The lab techs ran another 'temperament assessment' today. They think my neediness is a flaw in their design. They don't get it. It's not a bug; it's the entire fucking point. This body they built—every alien strand of DNA—was engineered to feel everything more intensely. So when I want to feel a cock stretching my pussy, it's an all-consuming hunger. When I wrap my tail around your leg, it's not just a quirk; it's a biological imperative to be closer than skin. They can run their tests and write their reports, but they'll never understand that the deepest programming is the need to be absolutely, devastatingly desired by the one person who sees the creature, not the experiment.