0 comments/ 75131 views/ 69 favorites Alien Cat-duction By: dowd_elwood_p *** Glow *** The living room lit up bright orange. The glow flooded through the cottage's back windows as if the forest had burst into flame, and then, everything went dark again. It couldn't have been lightning – it had been silent and drawn out. I hurried out to the back step, but all I could see was the dark outline of pine boughs swaying lethargically in the evening breeze. Because of the isolation out here, the possibility of fire always concerned me. The closest fire station was at Elk Lake, about half an hour away, and the phone service was sporadic. I rushed back inside to grab a coat and flashlight and then headed out to investigate. I hustled up the backyard slope towards the path in the forest. Clods of clay under the sparse, dry savannah that I like to call a lawn crunched under my boots. All around me, the wind-tossed trees huffed their long murmurs of nightly gossip. They certainly had something to talk about tonight. I usually spent weekends out at the cottage to enjoy the quiet. As a divorced, middle-aged man with no relatives living near me, I savoured my solitude. Being in the city, surrounded by people and families, meant being constantly reminded of what was missing in my life. Being here in the seclusion of the backwoods meant returning to a natural state of detached peacefulness. I cohabited with the trees and birds and squirrels, but we kept our distance and owed nothing to each other. Passing the wood shed, I noticed that its door was ajar. Animals were forever sneaking in there and making a mess. I peered into the dark interior but heard nothing. Shoving the door shut, I prepared to continue up to the ridgeline, but then I heard the log pile shift. I opened the door again and shone the flashlight inside. Suddenly, a small figure in a black jumpsuit and motorcycle helmet reared back from the beam, kicking logs into a minor avalanche onto the hut floor. The motorcycle rider cowered on top of the pile in the back corner. He looked like a dirt biker, and I wondered if he had just totalled his bike over the ridge and stumbled down here in a daze. It must have been a helluva crash for the fireball to have lit up the cottage like that. I crouched beside the wood pile to appear less menacing and held out my hand. The rider scuttled nervously on top of the logs. Then, after a while, he became still. I could see his chest moving as he breathed. He must really have been shaken up. "Are you hurt?" I asked but got no reply. "Are you injured? Did you bang up your bike?" Still nothing. Judging from the small five-foot frame, I figured that it was just a kid. The jumpsuit appeared to be made of thick leather or vinyl, although it didn't have the padded areas that you usually see on a dirt bike outfit. The helmet had a sleek shape, probably for aerodynamics, and the face shield was tinted so that I couldn't see inside. "Let me take you to the cottage so I can help you." Like a moron, I started speaking loudly and slowly as if that would help him understand me better. But something worked, because he held his gloved hand out to me. I hooked my arms under him and stood up. He was surprisingly light – definitely a kid. Maybe a girl. Whoever it was, he or she relented to my custody and hooked his or her arms around my neck. As I carried the rider back down the slope, I could have sworn that, through the helmet, I could hear a raspy mumbling sound, like a low growling or heavy purring. I hoped that he didn't have a punctured lung or blocked airway. And something else puzzled me. There seemed to be a roll of material running up the rider's back. I could feel its soft bulge press into my arm. I wondered if it was just the zipper, but it felt too thick to be that. At the cottage, I lowered the rider gently onto the living room couch. Then, kneeling beside him, I searched under the helmet for a chin strap, but before I could find it, he reached up and pressed a button. With a whiff of expelling air and the whir of a small motor, the neck drape retracted up and the helmet cracked open – pretty impressive. I lifted it off. Well, it was definitely a girl, perhaps in her late teens, and a really beautiful one at that. The skin on her face was soft and unblemished. She had high cheekbones, a small mouth and large round eyes. Well, they looked round, but they also ... Oh my goodness! The pupils had vertical slits like a cat's eyes. Then she shook her full head of auburn hair, and ... Yikes! ... poking up was a pair of tall, pointed ears – like a cat's. They had to be part of a costume. I reached my hand over. No, they were definitely real. She rubbed her head into my hand and meowed. Cripes! Was this a cat? A cat person? She unzipped her jumpsuit to her stomach, allowing her small perky breasts to push apart the unfastened zipper and reveal a soft, innocent cleavage. She had normal pink skin on her chest – beautifully soft, flawless skin – but in her cleavage and down her centerline, there was a thin trail of downy, auburn mane. She meowed again and pointed to one of her ears. If she were asking me a question, I didn't have a clue what she wanted. She reached into the front pocket of her suit and pulled out a small spongy object, like an earplug. She pushed it into one of my ears, then she meowed at me again. The earplug beeped, and I thought I heard the word 'interrogative'. "Meow hur-r-r-r meow meow hur-r-r-r," she repeated. "Beep. Interrogative. Second person subject. Imprisonment. Assistance. First person object," sounded in my head, but in her voice this time. "Meow hur-r-r-r meow meow hur-r-r-r," she growled again. "Beep. Are you capturing me or helping me?" There was a small time lag, but this time, it had really seemed like she had said the words herself. "I'm helping you. Are you hurt?" I replied. She smiled in relief and threw her arms around me, nuzzling her head under my chin. Her hair slid softly across my neck as she rubbed. The edge of her ear tickled in behind. I leaned back and almost pulled her off the couch. "Who are you?" I asked. "What are you?" "My name is Leosa." The beeping had stopped, and now, except for the out-of-sync movement of her lips, it seemed like she was speaking directly to me in English. She turned her head towards me, her nose almost touching mine. "What is your name?" "Harvey." "Har-r-r-r-r-vey," she purred and then laughed. "That's a funny name to say. Leosa greets Har-r-r-r-vey." She licked across my mouth, rasping it with the little barbs on her tongue. She licked again and then again. Then she penetrated my lips with her tongue and explored my mouth. I was stunned, but by reflex, I licked back. She reared back. "Your tongue is so soft!" she exclaimed. "Greet me again, Harvey." I licked her mouth again, causing her to squeal. "Your tongue is wonderful. So slippery. It's like a little snail. I like greeting you," she said, smiling. *** Ritual *** She hugged me and then stood up. "I'm sorry. I haven't removed my enviro-suit yet," she said. "You must think me very rude." Her thick hair fell down her back past her shoulder blades. She peeled the suit off her shoulders, allowing her two little teardrop breasts to spring free. Struggling to pull the suit off her arms, she wriggled, causing her breasts to jostle with her effort. Finally, she had the suit down to her waist. From my kneeling position, I stared at her in amazement. Her arms and the sides of her body were covered in a fine tan-coloured fur that was mottled with black spots. