# Smuggle Kitty

Author: Minkat
Tags: Feline, Gore, Human, M/F, Mink, Musk, Oral, Vaginal, Violence, Vixen

#1 of Smuggle Kitty

Blight stood within his room observing the new captive from a video  
 screen. His green feline eyes surveyed the slaver. He despised  
 the slavers, for they treated the felicians like animals, rejecting  
 their sentience. He was a rare hairless felician. Blight seldom  
 ventured from his secure location, fearing death at the hands of  
 his enemies. His feline ears twitched in annoyance at the  
 discovery of another slaver. This was the first slaver on felicia  
 in years, since he had butchered Rique. In anticipation of the  
 destruction of another slaver, Blight exposed his claws that were  
 normally hidden within his fingertips and hid them once again. He  
 would not dispose of the slaver himself, that was left for his  
 cats. The slaver was in his hotel on felicia, Blight wasn't on  
 planet felicia. This human would suffer. Blight had lost the love  
 of his life to a slaver. Cleah, the love of his life, was a calico  
 felician and the only woman he knew who saw beyond his furlessness.  
  
 The slaver was a man in his forties, most likely of Venus descent,  
 with his slightly golden skin. His clothing was removed to  
 emphasize the animal status that Blight considered the slaver to  
 have. The human was chained to the ceiling in the center of the  
 throne room in Blight's hotel. The jeweled throne was once  
 occupied, but Blight had moved into seclusion years ago. The  
 throne room had dense foliage, which added green to the room of  
 gold. He was surrounded by felicians; one resembled a panther,  
 another mirrored a liger, and still another resembled a puma. The  
 slaver shook visibly in fear as he heard the voice of Blight. The  
 video screen activated revealing the gaunt -furless felician.

  Blight: So, you have resumed slavery on felicia.  
  
 Slaver: Y-y-y-es. R-r-r-ique has resumed his s-s-slavery  
 operations.  
  
 Blight: Rique? I thought that wolf would have died from his  
 wounds. I should have chained him to the ceiling. I did not  
 expect him to disappear on me.  
  
 Slaver: Y-y-y-es. He looks like he s-s-s-survived a shredder.  
  
 Blight: I did that to him and you are next.  
  
 The human wet himself at the thought of ending up like Rique, or  
 worse. Bright yellow urine coated the floor in front of the  
 slaver.  
  
 Slaver: Please d-d-d-don't kill m-m-me!  
  
  
  
 The slaver stared at the three felicians. The panther and the puma  
 were about six feet tall. The liger was about seven feet tall, and  
 dwarfed the other felicians. The heavily muscled felicians had  
 their claws exposed and were sharpening them with nail files. The  
 liger looked to be much stronger than the other two, his body a  
 mass of muscles. The slaver shook at the thought of the felicians  
 razor-sharp fangs. The tails of the felicians twitched in  
 anticipation of playing with their prey. His gaze shifted to the  
 puma, with his tan fur and sorrowful expression. The puma did not  
 appear to enjoy this activity. The panther on the other hand,  
 appeared to relish the approaching event, his black fur bristling  
 with ferocity. The liger had the strangest fur, he had a mane and  
 coloring akin to a lion, yet he also had brownish tiger stripes  
 decorating his body. He was a mixed breed and the most  
 intimidating of the three.  
  

  Blight: It is time for you to die, slaver.  
  
 Slaver: No.  
  
