I realized that I was on the bleachers and started to cry. The woman told me that her name is Sasha and that my team won the game. 13 to 7. I got up ...ith her assisstance and headed towards the locker room to grab my bag of clothes. As I made my way to my locker, a lot of my teammmates were saying that Sasha was such a bitch for what she did. I felt like I should defend Sasha somehow and told my teammates that the games are always intense and that we tended to get into the game. They all looked. My claws gripped his wood, fighting against the force wanting to throw me off of him.I wouldn’t be thrown off so easily. When he tired, I tore out another chunk, my fingers grown sticky with sap. It ran thick down my fingers. I purred so loudly, my ears twitching. I would find his gnarled tree heart and rip it to pieces.With a mighty bellow, the treeman threw himself backward.The air rushed past me. The ground soared up at us. My eyes widened in realization. With a yowl, I leaped to the right. I was right. However, a bit later, I experienced an almost irresistible urge to have sex with a man. I had no idea where this came from, or what to do about it, save to resist, which I did.Despite that, a re-emergence of these seemingly uncontrollable urges seemed to come out of nowhere. I resisted some more. Finally, I could do so no longer, and went to a gay neighborhood and quickly met someone who was looking for somebody like me.We went to his apartment, and without hesitation I undressed. “Feeling any better?” I asked.“Well, now I’m sopping wet. I mean I was wet before thinking about last night, but you had to come into the room and have an erection.” She said with another giggle.“Is there a problem with that?” I asked with a smirk.“Nothing that can’t be fixed easily.” She said. “Come sit on the bed.” She added sitting up.The covers hugged her chest, they were lightweight and interchanged lines of baby blue and sky blue. Her hair was down, tousled a bit due to laying on her bed..