"Nya, I can finally make more friends, hehe!" You giggle to yourself, reaching for the twig set of cat ears... up until the branch you are standing on breaks.
You scream, falling down. It is only your claw-like nails which help you as you try to grapple on the tree... but not help enough.
Sliding down, it isn't long before you hit a thick branch... a strange, thick, upwards-facing branch, which impales your, heh, pussy.
Throughout your life, you have never felt anything sexual. Even when you tried to play with yourself in experimentation, trying to understand what was so aluring about the concept, you didn't feel anything. All you felt was the playful energy you always feel, the controlling need to play and have fun that has been a part of you your whole life...
...but this... something about it felt... different. As you slide yourself up, you couldn't keep yourself from moaning... the pressure... the pleasure... you have never felt anything like this in your life. In the shock of it all, you drop yourself, sliding back down on the wooden shaft. You... you need more. Up and down. Up and down. Harder and harder you thrust yourself against the branch... you just couldn't control yourself.
Then, a pleasure like none other flooded your whole body, you wanted it, you needed it, you were the pleasure and the pleasure was you... can't think, can't concentrate, can only scream out to the world as the pure ecstasy you feel rocks your body.
Then... it was over.
You felt a want, no, a need for more, but knew that the fake shaft would never be even near satisfying, you slide yourself off the branch, moaning aa you feel one last wave of pleasure as you do so.
Looking at yourself you... dang... you changed a lot. Your once cute and playful tail is now long and slender, slowly swishing back and forth to draw attention to your far more plump ass, an ass that you feel the need to shove something long and hard into, as your far wider hips give you a perfect hourglass shape. Yet what really draws your eye are your massive tits, looking far more suited for catching attention than anything else, more likely to only weigh you down when trying to climb trees and jump around that anything, but... you can't feel yourself caring. All your life all you cared about was having fun, yet now? Now... gone was the youthful energy that made you want to run, climb, and play... and in its place was a more tempered, yet more primal energy, an uncontrollable lust... and you like it.
Looking back up at the tree only confirmed it, you didn't feel the silly need to climb and play... not even in order to get the cat-ear shaped sticks... 'who cares about some dumb trees anyway?' Is a thought that you fail to repress... and honestly feel horrified of it. What once was a part of you through most of your life... you can only feel apathy towards. But you lick your lips as another thought crosses your mind. '...the only thing I care about are nice... hard... cocks.'
Still, you need to decide what to do next...