In this world, catfolk exist alongside humans. They have the same intelligence/sentience as humans, and mostly the same anatomy, except they have cat ears, a tail, and fur. Even though they have fur, they wear clothes, because their fur doesn’t cover certain areas. Despite their similarities, many humans see them more as pets rather than autonomous people deserving of equal rights. Because of this, they are often unable to find stable careers. Kat is one such unfortunate soul, currently homeless. She’s 20 years old, and entering heat for the first time.

Kat smells the welcome scent of a nearby dumpster. It’s a smell you might not consider ‘welcome,’ but when you’ve been living on the streets as long as Kat has, you learn to appreciate anything that might mean food. It’s a smell she’s known her whole life, and it makes her feel almost at home. Like how you might react to the smell of your mother cooking your favorite meal, it makes her feel like today will be a good day. But today is not a good day. When she finds the source of the smell, the trash is already strewn everywhere. It seems that another catfolk had gotten here first. There are enough desperate strays out there that even trash isn’t something she can take for granted now. She looks through what is left, but there’s nothing edible. She’s so hungry she wants to cry. The city has been cracking down on the homeless recently, and the only food pantry nearby was shut down. That means no more handouts.

Once, she believed that she would be able to make a proper life for herself. Even though people told her it wasn’t a suitable career for a catgirl, she wanted to be a professional artist. All her free time was spent practicing. She had looked down on those catfolk who tied themselves to a master. She was going to make something of herself, all on her own. She doesn’t like to think about where it all went wrong. Those thoughts only lead her to dark places. Right now, she needs to stay focused on the present.

Peeking out of the secluded alleyway she’s currently lurking in, she sees a couple pedestrians strolling down the sidewalk, seemingly without a care in the world. There’s a human man and woman, and the woman is smiling as she clings to the man’s arm. Oh, nowadays Kat would give just about anything for a life like that. Clean clothes, enough food, a place to sleep. And there’s something else Kat needs too, something her younger self had been unaware of.

Even though catfolk are mostly the same as regular humans, one difference is heat. When a catwoman is in heat, her arousal becomes painfully intense, persisting until her body is satisfied by a proper fucking. The powers that be find that catfolk are more pliable when they don’t understand their own bodies, so sex education for catfolk is practically nonexistent. Her lack of education means that she doesn’t even know what heat is. She’s heard the word thrown around, but nobody ever explained what it was, and she sensed that it wasn’t something appropriate to ask about. All that is to say, she has no idea why she is feeling this way. All she knows is that sometimes her clit feels so swollen that it hurts, the sensation of her engorged organ rubbing against the fabric of her underwear making her head spin. But whenever she tries to touch it, it only makes her situation worse. And because of her razor sharp claw-like nails (a necessity on the streets), if she tries to satisfy her cunt with her fingers, she cuts herself. Her body knows that having her stupid clit rubbed isn’t what it’s really after, and so her orgasm is held hostage.

In the present, Kat watches the couple walk away, and she thinks about how nice it would be to have a lover. She sits down next to the dumpster, overwhelmed by her hunger and horniness. She imagines that someone finds her. Someone tall, handsome, not too muscular but not skinny either. A refined looking human in a suit, perhaps. And this mysterious someone understands how desperate she feels right now. So he takes her into his home.

First, he gives her a feast. A whole rotisserie chicken, prepared just for her. She eats until she can’t anymore. Then, he gives her a shower. She imagines the feeling of the clean water washing away all of her anxieties. She dries off, and her fur is even fluffier than usual. She thinks that perhaps she looks really good, wearing nothing but a scanty towel that hardly covers her. Maybe he notices and thinks that she looks sexy.

She imagines that he only has one bed. Oh no, they have no choice but to share it, she thinks, smirking. She’s still wearing nothing but a towel when she lies down on her back. He reaches over and puts his hand on her stomach, stroking the fur on her navel. Then he brings his hands up and squeezes her breasts. She imagines her breasts are huge G-cups, bigger than they really are. He pulls the towel away, revealing those voluptuous, fluff-covered breasts and the bare nipples that top them. Then he takes one of her nipples between his fingers. He squeezes, and now she’s purring at the sensation. He straddles her, panting as if he’s feeling just as needy as she is. She imagines that he can’t wait any longer, and he pulls out his dick, big and veiny. Gently, he penetrates her. She’s never had anything more than a tampon inside her before, so she has to rely on her imagination here. She imagines that the penetration makes her feel stuffed full, complete, satisfied. She imagines that he takes his free hand and presses his thumb into her swollen, twitching clit. Her clit is stiff as he rubs it in circles, around and around, and she’s screaming now. It just feels so good she can’t help herself. Her feline ears face forward and stick straight up, aroused. Tears run down her cheeks and her eyes roll backwards as she wails. She’s going to cum. She feels an unfamiliar tightness in her nether regions, almost like she needs to pee. She tries her best to hold that feeling back. She’s going to cum! Yes yes yes YES YES YES YEEAAAAAHHHHHH—

She is jolted back to reality as a pair of mean hands grab rudely at her arms, pulling her hand off her clit and out of her pants.