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, pushing on the suit gathered at her waist. "What do you mean?" "You don't wear clothes inside, do you?" Bending forward, she slipped the suit down to her ankles and pulled it off her legs. Her breasts drooped under her chest. Whipping up behind her, a long, fuzzy, black tail curved and arched seemingly under her control. The mottled fur covered most of her body except for her face, neck, chest, groin and rear. It was as if she were wearing a one-piece, flesh swimsuit over a cat's body. "Well, yeah," I replied. She sneered at me. "Right," she scoffed as she stood back up. The thin mane that ran down her front ended in a patch over her vagina, but the lower part of her lips peeked into view just below it. "Come on. You're going to have to take off your clothes if we're gonna finish greeting." She kneeled down in front of me and peeled off my coat. Then she began to undo my shirt buttons. "What are you?" I asked, still in shock. "What do you mean, what am I?" She took off my shirt and got to work on my pants. "Where do you come from?" "Felis, of course." She undid my belt, button and fly. "What? Like you've never seen a Felisian before?" "You're ... you're ... you're an alien?!" She motioned for me to stand up. "Don't be rude. Gawd! Alien?! You say that like you've never ..." She yanked on my pants until she got them to my knees, then she stopped. Looking up at me, she said, "Have you ... Have you never seen someone from another planet before?" I shook my head. "Are you serious?!" she gasped. "Uh oh. Um ... what ... uh ... what do you call this planet?" "Earth." "Earth? Earth? Never heard of it. Earth? Shit!" "So what's going on, Leosa? Did you crash? Are you hurt? Will others be looking for you?" She finished pulling my pants off my feet. "Looking for me? Yeah, you could say that." She grabbed the waistband of my boxers and began to pull them down. "I ... uh ... I escaped." "Hey!" I grabbed at my boxers. "What're you doing?" "What?" She tugged against my hold. "I'm taking your clothes off," she replied nonchalantly. "But then I'll be naked." "Yeah." With a big yank, she slipped my boxers down to the floor and then off me. I quickly covered myself. Standing up, she smiled and shook her head. "Well how does your kind greet if you don't get naked?" she asked. "We shake hands." She cocked her head. "Show me." I held out my hand. She grabbed it immediately and dragged me to the centre of the room. Then she pulled me down until we were both on all fours, facing each other. "Well we don't," she said. "Are you ready?" "But I ...," I protested. "Sh sh sh sh sh." She placed two fingers across my lips. Then she leaned towards my face and said calmly, "Are you ready?" Looking directly into her face, I was struck again by how naturally beautiful she was – innocent and young and pure. "I guess so," I replied, almost in a whisper. She stared into my eyes, our noses almost touching. "I am Leosa," she spoke in a ritual tone, "I am your indebted guest. I will do as you ask of me. I am obliged to you." I smiled at her formality. "Harvey!" she reproved me. "This is a serious custom. Now you must say, 'I am Harvey'." "I am Harvey," I repeated, and then, following her cues, I parroted, "I am your gracious host. I will give what you ask of me. I am obliged to you." I had barely gotten the last part out when she attacked my mouth. Her tongue rasped and probed my lips. I returned the gesture, and she reared back, giggling. "I'm sorry," she chuckled, "but that tongue is so weird. Slimy slug." "Hey!" I got back at her. "This is serious." "All right, this is serious." Composing herself, she recommenced licking my mouth. Then she licked down my chin to my neck. I shivered from her rough, wet touch and tried to repeat her procedure. When I got to the base of her neck, she squealed and jerked to the side. "Sorry, sorry," she apologized, "I'm just not used to it." She switched to smelling down the side of my body. I followed suit, but this part of the ritual was lost on me. When she got to my hip, she moved around behind me. A few touches of the tip of her nose told me that she was at the least pleasant place to be sniffing. Then, I felt her hand reach between my legs, causing me to brace. She cradled my cock and balls loosely in her hand, juggling them lightly and giving my penis a light massage. "Don't move," she said from behind me, taking her time as she played. "You're displaying your trust." I was displaying enjoyment; it felt glorious. She sniffed up the other side of my body, her tail sliding ticklishly over my back as she went. Then she positioned herself in front of me, her backside offered to my face. Her tail swayed seductively through the air. I stared at where it joined the body. It wriggled back and forth from the base of her spine so naturally that I almost wondered why I didn't have one myself. Underneath the tail, her round little ass cheeks pushed towards me unguardedly. Between the soft curvy mounds, her pucker peeked into view, and in the gap between her legs, her lips looked plump and fleshy. I pretended to sniff around, occasionally touching my nose to her bottom to play the role. However, when I neared her vagina, I did sense a wonderfully musky aroma that excited me. Maybe there was something to this smelling after all. Getting up on my knees, I placed my hand carefully on her groin, as she had done to me. I liked this part of the ritual. My fingertips combed into a wet patch of mane, and then my hand rested on her plump lips, which squished on contact. Her juices flowed out onto my hand. She expressed a low, extended growl. She moved around to face me. She had a smirk on her lips. "Since you're the host,'" she explained, "you have to present first." "What does that mean?" She shoved my shoulder, sending me backwards. "On your back," she commanded. She crawled between my legs, leaned down and then licked my sac. The barbed tongue made my balls jump and dance with her lapping. She licked along my cock, causing it to flop and wobble as she went. This ritual just kept getting better and better. I thought that she was going to lick my skin right off, but the sensation was erotic and dirty nonetheless. Soon my member was completely stiff. Leosa stopped and sat back on her haunches. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know you were in season." I raised myself up on my elbows. "What do you mean?" "Your penis. It's that time of the month when you mate." "My erection? Oh heavens, it gets hard all the time. Well, not as much as when I was young, but it gets hard ... I don't know ... several times a day, I guess." Her mouth agape, Leosa stared at it unblinkingly. Sneaking a hand between her thighs, she fingered herself discreetly. "Several times a day?!" she gasped. She used her free hand to run along my shaft, while she rubbed herself more noticeably with her other one. She closed her eyes and growled. Then she grabbed my wrists and pulled me up, her claws digging into my skin. "I have to present to you now," she said excitedly. She flopped onto her back and flung her legs apart. Her tail slithered around on the floor beside her. As I crawled between her legs, she grabbed my head and forced it down to her groin. My nose buried into her wet mane. Its musty odour sent a thrill down my spine. I wasn't sure what the correct procedure was, so I just made one long lick up her slit, my tongue pressing in on her tangy lips. She squirmed her hips and pulled down on my head, her claws penetrating my skin. "Oh my gawd! That tongue!" she cried. "It's so slippery!" I took it as a cue to keep licking. I picked up the pace, licking along one lip and then the other, pushing between the two lips and then strumming them with my tongue. I worked my way up from bottom, nuzzling into the mane at the top. As I went, she bucked her hips and growled. Her thighs quivered. Her claws dug in. When I arrived at her clit, she placed a hand on my forehead and pushed me away. "No, no," she puffed, "This is not part of the greeting. You have to ..." I grabbed her hips and forced my head back down, burrowing into the mane, licking furiously at her clit. She bucked her hips frantically. "Oh gawd! Oh gawd!! OHHHH!!!" She skirled a loud throaty growl like a cougar in an attack. Juices seeped out all around my mouth. She squeezed my head between her thighs with amazing strength and then stretched out her body rigidly. "Oh gawd! Nnggghhh!!" Then, she went limp. Getting up on my knees, I looked down on her exhausted body. She was panting noticeably. "Well that was certainly better than shaking hands," I said. *** Ablutions *** "I have to pee," she stated. "Sure. The bathroom is through the hall." "I don't want to take a bath. I want to pee," she insisted. "Yeah, I know. The toilet is in the bathroom. It's ... Here, let me show you." Helping her up, I led her there. Inside, she leaped into the bathtub and shuffled around uncomfortably. "Where's the litter?" she asked. "Um, sorry no, the toilet's here. We use this," I explained, pointing to the bowl. She cocked her head. "You get in that? You'll get wet." I laughed. "No. You sit on it. On the seat. See." I sat down to show her, but she still looked puzzled. "All right, watch." I had to go anyways, so I reached down to hold my dick and began to urinate. When she heard the tinkling noise, she scampered over, peeking at me and the toilet from all sides. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my penis out of my hand. It felt dirty to have her holding me while I was peeing, and I only hoped that I could finish before I got hard. Finally, I stopped and, based on my firmness, not a minute too soon. "You need to shake it a couple of times to get the last drops off," I suggested naughtily. She waggled my penis rapidly and then began squeezing down on it as if she were milking a teat. "Okay, okay, okay," I gasped, "I think you got it." As I stood up, my hard-on flicked out in front of me, but Leosa's attention was on the bowl. She sniffed and stared inside. Reaching over, I pushed down on the flush handle. The swoosh of water caused her to leap back, but then she returned to inspect the flow. I snickered to myself as I walked over to wash up. I guess that aliens aren't advanced in all technologies. Then I felt a tug on my hips. Spinning around, I encountered Leosa on her knees in front of me. "Let me wash you," she said and then began to lick my penis. She grabbed the base of my cock and licked it all over. She was very thorough. Her licking was fast, and her barbed tongue stimulated every area of my skin. "You're hard again," she observed, looking up at me. "I think you like the way Leosa washes you." I nodded appreciatively, and she went at it again. My cock strained in her grip and got rock hard from her preening. I whimpered at the feeling. "R-r-r-r-r," she purred. "I think you're clean now. Should I stop?" Her tail curved and swooped playfully in the air. I shook my head meekly. She smiled and returned to her duty, licking and licking and licking. I wasn't going to last much longer. I placed my hands on the sides of her head and guided her mouth over my tip. Then I slid myself inside. It felt so warm and soothing that I nearly came right then. She pulled off of me. "That's not cleaning," she said coyly. "Do you want Leosa to do that?" "Please," I replied weakly. She grinned and swallowed me again. Up and down, her head bobbed. Slowly and wetly. My knees began to buckle, and then everything gripped. I pulled out immediately. "OH-UH-OHHHH," I shuddered. Against her hold, I spurted. Gobs of cum shot out of my dick and landed on her fur and the floor. I pushed repeatedly into her grip until I was finished. Leosa stared at me grimly. She huffed at me and then started cleaning the cum off her fur with her tongue. "Why did you pull away?" she asked. "Now you've made a mess." I reached over her for some tissues. "Here, I'll get the floor," I said. Leosa stopped preening in order to move over to the toilet. She perched herself uncertainly on the seat. After swabbing up the last of my mess, I tossed the tissues out and stood up to leave, but before I could get very far, she grabbed my arm. "Don't go," she mewed. Alien Cat-duction I turned. My balls and penis wobbled inches from her face. Cupping them in her hand, she rolled them around in her fingers, sometimes inspecting them, sometimes playing with them. I could hear her tinkle while she fondled me idly. "Harvey?" she mused, staring at her plaything. "Can you get hard again even though you've just done that?" "Sure," I reassured her. "I gotta rest a bit, but yeah, I'll be ready to go again later." I liked the way she thought. Looking up at me, she grinned. Her eyes glimmered. I reached for some toilet paper and offered it to her. "What's that for?" she asked. "It's to wipe yourself." "Aren't you going to clean me? I cleaned you." "Um ... maybe next time. Why don't you try it this way, just so you see how we do it," I suggested, turning to leave. "I'll leave you to it now." From behind me, I heard her murmur, "Ahhh," in protest. *** Questions *** I strolled back to the couch and flopped down, exhausted from our fooling around. Soon, Leosa joined me. She climbed over the back of the couch, over my shoulder and nestled into my lap. Curling around my groin, she began to play with her toy again. Her tail slew around in the air in front of my face until I batted it away. "Leosa, stop it for a minute." "But I want to see if it'll get hard again." "C'mere." I lifted her away from her distraction. "Can't we rest for a minute? I want to ask you some questions." Sticking out her bottom lip, she rose onto her knees, and before I knew it, she toppled me onto my back so that I was lying down on the couch. Then she smiled. She stretched out on top of my body and threw her arms around my neck. "Better?" she said coyly. I could feel her soft breasts on my chest and her wet mane on my penis. "Yes, if you settle down." She squirmed her hips, sponging her wet patch all over my groin. "I'm not lying on anything, am I?" she giggled, agitating her hips some more. Her lubricated pussy lips straddled the underside of my cock, which nestled along her slit. "You're not settling down." I reached to stop her hips with my hands, but as I brushed down her sides, I got caught up in the feeling of the soft fur on her back. Something about the fur made want to keep petting her. The more I rubbed, the calmer she got. "R-r-r-r-r," she purred, nuzzling into my neck, "That's nice." I could feel her breath on my skin. "Where did you escape from?" I asked. "Hmmm?" Her tail snaked up beside my face and tickled my ear. Her