Pilgrimage

 

Part 2

(A Furry fantasy by Anima: Contains sex, vore, and food-fetish/fattening themes)

 

 

      Mac woke up slowly, lifting his hand to rub grit out of his eyes. As he brought his hand up, his fingers brushed a furry mass beside him in the bed. Startled, the diminutive young man tumbled to the floor in a heap and faced the 'taur. She slept, thickened sides rising and falling gently. Sighing in relief then smiling in pleasure as he recalled the previous day's events, he crept back onto the cot and snuggled up against Pethle's tummy. The felineoid didn't wake, but a rumbling purrr assured the nurse his charge was well. It was unspeakably wonderful, rubbing and cuddling Pethle, this wonderful creature... A quiet chime interrupted Mac's snuggle, announcing the personal phone's request for his ear, and Mac reluctantly granted it.

      "Well Mac, where are you? And more importantly, WHERE'S PETHLE!?" Mac nearly dropped the phone, and stumbled to the next room before his snugglemate woke.

      "She woke up sir! All on her own. I fed her and she asked me to care for her at home. I'm staying with her until reassigned, as that is my prime responsibility." He replied quietly, mentally laughing at this turnabout. He'd thought of that little loophole last night. There wasn't anything anyone could do about the situation without making it seem like Mac was receiving special treatment. A strangled cry of rage reached his ear before the chief medic hung up, making Mac's mental chuckle blossom into a real one. Silky arms came out of nowhere, wrapping around his waist, while a quiet voice purred in his ear.

      "What's so funny, sweet?" Pethle yawned through her sentence, a sleepy kitty. Mac reached back and smoothed her rumpled headfur.

      "Oh, I'm just pleased with my assignment. I get to care for you until the next roster change, which is months away...we can do whatever we please..." He grinned as Pethle's stomach voted for their first activity, and both washed up before crossing the grounds in the summer morning's heat to the mess hall.

      "Morning Peth, Mac. Sleep well?" Treeva grinned as the pair walked into the hall. Heads turned, and a few smiles appeared. Mac blushed, and Pethle wrapped an arm possessively around his shoulders. He smiled up at her, grateful for the bolstering, then left his patient at a table in order to fetch food. He selected two large weasels, and a huge trout from the hall's electronic menu. The fish was encapsulated in a bubble of water within the capsule, swimming merrily away. Pethle smiled at the weasels, but eyed the fish with distaste.

      "If you say so..." She murmured, and yawned wide. Mac tipped the first weasel's capsule into her mouth, tumbling the critter inside the damp maw. It hissed in fear, and tried backing out. But the alien clamped her lips around the slinky creature's waist. It kicked its back legs in panic! She swallowed softly, the legs vanishing inside her muzzle. Mac watched, enraptured, small bulges marking the location of the weasel in her neck. Another gulp drew the animal deeper into her slick gullet, Mac caressing Pethle's thickened neck to feel the struggle within. Both sighed as her belly filled slightly, a wiggling bulge in her side faintly visible for a moment before dying away. Smiling dreamily, he tipped the next capsule and repeated with the last weasel. Peth's belly hung just a little lower. Finally he pulled out the wriggling fish, and pushed it head first between her lips. She purred muffledly at the ease with which the slick fish eased down her throat, the powerful tail slapping the sides of her gullet on the way down. This one survived longer in her belly, and Pethle tugged Mac against her side so he could feel it. She grinned when her nurse's arousal pressed against her, and rubbed her body against it teasingly. He almost fainted with the sensation, but managed to sit down beside her before keeling over. Treeva nuzzled Pethle affectionately.

      "Glad to see you're eating, friend." She laughed, looking over the three empty capsules and the telltale bulge in Pethle's barrel.

      "Oh, I'm just getting started..." Peth whispered, a sly look on her face making her red stripe/mask arch upward.

      "You taking on Mac then? He's sweet, but I wouldn't take him myself. Too small, too frail..." She whispered back, casting an amused glance at Mac, who had gone for drinks.

      "He's perfect...and I'll EAT anyone who tries to make me think otherwise!" The plumping 'taur chuckled, and bit Treeva's ear playfully. Treeva giggled, batting at the snowy pelted felineoid, and thanked the human for the small pitcher of coke he handed her.

      "What would you like to feed me next, my human?" Pethle purred, rubbing her cheek against Mac's before downing her pitcher in a few gulps. He started, looking up from where he stroked her stretched belly.

      "Are you certain? I mean, even your species must have limits..." Mac trailed off, Pethle smiling at him gently.

      "And I'm going to test those limits... Try something new, Mac. No more fish for now. Something warm," and she gave him a little push toward the dispensers. He shrugged happily, and stood before the ordering computer again.

      'Beaver? Nah. Snake? Too cold. Hamster? Too small. Same for rat. Skunk? Ummm, not now. Well well...small deer. Yikes!' Muttering to himself, Mac hit the button for deer. The serving door slid open, and a cart wheeled out with an alert doe sitting within a plastic bubble. There were two needles near her on the cart, one a stimulant and the other a soporific. Seeing Mac wheeling it over, Pethle licked her lips in anticipation. Treeva was slightly unsettled by the gleam in Peth's eyes... Pethle touched the side of the huge capsule, smiling into the large, dark pools of the doe's eyes. how these predators ate! But this doe was so large, compared to the smaller weasels and fish...

      "Pethle, are you sure you can handle something this big? Few felineoids have tried the deer yet, and maybe..." He broke off, watching Pethle stretch her jaws wide and loll her tongue in expectation. Shivering slightly, he took up the first needle and ran it into the capsule's permeable side to prick the meal. The doe startled, then gradually collapsed into a limp heap. Mac unsealed the plastic bubble and dragged the living meat out onto the table. Pethle angled her head down, and the human slid the deer's skull onto her tongue. She gently gripped the deer with her jaws, sliding a tongue over the head to lubricate and taste it. The short fur grew matted and slick with the cattaur's copious saliva. Pethle motioned towards her human, requesting a helping hand. Mac pushed, and the first part of the deer slid over the tongue and bumped the entrance to the felineoid's throat. The narrow shoulders dislocated Pethle's jaws with a quiet, wet pop and her human shoved the deer further in. Peth's shaggy white neck swelled, her pulse actually visible as her flesh strained around the animal. Inch by inch and with Mac's assistance, the deer slithered down inside Pethle's eager body. The sleeping drug worked well; the animal remained unconscious while she continued to fill the cattaur's mouth, throat, and just then her elastic belly. She gulped, drawing the haunches inside her. Soon only the hindlegs showed, and Pethle waved at the stimulant. Worried, Mac carefully injected the doe's leg with the drug. Slowly and feebly, it started to wriggle inside Pethle, then with increasing strength as it realized its peril. Smiling in ecstasy, the alien gulped once more, her throat muscles and gravity taking over.

     Soon the meal was fully enclosed in her gut, and Mac wrapped his arms around what girth he could as wild spasms and rocking shook his patient. Pethle moaned in pleasure at all the activity within, and sighed gently when it slowed, then subsided, the doe submitting to her gentle digestive oozes and joining the three other creatures that had suffocated in her gut. Gingerly, she got to her paws and allowed Mac to support her as they crossed the 'campus'. All the way there, her tummy gurgled and churrred happily to itself, while Mac tried to shift his uncomfortably-stretched pants around. Stumbling in through the cabin door, Mac guided Pethle to the cot. She smiled, gently lowering herself to the thickly-blanketed bed. Mac watched with wide, hungry eyes as Pethle's stomach spread out beneath her on the cot.

      "How do you feel?" The nurse queried, a concerned look on his face as he stroked her sides in disbelief.

      "I feel wonderful, Machiavellian. But a cuddle would be therapeutic..." Pethle grinned, turning on her side to gather him to her with four paws. He moaned quietly as he was pressed against the rippling stomach, half of him wanting this more than anything, the other half screaming protests.

      "Don't worry, I don't want to consummate our relationship just yet. Tread carefully around matters such as these..." She murmured, letting the human up.

      "I'm not sure I can control myself now...I'm getting some air." Mac croaked, and quietly stepped out. Pethle sighed in satiation, resting on her plump flank to digest.

      "Oh Mac... I hope you get your feelings sorted out soon. Having a twitchy stomach excites me just as much as you, I think." Purrrrrrrring, Pethle closed her eyes to slits. The blinds admitted bars of sunlight to stripe her soft flanks. A happy sigh followed the first...

 

      'What can I do? I want her so much...but I also want to know her better. Mating without a relationship is never wise...just causes pain. And what if... It could just be that she... Maybe she doesn't feel the way about me I do about her!' Mac mumbled mentally, and decided to visit Treeva and check up on her fractures. He consulted a public information terminal for directions to her cabin, and trudged the mile or so along the sand-sprinkled road. Treeva spotted him on the monitor, and came to the door before he could knock.

      "Nurse Guyver, how are you? Please, come in." She said happily, directing him to a plush armchair. Sinking into it gratefully, he looked up at the 'taur with eyes full of torment.

      "I don't know what to do, Treeva. I love Peth, really I do. But I'm not sure her affection for me isn't just because of my caring for her while she was ill! I don't even know if she's capable of loving me...I don't know how your kind handles emotions." His voice was cracked, eyes glistening as he spoke. Treeva settled to the floor by his chair, resting a gentle handpaw on his leg.

      "We are indeed capable of love, perhaps on a deeper level than you realize. Most 'taur love is different from what we give humans though, because most species we mate with and consume won't remember us later. Some are having trouble accepting the fact, and if Pethle is one of those, you just need to make sure she understands you'll always be there for her." Her tone was gentle, but firm.

      "You think so? Well, thanks! This, this is wonderful..." He blurted, tears of relief running down his shadowed cheeks. His comforter licked him once, and sent him on his way. She watched him bounce down the path with that ungainly gait humans possess, a new spring in his step.

 

II

 

      Watching Mac, Treeva felt saddened and jealous.  'Still looking for a mate, hmm felineoid? Better get cracking... maybe someone at the pool will catch my eye.' She thought, dreams resolving into a plan as she searched for and found a towel, then fairly galloped to the pool. Late afternoon, the place should've been packed. Her soft pads across the damp tiles in the enclosed space made no sound, but still seemed to echo the emptiness of the place. The confusing echoes made distinguishing sounds hard, so she was startled to feel a hand on her shoulder.

      "Can I help you, Clev? The pool's closed today for cleaning." She turned to see the lifeguard whom they had laughed at earlier when he slipped, bright blue eyes twinkling into her own green ones.

      "Oh, I see. I just wanted some company, really..." The cattaur mumbled, turning to leave. Smiling, the human followed her out of the pool building.

      "You've found some then, Clev. The cleaning is automated, and I'd appreciate a break from that damp tomb." He chuckled, keeping pace with the felineoid.

      "Really? I appreciate it, Mr..." She faltered, he smiled again and pointed to his name tag. "Cooper. Now...where's a good place to sunbathe?" Cooper thought a moment, and took up a loping run waving for her to follow.

      "Over here, a nice bit of shoreline with a restaurant overlooking the surf. Great spot, nice food too! Even for your tastes..." The man's infectious grin spread to Treeva, and she followed his run for a few minutes to the beach. The human was right, it was a charming spot. A large wooden deck extended from the restaurant's rear onto the sand, affording a lovely view of the water. Soft music played, piped in from the interior to the deck. A few birds cried, wheeling far above as they searched for scraps.

      "My, this is nice sir. Come here often?" Treeva murred, eyes sweeping the scene.

      "Please, call me Jon. Actually, I've only been here once. My guest then was far less attractive though." This time he managed a straight face, while Treeva's forehead-crystal turned a light shade of pink. There were seats for many species on the deck; the pair found some appropriate ones near the railing and ordered drinks.

