The Dangers of Living with a Cat

A cat is fine too, hell they can be even better than humans.  Warm soft fur, cute paws, long tails that hold you like a third arm and all the lovely teasing spikes on their tongues and dicks.  That is not to say cat cunts aren't lacking, being smaller means tighter, and I hear that when a lion goes into heat she wont stop for anything, leaving her toys broken and twisted, her boyfriend and husband sobbing messes
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"Honey I'm hooome!" Anonymous cried cheerfully, his day at work was flawless, no irritating problems, no bitchy customers and no overbearing managers or supervisors.  He was in high spirits and wanted to do something nice for his honey, take her out for a night on the town.  The house was strangely empty however, normally Leona was tackling him at the door, but that wasn't the case today.

His home felt forlorn, empty, untouched, and abandoned.  The only noise being the sound of a stiff breeze blowing across the windows.

“Hello? Leona? Are you here?” he called out for his wife but no answer came, worry was painting his features as he carefully explored the forlorn place, his castle no longer feeling like his but rather like he was treading forbidden ground.

There was a sharp thunk as a door slammed somewhere off in the home, his senses on high alert and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

“This isn’t funny Leona... Come out, honey what's going on?” He called into the dark maze.

He turned the corner into their kitchen, seemingly untouched since he left this morning and still just as spotless.  Dishes were drying next to the sink and there wasn't a crumb anywhere.  Looking around he tried to figure out what was wrong.

There was a soft noise behind him, and his head shot up, staring past the bar and into the living room, nothing out of place save for a corner of carpet folded up and their flower vase on the table overturned.

Anon cautiously walked out to right the glass, looking around to see if anything else was out of place.

Then he saw it.

Anon froze, his lovely lion gf was nowhere to be seen, but there was a calendar on his wall.  There were the usual things, birthdays, doctor appointments and et cetera, but there was one long entry that drained the blood from his face in fear: On that calender, starting on that day there was a massive red circle and bold letters strewn across the week:

'ESTRUS! DON’T COME HOME'

A droplet of sweat rolled down his neck, he had completely forgotten what day it was and what awaited him should he return.
"oh no..." He muttered under his breath, fear having taken his voice

Anon turned to leave, a primal fear driving his legs to action, but it was already too late. He could hear the feral growl of his loving girlfriend, and though he was dashing for the door he could feel her predatory gaze tracking his movements.

Throwing his body through the kitchen, all caution blown away by an all consuming sense of dread.  He flung himself down the twisting path back to the front, his arms and legs slamming into the walls and frame as he ran for safety, the bruises and sharp cracks as arm met wood not registering in his mind.
The only space left was filled with incoherent babbling whose intent was clear: I Am A Dead Man.

He'd made it!  His hand hit the knob and wrenched the door wide.  He jumped from the threshold and over the stairs that led to his porch,  but it wasn't quite in time.  Just as he passed over the lawn his loving girlfriend tackled him from behind, the two of them falling to the ground and the air being slammed from his lungs as Leona landed atop him.

Leona pressed her wide nose into his hair sniffing his neck as her fingers wrapped around his torso and dragged him back.  He tried calling for help, screaming for anyone but her tail was quickly pressed over his mouth muffling his cries.  The two moved back slowly, there was a slam from the door, and all was silent, an idyllic suburban evening masking the unholy acts coming from within that generic house.