A Cat Is Fine

	It was a cold winter day in the city. The bright blue sky which once hung overhead the large and towering city was now completely covered in a thick layer of dark grey clouds, matching with the tall grey buildings which scrapped the sky above with imposing spires which made the many different city goes feel insignificant. Thick layers of snow coated the hard concrete and cobblestone below, dirty grey slush making roads visible, to some degree. The icy cold winter wind blew hard and aggressively, carrying small and light snow flacks with it, coating freshly made footprints and other assorted things in a layer of the white ice. The roads were barren, only the bright streetlights illuminated the night city by reflecting off of the snow. No one was caught dead outside in these conditions, unless absolutely necessary.

	“Oh come on!”

	And yet Alexander Anonymous was caught dead in the epicenter, his warm breath passing through his red scarf which covered his mouth. A thick brown northern hat covered his head and ears, the mix of white and grey fur on the interior blowing in the strong winds. He winced as the winter wind picked up, blowing against his thick cloth winter jacket. His right side was covered in a layer of snow, although he’s only been standing at the doorway to a convenience store for no more than a minute. He banged one of his gloved hands against the glass, trying to get the attention to the clerk who had just turned the OPEN sign to CLOSE. The old man was pulling on his winter jacket, ignoring the irritated look of the young man which stood at the store’s front window. Alex groaned one more time, a shiver gripping his small physic. He liked the snow, but not the cold.

	The young college student has been running across town for almost half an hour now, his thick snow boots dusted with snow and slush. Although he wore many different layers- 5 thick layers on his upper body and three on his lower- he was still cold. His cheeks were flushed red, his stuffed nose covered by his thick red scarf his mother gave him when he was a child. His ears burned with such an intensity he swore he was getting bit or burned by some sort of prankster Cheshire. He held his thick knitted gloves within his jacket pocket, not daring to even take them out, as he walked, swearing under his breath as the store clerk had the audacity to wave at him in a friendly manor as if they were friends. He liked Robert, he was a friend of his father, but he was also an asshole.

	The cold gripped him once again in another hard blow. He wished he wasn’t out here. He wished he was back within the confines of his home, snuggling within a layer of warm blankets which would return his embrace without another question, or even a Yeti would suffice. But instead, his heater decided to kick out and die, and his house was almost as cold as it was outside. So now, since his house in which his grandfather gave to him conveniently had a fireplace, he was on the hunt to find firewood before he froze to death and became a national monument. Alex spat, metaphorically and not literally. The plan was to layer up as much as even humanly possible, get some firewood from a convenient store, and head back home to snuggle next to the fire and get some sleep so he could deal with the broken heater in the morning, or whenever he felt like it.

	The only problem, as he sniffled back in the cold he was obviously developing, was that his heater decided to die on him almost in the middle of the night, where absolutely nothing was open at all. He didn’t even realize it until he felt the chill as if a Ghost had infiltrated his home. Well that, and the loud sound of machinery dying. So now he was outside, walking down block after block, banging, slamming, kicking, and groaning at every single convenience store he passed, looking for some sort of place of operation which was open at 11:52 so he could buy at least an arms full of wood to drag back home and survive at least a night before deciding what to do. He grumbled to himself. He should’ve just acquired every single blanket he had in his house and bury himself under them. Or at least hit on that young Yeti in his class enough so he could stay at her house for the night. Or anyone in his class.

	He sighed, his warm breath escaping through his scarf. He wasn’t the most social student in the class, quite the opposite. He kept to himself, mostly reading from comics to just normal books. That wasn’t to say he didn’t pay attention in class; he was actually pretty average, but not great. Although he had a minor slip up when his NEET past interrupted his life, messing up his sleep schedule. With some negotiations, everything was fine. But with his antisocial life, he never socialized with anyone in his class. Not that it mattered; he didn’t really like them anyhow. Most of the guys when they weren’t paying attention in class were with their Mamono girlfriends. He didn’t have anything against them, considering he’s had a crush on that Yeti next door since back in high school. But when everyone teased and ridiculed him for being a virgin, he got sick of them.