      "How long have you been at the camp, Jon? I don't remember seeing your name on the human personnel lists we reviewed." Treeva murmured, idly watching the lake's water lap at the pale sand.

      "Only a week in fact. That explains why I wasn't on the list, as well as the fact I wasn't interested in mating with aliens." He chuckled at the look on her face and added, "That was before I saw the aliens, though." Jon laughed, and clinked his glass against hers. She smiled uncertainly, and downed the fruit juice.

      "What is it specifically you like about us, Jon?" She asked, peeking over her glass almost shyly. Resting his chin on his bronzed hands, the handsome human pretended to scan her carefully.

      "I love the fur, always did like soft things. Your eyes are...captivating, and you're so graceful. But then, I was supposed to make a generalization." Jon grinned, sipping his drink.

      "Aww, I don't mind a bit. I'm actually a bit clumsy as far as my kind goes. And nearsighted," she squinted, making them both laugh. A tall, middle-aged Italian waiter stepped up to them, and both recited their meal choices from the extensive menu.

      "All right gentle beings, I'll return in a few moment with your order." He dipped his head, and retreated to the kitchen. Treeva gazed on the lifeguard, paws absently twisting the tablecloth out of his sight. She kept asking herself why she was so nervous...

      "So, what do you think of our feeding and reproductive habits?" Treeva smiled, remembering the brief unreadable look that crossed his face when she stated her order.

      "I accept the fact that you're different, but don't particularly enjoy seeing live creatures swallowed whole. I almost up and left the first time I saw a cattaur eat... But someone explained to me how mostly painless it is for your prey. So it doesn't much bother me, now. As far as your procreation...I really can't imagine doing it at this stage but I'm told once a relationship is cemented, that changes." Jon tried to make it sound like he could've paired with another Felineoid, but Treeva detected variations in his tone that told her he spoke of her...A silence left both in pleasant contemplation, making eye contact frequently, as well as looking out over the lake. Their waiter returned, pushing a steel cart shrouded in linen. A coyote lay on the top shelf, pelt looking clean and brushed. It was docile, probably induced by drugs. He looked passively at Treeva, tongue lolling out slightly in the heat radiating off the sand below. Jon's plate of spaghetti and meatballs was produced from the lower shelf, and he dug in with gusto. Another white uniformed attendant joined them, wrapping his arms around the canine and pointing the furry head at Treeva. Smiling a bit sadly as Jon made no move to help her, she parted her jaws and accepted the muzzle the man slid into hers. The attendant kept up a steady, slow pace, the predator stretching her elastic neck and mouth to accept the gently wriggling meal. A whimper sounded from her maw before the coyote's head slid into her tight throat. Jon paused in his eating to watch, twirling his pasta absently as the shoulders entered Treev's mouth. He could see the bulges as the animal struggled pitifully, the activity dropping lower and lower. Soon it was quite muffled, and the shape began to slip into her 'taur portion. By now the animal's belly was firmly gripped by the alien's lips, the angry red cock raging as the canine suffered from oxygen deprivation. It bumped her lips before slipping in as well, and the employee shoved harder. Slim hindlegs kicked, stronger now as he fought the drugs, before slipping inside Treeva. Treeva swallowed loudly enough to make Jon giggle around a meatball, her neck jiggling around its thick, kicking contents. Another mighty gulp, and her flanks bulged outward. She sighed, and licked her lips, stomach already gurgling around the massive, wriggling ball of flesh and fur within.

      "Ohhh, that should hold me for three days at least..." She giggled, drinking a tall glass of water the waiter offered. Jon smiled, and munched on the last few bits of his meal.

      "Indeed...would you like to sleep it off at my place? I think it's closer than yours..." He offered, paying the bill and taking her handpaw. Treeva nodded, and heavily got to her paws to follow him. A few minutes walk down the sandy road found them before a small house, tastefully done in white and black. He let them in, and indicated a large cot in the den. Seeing her look, he smiled.

      "I made preparations, should any felineoid care to spend the night. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be in the next room." Before she could protest and demand that he cuddle with her, he vanished into the shadows. Outside the sun was dipping just above the horizon, and her eyes fluttered in meat-induced drowsiness. She began to purrrrr, and gently drifted off to sleep.

 

      "Doctor, have you seen Treeva around?" Stripple asked, meeting the tall, bony alien in the clinic's hall. He shook his head, sighing.

      "No, I was just about to consult with the office to trace her translator implant. I can't imagine where she would've gone though..." Stripple nodded, and set off for the administration building. He explained the situation to a human clerk, who called up the tracker on his screen.

      "Oh, she's in a small house near the beach, registered in the name of... Jon Cooper. He works at the pool as a lifeguard..." The man looked up to see Stripple's purple/gold eyes widen in surprise.

      "Thank you, I'm going to check things out over there. She may have gotten injured again, those bones aren't quite finished knitting." The concerned felineoid bounded out the door, and within minutes skidded to a halt before the small black and white house. He raised a paw and rapped it sharply on the door.

      "Treeva? Mr. Cooper?" He called, but no answer was forthcoming. Then his sharp ears detected a muffled cry, that was abruptly cut off. He hesitated a moment, then ran to the communications alcove across the road. Dialing his cabin, he urged Janine to pick up.

      "Stripple?" She asked, sounding worried.

      "Janine, come quickly. I know you have your gun; bring it along. I'm on the road to the pool, hurry!" A quick acknowledgment, and she terminated the connection. Five minutes later she arrived, panting and a delicate shade of red. Stripple patted her on the back, but she refused any help. Slowly, she straightened up, green eyes flashing with terror and excitement as she pulled her weapon from inside the vest she wore. Stripple bounded at the door, leaping up, and smashed into it with his four forward paws. A normal door would've buckled under the attack, this one merely shuddered. The furry alien looked shocked, and rubbed his jarred limbs.

      "Step back." The human muttered, and discharged a round into the lock. The door swung open, obviously reinforced with steel. A tall, naked human stood across from the pair, a long black iron brand in his bronzed hands. His eyes bulged when he saw the snub-nosed gun, but it was Stripple, in a blur of motion, that knocked him to the floor. Janine was sobbing at the sight of Treeva, bound in heavy steel chains and spread across a hard wooden table. Various instruments invaded her body, and her jaws were plugged with some kind of resilient gel. Gray tears ran down her cheeks, whiplashes oozing pale, pink blood into her ragged, singed and patchy fur. Jon had fainted from fright, and Stripple raised a taloned paw to dispatch him.

      "No, don't Stripple. That would be too good for him..." His human friend ripped the keys from a chain around Jon's naked waist, and unbound Treeva. She left the invasive instruments, not sure how to remove them safely. Sobbing, she ran out to call the doctor.

 

      Stripple and Janine looked up from their seats in the waiting room of the clinic, as the bony doctor steeped in. He considered a moment his words, peeling off blood-stained examination gloves.

      "She'll be fine physically in a few weeks. There was some internal damage, bleeding, and lacerations. One of her breasts will no longer function as a nursing organ, damaged beyond repair. Cloning procedures won't help, that particular tissue is impossible to recreate, mature." The two mourning friends listened to the doctor's diagnosis in silence, already spent of all tears. Trying to cheer them up a bit, the doc introduced them to the new nurse.

      "This is Sitella, a human female who volunteered to nurse here after that wretch Mac ran off with Pethle..." A grimace crossed his flat green face, while Sitella shook both beings' paws. She was an attractive woman, African and quite tall. Her voice was musical and low, movements graceful and fluid as a feline.

      "Don't worry about your friend, you two. I'll take excellent care of her. She'll have to undergo counseling.. I hoped one of you would help out with that." She whispered, patting Stripple's head and Janine's shoulder. The cattaur and human nodded numbly. Apparently excused, the two friends stepped out of the cool clinic and into the fading heat of dusk. In silence, they walked back to their cabin. On their separate cots, both beings wept dryly far into the night.

 

III

 

      Pethle purrrrred good morning to Mac as he woke up in her arms, his softly robed body arching against her as he stretched.

      "What would you like to do today, Peth? Feel up to some breakfast?" They laughed aloud at that, the new flesh on the cattaur jiggling in mirth. The human led her to the shower stall, and shampooed her gorgeous pelt while soaping himself. For the first time Pethle studied Mac's anatomy, not touching, but looking as if she wanted to. He blushed at her attention, hiding behind her rump as he scrubbed her. Pethle grinned, wrapping her soggy tail about his waist. After some more semi-innocent fun in the shower, Mac toweled both of them off and led the felineoid to the mess hall. Both noticed the pleasantly cool air, such a wonderful change after the heat that had become oppressive in the last two months. Frederic was there, and introductions were made as Mac considered the menu.

      "I'm just dropping by to put in Solorna's shopping list. This hall really isn't built to accommodate my lover..." Fred purred, grinning widely. Mac had already met Solorna when physicals were done at the clinic, but Fred had been examined by some other nurse. He smiled at the customary lick, and gingerly scruffled the legendary alien's headfur.

      "Why don't you come over for breakfast? I'm sure Solorna would enjoy company. She's such a showboat." Fred and Guyver giggled at the quite apt description of the huge 'taur, and the trio set off in a large truck stocked with food capsules. Pethle was surprised to see so much human fare among the animals, and asked the sunrise-pelted Frederic about it.

      "I spoiled her while she was here; now she demands human food to supplement her steady diet of woodland creatures. I feed her each kind, though we both enjoy the critters more..." He replied, smiling dreamily and almost missing the turn to the cabin. Inside Solorna struggled to her paws and embraced both guests, licking happily at her mate. Pethle was obviously stunned to see so much flesh: a veritable rippling tide of fur-sheathed fat. Mac led her to the huge 'taur's side and nestled against it with Fred on the other side.

      "I heard you tried the deer at the mess hall, Pethle. How was it?" Her grin was sly, and Mac wondered how many deer had vanished into that supersoft gut.

      "Very satisfying. I wish it had remained conscious longer though." She purred, stroking a snowy paw in disbelief over the wall of flesh. Solorna chuckled, and her belly rumbled from behind muffling layers of flesh.

      "Ready to eat, love? How does rabbit sound?" Frederic got to his paws, and padded out to the truck. Solorna purrred her approval, snuggling the two guests against her obese flanks. Pethle's eyes grew wider with each bundle of bunny capsules Fred carted in, breathing heavily when two-dozen littered the floor.

      "Well, there're yours Solorna. What do you two want?" Fred asked, tail swishing in amusement. Mac, of course, had heard all about this pair's eating habits and wasn't at all shocked.

      "Uh, I'll have half what she's having." She mumbled, still staring at all the critters. Fred smiled and brought in another twelve capsules. When he looked at Mac, he shook his head.

      "Why don't we feed our females first, before getting out our breakfast?" He asked, nuzzling Pethle's cheek.

      "Sounds like a plan. Open up, you two..." Fred smiled, picking a rabbit from its capsule and squeezing his torso between Solorna's four tremendous, flowing breasts.

 

      Prince Snow Flop woke up slowly as a soft paw grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and raised him from the warm capsule bedding. What he saw made no sense! It looked like a cat head grafted onto a mattress. But it was so pretty and soft looking, he had no objection to getting closer to it. Then the kitty head parted its jaws, and a smooth pink tongue lolled out to stroke his body. Snow Flop shivered, wondering what was going on here. The paw holding him shoved his rear up and into the gaping maw, sliding the rest of him into the sweltering mouth. The soft wet warmth felt good, but then he realized this might be an actual creature trying to eat him...but the point became moot when the fanged jaws closed behind him, sealing the rabbit prince inside the cat's head. He squeaked in half terror, half pleasure as the slick smooth tongue pinned him against the roof of the beast's mouth, giving him a wet body-massage. Mentally he fought against his desire to remain with this wonderful caress, and beat at the insides of the mouth with his powerful hindpaws. This action pushed him toward the back of the beast's throat, his head slipping inside and sealing his fate. A powerful muscular stroking squeezed the rest of his furry body into the slick tunnel, and followed him down all the way. A loose sphincter gulped him inside the elastic chamber, where he plopped into a puddle of tingling fluid. Wildly now as he knows this tingling will grow stronger, Snow Flop kicked and wriggled, eliciting the strangest sounds from the belly's owner...

