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My first story in a while. Yes, I am still writing. Yes, I am still alive. I just felt like dropping in for a bit and giving you part of a story (more a teaser), before I submit the rest of this story along with all the re-written stories of before (more editing, but some may need a re-write). I have my reasons for going on hiatus, but soon, you will have your beloved stories again. Comments can be directed toward [email protected] and please comment, I need to know if I still have my skills.

(Quick background since this is actually the second story. Humanity and branched out and found a civilization of feline-like people. At the moment, the main Earth government and the felines (known as the Tyrgerians) are currently in an alliance in order to defeat the Prophets, a radical group who believe that humans are far superior to any other creature in the universe and that the Tyrgerians should be wiped out (no, this is not a statement about human religions). The Tyrgerians are a heavily female dominated society who keep their males as pets. This short is just a quick story between a human vet and a Tyrgerian pet.)

She heard the whine of a failing engine fly over her cabin. She ran to the door of her cabin to see the Tyrgerian transport crash near by. She grabbed her first aid kit and ran down to the crash. She was surprised at how well the transport had survived the crash. She slowly approached the wreck and pulled the main hatch off before walking inside. She walked carefully onto the bridge, unsure of what could be unstable. She found the bodies of the deceased pilot, co pilot and radio technician on the bridge, slumped over their stations. After checking for a pulse, she made her way back the way she came. As she passed the sleeping quarters, she heard a low groan coming from inside.

"Is anyone alive in there?" she called out as she banged on the door. There was another groan.

"Just hold on," she called out as she tried to open the door.

As she went to grab a crow bar, the door slid open with a hiss and a Tyrgerian pet staggered out, grasping at a large wound on his stomach.

"The pilot, co pilot and radio engineer are all dead," she said as she got under his arm.

"I'm the only one left then," he replied as he looked around, blood slowly dripping from between his teeth.

"Then let's get you out of here," she said as she helped him walk.

She took him back up to her cabin.

"Where does it hurt?" she asked as she lead him inside.

"Well there's this," he said as he showed her a big gaping wound on his stomach.

"I can treat that," she said as she lead him over to the kitchen table. "Just lay down here."

He lay down on his back as she opened up her first aid kit. She put on a pair of surgical gloves before grabbing a needle, thread and surgical supplies. She put the needle and thread down next to her and lifted up his paws.

"I can give you something that might help the pain," she said as she wiped the fur around the wound.

"Yes please," he replied as he grit his teeth at the pain.

She gave him a dose of morphine before she looked at the wound.

"It just appears to be a minor gash," she said as she felt around inside the wound. "It doesn't feel like you have any internal hemorrhages or wounds."

He simply nodded in reply.

She slowly began to stitch up his wound as he held a gauze patch over the rest of the wound.

"I'll bandage the wound now," she said as she gave him some clean padding. "I've finished stitching."

She wrapped his stomach in bandages to hold the padding over the stitches before she helped him off the table and over to the bed.

"You rest now," she said as she helped him lay down.

He slowly woke up after what felt like a few hours, his stomach stinging slightly.

"Glad to see that you're awake," she said as she walked over to the bed. "I was running out of nutrient solution."

"How long have I been out?" He asked as he went to sit up.

"Don't move," she said as she turned the nutrient feed off. "You've been out a week, but the muscles in your stomach are still repairing. It'll be another week before you can move."

She unclipped the feed line from a needle point that had been bandaged to his arm.

"Thank you," he replied. "I'm to believe that no one has come to rescue me from the Tyrgerian fleet?"

"I'm the closest thing to a rescuer you have," she replied. "You're deep in Prophet Territory. Fortunately, the Prophet patrol that came through in inspect the crash respected me enough to trust me when I said that there was only the three on board."

"Why did they respect you?" He asked as she fixed up his sheets.

"I'm sort of a medical professional," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a veterinarian," she replied. "One who cares for animals. Because of my training, I am skilled as a medical surgeon and have done surgery for Prophet patrols if they get beat up."

"So why are you caring for me?"

"I am a healer, not a judge," she replied as she looked at him. "If I had turned you over, you would have either died of your wounds or they would have killed you. Either way, as a healer, it's my job to look after you."

"Well I thank you for not turning me over to them," he replied.

For the next week, he remained in bed, continuing his recovery. He'd watch as the human would take care of him, ensuring his would was clean and healing properly, that he was fed enough and that he was comfortable. He felt so helpless as he watched her care for him, it wasn't the female's job to care for him in his society, but he had been told that the humans had a different social structure. But it didn't make him feel any easier.

