Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 02

To all,

Due to the interest in Part 1 I have continued this series. There is also a companion piece that was the first story that I submitted to Literotica. Completely trashed by the Editing staff, rightfully so. It's re-written to blend with this series and intermesh with this storyline. Again, this is still just your basic space story with some sex thrown in to make it real for me.

Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, have been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr.

Part Two of Drew's Troubles with Roaches and Cats.

The Warlord was dying, and he needed to protect his Pride with his last breath.

"21 Roach warriors killed. From what I am told, all our warriors are dead. I do not know how many females still live or how many others." Drew stated sedately.

The Warlord's eyes shifted to Tiffany and she responded, "Eleven females, 12 younglings and 30 kittens survive. She paused, "Plus the damaged one here" referencing the disabled queen Meme "and one scholar, your tainted Son."

Drew was elated to know the Eddie was alive, but the conversation continued. The Warlord turned his head to Drew again and started making a speech that he could only pick up every three words. He knew it was important because of the reaction by the disabled queen and especially Tiffany. Drew could feel the emotions swell with his connection to the Pride.

Tiffany started just saying "No, No, No!" before the Warlord stated, with an amazing amount of power, "Silence! you will kneel to the House Protector," he coughed up blood but continued. "You will honor him, protect him and be his Pride, until a safe haven can be reached," more coughing and more blood out of his mouth, "Do as I command!".

Meme dropped down beside the dying Warlord pleading to stay and die with him.

The Warlord, with almost his last breath said "No, he will need your counsel, this one," pointing at Tiffany, "is too vain and full of self to be useful."

"Bow and perform your duties," the Warlord provided in the last of his command voice.

Drew was out of his depth of understanding. He thought they were talking about Eddie. That was until all the females in the room went down on their knees and bowed to him, not the Warlord. The only one refusing to kneel was Tiffany, an inaction that was noted by all, except for Drew.

Drews response to himself "Oh, Fuck."

The Warlord grabbed his arm and pulled him close. He spoke to him, and Drew could feel him through the connection.

"Protect the Pride, they are my heart and soul. Scrub this planet clean of our bodies, we will not be food for the Roaches. Be my heart, until you can find a proper home for my lineage."

He then pulled Drew close and sunk his fangs in Drews shoulder. Drew screamed at the pain and felt something different. There was a strong burning and stronger nausea.

Drew knew he had been poisoned and he collapsed next to the dying Warlord. Drew's last thought before blackness, "Why am I so stupid?".

***

Drew awoke on the bridge of the Cat ship. He was slumped in the Warlord's captain's chair but could feel the ship under him throbbing. He no idea what the fuck was going on, but all he could think to himself was "How can I be so fucking stupid?".

Drew straightened up and sort of harrumphed and settled into the captain's chair. The chair folded up from the extended sleeping mode to action station. His little nurse playmate, and now bridge crew, handed him a cup of the warm Cat stimulant drink.

He really had no idea what was going on, but vague memories and shadows of things and thoughts were coming back. Based on two years dealing with Cat culture, Drew knew to act like a hard ass, take control and growl a lot. In other words, fake it until he understood more.

Drew scanned the boards and screens for the status. It seemed they were stationary over the last habitat they had created on this planet. "Status," he questioned the bridge staff.

"Good morning Lord Protector" he heard from behind him in a deeper male voice as Eddie exited the lift doorway leading to the bridge.

'Good morning Eddie, what did I miss?".

"We exited the planet with everything we had left and scrubbed the grounds clean and let all our Warriors and Pride members be lifted by fire to their next level." Eddie paused.

"You had a bit of delirium after the Warlord provided his 'transfer' but, did direct us to tow the Roach cruiser. That is being done now" Eddie completed his report.

Drew was perplexed but knew the comment 'transfer' was a bigger deal and needed to be explored in private. "The bug cruiser is being drug behind us? I assume it does not have any bug crew on it?".

From the bridge crew there came a feral response "No! they have been dealt with," with a corresponding growl from the crewman next to her.

"Report!" Drew said with a growl of his own.

