Drew's Trouble with Cats and Roaches

Once the translator finished translating, there was a lot of comments coming from the Cats. The translator only picked out one word in ten. But to Drew there seemed to be a great deal of confusion.

The warlord scanned the crowd without talking, and all became silent. "You carry weapons but say you are not warriors?" he questioned.

Drew slowly responded trying to understand where the cultural misunderstanding was "We are trained in weapons in the academy, school for space workers. But its only supposed to be for self-protection." Drew paused "when your band attacked the depot we were trying to get away from the fighting"

Again, the crowd became agitated. And the warlord again scanned all around to make them quiet. "You were being cowards? Running from the other warriors to hide? And then attacking women and children?"

Drew could tell that the Warlord was becoming agitated. Drew answered carefully "Yes and No" he paused and carefully tried to explain knowing the danger he was in. "We wanted to avoid the battle until our ship was refueled and untethered. Our officer made many mistakes and some of us out of fear and stupidity fired on the female and cub." Drew paused again, feeling the tension in the room.

"We are not trained soldiers, we load cargo, we fly the ships and unload the cargo" Drew stated quietly.

"Except for you?" the Warlord questioned.

"I was trained as a medic, to fix injuries for the crew and any other duties for someone in need." Drew ended, not knowing what else to say. Then added "I feel honor when I can help someone."

"Honor, that is what we are here to discuss," the Warlord continued to look into Drews eyes. "Our cultures differ on what is Honor and Honorable."

"Just kill the worm, he is disgusting and has no real honor," stated the female he had called Cat two. Drew immediately nicknamed her 'Tiffany' after his old girlfriend.

"Wife, he saved your "sister's" life, most probably saved your life and the life of our children, so please keep that sharp tongue where it belongs, in your closed mouth," stated the Warlord.

Drew was smiling when the Warlord looked back upon his face. He felt that sharp claws and the others on the Warlords paw flex and touch his face as it was pulled up closer to the furry muzzle of the Warlord.

"You find jest in our discussion?" the Warlord questioned, so close he could smell the fetid breath and feel whiskers.

Drew kept smiling and returned the comment without fear, not knowing why, but said it anyway, "It seems our cultures do have somethings in common, sir, the differences in males and females."

A type of chuckle, a Chuff, started amongst the warriors, and was taken up by more. The warlord finally closed his mouth tight and started the same chuff. He reached down and pulled the startled Drew to his feet. "Yes, there is that, it seems."

Drew felt so small in comparison to the large warrior. Drews 1 ¾ meters against 2 ½ meters of pure furry muscle.

The Warlord stomped back to the dais with a sharp look at the standing female.

"I want to know more about these worms before we encounter more teeth than we have found so far. Bring in the useless one $#%^% so he can be this one's keeper." He Paused "Clothe the worm and feed him so he can provide his worth."

***

A terrain year later, Drew was busy as could be. He was a war prisoner, but since the Cats had yet to agree to any sort of peace, he was a slave, in truth if not name. His knowledge of the Cats has been transformed by the "useless one, Eddie," so named by Drew. Who was Drew's task master assigned to watch over him by the Warlord. Eddie was deemed useless because he did not want to be a warrior, but a scholar. It was a position in Cat society, just not a revered one. With his help, and after much trial and error with the translators, Drew could now pick out phrases used by the Cats, spoken ones anyway. Much supposition had been made about the Cats lack of communication devices, and now Drew understood. They had some form of telepathy; it was not something that Eddie could explain. If there was a need or want, a Cat could project the need generally or to another Cat specifically. Just normal for Eddie, not full speech, but knowing.

Drews duties had been to discuss his Medic responsibilities. What he knew about combat triage and the need for immediate response during battle was of great interest to the females that had become nurses. After that, he was turned completely over to Eddie and the females. While the warriors shunned the two as wasted meat, the females found ways to demean and torture Drew. Eddie being as close to a prince (second son of the Warlord) in their minds they just ignored him or sexually teased him.

