Apullo and Petroa
       
       “Hey, babe! Getting kinda cold over here!” Apullo groaned, only barely awake as he shifted in his bed. His comforter had wandered off somewhere. Otherwise he’d still be napping. Just waking up didn’t mean he wanted to move though. He couldn’t even be bothered to open his eyes. “If you’re gonna get up, can you grab me somethin’ to eat? I’m starvin’!”
       
       No one said anything for a second, but there was a bit of a response. It was quiet though. Apullo’s ears twitched to catch it. It was the slightest little rumble coming from the corner of the room. 
       
       “C’mon, babe, I can hear ya’ purring. Heehee!” He laughed and squirmed a bit more. For just a second he thought about sitting up, but for now he settled on lifting his head up on a paw and pointing himself in the direction of the rumble. He smiled ear to ear when it started to get louder. 
       
       “Damn cat! What the hell did you do to me!?” Apullo half-opened one, emerald eye to glance at the cat that was yelling at him. Petroa was curled up in the corner, shaking with rage and wide-eyed with terror. It made Apullo chuckle. The big brown cat even had his stubby little tail tucked between his legs. “What the hell am I even doin’ here?!” He was on the verge of tears.
       
       The sight made Apullo purr. “C’mon, sarge, you don’t need to play hard to get at this point.” He made sure his fangs were showing nice and proudly, and his open eye flickered. He was too lazy to put much effort into any sort of hypnosis right now, but he really did want his comforter back. “Get back in here, you know you love being all up on this.” He smacked his hip for emphasis, making his belly and fur wiggle. He also put in just a little extra effort to move his leg aside and show of his package. With any luck, he wouldn’t need to do much to persuade his shy guest.
       
       Petroa’s shaking just got worse, but it was clear the tactic worked. His eyes went straight to Apullo’s junk just like the black cat expected. And Apullo noticed right away that he was getting hard too. He considered seizing that opportunity to mindlock Petroa into that horny hard-up feeling, but paused. He could afford to play with him a bit after all. “Damn it!” Petroa forced his eyes away from the junk and tried for focus on Apullo’s grin. It was less intimidating, Apullo was sure. “Who the hell do you think you are, damn cat bastard!”
       
       “Heehee! I’m the cat that’s been dickin’ you down, don’tcha remember?” Apullo laughed deliriously for a second, thinking about the last couple nights, or maybe couple weeks. He didn’t really keep track, but it was starting to blur a bit. “Think I remember you screamin’ about how much you loved it last night.” His mind wandered a bit, thinking about the yowling. 
       
       Apullo’d been playing with his new toy a couple nights now. Last night, he’d gotten the poor sergeant to forget he hadn’t always been a cat for awhile he’d railed him so hard. They’d gotten so into the fantasy he almost thought Petroa’d even forgotten he hadn’t always been the black cat’s plaything. He almost managed to snag a real bite of the big guy even. He could still taste it now.
       
       Thinking about it, his attention drifted enough that he didn’t even notice the bag of chips that was hurled at his face while he licked his lips. “Bastard! Only good thing about you is that dick!” Petroa was furious. The heavy cat stomped and raised his fist. It was strong enough to make the room shake. 
       
       Apullo was happy for it, when he shook his head out from under the bag, he saw that Petroa was standing, and he’d taken a step closer too. It definitely wouldn’t take long to get him to the bed now. “Aww, c’mon babe, just ‘cause it’s the best part don’t mean it’s the only good thing. What about my dazzlin’ smile?” With a hearty chuckle, he showed off his fangs. That got Petroa to shiver again, for a second anyway. He got right back to his angry glaring once Apullo grabbed one of the chips and started stuffing his face.
       
       “Damnit! I’m not some meal you freak!” Petroa stormed toward Apullo. The black cat didn’t take his eyes off him for a second, even while he was licking the tasty grease off his claws. “Stop freaking looking at me like that!” He knocked the bag out of Apullo’s paws and dug his own claws into his wrist. “I hate you, remember? A few days of non-stop fucking ain’t gonna change that!”
       
       Apullo glanced at the cast aside bag of chips. For just a second, he was angry. Then he laughed. “Aww, c’mon babe, don’t be jealous!” He glared up at Petroa, opening his eyes to really take in the chunky man’s form. He had him just about where he wanted him now. It would just take a pull or two to get him back into a nice cozy position for sleeping. But then again, it would probably be even less work to get a little bit more out of him. “You know you’re my favorite snack, I was just getting a little munchy.”
       