The two crew members he was staring at, flew out of their seats and knelt at the base of the captain's dais. Both females said in hurried voices "Lord Protector, we did not mean to provide insult." They were talking over each other, but he got the gist that he was now the 'Lord' and had the power to go with it.

He held up his hand in a universal sign to stop talking. "And none was taken," Drew paused and noted the fresh bandages on the crew. "So, the remaining bug ship crew were dealt with by you both?" he questioned.

"With help from others," responded Eddie.

"They can respond for themselves," Drew responded turning to look at the mirth in Eddies eyes. "Please take over the science consoles and manage medical and environmental crews if they need help."

"Yes, my Lord," he replied chuffing as he walked to the science area of the bridge. Eddie knew Drew was just winging it, but very proud of his friend for carrying it off so well.

"Continue your report" Drew directed. The females looked at each other and then the one that had first spoken started to stumble through her talk into the bridge flooring.

"Please get up off your knees, look me in the eyes and talk to me," he stated exasperated.

They both scrambled to their feet and bowed to Drew. "We took the bug transport back to their craft with hope that they would allow docking. We got lucky and they did. Once we cycled the portal, we went in and killed what few bugs we found and avenged our Pride."

"So, how damaged is the Bug cruiser with live fire inside?" Drew questioned.

The females again looked at each other confused.

From the science station a male voice was heard again "Warriors, tell the Lord how the bugs were dispatched."

Both females smiled showing all the razor-sharp teeth, and flexed their paws with claws fully extended, "We avenged our brothers and sisters, in the old way, with fang and claw."

Drew just stared and let his breath out, "So, this is how you gained your new scars?".

They both nodded and Drew continued, "Your Pride and I are very proud of you. You and your pride mates should all be very proud of your honor and actions during the battle and afterwards." Drew paused again and waived them back to their stations.

He recognized how tired and sore he was, especially in certain private places. He turned to the science station and said, "Number One, join me in the ready room," copying a direction from an old-time space vid show.

Eddie just froze in place and then responded, "What? I do not understand."

Drew just smiled at his confusion and said, "it's a Tarran expression, but you are now first officer so the nomenclature of 'Number one." and directed him towards the conference room off the bridge.

Drew sat down and almost jumped up when his testicles bounced on the seat before he got there. "Ow! Fuck why are my balls swollen?".

"There are several issues we need to discuss," Eddie stated as he settled in a cushion across from Drew.

"The first issue is regarding your discomfort. The Warlord made his transfer and your body is adjusting to compensate. I had no idea my father would transfer his %&$#@& to you. To you of all people."

"What the fuck are you talking about? He bit me, I felt nauseated and then passed out, what did the fucking fur ball do to me?"

"You are talking about the Warlord and my father so please..." Eddie stated with as much control as he could.

Drew held up his hands in apology and projected that over to Eddie. "My apologies, I am more than a little confused at this moment. I went from being a slave to head of household in a blink of an eye."

"Well, I assume Father thought you were the only Warrior left so he transferred his..." Eddie paused looking for a better word that the translator could provide to clarify the situation. "he transferred his genetic makeup into you. We confirmed that it is in process while you recuperated."

"Why in hell would he do that? It's not like I can make little kittens for him." Drew paused in understanding, "Oh shit, that is what you are saying isn't it."

"Yes, your reproductive juices are being reformatted so the Pride can continue. After we gain back our numbers and we find a haven, you can select a successor and hand over the Pride."

"So, the crew is expected to have sex with me to procreate? Not sure that will go over well."

"You do not know our ways, the old ways. The Crew gave you fealty, well except for one, but we will talk of that last. They will do what you direct them to do. And most, if not all, are very open to you bedding them, you have a reputation." Eddie said with a smile.

"But more to the point, you must bed them to seal the fealty. You must prove your dominance as the Alpha. In the old days it was done in public to prove the virility of the leader. Nowadays, it can be a more private affair."

"Fuck me, why am I so stupid?" Drew stated with a huff "So, I bed and try and impregnate the exiting 11 crew members? What about the two queens?".