The worst for Drew was the children's wing. In his mind they were one of categories, kittens, cubs or younglings. He created the categories, "Kittens" were newborn to weening, to be cared for and tested for abnormalities. Kittens with problems were disposed of and it broke Drews heart. He refused to participate, that earned him his first scars from a female. He now sported a nice rake set of scars across the left side of his head and through his ear.

The Cubs, weaning through puberty, were a playful bunch, his duty was to play with them and continue to check for abnormalities. Some of the cubs, playing warrior, did not like to pull their claws and Drew had a series of scars on his arms and shoulders from this "Play". He was to teach them about humanity but hearing the term "worm" for the thousandth time, caused him to mouth off, causing his second set of scars from the female, "Tiffany".

Younglings were males that reached puberty and females that had estrus. They were removed to their respective areas and began adult training.

Through all the damage cause by the females and cubs, Drew was treated with Cat medications. Drew could not understand the pharmacology, but overall it worked on humanity. Cats did not hide scars, so their medications were not geared for that. Drew was now sporting some very impressive scars. He did start to notice that he filled out the uniform they provided; a Youngling uniform patched up due to the lack of a tail. He knew he was growing taller and gaining muscle bulk. His reaction time was increasing. He could hold his own now (with exception of claws), against the oldest of the cubs. He could lift and throw an older youngling, to protect a cub, but that earned him a set of scars across his whole back and across his right thigh. While he was keeping fit, the changes and improvements had to be made by the Cat medicines working with his terrain physiology.

No matter what, any of the older Cats, male or female could kill him before he knew he was dead.

***

During his time with the Cats, something odd started to take place. The older youngling females started to come by and ask about the mating practices of terrain/humankind. They wanted intense discussion of the most intimate kind and some of the females became very forward and very affectionate.

Drew was terrified of these advances, so he went to discuss it with Eddie. Eddie just chuffed at Drew's dilemma. He explained that a female being sexually aggressive was part of the culture and part of her drive to find and win the best Warrior to breed with. The older female younglings were free to test out their sexual knowledge on any of the warriors, scholars or slaves, such as Drew. Drew being a 'non-person', could 'agree' to be a substitute for the older female younglings to play with. He just needed to think of himself as a soft plushy dildo.

So, with some beginning reservation, that morphed into quite an enjoyable sideline, he taught many of the females that were interested. Of course, there were many that harbored the same xenophobia as many humans, but he started to gain a reputation as a thoughtful and interesting 'teacher'.

Eddie was happy because it turned out that he was usually the object of many of the young female's sexual attention. He would rather be doing research and reading and not be bothered with what he considered the shallow attention of the females of his race.

As time went along, there was seldom a night that Drew did not share his bed with a willing student. The females were not used to his soft version of love making. They especially loved the oral attention to their sensitive nipples and vulva. While they did not possess a human female's clitoris, the ring lips of their vulva provided the same result. Drew was drenched each night in the essence of the female cats.

***

Halfway through his second Terrain year of slavery, two warriors came to collect him. Drew was shaken, to say the least, this was not normal. He was ordered to kneel in front of the Warlord.

"We wish to honor you with a task," stated the Warlord. "Useless one, explain it to him," he stated as he turned and walked away.

Eddie turned to Drew, and he could tell Eddie was very nervous "Just spit it out, it's not like I have much of a choice around here."

Eddie started to chuff, normally a version of a laugh, but Drew always thought Eddie was giggling. "I enjoy the way your translator states things sometimes, it just said I should 'throw up' on you."

Drew just stared and said, "No thank you!" with a grunt "All I meant was to get to the point, we can discuss the terrain idiom later."

Eddie thought for a moment and got far more serious. "There is a treatment we have been trying on certain members of our race that have weak communication skills" he paused "you know mind to mind."

He paused again and then 'spit it out' for Drew "The Warlord has directed that you be given this treatment to see if it will fix your lack of communication skills," then he paused looking at Drew for a reaction.

"Fuck No! This is the same stuff that killed those two younglings last week, right?" Drew kept muttering to himself and then stopped and looked up at Eddie, "Do I have any fucking choice?"

Eddie stood shaking his head in the negative, he had learned this human habit from Drew. "We can go to the infirmary together and I will stay with you during the procedure, or they will come take you, and they will not be polite."

