FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Any references or connections you may see here are purly accidental. This story is adult themed and is intended for mature audiences only.

There are times when sheer loneliness can become your worst enemy.

It has been five years...

Five god damn years of forced military service...

Five years of polishing already shining rifles, washing the already shining officer shuttles while cleaning landing sites already sterilized by cleaningbots...

Five good years of wasted time and youth...

Now I was finally free!

Technically speaking however, It was still going to be a long way home to earth.

Being stationed at one of the most remote military outposts the empire had to offer had to have its perks they had said, there probably isn`t much work for an ensign like you they had said...

What a load of crap...

Reaching home would take me at least six months, depending if I would be able to catch the next civil FTL-Transport, which is going to launch in a few hours. Missing it would gift me with additional three months of wasted time on this god forsaken farmworld.

I didn't knew why the United Forces had decided to build the military Spaceport about six hundred klicks away from the next civil space elevator. Bet it was probably to discourage any inspection force to to even think about making a little surprise visit now and then.

G43BAU

That's what they called this shitty excuse for a planet. It had been colonized nearly a century ago and nobody had even come to name it after someone or something important. The whole population counted less people necessary to fill even a medium sized city on an urbanized planet. What made matters worse was the fact that more than half of them weren`t even human. Not that I was a specicist or anything, but who likes beeing part of a minority?

The temperature warnings of my Speeder practically howled at me as I drove down on what was with a great chance the only highway this world possessed. Just four ridiculously wide lanes, two of which were reserved for the Harvester units. And except for some of those annoying big and loud farming drones, I have yet to meet another vehicle on this seemingly endless road.

I could see the space elevator up in the distance, occupying the blank sky like a curved pillar. It was pretty hard thing to miss. G43 was orbiting around a nearly white Class F Star, which in turn was giving the sky a bland and almost lifeless silvery-greyish look, just like a cloudy autumn day on earth. Except that there were no clouds. There were no signs of shuttles or any other possible aircraft's either. Just a vast flat, perfect landscape filled with crops, livestock and ever diligent farmbots.

I was driving like a madman. Fortunately my military codes hadn't been revoked yet, which in turn allowed me to overclock the vehicle way beyond his allowed specifications. I knew that I was practically committing a crime worthy for military court, but considering that the planet didn't even had a police force outside his major settlements, much less a military one was putting my mind at ease.

Still, it felt like the Speeder was loosing momentum.

Looking at the mirrors made me realize that there was smoke coming from the back mounted electric engine, accompanied by the smell of burned electronics.

Cursing, I stopped the four wheeler in the middle of the Road. There were still over three hundred kilometers to cover. There was no way I could possibly make that on foot.

I was by no means a mechanic, but considering that the engine block looked and smelled like a piece of charcoal, I might have rendered it 'inoperable' for further use.

Bye Bye six months in space.

Hello three more months of nothingness…

I could see a Harvester unit driving past me at breakneck speed. For a moment, I thought of hijacking it…

then I realized that it would be a bad think for your health if you get overrun by a drone in the size of a small building.

I also strongly doubted that there was any insurance in the wide universe, which would be willing to pay for an accident caused by utter stupidity.

For the lack of a better phrasing, I was stranded for good.

Looking at my ComLink got me, at least, a small relief. I still had a satellite connection!

I was about to call the Homebase, but stopped as I realized that my abuse of military codes was the sole reason the Speeder`s engine had been fried. No, it had to be a civil mechanic. If needed I would push that thing myself all the way to the next available settlement.

Luckily there was just one Mechanic Workshop listened not far away.

Fel`s Fastest Repair! The best vehicle service! (And probably the only one for miles to come!)

I couldn't prevent a chuckle at the sight of the slogan. All that was left to do now was to send them my the distress call.

As soon as my comlink sounded in acceptance, I devoted myself to the most notorious military exercise of them all:

Waiting for something to happen…

It didn't take long for me to doze of while watching the space elevator in the distance. The upper station was no more than a small docking port, and I swear I saw small receding blue light from the top that confirmed my inner worries.

The FTL-Transport had left…

The sound of a foreign engine suddenly ripped me awake. It didn't sounded like a Harvester, but rather like a low flying shuttle…

… And it almost looked like one.

Or at least, it bore a resmblence to one. In hinsight, it was nothing more than a simple platform, stripped onto some Mag-Lev Shuttle units. It was also extremly large for a grounded vehicle and probably made to carry a broken Harvester (or two). My Speeder was hauled with a little less care than I would have liked just after it had stopped, but those automated cranes didn't look like they were adjusted for more delicate vehicles. The drivers cab looked almost comically small on the gargantuan platform, it was probably meant for no more than one person. And even then the said person wouldn't have been able to sit in there with a drasticly large amount of comfort.

Out of said cabin, however, emerged someone... or rather... something I had hoped to avoid meeting since I've been stationed here.

She…,

Or… He?

Let`s

stick with:

It...

greeted me as it emerged from the small cabin. I couldn't guess it's gender, because it simply lacked any distinctive features I knew.