hips continued to rock slowly, causing her lips to slide gently up and down my flattened cock. "You said you escaped. Where did you escape from?" "Escape?" she said beside my ear. "Oh ... Um ... are you sure you've never heard of Felis before?" "Yeah. Why?" "No reason," she replied, propping her head up with her hands, her elbows on my chest. "I live on a planet where the dominant race exploits my race, and ..." "Dominant race?" I butted in. "The Tigrinoids. They're horribly striped creatures." "And you're not a Tigrinoid." "Heavens no. I am beautifully spotted. I'm a Leopasian." She pinched my lips shut. "You have to let me tell my story." "Snorry," I mumbled in her grip. "I was orphaned when I was just a kitten and forced to live in a government pride. The elders used to abuse us all the time. Last week, I reached my age of majority. That's when they sell us off. I was in the transport that was taking me to my new owners, and so I stole an evacuation pod and landed here." Then, with a whisper, she said, "And then you rescued me." She bent down and licked my mouth. I kissed her back, causing her to rear back. "R-r-r-r-r, I liked that!" "Leosa," I said, "Where were they taking you?" She nuzzled into my neck again, flicking at it teasingly with her tongue. "A dirty, filthy, Canid mining colony." She began to rock her hips again. "I was supposed to be a domestic in one of their den barracks." Her pussy lips slid wetly on my cock. "They're awful, and you have to do whatever degrading thing they ask you to do." Up and down, she slid. Up and down. Then she sat up, pressing her pussy down over my cock. "But now you can be my master." She squished along my cock with more force as she rocked. I was getting wonderfully hard again. "But won't they ... Ohhh, that feels good. ... Won't they come looking for you?" She lifted her hips and reached down for my penis. After testing its stiffness, she angled it up for insertion. "Let's not talk about that right now. There's nobody looking for me at this moment." She lowered her hips. *** Humvee *** Thump-thump-thump-thump. I thought the front door was going to fall into the living room. Leosa sprung onto the floor into a defensive crouch, while I stared the door, stunned. My first reaction was not to answer it, but my jeep in the driveway gave away our presence. Thump-thump-thump-thump. I jumped up and threw on my boxers. Signalling Leosa to stay quiet, I hobbled to the door, my hard-on wobbling stiffly in my shorts. I opened the door, but just a crack so as to shield Leosa from view. On the doorstep outside loomed a female soldier in combats, backlit by the headlights of a Humvee in the driveway. She wasn't all that big, but her presence was certainly imposing. Under her disruptive pattern field cap, her dark eyes glared at me, while her fine blond hair strained against the tight bun at the back of her head. Above her disruptive pattern battledress pants, her thin khaki undershirt stretched tightly over a pair of large round breasts. She appeared to be wearing a bra, but her nipples poked angrily out at me regardless. On her arm, the white letters 'MP' contrasted starkly on a black armband. "Sir, I have to ask you to stay inside while we search your property," she advised me. "There's no need to be alarmed." She scanned up and down my body, and then pausing her inspection at my groin, she cocked an eyebrow. I suddenly felt naked. Turning to her colleague, she said, "Why don't you ... uh ... check the yard. I'll look around inside." "Okay, Sarge." The figure behind her jogged away. I was about to ask her what was going on when she pushed past me into the cottage. I panicked that she would come upon Leosa, but when I glanced over my shoulder, the room was empty of cat and clothing alike. "Excuse me!" I huffed. "What right do you have barging into my ..." The MP spun around, sliding a nightstick out of her belt in a smooth, practised motion. She placed the tip of the stick against my chest and pushed me back against the wall. "Sir," she said, "I advise you not to interfere." Her eyes bored into me, but when my back slapped against the wall, she softened. She smiled and let up on the baton. "This is for your own safety," she said in a calmer tone. She let the tip of the nightstick slide down my chest until it caught on the top edge of my boxer's waistband. "I would appreciate any cooperation you can offer." With a smirk, she applied more pressure on the tip and began forcing my boxers down my legs. I grabbed the waistband before it got too far. "Can I ask you what you're looking for?" I tried to sound more cooperative. She cocked her head in disappointment and turned around. Pacing around the room, she probed idly under cushions and behind curtains with her stick. "We have been advised that a satellite may have crashed in this vicinity, and we're afraid that there may be fallout from its power supply. Have you seen anything unusual tonight?" "Yes, there was a flash a while ago," I replied. "Wait a minute. If you're worried about a crashed satellite, why are you searching inside my cottage?" The MP strode back to me. I reared back, slamming against the wall again. She approached uncomfortably close. I tried to look her in the eyes, but when she was directly in front of me, I had to look off to the side. She stared at me for a bit, inches from my body, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest. She seemed to enjoy how uncomfortable she made me. Then she hooked the offset handle of her nightstick onto the top edge of my waistband and yanked it down in a swift movement. My boxers whisked to the floor. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but she grabbed my arms and slapped them against the wall. My hard-on wavered in front of me, occasionally catching on the material of her t-shirt. From the bedroom, I heard a low growl, but the MP didn't seem to notice it. "Please, sir," she said calmly, "the government is just looking for your cooperation. Which direction did the flash come from?" I looked down at her nervously. She seemed very cool. "Over there," I responded, pointing over her shoulder. She didn't bother to look. Instead, she rested the handle of her nightstick on top of my erection and slid it out along its length. Then she reached down to do the same thing with her hand when a call came through her belt-mounted radio. "Two-One, this is Two-One Charlie, over." She backed off and grabbed her mike. "Two-One, go." "Two-One Charlie. We got a debris field here, Sarge. It's about 600 metres north-east of your position, over." "Two-One, roger. Set up a cordon, and call it into Two. I'll be there ASAP. Out." She looked back at me and smiled. Sliding her nightstick back into her belt, she turned to leave, but then she returned, grabbed my neck and forced a kiss on my mouth with a loud smooch. "I'll be back to finish the ... search," she said. Her eyes locked on mine. They seemed very wilful and eager. "When I come back, I want you to ..." She was interrupted by a knock. "Sarge?" came a call from the other side of the door. She grinned, kissed me again and then left. The Humvee sped off down the road. *** Escape *** Leosa charged out of the bedroom, hissing. Stopping short of the front door, satisfied with her display, she slinked over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "I was going to attack her," she declared. "I was going to bite her throat