Cat Island, Chapter 3
#3 of Cat Island
The third chapter of Cat Island. The Cat crew continue to investigate, and the islanders discover the joys and trials of love and sex through their new friends. Disclaimer still applies, the three laguz belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems.
Lyre awoke to see her mate snuggled against her. The sun shone upon them both, and she felt calm. She lay against him, head in the crook of his neck, hands on his chest, scratched from their night of mating. She leaned into him, looking him up and down. Ranulf was a heavy sleeper, that much she knew from their days at sea. The laguz girl petted him everywhere, exploring him. She stifled a giggle as she noticed his proud warrior throbbing at attention. Morning lust, hm? She heard that males had this problem... What to do? She purred and gave it a tender lick, and it pulsed, weeping a clear, salty sweet tear for her. She continued to lick, laving it with affection. She purred, remembering the night before. How far would she go until he woke up? She smiled and engulfed him in her mouth, wondering if that would wake him. His hips arched into her, grinding as he let out a moan. But his eyes were still shut, and he remained asleep.
Lyre teased the head, wishing that he'd be in beast form right now... She loved the barbs, very much so. But she'd have to make do with a demihuman member, which was hot, strong, and eager. She could feel more warmth come into her mouth, that salty sweet taste filled her. His scent, wet, male, arousing... enticed her. She purred and began to bob her head up and down, feeling him thrust into her mouth, letting out little groans as she did so. She continued to lick, laving at him like a sweet treat, wanting more of him. He's going to wake up to this... Delicious. She purred again, teasing her mate, making him thrust and buck with her fangs and her tongue. The spurts were coming in thicker, with a more salty taste, this meant that he was close. Just a little more... She was lapping at the tip when she felt him give a hard thrust, and his shaft pulsed, giving her what she wanted; his potent seed. Rope after rope flowed into her mouth, and she purred, her eyes smiling as she saw Ranulf's eyes shoot open from the force of his release. The expression on his face... surprise, arousal, love... She swallowed what he gave her, and got her voice back.
"Good morning, Ranulf." She licked her lips, the laguz girl refreshed from a good night's sleep with her mate.
"L-lyre... that was..." He panted, looking cute as he did so.
"Good, amazing? It's worth it, spending time with you, my mate." She purred again, twining her tail with his, nuzzling him.
"It was amazing." He licked her face, then kissed her, deeply. All the cares and worries of the world were forgotten... but they then came crashing back.
"We're on a island full of strangers, and you two are...?! Hah... You're making me jealous, sister. And get some clothes on, or we'll start an orgy." Lethe tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, flushed with embarrassment. She glared at her naked sister and mate, indeed, she was jealous. She needed a certain itch scratched... Her tail thrashed in annoyance, and her ears folded back, her face set with a envious scowl. Lyre giggled, looking up at her sister, breasts bouncing as she did so.
"And what's wrong with an orgy? We can teach these islanders how to mate like we do!" She snuggled into Ranulf more, purring.
Lethe shook her head. "When the others get here, will they find a good peaceful land, or a land of lusty orgies and naked cats? I'd prefer the former rather than the latter."
Lyre giggled again, rolling her hips at her sister. "Is someone not getting enough attention? The way you stared at those islanders... Does my sis have island fever? Maybe she wants to have those young, strong, healthy males plow her-"
"Hiss! I don't think with my nethers all the time, sister!" Lethe spat, angry. The older sister was fully dressed, her collar jingling as she paced in front of the naked couple. She seethed on the inside, pacing as the two slowly got dressed. Lethe turned her back, and patiently waited for them to finish.
"There, you happy now?" Lyre said, sarcastically. Lethe chuffed. "Yes, now let's go, sister, before our hosts figure out we're missing." She took her sister and began to walk back to the female village.
"Wait!"
Both sisters turned around, Lyre not looking happy. "Yes?"
"Are we going to have them meet up? It looks like they know each other, but not interacted with each other." Lethe shrugged at this, while Lyre looked over at him. "We don't know, yet. Soon, though. The next few days at the least."
The Gallian male nodded. "Alright, I'll head back. We're supposed to be going fishing today... Gah! Love you, Lyre!" With that, he shifted and ran back to the male village.