Standing on what looked like digitigrade legs and half dressed in a way too baggy-looking, but clean overall was one of the nonhuman inhabitants of this world. It waved at me while trying to muster a smile on its face… Or rather… on its snout.

Tankbreeds...

Spacerats…

or Hybrids…

You can call them what you want. They are not allowed to show offense to any of those designations. We used a lot more names for them in the military, none of them were pretty, or at least somehow respectful. Until the last century, the Empire had used those artificial created lifeforms as a cheap means of frontier colonization and, of course, as cannonfodder in their petty little wars. Nowadays things like that are mostly done by robots and A.I systems, making the purpose of those Hybrids slowly obsolete. In some Systems, they have been given a full amnesty, while in others, like Sol, they have been banned for good. There are also still economic blocks in this time and age that continue to rely on them as a force of cheap labor, or even continue breeding and using them as slaves for the sheer amusement of the rich.

This was the first time I had to deal with them on a personal basis.

Boarding the hovering platform with a single leap, I strolled towards my otherworldly savior. I tried to look as casual as possible, but failed miserably in doing so. My steel boots played the metal beneath me like a steel drum and I practically saw how the brightness slowly left it's spotted face.

To me, the creature looked like the offspring of a drunken hilbilly who had manged to impregnate a wildcat…

Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a little.

It's frame looked a lot leaner than those of most women I had ever seen. A long and spotted tail was arbitrary swinging behind him and it looked like the yellow furred cat was trying his hardest to make it stay in one place.

Standing in front of him made me not only aware of the alienated build it possessed, but also of his diminutive statue. The lean hybrid was dwarfing me by at least two heads.

The cat's teeth looked like they would better belong to a predator than into the whiskered muzzle of that semi sentient lifeform. It's green eyes had fixated on me as soon as I came near, mustering me with the same curiosity as I mustered him.

“C..can you speak?"

I looked at it dumbfounded “...What?"

It mustered me with a concerned look, but it could have also been one of surprise. I couldn't tell…

“L...look…" it stopped me as he procured a small ComLink from one of it's pockets.

“S...Someone had send me a distress call… I am.. Fel. From Fel`s Fastest Repair…

… I know, it may sounds rather cliche`d, but it used to be a family business...Now, was it you who send out that civil distress call?"

As if someone had popped a balloon next to me, I jolted up, startling the Hybrid.

“Yes! Yes! That was me! My Speeder.. uhm.. suddenly gave out in the middle of the Road. T..Thanks for picking me up. My name is Cassius, by the way. Miss… Fel?"

I watched the thing as she leaned a little to my left to look past my shoulder. A strange whistleing sound escaped her alien lips.

“Shot! It looks more like you managed to fry the engine. Those things are build to last trice the strain a speeder could possibly put on it."

Nervously, I combed trough my short blond hair. “Well… maybe… Look can you fix it up or not?

The Cat just chuckled with an almost purring sound. “N...not on the Road. Don't even know if I can make all those fancy square parts in my workshop. I usually get paid extra for fixinup Harvesterbots, not some fancy human Sportscar. Its also going to be way past closing time when we get back. So don't expect me to fix it today."

With a few swipes on the ComLink, the Mag-Lev units howled out yet again, before succumbing to a more mundane humming sound and we were on track again just a few moments later. With The autopilot seemed to know which way to go, I would have expected the cat-like Tankbreed to start inspecting my Speeder right away, but the only thing that lazy Hybrid did was laying down on the scraped metal surface of his behemoth sized wrecker, going for a nap.

Was it not for the fact that the thng wasn`t really a person, it would have made a fine soldier.

Then, its eyes suddenly popped open again as he grinned at me in an almost mocking fashion. “Oh, and by the way…"

“Y...Yes?"

“It's mister Fel, not miss."

The redness on my face wouldn't leave me until we had reached his workshop.

By the time we arrived at what could only be called a construction hall.

The building itself was nothing more than a rather obnoxious looking cube of metal, secluded amidst the seemingly endless fields of corn and grain.It looked like it was build solely for a functional purpose, for it lacked anything that could have even remotely been called architecture.

The workshop building was large enough to hold at least six of those Harvester units, but it was currently filled with just a single one. A few constructionbots flew constantly around them like a flock of ever diligent worker bees. Washing, dusting and repairing the aged automaton.

The mechanical arm of his platform unloaded my car in with the same undignified fashion in which it had been previously loaded, all while a few football sized cleaning drones flew past me.

“If those bots do all the work, then what kind of work do you even do in order to get paid?"

The cheetah chuckled as the inspected the hoover platform for possible maintenance. “Because those drones are my private property, meaning they work for me, and no one else. They belong to me like the rest of this workshop."

Surprised, I pointed at the newer looking Harvester drones. “That thing too?"

Fel looked like he was about to loose his balance as he tried to crane his head quite a bit further than his neck allowed. But his Tail looked like it provided just enough counterweight to keep him stable.

“Not Old Berry back there, but yes, some of them actually do belong to me. Or rather, my family. Bet it must be surprising for an outworld human like you to see some spacerat like me owning a little bit more than the fur on his body."

