Downward Dog Epilogue: Feline Heat

"Come on, you're not serious," said Jackie Song with a flirty grin, twirling a silky strand of coal-black hair around one finger, "It can't be that big!"

Dan Carson gave her a cocky smile and shrugged. "Well, you'll just have to take my word for it... Unless you can think of some way I could prove it to you?" The big muscly idiot was trying to play coy, but it was easy to tell that just under the surface he was as excited as a kid on Christmas.

"Hmmmm," said Jackie, pressing a finger to her plump lips in a pensive gesture, "I can think of one or two ways you could show me..."

Dan looked like he was about to faint from the sudden rush of blood downward from his brain. Jackie idly wondered if he was stupid enough to believe he was manipulating her, or if he just didn't care that he was wrapped around her finger.

Well, it hardly mattered. No matter who he thought had the upper hand, Dan would end up doing whatever Jackie wanted. Boys were easy. They thought with their cocks, and even at eighteen, Jackie could already manipulate men deftly with hardly any effort at all.

Boys were so sex obsessed that it was honestly kind of pathetic. Dan was dating one of Jackie's "friends", but just a little kinky talk and he was willing to toss it all away for a sniff of Jackie's tight young pussy.

Jackie's motivation was simple this time. She needed someone suitably tall and popular as a prom date, and Dan's girlfriend Jessica had been a little bitchy lately. That was all that it took; Jackie made a minimal effort and now Dan was hers to play with until she got bored of him.

"Miss Song!" snapped a deep, confident voice from the front of the class, "I hate to interrupt your important conversation, but I'm trying to teach a class up here!"

The flirty smile on Jackie's face froze into haughty politeness as she turned to the front of the room, where Coach Tucker stood in front of a slide about contraceptives. Jackie's eyes flicked contemptuously over the older man. Coach Tucker was the boys' basketball coach. Not a bad-looking man, for his age. Chiseled face, decent body, a sort of silver fox charm in the right light. As usual, he had been roped into teaching health class this year, a task that he accomplished with all the awkward stiffness that male gym teachers usually had when discussing sex with teenagers.

Who did this asshole think he was, trying to embarrass Jackie Song in front of her peers? Jackie's thoughts aligned with what she had just been thinking about men... Coach Tucker was a boy just like the dumb high school jocks that Jackie easily wrapped around her finger. Why not have a little fun with him, and put her flirting skills to the test? Coach was about to discover that public embarrassment was a two-way street.

"Oh coach," said Jackie in a light tone, "I think I have all of this material down! You see..." she leaned forward, letting her shirt fall loosely open for the coach's wandering gaze. Her eyes glittered with sultry amusement, "I'm practically an expert when it comes to sex."

The class of students oohed and the coach frowned in confusion at Jackie's inappropriate statement. The older man wasn't quite able to stop his eyes from dipping toward her displayed cleavage, Jackie noted with delight. A sudden flush of color rose in his cheeks. Bingo! Men were all just perverts at heart, thinking about sex all the time. Every one of them.

But Coach wouldn't back down that easily. He visibly rallied, his face pulling into a scowl.

"You say that Miss Song, but so do thousands of high school girls every year who end up pregnant. You've never been pregnant, so I'm sure you still have a thing or two to learn about the process... and how to avoid it." said the coach doggedly, staring at a point above Jackie's left ear to avoid her eyes.

The class turned back to Jackie with eager anticipation to hear her retort. Well, if they wanted a show, that's what they were going to get. No one crossed Jackie Song. Not even teachers.

"Pregnant?" asked Jackie with an incredulous snort, "Obviously not. Like I would ever let a boy do that to me... But the fact that I've never been knocked up, despite all my... experience, well it just goes to show how much I know about the process, wouldn't you think?" Her voice had dropped to a sultry purr, and Jackie noticed Coach Tucker visibly gulp. This would be even easier than she thought.

The coach opened his mouth to reply, but Jackie cut him off. "Shhh! You said that I don't know about this stuff, coach. so now you get to listen while I prove you wrong." Jackie stood from her desk in a slow, unhurried stretch, taking care to showcase her long, shapely legs and lithe, slim body. She caught the coach's eyes wandering despite himself once again. Just one or two hints at her sexual activities and a little stretching, and she held an adult man in the palm of her hand. Boys were sooooo easy.