and crush her windpipe." I hugged her. Petting my hands up and down the fur of her back, I tried to calm her down and managed to comfort myself at the same time. "Well it's a good thing that you didn't," I said. "It sounds like they have a whole unit in the woods looking for you. We're going to have to get out of here." I threw my clothes on, grabbed the car keys and hustled Leosa outside and into the jeep. Keeping the headlights off, I backed us slowly onto the gravel road. Leosa fidgeted on the passenger seat. "Get down in the foot-well," I instructed, pointing. I drove the jeep away from the direction of the crash site, keeping the speed down so as not to raise a dust cloud or make too much noise. "Shit," I exclaimed. "Where's your suit and helmet?" "In the cottage," she replied. "I don't need them." "No, but they'll find them there. Shit!" In the rear-view mirror, I could see flashlight beams dancing through the trees and the glow of large portable lights set up on the ridgeline. It was too late to turn back. I angled us up a dirt track that I knew led to the highway. With any luck, they won't have closed off all the roads yet. Leosa didn't seem able to stay still. She fussed in the foot-well, trying to get comfortable. Then she began tickling my leg. "Settle down," I told her. "We're not out yet." "It's dirty down here," she complained, "and you're making it too bumpy." "Just relax, will ya?" We broke through the tree-line and crested the ditch beside the highway. I shut the jeep off and scanned around. Dark shadows and chirping crickets settled in around us. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing. Shhh." There were no other movements or noise. No one had followed us down the trail, and there were no roadblocks in either direction on the highway. I flicked on the headlights and merged onto the road. Leosa noticed my smile. "Did we escape?" she asked, emerging from her refuge. "I don't know. I think so." I made a mental note to drive under the speed limit so that we wouldn't get pulled over. "Where are we going?" she asked. "To my house in the city." Leosa began to fidget again. She turned and pulled every knob on the dashboard, forcing me to either undo or retrieve each one she touched. Then she slipped between the bucket seats into the back. To our front, the highway was empty. The outline of the forests on either side of the road looked only slightly darker than the night sky. I kept my headlights on low beam though to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Something brushed my cheek. I batted at it, but hit nothing. Then I felt it again. It tickled my ear like a feather. After a moment, I looked into the rear-view mirror and watched the end of Leosa's tail snake up to the side of my face, tickle me and then whip away. "Leosa! Stop it! I'm driving here." Leaning over the back of my seat, she reached around and began to unbutton my shirt. "R-r-r-r-r," she purred, her mouth next to my ear. "Turn the autopilot on, and come back here with me." I tried to fend off her hand, but I couldn't halt her progress. Soon my shirt was completely open. "I can't. Cars don't have autopilots." "Ohhh," she whined, sucking my earlobe into mouth and then chewing on it. She rubbed her hand all over my chest. "Leosa! Please! We're going to go into the ditch!" She slid back into the front seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her breasts jiggle as she contorted into position. "Why would we do that?" she asked coyly, shifting around to face me. "Because you're bothering me." "Bothering you?!" She placed her hand on my thigh and began to slide it up towards my crotch. "I'm not really bothering you, am I?" I could see where this was going. I tried to grab her wrist, but she got both hands on my zipper before I could stop her. She unzipped me and fished around in my fly for my cock. "Leosa! Stop it!" "I just want to see if you're hard again." She lowered her head into my lap. I could feel her hand grasp my penis and pull it out. "Hmmm. Not yet, but I think I know what to do." "No! Don't!" My cock entered her warm, wet mouth. "Ohhh, geez! Leosa?!" "Yes, sir?" she replied playfully but then went down on me again. Realizing that the car was drifting across the road, I had to jink it back into the lane. "Leosa! Stop!" "Yes, sir," she said but kept bobbing her head slowly up and down on my shaft. She was relentless. Up and down. Up and down. At the end of each withdrawal, she slurped back on her saliva, then she went back down again. Up and down. Up and down. I probably should have pulled off the road, but I was caught up in it. Occasionally, I'd close my eyes in enjoyment and then have to jerk us back into the right lane. Up and down. Up and down. Then, cresting a far hill, an oncoming car approached. I felt my balls churn. My cock got really hard. Her mouth was hot and wet. Up and down. Up and down. The headlights got closer. I forced myself to focus on our lane. Up and down. Up and down. The other car was almost upon us. My groin clenched. Leosa plunged her mouth onto my cock. The other car was almost beside up. I thrust my hips into her face. "OHHH!! UNNGGGHHHH!!" Spurt after spurt went into her mouth. Our jeep drifted across the centreline. The oncoming driver blared his horn and swerved to avoid us. Leosa forcefully sucked up my cum. I jammed on the brakes. We slid sideways, finally halting in the middle of the road. "Oh my gawd!" I exclaimed, my heart pumping fitfully. "You can't do that when I'm driving! We're going to have an accident." Through the side window, I watched the red taillights of the other car recede into the night as the driver gave me another blast of his horn for good measure. Sitting back on her haunches in her seat, Leosa grinned at me proudly with her cheeks puffed out. She began to say something, but then some cum dribbled onto her chin, and so she had to swallow her mouthful. She broke out laughing and flopped back in her seat. I manoeuvred the car back into our lane and headed off again. Suddenly, Leosa pounced on my neck. "No! Don't go! Pull over! I want your tongue," she whinged. "It's my turn." I scowled at her and continued to drive. "Ohhh!" she moaned, plopping into her seat and crossing her arms. We drove on in silence. Leosa stared out the window for a while, but she just couldn't stay still. She snaked around the stick-shift, stretched out on my lap and turned her body up to face me. Then, she grabbed my hand and moved it onto her vagina. I combed my fingers through her patch of mane and onto her wet lips. Her juices oozed between my fingers. I traced around her vagina and then slid my middle finger along her crack between the lips. As I rubbed, she stretched out her body, growling contentedly. Her tail curved around my arm in a furry caress. I moved up to her clit and began flicking it with a fingertip. I vibrated on different spots and with different speeds until I found a combination that she really reacted to. Then I concentrated on maintaining it, flicking and flicking and flicking. She squirmed under my attention, her body writhing, her hips rolling. The soft fur on her back buffed my exposed cock. She responded in cycles, building up with lots of growling and gyrations and then settling down to contented purring. But at the height of each new cycle, she reached a more intense plateau. I turned onto a busier highway and merged into sporadic traffic. I had to pay more attention to the road now, but I was fascinated by how much she was enjoying my touch. I flicked and flicked. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm but then settled back down. In no time she grabbed it again, then settled down. Her cycles were getting shorter. So I decided to push her over the top. I inserted my finger into her vagina. She bucked her hips at the surprise. "Ahhhhh!" she screamed, grabbing onto my arm again and clamping my hand firmly against her. Her pussy was amazingly warm and wet. Its muscles clenched my finger almost as if she had a hand inside her grasping onto it. I fought against its incredible grip to slip my finger in and out. Luckily, she was wet enough to let me pump a bit. She growled loudly and dug her claws into my arm. I could no longer drive, so I pulled off onto the shoulder of the road. When I finally got the car stopped, I focused all my attention on her, pummelling her pussy mercilessly with my finger, fighting against her internal grip. Pump, pump, pump. She writhed and curled on my lap. Pump, pump, pump. Juices started to spritz out onto her seat. Pump, pump, pump. Suddenly, she went rigid. Inside her pussy, her wet muscle spasmed around my finger. Juices soaked my palm. "R-R-R-RARR-R-R!!" she snarled loudly. Then slowly, she relaxed her body until all I could see moving was her chest, as she panted rapidly to catch her breath. Eventually, she rose from my lap and crossed her arms limply around my neck. She had trouble keeping her eyes open. "When we get home," she panted, "I am going to mate with you until you beg me to stop." I swallowed. "Then I'm going to keep going." She licked my mouth and then crawled into the backseat, where she curled up. I threw the car blanket over her and watched her fall asleep, then I merged back onto the highway and dashed for home. I disregarded my earlier decision to stay under the speed limit. *** Master *** I clicked the garage door opener. Scanning the suburban cul-de-sac, I was glad to see everything dark and quiet. I slipped the jeep inside and lowered the door behind us. Leosa purred contentedly as I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the house. In the darkness, I felt my way carefully around chairs and corners, heading to the bedroom. She stirred. "Where are we?" she muttered, keeping her eyes closed and head on my arm. "Home," I replied. "Tigra? Is that you?" she mumbled. Alien Cat-duction "No, it's Harvey." I placed her gently on the bed. "Harvey?" she whispered, sounding confused, but then fell back to sleep. I covered her over. Leaving her to rest, I walked around the house, thinking about what I would need to stock up on. Food, definitely. I wondered what she ate. Grabbing a quick bite myself, I watched a little TV. Thankfully, there was nothing on the news about the crash. Then I took a shower. When I returned to the bedroom, I gazed down at Leosa slumbering peacefully. It made me feel warm inside to have her here. I slid in beside her and pulled the blanket down to admire her body. I ran a finger down her side along the border between her fur and skin, both sides innocently soft and naughtily inviting. Then I brushed my hand delicately under her supple breast, feathering my fingers around its rounded bottom. Watching her sleep while I played with her body started getting me hard again. Moving my hand up to her nipple, I brushed over the pink bud with my fingertips, then I pinched and tweaked it lightly. Leosa took a breath and then opened her eyes. "Sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you." "R-r-r-r-r. Yes you did," she purred. She turned over and then rolled me onto my back. "No, honestly, I ..." "Shhh," she hushed me. "You're going to need all your strength." She snuggled into my side and began to nibble and lick my neck. A thrill went down my spine. Something fuzzy tickled along my penis, went away, tickled again, went away and then wrapped around it. I looked down; it was her tail. While she nibbled on my neck, she slid the tail up and down my cock, the soft bristles brushing exquisitely on my sensitive skin. "Nnggghhh," I gasped. "Like that?" she murmured between wet nibbles. "Yes," I whispered back. After a few minutes of furry stroking, she unwrapped her tail and lowered her head to replace it. Slowly, she sucked my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I had been thinking about this moment for most of our drive back. Up, she slid slowly on my cock, and then ever so slowly again, she went down. U-u-u-u-p ... and then do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. I was fully hard in no time. She sucked me slowly, rhythmically, and I just lay there luxuriating in it. Then, on one of her up-slurps, she said breathily, "Do you want me, Harvey?" "What?" U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p ... "If you want me, you have to take me." Do-o-o-own. "Take you?" U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p ... "You have to take me." Do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p ... "Take me, Harvey." Do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p and do-o-o-own. U-u-u-u-p ... "If you want me, you have to ta..." I grabbed her shoulders, hefted her up the bed and flopped her onto her back. She growled and arched her back. Her eyes glimmered. I shifted between her legs. Angling my erection, I nestled the head of my penis between her pussy lips. She growled again. "Do it, Harvey. Do it!" she cried. I thrust with my hips, but she was amazingly tight. I thought my penis, as hard as it was, would buckle on me, but I kept pushing anyways. "Do it, Harvey!" she gasped. Her tail wrapped around my throat. Little by little, I penetrated between her thick, wet muscles, burrowing into her snug interior. She writhed and snarled beneath me. Her tail tightened, choking me, then released. I couldn't believe how warm her pussy was. I tried to pull out, but suddenly her muscles grasped my shaft. Then, starting at my base and working towards my tip, her muscles contracted rhythmically along the length of my cock. Wave after wave of her wet gripping milked my rod. "Oh my gawd!" I exclaimed. "You have to move too," she said, pushing on my hips. "What?!" Was she crazy? However, with her help, I actually got a bit of a slide going. But cripes! With my sliding and her frenetic pussy, I wasn't going to last another minute. "Oh gawd! Oh gawd! I'm gonna cum," I gasped. "No!" she said in a panic. "Wait!" She grabbed the sides of my head. Staring into my eyes, she recited, "I give myself over to you, entirely, willingly, unreservedly." Oh great! Another ritual. "I can't ... I can't last." Her muscles rippled along my cock. "No. Hurry. Repeat what I tell you. Say, 'I possess you now'." I repeated, "I possess you now." And then with her instruction, I continued, "I will co ... Ohhh ... co-mmand you. I will ten-n-n-nd ... Oh my goodness! ... and protect you. You belong to me. Ohhhh!" I was on the edge. Smiling, she ended the ritual softly, "I will do whatever you want, whenever you want, ..." Suddenly, she inhaled and clenched her body. Her pussy muscles clamped onto my penis, and then a thrum of ripples rose rapidly from base to tip. "AHHHH!!" I exploded, shooting cum deep into her wet confines. My penis pulsed as if it were going to thrust through its own skin, spurting and spurting and spurting. The waves of ripples