Splashdown Remastered and Housecat

He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, she could see it in his face. But they were engaged in some sort of game, the purpose of which she had not yet discerned. He had more in store for her before this week was through, that much she knew.

She felt giddy, euphoric. McGregor took a moment to free her from her cuffs, and she opened her arms to him, bathing in the warmth of her afterglow.

"My Alpha," she crooned, her red face brightened by a loving smile.

Zhari wrapped her arms around him and rolled onto her side, trapping him in a tight hug as she thrust his face between her breasts. She ran her claws through his hair, stroking him, slow and gentle as she pressed her nose against his head to take in his scent. She didn't care that it was presumptuous to drag one's Alpha into such an embrace, she felt so flowery and happy, she wanted to feel him close to her.

McGregor didn't complain, nuzzling between her ample boobs, his arms struggling to wrap around her far larger body. It was like trying to hug a tree for the smaller human. He tickled her, his hands gliding across her slippery skin, grabbing handfuls of her flesh as if she might somehow escape him. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly through his clothes, and she shivered as another lingering aftershock jolted her senses. It seemed like she wasn't the only one who had been teetering on the edge for far too long.

"Can I do anything for you?" She whispered, her lips an inch from his ear. "You need only ask..."

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McGregor found himself trapped in Zhari's strong arms, his face thrust between her breasts, her skin slick with fresh sweat as the soft globes pressed against his cheeks. She smelled so good, musky and feminine, he couldn't help but push his face into her inviting bosom. His hands clawed at her flesh as they roamed across her massive body, tracing the curve of her spine and reaching beneath her skirt to delve into her yielding cheeks.

Watching her come like that had gotten him more riled up than he had planned for, and his stoic persona was slipping a little. He had wanted to drag this out for longer, really tease her, but now he wanted her too badly to refuse the invitation that she had whispered so sensually into his ear. She seemed almost drunk, her powerful muscles still trembling slightly as she held him, her biceps quivering as they enclosed him.

No sex, he had something special planned for that, but he needed something to get him through the night or he would go crazy.

He reached down and fumbled with his pants, freeing his erection to bounce against her belly, Zhari flinching as she felt his rigid organ brush her skin. She crooned happily, feeling him rub against the contours of her abdominal muscles, her sudor making his contact slippery.

It was like rubbing his member against a rumble strip, the firm bumps of her abs protruding from beneath skin that was as soft as silk and as smooth as polished wood. She was so warm, he could feel her breath blowing on him as she buried her nose in his hair.

She knew what he wanted, they had done this before. He felt her shift her weight as she reached down between her legs, cupping some of the mess that was still leaking from between her burnished thighs, McGregor exhaling a sigh into her cleavage as she smeared the fluid on his shaft. Her wet fur tickled him, and she spread the rest of the sordid mixture on her belly, a blend of her own juices and the fake ejaculate from the syringe.

It was hot, slimy, the veneer of goop making his erection glide tantalizingly against her stomach. She placed her hand on the top of his shaft and pressed it tighter, his member trapped between the plush fur of her palm and her slick skin.

He began to thrust, rubbing against her belly, the sensation of his member sliding against the bumps of her abdominal muscles was wonderfully slippery. Her fur tickled his glans, matted with globs of syrupy fluid, Zhari applying more pressure as he rolled his hips.

His hands roamed across her inviting body, following the wide curve of her hip as she lay on her side beside him, his fingers sinking deep into her plush fat. She was lean, powerful, sculpted from hard muscle and sinew. She was also soft however, her delicate fat distributing to all of the right places. It made her pliant and touchable, it was a struggle to keep his hands off her at the best of times. Her thighs were as soft as pillows despite the steely muscle that lurked beneath the surface, her ass and hips a veritable playground, plump and yielding such that her fat spilled between his digits like fresh cookie dough.

He roamed down towards her butt, struggling to reach due to her exaggerated stature, and he felt her jump as he took a generous handful of her soft cheek. She crooned as he dug his fingers deep into her flesh, seeking out the firm muscle that lay beneath. Her rear bounced back to its original shape as soon as he let go, she probably had more muscle in her ass than he did in his entire body.

