Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches Pt. 24

He caught movement on his monitors outside the shuttle and then a very slight shift in the ship itself. With that shift came a snarl and the emoting of Kittens emotions.

Before he had time to react, Alania slid into the co-pilots seat and jacked into the ships communication system with her tab. She looked over to the monitors and soon had hers matching his.

Drew sat there with his mouth open. She was flight utilities. It was the demurest thing he had ever seen her wear. Yet she made them look 'damn fine' as his father would have said.

"So, you can explain to me what you are doing in my co-pilots seat?" Drew asked calmly.

"I am your co-pilot Lord Drew. You told me I needed to be more than a pretty face...or maybe that was Auntie Target." Alania shrugged and focused on the instruments in front of her.

"So, you are a pilot, correct? And a gunnery officer? I did ask for someone that could crew the Tactical Board if we ran into problems?" Drew asked it as one complete question.

It was one thing to try and get in his pants around the castle, or out in Omega. But he had no humor for her if she was faking this to get to spend some time with him at his cabin.

"Yes, and Yes...Lord Drew," she stated very formally and then flipped her credentials to the pilots monitor.

The ship bleeped that it was complete with the preflight and he confirmed.

"Do you agree with the preflight 'co-pilot'?" he asked, not without a bit of irony in his voice.

Since she came in late to the pre-flight, she did not respond but made him wait. Drew was impressed that she was not shaken by his pushing. He waited patiently. As the Tactical officer, she had additional review to do.

She bounded out of her seat and went to weapons locker to inspect the missiles. She also verified their launch lug racks and the bug weapon that would deploy when needed. She of course got a snarl from Kitten coming and going. She also received a whine and lick from Goldie. Goldie did not realize she was going on another flight when she joined the party and her fear of flying was apparent..

Alania took her seat and strapped in. She checked her monitors but also looked out her side of canopy.

"Clear Starboard," Alania stated.

"Clear Port," Drew responded, and he fired the engines and immediately put a minor amount of thrust.

The ship itself had already informed air traffic control of its readiness, flight plan and who was on-board.

But Drew being Drew...

"Alpha niner x-ray ready for lift off and travel to Atlantis," Drew spoke, uncomfortable at times, with full automation.

A female kettle's face popped up on his monitor smiling. Drew recognized her as one of many nieces to his mate.

"Alpha niner x-ray cleared for takeoff and proposed flight plan," she stated continuing her smile, "Fair winds on your trip Lord Drew."

"Fair winds and calm seas to you too Niece," he responded.

The ship, seemingly tired of the human 'cuteness', fired all thrusters and rose into the sky. It did a beautiful pirouette as it ascended and then accelerated forward into the night sky.

***

Dahlia crouched into a stone crevasse. Her coloring and the twilight made her silhouette vanish. She had been tracking a group of humans along the edge of Caldera. It was not her norm to track and stay concealed from the researchers here in the cold country.

She had taken quite easily to the job of ranger. It reminded her of her aunties teaching her outdoor skills and the thrill of the hunt when she was small. That is before she was taken (or gifted, depending on perspective) as tribute to the Royal household. She was the daughter of a chieftain but that weighed very little to the royals.

There was something about this group of 'researchers.' It may be the way they walked or scanned their surroundings. 'There was something, maybe a bit too disciplined? Almost military?' Dahlia thought. Instead of the scholarly banter she had just started getting used to with the other scientists, these 'researchers' discussed logistics and spent a great deal of time on the exact location of "ore deposits".

Also, the other groups she had been with had an almost childlike reaction to being in the wilds. One of them had tried to explain it. They were enthralled that they were seeing, feeling, and smelling the experience, instead of talking about it in the lab. The mystery 'researchers' were driven by something, but it was not a childlike curiosity of the outdoors.

The mystery group had two close encounters so far with the water creatures that lived in the clear lake. When attacked by the water creatures, they used military grade weapons to respond to the beasts. While she had only been onsite for a short two weeks, none of the other researchers carried military level armaments.