	God forbid he was still a virgin at 23, he said to himself, even making a faint gesture to add to his sarcasm. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Sometimes it takes time to find true love before giving away that. Though, most have already lost them by high school due to, well, puberty. He couldn’t even remember how many times he was hit on; even to near rape, scoffing to himself as he rolled his eyes. As if nature was also in on the bullying, a hard wind almost knocked him clean off his feet, causing him to lower his head to break through the wind. He glared to the sky, as if giving God himself a good middle finger to just buzz off. Or a Yuuki Onna, as their called in Zipangu, which had the ability to control the weather itself, mostly snow.

	There are so many different types of Mamono Alex can barely remember them all. He remembered about the fabled Mist Continent which was recently discovered, which had its own fair share of them that it made remembering them all even harder. He always wanted to be an adventurer, a discoverer like those who discovered Zipangu centuries ago, or those who discovered Egypt. He wanted to study their past, their history, and their lives. To have wacky adventures and find amazing treasured ranging from far back to the medieval days. But instead, he was stuck in college, discovering how Student Loans screw you over. He smirked. At least that was a discovery. Too bad it wasn’t anything new.

	His eyes reacted to the bright light of the passing street lamp, causing him to pause underneath its glow. He glanced at his wrist, pushing his jacket out of the way and feeling the raw pain of the cold against his skin. It was 12:00 midnight, according to his watch. He groaned as loud and as heavy as he could, irritation breaking the audible noise. Everything was closed by now. He rested his forehead against the lamp, gazing down at the bright white snow below. He was going to die here. He was going to freeze into an ice statue in which the higher ups like Wright’s and Pharaoh’s could boast about in their parties, drinking from fountains of wine as they laughed and enjoyed their five star dinners.

	And now he was hungry.

	A small, almost faint sound made him pause from his low whine in pain and hunger. He glanced over his shoulder to see a small black sitting at the entryway to a narrow dark ally. Its black fur coat was covered in dirt and frozen grime, its heterochromia eyes wincing as the cold wind blew against its slim and shivering form. Alex turned around to face the weak looking cold cat, trying not to scare it. But considering how it crouched low onto its stomach to lie down, its blue and green eyes shifting out of focus, the poor thing was knocking onto deaths door. And once Alex approached the small cat, he already came to the conclusion that watching another die was not going to happen.

	He didn’t even think the cat knew what was happening as he opened up his warm winter jacket. He let the weak cat hug against his form, its claws gripping onto one of the many knit sweaters he was wearing underneath, supporting its frail body with one hand, and zipping back up his jacket enough that it could still breathe without overheating. He felt its shallow breaths and quickened heartbeat against his chest, although faintly due to the many layers. It sheepishly looked up at him, its eyes studying his face as if it were human, which he responded with a warm smile, covered by his scarf. With this realization, he spoke.

	“Don’t worry little guy, we’ll make it out of here.”

	The cat stared at him for a length of time, as if it was wondering what to say. But a silent meow was what Alex expected. And with that, he was back on his feet, the knees of his jean pants covered with snow. He was just about to turn and continue on with his trek when he paused. Through the thick blowing snow, down the dark alley in which he found the near death cat, were a glowing set of lights which almost made him jump for joy. A sign could be seen in the distance, which was rapidly getting larger and larger as he jogged down the alley, a bit slower as he was carrying a kitten and he didn’t want to get sicker than he already was. But the sign became more and more readable, which made his smile grow larger and larger. And as he broke through the other end of the alleyway on the other end of the block, there standing before him was a convenience store with its interior lights on, and a small sign which read OPEN.


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	The door to the cold house swung open, and Alex walked into the house with a smile on his face. Underneath his right arm was an armful of large brown logs, and hanging in his mouth was some “tinder”, within a large white bag. He closed the door with his foot, the howl of the wind begging to be let inside. The house was small, but cozy. The kitchen was on the left, a large countertop stretching from the wall near the front door, serving as a breakfast nook before ending to create an entryway. On the right was the living area, which was covered in the carpet which spread across the rest of the house other from the hall that lead to the bedroom and the bathroom, which was instead a nice hardwood flooring. Two couches sat in the living room, one against a wall which would be against the washroom, while the other faced the fireplace, its back facing Alex. An old blanket was folded atop the comfy grey couch, which was also covered in different pieces of clothes. Although the house was old fashioned, he was still home

	Alex didn’t even give it a second thought as he B lined it straight to the fireplace. Although he was home, he could see his breath as he breathed. He ignored the fact that he was getting snow and slush onto the wooden floors and on the carpet, instead dropping the bag of sticks and other sorts of tinder and the many logs of firewood onto the ground. The sudden movement within his jacket made him scrum and giggle. At least his sensitivity worked for the better as it confirmed that his cat buddy was still alive and well. When it went still, he worried it died. But considering it was trying to poke its head through the top of the zipper, in which Alex had to help it by zipping it down so its small head could look around in curiosity as to what the origins of the sound was, it must’ve merely fallen asleep. Alex scoffed, pulling off his scarf. At least it got some sleep.

