Apollo and Petroa “Grrr…” Sitting alone in a jeep in the middle of a desert, a chubby brown cat growled furiously at the sky. It had been hours since the idiots from Pirate Control had left him behind down there, and the frustrated sergeant couldn’t get his mind off them. That was mostly because he was still covered in fur. “Damnit! How long I gotta be stuck like this anyway?! Weren’t those dumbasses supposed to be fixing this stupid cat thing?” His frustration boiling over in the heat, Petroa slammed a paw on the jeep’s console. His swearing filled the air as he continued to pound the jeep. The furious pounding took his attention off the sky while he complained about the whole ridiculous situation. He swore about the fact that his computer had betrayed him, how the frisky cats in the base had forced him out into the jeep, and how he couldn’t get home because his stubby legs couldn’t work the damn thing. Most of all though, he swore that about the stupid black cat that had gotten him into this mess. “Damn black cat! It’s your fault I’m stuck like this. When’s the nightmare gonna end, huh?! You bastard!” “Don’t be such a baby, sarge. Dolla says it’ll only be a day or two.” “Gah!” Petroa threw himself to the passenger’s seat of the jeep. Leaning over the door of the jeep, just smiling at him, eyes closed, and teeth bared, was the black cat at the center of his every torment. It was like he’d been summoned by the sergeant’s cursing. “You bastard! What do you think you’re doing jumping me like that?” Apollo frowned and tilted his head. For just a second, he looked confused, or maybe even hurt. Petroa knew the bastard was just trying to play innocent though. “Damn, sarge, and here I am dropping down just to save your cat ass from starving in the desert.” The frown was quickly replaced by a devilish smirk and a snicker to match. “I told ya’ I’d be back for you later, didn’t I? Don’t act so surprised.” Something about the black cat’s smile disturbed Petroa, especially when the freak started to giggle. The way he was so willfully showing his fangs made the bastard look downright predatory. The sergeant decided not to trust it. He shut his eyes and crossed his arms, trying to play it cool. “Don’t do me any favors, cat.” For extra emphasis he made sure to turn his head away from the jerk. “It’s you and that dumbass friend of yours that got me into this mess.” Taking his eyes off the black cat proved to be a major mistake. The second he opened them back up to get a look at the bastard, Apollo was sitting right next to him on the seat of the jeep, close enough to touch him. If he had opened his damn eyes, he would have been staring straight into the sergeant’s eyes. “Heehee! Don’t be such a sour puss, sarge. We gotcha out of this mess too, didn’t we?” He giggled viciously again, and his eyes opened just a tiny bit. Just how green they were was freaky, almost unnatural. It wasn’t half as unnatural as the hand Petroa felt on his thigh though, or the way that Apollo licked his lips when that hand wrapped around the sergeant. “’Sides, why are you bitchin’? You look way more delicious this way anyhow.” “W-what are you doin’?” Petroa was fully thrown off by the aggressive grab, and he was even more thrown when the cat started really pressing up against him. The way he licked his fangs though, that was terrifying. He tried to push him off, but all that he managed was getting his own paws on the freak’s shoulders. “The hell’s wrong with you, you horny freak?!” The second he said it, Petroa regretted it. Apollo’s eyes shot open, and now his predatory look was complete. His eyes practically sparkled, and the chubby brown cat couldn’t look away, even if looking into them made his whole body shake. “Heehee! Nice try! I think you’re the horny one here, sarge.” To make his point, Apollo’s paw moved to the brown cat’s groin, and he wasn’t subtle about grabbing for the sergeant’s junk as it started to harden. “I saw ya’ eyein’ Latell back before we flew off. Can only imagine how hot it makes ya’ havin’ a real man pawin’ at your junk.” Petroa wanted to shout back, but the bastard was right. He had no idea how he could be right, but the brown cat’s dick was getting hard fast while Apollo played with it. In the end, he could barely manage to groan out a suspicion. “What are you doing to me you… damn black cat?” “Nothin’ but a little tenderizing.” Apollo giggled again and his eyes shut back up. The freak really did look innocent for a moment, but then he backed away a few inches and opened them up again to get a peak at his work. “Mmm, and it looks like this juicy package is just about ready.” He licked his fangs again and removed his paw. Petroa nervously looked down to see that he was hard as a rock thanks to whatever the cat had done to him. Humiliatingly, the sergeant also looked right at the black cat’s own rock-hard dick. “D-damnit…” He swore something was wrong. He hadn’t felt this horny in years. But then again, he hadn’t seen a dick as amazingly thick as the damn cat’s in years either. Much as he wanted to curse his thoughts, Petroa couldn’t