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Pilot in Command

marumarun

Summary:

A story about a cat pilot still stuck in the past, and a poor ramp agent who will be groped a lot.

Expect a lot of sexual harassment.

For /adhg/

I probably won't format this into a regular format until even though it's finished.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

>"10 miles per hour! The ramp speed limit is 10 MILES PER HOUR! Just because a belt loader can hit 25 doesn't mean that it should."

>You are getting chewed out by a literal ramp rat.

>Her eyebrows are knitted in frustration as she sighs.

>"I don't want to see you guys splattered all over the tarmac, no matter how badly it needs a paint job. And put on your damn seat belts!"

>To your left, a cheetah has her paws over her lips, holding back laughter.

>She's none other than your partner in crime, Sabrina.

>Sabrina unsuprisingly has a runner's build, but is deceptively powerful due to chucking bags all day.

>Her well toned legs are as thick as your head, and you've seen how fast they can carry her.

>Granted, you've only seen her dash to grab free coffee and donuts in the morning.

>She tries to poke you with her elbow, but given the height difference, it's more like being jabbed in the side of your head.

>"Watch this,"

>she says with a wink.

>"Hey boss, you know I can hit like 50 on foot, right?"

>"That's-"

>"Like this!"

>Your boss is cut off by a gust of wind as Sabrina blasts through a door.

>The door slams into the wall, rattling off it's poor, abused hinges.

>Dust motes and dirt kicked up into a cloud starts to settle on the top of your heads.

>You watch your supervisor's face start to redden.

>You think you can see her whiskers crinkle and start to fizzle.

>"Safety violation, safety violation, you're all getting tickets...you'll all pay..."

>she mumbles under her breath.

>You raise your hand.

"Well, if that's all, I think I'll take my leave."

>You about face and take one step before you feel the rat's paw grab your shoulder.

>"You're not dismissed yet."

>You curse your feeble human legs and their slow speed.

"I'm sorry, I won't get caught- I mean, I won't do it again."

>You quickly correct yourself.

>She sighs again.

>"I don't like being a hardass, but I can't cover for you goofing around every time."

>"The manager might be sweet on you since you're the only boy on the below the wing,"

>she starts.

>"-but it doesn't matter how hard you work if you can't tone it down a bit."

>You actually start to feel a little bad now, even though you're being scolded like a child.

"I'll try to keep out of trouble, for real this time."

>you apologize.

>"Don't get all swept up in Sabrina's nonsense. Now get out there and make me proud!"

>She slaps your back a bit too hard.

>You go and stand with your other coworkers, sans Sabrina.

>"Looks like she really gave it to ya,"

>"More like she wants to give it to ya!"

>You look to the trio of hyenas leaning against a wall.

>They start cackling as they strut up to you.

>One circles around to your left, while the other two flank your right.

>"She's definitely not enough woman for ya though."

>"Not like me."

>The leader of the pack comes into view.

>She's absolutely massive, dwarfing your manlet self.

>Her biceps look like tree trunks.

>You're pretty confident she could break a baseball bat just by flexing.

>If she wanted to, she could just hoist you over her shoulder and carry you away.

>As long as you don't run into her in a dark alley, you probably won't get dragged into an old rusted out Lincoln.

>Probably

>A massive paw the size of your head cups you under the chin.

>"Yeah, I'd make a real mess of you."

>She licks her lips with her massive tongue and crouches down to eye level.

>"Once you get a taste of yeen pussy, you'll never go back."

>Gross, you swear she's huffing your scent right now.

>"I bet you want it, dressed like that. You humans are always talking about how cold you are, and you come here showing all that skin."

>You're just wearing shorts and a tank top, nothing strange to your knowledge.

>"If you ever want to be mommy's little slut we can pass you around for a bit."

>She cackles before letting you go.

>Your supervisor stands in front of the gaggle of people drinking coffee and claps her hands.

>"Alright ladies, we got a busy day today! It's the Anthro Expo so we'll be seeing about quadruple the number of flights for the next week!"

>"Bring your best because we'll be clocking a lot of overtime. Manager's bringing lunch for us around 1. Get to your assignments ASAP."

>"And remember, the company's counting on you!"

>Talon Air.

>It's the only anthro-owned airline made specifically for anthros.

>Created by a some Korean War ace in the 60's, it's niche customer base has left it as a regional company for decades.

>More than that though, the cost of accomodations for all types of passengers, and lower seat count has created a huge overhead preventing it from expanding.

>Global airlines also have it cornered, with several large companies squabbling over shares to try and buy out the company.

>This focus on anthro customers is also reflected in the staffing as well.

>All of the ground service is almost exclusively female and non-human.

>Human strength just can't compete with it's betters.

>As far as you know you're the only human working for the company in the whole airport, maybe even the whole midwest.

>That's only counting the ground, through.

>Above the wing, flight attendants and service desk employees are soft, waifish boys hired to titillate the customers.

>They might be the only other people that get sexually harassed more than yourself.

>But it's not so bad being a diversity hire.

>You got a $4 pay raise upon hiring due to "work experience."