	The cat reacted so suddenly it almost threw him off guard. It leaped out of the confines of his jacket, lying in the removed scarf he just took off, snuggling against it as if it was the greatest thing in the world. He guessed for the time being, the stuff he wore was probably the warmest thing in the whole house until they lost their heat which the woven fabrics held so dear. But, with the freedom to use both his hands, one which was cramped due to being in place for a long period of time, he now had the ability to get to work, and warm the house up so he could watch as heat battled the cold and eventually win.

	His gloved hands pulled open the metal frame which guarded the insides of the dark fireplace, leaning it next to the brick fireplace. He then looked within, glancing up to confirm his suspicion. His grandfather said that it was boarded up, and confirmation was a clear as day. So with that, he punched the five large wooden planks to loosen it up, though Alex wasn’t expecting the whole structure to collapse, blowing in cold air and snow into the house, which made him shiver. He glanced over his shoulder as to see if the cat was OK, but it was too busy getting itself comfortable under his strewn clothing to even care. He smirked. At least you get to sleep and get comfortable while I have to freeze trying to get this house warm, he thought to himself. He paused. He wondered if it was a girl. He glanced back and asked.

	“Kitty, are you a girl?”

	The cat responded with a meow, as if it understood him. It looked directly at him, like a painter studying its canvas. He rolled his eyes. He was having a conversation with a cat. The cold was getting to him.

	“Of course you’re a girl. You get to sit back and relax while I do the work. That’s how it works, right?”

	The cat responded with a simple meow. Alex chuckled. It sounded as if it was trying to be smug, or whatever equivalent that was to a cat. He went back to work, debating if he should just leave the planks of wood. With a nod, he took the wooden planks and began breaking them in half, for use in the fire. With a sigh, he went back to his crazed conversation.

	“You know, in hindsight, you’re the first girl I’ve ever had enter my house.”

	The cat meowed.

	“Right? Here I am, 23 years old, and the only woman I’ve had in my house other from my own mother is you. Embarrassing. Simply embarrassing. “

	“Though,” Alex added, pausing to break the final plank in half, keeping the splinters in a small pile. “The company would be nice.”

	The silence was restored within the cold house. He reached into the white bag, taking out handful of sticks and other tinder, some even being wood chips and dead leaves which the shop owner had. He was lucky to find a place that had its own wood chopping station. He created a makeshift pile, a thing he learned from a camping trip back in middle school, and sighed at his work of art. It wasn’t much, but with a little elbow grease, and the many half logs of wood he could buy with all the money he had, he could make a fire that would last roughly a day and a half. All he needed now was his lighter.

	A bump to his side made him glance to his lower right. The small black cat stood next to him, a metallic looking square in his mouth. When he saw the engraving on the side, he smiled. His knitted gloved hands took the lighter from its maw, his other petting her on its head, which the cat almost seemed to turn into liquid as it nuzzled against his touch. He smiled, and glanced at the silver lighter.

	Alex didn’t smoke. He was never one and would never become one. But the small metallic lighter was a family heirloom handed down to him by his mother, which she got from hers, who she got from her father, his great great grandfather. He was also given a revolver, which was said to be used by his great great grandfather back when he was in the police force, which he was handed to by his father, who he found in an old abandoned old west saloon. Although he didn’t smoke nor knew how to shoot a gun, both items were held dear to him, and were part of the family for extreme lengths of time. And now, Alex thought to himself, the thing in which he used on rare occasion was to be used today, on this cold day, to turn this dark and cold house of his into a warm and comfortable place of living. He flicked the old fashion lighter, and the small flame almost made him giggle like a child. He didn’t expect it to work at all since he forgot to refuel it, but the small flame burned without any sort of death near. And with that, he neared it to the kindle pile he created, covering the flame with his other hand so the wind didn’t blow it out, and lit it on fire.