 

      Solorna licked her lips while Stripple stroked her flanks, both purrring loudly. Pethle had finished her first bunny about the same time Solorna had began moaning, and now both parted their jaws for another as the struggles inside their warm bodies subsided.

      "If you want to keep them alive longer, honey, just swallow some air. Digesting them is a painless process for the most part, don't worry about causing them undue pain." Solorna purred, filling her own belly partway with air. Pethle nodded somewhat indignantly, she had learned all that when she came of age. Solorna saw the look.

      "Oh, sorry dear. I'm just so used to instructing Frederic here how to use his new body...it became second nature." Everyone grinned, and Pethle slurped Mac to speed her feeding. Three minutes later two more capsules rocked on the floor, empty. Both 'taurs swallowed air, and the mass inside their tummies was still wriggling when the next bunny slid between their lips. As each alien's body continued to swell, (Pethle's growth being much more visible) they fed faster and faster. Fred was obviously excited, though no physical evidence testified to it. Mac, on the other hand, was deeply concerned for his pants' integrity! Soon a rabbit a minute was struggling down each female's throat, and when Peth's bunnies gave out Mac fed her fruit and cheese. At last every capsule was bare, the plastic objects littered the floor. Fred cuddled partially under a roll of his lover, and the looks they exchanged led the visiting couple to realize they should be left to themselves a while. Solorna made token complaints of their departure, while Fred made some kind of sound muffled by the thick rippling flesh over his head.

      "I, *uuuuuuurp* look forward to our next shared meal, Solorna, Frederic." Mac called for a tram that Solorna often used for long trips, as Peth didn't much feel up to walking. All the way home Mac watched his companion's belly twitch, as the furry mass of live food writhed inside. At least some were still alive or conscious later when the felineoid settled onto her cot, belly bulging out across the mattress as she lay on her side. Mac changed for bed, then groaned as he pressed his body against her gurgling gut. She moaned in turn, body in a constant state of arousal and ecstasy from the activity inside her and the human's tender caress.

      "Are we...ready for this yet Mac? I want it, and I know you do, but how will it change things between us?" She gasped, holding the human with her shivering handpaws. Mac squirmed out of her grasp, flashing her a reassuring smile. He conformed his body to her bulging belly, head between her hindlegs. Feeling the warm, naked face nuzzling through the fur, Pethle realized what he planned. She settled back, purrrring as her sheath slowly extended. Mac wasn't surprised at this, being responsible for the physical exams had acquainted him with the cattaur's anatomy. Smiling, he stroked his tongue against the smooth pink flesh, eliciting a shiver from his love. She shifted her body, and inserted herself into his warm mouth. Moaning, the human swallowed the thick sheath into his gullet, throat muscles squeezing it. Thick, musky lubricant flowed from the organ, the scent exciting both lovers further.

      "Ohhh, Mac. This is wonderful....are you comfortable with it though?" Pethle moaned, pressing her furred belly against his. He responded by doubling his suction, infinitely tender hands stroking her gurgling gut. Sexual tension, held in for months now exploded from the felineoid's body, more thick honey spurting into Mac's belly as waves of orgasm wracked her body. The shuddering human swallowed reflexively, milking her organ for more and getting it. At last, Peth's pleasure swung down from the heights, and she slipped out of her lover's throat. Breathing deeply, lips wet with slick love-secretions, Mac climbed atop his alien lover's body, whispering in her ear.

      "Was I okay? Did I do anything wrong? How do you feel?" Pethle turned her head, engaging him in a deep, satisfying kiss that answered all his questions. Mac's own erection had faltered, satisfied for now with sating Pethle's desire. Gently stroking each other, the pair fell asleep.

 

      "Clev Treeva? I've brought your meal." Sitella said quietly, carrying two rabbit capsules into the recovering alien's room. Treeva made no indication she detected the tall human's presence, staring blankly as she reclined on the cot. Sighing, the nurse deposited the animals beside the cot and took a chair by the door.

      "I don't pretend to know how you feel, after what that man did to you. But you're only completing your defeat by retreating like this." Sitella was almost pleading, dark eyes soft with compassion. Treeva slowly turned her head, cat-eyes pinning the woman in a glare.

      "Leave me, human. I want nothing to do with your kind...capable of such an atrocity." Her voice was of thunder, growling and unmodulated. Nodding, the dark woman's eyes trickled in sorrow.

      "I can't tell you this is the first time a human male has done this...and it won't be the last. That you were exposed to it is...unforgivable. Please though, understand we aren't all like that..." Leaving her charge to think things over, the nurse left to tend to her other duties. Now alone, Treeva rolled this over in her mind. She hadn't seen a man since the incident, and never wanted to. The only reason she tolerated the nurse was the simple reason she didn't look like a human she'd met. Listless, she poked at the food Sitella had brought, and eventually summoned enough strength to eat one of the animals. The wriggling mass in her belly did little to comfort her, and she lay awake, wishing to die.

 

IV

 

      Janine was curled against Stripple on the cot, both lying awake late at night. After dropping Treeva off at the clinic, the pair had escorted Jon to the office, where he was incarcerated to await judgment.

      "I hope you know Stripple, that not all humans are like that perverted man..." Janine whispered, cuddling the 'taur like a stuffed animal. Silently, Stripple nodded.

      "I know. Out of the humans I've seen, he was a severe aberration... and hopefully a rare one at that." Janine wriggled a bit against him, then moved her head around to look into his purple eyes.

      "Would you mind if I slept with you tonight? I'd like someone to cuddle...and I've grown fond of you..." She murmured, stroking the alien's silky cheek. He smiled gently, and licked her nose.

      "Sure..." He whispered, but Janine was already asleep. Sighing, he curled warmly around the frail human and nuzzled into her neck.  'I too have become fond of you, dear...' He thought, caressing Janine the rest of the night. The morning came too soon, wan light filtering into the small room to strike Janine's fair face. Seeing her eyelids flicker, Stripple licked her cheek softly.

      "Sleep well?"

      "As well as can be expected..." She yawned, and hugged her big, animate plushie before padding off to shower. To her surprise, Stripple followed her into the bathroom and readied the water and toiletries.

      "What are you doing, kitty?" She giggled, as he stepped into the tub and was soaked within seconds.

      "I thought we'd shower together this morning...get to know each other better." Stripple purrred, smiling gently. Janine shrugged, and tentatively skinned out of her clothes before joining him in the tub. There was barely enough room for both, her firm stomach was pressed against the felineoid's wet flank. She grabbed up a brush, shampooed it and began scrubbing her friend's coat. He growled in pleasure, back arching under the stiff bristles. Carefully, he stole glances at Janine's naked form, astonished by the lustful feelings rising within him. If she noticed his looks, she made no sign of it, scrubbing his big body briskly.

      "Your turn, Stripple..." She said after a few minutes, smilingly handing him the brush. He was gentler than the human had been, soft paws soaping her lithe body then sponging her off with a loufa. She watched the alien as he touched her, more curiosity in her look than anything else. At last he finished, and the two took turns under the shower head to rinse. Janine toweled both of them off with the huge terrycloth jobs provided, and dressed.

      "Like to do this from now on? Probably save water..." She told him, a sparkle in her green eyes. Stripple nodded, partially hiding a broad grin that exposed his fangs. A visit to the mess hall left his appetite sated, and Janine comfortably full of bagels and cream cheese. Stripple had eaten a couple bagels as well, just for the novelty. Afterwards, the 'taur filed the appropriate reports about Treeva's rape, then escorted his human to the beach.

      "I don't feel like swimming, could we just sunbathe today?" Janine pleaded, tugging her kitty to a nice warm patch of sand. The pair napped on the beach, waking only when another couple joined them, Pethle and Mac. Stripple was shocked to see how Peth had filled out, the previously sturdy cattaur was now decidedly plump. Even that may have been too mild a description, for her belly hung halfway down her paws. Her neck had swollen, her snowy flanks were resilient to the point of nearly engulfing Mac's shoulders as he leaned against her. Both seemed very happy with Peth's condition, even if the weight increase somewhat hindered her natural grace. Around noon, the other couple left to eat, (exchanging a wink when food was mentioned) and the woman and cattaur were left alone once more. Tired of the hot sand, Janine climbed atop Stripple's back, sitting astride him and sifting his thick fur.

      "I've been meaning to tell you Stripple...I think I might be interested in participating in this project your species has undertaken." Her voice was quiet, a bit hesitant.

      "Which part, friend? Helping here at the base, or acquainting felineoids with humans on my home world?" He queried, trying to swivel his head back to face her. He caught her shy smile, and felt her lie on his back, wrapping her arms around his vertical torso.

      "Actually, I was thinking about the mating..." She mumbled into his neck, scritching his stomach. Shocked at this, but delighted inwardly, he tried again to face her.

      "What?! Really? You know no pregnancy could come of it? I can't reshape you and give birth like the females do..." He shook his head, this was hard for him to believe. She nodded against him, hands straying up to caress the bulky pectorals under the white fur.

      "You're such a beautiful species...I think I would've gone with a female 'taur if you hadn't found me first. And you really seem to like me..." Stripple sucked in a breath at the feel of her slim fingers caressing him, reaching a paw up to stroke her smooth, olive tanned arm.

      "But there's something you should know first...I...am a druggie." She said it quickly, wanting to get it out before she lot her nerve again. Stripple looked blank, even from behind.

      "It means I'm addicted to a chemical substance...I've been swallowing pills since I was fourteen. Here, I've been using less...probably since you're such a distraction." Janine grinned weakly, burying her face in his thick back fur.

      "Addicted? You can't live without it? Is it...dangerous, these chemicals?" Stripple was worried about his friend...and was prepared to ship her to the clinic at a moment's notice.

      "Yeah, everyone tells me they are. My liver's probably a wreck..." The human shrugged, and that was enough to make Stripple rise to his paws and bound off to see the Doctor with Janine bouncing on his back. Despite her protests, he led her inside the blocky structure and to the staff Head's office. Stripple explained, and Janine was examined with various medical equipment.

      "Well, you're lucky. Your liver is quite far gone...another few months and it would've failed. But we can clone you a replacement, and supply you with an enzyme that will eradicate your addiction." The bony creature explained, pointing out flaws in her organs as shown on a monitor. Janine was crying, tears of relief and joy streaking her finely-boned cheeks.

      "It will be such a relief to stop this...it felt so good at first, but I had to take more and more just to feel normal..." Stripple gathered the tortured human up in his arms, cuddling and kissing her. A few hours later, the new liver was in place and a tiny machine on Janine's neck dripped chemicals into her bloodstream.

      "Stripple, Janine, would you check on Treeva with me? She isn't improving..." Sitella whispered, approaching the pair. Their smiles faded, and the trio filed into the darkened room where the recovering victim was staying.

      "Oh, Hi Stripple. Thanks for helping me out..." Treeva murmured, ignoring the two human women in the room. The male felineoid strode to her bedside, and licked her gently.

      "Janine has asked to be my mate.." He told her, putting his arm around Janine and bringing her forward. With a visible effort, Treeva nodded at the human.

     "Good for you, Janine. I tried for him too...he dumped me faster than a load of...well...I won't bring the past into this." She smiled slightly, and turned back to the nurse.

     "Nurse Sitella, would you get me something to eat, if you don't mind?" Her tone was harsh, but not as full of hate as it had been the day before. Sitella nodded, and walked away to fetch a capsule from the cafeteria. Stripple asked Janine to leave them alone for a few minutes, and she complied happily enough.