"See, coach, my Dad breeds dogs as a hobby back in China," said Jackie in a low, smoldering voice, as she walked slowly to the front of his room, hips swaying, one foot in front of the other. The class watched her with keen interest as the coach's mouth fell open, speechless as he watched his eighteen-year-old student approach with slinky, sexual grace. "So, you could say I got a vivid, crystal clear lesson on the birds and the bees. I've seen the whole messy process of pregnancy happen on the sort of primal, animalistic level that humans just can't reach," continued Jackie in a calm, confident voice.

She reached the front of the class and now stared up into her teacher's wide, reluctantly-aroused eyes.

"It does work a little differently for animals," whispered Jackie, just loud enough for the fascinated class to catch. "Dogs, cats... even cows, they all go through something called "estrus". Or, as most people know it... "heat"." Jackie reached out and trailed a finger down Coach Tucker's face. He could have moved away, but at this point, it was too late for that. He was already caught in Jackie's web. She could see it in his eyes. He was fighting desperately to hold control of his libido despite the purring, teasing little sex kitten trying to rile him up.

He was losing.

"When a female animal is in heat, coach," purred Jackie, "She can only think about one thing. She wants a big, strong male to hold her down... take her... conquer her..." Jackie moved forward and, belatedly, the coach backed up until his knees hit the back of his chair and he sat down heavily. "... Fill her full of hot, thick..."

"J-jackie!" gasped the coach in a cracked voice, pressing himself back into his chair in an instinctual attempt to avoid the sexually aggressive teen now looming above him.

"Oops," said Jackie with a giggle. "I got a little carried away there, huh? The point is, coach, that I know aaaaallll about pregnancy and the process that leads to it. The animal world is a fascinating parallel to how humans behave, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah," agreed the coach in a stunned, nervous voice.

"I'm glad you think so too!" said Jackie sweetly, turning back toward her desk and leaving the humiliated coach sitting at the front of the class with an obvious erection tenting the front of his Khaki pants.

"Why don't... why don't you all just have the remainder of the period as quiet study time?: said Coach Tucker miserably, rolling his chair behind his desk to hide his shameful erection. Jackie smirked in triumph as she sat back in her desk like a queen on her throne.

Men were so obsessed with sex that even a teacher was just no match. Just the thought of heat and breeding in connection with his cute young student had gotten the old pervert all hot and bothered. Being a slave to their horny instincts was what made all men a joke in Jackie's eyes.

Boys were fun to play with, but Jackie would never consider an equal relationship with one. And she would especially never allow a boy to get her pregnant. She had been telling the truth about learning a lot from her father's dog breeding hobby. She had learned that breeding is a primal act of masculine dominance and feminine submission.

Maybe when she was older, she would consider adopting. But let a man cum inside her and make her swell up with his baby? Never.

Jackie turned to the dumb boy next to her, his eyes hazy with lust.

'Where were we, handsome?"

...

Jackie Song delicately licked her wrist and dragged it along the side of her head, grooming her long silky hair with apparent nonchalance.

Inside, she was a tightly wound ball of frustration, jealousy, and growing, unsatisfied arousal.

It just wasn't fair! Even though the stupid, big-titted puppy had already had one-on-one private time with master three times this week, for some reason Heather was spending the night alone with Lucas AGAIN! And all that Jackie had only been allowed to join one threesome on Tuesday night.

Jackie leaped down from the couch, the little bell on her collar jingling and her lithe naked body gleaming in the dim light of the living room. She approached the door of her master's bedroom, looking away from it as if she didn't care at all. She sat primly at the door, curling her legs neatly beneath her and grooming herself some more.

She wasn't listening in... this was just a comfortable grooming spot. But she did happen to hear the passionate sounds filtering through the door. Wet slaps... panting moans from the puppy... rough, heated commands in her master's voice that sent a tingle through Jackie's neglected pussy even though she couldn't make out the words...

A desperate pang of longing shot through Jackie, and she could feel her pussy moistening beneath her. She would never show it of course (she had too much pride for that), but she lived for her master's touch... for his strong cock filling and stretching her as his manly bulk pinned her petite form down.