Drew gathered himself up from the log he had sat on and took a deep breath, "Let's do this, not that I have a choice, but I would rather have a friend sitting beside me that than one of the warriors."

"Well, so, what is the kill rate for this crap?" Drew mumbled

"The survival rate is a little over 50% with the newest formula" Eddie responded as they entered the infirmary and Drew was grabbed by two female nurses, and they started to strip him. He struggled with them and one cuffed him on the back of his head, gratefully with retracted claws. Overall, they were not being polite.

"Enough!" Drew yelled, startling them. "I walked in here, and I will strip myself thank you!"

Drew stripped and laid down on the bed. He was immediately restrained and strapped down tight. He was not surprised. He had witnessed the deaths of the two younglings as they were fed the nanites that were supposed to re-organize their brains for the tele-communication. They did not die calm simple deaths.

Automated medical equipment was placed over Drews cranium and over Drews chest. And finally, a bite guard shoved in his mouth by Eddie at the last moment.

There were no kind words, no soft pats on arm to let one know it's going to be ok...just searing un-imaginable pain. Drew's body arched off the bed, held in place only by the restrains. He screamed, but the sound was dulled by the mouthguard clamped firmly in Drews locked-tight jaws.

Drew lost consciousness.

***

Drew felt and heard noises. Everything was confusing and the voices made no sense. There were so many voices intruding in his mind. So damn confusing, voices, overlaying voices. Too many to shut out. He drifted back into the haze where life did not seem so confusing.

Later, as he swam out of the fog his mind preferred, he could feel a presence next to his bed. He heard a chuff of a type, if it was a human woman it would have been a "tisk, tisk" then he heard her speak, but he heard it in his mind.

"Stupid worm does not know enough to die," Tiffany said with as much distain as she could muster.

The first words he thought were "Fuck you bitch!" They were a thought not spoken, because Drew's throat felt like sandpaper, but no matter what, there was an immediate reaction of anger. It flared like a torch in Drew's brain and he knew what was next, the claws.

Tiffany was beside herself. She had been ordered to stay away from Drew due to their mutual hatred, but this thing, this worm, had just insulted her...and in public. What he had said, was broadcast for all the nurses and anyone else to hear.

Eddie had heard Drews comment and hoped to save his life as he ran into the infirmary. The scene he found shocked even him. Drew was holding both of Tiffany's paws with claws fully extended in his hands. She was growling like an enraged warrior and he was growling back with equal ferocity.

"Like I said, not today bitch" and shoved her away, making her leave her feet and crash into an adjacent medical bed. He threw off his covers and started to stand but waivered and landed on one knee.

Eddie reached his side and was almost struck by Drew until he heard Eddie's presence in his mind calming him.

"Um, we need to get you stabilized and fed, things in you have changed and we need to start some training on the hiding the projecting of thoughts and feelings. But you are alive...yes most definitely alive."

"I want that worm killed, he touched me in anger, I want him killed now!" Tiffany screamed as she was being restrained by the other nurses.

'No!" boomed the voice of the Warlord "Did I not forbid you to be around the human? Did I NOT?"

Tiffany did not respond, just gathered herself up and tried to gracefully walk away with some dignity.

After the exit of an enraged Tiffany, the Warlord turned with an amused chuff. "Well, you lived human, and have changed" he kept chuffing "This useless one will need to teach you to keep your thoughts to yourself." He continued to stare at Drew and then chuffed, "You have a strong mind human, we ALL heard that comment and from a good distance too. Learn human, you are becoming more interesting to have around."

The Warlord turned to Eddie and directed him to take Drew away, away from others and train him to use his new talents.

Once Drew and Eddie were alone, they began the training for mind control. But the nanites, and base medications had changed Drew in other ways. He had gained height, muscle mass and pure strength. It was a sudden change, and Drew was still trying to get used to his own newer body. His eyes had changed, seeing so much more. They were now bright amber and his night vision and color saturation were off the scale.

One of the changes, just plain made Drew laugh, he now had a really, big dick. "Well this could be fun," he thought.

