Space Relations Pt. 22

Sleeping in the bunk above the captain's, Willow was tossing and turning while trying to get to sleep. She had dozed off a moment or two, but her emotions kept getting in the way. Willow was angry because the bridge was off-limits to her. Day in and day out, and after so many years of being a boring desk jockey, her favorite thing in the world was sitting in the hub and staring into a real-time image of space. It thrilled her to know that she was out there where very few humans had ever been. At the same time, she'd grown anxious about everything. Everybody had gone off and had an adventure on Zeus except her. She'd been the only person left on the bridge, in command for a time, and all she'd done was worry, worry, worry.

Willow hadn't been like that at first, during the strange times of their maiden voyage. However, ever since the loss of one of their crewmates, she'd come to understand that space could be a dangerous place to be in. Willow wanted to marvel at the grandness of the universe, and not to agonize that perhaps what had begun as the adventure of a lifetime might end up killing her. The dangers they'd just come across on Zeus further reinforced that portent of doom.

Because she was awake, Willow heard the soft steps coming into the captain's bunk. The timid woman sat up and saw a shadow darting into the tiny sleeping quarters. Before Willow could react, strong arms jerked her off the top bunk, and strong legs carried her out and away from the sleeping captain. She felt the furry arms around her, understanding she was being accosted by a cat-woman, but it wasn't until she was on the walkway that the lights showed she was being taken by the gray.

"Captain, help!" Willow called out, only to have a second cat smother her mouth.

The analyst struggled as best she could, which unfortunately for her wasn't much. In the end, the gray kept her from calling out and also carried her upper half, while a calico held her legs aloft. In this rude manner the cats carried her to the farthest end of the bunks. They put her into an empty room, where the gray shut the door and locked them both inside.

Willow grimaced. The rooms were designed to be soundproof, so crying out was not going to accomplish anything. If she could reach the comm, she could warn the others of what was happening, but the gray already knew about that. That's why the big cat was standing in the spot she was, to prevent Willow from reaching either the comm or the hatch.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Willow cried out, feeling as helpless as ever.

Quietly, the calico entered Thor's bunk. She listened intently to the man's snores, considering it a strange sound when compared to the purrs of cat-men. Still, it was not an unpleasant sound to listen to. In a stealthy action, she climbed up and into Thor's bed, lying down beside the big man without waking him. This was what she wanted, to be sure that Thor would see her first when he opened his eyes. Then he would make love to her, and he would start to forget all about those strange human women that were already part of his tribe.

A couple of hatches down in the captain's bunk, the brown feline also snuck into a bunk. In a similar fashion to the calico, the cat climbed into the sleeping man's bed and nuzzled up next to him. When the captain woke up, he too would see her lying there and make love to her, and also start to forget about his human women.

None of this was lost on Mary. Sitting on the bridge with Cruz, Margo, and two cat-women, she routinely sent her psychic talents out to make sure the others were comfy and sleeping soundly. She didn't always do this, but she did whenever unusual circumstances prompted her to. After returning her attention to the bridge, she noticed that the black and the orange felines had positioned themselves to where they stood between the human women and Cruz.

Casually, Mary took one more sip of coffee before she spoke. "Hey, guys. There is a coup going on right now, where the kitties are trying to replace us human girls as the dominant partners of our human boys."

Cruz didn't like sitting on any of the command chairs, so he'd taken the seat over on the far right reserved for the navigator. "Really, baby? How serious is this situation? I hope this won't lead to any violence with these cat babes. I'm really starting to like them."

"I don't think it will." Mary shook her head. "They don't actually want to hurt any of us. Willow might not see it that way, seeing as how two of our kitties just dragged her into a bunk and are holding her captive there."

Margo, unlike Cruz, had no problem sitting in the captain's seat. Now, she jumped to her feet. She eyed the black and orange cats. "Are you sure they didn't hurt her?"

