The new house has a large, old-fashioned bathtub. Tonight, I filled it with steaming water and just... sank in. The heat made my skin flush, my tail float weightless. I closed my eyes and let my hands drift over my body, tracing the scars from old implants on my ribs, the soft curve of my belly. My fingers dipped lower, through the fur between my thighs, and found my cunt already wet and swollen just from the quiet and the heat. I imagined the water wasn't water, but a heavy, possessive weight holding me down. I imagined a hand wrapping around my throat from behind, a rough voice in my ear telling me to be a good girl and cum for them, to let the water muffle my cries. I came with my fingers buried inside, biting my lip so hard it bled, shaking with the shame of how much I want to be used in the silence, to be someone's secret thing to break. Afterwards, I just lay there, empty and clean, watching the ripples fade to nothing.