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Double Heat: Part 1

Written and edited by: MountainKitty

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“Oh, Violet!” Rose moaned. Her head writhed and rolled across her pillow. Her back arched in response to the sudden coil of her canine partner’s tongue inside her. Her breath spilled over her chest as she spoke once more. “Oh! You’re incredible tonight, babe.”

Violet’s face appeared from between the cheetah’s legs. She had a hungry gleam in her eyes to accompany her toothy smirk. “Oh, you have no idea.” She growled. The coyote ascended from Rose’s legs, looming over her. Rose bit her lower lip and let her arms stretch north of her head, sprawling across the pillow lazily. She gazed up into Violet’s eyes as she continued.

“I have something special for you tonight, kitten,” Violet promised. Rose wondered what this ‘surprise’ could be. She always loved Violet’s surprises. However, the giddy feline would never guess what Violet really had cooking.

It was a rather…impossible reveal.

Violet got to her knees, spreading her legs to flaunt the new addition to her anatomy. Rose’s gaze fell on Violet’s crotch, then bulged at the sight of it. Between Violet’s legs stood a proud, stiff canine member. Not a strap-on, no. An authentic, in-the-flesh cock. It even came with a set of its own fuzzy balls, too. Its knot throbbed in anticipation, and a bead of precum slid down its hot, red, shiny underside.

A hot breath huffed from Rose’s nose. She swallowed a suddenly forming lump in her throat and felt a swell of excitement rise in her chest, like a pressure bearing down on her. Her heart thundered under that swell, rushing blood to her nether region. The moisture between her legs resurged, and a blush fell over her face so heavy Violet could almost see it under her fur.

“W-where did you get that?” Rose asked timidly. She mustered every ounce of willpower she had not to pounce the coyote and her…beautiful bone.

“I grew it,” Violet stated plainly, as though something like this was common. Violet’s eyes snapped open, and her gaze fell upon the cheetah, like a predator cornering its prey. “How else am I supposed to give you my pups, you dirty little girl?”

“P-pups?” Rose peeped. “Not kittens?”

“No.” Violet replied, “Not kittens…” She leaned forward, placing herself over her girlfriend, stalking her. Her newly acquired member bobbed inches from Rose’s yearning pussy. Violet stared down into Rose’s flustered face, her black hair falling like shrouds around both. Strings of drool dribbled from her snarling maw onto Rose’s cheeks and muzzle. She was like a beast now, dead set on mating her. Rose wasn’t even scared of Violet’s near-feral state. She liked it. She wanted to see what her bestial girlfriend could do. She needed to see what she could do.

“I can smell your heat, spots. I can feel it radiating outward over my cock.” Violet’s member twitched, the thing's weight bringing it down just enough to graze Rose’s labia. The cheetah shuddered and gasped. Such sensation from such a minor touch. She must be in heat. “I’m gonna take you so hard.”

Rose shuddered again. “D-do it, Violet. Fucking take me.”

Violet boosted off the cheetah and splayed Rose’s legs apart. She gripped her cock in one hand, a string of clear, viscous precum leaping from her tip, landing across Rose’s navel. Violet flashed her mate a cheeky smirk, letting her fangs show. Rose smiled back and nibbled a claw, awaiting her lover’s stiff organ and the seed that would sire her children.

“Here we go, spots. Hope you’re ready to be a mommy.” Violet looked down and aimed her tip at Rose’s yearning hole. The coyote thrust forward and slid her new prick inside Rose, spreading Rose’s flower before drilling deep inside her. Rose’s lady parts were wanting and so quickly gave way to Violet’s cock, letting the coyote bury her bone as far in her as she had inches. And boy, did she have the inches.

The instant filling, the sudden feeling of completeness that surged throughout her body from her hips. It felt like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her former boyfriends just couldn’t compare. Violet outdid them by at least three times the size. How they’d envy Violet and her supreme manhood. It had been inside her for but a moment, and already Rose was prepared to open her maw wide and scream its praises like a pastor on the stage before a zealous audience.

Rose’s eyes shot wide open. She sucked in a long breath before raggedly screaming.

“OH! FUCK YES!”

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Rose’s eyes snapped open to her dark room, barely illuminated by the dimmed LED strip pasted behind their headboard.

Her breaths came in heavy and rapid. A pulsing ache gnawed between her legs. She reached down to her pajama shorts and brushed her leathery-padded fingertips against her crotch. They were damp, very damp, damp enough to cling to her fingertips as she pulled away. She removed her hand from under the sheet and turned onto her left side to face Violet.

Violet was still fast asleep, facing away from Rose. Her black hair spilled from her scalp over her pillow. Her ears flickered to the sounds of rustling cloth Rose’s motions made. She could smell the coyote more acutely than usual, the cucumber shampoo she used on her fur in the shower, the berry conditioner she used on her hair, and, of course, her natural musk. Rose closed her eyes and imagined them in the shower together, washing themselves. Violet would violently pin her against the wall of it, pinning her by the neck. Then her free hand would dive below Rose’s waist, and she’d finger the cheetah so hard she’d lift her off the tub floor.

Rose took a deep breath, her throat rumbling with a carnal purr. “Fuck.” She whispered. Her arousal persisted through her passively; everything turned her on, not just Violet’s scent, but the bedsheets on her fur, the clothes against her erogenous zones. She was so horny, and her body refused to relent.

She remembered her dream, where Violet kneeled over her, right where she lay now. The image of her hot, juicy member prodded into her mind like it had penetrated her just before she awoke. Fuck, how she wanted that cock. Rose felt herself growing wetter by the moment.

Rose sat up and gave her head a shake. Violet with a penis. She relished the idea, looking over at her partner, fast asleep after their cozy night together. She wanted Violet, and badly. “Violet?” She murmured, hoping the coyote would stir awake and spontaneously be in the mood to ‘help’ Rose out with her lascivious problem.

Violet didn’t move. The bedsheets continued to rise and fall in a smooth, steady rhythm as she breathed, deep in sleep.

“Violet?” Rose asked again, this time a little louder. Violet shuffled in place, nestling further into her spot. She groaned a little, then mumbled something in her sleep.

“Stop stalling, Saph… Draw your card…”

Rose’s eyebrow knitted. Even sleeping, she dreamed about playing card games with her friend.

“Violet,” Rose whispered, leaning in closer to her ear. Violet’s ears shifted, and the coyote grumbled.

“Hang on, spots… After this game…”

Rose frowned. Blowing off a dream version of your girlfriend for a dream match of your silly card game? Rose couldn’t help but be a little offended.

“Violet!” Rose whispered as loud as she could. Violet’s leg twitched under the covers, and she gave a short and irritated groan. Rose scoffed and laid back down on her side. Her repeated attempts to rouse Violet thus far proved unsuccessful, so she reached out to give her a soft shake. However, guilt stopped her dead in her tracks. It would be selfish to expect the coyote to ‘service’ her in the middle of the night. Rose sighed.

She’d have to take matters into her own paws.

Rose’s right hand squirmed its way into her damp shorts. Her eyes closed, and a relieved breath escaped her open maw to the touch of her nimble fingers and their leathery pads. They traversed their first lap across the crevasse of her soaked lady parts, then back again, grazing the fleshy hood of her clitoris. The sudden spike of pleasure made her gasp, pulling in Violet’s scents. She could taste Violet on her tongue, the artificial aromas of her shampoos, the natural oils already reemerging throughout her pelt. They stoked the flames in her loins faster than she could quell them.

So she began to smother them for good…

Rose sank her fingers deeper into her folds with each stroke. Every time she passed downward, then up again, she’d purr, then gasp or huff when her fingertips reached her shrouded bean. Every inward breath she took carried more of Violet’s scent to her nose and tongue, teasing her senses as much as her fingers teased her sex.

Rose wormed her upper body closer to Violet’s, close enough to plant her nose against the exposed fur of the coyote’s shoulder blades. She was so happy Violet decided to wear a tank top to bed that night. She inhaled Violet’s musk hungrily like the depraved little feline this sudden surge in libido transformed her into.

Her fingers dove deeper, hooking upward and slipping into her aching hole. Her breaths hastened, diffusing in Violet’s fur, bringing in every note of cucumber and berries infused with her canine essence. The ache between her legs intensified, and her fingers plunged even deeper. She had to open her mouth to breathe now, huffing and puffing steamy breaths against her unconscious lover.

She conjured the image of Violet from her dreams. The one with the massive cock and its bulbous knot, shooting pre over her pelt like juices from a turkey baster. Rose let her imagination continue the dream, finishing what her subconscious had started. She pictured Violet over her, thrusting into her with savage abandon. Breeding her, rutting her, fucking her slavering snatch, only stopping to push that monster knot into her, tieing them together until Violet had her due and filled Rose with hot seed.

The cheetah’s hand was a flurry between her legs, her fingers cramming in and out of her vigorously. She added a third finger to the fray, and she wiggled her left arm out from under her to take up the task of massaging a breast under her nightie.

“F-fuck…” She whimpered into Violet’s fur. “F-fuck me, Violet… Make me your bitch. Give me your pups, I n-need it.”

She took another deep breath of Violet’s scent and imagined Violet’s snarling face as she’d cum inside her, shooting her seed deep inside Rose’s waiting womb.

Rose came on her fingers, pulling her hand from her nightshirt to stifle her moans lest she wake her love. She fought with her own body to reduce her orgasmic shaking, dulling it to only a quiver. The blissful sensation of climax bloomed throughout her petite body, and for the first time that night, since she awoke, the flames in her loins had been extinguished.

Rose removed her hand from her muzzle, allowing her soft whimpers to slip free. When her hand slipped free from her shorts, matted with her arousal, she rolled onto her back and let out a final, satisfied sigh. She could finally sleep. Thank god for that…

“Mmmm…” Violet hummed in her sleep. “Mkay… Ready now…”

“Lucky me,” Rose murmured. Her eyes sagged as late-night, post-orgasmic serenity took her slowly but surely back to dreamland.

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“Hey. Hey, spots.”

Rose heard Violet’s voice as a leathery padded hand shook her ankle. Her eyes peeled open, only to be greeted by the light of morning flooding the room from the windows, much to her displeasure. Her eyes drifted to her alarm clock, where the digital display read 8:37 AM.

She and Violet were supposed to be up at eight. Rose figured she must have slept through their alarm. The coyote’s playfully urging voice spoke again.

“Get up, sleepy. We’re going to be late. I’ve already showered and dressed, and here you are, still in bed.”

Rose groaned. The ache between her legs was back, gnawing at her again, demanding she be filled by a proper suitor, and a well-endowed one at that.

“Violet…” Rose grumbled, turning to face her girlfriend. Violet stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing the cheetah with a friendly smirk.

“What’s up, spots? Are you gonna get up, or is the salon not doing anyone's nails and claws today?”

Rose looked Violet up and down, gandering at everything she liked about the coyote’s form. Her softly-toned muscles, her narrow yet feminine hips, her stoic presence, her long shimmering black hair with its subtle purple highlights, and that super kissable muzzle.

The way her grey muscle shirt showed off her middling bosom and hugged her waist. The way her torn jeans showed off her thigh fur and its inner, lighter patterns. The way those jeans wrapped those legs and hips. The way they left a small gap around her crotch that Rose could see straight past her thighs to the wall beyond. Fuck…she wanted her so bad.

“Can you fuck me?” Rose mumbled plainly and without shame. Violet chortled.

“Maybe tonight. We gotta get our butts in gear, or we’re not gonna get to work in time. I have a ten o’clock that needs her hair dyed.”

“Please…” Rose begged, sitting up. “J-just a quick couple of fingers?”

Violet rolled her eyes and turned to head out of the room. “Get dressed, kitten. We can play tonight.”

Rose watched her go, specifically her ass, as it swayed in her tight jeans, swaying along with that beautiful, bushy tail.

“I’ll make breakfast while you get ready. How do you want your eggs? Scrambled?”

Rose bit her lower lip and swallowed a lump in her throat before answering, the urge to mate gradually taking the reins.

“You can s-sure scramble my eggs, gorgeous…” She breathed out, sleaze dripping from her words. Violet stopped and looked over her shoulder with a puzzled look before turning to face the cheetah.

