7 comments/ 17609 views/ 17 favorites The Misadventures of a Catboy Ch. 01 By: Sharps_ Author's Note: This story contains a lot of female domination / male submission elements so if that's not your niche you might want to skip it. Thank you for reading. ***** Len felt a bead of sweat walk down his neck, tickling his sensitive skin like a feather. The jungle climate of Minton'Ra was notoriously hot, tall trees shot into the sky trapping the heat from the earth with their leaves. The air was thick and difficult to breath, soaking with humidity. Len's triangle cat-ears drooped against his head, his fur heavy with perspiration. There were times when he regretted joining the Galactic Explorers. He had to travel to planets far from home and traverse dangerous alien landscapes on his own. But his feline species held a consuming passion for space exploration; that was why they created the Explorer program, to send young ones like Len to the farthest reaches of space for the good of all races. Len had just turned 76 in cat-years but to humans, he was no more than 20. His blue bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat, sweat that covered his lean body like grease. He wagged his tail, trying to get a breeze going. Galactic Explorer uniforms were so impractical, the armored vest that clung to his thin torso was overheating and the yellow bikini bottom he wore was getting sucked into the shapely crevasse of his rear end. The spandex material rubbed against his puckered anus, sending subtle jolts of pleasure to his preoccupied brain and wet plants dragged against his exposed thighs. There were voices up ahead. The jungles of Minkton'Ra had been plagued with pirates that harassed the helpless population to the point of desperation, Galactic Explorers didn't normally enforce laws but there was no one else to do so at present. Len pulled the bikini fabric out of his butt and cleared the foliage from his path, making an entrance. A sordid assortment female pirates blocked his path, they were haphazardly spread over boxes and crates filled with looted property, drinking fermented poison and jabbering on like school girls. Most were scantily clad with fishnet stocking and leather corsets strapped with guns. They all noticed Len at once. "Um ...," Len shyly began. His wide eyes peeked out from under his sweaty bangs. "Um ... My name is Len, meow. I'm here because the nice people of this planet want you to stop blocking roads and robbing them, meow. Um ... please leave?" The pirate captain polished off a bottle of wine and licked the excess fluid from her painted lips. She wore black stockings with garters that ran up her legs and under a frilly miniskirt. Her excuse for a tank top hugged her X-cup bust like paint, her thick nubs rose up from the fabric. Her drunken eyes crawled over Len's thin, girlish frame. "Whoo-hoo! I can't believe I'm seeing this. A catboy all the way out here?" "Um, yes, I'm a Galactic Explorer." "I know who you are," said the woman in a quiet, sultry tone. "And you should know who I am: Raven Blackflag." She struck a dramatic pose, shaking her X-cups like they were water balloons. "That's right, I'm THE Raven Blackflag. Perhaps you've heard of me." "Can't say I have, meow." "... What? Wait-wait-wait, I'm RAVEN! From the wanted posters! Look at the milk-makers on my chest, how many pirates do you know with suckers like these - I can't even see the shoes I'm wearing! I'm the scourge of this galaxy! I'm famous!" Len felt nothing but the urge to scratch his ears. He had just arrived on the planet yesterday, he had no clue what the woman was talking about. "Fine!" Raven pouted. "At least I know something about YOU. Cat-boy Galactic Explorers like you are all young, brave, virtuous, and ..." She trailed off, her eyes fell upon the small oval bulge in Len's bikini bottom. "And you've never ejaculated before." Len's pouting cheeks turned red; he was always treated like this. Galactic Explorers were not allowed to cum until they turned 80 - or 22 in human years. It was a test of their dedication to space exploration, their refusal to be distracted by selfish pleasure. Len blushed as he was reminded of all the times he wanted to be normal like the other catboys and masturbate to the point of pure satisfaction. But he couldn't. They wouldn't let him be an Explorer anymore if he did. "I don't want to talk about it!" said Len, wagging his tail in frustration. "You should all turn yourselves in! Robbing innocent people is bad, meow!" "Have you ever wacked off before?" Raven asked. "Well ... maybe a little but never to the point - I don't want to talk about it!" "You've never blown a hot, sticky load before?" "I'm not allowed to - and don't say it like that!" Aroused by his boyish innocence, the clothing-impaired pirates closed in like zombies. The one to his right extended her hands: "Show us that cute butt, space-boy!" Another one giggled and said: "I wanna see what's under that bikini-thing!" Raven cornered Len against a tree. She leaned over and swallowed his head with her massive bosom. "You poor thing, lost in my boobies already? Tell me this isn't getting you stiff," she asked him. Len was suffocating under the weight