her muzzle with his cocktip, taking in the scene with a look of smug satisfaction as the woman begins a series of short, breathy yelps - almost certainly in time with the pulses of cum splashing intimately against the deep, sensitive parts that are usually only reached, for her, with the accompaniment of a knot.

Your own partner, for his part, has had all the excitement he can take, somehow managing to loose a few more spurts inside you before you feel his cock go limp and fall away. Sufficiently sated, you are content to purr and cuddle back into his embrace, feeling his liquid warmth running pleasantly down along your inner walls and trickling down along your pussy lips. The dolphin on top of the canine seems, for the moment, equally spent, rolling heavily off of her only to be immediately replaced by the third one, who is sufficiently pent-up by being sidelined so long that he slams in between her thighs without hesitation, her body shivering desperately against him as his cock worked double-time inside her, grabbing tightly at her hips as she let out a burbling, blissed-out, unintelligible moan before giving in to another body-wracking orgasm of the type that you know is impossible to deny.

Completely relaxed in your involuntary partner's arms, you watch her writhe as the third dolphin takes her vigorously in his odd, externally motionless way. As he finally rolls off her, leaving her to curl up on the ground and let out a series of weak, happy whimpers, you feel your partner lift you up and cradle you in his arms, knowing that you are probably still too weak-kneed to walk properly. You cuddle in happily against his strong, leathery chest, swaying gently in his arms as he walks over to his compatriots.

The dolphin-man sets you down gently next to her, and you roll over to look guiltily into her eyes. You imagine that, even in her spent state, she will somehow be furious with you for failing to warn her about the inhabitants of the cavern. Instead, though, you are surprised when she gives you a look of sympathy. In a way, you know that it is hardly undeserved - after all, you were interrupted while trying to warn her, and tried as much as you could, even if you didn't actually save her. She obviously thinks that you are in the same boat as her, and in a way you technically are - while your heat smoothed over your initial encounter into something more immediately amicable, you are well aware that, had you not been in heat, it is unlikely that the outcome would have been any different.

Both of you are too exhausted at the moment to exchange much more than the most basic of greetings. Even so, you learn that her name is Ahrela, a pathmarker for a nearby canine tribe, explring to find lanes of safe passage in the surrounding forest. Soon after, completely spent from her ordeal, she curls up further and drifts off to a light, nervous sleep. You, however, are still more than awake, the grip of heat only delayed rather than fully sated, and soon you are presenting yourself shamelessly to the four surrounding dolphins, who manage to rouse themselves remarkably quickly. You go another round with each of them, yowling happily as their probing cocks coax orgasms to tremble delightfully through you, and leaving you with another thorough cum-drenching that leaves their seed pooling warmly in your belly, in just the right place to help quench your burgeoning heat. Finally fully sated, you curl up next to Ahrela, cuddling up against her half-clothed body and enjoying the feel of her plush fur brushing up against your own as you join her in slumber.

You are woken up the next morning by another group of dolphins surrounding you, eager to get down to business. Ahrela comes to with a start as one of the dolphins lifts her up, and you watch her struggle briefly as he settles her into his lap, tugging her legs apart enough that you get a good view of her soft, puffy canine spade for a moment before the tip of his cock expertly spears the center of it and presses in quickly, her flesh quickly stretching out into a taut ring that grips snugly around his girth. You look on, perversely aroused by her sudden taking, but before you can watch further, a hand presses down between your shoulder blades, rolling you over and pressing your shoulders flush with the cool stone floor. The hand runs down your back, tickling along your spine, and you feel your back arch instinctively up into a mounting position, your ass in the air and your slick, heated mound on prominent display. A moment later, you feel a dolphin on top of you, and the now-familiar feeling of the undulating cock tip infiltrating in between your folds quickly morphs into a wave of pleasure as it finds one of your favorite spots and rubs insistently against it as your heated body immediately and eagerly gives in to the slow, wonderful, agonizingly and ecstatically intense sensations of cetacean mating, even as you are well aware that each of you will, in turn, take all of the attendant dolphins inside you in one way or another - and that this encounter will be the first of many more for both of you.

The two of you stay in the cavern for what you estimate to be somewhere around a couple of weeks, but in the enclosed environment, without the cycle of day and night to guide you, it is impossible to tell exactly. In any case, there is scarcely time to think about it much - having two unique women available at once to be taken is apparently something of a rarity of the dolphins, as within a day you end up facing a veritable crowd of them who keep the two of you more than busy. Ahrela, for her part, eases into her role surprisingly well despite not being in heat. At first you wonder if having so many dolphins around convinced her that it was pointless to resist, and that she simply decided to give in, but her enthusiastic performance soon belies that - especially when, after one particularly sensual session, she speaks of the experience in admiring tones, actually wondering aloud why the dolphins bother to rape anyone, when any woman recounting her experiences with them would drive droves of others to jump happily, and willingly, into their arms.

The few times you spend together during merciful breaks in mating, you have a chance to talk a bit more, exchanging stories of your respective villages. It is comforting in a way, hearing about something so normal and traditional in the midst of a crazy situation that neither of you know for sure whether you will escape. You also worry about what will happen when your heat is over and the relentless matings continue, but you take comfort in the fact that Ahrela has managed without that condition - the dolphins may be rapists, but they seem to be able to tell when one of their victims has reached their absolute limit, and give them a chance to rest before they reach the point of no return. Sure enough, once your heat subsides the frequency of the not-exactly-rapes decreases, still keeping you busy and practically drowning in ecstacy, but never pushing your body to the point of pain or injury.

Then, as abruptly as it started, the novelty of raping you seems to rapdily wear off. One day there are forty dolphins taking advantage of you, then the next ten, and finally just Ceicile and Orvelipin. After they finish, they wave at you, descending back into the water and tracing ripples across its surface with the fins on their backs before disappearing entirely.

The two of you wait a few more hours, wondering what to do, but none of the dolphins ever return. Still befuddled, exhausted, and halfway glowing with the aftereffects of your continual encounters, you gather up your scattered belongings, pull your mostly-intact clothes back on, and wind your way back along the passage leading back to the cave entrance. You emerge, blinking, into the glare of morning sun shining down on the cool, pristine clearing.

Ahrela insists on bringing you back to her house to help you recuperate, and so you accompany her on a short, and happily uneventful, walk through the woods. During the journey, away from the heat and sex of the cavern that heavily clouded your mind, you are hit again with a pang of guilt about the circumstances of your meeting, despite the fact that you couldn't have acted differently. Still, for Ahrela to be treating you so kindy, without knowing what truly happened... you can't accept it, and so you tell her all of it: how you gave in willingly due to your heat, how you failed to save her, how you were so caught up in it that you never really considered trying to escape, or helping her to do so. She shrugs your apology off, though, pointing out that the fact you were there to take some of their advances meant that they didn't give her more than she could handle, and that, as strange as it had been for her, it was both bearable and even enjoyable because she was able to share it with someone who was there for her, who held her close when she needed it and showed her that she could survive it as long as she needed to. In return, she wants to make sure ou are both well recovered from it, and she won't take no for an answer. You consider pointing out that that was essentially the attitude that the dolphins took towards the both of you, but quickly think better of it.

You are soon at the entrance to her village, made up of a circle of mud-brick houses with thatched roofs situated around a main square filled with a giant fire pit and rows of meat-roasting spits. The other villagers you see walking around appear to share her golden fur and generally dog-like appearance. Several of them glare at you suspiciously, given your feline nature, but Ahrela growls and bares her teeth at them until they quickly shrink away, their ears flat in contrition, and wisely leave you alone.

Ahrela's house is a nice cottage on the southern edge of the village, and she soon has a warm fire crackling in the fireplace and a rack of meat browning in a pot above it. Your stomach growls as the scent wafts over - even with the lack of appetite that usually goes along with heat, that condition has been over for a week, with little else to eat in the interim beyond copious amounts of cetacean sperm. Luckily, both of you are happy to have meat that is still rare, bloody, and just warm enough, and so there are only a couple of scant minutes of gnawing hunger before the two of you are gorging yourselves on the tender, juicy meat. Thoroughly sated in a different way, you curl up with her on the warm hide stretched out in front of the fire, curling up in her arms with the intimacy of a close friend, or even, perhaps, a lover - true, there wasn't a lot that had happened directly with each other, but the two of you had shared with each other one of the most intimate experiences possible.

You spend the next few days just lounging around the village with your newfound and unexpectedly acquired friend, sunning yourselves on the porch outside, cleaning off and splashing about in a nearby stream, hunting and cooking up some of the local wildlife, and curling up happily next to the fire each evening. Occasionally, some of the other canines come over and visit, and when they hear about the ordeal the two of you shared, their expressions turn from lingering suspicion to sympathy, caring, and occasionally commiseration - as they are not the bulkiest of canines, it quickly becomes clear that feline women are not alone in having their virtues exploited by the various creatures that lurk in the wilderness.

You eventually return to your own village, with Ahrela's express invitation to come back and visit her whenever you venture into her area of the forest. You extend her the same courtesy, and over the initervening months you visit with each other several times in both your villages. As unusual as such a canine-feline amity was, as your villagers get to know her and hers to know you, both of your villages become closer as well. They share knowledge of hunting grounds and dangers in the woods, and over time the knowledge of the unspoken pact between canine and feline begins to spread to other villages in the region. By the time you acquiesce to spending a productive heat among your own kind, and the children that result grow to experience heats of their own, there is a tacit truce between all the canine and feline tribes in the region, making the forest safer for all, and bringing you and your other villagers even more new friends (and occasionally, in the right mood, lovers). Looking back on it all, you can't help but marvel that such an impressive change came about from the simple act of lying on your stomach, sticking your ass in the air, and being gang-raped by a serendipitous bunch of dolphins.

