I Was An Alien Cat Toy (5 page)

curl up against in the evening.

Filwui pulled him onto the bed when they were done, and began to rake his claws down Gredar’s

back as Gredar stretched extravagantly on the furs and said, “I hear you’ve been filling Buhi’s head with

nonsense about my technique.” He turned and looked over his shoulder—Filwui’s yellow eyes were full of

mischief, but this was nothing new.

“The kitling’s a little gullible—is that my fault?”

“If my mother learns what you’re telling her grandson, you’ll have to explain yourself to her. The

lad’s more than a handful already—the cheeky brat propositioned me in the street today.” Filwui only

laughed at Gredar’s pout. “You’d think these white hairs would earn me some respect, but no....”

Filwui bent and licked at Gredar’s muzzle where those white hairs told the world that Gredar was an

old daiyne and deserving of kindness. “I respect you,” Filwui growled, and Gredar felt himself tighten with

need again, for all that he’d just spent his lust so forcefully.

He surged and flipped his young mate, pinning him down, biting his neck almost to blood point.

Filwui began to purr, his claws retracting and extending in reflex as he rubbed his groin against Gredar.

Gredar held him down long enough to exert proper dominance, then moved down and licked his unruly lover

to climax while Filwui squirmed and purred and clawed at him.

Gredar loomed over him when he was done. “Respect me always, kitling,” he murmured, rubbing his

face against Filwui’s jaw.

“I can’t. I’m dead.”

Gredar chuckled and rolled off him, keeping a proprietary hand on Filwui’s powerful chest. “So, dead

one, tell me your news.”

They lay together, tails companionably entwined while Filwui brought him up to date, and Gredar

told him all the gossip from the gathering. “And did many females present to you?” Filwui asked, his tail

sliding slyly between Gredar’s legs.

“One or two.” More than Gredar could have expected, actually. He could have sworn at least one of

them was even in her fertile phase, which seemed a little unwise. Gatherings were notoriously wanton affairs,

but he would have thought a fertile female would be looking for a male of proven potency, and not an old

daiyne like himself. “I know you’ve been busy—I don’t even need to ask.”

“It’s my duty to the clan, you know that.”

Gredar poked him. “Duty to your balls, you mean,” and Filwui flicked an ear at him. “You should

come to the next gathering.”

“Can’t. We’ll be raising the new barn and stables soon and that will take at least a moonsweep to

complete. Kadit will eat me if I don’t apply myself.”

“She might well do.”

Filwui nodded absently, his eyes drifting across the room to the jopa. “You still didn’t explain how

you ended up with it. Can I have a look? Kadit never let me get close enough—she said it was too bad-

tempered.”

“It’s not, actually.” Feeling a little guilty at abandoning his pet just as he was trying to settle it in,

Gredar got up and went over to the table under which Kirin was still hiding. “Come on, pretty one—he won’t

hurt you.”

Kirin was reluctant but with a couple of gentle tugs on his leash, he was persuaded to leave his refuge.

Gredar brought him over to the bed, but before he could place him on it, Filwui lifted his hands in protest.

“Careful—they’re dirty things.”

“Kirin’s not, and he’s got lovely manners.”

“That’s not what your mother said.”

“My mother had Buhi looking after him. The idiot doesn’t have the first idea how to care for an

animal or a kit, you know that. Look at him—does he seem dirty? The biggest problem is that he’s probably

cold all the time. Here, let him onto the bed.”

Kirin sat down in his dainty fashion, hands folded over his groin—of course Filwui would notice that.

“Is he hiding something?”

“No, it’s just his way. Shhh, it’s all right, Kirin,” he murmured, tugging his pet’s hands away so

Filwui could see his strange hair arrangement.

“‘Kirin’?”

“Yes, I know. A torgu name for an elsart creature. I might rename him. Right now, I’m just settling

him in.” Filwui reached a hand out to touch Kirin’s braid—the jopa flinched and tried to move away from

him. “Don’t tease him—but that reminds me, I was going to tidy this up. Want to help?”

“I’ve never seen such a thing before, on a jopa or anything else.”

