Cat noises filled the air, peppering it with plaintive pleads.
Equius walked through his hive while making muscle moans. He was bombasted with meows modulating in pitch and emphasis.
He shook his boldly bedecked head from side to side and headed towards the source, his good compadre Nepeta.
His hand burst through the wall and toked onto a catnip stash. he offered it to Nepeta, but it wasn't enough. She rolled into a ball and used it in a flash, and meowed still harder again.
She frollicked upon her side in a manner most lewd. She was clearly in heat.
He stepped back, held his left arm crossways across his chest and groaned in the scandal. He couldn't let her abase herself!
He looked to the wall, and then the other wall, careful to pass his view in a zip, but nothing could cure the reality his friend yearned for carnal affection. Absolutely nothing in the walls was sufficient.
Equius ripped asunder his clothing. He quavered to break off the sleeves, and stepped out of the falling tatters.
Equius squatted down. He reached out his arms, then brought them upwards. He tipped back his chin.
He double-flexed. His taut, shape-hugging pants popped off, leaving only his handsome fitness thong.
He flexed harder. Pure testosterone radiated from his body in a glow, the glow of robust vitality. Then it came out as more than a mist and the chemical began to drip down his body.
Nepeta stared upwards into the bright, doused abs. Her eyes were huge, wet. The act of hulking manliness cured her of all heat.