I turned my eyes towards the unusual looking elevator at the back of the workshop to avoid his nearly bickering gaze. I felt a strong need to apologize for my insensitivity, even trough that thing wasn`t even a truly human being. Nevertheless, the statement he had made felt so on point, that I didn't knew how I could possibly manage responding to it without grinding myself further into the dirt. It would be unwise to anger my saviour and generous host for the night.

A whispered “s...sorry." was all I could muster.

A soft 'clong' noise made me spin around. Fel had jumped of the metal platform in an surprisingly high arc. Gacefully and without a care in the world he landed next to me in a rather feral manner on all four of his furred limbs, matching with the grace of an agile housecat.

Idly squatting beside me, he wore a goofy grin that suddenly defied his previous, seemingly adult behavior.

He almost looked… cute…

In a weird kind of way.

“Don't sweat it. Most of your folks don't even dare speaking with someone like me. Or rather... my kind". He paused. "Last human I had to service treated me like nothin`more than some stupid drone! Nearly demanded free service too. Those militia guys at the Outpost are the worst, let me tell ya! But..." he took a deep breath in what looked like an attempt to calm his agitated mind. " It's refreshing to have a civil customer for once. At least someone who is willing to offer a decend conversation."

Gulping, I tried to look like I had overheard his little pointer, but it was no use. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, The Feline suddenly rose. If it was his attempt to intimidate me, then he had fallen short by at least two heads.

“You still ARE going to pay for it, won't you?"

I had to admit that the fangs he tried to bare at me looked... dangerous at last. Combined with the claws he was trying his hardest to keep sheathed, he could have passed as a weapon on his own. But then again, his thin arms and flat chest looked like a single punch could incapacitate him as well…

“O..Of Course." I quickly replied. "II-f I had to scram you, I would have flown off with that fancy mag-lev platform over there." I chuckled as i pointed at the behemoth.

Just a few seconds later his own little charade broke and he was behaving more like some unattended kid in an amusement park full of his favorite mascots.

“You wouldn't dare! I can run twice as fast as old Simone over there."

Chuckling, I rolled my eyes.

“Do you by any chance... name all of your cars and drones?"

Blushing, he looked away for a second.

“It gets... lonely here from time to time… And actually..., you are the first visitor I had in a couple of months that is up for some conversation."

The look on his face grew sad for a moment. But he caught himself quickly, even trough it looked forced. “Anyways. Its been a while since someone had the opportunity to be my guest. Let me show you the roof!"

“The… roof?"

Fel waved a furred paw, gesturing me to follow him. “If you want to sleep next to old Simone or the material printer, that`s fine for me too."

Thinking about it, the offer he made didn't sounded half bad, at least for a moment. Fel`s round ears suddenly twitched. “Did I mention that there is a fresh shipment of beer on the roof?

I followed his tail faster up the elevator than a mice would follow a trail of cheese.

The view was… surprisingly boring. Even with elevation, all I could see was the same boring and cloudless sky, the same fields of grain and livestock… and of course…

… the space elevator rising up in the distance.

What surprised me however, was that the roof of Fel`s workshop was filled with furniture! Mountains of pillows next to couches, a few canape's, some Holo-Players, a few triangular boxes that locked like they housed some kind of sound system and even a small garden, accompanied by a large kitchen.

It was certainly the most decadent use of free space I had ever laid my eyes on.

The Cheetah chuckled beside me as I marveled the palace he so denouncingly called 'the roof'.

I mean… frankly speeking it WAS just a roof. But compared to my own old spacious home, his one was at least ten times larger.

“Surprised?" He suddenly asked.

“Fully mind blown would have been the better phrasing. How do you protect that stuff from bad weather?"

Fel suddenly gace me the look of a concerned counselor.

“My family has made a habit of counting up every cloud they have seen here. It was always a call for celebration. Can you guess how many celebrations we had?"

Not really thinking, I just gave him the first number that popped in my head.

“four thousand and twenty seven!"

(It was just the plate number of my speeder.)

Fel just cleaned himself with a freshly licked paw as he stopped midway.

“S..Sorry… old habits…" He coughed slightly. “Anyway. The answer is…

Four."

“Four what?" I asked, not quite believing his statement.

“Four clouds that stayed longer for an hour." he smiled. “The weather in this area is fully controlled, and the water for the fields is pumped up straight up from a subterrain lake. My Mom always told me that Gau has everything we need. There is no need for the heavens to help out."

“Gau?" I asked

“Gardenworld forty three, located in the edge of the BAU-Starcluster. Or simply: Gau as we locals tend to call it. It's one of the of the most remote Garden Worlds you can find." I simply nodded as his explanation.

I could see his tail flick at the notion of my species.

“You humans are truly arbitrary creatures. You guys have managed to travel the whole universe. Yet some of the most expansive luxuries your kind craves is the desire for personal space in your overpopulated, cramped cities. As if there is not enough of it to be found elsewherein the galaxy!"

Silence.

I suddenly felt the need to punch myself as hard as I possibly could for my own prejudice I had harbored against Fel. He was more human than i had been in my past five years.

“Are you alright?"

“Yeah. I`m just… tired. I has been a long day."