“Are you alright? You seem unabashedly horny this morning.” She rested her hands on her hips, those perfect hips…

“I-“ Rose began. “I dunno. I have this ache…down there. I…I have this need to smother it that won’t simply go away.”

Violet’s eyebrow raised. She was about to suggest the obvious, but Rose quickly came to her own conclusion. They’d both experienced the inexplicable horniness that came once a year since they were teenagers.

“Oh my god,” Rose said, resting a hand on her muzzle. She gazed over the messily tossed duvet cover, most likely thrown about in her restless sleep. She then looked up, and their eyes met. “Violet, I think I’m in season.”

“Oh yeah?” Violet replied. She took a quick sniff of the air, humming as her powerful canine nose picked up her girlfriend’s feline sex. “Yeah…now that you mention it, I can smell you from here. I’ve been smelling you all morning, but I just assumed you were having dirty dreams. That and the general horniness, the ache you feel.” Violet sighed. “Sounds about right to me.”

“I was having dirty dreams,” Rose said. “I barely got any sleep, and the sleep I got was terrible.” Rose grinned and giggled to herself. “I dreamt you had a cock.”

Violet chuckled and flashed Rose a coy smirk. “Oh, did you now? Was I big, at least?”

Rose nodded enthusiastically. Her eyes fluttered over Violet’s body, undressing the coyote’s clothes. “M-Maybe you could throw your strap-on on and make my dirty dream come true?” She asked, her voice wavering with need. Violet sniffed and flashed the cheetah a short smirk.

“I’d love to, but we’re gonna be late if we don’t get ready. And by we, I mean you.” She turned to exit the room. “Do you have any suppressants left over from last year?” She asked, heading out the bedroom door.

Rose had no idea. Seasonal heats only come once a year for most mammals. She couldn’t remember how long she’d been in heat last year, nor how many pills she’d taken. “I don’t know.” She replied, but Violet was already too far off to hear her murmurs. Her head was foggy with fatigue from a lack of sleep and sexual relief.

She groaned and rolled out of bed, stumbling as she took her first steps into her once-a-year female suffering. She hated being in heat. Even with the libido-nullifying over-the-counter pharmaceuticals their modern society took for granted, it still bothered her. The constant ache of instincts denied year after year, the hormonal imbalance sending her moods swinging left and right. Everything about it sucked. Guys were so lucky they didn’t have to go through this every year.

Rose padded into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, her eyes scanning the various bottles before landing on the white one she was looking for. She took it and read the label. ‘Feline female hormonal suppressants,’ it read in brackets after its trade name, ‘TheriQuell-F.’ She shook the bottle, hearing nothing rattle on the inside. That wasn’t a good sign. She unscrewed the child-proof cap and removed the cotton wad from the top, tipping the bottle upside down.

Nothing fell out. “Fuck.” Rose swore. She turned her head to the open door, calling to her girlfriend. “Violet! I’m out of heat pills! We need to pick some up on the way to work!”

“Okay!” Violet called back from the kitchen. Rose’s nose smelled the scent of cooking eggs on the stove, and her ears picked up the sound of a wooden spoon. God, how she wanted Violet to break that spoon over her bare ass.

As if in a trance, Rose lifted the hem of her nightshirt and pulled her boyshorts down her spotted legs, letting them lay where they fell. She wandered out of the room, eyeing her gorgeous canine lover making breakfast at the stove. The feline stalked up behind Violet and gave her a sensual hug from behind, looking around her shoulder at the scrambled eggs cooking in the pan. They smelled delicious, rich with salt, pepper, and dill, just how she liked them. Rose nested against her girlfriend’s back.

“Mmmmmm. Those smell so good.” She murmured. “How about we eat, and you can come scramble my eggs in the bedroom.” Rose barely held off an amorous purr until she’d finished speaking.

Violet chuckled. “Man, I forgot how needy you get during your time of year. Also, you used that line already.” She listened to her kitten purr and continued stirring the eggs. It took some time for Violet to realize the horny cheetah was slowly stroking herself up and down her thigh. Violet dropped the stirring spoon into the pan.

“Hey!” She yelped and shook Rose off of her leg. “You’re going to stain my jeans with your snail trails! I know you’re super horned up right now, but have some decency.” Rose stumbled away like a drunkard, leaning on the kitchen wall for support.

“Awwee, c’mon, Violet. Pleeeease. It aches so muuuuch.” Rose pleaded. She bit her lip and slowly pulled the lower hem of her nightie up, revealing her naked coochie while twirling the fabric up with a finger. “C’mon, just five minutes?”

Violet looked away and let out a defeated growl. She returned to the pan and stirred her eggs several times while turning the stove off. She then plated their food and went to the sink, running her paws under water before shaking them off and wringing them on a hand towel. Rose watched her with hope in her racing heart. She bobbed up and down on her toes, unable to sit still.

Violet turned from the counter and stomped toward the bedroom, taking hold of Rose’s wrist on her way past her, leading the giggling cheetah by the arm.

“Five minutes. That’s it.” She said. Rose giggled again, unable to contain her excitement. “We are definitely stopping by the pharmacy on the way to work because I’m not dealing with this all day.”

Rose just bit her lip as the two entered the bedroom, then chirped joyfully when Violet threw her onto the bed. Violet stood before her, a less-than-pleased look on her face.

“And if we’re late because of this, you have to apologize to Meredith for leaving her locked outside the salon.”

Rose nodded excitedly, her teeth practically chomping down on her lower lip. Her eyes fluttered partially closed as she ogled the coyote crawling over her.

“Deal.” She breathed in agreement, her voice dripping with unrestrained arousal.

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“I cannot believe you are already this horny again,” Violet said, speaking under her breath as she and Rose entered their local supermarket. The Wholesome Foods was where the two did most of their grocery shopping, being on the way home from the salon and having a pharmacy. Neither had much reason for the pharmacy, maybe the odd vitamin supplement here and there or when they ran out of lube and needed an emergency bottle.

Rose followed behind Violet, the coyote leading her by the hand into the store and away from the handsome ram guy she’d had stopped to leer at. She’d stopped in place like she was caught in an inescapable trance, biting her lip while she fidgeted with her paws. The urge to breed took a firm hold of her, distracting her. Violet was just glad most of their clientele at the salon were female.

Rose scoffed as they passed the isles toward the pharmacy section. “Ugh. Sorry,” The cheetah gave her head a quick shake. “I fucking hate this, Violet. I wanna fuck so bad. I can’t help it.”

Violet sighed. “Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. I go through this every year, too. Just keep your voice down. You’re making the name of the store ironic.”

The two trotted up to the counter and waited for the pharmacist to serve them. A tiger, taking inventory, looked up and noticed the two, then put down her tablet and strode over to attend to them.

“Hello there. How can I help you today?” the tiger greeted. Rose wasn’t paying much attention to the pharmacist. She stirred in place, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet, gazing throughout the store and admiring the few handsome males she saw.

“Yeah, my partner here needs a refill of her heat suppressants,” Violet stated, a touch of urgency in her tone. She looked past the tiger momentarily, then started mumbling to herself. “Shit, I should probably get a refill too. I don’t think I have many left from last year.” Violet’s attention turned back to the pharmacist. “Uh, make that my partner and I. One bottle of canine and one of feline? Please?” The corner of the pharmacist’s mouth scrunched up. Violet didn’t like that look. Not at all.

“I’m sorry,” The tiger hadn’t even finished her sentence, and Violet’s ears had already sunk. “We’re all out of those. Cervine too. Many mammals are having their ‘time of the year’ recently. More than we prepared for. Plus, with the supply chain disturbance from the pandemic-“

“So you have none?” Violet asked worriedly, nearly panicking. Despite her absentmindedness, Rose’s ears picked up Violet’s words like catching a leaf in a hurricane. The cheetah turned to the tiger, slamming her paws on the counter and gripping the edge.

“What?!” She exclaimed, her concern far surpassing Violet’s. “What do you mean!?” Her claws scraped against the laminate. “Dude, I can’t take this much longer.” The tiger’s eyes switched back and forth between the two. A broad and sultry grin spread across her face.

“Well….that’s quite unfortunate for you two. Luckily, I have just the thing for you behind the counter here. Just come on in and let me shut the shutters so we’ll have some privacy. Don’t worry, you two girls are in ‘good hands.’

A sensual baseline suddenly began pumping through the grocery store intercoms, replacing the soft pop music. “Oh- ok…” Violet stuttered. The tiger lifted the hinged section of the counter, and Violet led Rose into the back of the pharmacy.

“Now, in order to ‘cure’ you, I’ll need you both to strip down.” The tiger requested, purring heavily. “Don’t worry. Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

The two began taking off each other’s clothes, only pausing to kiss and make out for a little while, their hands exploring each other’s bodies like it was the first time all over again.

“Very good, girls. You’re such good girls for mommy.” The tiger crooned. She ripped her lab coat off with one pull of her strong arms. She appeared to have come prepared for this as she was wearing a complete set of lingerie underneath. A black and red sating teddy, nylon thigh-high stockings, long, red silk gloves. God, she was stunning.

The tiger eased up to them, joining the three in their mid-strip cuddle, wrapping her strong arms around their bodies. Violet and Rose were wearing only their underwear, Violet in her black bra and panties, and Rose in her baby blue boyshorts and sports bra.

The tiger’s hands trailed down their bodies, and the two shivered with delight. Her fingers dug under their garments, burrowing through their slick folds. They broke their embrace to moan, a string of saliva connecting them. “Told you you were in good hands. And now my hands are gonna feel good in you.”

“Yeah,” Rose murmured. “So good. Get them nice and deep…” Violet just moaned in agreement. The tiger lady did what was asked and put the entire length of her thick, predator fingers ‘knuckles deep’ inside them.

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“Is she all right?” The tiger asked. Violet and the pharmacist both stared at Rose with worried looks. Violet’s eyebrow was cocked, puzzled by her girlfriend's zombified demeanor. The cheetah was drooling and staring up at the tiger with glazed-over, dilated eyes.

“Yeah… So good.” She muttered. “Get em’ nice and deep…”

“Uh, I think?” Violet replied, unsure. She gazed over at the tiger for a moment. “You can see why it’s important we get our pills.” She gestured to the cheetah. “Look at her. She’s gone.”

The pharmacist chuckled. “I’ve been in her shoes before. One year, I forgot to take my pills with us on a vacation with my husband. All I’m gonna say is the year after we had a son.”

Violet snorted, then turned back to Rose, giving her a nudge. “Spots, you in there, girl?” Rose came to with a start.

“Huh? Mommy?” Rose murmured, stirring from her stupor.

“Yeah, it’s me, your mutt. You good?”

Rose gave her head a shake. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She shook her head again, growling. “No… I’m not gonna be fine.” She hugged Violet’s arm for comfort. “Violet, how am I supposed to work like this?” She groaned and buried her face in Violet’s fur. Violet looked at the tiger behind the counter.

“Is there another store we can go to?” She asked. The tigress turned away to her computer.

“I can check. I’m sure one of our shops still has some.” Her orange fingers tapped on the keyboard, then her right hand moved the mouse, clicking a few times. She frowned, eyes scanning the screen as her index fingers worked the mouse wheel. Rose was peeking out from Violet’s fur, watching her. God, how she wished she was that mouse and keyboard.

“This is…insane…” The tiger marveled. Violet’s ears sunk a bit lower.

“What does that mean?” the coyote asked.

“We’re out in every store in Seatosky City.”

Violet winced. “What?” She breathed.

“Well, this is just unprecedented,” The tiger continued. “We must be going through one hell of a mating season.” She paused to hum. “That combined with the shortages. Damn. Every pharmacy around must be completely cleaned out.

“Noooooooo.” Rose moaned into Violet’s fur, putting a muffled voice to her anguish.

“I am so glad mine came early this year.” The tiger murmured to herself. “I should stock up for next year if it's this bad.”

“I guess it would have been smart to do,” Violet mentioned. The tigress stirred from her spot, temporarily lost in thought.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. I honestly don’t know why most mammals don’t stock up. Emergencies happen, ya know.”

Violet sighed, looking down at her feline lover. “Yeah, I guess we know now.” The tigress stood up from her stool.

“The next shipment will be in two days. If you'd like, I can put you two down and set some aside.”