     "Treeva...there was nobody else I was seeing like you thought...I can't preform sexually." He spoke with confidence, having come to accept the fact. Treeva shook her head, not believing it.

     "Show me. If you can stand there and tell me now, you could've told me then..." Stripple grimaced uncomfortably, and stepped up on the cot over Treeva's reclining form. She ran a paw through the fur over his groin, then probed his sheath. Stripple's eyes were closed, and he purrrred, but there was no response from his genitals. Leaning back, Treeva felt awful.

      "I wish you had told me...I could've used your company if not your body..." She sighed, and Stripple leaped back onto the floor. Sitella peeked in with a couple capsules in her arms, and entered with Janine on her heels.

      "Thanks, dear." The invalid murmured, and took the capsules.

      "I'll leave you be, Treeva. Let's go Janine, there're a few things I've got to tell you..." Stripple took Janine's hand softly and padded out. Clev Treeva watched them go, opening a capsule.

      "Here, let me do it Treev." Sitella said, and split the pod open for her. A mink of some type uncurled and gazed sleepily up at the felineoid. When her patient made no move toward the food, the dark nurse scooped up the critter with gloves padded for the purpose, and bumped its nose against Treeva's.

      "Mmph, I can eat..." she protested, stretching her mouth around the animal's head and shoulders. Sittela smiled, sliding the mink past her lips and down her throat.

      "I wanted to see what it's like, feeding a 'taur..." She explained, scritching Treeva's furry skull with her neatly trimmed fingernails. The alien recoiled from the touch for a second, then reluctantly relented to it. Eagerly, she used her tongue to drag more wriggling meat into her jaws and swallowed the portion in her throat. The nurse watched with interest as the bulge in Treeva's neck became more pronounced, and glanced back up just in time to see the hindpaws slip inside the salivating jaws of the predator. Involuntarily, Treeva purrrred around the struggling mass in her gullet, stroking her neck to ease its progress. Sitella gently moved the Clev's paws and took over that duty as well, and soon the mink was safely incarcerated in the alien's belly. Treeva swallowed some air to keep it alive a while longer, and glanced wistfully at the other capsule.

      "I've got to tend to some other patients, why don't you wait until I can feed you before opening the other? We need to talk some more..." Sitella whispered, and stepped smartly out of the room. Shrugging, the cattaur stretched out again on the cot and rubbed her twitching belly. It was always more fun when someone else fed you...

 

      Janine snuggled into Stripple's bellyfur, scritching his vertical torso.  "So...you're impotent? I've never met anyone like that..." She mumbled, face buried in the white fur. Stripple shrugged.

      "Not a unique condition, but rare enough to be a source of embarrassment. I wouldn't mind if you tested the fact..." He smiled, tail arching backwards to brush along her back. Janine looked up at him curiously, then reached down to the lush groin area. Exploring deftly with her slim fingers, she found a warm recess. Smiling to herself, she slipped her hand inside. Stripple moaned gently, closing his eyes.

      "Your species has a sheath?" She asked, exploring the moist insides of Stripple's sex. He nodded.

      "Almost identical to the female's...but ours is thicker while their's is deeper." Lustful thoughts danced teasingly through Stripple's mind, none of them feasible with his failing body. Considering, Janine spread her fingers inside the sheath, and tugged. Stripple yelped as his sheath popped out, limp and light pink.

      "No phallus...just a sheath? Hmm, whatever works..." She grinned, rolling the sheath between her palms. All the male's nerves seemed to be on fire, his paws twitched feebly as his human caressed him.

      "I can...*gasp* feel that fine...but I can't physically, harden." He pulled her down close to his chest, sheath slipping from her hands to nestle between Janine's denim jeans and his belly.

      "Well, let me see what fun we can have...maybe even if you can't harden, you can orgasm." Her voice was playful and optimistic, as she wriggled out of her jeans and shirt. Sitting high on Stripple's belly, she stretched out the band of her underwear.

      "Like to see what we humans have?" Stripple grinned, and slid her panties off carefully. Nuzzling against her black pubic patch, he breathed upon her netherlips and looked carefully. To speed her possible mate's education along, she reached down and spread herself. The scent rising from between her legs was intoxicating to the alien, and he lapped gently at the slick flesh. Janine moaned lightly, pressing against him.

      "Now stop that...this is about you too." She managed to get out, and reluctantly pulled her pussy away from his smooth tongue. Panting, he smiled, lifted her up, and rotated her body to face his flaccid sheath. She crawled over to it, and took it between her hands again. Tender and affectionate, she ran her tongue over the gaping rim of the fleshy tube. A halting, ecstatic purrrr told the human he enjoyed this, but the purr became a gasp of shock and pleasure as she stuffed the soft tube deep within her sex. Sitting upon it, her inner muscles squeezed him while she grinned at his nearly paralyzed condition. Both their eyes grew wide as his member swelled, stiffening inside her.

      "How...?" Was all he got out before the look on the human's face told her she was starting to hurt. Quickly, he exerted some control over the expansion and brought it to a comfortable size. Janine gasped and rose off his sheath, letting four inches of its glistening length slip into the cool air before impaling herself on it again. This being the first time, Stripple lasted only four more thrusts before spilling insider his lover. A loud gurgle was followed by a rush of thick ooze that slid far up into Janine's loins, the tingling feel of the stuff bringing a short cry to her lips before she pumped faster than ever. Every pump squeezed more liquid out of Stripple, soon she was squishing into a puddle of it on every downstroke. Finally her body shook with orgasm, and she buried her face in Stripple's fur. The felineoid's sheath retreated quickly back into it's pocket, pulling from inside the human's sex. They lay together, panting for a few long moments, basking in the warmth washing through their minds and bodies.

      "Thank you, and not just for the pleasure..." He purrred, lifting her off the puddle on his belly, and cleaning her off with his smooth tongue. Janine sighed happily, stroking Stripple's head.

      "I don't understand why you reacted only with me...but I'm certainly glad you did." Stripple nodded vigorously, then carried Janine to the shower.

 

V

 

      Pethle woke up at noon, wondering idly what day it was. It hardly seemed to matter anymore... A rustling beside her reminded the obese cattaur of Mac's presence, and she cuddled him to her four breasts. Groggy after a long sleep, the human's eyes remained closed while he snuggled into Peth's cleavage.

      "Sleep well, love?" She purrred, tousling his thick hair affectionately while he nuzzled her. A muffled reply assured her he had, and he drew his head from her warm embrace to lick one of her nipples. Her purrrr became ragged, and she restrained herself from mashing his face and magic tongue against her nub. Gently, Mac took it into his mouth and applied suction, only mildly surprised to get a thick, sweet fluid for his trouble. There was a copious amount, the nectar slid down his throat quickly as he coaxed it from her furry globe. Pethle's voice was breathy as she moaned and told him how nice this felt, tail slamming against the wall in pleasure. Finally Mac grew full, and let the flow ebb to a trickle and then nothing.

      "Sorry sweet, I can't hold any more..." He murmured, and engaged her in a deep kiss. She tasted her own 'milk' as his tongue caressed hers, and heat seemed to build between them. Before the lovers could go any further, Pethle's gut let loose with a mighty peal of thunder and persuaded the human that Peth should be fed first.

      "Wait here, I'll fetch some choice items from the mess. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it..." A last quick nuzzle and swat on his rear propelled Mac to the hall. The menu listed the mink, otter and turkey as the day's specials. Shrugging with a smile, he chose three of each and loaded the capsules onto a rolling cart. After checking out the cart with the supervisor, he wheeled the meal to his cabin. Eagerly, Pethle looked into each capsule at the dozing creatures within.

      "Mmmmm, these look wonderful. Feed me, Nurse Guyver!" She grinned and spread her lips, light gleaming off the fangs lining her amber-hued gums. Mac shivered in anticipation, opening the capsule of one of the otters. It seemed playful, wriggling in the human's gloved grasp and chrrring happily. The cattaur rippled softly as she leaned forward, long, smooth pink tongue reaching for the brown-furred tidbit. Quickly, Machiavellian thrust the playful animal into the warm, moist cavern of Pethle's mouth. Unsettled now, it scrabbled at the yielding tissue around it. Used to greater resistance than earth creatures offered, the insides of her maw only bulged from the otter's struggles. Bathrobe barely concealing his erection, Mac shoved the squirming meal down the felineoid's slick gullet. A powerful gulp pulled the soft pelted food deep inside her, head glaring reproachfully at the human before Peth sealed it in with her lips. They both stroked her furry throat as she swallowed, and soon the bulk slipped into her soft, engulfing belly. Tenderly, Mac stroked her thickly-lined stomach to feel the activity within, delighted to note it was strong.

      "Otters are adapted to water, so it makes sense they would last longer...who's next?" Both turned their attention back to the capsules. The remaining otters cowered in terror after observing their comrade's demise, while the others seemed unaffected.

      "Try the feathered one...I've never had an avian." Pethle giggled, pointing to the plumpest of the three. Mac raised the bird to her mouth, and she snapped forward. The bulk and feathers stretched her maw, drool running from her lips and soaking the turkey. Mac stroked her neck to ease the passage, and soon the turkey too was nestled in her gut. Several of it's bones had been broken however, and it didn't last long. After another, longer cuddle, the next capsule was rolled out. The remaining seven animals ended up inside the 'taur, making her belly writhe and twitch. Of its own accord, Pethle's sheath emerged and stroked Mac's leg softly. He groaned, his own arousal slipping out of the robe to press against Peth's silky bellyfur.

      "Are we ready, love?" He managed to ask, hands urgently roaming over the wobbling stomach pressed against him.

      "Let's find out..." She purrred in his ear, and shifted her sheath over to his groin. A spurt of thick sex-honey slicked him down before the warm fleshy tube enveloped the human's shaft. Moaning in unison, the two bucked against each other in passion....the couple's love was consummated.

 

      "Sitella? Would you send someone in to groom me? I feel matted and scruffy..." Treeva stated, reclining in bed after another 'counseling' session with the tall African nurse. She smiled, and produced a brush and comb kit from a nearby closet.

      "Why don't I do it? I admit my experience with grooming was with horses, goats and one cranky old cow, but I should be able to do an admirable job." Brandishing the first brush, she approached the bedside. The Clev was about to protest, but thought better of it and presented what she felt to be the worst area to her care giver. Sitella stroked the brush across the silky brown fur with deft precise movements. Treeva shifted nervously, loving the sensation but uncomfortable with the administer of them. Secretly, Treeva was pleased to see that humans could be this gentle, and eventually showed her appreciation of the grooming by purrrrring very quietly under Sitella's hand. The nurse smiled, directing the cattaur to turn this way or that to get at other trouble spots. Soon the alien's dark chocolate-hued pelt shone silkily, and was pure heaven to touch. As the tall dark nurse packed up the brushes and combs, Treeva spoke up.

      "Thanks, Sitella...could you come feed me later?" She asked, eyes downcast so the human couldn't see the hope shining in them.

      "Sure, I'll be back as soon as my other patients are taken care of. Relax, watch some TV Soon you'll be on your paws again, free to go where you want. In fact, I'd like to take you to the beach tomorrow..." Treeva's sudden mew of pleasure told Sitella that would be appreciated, and grinning, she left the dim room.

 

      The next morning, true to her word, Sitella loaded the injured felineoid onto a tram and drove her to the lake's side. The warm sand was nearly deserted, the only swimmers appeared to be aliens. Treeva watched happily as the creatures cavorted in the shallows, joined from time to time by fish that obviously tickled the splashing sentients.

      "Hmm, I suppose the fish aren't as frightened of these E.Ts as they are of humans." Treeva's nurse grinned, and managed to convince one of the swimmers to throw her a fish. Still wriggling, she slipped it down the 'taur's throat. Minutes later, it was still thrashing as digestive oozes painlessly consumed it.