The cat beckoned me to the nearest couch. I shuddered as I felt his paw on my shoulder. “Take it easy then. Come, have a seat."

Even trough my shirt, it felt oddly warm and comforting.

“Didn't I tell you to be my guest? Our folk tends to take such things seriously."

A moan escaped my lips as I dropped myself onto the heavy looking, dark blue colored couch without any remaining dignity.

“Does that mean you'll get me my beer?"

Fel gave me a deadpan look.

“You sure are pushing your luck… Cas!"

Leaning myself back against the softest pillow on the planet, I couldn't stop to chuckle back at him.

“Didn't you tell me to take take it easy?"

A feral grin was plastered across his face.

“Touché. At least, let me get decent first. I want to get out of this smelly piece of garbage as soon as possible."

I watched him wander of, but averted my gaze as soon as i realized that his 'roof' included a working shower as well.

I´ts not that i wasn`t used to shared bathrooms, but the thought of a naked hybrid still unsettled me for some reason.

The sound of the kaskading droplets of water, mixed with the plesant breeze of a slowly fading day lulled me into slumber...

I suddenly shrieked in a rather unmanly fashion as something cold pressed against my cheek. Turning around made me nearly shriek again.

Fel was behind me, holding a cold can of beer at my face. I could still see small droplets of water vaporing on it`s metalic surface.

My imidiate reaction would have been to go for the beverage and thank Fel from the bottom of my heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that cat was naked…

butt naked.

Adding the fact that his animalistic looking scrotum was hanging right in front of my eyes...

I couldn't do much else but stare...

Compared to his spotted chest, his private parts had no pattern, just a thin layer of yellow fur. His balls looked rather human, alas a bit more swollen and prominent. They would be hard to ignore, even if they weren`t just inches away from my face. What wondered me most was the absence of...

...well...

... his dick...

it almost looked that there was no tool accompanied to his tight hanging ballsack...i was wondering if...

"It`s rude to stare without permission, even for our kind."

His voice suddenly broke me from my trance as I absently grabbed the beercan he presented me. A large blush was forming evidently on my face.

Without even wasting the fraction of a second, Fel leaped on the couch from behind. Opening his can like nothing had happened he grinned at me while raising it.

"To another day wasted!"

Chuckling, I gave in.

"To another day wasted it is."

The uneasiness I harbored towards his nudity simply drowned in the face of mild conversation and tasty beverage. Fel told me that it was a local brand. And I couldn't even remember the last time I wasted my money on a drink that wasn't made up from chemicals and artificial nutrients. As the evening grew longer, our conversations started to get lewder. Fel was surprisingly interested in anything… well… personally human related. He asked me about my home world, my past and then even about things like human hygiene and… even more personal matters at hand.

“How come you humans never undress? Even at the end of your work cycle, you guy's still insist on wearing heavy garments."

I took a large sip to empty yet another can. I had lost count on how many I had already emptied, but damn… that stuff he had tasted amazingly good!

“Well, because I don't want to wave my junk around all day in front of other people. And besides, some people are better left clothed."

Fel chuckled too. “That is true too I suppose. I am always amazed how much you humans can change your appearance simply by varying on your muscles and fat alone. My kind could never do that."

My eyes darted yet again over his lean body. Fel sure had an appeal on his own…

I choked on my beer as the thought passed my mind. The cat in return didn't even dare to help me. Instead, he was laying his head back to laugh at my predicament in the most uncouth manner imaginable.

“Ha! Told you not to stare that much!"

With my trachea sealed by a healthy dose of booze, all the answers I could give him was more wheezing and chocking noises, which in return finally made the feisty feline finally help me out with a few hearty slaps on my back.

Although I had to admit they felt more like a caring touch than actual slapping.

“Ya alright?" He suddenly asked. His voice carrying a certain undertone of remorse in his voice.

“I`m fine… Not thanks to you trough."

Fel seemed to be taken aback by my statement as she suddenly shifted to a more distant position on the couch.

The sudden silence felt awkward. The Cheetah had his head hanging low while grabbing his own can loosely between his two yellow paws.

“C...Come on now. That sounded a lot worse than it was meant to be. R...Really… We made a lot of jokes like that back at the outpost…

Again, Silence

His furred head suddenly snapped in my direction.

“Cas! You ARE with the military then. Just when were you going to tell me that detail of yours?!" Fels outburst sounded more like a snarl, while his visage had taken on a rather beastly looking appearance.

Flinching at his sudden outburst, I pressed myself as far into the dark couch as possible. A defense mechanism, sure. But I never even once thought that the small Hybrid could intimidate me with his sheer presence alone.

I felt the urge to flee, if only for a second.

“Calm the fuck down Fel! I never said that I AM with the military. I was just discharged today. For a homeworld dweller like me, it's either five years of service or off to the outer colonies. It's not like I had a choice!"

We were both breathing heavily as we tried to stare each other down. Just a little spark would have been enough to ignite us like a crate of unattended gunpowder.

Then I saw red!

Or rather… something red.

Slowly, I lifted my finger to point at the small reddish dot between Fel`s legs, just above his… well,

his furred balls.

“Are you… bleeding or something?"