SECTION=dolphint {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))|((streambed|at2b))|((past the waterfall|decwomen))|((the cave entrance|at4))} You have no idea what time it is when you awaken (or, for that matter, when you went to sleep) - the glowing vegetation seems to keep the cave at a near-constant illumination. You are sure that you didn't sleep all that long, though - being in heat, you only want to rest after your heat is thoroughly satiated, and only long enough for your body to recover and restore your heated state. In fact, the first thing you sense upon waking is the renewed itch of heat in your belly and the attendant wet warmth between your legs. The second thing you sense, upon opening your eyes, are the now-familiar trio of dolphinfolk sitting to either side of you, and the smiles that spread across their unusual faces upon noticing that you are awake. The third thing you notice are Ceicile's muscular arms easily rolling you onto your back, before grabbing your knees and spreading your legs easily to either side. He lowers himself down between them, resting his elbows on either side of you and holding his upper body effortlessly just above yours, even as his hips press in between your thighs and he is quickly inside you. This time the sex is more direct, more driven, the tip quickly drilling deep. Each probe that he does make, though, seems to hit a sensitive spot, and you are well-primed when the tip squeezes into place deep inside you to easily roll into a satisfying climax. Even as your orgasm continues, Ceicile rolls off of you, only to be quickly be replaced by Argenet, and after he is done, Orvelipin. You barely move from your position as they pin you to the bedding, taking you one after the other and mating you several times apiece. Somewhere towards the end you slip into a semiconscious state as your body seems to jump directly from climax to climax. When you become fully aware again, you find yourself in Orvelipin's lap, his hands gently petting the fur on your belly and his cock, like before, curled warmly between your legs to cover your satiated mound. You can feel a slow trickle of fluid trickling down onto it from your passage, but not very much at all - because of the particular method of their mating, their heat is instead creating a permeating warmth deep in your belly. You are reasonably sure that your species are far enough apart to eliminate the possibility of breeding; were it not for that fact, given the deep stimulation and the volume of warmth filling your insides, your being bred would be an absolute certainty. As all four of your are completely sated, at least for the moment, the trio of dolphins take a break from "raping" you, and strike up a conversation instead. Of course, it does start out with them expressing their amazement with how easily and readily you accept their advances - while they know a little about heat, they usually expect more of a struggle from the women they encounter. You explain to them how your heat works in a little more detail, although you can't resist questioning them as to why they have to go about raping people; between their unique and pleasantly masculine appearance, and their novel and stimulating mating technique, you would imagine there would be plenty of women who would voluntarily accept their offer. Ceicile's explanation, oddly enough, starts with a point in time a ways back in the history of their species. Apparently, quite some time ago, their species was much more animalistic, and was only able to survive underwater, with little in the way of conscious thought. Over time, though, a certain branch of their species came into contact with a strange, amorphous anomaly on the seafloor - something that, afer eventually coming into contact with other species and sharing their stories, they believed to be one of the key group of phenomena responsible for the presence of the energy that made magic possible throughout the world. Coming into direct contact with it, though, had considerably different consequences, and instead of conferring any sort of magical powers, it instead began a process of rapid evolution in their particular subspecies. The evolution produced more pronounced limbs, and the ability to survive for a time on land as well as in the water - and along with it, perhaps as nothing more than na unintended side effect, they went from being reasonably clever animals to a fully sentient species. As a result of that change, their species began to seek out more than their animalistic brethren, greatly expanding their range and occasionally coming onshore to establish contact with the civilizations they discovered. While exploring along the coasts, they often discovered varius streams and estuaries in which they were able to live, adapting readily to both fresh and saltwater environments. Their species split up into various tribes, many of which decided to live along sufficiently deep rivers inland, as they were generally much safer than the open ocean. The particular band that Cecile and the rest belonged to had found something even more unique - a cave in a cliff face that opened into a series of deep, interconnected underground lakes, a chain that somehow managed to stretch from where the four of you sit right now all the way back to the coastline far on the other side of the forest. Ceicile is about to go into detail on the various familial dynasties that have ruled the various tribes going back several centuries, when you politely interject and ask how this answers your question at all. He looks blankly back at you for a moment before continuing his previous speech where he left off. After a while, though, even he begins to look bored, and shifts over to an explanation of how their courtship, and therefore their dynasties, evolved. In their previous animalistic state, the cue for their mating ritual was essentially "whenever the male felt horny and there was a female nearby," whether she was particularly receptive or not, and there was little that the female could do to prevent it. Over time, though, the females had evolved complex internal genitalia that could accomodate such advances, and direct them down false paths if the female wasn't interested; in turn, the males developed penises that could probe the various paths and search out the right one for their purposes. When they evolved into sentient creatures, the sexual aspects remained mostly similar, with the males seeming to be winning the war of the sexes as the rapid evolution began. This time, however, the females evolved with a decidedly different strategy: instead of more complex genitalia, they bulked up considerably and became far more aggressive. Once this occurred, males who made unwanted advances quickly found themselves not only being rebuffed, but in turn slammed repeatedly against the seafloor or any nearby rocks until their urge to mate, or to do much of anything at all, had subsided. The males, increasingly horny and frustrated, changed their tactics again, ganging up on isolated females, physically overwhelming them, and gang-raping them until they were satisfied. In turn, the females began to gang up on their gangs, leading to a series of bloody confrontations that led to castration or death for many of those involved. Eventually, realizing that their actions were taking a horrible toll and even threatening their own survival, the by now mostly evolved new species called for a wary truce, the two genders finally hammering out a new set of rules that they could both live with. Rape against a female of their species was deemed to be off-limits, and any male or males who violated that covenant was allowed to be executed without penalty; mating would only occur when the females approved, with males that they selected. In return, though, they would look the other way and allow the males to dally with, or more properly rape, women of any other species without penalty or consequence in order to sate their instinctual desires. As there weren't exactly a lot of other women in the ocean that could fill that role, the males' quest for satiation was one of the driving forces pushing them away from the ocean and towards the coastlines and inland rivers. Their explorations led them into contact with various other species, some of which they formed trading relationships with - of course, given their sexual covenant and their predation of the females of other species, the less discreet bands soon found themselves engaged in conflict with the cultures they had met, in many cases being forced to flee or being subject to revenge killings. The more successful bands, though, found their way into the wilderness, building their towns and settlements under the water or otherwise out of the way. Only the females were sent to other cities to trade, to avoid any similar incidents, while the males remained in the near vicinity of their settlements and satisfied their needs with whatever female travelers that happened to wander by - or, barring that, the females of any animal species that roamed the nearby woods that was physically capable of accepting their lusts. Ceicile's narration, however, pauses at that point, primarily due to his recovering from Argenet punching him in the face over his last comment. Quickly backpedaling, Ceicile mentions briefly that such cases were only in desperation when there was no one else happening by for a considerable duration. As he hems and haws, you realize in an odd way that they almost seem to be suffering from a sort of mirror state of heat, albeit one that doesn't seem to go away - and when it becomes desperate enough, as for you, the range of acceptable mates quickly becomes anything in range that might possess the proper equipment. Somehow, you get the sense that no matter what, males of their species will avoid breaking their covenant out of basic self-preservation, but you can't help but wonder what they might do with each other if they really became desperate. As you think about it, you also realize that the blowholes on their backs are probably wide enough to accomodate even the base of their own members... In your still-heated state, apparently this rather mild fantasy is enough to get your juices flowing, something you realize that Orvelipin can quickly detect as his cock begins to slide tantalizingly back against your mound. His hug quickly becomes closer, his strong arms holding you back against him and your butt firmly against his lap. You gently rock your hips back against him, your body thrilling anew with anticipation as you settle back into his carnal embrace. As you do, his cock tip easily nudges your lips apart and plunges back inside, causing you to moan anew as a new cycle of mating abruptly begins. Their mating this time is slower and more deliberate, their strong arms passing your quickly relaxed body from lap to lap after each mating. You revel in the closeness of it, enjoying the strength of their bodies holding you tight and the feeling of their hands running across your soft fur as each probe inside you seems to find new and tantalizing ground to explore. By the time you have gone a couple more rounds with each of them, all of you are breathing heavily, your pussy twitching heavily through another climax in Argenet's arms. You feel happily sated for the time being, and as you come down from the orgasm, you are ready to slide out of his lap and take a break. Judging by the spent looks on the faces of your paramours, you realize it will probably be a while until they're ready for more. As you start to get up, though, you suddenly feel another presence behind you - a presence that makes itself known by loudly clearing its throat. Argenet cranes his neck around towards the sound, and you do so as well - revealing, over his shoulder, the shapes of at least a dozen more very male dolphins standing impatiently behind you. You realize, with a flash of both anticipation and fear, that the trio who found you were not just some lone exploration party - apparently, they just wanted to keep you for themselves so they wouldn't have to share the fun. Now, though, they've been found out - and, temporarily sated or not, you know exactly what the newcomers want. You can feel Argenet tensing behind you, as he realizes the trouble he is in. A moment later, though, his arms move lower, and he gently tips you forward. You throw out your arms to compensate, and when his arms releae you a moment later, you find yourself slightly wobbly on all fours. Even in your temporarily sated form, your body interprets the stance as a directive for your hips and tail to arch up, putting your slick, dripping, well-used pussy on display. The new group of men unceremoniously grab the previous trio and throw them bodily back into the underground lake, and you watch them surface and sputter for a moment before a pair of well-muscled legs blocks your view. Looking around, you notice that the newcomers have formed a tight circle around you, their cocks waving above in a silent salute. Your body tenses with a new round of heat at the sight, as a flurry of discussion happens above you. Then the silence returns as one of the men off to the side steps forward, the circle closing behind him as he confidently walks back and out of your view. You don't need to see him to know what comes next, though. His hands hook under your hips, tugging them up to the proper angle for him. As his cock begins to probe along your inner lips, you begin to realize that, heat or not, this is going to be a very long day. As you get into it, you realize that, oddly enough, it's not nearly as wearing as the feline mating you're used to. There's no neck-biting or overenthusiastic clawing, just hands holding snugly onto your hips to keep you in place. There's not even much in the way of frantic humping to wear you out, as the dolphins only seem to thrust forward when absolutely necessary. Their flexible, surprisingly dextrous cocks do most of the work, and the muscular protrusions massaging your insides are a far cry from the stinging, raking spines from your own kind. In fact, it's actually a respite compared to what you're used to - the agile probing provides the repeated release that your body needs, and their spurting deep inside does more than enough over time to quench your heat, without the wear and tear that usually accompanies that many back-to-back matings. Each of them takes a turn mating with you before they decide to use your mouth to speed up the second round. Given your experience from before, you don't mind this at all, opening your muzzle wide to let their tonguelike cocks intertwine with your own. This time, though, they are already slick with the product of their previous mating, their subtly salty cum mixing with the tangy, intense flavor of your own heated juices to create an intriguing mixture that you are surprisingly eager to lick off. Their "gang-rape" continues for several hours, with your mouth and pussy scarcely receiving a break between a steady stream of cock. You quickly lose track of how many times you've come, the climaxes blending together into a warm, comfortable haze of pleasure. By the time they are finally finished with you, lounging around in a loose semicircle and making unusual wheezing noises from their back that must be their equivalent of gasping for breath, you are completely filled with their cum and more than thoroughly sated, although as your penultimate climax fades you realize that you actually have somewhat more energy than you would have anticipated, and aren't yet ready to crash out. Your paramours/rapists, on the other hand, look like they are beyond spent, and one by one they flop back into the water, seeming to float inert on the surface for some time before diving back down to their home in the water's unseen depths. Once again, you are alone in the cavern, and while you can feel their cum sloshing around in multiple parts of your abdomen every time you move, you feel more sated, and oddly more capable, than you have since the onset of your heat. If you wanted to, you could track down your stuff and be long gone before any of them bothered to track you down again. On the other hand, though, you know your heat will continue through the next few days, and it seems unlikely that you'll find a better way to ride it out anywhere else. Still, if you are feeling energetic, there are still all of those antechambers around the edge of the subterranean lake to explore... ((Ditch the dolphins|dolphinf)) ((Explore the cave|dolphina))

SECTION=Enter the glowing cave {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} Despite your hesitation, your curiosity gets the better of you, and despite the old saying running through your head about how curiosity can occasionally be lethal to those of your kind, you step off of the path and make your way through the cave entrace. The passage is fairly narrow, and your arms brush against the cave walls as you make your way through a couple of switchback turns. After that, the passage abruptly opens up into a small, roughly circular cavern, the texture of the walls standing out starkly as they are lit by an intense red glow. The source of the glow is obvious: in the center of the cave, encircled by an improbably-sized ring of clear crystal, some sort of glimmering mystical surface is steadily giving off light, even as the red texture on its surface seems to undulate like a vertical pool of water. To either side of the portal stands what appears to be a demi-human demon, their visages hardly different from that of an average human... well, aside from their overly toothy grins, their intense, blood-red skin, and the two tiny hornlike nubs protruding from their foreheads. They are both dressed smartly in the latest human fashions, from the waist up at least - below that, they are naked, save for a loincloth that bulges obviously outward from the equipment beneath. They regard you dispassionately, and one of them motions with an arm that you are to enter the magic ring in the center, which you realize must be some sort of portal. You take a few hesitant steps closer, looking at the portal in more detail. In contrast to the generally impressive structure, someone has affixed a rough wooden board to the top of the portal. Inscribed on it, in some sort of reddish paint - yep, definitely some sort of paint, almost certainly couldn't be some other sort of red fluid - are the words "FREE FUN," written in a crude script. Attached to the sign, though, is a piece of parchment, with something written in neat, tightly-packed script. You lean in closer, and read what it says - this part, at least, is quite legible. "As one of the conditions of the Succubus and Incubus Omnibus Treaty, the following disclaimer applies to this offer: As laid out in Treaty Subsection 3, Paragraph 5, demons and associated demihumans are prohibited from taking the following actions: enslavement, involuntary mind control, causing irreparable bodily harm, and intentional soul taint. Additionally, as stated above, the diversion contained within this portal is offered without any expectation of compensation, be it coins, souls, or otherwise. However, as perceptions of activities vary among individuals, the inducement of 'fun' is not expressly guaranteed." Disclaimer or not, you're still unsure about how genuine the sign's claim is. The demons are not much help in that regard, standing mute in response to your questions, their only answer being a slightly bored gesture towards the portal itself. However, even though mind control is apparently banned, something is certainly manipulating your feelings, and you now have an intense desire to see what lies beyond the portal. Of course, that's not the only desire you feel - the presence of the loincloths, and the bulges contained therein, are definitely making you a bit hot and bothered, and you can feel the ache of heat beginning to surge back to the surface as it becomes harder and harder to look away from them. You realize that if you don't turn back quickly, your desires are going to move you forward on their own accord. ((Enter the portal|portal)) ((Back out of the cave|backout)) ((Try to seduce one of the demons|seduce))

