Splashdown Remastered and Housecat

"No, I just wondered if they were all about war."

"There's other stuff that we can do besides watching movies you know," McGregor said, helping himself to another spoonful of steamed vegetables from a bowl on the table. "I have a bunch of games that we could play."

"Games?" Zhari asked, her ears twitching with interest. "What kind of games?"

McGregor looked her up and down, considering his reply.

"I don't think that video games are quite your thing, your hands are...enormous. How about we play an ancient human strategy game?"

"Strategy?"

"Yeah," he said, putting on a mysterious tone. "It's been passed down for hundreds of years, a combat simulator that pits your wits against an opponent in a battle to the death."

"I'd like that!" Zhari announced, mumbling over a mouthful of steak.

"Do try not to talk with your mouth full," he said, "and you shouldn't eat the-"

There was a loud crack as Zhari snapped a T-bone in her powerful jaws, crunching through it like it was nothing more than a pastry crust.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "what shouldn't I eat?"

"Never mind...so, do you want to play?"

"I do," she replied.

"Don't go easy on me, you hear? I know you guys are weird about showing up your Alphas, but I expect you to give me a fair fight."

She nodded enthusiastically, her mouth too full to talk she speared another steak and ate it whole.

***

Zhari narrowed her feline eyes, examining the readout in front of her. A bead of sweat dripped from her brow, furrowed with concentration, the gears in her head turning as she considered her next move. She picked up a yellow peg between her sharp claws, slotting it into a hole on the game board as she bared her carnivore teeth in a grin.

"E-6!"

"Miss!" McGregor announced, and she cursed under her breath.

"My turn," he said, examining the plastic representations of spaceships that were laid out on the numbered grid. "I'm gonna guess...B-9."

His alien opponent placed a red peg on her toy carrier, grumbling angrily.

"You destroyed my carrier..."

"Score another one for humanity."

"It's not fair. You've played before," she complained, peering over the top of the divider that separated their two sides.

"Hey, no peeking! You're not doing that badly, you got one of my frigates, and my courser. It's all about predicting what your opponent will do, getting inside their head and understanding how they think."

"F-8," she snapped.

"Good guess, good guess, you damaged my battleship."

"Ha," she exclaimed triumphantly, "I can still win."

"You could still win...if I hadn't figured out where your frigate is. H-3, if I'm not mistaken."

"Damned humans and their ships," she grumbled, placing a red marker in the slot.

"It's a simple game, be glad that I didn't break out the Chess board or I'd really be trouncing you. Don't Borealans have games like this?"

"Mostly we just play fight. There is one game though, it's called 'razzjat', and it's supposed to teach patience to kittens."

"Razzjat?" McGregor repeated, fumbling with the alien word. The Borealan language was guttural and rolling, full of hard consonants. "How do you play?"

"A wooden cube is carved with six faces, and on each face are four patterns. The box rotates, scrambling the patterns, and the player must turn the faces until they all line up. It is a frustrating game, but that's the point. The kitten learns patience, strategy. It is taught that sometimes planning is required to achieve a long term goal."

"Rubix cube!" McGregor laughed.

"What?" Zhari asked, confused by his outburst.

"We have that game too, it's called a Rubix cube."

"I am not surprised. Humans are a patient race, it stands to reason that you would create a similar game."

"Our version is a little different, our cube has nine colored squares on each of the six faces, and the goal is to match up all of the colors."

"F-7."

"Now you're getting the hang of it," he said, placing another marker. "You'd be able to destroy my battleship next turn, but I'm afraid that you've lost. H-2."

"You got my whole fleet," she grumbled. "Again! I can beat you this time."

"Care to make it interesting?" McGregor proposed, leaning across the table with a sly grin.

"A wager?" Zhari asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, let's bet on it. We'll play another round, and the loser has to give the winner head."

He saw her cheeks redden as she considered, her furry ears twitching, no doubt excited by the prospect of having him bury his face between her thighs again.

"Deal," she replied, a fresh determination in her eyes.

They began to set up their pieces on the board, placing the little plastic ships in patterns and configurations that were intended to fool the other player. Zhari lined up her pegs, yellow for misses, red for hits, and narrowed her eyes at McGregor as she waited for the game to begin.

"Ladies first," he said, waving his hand in a mock gesture of deference.