As the poor Feline looked down, all his anger evaporated into an aura of shame, as he quickly tried to hide his slowly emerging erection with his paws.

“D...Damn… This happens every single time… fuck…goddamnyou you…."

His swearing soon reached a level were even the most hard boiled soldier would have pretended not to listen.

With the situation turned from worse to weird in under a minute, the only thing I could do was stare at him and chuckle at his more and more childish looking behavior. His blushing face was just the topping.

“I`m… damn… C...could you pretend to have seen any of that?"

I smiled. “Only if you calm the fuck down. No one is threatening you."

Fel had his paws still firmly attached between his legs.

“S..sorry. I… hadn't had someone to speak to for quite a while. I still hate you military guys, but...shit...just… sorry… okay?"

A warm breeze of air swirled around us. Fels large, catlike eyes now looked a little moister than I remembered, while his round ears pressed flat on his skull. Even his unpredictable tail hung limply beside him.

I had to change the mood somehow. “C...Care to tell me why me being with the military has put you that much on the edge… and why it evoked the spirits in your..."

I paused for a moment to point at Fel`s private parts yet again.

“… neither regions?"

A blush was slowly forming on his feral face as he stared back at me. I I wouldn't know it any better, I would say he was…

pouting…

“Because you guys are the worst! You have no respect towards my kind, you try to avoid my repairing fees and worst of all..."

he paused.

“Worst of all… every time you guys want something done you treat me like a god damn drone! No conversation. No greeting… Just a 'Do you job Mutant' or… ' Better do your job quickly, Tankbreed'. I am sick of being seen as nothing more some spotted tool to you humans!"

I was about to offer an apology, as he stopped me with a swipe of his paw, while his other one still fiercely guarded his private area.

“I know… you are not to blame. You the first human I've ever met who didn't treated me like garbage...And I may have… overreacted a little. I felt… betrayed somehow. You are not to blame for that. I`m sorry."

Fel suddenly blushed again. “As for my other… predicament. Our folk tend to get excited rather quickly. It's… not something that we are proud of but… if you weren't here I would have… already taken care of that..."

Blushing, I looked away in embarrassment.

“If..If it helps, I...I know how you feel. Being caged without some private space while being horny as hell is something I can comprehend..."

Fel looked back at me. His muzzle looked like some of his life had finally managed returned onto it.

“W...Well, i..it's not like I have problems with watching...But you humans tend to be easily offended."

I had to stifle a hearty laugh. “That's what you are afraid of? To offend me?"

Fel looked at me with the roundest kitty eyes he could probably manage.

“Y...yes? Does that mean you wouldn't mind if I…"

Now it was my turn to blush again. I never really thought that the little Cheetah could be such a turn on. Heck, if I had these very same thoughts of him just a few hours early I would have been disgusted at myself.

“Nah… I wouldn't even care If you would do it in my lap at this moment...just… do what you feel like..."

As if on cue, Fel started to creep closer… his hands still between his legs.

“What… are you doi…" was all I could muster before the horny feline litterly plopped himself into my lap.

“Y.You said it was okay… right?"

Still flabbergasted by his behavior all I could do was nod as is could feel the swishing motions of his ever excited tail on my belly.

I tensed as he ever so slowly leaned himself back at me to snuggle his smaller frame against me.

Then he let go of his private parts, and I could finally take a glimpse at his erected pole.

And what I saw clearly underwhelmed my expectations.

Just above his now even tighter looking ballsack emerged a small pole from an even smaller sheath. It had barely the size of a thumb and was curved like an insect stinger. The small bumps on his surface glistered with the precum that was already emerging from the tip. The liquid looked translucent in color, almost like water.

“D...Do you want to touch it? I...I w...wouldn't mind."

Startled I looked down at Fel`s turned head. The feline looked as insecure as me, but his large eyes beamed with desire.

Choosing to speak trough my actions, I softly dragged my arms around him, hugging him softly from behind as I pulled him closer to me.

God did he feel soft!

Easing his tension, I slowly dragged my fingers trough his spotted fur, making him moan out in surprise.

That bastard was as soft as he was cute. His moans slowly faded into a mewling sound as he seemed to relax trough the care of my fingertips.

I felt two pairs of bumps of flesh beneath his chestfur, Felt nearly snarled as I lewdly tried to pinch one of them. “Ghn...Careful, these are sensitive..."

Sensitive? His whole body looked more and more like a twitching heap of ecstasy that I had to wonder which part of him was not!

And I hadn't even started on his more personal parts!

As if on cue, Fel suddenly tensed as my hands darted lower. His paws were practically grinding themselves into patches of the couch while his tail tried to run amok between our pressed bodies.

“HmmHA! I..Im sensitive down toohereeAh!"

I chuckled at his moan as my right hand cupped his balls. My own dick was practically exploding in my pants asI watched him mewl out again in pleasure as I played his tight hanging orbs between my fingers.

“Kitty seems to enjoy himself…"

A hearty moan was my answer again as my second hand drifted lower as well.

Carefully I managed to maneuver the tip of my index finger from the base to the very tip of his cute, twitching maleness…

As he suddenly started to trash in my grip like a madman!

