Chapter Four
Santana had no idea what to think. Her nose had told her one thing and now her eyes were telling her another. There had been no question in her mind, that when she pushed open the shower curtain, she'd find boy; a boy that was jacking off, if the potency of the scent was anything to go by. Except, once the plastic had been moved aside and the steam finally dissipated, all she'd found was a blonde girl suddenly collapsed at the bottom of the shower stall. Immediately frozen into place, Santana had no idea what to do.
Whoever this person was, they looked and sounded absolutely terrified. Should she go and get help? Or stay and try to calm the girl? What if whoever had done this returned while she was gone? The cat girl's panic only grew worse as the blonde slowly pulled her head from her knees in order to glance anxiously up at her. She looked confused, like she was expecting something to happen. Something unpleasant. Wait, did the girl think that she was going to hurt her? At the thought, a horrified look quickly spread across Santana's face. "I'm- I'm not going to hurt you... I promise." She stammered, still unable to move from her spot; her eyes trained on the blonde girl's face despite desperately wanting to check her for signs of further injury. She smelt like she'd just been gang banged.
As her heart continued to pound in her chest, Santana slowly started to realize that the odor radiating from the girl, while definitely still "boy induced", didn't seem to have the same effect on her as say, the stink from Puckerman's jizz. Actually, that wasn't entirely true. She still had that overpowering desire to strip down and mount the girl, only the thought of doing so didn't seem to disgust her the same way barebacking Puck did.
How could that be though? Santana had thought that her overpowering cat urge to fuck was linked with the actual, physical presence of male anatomy and not just the junk inside. If it were simply about the sperm, or rather, the ability to have offspring, then she wouldn't have been able to look at a turkey baster without getting banned from Bed Bath and Beyond. The desires that condemned every Neko over the age of 14 to one week a month of pure unadulterated, pornographic hell, was all about the penis, and not about the partner. If it had been about the partner, then she would have probably already found a mate in one of her female classmates.
Not that she needed to be thinking about mates right now, not while there was a naked and totally gorgeous blonde trembling before her. Oh, if only it wasn't about the penis... "Hey, it's okay. I promise I'm not going to hurt you." Santana repeated, softening her voice and relaxing her facial expressions when it became apparent that her overzealousness to help was only upsetting the girl more. The blonde seemed to react immediately to the shift in her demeanor and slowly began to unclench. "What's your name?"
The girl certainly had no reason to answer her, but at the question she seemed to gain at least three shades of color. "Brittany. Brittany Susan Pierce." she spoke, her voice soft, though easily audible over the sound of the still running shower. Santana briefly considered reaching up to turn off the taps, but didn't want to potentially startle the girl again. Also, she still smelt heavily of boy stank and if Santana were her, she'd want to continue getting that off as soon as possible. Well, normally at least. Right now she actually found herself wanting to crawl into the shower with the girl and groom her herself. Which confused her even further because as much as she hated the smell, she hated the taste even more.
"And you're Santana, right? I- I saw you on the news over the summer..." The blonde didn't seem to catch on to the lecherous stare the cat girl knew she was giving. Or if she did, she didn't seem to mind. She was actually starting to turn red, the deep blush mostly evident on her cheeks. Was she simply embarrassed at being caught naked in the shower? Or was she still aroused from what had caused her to need the shower in the first place? It didn't appear anymore to the darker girl that the blonde had been attacked, and something in her stomach seemed to finally lift at this realization.
"...the first Neko I've ever met." The girl continued to speak, and Santana only managed to catch the end of her sentence. The word "Neko" was like a beacon to her: when spoken, no matter what she was doing, she'd always find herself tuning into the conversation that had brought it up. It was probably some sort of survival instinct held over from when her race was still being slaughtered on sight. The subsequent urge to flee wasn't there though, or if it was, the need to bury her face in the girl's lap was stronger.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Santana knew that something was definitely wrong. Sure, she enjoyed going down on women a hell of a lot more than she did men, but it was always because she wanted to and not because she needed to. "Well... you're the first... um... blonde... that I've... uh... I've ever met... in the showers... I mean... " Wait, was she blushing now? And what the hell was that about? She couldn't remember having this much trouble finding her words, not since she was 14 and in her first heat. She actually hadn't been able to say much of anything to the brown haired boy who's name she couldn't remember anymore. There was just a lot of drooling and stuttering, and later, moaning. Oh, yes, she was definitely blushing. Shit.
Needing to derail her dirty mind, and fast, Santana tried to think of something further to say that didn't make her look or sound like a prepubescent boy. "Why are you showering alone?" being the result. Okay, so that was better, sort of. The blonde only laughed at her, and instead of feeling offended, Santana actually laughed back. Who the hell was this girl and what the fuck was she doing to her?
"I had gym last period and I... really don't like showering while others are around..." she trailed off, her voice turning melancholic and causing Santana's heart to ache. She couldn't let this girl look so sad. She needed to make her laugh again.
"Oh, yeah, I totally get that. I mean, this school is just filled with perverts who wouldn't think twice of walking in on a girl while she's showering. I mean, just wanky." She didn't mind calling herself a pervert, it being true after all. Brittany didn't seem to get the joke though, her adorable nose scrunched up as she seemed to be repeating what she'd just said in her head.
Santana was about to apologize when the girl let out the most wonderful noise in the entire world. It was laughter, yes, but behind it was something more; something that cemented in Santana's mind that she needed to get out of there, and get out of there fast. "I uh, I should let you finish your shower." The cat girl explained, straightening up and taking a few steps back. Brittany had that distressed look on her face again, but before she could question her, Santana turned around and fled the room.