SECTION=portal {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((animal trail|at))|((after dragon escape|at2))} Regardless of the method you entered the portal (or, for that matter, the velocity with which you were entering it), you find yourself, after a brief flash of bright red light and the sensation of something like brittle fingers somehow playing across the inside of your skin, walking calmly out of the other end of the portal under your own power. The scene before you is, admittedly, somewhat unexpected, given what you might have expected a demonic dimension to look like. True, the color palette tends more towards red, black, and crimson, but it's a far sight from a fiery, blasted plain. Instead, beyond the portal lies a long, rectangular room, the walls painted a deep red, with a soft glow of light emanating from all of them. The walls are hung with silken drapes, bright red and gauzy black, and similar drapes hang down at intervals from the ceiling, making the room seem like an odd mix between a regal hall and an eastern harem. The plush carpet, colored a dark crimson, is soft beneath your feet. Arrayed around the room are several large beds, each covered in pink, slightly rumpled linen sheets, which you can see are brushed to a pristine softness. Each bed also has an array of plush pillows scattered about, giving the room an oddly feminine feel. Overall, the setting is surprisingly comfortable, and you realize that despite the unknown situation, you feel unusually relaxed and free. The second part, you soon realize, has less to do with your state of mind, and more to do with your state of dress. Apparently your clothes and equipment were stripped away by your trip through the portal, and you are now quite naked. On the one hand, being free from the clothing is somewhat liberating, as the uncomfortable pressure on your breasts and crotch are gone, but on the other hand, you know that you are now exposed and relatively defenseless against the demons that are present here. Of course, given your desire to ravish said demons shortly beforehand, that's not necessarily a problem. While the area you entered was all but deserted, as your eyes adjust to the somewhat dimmer light, you can see a number of other people elsewhere in the room. Of the ones that aren't demons, most of them are cat-women similar to you, albeit with slightly different fur patterns. Most of them don't seem to know each other, and only a few are conversing, the rest standing around, apparently in anticipation - you realize that the scent of feline heat hangs heavy in the air, and judging by the swollen pink mounds on display, and the matted fur on most of their thighs, all of them, like you, are in season. Mingling among them, and looking them over with blatantly lustful eyes, are several demi-humans. They are all male, at least in their current form, and are more masculine than the ones you saw at the portal entrance. Their abs are chiseled, their muscles bulging and firm, and their skin glistening as if coated in oil. The demons are also naked, from the fully-formed horns curving away along their skulls to the sizable claws on their feet. Each of them has a fairly impressive set of balls swinging between his legs, although the cocks on most of them, strangely enough, are completely flaccid. The demons pace around slowly, seeming to be impassive observers, even when a horny catgirl occasionally throws herself at them, only to be grasped by the shoulders and gently shunted aside. Of course, not all of the demons are this passive - several beds down, partially obscured by the low light, you can hear a chorus of yowls as entwined silhouettes writhe against the mattress. You quickly realize, though, that the passivity is merely temporary, as you notice one of the demons shifting about in the corner of your eye. He is standing near an adjacent bed, and as you turn to watch, his member rapidly becomes erect, springing up in a matter of moments and rapidly telescoping outward, and faster than you'd imagined possible, the demon is sporting a sizable, thick erection. The red shaft stands rigidly at attention, and after a moment, you realize that it is giving off a faint, pulsating red glow. Many of the other catwomen nearby have taken notice, their eyes fixating on the exposed cock while their hands drift southward. The demon takes little notice of them, though, and instead looks over toward one of the women with her back turned to him, chatting with one of her peers. He suddenly reaches out, grabbing her by the waist, and flings her bodily onto the nearby bed. The catwoman shrieks in surprise, but before she can do anything else the demon is upon her, spreading her legs immediately apart, and using a knee to pin down the tail that tries to instinctively come up and tuck between her legs. The demon thrusts his hips forward, and the cock slams into her pussy and buries itself balls-deep in one sudden stroke, eliciting a grunt from the demon and an oddly tremulous scream from the woman, her body shuddering from the sudden sensation. With barely a pause, the demon begins to slam his hips in a steady rhythm, pinning her to the bed with his thrusts as her thighs flop down to either side, her legs vibrating and her breasts bobbing with each rapid thrust as her body quickly gives in to the demon's forceful ministrations. Apparently, demons aren't much for foreplay... but, given your species, it's nothing that you're not used to. You realize, watching the pair go at it, that the demons have actually come up with a reasonably good idea - apparently, they've managed to construct a plan to lure in willing participants to sate their rough and lustful tendencies, and really, who better than felines in heat? Biologically prepared for sex at a moment's notice during heat, willing to accept sudden advances, resilient enough to withstand a frantic, rough, and occasionally almost feral mating - during heat, at least, you realize it's almost a perfect pairing for a demonic species that thrives on continual, unrestrained lust. Regardless of whether the magic they were obviously using to subtly lure catgirls here was underhanded or not, they probably wouldn't get many complaints, giving them the opportunity to not-quite-rape "victims" to their black hearts' content without generating the vengeance and reprisals that come with actually hauling off and ravishing unwilling women. Your train of thought is derailed, though, as the woman on the bed nearby gives out an earsplitting yowl under the demon, who has for some reason suddenly stopped his thrusts. A moment later, though, your distraction is compounded by a very different sensation: that of a pair of large hands grasping you firmly along the sides of your waist, and a moment later you are flying through the air, your limbs flailing momentarily for purchase before you belly-flop onto one of the nearby beds, your face squishing into one of the pillows. You sputter into the pillow, instinctually trying to get back upright as your mind copes with the sudden disorientation, but before you can react more than that, a hand slaps into your butt, grabbing along your hip and flipping you over onto your back, the rest of your body whipsawing along with the motion. Looking up, you can see the demon looming over you, his biceps rippling as he stares back with an intense gaze, red dots glowing brightly like embers against the rest of the eyes, orbs of jet that glisten slightly with the glow. A sudden fear bubbles up inside you at the viscerally scary sight, and your body reacts automatically and tries to scoot your butt back along the bed away from him, even as you know it is far too late for that. You only manage to scoot back slightly farther on the bed before sizable red hands clamp down on your knees, restricting your movement. Muscular arms are suddenly pushing down and away, and your thighs waver for only a moment before giving in to the overriding force. Your legs fall away rapidly to either side, and your knees are soon being pressed against the sheets. The strain of being stretched in such a manner pulls against the sides of your crotch, and you can feel the tension tugging on your mons and spreading your swollen lips apart. For a moment, the animal part of you struggles, but the demon's full weight is now behind the arms pinning your legs firmly against the bed, and you know that they, and you, aren't going anywhere. The part of you that isn't panicking, however, is looking down your chest, taking in the scene between the obscuring mounds of your own breasts. While your own pussy isn't physically glowing, the part you can see is almost the same swollen shade of red as the seemingly massive shaft that is hanging above you, shifting quickly as it aligns itself for the target on obvious display between your spread-eagled legs. At the sight of the cock, much of the fear and panic dissipates, and you become fully aware of how much your heat has progressed. The ache in your pelvis surges forward, and your legs cease to make even a token struggle as your pussy gives an anticipatory twitch, and you can feel your juices coursing outward along your spread lips. The shaft suddenly darts downward, along with the rest of the demon, and you feel his body pressing in against you a split second before his cock slams in between your legs, punching up against your clit with enough force that your whole body spasms and the room momentarily seems to spin around on its axis. The cock presses against you hard, pushing down below your clit as it maintains its insistent motion inward, spreading your upper lips apart and pushing beneath them, the tip momentarily digging into your urethra, which feels strange and almost erotic as it almost seems to be trying to stretch open around it, but the feeling fades as the shaft quickly slides down below it, pressing between your already-spread lips and stretching them around it as the shaft jams into you, and you can feel an intense stretching sensation that runs almost instantaneously along the length of your pelvis, causing something to shudder deep in your belly. You her yourself give out a yowl, although you're barely aware of doing it consciously - all you know is that suddenly, improbably, his balls are slapping against your ass, and you feel completely filled by a throbbing warmth that seems to press into everywhere at once, your entire pelvis flooded with an intense but pleasurable heat that easily overwhelms your own. Even as you recover from the sudden sensation, the demon begins to thrust rapidly inside you, and you feel your body clench around him as he continues to stretch you with each thrust. The demon presses in against you, and even his bare skin is hot against your fur, his strange, sulfurous breath puffing hotly against your muzzle as his ember-red eyes lock yours into a steady gaze. You almost feel paralyzed, and you make no move to return his embrace, your arms lying by your sides as his forceful strokes rock your pelvis back and forth, your breasts squishing and rolling against his chest as the reverberations from each impact shudder up along your body. You can feel his pace turning your juices into a froth inside you, the crown of his cock rubbing back and forth inside you as your walls stretch and retreat around it. Each pump of his hips seems to get your body going even more, and you can hear the wet sound of each thrust, and feel your juices pulse out on each backwards stroke and pour copiously down across your ass to form a burgeoning wet spot on the sheets below. The thrusts continue unabated against your unresisting body, and you seem to lose track of time and the rest of the world, your body focused intently on the pair of eyes boring into you, and the feelings flooding through your pussy as the demon roughly mates you, somehow seeming to fill you more deeply than you had ever thought possible, yet without once butting up against your womb. Then, abruptly, the demon slams into you even more forcefully, shoving the both of you forward on the bed and burying himself deep inside you. Then, unbelievably, his cock seems to shift inside you, growing considerably thicker in mere moments as it presses in tightly against your walls, although something about it feels slightly different. You quickly figure out just how much different as the demon juts his hips back, and your entire pelvis is suddenly a mass of stinging pain as hundreds of sharp points simultaneously dig into your walls, stiffer and thicker than any barbs, scratching and raking their way across your flesh. The demon doesn't even give you the mercy of pulling out slowly, jerking back almost as quickly as he thrust in, and you let out a shrieking, animalistic yowl as the pain wracks your body and explodes across your brain. Sparks seem to flash across your eyes, and when they clear, you can feel the demon pushing himself up to hover just above you, giving you a clear look down at his shaft. Spines now jut out up and down the entire length, odd, clear lengths that almost look like miniature crystal spears, angled downwards in the style of traditional feline barbs. The crystal barbs glint in the light emanating from the glowing flesh below, glistening even more brightly with a slick coating of your juices, some of which form miniature droplets that hang down along the crystalline tips. A few of them, though, glint with droplets of something darker, and given the pain, you can easily imagine what that is... You only have a moment to think about it, though, before the demon is pressed back against you, and your insides clench in protest at the cock shoving its way back inside. It muscles its way past, though, and your walls shudder as they give way and stretch around it, the crystalline spines oddly cool as they nestle themselves tightly against your flesh. Then the demon yanks his hips back again, and your extremities tremble nervelessly as the intense sensation courses through you. Your feline physiology kicks in, and a significant portion of the pain turns into an odd feeling of pleasure, although it only blunts the stinging pain that stabs up your spine alongside it. That being said, you can already tell that the raking sensation is having an effect on your other condition: you can feel the ache of heat gently relaxing within you, along with a series of faint pinpricks of warmth higher up along your abdomen as the intense raking spurs the rest of your reproductive system to immediate action. The cock thrusts in again once more, only this time, the thrust pushes in as deep as it possibly can. You can feel the warmth of his skin as it rubs directly against your fully stretched outer lips, the tip of his cock suddenly white-hot inside you as it pushes against something deep that sends a wonderful shiver through you as it stretches around the tip and hugs it tightly. The otherwise mute demon finally makes a sound, a low, rumbling groan that seems to ripple through his chest. He presses himself even more tightly against you, releasing your legs to grab you in a firm embrace, and you find your body shifting automatically to embrace and cuddle against him. Inside, you can feel something warm beginning to pulse against your flesh, a wet heat that rolls out from deep within your belly and slowly oozing out along your passage around the cock. The pulsing goes on for what seems to be ages, and your body relaxes with each pulse, your legs relaxing back down to either side as you hear yourself sighing with pleasure. Then the shaft pulls back out, more slowly this time, and as the spikes pull out they roll a wave of pleasure along with them, and as the head pulls out around your outer lips they are already beginning to twitch and spasm, your back arching and hips shuddering as your abused passage nevertheless clenches and pulses through a powerful, overwhelming climax. As the feeling all but overwhelms your consciousness, you can vaguely sense the demon receding above you, and you purr as your body rolls around on the bed, your pussy still twitching as a sense of relaxation and relief wash over you. The relaxation lulls you into a brief catnap, and when your eyes snap back open you find that you're lying on your side on the bed, your body tucked into a loose curl. Oddly enough, you feel better than you have in a long time, and momentarily free of the mind-clouding demands of heat, although a slight ache in your pelvis reminds you of the rigors your body has just been through. You smile and stretch, content to lay there a while longer, and barely even start as another feline suddenly flops down on the bed next to you, her face close to yours, albeit upside-down as she was apparently thrown from the opposite side. From your vantage point, you can only really see her face and chest, but it's enough for you to watch her face change from bewildered surprise, to anticipatory eagerness as the face of a demon popped into view above her, to stunned shock as her arms twitch and breasts bounce from the demon's sudden penetration. You watch as her face runs the gamut of emotions, and you find yourself purring in reaction to the arousal that flushes progressively across her face, content to observe the steady, undulating rhythm of her body as it reacts to the forceful mating. For some reason, you find her yowls oddly soothing, and as the mask of pain on her face from her first exposure to the barbs dissolves into tongue-lolling pleasure, you can feel a sympathetic twitch of warmth in your own pussy as the erotic display nudges your heat back into action. As the woman beside you moans and shudders, sliding into her own climax, you feel the impact of someone landing on the bed behind you, and you turn around in time to see yet another woman's muzzle open wide and her eyes flutter upwards as another demon begins to mate her in earnest. You snuggle into the sheets, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the sights and sounds of the females being mated around you, each display making you progressively hotter, and when another demon pounces on you a bit later you happily spread your legs for him, your body once again wet and as well-prepared as it can be to receive him. It is several days before your feet once again touch the ground, alternating between being mated by the seemingly indefatigable demons, and lazing about on the bed as you take in the show of the other women being mated around you, with the occasional break for a quick nap. The lighting in the room never changes, and your perception of time becomes altered, almost to the point where it seems like the cycle of mating and watching has been, and always will be, your entire existence. Eventually, though, the days actually do pass, and the demons move on to another section as your heat, and the heats of those around you, finally dissipate. With your desire gone, your energy returning, and no compelling reason to stay, you finally get hesitantly to your feet and walk towards the portal, although you do so a bit bowleggedly - your pussy still aches from the intense rakings it received, far more than usual, and you know that it will take you several days to recover. The portal, once its unpleasant sensation subsides, does not deliver you to the cave - instead, you reappear on the dirt road just outside your house, feeling the usual pressure of your hunting clothes and gear pressing against your body as the portal apparently restores everything to how it was when you entered. While it was hard to tell time in the portal, it is night outside, and you quickly enter your house, cooking up some preserved meat to quell the hunger pangs brought on by the cessation of heat, made more powerful by the lack of food and intense mating that occurred in the interim. You spend the next few days resting and recovering before you resume your normal schedule of hunting. As the days pass, though, you feel your hunger increase, even as you can sense yourself slowing down, and an insistent warmth builds in your abdomen as your belly grows... pure lust or not, you realize that as supernatural beings, demon seed can apparently impregnate different species, and the raking you received made you more than fertile enough for your body to accept it. You groan as you realize what must be growing inside you, and you wonder how you are going to explain it to the village when you deliver a litter of demi-feline demon spawn... THE END

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Being an experienced hunter, you've accumulated a lot of common sense over the years, and just about all of it is telling you how phenomenally stupid it would be to go north right now. And yet... you can't quite put your finger on it, but just thinking about going north makes your ears perk up. It's only a gut feeling, to be true, but you get the sense that there's something... //interesting// out there, concealed within the dense section of forest. You can't really see or hear anything coming from there, but after a moment, you realize that you can, in fact feel it - not just as some instinctual sense, but as a series of faint, oscillating vibrations that seem to be rumbling from the ground in that direction. Of course, anything that could produce such a phenomenon also has the potential to be both rather powerful and probably dangerous - but then again, just being out here carries a certain level of danger on its own, and given that your curiosity thus far hasn't had any overly serious consequences, you decide to give it a look. After all, if there is something cool out here that no one else has found yet, your adventure could turn from a heat-fueled sexual sojourn into something possibly more lucrative.