 The three felicians circled the bound human. The puma lit a nip  
 cigarette, Blight manufactured the best nip on felicia. His head  
 buzzed with the smoky goodness. The puma hated violence, so he  
 needed some nip to forget about his aversion. The three felicians  
 dropped their files, their claws nice and sharp. The panther  
 approached the human from behind, driving his claws into the  
 human's shoulders and ripping downwards. Eight jagged slashes that  
 extended from shoulders to buttocks oozed blood, coating the legs  
 of the slaver and splashing blood over the floor. The puma  
 approached from the front of the writhing human, who was suffering  
 horribly. The slaver could smell the weedy smoke from the nip.  
 The puma grabbed the human's left ankle and collapsed his jaw over  
 it. He bit down hard with an audible crunch and continued to gnaw  
 on the foot. The human screamed in agony. The liger watched from  
 a distance and Blight watched with an ecstatic look on his face.  
 The panther moved in front of the human and drove his claws into  
 the human's chest and ripped downwards, the wounds bled profusely.  
 The liger approached the slaver who was now dangling, unable to  
 hold himself up. The liger unlocked the left shackle and grabbed  
 the slaver's left arm. With a yank, the liger ripped the arm from  
 the body unleashing a torrent of blood. The slaver was in shock,  
 unable to scream and shivering.  
  

  Panther: I think you've had enough.  
  
 The panther clamped his jaws over the slaver's throat and ripped  
 out the human's throat. Blood poured from the gaping wound. The  
 floor of the throne room and the fur of the felicians were covered  
 in the human's blood. The panther lit a nip.  
  
 Blight: Good kill.  
  
 Blight turned off the video screen and wondered at the new  
 development. Rique alive after the mauling he had received.  
 Blight had begun chaining his prisoners after the escape of Rique.  
 He lit a nip and contemplated his next move. He needed to lure  
 Rique to this planet and he knew exactly who to employ, Cinna.  
 Cinna looked very much like a fox, and gave the term "sly as a fox"  
 new meaning. Blight activated the vid phone and saw the crafty  
 being.  
  
 Cinna: Hey Blight. Long time no see.  
  
 Cinna scratched his muzzle and flicked his ears in joy. He winked  
 his left eye mischievously.  
  
 Cinna: What's the job.  
  
 Blight: I need you to put the word out that a major batch of kitty  
 is going to be offered to the dealers. That should get the  
 attention of my nemesis. Be secretive and pass the information to  
 Marcus.  
  

  Cinna: Will do. I'll take the usual 500 credits for the job.  
  
 Blight: Done.  
  
 \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*  
  
 The rain descended upon a rusty city. Travus awoke from a  
 dreamless sleep, he never slept well during storms. He lived in a  
 makeshift colony on Rigis Prime. Recently laid off from the mining  
 operation on the planet, Travus was faced with the prospect of  
 unemployment. He was down to the remaining few credits and soon  
 would be on the streets. He was a muscular human male in his late  
 twenties with a somewhat scruffy beard and greasy brown hair to his  
 shoulders. After splashing some water on his face from the grubby  
 sink, Travus headed out of his rustic apartment to the public cyber  
 cafe.  
  
 Travus wandered into the rusty building that housed the cyber cafe.  
 The building was nicer inside than outside. He quickly found a  
 cubicle and switched on the fluorescent lights, which buzzed to  
 life. He was searching for work, anything would do with his  
 situation. He saw that there were very few prospects, and viewed  
 the available jobs with disgust. There were just too many  
 earthlings vying for jobs. He glanced up from his terminal to see  
 a familiar face.  
  

  Her name was Alana. She was a bartender for the Spread Eagle, a  
 bar frequented by miners that would soon be closing. Her short  
 blond hair was tied into pigtails that looked like they were hacked  
 off at four inches. She wore violet capris and a short green T-  
 shirt that exposed her abdomen. Her crystal blue eyes spied  
 Travus.  
  
 Alana: Hiya Travus, I thought I would find you here. You don't  
 look so good.  
  
 Travus: I know, I am a lazy fucker.  
  
 Alana: I would not say that. You might get a woman if you  
 showered and shaved more often. Lazy, but not quite the fucker.  
  
 Alana tweaked the nipples under her short blouse, a little too  
 skinny for the tastes of Travus, but worth a shower and a shave.  
  
 Travus: Would you like to sleep together?  
  
 Alana: I'm seeing someone.  
  
 Travus: Who?  
  
 Alana: His name is Rique. So, you are out of work.  
  
 Travus: The mines have closed.  
  