Ranulf panted. The run took a lot of energy out of him, and he shifted back just as Moris walked in front of him.
"You're here. Good." The black haired catboy looked at him expectedly. "Ready?"
He must've looked like a mess, hair dishevelled, skin slick with sweat, and panting... "Just... give me... a moment to catch my breath."
Moris looked up at him. "Where were you? Did you run all the way here?"
Ranulf breathed in, and replied. "Visiting my mate, I'm ready to go."
"Oh? You'll have to tell us what this 'mating' and 'mates' mean, later." The catboy favoured him with a small smile, and led him to where the others were. Ranulf was still a bit unnerved by the state of their undress, the loincloths showing off their rumps to great effect. He chuffed, then followed. The others were standing around the firepit, holding long, thin sticks. Like spears... He thought. Walking up to them, he gave the catboys a wave and smile. "What are we using?"
Ciel threw one of the sticks at him, pointed upward so that the laguz could catch it. "Take this, and follow us." The group of males began to walk along the coast. The beach was still its' golden colour, the sand being tracked upon by the catboys as they went along. The time, Ranulf mused, must be around mid morning, not quite sunhigh yet. They went out into the water, wading up to their thighs, then they looked and waited.
Must be why they have loincloths... He wondered to himself. His trousers were getting wet... If he could get a loincloth, that would be-
"Ranulf?" It was Antony. The brown haired catboy shyly looked to him, eyes going back to the water every so often. That brought him out of his head.
"Yeah. Sorry, I was just-" He shook his head and watched the others. He kept his eye on Ciel, observing how he used the stick. The male's tail swished back and forth, back and forth as he waited. The image of a Cat with its' food came to Ranulf, and he suppressed a chuckle. Then, with a blur of motion, Ciel stabbed down with the spear and jerked up and to the side. On the tip, there was a medium sized fish, good silver scales, wiggling and impaled.
"Wow! I didn't know you could... Sorry." Ranulf quieted down, not wanting to interrupt. He watched Antony do the same, then he knew it was his turn. Antony had caught a larger fish, so Ranulf sought to outdo him. He took his spear in hand and watched under the water, waiting. He saw a nice, big, juicy fish... Wait, wait, wait... there! He stabbed down with the stick, the spear, jerking it back up out of the water to reveal...
"Ahhahaha! It's small!" There was Moris and Ciel, doubled over with laughter. Jayde was trying to hold it in, while Antony moved to comfort him. "We all have those days, Ranulf. Try again, we have time." Ranulf smiled, then took his position again, not caring if his trousers got wetter.
He looked underwater, eyes focused, looking for fish. He saw a glint of silver before he stabbed down with the spear, lifting it up to reveal a medium sized fish. "I got him!" He beamed with triumph, and took the still wiggling fish off the spear and set it on the pile the others had started. Ciel and Moris had good catches, and Ranulf took up the last of the spears, getting into the water once again.
His two coloured eyes scanned the water, seeing the rocks that littered the bottom.
Could that be... It looked not like a fish, but... a bottle? He reached down to pick it up, but saw the fish before him. A big, large silver fish. Swiftly as he could, he jabbed down with his spear, trying to catch the fish. Pulling it back out, he saw nothing.
"Damn it!" He growled, but at the same time... he wondered. Who left that bottle there, and why? He reached in and picked it up. It was empty, green glass. An odd colour to be sure...
"What did you find?" The catboys gathered around the laguz, tails and ears swishing with curiosity.
"It's just a bottle, empty." He sighed, at least it didn't turn out like one of those adventure books, with a hidden message on the inside. The others were still curious, and Moris took the bottle to look at it.
"What is a bottle?" The catboy looked genuinely confused, adorable.
Ranulf looked up at him, surprised, then remembered that they'd never seen such a thing. "It's a thing you carry liquid in, like water. Just don't drop it." Moris looked shocked and held it close to his chest. The others were picking up the fish, and taking them back to the village to be cleaned. Moris nodded at him and turned to head back, and Ranulf followed. The sun was setting, and night would fall soon.
