Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 15 Combined

"So why are you here?" He asked... to get something out.

"Do you know how hard it was to find you?" she did not wait on his answer, "if not for your smell, I never would have found you way back here."

"My smell? I smell so bad that you can track me?" Drew asked.

"Oh no, my Lord Drew," she stated with way too much theatrics as she moved towards him. Another one of those universal thoughts on life popped into his head, 'How do female hips move in multiple directions at the same time? And why is it so enticing?'

"You smell wonderful. It's just, your smell is easy to track for one of my kind." She smiled with a definite change of look in her eye.

As her hips moved in a magical way, she was unbuckling things one handed and letting them drop to the floor. First her knife belt, then sidearm sling over her shoulder. Some were dropped and others set gently on the ground. Then her tactical vest, leaving her in an earth like female sleeveless strappy grey top. She just pulled that overhead exposing four pronounced breasts, two larger on top and two smaller below. They were firm, round, and slight upturned. They were covered by a find sheen of very fine fur that faded out as it approached her nipples. Her nipples were engorged, stiff and large for her size. The effect would have immediately pulled Drew's eyes to her nipples and breasts if they had not already been there.

'Oh god, that feels good," she said rubbing and squeezing her breasts, 'The vest drives me crazy at times. My nipples are very sensitive, and the rubbing of the vest sometimes drives me to distraction."

She reached behind her and released a fastening device, the kilt crumpled to the ground at her feet.

She was left with a small patch of fabric covering her vulva with thin strings arching over her waist. She hooked her fingers in the strings and the small tater of fabric followed her kilt.

"Humans and their water," she commented, as she dipped her toe in the water. "Well, at least it is tolerably hot. Will you lend me a hand?"

Drew raised his hands and she delicately stepped down spreading her legs in front of his face, so he got a long hot look at her beautiful, shaved pussy. He could see and smell her arousal. Unlike the cats, the Kettle females had clitorises' like humans. And hers was swollen, large and out of its hood.

She settled down on his legs, straddling his knees. She cupped her hands and pulled water up to sheet it over her breasts. They glistened as the water slowly cascaded down the fine fur, dripping from her multiple breasts.

Drew finally got over the shock of what was happening.

"Why are you here?" he asked again. She just cocked her head and her brows scrunched up in a bewildered look. 'What about Alexander? Why are you here?"

"I would normally just tease and answer 'to take a bath' my Lord, but that would just prolong things. Why do you ask about Alexander?" She questioned.

'I assumed you and he were working toward becoming mates, and yet you come, bottle in hand, strip for me and join me in my bath half drunk," he finished.

She started to giggle, and it got louder and stronger. He was not amused,

"I am sorry, no, really I am sorry. I thought you would know with your ability to oversee minds." She stated.

"No, I am very careful about NOT doing that unless I fear for someone or about someone." He responded, trying not to stare at her beautiful breasts as the water trickling down them.

"Ah, Ok. First, I am not drunk, but plan to become much more, 'enjoyable?' as we head into night. As for Alexander, let me help you understand. Alexander is an absolutely gorgeous piece of Male Cat. While he will fulfill his obligations to rebuild the Pride lineage with as many cubs as he can, his personal tastes lie on the more masculine direction. If he were human, you would consider him homosexual or at least bisexual. But his true preferences lie in a different direction than me."

Drew was flummoxed. He did not care and had no issue with it, but he had seen Alexander in the breeding pit and seen him with several females. He just did not realize.

"So why are you here?" Drew asked again, this time with a lot more calmness. He took a drink of wine and reached out to lightly rub just the end of the upper nipple on her left side and then slide down to touch the lower nipple.

Target shivered, she knew just being here with him had her almost to orgasm, his touching of her sensitive nipples almost took her the rest of the way, but she would not give in so easily.

'I am here because I have found you attractive from the first day I saw you. Your smell drives me to desperation and makes me wet. And I want to see how it feels to have your cock buried deep inside me." She responded.

She felt his hands slide to her hips and start to pull her forward.

She leaned forward to rub noses with him, a norm for her species, when he kissed her. It was a bit awkward at first, but she quickly got the gist and tried to kiss him back.