       Petroa really flinched then. Apullo set his claws firmly on the man’s hip and really ran his claws through the sarge’s fur. He was shivering at Apullo’s touch again, more than last night even. 
       
       Their game had been near the same all week. Apullo would mindlock Petroa the moment he got nice and horny, and the pair of them would go to town until he passed out. It wasn’t hard to manipulate the big guy, he’d get horned up the moment Apullo showed him his big black cock. The only unpredictable thing was how vicious he’d be in the back and forth. Usually they’d wrestle a bit before they got to the good stuff. 
       
       This was different. To start, the sarge was horny and staying that way, no mindlock required. Apullo had been letting the lock drop a bit the last couple nights thanks to Petroa becoming more compliant, but this time he hadn’t used it at all and the sarge was still absolutely rock hard and pulsing on the black cat’s stomach. 
       
       Much more deliciously though, he wasn’t just angry and horny this time. This time he was angry and scared. Apullo could smell the fear coming off him. It was amazing. And it was even better that he was trying to act tough even with his eyes wide and his eyebrows twitching. It was absolutely freaking adorable. “Damn, babe. I think you’re lookin’ even more tasty than usual actually. You looking for some more fun before we lay down?”
       
       Apullo leaned in, putting more effort than he expected into this little encounter by sitting up. He was stopped though. Petroa shoved him right back down. “You freaky bastard. I’m not gonna be some freaking toy for you. Doesn’t matter how good a freakin’ lay you are.” He really shivered while he cursed. Apullo felt it vibrating through his paw. It almost felt like purring, and it made the black cat purr right back.  “I’m not some freaky alien cat, damnit. I’m-”
       
       “Martian, right?” Apullo interrupted his toy and really flashed him a smile. No mindlock just yet, but he didn’t want the big guy getting ideas and thinking maybe he was human. Besides, he was starting to get a bit of what this was about. He grabbed Petroa’s paw and pulled it to his lips. “C’mon, babe, that don’t matter to me. A snack’s a snack. Hell, I dig foreign food!” Loudly and obnoxiously, he licked the paw, taking extrta care with the claws that came out. 
       
       Petroa shivered, but he didn’t pull away. That was promising. Last night, Apullo must’ve gotten kinda spicy for the new cat. He’d let slip about a few things he didn’t expect to while he was cuddling, like how he was a prince one day he’d get eaten by his new queen. That probably meant Petroa was finally taking him seriously. Latell had told him that humans didn’t do that kinda thing to their partners, so it would make sense the sarge hadn’t thought about it. 
       
       Come to think of it, Apullo hadn’t actually thought all that much about it either. Petroa was a tasty snack or sure, but talking about him like a real meal was just pillow talk ‘til now. Seeing him all nervous and hard though, it got the black cat’s mind buzzing, and tasting the sweet fear in his claws really got the black cat’s mind buzzing. 
       
       “You know, sarge, I think a cat like you actually could make a damn fine meal.” Apullo shut his eyes and enjoyed the taste, really savoring it. He could feel Petroa’s dick pulsing harder against his stomach. It was getting real tempting to get up and taste more with that teasing him, so he did, pulling himself up to his lover’s chest and running his tongue over the rough brown fur there. “Oh yeah, a damn fine meal!”
       
       “Gah! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Petroa growled. He also purred, noticeably not pulling back even though he did squirm in Apullo’s grip. Apullo had dug his claws into the sarge’s lower back, so it wasn’t like he was gonna get away anyhow, but it was still nice to think he wasn’t tryin’ to escape. “Why the hell do you make me so hot? Damn cat…”
       
       “’Cause you love me, and you know it.” Apullo paused his tasting just long enough to giggle against the sarge’s belly. His brain really buzzed then. He could feel Petroa’s buzzed to. Suddenly, as long as he could remember, he wanted a cat like the big guy. He had always wanted to be the predator and not just the prey. Having a proper meal he could take home with him someday was getting more appealing by the moment. He put in even more effort, sitting up a bit more and pulling his lover down. He knew Petroa would be putty in his paws with a dick up against his tail. “C’mon, lover, say you love me.”
       