His face was still pressed between her breasts, and so he sank his other hand into one of her heavy boobs, resting against his head and sandwiching him as she lay on her side. Each globe was perhaps two or even three times the volume of his own head, heavy enough that lifting just one of them would have been a challenge for a full grown man, let alone two.

It was like playing with a water balloon wrapped in satin, the tender meat deforming and spreading as he mauled and kneaded, his giant partner pressing her thighs together and breathing more heavily as he teased her. He could hear her massive heart pounding like a steel drum inside her chest as he rested his face against her, using the lower breast as a pillow.

His thrusting grew faster, Zhari taking the opportunity to stroke his sensitive glans with her fur, watching him intently with her yellow eyes to gauge his reaction as he frotted against her taut belly. There was such a contrast of sensation, tickling his senses as his member slid against her body. Her sodden fur pressed down on him from the top, Zhari stroking and teasing his tender glans, and beneath him was her slippery skin and the protruding mounds of her six pack. She was chiseled, her muscles carving deep channels into her belly, the harsh gravity of her home planet endowing her with a body that would have made the sculptors of antiquity green with envy.

It created a wonderful friction when he increased his pace, the bunches of firm muscle beneath her thin layer of satin fat grinding against him in all the right ways, made slippery and wet by the copious fluids that she had smeared on herself.

She was getting into it too, gleaning little pleasure from his rubbing of course, but delighting in the way that he rolled his hips and writhed in her embrace. Her reflective eyes pierced the gloom, peering down at him as his face lay between her breasts, her free arm curled beneath him as they spooned on the oversized bed.

He felt her fingers delve into his hair, taking a tight grip, turning his face up towards her as he emerged from her cleavage. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth, a clear foot of sinuous muscle winding its way down towards him, as flexible and dexterous as a tentacle. It parted his lips, pushing into his mouth and curling around his tongue, her lips following behind it as she leaned closer.

She trapped him in a deep, wanton embrace, her skilled tongue stroking and teasing as it roiled in his head. She glanced his inner cheeks, stroked his palate, its rough texture making his head spin as her copper flavor pricked his taste buds. She smacked wetly, sighing softly as he made a futile attempt to meet her passionate kiss, his organ a fraction of the size of hers.

Where human tongues almost seemed purpose built to turn the giant aliens into shivering wrecks, the felines were artists when it came to kissing. Zhari could reach deeper than any human, with much finer control over her tongue, the organ twisting and curling with alarming finesse. It bulged his cheeks, more and more of its fleshy length piling into his mouth, stars dancing before his eyes as she licked and stroked.

She was relentless, wanton, her smooth lips locked to his as her slimy tongue explored his mouth. The tapered tip tickled the back of his throat, his eyes watering as she pushed deeper, withdrawing slightly when she felt his gullet reject her invasion. Her fluffy hand cradled his head, as large as a dinner plate. She could have completely engulfed his skull in her furry fingers if she so desired. She drew him closer, the slow and sensual pace of her kissing becoming more frantic and lurid, her fingers stroking up and down the length of his member as her abs flexed and shifted beneath it.

She sometimes forgot that humans had a more limited lung capacity than her own kind, her tongue sliding out of his mouth for a moment, linked by a fat strand of sagging saliva as he caught his breath. When she was confident that he wasn't going to suffocate, she drew him in again, her slippery length parting his lips and slipping back inside.

He gripped her more tightly, sliding his hand from the small of her back up to her muscular shoulders, following the deep channel that her definition cut in her spine. Her furry tail wrapped around his leg like a snake, her drawn out kiss filling his head with white light.

McGregor had held off for so long that he now felt hypersensitive, his nervous system kicked into overdrive, every strand of her soft fur and every glance of her serpentine tongue making him tingle and shiver. His hips were moving mechanically, thrusting against her belly, her fingers teasing him gently with their downy texture.