 Alana: Rique might have work for us. Its time we left this  
 cesspool planet. Interested?  
  
 Travus: Yeah.  
  
 Alana: Got any scruples?  
  
 Travus: As long as it's not unethical. Following the law hasn't  
 got me far. How much will we get paid?  
  

  Alana: 10,000 credits. I'll see this guy tomorrow and will  
 probably be back in a month. I'm going to catch the transport and  
 see you in 30. Here's, 200 credits to get you through the month.  
 In return, you'll need to help me take care of Minka.  
  
 Travus: Who is Minka?  
  
 Alana: A new friend of mine. She's an escaped slave, who is  
 hiding in an upstairs room at the Spread Eagle. She has been  
 hunted for years, moving from planet to planet, never free. I  
 often bring her food. I feel sorry for her. I want you to bring  
 her food while I am away on earth.  
  
 Travus: Done.  
  
 Alana: Minka told me she is quite taken with you. She  
 occasionally leaves her room and flits from alcove to alcove. Room  
 208. You might have some fun.  
  
 Alana left the cafe with a wink. She changed clothes, slipped her  
 incisor into her holster, and hopped onto the earliest transport.  
 The incisor was a weapon that launched white-hot spikes, deadly and  
 silent. She thought about to getting some decent food. She caught  
 the transport to earth and slept in the seat. Light speed always  
 made her drowsy.  
  

  \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*  
  
 Travus left the dreary cafe and went back to his apartment. He  
 showered and shaved. He was now somewhat clean cut. He tied his  
 hair back in a ponytail, slipped on some fresh jeans, and a clean  
 blue T-shirt.  
  
 Travus walked into the rain, wandering towards the Spread Eagle.  
 The bar was a multistory motel in the middle of the settlement on  
 Rigis Prime, the only multistory building in the colony. He  
 entered the bar and was greeted by the bartender that was covering  
 for Alana. She was a middle-aged human with graying hair. She  
 spoke in a slurry drawl, most likely from consuming liquor on the  
 job. Her name was Kiana.  
  
 Travus: What's the special?  
  
 Kiana: Spaghetti with soy balls.  
  
 Travus: I'll take two. I guess real meat is still scarce.  
  
 Kiana: You have a lady friend, eh?  
  
 Travus: None of your business.  
  
 Travus wandered upstairs, bag in hand, and knocked on the door to  
 room 208. The door opened to reveal Minka, she was covered in lush  
 fur with a tail that would have been the envy of any woman with a  
 mink stole. She was about five feet tall and walked upright. Her  
 hands were somewhere between a human and a mink. Her amber eyes  
 surveyed Travus with a hint of seduction. She licked her lips  
 hungrily with her small tongue. Her lithe body was clad in a white  
 skirt and bikini top. The bikini top did little to hide her ample  
 bosom. Her well-groomed fur was conditioned to a bright sheen.  
  

  Her room was sparsely furnished. Tacky blue wallpaper with white  
 roses covered the walls. There was a small wooden table on the  
 eastern side of the room with wooden stools. Backed chairs would  
 have been uncomfortable for Minka given her long tail. On the  
 other side of the room was an extra long king-sized bed with a  
 turquoise satin comforter. He didn't think she would need to sleep  
 with a comforter covering with her fur-covered body.  
  
 Minka: Hi Travus. Come in.  
  
 Travus: You know my name?  
  
 Minka: Alana told me you'd probably come for a visit.  
  
 Travus: Ready for dinner?  
  
 Minka: Smells good. Let's eat.  
  
 They ate dinner together. Minka slowly slurped the noodles,  
 occasionally lifting a soy ball with her fork and nibbling. Travus  
 ate slowly, more interested in watching her than consuming his  
 food. He could feel his arousal, relieved that the table to hide  
 his engorgement.  
  
 Travus: Do you like the special?  
  
 Minka: Its OK. I miss having real meat.  
  
 Travus: Me too.  
  
 Minka: Do I turn you on? I can smell your desire.  
  
 Travus: You can.  
  