You move on northward, scanning the trees carefully for threats that might get lost in the darkened environment, keeping your knife out to cut through any impassable undergrowth, and to take on any threat that happens to emerge. It continues to get darker as you progress, but it is impossible to tell from the foliage above whether it is due to the sun going down, or the canopy becoming even more closely packed. The tree trunks are certainly packed more closely together, requiring you to push away grasping branches to move between them. As a result, your progress slows even further, but the vibrating sensation beneath your feet continues to grow in strength as your body, navigating almost by feel, continues to zero in on its enigmatic source.

It is soon almost too dark to see even with your enhanced vision, and you begin to wonder if you might have made a mistake, and will now be caught out in the middle of the dark forest - and whatever predators might lurk within. Just as you begin to get really nervous about your prospects, though, you notice a faint light filtering through the foliage ahead of you.

You pick up the pace, slashing at the undergrowth with your knife, knowing that the additional noise could attract predators - but in a forest at night, light usually signals safety, and the sooner you can reach it, the better. As you hack through one tough section of foliage, of course, you consider that such a light might not necessarily be safer - as you move forward, not only can you feel the vibration rattling through your body, but you can feel an ethereal tingling begin to surround you, a sensation markedly different from the tingling that might result from heat. It is a sensation that quickly sets your fur on edge, and for a moment you seriously consider going in literally any other direction. Your curiosity about what is ahead is too strong, though, and once you push through another dense stand of brush, you stumble through it and into a small, unexpected clearing.

In fact, the area seems to be just as much cleared as it is possible to be. There are no tree trunks, and the overhanging foliage of the trees on the perimeter seems to be sheared off to create a perfect circle of emptiness. Nothing at all grows on the soil that it contains, if it can even be called that - the essence of the earth seems to have somehow been drained away, leaving little more than a layer of uniform, pale grey dust. It is like nothing you've ever seen before, including the strange, guttering light in the center of the clearing that is likely responsible for the desolation.

Looking it over, you realize it looks more like a portal than anything else, although nothing like the sort of portals you've seen before. Living in a magic realm, they are something that most explorers come across at some point or another, usually put into place by demons or wizards for various purposes. A demonic portal, though, usually looks like the glowing surface of a lake flipped on its side, ripples and all, while a wizard's one is usually a clean, flickering oval, with a hazy view of the place that it leads to displayed within. This one, though, seems somehow wild, with no defined borders or edges, and no view of anything within or beyond. Instead, its edges flicker and gutter randomly like the edges of wood-consuming flame, blinking between bright blue and intense while in an uneven, chaotic strobe. Whatever it is, it is full of energy, and a strange, unspoken allure that washes brightly across your vision and seems to flash through your mind. For a moment, you see a bright, confused vision, shapes and colors you are unable to even put into context.

You shake your head, and the vision fades, but the tugging continues. Somehow, the strange portal seems like it has grown closer to you, but when you feel the subtle shifting of the dust around your feet, you realize that it is the opposite. A quick glance down, at the twin furrows your feet are making in the dust as they plow forward through it, confirms your realization - whatever the portal is, it is doing its best to pull you inside!

You feel a sudden sense of panic, and you turn around and try to make a break for it back into the forest, but the fine dust churns beneath your feet, and it is suddenly impossible to get a clear enough purchase on the ground beneath to push yourself back out. By now, the energy is crackling intensely around you, and for a moment you seem to run in place, kicking up puffs of fine dust motes that sparkle in the intense light as the strange energy tugs you back towards it despite your best efforts. You make one last, desperate attempt to leap away, the bright flickering of the thing sparkling just inches away from your tail, but an unseen force yanks you sharply backward. There is the sudden, inexplicable sensation of the forest distorting as it retreats from you with impossible speed, and then the intense, electric blue-white strobing is everywhere, without and within you, for a brief, shuddering moment... and then, for a moment more, there is no sensation at all.

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When you open your eyes again, blinking at the weird electric sensation that still tingles in your extremities, you find yourself partly tangled in some bushy undergrowth, and for a moment you wonder if you've just been transported somehow to another part of the forest. As you glance around you, though, you realize that something about the area is... wrong. For one, the loam of the forest floor is gone, replaced by what appears to be small, strangely uniform chips of wood. The bushes are also arranged in a way that would never be found in nature, and cut along their edges rather than growing free. The foliage, along with the handful of trees around, also seems to be an unnatural shade of green, one you can't recall having seen even in the rainiest years.

You poke your head up above the bushes, still trying to shake of the effects of the strange portal, which at least for now seems to have disappeared, which probably isn't a good thing. On the other hand, whatever it was that coursed through you seems to have somehow worked back the level of your heat, at least for a moment, meaning that for now the effect isn't muddling your thoughts, just lurking, barely noticeably, in the background. Focusing clearly, it seems, is suddenly important, as when you look around, you realize that your assumption about the forest couldn't be further from the truth.

The bushes you are currently situated between, you realize, actually make up the edge of what you thought was a forest - but which you realize quickly is just a large, perfect square of bushes and trees, a small green oasis in what appears to be a bizarre, devoid landscape surrounding it. Most everything around it is grey, hard surfaces that look not quite like stone surrounding it and stretching off in cardinal directions in a sort of grid. In between them, along a flat strip of black, strange, glinting creatures zip back and forth at speeds that you would have thought to be impossible. Beyond, in every direction, imposing grey-and-glass towers stretch up towards an equally grey sky, impassive monoliths that dwarf even the tall wizard's perches you've come across on occasion. They are mixed with clusters of low, even darker buildings that seem to huddle around their bases, an organic sort of agglomeration complete with alleys trailing off into darkness between them.

There is, luckily, at least one somewhat familiar sight - walking back and forth along the grey strips, dozens and dozens of them, are felines that look not entirely dissimilar. They are wearing a strange sort of clothing, though, unusual jackets and trousers with some sort of strange, metallic fasteners instead of the usual ties. Also, strangely enough, their fur patterns are not largely uniform, as you would see in some close-knit villages, but a wide variety of which no one pattern seems to clearly dominate.

Suddenly, a scuttle of motion catches your eye, and when you look over, you see someone who seems more distinctive than most. Unlike the others, the feline does not seem to have any of the subtle patterning of the others, instead possessing a coat of fur that is brightly, unnaturally red. Also unlike the others, she isn't wearing clothing of any sort, crouched low and darting around in an erratic way that is far different than the purposeful plodding of the others. Behind her, though, some are moving differently as well, and after a moment you realize she is being pursued by a trio of others. The woman glances behind her at her pursuers, and you can immediately sense a certain fear and desperation in her eyes. You recognize, instinctively, that she is being hunted - but with all the other people around, in such an alien place, you have no idea how you would even intervene amongst all of them, and if something went wrong there would be far too many of them to take on by yourself.

The woman only makes in a few more steps, in any case, before the trio catches her, one of them shoving her bodily up against the side of one of the low buildings while another pulls on the metal closure of his pants. Even from your position across the way, you can see his erection clearly enough as he pulls it out, moving to stand behind the woman and slamming his body forward against her unceremoniously. You can see her body rock forward against the wall, and her scream echoes clearly enough in your ears, although you can't quite tell if its nature is one of heated reaction or of pain. It is clear enough, though, that regardless of her condition, the man is unquestionably raping her as his friends help to hold her against the wall, surely intending to join in shortly.

It's not anything you haven't seen before in your travels, of course, but it is the reaction of everyone else around that is truly bizarre. In other towns, you've seen similar things play out, but there's always some sort of reaction - a town guard breaks it up and busts some heads, an angry shopkeeper shows up with a cudgel, frightened residents look on through half-shuttered windows, others gather around to join in the spectacle. In every case, it is different, but if there is anyone else around, there is always some sort of reaction. Everyone else around, though, merely walks by, most without even a glance in the direction of what is happening. You suddenly start to wonder just what sort of society this really is, where something like that happening doesn't even conjure up the slightest reaction either way.

In fact, as you look more closely, you realize that there is another strange thing about wherever you are - aside from the red-furred woman, still being molested as the trio take turns with her, nearly everyone else you see walking around are men. In fact, for that matter, the only other woman you manage to spot is another, naked and red-furred, crouched between two of the buildings and looking on at the plight of the other one nervously. As you look over, though, her head quickly turns, and suddenly her gaze meets yours. Suddenly, as she notices you, her face takes on a surprised, almost stunned look, and she just stares, like she can't quite believe what she is seeing. True, you're not dressed like them, but you don't look that different, do you? After a moment, though, she breaks your gaze, darting quickly down an alley between the buildings.

You realize, then, that she is not the only person to have spotted you. Several of the men walking around are now glancing over in your direction, looking puzzled, and a few are actually stopping, or deviating from their plodding, predictable paths and walking quickly over in your direction.

You hesitate for a moment, trying to decide what to do. No one at all seems to be coming to the aid of the woman across the way from you, but the dangers of intervening are still very real. Perhaps it is smarter to follow the lead of the other one and dart down that same maze of alleyways, which might contain a safe place to hide at least momentarily and figure out what is going on. Or, you could try to conceal yourself again in the bushes, staying to the environment you know, although the small square of not-quite forest doesn't provide much space in which to hide...

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You try to duck back down into the bushes, but by that time the men have already just about closed the distance between you, and you can see their feet next to the bushes, feel the foliage rustling beneath their hands as they reach in and try to find you. You glance behind you, but the bushes empty out into a large open area - dart out that way, and you will be completely exposed, with men able to filter in from all sides. Confronting them somehow seems inevitable, and it is probably better to do so within at least some cover, so you pop back out of the foliage to stand in front of them. The bushes still cover you a little past your waist, though, providing some sort of concealment - especially for your hand, which holds the knife just below the level of the foliage, ready for action.