Sensing that he was getting close, she closed her hand around his member, beginning to pump her fist in time with his movements. His fingers dug into her flesh, McGregor taking in deep lungfuls of her comely scent as he plunged into the tight prison of wet fur, matted and slippery.

She drew back from her kiss, releasing him with a wet pop to let him breathe, and he pressed his head into the soft meat of her bust. Her skin was smooth and cool against his burning cheeks, the taste of her sweat on his lips as he rubbed and mouthed. Zhari leaned down to nibble his ear, trapping it between her sharp teeth and licking gently, her warm breath tickling him.

His thrusting reached a fever pitch, a long delayed wave of pleasure crashing over him as he succumbed to the sensation of her furry hand as it squeezed him. He hugged her massive body, clinging to her as a rope of his come erupted from her fist, splashing against her taut belly. She wrapped her free arm around him, holding him tight as he writhed and bucked, milking him with diligent strokes of her hand in order to ease out every last throb. His milky emission clung to her fur, joining the slimy mess that had resulted from their session with the toy, his muscles wrenching as they forced more of it out of him.

He loosed a growl that was muffled by the meat of her boobs, the firm massage of her fist wringing another rope of come from him, Zhari watching him intently with drooping eyelids as she felt his warm emission between her fingers.

Every time that he thought he was spent, another crippling tremor tore through him, his member aching as he pumped another load into her soft hand. It was like being jacked off with a mink glove, luxurious and inviting. He couldn't help but keep pushing into her fist as she stroked and tugged. He gave a final heaving thrust, a thick strand of pearly come spraying onto her orange fur, and then he sank into her arms.

"I love to watch you come," she whispered, his heart skipping a beat as the lurid comment pierced the haze of his afterglow. She ran her claws through his hair, scratching his scalp, the gesture oddly calming in his euphoric state. Despite his compromised position, she was still being submissive as her biology dictated, pleasing her Alpha being her one goal.

"Good girl," he whispered back, and she squeezed him tightly enough that it was almost uncomfortable. She wiped her hand on the sheets, they were both lying in their own mess now and it hardly mattered, then she trapped him in a bear hug as he exhaled into her bust.

Their lust sated, they clung to each other, adrift on tides of euphoria. It wasn't just the pleasure, McGregor felt that Zhari had made progress. He had broken down another of the walls that she so often put up to keep him and others out of her more private thoughts.

Maybe Zhari was a minority amongst her people, or perhaps many Borealans felt the way that she did, simply hiding it behind a veneer of toughness and hyper-aggression. Their society and culture, even the instincts that were coded into their DNA, revolved around an endless battle for supremacy. Every day was a struggle to rise through the ranks and to maintain one's current position, bouts of very real violence deciding the victor. If you were sick the day that someone happened to challenge you, if you had slept late and you were tired and unprepared, it could cause you to lose your social position and in doing so drastically alter your quality of life. They always had to be at their peak, always aware and ready for a fight at all hours of the day.

It seemed that in Zhari's case, she preferred life at the bottom of the pile. Whether that was a quirk of her personality, or if the years of stress and intense competition had taken their tole on her, McGregor couldn't say. When he had met her she had been wound up like a spring, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. But now she was free of the stress and responsibility that went hand in hand with being a pack leader, she was relaxed, she even seemed happy at times.

Perhaps her case was more akin to that of a high powered executive, shouting down employees and making ruthless buyouts by day, but visiting a dominatrix in order to be degraded and dominated by night. Either way, he could sense her tension melting away, this was good for her and he was going to keep it up.

CHAPTER 10: HIDDEN TALENTS

McGregor woke up alone, feeling tiny as he sat up in the massive bed, Zhari's bulk conspicuously absent. The toys and bonds were still strewn about, and the dried fluids from the night before made the sheets stiff and scratchy. He wondered where she was for a moment, then he smelled food, dropping off the edge of the bed and making his way towards the kitchen.

He stepped out from behind the bedroom door, the wooden panel sliding closed behind him. Artificial sunlight from the station's lamps was bleeding in through the blinds, the only windows in the apartment facing the torus, as the station's hull was directly behind them and there were other apartments to their left and right. It must be late in the morning, probably close to midday.