“GnaHH, STOP! You are k… killing me... Mnhh!

His face suddenly got the same snarling expression which intimidated me just a few moments ago. Two small spurts of nearly clear liquid shot out of his tip as he buckled and humped against my grip.

The poor cheetah was indeed a fast by nature, considering that he didn't even lasted for a single minute under my care.

He looked tired. Spend, but happy...

“That was… amazing… Normally….'pant' I don't even last that long..."

Smiling, I snuggled the nearly napping Fel closer to me, as I watched the sun slowly setting behind the looming spacelift.

What a lovely day.

Sleep engulfed me as the silver-gray sun finally vanished beyond the horizon. The temperatures of this seemingly never changing Gardenworld were perfect… even at night…

I didn't knew how long I had slept, but since there was no morning roll call to disturb me, it was probably for quite a while.

It was not an alarm, but a delicious smell charmed me awake.

It was the smell of meat, softly roasting over an open fire. Looking around, I saw the cheeky and still naked feline not very far away, swinging a metal pan on what looked like an improvised gasoline cooker. As silent as I could mange, I tried to sneak up on him, grinning all the while. I could see his round ears twitch as I kicked a loose bolt on the floor by accident, watching his rolling movement while inwardly coursing at my own clumsiness.

Luckily, Fel seemed lost enough in his task at had that he didn't reacted otherwise. His tail looked surprisingly calm as I was just mere centimeters behind him.

With a fluid motion that would have made my instructors proud I snatched him from behind. Immediately purring as I combed my fingertips over his soft fur, making him nearly loose the grip on his pan for a moment.

“You totally noticed me, didn't you?" I grinned as I pulled his smaller body closer onto mine.

“Mhh… I heard your steps since you raised yourself like the lazy monkey you are."

I had to stifle a laugh at that. “And yet… you did nothing?"

“And yet, I did nothing..." Fel grinned back.

My hands swiftly darted lower on his form. For a moment I feared that my little action could ruin my free breakfast…

… but I doubted that it would take that long.

To begin a fresh day at the colony with a bacon adored steak was maybe not the healthiest food one could imagine… but god was it delicious.

Since Fel was more used to eat things in a more feral manner, I had to wait a few moments until my meal was could enough. I hadn't expected for him to have fine silverware, but I had hoped that my cute little host possessed at least something that at least resembled a fork.

It was a strange thing watching him eat. While he was eating, cat looked more like… well… a cat than a man as he hunched over that metal bowl, devouring its content faster than I could look.

“I don't even remember the last time I tasted real meat." I jokingly added as I finished the last bite of my steak.

Fel was already cleaning himself like any cat would. “Most of the livestock here are bred to make processed food. Our people can't digest that stuff, so we have to make sure at least some of the food around here stay natural."

I nodded. “Spacefood is made to be nutrient, not tasty. Nowadays, real food is a luxury not everyone can afford, even on planets"

The Cheetah just shook his head. “Then what is the point of living if you don't enjoy it? You Guys created my kind so that you could work even less, then you invented those machines and artificial intelligences so that you don't even need to think for yourselves anymore. Your kind wants to be as lazy as possible. And yet, every human I've ever met is far more diligent and hardworking than I ever will..."

We continued our little discussion as Fel showed me the rest of his 'roof'. There wasn't much to look at. It really was nothing more than the most opulent assortment of napping places which I had ever seen.

“Things are not as they seem. They are what they are." I simply replied.

"Now what does that mean Cas?" Fel replied as he gestured me to lay down it what looked like a basin filled with pillows.

"It means that there is not always some ulterior plan or destiny behind the things that happen around us _._ Our kind just does what it thinks is best. Nothing more."

Fel looked at me questioningly. "Does that mean that you humans are... just a bunch of ambitious idiots?"

I nearly choked at his unexpected answer.

"Guess that's one way to look at it too."

Fel suddenly rolled himself atop of me, grinning down at my face as he sat himself upright on my thigh.

"For example..." he nearly moaned at me as he tried to free me of my shirt. "You humans always were those nasty clothes, even if you don't work... I never saw one of you... naked in front of me _!_"

Gulping, I complied his movements until there was nothing left on me but bare skin... except my underwear. My little cheetah was also without a doubt exceedingly exited to see me naked. His little feline dick glistered with pre and his tail ran haywire behind him.

Still atop of me, the little guy suddenly turned himself around to manually remove my final peace of decency all by himself. My erection practically jumped out of his encasement as soon as Fel pulled it down and I shuddered as his paws softly grasped around my shaft. All I could see spotted bottom and his twitching tail as it danced in front of my eyes.

“Didn't knew your kind could grow so big down there.. I wonder if it tastes as delicious as it looks..."

A sudden feeling in my pole made me inhale sharply as a short, yet unexpectedly painful sensation scraped over it's surface.

Fel only sputtered a short “Wha..!" as I threw him of me by reflex. The cat still looked perplexed at me as I tried to made as much distance as possible.

“A-Are you trying to scrape my dick with sandpaper or something?!"

Fel still looked stunned by my reaction.

