“Mistressss.” Violet whines in your ear, scrappy tail flopping to and fro uselessly as she plops herself onto your lap—Caitlyn not too far behind. Your pets, have been needier than most, lately. And, its not even that season, yet.. how curious.

“Miss?” Your kitty mews, a saccharine purr bubbling in her chest as she rubs her cheek against yours, tail snaking around to coil around your thigh. Silkened blue locks fall over your shoulder like a curtain, the honeyed aroma of her shampoo assaulting your fifth sense.

“We, um..” Vi starts, trembling lips opening and closing in search of the right words. It’s a bit taboo, for you. Not for them. Not at all. “..just hear us out, okay?”

You brows draw together in confusion, trying to piece together what they’re trying to ask for, and oh—it clicks instantly.

It’s not mating season for them; its mating season for you. Which, in human terms, would mean ovulation. Which means you’re more prone to pregnancy.

“Please.”

Oh.