       “I just told you I h-ha-” An overwhelming purr stopped him from finishing. Apullo went right back to licking the moment he was done talking. He got greedier with it too, mindlessly running his tongue and his fangs over the spots he could reach on Petroa’s chest. The big man couldn’t resist long, dropping his weighty ass back onto the black cat’s cock. He kept up his arguing though. “Damint I’m not… I’m not your freaking lover, you freak.” Apullo could practically smell his brain frying. He was purring like crazy and totally losing it. 
       
       “Damn straight, sarge. You’re my dinner.” Apullo got real greedy, then. With the sarge sinking lower, he could reach up and grab a bit of his shoulder, just like their first time. He kept it to a nibble, just enough to get a moan out of his lover for now. It was tempting to take a chunk, but suddenly he was realizing just how much savoring the big guy mattered to him. “Tell you what though, ‘til dinnertime comes, I think you’ll make a fine lover. Gotta get you good and ready.” He reached down and grabbed at the sarge’s cheek, kneading and pulling at it.  He couldn’t bring himself to focus enough to get under that tail properly just yet, but he did make sure his cock was pressed right up against the sarge’s ass. 
       
       He knew it’d drive the big guy crazy. “How do you freaking do this… You’re messing with my head again, ain’t ya?” Petroa squirmed again, really pushing this time. Latell had let Apullo’s powers slip to him at some point, but he should know he wasn’t getting fucked with now. At least not yet. Apullo’s mind locking wasn’t subtle, just keeping emotions in place. Right now Petroa was moving from horny to freaked out to pissed off without beats in between. Apullo could taste every state. “It’s that damn cock of yours, just as messed up as those freaky eyes.”
       
       “Heehee! Nah, babe, it’s way more messed up, you know that!” His voice was muffled, but his laugh sent Petroa’s ears and tail twitching nicely anyway. He wasn’t about to pull away from the delicious cat just to tease him if he didn’t have to. Instead he kept kneading Petroa’s back, coaxing his big guy to move himself. 
       
       Petroa didn’t exactly resist. He spread his legs apart and steadied himself, and he tried to stop his purring and growl again. He also got his paw behind Apullo’s head and dug his claws into the back of it. It was all a really cute way of acting like he was in charge. Just to make sure everything was clear, Apollo gave him another nibble right around his highest nipple. That didn’t stop Petroa’s steady descent though, just made him dig in his claws harder. He was determined now. 
       
       Apullo was bricked up enough thinking about his meal that it wasn’t even hard for the big guy to slide right back onto him. Probably helped that he’d gotten plenty loose with all the time they spent together. His warm body engulfing the black cat’s dick still hit the spot perfectly though. He was the perfect shape to send Apullo into a sensory spiral. He had thought about eating him right up the first time he took that ass, and now it was fitting him like a warm glove. “Ah shit! Yeah that’s the good shit!” He stopped himself from digging in and thrust up into the big man before trying to lay back. “Gonna get you good and ready.”
       
       Surprisingly, Petroa let him fall back. He eased up with his claws and fell back himself, groaning. “Ugh… damnit... Just shut the fuck up and-” Another groan broke out, this one mixing with his growl he was using to cover that cute little purr. “F-Fuck me already! Damnit!”

       “Heehee!” The laugh made both of their guts shake, and Petroa dug in his claws again. “Sure thing, Pet, just do me a favor and start acting like top shit alright?” Apullo dug his claws into Petroa’s hip, not playfully or testing like his lover though, he was harsh. It sent a shocker up the other cat and made him let go of the black cat’s head. Apullo took the chance to lay back against his pillow and give his lover another good thrust. “C’mon show me that little bitch voice of yours!” 
       
       “Ngh… n-no…” Petroa struggled, but his brain was buzzing gain. Apullo could feel it since his was buzzing too. His chunky lover had the cutest earthling meow. He could practically hear it even before Petroa gave in. All that took was one extra thrust. He tried to growl, but there wasn’t much hope. “Grr…. Rroowwrrlll!” It came out more viciously than any of the cursing he’d done so far, and Petroa forced himself down hard onto Apullo’s cock hoping to silence it with a hiss. 
       