It was soon after that the group of catboys made their way back to their village. Antony and Ciel carried the fish, while Ranulf and Moris looked for new spears along the way. Jayde followed last, with what spears could be salvaged, as some of them had broken. The catboys took their path carefully, going along the coastline towards the village.
"We're here." Moris had the group stop and begin preparations to cook their catches. Jayde went to get cutting implements, stone knives, it looked like. Antony and Ciel set to work when Jayde returned, gutting and cleaning the fish with a skill Ranulf had seen in the fishing villages of his homeland.
They must have learned all of this on their own... how could they survive out here? He figured that they must be fast learners, if they could spear fish. He sat and watched how they did it. First they cut off the heads, then scaled them, taking off the smooth scales to reveal the flesh underneath. Then they separated the bone from the meat, an intricate process. Then they did as before, setting out the fish to cook, the fire restoked by Ciel and Antony. Ranulf helped as best he could, making sure everything was set before sitting near Jayde as he stared into the fire.
"Why are you here? There is something about you..."
Ranulf nodded, mainly to himself. "It's just you, Jayde. That's all it is. You're worrying like a kitten without its' mother."
Jayde looked over to him. "What are kittens?" At which Ranulf replied,
"They're little ones, children. Surely you must have-" The realization then hit him. They didn't know about mating! They were all unmated, first timers. That would explain why they were so curious about it, and why they didn't know much about the female village.
The Gallian flushed at this realization. "They're little ones, as I've said. You need a female to make them, like in the other village."
Jayde turned to him, eyes curious. "How are these 'kittens' made? By 'mating'?"
Ranulf cracked a small smile. "You're inquisitive. Yeah, you mate to make kittens."
The island catboy looked into the fire. "It's the other village, isn't it? We need them to make these kittens."
Ranulf nodded once again. "Yeah, but you have to get to know them first." The other catboys had gathered round the fire, and were listening in.
"What are you talking about, Ranulf, Jayde?" Moris cast them a glance, the other two eating their fish.
"Mating." Ranulf reached over and carefully picked out some fish to eat, and Jayde did the same. The two males ate their fish, taking little bites, then Ranulf cleared his throat and continued,
"If you want to mate... well, I can see that you're all curious. It's embarrassing, but our people are more open about it than the beorc. I'll tell you what I was told when I had my first."
This got the catboys excited, and they huddled together a little more, waiting for Ranulf to speak.
"Well, we males have what are called kittenmakers. That's what gets our seed into the females to make the kitten. Under that is what makes your seed. It's called the sac." At which point Ciel stood up and removed his loincloth, "Like this?"
The islander had a good sized shaft, cut. Above was a ruff of yellow fur, matching his ears, hair and tail. Below his cock was a set of proud balls, a worthy carrier of seed. Ranulf gazed on at the naked catboy before replying, "Yes, like that. You are all male, so we all have the same equipment." The other catboys took off theirs as well, revealing similar equipment. All were the same size, length, and cut. The other catboys also had different coloured ruffs, Jayde's was red, Moris' black, and Antony's was brown.
"Well, Ranulf? What about you?" They all looked at him. Ranulf blushed hard, then relented.
"All right." He took off his vest, then his gauntlets. His chest and belly were still scratched from Lyre's attentions the night before, The islanders looked upon this with wonder, and he also had faint scars running up and down his body. Next, he undid his headband, and put it with his vest and gauntlets. His ears twitched from embarrassment, but he continued onward. He took off his trousers and shoes, placing them on the pile beside him. He was a good height, slim, lean. The ruff above his shaft and sac matched his hair and fur, a bright sky blue. His shaft was slightly longer and thicker than the islanders' but he wasn't one to boast. His balls were around the same size, evenly weighted.
"Wow... who did that to you? Those red marks..." Moris asked him. The group of islanders didn't seem to be ashamed of their nudity, not at all.
Ranulf looked down to see the scratches. "Those are from my mate..."
"Do they hurt?" Jayde looked concerned.
He shook his head. "No, not much. She didn't scratch that deep."
"Why did she do that?"
"It's a sign of, well, pleasure. She felt so good that she scratched me, I barely felt it." The islander catboys ooh and ahhed at this.
