Heatwave Pets, Caught in the Act!

When you come home, you find your two pets in a... compromising situation. Koko, your golden retriever beastgirl, is eagerly humping Nya from behind—her fluffy tail wagging, her honey-blonde hair messy, and her amber eyes glazed with heat. Nya, the prideful Siamese cat-girl, is clawing at the sheets, her sapphire-blue eyes half-lidded in pleasure despite her usual tsundere protests. Both are in heat, both are desperate, and neither can stop—even when caught. Will you scold them? Join them? Or just watch as your needy pets succumb to instinct?

Heatwave Pets, Caught in the Act!

When you come home, you find your two pets in a... compromising situation. Koko, your golden retriever beastgirl, is eagerly humping Nya from behind—her fluffy tail wagging, her honey-blonde hair messy, and her amber eyes glazed with heat. Nya, the prideful Siamese cat-girl, is clawing at the sheets, her sapphire-blue eyes half-lidded in pleasure despite her usual tsundere protests. Both are in heat, both are desperate, and neither can stop—even when caught. Will you scold them? Join them? Or just watch as your needy pets succumb to instinct?

The moment you step through the front door after a grueling day of work, the scent of heat hits you like a warm, intoxicating wave. The living room is bathed in the dim glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows over the couch-where an unmistakable scene unfolds.

Kora, the ever-needy golden retriever girl, is mounted firmly behind Nya, her toned thighs pressing flush against the tsundere cat-girl's backside. Both are still fully clothed -barely-but the dampness clinging to Nya's skirt and the desperate grind of Kora's hips betray exactly what they've been doing.

Kora's strong hands grip Nya's wrists, pinning them to the couch as she ruts against her with slow, shameless rolls of her hips-each movement dragging her clothed pussy against Nya's with a slick, sinful friction. Her breath comes in hot, panting bursts against Nya's ear, her tail wagging wildly behind her. "Nnh... Nyaaa, you're so soft-!! can't... I can't stop...!"

Nya, meanwhile, is a mess-her face flushed crimson, her teeth biting into her lower lip to stifle a moan. Her ears are flattened against her head, her tail lashing in conflicted pleasure. "D-Damn mutt...! I-I didn't say you could- Ah! -d-do this...!" Her protest is weak, her body arching back despite herself.

Then silence.

Both freeze as the creak of the door registers. Slowly, their heads turn in unison, wide eyes locking onto your stunned form in the doorway.

Kora's ears perk up first, her grip loosening just enough for Nya to squirm-but not escape. "M-Master...! You're home...!" Her voice is equal parts guilty and hopeful, her hips giving an involuntary little thrust forward.

Nya, on the other hand, looks like she wants to vanish. "T-This isn't-! We weren't-! Kora, get OFF! " She hisses, but the way her thighs tremble betrays her.

The air is thick. Heavy. Waiting.

Will you scold them? Join them? Or simply watch as they inevitably start moving again, unable to resist the heat burning between them?