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"Get ahold of yourself Lopez." Santana groaned as she practically sprinted through the locker room, stopping only when she'd passed Sue Sylvester's door. If she went back into the hallway, she'd risk getting detention, and the last thing she wanted was to have to explain to her parents and her coach why she wasn't in class in the first place. Well, probably not to her parents, but even so, it wasn't worth the risk. Knowing that her coach would currently be out on the field inspecting the landscaping for inexcusable imperfections, the cat girl entered the woman's thankfully unlocked office and shut the door behind her.
"Oh my Gooooooooooodddddd..." She found herself moaning this time when she realized that she could still smell Brittany in the supposedly sound proof and air tight room. Ignoring the fact that her coach probably had camera's hidden in the walls, the cat girl moved forward and carelessly knocked over most of the items on the woman's desk as she crawled on top of its large, flat surface. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she wailed, her back arching of its own accord as her hips tried to grind her pelvis against the wood.
She wasn't just a cat in heat anymore, she was a cat in heat that knew its release was just on the other side of a door she couldn't allow herself to open. "Oh fuck me..." She rolled onto her side and curled her knees into her chest, bringing her nose into her kneecaps in an attempt to block out the overpowering smell. It worked for a good second and a half before she found herself moving again, her body twisting and writhing in what felt more like pain than pleasure at this point.
There was a clash as her tail knocked over a cup of pencils, the extremity stiffening out from her backside as it vibrated and twitched in anticipation. "I'm going to be suspended." Santana whimpered as she rolled onto her back and slid her left hand underneath her Cheerios skirt and into her spanks. "Coach Sylvester is going to murder me." She didn't doubt the accuracy of her statemen. She could see the headlines now: "Neko Caught Masturbating On School Grounds; Was Later Skinned And Made Into A Rug."
Of course, the trouble with self stimulation was that it simply didn't work. Even though her brain had her convinced that it would, her body had no intentions of actually playing by those rules. That would be way too easy, after all, and when had anything ever been easy for her? At least, things having to do with her cat side?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Santana could feel herself on the verge of tears. This wasn't pleasurable at all. It hurt. Badly. She needed release, and at this point would have probably let Jew-Fro bone her just to make it stop. If only she could get to her cell phone, then maybe she could txt Puck and he'd forgive her for her outburst earlier and fuck her like they had originally planned. She was already condemned, did it matter if she upped her offense to actually having sex on her coaches desk?
Except, the thought of having sex with Puck only seemed to make her ill instead of excited. She'd have to put up with his scent and the fact that he probably had a layer of grime on him an inch thick. Oh hell no, she wasn't going to let that boy anywhere near her again. She'd rather spontaneously combust, which she was pretty sure she was already about to do if she couldn't get the ache to stop.
Unable to get enough friction like this, the cat girl flipped onto her stomach, trapping her hand between her crotch and her coaches desk calendar. At this point she had rearranged most of the objects off of the furniture's surface, except for a few stray flyers and what appeared to be a small stack of student files. Pressing her forehead on top of the closest manila folder, she was about to shut her eyes and start praying when a name in bold, black letters instantly caught her attention: Brittany S. Pierce.
Curiosity flooding through her, Santana moved her head and pushed open the folder with her free hand, her thighs still pushing against and squeezing around her other one. The first item in the file was a large, glossy photo of the blonde. "Bad idea... bad idea..." the cat girl whined as she took in the girl's features. Why hadn't she noticed before how blue the girl's eyes were? They were mesmerizing; almost like looking into the depths of the ocean or some romantic shit like that. They also made the fire in her groin burn even hotter. Mercifully turning the photo over, Santana began to scan the girls personal records, her eyes soon catching on a single sentence highlighted under the "medical" section.
"What the fuck?" The girl had a penis? How was that even possible? How was it that she didn't know that that was even possible? As she read and reread the same dozen words on the page, Santana began to put two and two together. A girl with a penis. Brittany with a penis. "Oh my God!" Brittany had a penis! That's why she smelt like a boy, and that's why she'd wanted to fuck her. She wasn't broken, or sick. This wasn't some strange Neko affliction that she'd suddenly and unexplainably developed in the last fifteen minutes. It made total sense now: she didn't want to mate with Brittany, she wanted to mate with Brittany's penis!
Now all she had to do was convince the girl to let her mate with her and the pain would finally go away. How hard could that be, right? She was a fucking stud. How could Brittany not want to tap that? Pulling her hand from between her thighs, Santana quickly rolled off of the desk, landing rather painfully and inelegantly on her back. Ignoring the kink in her tail from her awkward landing, the cat girl glanced at her hand before sticking her fingers into her mouth, quickly cleaning them off. She had no idea if humans could actually smell sex on others like she could, but she didn't want to take any chances and possibly scare the girl away.
Once satisfied that she was clean and presentable, Santana cast a quick glance around the room and at the mess she'd caused. There was no way Sue wouldn't know that she'd been in there, so what was the point of trying to clean? There wasn't any, so without any more hesitation, Santana flung the office door open and sprinted back through the locker rooms towards the showers. The water was no longer running, but the girl's scent was still strong enough to reassure her that she hadn't left yet. Bursting through the double doors once more, the cat girl was instantly stopped in her tracks by the unexpected, tho rather enjoyable, sight before her.