Author's Note:
After several months of work reworking both Halfbreed and A Catian's Dream, I'm finally re-releasing both on Lit! A Catian's Dream is set 2,500 years or so before the events of Halfbreed. It follows the journey of the first Human-Catian pryde that developed in the aftermath of First Contact. Unlike that more serious story, this is happy, silly, sexy fun, and I hope you enjoy it!
This story will end up being much longer than the original, with a fleshed out world and more character interactions than ever before! Hope you enjoy!
- Hooky
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Jon had never known what it meant to be in love.
He
thought
he had known what it was like once: several times, actually. But a pair of college flings and a few, abortive dating experiments while he was busy working for the NAA's diplomatic corps were not love. They were affection, lust disguised as true emotional connection. It paled in comparison to the kind of serene intimacy he now felt with Felicia.
This was love. This was romantic obsession; passion for another to the extent that the very idea of leaving them, even for a moment, seemed unbearable. Felicia's smile made his head turn into a fireworks show, made his heart skip a beat, made his spine tremble with fear and electric anticipation.
The alien from another world seemed to feel the same for him as well. He'd never seen the Catian manage to tear herself away from her fellow pryde members for so long before. She slept in Jon's bed, stayed with him when he decided to forego the business of the day, laughed as they talked idly about their youths and their future dreams while tangled together in the nude.
As they talked they ran their hands up and down each other's naked bodies, to remember the feel of one another. When Jon leaned close, she put her head against his shoulder; when Felicia curled up against his side, he put an arm around her and stroked her hair.
And when they both gave in to the rising want to
be
with one another, they made love for the second time. Her red tail wrapped around him like a belt against his waist, urging him deeper within her as they moved as one atop the bed. When he came within her, his lips were at her neck while hers nibbled at his ear, Felicia's voice breathing out his name with heavy, labored whispers "Jon."
They spent the next day together in the room. Felicia took a cat nap while Jon ducked out for a short time to bring them food, but mercifully he did not run into any of her pryde along the way to the kitchen. He just managed to extricate himself from their shared living space in time to see Sereana walking through the back door, on her daily guard rounds.
Hustling back to his sanctum, he found the redhead lounging stomach-down atop the bed, her legs curled back towards her plump rump as she stared coyly back at him, a sly smile upon her face. After another long, slow experience where Jon took her from behind yet again, the two shared an unclothed meal together on his private veranda. Felicia lounged atop him on the lone recliner as he idly fed food from the plate into both of their mouths.
He felt the curve of her spine, the ticklish way she responded to his hands. Her tail was like a traitorous informant to her wants and desires: sweeping and twitching to the feel of his body. Already Jon was starting to learn things about how she felt, what she liked, and what made her gasp from the simple reactions of her furry appendage. When he kissed her, he felt the little licks from her tongue as though she were lapping at him, and in the heavy setting sun of the Catian system's largest blue star, it was all cast in the heady sapphire glow of an evening's end.
At the end of that second, blissful night, Jon sat on the bed cross legged, his head lowered as he stared at the frilled sheets. Felicia lounged upon the bed, curling her stomach around his back protectively as she stared up at him from his right, her hand upon her chin and her golden eyes lost in thought.
"You're wonderful, you know." She purred, her face serious but her voice warm and loving. "You've got nothing to be afraid of, telling the rest of the pryde."
Jon shook his head, a feeling welling up deep within him as he turned to look at the precious thing that seemed so content to be within his presence. His hand went to her shoulder, rubbing the smooth skin as he worked the kinks from her back. She
hummed
and leaned her lips against his leg. "It's not fear, Kitten. It's..."
His thoughts drifted to the space station hanging far above their heads. How was he supposed to tell his superiors what had just transpired? The magnitude of the first interspecies romance for humans in the galaxy, and the potential consequences of his own, compromised objectivity on the subject? He had no idea where he stood anymore, neither with his government, nor with the Catians.
Jon chuckled to himself, "I guess it's a little bit of fear." He let out a thick sigh of emotion. "I'm... I've never felt this way about someone before, Felicia."
She smiled, flashing her fangs at him as her tail curled above her prone body. "I've only felt it about five times in my life. But you're the first male, which is saying something."
Jon snorted, mussing her hair so that she let out a squeak of indignance. "Way to make me feel special, Kitten." He looked at the floor, his face going solemn, "Does it- do you
have
to be with the same person as them? Can't we... I don't know-"
She bared her teeth as she grinned, her laughter as light and carefree as a feather. "You humans and your 'rules,' Jon. They're my blood, my life-partners. As surely as you are. What kind of pryde-sister would I be if I didn't share you with them? And they with you?"
He felt the warmth of her skin surrounding him and it only made Jon feel more conflicted. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I just don't want this to end between us." He whispered, and she let out a low moan.
"It won't." She breathed, her voice as quiet as the daylight's death. They were now enshrouded in the darkness. "I'm still me, Jon, and you're still you." Her finger traced his thigh, "...There's just a few other people to consider."
Once again Jon didn't know how to respond, so he leaned down into her, kissing the Catian gently on the lips for another long moment. "But it's
you
who's done this to me, Kitten."
Felicia blew a lock of red hair out of her way. "You make a pryde sound
so
much more complicated than it is, love." She said, her finger swirling playfully around his kneecap as he sat. "Hmm... you know, now that I've caught you in our collective web, I get first dibs on monikers. What should
your
nickname be?"
"The Last Human on Catia." He joked. She let out a lilting laugh.
"The biggest cock on Catia." She replied, leaning forward over the curve of his thigh and licking along the flaccid length of his penis. She kissed the base of his navel, just above his slowly growing erection before leaning back to her original spot. "But that would just go to your head, wouldn't it?"
"Both, actually." he retorted, smiling back at her.
They dozed off in each other's arms, the night swallowing the lovers in its gentle touch. Jon slept more soundly than he had ever done since he'd first left the surface of Earth, soothed into slumber by the soft purring of the creature whose head leaned against his chest.
That night he dreamed: a hazy, conflicted memory of past events and dead faces, jumbled together into an unintelligible mess of confusion, uncertainty, and a deep-seated sorrow that had dogged Jon in the recent years of his life. He awoke to the gentle push of a hand against his shoulder, his body caked in sweat and his tongue dry in his mouth.
"Jon." She said, like a lyrical sound in his ear. He opened his eyes and looked at Felicia, her irises shimmering like gold coins in the light. "Jon, wake up."
"
Mmh
, what is it, Kitten?" He groaned, quietly relieved to be free of the uneasy nightmare.
"Are you okay?" She asked, touching his face, her fingers running through his brown hair. "You've been tossing and turning."
"I'm fine." He lied, propping himself up on his elbows. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and tried to steady his heartbeat. Jon flashed her a diplomat's smile.
Her eyes said she didn't believe his shaky excuse, but Felicia simply nodded and smiled at him. "Come on," She said changing the subject. "Let's go for a walk."
"To where?" Jon asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"You'll find out soon enough." She whispered in his ear, kneeling up off the bed and slipping free from the covers. Jon twisted in place and reached out to stop her from leaving his side.
"Hey, where are you going?" He said, as the nude Catian pulled free from his grasp and slinked towards the veranda. She crooked a finger in his direction and grinned.
"Come on." She said, her voice low and husky.
"At this time of night?" Jon asked, bemused. He was now fully awake, and half erect to boot.