{"sf1_id":706,"sf2_id":"A1pK5k2n","title":"Smuggle Kitty","author":"Minkat","words":2698,"posted_at":"2003-07-08T23:18:00.000Z","tags":["Feline","Gore","Human","M/F","Mink","Musk","Oral","Vaginal","Violence","Vixen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/706-smuggle-kitty","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pK5k2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0a/ec/0aec43b6-dd54-4ea6-ae7e-f3b9f2e3dcdb","description":"#1 of Smuggle Kitty","content":"Blight stood within his room observing the new captive from a video  \n screen. His green feline eyes surveyed the slaver. He despised  \n the slavers, for they treated the felicians like animals, rejecting  \n their sentience. He was a rare hairless felician. Blight seldom  \n ventured from his secure location, fearing death at the hands of  \n his enemies. His feline ears twitched in annoyance at the  \n discovery of another slaver. This was the first slaver on felicia  \n in years, since he had butchered Rique. In anticipation of the  \n destruction of another slaver, Blight exposed his claws that were  \n normally hidden within his fingertips and hid them once again. He  \n would not dispose of the slaver himself, that was left for his  \n cats. The slaver was in his hotel on felicia, Blight wasn't on  \n planet felicia. This human would suffer. Blight had lost the love  \n of his life to a slaver. Cleah, the love of his life, was a calico  \n felician and the only woman he knew who saw beyond his furlessness.  \n  \n The slaver was a man in his forties, most likely of Venus descent,  \n with his slightly golden skin. His clothing was removed to  \n emphasize the animal status that Blight considered the slaver to  \n have. The human was chained to the ceiling in the center of the  \n throne room in Blight's hotel. The jeweled throne was once  \n occupied, but Blight had moved into seclusion years ago. The  \n throne room had dense foliage, which added green to the room of  \n gold. He was surrounded by felicians; one resembled a panther,  \n another mirrored a liger, and still another resembled a puma. The  \n slaver shook visibly in fear as he heard the voice of Blight. The  \n video screen activated revealing the gaunt -furless felician.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Blight: So, you have resumed slavery on felicia.  \n  \n Slaver: Y-y-y-es. R-r-r-ique has resumed his s-s-slavery  \n operations.  \n  \n Blight: Rique? I thought that wolf would have died from his  \n wounds. I should have chained him to the ceiling. I did not  \n expect him to disappear on me.  \n  \n Slaver: Y-y-y-es. He looks like he s-s-s-survived a shredder.  \n  \n Blight: I did that to him and you are next.  \n  \n The human wet himself at the thought of ending up like Rique, or  \n worse. Bright yellow urine coated the floor in front of the  \n slaver.  \n  \n Slaver: Please d-d-d-don't kill m-m-me!  \n  \n  \n  \n The slaver stared at the three felicians. The panther and the puma  \n were about six feet tall. The liger was about seven feet tall, and  \n dwarfed the other felicians. The heavily muscled felicians had  \n their claws exposed and were sharpening them with nail files. The  \n liger looked to be much stronger than the other two, his body a  \n mass of muscles. The slaver shook at the thought of the felicians  \n razor-sharp fangs. The tails of the felicians twitched in  \n anticipation of playing with their prey. His gaze shifted to the  \n puma, with his tan fur and sorrowful expression. The puma did not  \n appear to enjoy this activity. The panther on the other hand,  \n appeared to relish the approaching event, his black fur bristling  \n with ferocity. The liger had the strangest fur, he had a mane and  \n coloring akin to a lion, yet he also had brownish tiger stripes  \n decorating his body. He was a mixed breed and the most  \n intimidating of the three.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Blight: It is time for you to die, slaver.  \n  \n Slaver: No.  \n  \n The three felicians circled the bound human. The puma lit a nip  \n cigarette, Blight manufactured the best nip on felicia. His head  \n buzzed with the smoky goodness. The puma hated violence, so he  \n needed some nip to forget about his aversion. The three felicians  \n dropped their files, their claws nice and sharp. The panther  \n approached the human from behind, driving his claws into the  \n human's shoulders and ripping downwards. Eight jagged slashes that  \n extended from shoulders to buttocks oozed blood, coating the legs  \n of the slaver and splashing blood over the floor. The puma  \n approached from the front of the writhing human, who was suffering  \n horribly. The slaver could smell the weedy smoke from the nip.  \n The puma grabbed the human's left ankle and collapsed his jaw over  \n it. He bit down hard with an audible crunch and continued to gnaw  \n on the foot. The human screamed in agony. The liger watched from  \n a distance and Blight watched with an ecstatic look on his face.  \n The panther moved in front of the human and drove his claws into  \n the human's chest and ripped downwards, the wounds bled profusely.  \n The liger approached the slaver who was now dangling, unable to  \n hold himself up. The liger unlocked the left shackle and grabbed  \n the slaver's left arm. With a yank, the liger ripped the arm from  \n the body unleashing a torrent of blood. The slaver was in shock,  \n unable to scream and shivering.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Panther: I think you've had enough.  \n  \n The panther clamped his jaws over the slaver's throat and ripped  \n out the human's throat. Blood poured from the gaping wound. The  \n floor of the throne room and the fur of the felicians were covered  \n in the human's blood. The panther lit a nip.  \n  \n Blight: Good kill.  \n  \n Blight turned off the video screen and wondered at the new  \n development. Rique alive after the mauling he had received.  \n Blight had begun chaining his prisoners after the escape of Rique.  \n He lit a nip and contemplated his next move. He needed to lure  \n Rique to this planet and he knew exactly who to employ, Cinna.  \n Cinna looked very much like a fox, and gave the term \"sly as a fox\"  \n new meaning. Blight activated the vid phone and saw the crafty  \n being.  \n  \n Cinna: Hey Blight. Long time no see.  \n  \n Cinna scratched his muzzle and flicked his ears in joy. He winked  \n his left eye mischievously.  \n  \n Cinna: What's the job.  \n  \n Blight: I need you to put the word out that a major batch of kitty  \n is going to be offered to the dealers. That should get the  \n attention of my nemesis. Be secretive and pass the information to  \n Marcus.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Cinna: Will do. I'll take the usual 500 credits for the job.  \n  \n Blight: Done.  \n  \n \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n The rain descended upon a rusty city. Travus awoke from a  \n dreamless sleep, he never slept well during storms. He lived in a  \n makeshift colony on Rigis Prime. Recently laid off from the mining  \n operation on the planet, Travus was faced with the prospect of  \n unemployment. He was down to the remaining few credits and soon  \n would be on the streets. He was a muscular human male in his late  \n twenties with a somewhat scruffy beard and greasy brown hair to his  \n shoulders. After splashing some water on his face from the grubby  \n sink, Travus headed out of his rustic apartment to the public cyber  \n cafe.  \n  \n Travus wandered into the rusty building that housed the cyber cafe.  \n The building was nicer inside than outside. He quickly found a  \n cubicle and switched on the fluorescent lights, which buzzed to  \n life. He was searching for work, anything would do with his  \n situation. He saw that there were very few prospects, and viewed  \n the available jobs with disgust. There were just too many  \n earthlings vying for jobs. He glanced up from his terminal to see  \n a familiar face.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her name was Alana. She was a bartender for the Spread Eagle, a  \n bar frequented by miners that would soon be closing. Her short  \n blond hair was tied into pigtails that looked like they were hacked  \n off at four inches. She wore violet capris and a short green T-  \n shirt that exposed her abdomen. Her crystal blue eyes spied  \n Travus.  \n  \n Alana: Hiya Travus, I thought I would find you here. You don't  \n look so good.  \n  \n Travus: I know, I am a lazy fucker.  \n  \n Alana: I would not say that. You might get a woman if you  \n showered and shaved more often. Lazy, but not quite the fucker.  \n  \n Alana tweaked the nipples under her short blouse, a little too  \n skinny for the tastes of Travus, but worth a shower and a shave.  \n  \n Travus: Would you like to sleep together?  \n  \n Alana: I'm seeing someone.  \n  \n Travus: Who?  \n  \n Alana: His name is Rique. So, you are out of work.  \n  \n Travus: The mines have closed.  \n  \n Alana: Rique might have work for us. Its time we left this  \n cesspool planet. Interested?  \n  \n Travus: Yeah.  \n  \n Alana: Got any scruples?  \n  \n Travus: As long as it's not unethical. Following the law hasn't  \n got me far. How much will we get paid?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Alana: 10,000 credits. I'll see this guy tomorrow and will  \n probably be back in a month. I'm going to catch the transport and  \n see you in 30. Here's, 200 credits to get you through the month.  \n In return, you'll need to help me take care of Minka.  \n  \n Travus: Who is Minka?  \n  \n Alana: A new friend of mine. She's an escaped slave, who is  \n hiding in an upstairs room at the Spread Eagle. She has been  \n hunted for years, moving from planet to planet, never free. I  \n often bring her food. I feel sorry for her. I want you to bring  \n her food while I am away on earth.  \n  \n Travus: Done.  \n  \n Alana: Minka told me she is quite taken with you. She  \n occasionally leaves her room and flits from alcove to alcove. Room  \n 208. You might have some fun.  \n  \n Alana left the cafe with a wink. She changed clothes, slipped her  \n incisor into her holster, and hopped onto the earliest transport.  \n The incisor was a weapon that launched white-hot spikes, deadly and  \n silent. She thought about to getting some decent food. She caught  \n the transport to earth and slept in the seat. Light speed always  \n made her drowsy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n Travus left the dreary cafe and went back to his apartment. He  \n showered and shaved. He was now somewhat clean cut. He tied his  \n hair back in a ponytail, slipped on some fresh jeans, and a clean  \n blue T-shirt.  \n  \n Travus walked into the rain, wandering towards the Spread Eagle.  \n The bar was a multistory motel in the middle of the settlement on  \n Rigis Prime, the only multistory building in the colony. He  \n entered the bar and was greeted by the bartender that was covering  \n for Alana. She was a middle-aged human with graying hair. She  \n spoke in a slurry drawl, most likely from consuming liquor on the  \n job. Her name was Kiana.  \n  \n Travus: What's the special?  \n  \n Kiana: Spaghetti with soy balls.  \n  \n Travus: I'll take two. I guess real meat is still scarce.  \n  \n Kiana: You have a lady friend, eh?  \n  \n Travus: None of your business.  \n  \n Travus wandered upstairs, bag in hand, and knocked on the door to  \n room 208. The door opened to reveal Minka, she was covered in lush  \n fur with a tail that would have been the envy of any woman with a  \n mink stole. She was about five feet tall and walked upright. Her  \n hands were somewhere between a human and a mink. Her amber eyes  \n surveyed Travus with a hint of seduction. She licked her lips  \n hungrily with her small tongue. Her lithe body was clad in a white  \n skirt and bikini top. The bikini top did little to hide her ample  \n bosom. Her well-groomed fur was conditioned to a bright sheen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her room was sparsely furnished. Tacky blue wallpaper with white  \n roses covered the walls. There was a small wooden table on the  \n eastern side of the room with wooden stools. Backed chairs would  \n have been uncomfortable for Minka given her long tail. On the  \n other side of the room was an extra long king-sized bed with a  \n turquoise satin comforter. He didn't think she would need to sleep  \n with a comforter covering with her fur-covered body.  \n  \n Minka: Hi Travus. Come in.  \n  \n Travus: You know my name?  \n  \n Minka: Alana told me you'd probably come for a visit.  \n  \n Travus: Ready for dinner?  \n  \n Minka: Smells good. Let's eat.  \n  \n They ate dinner together. Minka slowly slurped the noodles,  \n occasionally lifting a soy ball with her fork and nibbling. Travus  \n ate slowly, more interested in watching her than consuming his  \n food. He could feel his arousal, relieved that the table to hide  \n his engorgement.  \n  \n Travus: Do you like the special?  \n  \n Minka: Its OK. I miss having real meat.  \n  \n Travus: Me too.  \n  \n Minka: Do I turn you on? I can smell your desire.  \n  \n Travus: You can.