One morning, after he had finished breakfast, she came in carrying a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He watched as she put the bowl down before pulling the sheets back on his bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she got some towels.

"You stink," she replied as she put the cloth in the bowl, "so I think you should have a wash."

"I'm sorry," he replied as he looked away.

"Don't worry about it," she replied as she dried her hands. "I'm just glad you worked out how to use the bedpan."

She grabbed a towel and a chair and before sitting down next to the bed.

"Like to try to sit up?" she asked as she offered him her had. He put his paw into her hand and she helped him sit up. She put a towel around his waist and started to wash with the damp cloth.

"You don't have to care for me Ma'am," he said as she sponged his back with the cloth.

"It's my duty," she replied as she wet the cloth again.

"But I do not feel comfortable with you tending to me like this. It is not the duty of the female to tend to the sick."

"Do doctors not tend to their patients?" she asked as she sponged his neck.

"It is the job of the doctors to diagnose and treat," he replied. "It is the job of pets to care for the ill."

"There are only two of us here," she replied, "and you're unable to care for yourself, so you will have to be cared for by me."

He looked away, feeling rather ashamed.

"Would you like to tell me a bit more about yourself and your people?" She asked as she started to wash his chest. "Such as which feline you are?"

"I am a snow leopard," he replied, "a breeding pet of the Pantathar planet."

"So what is a breeding pet doing aboard a Tyrgerian Military transport flying above Prophet controlled territory on Earth?"

"I was brought along by some senior officers for comfort. The pilot and co-pilot were taking a short-cut to try and recover time."

"Interesting," she replied as she put a towel under his legs.

"What about you Ma'am, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm just an animal doctor," she replied with a smile, "I just look after sick and injured animals."

"You must be very smart," he commented.

"It's nothing special," she replied. "Would you care to do the honors?"

"The honors?" He asked curiously.

She offered him the washcloth.

"It's courtesy amongst our culture to not wash the crotch of another, with exceptions," she said as he took the washcloth and she looked away as he lift up the towel over his crotch to clean his sheath.

"How are you going?" She asked after about thirty seconds.

"I may need a few minutes," he replied.

She was about to ask why, but the smell of male musk started to fill the room, so she quickly got up and left.

A few days later, he was allowed to sit up and walk around on his own. He dressed himself in one of her bathrobes and walked into the kitchen where he found her making breakfast.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished cooking a fish fillet.

"A bit sore if you must know," he replied as he sniffed at the fish.

She cut a piece of fish from the fillet and held it up to his nose.

"It's okay," she said to him, "you can have it."

He took the piece from the spatula and put it in his mouth as she put the rest of it on a plate.

"You're very kind," he replied as he chewed on the fish. "Such delicacies aren't given to pets."

"Well you're my patient," she replied. "It's important that you get a diet appropriate to assisting your recovery."

"How do you know what my diet would be?"

"I managed to contact sources in the Earth fleet who gave me an outline of your diet," she replied as she sat down to eat her breakfast. "They also told me that the Earth military plans on reclaiming this sector in the next few weeks, so you'll just need to lay low until help arrives, which shouldn't be too hard."

After breakfast, he didn't feel all that good. His stomach felt like it was doing back flips. He felt like he wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry. He didn't want to leave this little cabin. Here, he felt the safest he had in all his life. She was so kind to him; she showed such respect and care. As he thought about her, he could hear water running. He got up and started to head towards where the noise was coming from. He slowly opened the door to the bathroom and steam slowly drifted from the doorway as he slowly stuck his head around the door and started into the steam. He saw her standing there, naked. Her soft red hair let loose and spilling over her shoulders and back. Her figure was slender, her skin was a soft white and in the thick steam, she looked almost as if she was a dream. She stopped filling the tub before sliding into the water. He felt glad that she couldn't quite see him through the steam.

She didn't pay much attention to him as he stood at the door; she figured it was of the same consequence as undressing in front of one's cat. He must have just been curious at to what she was doing. She relaxed into the warm water and just let it soak over her body. As she looked back over at the door, she saw that the door had closed again and she figured that he'd gone away. She lay in the tub for almost half an hour until the warm water was starting to cool. As she reached for the towel, she found it wasn't on the rail. She sat up and looked on the floor, but it wasn't there either. She looked around to see if she had put it down somewhere else, until she saw it hanging to her right, where the rail and the wall was to her left. She looked up and saw the Tyrgerian pet standing there, holding the towel for her.