“I know. I want to find out more about him—there might be more of his kind and we could breed

them. They’d make excellent trade items at gatherings.”

“Hmmm,” Filwui said, beginning to undo Kirin’s braid as Gredar fetched a brush. Kirin clearly didn’t

like someone else being in the room, but considering his nervousness, he was behaving beautifully.

Filwui had shifted his exploration from Kirin’s hair to his body—his lower body. As Kirin sat rigid,

his paws in tight fists, Filwui stroked his fingers over those peculiar genitals. “Strange, very strange. Look—

he’s getting excited.”

“I don’t think he likes you touching him like that,” Gredar protested mildly.

“Nonsense—he’s enjoying it. See? His kala is hard. Maybe we should find him a female to fuck. Poor

thing will be lonely if we don’t get him mated.”

Gredar very much doubted Kirin’s welfare was of any real interest to Filwui—his kala was though. It

was a strange thing—blunt and rather thick, as thick and nearly as long as an adult daiyne’s even though the

jopa’s body was less than half the size of any grown member of their clan. And it was also odd that the kala

was hard without there being anything there for Kirin to fuck. Gredar tried to remember what a jopa’s kala

normally looked like, but he had to confess he’d paid little attention to the animals before now, and their

genitals were hidden in thick fur just as a daiyne’s was. It might be that any jopa would look like this if they

were shaved—he’d have to ask Jilen about it.

Filwui suddenly bent and sniffed hard at Kirin’s kala, then licked it, making Gredar’s pet cry out.

Gredar touched Filwui’s shoulder. “What are you—?”

“It’s...Gredar, you have to....” Filwui’s voice was rather strangled and harsh. He ran his hand roughly

over Kirin’s groin then shoved it into Gredar’s face, against his nose. “Can’t you smell it? Taste it?”

It was...rather musky, salty, and not particularly pleasant. “Filwui, I don’t....”

Suddenly, it hit, like...having claws in his hips and a tongue on his kala...he felt hot and desperate

to.... “Paznitl! Filwui, I need....”

“Me too!” Filwui bent over the bed, his swishing tail demanding attention. “Now! Gredar!”

Gredar needed no urging, finding Filwui’s taeng open and ready for him, but even as he fucked

Filwui so hard he was sure he had to be causing an injury, he was amazed at his reaction. What was in

Kirin’s scent that was so potent?

He spent very quickly, his hips jerking in the aftershocks, and then, exhausted from the sudden

passion and lust so rapidly sated, he hung over his lover’s body like a gutted kizaz. His pet, tethered too close

to them for comfort, had retreated to the extent of the leash and was watching him warily with wide eyes, his

unbound hair all around his body. “Sorry, Kirin,” Gredar murmured, apologising for frightening him.

“Never mind your paznit animal, get off me.”

Gredar growled at the blatant disrespect from his inferior, and dug a reprimanding claw in Filwui’s

haunch, making him whine, before climbing off him.

Filwui flopped on the bed. “That was....”

“Most peculiar,” Gredar said, sitting next to him. His kala still twitched as if it would be ready for

another round. He didn’t know where the energy for this was coming from at all.

“I was going to say, ‘wonderful’.” Filwui flicked an ear at him. “I have a new appreciation for why

you wanted this thing for a pet. Does your mother know about this?”

“No, and you’re not to tell her.”

Filwui sat up on his elbows to look at him. “Why not?”

“Because it’s...torgu.”

Filwui scoffed. “It’s not. It’s just another oddity about your pet. Now if we could put whatever it is he

produces into a pot, we could increase the clan wealth a thousand fold overnight! Lend him to me so I can....”

“No. Leave him alone, Filwui. I won’t have him milked. He’s too...rare for that.”

“Exactly. A rarity to exploit.”

Gredar growled in warning, really annoyed. “No. I have spoken, kitling.”

“I’m sorry.” Filwui’s tail coiled around Gredar submissively. “I was just...surprised by all that.”

“Me too.” Gredar moved closer to his pet, and got hold of his leash. “I need to finish settling him in

and then I’ve got work to do—I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Filwui cocked his head as if he hadn’t been expecting a dismissal, but Gredar hadn’t been back a sun

pass and he’d told the simple truth. He was only waiting for Kirin’s bed and toilet box to be brought up, and

then he had to get on.