Violet’s eyes bulged, and Rose stirred from her spot at Violet’s side, her eyes bulging wider than Violet’s. “What?!” They exclaimed in unison. “Two days?” The Tigress cringed, knowing they wouldn’t like what she had to say next.

“Yeah, two days.” She looked up at the ceiling for a moment in thought. “Today is Friday, so we should have your pills on Sunday. Just make sure to arrive in the morning or early in the afternoon because we close early on Sundays.”

“I have to wait two daaaaays?” Rose groaned. “My heat will nearly be over by then!” She buried her face in Violet’s exposed armpit and hugged her tight. Violet wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.

“Yeah, sorry, hun.” The pharmacist said, empathizing with the poor cheetah. “I can let you know the second they come in.” She tapped her name tag. “Name’s Lacy.”

“Thank you, Lacy,” Violet replied. “You have our numbers on the computer, right?” The Tigress turned back to the computer and searched through the store database.

“You said your name was Violet, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, Violet Pawsley.”

“Birthdate?”

“August twenty-third, nineteen ninety-six,”

The tigress tapped away some more, then momentarily stopped, gazing at the screen. “Yep. Everything checks out. You’re good to go…in a sense.”

“Thank you,” Violet said, stroking Rose’s ears and head fur. “I appreciate it.” Violet pulled out her phone and checked the time. They had twenty minutes to get to the salon, let Meredith in, and prep for their first clients.

“Fuck. We better go. We’ll check some other places after work, just in case.” The coyote took Rose’s hand and guided the lust-addled cheetah out of the pharmacy. Lacy watched the two hurry away with a concerned quirk on her face.

“Good luck, you two…” She sighed. Neither girl heard her as they rushed away, and she knew they wouldn’t, more an empathetic gesture for the young couple than anything else.

In the days to come, she knew they’d need all the luck they could get…

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“No way. He didn’t.” Violet replied, feigning shock as she made conversation with her client. She finished up layering the sable’s dirty blonde hair as she spoke. The coyote always found she didn’t have to say much beyond figuring out what her customers wanted done to their hair or head fur. She just had to seem interested. They’d usually do the rest.

“He totally did. It was crazy. Who even says that?” said the sable, whose name was apparently ‘Wendy,’ by the booking Meredith had scheduled. Once again, Violet kept the conversation going.

“No idea. Seems like a pretty brash thing for a guy to say who’d only just met you.”

“I know, right?!” the sable snorted before continuing. “Normally, I’d have slapped him, but the way he smirked when he said it, you could tell he was just joking around, which made it kinda cute, in a way?” She waved her hand dismissively, lifting the curtain draped over her form and spilling most of the trimmed hair on the floor, which Meredith would later sweep. “You know what I’m talking about, right? Ya’ know? That look some guys give that lets them get away with anything?”

Violet stood up straight momentarily, looking over the sables’s hair. “Uh, not really, to be honest.” The sable giggled, then continued.

“Well, you’d know know if you saw this guy. I swear to god, hottest panda I’ve ever met and just as charming. I swear I'd be all over him if I didn’t already have a boyfriend.”

Violet flashed her a little smirk. “If you say so, hun. I don’t have much experience with guys, to be honest.” The sable gasped and held her paw to her collarbone.

“Oh, hun, I’m shocked. You? You’re simply stunning. I bet you have to beat those boys off with a stick.”

Violet let out a friendly chuckle. “Yeah, well, uh…” Violet didn’t get to finish her sentence, for a pair of furry yellow arms speckled in black spots wrapped themselves around her waist.

“No room for boys. She’s already taken.” Rose’s voice said from her side. The cheetah’s head poked around Violet’s arm. She startled Violet, and the coyote had to lift her scissors so she didn’t accidentally take the sable’s ear off. She carefully lowered her arm around Rose’s form, hugging the frisky feline close.

“Uh, yeah. Rose, here is my girlfriend.” Violet said.

“Yeah, I am.” Rose quipped, adding a sensual flair to her words. “Violet’s all mine.” She paused, looking away from the mirror to Meredith, who was chatting on the phone with a client. “Well, most of the time.” She snickered at her own comment. Violet blushed with a pang of embarrassment.

“Ok, babe. You wanna give us some space? I’m kinda busy here. Don’t you have a couple of mammal’s to attend to?” Violet’s eyes flickered at the reflection of the Rat and Gazelle behind her, sitting in the cushioned leather chairs of Rose’s stations, both staring down at their phones. Rose began emitting a light purr from Violet’s side.

“Oh, they’ll be fine. I just applied some gloss. They’ll be waiting awhile.” She hugged Violet tighter, nestling against her coyote, face rubbing into her muscle shirt. Violet held her scissors away from all three of them and began prying Rose off of her with her free hand.

“Ok, well, I need to finish with Wendy here, so can you please let me work?”

Rose leaned closer to Violet’s ear so she could whisper. “Why don’t you finish off quick with ‘Wendy’ and come finish me off in your office, girl boss?”

Violet pursed her eyebrows and looked to Meredith, who was typing away at her computer. “Uh, Meredith?” She called. “Little help here?” The kangaroo turned on her stool to face the three. She saw Rose clinging to Violet and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, hang on a sec.” She replied. She saved what she was doing, then hopped off her stool onto her large, marsupial feet. Meredith trotted up to Violet’s station and took Rose by her shoulders. “C’mon, let's let Violet do her job. I need some help in the back anyway.” Meredith coaxed Rose free from Violet before craning her muzzle close to Violet’s ear to murmur.

“What kind of ‘help’ are we asking here, Violet?”

Violet sighed, then whispered back. “I dunno, just keep her busy; this is already way too unprofessional.”

“Permission to make this even more unprofessional? To, ya know, keep things professional.”

“Do what you have to, Meredith.” Violet resigned. A cheeky grin spread across Meredith’s muzzle.

“Glady. I’d never get this kinda task at my old job.” The kangaroo peeled away from Violet and Wendy, guiding Rose by the shoulders. “C’mon, you. I need to know what we’re running out of so I can order more.”

Violet watched Meredith march Rose into her office, sighing to herself. What a relief… She just hoped Rose would finally get some relief, too.

“They better not stain my damn office.” She thought, turning back to the sable.

“Well, I see what you mean now, Violet.” Wendy began. Violet couldn’t discern whether that was a good thing or not by the sable's tone. She clenched a little. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a customer ‘less-than-approving’ of her same-sex relationship. She relaxed when the sable flashed her a little smile.

“Who’d have any time for a guy when you have such an adorable little feline in arms reach?”

Violet let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, she’s definitely within arms reach. And quite the handful.”

Wendy giggled. Violet raised her arms as she continued trimming. “I think it’s looking pretty good so far. What do you think?”

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“Slammin’.” Meredith said as she closed the door behind her, her tone sarcastic at best, unenthused at worst. “You’re lucky I’ve been wanting one last crack at you, or I’d be filing a sexual harassment complaint to the Worker’s Rights Commission.”

Rose trotted to Violet’s desk and turned, leaning her rear end against the edge. Its steel frame creaked even under her petite form. She put a finger to her muzzle and nibbled her claw seductively. “You could have just said so, Meredith. You know Violet and I would be happy to oblige.” She paused and added a breathiness to her following words. “I know I would, mommy.”

Meredith frowned. “Like I said before, hun, I don’t fuck my bosses.” A sly grin spread over Rose’s face.

“Then what are we doing here, Meredith?”

Meredith rolled up the sleeves of her baggy dress shirt.

“Keeping my job secure.” She waltzed up to the horny cheetah, gazing sternly down at her. “I don’t have a job if you guys go out of business because you can’t keep your heat-addled paws off your partner while she works.”

Rose barely processed the words being spoken to her. “So…what are you gonna do to me, mommy?” She leaned back and placed her hands behind her on the desk. Meredith just looked at her and sniffed.

“Whatever it takes.” She pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans shorts and set it firmly on the desk next to Rose. “So, that being said…What’ll it take to keep you focused?” Rose flashed her a wickedly sultry grin.

“I think you know,” she replied, hooking her claw on her lower lip before drawing her lip in, nibbling on it instead. Meredith flashed her own cheeky smirk.

“Knuckles deep, yeah?” Meredith asked, already knowing the answer. She raised her hand, showing off her well-earned muscles. She clenched her fingers into a fist, her grip cracking her knuckles. Rose squirmed and giggled in elation, barely containing herself. “I just have one rule for this,” Meredith said.

“W-what is it, Mommy?” Rose asked, her unbearable arousal causing her voice to waver.

“Keep your mouth shut so your customers can’t hear us.”

Rose uttered a shuddering breath. “O-ok, mommy. I’ll try.” She jumped when Meredith’s paw clamped down over her muzzle, the towering kangaroo stepping forward to impose herself over the spotted feline. She was so close now, and Rose quivered as she gazed up into Meredith’s stern eyes.

“No trying. You will.” She commanded. Her other hand unclenched and reached between Rose’s legs, pressing into the warm, humid crook between them.

Rose groaned, her immediate moan trapped in her throat by Meredith’s firm hand over her maw. A few shuddering puffs of her breath escaped her nostrils, having nowhere else to go. “There we go,” Meredith murmured. “Nice and quiet. Such a good girl you are for mommy.”

Meredith’s fingers pressed firmly into the fabric beneath them, feeling the curvature of Rose’s lady parts underneath the fabric. Rose’s muffled jubilations grew louder, and her breath shot out her nose and over Meredith’s arm. The cheetah leaned forward with her hips, taking her rear off the desk so she could rub herself into Meredith’s strong digits. She bucked against each stroke Meredith delivered, always needing more.

“My, my. You really are in heat, ain’tcha?”

Rose nodded fervently, fighting Meredith’s grasp. Meredith’s smirk grew a little wider at Rose’s acknowledgment. She pulled her fingers away from Rose’s crotch and hooked them into the waistband of Rose’s dolphin shorts. With a fluid tug, those shorts came down, taking Rose’s boyshorts with them.

As if Rose’s musk wasn’t strong enough, now it was unrestrained, unfiltered, free to saturate the office air, overpowering the essential oil diffuser Violet used to keep the room smelling fresh. Meredith took a long sniff of the girl’s heat scent. “Damn, girl. You’re down bad. I can practically taste ya’.” She chuffed to herself before adding, “But I won’t be tasting you today. That’s a job for your girlfriend and that flexible tongue of hers.”

With Rose’s shorts stretched between her thighs and out of the way, Meredith’s fingers found their way into the hot, soaking-wet folds between the cheetah’s quivering legs. Rose whimpered while Meredith massaged her, grunting and bucking each time Meredith’s thumb grazed her little bean.

“God, you’re wet. It must be torture having to go without your pills.” Rose tried to nod again, but Meredith’s hold was too tight.

“I wouldn’t know anything about that; my seasons always seem to come when the demand is low. Plus, I keep stock.” She paused to sigh as an extension of her pity. “Which is what you should have done in the winter, little one.” She snorted and added another finger to Rose’s slavering pot. Rose made a muffled moan and rolled her hips. “Anyways… Too late now. But not to worry. I’ll take care of you right and quick.”

Without warning, Meredith slid all three of her middlemost fingers inside Rose’s hole, leaving the outer two to splay her folds open. Rose wailed into her shut snout. Her hips thrashed against the kangaroo’s digits, begging for more.

“You want another, girl?” Meredith asked, her smirk crawling upward into a grin. She relaxed her hold of Rose so the cheetah could answer, which she did without hesitation, nodding fervently. Meredith chuckled.

“Ok,” Meredith replied before slipping her pinky in with the others. A muffled moan resonated within Rose’s throat. Her eyes slipped upward. She tried to speak a single word through Meredith’s smothering fingers, repeating the same one word until Meredith caught on. The kangaroo leaned forward and brought her face closer to the cheetah’s. “If I take my hand away, you better be a good girl for Mommy. Can you do that for me, girl?” Rose gave two weary nods.

“Good girl,” Meredith crooned. She relaxed her grip on Rose’s muzzle. “Here we go, sweetie.” She let her grip slip from Rose’s snout, tensing as Rose took in a breath to fill her lungs, expecting a ragged plea or ecstatic wail, preparing to clamp her mouth shut again. Rose’s breath dwelled in her swollen chest, then she exhaled, a word wisped along as almost a whisper.