He had his hands around her narrow hips and pulled her towards him until her slit was pulled over and split by his cock. She hissed and started to lightly hunch her hips to rub the underside of his cock along her swollen clit. She started to slide and hunch faster, and longer along his hard tube, until at the end of one of her movements, he dipped his hips and then light thrust up.

The crown of his cock forced its way into her opening, and she had her first orgasm with only a quarter of his cock in her. She moaned, shook, and tilted her had back with eyes closed.

"God are you tight," he commented.

She laid her head on his chest and just sort of whispered, "it feels so perfect, I had hopes, but it's just so perfect.'

He could feel her continue to hunch her hips and slowly engulf more of him with each of her movements. He stayed still and let her lead. He did not want to hurt her.

"So, tell me your story, you seem to know more about me than I do about you."

"Ahhhh, oooof," she commented as she tried to settle down on his cock and get it all to comfortably fit. She reached over him and grabbed her bottle of what turned out to be tequila and took a swig.

She was quiet and pensive for a moment. "Kay and I were very distantly related, but all older females are considered 'aunties.' She paused and took another longer draught. "Many generations ago, my branch of the Kettle became the 'beautiful ones." We were known within our community for certain features that were considered the perfection of our species. Somewhere a group of the Elders became involved and enslaved a group, both male and female, to be bred for certain features that they found enticing. Other races found us interesting and we then were bred for other features they found appealing. We were bred like humans did to dogs, or others have done to flowers. The perfection of beauty or utility, depending on the breeder's desire." She paused and seemed almost ready to cry.

"We were bred to be sex slaves for the Elders and other races. My mother's generation was the first to be freed from this slavery." She stopped talking when she felt Drew start to withdraw and become slightly softer inside her.

"Oh no you don't" she stated as she started to ride him and kiss him to keep up his interest, "or I won't tell you anymore and just fuck you into submission."

Drew just smiled and thrust up once causing her to issue another "ooof.' She again had to readjust and then continued.

'But what does one do when one has been pampered and taken care of for generations? The other Kettle were polite but did not know what to do with us 'pretty ones.' Auntie Kay took me in as a small cub, and I learned from her about engineering and building stuff. I took right to it. I was at the space station when it was attacked and took a direct hit to my control room. I survived but many others were lost. I earned my right to stand with the rest of my species, and now..." she said pointing at her scar and tech eye, "I am not a 'pretty one' anymore."

"Well I find you beautiful and exotic. Along with being brave, a damn good pilot and a great tactical officer. I was honored to fly with you today and I'll be honored to fly with you in the future."

Target stopped her movements and pumping and grabbed both sides of his head so he would look into her eyes. "You really Believe that don't you? I mean about the beautiful part. I know I am a good pilot and shot."

"Of course, I mean it. It's not like I am trying to talk you out of your minuscule panties. I am already deep inside you and your offer has already been accepted. As for your eye and the plasma burn, you already know you can get that fixed and back to looking like you looked like before the attack."

"Don't change for me, do it only if it will make you feel better about yourself. Somehow I don't think you need that."

Drew bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, and she moaned and shuddered. 'What offer?"

"The offer of a relationship. Females do not shave their pudenda unless they are offering it more than once. It itches growing back I understand, so it's sort of a commitment," said Drew.

Drew suddenly stood and walked to the end of the tub where there were stairs. Target was impaled on him, his hands holding her tight cute ass, and hers around his neck for stability. Every step he took forced him deeper inside her. As he walked them towards the bed, she let out a scream and started to shake and her head came to his chest. He gently kneeled and then placed her within the sleeping pit. He uncoupled and reached for a blanket.

"I...I have never..." she did not know how to talk for a short amount of time. "It has never been like this for me. I could get quite used to this or have a brain aneurism and die with a smile."

He laid down next to her and just started to touch her all over. He tried one of his learned tricks with the female cats and reached behind her. Her arms were touching and caressing his shoulders, when he ran his fingers at the base of her short tail.

