Your Heat (F/Solo, 2nd Person)
A very short (646 words) short scene that I wrote a while ago, and just decided to do some light polishing and publish.
No specific species, but you are a female anthro of some type.
I would LOVE suggestions/critiques here.
You are walking through your apartment when a sudden twinge in your nethers catches you by surprise, and your heart starts to speed up.
Your breathing turns to a light panting as your body begins to feel warm, your clothing stifling. Another twinge, then the warmth starts to increase in intensity, your nipples hardening and tail starting to flex upwards without conscious thought.
You pull off your shirt, letting the cool air hit your bare torso, but that doesn't seem to help reduce the heat wrapping itself around you, your head feeling like its stuffed with cotton, your mind feeling like it's wrapped in a warm blanket.
You lift up a hand out to touch one of your breasts as light ache starts to spread from your stiffened nipples through the bountiful flesh, only to let out a soft gasp of surprise as unexpected pleasure radiates from your touch, making you bite your lip.
You bring your other hand up, closing your eyes as each hand cups a breast, enjoying the feeling the warm flesh overflow your palms as you begin to rub gently, trying to massage the soreness out of your mammaries.
The rubbing only seems to make the warmth inside your body grow even hotter, and something deep inside your lower body feels like it catches fire, the flames rapidly spreading through you. Through the warm haze, a lucid thought rings through your mind, that you're somehow in heat, but any further thoughts are silenced by your soft moans as one of your fingers tweaks a nipple, and the ache of your nethers begins to grow and demand attention.
Reluctantly, you pull one hand away from a breast to rub your crotch through your pants, and despite the sudden spike of pleasure as you stimulate your lower lips, you realize that the fabric of your pants is damp.
Mentally stumbling through the mental haze, you manage to pull your other hand from your breast, your normally dexterous fingers fumbling to undo your button and zipper. You manage the task, only to find it difficult to shimmy your pants and panties off, as if your wide hips and pert rump had grown larger, before finally letting the clothing fall to your feet as you stand naked.
You feel your fluids, a liquid sign of your need, begin to run down your thigh slowly now that your clothing is no longer in the way, and you feel your crotch pulse with another twinge. Your slit feels needy and empty, and you slide a finger downwards to fill into yourself. Your vaginal muscles instinctively clench down as your finger slides in, trying to pull it forward, but one finger isn't enough.
You stumble to the ground, landing on your bountiful rump with your knees apart, sitting upright only by planting on hand on the ground, while the other probes your needy nethers. Your gasps and whines come quicker and louder, your chest heaving with each breath as the stimulation causes your entire body to quiver with pleasure. Fluids continue to seep out of your slit, coating your fingers and matting the fur of your thighs, but the heat is not abated, no matter how many orgasms you give yourself.
It is all you can manage to just simply sit there, toying with yourself, a slave to the demanding heat that has hit your body, searching in vain for a final release that you know can only be provided by a cock, a males seed rushing to your womb and taking root inside. Only when your body is ready to swell with children will this heat leave you.
What thoughts you have, between the screams of pleasure your body shouts out and the heat-powered fantasies of being knocked up and bred by any number of men, are solely that you hope someone finds you and satisfies your heat.