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(This is a continuation from Beating the Heat: Introduction. This choice was decided by commenters on the first story - check the comments at the bottom to see the options you can choose to continue from here.)

Concluding that it probably makes more sense to take the heat in hand (literally) than ignore it, you reach down and begin to massage between your legs, first gently caressing the fur on your lower abdomen and inner thighs until your hips thrust forward in anticipation, then bringing the focus to your mound. Even puffed up as it is during heat, the mound is soft and squishy, and conforms willingly under the pressure of your fingers as you move them in a circular motion. By the time your hand moves down to slide along your cuntlips, you can already feel them twitching slightly in time with your pulse, your body thrilling to the feeling of your touch as you explore the sensitive ridges. Your hips thrust again, involuntarily, and you have the sudden sensation that you need something inside you, RIGHT NOW.

Almost without thinking, the two fingers in the center of your hand curl inwards, tickling your urethra and causing you to squirm as they quest for the place where your lips spread apart. They find it quickly as the lower edges of your cuntlips coats them with moisture, and they effortlessly spread the lips to either side and press in firmly. You can feel your inner muscles clench as they try to squeeze around your fingers, which continue to curl and quest for a sensitive spot somewhere inside; your outer fingers, meanwhile, continue to lie flat and stroke against your lips, as the palm of your hand nestles firmly into your mound and pushes insistently and repeatedly against your hood, rubbing it across your sensitive clit and sending electric waves of pleasure through the core of your body. Soon, all three of the sensations converge as your fingers find one of the sensitive spots inside and rubs it until it feels just right. Everything feels wonderful as your body responds to the stimulation, and you can feel your pussy twitching in anticipation, but you just can't seem to quite go over the edge into the body-wracking orgasm you need for satiation. While on a normal day you can usually bring yourself to orgasm, even though you rarely have the desire, now the curse of heat rears its ugly head; while the heat makes you more sensitive all over, it also subtly shifts how the stimulation works. You can pleasure yourself all you want, but you are forced to acknowledge that if you want that desired relief, you will need something else: the feel of a man pressing his weight against you, a thick cock to stretch your walls and scratch that itch deep inside, and some kind of ridges, hooks or spines to rake against you and give you the release of being bred. Of course, being bred leads to other consequences, and you're still debating whether or not you want that right now.

After a few more minutes, squirming on the bed and pawing at your breasts and thighs in one last desperate attempt at a climax, you finally give up. At least the pleasure makes you feel slightly calmer, although the tingling has hardly abated. All you really manage to achieve is to greatly increase the size of the wet spot on the sheets. Since the sheets are already a mess, you use a dry corner of them to mop up between your legs. You know that the masturbation has made you quite sensitive, so much so that underwear might be uncomfortably distracting, so you head into the kitchen naked to make yourself some breakfast.

You enter the kitchen and set a pan atop the magically stoked flames in the fire pit, warming up a slab of cured meat until it begins to sizzle in its own fat. You are more of a carnivore than other species, and so you forgo the traditional slabs of bread that might surround it and simply flop the meat onto a platter, extending your claws to grab the still-hot meat and rip chunks out of it with your sharp teeth. Your teeth are highly efficient at taking on any type of meat, even live prey; as a result, only someone incredibly brave or incredibly stupid would dare to ask you for a blowjob! To compensate, though, you know that you can give a very nice tongue bath, your long, slightly raspy tongue gliding along a nice, firm pole, your saliva leaving it glistening as it stands at attention, ready to plunge into your eager folds as you moan in ecstacy...

You shake your head violently, trying to clear the thought from your head, even as you feel a twitch from between your legs. Heat, you know, can affect the mind as it does the body, and unless you concentrate it will be easy for your mind to drift back to thoughts of an amorous, or at least starkly lustful, nature.

You finish your meat, enjoying how it resists just enough as your teeth tear into it, a flavorful blend of salt, spices, and delectable protein. While your species is technically capable of being omnivorous, during heat especially you can't seem to help but crave meat, and lots of it, when it starts. As it progresses, your body will happily forget about eating in favor of... other pursuits, so it's only natural to load up on as much energy as you can now. In fact, you still feel almost as hungry as you did when you started, so you toss on a couple more slabs and dig into them vigorously as you contemplate what you want to do.

You could always stay home and try to wait it out, frustrating though that might be, and hope that no one notices your condition; the trouble is, even if you can somehow resist the heat, there's a good chance you'll run out of food in the house before then, and have to go out shopping when your heat is fully primed... and you know how that will turn out. On the other hand, you could get dressed and head out, although you know that when you're in heat, doing just about anything at all has the distinct possibility of leading to a cock being buried deep inside you, a situation that parts of you at least are already happily anticipating.