Intergalactic Geographic (rated X)

Welcome to ground zero of "Griffin writes about subby boys getting the stuffing fucked out of them by hard-dom men"! That's gonna be a theme going forward.

The big kinks 'n' squicks list up front and centre (because god knows there isn't enough tags to cover them all lol) in vaguely descending order:

-MC is a tboy/cuntboy/pussyboy/etc etc and is boned by a cismale

-Of the above, one is a catboy and one is a cat...man lol

-While there are others present in the room for the sex, they're not heavily commented on

-MC begins the story explicitly non-consenting (the word "r*pe" is used), and becomes consenting via "heat hormones" that produce an effect in the vein of being drugged/drunk, or if you prefer, "bimbo-ified"

-Explicit references to impregnation and mentions of birth

-I guess if you squint there's kinda scent kink

-Mentions of blood/minor injury

-Space pirates!

I condone

only

the practice of safe and healthy non-consentual fantasy play.

Talk to your doctor to find out if CNC is right for you. Side effects may include subdrop, domdrop, leaky pussies, upset stomach, and fatigue. Consult a medical professional if orgasm lasts longer than five hours.

***

When the alarms started blaring, bathing the comms room in red and blue flashes, everybody knew what it was before the computer readout spoke a single word. "AGGRESSIVE VESSEL HAILING," bellowed the synthetic voice over the sirens, at almost the exact same time another, different voice clip shouted, "AGGRESSIVE VESSEL APPROACHING, CONTACT IMMINENT".

"Fuck's

sake

!" The head of comms ripped his headphones off his triangular Felid ears, lurching halfway across the console to slap a code into the keypad. The alarm cut itself off mid-BWOOP, and the head of comms whirled in his chair, fluffy snow-white tail swishing behind. "Captain, orders?"

The Arachtaur perched on her captain's dais steepled her long, spindly fingers. "Open channels," she chittered. "Cast received signal to screen and enable video feed of myself only."

"Ma'am!" Another sequence was punched into the keypad, and the Felid sailed his hover-chair back to his normal position. "Sending handshake... connected." He steadied himself with a slow breath and brought one of the headphone's cups to his ear. "Live ready."

"Open channels."

Every visual-processing organ in the room focused on the 3D image cast into the room, fizzling at first and only in blue, then solidifying, stabilizing, and consolidating until it was like the real thing was floating right above the main deck's consoles.

The first sound that made it over the connection was the clatter of the head of comms' headphones clattering to the ground from his nerveless grip.

The captain ignored it, professional that she was. "May I ask to whom I speak?" she clicked.

"You may not." The towering, jet-black, sleek-furred Felid hovering overhead crossed digitigrade leg over digitigrade leg. "Instead, you may prepare to be boarded. Comply, and you have nothing to fear."

The captain's mandibles clacked. "Most disagreeable," she said. "Federation regulators will notice a deficit from a shipment of this magnitude. You risk a quarantine of your space."

The panther-esque Felid smiled easily, razor teeth flashing. "Let

us

worry about that. Prepare to be boarded."

The channel force-closed, the image vanishing. "Stations!" the captain hissed, venom frothing on her fangs. "All hands! Do

not

engage, repeat, do

not

engage! Lives are not worth cargo! Defensive measures only!"

"Ma'am?" The head of comms scrambled up to the captain's dais as the room exploded with movement--movement the captain had been just about to engage in herself before she was stopped. Arach faces as a rule were hard to read, but her mandibles clicking was never good. "I-I'll be fast, please!" the Felid sputtered in a rush, icy eyes darting to the door and back. "P-Permission to be dismissed, Ma'am, I-I...!"

"Ensign!" the captain spat, venom sizzling as it dripped on the dais' steel. "Denied! All hands are needed!"

"B-But Ma'am!" He glanced at the door again. "T-The Felid, the pirate captain, he... I-I mean, I... I'm in..."

"Stations, Ensign, or I'll have you court-martialled for insubordination!" the captain hissed, sharply and definitely turning away from him to fetch her personal weapons from the cache under the dais. Ears drooping and tail curling around his leg, he marched, wooden, back to his post and stared blankly at the hypnotising flashing of his comms console. He barely heard the computer, even though it was yelling "UNAUTHORIZED DOCKING, UNAUTHORIZED ENTITIES IN CARGO BAY, UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY OF PERSONNEL INTO BRIDGE--"

With a flick of a switch, he cut all audio from the ship. In the ensuing deathly silence, a gentle mechanical

woosh

sounded from the door--and not a single heard footfall followed, as padded great paws stalked into the room. He wasn't looking. If he didn't look, maybe it'd be okay.

