Stray Cat: Part One
Naoka slipped through the narrow, crowded back streets of Grayburn. She'd been a street urchin in the city for as long as she could remember and knew the streets better than the back of her hand. Her life on the streets had been a tough one where she'd had to fight, lie, and steal to stay alive, with no one other than herself caring if survived to the next night.
Those of her age who had grown up on the streets with her should have been her compatriots and allies, but they never had been. They'd often complained that
her
life was easier than theirs because of her race. Most of them were Humans, while she was a Kittaran.
"You're cute," they'd grumble. "Those furry cat ears and tail! People give you scraps and pet you like you're a stray cat. You're
NEVER
as hungry as us if you're willing to debase yourself a little and act the kitten." After that they had all mockingly called her "Stray Cat". Even though she always tried to correct them no one seemed to care that her real name was Naoka.
Life had been tough growing up on the streets and she'd known it would only get tougher once she came of age. She'd seen her fellow street urchins change as they got older, watched them slowly grow into the physical urges and needs that came with growing up. She'd struggled to understand the changes she saw in them, knowing she wouldn't understand till the change came for her.
As a Kittaran it would happen differently, she knew that thanks to a few brief interactions she'd had with older Kittarans throughout her life. Her race didn't hit puberty like most others did, allowing them to ease turbulently into their sexuality. Once of age she'd be able to go into heat, although what caused that to happen was a mystery to her. She just knew while
NOT
in heat anything sexual would remain a mystery to her, leaving her biologically unable to understand such feelings while seeing them expressed in others would just confuse her. But once she entered heat...
THEN
she'd understand. And from the ominous things other Kittarans had told her she knew it would be all she'd be able to think of.
The day she'd both dreaded and looked forward to had finally arrived. She was of age now even though she still looked much like the rag-covered street urchin she'd been up till that point. But now she was a "woman grown" as was often said, with her sexual needs exploding and overtaking her as she entered heat for the first time.
It had been a week since it started. She'd been struggling to deal with these new, powerful urges alone so far. She'd not liked the others she'd grown up with and they'd not liked her, so Naoka avoided them more than normal, not wanting to give in to her urges with one of
THEM
.
Besides, most of them were boys and she'd quickly discovered that she had no sexual interest in males. It was girls that interested her. It was the women she watched from hiding places that made her purr with excitement.
That purring was something else she was having to get used to. Before she went into heat she'd always acted and felt like any other person. Sure, she had furry cat ears and a long tail that sometimes betrayed her emotions, but she never acted like the animal most expected her to act.
But the blossoming of her sexuality had brought other changes. When happy or excited she purred like a cat. Her ears and tail were more expressive. She often found herself wanting to run or crawl on all fours, something that had felt odd at first but had become more natural as the days passed.
She'd become more agile as well, finding it easier to leap and climb farther. The Kittaran had also discovered that her nails were claws that could be extended. That had surprised her most of all as she'd not known that Kittarans could do that.
The discovery had left her wondering what else she didn't know about her race. She'd only met a few other members and only interacted with each for a brief conversation or two.
Even as being a Kittaran seemed to become more of a boon Naoka strove to keep her race hidden. Over her rags she wore a thick, tattered cloak with the hood pulled up over her head. The outfit hid her race, allowing her to blend into the background of the city. With her furry cat ears obscured and her tail tucked away she was just one of the countless street urchins or paupers that filled the streets and alleys, filth in the background of the lives of the city's more affluent members.
The city had taught Naoka a lot of hard lessons, one of which was that it was always best to be as unobtrusive in the wealthy citizens' lives as possible. That was why she stuck to the back alleys and side streets as much as she could when traversing the city. If the poor got in the way of the rich, or even just dirtied up their streets, there would be consequences.
It wasn't always possible for Naoka to get where she needed to go without having to pass through the main roadways that ran through the heart of the city. Normally she was good at doing so quickly, ensuring her presence was barely noticed. She knew that if she
WAS
noticed there would be a good chance one of the town's guards would hassle her.
But on that day Naoka was distracted. Her mind was flitting between thoughts and feelings she was struggling to deal with. Flashes of women she'd passed on the streets that had left her flustered with desire.