of her boobs, he squeezed his head through her cleavage and came out the top side. "Meow! You smell! Len is very disciplined, he'd never get 'stiff' over a raunchy old girl like you!" "Old! I'll have you know I just turned twenty one!" "Yeah? How many times?" "Shut up!" "Turn yourselves in now, meow!" Len felt the hot kiss of metal against his wrists. While his head was trapped in Raven's cleavage, another pirate had slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, tying his hands behind his back. His bikini was pulled off his hips in one fluid motion, the jungle heat tickled his sensitive nether regions. The girls all gasped in girlish fancy at the sight of his nudity. Len's modest penis was cutely nestled between two smooth thighs. His silky peach foreskin kept his glans hidden from prying female eyes. Beads of sweat ran down his hairless pelvis, arching down his testicles and dripping onto the jungle floor. His tail wagged uncontrollably behind him. His attempts to break free from Raven only made his soft little butt jiggle, his tight bikini bottom was wrapped around his knees, restraining his legs. "You look embarrassed," said Raven, "Don't want me to see your rod?" Len felt the cool, wet touch of a woman's tongue against the rim of his butt hole. It was such a small part of his body but it sent shivers throughout every nerve ending. The puckered little hole began to relax and contract under the stimulation. "Nnnyyyaaa ... s-stop it!" Len purred. His wagging tail cut the air with an audible whapping sound. Raven held him fast between her boobs. Whenever Len found himself in situations like this, he had to rely on his discipline or else he'd lose his cream. He pushed the sensation of wet tongue against his butt hole into the back of his mind and focused on Raven's crimes. He closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. The rowdy female pirates all closed in like horny wolves. They showed Len their panties and bent over in front of him, they ran their fingers down the ridges of his abdomen and kissed his bellybutton. Fingers penetrated his ass, lubricated with sweat; they wiggled about inside his rectum like ground worms or space slugs. They went deeper and deeper, not painfully but gently, all the way to the soft bulge of his prostate. Len meowed softly. "Such naughty noises," Raven quipped in a dark tone, "Maybe our catboy isn't as pure and innocent as we thought. How does it feel to have a finger so far up your poop hole?" Len's traitorous body responded, his member solidified to full erection, his dick-head escaped the folds of his foreskin and scrapped against Raven's stomach. This provided a new but unwelcome sensation, his urethra dragged across the leather of her bodice and sent shivers down to the base of his spine. The pirates began fighting amongst one another for a chance to entice him. Two girls butted heads for the right to suck his balls, they arrived at a compromise and laid claim to one testicle each. Len couldn't see anything below his chin thanks to Raven's booby-hold; he felt the kiss of unseen lips smooching his balls. "You should see this Raven! His rocks are huge!" Len opened his eyes to find a sultry Raven looking down on him. "Are your balls big because you've never cum before? Want to make them a little lighter?" "Let me go, meow!" "Ooh, what happened to that 'I'll never get stiff over you' attitude?" The only thing Len could think about was his penis being defiled by the long tongues of unseen pirates underneath him. His legs wobbled and his skin burned, his cheeks flushed bright pink. He would wag his tail if someone hadn't grabbed it. Len would never forgive himself if he ejaculated, he had to resist no matter how long they teased him. He couldn't bear the thought of being kicked out of the Galactic Explorers for failing to suppress his meaningless lust. But even so, his body would act on its own sooner or later, the pirates had begun to suck his member. "Itsh so sall an coote!" said the girl taking his dick. "How does it feel to have your cream shooter sucked off?" Raven tittered. "Just relax and feel that tongue of hers go round and round your shaft." He tried to kick his legs but the bikini pulled down around his thighs locked them in place. The finger going in and out of his ass hole became more aggressive, stretching him wider and wider. "I-I can feel it coming!" Len purred. He didn't mean to say it out loud. "It feels like I'm going - It's going to shoot out!" With her knees, Raven kicked away the women sucking his dick and balls. She un-buckled her skirt and dropped her panties. Len's member was no longer in the fronds of a wet tongue, it was pressed against the hot entrance of Raven's pussy. She moaned; the folds of her labia slowly enveloped his manhood. "Stick it in! Come on Len, let's make a bunch of little cat-babies! Fill me up!" Len's waning resistance was rooted in knowing that no one was going to save him. He felt pressure at the base of his penis, all the semen he had with him since birth was getting ready to enter the world. He wasn't thrusting but Raven's hot and plushy cunt sucked his dick head like a popsicle, creating enough sensation to climax. "You're