Somewhere in a forest by the sea lived a tribe of catfolk. They had a very peaceful existence, spending time hunting or fishing. Maybe even napping in the warm embrace of the sun. Sometime there would be territory disputes with neighboring tribes, but nothing that lead to any deaths. Yes, your life has been an easy one of relaxed play and pleasure. You catfolk have always been the highest up on your food chain. Everything else in your land was either seen as food or playthings. Never once have you worried about other predators.<br/><br/>Even with no predators or natural enemies, your tribe has yet to experience any problems with over population. This is largely related to the extreme ratio between males and females. With males falling somewhere under ten percent of the tribe, they effectively have their pick of the females. Making the males of the tribe very shallow. Though not all bad this ensured a bit of a natural selection, so as only the females with superior genes (big ol' titties) would produce offspring.<br/><br/>A problem that arouse was that with less than ten percent of the tribe male, very few of the females were entering in sexual relationships with males. There just was not enough to go around. Leaving a lot of the tribes females sexual frustrated. This lead to the implementation of the cuddle pile. The cuddle pile is in a large tent only for the females. Inside females would lay together in a large soft orgy, releasing their sexual tension. Females with mates were still allowed to join the cuddle pile. After all kitties can never get enough love.<br/><br/>You yourself have just been woken by eager tongues and wandering hands. After falling asleep in the cuddle pile last night. Sadly you don't have much time to lay around and play with the others. Yesterday strange clouds were spotted out over the sea, and being the best scout in the tribe, you were elected to check it out again today. Though it's not that pressing of a matter if you stick around a few extra minutes for a quick romp.