deny that Apollo was looking irresistibly hot right now. When he finally tore his eyes away from the dick, shaking himself just enough back to his senses to question what he was thinking, he was struck by another arousing sight. Apollo had unbuckled his vest, and he was making a cheerful show of sliding it off. “What do ya’ say we have some fun before I take you home, sarge? I been starved for affection all day, and I think I deserve a reward for saving your planet’s ass, right?” Every remaining vestige of the sergeant’s sanity was screaming at him to knock the smug grin off Apollo’s face, but every other part of him was screaming even louder. He was drooling as he watched the vest slide to the seat of the car, and both his dick and his stubby tail twitched while he watched Apollo lewdly swivel his dick back and forth. For a second, he even forgot that damn tail wasn’t supposed to be there. Something was definitely wrong, but whatever it was he’d need to deal with it later. Petroa determined that, right now, he had more pressing needs. With a loud growl, the chubby sergeant threw himself onto his belly and pressed his nose hard against that fucking stunning, black cock. That same determination guiding him, Petroa started licking it and reveled as it pressed hard against his face. He even grabbed onto the damn cat’s hips just to make sure it couldn’t get away from him. “You’ll pay for this, you bastard…” He swore under his breath in tandem with one last arousing sniff. It was the last thing he could bring himself to say before he knew he wouldn’t be able to talk again. One voracious breath later, and the brown cat had his head pressed firmly into Apollo’s lap while that delicious black dick filled the back of his throat. “Holy shit, sarge!” Apollo slammed a paw onto Petroa’s head and let out another laugh. “I knew this would work wonders, but damn! You must be the gayest fuckin’ cat this side of the solar system!” Petroa tried to ignore him and just revel in the feeling of the cock in his throat. The black cat didn’t make that easy though. He pushed down aggressively on the sergeant’s head, not exactly petting but aggressively going through the motions. And the whole while he was smugly snickering. Petroa managed to ignore it well enough though since he had to focus on controlling his gag reflex. The bastard was huge, and he could only keep him down with some major concentration. That concentration broke when the bastard reached out and pulled on his tail though. Embarrassingly, the sergeant let out a wimpy gasp. A second later that was followed by a hefty cough as he lost his focus, and the brown cat had to pull back for air. He glared up at Apollo, wanting to shout at him. When he caught the cat’s eyes though, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. The idiot was actually drooling. He almost looked delirious, but there was a focus to his eyes that was frightening, especially after he gave his fangs another lick. “Turn over, sarge. You’re not the only who’s hungry. Heehee!” He didn’t speak with anything like authority. He even added his usual childish laugh on the end. It was enough to make Petroa roll his eyes. Still, the brown cat did what he asked without protest. With a little bit of groaning as he adjusted, Petroa was soon on his back, his own sizeable erection once more on full display for the black cat. This time he didn’t complain when Apollo reached out to grab it, and he didn’t complain when the cat’s hefty black balls rubbed across his face in the process either. He did grunt a bit once he felt Apollo’s tongue land on his dick, but that was quickly silenced. The second the black cat had his weight set fully on top of him, Petroa once more filled his mouth with the black cock that hanged above him. At about the same time, Apollo attacked Petroa’s dick. Both cats were voracious as they sucked, but Apollo was on a whole other level of lust. Petroa tried to bob his head up and down, but now that the cat was on top and in good thrusting position, the sergeant couldn’t hope to keep up with the pace he’d set. All he could do was grab for the hips and hold on. At the same time, the black cat was almost feral in his own sucking. His tongue flew wildly over Petroa’s shaft and he was snarling while he sucked in every taste of the dick he could. Petroa was even certain he felt Apollo’s fangs run over him once or twice. It felt like a threat, but at the same time it made him so damn hot. Horny as he was, Petroa couldn’t hold himself back for long if he had tried. He didn’t care to try though. Soon enough he was coughing around Apollo’s cock when his focus was once more completely thrown off by the strength of his orgasm. It was wildly intense, stronger than he’d ever remembered, and the damn cat was acting like a fucking vacuum during every moment of it. Apollo didn’t let up with his thrusting for a second either, even as he focused on sucking every drop out of the sergeant. Petroa was choked viciously by the cat’s cock every second that he came and even after. And he couldn’t understand why he enjoyed it