"Your towel Milady," he said as she looked up at him.

"Why are you in here?" She asked as she took the towel to cover herself as she got out of the bath.

"I would like to pay you back for your hospitality and care, plus for saving my life."

"It's what I do," she replied as she wrapped the towel around herself, "but I'll admit it's nice for a patient to be grateful and give me thanks."

"Please," he pleaded, "let me stay."

"Don't you have to return to your duties?" She asked as she turned around to face him.

"Please forgive me milady," he said as he bowed his head, "but I do not wish to return. None have shown me half the care or compassion that you have shown me over the last few weeks."

"Pet, I am mere healing you, that is my duty."

"And I am serving you to pay my debt to you, that is my duty."

"I do not need your thanks."

"You said, that as a caregiver, you would do your best to protect me from harm. I do not wish to return home, I want to serve you."

"I do not need a breeding pet," she replied.

"I can cook, clean, do yard work, anything," he pleaded, "just let me stay."

"You have until the rescuers arrive," she said sternly, "but don't think I will change my mind."

For the next week, pet did all he could to help out around the cabin, cleaning, washing, helping cook and making sure he looked after his rescuer. In the evening before bed, once all the daily chores had been completed, she would lie on the couch to read her book and pet would rest his head on her lap and purr as she scratched him behind the ears. One night as they rest and she read her book, it occurred to her that she didn't know his name.

"Do you have a name pet?" She asked as she closed her book.

"Pets usually aren't given names," he purred, "we just have numbers."

"So don't you have a name?"

"We're just called pets."

"Can I give you a name?"

"Why would you wish to give me a name?"

"I believe it to be fair to have something that I can refer to you by."

"Isn't Pet sufficient?"

"But what if there are other pets around?"

"Then I am referred to as your pet."

"What if I want to give you a name?"

"I'd prefer to be called pet."

"Well if you insist Pet," she replied.

"Do you have a name?" Pet asked as he looked up at her.

"Tegan," she replied.

"Can I call you Mistress Tegan?" Pet asked.

"If you wish," Tegan replied.

"Thank you," Pet said as he laid his head back down. "I love you Mistress Tegan."

"I love you too, Pet," Tegan replied as she opened up her book again.

As she sat there reading her book and stroking a purring Pet's head, Tegan felt a strange sensation on her stomach. She looked past her book and saw pet licking around her belly button.

"What are you doing Pet?" Tegan asked as she looked at pet.

He jumped and gave her a sorry look.

"What's wrong?" Tegan asked as she put her book down.

"I'm sorry Mistress Tegan," Pet said as he looked away. "I was just licking to try and calm myself."

"But why my belly?"

He blushed under his fur.

"It is part of my pet training for the teasing of a breeding partner. I'll stop if you want, Mistress Tegan."

"You did that of your own free will," Tegan noted. "I didn't ask you to, but you did."

"You were making me feel so cared for, Mistress Tegan, I merely wanted to return the favor."

Tegan gave a smile as she unbuttoned her blouse and gently rubbed Pet's ears.

"You can keep going Pet," Tegan said as she stroked his chin.

Pet slowly nuzzled Tegan's belly button with his nose before he started to lick her flesh. Tegan smiled as she watched Pet lick her belly, his nose brushing her skin.

He didn't seem to rush himself, nor did he move up or down, his focus remained squarely around her belly. She didn't mind his patience; he seemed to enjoy himself as she slowly rubbed his head, his purring becoming rather loud. She slowly slid her hands down onto her stomach and Pet began to lick fingers. She unbuttoned her jeans and Pet gently pulled her jeans down her legs. She was expecting him to pull at her panties, but he didn't. As he slowly pulled her jeans down her legs, he licked her exposed legs, paying not attention to her crotch. He licked down the length of her legs and feet as he removed her jeans. His tongue licked her toes and feet as he rubbed her legs. She gasped for breath and moaned as he rubbed his cheeks over her feet. She watched patiently as he crawled under her legs and nibbled at her panties. She started to feel rather nervous, his sharp teeth ever so close to her tender sex, but as he grabbed her panties with his teeth, she didn't feel his teeth nip her at all. He pulled her panties off with his teeth before nuzzling his nose into her moist sex. His tongue started licking at her tender lips and his nose rubbed her clit. She started to rub his ears as he ran his tongue along the length of her sex and he started to purr. She moaned loudly as she felt the vibrations of his muzzle on her sex. She shuddered as a tingle shot up her spine. She couldn't control her shivering as pet continued to lick and tease. She rubbed Pet's head firmer and faster, which caused him to purr and louder. She hoped he'd never stop, his tongue was magic. She let out a loud cry as it got better, it felt like she was flying. She clutched desperately at Pet's ears, wanting more of this pleasure he was giving her. She started panting as she slowly caught her breath.