Jackie knew that she hadn't always thought that way... Once upon a time, Lucas Brandt had felt more like a toy to her than a beloved master. But then, one day, she started recognizing how smart Lucas was... how handsome. After that, doing whatever she could to please him just felt natural.

She also hadn't always been a cat. That was a little harder to explain. Whenever Jackie tried to think about it too hard, her brain felt all fuzzy. Hadn't she always planned to be a rich, powerful socialite, living large on her parents' money? The idea felt laughable now. Being a pampered, spoiled-rotten kitty-cat for her beloved master just felt so much more simple and fulfilling.

At least, it was normally fulfilling. Her face reddening with embarrassment, Jackie reached out and scratched at the bedroom door. A pathetic display of her neediness, but she couldn't help it. She felt a burning, empty feeling in her moistening pussy that she could no longer ignore. She needed to get spoiled once again by her master's thick cock, and she just couldn't wait.

There was no reply from inside the room, just more muffled sounds of passionate sex. In desperation, Jackie lay on her back facing the door. She spread her slim legs wide, exposing her tight young pussy, glistening and puffy with arousal. Her heart thudding in her chest and her face blush-stained, she began petting and rubbing herself frantically, chasing the elusive sexual pleasure she craved while imagining her kind, strong master.

Soon, just as she had hoped, sweet sounds of pleasure poured from her throat, genuine and passionate. She held nothing back as her greedy fingers continued to plunge and rub. With slutty enthusiasm, the horny kitty loudly advertised her sexual availability with wild moans. If she could hear her master and that slutty puppy Heather fucking from behind the door, they must hear her as well... Surely her master would hear how lonely his little kitten was and welcome her inside. After all, she was sooo much better than that chubby, big-breasted puppy that master kept spending all his time with.

But it was no use. Although Jackie was able to drive herself to orgasm without difficulty, even her yowls of orgasmic pleasure weren't enough to open the door. Her pussy clenched around her fingers for yet another night while her curvy rival got to enjoy the master's cock. After lying back for a moment, panting and sweating as her orgasmic glow faded, Jackie returned to the couch and curled up in a sulk.

There was something going on... and Jackie refused to accept that her master simply liked Heather better.

Jackie had always been smart and wily, even long before she had become a pet. She knew that, with a little effort, she would be able to find out why her master was spending so much time with Heather all alone.

But it wouldn't do to ask him directly. For one, Jackie didn't want her master to know how desperate she was for his approval. Like any cat, she preferred that her master believe that she barely tolerated his affection. More importantly, Jackie knew that it was always more effective to go after the weak link when you wanted information.

It was time to corner the mutt.

...

Jackie got her opportunity when Master left the house the next day to go shopping. Like usual, he left with a stern command for his "two ladies" not to fight while he was gone. And, also as usual, Heather slavishly, eagerly agreed, her wide plump backside wiggling and her tongue panting and dripping.

Jackie merely said she "would try" in a cool, disinterested voice from where she was curled up on the couch. Master shot her a warning look, which she returned with a saucy wink. She knew that master secretly loved it when she talked back like a brat. When Master left, Heather scurried to her food bowl and Jackie took her opportunity, slinking up behind the happy puppy with silent grace.

The best way to deal with Heather was to get her all hot and flustered... With a thrill of aroused cruelty, Jackie snuck up behind her curvy older rival and extended her wicked little tongue, giving the puppy a long, teasing lick right between her squishy thighs.

Heather yelped in shock and whirled around. "Hey!" she barked, her face instantly flushing red, "Stop that, you naughty cat. Master told you to leave me alone, remember?" Jackie smiled with glittering eyes. Heather was trying to act tough, but Jackie could tell by Heather's high-pitched tone and the rapidly stiffening pink nipples on the tips of her big, hanging tits that, as usual, the poor little puppy was having a hard time controlling her arousal around her feline enemy.

"Hmmm, no, puppy," said Jackie thoughtfully, prowling around Heather in a tight circle to show that she wasn't intimidated by the older woman's bravado, "He said we couldn't fight. He never said anything about... playing together." Jackie punctuated her sentence by rubbing her face affectionately against the soft pale skin of Heather's bare hip, making the poor horny puppy squirm away with uncomfortable arousal.