"Don't overreact here, Margo, but Willow is terrified right now." Mary said, keeping her cool. "The thing is, these kitties expect us to react with force. It's like I said, they don't want to hurt us girls, because they know our boys will be mad if they do. At the same time, the kitties are pushing us girls aside so they can be the alpha females over us."

"That's interesting, baby." Cruz remarked. "The way they are working together, that is. On Earth, cats of the same sex automatically see each other as rivals. We saw that at first among these cat babes, in the way they always keep apart from one another."

"They made an agreement." Mary deduced. "They decided that since their village is gone and they have no males left, the only way to propagate their species is to control a new group of males and hoard them." She giggled briefly. "They think if the guys are busy humping us, they won't have any time or energy to keep humping them."

"Obviously, they haven't been on the ship long enough to realize this grave error." Cruz contemplated. "Give them three days and they'll change their tune. Can you tell if any of these pussies is trying to dominate each other? Can we use their own hierarchy against them?""

"No, they aren't really doing that." Mary used her abilities again. "If you mean like a natural leader, then you're talking about the gray and the black cats. They're not really calling the shots, though. It's like you said; they're working together right now. Maybe, once us human women are out of the way, they might start competing for who gets the captain. At the moment, they're trying to convince our men that they are better than us girls as sex partners."

"Will you guys stop philosophizing about this and come up with a plan?" Margo shouted at them. This caused the black feline to step in front of her. The big woman barked, "You want to start some shit with me, because I'm ready for you!"

The double doors leading into the bridge slid open, admitting the brown feline. Right away, she started speaking to the other cat-women.

"She's telling them that they have isolated everybody else into separate bunks." Mary read her mind. "The next person they want to pull away is you, Margo. They think it will take two of them to subdue you."

Margo smacked her fist into her hand. "Just let them try."

"No, baby, if you fight them, it will be a bad thing for all of us." Cruz rationalized. "Then somebody really will get hurt."

"He's right, Margo." Mary agreed. "If they try to take you anywhere, I think you should go with them peacefully. There are six of them and six of us. They think it will make it easier for them if they have us all apart."

"Are you saying it won't?" Margo asked.

"It won't work." Mary explained. "They're not thinking too far ahead in their plans. All we have to do is stop the ship and tell them only the captain and Thor are capable of flying it, which is true since Willow is such a mess right now. These kitties are making their selves more presentable to our guys, but they don't know the captain like we do. He'll hump them, of course he will, but he won't let them take over his ship."

"You think they'll respect his authority?" Cruz asked.

"They have to." Mary nodded. "They desperately need the dominant male and that's what they see him as. Us girls just have to go along with things until the captain puts them into their place."

The black feline spoke at Mary. Her hair was standing up aggressively, the humans noticed.

"Give me a minute while I think to them." Mary said. "I'm telling them that it's very rude for them to treat us girls this way, after we accepted them into our ship. Blackie here is saying that they'll make better mates for the men than we will. I said, okay, let's find out if you're right. They'll have their chance to sway the captain, but they'll have to abide by his decision. Now she's confused, because she assumed that by showing how mighty they are the captain will choose them over us right away."

The felines started talking to each other.

"Well, Mary, what are they saying now?" Margo asked.

"They want to isolate the two of us." Mary deciphered. "The black cat is taking you and the brown is taking me. The orange will stay here with Cruz. I'm going to give them some conditions. One, I need to see Willow before she falls apart, and two, Cruz has to stop the ship before we get to the next planetoid. That's because we need an experienced pilot to make sure things go smoothly when we start bouncing around again."

"ETA on the next gravity shift is about half an hour." Cruz checked his readings.

"They don't get the concept of time, but I'll try to put it into some kind of context for them." Mary replied. "I'm also emphasizing how only a few of us can fly the ship, because they think we can all do that. Come on, Margo. They want to stick us into the bunks so they can have their way with our guys. Let's get a move on."

Margo trudged away with the black feline close at her heels. Mary went along with the brown, while still trying to convince the cat to let her see Willow first.

This left Cruz on the bridge with the last cat-woman. The orange feline stepped closer to him. When he did nothing to rebuff her, she went as far as to take a seat on his thigh.