“What do you m-mean, I just… kinda licked it. I've seen your kind doing stuff like that on h-holo vision…

Sorry… if I messed up..."

Now he looked as downtrodden as yesterday. Scurrying closer, simple held him as close as I could."

I was a faint sound, but I could hear him sob quietly as he pressed his furred head into my chest. “… My first time with someone...and I already messed it up."

I managed to smile as I combed my hand trough the fur on his head and the little scruffy mane on his neck.

“ __Now Now… I was just… surprised, that's all." I chuckled. “I seems that we are not completely… compatibl_ e_ with each other. Neither of us could have known that."

I looked into his large green eyes as he looked up on me.

Before he could reply anything, I pulled him in for a kiss. Or at least, I tried to. We had our starting problems, considering his oddly formed snout and his little ticklish as hell whiskers, but in the end me managed just fine. His barbed Tongue felt as weird in my mouth as it felt on my prick, but I tried my hardest not to flinch away from it.

Fel`s eyes were still fixed on mine as we parted, locking me into his mesmerizing gaze.

The next feeling I got was a wet sensation on my belly.

“Did you just… pee one me?"

The spotted Feline struggled for a moment, then just looked away with what looked like a blush as I continued to hold him close.

“N-No. It was just a little more excitement than I could handle… but it certainly feels equally embarrassing for me."

Chuckling, I pulled my little kitty in for another kiss.

We spend the rest of the day with a balanced mix of cuddling and light conversation. I learned a lot of him and his past. Fel told me that his grandmother was the only artificial created tank-born Hybrid in their family. As the prime colonization of GAU found it's end, land with virtually no value was given to most of the hybrids for free to culture it, supporting the second colonization Phase. But just Fels family alone managed to turn it into a thriving business.

He grew sad as I asked him why he was all alone in such a gigantic heap of farmland. He told me that shortly after the death of his remaining parent, his brothers and sisters quickly moved into the only existing city on the planet, Fel alone remained. It was human law that forbid hybrids the ownership of completely automated facilities, turning the poor Feline into nothing more than a simple figurehead for his family.

My own little predicament of having to spend three more months on the planet on the other hand filled him with the glee of a child getting a birthday present.

By noon, we were back at the large blue couch I had used as resting place. It was my turn to get some new cans of beer.

As soon as I returned to the couch however, I nearly lost my grip I had on the cans. Fel had managed to surprise me yet again.

With his feet on the ground and his body stretched over the armrest as lewd as possible, the spotted feline displayed me every little detail of his graceful appearance. His tail stood erected as well, taunting me to look at its base and the little pink ring of flesh beneath it.

His head was turned to the side, judging my reaction with a large grin on his face.

“I… figured out another way we could have… some fun."

Gulping, I drew closer. I felt the need to object an act that made him look so… vulnerable,

but the tent I spotted in my trousers defied those pesky morals.

“Are you… sure? Will it even...fit?"

Fel still grinned at me in his predatory fashion. “We don't know unless we try. And besides, it's not that I am without experience. There is a bottle of lube next to the holoplayer, just make use of that!"

Chuckling, I grabbed for the small bottle. It was filled with a strange, organic looking paste. Noticing my hesitation, Fel started to wiggle his cute little but at me while nearly snarling at me.

“ __For fucks sake! Hurry it up, will ya? That stuff is mostly made from Starch. Trust me, it's save."

I just shook my head at his little outburst. If Fel wanted to play a little rough and fast , then I had no reason to object.

Grinning, I used my left had to grab his still lifted tail, making the poor cheetah moan as I maneuvered his body in an even more helpless position. To my surprise, he complied without even making the littlest gesture of protest.

Then, a demanding and much more feral sounding growl escaped him as I lubed his little hole in a purposely slow manner. I could feel him trembling as he nervously t __i_ p-toed with his hindpaws for the upcoming experience. His upper body was still tightly pressed onto the dark blue couch_ and I took a few seconds to marvel at hos more than submissive gesture. His round ears were pressed flatly atop of his skull, while his feline muzzle had taken the very same beastly looking, snarling mimic he had shown me yesterday.

Maybe it was the only pleasure filled expression that he could make, yet to me, it almost looked like he was trying to pounce some invisible prey.

His rumbling got even louder as I slowly entered my first digit into him. My second hand had sill fixated his rump at the base of his tail, holding him in a position that was just right between relaxed and uncomfortable. My process was slow, as I didn't wanted to have him endure more pain than he had to.

What is the value of pleasure if there was no pain endured while gaining it?

The intermingle between th __e_ se two feelings i_s what can grant true satisfaction. Everything else just clenches some urge.

And Fel deserved better than that!

Deeper and deeper I probed him as his mewls, purrs and growls suddenly climaxed into one single, long drawn howl.

He clenched tightly around my single finger, almost grabbing it. Holding still while using his tail as my means of a steering wheel, I marveled his twitching, exotic form.