Many women in the city wore outfits that accented and showed off their most feminine curves. Those tantalizing displays of softness had helped the Kittaran discover she had a lustful weakness for large breasts. When her mind dwelt on mounds of jiggling soft flesh pushed up by corsets and almost overflowing out of dresses she would find her mouth watering.
She wasn't sure exactly
WHAT
she'd do with another woman's breasts should she have access to them. Her own breasts were rather small, just barely enough to feel. When frustration and arousal had overtaken her and she'd been in a private enough place she'd spent many,
MANY
hours recently toying with her small breasts as she tried to imagine all the indecent things she'd do to a more well-endowed woman.
One particular memory was stuck in her mind as Naoka left a back alley and moved out onto a main road. She'd been perched atop a building, watching the outdoor dining tables in front of a tavern. From her hidden spot she'd watched a plump serving wench with prominent breasts bending over to place two tankards of ale on a table. The black void between her cleavage had sucked in all of Naoka's attention and heated her insides in a way she found enjoyable but alarming.
As the vivid memory played through her mind she had intended to cross the road once there was a space between the carriages and horses filling it. But the distracting memory had only allowed her to see the road ahead of her and
NOT
the busy walkway full of pedestrians on the side of the road she walked distractedly into.
The young Kittaran ran right into someone, slamming into them hard enough to knock them over onto their back. Caught off guard, Naoka tumbled down on top of them, landing on them and pinning them to the ground. Her focus was pulled instantly away from the lewd memory running through her head and back to her immediate surroundings.
As she landed on top of the woman she took in the fine clothing she was wearing. It was a noblewoman. She'd just knocked a noblewoman down! Naoka felt a flash of panic knowing that if the woman interpreted the accidental impact as some kind of intentional assault things could grow dire for her. Even if the woman recognized the impact as an accident she could still call the guards and have Naoka punished!
I have to get off her. I have to get up and apologize. Grovel. Debase myself and beg for her mercy.
Before she could do any of that she realized how she'd landed on the woman as they'd fallen to the ground. The woman was lying on her back, with Naoka on top of her. The Kittaran loomed over her, hands braced on her chest.
On her breasts.
Naoka blinked, staring at the overlarge mounds of dense, soft, breast flesh she was leaning into. To her horror she realized she was purring loudly and massaging the woman's over-large breasts, almost like she was kneading them.
The Kittaran was horrified by what she was doing but found herself unable to stop. She couldn't even pull her eyes away from the woman's cleavage which, if not for the way Naoka was grabbing and kneading them, might have spilled out of her corset thanks to the way she was pinned on the ground.
"I think you've got something on your chest, Madelynn," a woman looming above the two on the ground said with an amused chuckle.
Naoka glanced at the woman who had spoken and saw she was dressed similarly to the woman she was on top of.
"It seems I do, Selwyn," the woman Naoka was on top of said with an equally amused laugh. "A horny little kitty who seems quite taken with my bosom."
The word "kitty" brought Naoka back to herself. She'd always
HATED
being referred to as "kitty", "cat", or "feline". She was a person,
NOT
a cat. She did all she could to hide she was a Kittaran most of the time, keeping her long tail tucked uncomfortably into her raggedy pants and hiding her furry ears under the hood of her tattered cloak.
Naoka realized that when she'd bumped into the woman and knocked her over her tail had slipped out of her pants and her hood had fallen off. She was now painfully aware of her tail lashing and vibrating behind her in an open display of agitated excitement for anyone who knew how to read such feline body language.
"I'm so sorry," Naoka muttered, finally releasing her hold on the woman's breasts. "I wasn't looking where I was going and-"
"Hush," the woman standing beside them said, kindly but firmly grabbing hold of Naoka's upper arm and helping the Kittaran off her friend. "It was an accident, nothing more."
"And perhaps it was I, not you, who was not watching where she was going," the other woman said as she got up from the ground.
Naoka's eyes darted between the two women, barely noticing that the one who had helped her up had
NOT
released her grip on her arm.
They were the most stunning, beautiful, and sexually arousing women the young Kittaran had ever seen. Both were tall Humans with curvaceous builds. Wide hips. Thick, meaty asses revealed by tight pants. Over-large breasts pressed up and displayed prominently by tight corsets.