Unlike her world, she had been warned about going near any body of water bigger than a pond and even then...Dahlia had been shocked at the violence and veracity of the water denizens. On her world, she enjoyed costal sailing and the occasional dip in iced waters. Here she had witnessed that even in the limited ecosystem of a mountain pond, there were clawed creatures, like earth's crayfish, that were looking to strip flesh from bone.

This world held different dangers, not all of them bipedal.

The humans were a mixed group with some females. They had logged in as biologists and botanists, but they did not look at much in the way of the flora and fauna. They kept digging in specific locations and seemed to be tracing veins of an odd yellow crystalline structure.

Since her title and job duties had been made up on the fly, her research of earth concepts of 'ranger' came close to what she thought would be common sense. She had her wits, her bladed weapons, and an earth style crossbow she had found in a weird stack of ancient weapons in a backroom of the castle. This was not ancient but thrown on the top of a pile of older weapons as if the person had no idea what to do with it.

She had an eye opening in her first two weeks. She met some of the races she had worked around, in her previous life. But never in her life, had she ever felt as an equal as she did up in this cold climate. The others, all of them, treated her with respect. She was the hand chosen of Lord Drew. She was to see to their safety and rescue if need be. It brought her respect. Her emotions almost overwhelmed her.

The first few days placed her in a whirlwind of emotion. It seemed like she had so much time to do nothing. Her whole life had been wrapped around the vain princess, her desires, her needs. Now it was...for herself...Dahlia. Her new 'ranger' duties were pure pleasure, a pleasure she had not had since she was a child. She had so much time, it frightened her. She was afraid she was shirking on some level, so she threw herself into studying everything.

There was one topic that she had been ordered to look at, a personal review of her relationship with the Princess...sorry Queen. The Master Scholar Eddie and especially his mate had given her this task. They were worried that the past relationship was abusive and that it could have scarred her. She was to look at herself and answer questions each week and forward them. Plus, she was to keep a diary of all that she saw, felt, and dreamed.

They made one odd comment. They were not even human and made a human type of comment. "You have to first admit there was abuse."

'What an odd way to think," Dahlia thought to herself. She was still amazed she was alive after walking away from the princess...um Queen.

'Abusive' she thought.

She was alive and grateful for it. That was more than she could say for hundreds of others that had angered the royal household. A simple slip of the tongue, a harsh response, the word 'NO' all ended many a life.

She sat in her tent habitat, free of most of the wind, high on a flat spot in the crevasse and filled out her weekly questionnaire. She had shadowed several groups while she had been here. She had shared camp sites and food with them in camaraderie. It was fascinating to meet creatures from all over the different worlds and learn their stories.

But not with this group. The group that bivouacked below her were different. How different she had yet to know.

Her choice was to hide in the crevasse, stay dark and eat cold. All because of an itch she felt in her soul. Something did not feel right, so she wanted to watch and learn more. All the datum and images were loaded in her diary and sent to others each night. She had provided a warning to others that there was something odd happening.

She had done her duty and could sleep well.

***

Lord Drew circled the landing site as he had been taught so long ago. He landed with the nose pointed away from the cold climate compound. He left the AI to shut it all down, all the ships systems. The rear loading hatch dropped creating a ramp and he made it halfway down before he stopped and looked how it had all creeped into his slice of heaven.

His retreat from humanity was screwed in so many ways. His little cabin was still set away from the main set of buildings that now defined the compound, but it was still on the outskirts of 5 buildings that had become an active research outpost.

His definition of 'being in the country' was thoroughly severed. The 'trash' definition, taught by his grandfather and carried on by his dad, was simple and straight forward. His grandfather had stated 'you're not in the country unless you can piss off your front porch and no one sees'. He could see and feel how tainted his hideaway was.

His little cabin was no longer in the Country.

He started to walk to his 'cabin', with multiple bags over his shoulder. Alania followed after securing the craft. He presumed that the ranger would be at home to greet him, but he was wrong. The door was secured and when he entered the lights and heat went up. His tan and grey security team shot past him through the doorway and started to sniff out each corner.

He felt more than heard Kitten and then Goldie showed their delight when they sniffed Dahlia on the furniture and then tracked her scent down the hall to the last smallest room. He felt their disappointment at finding the room empty.