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SECTION=wolfgang {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past the cottage|ttl2))} You leave the path, wandering around through the sparsely-spaced trees and looking around for something interesting to hunt. You consider unslinging your bow, but you can already feel a bit of adrenaline from considering a hunt, and you realize that you'd rather try to pounce on something up close and personal. Shifting the knife on your belt into a position where you can draw it quickly, you feel your body naturally crouch down, your legs tensed as you begin to prowl slowly between the trees, your eyes scanning across the various small clearings in search of unsuspecting prey. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any obvious prey around. You push further into the area, taking a moment to stalk a couple of birds pecking at something on the ground, but they give up on their task and fly away on their own accord before you can even get close. Feeling slightly discouraged, you continue onward, as the trees begin to get more closely-spaced and cluttered with underbrush. You get caught up in a bit of it, snarling and hacking at the foliage with your knife, but as you break through one of your feet catches on a protruding root and sends you tumbling forward. Your knife tumbles away as you throw your hands out in front of you to prevent a complete faceplant, but the motion is slightly late - you end up on your elbows, your legs flopped out straight behind you, not quite prone atop a patch of grass in another small clearing. You cough for a moment, trying to regain your breath from the sudden impact with the ground. Next, you look around the ground nearby for your knife, seeing it laying off to the side. You reach out for it, but before your hand can touch the hilt, a boot comes down and steps firmly on the flat of the blade. You look up into the face of a canine man, with features similar to that of a wolf, his muzzle twisted into a nasty grin. He is naked from the waist up, but judging by the rest of his clothes, he appears to be from a village not all that far away across the forest - one which your village has had conflicts with from time to time. He doesn't seem to be a soldier, though, or a brigand - judging by the type of bow strung across his back, he's probably a hunter like yourself. Of course, given the look on his face and the position you're currently in, his particular position doesn't matter, and you realize that you might be in considerable trouble. This impression is confirmed when several other pairs of footsteps sound nearby, and four other similarly-dressed wolves approach. "Well, isn't this interesting," the wolf standing above you growls. "A little kitty cat has stumbled into one of our hunting grounds. Oh yes, we're going to have plenty of fun with you. Try and run if you like, or fight, but we've got you, and the things we're going to do with-" One of the other wolves has wandered up during the other's somewhat hackneyed attempt at a threatening monologue, and unexpectedly flashes out a hand and gives the talking wolf a smack across his muzzle. "Why are you such a fool all the time?" The new wolf snarls, baring his teeth. "Don't you remember what happened the last time? The last thing we want to do is give those cat-eyes another excuse to raid the village in retaliation! You moron, it was your own brother who started this nonsense the last time, and you remember what they did to him, right? I'm not letting someone else get their entrails splashed on the ground because you couldn't keep yourself under control, so back off and let me think. Plus, we do that, one of those nosy "official" patrols shows up, she starts screaming about us attacking her, and who knows what kind of a mess gets stirred up." The other wolf turns back towards you. "You are in our hunting grounds, though. We'd be in our rights to kick you out at least, or take anything you've caught, but you don't look like you've had any more success than we have..." The wolf pauses, sniffing at the air, and you quickly realize what scent he's picked up when he begins to grin too. "Rai'ar, you really are an idiot. You can't even use your nose properly?" "Huh? What do you mean? I don't need to smell anything, I can see her right-" "Yes, yes, I know that, but it's not being able to smell that she's there, but being able to know what's going on with her scent." "I still don't-" "You have been hunting before, haven't you? I know it doesn't smell quite the same as with our bitches, but you'd have to have been raised in a cave not to notice that the cat-bitch in front of us is in heat." He pauses to sniff again. "Reasonably well into heat, in fact. And you know what that means, right?" "That she's a bitch in heat?" "Do I seriously need to smack you again? No, you fool, it means that your pathetic ideas about forcing her are completely pointless. Think about it: she's a bitch in heat, and sooner or later, she's gonna need what we've got. We don't need to threaten her, or force her, or take any risks - all we have to do be around her for a while, and it won't be long before she's begging us to mount her!" He looks back down at you, a triumphant smile on his face, and you can feel your ears dipping lower. He's found you out, and you know that he isn't wrong - despite the initial sense of threat, your eyes are already drifting away from their sharp-toothed muzzles and down across their furry chests, which, given that they are all hunters, are quite well-defined. They seem to be under control enough in the presence of what is probably their alpha wolf, but you know that they will have no trouble keeping pace with you if you try to run, and eventually their persistence will pay off as their presence overwhelms your body with desire. You know now how the next stage of your heat will almost inevitably play out, and while you are still wary about how your new companions might treat you given the rivalry between your villages, you know that at the very least, they won't leave you stuck with a litter at the end of it. The alpha wolf stretches out a hand, helping you to your feet, and he at least seems relatively gracious, although you can't help but see the bulge pushing steadily out and up toward the top of his leather pants. Your eyes fixate on the sight for a moment, imagining what it would look like, how it would feel poking in through your folds and filling you up, how comfortable it would be... you shake off the thoughts, but your pussy throbs momentarily at the notion, and you can already feel a trickle of moisture dripping down to run between your pussy lips. Nevertheless, you try to keep your composure as the wolf begins to speak. His proposal is simple: join them for their hunt, and they'll share their at least some of their spoils with you and then return you to your territory. Of course, the other conditions are left unspoken: with five of them to one of you, you know there's no way they'll leave you alone even if you refuse their proposal, and all of you are well aware that nature will soon take over, and when it does you know that they will all eagerly have their turn with you. Of course, given that you are used to feline mating, such a fate hardly seems problematic, or even all that unusual. Despite a hint of nervousness, you force a smile and accept his offer, your pussy tingling and the warmth of heat spreading as your body anticipates what is soon to come - your mind, however, is contemplating whether there are any reasonable plans for escape. While the chances are slim, and the consequences if you fail are not particularly problematic, you are still nervous about some of their apparent antagonism, and decide that having an alternate plan just in case is probably prudent. The alpha wolf walks a short distance away and calls the other wolves over. They huddle for a moment, conversing in whispers, before stepping back and gesturing for you to join them. The one called Rai'ar, you notice, has tucked your knife into his belt alongside his own, although no one has suggested that you surrender your bow - you realize that they probably figure they'll be close enough to you that they could quickly overwhelm you if you tried to take them on. That is, you realize, exactly what they intend to do: as they move forward on their hunt, they fan out into a fairly tight formation that puts them on the points of a star, with you directly in the center. This means that as the group begins to move forward through the trees, your gaze ends up playing across three sets of broad shoulders and rippling back muscles, not to mention three sets of nice buns in reasonably tight leather pants. In back of you, you can practically feel two other sets of eyes giving your body a similar treatment, and you know full well that your leather bikini bottoms don't exactly leave much to the imagination. You know that there's a part of you that admires the attention, even from a man of a different species, although at the same time you can't help but feel a little miffed that you've been all but captured by these men, the question of who you will end up mating with first this heat decided for you. That, and you're still more than a little concerned about the one named Rai'ar, who seems to have a problem with you - probably something to do with the brother he lost when someone attacked his village, but given that your own village has been largely peaceful for years, he's probably confused you with a member of one of the other feline villages in the vicinity. As filled with conflicting thoughts as your mind is, though, there is a part of you that is already itching to shove all of that conscious thought aside, trying to shunt it away in favor of images, emotions, and actions. You soon find yourself spending much more time looking at the backsides of the wolves in front of you, feeling the tingling itch of heat building quickly between your legs, and considering how easy and comfortable it would be to shed your bikini and panties and settle into a nice mounting position right there on the soft loam of the forest floor. Somehow, you continue to walk ahead, and while your continued arousal means that you need to walk carefully and not particularly stealthily, at least your arousal isn't immediately broadcast. While the wolves around you appear to be scanning the area carefully for game, on occasion even drawing their bows and nocking an arrow to point at a nearby sound, all of you are well aware of the true nature of the hunt: you are, essentially, the prey, and the wolves around you are simply going through the motions, waiting for the quickly approaching point when your hormones overwhelm you and you willingly succumb to their attentions. Already, the wolves in front are beginning to look back expectantly. They soon begin to pause more and more frequently, ostensibly in order to observe easily spooked game, but more often than not you notice them turning around to look you over instead. When they do turn around, you notice that their erections are clearly visible, pink tips poking just above their waistbands and already glistening with drops of canine precum. As their arousal increases, their scents grow more potent, and the strong male smells, despite being from a different species, are quickly stoking your own arousal and making it harder to concentrate on the situation - whatever slight plans you might have had to find an escape from this situation are quickly fleeing from your mind, along with the desire to escape itself. Your conscious mind is further distracted by the fact that the wolves behind you are drifting closer, and every time one comes close a hand seems to brush against you: along your back, across your hip, sliding down your thigh, giving your butt a gentle squeeze through your leather bikini. Each touch serves to raise your arousal just a bit more, making your body just a bit more sensitive, which means that each subsequent touch feels better and better, driving your thoughts away with the increasingly pleasurable sensations. As their teasing continues, you become intensely aware of the tight fabric of your panties pressing tighter and tighter against your swollen mound, the slight shift of the fabric with every step quickly becoming almost unbearably stimulating. You can feel the fabric beginning to soak through as your strides become even more careful and irregular, each step threatening to send a throb of pleasure coursing through your abdomen. One of them soon does, and you take a stumbling step forward, your tail thrashing about to balance yourself as your hips thrust on their own and your thighs press together instinctively, your ankles rolling inward as you wait for the sensation to pass. In a moment you recover, but you know for sure that the duo behind you got a good glimpse of what happened, and that they're probably well aware of what it means... You continue onward, trying to struggle through and form a plan even as your thoughts become harder and harder to string together, the occasional touches now sending shivers of sparks coursing up your spine, each one adding to the warmth in your belly and the tingling need between your legs, your mound so sensitive that you can barely make it a half-dozen wobbly steps between each throb of your pussy and thrust of your hips. You know the heat is overwhelming you, but even as it does, you feel a wave of energetic happiness as your body takes over, washing away your lingering anxieties in a torrent of pent-up lust. The next time the feeling between your legs overwhelms you, you let out a delighted, erotic moan, letting the feeling flow through you. When one of the men behind you reaches out to give you another teasing touch to determine your state, you purr happily and lean over in the direction of the touch, snuggling up against his side. He seems momentarily startled by your actions, but quickly grabs you around the waist and pulls you against him, his erection poking firmly against your butt as you revel in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You snuggle up against him, your hips already thrusting up against him as your body tries to align the poking tip with your sensitive mound, purring contentedly as your body gives in fully to its desires. Glancing up for a moment, you recognize the wolf holding you as the one called Rai'ar, but you don't feel even the slightest twinge of fear as your desire overtakes you. In fact, you hardly feel perturbed at all when you feel his foot tuck in front of your and trip you up, sending you sprawling onto a spread of pine needles on the forest floor with him on top of you. You quickly recover onto all fours, and as he rolls off you, your back arches and your hips jut out naturally as your body assumes its instinctual mounting position. You thrust your ass in the air, moaning plaintively, a sound which seems to elicit an odd whistling sound from Rai'ar. "Huh, you really are a heated bitch, ain't'cha? Well, it's time to give you exactly what you deserve!" You can hear the snarl in his voice, but you hardly care; your body is ready, and it's already miffed that he's still talking rather than doing something more interesting. He doesn't talk for long, though, as a pair of hands grab at the waist of your bikini and panties underneath, pulling them off your hips before you hear the fabric tearing under the impact of claws and trailing across your thighs as they pull away. His hands quickly return to your hips, his claws extended just enough to press in against your hips intriguingly, although not deep enough to draw blood - at least not yet. You shiver at the touch, though, your pussy quivering even as his tip shoves up hard between your pussy lips, jabbing intensely at your clit before the pressure and the natural shape of your ridges guides him downward, pressing warmly against your flesh before stretching your lips apart and jabbing in all the way down to his still-forming knot. A distant part of you realizes that he probably meant for the first thrust to be savage and painful, punishing you while establishing his dominance, but his sudden thrust has quite a different effect. Given your heated state, your pussy is more than ready for him, your passage stretching comfortably to receive his cock and your copious, panty-drenching lubrication allowing him to slide in with out any resistance or discomfort. On the contrary, his reverberating thrust against your clit combine with the sensation of his warmth and the gentle friction against your sensitive pussy lips and insides serve to easily drive you over the edge, your pent-up arousal releasing early as you shudder and moan through a quick, intense orgasm, your pussy squeezing and pulsing around his warm cock even as you feel it twitching back from the attention. Rai'ar, for his part, lets out an aroused, lilting whimper, his claws pulling back and his hands unclenching as his whole demeanor seems to shift, his own instincts taking over as he leans down over you. Unexpectedly, he pulls his body in close, his thighs pressing up intently against your before his hips begin to rapidly rock, thrusting in and out of you in the rapid, intense motions of canine mating. You feel your body rocking forward rapidly in response to the new motions, even as his upper body nuzzles against you with an unusual gentleness, his breath warm against your ear. You come down from the orgasm, your back arching further and your hips rocking back as you get into the new motion, the feeling of being mated in this fashion less intense but still quite pleasant. The cock thrusting inside you is smooth, without the spines of a feline cock to provide additional heat-quenching stimulation, but the quick pace is enjoyable, the wolf's somewhat thicker cock tugging alluringly at your pussy lips as they stretch around it, and each backstroke pulls them back enough that the hood at their very top tugs gently down against your clit and slides tantalizingly back as he pushes back in, the rapid back-to-back sensations almost causing you to bite at your lip as your body quivers against him, sparks dancing through every part of you as your body tenses for another quickly-building orgasm. Rai'ar, despite his earlier anger, seems completely changed as he gets into it wholeheartedly, seeming overwhelmed by the sensations as his almost feminine moans and whimpers sound in your ear, in between mumbled words that you quickly make out as awkwardly phrased proclamations of his sudden undying love for you. The unexpected transition is oddly comforting, and you are happy to purr in response, although the purring quickly climbs the register as it transforms into a set of staccato, sputtering moans that sound out in time with each thrust, your body soon shuddering through one orgasm, and then another. Even as your pussy still throbs against him, you can feel him thrusting quicker and harder, your pussy lips starting to stretch uncomfortably as his thick knot pushes against them, trying to spread them around its girth. Even as you can feel them starting to stretch, though, a voice rings out above you. "Rai'ar, you'd better not knot her out here. These woods aren't the safest place ever, and if some beast comes along when the two of you are stuck together, you're gonna be as screwed as she is." "Aww, you gotta be kidding me," Rai'ar whimpers, but you can feel his thrusts slackening in force. It doesn't stop him from moaning against you a few moments later, though, his knot nuzzling against you as his cock shudders inside you, letting out bursts of heat that settle wetly inside you. Even as you ease back, sure that he's going to soon be finished, he somehow continues to come, the warmth seeming to fill you inside, until you can feel it seeping back along your walls around his