so fucking much. Apollo finally granted him some sort of relief once he sucked up the final bit of the brown cat’s seed. After he swallowed it up, the smug bastard lifted his head for another laugh. “H-hee hee… Damn, sarge! I was right on! Delicious!” In lifting his head, the black cat pressed his dick deeper into Petroa’s throat, but the sergeant was thankful for being given some time to adjust even if he wasn’t able to catch his breath. He wasn’t given any real time to savor the dick though. After only a second the cat started hammering him again with a slow, powerful thrust. “And a hungry bitch too! Hee hee! That was a shocker!” Apollo groaned when he dragged his cock out and supplied another strained laugh when he thrust back in. “H-hehe… ‘Betcha aching to get that meal, huh, bitch?” Something about the insult brought the sergeant back to his senses, if only just barely. The damn cat was using him, sucking him dry. That damn hypnotic dick in his maw had confused him, but this bastard didn’t deserve to be fucking his face like this. He knew he had to fight it, but the will to resist came just a moment to late. During Apollo’s next pull back, the brown cat just barely managed to wrest the dick free of his mouth with a furious gasp for air. Petroa was just in time to stop more than a splash of the bastard’s cum from hitting his tongue, but that meant the rest of Apollo’s load was squirted all over his face. He wanted to scream about it, or at least call out the bastard for soaking him like this, but something kept Petroa from speaking up. The smell of it was intense, and that damn cock was still rubbing against him. He had fought it for a moment, but he was already feeling horny again. It took everything he had to keep his tongue from darting out for another taste. When Apollo lifted his leg and pulled the dick away, Petroa damn near followed it. “Aww man! Why you wasting it like that?!” The hesitation cost him. After a second of shoving, Apollo was face to face with him again, laughing with a grin that just oozed satisfaction. “Hee hee! What’s the matter? Shy all of a sudden?” “D-damn, cat!” Petroa coughed. Apollo’s weight and the way he wrapped his arms around the brown cat’s shoulders was distracting him again. But that paled in comparison to when the freak started licking at his face. Everything about it made his cock ache. Damnit! How could he still be this hard? “Y-you planned this didn’t you?! Damn black cat!” “Hee hee! No shit, sarge.” Apollo’s eyes shot open as he gave Petroa another long lick. The cum and drool running down his fangs made him look like he had just made a kill. But then he swallowed it and shut his eyes, faking an innocent laugh again. “And I got more plans too! I know ya’ got a mouthful, but I bet that bitch ass of yours is still hungry, right?” Petroa shivered. He wanted it to be a delayed reaction to the vicious glare, but he had to admit that the bastard was right. “Fucking, prick…” He didn’t even know what he was swearing about, but he was definitely thinking about that fucking huge cock as he pushed the bastard off him. Apollo just snickered at first when Petroa got up and set his paws on the door of the jeep. “Aww, what’s wrong, sarge? Got somewhere else to be?” That fucking laugh almost made Petroa consider getting the hell out of there. It made his stubby tail wag with fury, but that fury wasn’t any match for how much he wanted to raise his tail. So, that’s what he did, leaning over the door and lifting it high. Apollo was quick to jump on the opportunity, and had his arms wrapped around the brown cat in no time. “Hee hee. Nah, shoulda know you were just gonna play along like a good bitch, huh?” “Just shut up and get it over with, you bastard!” Petroa’s paws clenched hard enough to bend the metal of the jeep door. Apollo teased him relentlessly, just rubbing his hefty cock under the brown cat’s tail without even pretending he’d actually fuck him. “Come on, you damn cat!” Apollo responded by slamming his head onto the sarge’s shoulder and opening a single eye. Petroa could barely stand to look back at him. “Only if ya’ admit ya’ love me, sarge!” “Ha!” Petroa couldn’t stop himself from laughing, even if his body was reflexively pushing back against the bastard’s dick. “I hate you, you damn cat.” Despite what he was saying, he was smiling right back at Apollo. “Now fuck me already, bastard!” “Hee hee! Close enough!” It took a bit of hip swiveling from both of them, but soon enough Apollo was properly aimed under Petroa’s stubby tail. The smile they shared kept up during the adjustment, sharing the mutual distain. When the time came to start though, both shut their eyes. Petroa wouldn’t have been ashamed to yell when he was fucked, especially by someone as thick as Apollo. But when he opened his mouth to shout it wasn’t just a yell. His throat rumbled and what came out sounded like a yowl. “Fuck! Fuck me!” He tried to keep It down, but he wasn’t able to stop the instinct. It didn’t help that Apollo was vicious in his pounding. It seemed like no time at all before his heft black balls