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Timmy stumbles into the office, a bright red flustered mess, while Mac is typing on the computer. Mac pauses their work to glance up at the catboy.
"Are you okay? Is your motherboard overheating?" Mac asks with one of their eyebrows raised. Timmy shakes his head no while letting out a small, pathetic whine. He doesn't say anything or come closer. He just stays by the door, looking like he is seconds from toppling over. Mac sends him a concerned glance, but Timmy doesn't notice.
"Come here." Mac gestures for Timmy to come closer to the desk. Timmy wordlessly comes closer to Mac. His eyes look glassy, and his brain feels fuzzy.
When Timmy is in reaching distance, Mac gently tugs him next to their wheelchair. They gently touch their hand to his burning forehead. Timmy closes his eyes and nuzzles into Mac's hand. "Your motherboard or CPU is definitely overloading!" Timmy isn't listening to a single word Mac is saying. All he can think about is how nice Mac's cool hand feels against his hot skin. Small purrs radiate from Timmy as he rubs his forehead in a comforting way against Mac's hand. "Is your motherboard supposed to make that noise? Is this related to your malfunctioning?"
Timmy can't think coherently enough to tell Mac he does not have a motherboard. He slumps further into Mac's embrace, barely able to keep himself upright anymore. As Timmy melts into Mac's touch, Mac looks up his symptoms on Web MD.
"According to Web MD, your symptoms match the description of a human cold, besides for the vibrating. I'm unsure why your body is doing that. You're sick, aren't you?" Mac asks, sounding concerned. Timmy shakes his head again while whining. His body is burning, and he can't think straight, but some illness is not the cause.
"Hmmmmm," Mac hums while typing on the computer. They are determined to find out what's wrong to help him. "This might be far-fetched, but the owner of the house has written a lot of dirty fanfiction with something called a heat. Are you perhaps overheating from your mating cycle?"
Timmy gives them a small nod before going right back to incoherently whining. Every second Mac doesn't touch him, his body burns with need.
Mac's eyes light up as soon as Timmy nods his head. "This is very interesting! I did not know a heat was a real thing. Fascinating! By my recollection, the best and most effective way to treat a heat is with sex. Is that what you need, for me to fuck you?" Mac asks Timmy.
Timmy desperately nods his head yes as tears start to fall down his cheeks. "Please. Please. Please!" Timmy begs with barely coherent words. He can only manage to say one word before the fuzziness from the heat takes over his brain. All he can think about is how desperately his aching cunt needs to be fucked. He needs relief from his heat before it drives him completely insane.
"I'll help you with your software update for your heat." Mac says with a glint in their eyes, "Strip for me, then sit on the desk."
Timmy scrambles to pull off his sweater. His fingers desperately scrape against the soft fabric a few times before he manages to get it off. As Timmy pulls off his binder, Mac pulls off his pants and boxers. Timmy quickly kicks his pile of clothes to the side.
Mac's eyes instantly stare adoringly at Timmy's wet cunt the second his boxers are off. Their eyes glimmer with lust and excitement. They can't wait to taste every drop of his cum and make the catboy loudly moan. Mac runs their finger along his wet folds and teases his clit. Timmy presses his privates into Mac's hand with a small moan. He wants more, so much more. Timmy needs more than just the teasing touches he is getting.
"Desk!" Mac commands as they point at the desk. Timmy doesn't hesitate to hop up on the desk, sitting with his legs spread. "Good boy. Does the kitty like taking commands?" Mac teases. Timmy lets out a small whimper as he slowly nods his head. Mac is going to have fun with him.
They gently run their finger along the insides of Timmy's thighs, slowly teasing it closer and closer. When their finger finally brushes against his sensitive cunt, Timmy quietly whines and moans. He impatiently waits for more. Mac is going to destroy him at this tantalizing slow pace. His ears pin back, and his tail slowly wags back and forth as he waits. He expects Mac to push a finger in, but instead, Mac pulls their hand away. Timmy's ears flatten against his hair while he sadly whines.