	The kindle erupted into a small flame, which he kept alive with gentle breaths as it spread around, lighting the rest of the wood. Soon, the tiny ember became a medium size fire, which he kept alive by tossing sticks and other kindle into, before tossing in a log when it became a supernova of fire. His smile stretched against his rosy cheeks as he held his hands against the orange and yellow flame, the heat holding his hands and spreading around his body and the house. The faint smell of firewood was ignored when his fell onto his back, smiling like a child who just received the greatest gift for Christmas. His smile changed to a curious look as the cat walked onto his chest, looking down at the ecstatic man. The small cat meowed.

	“We did it kitty. We conquered the cold.” Alex raised a fist into the air. “Mission: conquered!”


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	The fire ticked and cackled as wood was burned. Two small pots sat next to the fire on the small marble ledge, their bottoms a dark black of ash. One had a dark red soup inside, small vegetables and noodles floating in the warm pot, steam leaking out through the not completely covered pot. The other was empty, but the contents of the small bowl that was on the carpet farther away from the fireplace and near the couch facing the fire was evidence to the milk that used to be its contents. Clothes ranging from a winter jacket to different sweaters and jackets were strewn around, as if tossed.

	Alex yawned to himself. It was 2:45, and although he didn’t need to worry about school tomorrow, he was tired. His thick sweaters were replaced with a simple T Shirt with an insignia on it, and his many layers of pants were replaced with a simple long pair of baggy pyjama pants. He rested his head on a pillow and a small pile of clothes as he lied on his back on the couch near the fire. An old grey blanket covered his form, leaving only his arm that was resting under his head and his head itself exposed. His long brown hair was already in mint bed head condition, even though he hasn’t fallen asleep.

	He was just about to turn to get comfy and sleep when he felt something move. He watched as a small bump moved from underneath his blanket, its small paws walking on his legs and causing him to flinch. It paused at his crotch, and then continued to climb, eventually poking its head out from under the blanket on his chest. The small kitten lied down onto his chest, getting itself comfortable. He smiled, and petted its meek form, causing it to purr in content. Alex has learned after a short period of time that the little cat liked to get comfortable, especially near him or in his clothes. And now, due to the fact that it seemed to have fallen asleep, he was resorted to sleeping on his back; a position in which he never really liked. But who was he to tell a lady to just get off.

	And with that, Alex fell asleep.


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	Through the darkness, Alex felt something strange. His chest felt much heavier, as if someone decided to pull a prank on him and bury him in his own messy and somewhat but not really dirty clothing. Breathing was beginning to feel strained, and he was pulled out of his dream and back into reality. He slowly began to open his eyes, to the bombardment of light from his windows through the curtains. Although the sun finally being out after a week of nothing but clouds and snow, the snow made the light much more blinding, causing it to bleed through his curtains without effort and illuminating the hot room. His eyes took a minute to adjust, considering the only thing in his field of vision other from the light was brown.

	But then his eyes did adjust, and he almost gasped in surprise. His eyes were met to what seemed to be the top of some person’s head. Or some Mamono, as his eyes finally rested upon the twin fluffy looking ears which were dropped slightly. He heard its breathing, felling its hot breath against his chest as it seemed to be asleep. He felt something soft against his chest, much lower from the head, where the figures chest would be. His cheeks began to turn a tinge of red when his brain, which was in a flurry of questions, somehow was able to connect the dots of what it might be. His brain was also able to estimate what position the body was in; her head was against his chest, face facing the fireplace. Both paws were also on his chest, one gripping his shirt ever so slightly. Her chest was lower down on his stomach, and his crotch was poking against hers. The mental strain of his body fighting his rebellious nethers was strong, especially since her tail(s) were wrapped around his legs. So much in fact; his body shivered.

	The slight moan made his heart skip a beat.

	The Mamono seemed to nuzzle her head against his chest, and then placed a paw directly on it, raising herself up. Alex’ eyes widened as his blush deepened. The Mamono straddled his waist, rising to its full height, its short dark brown hair drooping down in a mess, covering her bare breasts- barely. The blanket slid down off her slim form, which was a bit covered in dirty and grim but otherwise perfect. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, her black furred forearms suffering from the same bedhead as her hair. Alex’ eyes reluctantly, under extreme strain with his boner battling his brain for superiority, scanned down her figure straight to her nethers, which made his blush deepen even more as the satisfaction of his nethers confirmation of its hypothesis was complete. And even though he looked back up at the tired Mamono, the unshaven area imprinted into his brain. She tilted her head to the side, as if confused by his surprised face. So he spoke, although barely.

