"Now there's a nice piece of tail," I mumbled into my drink. And when I said it, I meant it pretty literally. She had tail. Two, of them, actually.
I was sitting in my favorite dive where I kill time between trips out to the asteroid belt, mining for heavy metals. This had so far been an uneventful leave; my usual partners were off-station and I didn't want to spend the bits on a hussy. I was halfway through my third drink and was starting to feel pretty good when she walked in.
She was a Kithkra, a feline species we'd encountered a century ago. Her fur was the luxurious, shining orange of youth. She was wearing black boots that came up to her well-muscled thighs and clinked with chains and other adornments. I glanced at her right ear. Young indeed. It bore the piercings of the Kithkran coming-of-age ceremony, and they were still bleeding. She had five rings in, though, where most had only four. I also noticed her right eye glowed bright blue. "She's a cy," I thought to myself. Most of her kind eschewed cybernetic modification.
As soon as she walked through the door, she clicked off her holographic top, revealing her small breasts, the tips of pink nipples poking through her fur. Though this wasn't really a topless bar, as long as you didn't engage in actual copulation, the management tended to look the other way if you decided to embrace your species' clothing customs. Kithkrans generally wore no clothes, aside from combat armor, but dressed when in human-majority areas. Our species seems to be one of few who get the ickies when exposed to the genitalia of others.
She kept on her boots and loincloth, however. Not that the latter covered much. It was a silver chain that rode her hips, holding up in the front a thin strip of leather, covering only her pussy. In back, I knew it would be a longer piece snugged up directly under her tails, covering what was bound to be a well toned butt. Thin, light yellow stripes paralleled the chain, drawing the eye along her hips towards her crotch.
She had an aggressive stance that caused the rest of the room to pretty much pretend she wasn't there despite her relatively short stature. I think the long knife handle in her boot helped with that. She strode over to the bar, her movements causing the front piece of her loincloth to barely sway to the side, providing me a momentary glimpse of her mound. It glistened.
I realized she must have quite literally just come from the ceremony naming her an adult, and she was in heat and on the prowl. The fifth earring and her cybernetics marked her as an outsider to her people, a station in life I could identify with. Asteroid mining is a lonely profession.
The cat girl sat down and ordered something; I missed what. I know enough of the language to know if I'm being swindled in a business deal, but I definitely can't hold a conversation in it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was young and sinewy, her fur looked gloriously soft, her two tails were a huge turn on for me, as was the fact that she was a cy. I am definitely a xenophile.
The girl took a drink and looked up, noticing that I was about the only one in the bar looking right at her. Her lips curled way back and she opened her mouth a bit, showing her bright teeth in a menacing snarl. I kept her gaze and bared my own teeth.
Her snarl lessened a little and her eyes narrowed. She seemed surprised, which was reasonable. It was unlikely any human had ever responded to a show of aggression from her with anything but a bowed head. We are a soft people.
I kept her gaze still as I finished my drink and waved the bartender over. I ordered another round and told him I'd pay for the Kithkran's tab. I then let her see my gaze travel slowly down her body before I returned to what I was doing before she'd walked in: keeping an eye on the screens for anything interesting.
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I was halfway through drink five when I saw the young feline get up and began making her way over to me. I chose not to notice it until she was standing next to me, arms crossed over her bare chest, tails flicking behind her. Christ, I could smell her. The slightly sweet musk of a Kithkran in heat is an intoxicating aroma, not that I needed more intoxication.
I waited a moment longer until I heard a low rumble in her throat before I looked away from the screen and slowly, casually, even disinterestedly, met her stare. Her left eye was as iced as a comet, while her implant was now shining a bright red. I cocked my head to the side just a touch, setting off a string of indicator lights down my neck, to show her I too was a cy, trying to put her at ease.
It didn't really work. "Explain your actions, man." The last word came out with a snarl, as an epithet. Her breathing was heavy, though controlled. Whether from her obviously unsatiated needs or from anger, I couldn't say.
I simply shrugged and told her "You looked like you were having a rough day. Thought it might help."