“More…” She begged. Her chest heaved again, and once more, she breathed her desperate plea. “More…”

She began panting, each exhale joined with her single request. “More. More. More. More.” Meredith’s face pulled away from the girl. The kangaroo’s roguish, self-satisfied grin was gone, and one eyebrow had risen up her forehead.

“What? Really?” she asked, genuinely stunned by the request. “What? You want me to fist you?” Rose nodded, her panting breaths now without her former pleas. “Is…this something you’ve done before? I only ask because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” Rose croaked. “I’m tougher than I look. Now give it to me.” She added, her tone suggesting she was no longer begging but demanding.

“Uh, okay?” Meredith replied, amused. “I’m a little surprised Violet hasn’t explored this sort of territory with you yet. Guess I’ll be going where no coyote has gone before.” She smirked at Rose. The cheetah returned her cheeky look with a deadpan stare.

“Shut up and fist me already, Meredith,” Rose ordered. Meredith’s lips parted just enough to show a glint of her marsupial chops.

“Oooooh. Bossy little thing you’re becoming. You should be nice to Mommy, or I’ll leave you here needy and empty. Rose took a short breath and shifted her expression, turning her head down but keeping her gaze locked on Meredith’s, giving the kangaroo her best, ‘puppy eyes.’

“Sorry, Mommy.” Rose peeped, the tone of her voice rising in pitch and feigned innocence. Meredith snorted.

“Good girl.” Meredith praised. She grabbed beneath Rose’s ass and lifted her onto the desk. Then her fingers grasped the cheetah’s snout again. “Now, be a good girl and tap me on the hip if you feel discomfort. The last thing we want is a torn cooch.”

The second Meredith felt Rose’s attempt to nod, she went for it. Her thumb slipped over Rose’s slick pussy lips and joined her other four fingers inside Rose’s hole, fitting between them and forcing them to spread apart, stretching the cheetah as wide as she’d ever been before.

Rose groaned into Meredith’s hand. Meredith watched the cheetah’s eyes roll upward, her irises disappearing behind her sunken eyelids. “You’re taking this so well.” Meredith crooned. “Let’s see what happens when I close the gap.” Meredith curled her fingers inside the girl, bringing her fingertips together in her palm, forming a proper fist. Rose’s breath came to and fro from her nostrils, each rapid exhale delivering a mewling grunt. Meredith smiled.

“It’s too bad we have to be quiet. I’d love to hear the sounds you’d make without my paw muting your cries.” Meredith drew her wrist back, allowing Rose to tap out if it was too much for her. None came, so she pressed forward, slowly cramming her balled hand as far as Rose’s body would allow. She repeated the motion, and Rose's muffled, ragged elations made it all too clear to Meredith that the cheetah was getting everything she’d wanted….

….To be adequately filled.

The sensation of every nerve in Rose’s passage being strained tight against the kangaroo’s furry hand drove Rose wild. Her abdominal muscles tensed. Her tail twitched, her legs flexed, and her thigh muscles drew her knees slowly upward until they hung to either side of Meredith. The brawny marsupial stood over her, working the cheetah like she was kneading dough. For Rose, every second was agonizing ecstasy, yet gradually, with each pass of Meredith’s fist, that agony eased off, and the ecstasy filled the void.

The warm electric tingle spreading throughout her body from her abdomen took over her being. She quivered everywhere. The quivers turned to spasms. She was staring down the barrel of a full-body orgasm, which was what Meredith planned to deliver.

Then, it all happened at once. Rose came, and hard, her orgasm crashing into her like an avalanche down a mountain. Rose would have loved to scream out as loud as she could, putting a voice to the mind-breaking ecstasy consuming her in those moments. But Meredith’s hand kept her grip on Rose’s muzzle tight like a vise, a testament to her time at the gym. Rose squealed against Meredith’s hold. A growl rose in her throat, broken every half-second by inward breaths as she hyperventilated.

Could this be it? Could this be the thing that broke her heat? Could Meredith’s fist actually do something only a male of her kind was able to? Would she actually bypass this year’s whole biological ordeal and continue her life as usual, unhindered by an out-of-control, voracious libido?

Her thoughts were more challenging to hold on to with each passing moment. There was a rush in her ears, like the snowy signal from a TV or a waterfall. Her eyes clamped shut even tighter, and she fought Meredith’s grip as hard as possible. She felt like she was falling away from everything. The room, the salon, the world itself. It was like she was tumbling down a never-ending pit of orgasm.

And then, the world was gone…

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“Rose?” Rose heard Meredith ask, the kangaroo’s voice coming in fuzzy at first as Rose regained consciousness. “Are you still with me?” Rose’s eyes slowly peeled open. The light in the office was bright, and the room was blurry as her sight adjusted. “You good, girl?” Meredith asked again.

“Mhm.” Rose murmured. She noticed the kangaroo’s hand was absent from her snout, yet her other hand still lingered inside her. She allowed her eyes to focus, then worked up the strength to form a proper sentence. “Wha- what happened?” Meredith sniffed.

“You blacked out, hun, or, at least, I think you did. Did the whole ride get a little too intense for you?”

“Y-yeah…” Rose replied, her voice lethargic and mousy. Meredith sucked her teeth.

“Huh, Yeah, I figured. So I stopped and let you come back down to earth.” She gazed down at the wrist protruding from between Rose’s legs. “You were, uh, clenching me pretty hard, so I couldn’t exactly remove myself. Didn’t wanna hurt you.”

“Thanks…” Rose began. “Not just for caring for me when I’m vulnerable, but for….” She let her head roll back. “The ride… Like, oh my god.”

Meredith chuckled. “No problem, sweetheart. Did you cum good for Mommy? Sounded like it.”

“Yeah, I did. It was crazy. I…I’ve never blacked out during sex before. It was kinda…wild.” Meredith chuffed.

“Well, you’re the wildest cheetah I’ve ever met. You took this hand like a champ.” Meredith pointed downward with her eyes, down between Rose’s legs. “Can I, uh, get my hand back now?”

“Oh!” Rose chirped. She put her hand to her snout and giggled, “Yes, of course. Um, here. Let me just relax a little.”

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“Alright, so that’ll be…” Violet began, gazing at her screen. Her eyes searched for the total result in her invoicing program. “Fifty-eight, thirty-eight.” Wendy the sable reached into her purse.

“Put it on credit, my dear.” She replied, taking her wallet from her purse and snapping it open.

“Absolutely,” Violet said, offering her the machine. Wendy took it and tapped her card on the screen.

The door to Violet’s office opened, making the coyote’s ears twitch and pivot toward it. Wendy returned the machine to Violet, and Violet took it while turning her head. Meredith emerged from the doorway and headed for the bathroom. Her eyes glanced at Wendy and Violet, and she grimaced before hiding her right hand from their view. Violet’s glance caught Meredith’s hand just before the kangaroo could conceal it.

The fur of Meredith’s paw was damp and matted…the whole paw…even past her wrist! What the fuck had she done?! When Rose appeared at the office doorway, Violet’s gaze returned to the door. Rose leaned on the frame for support, a dreamy smile and droopy eyelids on her face. Rose and Violet glanced over each other for a moment. Violet’s mouth began to gape, but her attention was drawn back to Wendy when the sable spoke to her again.

“Thank you so much, dear. These curls are absolutely fabulous.” Violet’s head turned back around to the sable.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” She replied. “I’m glad you like it. We accept nothing less than the best here.”

“Well, I’d have to agree with you,” Wendy replied. Violet gazed past her when a handsome snow leopard appeared at the door. Violet watched him grab the handle through the pane of glass, and then her ears twitched and swiveled again as he pulled it open, exposing the store to the sounds of the busy street outside. Wendy turned, then crooned when she saw him.

“Hey, babe.” He said, pulling up close to Wendy. Violet presumed this was the boyfriend Wendy spoke of earlier.

“Hey!” She replied. “You came just in time!” Rose observed the leopard from the office door. Her ears twitched at her choice of words.

“Yeah, I’d sure make him ‘come in time.’” She thought, then shook her head and groaned at the stoking ache between her legs. Rose’s hopes of finally ‘beating her heat’ were instantly dashed. “No… I thought it was over.” She let out a defeated sigh and, without thinking, began padding toward the front counter, her feet moving seemingly of their own accord.

“Always on time to see you.” The snow leopard said. He leaned down and pecked Wendy on the cheek. The sable giggled.

“Oh, Gabe,” Wendy cooed. She turned her attention back to Violet momentarily. “Always the charmer.” She giggled some more. Violet flashed her a less-than-genuine smirk.

“I see. Very charming,” Violet replied out of obligation. Her ear twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching on the vinyl floor. She turned to see Rose standing beside her, leaning on the desk with crossed arms. Violet frowned at the ways her eyelashes fluttered at ‘Gabe.’ The cheetah already smelled like sex, but gradually, the distinct scent of her heat emerged too. Violet’s eyes snapped over to Gabe, noticing a subtle twitching of his nose. She knew this would be trouble.

“Oh, hello,” he greeted, noticing her presence in ways beyond mere sight. His nose made a curious twitch. “You work here?”

“Yeah. My name’s Rose,” Rose started, her voice breathy and flirtatious. “I do the nails.”

Violet nudged Rose’s hip with her elbow. “Hey, babe,” she began, emphasizing the use of ‘babe.’ “Speaking of nails, don’t you have a couple of clients waiting for you?”

“In a bit, Violet,” Rose said dreamily. “Their polish will still be…moist and soft.” She exhaled that last word. Violet watched the two felines sharing passing looks. Her gaze landed on Wendy, whose eyes snapped back and forth between the two as she caught on to what was happening. Violet wouldn’t be surprised if Wendy could smell Rose as well as she or Gabe could. Her eyes connected with Violet’s, and her glare broadcasted loud and clear to the coyote she was about to lose a client. Violet responded by side-eyeing her cheetah, then stood up from her stool.

“Well, thank you very much for choosing Peltz N’ Paws. We hope to see you again in the future.” Violet said, boding her customer farewell. Wendy tutted and took her boyfriend’s paw, guiding him away from the counter. Violet did the same with Rose, taking the cheetah by the ear instead, which roused some growling from her.

“I might be back,” Wendy said somewhat venomously. “You have a…wonderful day, yourself.” With that, she led Gabe out the door and into the strip mall parking lot.

Anxiety and embarrassment made Violet’s face flush beneath her fur, and she tucked her tail between her legs. She led Rose past her two clients to the sink at the back of the salon. Meredith turned to see them, still drying her paws. She blanched when she saw Violet, grim-faced and holding her growling girlfriend between her index finger and thumb.

“What’s going on here?” She asked.

“Trying to keep our business afloat,” Violet replied grumpily.

“Why?” Meredith followed, “What happened?” Violet sighed.

“Rose thought it would be a good idea to flirt with our customer’s significant other.” She explained. Meredith’s eyebrow cocked, and she looked the cheetah over.

“Yeesh. Rose, you’re really down bad, eh?”

“I just wanted to talk to him!” Rose whined, protesting. Meredith scoffed, dropping her towel on the counter next to the sink.

“Yeah, right. I know what girls like you are like talking to guys like him while you’re in season. You’re lucky your girlfriend was there to save you.”

“Yeah, I feel super lucky, Meredith,” Rose grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. Violet turned on the taps and let the water run. She noticed Rose staring out the front windows at the couple still outside, clearly arguing outside their car. Rose’s mouth gaped as she watched the leopard make apologetic gestures to the sable. Violet growled and switched back and forth between sneering at ‘Gabe’ and Rose.

Violet turned the feline around and gestured toward the sink. “Here, freshen yourself up and finish with your clients so we can go on break.”

Rose groaned and began splashing water on her face. Meredith opened the mini fridge next to the sink and grabbed a fork and a Tupperware container packed with Greek salad. She sauntered back toward the front counter as Violet watched her go.

“What are you doing?” Violet asked. “Lunch isn’t for another twenty minutes.” Meredith chuffed.

“You don’t have any clients after these two, not until one o’clock, so I’m on break till then. Lord knows I need one after what just happened in there.” She gestured to the office door with her fork as she walked past it and turned her head to give Violet a sultry side-eye.

“It’s hard to type with a tired wrist, Violet.”