	“K-K-Kitty?” His voice cracked, his tone barely made it sound like a question, or anything at all.

	And yet she somehow understood, and in a tired tone said. “Nya?”

	The colour of his blush was basically his whole entire face. He looked away, glancing at the fire to try and erase the blueprints in which were inside his brain of her entire form. “P-Put a shirt on…”

	The Nekomata, as he finally remembered after his mind raced with lewd thoughts, looked down at her naked form. He didn’t even glance once at how a faint tinge of pink formed onto her cheeks. But his eyes began to wander to the corner of his eyes, just to catch her pulling on of his shirts over her head. Her toned body arched at stretched, her arms slipping through the obviously oversized long sleeved shirt with ease. Another beat was skipped when her hands were covered by the length of the shirt, and the stretched collar hanging loosely around her neck. His body betrayed him, though willingly, as his head turned back to face her. She held the long sleeves in her paws and sniffed, as if inhaling his scent. Exactly like how she did when she was a cat.

	“T-That’s better.” He said, although he could feel the heat from her crotch near hers, which was damp as evident to the fact that he could feel it. His nethers was really rebelling now, and he had to take charge.

	But the Nekomata merely looked at him confused, as if trying to understand why he was fidgeting and squirming, his face blushing like a fruit and his once friendly nature replaced with a stuttering mess of a 23 year old. She adjusted herself on his crotch, causing him to flinch. The feeling in which she felt finally made her mind connect the dots. She made a slow grinding motion against it, causing him to flinch again, this time making a soft moan. She could feel it, and even now she was blushing as hard as he is, although her lewd look in her eyes and smile betrayed her innocence.

	And with that, without thinking, the Nekomata leaned forward, the loose shirt showing the cervix between her small breast, her paw still resting on his chest as she inched her face near his, which was now blinking at the sudden invasion of personal space. Her expression was that of want, as if she needed something, something in which Alex had a slight idea of due to the dampness his crotch was getting by another. So, since she was technically in charge due to her position atop him, she did what even her innocent mind was battling her lewd thoughts to prevent her from doing

	She licked his lips.

	“Nya~”


	FIN



	EXTRA: Grossly Incandescent

	Alexander Anonymous shifted in his bed. Through the darkness of his eyes being shut, he felt a heavy weight on his chest. At first he thought of it as nothing but a prank pulled by his Neko friend, but then he remembered it was always the same every morning for the past couple months they’ve been living together. He slowly began to stir awake, opening his eyes ever so slightly to see if he could see the culprit.

	And quickly shut them afterwards.

	He forgot it was the time of year he hated the most; the dreaded summer season. The bright and blinding sun shone through his curtains with ease, illuminating the entire room in an orange and yellow hue. He hated the summer. If it wasn’t the bright sunlight which made waking up harder than it usually was it was the scorching heat that made him wake up in a pool of sweat. And he could already feel his entire body covered in sweat already. Alex mumbled to himself. He was beginning to miss the comfy winter, even though it killed his heater and apparently his A/C. Something in which he should get fixed if he were to survive the summer.

	After letting his eyes adjust, he finally laid his eyes upon the heavy-something he should not tell her if he remembered what his mother told him years ago- culprit. The Neko seemed to be in a deep sleep on his chest, its slow heartbeat felt through her small breasts. A pink tinge began to form on his cheeks. Of course his mind would go straight to that and not anything else. It was all his nethers fault for thinking something lewd when they first met; ever since then his normal caring attitude he had with the Neko has been in a month-long war with his perversion. We didn’t even do anything that day, he thought to himself.

	And yet it was like this almost every night. He’d get tired and decide to go to bed. The Neko, in her cat form which he learned they could do after studying about them, would follow him into the bedroom. She’d snuggle under the sheets with him, falling asleep next to each other like how a normal cat would do sometimes with their owner.

	And then in the morning, he’d wake up to the heavy weight of her sleeping form on top of him, in her Mamono form. May it be her asleep on his chest like how they met, her vertically asleep on him, or the one time she fell asleep backwards, and her firm butt straight in his face.

	He shut his eyes as his blush increased. He thought he forgot all about that, and yet he remembered it so vividly.