Then he just howled out in what looked in surprise, as I added another one of my fingers into his tight and surprisingly clean pucker, repeating our little dance from the first step with added sensation. He was struggling for a moment, but made no motion to escaping my grasp. His eyes however, were now locked onto mine. I could see every fiber of excitement as I watched his pupils widen. Rubbing against his even more sensitive pleasure spot got him on the edge yet again. His howl had subsided into a long drawn snarl. Fel was panting hard now, but looked even more eager to continue our little bout. His ears flinched at the sound of my trousers hitting the floor. We both knew what was coming, but my hungry little Feline looked like the need for another body, pressing tightly onto his own lithe form was consuming his very beating of heart.

Without any notion or signal, I pressed myself into him.

Even with the drawn out foreplay, the tightness and sudden heat I felt was almost unnatural. Slowly, I dragged my hands upward to grab his hips. Fels snarls had finally grown into soft purrs as I delightfully massaged every part my hands could reach while softly pushing my cock deeper into the foreign cocoon of flesh and heat. My motions had stopped as soon as I was fully sheathed inside of him. The poor cat looked like he was on the bring of loosing himself again.

With a smirk, my hand drew down on his thigh, Grasping his ballsack and the pecker it sprouted. The thin fur felt mattered and wet, while the texture of his dick had the same awkward rough texture than his tongue. Fel was nearly gurgling as my combined assault on his even more sensitive pleasure spots made him spurt again. His movements felt weaker, and his normally overexcited tail was limply winging against my belly.

Smiling, I pressed him into the couch with a firmness he almost seemed to crave. Again he growled out as he sot me a feral grin that invited me into my final performance.

I pulled out just a little, then pressing myself into him again as fast as I could while moaning his name.

The feisty feline seemed to sum up his last bits of endurance to entice me as he squirmed and buckled against me while purring and snarling in sheer excitement.

As my trusts grew harsher, Fel suddenly grew stiff, as if he was fighting against the unavoidable out come.

It was a futile effort. Again, he snarled with the same lusty as he pushed back against my trusting form, and I lost myself as well.

In a quick and irresponsible motion, I latched myself atop of his back, hugging him tightly while pushing his smaller form against the armrest, making the antique furniture groan in discomfort.

I was willing him with all of my pend up needs at once, making the feline mewl again weakly as I made him mine.

Then we just… stayed.

Neither of us said anything, alas Fel looked like he hadn't had left the strength do so, even if he wanted.

Slowly and carefully, I pulled myself back. A quick glance at his used hole assured me that he was fine, even trough a few strains of cum slowly rinsed down on his already mattered thighfur.

Carefully, I lifted him up cradling him up against my body while whispering in his ear how great he was. I dropped us down on the first larger resting place I found.

His pillow basin was the best resting place I ever had.

Fel, of course, clung to me like like a child on his mother, refusing to let me go for even a second. I kissed him again on the forehead, petting him on all the places I assumed he liked as I watched him sleeping soundly atop of me.

“Cas! Quick! You need to see this!"

Sighing, I wiped away the sweat on my forehead as I made my way to the roof of Fel`s Workshop. It has been a month since I had started to work at his shop. He liked the fact that he now had some poor employee to boss around. He used his position more than once to entrap me in one of his perverted little roleplay acts. Clearly a violation of working rights!

It was not that I had ever objected even one of his orders, trough.

Panting hard as I took the last stair to my so called home, I got greeted by a tense looking (and surprisingly dressed) Fel.

“If that's one of your ideas, then we could have made out on the elevator instead..."

Fels reaction was… unnatural serious, as he beckoned me in front of the Holoplayer.

“ __What?_ ,_ N-No… _._ Take a l-l_ ook at that news feed! That's your home planet, isn't it?"_

Still dumbfounded, I approached the player. It was the feed of Solnews, a conservative orientated news feed. It surprised me that Fel even watched those, considering that doing so was probably illegal for someone like him within the core Systems. A charmingly female sounding, synthetic voice however, got my attention faster than Fel`s sweet 'You know what do!' face.

“… has launched a new offensive against the United Federation Spheres, The fifthand eight autonomous Spacefleet are already speculated to engage the enemy within the next few hours. All civil reservists and military personal available within the core sectors are to report for counter ground offensives and logistic support. I reppeat, all milita..."

Fel flinched as I suddenly muted the feed with a swipe of my hand. He looked… nervous of sorts.

“D...Does that mean that you… have to… go and fight and...stuff Cas?"

For a moment, I thought of playing him, but it already broke my heart to see him looking at me with those large green eyes.

I hugged him, and he immediately pulled himself closer.

“Well, I missed my FTL transport and as I am now, I am no more than an outer colony civilian without any means of transport. I suppose you would have no problem in keeping up with me for a while longer now, would you?"

His tail looked like it was practicing an epileptic stroke on its own. Looking down, I saw a feral grin on my supposedly new boss...

and landlord.

“Well… now I REALLY have to show you the ropes."

Chuckling, I combed my fingers trough his neckfur.

“Ropes huh… And there I thought you have run out of ideas."

Purring, he just smiled back.

“Out of ideas? I have barely even started! I mean, did you ever wonder how it would feel to make out on a driving harvester?"

It would seem that my new boss was going to make me work down to the bone.

How could someone like me possibly refuse his delightful offer?

After all, humans are diligent creatures.