      "Lie against my side, you can still feel it..." She murmured, gently pulling Sitella down against her warm flank. Obediently she pressed an ear to the soft fur, smiling gently when she felt/heard the meal's struggles. Both remained in that position, until the fish finally admitted defeat and stopped moving.

      "Wonderful...a bit similar to the baby kicking in a mother's womb. But that was life...this is death." She smiled at the comparison, absently stroking her patient's spine with a long-fingered hand. After a few comfortable hours of innocent cuddling and mutual grooming, Treeva turned about, and licked Sitella's nose happily.

      "Thanks for bringing me here, sunlight really seems to help..." The big kitty purred, smiling at the surprised (and slightly damp) nurse's expression.

      "Oh, you're quite welcome. Ready to go? I'd let you swim, but some of your bandages wouldn't like that much." The African murmured, scruffling Treeva's ears and headfur before rising to fetch the tram. Back at the clinic, nurse and patient watched a movie or two before sleep overcame both. It was early in the evening when Treeva awoke, shocked and mildly pleased to find Sitella draped across her back, snoring. She lay still for the five minutes it took for the woman to wake up, not wanting to disturb her slumber. Sleepy sunshine lanced in through a window, painting bars and lines of gold across the two on the cot.

      "Sleep well? Good. I've got to attend to my other patients, but I'll be back later." A quick scruffle, and Sitella was gone. Sighing happily, Treeva stretched out on her side and made plans for when she got out of this dismal building...plans that included her new human friend as well.

 

      "Janine? Well, you're drug free. Your liver is fine, and the mental addiction has been abolished. But...there is one other change in you from your last scan..." The green bone-encased doctor looked extremely perplexed, twining his slim fingers together in a dizzying pattern.

      "It's just that you're...well it's so odd...I hardly believe it myself..." Janine had turned white as a sheet, and Stripple didn't look too good either. At last, the doc stood jerkily and snapped on a large display screen. It pictured Janine's abdomen, computer-simulated, which peeled like an onion to reveal the interior of her womb. A small blinking red dot on the picture appeared, and a label beside it. Wringing his hands and whining, the doctor blurted it out.

      "You're pregnant." Stripple fell over in shock with a soft *whumph*, while the young human simply stared at the alien.

      "Pregnant? That's not possible. We're two different species...it can't happen!" The doctor continued to wring his hands, obviously stressed.

      "I know, I know. But you are...and I've managed to determine it's felineoid. Healthy too, you'd be able to carry the cub to term if it wasn't for the size issue." Janine stared at the green being, Stripple's big head in her hands as she tried to revive him.

      "They're that much bigger than a...human child?" She asked, and finally Stripple regained enough sense to nuzzle her comfortingly, if weakly.

      "Yes sweet. Our race carries their cubs to term nearly full-grown and within only six months...you'd have trouble with that." He smiled, and the doctor nodded.

      "That's something else. Usually the mother has the 'original' to draw material from for the cub, something you don't have. We'll have to feed you well..." Janine groaned hearing this, flopping back in her chair and staring at her flat tummy.

      "Doubly-bloated. Can you imagine what I'll look like a few months from now?" Stripple lifted his head off his human's lap, gazing into her eyes with hope and joy lighting his furry face.

      "You'll keep the cub, then?" Janine stared at him, frowning.

      "Of COURSE I'm keeping it! No matter what you've heard about how callous us earthlings are about terminating pregnancies, not all of us are so careless. I'm overjoyed to bear your cub..." She hugged Stripple fiercely, squeezing a happy mewl from his throat. Smiling, the doctor (Who's name tag Janine finally noticed read 'Frekc') set about explaining the procedure the surgeons would use to remove the cub and sustain it outside its mother's body. Listening with half an ear, Janine reflected on this...

      'Can I, should I let them take my cub? It may not survive the removal...we don't have any experience with this sort of thing. But what will happen to me...carrying a child the size of my lover inside me?' Her brow creased in worry, and she looked up again at Frekc's presentation.

      "That won't be necessary, Doctor. I'm carrying my cub to term." Stripple fell over again, and the doctor sagged into his chair.

      "Do you know what you're," Janine interrupted it, nodding.

      "I know. I'm sure there are things you can do to help make me comfortable, and able to support the cub. Work on the problem, I'm going to try and get Stripple home." She frowned at her 'supportive mate', sprawled on the floor. Frekc sighed, wringing his hands so hard the human feared they would fall off. Before she had to listen to any more of its whining, Janine enlisted an orderly's help to drag Stripple home. She rubbed his furry shoulders, straddling his limp back on the cot. Eventually, he woke up and purrrred under her hands.

      "Oh, love. That feels nice...I just had the strangest dream..." His human flopped down on his broad back, and embraced his neck.

      "It wasn't a dream. I'm still pregnant, and I'm still carrying the cub to term. DON'T FAINT!" She squeezed him harder when he started to slump, and the cattaur straightened up again.

      "Sorry...it's just hard...I mean, all this is so sudden. And I'm worried about you. You should see one of us pregnant, I can't imagine that bulge on you, love." Janine nuzzled into his thick fur, whispering comforts in his soft ear.

      "Don't worry for me. The doctor is competent, and will find a way to make it possible. It'll be better for the cub...and I feel too attached to it already to let it go." Stripple giggled happily, and rolled over to snuggle his human.

      "Oh Janine...thank you. I can't imagine life getting better than this." He sighed, than yelped! as Janine tweaked his sheath. As a few hindering articles of clothing were flung about the room, Stripple ceded the point that life can always get better.

 

VI

 

      "Pethle? We need to talk." Mac whispered in his love's ear, reclining on her gently heaving side. Rousing enough to open an eye, she purrred and turned to face him as best she could.

      "About what? And can't it wait until after breakfast?" She licked her thick lips, briefly hypnotizing her human. But he shook out of his trance, and grasped her neck.

      "No, it can't. When are you planning on getting pregnant? Is there a set time, or are you waiting for the right moment?" Pethle made a thoughtful sound, shifting Mac and herself so he rested on her bloated dome of belly.

      "No, I haven't given it much thought. I've been having so much fun...getting softer and *giggle* spending time with you. Why do you ask now? Are you frightened I'll, um, eat you while you're asleep?" Mac shivered against her soft gut, hardening at her words.

      "Frightened? Perhaps that I won't be awake to enjoy it. I'm eager for it, I long to be inside you...and the sooner I am, the sooner you'll have a nice big cattaur to play with." He squirmed up to her chest, sucking one of her four nipples into his mouth and suckling. The snowy kitty purrred louder, stroking Mac's hair with a handpaw.

      "Eager? I admit I look forward to it as well...feeling your slim, naked body squirm down my throat and nestle inside my tummy." Mac groaned, half reaching for Peth's jaws to force them open. But he stopped himself, panting.

      "I think I should feed you some more first. I wouldn't want your stomach hungry when I end up there...I might end up a delicious snack instead of your cub." Pethle snorted, she had more control over her body than that.

      "Yet, I think there's more fun to be had with your human body...and I'd prefer to give you a better padded spot to rest when I eat you." She grinned, and tugged a small slip of paper from beneath the cot.

 

[You, Clev Pethle and Mr. Guyver, are cordially invited to a live banquet at the recreation hall. Casual dress, or none at all depending on your mood and/or species. Be there!]

 

     "Hmm, sounds great. Wish they'd included a menu though...I don't want to feed you anything that'll be at the feast." Mac chuckled, and resumed nursing.

     "Well, after you've had your breakfast, dial the mess hall for mine. Or you might not be attending the banquet..." She grinned and licked Mac's head, creating a huge blond cowlick. Giggling around her teat, Mac began nibbling. An epic pillow fight ensued...

 

 

     "Are you attending this banquet, dear? Sounds like fun, and the doctor agrees you can be released safely." Sitella smiled, handing Treeva her invitation. Sadly, she read it again.

     "I don't have anyone to go with me..." She murred, and dropped the envelope on her nightstand. The tall woman picked it up again, and placed a hand on the alien's head.

     "I'd be happy to go with you. Will you let me feed you?" Startled, Treeva looked up to see if her nurse was serious.

     "Well, you'll end up feeding someone if you go, rather me than them!" She grinned, and hugged Sitella warmly.

     "Thanks Sitel, this means a lot to me." Sitella smiled at this new pet-name, and kissed Treeva on her nosepad before trotting off.

     "Have to find something to wear..." She grinned, before disappearing around the corner. Treeva settled back, purrring and reflecting on the evening ahead.

     'This'll be fun...I wonder if Stripple's going?'

 

     "Stripple, we just got an invite to a banquet! Can we go?" Janine bounced into the den, and flopped across Stripple happily. After a fit of coughing, the big felineoid nodded weakly and licked her cheek.

     "Certainly. I guess we better not eat anything until tonight then..." He grimaced, stroking his stomach. Janine smiled gently, and pressed herself against his rumbling gut.

     "No, I guess not. But we'll think of something to do until then, there's lots we haven't tried yet..." Purrring a query, Stripple turned his head to see his mate grinning impishly at him. Squirming up his belly, she kissed his downy cheek, then began stroking her tongue across his muzzle. To her delighted surprise, the fur didn't come off on her tongue or dry it out. And her kitty was obviously enjoying this, wiry arms encircling her waist to keep up the contact.

     "Mmm, I didn't know humans could do this so well...or would want to...you're full of surprises, Janine." He purrrrred, squeezing her close. Laughing, the human wriggled out of his grip and slid back down his belly. Stripple's sheath was already visible, a tempting target for his amorous mate...

 

     "Welcome! Sit anywhere, there's plenty of space. Hope you brought your appetites..." Pethle winked at her human as they strolled past the greeter who spoke and into the gathering hall. The warmth of the hall was nice after the nippy air of the outdoors, which betrayed the change from summer to fall. It did indeed have a lot of space, the massive structure was easily thrice the size of the mess hall. Long, low tables stretched down the length of the hall, laden with all kinds of delicacies. Some alive, some not, but all delicious looking. Warm light filled the chamber from chandeliers high above the tables, sparkling crystals casting hypnotic refractions on the huge windows spaced along the hall. Mac stared, having never been here...the luxury was incredible.

     'Well, I suppose super-advanced furry aliens would have plenty of ways to get money..." His thoughts were interrupted when Pethle tugged him down to a pillow at the table. Other guests trickled in over an hour, including Stripple, Janine, Treeva and her nurse Sitella. Introductions were made where necessary, and the three pairs sat together. Nervous eating on Pethle's part made a serious dent in the food on their part of the table, while the others merely picked at the feast.

     "Saving our appetites for later, you're going to have trouble when the big stuff rolls out, Peth." Stripple grinned, reaching across the table to ruffle her headfur. She grinned back, resting a paw on her wobbling stomach.

     "Oh, you just wait. I'm planning on out-eating everyone here." Mac whispered something in her ear, and the plump felineoid's grin grew wider.

     "Even Solorna." Stripple shut up then, startled into silence.

     'Out-eat that waterbed of a 'taur? She could eat all three humans without flinching, and us 'taurs wouldn't be much more of a stretch.' Speak of the devil, Frederic and his mate strolled in, (Well, one of them kind of oozed in) and took their place at the head of the table. Solorna called for attention, thick paw waving in the air.

     "Thanks for coming, everyone. Are you ready to eat?" A chorus of cheers, growls and mews greeted this question, several guests banging on the table.

     "That's what I like to hear. I'm going to stuff you all! Also, it turns out there a few of you with narrows tastes; we'll be introducing new taste sensations to you kitties tonight." Several looked nervous now, but were curious enough to stay. Heads turned as human waiters, crisply dressed in white, rolled in sealed carts. A screen flickered into view on the wall above Solorna, picturing several animals rotating in 3-D, with calorie and weight statistics displayed beside them. The humans present recognized all but one, which turned out to be a recently discovered species from a planet near Greek's home world. Snake, baby Hippo, Llama, Badger and even Tiger were listed.