Target made the funniest noise, sort of a high pitched squeak, and tried to climb up the front of his body. He felt fire on his shoulders and pulled his hands away. She looked at him crossly.

"Why did you touch me there? I am extremely ticklish there" then she realized her fingers were bloody, "oh no, I hurt you? I am so sorry."

Drew just laughed, "that is nothing compared to my past scars" he kissed her again and explained, that spot for all of the cat females is an erogenous zone".

Drew pretended to reach again for the spot, and she scooched away, until she realized he was just play acting. "Well now you have been warned and the claws are an automatic reaction to my ticklishness."

He slid back between her legs and slid inside her getting another healthy moan from her.

He kissed her again but stopped and looked in her eyes. "We need to talk about pregnancy, if you are not on birth control, we may need to find some. I am extremely potent."

My breeders...designers thought of that. All my kind, the sex slaves, had to have medication to become pregnant. They did not want random mutations in their breeding program."

Drew noticed how sad she had become.

She softly kissed him, "If I could become pregnant, I would want it to be with you. I have seen how you treat your children and mates. I would love to have that for myself," she said looking into his eyes.

He kissed her back, and they may soft love all night long.

***

Target and Drew were laying in the pit trying to regulate their breathing after a morning spin on the sexual wheel. He had his head on her stomach and then she decided it was a good time to bring up a concerning subject.

"You know you are going to have to blend the cat clans together. It's getting somewhat dicey on some areas of the planet. There is talk of setting up fiefdoms where the "old ways" can flourish again." She had done the earth Tiffany thing of using her fingers in the air when she talked about 'old ways.'

"Why me? I got us off earth. I set up the colonization. I just went to war with earth over part of it. Why always me?" Drew said and rolled to look her in the eyes.

"Because you are the only one that can make them listen and get it done." She stated back to him.

Her ears picked up the noise first, then he heard the ruckus. It sounded like a heard of animals were trying to savage the castle outside their suite. The sounds of banging and destruction came closer and then two furry creatures streaked through the door and threw themselves at Drew in the pit.

Target had of course already met Kitten and Goldie, but not naked and not in a position of having them being on the high ground. She was flat on her back with Kitten draped over her hips, pinning her down as Kitten nuzzled Drew.

Drew was just getting "Papa, Papa, Papa.", from Kitten

Goldies was in a full-on slobber attack licking Target's face, sticking her tongue in her ear, and licking all exposed skin. Every time she opened her mouth to ask Drew for assistance, she got French kissed by a large dog tongue.

She finally twisted enough to get out extreme giggling "help me". Drew started to pull Goldie off, but both creatures got a whiff of the combined sexual juices leaking from a certain part of Target's anatomy. Both animals could not help but shove their combine muzzles between her legs.

In all the commotion, Target nor Drew noticed the arrival of the out of breath Things One and Two. They jogged up and stood in the doorway. No one in the pit noticed, until they heard them laugh.

"Well good, they did find you. We started to worry when we heard some things crash to the ground out in the museum hall. These two were on the hunt for you and we are glad they did not destroy the place to find you"

About this time Target turned to Drew and asked in whisper, "Do you think the water is still hot in the tub?"

"I would guess so..." he started to comment but she had shoved the animals away enough to sprint for the bathroom

"Wait..." he commented when he heard her splash into the tub. And the corresponding splashes of Kitten and Goldie, "they think you are playing chase..." which were followed by screams by Target.

He shifted over in the sleep pit so he could get an obtuse look into the bathroom, specially the tub. The mayhem made him want to laugh. He held it in because of the daggers coming from Targets eyes. Goldie was back in her face, licking away.

Things One and Two had shifted over to watch the show too. They just smiled and kept their comments to themselves.

Kitten was thoroughly disgusted, her ears back and her muzzle pulled into a sneer. She climbed out of the tub and dripping all over. She started a shimmy, almost a vibration. Water started to spray up from her in a halo starting at her snout to her tail. When she shook herself out, she found the pile of towels, plopped herself down and started to clean herself.

"I could use some help in here..." target complained.

"Goldie! Get out of the tub and come here!" Drew commanded.