Ciel was the next to ask him something. "What does it feel like?"
"It... well, it's hard to explain if you've never done it." Ranulf blushed a deep red, and put his trousers back on. He sat down again, seeing the islanders walk about nude.
"What do you mean, miau?" Ciel asked him. Ranulf sighed.
"It's... well, like climbing a hill. You both want to reach the top, but you don't want to leave her behind. You move as one, feel as one..." He trailed off, staring into the flames, thinking of Lyre. Ciel shifted from foot to foot, then let the laguz be. He went over to his hut and sat on his improvised bed, still warm on his bare skin from the night before. I want to know what this 'mating' is... Ciel got up from his hut, and began to walk into the jungle, nude. The last any saw of him was his pale buttocks moving with every step he took, before the jungle swallowed him.
Meanwhile...
"Well, males are attracted to four things, your breasts, your hips, your rump, and your tunnel. You show any of these off, you're bound to get his attention. When you do, take him and ride him, until he spurts inside you. Then you've claimed him, as yours." The twin laguz sisters were in front of the fire, lit again for the night, with the rest of the islander catgirls eagerly listening in. The conversation had started when Petra had asked them to further explain mating. Lethe had volunteered, and had promptly gone into a speech about how males were only good for kittens, and nothing else. Then Abele had asked, "What do they like about we females? What makes us different from them? We both have arms, legs, ears, tail..." To which Lethe responded as she did, her violet eyes scanning the group, while her younger sister stood next to her in support.
"Now, now, sis. That's not all. When you make him spurt, you promise yourself to him, if you want him to be your mate. But he must also promise to protect and love you, and give you kittens. He is sworn to protect you and your young with his life, and you have the final say in what your young will do. Raising young ones takes a group, and lots of things..." The younger sister blushed, the twins still in their regular wear. The morning and afternoon had gone by in a wave of fruit gathering, and a trip to the eastern coast line for fish. When asked about the stone wall, all the laguz got were odd looks and shaken heads.
Myra looked up at Lyre. "What kinds of things?"
Lyre looked at the silver haired catgirl and thought, then said, "Well, milk, but we females produce a lot of it when you're pregnant. When you have the kitten, you make it in your breasts." She cupped hers, under her tunic top, in emphasis. Her sister's were bigger than hers. "And then there's care, you need a lot to raise a kitten, their first shift, their first loves... That's what our mother told us when I was mated to my mate."
"You mean, like what's under here?" Petra undid her top, setting the wrap aside. Almost immediately, the others did the same. Each islander had perky, soft breasts, with pink nipples that looked ready for kittens. They were all the same size, at least, it looked that way to Lyre. She flushed, and nodded. "Yes, like those." Lethe huffed, "And what else can we use to attract males to us?" She said this in the voice she used to train recruits back in the army.
"Oh! These!" Myra swung her hips around, and did a little dance, then Abele took off her wrap and got on all fours, presenting a firm, soft set of cheeks to the twins. Her tail extended from the base of her spine, lazily swaying to and fro. Her rump was nice and firm, male laguz would have been coming to her in droves. "This too, nya?"
Lethe nodded in approval, as the others undid their wraps as well. Soon, the twins were presented with four female rumps, in their full glory. Each islander had a different shape; Petra was well rounded, Abele was firm, Myra was slim, lean, and Kirion was normal out of the four. "I can see the males running for you four in a heartbeat." The elder sister chuckled. The four islanders turned around and stood up, and the sisters could see the ruffs of fur that marked each mound; Petra was blonde, Myra was silver, Abele scarlet, and Kirion was a earthy brown. Lethe purred, and all eyes were on the twins.
"Show us what you have, you two." Petra smiled at them both.
"Sis, you sure we can..."
"Of course, sister, we have nothing to hide, hm?" Lethe stripped down, loving that she wore no panties, making it a lot easier. The elder sister had pert, medium sized breasts, nipples standing at attention in the night air. She had a slim, lean belly, wide thighs, and long, lean runner's legs. Her mound was marked with a round patch of orange fur, and she had a nice, lean rump. She was proud of her body, and knew it.