She scratched her chin with her curved claw, thinking as she played her eyes across the board.

"F-5."

"Right in the middle. Not a bad opening move, but you're out of luck. Miss."

She growled, placing a yellow peg on the game board.

"I'm guessing D-6," he added, smiling as she frowned at him.

"Hit," she sighed, placing a red peg on one of her ships. McGregor placed a red peg on the board, and then reached into his pocket, thumbing a button on his wireless remote. Zhari shuddered, shaking the table as she gripped it to save from falling off her chair, a low moan escaping her lips as she rubbed her round thighs together. He had given her a strong pulse from the vibrating egg that was still lodged deep inside her, its receiver coiled around one of her lace garters.

She took a moment to bask in the pleasure, exhaling slowly, then opened her eyes to glower at him from behind the game board's divider.

"What?" McGregor asked, shrugging his shoulders. "You took a hit."

"C-Cheater," she stammered, "I can't think if I'm distracted."

She sounded angry, but she looked dazed, red-faced. She was no doubt putting on a front, as she so commonly did, hiding her arousal behind a tough exterior that would melt away when the right pressure was applied.

"It's your turn," he said, watching as she hesitated.

"B-2."

"Miss."

Now that it was his turn again, he paid close attention to her expression, watching it change as his fingers hovered over his stock of colored pegs. He knew what the anticipation was doing to her. Zhari's heart was thudding in her chest, her juices beginning to flow as her excitement mounted, unsure of when the next burst of pleasure would come.

"E-6," he announced, smiling as he saw her eyelids flutter.

"Hit..."

He reached into his pocket and turned on her vibrator, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pulsating waves resonated through her body. Her legs twitched as she bit down on her lower lip, her clawed toes curling beneath the table. He switched it off, both relief and disappointment evident in the way that she leaned her weight on the table, breathing hard as she tried to compose herself.

"That's gotta be a battleship or a carrier," McGregor mused, "you've not removed the piece yet."

He would give her another one or two bursts from the vibrator, and she knew it, looking at the board with unfocused eyes as she made her next move.

"H-10," she mumbled, and McGregor shook his head.

"F-6."

"H-Hit," she stammered, her anticipation palpable.

He thumbed the remote, giving her a short throb of buzzing pleasure, Zhari resting her large head on the table as she shivered and crooned.

"Oh, it's your carrier then? You didn't remove the piece."

She shook her head, climbing to a sitting position again, her ample chest rising and falling heavily beneath her frilled brassiere. Her nipples were tenting the soft fabric, no doubt rubbing against it and causing her all kinds of discomfort.

"Don't dawdle," he continued, "take your best shot."

The game was clearly the last thing on her mind as she struggled to focus on the board.

"Um...J-6?"

"Congratulations, you got a hit on my courser."

She reached out and placed a red peg in the corresponding slot, her clawed fingers trembling.

"Now where am I going to send my next shot?" McGregor teased, scratching his chin as he pretended to mull over his strategy. Zhari watched him hungrily, the promise of another cruel burst of oscillating pleasure making her heart skip.

"It could be G-6, or it might be C-6, it's a fifty-fifty shot. I'm gonna go with G-6."

"Hit," she gasped, tensing as she awaited the push of the button. McGregor slowly placed a red peg on the board, and then gestured to her.

"You should remove the piece from the game."

He waited until she was occupied with removing the plastic carrier before hitting her with another burst. The model slipped from her fingers, her eyes screwing shut and her thighs clamping together. He let it go on for a little longer, Zhari balling her furry fists as she endured, her entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure tickled her senses. He finally relented, watching her sink into her chair with a satisfied expression on his face.

They continued on that way, and before long Zhari was a shuddering mess, having lost all of her ships but one frigate. Unable to concentrate on the game, she had gotten in a few lucky hits, but the match was clearly won. At this point killing her last ship was just a formality, another excuse to tease her. She leaned her elbows on the table and cradled her red face in her hands, awash with euphoria from the constant stimulation, but never getting enough to push her over the edge.

"A-2," he said, and she nodded. She removed the final piece from the board, and he rewarded her with another pulse from the vibrator. She almost slid off her chair, mewling as he turned up the intensity of the pulsations, before quickly shutting it off again.

