Tom's Parallel World Pt. 05

Tom, not seeing any problem on the ceiling, stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any light bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her claws grip his shorts to dig into his backside.

"Ow... What's that for? I thought you wanted something doing?" Tom exclaimed in shock.

The kitten pulled him in closer to her.

"Oh, I do, it's something only a human can do... Now undo your belt and shorts."

"What?"

With his crotch looming over the kitten's open mouth, seeing her body stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered breasts, Tom's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

"I need you to fill this mouth with your super sex toy." The kitten purred. "We know what you've been up to and we kittens think it is our turn."

The kitten's tail came over her body to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claws to pull down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her face. The kitten's eyes widened, as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft head to lick and suck it.

"Mmmm, nearly super, let's see how it grows." The kitten giggled.

"I taste pussy, mum?... Lucy?... or... Chrys?"

"Hang on your Chrys?" Tom replied, shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening shaft in her mouth.

"I never actually said I was Chrys... Mmm... Slurp."

It was obvious now that the kitten that was Clair, who continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her claws now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference... Oh well, never mind... I'm going to have to learn to tell you kittens apart."

Clair's lips were like velvet and her part rough, part soft, tongue flicked up and around his now stiff shaft. She would lap the rough part of her tongue down to his balls and back up to the tip. Then plunge onto him until her lips fully immersed his sex toy.

"Chrys went to Kitty's..." Clair admitted without remorse.

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the vibrations echoing onto his dick and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry body stretching out in front of him and he fondled Clair's breasts hidden in her fur, encouraging more purring. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

"Mmmm, Nice." Clair purred, increasing her vacuum qualities on Tom, flicking her tongue around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his balls and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her mouth as she purred harder. Clair released him as his shaft relaxed. Tom stepped out of her legs reach and pull his shorts up.

"We're not finished yet." Clair purred, looking a little dejected. "You've not satisfied me..."

"Well, unless you want to make it a threesome? Your mum's walking up the cliff coming home," Tom said as he nodded to the window as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the window to look, wondering how much time they would have, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

"I can't see mum?" Clair gasped, thinking Sarah was already coming through the front door.

"I will when I get to Kitty's." Laughed Tom, as he scampered down the stairs.

"I'll catch up with you...." Clair laughed back. "You owe me..."

Tom left the cottage by the back door to walk down the path at the back of the cottages, returning to the village and Kitty's pub. The pub was quiet, with a few regulars. Sarah and Chrys were pleased to see Tom as they sat at a table in the lounge.

Tom could already distinguish Sarah's scent and now could isolate Chrys's scent, meaning he could now identify each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your evil lair?" Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's busy working on the problem."

"Chrys, can I ask you about NATO?" Tom asked, then seeing her nod, he continued. "I'm sure the technicalities of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of power?"

"Well, it does, even for short distances. For teleporting across half the globe, we can utilise the earth's gravitational pull with the moon to boost the long jumps, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the early days, but it gobbled up so much energy they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion power."

Sarah cut into the conversation, "Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches. Would you fancy one?"

"Please, that would be lovely, with a mug of tea?" Tom chirped, realising he was now peckish.

Sarah rose and walked to the kitchen, not wanting to even try to understand teleportation. As soon as she was out of hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storms, that accidentally bring off people from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so much energy, then why do they keep repeating and at predictable intervals?" Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put. "No one is sure. Reports claim some sort of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pull. They set up a research base at Goonhilly every spring and autumn to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their latest research, which includes the storm that brought you."

"So how are they predictable?" Tom asked, "Planetary orbits?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but that is roughly the line of thought. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the right track. "Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theorists over every historical or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your conspiracy theory?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it... But one theory was that when they first investigated teleportation, they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were happy to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industries employed millions and earned trillions, they wanted to keep that status quo. By going interstellar, they could mine and exploit the moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But?"

"They cut corners and somehow set up the portals, which are really unstable wormholes that they claim they can't close." Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"Claim? Or pretend to close..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost minute perfect warnings of the portal openings."