Lyre was the next to strip, taking off her tunic and skirt, then removing her wraps. The sisters wore their collars, that was the only thing they wore. Lyre was shorter than her sister, with slightly smaller breasts, and a leaner figure. Like her sister, she had a flat, lean belly, slim thighs, but shorter legs. She had a rump that could be called adorable, not as pronounced as Lethe's was, but it was there. Her mound was marked by a patch of orange fur. Lyre was less confident than her sister, she had a blush on her face.
"What do you think?" At which the islanders oohed and ahhed, closely examining the foreigners to their home. They were touched and petted, hands wandering where they willed, until Lyre called them off.
"Now do you see what my sister was talking about?" They all nodded, and Petra smiled.
"It is good that you show us this, what our bodies are capable of." The sisters smiled in gratitude.
Petra went back to her hut, revelling in her nudity. It felt... good. The air on her skin, tasting those intimate places that she now knew about... It felt good, very good. I MUST find out how mating feels... I must. She paced her hut, then returned outside, with the others all talking. With a flick of her tail, and the sensual slide of her rump, she walked out into the jungle, and it swallowed her.
Ciel walked along the jungle plants, naked, aimless, and free. His sac and shaft bounced and swayed with every step he took, the ground soft and warm under his feet. The leaves caressed his skin, and he felt... powerful. Like this was the right thing to do. He wanted, no, needed, to find a female to mate with. He sniffed the air, once, twice, then continued onward. The moon lit his path, making his skin and fur look paler in her light. He continued on until he reached a clearing, with soft grass all around, a ring that felt oddly familiar...
Then, movement. A rustling right in front of him. The foliage quivered and shuddered, not wanting to give up it's prize. Then a figure stepped forth into the moonlit clearing. The figure before him was like him, had ears and tail that were just like his... but was different. They had larger things on the chest, and a different shape than him. A female... he'd never seen one like this. He purred, and decided to make his presence known.
"Nya!"
That got her attention, as her head looked up and her eyes looked him over.
"Male, nya?"
She looked him over, knowing he was a male. He looked like her, same colour hair, ears, and tail. He was male, based on what hung between his legs. She stepped up to him.
"Kittens? You want to make kittens?" She looked him over, with a smile on her face. Her tail brushed against his, and her hands started to rub him all over, her hands wandering his form.
He could only purr, and he felt... hot, burning on the inside. In between his legs especially, it felt heavy. He felt something swell, and start to pulse.
"Kittens?" He purred, remembering what Ranulf said about kittens. He needed to mate with a female to make kittens. He reached out and touched her arm, feeling her warmth.
She wanted him to see her, mate with her. She did what she thought he would like, got on all fours and presented her rump to him, cheeks pale in the moonlight. "Nya?" She shook a little, hoping to grab his attention... and what he was packing. She looked back at him, then realized that she never got his name.
"Petra." She felt him approach, felt something hot, stiff, and pulsing rub against her.
"Ciel." He breathed out. What he had in between his legs was now hard, pulsing and engorged, and his sac felt heavier. His kittenmaker... That's what Ranulf called it. It was hard, but where did it go? He could see two holes, one a tight star, under her tail, and another with puffy, pulsing pink lips that beckoned. He could see her want, and he approached. His kittenmaker pointed the way, aching with need. He crouched down above her, legs lining up with hers, feet flat on the ground. His kittenmaker pulsed, throbbing as it got closer to her nether mouth.
She stayed on all fours, feeling him crouch. She felt him rub against her, nethers wanting him in, what he had... She could see it, pulsing, red, weeping clear drops. She knew it had to go inside her, but she forgot what Lethe called it... She let out a gasp as she felt it probe her entrance, her tunnel. Then,
"Nya..." It was inside, the head at least. He pushed forward, and then it was his turn.
"Nyaaa..." Ciel moaned as he delved inside her. It was a tight fit, and he could feel her squeezing and clenching around him.
Squeeze, clench, thrust, squeeze, clench, thrust... The rhythm went through his head, his body. He stopped when he felt something resist him. He looked to her, her face looking up at the moon, rapt.