cock, dripping out around it to trickle down your lips and dribble warmly across your clit below, the unusual sensation flowing across it driving you to another climax. You can hear Rai'ar groan behind you as the last few drops are milked from his spent member, and you can feel a spurt of your combined fluids leak out of your pussy with each contraction. Finally, he pulls back, and you pull your own body into a sort of crouch, your hips still thrusting occasionally as copious amounts of his warm cum pour down between your still-stretched lips and puddle on the ground below. You can hear Rai'ar growling a short distance away. "Aaouwww! Arrgh, I really wanted to knot her..." "Hey," one of the other wolves speaks up nearby. "You know, I don't think the cabin's that far from where we are right now. Why don't we bring her back there? We should be safe enough from most creatures once we're inside, and then we can take as much time as we need..." You can hear the other wolves bark in agreement, and a moment later two of them help you to your feet. You still feel somewhat unsteady, your hips and knees still a bit wobbly as your body recovers from the vigorous humping. You are soon able to walk well enough, though, even as fluids continue to mat your fur as they trickle down your thighs. The wolves occasionally steady you as they guide you through the woods, and as dazed as you are from the emphatic mating, you hardly even notice that your bikini is long gone and that you are naked from the waist down, surely ogled by the wolves walking behind you and only increasing their arousal as you wind your way between tree trunks. Soon, the wood-framed cabin is visible in a small clearing, stone chimney and all, the very image of a small rustic hunting retreat. You don't have much of a chance to examine it, though, as the wolves quickly hustle you up onto the porch and through the cabin's solid wood door, closing it behind you and swinging down a heavy metal bar to secure it. The cabin does indeed appear to be secured against most anything short of a dragon, but at the same time you realize that you are effectively locked inside as well - while you are reasonably fit for a feline woman, the bar looks sufficiently heavy enough that it probably takes the wolves' brute strength to open. The wolves take off the bow and quiver slung over your back, then release you above a wide, low-backed sort of couch, upholstered in some sort of animal hide. After what you've been through so far, you are more than happy to let gravity take its course, plopping yourself down heavily on the sofa, and feeling the soft grain of the leather settle against your butt, and moments later against your still-swollen mound as you sink down against the cushions. Even with the limited relief of a good mating, you still squirm a bit at the intensity of the feeling - your heat is far from over, and you know that while it persists, your sensitivity will only increase until your heat is fully sated. For the moment, the wolves seem to be leaving you alone, placing their bows on a rack that runs along the wall near the entryway while talking amongst themselves. Your keen feline ears can easily pick up their conversation, although it seems to consist mainly of the rest of them razzing Rai'ar over his overly emotional mating cries, especially after his faux-dominance act from before. They also talk about the events of their hunt, and of course about you: you feel somewhat relieved when one of them mentions that they apparently recognize your equipment and list off your correct village, one which they are not in conflict with, and you can see the fur on their necks relax slightly at the news. You realize that instead of worrying about you as a threat, they can now see you much more as you are: a horny, sexy, half-naked catgirl that they get to have as much fun with as they want. This is confirmed as their topic quickly switches to the events of the evening, and they begin to discuss the various ways they want to mate you, and how good it will feel when your pussy is wrapped around their knots... Listening to them talk, you get the impression that while the wolf from before is a little more respected, none of them are really alphas, so much as just a comradely group of lower-ranked hunters. You're glad of that, at least - if they had been soldiers, you're not sure what state you'd be in right now. Of course, if they were soldiers, they'd probably have known immediately that your features and dress didn't match those of the village they were apparently sparring with; all things considered, though, aside from Rai'ar's apparent bluffing hostility, none of them have treated you all that badly. They seem to be pretty much how they look: a quintet of horny male hunters, happy to have come across an equally horny female to provide warmth and entertainment for their evening. Settling back against the couch, you take a moment to asses your situation. It's quite simple, really: You've been "captured," you're locked in a house with five horny wolfmen, and you're naked from the waist down, the sights and scents of your heat on ready display. In just a few moments, said horny wolves are going to finish their conversation and walk over to you, at which point they are most likely going to press you down against the couch, pull your legs apart, and have their way with you, one after another. That this will happen is inevitable: despite their relatively pleasant demeanor, you sincerely doubt at this point they would take no for an answer, and they could easily overcome any token resistance you might put up - plus, in your heated state, you know that as soon as you feel their touch against you, your body will quickly cease to offer any resistance whatsoever. In short, while it hasn't happened quite yet, you know that you are about to be well and truly fucked... and, you quickly realize, completely happy with that outcome. Sure, it's a bit irksome that your choice of mates was made for you, but there was a high likelihood of that anyway once your heat progressed enough. In every other way, though, the encounter is about as ideal as you could hope for: a safe environment away from any dangerous feral creatures, plenty of eager male attention to keep you busy and hopefully sated, and no risk of pregnancy due to their species. You realize that there's absolutely no reason to fight it: the situation is nearly perfect, and your body is completely happy with it, more than ready to put any last concerns aside, and use the energy instead to snuggle and purr against the couch cushions as it prepares itself for another round of mutually enjoyable mating. The decision made, you can feel the last vestiges of fight-or-flight tension leaving your body. Relaxing the tension also serves to inflame your heat, and you feel your hips roll back automatically, grinding your mound against the soft leather and releasing a soft moan from your muzzle in response. Even though there is no fire roaring yet in the expansive fireplace, in your heated state the cabin feels comfortably warm, and the situation begins to feel more and more right, everything seeming more vibrant and pleasant as you let the sensations of heat flow through your body unrestrained. Given that you're already half-naked, and unlikely to be covered up any time soon given the wolves' plans for you, you decide to go the rest of the way, undoing the ties on your top and sliding it off over your head, slightly relieved as its constriction fades away. The bra follows suit, draped over one of the armrests, and you lean over and curl up on the couch with your head resting on the armrest on the opposite side, looking over at the quartet of wolves walking over towards you. As Rai'ar fusses with something in a corner of the cabin, the others stand in front of the couch, looking over your naked form approvingly. Taking a cue from your unclothed state, they all almost simultaneously reach for the ties on their leather pants, and within moments are as naked as you are. They are well-affected by your appearance and heat, and from your position on the couch you are quickly faced with four engorged, fully erect canine cocks, each one enticingly thick, and all of them quickly beginning to dribble precum. The sight and the renewed intensity of their scents sends your heat into overdrive, your mind focusing solely on the throbbing red poles arrayed in front of you, the focus so intent that you don't take even a moment to glance up at their faces to see which cock matches up with any particular wolf. Before you even consciously think about doing something, you find yourself rolling over onto your stomach. Your head nuzzles against the armrest and your breasts rocking against the couch cushions as your ass starts to wiggle its way into the air, your thighs rising with it as your body nudges itself into a modified mounting position. You can feel your back arch tightly, your feline spine flexing comfortably even as you rest forward on your elbows, your shoulders and chest staying low against the cushions. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see one of them walking behind you, and as you feel the couch cushions shift under his weight as he clambers onto the couch, a tingling thrill of anticipation courses down your spine and sparks between your legs. You purr happily at the feeling, your hips humping back a few times as they tilt upwards just a bit more, your butt wiggling enticingly to the wolf behind you even as your moisture begins to drip out and coat your proudly displayed pussy. As his hands reach out to grasp your hips, you feel another thrill run through you as your body anticipates the imminent mating. Your body is suddenly impatient, so much so that you are unable to wait for his first full thrust; the moment you feel the warmth of his tip nudging up against your pussy, your hips buck back forcefully, engulfing his cock and pulling it deep inside you as he moans at the unexpected ease and quickness of penetration. He wastes no time on surprise, though, and quickly gets into the rapid, canine thrusting motion. The feeling is pleasant enough, although not overwhelming - while the initial mating was enough to make you climax mainly from your own pent-up tension, even with the nudging against your clit the sensation only keep you at a high plateau of arousal, without pushing anywhere near the feelings that your body desires to sate your heat. Even so, it still feels good, your body rocking back and forth with his thrusts and the flesh on your butt and thighs reverberating with each impact. This continues for a while, pleasant but not exactly earthshaking, the wolf behind you puffing and panting with his continued exertion. After some time, though, you notice the tempo of his thrusts shifting - the pace slows down a little, but the force increases, with quick strokes out followed by longer strokes in, his body pushing hard against you for a second or two before he pulls back for another go. You soon realize the reason for the shift, as one of the strokes leaves the edge of something very thick pressed up against your already opened pussy lips, trying to coax them a little further. Oddly enough, though, after a couple more attempts he pauses completely, leaning down to say something softly in your ear. "Um... I know this is awkward, but... you can take a knot, right?" Even despite the shameless situation you are currently in, rutting happily on a couch with a canine cock pressed most of the way inside you, you can almost feel yourself blush beneath your fur. After a moment, you give him a quick nod of assent - during your various experimentations in the wild in previous heats, you have taken your fair share of knots, and your resilient feline pussy has somehow eventually found a way to accommodate every one. This one proves to be no different, as the moment you nod he pulls back and slams a battering-ram thrust back into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly and keeping you from squirming forward away from him as his knot keeps up the pressure on your pussy. You can feel your lips pulling taut and objecting to the thick knot trying to pry them open, but after a few more thrusts they become used to the pressure, and you can feel them relaxing and rubbing tautly against the knot, the close contact on your sensitive flesh intensely warm as you can feel your flexible lips stretching further open, bit by bit... Finally, he gives one more thunderously forceful thrust, and you feel an indescribable sensation as your lips seem to stretch beyond any reason, sliding wetly around the knot as it pushes through, your pelvis shifting oddly and almost seems to dislocate as the entire cock plunging deep into your insides. You can feel the tip of his cock engage against something in the innermost part of your passage, pushing into it intriguingly, and you can feel it begin to yield and stretch around him even as the knot pushes outward against your walls. Even as you adjust to the feeling of the knot, you feel him begin to hump up against you, his cock shifting slightly back and forth even as the knot constrains its motion. With each quick humping motion the tip of his cock nuzzles tantalizingly against the thing deep inside you, and the knot constantly presses up against a sensitive area that for a moment almost oddly makes you want to pee, before quickly shifting over to throb with an unusual pleasure as it is stimulated by the overwhelming pressure constantly stretching your inner walls. It only takes a few additional humps for the odd sensations to grow in intensity and quickly overwhelm you, and you can feel something spurt out of you as your walls clamp down and spasm around him, his gasp of surprise at the sensation audible even over your high-pitched moan as the canine cock finally presses deep enough to provide a truly heat-satiating orgasm. Even as your pussy cums happily around him, you can hear him groan and hump forward against you, his cock pulsing warmly and spurting cum deep within you. You can feel some of it sliding back and oozing between his cock and your passage, but most of it spurts into the area stretched open by his tip, and you can feel it convulse as the warmth pushes through it and spills into your belly, slowly but surely saturating your womb. You can feel your belly beginning to bulge from his continued pulses when he finally slows, relaxing comfortably on top of you and pressing your body down into the soft sofa cushions as your bodies stay locked together, your stretched pussy completely filled by the cock that continues to thrum warmly inside you. You revel in the warmth as he hugs you close and gently nuzzles at your neck, enjoying the extended respite from the heat - the deep penetration and intense stretching are apparently enough to convince your heated body that it has been successfully mated, and the continued presence of the cock deep inside you seems to be preventing the heat from surging back, as the deepest itch of heat is being continually scratched by the occasional gentle movement of his cock inside you. You even manage to drift off towards something approaching sleep, taking a cat-nap and awakening only when you feel the sensation of his now-deflated knot pulling out of you. You stretch pleasantly, your muzzle widening in a toothy yawn as you arch your back. Of course, you realize belatedly that a luxurious stretch in your current position could easily be interpreted as assuming the mating position again, and before you can even relax back from the stretch your body rocks forward as a quick, reverberating thrust pushes your body gladly into another frantic bout of canine mating, followed by a less frantic and more forceful canine knotting that your already stretched pussy takes to quite easily. By the time the night is over, your pussy has been thoroughly stretched around the contours of the two remaining cocks, and even Rai'ar has overcome his reticence from earlier; his mating is slower and gentler, his aroused noises above you oddly endearing, and you drift off to sleep on the couch with his cock knotted comfortably inside you and their combined seed settled warmly in your abdomen. Your next several days are spent with them, the majority of your time spent lounging lazily on the couch in one of their arms while being thoroughly knotted, interspersed with the steady rhythm of their mating. A couple of them will go out hunting for a few hours at a time, with the remaining three staying in with you, mating you one after the other until the hunting party returns. The luck of the hunters seems to improve while you're there, or perhaps your presence is spurring them to better performance - either way, they start coming back with regular catches. Being knotted together for as long as you are, you also soon get to talking with whichever wolf is with you at the moment. The first thing you find out is their names, as you should probably know at least that much about the men who have just thoroughly fucked you, although as you are used to feline mating the notion of anonymous partners is not all that unusual. The others are named Af'ris, Oz'zul, and Cas'sa, and the one you initially mistook for the alpha is San'kr. Oddly enough, you can almost literally hear the apostrophes in their names. Bit by bit, you learn more about them: they are all childhood friends, generally raised together in their village, and were assigned to be hunters when they came of age during a brief, peaceful period in their village. Their village apparently regularly feuds with a couple of nearby feline ones, usually over choice hunting grounds or other petty disputes. San'kr and the others, though, were much happier when they were out hunting, as for the most part they weren't interested in the squabbles, with the possible exception of Rai'ar given what had happened. You also learn that it has been several months since the women in their village last went into heat, something that apparently for them happens for all of them at once, and despite the difference in species they are grateful that they are able to spend so much intimate time with you. San'kr even apologizes, a few days in, and begs you not to report their kidnapping to your village or any of the regional patrols, at which point you assure him that as they've treated you decently and given you what you need, the arrangement truthfully is mutually beneficial. When your heat subsides after several days, the wolves are true to their word, guiding you back to the main path towards your village. Rai'ar even gives you his pants to replace your missing bikini, using some leather strips to decently cinch the waist and leg openings so the garment reasonably fits your form. They also return your knife and bow, and San'kr presents you with a heavy satchel full of fresh game for you to take back and preserve. They all thank you individually before you part ways, with Rai'ar even taking a knee, chivalrously grasping your hand, and imploring for you to come find him the next time you are in heat. You return to your village a bit sore from the series of matings your body was not quite designed for, your gait unusually bowlegged as your hips and pelvis slowly shift back into their normal position. The copious amounts of canine jizz in your womb also slowly leaks out over the next several days, leading to quite a number of pairs of soiled panties, and it takes over a month before your pussy tightens back up enough that your pussy lips naturally touch each other on their own. Still, looking back on it, you realize that the experience was almost exactly what you had sought out when you ventured into the forest to resolve your heat, and when the next one rolls around you seriously consider returning to the cabin and taking Rai'ar up on his offer. THE END