"But this may take additional power. Is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal openings?" Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into Star Wars territory.

"We've already looked. Power consumption figures show nothing, but then when you read the small print, the published figures are average figures based on previous weeks' and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random data and the result will be the same flat curve."

"So why is it that only once in a generation some poor sap like me gets pulled across worlds?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pulls, based on planetary orbits. It's not an exact science, as it works by bending and using the space between space. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so much power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the drive to get nuclear fusion to work."

"Okay. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be more and more alarm bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and wait before the next scheduled storms."

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drinks, placing it down on the table between them. As they tucked in, Kitty came to sit with them.

"Make the most of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after mermaid sightings and people interested in the fishing trips. We seem to be 'The quaint Pub' for families.

I'm buying some garden tables and benches with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a steady increase of B&B bookings over the next few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose ends he wanted to look at this afternoon, and a little time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom... Have you promised the human family's daughter anything?" Kitty asked. "She cornered me asking about summer work with you in a few weeks? And asking for your contact numbers, but you not having a phone or anything seemed to upset her."

The three cats all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had time to do anything with the Human woman?

"Ah... Kitty, she's sort of invited herself." Tom answered, embarrassed. "I tried to dissuade her, saying I would have moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to return here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each other a glance, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw amusement in their eyes.

"Honestly, I've not suggested or promised anything." Tom protested, seeing the three cats chuckle.

"Well, maybe we do need extra help if Tom is going to service all our guests and keep up his sex toy reputation." Sarah laughed.

"Mum!" Chrys feigned shock.

The three cats cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. He decided that enough was enough and made his excuses as he rose to leave the three cats. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite side of the cove. He wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove from the cliffs, but this would mean passing Captain Brown's watchful wife. The path was not as obvious to follow, as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double back after a few dead ends.

Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs. Across on the other side of the cove, he could see Clair sunbathing and two doors down, the curtains remained closed with no sign of the pair working within it.

Captains Brown's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her presence and hoped to avoid any further interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk out of the village.

He made it around the headland, with no repercussions from Mrs Brown. Captain Brown's house was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The path dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through some small trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the ocean. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard footsteps behind him before he smelled any scent. Not wanting anyone following him, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward side of the path and waited. The breeze brought a familiar scent to him as he heard the footsteps pass his hiding place. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the trees and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the trees and behind the stonewall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of paws, then four paws landing hard, then quiet steps leading away.

Tom poked his head over the wall to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen tree and small bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave steps, working her way to the cliff edge. Tom then recognised the cliff shape and rocks below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove, and Becky had led him straight to it.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to stand above her in the grass as she made her way down the winding path, now using the steps cut into the rocks. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to return along the path and saw him above her.

"Looking for me?" Tom said with a smug grin on his face.

"Mum sent me. She thought you may check the cove out rather than escaping."

Becky now blushed, more at being caught rather than having her mum sending her on an errand.

"That's okay, rather you than your mum, but at least now I know where the path is, thanks."

Tom inspected the lie of the land, checking he could identify the path's location in the dark. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know mum would send me?"

"I didn't... But females seem to be inherently suspicious of males... Don't worry. I caught your scent first with the wind behind you." Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt feelings. "I'll tell them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky shoved him in defiance with her paw as she passed and the two returned to the path. Becky turned to walk back to the village, but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the path, keen to explore further.

"Well, now I am chaperoned, why not let me explore further?"

Becky shrugged in acceptance but was also happy to continue walking with Tom, rather than return home. They walked on, following the path away from the village. The coastal path dropped into a hollow next to a shallow beach, with some overgrown ruins close to the path. There was a well-worn path down onto the beach.

"That's strange. There was always a path past the house, but a large group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden grass path to the beach, where it changed to mud, sand, and then pebbles. Becky was about to tread into the mud when Tom pulled her back.

"There are some definite paw prints in the mud and wet sand before we ruin them. Can you identify them?"