	It wasn’t every morning that was like this. Through the protests of his perverted mind and his nethers, one night he told her to sleep on the couch. Something in which he thought only girls said to their husbands. At first she was OK with it considering in the morning she would be in a makeshift hut made of his clothing fast asleep, but then he’d wake up in the morning with her somehow finding a way back into his room and asleep on him once more. Alex always thought that she couldn’t open doors due to her paws, but there’s always a first for everything.

	Though how she managed to unlock the door was a mystery.

	The feeling of her stirring shot him out of his thoughts. He glanced back down to see her small ears begin to swivel. Her claws dug into his shirt, causing him to wince as they scratched against his skin as she stirred. Placing one paw on his chest, she rose upwards, the blanket draped over her slim form. Her brunette hair was longer than it was the first time they met, finally able to cover her small breasts. And yet his cheeks flushed even more as if them being hidden increased the sex appeal. The thin blanket slid off her shoulders, allowing the sun to shine on her fair skin, creating a silhouette on the adjacent wall.

	The Neko raised her right arm in the air, grabbing her bicep with her other as she stretched, her back arching in the golden light. Alex didn’t know where to look. If he glanced at the shadow to look away, it would make the scene more erotic. If he glanced at the window he would be blind; a feeling he wished he was but his nethers were completely against. And if he looked at her and her lewd body which was straddled over his nethers, her ribcage straining against her skin as she stretched and her medium lengthen brown hair which was beginning to be brushed away by gravity to reveal her perky breasts and-

	He glanced at the shadow.

	Alex watched as the silhouette of the Neko stretched backways, her back arching. She was always very flexible, probably since she was part cat. His ears reacted to the cute sound of her yawn, a small meow which was drawn out. He glanced at the corner of his left eye out of curiosity to catch the cute scene of her rubbing one of her eyes with a sleepy look on her face. Once she noticed his gaze, he looked away as quickly as he could back at the shadow.

	“Nyani?” She tilted her head to the side, wondering why the 23 year old below her was blushing and looking away like a child going through puberty. Alex learned after studying that the Nekomata’s, as he learned, were from Zipangu, a place very very far from Steelwater. How one managed to make it here he never knew, but they all spoke Zipangunese. Or Japanese, after he looked at their runes for some time and remembering about his NEET days. And yet she didn’t speak Japanese, but more of broken Japanese.

	Catenese, as he eventually called it.

	“K-Kitty, put on some clothes.” He stuttered, his eyes darting from the shadow to her slim form, his blush deepening. ‘Kitty’, as he eventually began to call her since he couldn’t think of anything else, never wore clothes. Well, she did, he thought to himself. But due to the transformation from Neko to Cat, anything she wore in her Mamono form was too big when she turned into a cat. So every time she’d turn from a Neko to a cat and back, she’d be nude.

	Every. Time.

	He watched as the silhouette lowered itself onto him, and his blush began to overtake his entire face once he felt her breasts press against his chest. He felt a lump in his throat, his eyes trying desperately not to look. He felt her hot breath on his neck, and her hot nethers rubbing against his, as if she was trying to get him riled up. A quick glance and it confirmed his suspicion; she had a smug smile and a blush on her face. He looked away, getting an erotic nyaa from the smug cat.

	Her hips were grinding against his, her warm and now wet nethers rubbing against his morning wood through his pyjama pants. Her soft butt and thighs would rub against his as she grinded. He could feel her nipples begin to get hard, poking against his chest as she grinded, her speed picking up. He was trying to stifle a moan as she continued to jerk him off with her nethers. He was about to say something when he felt a wet sensation on his neck. She was licking him

	Kitty’s tongue began to lick up and down his neck, his stubble beginning to get wet by her rough tongue. He was practically red at this point, and his boner was beginning to pierce his pants. He could feel her breaths begin to feel ragged as she increased speed, her grip against his shirt feeling tighter. She bit his ear, causing him to freeze up, and his heart rate increasing. Did she just find a weakpoint? A moan escaped his lips when he felt his tip press against her entrance, causing him to look at her.

