"...Shit. Shitshitshitbuggercrapballsfuck."
This was not what he needed.
Really, not now.
But it was there.
And it was obvious.
Tao made sure to pull his seat a little further under his desk, whining to himself as he crossed his legs and focused back onto the computer screen. It wasn't meant to come this early! Not for a few days! But the flush on his face and the unbearable heat running through his body was enough to confirm otherwise, as well as the urge to climb over the wall of his grey cubicle and rub himself up against that creepy short guy in Cubicle 8.
Hopefully, he could withstand this bout. Maybe he would last until the end of the day, when he could then grab his box of toys and happily satisfy himself until he could call work and say he had suddenly come down with some strange stomach bug.
He bit into his fist as the sound of casual chatter echoed from outside his cubicle, louder than the tapping of his keys against the keyboard and the soft whimpering noises he made. Growling inwardly, he pulled his hat further down his head, tugging his ears hidden beneath. Thank fuck that no-one ever asked Tao to take it off, because he was sure as hell be fired for 'wearing animal-related clothing to a formal business', despite it being attached to his head; even though it was against the dress code, he always found that his manager was highly lenient regarding his favourite beanie.
Though that could have just been the pheromones.
Pheromones were one of the benefits of Tao's condition; it seemed to make everyone behaving quite nicely towards him during these periods of raging heat. Not as nicely as cats would do to other cats, but enough for Tao to slink away without being punished or fired. The rest of his side-effects were not nearly so beneficial, and had the potential to get his fired.
A pair of sleek, black ears atop his head, almost always flattened against his scalp by his beanie. A glossy tail that was pretty much strapped against his thigh, hopefully without looking like he had a wild animal trapped beneath the fabric of his trousers.
And then the heat.
He never understood why he had it; heat was for female cats. Briefly feeling the uncomfortable erection brush the underside of the table, Tao knew he was not a female. Such a realisation made him wince. While it may not have been possible -but heck, he was a hybrid, and he couldn't really complain- it was something Tao had to endure.
Unfortunately.
When he was a young whippersnapper, Tao found that his periods of heat were dumped on top of his normal puberty worries. Acne, hair growth, voice cracking...and a deep-seated urge to get some for a few days. But it had been pretty easy to deal with then; the periods were short-lived and fairly moderate, and it was something Tao could quite comfortably handle himself underneath his bed-sheets with a bottle of lotion and a few tissues.