       It didn’t work, Apullo was happy to hear it ended up just getting louder. It was loud enough to even cover up the sound of the black cat’s laugh. Not his shouting though. “That’s the shit, bitch! Just my cute little Martian Pet ain’t ya!” He dug his claws in even deeper and harsher. He didn’t need to thrust though. Petroa took care of that slamming his ass hard into Apullo’s groin and slapping his tail right against his lover’s balls. “Damn! Gonna stuff you up real good!”
       
       Apullo genuinely thought about holding back. He would need to put in some real effort to keep up against that wonderful warmth on his groin though, and Petroa’s yowling got worse by the second too. He couldn’t be bothered to wait with all that stacked against him. He let loose his own cat-like sigh and let himself go practically instantly, tossing his head back.
       
       Both cats were buzzing like crazy then. Apullo felt like his brain was being outright fried, and he was drooling just as much as he came. His lover was frozen on top of him getting filled, and he couldn’t stop himself from digging his claws in even deeper, cutting through the fur and fat of Petroa’s hip. Every part of him was flooded by the idea of this tasty meal on him. “Yeah, that’s it babe, suck up that flavor.”
       
       “D-damnit! I t-told you-” Petroa chocked on his curse another yowl breaking through his throat before he could finish. He was nearly frozen by it, but not all the way. He was able to shift his weight forward and fall toward Apullo, and he was able to reach out and set his hands around Apullo’s throat as he fell too. “How’s about I eat you first you fucking freak!”
       
       The claws around his throat squeezed, not quite enough to close off his air, but enough to hurt, and Apullo’s eyes shot open wide and wild. His claws dug in deeper, and his brain totally fried as his dick got even more rigid than before. “F-fuck!” His eyes rolled back as another blast of cum shot out of him just as his dick slid out of his lover, splashing his tail and back. “F=fuck yeah! E-eat me!”
       
       Without thinking, he let go of the big guy’s hips and grabbed him by the head. Petroa was probably shocked, since he just let Apullo grab him without an ounce of the fight he’d used to strangle him, but Apullo didn’t really care. He slammed Petroa’s face into his and slammed his tongue into Petroa’s mouth, and thankfully Petroa got the message right away. The moment their lips touched, he was biting, and the black cat melted under him. 
       
       Apullo forced the kiss until he couldn’t keep up the energy for it anymore. That wasn’t long. He melted under his comforter in seconds. He’d probably pass out right there if Petroa had the guts to keep biting or choking. Sadly though, without him pushing it, Petroa broke away, panting and spitting. “Gah… fucking horny freak…” He collapsed too, acting as just the blanket Apullo had first called him over for. 
       
       Well, that and a little more. He ended up pulling his face away from Apullo, and since he was just as suddenly drained he couldn’t move far. He ended up resting his face in the crook of the black cat’s neck. Apullo could feel his heavy breathing, and if he pressed the issue, he could feel a touch of his fangs too. 
       
       It was actually a letdown that got him laughing again. “Hee.” He closed his eyes tried to relax. He couldn’t though. Stiff as he was still, he couldn’t stop his stomach growling. Thoughtlessly he grabbed a chip and licked his claws, tasting his big Martian lover on them still alongside the grease. “Mmm… I ain’t sharin’ just so you know.” He was teasing, but his dick was absolutely aching while he licked his lips. “You want somethin’ to eat you know what to do.”
       
       “Fucking freak…” Petroa groaned, but he didn’t move. He just started shaking again. The buzzing was dying down, but it wasn’t gone just yet. 
       
       A buzzing in the ship’s loudspeakers did threaten to interrupt it though. “Uh, Latell, I’m not sure this is working out how we expected… Should I disengage the system?” Apullo recognized Dola was spying on them the whole time, and he didn’t mind the audience, so he ignored it. 
       
       Latell spying in was a surprise though. “I… don’t know, Dola. They look happy, that was the plan, right? Damn cat, we can’t keep him around forever. How am I supposed to explain this to the chief?” 
       
       Apullo chose to mostly ignore him too. “I ain’t lettin’ go of a meal this good.” He laughed again and hugged onto Petroa tighter. In spite of his shivering, Petroa hugged back. “You’re stickin’ with me, you got that, Pet?”
       
       The purring that followed drowned out any buzzing room that point, and the yowling that would start up again soon drowned out any of Latell and Dola’s bullshit, thankfully. Apullo knew he wouldn’t be leaving his room until he and his Pet were good and full at that point. That would take a good long time.