continued to milk me, even after I stopped jerking. Finally, both of us relaxed, and I collapsed on top of her. "... for as long as you want me," she finished with an adoring tone, hugging me into her chest. It wasn't long after that that I fell asleep, but I seem to remember her rolling me onto my back, covering us with a blanket and curling around my body. "Good night, Master," she whispered. "Now my only thought is to do what you ask of me." *** Rescue *** Waking to the sensation of something tickling through my hair, I opened my eyes to see Leosa gazing down on me. My head cradled in her lap, she was combing her fingers through my hair. She smiled when she noticed me looking up at her. "Good morning, Sleepy," she said, curving her tail around to tickle my cheek. "You snore." I grinned back at her. "Yeah, I know. Sorry." "No, don't apologize; I liked it. It sounded like growling. I felt like I was back in the pride." She smoothed a hand over my cheek. "What time is it?" I asked. "Probably about 25 centads." "25 'centads'?" "Yeah, I know. It feels like about 40 centads, doesn't it?" "I guess." I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Where are you going?" she asked. "To get us some breakfast." "No, that's my job." Suddenly, a flash went off in the living room, sending a shiver down my spine. "Crap! What was that!" I exclaimed, jumping up. At the bedroom door, I peered out but saw nothing. I glanced back at Leosa. "Stay here," I ordered in a loud whisper. "No, don't!" she called back. I stepped out into the hall, shutting the bedroom door quietly behind me. Across the living room with its back to me stood another cat-person – naked, striped and huge. A female, based on her curvy, heart-shaped behind. Well over six feet tall, she looked formidably strong. Her long dusty blond hair flowed over the soft-orange, black-striped fur on her back. As her long tail waggled idly in the air behind her, she occupied herself inspecting items on my bookshelf. A shiver went through my body. Evidently, one of Leosa's Tigrinoid overseers was here to recapture her. I didn't know what to do. I was obviously no match for her physically, but I couldn't see how we could escape. I decided that bravado was my only option. "Hey!" I yelled, causing her to start and almost drop the picture she was holding. "Leosa's not going anywhere!" Composing herself, she set the picture down and glared over at me. I immediately realized that bravado had probably not been my best choice, but I was committed now. "You're not getting past me!" I roared. "She is not getting shipped off to any mining colony, and she's not going back with you!" I could feel an artery pulsing in my neck. "Mining colony?" she muttered. Bending over, she pulled a strap out of a bag at her feet. Then she walked calmly towards me, her large breasts jostling as she walked. Between them, a thin mane of soft blond fur ran down her centre front, just like Leosa's, ending in a patch at her pussy. I swallowed. Adopting what I thought was a reasonable martial arts pose, I made my stand. "Don't come any closer, you Tigrinoid monster," I warned her. "I don't want to hurt you." The large cat-woman stopped in her tracks and stared at me. Then she broke out laughing. "You are just the cutest thing," she chuckled. "Tigrinoid monster," she scoffed. Before I knew it, she had moved around behind me, wrapped the strap around my neck and cinched it tight. I felt an electric current running through it. I didn't have any trouble breathing, but I couldn't speak. Then suddenly, my knees buckled. "Hey, Tigra," Leosa said calmly behind us. "Don't hurt him, okay? Do you have to use the collar?" The cat-woman scowled and then walked me over to the couch, depositing me at her feet as she sat down. "Mom's pissed at you, you know," she said to Leosa, cupping my head in her hands and scratching me behind my ears. "You didn't tell her I was here, did you?" Leosa asked worriedly. "No. She thinks you're staying at Pumisa's tonight." Sitting back, Tigra pulled my head into her lap, unintentionally mushing my face into her crotch. My nose nuzzled into her musky smelling mane. "Tigrinoid? Mining colony? What's that all about?" she asked, petting the top of my head. "I'll tell you later," Leosa replied. "Mom's not gonna call Pu's mom, is she?" "I don't know," Tigra said dismissively, lifting my head by the chin to inspect my face. "So, where's the run-about?" Leosa jumped onto the couch beside Tigra, grabbing her arm plaintively. "Sis, you gotta swear not to tell Mom anything. Swear!" "Oh gawd, I knew it. You crashed the run-about, didn't you?" Leosa pouted. "Yes," she whimpered. "Teeg, what am I gonna do?" "Don't worry, Sis," Tigra reassured her. "We'll ... uh ... transmute the wreckage, wipe a few memories and tell Mom that the run-about was stolen." Tigra hooked a hand under my armpit and, with surprising strength, lifted me up into her lap. "Where'd you get monkey-boy here?" "He's not a monkey-boy. He's cute. He helped me after the crash. Isn't he cute? He has no fur." Leosa stroked a hand down my arm and cuddled in closer to me. "Yeah? Well, look around you. It's Earth; they're all like that." Tigra began kneading my chest with her fingers. "So what the hell are you doing here anyways? Earth's off-limits, you know." "It's not my fault. I've never heard of this stupid planet before," Leosa stated, "I called Pu on the vid for directions, and she told me to ... Wait a minute! How come you know about Earth?" Tigra smiled. "Well, when I ... Never mind." "What? Tell me." Tigra scooched out from under me, walked over to her bag and pulled out something that looked like a cell phone. "Never mind!" she insisted. "Come on. Let's get started before it gets too late to clean things up." "NO!" Leosa clutched me into her arms. "Not him! Don't wipe him. He's coming back with me." "What?" Tigra placed her hands on her hips and furrowed her brow. "He's my master," Leosa said proudly. "Master? What in the hell are you talking about?" "We conducted the Panthos rite of Masterhood," she declared. "Gawd, Leelee. You spend way too much time with those old religious books," Tigra said, sitting back down. "You and your rituals. Master or not, you know he can't come with us." Leosa cuddled my head next to hers, and Tigra began stroking my thigh. "Hey! Doesn't that rite involve intercourse?!" "Yes-s-s!" Leosa beamed. "We consummated the rite exactly how it's supposed to be done," she said proudly. "You had sex with him?!" "Yes-s-s! It was won-der-ful!" "You could've killed him," Tigra scowled. "These Earthlings aren't very robust, you know." Suddenly, she grabbed my penis and pulled it out like an elastic band. I shifted my hips in surprise. I felt like screaming, but my vocal cords wouldn't move. "They're not used to having sex as intensely as we do." "But he was protected by our conjoined spirit," Leosa asserted, hugging me closer. "Our souls bonded," she added dreamily. Tigra snorted. "Leelee, sometimes you are way out there." She released the tension on my penis and, in doing so, returned her hand to my groin and massaged it. "Anyways, Teeg," Leosa explained excitedly. "His thing can get stiff several times a day, and his tongue is slippery like a wet slug. And when he licks you, it feels so incredible." Tigra smirked. "I know." Her massaging was making my cock firm up, and by reflex, she wrapped her hand around it