evil!" Len cried. The sudden cacophony of space ship thrusters rang inside Len's head. The tree tops above were cut off and blown away, a tornado of leaves and dirt enveloped Len and the pirates, sending them flying. A free Len landed in the mud with his innocence intact, his member was twitching with frustration but it remained cum-free. "What the hell?!" Raven shouted, "Get the license plate number!" Through sheer luck, Len's co-pilot and fellow Galactic Explorer Neya had managed to find him through the jungle canopy and bring their space ship down to save him. Len pounced onto Raven's head and catapulted into the air. The claws on his fingers dug deep into the bark of a tree, supporting his weight. He jumped as high as he could into the air and wrapped one arm painfully around one of his ship's landing pontoons. He looked downward past his exposed erection, down at Raven and her surprised confederates running all about. He would have gloated in victory had he not been so close to giving Raven what she wanted. # Only when Len's ship left orbit do he dare to feel relieved. Galactic Explorer vessels were incredibly small but what they lacked in size they made up in luxuries. Len enjoyed the feeling of hot water during an extended shower. All the sweat from Minkton'Ra melted from his body and circled the drain in a light brown swirl. Water trickled down his lean curves, around his hips and over his flaccid member, reminding him how close he had come to disgrace. Len had felt the pink haze of arousal before and he always managed to control it, but the frustration afterwards was always difficult. He had spent the last half hour trying to deflate his erection, trying to fight the urge to rub one out in secret. After drying his butt with a towel, Len stepped out into the main corridor, all residual water on his skin evaporated in the ship's cool climate. His co-pilot Neya was in the cockpit working a little overtime. Neya was 78 cat-years old, only a few more than Len, and in a few more he will have completed his duty as an Explorer. He was taller than Len with silky black hair over two green feline eyes. His long whiskers swayed up and down with the slightest of movements. He wore the same yellow bikini bottom Len did but he had replaced his armored vest with the comfort of a cotton shirt long enough to be a dress. It left the yellow bulge of his crotch exposed. "Feeling better, meow?" Neya asked. "The farther away from Raven the better I'll feel," said Len fastidiously, "I hate old women like her." "Tell me the truth Len, she didn't make you squirt did she?" "No!" "Because if she did, I'd have to report it, meow. And I'd have to go through the trouble of finding a replacement for you." "I didn't squirt," said Len after playfully flicking Neya in the back of the ears. "But I admit she gave me a stiff one that lasted forever. It was really frustrating." "You should do what I do." "What do you do?" "Masturbate enough to relieve the tension and stop before you blow." "That's dangerous. You could accidently cum." "I'm disciplined enough to handle it." Neya wasn't nearly as professional as other Galactic Explorers but he never broke any official rules. They had known each other since childhood, they grew up chasing birds together as kittens. It was his idea to join the Explorers, but only as a way to get away from home. The ship jerked suddenly, Len fell into the cockpit canopy, his face squashed against the glass. "Ha, ha, sorry Len. I'm changing course, we're going back to base, meow. Do you know how many planets we've mapped? Four! We're so getting our butt's kissed." Len spied countless tiny rocks spread about the black lace of space. There were no suns or planets, just the faint twinkle of stars. "... Where are we?" "We're taking a short cut I learned about in Minkton'Ra." "Is that smart, meow?" Len was so nervous he was sweating despite the ship's frosty climate, his tail wagged back and forth. "What about hazards? Asteroids and debris, poisonous Ranqur Gas Clouds, colonies of space slugs, or black holes!" "Don't piss your undies. I'm keeping an eye out, first sign of trouble and we turn back, meow. You should go to sleep, I'll join when I'm sure we're safe." Len wanted to, but he was pensive and concerned. His brush with Raven made him worry just how dedicated he was to being chaise. And whether or not he wanted to stay chaise. He reached down and weighed his two naked balls in the palm of his hand. "How much cum do you think we have?" Neya pulled open his bikini bottom and took a look at his own prize. "A lot probably. Neither of us have ever squirted before, who knows how much would come out if we did. But don't think about it! Go to sleep." # Back on Minkton'Ra, night had fallen on the jungle. Space Pirate Raven Blackflag was in her tent, clearing the stubborn darkness with rusty oil lantern. Upon her tent walls were maps of the entire jungle hung beside trophies taken from unsuspecting travelers. Conquests had been so fruitful she slept on a bed made of golden coins. There was no logical reason she did this, but it made her feel classy. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. Hours she had spent devising new ways to plunder the countryside but her mind was distracted with thoughts of Len. Slamming her fists down, she squealed like a high-school girl: "That cat-boy was so freakin' cute! I can't get him out of my head! Claes! Are you still awake? Bring me more coffee you slut!" Claes was Raven's maid, a mouthy human slave-girl she had purchased. She apathetically complied with Raven's request and brought her coffee. Upon taking a sip, Raven scowled with disapproval. Claes rolled her eyes and added a shot of vodka to her cup. "If I may speak freely, my mistress," Claes began, "You obsess about men half your age all the time. What makes this one so special?" "He's a virgin! No, that's not right, he's just never cum before. Isn't that hot?" Raven put her elbows on her desk and propped her chin up with her palms, she started into the distance with a dreamy glint in her eyes. "The poor thing has never felt what it's like to orgasm. Ooh, I want to show him! I want to see the cute look on his face when he pops." She could hear Claes pacing behind her, pulling a book from her bookshelf and bringing it over. "Mistress, I don't mean to be, as you say, a 'downer', but you've ... violated plenty of men like him. You have a whole book filled with them, see?" True, Raven did make a habit of forcing herself on men and then taking their picture when sexy-time was over, but Len had a different kind of effect on her. She felt a deeper excitement. If she didn't know any better, she'd call the feeling love. "I love him!" She declared. "There, I said it, I love that cute lil' sissy-boy! I love Ben!" "Len, mistress." "Len!" "Mistress, I may be speaking out of line, but perhaps you should find a NEW hobby? One that doesn't involve robbing young men of their innocence?" "I've made up my mind Claes!" Raven began packing her suitcase immediately. There was still time to catch that which she sought, the rowdy crew of pirates at her command were a dedicated bunch who knew the local galaxy like the backs of their hands, and their ship was the fastest in its class. "Claes! My panties are dirty, change them while I address the crew!" Sulking, Claes made her way over, mumbling obscenities. There was a bull horn mounted outside Raven's tent. She grabbed the microphone and shouted: "Attention my loyal and horny crew! Pack up your tents and make for the ship! We going on a journey to find that adorable catboy we saw earlier today! We're going to find my future husband! We're going after Ken!" "Mistress!" shouted Claes. "Oh, that's right - Ben!" "Len!" "Len! Uh - Damn it Claes now I'm all confused, what was I going to say next?" The camp was alive with activity, half-awake and half-naked pirate women ran back and forth, gathering their loot and preparing the ship. Cleas finished changing Raven's panties and spoke calmly, like she were speaking any other sentence. "Mistress, I know I've said this before ... but I hate you so much that I vomit before bed every night. I think you're a depraved cougar and if I have to change your dirty panties one more time I swear to the pagan Gods I will smother you to death with a pillow." "Ha, ha! You say that every day and it's always funny!" "It's not funny!" # Len's bed was next to Neya's facing a big picture window out to space. It was late, Len was under the covers reading maps and trying to keep his mind off of Raven. Two hours had passed since Neya changed course, nothing of interest had happened since. Perhaps Len's co-pilot knew what he was doing. Neya entered the room yawning. "Raaawr. What did I tell you? We'll be back to base in the next four hours no problem." Neya had discarded his yellow bikini, his exposed penis hung down from the bottom of his long shirt, swaying with every step he took. "It's not safe to walk around without your armor," said Len. "Stop worrying, I'll put everything back on when we reach base. Good night, meow." The lights were turned off, Len hugged his pillow and let his mind drift into gentle slumber. A few hours passed. Unbeknownst to Len, small foreign objects from space began to collide with their ship. They were soft and wet, slapping into the ship's hull like spit wads. They were space slugs, tiny creatures no more than six inches long with purple skin and green bellies, dormant in space until they came in contact with kinetic matter. The Misadventures of a Catboy Ch. 01 The stuck to the windows one by one, like snowflakes gathering on the ground. They started to drag their slimy bodies across the glass, painting it in a heavy layer of green goo. Their tiny eye stalks perceived life inside the ship, causing them to move collectively inside through the smallest of openings. Hundreds had enveloped the vessel, blotting out the windows with translucent slime trails. They slithered through the darkmain corridor and into the room where Len and Neya slept. The crawled under their covers, wetting the sheets as they traveled. They reached Len's warm body and slithered into the tight fabric of his bikini bottom in search of their favorite sustenance - semen. Len slowly awoke to the same sensation he had felt while being teased by Raven. Something was tickling his member to full attention, giving it so