  Minka: Yes. Wanna hide the ferret?  
  
 Travus: Hide the ferret in the mink? Yes.  
  
 Minka: I haven't slept with anyone for a long time. Be gentle. I  
 was raped a few times so I am a little nervous whenever I choose a  
 new lover.  
  
 Travus: I usually am.  
  
 Minka: Let's get your clothes off.  
  
 Minka removed her clothes unveiling her minkness. Travus removed  
 his clothes revealing his stiff eight-inch rod. His penis had been  
 genetically enhanced by gene therapy from the meager four-inch  
 length he once had. The enhancement had rendered him sterile with  
 a slight bladder-control problem, fortunately he could still  
 function sexually. Minka's sweet musk permeated the room, making  
 his head spin. Minka wandered behind Travus, running her soft tail  
 across his back. She lightly pushed Travus onto her king-sized  
 bed.  
  
 Minka turned her back on Travus and moved to the edge of the bed.  
 Travus was wondering what she had in mind. She lifted up her tail  
 and a stream of musk sprayed from her soaking Travus completely.  
 The scent of the fluid was unlike anything Travus had smelled  
 before. The scent was sweet and spicy at the same time, not stinky  
 like an earth mink. Travus enjoyed the musky wetness. He gestured  
 for Minka to lay on the bed. Travus stroked her fur, savoring the  
 lush softness. He stroked the fur on her breasts, tweaking her  
 nipples with his thumbs. He enjoyed petting her.  
  

  Travus was harder than he had ever been. The spraying aroused him  
 to the point where precum dripped from his member. He moved to her  
 clit, gently stroking the knob in circles. Her eyes closed with  
 the stimulus. She moved flexibly to his python, her small tongue  
 lapping at his tip and then penetrating the eye. Her mouth was too  
 small to completely engulf his cock. Travus groaned in pleasure  
 and slight pain. Travus drove his forefinger and middle finger  
 into Minka's sex. She lathered with arousal, the wetness coating  
 his fingers.  
  
 Minka: Aaaahhh! Uhhnh! Ahhh!  
  
 Travus could feel her love pouch twitch with her orgasm.  
  
 Minka: You ready?  
  
 Travus: Yeah.  
  
 Minka rolled over on her hands and knees, lifting her tail in the  
 air. She wrapped her tail around his torso and pulled Travus  
 towards her. The soft tail was sensual on his skin. He teased the  
 entrance to her niche with his mushroom cap, running his fingers  
 through the fur on her back. He slowly pushed into her wet cave.  
 He inserted to his balls, savoring the warmth. Human sweat  
 moistened their bodies, the thick fur and naked skin drenched with  
 his perspiration. Travus pulled halfway out and began ramming her.  
 He withdrew his manhood until it almost exited, then pushed in a  
 few times midway, finishing each set with a deep thrust. A stream  
 of thick-milky juice dripped from her canal, covering his groin and  
 dripping down her right leg.  
  

  Travus could feel her muscles tighten, gripping his rod more  
 solidly. He increased his pace, pounding her with deep thrusts.  
  
 Minka: Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh!  
  
 Travus: Uhhhh! Uhhhh!  
  
 Powerful spasms rocked the body of the mink. A torrent of musk  
 sprayed with her orgasm. The spray hit Travus in the chest,  
 soaking his chest hair. This musk was more concentrated than the  
 first spray. He released his load into her pulsing nook and  
 collapsed onto the bed next to her. She sprayed for a few more  
 seconds and then turned over next to him. His cum dripped from her  
 pussy. The smell of her musk was intoxicating.  
  
 Minka: We'll rest for awhile and then mate again.  
  
 Travus: You're amazing. That musk spray smells delicious.  
  
 Minka: I do that all the time.  
  
 \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*  
  
 Minka and Travus slept fitfully for awhile. They would soon awake  
 to further pleasure. Alana was en route to earth, going to meet  
 with her lover Rique. Blight continued to spin his web to lure  
 Rique into his grasp.  
   
   
   
   
 

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