	Her face was as red as his, as if her doing such a lewd activity felt wrong to her as well. Her once smug smile was replaced with that of a need. Her heterochromia eyes were locked with his, looking almost hypnotic. He tried to look away, but it was as if he couldn’t. They both stared at each other, their hot breaths mingling as she moved. And yet, through the blush and her uncontrollable actions, her eyes looked as if they were of sorrow than of lust. He tried to say something, but the only thing that escaped his mouth was a moan. He was about to say something when Kitty raised her chest off his and began to straddle him. She held one of her breasts in one of her paws as her hips grinded harder against his. He could feel himself getting close, and considering how her grinding was getting faster and harder, so was she.

	As quick as he could, Alex flipped her over onto her back on his bed, creating a soft pomf sound. She seemed frozen, as if the quick action had dazed her. He looked down on her slim form, his voice creating a lump in his throat as he was also stunned by the beauty that was beneath him. Her meek form which layed under him, her expression a mix of embarrassment but also of lust as she looked away. Her fur covered arms covered her small breasts, her paws fidgeting as if they were aching to be held. His eyes began to pan down to her nethers, which caused him to blush even harder and look away. But the imprint of her bush and the strand of liquid which linked his and hers never left for a second. He gulped in some air, and spoke.

	“K-Kitty?” His voice cracked, but it was expected.

	“N-Nyaa~?” She looked up at him expectedly, as if waiting for something. They stared at each other for what felt like years, finding each other lost within each other’s eyes. Her cat-like emerald and sapphire eyes, and his hazel eyes.

	“K-Kitty…” He couldn’t speak. Her soft face and features seemed to make him unable to. She bit her lip and looked away, as if embarrassed that they were looking at each other for so long. And yet she would occasionally glance back. She glanced at the silhouette on the wall, of a large shadow of a man holding himself over a meek woman, her head lying on a pillow. She looked back at him, and got lost back in his eyes.

	Alex gulped.

	Kitty gulped.

	Their hearts were racing, pounding against their chests. Every time one would speak, nothing would come out. Everytime one would blink, the other would look away as if realizing how long they’d been staring at each other. But finally, Alex spoke.

	“K-Kitty,” It’s been three times since he’d said her name, and every time his heart would race faster. She looked up at him, as if waiting for him to say more. He gulped. “Kitty…”

	“…Are you in heat?”






	“Nya?” Kitty tilted her head to the side.

	“Are you in heat?” He knew it was roughly about the time a cat would be in heat; he did have a Cheshire for a sister. And considering how she was beginning to avoid eye contact, and fidget her paws, and how her twin tails wouldn’t keep still, it was all the confirmation he needed. Plus, even though she was erotic in mornings, she never went the full mile like today.

	Alex had to move. Considering how she was on top and how meek she was when they switched, she seemed more submissive as a bottom then as a top. He shook his head. Of course his mind would be on full lewd mode now. Through the will of overcoming the urge to stay and procreate, he leapt off the bed and went for the door. Kitty sat there for a moment in confusion, but then it dawned on her. She ran for the door, meowing sorries even though the fact that she was running on all fours  with mad lust in her eyes were more predatory than sorrow. But it was already too late, as Alex made it through the door and closed it behind him, causing her to run straight into the wooden door.

	He gripped the handle and pulled against her trying to open it. He couldn’t lock it considering the lock was inside the room and not outside. Her constant meowing and clawing began to make his grip waver. He remembered what it was like to have to lock his sister in a room when she was in heat and their parents weren’t around to save him. The lewd remarks on how she was going to violate him, the façade of sorrow and crying, and the eventual clawing at the door for hours on end  while sounding like a mad woman before their parents came home and his mother gave her something to occupy her time with while the three of them went to Bob’s Diner to eat for the rest of the day. When he was younger, he didn’t know what the purple looking cylinder was that her mother gave her, but looking back, he had an idea.

	If only he had that today.

	Scratch that, it’s better off he didn’t to avoid questions.

	Alex thought to himself as he ignored the scratching and clawing at his door. Who could he call to help? He couldn’t call his sister since she’s probably in heat as well. His parents could give him advice, but they’d probably push him into going in there to procreate and get kids. They always nagged him about grandchildren.

	He could call Cathy, but she would get curious about why there’s a 5’4” Nekomata in heat in his house. She didn’t like cats either, so that would be a problem in its own right. And she would be especially jealous that there’s a girl in his house. He smiled. He liked Cathy, he really did, and considering how his sister always tried to push his childhood friend together, he’d believe it if she liked him. But they only saw each other as friends and nothing more.

	Well, more of an older sister-younger brother relationship. Although they were friends since they were kids, she was like family.