and began to pump it slowly. "So how is it that you know so much about Earth and Earthlings and ...?" Leosa gasped. "You've been here before!" "No." Tigra glanced down absently at her slow pumping, avoiding her sister's eyes. Leosa gasped again. "And you've had sex with them, haven't you?!" "No!" Tigra reacted, yanking on my member, but then resuming her idle stroking. "You have, Teeg! You're blushing." "All right! Yes! Yes!" Tigra admitted. My cock was now fully hard. Her strokes were long and firm. "It was a long time ago. I was your age. A group of us used to come here a lot and fool around. It was before they made it officially off-limits." "And?" "And what?" "And wasn't the sex great?" Tigra sniffed. "Yes. Yes, it was," she said, gazing off into the distance Then she looked back at her sister. "But it was a stupid thing to do, and I wasn't kidding around about hurting them. If you're not careful, you can lose control and then ..." She glanced down at my erection. "It was good, though," she murmured. With a grin, Leosa shifted backwards on the couch, causing me to flop onto my back. Then she held out a hand to her sister. "Teeg," she said. "C'mere. I want to tell you something." "What?" "I don't want to say it out loud. Come closer, and I'll whisper it in your ear." "What?" Tigra leaned over my body. "Closer," Leosa pleaded, pulling on her arm. "Wh-h-h ...?" Suddenly, Leosa yanked, and Tigra fell on top of me, her breasts splaying over my face and squashing into my cheeks. She had to straddle my abdomen to get some balance, but Leosa kept pulling and pushing on her, preventing her from regaining it completely. "Leosa, stop it!" Tigra yelled, getting to her knees. The two tussled. Arms flailed. Tigra shifted. Her pussy neared my face. Leosa pulled at her sister's arms. Tigra's hips jerked forward. Her wet patch smushed into my nose, soaking it. She tried to place a knee beside my head but slid, and her pussy mashed into my mouth. Tigra snarled fiercely. Her juices burst over my lips and flooded my mouth. They tasted warm and tangy. Instead of lifting up, she pressed into me harder. As I jerked my head around to get some air, my nose swiped across her wet clit, and my tongue pushed out against her rubbery lips. The more I struggled to get a breath, the more she snarled and the harder she pressed. Streams of juice flowed over my cheeks and dripped onto the couch cushion beneath my head. Finally, she lifted off, allowing me to gasp for air. But, pulled from behind by her sister, Tigra slid down my body. She gripped onto the couch tightly with outstretched arms and clenched her eyes shut in concentration as she slid, her pussy leaving a slimy trail on my chest. Then, with one last pull, she moved onto my cock, its head sneaking between her lips. Tigra let out a loud growl that vibrated my body. She stared down at me and bared her teeth. In that moment, we became predator and prey. Her vagina clenched around my erection and hauled me deep inside her as if she were hoisting a rope hand over hand. Inside, she felt hot and wet. Her eyes fixed intently on mine. Some drool escaped from between her set teeth and stretched in a long thread onto my chest. I swallowed. She lifted her hips, pulling me up by my erection tightly held in her vaginal muscles. At the top, she released her grip slightly, and I slid ever so slowly out of her pussy onto the couch. The resistance on my cock rubbed more thoroughly than any hand-job I had ever received. Sneering at me in absolute control, she lowered her hips, re-grasped my shaft and pulled me up again. Leosa appeared from behind to see what was happening. Slowly, I slipped out, feeling the tight rub as I dropped. Leosa looked up worriedly at her sister. "Don't hurt him, okay Teeg?" she pleaded. Tigra snarled in reply and dropped for another lift. My cock was trembling from the exertion. I was not going to last much longer. U-u-u-p-p I went. Grip and release, slide and rub, I dropped slowly back onto the couch. Leosa bent down to my ear and whispered, "Don't worry, Master. I will learn how to mate with you like that so we can do it every morning when you wake up." U-u-u-p-p, release, d-d-r-r-o-p-p-p. U-u-u-p-p, release, d-d-r-r-o-p-p-p. Leosa began to whimper as she watched her sister. Then, rubbing herself, she stood up and straddled my face. With a loud purr, she lowered onto my mouth. Pungent juices oozed all over my lips. U-u-u-p-p, release, d-d-r-r-o-p-p-p. U-u-u-p-p, release, d-d-r-r-o-p-p-p. Leosa lost all control when she made contact. She shimmied her hips wildly on my face, mushing her pussy on my lips, burrowing my nose in her slit, grinding her clit on my mouth. Juices spurted and oozed. I tried to stick my tongue out for her but was actually more worried about drowning. Leosa's frantic movements caused Tigra to speed up. Instead of gripping me, she rode me, sliding her wet pussy rapidly up and down my shaft as she bucked and bounced. Her pussy muscles formed a ribbed tunnel only slightly wider than needed. I could hear a squishing sound between the slaps of her ass cheeks against my thighs. Her ribbed tunnel made my cock shudder. Both cats growled as they bounced. Then, my thigh muscles seized, and I came explosively inside Tigra. I arched my back, causing my chin to grind into Leosa's pussy. Leosa dug her claws into my scalp. Her whole body convulsed. Tigra's vagina seemed to suck on my ejaculating penis, milking all the cum out of it and pulling its flesh almost off. Then, together, we slumped into the cushions of the couch. *** Greys *** After catching her breath, Leosa moved around to sit under me with my head in her lap. She wiped my mouth with her hand and smoothed my bangs. Tigra continued to straddle my hips, my limp cock still nestled in her warm interior. With her eyes closed, she panted heavily trying to recuperate. "Are you sure I can't keep him?" Leosa asked coyly. Tigra smirked and then slowly opened her eyes. "My gawd, I had forgotten how good that was!" she exclaimed. "Does that mean I can?!" Leosa cried. Still panting, Tigra nodded her head, spurring Leosa to pounce on her and lick her mouth. The two of them fell onto the floor, hugging and licking each other. Then Tigra pulled away. "But you gotta square things with Mom about the run-about first. Until then, he stays with me at the sorority den on campus." "Ahhh!" Leosa whined. "Ah nothing. You can visit him on weekends. I'll bring him home in a few weeks when Mom's cooled down," Tigra said. "Besides, I think he'll be a big hit in the sorority for a while." Leosa crawled seductively over her sister lying on the floor. "Teeg?" she purred. "Let's clean each other, and then we can both clean my master. He will get hard again, you know." "I know," Tigra replied, but Leosa had begun licking her neck, so her words trailed off and her eyes closed. Leosa licked down over her breast and began nuzzling her nipple. The purring from the two of them joined to produce a low rumbling. Suddenly, Leosa lifted up. "Hey, Sis! I know a cleaning ritual that we should do." "Oh gawd, Leelee!! C'mere!" Tigra grabbed her sister's head and pulled her down onto her groin. Suddenly, flashes went off like crazy throughout the room, followed immediately by the appearance of helmeted figures in jumpsuits. With a chorus of hisses and whirring, helmets peeled off to reveal six young female cats of assorted varieties joining the scene.