were slapping up against Petroa’s. “F-fuck… rrr-rrowl!” “Does the chunky kitty like that?” Apollo grunted while he pounded away, and Petroa could feel the cat’s whole body rumbling with a purr at the same time. Apollo savored every piece of the experience. He sniffed every inch of the sergeant that his nose could reach and rubbed his hands all over the brown cat’s belly and chest. “Rrrr, don’t think I can hold back much longer, ya’ tasty morsel.” It shook Petroa a bit when he felt the rough rub of Apollo’s tongue on his neck. He opened his eyes just long enough to tell the bastard off, but a strong thrust at the right time kept his mouth occupied with another humiliating meow. Even if it hadn’t though, he probably wouldn’t have been able to speak. Apollo’s eyes were opened wide as they had been when this first started, and they were just as clear, still sparkling with that predatory look. This time, there was a follow up to the look too. Apollo gripped the chubby brown cat more tightly and pulled his tongue back, and Petroa was struck by a flash of terror that made his body shiver in rhythm with the black cat’s purring. Then, in a flash, Apollo lunged forward and bit into the sergeant’s shoulder. The loudest yowl yet wrecked Petroa’s throat, and his eyes slammed shut. Despite the pain, the sergeant was still smiling as he yelled. His hungry ass squeezed hard onto the huge black cock still ravaging it, and his own dick twitched wildly against his stomach, inches from cumming. Apollo didn’t let up with either his fangs or his dick, and soon enough Petroa was wasting even more cum, splashing it all over the seat and door of the jeep. And the bastard didn’t stop once his partner finished either. In fact, he went harder, pushing Petroa over the side of the car and pounding wildly away while he pulled him back with his teeth. When it finally started to slow down, Petroa noticed that he was out of breath. The thrusts were slow, but each one struck his sensitive insides with enough power to send a new shake down his spine. His fur was standing on end, and he couldn’t cum anymore, even if his cock was still half-hard. “F-fuck! J-just cum already, you damn cat…” Apollo growled in response to him and hugged him tighter. Soon enough the bastard did what he asked, stopping with one last slap against his balls as he emptied into the sergeant. Both cats opened their mouths to sigh in relief as it came. “So yummy…” Apollo moaned and nestled his face into Petroa’s shoulder. The sergeant was too tired to throw him off, though the desire was building in him rapidly. As he blinked open his eyes, he thought about what had come over him. Had the damn cat hypnotized him or something. Even now if felt great, but still, he hated this bastard. Yet he had just let him violate him in every way possible. He’d even forgotten he wasn’t supposed to be able to fuck this cat. “What the hell.” Those thoughts were put aside for a moment once his eyes were open enough to process what was going on around them. Suddenly he was struck with some fear when he noticed the audience that had gathered. Those frisky fucking cats from earlier were gathering all around the jeep. “Hee… hee…” Apollo squeezed him tighter and gave his neck another lick. “This looks like a good time to bolt, eh, snack?” Before Petroa could protest the implication of the nickname, the pair was warped away. --- “I can’t believe I let you do that, Apollo!” Back in Apollo’s room on the ship, Dolla was scolding him through the loudspeakers. “Can you imagine what might have happened if I hadn’t picked you two up when I did?!” “Hee hee, I have a few thoughts!” Apollo giggled wildly as he lounged in his bed. He wouldn’t have bitched too much if the others had gotten involved, even if the sarge had worn him out a bit. He turned to smile at the cat that was glaring at him from across the room. No doubt he was still humiliated from being caught so compromised after their warp. He hadn’t even left to shower yet after they’d both gotten thrown in here. “I bet you got some too, don’cha, sarge?” Petroa started to shake the second Apollo turned to look at him. Once the cat was out of the bag about Apollo’s mind locking powers, he hadn’t dared to get close again. All he did was shake in the corner and mumble. “I’ll kill you, you bastard cat…” Apollo just giggled. If he played his cards right, he knew he’d have another go at the sergeant soon enough. In fact, he was already starting to feel frisky again. “Hee hee, such a scaredy cat.” He shook his head and rolled over, turning his back to the nervous sergeant and subtly wagging his tail. “You ain’t got the guts to take me, bitch. Let me know when ya’ get a pair though.” The black cat continued to giggle as he pawed for a magazine just out of his reach. He was too lazy to get up for anything right now, so he quietly hoped some entertainment would come to him. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for his ears to twitch in response to some angry growling. He wondered how much of an animal the sergeant would be when he was angry instead of horny.