"What has them in such a state my Lord?" asked Alania.

"They smell the ranger that lives here full time now. She must be out on patrol or at the Bar. But the house is too cold even for her, so it must be on patrol." He commented without thinking.

"Who is this 'Ranger' my lord that stays in a royal abode?" requested Alania.

"Dahlia, and this is hardly a royal abode. This used to be a small cabin to escape to. Now it has three spare bedrooms, a full master suite, full living room, office and gourmet kitchen...whatever happened to my little cabin?" he said only to himself.

He had not noticed or did not want to notice the tenseness that had crept into Alania's shoulders at the mention of that name.

"Take whatever bedroom is unoccupied by Dahlia, and I do not mean the master suite." He stated with a chuckle and went to drop off his gear. He tossed his gear on top of the low dresser and was trying to get out the door, but Kitten and Goldie had to do their rounds. After his 'security team' sniffed out his master suite, Drew motivated the two curious creatures out to the rear doors.

Once open, they rocketed into the inky twilight.

Drew stared out into the receding day and wondered what this trip would bring. He hoped just relaxation. He turned to go into the kitchen and there was Alania stripping off her utilities in the laundry room. All she had underneath was what a human would call a sports bra and boy-shorts.

He knew that he was going to mate with Alania. She was hard to ignore. But she was working it very hard. She knew that he knew, she was in her game. But he was hungry for more than just her. So, he continued to the kitchen. Due to the late hour, he chose several of pre-prepared meals and called her name.

Alania sauntered out of the laundry room wrapped in just a towel, with several others of different sizes in her hand.

"Yes, my Lord, what can I do to assist?" Alania asked trying to sound innocent as she flooded the room with her pheromones. Drew held three meal selections and asked her to choose.

"Whatever my Lord, I am not picky. You choose for me." She paused to look at him and give him a little sultry smile. "I am much more interested in dessert." She commented as she headed back to what he assumed was a shower.

He could not help himself from looking at her walk away. Her tail swished with the swing of her ass. The tail also held up the towel, so he was treated to the exposure of her ass and parts of her clean-shaven sex.

He knew that she knew he was looking. He could feel her hidden smile as she swished away.

His thoughts were splintered by the return of Goldie and Kitten. He walked to the doorway and into the light on his porch. He reached out mentally and found them both, Kitten glowing in his mind. He called the marauders in.

After several long minutes, the tan and grey duo sprinted from around the stand of trees, he had planted with his adopted daughter Cara, so long ago.

"Papa, papa! We find scent of Dahlia, we find?" Kitten sent him.

Drew paused, it's not like these two were not some serious predators. But being a dad, he chose a calmer approach after having the two of them, panting and staring at him.

"Tomorrow you two. I don't need you tracking her at night. First light, we will go together." He entreated.

Kitten did not move. She looked back over her shoulder towards the way that they had come. She spun her head back and her eyes met his. She walked closer and placed her muzzle on his chest as she looked up and he looked down.

"I have to go Papa. Something feels funny and I must go. Dahlia I think may need help," Kitten sent through the direct physical contact.

Drew not only heard but could feel the stress of this desire inside her.

He nodded and he continued look into her eyes. "No heroics this time. OK?" he sent back.

"We will be good papa. I Like Dahlia and...just worried. I call when we find." Kitten quietly sent back, remembering helping the children and evil smelling men she had killed.

"Does your furry friend know she is going on an adventure?" Drew commented as he reached up and rubbed her neck and pulled on her mane.

"Safer Papa, we badass together," she responded and pulled away from him.

Drew was ready to laugh at her comment. It continued to amaze him how she had changed and continued to change. But the worry would be on him all night.

"She is right though. They are quite a pair" he said to himself as he watched them vanish into the twilight.

***

Dahlia woke trussed up like the proverbial Christmas turkey. Not that she would know what Christmas was. Several of the humans were standing over her staring at her.

"So now she is awake. What is she? Different coloring from the Cats I know." Stated one of apparent females.