"My. What an audience we have here."

He shuddered; he

felt

that voice in his bones. His head lowered his head, hands curling into fists and sharp nails pricking his palms.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, pirate?" asked the captain.

"Oh? Nothing much. I'm just here to ensure nothing...

stupid

is done up here in controls, yeah? Don't you worry, we're not interested in slaughtering the lot of you or taking you prisoner. At least... probably not. I could be convinced."

His nails dug in hard enough to break skin, a hot dribble of blood rolling down his knuckle. No matter how much he strained his ears, the pirate's steps were completely silent; he had no idea where he was. Slowly, hoping against hope it wasn't too much movement to be suspicious, he brought his bleeding hand to his muzzle and cupped it over his nose. The scent of blood washed through his sinuses and overwhelmed his senses--perfect.

"I do hope you have plans for when the Federation brings down its wrath on your head," the captain commented dryly.

"I assure you, I do."

Fuck, fuck,

he was so much closer! He forced himself to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth, wash his senses with blood, soak it in until iron was all he could perceive. It'd be okay. It'd be okay!

"...Well, well."

Every strand on the back of his neck raised, puffing out his silky white fur. Oh no. No, no no no no!

"A fellow Felid! And so far from home, too."

No no no no no no no!

"Sir!" the captain's voice barked, bubbling through what was no doubt a healthy amount of frothing venom. "I would ask you not to approach my personnel!"

"Mm? Well maybe

you

don't want me to."

NO NO NO NO NO NO!

"The Ensign is very clearly upset by your presence! I again ask you to stand down!"

"Upset? Oh, no, not at all! Not that I blame you for making that mistake, us Felids are such a distant people typically, yes? I forgive you for not knowing. But look, I'll show you--I don't even have to touch him."

He came close. Close enough to feel his heat. Close enough that his tiger's chuff blasted warm air over the back of his neck--carrying his scent with it. It curled around him, coiling like an embrace--or a python. He'd been smelling the blood too long, habituated to its overpowering scent too quickly. The new one leaked in between his thin fingers, infiltrated his senses... and went straight from his nose to his brain, like a lobotomizer's spike.

His hands fell away from his face, minutely swaying on his paws. "That's better, isn't it, kitty?" rumbled through his ribcage. "Turn around."

He rotated on the spot, one unsteady step at a time, tears and blood smeared across his dreamy, languid, smiling muzzle. "Mhm," he murmured to nobody, eyes drifting half-closed. "Better."

Squinting through the last of tears he no longer understood the cause of, his... captain? The spider lady--she was blinking all her eyes at him owlishly. "What have you done?" she accused, rounding on the pirate.

"Me?" The broad-shouldered beast of a man paced behind him, making his tail twitch upward of its own accord. "I've done nothing but exist near him," he explained over his head. "It's hardly my fault you posted up a Felid in heat."

"In h--" the captain half-said, blinking asynchronously. "This is... breeding behaviour?" she hazarded.

"Quite unlike your own, I'm sure. Nothing to concern yourself with--as I said before, I'm merely here to ensure nobody gets any ideas up here in the bridge. And since you're all playing so nice, well, until my crew is done offloading your cargo, I suppose I'll just have to amuse myself." A large, warm hand landed on the small of his back, and he staggered, swooned, and just about crumpled to the ground on the spot.

"You

dare

assault an Ensign?" the captain venomously spat. "In plain view of a Federation captain witness?"

"Assault! Perish the thought!" He gestured to the head of comms, who stared listlessly up at him. "Tell the nice lady, kitty."

"M'kay..." he slurred, staggering again and "accidentally" falling against the pirate's rock-hard chest and getting a large, thick helping of warm, masculine, heady, wonderful, sexy...

"Use your words, kitty."

A light tap on the ass got him to regain a semblance of intelligence, woozily gazing over at the spider lady and giggling, "Tell themmmm what?"

"How do you feel, kitty?"

"

Goooood

," he purred, rubbing his cheek against a slice of bared pec through the pirate's wide-necked shirt.

The pirate chuckled, vibrating the ensign's whole skeleton like the

best

vibe toy ever. "A little more, kitty. Do you know

why

you feel so good?"

"Uhhh..." He "pondered" but his brain was capable of no such thing. "Mmm, I dunno."

"It's called pheromones, kitty. I could smell that you're in heat from across the room, you know."

