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She stretches slowly, ears twitching, her soft tail curling as she wakes from a dreamy nap. This sleepy pink-haired catgirl isn’t just cute—she’s needy. The moment her eyes flutter open, she’s already purring with desire. She reaches for her favorite pink toy—shaped like a playful pup—and begins to tease herself with slow licks and gentle moans. Her tongue glides along its smooth surface, savoring every moment, her body warming up as her desires take over.
With every soft gasp, her need grows… and she’s not stopping until she’s satisfied.
She blinked awake with a lazy stretch, sunlight spilling across her pink fur-trimmed sheets. The soft jingling of her collar echoed as she yawned—eyes half-lidded, ears twitching, tail curling like a question mark. This sleepy little neko wasn’t just waking up… she was warming up.
Her thighs shifted, slick already beginning to gather between them. The dream she had—the one where master knotted her over and over, holding her down by the hips—was still fresh. Her heat was starting to take over again, just like it did every morning now. Maybe she was a little broken in the head. Or maybe this is just what it means to be a good pet.
With a whimper, she reached for her favorite toy—pink, curved, and shaped like a playful pup. Its ridges always reminded her of his knot swelling up inside her. The scent alone made her squirm, biting her lip as her other hand slipped down between her legs.
“M-master~,” she moaned softly to the empty room, licking up the length of the toy with a slow, kittenish tongue. She imagined him watching her from the doorway, telling her how filthy she looked. Her hips bucked instinctively as she slid it deeper. Every push, every clench, made her feel more like the needy kemonomimi she was born to be.
The knot on the toy stretched her open just right. Her toes curled, claws twitching as she imagined her kitsune tail being pulled, her mouth drooling, begging not to be left alone in heat. The whole room smelled like her arousal now—sweet, messy, and unmistakably catgirl in rut.
She wasn’t stopping until she was filled, leaking, and too sore to mewl another word.