“Tomorrow then.” Filwui reached over and patted Kirin on the head. “Farewell, baldy.”

“Filwui....”

“Going—see you!”

Gredar flicked his tail in amused irritation as his grooming mate departed. “Isn’t he mean, Kirin?” He

stroked his pet’s face. “Now, let me sort out all this elsart hair of yours and you can rest while I work.”

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The new male had handled him carelessly and painfully and though ‘Xexe’ seemed less than happy

with that, he hadn’t stopped him. That was when Temin realised his smugness over manipulating his new

owner was ridiculous. Had he really thought he could make these beasts do a damn thing they didn’t want?

He was just a toy to them. He could still feel the paws—the fingers—of the other male on him, stimulating

him against his will, the rough tongue on his dick making him hard even through his terror at what was going

to happen to him. And then those huge bodies rutting almost on top of him, coming close to crushing him—

he really thought he’d been about to die. He was still shaking.

But now Xexe was trying to soothe him by grooming him, and if Temin was to be a good little pet, he

would have to be soothed, even though he couldn’t stop trembling. He desperately wanted to cover himself,

win some privacy, but pets didn’t have privacy—who’d think they needed it?

As he brushed and braided Temin’s hair, Xexe made little chirruping noises that sounded enquiring in

tone—but Temin didn’t know if his owner was asking him if he was all right, telling him to settle the sheft

down, or something else. He clenched his fists and bit back the sudden urge to scream and scream his

frustration until his throat broke—it would do no good, and undo the progress he’d made, little as it was.

Xexe’s hands on his hair, so slow and careful for all their enormous size, reminded him of Jeng, and

that memory, twisted up though it was with one of unwelcome alien hands on him, made his chest ache and

his eyes get itchy. He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide it from his master, trying to keep at least

this for himself, but it was in vain. His hands were tugged away, though not with any violence, and a pair of

huge green eyes peered at him. Temin could make nothing of the cat’s expression—he knew enough about

the domestic ones to know that what owners saw as amusement or hauteur were nothing of the kind.

“Go away,” he said, voice clogged, more for his own benefit than because he expected the creature to

understand. “Why don’t you eat me or leave me alone?” He rubbed at his face. Maybe he was finally having

the nervous breakdown he was surely owed after all this.

Xexe made a weird little growl, then pushed on Temin’s shoulder, the command to lie down very

clear. He had no choice but to obey, but he began to shake again. He really was cracking up—he felt cold,

and so very tired, and he half thought of provoking this beast into killing him. One bite from those massive

teeth—couldn’t hurt for too long, could it? But he couldn’t make himself move, as Xexe arranged him on the

furs of his own bed, and began to stroke him with his fingers, claws carefully retracted, down his arm, his

side, his back. It was the same thing he’d done with the kittens downstairs—intended to calm and comfort.

So Xexe had at least understood he was upset. That was something.

Temin stared up at his owner, who stared back, furred face inscrutable, his vocalisations silenced for

now, the only clue to his mood the twitching tip of his luxurious tail, coiled over his thigh. Temin found

himself becoming mesmerised by the slow, continuous stroking, and that tiny tail flick, and his breathing

eased, as did his shaking.

“I’m not a pet,” he said to Xexe, who only chirruped back as he kept up his caresses. He reached out a

hand and touched the flicking tail—such gorgeous, soft fur they all had, the guard hairs tipped with deepest

black, the roots and underfur a pure cream, the overall effect a tawny perfection. There was some variation

between individuals, some were a little darker than others, some had spots here and there. Some had the

suggestion of faint striping, especially in the females, and Xexe seemed to have more white on his muzzle

than the creepy male who’d come calling. Was that one Xexe’s lover? Hard to tell when they all fucked so

often and so casually.

The tail tuft felt so soft against his hand, and the bed furs thick and yielding under him. For the first

time in...well, since before he’d crashed, he was warm and comfortable. He yawned, startling himself and

Xexe who gave a little yowl of surprise. He clamped his mouth shut, afraid what a display of teeth might