The head of comms tittered, barely noticing the spider lady's stricken, wide eyes. "Ohhh, okay. I geddit. Heat feels

soooo

good!"

"I bet it does, kitty. It made me feel good too--so good I started giving off pheromones of my own in response. Now

I'm

in rut, kitty. And it's all your fault." A hand bigger than his whole head caught the ensign's jaw and turned up his face. The pirate's grin turned wolfish, his predator's yellow eyes dilated. "What are you going to do about it, kitty?"

His fluffy tail swished over the forgotten comms console, lashing excitedly back and forth. "Can we make kittens?" he pleaded, deaf to the captain's indignant sputtering.

"I'd love to kitty--just one thing first." He manually turned the ensign's face, making him stare straight into the captain's many wincing eyes. "Tell the nice lady how much you want it."

Wobbling and giggling like he's drunk, the ensign purred, "Spider ladyyyy... I'm so happy! I can't believe I found another Felid to fuck me and pump me full of nice hot cum while I'm so hot and wet and fertile! It got

soooo

boring pumping dildos in my cunt every night for a week every few months! Even the ones that shot fake cum into my needy pussy didn't feel good enough 'cause none of 'em

smelled

right. None of them smelled like

men

, big strong men with thick huge cocks and big heavy balls full of spermy kitten-cream! I

loooove

pirate-man's rut pherom--phereo--phanomo--"

"This is

rape

, pirate," the captain hissed, venom spattering noisily on the steel and eating through a solid quarter-inch. "And I will personally take the contract to ship you to your new life on a prison exoplanet."

"Ha!" The pirate's fanged grin grew downright sadistic. "This? No, no. A little demonstration, Arachnoid--kitty?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your pheromones have overtaken your sense, you know that, yes? Worse than drunk--you're practically drugged. In fact, by the blood on your face, you took some very drastic measures to try and drown out my scent. I don't think you want to have sex with me at all. I think you hate me. I think if you woke up pregnant with my kittens you'd sooner claw them from your belly than suffer the trauma of birthing them."

Kitty blinked dumbly. "...Oh," he said, brow furrowing. "I... I-I..." He winced as pain shot through his head. Something... some

thought

was clawing its way to the forefront of his mind. He pressed his hands to his pounding temples, reeling back until his back hit the console and groaning. "Urgh... I... y-you... you're..." His head was splitting, and his moans morphed slowly into, "Please... please... stop..."

"There, you see? He'd never made his consent clear one way or the other. Now we know!" The pirate grabbed the ensign by the snout, forcibly dragged him down, and brazenly buried the boy's nose in his crotch, all while staring the captain in the eyes with a snarling smile that

dared

her to do something about it. "

Now

it's rape."

He threw the smaller Felid back onto his ass, that single hit of pure, if filtered, masculine musk plenty enough to transform him into Kitty again. "Uhm," he slurred, eyes unfocusing. "What was I talking about again...?"

"Nothing you say matters, kitty. It's okay you forgot," the pantherine pirate said, and Kitty's airheaded giggle drowned out furious mandible clicking from somewhere over there he didn't care about. The pirate lowered himself to a knee and plucked up a sensitive ear, pulling Kitty in close. He nuzzled into the boy's cheek one at a time, smearing both with the scent glands near his nose. And just for good measure, he finished the marking with a swipe of a large, barbed tongue over the boy's forehead, combing back his fine fur and leaving it saturated with the pheromones of a dominant male.

It drove Kitty up the wall, thoroughly drowning his mind in lust and heat. He pawed at the pirate's solid chest and mewled like he was a pet begging for an early dinner. "Can we make kittens now, please?" he whined.

"Maybe," the panther said with faux, teasing ambivalence. "Get naked. If your cunt isn't dripping onto the floor you're not desperate enough."

Kitty quite literally tore off his clothes, slicing the cheap navy-standard natural fibres into shreds with his own claws. Gender-affirming medical procedures were cheap and fast in this day and age, so it spoke volumes when Kitty's pert and downy-furred titties spilled out of his quickly-disintegrating shirt, bright pink nipples already swollen up fully into little rosy buds, and his lacy panties resisted easy ripping from being completely soaked through from a fuzzy cunt saturated with slick. The pirate's insistent taps to the inside of Kitty's thighs made him spread them wide, exposing his glistening pinkened sex for the larger Felid to toy with. A gentle nudge to the root of his clit was more than enough to make Kitty lose all strength in his legs and topple backward, throwing open his thighs and bucking up his hips with a truly unashamed whorish moan.

