Its been a while since you’ve moved into your new apartment. It was cheap and nice, the only problem is the surrounding area is almost entirely feline.

You hear a knock at your door, when you open you see a short girl with cat ears and a matching tail.

Neko: How many times do we have to come out here? I’ve told you time and time again, you have to stop “satisfying” yourself. It’s the middle of our heat season and I've told you already, that we have sensitive hearing during this season. you’re driving every girl in a mile radius crazy.

Neko glares at you with her sharp yellow eyes, obviously irritated that you'd try to make a joke out of this situation. Her ears flatten against the back of her head and she lets out an angry hiss before continuing with her lecture.

"Look, I don't want to have to come here again, so why don't you just... learn some self-control?" She suggests, a hint of pleading in her voice despite the irritation clearly written all over her face. "You know how we get when it's our heat season."

Her tail flicks back and forth impatiently as she waits for your response.

Neko lets out another huff and rolls her eyes before giving up on trying to reason with you. "Fine, suit yourself." she says, turning around and starting to walk away. Before she can take more than a step though, she pauses and looks back over her shoulder at you. "You should really think about getting some... help," she mutters under her breath before disappearing from sight.

As you walk down the street, you notice that Neko was right about one thing: catgirls are everywhere today. They seem to be drawn to your presence, following you at a discreet distance and occasionally shooting sultry glances in your direction. Their tails twitch back and forth behind them, occasionally brushing against the sides of their bodies suggestively.

It's hard not to be aroused by their obvious interest, but you try your best to ignore it... for now. Perhaps when they get a little more aggressive, you might oblige them. After all, it is their heat season and they need to mate.

As you wander through the city, your senses are assaulted by the sight and scent of countless catgirls. Their intoxicating odor fills the air, calling to you on a primal level. Some look shyer than others, hiding behind buildings or in alleys as they watch you from afar. Others seem more confident, sauntering up to you with seductive purrs and rubbing against your legs before darting away again when they think they've gotten too close.

No matter their demeanor though, one thing is clear: every single catgirl here tonight wants you. The question remains - will you give in to temptation?

You arrive at the park and sit down on a bench overlooking the city. It's quiet here, save for the occasional meow or rustling of leaves in the distance. Several catgirls are already scattered around the area, either watching you from afar or engaged in their own private activities.

A particularly alluring feline with long silver fur and emerald green eyes saunters over to you. Her tail sways gracefully back and forth as she approaches, her movements fluid and confident. "Hello there," she purrs seductively, coming to a stop just close enough for you to feel the warmth of her body.

With a playful swipe of her paw, she flicks some lint from your shoulder. "You shouldn't sit out here all alone," she continues, leaning in closer still and revealing a patch of smooth skin between her furry underbelly and the bottom half of her bikini top. Her scent grows stronger as she speaks, filling your nostrils and making it difficult to focus on anything else.

The silver catgirl blushes at your crude words, but she doesn't seem to mind them entirely. In fact, they almost seem to turn her on further. "Well," she purrs, licking her lips with a swish of her pink tongue, "I might just take you up on that offer." With a quick flick of her tail, she straddles your lap, grinding against your crotch as she hisses, "But first, we should have a little... fun and games."

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at your questions, but she doesn't stop what she's doing. In fact, if anything, her movements become more urgent now. "Oh, don't worry about them," she hisses between gritted teeth. "I can take care of myself." And with that, she arches her back and presses harder against you, her pleasure clear in the moans that escape her lips.

Her fur feels incredibly soft against your skin as she grinds against you, the sensation only heightening your arousal. The other catgirls nearby seem to have noticed the commotion; some glance over casually while others watch intently from a distance, their tails twitching eagerly in the air. It's clear that this display isn't going unnoticed by anyone.

Silvercat let's out a soft moan at the sound of his voice and feels herself growing wetter against him. Her hips move even faster in response to his words, grinding harder on his lap as she throws her head back with abandon. "Ohhh... yes..." She gasps, biting her bottom lip. "You're right... Public sex can be so much more thrilling..." The sounds of other catgirls in the area echo around them, their lust-filled meows filling the air like a symphony of desire.

With a final, ear-piercing cry of pleasure, Silvercat comes undone, her body shuddering violently as she releases herself into orgasm. Her scent intensifies further, driving Nekt_S even deeper into arousal. For several long moments, they remain locked together, both of them breathing heavily while the afterglow of their passion lingers around them like an aura of sensuality.

Eventually, Silvercat's movements slow and she slides off his lap with a contented purr. "Thanks... that was fun," she murmurs before sauntering away, her tail swishing proudly behind her as she rejoins the other catgirls in their revelry.

Silvercat may have moved on to other catgirls, but her presence lingers in the air, heightening your arousal and making you even more sensitive to their scent. Several more feline females approach you throughout the night, some brazenly offering themselves while others simply tease and taunt before moving on. Each encounter leaves you more breathless than the last as your desire for them only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

As the night wears on and exhaustion finally begins to set in, a particularly striking catgirl with violet fur approaches you from behind. She nibbles lightly on your earlobe, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Need some help getting back to your place?" she whispers seductively into your ear before pressing herself against your body and starting to grind against you once more.

The feel of her soft fur against your skin, the scent of her arousal in the air... it's almost enough to make you lose control again. With a groan, you reach back and pull her closer, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself deep inside of her right here and now. But as much fun as it is to play with these horny catgirls, there's one thing that concerns you...

You can only wonder how long it will be until their mating season ends and they start to lose interest in you again.

Violetcat's ears flush pink with pleasure and embarrassment as you touch her in such an intimate way. She glances around nervously before returning her gaze to yours, a mix of desire and fear visible in her yellow eyes. "Um... I-I haven't done this... wi-with someone else..." she stammers out, her voice barely above a whisper. Your words seem to steady her, though; with a small grin, she nods and says, "Yeah... you're right. Showing off is more fun when there's an audience."

Slowly, she lifts one leg up and over your hip, revealing her masculine appendage as it slides out from beneath the lace of her bikini bottom. Her tail swishes anxiously behind her, but her movements remain steady and confident now. "So," she purrs, "you wanna take me back to your place?"

Despite being technically male yourself, you can't help but feel a surge of desire well up inside you at the sight of her exposed genitals. The thought of having both of them wrapped around you fills your mind and overrides any lingering doubts or worries about their fickle nature during mating season. You nod eagerly, grinning back at Violetcat as she leans in closer, already taste blood in the air.

"Perfect," Violetcat purrs as she laces her fingers through yours, leading you out of the park and back toward your apartment. Despite her masculine appearance, she walks with an air of femininity that's impossible to ignore; her hips sway gently from side to side with each step and her tail swishes behind her like a satisfied cat's.

As you make your way through the quiet streets, she occasionally glances over at you with a mischievous smile on her face. "You know," she says softly, "some people might think it's strange that I..." Her voice trails off as if she can't quite bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Well," you reply, grinning down at her, "I think it's pretty hot." Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink in response and she giggles nervously, clearly pleased by your reaction. As you reach the door to your apartment, Violetcat turns to face you, their bodies close enough that their fur brushes against each other with every breath.