many tiny kisses. At first he thought it was just the cold air, but his eyes caught sight of the window beside his bed and the trails of slime outside covering it. Len yelped in panic. He threw the covers off and found countless purple slugs crawling all over him, dragging their slimy bodies across his delicate skin. All the slime they were secreting had pooled under his body, gluing him to the sheets and arresting any escape. "Neya! Neya, meow!" Len shouted while trying to pull his arms from the bed. "Space slugs! Wake up!" Len could still move his head, he saw slugs slipping past the waistband of his bikini and into his pouch, the thin yellow fabric rippled like a bag of worms. He felt movement against his balls and shaft, they were wiggling madly, trapped under his bikini. With nowhere else to go, it was only a matter of time before they found a way inside his butt. Neya, who had foolishly chosen to go to be naked, was complexly exposed to the assault. The tiny aliens removed the sheets from his body and coiled around the rock hard contours of his erection. Neya's hands were glued to the sheets so he had no way of saving his dick from the stimulation. Len watched in horrid fascination as the slugs slithered around and around his penis shaft, lathering it in slime that dripped down onto his scrotum. They opened their tiny mouths and licked the sensitive tip of his glans, making his urethra twitch. Other slugs nibbled on his balls, griping the thick skin in their mouths and pulling it back. Neya writhed about like a fish out of water, he tried again and again to reach out and remove the creatures from his precious spot but his wrists were firmly attached to the bed. "Aaahhh! How did they get in? Nnnggghhh!" Even though his bikini was on, Len felt the little devils crawl around his wood, stroking it, teasing his semen upwards. Knowing there was nothing he could do to remove them, Len closed his eyes and put his mind somewhere else, every time he felt the urge to blow he distracted himself with something mundane. "Len! Nyyyaaahhh! One went up my butt!" Neya's buns bounced up and down off the bed in a vain attempt to dislodge the invader. "Uuuggghhh ... Aaahhh. Meow, just calm down and don't squirt!" Len moaned. "Ooohhh ... D-Don't worry, I won't!" More slugs walked across the sheets and into Len's bikini. It had inflated like a balloon, dozens of tiny cold bodies wiggled against his sensitive loins. It was hard to think of a plan. Testing the strength of the slime holding his body down, Len deduced that freeing himself would be the fastest way to save the day, but he needed something to dissolve the goo. "Nnnggghhh ... How do we get rid of the slime?!" Len asked. "I-I don't know! Ah - not there! Mmmmm ... Acid? Water? H-Hurry and do something before I squirt!" Len concocted a plan at the same time the slugs found a way into his puckered butt. The massive erection stretching his bikini was pointed upward to the ceiling, towards the emergency sprinklers. "That's it!" Len exclaimed, "We need to activate the sprinklers and dissolve the slime! Ooohhh, my butt feels weird. Neya, did you hear me?" The ventral side of Neya's glans was being sucked hard. His entire body was covered with lewd visitors, they crawled over his abdomen which was rising and falling rapidly with the energy needed to resist orgasm. But space slugs were intelligent and coordinated creatures. Len turned just in time to see a rather large slug with a big mouth take a deep suck on Neya's throbbing helmet. "AAAHHH! NYAAAA! I'm squirting Len!" An explosion of cum large enough to fill a water bottle erupted from Neya's penis, launching into the air like a white geyser. It went so high it hit the ceiling and sprinkled down all over his body. Len was amazed, there was so much coming out, long, ropy strands of smelly cat-cum that splattered all over the room. Neya surrendered five heavy spurts before he was empty, his prick jumped on its own every time. The slugs moved in, eating the hot cum that landed on his stomach. Many of the ones on Len left to get their share too. A shrill alarm went off throughout the ship. Amazingly enough, the cum that splattered against the ceiling sprinklers was so hot it set them off. The water melted the slug slime like butter, giving Len the chance to escape. He only wished Neya was as fortunate as him. # Len pulled off his bikini bottom filled with his unwanted guests and threw it aside. He ran naked to the cockpit after locking the door behind him. The canopy was smeared with slime but Len could steer the ship with star charts alone. He throttled up and burned whatever fuel they had left, reaching speeds that were not safe to travel at without restraints. The slugs breeched the cockpit through every hole they could find, eager for a second helping. Len felt the ship jolt as it entered the atmosphere of some unknown planet; the heat melted the slime on the canopy and incinerated the slugs clinging to the ship. Even the ones breeching the cockpit began to die as the ship's internal temperature climbed. Len's victory was short lived, he solved one problem only to create another, his ship spiraled out of control and crashed onto the planet.