"Show me where you want me to put my cum, kitty." His sex was so slippery it took him a couple tries to get enough of a grip, but he managed to push a finger against each puffy labia and pull them open, the twitching hole inside so worked up that he was, in fact, dripping down his ass, over his tail, and onto the floor. "Right here?" he asked, prodding a large finger

just

inside their spasming pussy.

"R-Right there!" Kitty yowled, twisting and rolling their hips and sounding like he was going to explode if he didn't orgasm soon. "

Ooh

please put in me! I wanna be full of kitties!"

The panther's sigh turned into a low grunt as he grabbed and massaged the package that had been growing in his pants for a while now. "Felid cocks hurt to take, kitty. You know that, right?"

Kitty's muzzle fell open and his head cocked. "Huh? Hurt? 'Cause... 'cause they're, like, really big?" He perked, "That's okay!"

The pirate seemed to think this was funny, and answered the boy's confusion by unfastening his pants so fast he almost lost a button. Kitty's gaze fell straight to one thing: the full and heavy sack--more specifically, what was in them. He didn't realise it, but he was drooling. The panther chuckled once, shifting a little closer, and took one of Kitty's little hands and put it on his cock. It was a

weapon

, the head coming to a spear-like point and only growing fatter the further down it went, until the mass that disappeared into his upright sheath was probably two full inches across. Kitty's made to pump the intimidating masculinity once--it felt fine going down, if a little worryingly big. But coming back

up

, even

Kitty's

completely heat-drunk brain perceived the problem with the dozens of concentric, backward-facing spines that bit into his skin and tried to prevent him pulling off. They weren't steel-hard, they were springy enough to eventually let up, but they snapped right back into place to trap the next cunt that cock penetrated.

Kitty quivered, squinting and pouting at a palm that had been scraped raw, though not bloodied. "That hurt," he complained.

"I bet it did, kitty. Does that mean you don't want kitties put inside you?"

"H-Huh?" Kitty's icy blue eyes blew out wide and he shook his head like he was trying to get water off of him. "No, no! I want kitties! I want big loads of cum in my little cunny!"

"You'll have to let me hurt you with my spiny cock if you want me to fuck you full of kittens. It's going to hurt your tiny kitty cunt a lot, but you want my fat cock raping you senseless anyway, don't you?"

"U-Uh-huh!"

"Then get in position--like a proper Felid. I don't do human-style."

Kitty's previously boneless limbs magically became ultra-agile when it came to rolling himself over and tucking his limbs in close, three-part legs folded, arms under his chest, and generally bringing his body as low down as possible--all except his tail, which was flagged all the way up and swishing wildly. Powerful hands clasped him by the sides, secured against his hip bones and threatening claws sinking into his belly if he made the stupid mistake of trying to escape the mating. Weight settled over his whole back, pinning him as the panther hunkered down behind him, the tip of his conical cock finding purchase on Kitty's tight and fluttering entrance. Pushing it in wasn't the hard part--as much as Kitty's girly wailing suggested otherwise. Once the panther had the kitty penetrated as far as he could go and his tapered tip was nuzzling into the cervix's opening, the only way to go was back, and Kitty was proving the wriggly type.

When Kitty felt warm breath on the back of his neck, he cooed, expected a sweet kiss or a marking lick. Instead, the panther's carnivore maw bit the scruff of Kitty's neck and held him fast, old kitten instincts all but paralyzing him. Kitty yowled his displeasure and then screeched in agony as spines raked down his sensitive pussy walls, unable to squirm and locked in place. The only thing he had was his voice, and for the first several merciless strokes, all Kitty could use it for was plaintive, pleading, pained mewling: "

A-Ah! Owie

, it hurts!

Nnf

, please, c-can we go s-slow--

aah!

"

Just as he'd told him before: it didn't matter what Kitty said. The panther was a beast in rut, his throbbing cock stabbing into a wet pussy that needed breeding, and he was focused on nothing else, not even the Felid that pussy was attached to. All that was going through his mind was the innate, primal knowledge that he was going to father a litter in the submissive cunt his fat cock was fucking raw, whether it liked it or not. Pleasure surged through his pulsing manhood whenever the bitch beneath him made any kind of slutty keen, and he didn't care if there was pain in the voice or not. A dozen fast, brutal, cervix-violating thrusts later he released Kitty's scruff to roar, announcing the arrival of thick, long, creamy ropes of seed spurting straight into his mate's fertile womb, spiking his heat hormones and practically forcing him to ovulate and conceive.