"What hssss do you mean?" Her nose crinkled up when she hissed and she left the tips of her quite sharp teeth visible.
I then did something truly imbecilic. I mean orders of magnitude stupider than anything I had ever done. I can't say whether the alcohol had given me balls of steel or brains of rock, maybe both. I reached up and flicked her top earring.
She reared her head back and let out a terrifying yowl, part pain, part rage. The bar was covered in the silence of a crowd that senses a seriously dangerous fight is about to break out. There wasn't a heater in the room that didn't have a hand on it, safety off.
The girl pulled her paw away from her ear and looked at it, the fur slightly stained with fresh blood from the piercing. She looked at me with a gaze that could kill stronger men than I. Before she could pounce and tear my larynx out I simply pointed to her ear and said, with more cool than I should possibly have, "Why aren't you at your Telnma?"
For a moment, time froze. I saw surprise, hate, fear, and sadness flash across her face. She seemed poised on the edge of a knife; on one side was killing me, breaking down in tears on the other. Finally, with her implant dimming back to a soft blue, she sat down next to me, looking sullenly at the bar top. The rest of the patrons heaved a collective sigh and went back to whatever business it was they were engaged in.
"I am not welcome," she said quietly, not looking up. "I wanted a fifth brakta, the rings, to show my strength. It was deemed arrogant." Her tails hung limp behind the chair. "I insisted. The priestess refused, and so I...I assaulted her. Took her needle and pierced it myself. The brakta has not been consecrated, and so I am barred from Telnma." She closed her eyes, her ears drooping noticeably. "I will never be seen as an adult by my people. I cannot go home."
I hadn't expected that reaction, but then again, I don't think I had really considered anything beyond whatever impulse had struck me to flick her earring. I'm not sure I'd expected to live beyond that moment.
I waved the bartender over and gestured vaguely at the furred girl. With that uncanny ESP all tenders seem to have he understood my unclear movement and poured her another of whatever she'd been drinking and set it in front of her. She looked up, scrunched her eyes up and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment before taking a few deep breaths, then a few deep gulps.
Finally, she looked up. Her biological left eye's bright blue hue pierced me. I could not have looked away had I tried. She asked why I, a human, would know such intricacies of Kithkran culture.
The alcohol stepped back in with those steel balls and stone brains. Well, that and the fact that I could still smell her arousal. Despite her currently crushed mood, her body still craved attention, and my own body was reacting. I stood up and just said, "Come with me to find out." I briefly interfaced with the bar's network and authorized payment of my tab, then turned and left. I had no idea what I was doing. I only knew I needed to spend the night with this ridiculously attractive young cat.
I was making my way back to my ship, with complete tunnel vision, totally unaware if she had followed me out of the bar, but not willing to look back to find out. I thought briefly back to when I had been invited to participate in one of my trading partner's son's Telnma. When a Kithkran comes of age, they basically throw a big friggin' orgy, to prevent exactly what the target of my lust was doing tonight. need it. And shit could those kitties party. I don't normally bat for the other team, but when you're surrounded by two dozen copulating Kithkran and their pheromones, you don't really worry too much about how you get off.
I was broken from my memory of an interesting threesome I'd been in the middle of that night by the heavy click of boots, accompanied by clinking metal. I glanced to the left. There she was, that alien beauty. A solid foot shorter than I was, yet she didn't look like she was at all having trouble keeping stride. She was looking straight ahead, her ears perked up and forward. My eyes traveled down to her toned ass, the furred round side of which I could see, the loincloth only covering it from the back. Her tails were curved upwards and swaying gently as she walked and the cloth was snugged up against the base of them.
She strode with purpose. I grinned, my memory and my eyes causing my member to begin to swell. We walked in silence for a minute before I said "So. Curiosity get the best of you?"
She grinned, fangs showing, and told me, "I hear it killed the cat. I hope it is a worthy opponent." I laughed, but didn't respond otherwise. Her fur looked so soft. I wanted to bury my face in it, to trace every striation with my finger. Grab it up in my hands and hold on to her while I....