***

The first day back with the pride after his training was difficult. He had spent sporadic time within the Prides compound learning how to shield his thoughts, but now it was a full-time job. The sounds and feelings seem to assault him from all sides.

The females provided the largest issue to deal with. And not just the younglings that had used him as a fuck toy. All the females seemed to be distracted by him when they were in relative proximity.

He was gently (relatively speaking for cats) smacked in the back of the head by Eddie "Do all humans spend all of their time thinking about sex, or is it just you?" Eddie stated and then chuffed.

"What are talking about, I was not thinking about sex?"

"To use your own usual comeback 'bullshit'. That little nurse over there came walking by and caressed you with her tail and the next moment you have a flash of taking her from behind." Eddie continues "I come walking into a room full of her pheromones, almost enough to get ME interested and with her staring at you working with the two kittens but wanting to eat you for breakfast. If she was not on duty, she would have dragged you in another room."

Eddie just stares at Drew "Shield those emotions of they will get you in trouble."

Later that night the little nurse came to visit Drew and he finally got to use the enhanced cock he was so happy about. She was not quiet in her adoration of Drews enhancement. Drew soon learned that as a fuck toy, he now had lots of admirers. He also had problems with shielding his emotions during coitus, this did not go unnoticed by the other females. They did cause lots of problems, but not ones he wanted to fix.

***

Drew screamed.

The Roach rotated its top carapace and leveled the bug lights, at Drew in the mud.

"How the fuck did I get so stupid?" Drew whispered waiting for the green light to lick out and end him.

As Drew waited for his eminent demise, Cat and Bug lethal streaks crisscross the night sky. Two Cat shots struck the immobile Roach in the upper carapace. Its armor glowed bright green and it swiveled to return fire. More Cat beams lanced out and struck the large Bug continuing to rock it back. A rocket streaked out and struct the center of the Bug just as it returned fire. The resulting blast evaporated the top of the bug and threw what was left of the body in the hole with Drew.

Cheers erupted from the Cat lines, and Drew could feel their elation through his connection, but were silenced by additional Bug fire and Bug rockets.

Drew was coated with Cat and Bug guts. The armor of the Bug, superheated by Cat weapons, was smoking and sizzling in the mud at Drews feet. The smell and stench were horrendous. The Bug had landed on the dead body of the Cat, burying any Cat weapons Drew could have used. He scanned the smoking Bug body and saw part of one of the two bug weapons under the oozing armor.

Drew reached through the warm goo and pulled on the weapon. It was stuck under the armor in the muck. Drew settled his stomach and braced his feet on slippery Bug armor and finally pulled it free. It was a mess, but at least now he was armed. He looked around for the second bug weapon and thought he could see just a part of something over the edge of the crater he now called home.

He crawled over the slippery Roach body and edged his eyes onto the weapon. He took time to scan the battlefield and could see the Cats being badly beaten. With his limited connection, he could feel the fear in the kittens and cubs. The few females that were protecting and keeping the younglings calm, were also exuding fear and they knew they were about to die.

Drew watched the line of Roach attackers destroy the last of the forward defense positions. Essentially all the male warriors were down, dead or wounded. Defense was now left to the female warriors and the axillary of older males and scholars.

The fearful screams of the kittens, driven by fear, amplified something in Drew. He could feel the fear of the female warriors watching the creche and the emotions overwhelmed Drew's connection to the Pride. His reluctance to fight overwhelming odds, was shattered by his desire to protect the offspring.

He crawled out of the crater, covered and stinking with the refuse of both Cat and Bug. He dragged the first bug weapon to the edge of the hole, covered in the same filth he was. Drew reached down and picked up the other Bug light. If not for the unforeseen enhancements to Drews body by the Cat meds, he could never have lifted both Bug weapons.

He "heard" the screams of females as two of the Bugs breached the defensive positions near the Creche. He spun and looked down the slope and saw the bugs led the rest. He began slowly moving down the slope. He was going to shoot the lead Roaches but stopped. He looked left and noticed the line of roaches in a crescent with the far tip just below him on the slope.