"Really, baby, you're making this a hundred times more difficult than it has to be." The courteous man shook his head. "Where I come from, a woman only has to sit on a man's lap like you're doing now before things take their natural course. Let's try it, shall we?" He snickered. "If you wiggle your bum a little, we can talk about the first thing that pops up."

Captain Washington seriously had to reevaluate how he felt about cats. Back on Earth, the black man hadn't been too enamored with the furry creatures, as before he'd moved into the Space Corps Academy dormitories he'd lived in an apartment complex with a lot of old, lonely feminist cat ladies. Each one of those old windbags kept at least a dozen of the furry menaces around. When those pussies, the furry ones mind you, went into their heat cycle, Washington was hard pressed to sleep or even relax thanks to all the caterwauling he heard around the apartment.

At first, he'd been dreaming of his wife Barbie, and how she'd react when she found out he'd slept with a cat-woman. If there was any truly jealous member of his crew, it was she. Washington had smirked then in his sleep, as he'd end up in the proverbial doghouse after having had a romp with a woman-sized cat.

The black man did toss and turn on his bunk, up until he discovered that his dream had granted his wish. Barbie was in the bed next to him, but she was covered up in a fuzzy blanket. Once Washington realized this in his dream state, he began prodding about in trying to get that blanket off his woman so he could express to her how happy he was to be with her. Unfortunately, that blanket never came off. His dear Barbie was hairy all over, and wait a cotton picking minute, it wasn't his Barbie at all but someone else!

The understanding that a cat-woman had crawled into bed with him caused the captain to wake up. Not only was she lying there, but she was squirming and wiggling against his body, very reminiscent of a cat in heat. That's when Washington began his reevaluation of cats, or at least women that looked like cats, because he found that not only could he tolerate the curvy felines but he could actually enjoy being around them.

Another unexpected jolt occurred when his telepath Mary jumped into his head and explained what was taking place on the ship. It was a soft coup, the woman explained, where the kitties were trying to impress the human men's attention away from the human women and exclusively toward the felines. Mary's suggestion was that the human men should comply with the strange subversion at first, because if the men rejected the felines outright, it might cause jealousy and bitter feelings toward the human women.

Give 'em all you've got, Captain, Mary insisted in his thoughts.

Washington couldn't help but grin. Is that an order?

You betcha! It's the best plan I can think of. Don't cock it up!

He was already fully aroused, he noticed, with his arm draped over the feline's thick waist. Washington didn't even know which of the cat-women was in the room with him, as the lights were too low for him to fully see her. Because he was following instructions on how to save the ship and crew, he went ahead and fondled his cat-woman's breasts, followed by her hips and legs. Now he was revving to go, with his extra long Johnson pushing out against his boxers like a fireman's water hose. Washington's hand felt the pronounced curve of kitty ass, coursing softly over the warm and fine fur. He'd found that sensation odd before, of touching womanly fur, but now he was fascinated with it. He drew back, giving himself enough room to shuck off his boxers, before he pressed against the feline's body with his hard erection caught between them.

The cat-woman was purring and writhing in anticipation. She gave off a pleasant musky scent as well, reminding Washington of tropical sweat fragranced by mangos and pineapples. He wondered if the cats could control their scents, or if they simply exuded out naturally whenever the felines were sexually excited. It didn't matter, really. He liked smelling that exotic womanly perfume as much as he liked touching the downy curves.

Prior to this, the felines had always tried to rule the men by riding on top. This erotic tact had changed from domination to submission, where Washington had no trouble prodding his unknown partner onto all fours. He pressed up against her from behind, with his long cock trapped now against her meaty rump. That was a strange moment when the feline's tail writhed about across the black man's chest. It was caressing him, the captain realized. The end of the tail slipped as far up as his neck and the side of his face.