"Good game Zhari, but it looks like you lost. Remember the wager that we made?"

"You c-cheated," she stammered, a droplet of her flowing juices falling from between her thighs to land on the tiled floor beneath her.

"Don't be a sore loser" he chided, hitting the remote again and sending her to the floor. She fell to her hands and knees beneath the table as her chair skidded aside, her mouth open in a silent moan as he dialed it up to the maximum setting, her claws squeaking as they scarred the linoleum.

"Borealans are honorable, right? You have to honor the agreement that you made."

McGregor reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his shorts aside and letting his member bounce free, erect and prominent. Zhari gazed longingly at it, wetting her lips with her pink tongue.

"Here?" She murmured, her voice cracking as the vibrator did its work.

"Yes," he confirmed, beckoning to her with his finger.

She shuffled closer to him, ducking to avoid hitting her head on the table as she sat at his feet, or where his feet would have touched the ground had he not been sitting on a chair that was too high for him.

He felt the familiar softness of her fingers as she cradled his member in her furry hand, as fluffy and as plush as a mink coat, the delicate strands tickling his member. She began to slide her fingers slowly up and down his shaft, it was like being jacked off by somebody wearing fur gloves, and he felt the warmth of her breath on his glans as she drew closer.

She pulled back his foreskin, exposing his head, already welling with a bead of precome. While he had kept Zhari hot and wanting all day, he had suffered much the same fate, his endless teasing precluding his own relief. She brushed his member against her cheek, her skin smooth and silky, looking up at him with imploring eyes. She was adorable, in full submissive mode, awaiting his permission before so much as planting a kiss on his erection.

"Go on," he ordered, trying not to sound as turned on as he was.

She leaned in and kissed the sensitive underside of his glans with an audible smack, her puffy lips lingering there for a moment as she felt him pulse in her fluffy palm. Slowly, torturously, she slid her smooth lips over his tip and engulfed it in her warm mouth.

He felt her long, serpentine tongue slowly paint his tender flesh with slippery saliva. It was rough on the top, but not unpleasantly so as long as she was doting and careful. It gave the organ an odd, stimulating texture, one that made his toes curl when she dragged it across his skin. The underside was just as soft and as slick as that of a human, and her dexterity let her make good use of it.

She curled the organ down his shaft, winding around it like a snake, careful to keep the rough side away from his member as it throbbed and jumped. She moved it around in her mouth, brushing it against her palate and pressing it against the fleshy lining of her inner cheeks, her drool pooling and escaping from her lips as she lathered his length with viscous fluid.

She drew back, pausing with his glans locked between her lips for a moment, lashing it with the tapered tip of her tongue. She released him with a wet pop, gliding her furry hand up his shaft, her wet fur creating an oddly pleasant sensation against his skin. She pressed one of the fleshy pads that protruded from the fur on the tips of her fingers against his glans, evolved to help her grip objects, circling as she used her slaver to make her contact slippery.

McGregor reached down a hand to scratch her behind the ear, hearing her croon as he petted her, the little bell that was hanging from her neck ringing gently as she moved. She circled his head with her tongue, her slow lapping sending harsh pleasure coursing up through his body. He couldn't help but arch his spine, his fingers gripping her hair, Zhari's lips curling into a smile around his member as she took him deeper.

He winced as his glans pressed against the back of her throat, her tongue wrapping him in a prison of soft flesh as she guided him. Her lips kissed the base of his member, forcing him as far as he would go, her slick muscles seizing as they contracted around the foreign object. Her gullet trembled and twitched, Zhari suppressing a gag as she held him deep in her throat, her smooth flesh rolling up his shaft as she swallowed around him.

Saliva leaked from her mouth, clear stands of it hanging from her chin as her eyes began to water, her alien lung capacity dwarfing that of a human woman. She held him for as long as she could stand, and then withdrew, her lips scraping the bubbling drool from his length as she pulled back. She took a few deep breaths, wiping a strand of saliva from her chin with the back of her furry hand, shivering softly as McGregor ran his fingers through her orange hair affectionately.

He reached into his pocket and turned on the vibrator, setting it to a constant, low hum. Zhari reacted strongly, her thighs snapping shut and her eyelids fluttering as she took his cock in her hand and brought it back to her mouth.