"Yeah, that is simple... Badger... Fox... weasel maybe." Then she pointed at some prints off to one side, where the mud was dryer. "Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the grass, sniffing, "That's strange. That's Balthazar's scent, but he would never come down to a beach voluntarily."

"Are you sure? How long ago?"

"Well, possibly last night or yesterday, as the scent is still strong. There are some more odorous scents too, and perfume."

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various scents. He couldn't identify Balthazar's individual scent yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something similar to what his sister would wear. Then he caught the odorous smells Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, closely confined or ones that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs pull up on this beach? Would that explain the footprints?"

"Hell no, that is why the fisherdog's house is in ruins. See the protruding cliff there?" Becky pointed.

"Years ago, that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks. They're like shark's teeth. They would rip a hard hull fishing boat apart."

"So they couldn't reach here by boat?"

"Oh yes, just not a hard hull. You can see a slight witness where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, more than once. This is a regular meeting place."

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her face full of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthazar's white fur would stand out, allowing anyone to recognise him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a meeting. They must meet outside of fishing hours."

Tom and Becky looked at each other, realising the importance of this information.

"I have to let dad know, this is not normal... The only badger known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him?"

"Yes, tell your dad know what we've discovered. Maybe he knows about it, but the safe money is on that he doesn't."

"Yeah, I'd agree."

"Becky, in this world... Do you have wild animal tracking cameras? You know, so you can watch animal trails to see which wild animals are coming and going."

Becky looked horrified, "No... Why would you need such a thing?"

"Well, in my world humans can't ask animals who use a path and why, so by setting cameras up in trees or bushes the next day we can watch the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and hunting, one of the primary uses for them.

"Again, why would we need such a thing...?" Becky asked.

"Well, what if we could capture a group photo of these clandestine meetings, then we would have evidence?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky's look of horror, the use of camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a note to talk to Peter about it, as he seemed to have more skewed morals. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This time, Tom motioned to return to the village. Maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's request from last night.

"What happened between you and Thomas the Fisherdog?" Tom asked, not realising what a sensitive subject he'd touched upon.

"Why, what has he been saying? I saw him talking to you last night."

"Nothing, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday." Tom hoped this would ease the interrogation.

"That's worse... What's it to do with him?" Becky spat the question back at him.

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up," Tom realised he was being a little tactless. "But as you've grown older, you've grown apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leaf litter on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, it made it easier for her to open up.

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog position. But as I'm a bitch, it has to go to a sire, which means going outside the family and dad always favoured Thomas," Becky said angrily. "As soon as they realised this, all the village bitches chased after him as if he were in heat and the dog sires avoided me like the plague."

"Why can't a bitch be a Top Dog?" Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't turn on him.

"I've asked that question many times," she barked back at him. "But I've never had a genuine answer."

"Can it still be Thomas if he chooses a different wife?" Tom said, readying himself to duck or dodge any violent reaction.

"No. He has to marry into the Brown family."

"Why?"

"Well... Well... I don't know why... it's just the way I've been told it has to happen."

"So, if you chose someone else other than Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it?"

"Oh... Don't worry, Dad will have a lot to say about it... But you make a good point," Becky said, looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas?" Tom asked, remembering he agreed to be put in a kind word in favour of Thomas, not talking her out of the idea.

"No, and that's what pisses me off about it all," Becky answered, angrily walking on, indicating that was the end of the conversation.

The path returned to the trees and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

"How do you fancy some angry sex?" She asked, "I'm feeling angry, and it's been a while since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the path, walking between some trees and to the wall Tom had previously hidden behind. There was a gate in the wall for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old narrow path, into thicker trees that opened out to a small glade hidden from view.

In the centre of the small glade was a bent tree, deliberately bent over. Forming a fallen 'Z' shape with a short horizontal portion to the trunk at waist height, before the trunk headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become roots, acting as legs, making the short portion of the tree like a carpenter's trestle sawhorse.