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Minka: Yes. Wanna hide the ferret?  \n  \n Travus: Hide the ferret in the mink? Yes.  \n  \n Minka: I haven't slept with anyone for a long time. Be gentle. I  \n was raped a few times so I am a little nervous whenever I choose a  \n new lover.  \n  \n Travus: I usually am.  \n  \n Minka: Let's get your clothes off.  \n  \n Minka removed her clothes unveiling her minkness. Travus removed  \n his clothes revealing his stiff eight-inch rod. His penis had been  \n genetically enhanced by gene therapy from the meager four-inch  \n length he once had. The enhancement had rendered him sterile with  \n a slight bladder-control problem, fortunately he could still  \n function sexually. Minka's sweet musk permeated the room, making  \n his head spin. Minka wandered behind Travus, running her soft tail  \n across his back. She lightly pushed Travus onto her king-sized  \n bed.  \n  \n Minka turned her back on Travus and moved to the edge of the bed.  \n Travus was wondering what she had in mind. She lifted up her tail  \n and a stream of musk sprayed from her soaking Travus completely.  \n The scent of the fluid was unlike anything Travus had smelled  \n before. The scent was sweet and spicy at the same time, not stinky  \n like an earth mink. Travus enjoyed the musky wetness. He gestured  \n for Minka to lay on the bed. Travus stroked her fur, savoring the  \n lush softness. He stroked the fur on her breasts, tweaking her  \n nipples with his thumbs. He enjoyed petting her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Travus was harder than he had ever been. The spraying aroused him  \n to the point where precum dripped from his member. He moved to her  \n clit, gently stroking the knob in circles. Her eyes closed with  \n the stimulus. She moved flexibly to his python, her small tongue  \n lapping at his tip and then penetrating the eye. Her mouth was too  \n small to completely engulf his cock. Travus groaned in pleasure  \n and slight pain. Travus drove his forefinger and middle finger  \n into Minka's sex. She lathered with arousal, the wetness coating  \n his fingers.  \n  \n Minka: Aaaahhh! Uhhnh! Ahhh!  \n  \n Travus could feel her love pouch twitch with her orgasm.  \n  \n Minka: You ready?  \n  \n Travus: Yeah.  \n  \n Minka rolled over on her hands and knees, lifting her tail in the  \n air. She wrapped her tail around his torso and pulled Travus  \n towards her. The soft tail was sensual on his skin. He teased the  \n entrance to her niche with his mushroom cap, running his fingers  \n through the fur on her back. He slowly pushed into her wet cave.  \n He inserted to his balls, savoring the warmth. Human sweat  \n moistened their bodies, the thick fur and naked skin drenched with  \n his perspiration. Travus pulled halfway out and began ramming her.  \n He withdrew his manhood until it almost exited, then pushed in a  \n few times midway, finishing each set with a deep thrust. A stream  \n of thick-milky juice dripped from her canal, covering his groin and  \n dripping down her right leg.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Travus could feel her muscles tighten, gripping his rod more  \n solidly. He increased his pace, pounding her with deep thrusts.  \n  \n Minka: Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh!  \n  \n Travus: Uhhhh! Uhhhh!  \n  \n Powerful spasms rocked the body of the mink. A torrent of musk  \n sprayed with her orgasm. The spray hit Travus in the chest,  \n soaking his chest hair. This musk was more concentrated than the  \n first spray. He released his load into her pulsing nook and  \n collapsed onto the bed next to her. She sprayed for a few more  \n seconds and then turned over next to him. His cum dripped from her  \n pussy. The smell of her musk was intoxicating.  \n  \n Minka: We'll rest for awhile and then mate again.  \n  \n Travus: You're amazing. That musk spray smells delicious.  \n  \n Minka: I do that all the time.  \n  \n \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n Minka and Travus slept fitfully for awhile. They would soon awake  \n to further pleasure. Alana was en route to earth, going to meet  \n with her lover Rique. Blight continued to spin his web to lure  \n Rique into his grasp.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Smuggle Kitty","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/768-smuggle-kitty.json"}}