Her teeth were sharp and her tongue was rough, but she was so gentle, nursing at it with a care and devotion that set his head spinning. The touch of her textured organ seared his nerves with raw pleasure, every lick and kiss sapping his strength, making him lose focus as his brain fizzled and popped.

Borealans might favor human tongues, but in McGregor's opinion they had their own merits too. Zhari's organ was about a foot long, tapering into a point unlike the dull tongues of humans, so dexterous and flexible that it could be better described as an appendage. She had such fine control over it, curling it around his erection and teasing him with all the skill and finesse of a hand. She could stroke and lick, even while he was trapped deep in her throat, the stimulation so intense that it made him weak at the knees.

She pressed down on him again, thrusting his cock into her mouth, the feeling of his sensitive glans grazing the back of her throat forcing a groan from his lips. Her muscles trapped it, made slimy by her saliva, rolling up his shaft in waves as her body struggled to reject him. It was like being massaged by a hand gloved in wet satin, the powerful suction making his eyes roll back into his head.

Zhari's dexterous tongue slid down the underside of his member, its rough surface scouring him, before snaking out of her mouth to caress his balls. Its warmth and wetness surprised him, squeezing and tickling as an appreciative shiver rolled up his spine. She knew exactly what he liked, knew what he wanted almost before he did. She watched him carefully with her amber eyes in order to better tailor her movements to his desires.

Apparently Borealans found this kind of submissive behavior boring, little better than assisted masturbation. McGregor couldn't imagine ever getting tired of it, even after a lifetime. He had never met a human partner who had been so eager to please, so ready and willing at all hours of the day.

Unable to resist the allure of her velvet throat, he took a handful of her hair, guiding her as she began to bob her head on his shaft. It was so tight, her tongue wriggling and battling his member for space as he pushed in and out, her flowing saliva making their coupling slippery and wet. She opened her mouth and relaxed her throat, letting him have his way with her, his pace growing faster and faster as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

She let him continue for a remarkably long time, before finally placing a hand on his thigh, a silent request for him to slow. She took the base of his member in her furry hand and slid it out of her mouth, connected to her lips by a web of sagging drool that broke to fall to the floor. She swallowed hard, catching her breath, and then lapped adoringly at his glans to keep him on edge as she recovered.

She looked goddamned adorable sitting there between his thighs, glancing up at him with her reflective eyes, her frilled headpiece perched upon her head and the little bell on her choker ringing as she slid her tongue up and down his aching erection. He had to struggle to maintain his composure, he was supposed to be playing the part of the stoic Alpha.

He turned up the setting on her vibrating egg, watching the change in her as she began to tremble, her head sinking into his lap as she shuddered and moaned. She did her best to continue despite the distracting euphoria that was washing through her, sliding his member back into her mouth and resuming her ardent sucking.

Her silky cheeks pressed around him, her tongue drawing slow, teasing shapes on his glans as she held him there. It was divine, exquisite, so warm and wet that he might have mistaken it for her loins was it not for the incessant movement of her slimy tongue. He doubled over, resting his head on the table as she moved beneath it, making an effort to hide his red face and his pained expression from her.

She crawled her lips from the base of his cock to the tip, his organ throbbing and flexing against the confines of her mouth as her pace reached a fever pitch. She moaned softly, the vibrations tickling him, her demeanor becoming all the more passionate and desperate as the sex toy teased her. She was licking and mouthing as if her life depended on it, he could feel her shivering as the toy did its work, buzzing and oscillating deep inside her. He reached into his pocket and changed the setting, switching it from a constant hum to a throbbing pulse, Zhari's pained mewl muffled by his manhood. She gripped his hips with her furry hands, her claws poking holes in his clothes as she forced him to the base, her throat spasming around him as her face pressed into his groin.

McGregor groaned like he had been punched in the gut, holding on to the edge of the table for dear life as her throat muscles gripped his tender glans. It was so tight that it almost hurt, as if a phantom hand had reached past her flesh and was crushing her windpipe, with his erection lodged inside it. She drew on him as if trying to suck his emission from the source, swallowing and gulping in wracking waves. He could hear the rain of her drool as it pattered against the tiles below them, she was shameless, wanton. Zhari acted as if servicing him was the most wonderful and engrossing thing that she had ever done, as if she was more aroused than she had ever been.