You'd heard reports of the cat problem in the city park, and even seen some evidence of it here and there...nobody sat on the benches anymore, not with the knowledge of how they were used and what you might sit in. But this was your first time actually stumbling across it in person. They weren't exactly being quiet about it, and didn't seem to care who saw. You were a bit surprised...her little gasps and grunts were a lot more human-sounding than you expected, which was...disconcerting. You preferring to think of it that way rather than admit how disgustingly erotic it was. Her destroyed pants pulled down around her furry knees, the entire carnal mess on display...
How was it communicable, again? Wait, no, you couldn't possibly be thinking of joining these exhibitionists...these grunting, yowling pests...
It was debased, degrading...but maybe the fun kind of degrading. And they looked like they might enjoy a third...