Dahlias eyes shifted from one human to the next. She swiveled her head to see a silhouette at the edge of the crevasse backlit with the dawning of the morning light. She found her mouth full of some type of ball that let her breath, but not much else.

"Oh fuck. We have a problem people," came a comment from her tent. Another Male exited her habitat and had her ID in his hand. It was a promise to Lord Drew, to carry a series of ID's that gave her Ranger authority.

"She is a ranger of some sort. First I heard they had rangers out here." Stated the unknown human that was just rummaging through her personal items a second ago.

"It's in the documents we signed you idiot." Stated the silhouette as it picked its way to them down the edge of the crevasse.

'Another male,' Dahlia thought. She could smell him already. He liked to douse himself with cologne. Expensive cologne if she was guessing right.

She tested her bonds and found she was tied up tight. Her paws and feet were wrapped in some type of fabric that stopped her claws from extending.

The cologne male stooped down next to her. And saw her subtle struggles to get herself free.

"Sweetheart, I have fought your kind before. It's how I got these...and a few others," pointing at the side of his head where several long-jagged scars went from his temple back.

"You will not get free, and your claws and teeth have been taken out of action." He commented and then stood.

He stood above her, and she had a full measure of his size. He was big for a human and well-muscled. Not the 'go to the gym' muscle she noted in many humans. No, this human had predator muscles from long hours in rough terrain and most probably training.

"Major, what do we do now"" asked the male human that had found her ID.

"So, Ranger, what do we do with you?" asked the Cologne man, that now had military rank.

***

Drew watched the last of their movement as they slid into the dim. He turned, with some trepidation back to his 'cabin'. He knew Kitten would contact him when she found Dahlia. He knew the two of them could handle anything short of one of the bigger water denizens.

He knew all this. He knew it in his soul. But she was like a daughter to him, and his dad instincts were trying to crowd out his leadership role. She needed to do this and had not asked him to go. She needed him to trust her to handle things, just like she had done at the 'battle at the creek' several years ago.

Of course, that incident almost killed her...

As he entered past the back door, he knew he would be up before first light and in the shuttle winging his way to wherever she was. He would give her their adventure and then pick up two tired wanderers and hear what they had found.

The smell hit him first, food cooking, candles lit, and two glasses of deep red wine on the table. He did not say a word but went to the shower, stripping off clothes and then stepping in to adjust the shower spray.

He was immediately joined by a naked Alania. Braided mane of hair pulled up in a loose bun. She did not say a word just grabbed some soap and began to lather him up. She knelt on one knee and started working from his right foot up his leg. She soaped his bum and then slid her slippery hands up between his cheeks to soap his rosebud and his balls from behind.

She turned him and started slightly from behind on his left foot and again up his leg. She ended the foray in the same manner with her soapy fingers between his cheeks. She went a bit further and toyed with his rosebud for a bit just to get him to look into her eyes and see her slight smirk.

She turned him and for first time faltered in the game she was playing. She had tried to play the quiet bedchamber wench. Just there to wash the master and be taken if he so wished.

Now she faced his hard cock at her perfect level and a moan leaked out. She was staring at something she coveted most of all, his cock. She wanted it inside her, she did not care which orifice she had to use. She wanted and somehow knew that tonight he would mate her. All her plans, all her scheming, all the strings she had to pull, he was hers tonight.

She had seen that fucking female lion cub and the dufus wolf pup run off into the bush. She had jumped and danced for joy when the security cameras showed them leaving.

Alania wanted Lord Drew to breed her. She had the medications. All the work that had gone into this one sudden chance seemed to come together. He was hers tonight and she was going to make the most of it.

She would be the new Lady of the Land.

She leant forward and kissed the crown of his cock. His hand came down to the back of her head and she knew she had him. She opened her mouth and slowly started to swallow all of him.

He was still getting over the aggravation of being cornered and out maneuvered in her bid to move up her social chain. But the movement of her throat as she took him, made him think with the smaller more pliant head and not the larger one. He forced himself deeper in her throat and she hummed with satisfaction. To some, his thrusting deeper would be an act of aggression, to her it was winning the first battle.