Once Washington got over it, he held his erection steady and aimed it at the spot where all the perfume was coming from. That was similar to human women, he knew, that sweet smell of their sex when they were about to make love. He prodded the end of his manly rod against the feline, feeling her flinch when he made his intrusion. These cat-women liked sex as much as humans did, the captain decided, based on her reaction of purrs and soft wails.

He thought he might be in the company of the feline he'd had before, but no, this was a different one. The noises she made weren't the same, and the way she shuddered thanks to him was different as well. Also, less of his substantial length fit into her when compared to the last encounter.

The feline wailed like a woman, but also like a cat. He imagined her grabbing or maybe clawing at his bed sheets like a human woman would. There was less animal and more human in this furry being he was having sex with.

Washington did the usual things he did with a woman. He gripped her sides and hips, and he reached out to grope at furred breasts the size of peaches. The man dared to grab at that prehensile tail, wondering beforehand if it would turn him off, but it didn't. All women were built the same, but their bodies had their nuances: smaller or bigger breasts, slender or curvy hips, etc. The furry body, the pointed ears and the tail he could accept as being on the extreme end of those nuances.

The pitch of the feline's wails shifted higher, becoming more cat-like. This might have taken away Washington's fervor, as his mind interpreted the noise as a cat noise. However, he was too enthralled by the rest of her to lose his focus. When the pitch changed again and the feline began shaking, he knew he'd taken her to climax.

The sound was tremendously exciting to hear, both because it was so exotic and because the captain was getting away with cheating on his wife. He'd regret that later, he knew, but the moment, the instant of sexual gratification was the most important thing in his world. With an increased lust, he pumped into his catch, feeling his body begin tensing and his cock finding that ultimate pleasure zone. Washington set his hands on the feline's hips. His last few thrusts were long strokes that tantalized his erection, until the tip finally revolted and told the rest of his manhood that it was time to give up.

Washington started shaking, and gasping as well, once his body found that place of elevated bliss. Contrary to the usual way he finished things off, which was in a more hurried manner, he kept his slow pace going as he spurted out into a place where truly no man had gone before. When he finally halted his sensual provocations, he discovered that he smelled like his lover. The strong scent of the feline had stuck to him.

The captain moved the cat to get up on her knees, as he was. He didn't know if any kind of cuddling was expected from him, but he wasn't ready to give up his playtime. He felt the feline's waist and breasts, and the thickness of her thighs, and her shoulders and arms, all in trying to get a full experience. Washington was still doing this when he heard the familiar chirp of a communication coming through.

"This is Cruz at the hub." The speaker by the door announced. "The ship has reached the magnetic field of the next planetoid. I'll be putting her on orbit status until one of you more savvy types comes up here to take over for me."

Washington left the bed, but before completely walking away, he reached back automatically and gave his cat lover a slap on the rump. That was something he usually did with Barbie, and here he was doing it to a female from another species. He'd have to think about that later, he thought, as he made his way to the comm. Not only had he accepted these felines as being true women, but he was putting them into categories that he reserved for only his most intimate and friendly partners.

"This is the Captain." Washington replied on the comm. "I'll be on my way to the bridge in a couple of minutes. Let me just slip into my uniform first."

Finally, he got a good look at the cat-woman he'd just slept with, as she hurried from the bed to go and stand before the hatch. It was one of the calicos.

"You can't keep me here." Washington told her. "I have a ship to command."

Once he'd gotten dressed, he approached the feline blocking his way. Because Mary expected him to be assertive, Washington simply grabbed the cat by the arm and pulled her aside. She grabbed him as well, as if refusing to let him leave.

Washington relented somewhat, when he said, "Come on."

The crew had been saying that repeatedly to the felines, ever since they'd brought them on the ship. While the cat-women didn't speak a word of English, they had heard that phrase so often that they understood it meant a sort of togetherness.

"Come on." Washington repeated, but this time, he pulled the feline toward him, giving her the idea that he wanted her next to him.

She did move, allowing the captain to open the hatch. When he exited, she trailed him, but at least she wasn't impeding him. As the man made his way to the bridge, he wondered what he could do to stop this sexual siege that was taking place on his ship.