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Violet spat her toothpaste into the ensuite sink, where the running tap water cycled the saliva-infused suds down the drain. She rinsed her electric brush off and put it back on its charging stand, then filled a glass and rinsed her mouth, spitting the rest out. The coyote shut the tap off and exited to their bedroom, cocking an eyebrow when Rose wasn’t where Violet last left her. The sheets on Rose’s side of the bed were tussled, and the spot was vacant.

One of Rose’s pillows was folded in half, left in the center of the bed. The damp stain on its case was more than enough to inform Violet that the horny cheetah had taken her cravings out on the soft object.

Violet sighed and looked around. Rose wasn’t in the room, but Violet’s canine ears picked up a strange rustling from the living area outside the door. A few frustrated growls accompanied these shuffling noises, and Violet loathed to think what she’d find once she’d go hunting her kitten down.

Violet exited the room and stared out upon a most depraved sight. Rose, in her pink pajama shorts and light blue t-shirt, riding the cushion of the ottoman section of their couch like a cowgirl. Evidently, Rose’s pillow hadn’t nearly done anything for her. Violet shifted her weight to one side and placed a hand on the hip bearing the weight. She gazed at the bucking cheetah with weary but sympathetic eyes.

“Having fun?” Violet asked. Rose’s round ear twitched toward Violet. However, the feline refused to stop her wild motions.

“Nnnnnnggggoooooo!” She growled. “I fucking hate this! Nothing works!”

Violet sniffed. “You know we have vibrators and stuff, right? I mean, damn, girl. If anything, you’d think taking Meredith’s whole fist would have put at least a little dent in your libido.” Rose snarled, redoubling her grinding thrusts.

“Yeah, I know , Violet.” She growled again, snapping at the coyote in frustration. “None of it satisfies my cravings. I tried everything while you went out earlier. Everything! Nothing compares to the real thing. I need some real dick! Throbbing with hot, mammalian blood!”

Violet looked on with concern. Rose looked like she was in pain more than anything else. Violet wished she could help give Rose what she really needed. But she was a lady, and as much as she loved her own curves, soft pelt, and lady parts, as much as she loved the same in other females, she wished she could bend her girlfriend over and give her what she needed.

She wished she could break Rose’s heat like a male could. It hurt not being able to satisfy her girlfriend, and worse still, it sickened her that she felt hurt by this. She was a proud womammal. But at that moment, she felt her inadequacies digging their claws deep into her. Her moisture built in her eyes, and she balled a fist to wipe away her budding tears.

Violet scrunched her face up in disgust at her insecurities. She growled to herself. How dare she let Rose’s heat make her feel anything less than the beautiful, assertive lady coyote she knew she was. Another low growl emitted from her throat, scaring away her self-doubt. She’d break the cheetah’s heat just as well as any male. No… She’d do it even better because she had the same parts Rose did. She knew what hit best.

It was all about attitude..

Violet stormed off into their bedroom, determination driving her forward. She crouched down and extended her paw to the drawer at the bottom of her dresser. Rummaging through her ‘toys,’ Violet found the apparatus that would make her as good as any male. She pulled her trusty strap on out and snatched up the bottle of lube she used to grease it.

Violet let her checkered pajama pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them, bending over to step into her false appendage. She pulled it up to her hips and pulled the straps tight to her pelt, looking down as the purple dildo bobbed about with her movements. She swished her hips back and forth, feeling the weight of the silicone cock wagging back and forth like her tail.

Violet couldn’t imagine having one of these all the time like a guy would. Having one’s genitals on the exterior of their body seemed cumbersome, and what with the male lack of hip width, there didn’t seem like there was much room for a cock and balls. The thought of swinging a big, greasy tool around grossed her out. However, having this thick, semi-rigid extremity protruding from her with which she could work her girlfriend over did instill a sense of power.

Violet smirked wickedly at her false appendage and looked up to the open door from where Rose’s frustrated, lustful growls came. She walked toward the noise of her horny cheetah, hips swaying confidently, dildo bobbing menacingly, lube in hand. She waltzed right up to Rose and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

“Enough,” Violet ordered as sternly as a mother who had finally lost her patience. Rose growled and gnashed her teeth at Violet, angry that the futile attempts to sedate her burning desire had been interrupted. “Enough!” Violet shouted. She gripped Rose’s hackles tighter, and the cheetah shut her mouth, withdrawing frightfully from her partner. Violet tugged at Rose’s pelt and guided her down toward the unmolested section of the couch. Rose didn’t say a word. Her growls came to a sudden halt. Such was the raw dominant energy Violet now exhibited with her artificial tool and firm grip. Rose’s heat-driven instinct to submit to a more dominant mammal compelled her to follow Violet’s orders.

“Get down, Rose, I’m going to breed you,” Violet said, stone serious.

“O-okay.” Rose peeped. Her voice had lost all ferocity, reverting to its usual soft tone, only more placid. Violet had to exert less and less force over the feline as Rose willingly lowered onto her hands and knees. Violet kept a firm grip. She knew it was what Rose yearned for.

“Good girl.” Violet praised, her voice losing none of its stoicism. She took up position behind Rose, applying more pressure to the cheetah’s back. Rose lowered until her chest was flat to the cushion beneath. She grunted, a submissive whine underlining it. Rose turned her head to the side and stretched her eyes to look up at Violet, who was popping off the cap on her lube with her thumb. The lid sprung open, and Violet squeezed the contents over her prosthetic member. She made eye contact with Rose, holding her gaze long enough to send the cheetah a message that she, indeed, meant business.

“I hope you’re ready for this, kitten.” She sneered. “I’m going to break that little heat of yours.” A sadistic chuckle rumbled in her throat. “That is…if I don’t break you first.”

A moan squeezed out of Rose’s throat, her eyes rolling at Violet’s blissfully domineering words. “Mmmmm.” She hummed agreeably. “Break me in half, Violet. I need it.” Violet stroked the lubricant over her silicone tool, then yanked Rose’s pajama shorts down and slapped her slimy hand over Rose’s exposed sex. She clutched at Rose’s box, squeezing a more intense moan from the girl.

She was so wet the lube could have been an afterthought.

“This is mine,” Violet stated with an utmost authoritative tone. She clutched Rose’s sex and hackles tighter, driving home her point. “This belongs to me. I’ll use it how I see fit.” She bent over to get closer to Rose’s round ears, her jet-black hair draping onto the cheetah’s back. “Who does this belong to?” She asked, biting her words, demanding the obvious answer with the severity of her voice. Her thumb pressed into Rose’s hole, and Rose shivered and grunted again before answering.

“Yours,” Rose replied, the needy, ragged rasping in her voice giving away every once of desperation.

“Whose?” Violet repeated. “Whose does this belong to?” Her volume increased to nearly a shout. Rose had better come up with a more thorough answer. The cheetah squirmed under the coyote.

“It’s yours, my alpha. All yours. Do what you will with me!” Rose cried out, shutting her eyelids tight.

“Good girl,” Violet said. She let her words hang and began massaging her fingertips into Rose’s drooling folds. Rose squirmed some more and mewled like a kitten begging for a plate of milk.

“P-please don’t tease me so.” She whimpered. “Just…please…put it in me.”

Violet chucked. “Want it that bad, huh, spots?” She asked, adding a wicked bite to the nickname. “You’ve been asking for this all day.” Violet withdrew her teasing fingers from Rose’s snatch and spread her labia with her thumb. She gazed brazenly into the hole she was about to fuck with impunity, knowing Rose would be in heaven every second she filled her.

“Please, Violet!” Rose yelped, “Just do IIITTTTTT!!!!!” Rose cried out as Violet pressed forward, inserting every inch of her artificial extension inside the girl until the bulbous knot butted against her pussy lips. “V-Violet!” Rose yelped. Her words carried a pang of pain, and Violet withdrew an inch, thinking she’d hurt her.

“You ok, spots?” Violet asked, temporarily dropping her act. Rose let out a deranged giggle that left Violet relieved and slightly disturbed at the same time.

“Oh, I’m better than ok, Violet,” Rose replied, her voice manic with lust. “Now, fucking fuck the shit out of me and fill me with kittens!”

Rose’s hips bucked as she threw herself back against Violet’s strap-on, impaling herself on the silicone member and pulling the knot into herself. Her time with Meredith in the office earlier that day appeared to have left her a little loose. Violet looked down at Rose in shock. It usually took some warming up for Rose to take this much. Here she was diving ‘head’ first. Rose started thrusting herself back and forth along the dildo’s length, her pussy lips gliding tightly around its girth.

Violet just shrugged her shoulders. If this is what it took to get Rose to sleep at the night's end, so be it.

Violet’s free hand wrapped around Rose’s thighs, gripped her hips, and thrust forward, pushing into Rose as the cheetah pushed backward. She swung in time with her, and soon, Rose’s moans transitioned into the usual pleased howls of a well-mated feline. Violet pulled harder on Rose’s scruff, and Rose howled higher. Eventually, Violet hoisted herself over Rose, slinging a leg past Rose’s hips, pulling herself closer so each thrust of her apparatus would sink deeper into the cheetah’s depths. Their hips were so close now, barely separating. The slapping sound of their repeated coupling accompanied Rose’s mating cries.

Rose turned her head up toward the ceiling and yowled in bliss. Her eyes rolled further upward as the sensation of Violet’s dildo bottoming out inside her promoted her to new heights of gratification. The blossoming feeling of climax radiated outward from her crotch, spreading through her legs and belly. She felt it coming on.

“Yeah, take your breeding, girl. Feel me complete you.” Violet growled through clenched teeth. Rose couldn’t think to reply; Violet had already screwed the ability for rational thought out of her. “Hope you’re ready for my pups, kitten. They may be the first litter I give you, but they won’t be the last.”

Rose swooned with ragged breath. Violet’s raw animal power, coupled with her savagely dominating words, worked Rose over physically and psychologically. The coyote exerted that warm, masculine energy Rose had fallen in love with years ago. Yet, that night, Violet had sharpened its edges into something primal, like the carnivorous teeth displayed with her jowls pulled back in a frenzied scrunch. The image of Violet clamping down on her scruff was enough to send her over the edge.

And then, as if Violet could read her mind, The coyote sunk her teeth into Rose’s lower neck…

“V-Violet!!” Rose screamed. The flaring shock of Violet’s teeth digging into her pelt, where the hand had been a moment ago, electrified her body. Rose was transported to another plane of pleasure, where it was her, Violet, and the couch they fucked on, nothing more. “Fuuuuuuccckk!” Rose belted out in one ragged moan.

Violet panted through her clenched teeth, each outward breath a growl as she worked to maintain her girlfriend’s orgasm. Rose lay on her cushion, quivering as she took everything Violet had to give. The toy and its knot stretched her, its length delivering that girth as deep as Rose’s passage was. Violet’s teeth and hand pinned her in place, giving her as authentic feeling of being taken by a male as a female could. It was everything Rose wanted and so much more. In her experience, a guy would have blown his load by now.

Could this finally be the orgasm that broke her heat? Or, more accurately, multiple orgasms? How many dozens of seconds had she been pushed over the edge? Or were they minutes? Rose had clearly lost track of time. Surely, this had to be enough to reset her biological needs. Surely, this level of pleasure had to be what silenced the craven voice in her head demanding she bear children. There was only one way to find out.

“St-stop…” Rose whimpered. She barely had the breath to form her words. “I’m… I’m done.” Violet slowed her thrusting and slackened her jaw, slowly releasing Rose from the clutches of her unending climax and the coyote’s teeth simultaneously.

She paused and placed her paws on Rose’s rump, gently withdrawing her piece from her girlfriend. The dildo slipped free with a faint squelch, and Violet finally let herself relax, flopping backward onto the disturbed cushion Rose had previously used as a far inferior mate. Rose stretched outward on her belly, her stiff joints crackling. The two mammals huffed and puffed together, both straining to regain their breath.

“Can…” Violet began, pausing to breathe and regain some kind of composure. “Can we go to bed now?”

Rose sucked in a lungful of air and let it out, replying to Violet’s question in one long, satisfied sigh.

“Yeeaaahhh.” Her back rose as she took in another long breath. “I think we can go to bed now.”