"Your count is a bit off, two of the female younglings are coming of age and yes the Queens will be expected to participate, but they are no longer queens. Which brings me to the other issue to discuss. The crewman you call "Tiffany" did not bend a knee and agree to fealty. The other crew have her sequestered for treason and you need to deal with her."

"What are my options?" Drew questioned.

"Kill her with your own hands, direct the crew to put her in the lock and flush her into space, abandon her on a planet of your choosing... The crew put up with her vanity and insolence for so long that there was a surprisingly violent reaction to her disobedience. I was surprised at the vehemence she received from the others when she disobeyed the Warlord."

Drew shifted in his seat and again winced at the pressure in his swollen testicles. "When do I need to breed with the crew and when do I need to deal with Tiffany."

Eddie just leaned back with his smile and said, "Immediately to consolidate your power." He then got up and picked up a medical device and pressed it to Drews neck. "Yes, you are ready. Your fertility count is extremely high, we will have to monitor it and see if this is a new norm or if things change over the course of you bedding the Pride."

"Just fucking perfect. So, who do I start with, the bedding and pregnancy thing?"

"Oh, Lord Protector I would never place myself in a position of being your ...what is that Terran word...pimp." He said with a chuff and smile. "Well you may want to think about the two warriors that killed the Roaches in the ship. You just gave them high praise and told them how proud you were of them."

"Both of them? Together?"

"They came from the same creche. They are what you call twins and they are as part of one, as the other is part of the other...yes, together."

"Great I get to take on 'Thing-one and Thing-two' on my first night."

Eddie just cocked his head and Drew waived him off and projected a mirth filled 'never-mind'.

Drew and Eddie went back onto the bridge and Drew took his place in the captain's chair. He got out of the chair and leaned between the two navigators and whispered in their ear. The whole bridge was lit up from their emanations of excitement. Even Drew with his limited smell could sense the pheromones coming from the two. Their mental emissions and smell of arousal filled the room.

From the science console Eddie did his best harrumph and the two settled down, a bit.

Drew pulled himself up and got ready for the hardest part of his day. "Bring the traitor to the bridge," he projected a mental picture of her so there was no misunderstanding.

Calls were made and in short order, a dirty, naked female was dragged in and thrown to the bridge deck.

She did not look up, but stayed in a crumpled pile on the floor, shivering from the cold. He noticed that her once golden long coiffured mane was now shorn close to the skin. All semblance of her majestic haughtiness was gone.

"So, what do I do with you?" She just shivered and the bridge crew growled and projected deep malevolence. "Silence!" Drew barked at the rest of the bridge crew to set tone and dominance.

"So, I understand I have several options. Kill you myself," Thing-one spun in her chair, pulled her belt dagger and handed it towards Drew. Drew smiled, and took the dagger and spun it in his fingers. Tiffany just shuddered in a Cat version of a sob.

"I could have the crew just throw you out the airlock and save the clean-up. Or we could find a Roach outpost and drop you off to provide them with a bit of fun before they eat you." Drew paused for effect, "But I want to provide you another chance to think about." Drew stopped and paused looking at the miserable form of Ex-Queen Tiffany.

"Do you wish to die?" Tiffany just sobbed and shook her head in the negative. I will provide you with another option, but it means you will start back at the lowest rung of the Pride. I am offering you to be a breeding slave." At those words, her eyes shot up to match Drews, they stared at each other for a moment. "If you show humility and work within the Pride, the best you can ever expect to be is a warrior. That is, if the Pride allows you and tells me you deserve to be lifted. Any show of your old arrogance and I will personally slit your throat." Drew again paused to let it all sink in.

"Do you agree? Do you want to live a life of a breeding slave?" Drew just stared and watched her shake her head in the affirmative.

"I want to hear it from your own voice," he said in slightly higher octaves.

"Yes" she quietly stated.

"Yes, what?" he bellowed.

"Yes, I want to live and be part of the Pride." She stated quietly but firmly.

"In accordance to the old ways, any adult can command you, any male take you. You live to serve the Pride, but the Pride holds you as a slave until released, by me the Lord Protector. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I understand and agree."