     "And you don't have to worry about endangered species, we cloned these from zoo specimens. Drugs are available for those that need them. No chewing, and no blood-letting. For those who can't bring themselves to take such large meals, there are bowls of chipmunks for your snacking needs." Solorna smirked, and loudly ordered a hippo and one of the new species. Nobody had named it yet, so the obese cattaur took it upon herself to dub the critter before downing it. About beaver sized, its hide was like scales of feathers. Incredibly soft, and brilliantly colored in rainbow hues, Solorna purrred as she examined it.

     "Molass. A bit similar to a sauce here on earth, smooth and rich..." Then the critter was gone, just a bulge in her furry throat. A moment later, it was not even that.

     "Mmm, wonderful. It tasted great going down, and it's struggles are strong..." Solorna grinned, stroking her flank happily. The guests cheered, and eagerly began placing their orders with the waiters. Treeva ordered the llama, Pethle a snake, and Stripple chose a tiger. Janine grinned and cuffed her mate playfully.

     "Trying to show them all up, huh? Silly kitty." Stripple licked her nose, making her shriek, and began stretching his jaws in preparation. He watched as a waiter rolled the cart up, a juvenile male tiger lying limply within. It was obviously drugged, but not enough to put it to sleep, its eyes were still slightly open and alert. Janine had to work with the waiter to lug the beast onto the table, and position his head before Stripple's. The felineoid purrred, licking the meal and lubricating it thickly with his drool. The boldly-striped fur became slick and matted, its owner growling unhappily. At last he stretched his impressive jaws around the tiger's skull, cheeks bulging from the mass. The cat's struggles were token at best, as Janine and the waiter pushed the heavily muscled bulk inside the cattaur. Progress was even and steady, the head hit the back of Stripple's throat and angled down. Across from them at the table, Pethle was nearly a quarter-finished with her snake. A huge boa constrictor, over a foot in diameter, swelled the felineoid's throat beautifully. Gullet full of snake, Peth wistfully considered what she'd whisper in Mac's ear if she could speak. A commentary on her meal to drive him wild...

     'Yes, that feels so wonderful going down...this cool flesh slides down so easily! I can feel it warming up in my belly...coil after coil piling up and weighing my tummy down. It squirms inside my inner chamber, searching frantically for a way out...just caressing me to new heights of pleasure! Sooo long too, it feels like it's stretched all through my body. Ohhh, now my gut is getting full...the snake's pressing against my warm insides. Keep shoving it in love, I'm not nearly full yet.' She grinned around the serpent, than began using her handpaws to haul more of the fleshy tube inside her. Mac wasn't feeding her fast enough to douse the burning desire in her gut...brightly she wondered if anything could. Beside Mac and her, Treeva and her nurse watched the two scenes of gluttony. Treev grinned at the jealous look on Sitella's face as Stripple sucked down another few inches of tiger-belly. Finally she sighed, licked her lips and shifted the llama's hooves to rest against her companion's lips.

     "Ready for your first course, kitty? You don't want to fall behind, do you?" The felineoid grinned, and slicked down the shaggy limbs before enveloping them in her warm maw. Sitella eased it up off the table, the hooves sliding easily into the pred's throat and down. Such a look of despair was evident on the animal's face that the woman felt sorry for it, but the look of rapture on the alien's was enough to make her happily continue. A few more quick swallows and the beast's rump was stretching Treeva's jaws wide. A waiter quickly stepped over to help, having just delivered a baby hippo to Pethle. Together they gripped the animal's girth and shoved, and slowly it sank inside the 'taur. A quiet moan distracted Sitella, and she turned her head to see Stripple on his back, stomach a bloated white dome above him. Janine was massaging the twitching bulk, cooing and whispering soothing phrases to her lover. Among which were 'You pig', 'Eyes were bigger than your tummy'. Grinning, she turned back to Treeva. Another few shoves and rippling waves of muscular action, and the llama's shoulders wedged in the jaws. Sitella leaned over to whisper encouragements in her ear.

     "Come on, just stretch a little more...and you'll have this nice big meal nestled in your belly." Treeva struggled harder, and a abrupt wet *pop* dislocated her jaws. The llama was sucked powerfully from sight, and with some difficulty Treeva closed her mouth. Sitella watched in wonder, sliding her hands over her friend's neck to help her swallow. The alien gulped repeatedly, like a choking victim, eyes closed in pleasure as the creature wriggled inside her. One last swallow pulled it into her stomach, and Treeva sighed in satisfaction. She leaned back, pulling the chocolate-skinned woman against her and cuddling. Sitella squirmed, and gazed up with a look of mock-horror on her face.

     "Giving up? We need to catch up with Pethle! She's almost finished with that hippo..." The felineoid groaned, her belly producing a wonderful mimic a second later.

     "Oh okay, get me a snake. Waiter!"

 

     Sitella flipped on the light in the cabin, guiding Treeva inside by the waist. The 'taur wobbled with each step, belly dragging on the floor. She collapsed on the cot as soon as she saw it, and was snoozing within seconds. The tall nurse smiled gently at the alien, and turned off the lights. She padded softly to the couch, and stretched out on it. Moments later, she too was fast asleep.

 

     Pethle woke the next morning, the happiest she'd been since she met her human lover. Her belly rose above her in a huge dome, containing the digesting remains of several huge snakes, two baby hippos, a tiger, countless molass, and a llama. She moaned lightly, raising a paw to stroke the huge ball of fur-sheathed stomach. It had been much larger the previous night, but was still awe-inspiring.

     "Mac? Where are you...?" She purrred, looking about as best she could. A stirring beneath a fold of her flesh made her smile, and remember where the little man had snuggled down to sleep last night. He crawled out from beneath her warm fur, crawling up the cot to nuzzle beneath her chin.

     "Good morning love..." He murmured, hands roaming over the front-facing swell of her gut. It gurgled loudly, sloshing and groaning. She giggled, wiggling herself and making her belly sway. Mac watched, hypnotized for a moment, before squeaking in joy and scrambling atop the silky dome. He nestled into the yielding surface, coaxing groans from both Pethle and her gut.

     "Ooohhh my...I feel so big! But good..." She purrred, eyes closing slowly in pleasure. Mac bounced on her belly, chuckling like a little kid bouncing on his bed.

     "Yes, and you feel so soft...I never want to leave this spot." Pethle oooofs a bit, rolling over to dislodge the bouncy human. She overcompensates for the roll, and ends up atop her lover. Mac finds himself pressed firmly into the mattress beneath a warm, silky expanse of fat. He struggles against it, loving the feel but quickly running out of air. Peth raised herself slightly, supplying the human with air, but unwilling to let him up. His wriggling feels sooooo gooood...rippling her flesh so nicely...her sheath swelled from its pocket to stroke Mac's leg. He struggled down her belly to take the fleshy tube in his mouth, and was rewarded with a spurt of thick, sweet lubricant. Both moan at this, and Peth slides her sheath out of Mac to seek his swollen member. She swallowed him up, more sex-honey dribbling around his cock to soak the pubic hair. He cried out in passion and tries to hump, but gets nowhere with the delicious weight atop him. It didn't take long at all for both to spend their lust, and Mac wriggled out with difficulty from beneath his lover.

     "Oh, my, Pethle..." He panted, grinning and stroking her mound of stomach. She purrred, helping him rub her belly.

     "Won't be long now love, I'm hungrier for you every day..."

 

     Janine reclined on her cot, absently stroking her stomach. It was noticeably swollen after only a month and a half, her tanned skin beginning to stretch. Stripple rested on the floor beside the mattress, his mere presence was a comfort as she considered her decision.

     "The doctor asked us to come in tomorrow, and discuss options. He's considering elasticizing your abdomen, womb, and other relevant parts to allow you to carry our cub." She nodded, and heavily got to her feet.

     "Let's get some breakfast, I'm starved." Stripple chuckled and obediently followed his mate to the mess hall. A moderate crowd dined there, but the pair had no trouble finding a seat. Several of the higher-ranking 'taurs had been told about Janine's endeavor, and wished her luck. She ate more than usual, which pleased her mate.

"It's good to see you eating well, you'll need the energy..." He purrred, then leaned back as an attendant deposited a capsule on the table before him. When he and Janine had finished their meal, they strolled casually along the lake-front.

     "This really is a gorgeous world...we have nothing this nice on my world. All the spots that look like this are crowded and noisy, constantly patrolled by environmental police determined to preserve the pristine condition of the site." Stripple said quietly, paws making no sound as he padded along the sandy path. The sun was hovering in the sky now, the sunrise a mere memory and ghosts of pink and violet on the horizon. The young woman sighed happily, arms swinging at her sides as she walked. A chill breeze blew in off the lake, cooler now as autumn began the transition to winter.

     "Really? This isn't too rare a spot, you should see the ocean. I've only been there once in the past five years, but I loved it. Hmm, you'd prefer the equatorial waters, much warmer than the waters around here." She grinned, remembering his episode with the lake earlier. The felineoid chuckled, nodding, eyes tracking to follow the path of a small bird flying nearly parallel with the path. They were enjoying themselves so much, the pool was upon them before they realized it. Both involuntarily shuddered as the memories associated with the building rose in their minds.

     "Let's take a tour of the other facilities here. I hear there's a communal pub somewhere..." Janine said, and Stripple agreed quickly. After asking a few human staff members, they managed to find the pub. A large, well-lit chamber made up the place, warm and friendly. There were several felineoids inside, at least two of them males. This puzzled Stripple, he wasn't aware of any males assigned to the base permanently. He walked up to one of the males, a small one whose pelt was shaded blue and green.

     "Hi Mrev, I wasn't aware there were any males assigned to the surface." Stripple smiled, sitting down beside the other 'taur. The other smiled, and produced a card.

     "I'm one of the 'missionaries'. We go out into the surrounding areas outside our control, and find recruits for the project. We usually wear disguises, though from time to time depending on the setting we can go among the humans without fear." Janine nodded, taking a seat at the bar and ordering drinks.

     "Like where, Hollywood? And costume parties?" The scout chuckled, and nodded.

     "We often get hired, our 'costumes' are so realistic. Don't know if you've recognized the faces of some of the humans here, quite a few are from the movie industry." Janine shook her head, and Stripple looked blank.

     "I see you're the first female we've had here, feeding you well I guess." He grins, and points at Janine's abdomen. She chuckles, and strokes it through her T-shirt.

     "They have, but this bulk has a different origin." She winked at Stripple. The scout blinked, then turned back to the bar and ordered something strong. Laughing, the pair strolled out and back to their cabin.

 

VII

 

     Sitella was making breakfast when Treeva woke up, a taste of human food for the gorged alien. She mewled an inquiry from her cot, not willing to pull herself from the warm, soft nest of blankets. Her nurse stepped in, dressed in clean clothes, wiping her hands on an apron.

     "I didn't think you'd have room for anything moving, so I made pancakes." She chuckled, and produced a platter of steaming golden cakes. Treeva cooed happily, and shoveled them in with the fork Sitella provided. The woman watched, sitting on the cot, smiling at the obvious appreciation with which her cooking was received. At last the platter was merely sticky, every crumb cleaned off by the kitty's tongue. Sitella curled up against her charge, softly stroking her still-distended belly.

     "I'm sorry for leaving you on the couch, I really wouldn't have minded if you'd stayed with me..." She purred, relishing the sensation of skilled hands rubbing her belly. The dark human nodded, then laid her head against Treeva's breast. She was shivering, despite the intense warmth radiating off the felineoid.

     "Shivering, Sitel? What's wrong?" She sounded worried, nuzzling her friend's head. Her shivering intensified, and she raised her arms to encircle the kitty's neck.