Jackie and Heather's sexual relationship was complex but undeniably passionate. Jackie didn't love or respect Heather in the same way she did her master, but there was something deliciously erotic about teasing the dumb mutt. The antagonistic sexual play-fighting they engaged in was satisfying in a different way than the submissive, devoted service Jackie gave her Master. And Although Heather insisted she wasn't attracted to Jackie, her physical responses and enthusiastic participation in their romps made it clear that she secretly enjoyed their sex games just as much as Jackie did.

"I don't know if I want to play," said Heather with a slight tone of smugness, despite her obvious, growing arousal, "I'm all tired out from last night."

Bingo. Jackie painted her face with annoyance, but this was exactly what she was aiming for. The silly puppy was miserable at keeping secrets, and Jacke knew that it wouldn't take much prompting to convince Heather to brag about the special attention she had been getting.

"I heard..." said Jackie sourly. She nuzzled Heather's face briefly, then snuck a quick, hot little kiss onto the puppy's lips. Ugh. She tasted like dog food. "Based on the sounds I heard last night, you must be all sore!"

Jackie brought her lips right up to Heather's ear. "I heard you and Master again this morning... Maybe my tongue can soothe your soreness while I get a taste of some... fresh cream?"

Heather looked suspicious. Jackie wasn't known for spontaneously offering sexual services to her master's other pet... But Heather was still riding high from her evening with the master, and the opportunity to receive submissive attention from the bitchy little kitten was an offer she couldn't refuse. Heather raised her wide, round backside up into the air, presenting it to Jackie's wicked tongue.

Jackie pounced, raising her hands to spread Heather's thighs wider and lowering her mouth to suck and lick Heather's exposed pussy. The lying little mutt.. she was soaking wet even from the minor amount of teasing Jackie had put her through. And, just as Jackie expected, there was a musky, manly, salty taste there as well...

Master. It was a little humiliating to taste him while tongue-deep in her rival, but Jackie was sexually frustrated enough that she was willing to take whatever connection she could get to her favorite person. She allowed herself a moment of savoring her master's taste in Heather's pussy while the puppy whined and trembled in pleasure beneath her.

But then it was time for business. Jackie hadn't proposed this cunnilingus in order to be nice, of course. Now that she had the annoying mutt under her tongue, Jackie had the leverage she needed to force some answers out of her.

"So... it looks like Master is trying really hard to make you feel special..." said Jackie in between slurping licks. Heather turned her head and looked back with a frown. Jackie did her best to look innocent, burying her face into Heather's pussy once again.

"I do feel special. I mean, I am special to master. To my husband," said Heather, pride and defensiveness warring in her tone.

Jackie shrugged, rising from her sloppy task just long enough to add, "Why do you think he feels like he needs to reassure you? Because you're getting chunky?" It was a lie of course. Although her body was as lush and curvy as ever, Heather was probably slimmer than she had been before she became a puppy girl, just from her change in diet and all the fetch she played alone. But Jackie's lithe, toned femininity was something that she knew Heather envied, so it was an easy go-to taunt that usually got results.

But, oddly, this time Heather didn't rise to the bait. She simply gave an uncharacteristic, secretive chuckle and pressed her plush rump back into Jackie, nestling the younger woman's face deeper into her hot, wet pussy.

"Master was right!" said Heather with a tone of deep amusement. "He said the kitty would be dying of curiosity. Well, keep wondering, kitty-cat. What me and my husband do behind closed doors is our secret."

Jackie flexed her fingers against Heather's soft buttcheeks in frustration. Now she really did need to know, if it was something Master was deliberately keeping a secret from her! Luckily, subtlety wasn't the only tool she had available...

Jackie dived deeply into Heather's pussy, wiggling her tongue like mad. Her hand shifted over, rubbing a thumb firmly over Heather's exposed, upturned asshole. The slutty little puppy gasped in pleasure, her hands scrabbling mindlessly on the carpet in the depths of her arousal. Jackie worked harder and faster, feeling the puppy girl beneath her grow taut with pent-up pleasure while sloppy howls slipped from her drooling mouth.

And then she began to ease off. Beneath her, Heather whined in frustration, wiggling her hips anxiously in a futile bid to increase her stimulation and bring her to the orgasm that was just out of reach.