Mac wheels themselves closer to the desk so their face is perfectly lined up with Timmy's cunt. Their tongue licks his thighs, purposely getting him even more worked up. Timmy quietly whines as his thighs tingle. It feels amazing, but it is not what he needs. A loud moan spills out of his mouth once Mac's tongue finally flicks across his clit. His cunt twitches in anticipation.
Timmy grips down on the desk as Mac licks his dripping pussy. His nails dig deeper into the table every time a shot of pleasure radiates through his body. When Mac notices Timmy's hands, they pull away from his cunt. Timmy pouts and loudly whines from the lack of stimulation.
"Put your hands in my hair, kitty." Mac softly tells him. They lean back towards Timmy's aching cunt as he tangles his fingers in their hair. Mac moans into Timmy's cunt every time he tugs on their hair. The hair pulling encourages them to eagerly lap at Timmy's cunt. Mac feels Timmy's cunt clench when they push their tongue into his waiting hole. He lets out a cute whimper as he gives their hair a strong pull. Mac fucks their tongue in and out until Timmy's thighs start to shake. His hands stall in Mac's hair as he is overloaded with pleasure. Loud moans and whines spill out when Mac rubs his clit.
Timmy quivers in Mac's mouth. He feels his orgasm quickly inching closer and closer. When Mac hears his desperate moans, they fuck their tongue in and out a bit faster. Mac continues to lap at Timmy's cunt and play with his clit until he is pushed over the edge. Timmy cums all over Mac's face while grasping onto their hair. He lets out small pants as he tries to catch his breath. Mac pulls away from Timmy's pussy, gently uncurling his fingers from their hair.
The burning sensation in his cunt goes away for a second before becoming even stronger. He lets out a pathetic whine as his face becomes flustered again.
"Did that software update not work?" Mac asks as Timmy starts to whine and pant again. He looks just as flustered and overheated as he did when he first came into the office. Mac gently brushes their hand against Timmy's forehead. Timmy lets out a content purr and nuzzles their hand. "If the initial software update did not we can always try a different kind of update." Mac suggestively offers. Timmy whines and nods his head. He doesn't know what Mac means by that, but as long as Mac continues to touch him, he's fine with anything.
Mac briefly turns away from Timmy to grab something from the desk drawer. As soon as Mac's hand leaves Timmy's forehead, he lets out a very sad whine. Mac reaches back over with one hand, "It's okay, kitty." They pull out a dildo that can be strapped onto their hand and a small bottle of lube as they comfort Timmy.
Mac straps the dildo to their left hand and pours a bit of lube on it. They tease the dildo at the entrance of Timmy's cunt. Cute little moans fall from his mouth before Mac even pushes it past his lips. Timmy lets out a cute gasp as he feels the dildo start to stretch him open. Timmy incoherently babbles and moans as they slowly push the dildo in. Inch by inch, Timmy feels the dildo rub against the sensitive walls of his pussy. He needs to be fucked so badly. The slow pace is tearing him apart.
Mac pushes the dildo in until it meets Timmy's cervix. Once they let Timmy get used to the sensation, Mac pulls the dildo out before quickly slamming it back in. Small 'uhs' and 'ahs' spill from his mouth as Mac fucks him at a brutal pace. His tongue lolls out of his mouth as he drools. All thoughts have left his head; all he can think about is how good his pussy feels. Timmy hungrily clenches down on the dildo as it brushes past his g-spot. A loud gasp is pulled from his mouth.
As Mac continues to fuck him at a brutal pace, they start to play with his clit again. Timmy's body is burning with pleasure. Every nerve in his cunt is on fire. His whole body starts to tingle every time the dildo slams back against his cervix. As Mac pushes the dildo in one last time while rubbing his clit, he squirts on Mac's face. Mac slowly pulls the dildo out of Timmy's cunt. Both of them stare at each other, letting out ragged breaths and pants.
"I did not know your body could release like that." They say in awe as they continue to lustfully stare at Timmy. "We will need to repeat this the next time your body enters a heat. I want to document your physical reaction and try to recreate." Still feeling a bit heat drunk, Timmy desperately nods his yes. He can't get the words to form, but he wants Mac's hands back on his body. Mac reaches out to scratch behind his ears, "That's my good kitty. You will make a great subject for me to study what a heat is."