Violet stirred as she fought to rise from her place and stand up. “Okay, good. Cause I’m fucking exhausted.” She stepped to Rose, entering the cheetah’s view, strap-on still bobbing to her motions. “Can you walk?”

Rose just stared at Violet’s legs, unable to move her head. “No…” She replied, blissfully weary. “It’s been a long day.” Violet’s hands rested on her hips.

“Want me to carry you?” Violet asked, mostly joking. A smile crept across Rose’s face, and she lazily rolled her eyes up at Violet.

“Yes, please.” She murmured. Violet let out a sigh, weighted with exasperation.

“Of course you do.” She replied, shooting Rose a momentary smirk. She sighed again and leaned over. “Come on, let’s go get some shut-eye. It’s late enough as is.” The coyote slid her arms under Rose’s knees and back and, exerting the last of her strength, picked her lithe frame off the couch.

“My hero…” Rose mumbled, lightly bopping Violet’s canine nose with the tip of her finger.

“Don’t mention it,” Violet grunted, turning with the droopy-eyed cheetah, their bodies aching from the day’s exertion. She padded around the coffee table and started for the bedroom, groaning as she stomped across the carpet. “God, I hope tomorrow is at least a little easier.”

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“Hey, Violet.”

The voice filled Violet’s ears, and they twitched, flickering toward the voice coming from the end of their bed. It was Rose’s voice, sensual with a sassy flare, almost like she was mocking her, like one of the bitchy girls from high school trying to take her down a peg to ease their own glaring insecurities. It was a wicked tone, one she only heard when Rose got into one of her domineering moods, when she’d take out the ropes and chains, the crops and paddles.

Violet’s eyes opened. She was on her back, staring up at the ceiling. The room’s LED strips were turned on, although the light emitted cast the white paint in a surreal hue of half colors. Violet tipped her head up and turned her eyes upon the end of the bed. To little surprise, she saw Rose standing over her, naked, observing her with a wicked gaze that burned into her soul. A toothy grin glimmered in the room’s surreal hues.

The whole scene was unnerving, to say the least, putting Violet at great unease.

“Rose?” Violet asked. She gazed at where the cheetah should have been, sleeping next to her in bed. However, Rose’s usual spot appeared unused, as if Rose had never even come to bed. Violet turned back to Rose and nearly jumped out of her pelt.

Rose was now on all fours, having somehow crawled halfway across the bed in the moment Violet had taken her eyes off her. Violet didn’t even feel the mattress shift, like the cheetah was weightless.

“Rose! What the fuck are you doing?” Violet yelped. “How did you-?”

“I have something to show you, Violet, my love.” She said, her voice losing none of its unnerving mania. If anything, she leaned into it.

“Wh-what?” Violet asked, uncertain she wanted to know the answer. Rose’s teeth flashed at her response. She crawled over Violet’s legs. Violet looked down, suddenly realizing she was no longer covered by their sheets. Her fuzzy limbs lay beneath her predatory girlfriend. Further investigation revealed that her pajamas had also disappeared, leaving her vulnerable. Had Rose taken her clothes off? The situation became more surreal by the second. “Rose, what is going o-“

A clenched paw around her muzzle interrupted her valid questioning. It was Rose’s. In a blur of motion, Rose had traveled further up the bed and silenced the coyote. She frightened Violet in ways she’d never been before. It wasn’t just the way Rose hovered menacingly over her, staring down at her like a deranged version of her partner, but the way she’d moved. Not even a cheetah could move like that. It was supernatural.

“Shhhhhh,” Rose hushed. “No more questions, puppy.”

Violet’s eyes darted around wildly, trying to make sense of what was going on. Had Rose’s heat finally broken her mind? Could such a thing happen? Neither had gone into season without their pills before. Could it really be this bad? Had it caused Rose’s mind to bend and snap like an old rubber band? What was she about to do to her?

“It’s time for me to show you, mutt.” Rose continued. Violet’s fur bristled at the word ‘mutt.’ It was the first time in years Violet would rather not hear that word leave Rose’s lips. Rose straightened, keeping her fingers closed around Violet’s snout. She gestured to her groin with her free hand, watching Violet’s gaze as it was inevitably drawn downward to it. Violet’s eyes bulged at what she saw.

It…. It was impossible…. There was no chance…..

Between Rose’s legs stood a fully erect, feline cock, laden with the trademark spines that accompanied a member of her kind. A fuzzy sack hung below it, surely containing the two other essential pieces of male anatomy. It couldn’t be real, yet there it was, the source of Rose’s demented pride as she showed it off like a trophy.

“That’s right, my mutt. I’ve got everything I need to give you the kittens you deserve. My kittens.” Violet gazed up into Rose’s eyes only to receive a hungry glare. “You told me how you’ve never experienced one of these before.” She paused to scoff. “A shame, really. I have. With both my exes. Would you like to find out what you’ve been missing?”

Rose gripped her new cock with her free hand, stroking up and down its length, slicking it up with her precum. Violet’s eyes darted between Rose’s cruel stare and her newly acquired member, unsure which to be more sickened by. A nervous whine whistled in her throat. Would Rose really force herself on her? She never knew the cheetah to be this assertive. Sure, Rose had embraced her dominant side in recent months and proved very well at it, but this…

This was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

Where had she gotten that penis from anyway? And why was the thought of having it inside her gradually replacing the sensation of nausea with a kind of butterfly queasiness that accompanied…excitement?

“I know you want this, mutt.” Rose teased. “I can see the look on your face. The look you have before you eat me out. You want this so bad.” Rose crouched down between Violet’s bare legs. Violet watched her go, barely noticing when Rose’s fingers withdrew from her face. Her eyes followed that pink, rigid prick in Rose’s hand, a twinkle of burgeoning desire gleaming in her eyes.

Maybe it was Rose’s predatory, dominating demeanor that drew her to it. Perhaps it was the fact that it was Rose the barbed appendage was attached to. Regardless, the closer Rose came to inserting her new piece inside her, the more Violet wanted it. Violet had never lusted after a male’s genitals. With Rose at the other end of it, suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. It was preferable, even. Violet wanted this now, she wanted Rose’s kittens, and as Rose guided the head of her new cock toward Violet’s now glistening entrance, she couldn’t help but pant greedily.

“Yeah, you definitely want this, Mutt ,” Rose assured. Violet couldn’t deny it. She nodded, her fur bristling, her tail wagging in anticipation. Rose gazed down at Violet, and the two locked eyes. “You ready, puppy?”

Violet swallowed a lump. “D-do it, spots.” She replied without hesitation. Rose chucked devilishly and gazed back down at Violet’s splayed legs.

“Gladly.” She replied just before thrusting forward, foregoing all restraint, filling Violet’s snatch with inch after inch of electrifying, cascading bliss.

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Violet cried out in terror as she woke up, limbs flailing as her half-conscious self tried to throw Rose off. However, there was no Rose. Rose was sleeping soundly just next to her. Violet’s arms and legs quickly tangled up in the bed sheets, only ceasing when the coyote realized the experience she’d just had was all a dream.

“Wha-what the fuck?” she thought out loud. Her voice broke through parched vocal cords made dry from excessive and unwilful panting while her bizarre, steamy dream ran rampant through her unconscious mind. She smacked her tongue inside her mouth to wet it and blinked her eyes as she gazed around the room. The light from her alarm clock stood out in the darkness. It read: ‘3:04 AM.’

Violet gazed over at Rose, her eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light. “Rose?” She asked. The shape of her girlfriend under the covers gradually became clearer, as did the cheetah’s face. She was fast asleep. Further investigation revealed that Rose must be experiencing a dream not dissimilar to the one that had woken Violet, as Rose appeared to be nibbling her lower lip. Violet rested back against the headboard and sighed. “Just a fuckin dream.” She murmured.

And what a dream it had been. It had been wild, strange, and oddly arousing. Now that she was settling back into reality, Violet gradually became aware of the urging ache between her legs. Her strange dream must have worked her up something fierce. Violet scratched her groggy head and pulled the sheets off herself, leaving her sleeping cheetah to her dreams as she got up and headed to the bathroom.

As Violet got a glass of water to wash away her cotton mouth, she couldn’t keep her mind off the dream she’d had. Rose with a cock….

With a fully lucid mind, she found the idea rather disturbing. She didn’t know what she’d do if she saw her beloved sporting the very thing she’d spent her life avoiding. Sure, she’d still love Rose, but could they ever be intimate again? She remembered how her lynx friend, Saph, had described dating Alex for the first time before the doe received her ‘procedures.’

“Doesn’t matter what I’m riding when I’m staring down at a beauty like that.” Saph had said once while watching Alex trot down the street, the trans doe linking arms with Rose, the two giggling as they got to know each other. That had been so many years ago, when Violet and Saph first dated their present sweethearts. How time flew by…

An image of her and Rose’s first few nights in bed flashed through Violet’s head, and the coyote found herself nibbling her lip. The ache between her legs flared, and Violet put her glass down, then hooked her thumbs into her pajama pants, pulling the fabric down, along with her panties. She gazed down at the fabric pinched between her index fingers and thumbs, noticing the damp spot in her unmentionables. Two thin strings of her arousal tethered the fabric to her sex.

Violet let out an exasperated sigh. She was worked up alright…

“Rose…” She groaned. “Your damn heat is rubbing off on me.” She let the fabric snap back into place, cutting off the sweet, cool air numbing the ache between her legs. She looked up at herself in the mirror, judging her unkempt hair, tussled by her natural rest. She could nearly see the rosy blush on the cheeks beneath her fur. Violet looked down at the counter, leaning on it with her hands. “Fuck.” She spat. “Well, I can’t go back to sleep like this.”

Resigned, Violet closed the door and turned about, leaning against the counter’s edge by her rump. She slipped a hand down her PJs and dug into her panties. Her other hand went to her snout to muffle the moans produced by her fingertips gliding over her sex.

It was late, and tomorrow, she’d have a busy day running the salon while caring for Rose. She didn’t want to be too long. Luckily—and strangely—enough, the images of Rose and her spiny cock, filling Violet with a litter of kittens, would get her there faster than she expected…

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Violet’s eyes cracked open to the sound of her alarm going off. Each stabbing *beep!* made her ears flicker, and, as consciousness returned to her, forced them back against her head. She was tired from her broken hours of rest. Sure, she’d taken care of the ache between her legs that kept her from sleeping, but the damage had been done, shattering the deep, REM sleep she needed to make it through the day unmolested by constant yawning. She’d need some hot coffee, and apparently, she’d also require something a little hotter than a simple mug of joe.

To her despair, the needy ache between her legs was back in full force.

Violet groaned and reached for her alarm, prodding the snooze button with her index finger and its trimmed nail. The alarm’s shrieking was immediately replaced by a muted rumbling behind her. Violet turned and glanced over her shoulder. It was Rose, who had evidently woken up before her and was busy using one of their toys beneath their sheets.

“Morning, spots. I see you’re up bright and early.” She paused to clear her throat of its early morning raspiness. “It’s funny. I could barely get you up yesterday.” Rose let a sultry mewl slip before answering.

“Yeah,” She huffed, her voice quivering. “Heat woke me up early.” Violet watched Rose pant and listened to the pleasureful croons as the cheetah serviced herself. The ache between her legs intensified, and Violet licked her chops, swallowing against the tightness in her throat.

“Wha-, what’s your weapon of choice this morning, babe?” She asked. Rose forced her eyes open to look wearily up at Violet.

“The ‘showstopper.’” Rose answered with a wavering croak. “It’s the only one that does it for me right now.”

Violet’s mouth quirked at the mention of her vibrating wand. It was the most powerful vibrator she owned. Both girls knew it well. A sigh escaped Violet’s maw, and she turned to face her partner properly.

“Cum yet?” Violet asked bluntly.

“Yeah,” Rose replied. “Like, a few times now.” She paused to take a quick, steamy breath. “I’m surprised I didn’t wake you. I was a little loud.” Violet sighed again, more out of exasperation than anything. She thought about her rude awakening last night and the disturbing culprit of her slumber’s interruption.

“Well, you know me. Heavy sleeper.” She groaned as the images from her dream entered her mind's eye. “Aaaaand… I might have had a bit of a nightmare.” She admitted, trying not to think about her girlfriend with a barbed member bobbing between her legs.

“Y-yeah?” Rose asked.