Zhari was standing in front of the stove top, preparing something in a large skillet, the smell of cooking meat filling the room. Her furry ears swiveled to face him as she heard him enter, McGregor rubbing his eyes as he approached. She was still wearing her maid outfit, as dutiful as ever, and she had done her hair up in a bun which probably meant that she had taken a shower. He should probably do the same pretty soon, they had made a real mess of each other the night before.

"You're making 'me' breakfast?" He asked, hopping up onto the one of the oversized chairs at the kitchen table to watch her. "That's a first."

"You usually do the cooking," she replied, flipping whatever it was that she was frying with a spatula. "I thought that I might make some homeworld food today, since you were asleep. I assumed that you enjoyed cooking, so I never offered."

"I know my way around a kitchen, yeah, but I won't object if you want to help out. Don't think I've ever eaten any Borealan food before, what are you making?"

"Well...it's not 'really' Borealan food, I'm just cooking human food in a Borealan style. I found these large hunks of meat in the freezer, I cut them into strips and I'm cooking them in oil."

"You're frying beef? Interesting..."

"It'll be good, you'll see."

She seemed happy today, her tail was waving back and forth beneath her short skirt, the garment scarcely long enough to cover her shapely rear. That costume had been a good investment, just the sight of her made him consider foregoing breakfast and having a taste of her instead, but there would be ample time for that later.

She finished cooking, spooning the strips of meat onto two large plates, and bringing them over to the table. McGregor was hungry, and so he wasted no time digging in, spearing a piece of beef on his fork and taking a tentative bite. It was juicy on the inside, crispy on the outside, salty and very oily in the way that the cats preferred. They didn't care much for sugary food and so barbecue sauce and sweet meats were lost on them. They preferred the savory variety, and they were especially sensitive to fats and oils in their meal.

It was a little greasy by human standards, but it tasted good. Some sweet sauce like barbecue or ketchup would have made it downright delicious. She noted that he was wolfing it down, and she seemed pleased, starting on her own significantly larger pile of fried beef as she sat opposite to him at the table.

"So what's the plan for today?" She asked, her voice muffled by a mouthful of meat.

"I had some ideas. Your hands are too big to play videogames, at least until some company designs a controller aimed at Borealans, but I bet we can adjust some VR goggles to fit you."

"What are those?"

"They're like electronic goggles that have computer screens inside them. You wear them over your eyes and it makes you feel like you're in another world."

"Why?" She asked, chewing on a piece of beef as she watched him quizzically.

"Well think about it, you could use it as a combat simulator, or you could visit a representation of somewhere without having to travel there physically. In fact, I know just what to do with it."

He took a couple of minutes to finish off his meal, and then hopped down off his chair, heading over to the living room.

"What are you doing?" Zhari asked, craning her neck to get a look at him as he crouched beneath the wall mounted screen and pushed his hands through the holographic fireplace. There was a cupboard down there that contained more electronic goodies, and he rummaged for the VR sets.

"You'll see soon enough, by the time you've finished eating I should have these set up."

She shrugged, returning to her food as McGregor retrieved two pairs of goggles, finding the remote for the screen and beginning to scroll through the option menu. He remarked once again that Zhari seemed to have little interest in human technology. Devices that should have been as magic to her were at best curiosities, and at worst completely ignored. It wasn't what he had expected, but perhaps it was more a reflection of his environment than hers. He had grown up surrounded by toys and gadgets, his eyes always fixed on a monitor or a display, his fingers always typing at a keyboard or swiping across a touch panel.

Zhari's upbringing had been very different, the technology level on Borealis was far lower than it was in UNN space. She had no doubt explored a wealth of natural beauty while he had been locked his bedroom playing flight simulators, and their career choices reflected that. He had become a UNN pilot, and she had become a shock trooper. A love of computers and gadgets would not help her out in the bush any more than an interest in hiking would be of use to him in a cockpit.

Still, it amused him how she seemed able to just block everything out, as if she didn't even see the blinking lights and flashing displays that surrounded her on a daily basis.