"Nya, can I go on?" She heard him speak, after the first few thrusts inside her. He hit something inside her, and he wanted to go on. It felt good, and she wanted more.
"Do it, nya!" She braced herself for whatever was to come. She heard him take a breath, and push. There was the feeling of something tearing, and something warm coming out of her, then... bliss. He was all the way inside, pulsing and leaking inside her. He began to pump his hips regularly, letting out little nyas with every thrust. The sounds that echoed through the clearing were panting , the smack of hips, and their escalating nyas of pleasure.
Ciel could feel something rising in him, travelling up his kittenmaker as he thrust on and on. He grit his teeth and plowed on, mating Petra the best he could. Ranulf was right, this did feel good, he didn't want it to end. But he could feel something approaching, as his hips moved faster, sac slapping against the underside of her nethers as he continued. He mewed and whined as he flet something continue to climb, but he was trying to hold back, remembering what Ranulf said about the hill...
Petra quivered and clamped down on Ciel as he pumped in and out of her. Her mind was awash with bliss, and she felt something coming closer. Her tunnel started to squeeze tighter, and tighter. The moon flickered, and then she felt ecstasy. Her walls clamped down on him, and her body shook.
"NYA!" They both cried out as orgasm hit, strong waves of pleasure. Ciel's kittenmaker throbbed, pulsed, and began to unload its' seed inside her, in hot gushes that covered her inside walls and splashed against her cervix. The two islanders held each other, as Ciel's hips pumped lazily as his sac emptied, their pants soon giving way to content, sated purring.
"Mmm... that felt good, nya. Was that mating? I want to do that again..." Petra arched her back and held herself up, while Ciel collapsed, panting and petting her, both having sweat slick skin.
"That... must be what Ranulf... felt." He felt tired, but very happy.
"Are we mates now?" She panted, before falling asleep. And so the two islanders curled up with one another and fell into a naked, blissful sleep.
Meanwhile...
Ranulf slept, and dreamt. Then, he was aware. He couldn't open his eyes, but he was aware.
"This is him, the newcomer? The machine's ready."
"Good. Bring them both in."
He couldn't understand what they were talking about... but he could sense, and somehow... see. Through sound, and heartbeat, and scent. He could smell nothing, but another male was beside him. Jayde, by his scent. He could feel his tail thrashing about, then something was placed on his arms and legs.
"Get his tail up, or that probe'll never get inside him."
Then his tail was moved up, and tied down, leaving his tailhole and rump exposed. Then something was attached to his shaft, and it whirred, air moving in and up, sucking on him.
"Good, good, suction's attached. Begin."
He felt something move about his backside, then something teased his tailhole, rubbing up against it, cold and wet. He didn't have time to think as it shoved itself inside him, impaling itself inside the Gallian. He heard schilking sounds and a muffled moan, meaning Jayde must've gotten it too.
He could feel pleasure, with a dash of pain. His member didn't care, stiffening against its' will as the suction continued.
"Both probes are in place, begin cycles."
Ranulf heard something thrum, then he felt it. A jolt against his most intimate area, hitting that sweet spot that all males had. He tried to resist, but the jolts kept coming, hitting everytime the thing hilted inside him. His member started to drool pre, being taken by whatever was attached to it.
"Both are producing pre ejaculate, beginning ejaculation cycles."
Again the thing thrummed, hitting his prostate again. If he could, Ranulf would've grit his teeth and moaned, arching his back, but he couldn't move. His hips thrust on their own, body tensing, getting ready to release. Hilt, jolt, hilt, jolt, hilt... The thing drove him on, relentless. His ballsac tensed and pulsed, not used to this type of stimulation.
He could hear the other heartbeat race, just like his. Jayde... it must be doing the same thing to him. All too soon his body surged, tensing on the point of release, then a final jolt let out a flood of laguz seed. If he was able, he would've yowled, as his cathood throbbed and pulsed, giving up his seed in thick, heavy spurts. He felt another shudder beside him, and heard the lewd sounds of another male cumming hard like he was.
"Very good, high quality sperm, straight from the source. Let them ride it out, then put them back, gently..."
Ranulf heard that last before he fell limp, blind but feeling...
To be Continued...