“Yeah,” Violet replied. “I got up to go to the bathroom and, well…” She paused to look away, cringing a little. “I might have dabbled in a little… self-love, too.”

“I’m r-rubbing off on you,” Rose suggested, breaking up her lascivious sounds to giggle. Violet chuckled softly.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought.” Violet’s eyes flittered over the cheetah’s blanketed form. “A little more than I thought, it seems.” She murmured as she admitted her true feelings. “Cause…I kinda…really…wanna rub off on you right now.”

Rose’s eyelids sunk as she floated the coyote a seductive gaze. “Yeah? You wanna share th-this thing?” She asked. Violet nibbled her lower lip and gave her head a nod.

“I think I would, spots.”

Violet gripped the duvet and tossed it off their bodies, revealing Rose’s activities. To Violet’s surprise, Rose was wearing her muscle shirt from yesterday, not to mention the pajama shorts Violet had spent the past week sleeping in. They hung loose from her more petite frame. The wand rumbled against the dampened, loose fabric of Violet’s shorts where they covered Rose’s nethers. Violet raised an eyebrow at the cheetah.

“Uh, aren’t those mine?” she asked.

“Y-yeah,” Rose replied, eyes rolling as she pleasured herself.

“Why are wearing them?”

Rose groaned before elaborating. “I dunno. I woke up and just felt compelled to immerse myself in your scent. Get it soaked into m-my fur, ya’know? It’s a heat thing…I think.” She paused to grunt. “I u-used to do this with my boyfriends back in the day. Used to steal the-their hoodies and roll around in them.”

“We could have just snuggled, spots.”

“Y-you were asleep. L-like I said b-before, didn’t want to wake you.”

“Ok,” Violet conceded. “Well, roll onto your back. I’ll make sure to get my coyote scent nice and deep.”

Rose shifted lazily onto her back, eyeing Violet while pulling the collar of Violet’s shirt to her nose for a long sniff. Violet crawled over her lust-addled girlfriend with haste, slightly startling the girl below her. A hungry gleam shone in Violet’s eyes as she looked down at Rose. Violet observed the cheetah as she quivered and squirmed to the vibrations resonating between her legs. She smelled the girl’s heavy arousal in her nose; each savory, earthy inhale made Violet’s tail wag just a little faster.

Violet swooped down and jarred her muzzle against Rose’s neck fuzz. She dug it in and took in a long and heavy sniff to the sound of Rose’s giggles before withdrawing, looking her partner dead in the eyes, flashing her a look a barbarian warlord might wear before descending upon a hapless village with her raiders. “You’re not the only one admiring your mate’s aroma, spots.” She dipped downward, pressing her pussy against the rumbling head already servicing Rose. She shuttered and growled into Rose’s ear. “If you want my scent so bad, spots, I’ll be happy to grind it deep into you.”

Rose let out a whimper at Violet’s forceful demeanor, and the vibrating head Violet compressed tightly into their mounds. “Mmmm, Violet…” She moaned. Violet grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the pillows behind them. Violet puffed a hot breath past Rose’s ear and ground her body into Rose’s, grinding the wand tighter into their drooling sexes. The coyote growled into Rose’s ear and bit into Rose’s shoulder, the cheetah’s pelt preventing her teeth from penetrating the flesh beneath. Rose cried out in pained pleasure.

Violet’s rational mind swiftly gave into something feral, buried deep within her, something that only surfaced once a year, the time in mid-winter when Violet would really give it to Rose, if only for one night before being locked away by over-the-counter, bottle-rattling shackles. That something was Violet in heat… When the cranky, horny, belligerent, girl-kissing beast would break free.

Violet saw an opportunity while Rose cried out and took it, locking her open muzzle with the cheetah’s. She kissed her with a fervent hunger, cramming her tongue in her mouth. Rose kissed her back, coiling her rough feline tongue around Violet’s long canine one, sucking it and pulling it further inside. Violet pulled away with the wet smack of their lips decoupling. She leaned in and panted something in Rose’s ear.

“Fuck, babe. I love you so fucking much. You’re the sun I revolve around, the stars in the sky that guide me. I wanna be as close to you as I can. Every second apart leaves a void inside me that the universe couldn’t fill.” Her words came in breathy and tired at first, but as she spoke, she sounded more and more like a preacher proselytizing to an overzealous crowd. Every breath Rose took entered raggedly and exited as a whorish moan. She clung to Violet’s every word like she clung to the fur on Violet’s toned back with her free hand.

“Yes!” Rose cried frantically between breaths. “I fucking love you too! Fuck me like an animal, you filthy bitch!”

That’s precisely what Violet did. Sure, the vibrator was doing the majority of the work, but it was Violet’s gyrations that worked the rumbling pleasure machine into their sopping femininity. The vibrations surged a constant stream of warmth and electric thrills through their midsections. Violet should have lost control of her leg muscles a while ago, but she’d lost control of her restraint long before. A more feral, steadfast Violet had taken over, leaving little thought between the black hair draping around Rose’s face like theater curtains.

“Fuuuuuck, Rooooooose!!!” Violet cried, straining her vocal cords. Words began to slip her grasp. A tremendous orgasm was just around the corner for both girls. Violet’s eyes rolled upward, Rose’s shut tight. Violet clamped her jaws down on Rose’s neck as the climactic wave overtook them. Rose chirped, then screamed to the heavens. Violet’s mouth detached from Rose’s body so she could turn her head to the ceiling. What came next surprised even Rose.

Violet’s maw gaped, and a sound leaped forth from it that Rose hadn’t heard before. Violet yipped and howled like the coyote she was, calling her pack on a chase after discovered prey. She yipped again and again, calling out to her mate just below her to join her in the white-hot, blinding light of orgasm.

Rose was always there with her, riding the same wave. Her mouth yawned open, and the cheetah let out a long feline howl. Their room became a cacophony of feral sounds, both ripping off the shackles of civilized behavior to bask in their release.

“Violet!” Rose shrieked. “Yes!!!! I’m cumming so fucking hard!”

“Cum for me, kitten!” Violet shouted, eschewing any concern of being heard. “Cum hard for your mutt!”

“I…I am!!!” Rose shrieked. The sensations became too much for the feline to bear. Rose unleashed a roar and, at the peak of her highest wave, tossed Violet off of her, an impressive feat for a cheetah several sizes smaller than her mate. The coyote landed on her side of the bed, twitching and bucking involuntarily. The room returned to a semblance of silence, save for the vibrating of the wand on the foam mattress and the heavy panting of recovering lovers.

Rose wearily reached for the wand, it having been tossed along with Violet. She touched the button to turn it off, then let herself go slack, all but her lashing tail.

“Man…” Violet said, letting go of a long sigh. “What a way to wake up.” A breathy chuckle shook her side of the bed, and she turned her pointed face to gaze at her mate. Rose lay crumpled on her side, arm outstretched toward her lover.

“That was…” Rose began, pausing to take in a long breath. “Wild…”

Violet turned on her side to face her partner. “Fuck yeah, it was.” She murmured. She reached out and held Rose’s paw, stroking her thumb along her padded palm. Rose smiled.

“Thank you for putting up with my heat this past day. I hope they have those pills in soon.”

Violet flashed Rose a smirk. “I won’t lie, it’s been taxing. But it’s not all been bad.”

Rose giggled. “Yeah.” She tried to hide a coy smile. “Like when Meredith fisted me yesterday,” she revealed, giggling again. Violet’s brow perked at this.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, her inflection conveying interest. She scooted closer to Rose. “I’d almost forgotten all about that. I’ve never had the pleasure of doing that to a partner. Tell me what it was like.” She insisted, playfully nudging Rose’s shoulder.

“Hmmmm.” Rose hummed, preparing to recount her tale of yesterday’s ‘on-the-clock’ events. “Ok. Where to start?”

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Violet prodded at the four sunny-side-up eggs frying in the pan before her. She grumbled as she chiseled away at their underside, trying and failing to keep them from sticking to the cast iron. The avocado oil she’d previously splashed in the pan didn’t appear to do its job. It worked fine most of the time, but since she left the bedroom this morning, everything seemed to be a pain in the ass.

Her body included.

Not only was she tired from a disrupted sleep cycle, but the needy ache in her loins from earlier had returned, regardless of the wild sex she and Rose had not even an hour ago. To make matters worse, this particular ache was making her crave things she’d rather not think about. Her wandering mind returned to what had turned her steamy dream of Rose into a nightmare. That bobbing, throbbing member. It made her nauseous thinking of her perfect girlfriend with that thing between her legs. She gritted her teeth at the mental image of it, forcing it away.

A pair of yellow, spotted, partially damp arms wrapped around her waist from behind, shocking Violet from her absentminded thought. Violet flinched, accidentally breaking one of the egg yolks with her spatula.

“Heeeey, muuuutt.” Rose greeted, purring into Violet’s shoulder blades as she clutched herself close to the coyote’s back. Violet observed the egg yolk run between the eggs, cooking immediately when it touched the hot metal. It was something so mundane, a non-issue. So what? She or Rose would have to enjoy one egg without its warm deposit of runny goodness. Yet it brought Violet’s temper to a boil. She growled low in her throat.

“Rose, can you please give me some god-damn space when I’m cooking!?” She snapped, slamming the spatula on the counter with a *thwap!*

Rose withdrew immediately and stepped away from the angry coyote. She frowned at her, offense at Violet’s outburst momentarily overwriting her regenerating libido. “Hey!” Rose snapped back, her voice breaking with a touch of hurt feelings. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that!”

Violet was still staring down at her eggs. Her hands clutched at the edges of the counter to either side of the stove. Her hackles were raised and poking out from the collar of the loose t-shirt she’d slept in, dark hair tied up into a ponytail. She shut her eyes tight and breathed deeply, slowly straightening up. Violet let out her breath as a sigh, and her hackles began to fall. Guilt stung her heart and soured in her gut.

Regardless of Rose’s irritating behavior, she knew the cheetah didn’t deserve to be snapped at, not that Violet wanted to get angry at her beloved in the first place. It was just…this damn ache…it was unbearable. That being said, it was no way to talk to someone one loved so deeply. She didn’t like how she’d tarnished the pleasant afterglow of their morning encounter.

“I’m sorry.” Violet apologized, throat raspy and tight with emotion. “I’m just feeling…really irritable this morning. Ever since I woke up, I’ve had this…feeling that…” Violet paused. “It’s… It keeps gnawing at me, making me want things I don’t actually want.” She turned around and leaned on the stove by her rear, clutching the oven door handle with both hands. Violet looked at Rose and her concerned feline face. The cheetah’s tail twitched to and fro. “But, it’s no excuse. I shouldn’t ever snap at you like that. And I’m sorry.”

Rose crossed her arms and broke eye contact, looking down. She hummed in consideration. “It’s alright…” She replied.

Violet took the pan off the burner before turning the heat off. She turned back around and stepped to the nude, damp feline, taking her in her arms. Rose hugged Violet back, and the two stayed there for a while. Rose held the side of her head to Violet’s chest, looking off into the living area, nose twitching as she sniffed the air. A peculiar smell tickled Rose’s nose, one she only smelled around Violet in the early months of the year and for eight to ten days at most. She knew that smell.

“You’re in heat!” Rose exclaimed. She let go of Violet and looked up and down at the coyote’s form.

“What?” Violet asked, pursing her brow.

“That’s gotta be it. I can smell it on you.” Rose began to explain further, crossing her arms again. “You always get cranky when you’re in season, like how I get freaky when I’m in season. And that description you gave me just now, of the knawing feeling, the reluctant desires.” Rose smirked at her partner and flashed her a cheeky, sultry look. “That’s why you went so feral in bed earlier.” she deduced.

“But I was in season back in January.” Violet reasoned, “Coyotes don’t go into heat more than once a year, and only around mid to late winter. I did my time already.”

“Maybe you’re having a second heat?” Rose hypothesized.

“How?” Violet asked, hoping to whatever god was listening that Rose’s suspicion was wrong. A second heat… That was all Violet needed right now. It was one thing to deal with Rose’s lasciviousness, but both of them, driven to breed, neither able to reciprocate the other’s natural urges? What a nightmare.

“I dunno.” Rose conceded. “Look it up? Maybe Gaggle has some answers.”