SECTION=wizardf {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past orc|ttl4))} "All right then, perhaps if I..." You sit there as the wizard mumbles to himself for a few moments, and then smacks himself on the head. "Oh, of course that won't work - I have to change you back first! Although, it might be interesting if..."

The wizard pulls something out of his pocket, quickly palms it, and then holds his hands against the staff as he waves it in a precise series of gestures. For a moment, you see a flash of sparkling gossamer strands seem to dart from your crotch back into the wand, followed by an oddly relaxing sensation flowing through your body as it subtly reshapes itself back to normal. Your clit rapidly retracts until it disappears between your legs, flashing a moment of sensitivity as the last bit of it rubs against your flesh before settling back in beneath its hood. Soon, everything is restored, and you are relieved to see your breasts back in place to counteract the disconcerting flatness of your chest.

As you get to your feet, your normal sense of balance returned, the wizard reaches out to hand you something. You take it in your hands, and realize that it's actually a small amulet, a ring of dark metal wrapped around a translucent orange stone, with a thin fabric cord looped in to form a simple necklace.

"I think that I was able to draw the spell out of you and put it in there, so if you want to try it again, wear that amulet around your neck and the spell should take effect within minutes. You know, if you ever want to try it again. If you ever do, though, be sure and look me up - I'd be fascinated to find out how it works."

You thank him for the amulet, reaching down to tuck it into your arrow quiver. You're not sure if you're really all that interested in trying it, although you might as well hang onto it, in case you get desperate again.

"Now, for the other thing..." He waves the staff around in a complex pattern, muttering something under his breath in an arcane language. You feel something shift subtly around you, almost like being buffeted by a gust of wind, but after a quick moment the feeling passes. The wizard wraps up his incantantion shortly afterwards, and nods approvingly, although you don't feel really different.

"There! Your heat should definitely be sorted now. And with that, I think it's time to take my leave. Perhaps we'll have some more fun at another time..." He winks at you, then waves his staff in a brisk semicircle, vanishing a moment later in a puff of pink smoke. You realize that the wizard managed to leave without telling you what his incantation actually did, and you hope that whatever it was, it would be at least as pleasant as what you just went through.

You walk along the path as night falls, continuing on as your eyes adapt to give you a abrely acceptable view of the darkness. Nothing comes out of the forest after you- for some reason the creatures of the night are respecting the lines of the well-established path, for now at least, and so you continue to forge ahead, keeping yor eye out for the settlement.

At least, you continue walking along until you feel the first flash of tingling warmth in your belly that signals your heat beginning to reemerge. As soon as you feel it, though, the world glitches oddly around you, and the world brightens as you realise you're suddenly someplace else.

The someplace else, you realize as you glance around, appears to be the interior of an inn somewhere. You immediately see a bed, with linen sheets, and what looks like your quiver, bow, leather bikini and underwear neatly laid out around a nearby end table. You quickly confirm that they are as you glance down to reveal your naked body, and at the same time realize that you can feel your tail curling up against your back. You look behind you, and realize that you're putting on a very nice display to a trio of young, wolfy-looking guys who can't seem to believe their luck. You watch as one of them literally rips off his pants, followed by a black-furred blur that leaves you face down on the bed with the warm, strong arms of the wolf wrapped around you and the weight of him pinning your body down in a way that kicks your instincts into full throttle. You don't even think of fighting, instead letting out a gentle purr as you push your butt back against him, and as easily as that you find yourself being happily fucked by an anonymous wolf, his strong, deep thrusts plowing relentlessly through your orgasm and forcing a second one that leaves you trembling against the sheets as his cum pulses hotly inside you. No sooner is he done than one of his friends shoves him aside and takes his place - the result being that you are only able to fall asleep several hours later, snuggled tightly against three thoroughly sated wolfmen as the combined cum from several dozen matings settles warmly inside you, the excess trickling down along the outside of your thoroughly satisfied pussy.

In the morning, the wolfmen seem slightly embarrassed and puzzled by what happened, finally deciding that you must have been a "tavern wench" and giving you several pieces of gold for your troubles. You tuck it away in a pouch, get dressed, and head into the town, realizing it is apparently the settlement that was advertised earlier. Satisfied for now, you decide that it's probably more prudent to explore closer to home, so you set out again down the path.

As soon as your heat returns, though, the world swirls around you again, leaving you naked and in a prime presenting position in the middle of a forest grove, to the delight of a small pack of hunting foxmen. You quickly find yourself writhing and moaning under them, and after several rounds of taking each of them in turn, you feel once again sated. Although they haven't yet caught anything, you find yourself with extra arrows in your quiver and a hunting bow that was more finely crafted than your previous one. The forest grove is on a different path, though, so it takes a moment to find your bearings and once again set out for home - that is, of course, until your heat asserts itself again, and you find yourself somewhere different.

As the days wear on, your heat causes you to teleport all around the entire region, from hunting parties to beer halls to private houses to makeshift hide hunting tents. The wizard, oddly enough, is true to his word - you don't have to worry about your heat at all, as every time it asserts itself at all, you are instantly teleported to a location with ample men to satiate your lust.

Of course, the spell never specified what sort of men were required, beyond apparently a "no monsters, demons, or icky stuff like that" clause. Eventually, you find yourself teleported into a room full of catboys, perhaps a year or so past the threshold of adulthood, pausing their sparring on some sort of training floor. Realizing what it would mean to mate with them, for a moment you try to turn tail and run, but the intensity of their virile scents leave your naked pussy instantly throbbing and your knees weak. As a result, you are barely able to offer the slightest token resistance as the nearest one throws off his loincloth and pounces you to the ground, and even that resistance evaporates as the warmth of his cock nestling against your pussy lips causes your hesitation to melt away as effortlessly and pleasantly as your pussy yields to his first thrust. Soon, you are yowling in aroused agony against his spines, their stinging rakes quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure, your body coming easily against his pounding embrace as your heat is satisfied in the most reliable and pleasurable way. The sparring session quickly turns into an impromptu "meeting house" as the students take advantage of your heated state, and when the last catboy rolls off your sated body, you can hear other yowls emanating from writhing piles of cats elsewhere in the room - apparently, a few of the local women wandered by and were close enough to heat that they decided to join in.

As you leave their village, you do so with a slightly heavy heart, knowing what their mating has caused within your fertile body. There is little time to dwell on it, though, as you are soon teleported once again, to a thoroughly expected result.

What it does mean, though, is that there is no reason to fear mating with anyone else, regardless of species, and for the next few days you cum happily around spines, knots, and several other configurations both mundane and exotic. As you relax into an anonymous couch in front of a fireplace, another load trickling down from your well-exercised pussy, you can finally feel the heat truly ebbing away. You realize, though, that you can't think of a heat that has left you as satisfied as the one you have just gone through. As you feel your eyelids begin to droop, the world shifts arond you once more, the final teleport of your heat depositing you into your own familiar bed.

As you recover and get back to your normal life, you begin to go through the things you picked up during your teleportation adventure. You realize that you've managed to end up with things that are just about completely different than what you started out with. Instead of one quiver of arrows, you now have three, all with handcrafted tips and premium fletching. Your undergarments are brightly-colored silk rather than drab fabric, with several more pairs in a separate pouch, and your hunting clothes are now a proper full set, with pants and tunic made of the supplest, most flexible leather, and proper limb guards reinforced with lightweight metal. In addition to all of that, your coin pouch is full to overflowing, mostly with high-value gold that will see you easily through your impending pregnancy and probably some years beyond without having to hunt at all. Apparently, a week of spontaneous prostitution throughout perhaps the entire kingdom has rather impressive rewards. Sorting through them, though, also leads you to come across the amulet the wizard gave you... although you're not quite brave enough to try it out at the moment.

Of course, the reward you weren't exactly planning on is already a subtle warmth in your belly, a feeling that quickly verified your pregnancy, although it will still be some weeks before you feel the first kick. At least, though, it will give you a good deal of time before your next heat - when you'll get to discover whether the wizard's spell is still in effect, and if so, just how many frenzied, instantaneous matings it will manage to put you through the next time. Then again, though, add in the wizard's amulet to the mix, and things could get very interesting indeed...

THE END

SECTION=wizardr {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past orc|ttl4))} After considering for a moment, and given the wizard's track record so far of being able to complete his spells successfully, you speak up to let him know that the experience was, in fact, good for you both, and that once he restores you to normal, that his end of the bargain will be fulfilled.

The wizard looks at you a bit oddly. "Are you sure? I mean, it's no trouble, and I always love trying to come up with new, experimental spells..."

You wince at that, wondering just how experimental his earlier spells had been, and confirm that you are more than happy with his services and don't wish to trouble him any further.

"All right, well..." he pauses for a moment. "I'd almost ask if you wouldn't mind staying that way for a while, but I have to say, that almost-penis isn't quite doing it for me when I look at it properly, and all that other distracting, weird-looking stuff nearby... er, that is, unless you really want to..."

You look down again, and realize that, now that you're satiated, the extended almost-penis between your legs is starting to kind of freak you out. It was fun, in the moment, but your reshaped body feels uncomfortable and strange, and you realize that adapting to it could be dangerous out here in the middle of the forest. You agree with him that it's probably better to go back to normal.

"Hmm, a bit of a shame, but I suppose that makes sense. Although..."

The wizard pulls something out of his pocket, quickly palms it, and then holds his hands against the staff as he waves it in a precise series of gestures. For a moment, you see a flash of sparkling gossamer strands seem to dart from your crotch back into the wand, followed by an oddly relaxing sensation flowing through your body as it subtly reshapes itself back to normal. Your clit rapidly retracts until it disappears between your legs, flashing a moment of sensitivity as the last bit of it rubs against your flesh before settling back in beneath its hood. Soon, everything is restored, and you are relieved to see your breasts back in place to counteract the disconcerting flatness of your chest.

As you get to your feet, your normal sense of balance returned, the wizard reaches out to hand you something. You take it in your hands, and realize that it's actually a small amulet, a ring of dark metal wrapped around a translucent orange stone, with a thin fabric cord looped in to form a simple necklace.

"I think that I was able to draw the spell out of you and put it in there, so if you want to try it again, wear that amulet around your neck and the spell should take effect within minutes." He points to a small scrap of parchment that's also wrapped around the cord. "Oh, um, if you do decide to try it again, read the spell on there to get my attention if you'd like to have another go sometime."

The wizard stands at attention, waving his staff around in a broad circle. "And with that, then, I'm off. Have a wonderful day, sir! I mean ma'am, I mean, I have no idea what I..." His words trail off as a plume of pink smoke envelops him, rapidly dissipating to leave you alone on the forest path.

You retrieve your undergarments and leatherwear, which by now has dried sufficiently for you to wear comfortably again. Clothed and equipped again, your heat sated for what should be a decent duration, you set off down the path as the sun dips below the horizon. Darkness in the forest is never fun, exactly, but without the weight of heat on your mind, you are confident enough that you can handle yourself against whatever might dare to venture out onto a well-established path. Plus, there should be a settlement ahead, where you can bed down for the night, probably even for free if you don't mind letting someone take advantage of your heated state. In any case, there's no reason to stick around here, so you continue on down the path as your eyes begin to adjust to the gathering darkness.

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SECTION=nightmare {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past orc|ttl4))} Despite your situation, you somehow manage to shake your head no. Any way you slice it, you just don't trust that the wizard has your best interests at heart.

The wizard looks disappointed. "Ah, well. It could have been fun. The thing is, though, I tend to work on bargains - generally, I only help people out unless there's also something in it for me. Although, I suppose it would be cruel to just leave you here to be ripped apart by who knows what... So, perhaps, we shall come to a bargain after all. Not perhaps the most voluntary one, but in your condition, I think you don't have much other option than to accept what's coming to you."

The wizard waves his hand, and an elaborate staff appears in it with a puff of smoke. Waving the staff in your general direction, the wizard mumbles a series of incantations. For a moment, the air around you seems to vibrate before settling back down.

"There. I've made it so that whatever comes across you at night can't do you any serious harm. What they can do, however, is have their way with you any way they want - and I hear some of them are pretty creative. Oh, but don't worry too much about that. I've also made it so that so that you'll climax on the creature's first thrust, and I imagine you'll be too busy coming around whatever appendage it decides to jam into you to be concerned about whatever else it might have in store for you."

The wizard turns on his heel and takes a few steps down the path before turning his head back momentarily.

"Don't say I never did anything for you. Oh yes, and there's just one more thing: from now on, whenever you're in close proximity to anything with an erect penis, you'll find that your legs just won't work quite right until your body gets a chance to experience it."

"Really," he says, clucking his tongue, "When you're in such a desperate situation, denying a powerful wizard is about the last thing you want to do."

The wizard walks off down the path, chuckling to himself, and leaving you in the same predicament you were in before: impossibly horny, with no good way to satiate yourself, completely at the mercy of the of a forest growing shadowed in quickly ebbing sunlight. The wizard, obviously, doesn't know as much about feline heat as he might claim to, as you know the last part of his incantaction is irrelevant: getting weak-kneed around males with their cocks out is called //being in heat//, and your muscles are so wobbly in desperation that it would be a struggle to even close your legs and pretend at chastity, let alone stand up properly or pull a bow taut. You hope that the first things he said are at least correct - creatures of the night aren't known for their gentleness, but they are also capable of doing far worse things than just mating with you.

If you are going to even attempt to do anything, though, it probably makes sense to do so quickly, before night really falls. You probably can't get that much more desperate than you are right now, but once it gets dark, the night-vision your feline eyes provide is limited to only a few feet in front of you, and along with your limited mobility, could leave you very vulnerable. Out here, by the side of the OH GOD SOMEONE PLEASE FUCK ME path, you are exposed and vulnerable, visible to any creature that might do you harm. If you tried to pull your way into the forest a bit, you might be able to hide in a stand of brush or a NNNH I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE tree with thick lower branches, and perhaps escape notice throughout the night (assuming that whatever's out there has a horrible sense of smell, at least). On the other hand, if you are further in the forest, the chance of being RRGH FUCK FUCK FUCK SEX NOW SEX NOW SEX NOW NOW NOOOOOWWWWWW found or assisted by a passing patrol if some creature really does go at you becomes considerably more remote.

You try to think about it in more detail, but the throbbing itch in your belly, and the desperate need between your legs and flashing across your mind, makes further concentration impossible. You might be able to will your body to drag yourself a short distance, but just laying against the tree and praying for someone to come along and satiate your lust, whatever it might look or sound like, is becoming a steadily more attractive option.