"Good, go back to your new quarters, I think it's a storeroom, and get cleaned up. I will give direction for your upkeep. Now go, and always be aware of your new status" Tiffany, cowed and broken left the bridge.

Drew turned searching for someone. Drew spoke into the ship intercom "Queen Meme please come to the bridge conference room, Number One please join us."

Eddie and Drew entered the room and shortly Meme came in from the Corridor. She bowed and addressed Drew. "Lord Protector, you summoned me?" Meme was startled as Drew held out a hand and helped her down to the cushions. They all settled and got comfortable.

Drew looked at the damage caused by one of his human crew when they first encountered the Cats. His life saving skills helped her to survive but, she had lost a great deal of the use of her left shoulder. She spoke first "I am no longer a Queen and must ask not to be addressed that way."

Drew just smiled and then turned to Eddie, "If she cannot be my Queen, is there a position of Counselor or ...something?" Meme just sort of sputtered but kept quiet.

"Yes, you can name anyone as a counselor to the Protector."

Meme sputtered again and asked "Why?".

"Because I need counsel on issues that will face us. Even as a slave you treated me fairly and gave excellent counsel to the Warlord. You also cleaned up Tiffany's damage everywhere she went." Eddie just chuffed and he could feel Eddie's projection of agreement.

"I am honored Lord that you think so highly of me."

"Do you accept?"

"I do not feel worthy because I am less... I am damaged but accept to help the Pride."

"And that is why I want you by my side, you will always think of the Pride first. I want you to oversee Tiffany's new role in the Pride. I want the Pride to know that we do not have time and I have no patience for vengeance. Please get her cleaned up, dressed and working with the kittens and whatever you feel is right. I have complete confidence in you." Meme just nodded and projected affirmation.

"Eddie, I need you to let the crew know what yours and Meme's new positions entail. I want day to day operational questions run through you. I want 'social' issues run through Meme since we have an all-female crew, apart from the two of us."

"Meme, once I survive my first night of breeding, I want to look at your shoulder and see if it can be repaired with our limited medical gear."

"My lord, rumor has it you are going to bed the twins tonight. You might want to change that to 'If you survive," she said with a chuckle. "And with that, please let me take my leave to attend to my new responsibilities."

"Please let the crew know, no vengeance. I promise that if I see one instance of the old Tiffany, I will permanently deal with it."

"It shall be done my Lord" Meme stated as she left the room. Drew felt she left with a bit more confidence than she came with.

***

Drew was exhausted and was led to his cabin by Eddie. "I'll bring you a stimulant brew to keep you...awake tonight. Even the Warlord needed some help." He just chuffed and wandered down the corridor.

Drew fell into a dreamless sleep for several hours. He heard the noise that he recognized as someone outside his door. "enter" he commanded.

Eddie stepped in and surveyed his friend. Drew looked horrible and needed some help. "Here, drink this, and I'll start the sonic cleaner. I swear I can still smell dead Cat and Roach on you."

"Fuck you too. You wallow for an hour in a cesspool of other being entrails and see how you smell. Help me up and what the hell is in this drink?" Drew questioned as he felt the energy and fire flow in his veins.

"You really don't want to know. If you had not been transformed to a more robust version of yourself, this would probably stop your weaker human heart." Eddie chuckled.

Eddie also reached over and dropped two tablets on the bed side table, "If you feel yourself waning, you can take these tablets. They were meant for older warriors that had 'performance' issues. All of this is an experiment my Lord, so take if you need, and are willing to be the experiment."

"When do the Twins arrive?"

"Oh, if given a choice they would have been here now. I held off giving them relief on the navigation boards until a bit ago. They raced off to get ready for you. While twins are rather rare in the latest annals of our Pride and overall culture, these two have been 'interesting'. They really have been a handful through their whole entry into adult hood." Eddie kept smiling and Drew knew there more to the story.

"Tell me the rest...seriously tell me." Drew pleaded

"I did happen to mention that humans, especially you had a weird fetish for shaving the hair off around the lower lips. For most of us it would be scandalous, but these two? I am sure they are doing it for each other right now." Eddie said with an additional Chuff and then paused.