"Oh pet," Tegan panted. "That was lovely."

"I am glad, Mistress Tegan," Pet said as he lay next to Tegan on the couch.

Tegan planted a kiss on Pet's nose as he pulled a blanket over the two of them. An hour later, they went to bed for the evening.

The next morning, Tegan woke as the sun shone through her window. She looked down and saw Pet laying on his back at the end of her bed, sunning himself. She smiled as she crawled down the bed and snuggling up to him as he slept. He gave a soft murr as he smiled, feeling Tegan's hand stroking his chest.

"Wake up Pet," Tegan whispered in his ear.

"It's too early Mistress Tegan," Pet muttered. "Can't we sleep a little longer?"

"Only if you sleep with me in the bed," Tegan replied.

Pet reluctantly crawled up into the bed with Tegan and slid between the sheets, Tegan lying so Pet could rest his head on her stomach, gently brushing his ears as he slept.

An hour later, Pet woke up and looked up at Tegan as she slept. He noticed she was still wearing her blouse and bra from the night before. He slowly sat her up and removed her blouse from her body. Tegan didn't even stir as he took her bra off. Once she was undressed, Pet lay back down and nuzzled himself into Tegan's chest, licking at her nipples. She moaned softly in her sleep as her hands started to rub Pet's head. Her hands seemed to pull at his head, trying to pull his face to hers. He obliged and gave her a firm kiss, but a hand held his head to hers, his tongue pressing firmly into his mouth. He could feel his sheath bulging through his thong, but just as he was about to undo the ties, he felt Tegan's hand pulling at his thong.

"Are you sure you want to Pet?" Tegan asked as she stroked his sheath.

"I didn't realize you were awake, Mistress Tegan," Pet replied.

"Your nipple-licking woke me," Tegan said with a smile. "So are you sure you want to breed with me?"

"Do you want me to breed you?"

Tegan nodded and Pet returned the nod.

"Now sit up so I can see you," Tegan said as she undid the ties on Pet's thong.

Pet sat himself up and slowly pulled his thong off, showing off his bulging sheath. Tegan slowly ran her fingertips over his crotch and started to stroke at his sheath. Pet slowly purred as his cock slid from its sheath, Tegan massaging the soft pink flesh as it became fully erect. She gently teased the fleshy barbs of his cock, which caused him to gasp loudly. She smiled as she watched the precum dribble from the tip of his cock and land on her belly.

"Come here Pet," Tegan said as she rubbed his sided.

Pet leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Tegan responded by giving his rump a squeeze as he fixed himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against the lips of her awaiting pussy. She licked his tongue desperately as she tried to get him to penetrate her, but his will was stronger and he slowly parted her with the tip of his cock. She tensed up as she felt the barbs of his cock slowly rub against her tender insides. She grabbed tufts of fur in her hands as she felt his furry sheath tease her clit as he hilt himself within her. She could feel the barbs teasing deep within her body, sending a wave of pleasure all over her, cause her to moan loudly. As she calmed down, he began to thrust and retreat slowly. She cried out as she felt wave after wave of pleasure rush through her body. He began to lightly kiss and nibble at her throat as she tried desperately to draw him further into her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, desperate to hold him as close to her as she could. She wanted him with a feverish desire, desperate for more and more. She could feel herself squeezing at his cock with feverish pulls, desperate for release, desperate for his seed. She clung to him and waited, his thrusting picking up speed as more and more of his precum dribbled into her body. With a sharp thrust that very much caught her off guard, he came. His feline seed spilled into her body in torrents of hot, wet cum. She cried out as her body gave way to wave after wave of pleasure, her sex milking him for every ounce of seed that he was worth. She climaxed for what seemed like forever, Pet driving it further and further as his barbs continued to tease her, but her climax soon collapsed, giving way to a sense of relief that flooded her body, the feelings of warmth slowly trickling out of her wet pussy and down her thighs.

"I love you Pet."

"I love you too, Mistress Tegan."