((try to drag yourself into the woods|nightmarish))

((stay where you are, touch yourself maniacally, and hope for the best|woodsman))

SECTION=Get mounted {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Town|Go into town))|((alleyways))} You feel the man come up behind you, and he barely hesitates as he sees the position you are in, crouched low with your head near the ground and your ass in the air, legs slightly spread to present him with your pussy at exactly the right angle. However unusually you might have reactd before, your behavior is now exactly what he expects, and he knows how to proceed. Claws swipe down quickly, tearing at your panties, and you can feel them as they glide through the fur beneath, just above the skin. Two quick swipes and the panties are in tatters; a third tears at the side bands and they tug agonizingly at your crotch before the fabric fails completely and they are ripped away, leaving you squirming. He leans forward, putting his hands on your shoulders to make sure you stay down, and you purr at his touch. A moment later, the tip of his cock traces along the topmost part of your inner thigh before trailing across your folds, quickly finding your inner lips and spreading them apart. Surprisingly, he doesn't shove his way inside, instead pushing in slowly and smoothly, letting you feel every inch as he fills you. As he settles deep inside you, finding that ache and pleasantly rubbing it into oblivion, you feel his hands come off your shoulders and hit the ground on either side of you, supporting most of his weight as he slowly bends his upper body down to settle lightly on top of you, licking your neck to elicit purrs of delight as he gently grinds against you. Suddenly, he pulls out quickly, and the purring quickly becomes a yowl of pain as his spines rake against you, but he hardly pauses before thrusting back inside again, and the feeling of being filled again instantly relaxes you and causes the pain to subside. As he continues, your body's sensations quickly adapt to the mating as they usually do, and the pain from the raking spines quickly turns into pleasure as your body properly interprets the strokes that you know are making you rapidly fertile. You push your hips back up at him, trying to get him to drive into you as deeply as possible, and the thrusts build up in pleasure until you yowl loudly enough to rouse the entire town, your back arching and hips shaking as you writhe in the throes of a powerful orgasm, turning the world a strange, sparkling white as any last vestiges of thought momentarily fade in a sea of pure, liquid ecstacy that seems to stretch on and on. When it finally does fade, the first thing you feel is his tip engaging against something deep inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of warm fluid that seems to quench the remaining ache of heat on contact. He rakes you one final time as he pulls out, the sensation driving you back into orgasm, as your pussy seems to throb endlessly with strong, delighful contractions, each one seeming to relax you further until you practically pass out, enjoying an oddly uncharacteristic catnap as you feel him lift your relaxed form and hold you in his arms, and you purr gently as you snuggle up against his chest. When you fully awaken again, you find yourself on a mat in a brightly-lit room with high windows off the back of a tavern's kitchen. You are completely naked again, and don't seem to mind as the grey-furred man rejoins you. It turns out that he is the owner of the tavern in question, and he, the male members of his staff, and the occasional tavern guest happily indulge your heat over the next several days; as it has by now fully manifested, you eagerly take them up on their offer, scratching up the mat, walls and floor as they mate you to your heart's content. The owner is also an excellent cook, and you enjoy his delicious, meat-heavy cuisine in the few brief breaks when you are temporarily sated and can give thought to something other than mating. He is almost sad to see you leave when your heat is over, but promises to keep you well-supplied with his cooking while you are heavy with his litter. You finally heat home, your heat exhausted, knowing that the next few months will be filled with less hunting and exploring, and more sitting around being bored and waiting for your kittens to arrive. Imagining the pile of tiny, furry faces looking up at you, though, you suddenly realize, oddly enough, that you're just fine with that. THE END

SECTION=airstrike {((Start))|((Kitchen|Get something to eat))|((Head out))|((Forest|forestintro))|((Beaten Path|ttl))|((past hunting ground|ttl3))|((kidnapped by orcs|orcslam))} While the orc's fingers are distracted by your surprisingly flexible pussy, you reach into your inventory and pull out a command radio, which has inexplicably been there the entire time despite the fact that you never picked one up, and in fact live in medeival times where such things don't actually exist. Nonetheless, you pick it up and call in an airstrike. In a matter of moments, an odd cross between a plane and a helicopter, two things that you somehow know what they are despite again living in medieval times, flies over the orc village and rains down a blistering column of hellfire across the main square. Shards of white-hot shrapnel whizz past your head, barely missing you. The orc drops you in the confusion, and you hightail it out of the village, leaving behind the orc's screams of agony as the odd contraption tears the village asunder with its advanced weaponry. You set out around the surrounding countryside, which is for some reason a blasted-out desert with the occasional carcasses of ruined concrete buildings dotting the landscape. According to the computer you realize is mounted to your wrist, you are generally in good health, although you don't have any armor, only an early-game energy pistol that you don't have enough skill points to use properly, and a handful of weird-looking syringe things. You make it about five minutes into the wasteland before you are grabbed and raped repeatedly by strange land-dragon things with massively clawed hands. Then later on, limping from their abuse, you encounter even more bloody orcs, only these ones tend to scream more than they talk, and for some reason are wielding sledgehammers and also rape you repeatedly. Eventually, you are enslaved by a bunch of wierd macho humans wearing bizarre red skirts and talking with a stupid, pompous accent, realizing on balance after the whole strange affair that you are really only slightly better off. On the plus side, though, there is an abundance of slightly irradiated gumdrops, and thanks to their not insignificant amounts of preservatives, they are inexplicably delicious. TEA EMD (Note: for those of you taking this too seriously, this is obviously one of those completely random, non-canon paths that I occasionally put in - scroll back up and choose another option if you want a more in-character continuation of this particular story path.)

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You stand and face the men, extremely wary of your chances if they try to set on you like they did with the other woman, but at least you have a fighting chance - the men seem to have no obvious weapons on them, their clothes seem ill-suited for fighting, and none of them particularly look like warriors. From their stances, in fact, it seems like none of them have even received any rudimentary combat training. In any case, none of them are making any sort of move towards you, just standing there goggling.

"Is... is she real?" one of them says, and while the accent is a strange, oddly clipped on that you can't recall ever hearing before, the language is at least understandable, which seems to indicate that you haven't strayed too perilously far from your home. Still, you certainly can't recall every seeing a place like this in all your explorations.

Another man points to the wrist of the one had you do have visible above the brush. "Look - there's no stripe. Her fur isn't red, either. And that getup, I don't know what's up with it, but she's definitely a woman. I mean... is that the sort of thing true women wear?" He looks up at you, and suddenly seems incredibly nervous for some reason, although you doubt he can see your other concealed weapons, and your bow is still stowed harmlessly across your back. "Er, ma'am..."

"I don't get it," says another. "Since when are actual women out in public like this? Ah, not to say that there's something wrong with it, of course!" He suddenly looks nervous as well. "Women can go, and do, whatever they want, after all. It's just that usually you're not in a... less nice part of town..."

"Are you hurt?" the first one asks, before you can get a word in edgewise. "If someone's tried to do anything to you, you know they'll be taken care of, right?" The man looks between the others. "Um... are you sure it's even safe for us to be around her? I mean, what if just standing here like this is considered intimidating?" He glances across the street, motioning over his shoulder towards the red-furred woman still pinned by one of the men accosting her. Apparently, the gesture is somehow meaning ful, as the men all simultaneously take several steps back, towards the edge of the grey strip and perilously close to the strange things zipping by behind them. As they do so, a few additional men gather next to them, looking at you and pointing quizically. All of them give you a wide berth, though.

"Um, I think we'd better call it in," the second man says, taking something from his pocket. "After all, we can't get in trouble if we just let the officials handle it, and just stick around and make sure she's safe until then, right? Heck, if she is in trouble and we protect her and help get her safely back home, there might even be a reward!" He puts the device up to his head and walks away a few steps, seemingly talking to someone, as the other men move out to surround the group of bushes you're standing in. For a moment, you shrink back a little, tensing for action, but they are true to their word - after moving into position, they all turn their backs to you, standing out towards the rest of the world with their arms crossed in front of them, apparently their idea of warding off trouble despite their lack of training. In response to the formation, a small crowd approaches, but stays back beyond the impromptu cordon, merely looking at you. For whatever reason, perhaps merely due to being female, you have apparently sparked their interest, but their behavior still puzzles you - they seemed to have no compassion for the red-furred woman, walking by uncaring as she was clearly abused, but around you they seem cowed, almost reverential, and you're all but certain that it's due to more than the bow on your back or the knife in your hand.

SECTION=Spoiler Map Welcome to the Beating the Heat spoiler map! If you're looking to find your way down a particular path, here's the place to look! WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD! Seriously, you should play through the story some on your own first before resorting to this page but if you really want to... First, this story only has two absolute rules: No sentient creature can be killed, and there is no anal sex (because I am horrible at writing anal sex scenes and THE MAIN CHARACTER IS A FREAKING CATGIRL IN HEAT THERE IS ONLY ONE HOLE SHE IS GOING TO WANT TO DO IT IN SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS). Okay, so you start off in your house, and just beginning the first day of your heat! Choose to masturbate and you get a little sex scene, otherwise you eat breakfast and decide to stay in or head out. Stay in gets you an immediate ending whereby you have sex with the entire neighborhood, otherwise you head out. Heading out allows you to choose whether to head into the Forest of Mystery (owoooo!) or to head into your own village. The first real spoiler: if you head into the village, you will get mated and impregnated by many different males of your own kind. Period. It is completely inevitable. If you walk into the market square your heat gets found out and you get molested and gangbanged by all the males in the area; take the alleyway, and you get assailed by a lone male, and no matter what you do your heat takes over and you get mated by him, and several other guys in an inn. Head to the meeting house, and you participate in a huge orgy with many other men and women of your kind, giving you a choice of different types of activities followed by a general ending (and an alternate ending depending on which option you chose). Heading out into the woods currently has three main paths: taking the well-traveled path, the less-traveled path, and the animal trail. The well-traveled path first leads you to a cottage, where a wizard offers you a deal to satiate your heat; if you accept, he turns you into a fucktoy for his pet dog. If you decline, you continue onward, and spot a hunting ground off to the side; if you explore here, you will end up getting gangbanged by a group of anthro wolves at a hunting lodge (NEW IN 0.2). If you don't explore it, you continue onwards further still, until you encounter an orc; if you're nice or indiffernt to him, you see a short non-sex scene and continue on; if you're a snot to him, though, he'll kidnap you, rape you when you try to escape, and then drag you to his village to be sold into slavery (NEW IN 0.3). You can try to escape, in which case you'll be claimed by him and get to struggle against him for your freedom in a subterranean maze. If you play with him in the maze, you can break free, escape the orc city, and eventually make your way back to the forest where your home is - just in time to go into heat again! Or you can refuse to play, in which case the orc will get frustrated and sell you off anyway, but with a price to pay for you as well... Or, ignoring all of that, you can let yourself be auctioned off, in which case you become the sex slave of a wealthy orc, with all of the attendant collars, leashes, and fucking (all additional orc stuff is NEW IN 0.3.1). Oh yeah, and if you ignore all that and continue down the path, you'll be overwhelmed by your heat, and be confronted by the wizard from before and given another proposition; agree to it and he'll turn you (kind of) into a guy and suck you off, giving you the "gift" of teleporting in front of horny guys for the remainder of your heat, if you accept it. Refuse, and he'll curse you and leave you to be fucked, by something nasty if you drag yourself back into the woods, or by a fairly nice and naive human woodsman if you stay by the path (NEW in 0.3.4). The less-traveled path leads you to immediately encounter a mouse brigand who tries to rob you and fails miserably. Attempting to kill the mouse makes you feel guilty, and you head back into town where you are consoled by various men at an inn, and then proceed to have heat-inspired sex with them and get impregnated. Choosing any other option gives you a couple of varying sex scenes with the mouse, after which you continue on. From there, you can take the obviously suspicious path, and encounter a tentacle tree; no matter what you do here, you're getting tentacled. This leads to a tentacle-filled ending and a new subending (NEW IN 0.18). The non-suspicious path leads you intio a dense part of the forest - going east leads you to an encounter with a cougar, and backtracking along the path leads to you being overwhelmed by heat and subsequently serviced by a feline hunting party near your village (NEW in 0.3.2). The other paths are available for hosting future content. The animal trail immediately leads to an encounter with a dragon! Surrender to him and you will be mounted, then taken away to his mountain lair to become his sex slave. Run from him, though, and you continue on into the forest. From here, you can take the brighter path, which leads to a cave featuring a portal to the demon realm; go through it and get an ending with lots of demon sex. Or, avoid the cave and continue on to a portion not yet written. If you follow the stream, you will come upon a group of catgirls; stay with them, and enjoy an ending filled with various lesbian sex and double-ended dildoes. Decline, and you can either continue to follow the river, or ford it and investigate a new path. The new path is not yet available. Continue following the streambed, and you will eventually encounter a sylph that gifts you with extreme sexual sensitivity and the ability to come at the drop of a hat, with predictable results (NEW IN 0.2). There is also a subending where you pass this trait on to your offspring and what happens from there... (NEW IN 0.3) If you instead cross the stream, you will eventually find a new path into a cave. The cave tunnel splits off in two directions - follow the one with the faint light, and encounter a wayward band of anthropomorphic dolphins, who will proceed to be incredibly gracious about gang-raping you; or, as you know it, being in heat and being fucked by them (NEW in 0.3.2, with more content in 0.3.3). The other path is available for additional content. Or, if you're too impatient for that, click one of the links below to jump straight to the introduction to your sexy scene of choice! 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