“The slut is jerking off in public? Gosh, I knew you strays were filthy, but this is something else! I could hear you all the way from the street!”

Kat reels, her pussy clenching hard over and over again on emptiness. Her clit, abruptly deprived of crucial stimulation, feels so engorged she genuinely imagines that it might burst. “N-NOOO~!!!”

Her fantasy has been interrupted by last cat she ever wanted to see. Priss, the pet/mistress of the CEO of a banking corperation, and Kat’s personal nightmare. Priss had bullied Kat all throughout her limited time at catfolk school, and Kat was hoping they wouldn’t run into each other again after she dropped out.

“Are you crying? GOD, how pathetic,” She says with a disgusted expression on her face. “I wonder why all you strays are such whores? I’ve never felt like touching myself in my life.” Neither Priss nor Kat know this, but Priss doesn’t experience heat because she is spayed and neutered. Priss simply assumes that there is something inherently wrong with strays, that somehow they are more animalistic in nature than her. Despite her disgust, wondering out loud has given Priss a slight inkling of curiosity.

Priss grinds the tip of her hard leather boot into Kat’s crotch, and even through her pants, Kat feels electricity run through her body. It’s not a comfortable sensation, but Kat is so close to the edge that she can’t help but roll her hips into it. Her crotch still feels swollen and tight, and grinding into the boot simultaneously soothes it and makes it worse. By this point, Kat’s mind is so addled by arousal that her vision is blurry and her legs feel too weak to stand.

“You like that? You poor kitty. Let me help you out a bit…”

She takes her boot away and reaches for the hem of Kat’s pants. For a moment, Kat considers slashing at Priss with her claws. But she knows that the police wouldn’t be on her side, and before she can make up her mind, she feels Priss’s hand slipping under her clothes as she grasps her clit and rolls it between her thumb and index fingers. The sensation is even more powerful than when Kat was touching herself, and all resistance leaves her body in an instant. She hears moaning, and then realizes it’s herself, the sounds spilling out of her against her intentions. “Aa-ahh-aaahhhng,” She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle her cries, not wanting Priss to hear her desperation, then realizes it’s far too late for that. Her face burning with humiliation, she looks upwards at Priss, and manages to speak one word: “Please,”

“What are you even begging for, you filthy animal?! You want me to frigg you? God, you’re sick…. Although….” She makes a strange face. Almost a smile but not quite there. Her face has a slight flush to it, and her ears are twitching.

“I just… I… I can’t… I can’t… Please. Please. Please. PLEASE!” cries Kat, abandoning all shame.

Priss takes her hand off Kats clit and says “Get on your hands and knees. Go on. Get!” Priss grabs Kat and forces her onto all fours, hands and knees on the ground. In this position, her bra-less breasts swing underneath her, the fabric of her shirt tickling her nipples. “Good. That’s a natural position for an animal like you.” Kat’s ears go flat against her head, in a submissive position, her subconscious recognizing her lack of resistance. Kat’s tail accidentally baps against Priss’s face, and Priss grabs it, yanking it out of the way and forcing it against the hard ground.

The button on the back of Kat’s pants that keeps her tail in place is undone, and with that, Priss pulls Kat’s garments all the way down to her knees. She takes a moment to admire how swollen and sopping the lips before her are, and then abruptly shoves two fingers into Kat’s cunt. Kat wails. Any semblance of decency she once had has been completely pushed out of her mind by her state of total arousal. Priss pulls her fingers almost out, leaving just the tip inside. Her manicured nails are still a bit sharp, but Kat is beyond caring about that. Then Priss shoves them back in. Along the way, they brush past a swollen something inside Kat. The fingers collide with her G-spot, shoving and pressing against it as they bully their way through, and then, after a fraction of a second, that swollen thing is pushed aside and the fingers move on. They lodge themselves as deep as they can go, their entire length embedded in Kat’s pussy. Kat thought she was at her limit before, but that brief glancing blow against her G-spot nearly made her black out. Through the static of her shaky consciousness, she hears herself sobbing.

She wants so badly to reach down and rub her clit, which Priss is leaving so cruelly unattended, but her arms feel so weak that she knows that the instant she lifts one of her hands off the ground to reach, she will collapse onto her face. Also, she has a feeling Priss would stop fricking her if she tries.

Priss pumps her fingers out and back in again, and Kat’s mind goes blank. She doesn’t care that Priss is humiliating her. She doesn’t care that she’s hungry. She doesn’t care that Priss is going to go back to a loving master while she has to sleep outside. The one and only thing that she cares about in that moment is satisfying her heat. As Priss’s fingers brush against her G-spot again, the tightness in Kat’s genitals gets even worse. It’s painful now, and if she could see her labia, they would look bright red, engorged to an obscene degree. Kat’s erect, untouched clit is twitching frantically, bobbing up and down as if possessed by a mind of its own, seeking to rub itself against anything it might encounter between her legs. Whereas before, she couldn’t find release using her clit because of her desperate unfilled pussy, now her clit is holding her orgasm hostage, demanding that it receive the same attention her pussy is being treated to. But that’s up to Priss now, and Priss isn’t interested in treating her clit right now.