     "Can't wait any longer to tell you...it's killing me. I, I love you Treeva..." She choked out, squeezing her eyes shut and expecting to be dumped off Treeva's bed. She looked up after a moment, puzzled at the lack of reaction.

     "I think...I love you too. It's so hard to tell though...I might just be grateful for all you've done for me. I know I am grateful...but this seems different." She purred, nuzzling Sitella's face with the same tenderness the nurse had always treated her with. The human cried quietly, overjoyed to be accepted. She had only wished to be tolerated, to have her affection returned was just...too much to have hoped for. She hugged her friend fiercely, burying her face in the lush neck fur. The two cuddled all through the day, basking in each other's presence. There was nothing sexual about it, they would have plenty of time for that later...

 

      The compound was a blaze of lights and loud music that night, the staff had pulled together to organize a gigantic party. At the small prison building, the guards had stepped out a moment to grab a bite to eat. Inside, a solitary young woman dressed in full police garb stood vigil by the one occupied cell. Within was the human who had savaged Clev Treeva, at the moment appearing asleep. The girl yawned, trying to keep her eyes open while flipping through a travel guide. A quiet click drew her attention to the cell...which now stood empty. The briefest touch on the side of her neck threw the woman into darkness, without time for a scream.

 

     "Enjoying yourself, Peth?" Mac whispered, sitting against her plush flank. The pair sat on a large blanket spread out on the sand, a couple yards or so from a raging bonfire. Smiling, she finished the hot dog she was scarfing and nuzzled him.

     "Oh yes, love. This is even better than the banquet in some ways...I don't feel like I have to compete. Not enough to eat though, seeing how Solorna is sitting by the grill and inhaling everything that comes off it!" She giggled with her human, her massive body billowing softly. Their breath hung in the air like tiny pale clouds, the icy chill of winter settling over the state of Wisconsin. They had chosen a spot on the opposite side of the fire from the rest of the party, feeling no real need to stay so close to the louder party-goers. Mac patted her shoulder, and struggled to his feet.

     "I'll go see if I can liberate a few more hot dogs for you Peth." Pethle sighed as she watched him walk off, thinking on how much she had grown to love him...(and grown period!) these past few months. Now more than ever she longed to suck him down like a strand of spaghetti, enclose him in her warm belly. She licked her chops and smiled dreamily, and when the attack came, she was unprepared.

 

     Mac, walking back to Pethle laden with barbecue, heard a muffled howl of rage and terror. It was very quiet, like someone had put a bag over the screamer. He dropped the food on a table and sprinted, rounding the fire just in time to see Pethle slam her paw against a tall, muscular human's head. He crumpled, moaning, and Pethle rolled to pin him under several hundred pounds of furry flesh. She did indeed have a hood over her head, which she now pulled off and flung away. Mac ran up and threw his arms around his lover, horrified when he realized just who her attacker was.

     "He attacked me from behind with a gun, I knocked it away from him while he leered at me. He was going to take me away as a pet...a, a sex toy..." Peth sobbed, now having acquired quite a crowd of spectators. Just then the chief of security arrived, climbing out of a dark jeep and hurrying over. He was short and stocky, of a species none of the campers had seen much of. Jet-black glossy hide, and deep red hair that fell to his waist, he was a beautiful creature. And extremely dangerous. His limbs bulged with massive muscles, not one was flabby or weak. He wore simple body-armor, helmet and chest plate. His face was obscured by a darkened visor, voice amplified by a pick-up inside.

     "There can be no choice in the matter, the man must die." He stated, reaching for the human pinned under Pethle. His face was concealed, though his emotions were betrayed by his voice, dripping with disgust and hate. Pethle held out a paw to stop him, and the officer startled.

     "I'd like to take care of it if you don't mind. Does anyone here object?" Silence. "Then, he, is MINE." She growled, swinging her head back to face him. Jon smiled up at her, confident she would do nothing. Pethle lowered her head, opened wide and engulfed the criminal's skull in her jaws. He screamed, and continued to do so until he began to slide down her throat. She yanked his muscled body from beneath her, pinning his arms and continuing to feed herself. Everyone watched in rapt silence, fascinated by the spectacle. A medical officer ran to make a call, but no one noticed. Pethle lifted the doomed man's body to lie horizontal to her muzzle, and continued to force his struggling frame down into her gut. His shoulders dislocated her jaws, then popped inside. Mac stepped forward to help support the man's feet, eyes wide with wonder. Inch by inch Jon vanished down into Pethle, a gigantic bulge letting everyone watch his progress from her vertical torso into her 'taur portion. Soon he was up to his hips, and kicking as hard as he could. Mac lost his grip and was kicked solidly in the chin. That final insult drove Peth off the edge and she snapped her jaws forward. Fangs sank into the heavy flesh, tractoring him the rest of the way into her. Now the medic returned with a syringe, and presented it to Pethle. She licked her lips and gulped a few more times, drawing air in to keep the wicked entity inside her alive.

     "This will make his digestion painful, going against your natural methods. Use it, please..." She nodded, and injected herself with it. Soon, Jon's screams were quite audible as his flesh was melted from his bones and integrated into Pethle's body. She rubbed her belly, smiling slightly, then let out a tremendous belch. As if that was a signal, everyone nodded quietly and returned to their homes. The security officer gave Mac and Peth a ride home, thanking both again for their actions.

     "There will be a memorial service tomorrow for the woman he raped and murdered. I hope you'll attend." He murmured, before departing. Inside, the snowy felineoid rolled onto her cot and sighed.

     "Mac...I'm hungry." She purred, nuzzling his chest.

     "Really? I would've thought he'd be enough...what would you like?" She nuzzled harder, stroking his bare chest with her tongue.

     "You." Mac stared for a moment, erection springing instantly to life.

     "Me? But that drug hasn't worn off yet, I'll be tortured...no, not tonight. We, YELP!" Pethle leapt forward, pinning her next meal to the firm cot. She ripped off his clothes with her claws, then begin liberally slathering the quaking human with warm, slimy drool. He moaned quietly, so wanting this, but knowing the pain...

     "Peth, please!" He groaned, trying to push the multi-ton felineoid off his body.

     "Relax, fighting will just make things difficult for both of us..." She sighed, before lifting herself up to finish lubing the snack. He fought to rise, and was quickly restrained by his lover's powerful limbs. He giggled involuntarily as she licked his feet, wriggling his toes in response. Then he felt a enclosing warmth around them, and looked down to see his ankles gripped in Pethle's thick lips. She savored his flavor, salty and warm, before grabbing his hips and tugging him toward her. Deep within her folds of soft flab, her gut moaned in anticipation. Mac's smooth lightly muscled body was pure pleasure to swallow, no fur to stick in her throat and no spines or horns. She greedily swallowed him up to his calves, groaning around his slick flesh. Mac too was enjoying this, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut.

     "Oh Pethle, this is worth it..." He sighed, and tried to force more of his frame into Pethle's maw. She allowed this joyfully, throat beginning to bulge with the outline of his legs. She lay perpendicular to the bed and grabbed his hips, gently sliding them over her tongue. When he was up to his waist in the gluttonous alien, her jaw popped open. The man growled in ecstasy, Peth's broad warm tongue stroking his almost-painful arousal. He thrusted gently against it, breath coming in gasps. Pethle couldn't pause to please him though, and half-regretfully, slurped him in up to his navel. Mac wriggled his toes against the sphincter that opened into his love's stomach, eagerly anticipating having his whole body imprisoned there. That moment drew closer with each gulp, less of Mac visible every second. Soon only his shoulders and head protruded, and Pethle granted him a long, lingering tongue-kiss before tipping back her head and groaning as she felt her belly abruptly fill. There were no screams as Mac curled into a fetal position in the hot fleshy chamber, just muffled groans as he pumped his cock against the pulpy stomach wall. After spending his lust, he snuggled the wet lining encasing him. An intimate tendril of thought brushed his mind, and he curled one of his own around it.

     'Oh love, it's better than I imagined...I've always loved being inside you, and this is simply incredible' His thoughts were untinged with bitterness, flavored only with loving care and affection.

     'It feels so wonderful to be carrying you inside me...though keeping my body from digesting you is a bit of a strain. It knows you're a tasty one...' Her mental chuckle made him glow with happiness. They 'spoke' long into the night, before both fell into a light sleep. Even then, they were joined by this delightful mind-link...

 

VIII

 

     Treeva smiled warmly at Pethle as she padded in, and voiced a good morning.

     "Good to see you Peth, my! Gained a little more weight I see. Um, where's Mac?" Pethle grinned, and to make a point, burped quietly.

     "The two observations are not unrelated..." Treeva laughed out loud and hugged her friend.

     "That's wonderful! How soon will you be entering your coma?" Pethle shrugged, sliding a paw over her bulging flanks.

     "The doctor estimated about a week. I'm going to have some trouble, not able to eat and all..." Her face drooped a bit, but the swollen alien quickly recalled the reason for her 'diet' and cheered back up.

     "So, how're you? Is your nurse friend around?" The brown 'taur shook her head, chuckling.

     "She drove to the nearest town to get supplies. Some special things we couldn't get here, she said." Stripple and Janine entered then, and greetings were exchanged again. Janine's abdomen was quite swollen, though she carried the heavy load easily.

     "How many months to go, dear?" Treeva queried, fondly nuzzling the woman.

     "Mmm, let's see...I've carried for four months...so two to go." Pethle and Treev drew a quick breath as they visualized Janine two months later... forcing a laugh from the woman and her lover.

     "No worries, the doc has made all the necessary modifications. I'll be more comfortable carrying this cub than a human child." The group settled down to eat, Pethle nearly forgetting herself when she saw the menu. She watched enviously as Stripple swallowed down a few rabbits, and Treeva a small doe. At last the 'taurs pushed back from the table and went their separate ways, human companions in tow.

 

     "Well love, where shall we spend the day?" Stripple purred, walking with his side pressed firmly against Janine.

     "It's really too cold to visit the beach...why don't you show me what some of these simulations you enjoy so much are like? There's an arcade near the main office." The big kitty's eyes lit up at the mention of games. He scooped up his rotund mate and trotted quickly across the compound.

     "I like war games mostly, but that wouldn't be good for you...how about a transformation session?" She smiled,

     "Whatever you suggest, kitty." The computer was very cooperative, and after a brief scan of each participant, they sat down in a padded booth and attached the mindjacks.

Janine blinked, finding herself in a lush meadow. A man was there, human, bronzed and nude. She looked down at herself and gasped, for her petite twenty-five year old body had expanded and warped into a felineoid body. She had gold fur ribboned with cream, her body slim but for the bulk of pregnancy visible even in this body. Stripple walked towards her, smiling, and wrapped his strong wiry arms around her silky neck. She embraced him as well, surprised anew as paws rose instead of hands to obey her command.

     "What do you think?" He murmured, sifting her lush fur lovingly. She licked his smooth cheek, grinning broadly.

     "I feel wonderful...so powerful and alert. MMmm, and something else...you know, it's a wonder there aren't more of you kitties." She mewled loudly and bowled her lover over, pinning his body to the ground. Her body craved his, and she experienced love as a 'taur for the first time.

Afterwards, they lay panting in the tall grass, and told each other again how much they cared for one another. The couple made use of the virtual program until the computer reported their allotted time was up, then retreated to the cabin to continue their activity.

 

     "Treeva? I'm back." Sitella called, stepping into their cabin and depositing a big armload of grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. Treeva slunk up behind her, and hugged from behind. The woman shrieked! And batted at her love.

     "Please don't do that dear, you'll be the death of me!" She chuckled and slipped onto the Clev's back. Purring loudly, Treeva looked into each bag on the counter. They were full of exotic spices, vegetables and sauce mixes. The last bag contained a few items she couldn't identify...and growled a soft query to her friend.

