She leaves for a while, and you nap on a pillow, only to wake when you sense another cat in the room. It's a calico female, with a few orange patches, and she comes up to you. You wonder if this one used to be human as well, but before you can dwell on the idea, she rubs her side against your back, and you're struck with her scent.
There’s the faint tang of damp earth and grass, like she’s been wandering around outside—and there’s something else too. Musky and heady, it makes you shiver all over. She’s in heat. And she knows it.
She looks up at you with a hungry glint in her eye. She knows it, and she’s counting on you to take advantage of it.
You lick your lips as she rubs against you, and the itch within you begins to rise. Your balls tighten as her smell sinks deep into you, and before long, your dick is hardening within the thin sheath of your fur. You hiss as she keeps rubbing against you, urging you on, making your whole body tremble.
Her heat is taking over your mind, and all you want to do is mount her, thrust inside her, and make her your mate.
She rolls over onto her back, exposing her cunt, and you’re not sure if she’s ever been bred before—but the sight of her swollen pink lips is too enticing to resist. You approach her, your dick bobbing in front of you as you lick your lips again, and she tenses, waiting.