Goldie, looking sheepish and in trouble went to the end of the tub and climbed out. Unlike Kittens almost demure dewatering, Goldies was a cascade in all directions as she shook herself out. She did it twice, rewetting Kitten and showering Target in the tub.

Drew heard mechanical movement and three cleaning bots came racing into the room, dodged around Things One and Two and dashed into the bathroom. Goldie, frightened of the Bots, bolted out of the bathroom, and landed her wet smelly self in the sleeping pit to be protected by Drew.

"Oh shit, you smell," whined Lord Drew of the Pride.

Things One and Two, finally lost it and started to laugh hard enough to bring tears.

Target walked out wrapped in a semi-dry towel and made a comment to no one about explaining the need for 'pets.'

'Lord we brought your 'pets' home because this one," pointing at Kitten as she strutted, all groomed from the bathroom romp, "Decided she was lioness protector of your newest three children." It was starting to make the nursery staff uncomfortable."

"This one" pointing at Goldie, who had hidden herself under the blankets and was just peeking out, "has mooched so much food from the children she has gained 5 pounds."

"Did you leave Dad to just wallow in medical?" asked Drew.

"Wallow he says...The randy old goat that is your father, was drug off by several of the female Kettle as some type of celebrity. I am sure you will get him back one day," stated Thing Two.

"That would be my relatives," smiled Target.

"We also brought the new converted shuttle you requested. Its fully armed and shielded. We are going to steal back the Corvette for an overall check, rearmament and then send it out for patrol duty, "stated Thing One.

"Are we allowed to add the markings we requested on the Corvette?" Thing Two questioned.

"Yes, yes that will be fine. Just leave my name OFF. Let the ship stands by itself." He said while smiling.

"What markings?" asked Target.

"These two found me looking at old airships used in war from Earths past. If a pilot shot down an enemy plane, they painted the flag of that plane's nation on the side of their own ship, showing their aviator prowess. Also, some of the old planes had sharks faces painted on the nose. Teeth mostly. I have given permission for them to decorate the Corvette that way. Seems that little ship is always in the middle of trouble." Drew commented.

"And so are you my Lord, so are you," commented Thing Two.

***

"Look, I want to go alone. It will be a quiet trip up to my new cabin site. The hut is already established, provisioned, and charged. I just want a quiet day or two, to let these two hoodlums," pointing at his two furry companions, "run wild and free while I plant some trees, read a book...you know have some alone time." He finished.

Target, Things One and Two looked at him dubiously but shrugged.

Later in the valley, Drew walked out and popped the storage bays so he could dislodge the trees and other items he would work on tomorrow. The evening was getting dark and he just reached out and called the two furry crew back. He got an affirmative when he popped the third storage bay and a blanket covered body rolled out.

He was startled and then dropped to his knees and rolled it over. It was a young human woman he did not recognize. He checked for a pulse, but his fingers and her body were too cold. He bundled her up and staggered towards the hut. He reminded himself again, that he needed to get more exercise other that going to damn meetings and sitting in the command chair.

He kicked the door open, pulled her in and dropped her on one of the beds at the end of the hut. He grabbed the blankets off the other bed and layered them over her. He went back to the door and was about to close it, when two streaks of fur flew through the doorway and went right to her bed.

Goldie nudged the girl and whimpered, Kitten put her paws on the bed and rubbed noses with the young woman. Drew heard "other cold" and knew that his furred partners knew they had had a stowaway. Her lips were blue, and she was not shivering which was a bad sign. He walked over and felt again for a pulse and found a soft one.

Goldie launched herself between the wall and her body setting down next to her and whimpering. She placed her rather massive head on the girl's chest. Kitten took the front of the small waif and settled in purring and began to lick her nose with her coarse tongue. He saw the girl's eyes flutter and then he saw absolute terror and she screamed.

Drew knew that in normal cases, staring down a huge cat predator and female wolf would un-settling. But here she was trapped with both in her face. Things seemed overly tense, until Goldie French kissed her. Not on purpose mind you, but the girl's mouth was open to scream, and Goldie's tongue just happen to intersect the opening at that perfect moment.