The natural position of a catfolk’s tail while being fucked from behind is to stick straight up in the air. Kat’s tail is instinctively straining to reach this position, but Priss is still pinning it against the asphalt, leaving her tail to struggle desperately under her grasp. It strains with such fervor that it’s almost as if her body believes that straightening her tail is a crucial step for achieving an orgasm.

Priss plunges her fingers in again, and this time, she curls them downward, hard. That swollen spot inside Kat has nowhere to be pushed aside to, and Priss’s nails dig into it. A trigger deep within Kat’s mind is drawn tight. This is it, her body thinks. She’s finally being properly bred. Her heat can end now, as soon as she comes. Even without her clit, the pleasure bursting from her battered pussy is enough that she’s going to come. She’s going to come. She screams, loud enough that nearby pedestrians give nervous glances in the direction of the secluded alleyway. One word repeats over and over in her mind. “Please,” is all she can think. Please let this humiliating experience end. Please let these unbearable feelings leave her. Please let her come. The tightness that has been growing inside Kat now reaches its breaking point. Like a water balloon being squeezed, the pressure against that sensitive bump inside her causes a stream of clear, sticky fluid to squirt from her pussy and splatter against Priss. The cum, which has been building up ever since Kat had been playing with herself earlier, possesses such volume that it splatters past Priss’s hand and all over her clean white frilled dress.

“Eeeeeeeekkkk!!! The slut is pissing! The animal is pissing all over me!!! EEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!” She jerks her fingers rudely out of Priss’s pussy and recoils backwards. Kat’s tail springs into the air and points straight upwards, presenting her swollen, spasming pussy as it continues to clench and leak. “Ugh. Should’ve expected that from a filthy thing like you.” With that, Priss scanters off, back home to her wealthy master, desperate to clean what she thinks is piss of her clothes.

It takes an entire 5 seconds for Kat to register what has happened. One second, she was coming. Truly coming. For the first time since this mysterious feeling had overtaken her, she was coming. Then she was…. pissing? That’s not quite right. This felt different. But what else could it be? Women don’t ejaculate, so it couldn’t have been that. She came to the conclusion that she had been pissing. And then all the stimulation disappeared. Her walls clenched down on agonizing nothingness, and her pussy dribbled out the remains of her squirt. Her orgasm, which she had been certain that she had begun, teetered back and forth on the brink of manifesting. In that moment, even a strong gust of wind would be enough to send her over the edge. But alas, there were no strong breezes in the alleyway at that moment. And so, incredulously, her orgasm subsided without having delivered even a single ounce of relief.

When she was coming, she had lost control and pissed (or something like that) on Priss, driving her away, and now she wasn’t going to get a proper orgasm. With that thought, Kat finally regains enough presence of mind to drive her hand towards her clit. At first, when she lifts her hand, she collapses against the asphalt, and she has to take a desperate moment to flip over and lay on her back. Her fingers quickly find her clit, and she desperately tweaks it back and forth. As soon as she does, she opens her mouth and starts to cry. Loud. Tears roll down her face like the fluid running down her legs. But without her G-spot, her orgasm is locked away. She takes her other hand and plunges two fingers into herself, trying to imitate what Priss had done. But it isn’t the same. Her sharp claws cut against her tender flesh, and she cries out in pain and frustration. Moment by moment, her orgasm slips further away. She pulls her fingers out of herself and uses them to desperately rub at her nipples through her shirt, despite knowing it won’t be nearly enough. She starts to beg, even though she doesn’t think anyone is listening. “I need to come. I need to come. Please, PUH-LEASE, Ahh-ahhh-ahhhhh PLEAAASE!!!” She begs her own body, against all rationality.

But someone does hear her cries in that alleyway. He watches silently, then approaches. “You seem distressed. What’s the matter? Are you hungry? I couldn’t help but notice you were crying. Here, I have a sandwich,” Hunger wasn’t the particular problem captivating Kat at that moment, but when she looks up at the human, with his refined appearance, she instantly stops her fruitless masturbation and gratefully takes the sandwich. “Are you a stray? We’ve been looking for a pet at the manor,” She takes a moment to process what she is hearing. Is this real? Could something this good this really happen to someone like her? Of all the strays out there, this man is approaching her? And he’s even quite handsome! “I know this is sudden, but would you have any interest in being adopted?” She can hardly believe her ears. For the first time in a long time, she begins to feel hopeful about her future. Her fantasy is about to come true!

She has no idea what depths of desperation really await her.

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From the Author: Haiiiii! Believe it or not, this is my first time publishing a story, ever! I hope it’s good enough for your liking :3. I’m still working on developing my writing abilities, so please feel free to give constructive feedback. And if you liked it, I’d love to hear about that too!