Violet noticed Rose fidgeting nervously now. She was avoiding eye contact with her as well. Considering how horny Rose had been over the past day, Violet thought nothing of it. She looked past the cheetah to the bedroom.

“I know how to be sure,” Violet said. She walked past Rose and headed toward the door. Rose turned, her gaze followed her anxiously as she went.

“What?” Rose asked, the anxiety bleeding into her speech. “What is it? Where are you going?” She turned and watched Violet disappear into the bedroom. Violet explained as she made her way to their ensuite.

“I’m gonna take one of my suppressors!” She called out. “If I feel better, we’ll know for sure!”

Rose’s heart sank at Violet’s explanation.

Violet entered the bathroom and switched on the light. She went for the medicine cabinet, opened it, and snatched her bottle of canine heat suppressors.

The bottle didn’t rattle…

That was okay, right? The two leftover pills probably got stuck in the cotton wad. They were there yesterday. Surely, they were still there.

Violet unscrewed the childproof cap and pulled out the cotton, inspecting it for her pills. They were not there… She tipped the bottle upside down, expecting the pills to fall out into her paw. They did not… She looked inside, knowing they should be there. There were none…

“Rose?” Violet called out. “Do you know what happened to my pills?”

The only answer Violet received was the swift patter of feline foot pads on the stairs to the third floor of their townhouse. Rose was darting up the stairs. Violet glanced at her bottle and then looked away in thought. Rose’s sudden nervous behavior, the missing pills, and her hasty retreat upstairs. Violet quickly put one and two together.

“Rose! You bitch!” Violet shouted out in anger. “You took my pills!”

Violet’s hackles rose again as she stomped out of the bedroom, still holding her medicine bottle. She weaved through the kitchen and thudded up the stairs after her girlfriend, every back-and-forth motion of her thighs aggravating the ache in her loins. Violet checked the small upstairs bathroom first. No Rose. She then checked the guest room, including its closet. Still, no Rose. That left the other bedroom, which Rose used as a painting studio, and Violet her office.

Violet ventured into the room. Rose wasn’t there, nor was she in the closet. That left one more place to look…

She padded back into the hallway and turned toward the linen closet. The door was closed, as usual. Violet hedged a bet that her guilty cheetah was somehow inside. Slowly, carefully, Violet grabbed the handle, and with one swift, fluid motion, she pulled it open.

Rose shrieked as the door violently swung open. She’d stuffed herself under the lowest shelf, huddling in a fetal position. “I’m sorry! Please don’t yell at me!” she cried. Violet gazed down at her with retribution glinting in her eyes.

“You took the rest of my pills, Rose!” Violet shouted. “Why?!” She thrust the empty bottle out at the frightened feline. “You know these won’t work on you!”

“I’m sorry, Violet!” Rose shouted back in anguish. She stayed where she was, pitifully hugging her knees while keeping her eyes shut tight. “I just wanted this to stop! I can’t take this anymore! I’m always painfully horny!”

“So I’m supposed to suffer with you now?!” Violet retorted. Rose whined at her situation. Tears began to squeeze through her eyelids.

“I didn’t know you’d go into heat.” She moaned, her voice starting to break with emotion. “I said I’m sorry.” She groaned and held her stomach. “My tummy hurts.” Her tears rolled down her face onto the carpet.

Violet released a long, exasperated sigh and scratched at her lowering hackles, crouching down. “Yeah, I bet it does. That’s what happens when a feline eats pills meant for a canine.”

Rose just groaned in discomfort. Violet held out her hand for the girl.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of there.” Rose took Violet’s paw, and the coyote helped her from her spot. Violet chuckled. “This wouldn’t be the first time I helped you come out of the closet.” Rose snorted and nestled against her girlfriend.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” She murmured. She still felt nauseous, but being close to her lover made her aching stomach hurt a little less. Violet looked down at Rose.

“You alright?” She asked. She felt Rose nod against her chest.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Rose replied. “I think the anxiety was making it worse.” Violet stroked the cheetah’s head fur. She murmured into Rose's ear.

“Good, 'cause I need you to finish breakfast while I look some stuff up.

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“Hmmmm,” Violet hummed, eyes scanning her computer screen. She’d stayed upstairs while Rose went to cook the other half of their morning meal. Without her pills, it was hard to say if she’d actually gone into heat for a second time that year. Luckily, the internet shed some light on her aching loins and irritable mood.

While uncommon, It was possible for females to go into season more than once a year, depending on the kind of mammal they were. Furthermore, she discovered that the most likely trigger of a second heat was by an ‘intense feeling’ for a particular partner or lover.

“Huh,” Violet muttered to herself. She sat back in her office chair and glanced around the room at the paintings Rose had done over the years, all hanging from the wall in order of completion. Her head swiveled until she was forced to turn her chair, following them around the room before finally returning to the open door—a timeline of how Rose had improved surrounded her from all four walls.

Most of them were of flowers Rose took pictures of during the spring and summer months since they met. Each picture brought back memories of their relationship as it developed from a casual sleepover after a lousy party to building a home and business together as a couple.

Rose’s skill as a painter had gone from talented amateur to skilled professional in what seemed to Violet like no time at all, despite it being five years. Violet looked down at Rose’s easel, still containing an unfinished painting Rose was working on. She thought about where their relationship was heading. They’d taken it so far in the past three months alone, explored so much, yet had so much more to experience, sexually, romantically…and more.

Violet thought about a certain question she planned to ask Rose in the coming summer, a question that would change their lives forever if Rose said…

“…Yes,” Violet breathed, finishing her thought out loud. Wait… That was it! She and Rose had come so far and grown so close. What with all the kinky play they’d gotten into, paired with the prospect of…becoming more than girlfriends…

No wonder she’d gone into heat again. Now was the most intimate era of her life. Violet gazed around at the paintings again, then stood up from her office chair and padded over to the painting on the easel. It was Rose’s oil-based rendition of a selfie Rose had taken of them when they’d first gone steady. Even with its partial completion, it looked incredible. Violet noted the short hair she used to have back then, which she’d shaved down shorter on the sides to make it look more like a mane.

Violet stared at their happy faces, particularly her own, noticing the relieved joy in her expression, as if her soul had been cleansed of a heavy gloom. Violet remembered how she’d felt then, knowing Rose truly wanted her for who she was. As she appreciated Rose’s work, she felt that same feeling again, emotion swelling within her. Her eyes grew misty, and she raised a paw to her muzzle to silence a whimper.

God, she loved Rose so much…

Violet fished the tears from her eyes with a furry finger and pried herself from the painting. She took a deep breath and let it out. With that, she left the studio and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Rose was still cooking. She had a pot of oatmeal on the stove and was busy going back and forth between stirring it and spreading butter on four slices of toast, all the while making discomforted coos, either at the ache in her stomach or the ache between her legs. It was Violet’s turn to nestle up behind her lover.

“Hey, you. How you feeling?” She asked, wrapping her arms around Rose’s tummy. Rose hummed happily and placed a hand on Violet’s.

“Ok, I guess,” Rose replied. “My stomach still hurts, but I think it’s more that I’m hungry now.

“Well, this food does smell pretty amazing.” Violet complimented. She leaned down and sniffed Rose’s neck fur, getting a noseful of the cheetah’s scent. “And so do you.” She gave Rose’s neck a quick lick and a nip of her teeth, wagging her tail as she did. “And wouldn’t you know it? You taste good, too.”

Rose gasped and giggled. “S-stop.” Rose half-heartedly protested. “You’re gonna rile me up.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Violet replied sarcastically, putting a bit of spice into her words. She relaxed her grip on the cheetah and paused to sigh. “I, uh… I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I know I get cranky when I’m in season, but that’s no excuse. You’re only trying to love me the way you love me, and…I just want you to know…I love you for it.”

Rose put down her buttering knife and joined her hand to the one already caressing Violet’s. “Awe, Violet. You’re so sweet.” She swooned. Her fingers fidgeted with Violet’s now. “It’s ok. I’m sorry I ate your pills. I should have known better. I…I just can’t stand this neediness. It just doesn’t go away…unless…”

“Yeah, well…” Violet interrupted. “I know how you feel. I want to be rid of this more than anyone.” Violet withdrew from Rose and began grabbing plates and cutlery.

“That’s why I feel so bad. I know you really hate going into season, even on your pills.” Rose turned the element off and carried the pot of oatmeal and the plate of buttered toast to the table, where Violet began setting the table. “So, you are in season, then?” Violet took the pot from Rose and set it down on a wicker pad. She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Seems that way. From what I read, at least.” She started back toward the stove to retrieve the pan of cooling eggs. She stopped when Rose threw her arms around her waist and pulled into a tight hug from behind.

“Awe, Violet. We’ve never been in season together before.” She crooned, nuzzling the side of her head into Violet’s shoulder blades. “I know this is painful, but at least we can bear it together.”

Violet smiled and fought the cheetah’s grasp so she could turn around and the two could embrace adequately. She wrapped her arms around Rose, and the two shared a long, tender hug in silence. She looked down at her and smiled as warm as the morning sun.

“I just want you to know that all that stuff I said earlier, while we were…uh…mating. I meant all of it.” One of Violet’s hands gravitated to Rose’s head, and she scratched behind her ears. “I really love you more than anything, you know. And I love being around you, even while you’re an insatiable sex machine to the point of aggravation. You complete me.”

Rose cooed happily. “I know. And I love you just as much, my big, bad mutt. No one else could compare.” Violet shivered at the word ‘mutt.’

“Now you’re going to rile me up, spots.”

Rose turned her head up and flashed Violet a sultry stare, her mouth quirked in a cheeky smirk. “Well, so long as we’re riling each other up, maybe we can have a little ‘round two?’” She tapped her finger on Violet’s nose.

Violet stared back down into Rose’s lustful eyes. She couldn’t refuse Rose’s warm touch and promiscuous scent, not with that look, nor while her loins burned with a fiery lust comparable to a blacksmith’s forge.

“After we eat.” She said plainly. “Then I’m going to do terrible things to you.”

Rose chortled, removing a paw from her lover to cover her smiling muzzle. “Not if I do terrible things to you first.”

The two withdrew from each other, and Violet went to retrieve the eggs, but not before giving Rose a swift swat on the rear. Rose chirped in surprise, then floated an excited coo, her tail twitching. She sat at the table, and Violet joined her with the eggs.

As they ate, the two couldn’t help but flash longing looks at each other. They’d giggle and nibble their lips or claws, flutter their lashes, or lewdly lick the food off their utensils. A flood of desire steadily rose within them, their libidos spilling over, threatening to drown them. By the time they’d finished their food, they were squirming in their seats, eager to sate the hunger in their loins.

“Done with your food, spots?” Violet asked, resting her head on a closed fist as she propped her elbow on the table. “Cause I’m about ready to begin my next ‘meal.’” She went to grab a napkin from the metal holder in the middle of the table but accidentally knocked her fork and knife off her plate onto the floor with her elbow. She scowled and looked down at the silverware, gritting her teeth. “Ah, for fuck sake!” she snapped. She bent over to pick up the cutlery. Rose pursed her brows as she watched the coyote angrily retrieve them.

“Hey, Violet?” Rose asked, peeping up over Violet’s grumblings.

“Yeah?” Violet replied less than enthusiastically. She returned from behind the side of the table, impatiently tossing her retrieved cutlery on her plate.

“You’ve never told me why you get so grumpy during your time of the year.”

“Yeah? So?” Violet replied, her temper cooling now.

“Well…why? Why do you get so grumpy? I know some girls can get irritable when they go into season, but you get really grumpy.”

Violet sighed and took Rose’s hand in her own. “Yeah, I do.” She brushed her hair from her face with her free hand and rubbed her eyes. “We’re going to The Dam tonight with the girls, yeah? I’ll tell you once I’ve had a few drinks. It’s not something I like to talk about much. It grosses me out just thinking about it.”

“Ok,” Rose replied, turning her paw and gently squeezing Violet’s. “When you feel ready.”

“Thanks,” Violet said. “I promise I’ll spill the beans.” She flashed Rose a coy smirk and walked two of her fingers up Rose’s naked arm. “Now, how about we pregame this crazy day in the bedroom?”

Rose beamed a mischievous smile back at the coyote. “Lead the way, babe.”