	All that left was his next-door neighbour. The Yeti he’s had a crush on since preschool. His cheeks flushed just thinking about her; her short, wavy hair, her tanned skin, her bubbly persona. But he couldn’t call her, they barely talked. And not because she hated him, but he was just too shy to talk to her. He was too lost in his thoughts to hear a slight scuffle of leaves coming from outside.

	A knock at the door shot Alex out of his thoughts. It was bright and early, and it was hot. He glanced at the front door at the end of the hallway then back at his door. It seemed that she settled herself down, but just to be sure, he cleared his throat.

	“K-Kitty!” He spoke, addressing the cat on the other side of his bedroom door. “I’m sorry for having to lock you in there, but I have no choice. This has nothing to do with PTSD from when I was younger or anything like that...” He began to trail off. But he cleared his throat.

	“I’m going to answer the door, which means I am going to take my hand off this door.” He looked away, blushing. “P-Please don’t barge out!”

	Smooth, he said to himself. He sounded almost eager for her to barge through the door, as if he wanted her to try and sex him up in some predatory gaze while someone else was beyond the front door. Pervert, he swore to himself. It could be his parents, or the mailman, or, he mentally gasped, the Yeti!

	He ran into the kitchen. There was no possibility that it could be the Yeti, none at all. But what if it was? You filthy pervert, he said to himself, as if his nethers were speaking to him. He grabbed an apron and tied it to his waist to cover his damp pants and his undying boner. To think that if Kitty were to barge out now and restrain him with her lust. To have sex and have to stifle each other’s moans while someone on the other side of the door waited expectedly for someone to answer. His blush deepened. Was he getting turned on by this?

	He slapped his hands on his cheeks. Snap out of it! It’s just your nethers trying to inject lewd thoughts into your mind to smite you for leaving a completely willing woman alone in HIS room. ALONE! He could feel its anger towards him, its rage that he’s ignoring the will to procreate, the prime thing in which he was engineered to do! But the trauma of when he was younger went deep. He clutched the side of the counter as he walked towards the door. He had to focus. It could be anyone. It could be his parents, which would be a good thing. It could be Cathy, which would be a bad thing. Or it could be the Yeti, THE Yeti, which would be even worse. Or it could be his sister.

	He froze.

	Arrrgh, snap out of it! Alex sighed and focused. He had no time for his perversion to take over his mind and corrupt it so it could run rampant like a, well, cat in heat. Appropriate, he said to himself. He slapped his cheeks again. Focus. You have to focus. Alex sighed to himself, trying to lower his heart rate. He’s lucky there’s no Vampire’s in Steelwater or they’d hear where he was .With a gulp, Alex twisted the door handle and opened the large wooden door. He covered his eyes to block the bright light and-

	How did he end up on the floor?

	Alex blinked. One minute he was standing at the door, and the next he was laying on his back on the wooden floor. He expected Cathy to walk in like some sort of sexual tyrannosaurus, but instead he was met with the face of his Nekomata, covered in leaves and wearing a loose fitting shirt. And nothing else. His blush increased as he noticed the predicament his was in. His door was wide open, a lewd and moaning Nekomata lying on his chest, her breasts pressed against him and her perky butt wiggling in the air. Her twin tails danced in the warm air, which blew in a gentle breeze which caused her to moan out.

	“NYANI!?” He screeched. All him neighbors were watching him. Some even taking pictures of her nethers while others began to hoot and give him thumbs up. He tried to cover her nethers with his leg, but all that did was brush against them, causing her to go ridged and moan. All the neighbors hooted and roared. Apparently only the men were awake now.

	At 8 in the morning.

	On a Saturday.

	As if the divine goddess of the sun heard him, he froze as he heard the distinct sound of his next-door neighbor’s door, the sound in which has been imprinted in his mind after being lost in watching her from when he was a kid, began to open. It was the Yeti. It was her.

	Curse you Ra, he said to himself. I know it was you.

	Before he could even hear the sound of one of her fluffy paws hit the cobblestone stairway that led to her front door, Alex kicked his door shut. He didn’t care if it was loud, or if the groans of disappointment from all the neighbours meant he ruined their show. It was for the greater good, he said to himself. He let out a long sigh of relief as he stared up at the ceiling. Crisis: Averted.

	“Nyaa~”

	Oh, right.

	FIN