     "Well, these are um...toys for lovers. I thought we could have some fun tonight after dinner..." The cattaur nodded and snuggled Sitel.

     "Mmm, it has been a long time since I've been satisfied..." She purred, and lifted a translucent length of thick soft plastic from the bag. She blushed when she realized what it was, and replaced it. The chocolate-skinned woman chuckled, slipped off the embarrassed alien's back and began putting away the groceries. Treeva retired to her cot and watched Sitel cook in the kitchen, growing hungrier by the minute as exotic scents drifted through the cabin. Almost an hour passed before the human carried in the first dish. It was a thick green stew, chunks of meat and potato swimming in the odd sauce. She was about to explain what the food was when Treev grabbed it and slurped the bowl's contents down. She broke into giggles, and hurried to fetch the next dish. This bowl was much larger, full nearly to the brim with a thick sloshing liquid, light brown and warm.

     "Peanut soup, open up!" She laughed, pressing the bowl's rim to the 'taur's lips. Ravenous, Treeva obeyed and gulped down the wonderful soup. A few seconds later the dish was empty, and Sitel got up to fetch the third and final course. It was a large platter of goat BBQ, nestled on a bed of lettuce and tomato slices.

     "You know we dislike dead meat...but I'll try it, for you." She murmured, and nibbled a thickly sauced haunch. Her eyes widened, and she quickly devoured the entire thing, bones and all.

     "Must be the animal, or the way you prepare it, because this is exquisite!" The amateur chef blushed, and stroked her love's head.

     "Glad you like it, eat up!" Treeva nodded happily, and proceeded to wipe the big platter totally clean. She smacked her lips, and butted Sitel.

     "Now to the Hall, I'm still ravenous." Smiling, the pair set off for the mess. An hour or so later, they returned to their cabin, both with satisfied bellies. Treeva settled down on the couch to digest, a contented smile on her face. Sitella picked up the brown paper sack from the kitchen counter, and proceeded to explain and demonstrate the use of every product within to her love...

 

     Janine groaned as she rose from her chair, hands pressed against the base of her spine.

     "What was that the doc said about a powered suit? Geez, I'm about willing now to ignore the terrible color scheme of the thing...." Stripple chuckled, helping her up and planting a kiss on her cheek.

     "You don't have to wear it love, I've got something better." She cocked her head at the smug look on his face, and permitted herself to be led to the medical facility. A smiling doctor led the pair into a clean-room, a large cylindrical tank standing upright in the middle of the floor. Lights above flooded the area, hi-lighting the crystal clear fluid inside the tube.

     "We can't do anything else to help you out without temporarily altering your body. Painless for the most part, we'll use nanites to strengthen your bones and add to your muscles. A few other minor changes must also be made to your internal organs, but there's nothing to worry about." Janine stood stock-still, taking in the inposing room. Stripple snuggled her shoulder reassuringly, and purrred in her ear.

     "Don't worry Janine, most of the beings in this compound house at least one colony of nanites. And its all reversible..." She nodded numbly, and squeezed the kitty's torso tight in her arms.

     "See you in a bit then, I'll do anything to help our cub." Doc smiled, and helped her up the ladder spiraling up the tank.

     "You'll be in for about a week, though all the changes will be made the first ten hours or so. The rest is just recovery time." The human nodded, stripped, and lowered her life-bloated body into the tank.

     'Odd, something I just thought of. This cub has never kicked, or moved at all...' Was her last thought, before the liquid closed over her head and all went black.

 

     Stripple sighed, removing his data-glasses and stretching.  'Soooo bored. What should I do? Pethle's in her pregnancy coma, my lover is being operated on, and nobody's seen Treeva or Sitella for two days.' He groaned, and sat back on his haunches. He'd just eaten, so that wasn't an option...

      'Hey! I'll go to the arcade and play.' He perked right up, and made his way to the rec center.

Inside he easily found a game accepting players, and joined in. This one was a space-flight combat simulator, and he happily engaged in dog fights with five other players. Only one of his opponents had ever been a pilot in real life, so the fight was soon down to them. The combat was fast and furious, both sleek ships trading bursts of energy and volleys of rockets. At last Stripple's craft was damaged, and in a desperate last move, he ejected and launched all remaining missiles simultaneously. With satisfaction, he saw the other explode in a ball of blue fire. However, it was close enough to incinerate his space-suited body. A draw was called, and smiling to himself, he jacked out. The players all shook hands/paws/etc. and went their separate ways.

 

      Janine woke up slowly, feeling a warm glow radiating through her body that she had felt only in snatches before. Liquid no longer sloshed around her, so she couldn't be in the medical tank...carefully, the woman opened her eyes. At first all she could see was this hill of white material off in the distance, and Janine suddenly burst out laughing. The 'hill' was her gravid belly, shrouded in a smock. Turning her head, the giggling human found she lay on the cot in her cabin. Stripple was curled up on the floor, fast asleep.

     'Well, let's see what these nanites did.' With barely a second of hesitation, she threw her legs over the side of the bed, and put her weight on her feet. For once, this didn't send aches and pains lancing through her legs, so she slowly got to her feet. She was carrying her tremendous burden easily, not one bone in her skeleton creaked or complained as she padded around the bedroom.

      'Wow, and I don't even look that different. Legs feel harder though, more compact...I must thank Doc for this later.' Smiling and feeling the best she'd felt in months, Janine tapped her lover on the nose.

      "Good morning sleepy head. Guess who's up and about?" The cattaur stirred, nose wrinkling a bit, and slowly his bleary eyes opened.

      "Oh, love! You shouldn't be out of bed yet..." He cried, trying to get to his paws and force her to get horizontal.

      "I'll have none of that, dear. Come, we're going for brunch." Janine laughed,pulled on a heavy coat, then grabbed Stripple by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out the door. Inside the mess, they met their friends. Sitella sat with her arm protectively about Treeva's waist, which delighted the other couple.

      "You two are an item? That's great! Um, but where's Pethle?" The tall African woman smiled, her even white teeth a nice contrast to her chocolate skin.

      "She has entered her pregnancy-coma. You may stop by the clinic if you wish to see her, and she's due to deliver about the same time you are Janine." Stripple grinned, and pulled his mate close against his chest.

      "Wonderful, we can combine these um, what'd you call them love? Those parties?"

      "Baby showers, Strip. And yes, a combined one would be more fun..." The three females were quickly engrossed in details about the shower, and Stripple stood off to avoid getting entangled. He ordered meals for all of them, and set the capsules on the main table. Treeva, Sitella and Janine paused to eat, the humans munching bagels and cream cheese, while the 'taur gulped a couple rabbits down. At last conversation lulled, and the trio sat in contented silence. It was Treeva who broke it at last, getting to her paws.

      "Well, Sitel and I will find out where we can get supplies for the shower. No point in getting them yet, we still have a while..." Janine nodded, waved goodbye and tugged Stripple along back to the cabin. He nosed her softly as she plopped onto the cot. She smiled, and scratched his chin with her short nails.

      "How do you feel love? Comfortable?" He set a paw gently on her mammoth stomach, stroking it tenderly. She giggled, and sank her hands into his lush pelt.

      "I've never felt better Stripple. I'm so glad I found you first..." She kissed him on the muzzle, and before the kitty could eagerly return the token of affection, she was fast asleep.

 

IX

 

      The birth date approached rapidly, Janine swelling to immense proportions. Pethle too rounded out further as her burden grew, but under all the soft layers of fat it was difficult to tell. At last Stripple answered a phone call from the medical facility.

      "Stripple? Bring Janine down here, it's time for another checkup." He voiced an affirmative, helped Janine to a cart ready to pick them up, and drove her slowly to the clinic. About three quarters to there, Janine gasped and resettled herself on the seat. A pool spread out across the crotch of her jeans, then the cushioned seat, staining the fabric.

      "Love! My water broke..." The felineoid nearly ran of the road, and quickly degraded to a simpering confused mess. The woman sighed in exasperation, and seized control of the little cart. She drove it the last few yards, parked it, then allowed Stripple to lead her inside.

      "It's started, Doc. Where should she go?" Janine's mate cried, eyes darting across the human's face in frantic concern.

      "First of all, I'm getting you out of the way my dear fellow." The white-coated alien chuckled, and quick as a flash, injected something into the 'taur. He collapsed, snoring, onto a couch in the waiting room. Janine shook her head in disbelief, but followed the doctor to the delivery room. She started when she caught sight of Pethle being wheeled to a room across the hall.

      "Is she delivering now too? That seems odd..." But before she could get any further, she was backed up against a long operating table. The doc pressed a device to her neck, and her vision faded...

 

      "Honey? Janine? Can you hear me?" A persistent voice faded in and out of Janine's mind, refusing to be ignored. She sighed, and finally opened her eyes. Dim light filtered in through the slats of vertical blinds on a window, highlighting a streak of white drifting before her face. Her vision came into focus, and she grinned at the sight of her beloved Stripple.

      "Is it...did I?" Janine heaved a sigh of relief as her mate nodded.

      "You've been asleep for a couple days, and the Doc figures it's time for you to start feeding our cub. Here, take my paw and I'll show you our little one..." The delicate woman frowned as she realized just how powerful that drug was she had been given, but the sour expression melted away at the prospect of meeting her offspring. After so much time spent carrying extra weight, she found getting around much easier. Her abdomen ached slightly, and looking down into the neck of her smock, she noticed a long incision that was nearly healed. Chuckling, she padded barefoot down the corridor with her love. A small cozy room housed three beings, Pethle and the two new cubs. One, a pure black 'taur as big as Stripple snoozed in a patch of sunlight on the carpeted floor. The other was slightly smaller, an off-white creme color, with a thin band of cobalt blue arcing across its back. The creme cub was suckling at one of Pethle's tremendous breasts, purring in content along with the adult felineoid. She looked up as the couple entered, and smiled broadly.

      "Yours is on the floor dear...she's already had her lunch." Janine gasped, and ran to her cub. The pelt really was a jet-black, and lovingly, the human ran her slim hands over the silky coat. This woke up the sleeping cattaur, and its eyes slid open slowly. They were a deep violet, big and moist. Her nostrils flared, recognizing the scent of her mother. Mewling in joy, she rolled against Janine and butted her firmly. The new mother giggled and wrapped her arms around the cub's neck, cradling her softly. A great rumbling purrrr ensued, joined harmoniously by Stripple's as he settled down beside his family.

      "Thanks for feeding her Peth, how's yours doing?" Janine asked at last, eyes sparkling in happiness.

      "No problem, I've got more than enough to go around. He's doing fine, greet them Mac." Reluctantly, the creme 'taur broke contact with the fat nipple and turned shyly to face the others.

      "Hi everyone. Good to see you again..." Janine blinked, shocked initially at this, but remembered the origin of the cub.

      "You look great, Mac! How was your, um, trip?" She asked, scratching behind her daughter's ears.

      "Ohhh, it was wonderful! I'd gladly do it again if she could manage it, but I don't think that's possib..." He broke off as he noticed his mother/lover lick her chops and grin in a predatory fashion at him. Stripple chuckled, and herded his mate and cub out into the hall.

      "We'll leave you two alone. Come love, let's go home." The three set off together, the cub wobbling on her new paws. Janine, snuggled between her kitties when they returned home, pondered a name for her kitten as she stroked her.

      "Midnight is too obvious and overused...how about Dusk, Stripple?" Her mate licked her cheek, warm breath washing

over her face.

      "Sounds great Janine. What d'you think of that Dusk?" The kitten mewled sleepily, and made for Janine's breast. She smiled, and bared her chest to feed Dusk.

      "You know Strip, if this continues, there may not be too many humans left...they'll all be kitties like you and Mac." They both had a good laugh over this one, such a thing would never come to pass. Would it?

 

THE END

 

 

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