>What work? Literally the number of years you've held ANY job.

>That was your first time seeing that.

>You feel like the pay only covers the harassment from everyone but the yeen squad.

>You definitely want a large bonus for tolerating them.

>It's a bit hard to admit, but MOST of the attention you get is a bit flattering.

>Just don't ever show weakness and let them fluster you.

>You learned that at your last job at Stagbucks.

>Done with your musing, you step outside the break room while tossing on some hi-viz.

>While waiting for a shuttle, you get distracted by a sharp whistle.

>"Hey kid, get in, I've got candy in the back."

>It's your friend Sabrina, calling out from a tug tractor, arm hanging lazily out the window.

>Rolling your eyes, you hop in the passenger's side.

"Do we got any work yet?"

>you ask.

>"Nothing's going out for a while, but we got a few CRJ's going out later."

>"Just sit back and relax, we'll go grab some bags in a bit."

>She leans back as much as her gigantic frame allows.

>Doesn't keep her from cracking her head against the ceiling after hitting the slightest imperfection on the road.

>"So the rest of the girls giving you much trouble?"

"Nothing more than the usual. If it wasn't for you, May, and Lisa, I'm sure I'd already had my pants stripped off more than once."

>Sabrina and some the other girls are thankfully all married.

>Sabrina herself is in her 30's, acting somewhere between an older sister and work mom.

>The only harassment that comes from her is invitations to BBQ's with her and her husband.

>That doesn't stop her from trying to hook you up with the absurd number of sisters she has, however.

>Her husband smokes a mean pork butt though.

>There's only 2 other people that aren't married or in the yeen squad on your team.

>One is a crocodile girl trying to work while getting her aircraft maintainance certification.

>Thirsty as hell, but respectful and a good teammate otherwise.

>She brings in home baked sweets for the team all the time.

>She's even brought in a whole cooler filled with sweet tea.

>The last one honestly terrifies you.

>She's the tallest girl, happening to be a wolf almost 8 feet tall.

>Unkempt with a smell that proves she does not wash her hands after jilling off.

>And always writing things in a pocket notebook angrily.

>You've literally seen her steal a hi-viz vest of yours after pressing it to her face and smelling it.

>If she shoots up the place, luckily you'll be one of the ones that gets to live.

>Sabrina turns to you.

>"Hey, so me and the husband are having a cookout this weekend."

>"Chicken wings for days. You gotta try my wing sauce I make too."

>"Home-made hot sauce and all."

"Are any of your sisters going to be there?"

>you ask.

>She winces and starts scratching the back of her head.

>"So there's my older sister, my mom and dad, and my sister Lucy. You met her last time."

"Yeah, I remember meeting her. Real sweet girl."

>"The hubby's bringing his friends too."

>"Aaaaaand..."

>she starts.

>"The twins might be coming...?"

>You start pinching your brow in frustration.

"How could I forget them? They only chased me around the yard for 2 hours, literally."

>'Show us your dick! We want to see your dick!'

>Your legs eventually cramped up.

>They did see your dick, forcefully.

>It was a nightmare.

>"Hey, cut them some slack."

"They pantsed me! Sexually!"

>you shout.

"Like I didn't have that happen enough in high school."

>"They're still just kids."

"They're nineteen!"

>"I meant relatively."

>"Just give them a chance. I grew up with my husband. How else did you think I landed him?"

>She sighs and puts her hand on her cheek.

>"On the plus side, there's a pretty high chance you could get a threesome going. Just don't end up in the hospital."

"I'll pass, thanks."

>A smug and fittingly catlike grin spreads across her face.

>"I forgot we had such a cute young man, saving his purity for the one he loves!"

"I'm not some mormon. I'm just trying to avoid being a chew toy for a gang of hyenas. Are you suggesting I hook up with little miss Columbine there?"

>She is pressing her face against the window of her vehicle next to yours.

>You can see the grease from her mop of hair, cut into the classic faceless hentai protagonist look.

>The window is completely fogged over, and she's doing SOMETHING with her hands near her lap.

>Hopefully she's just writing in her impromptu Death Note again.

>"I'm just saying you need to live a little. You're only in your 20's once. And all of my sisters are lovely young ladies."

"They're probably too 'fast' for me. Oh, our luggage is ready!"

>You quickly change the subject.

>You and Sabrina finish up some light breakfast before getting to work towing some baggage carts.

>As you arrive, it looks like the the rest of the girls are hard at work.

>You have a lot of disparaging things to say about the hyenas, but at least they pull most of the weight of the team.

>Toss bags onto a belt, rinse and repeat.

>At least most of the girls down here are your friends, enjoying some light banter with everyone.

>"Try to keep up softie!"

>"Work those little muscles!"

>All sorts of playful remarks are had at your expense, mixed in with conversation and bitching about the job.

>All the while the wolf girl is muttering something under her breath while staring at you.

>You swear you heard something about "sluts" and "hot, sweaty dick."

>You're lifting a particularly heavy bag when a pair of arms shoot underneath yours to grip the bag.

>"L-Let me help..."

>Oh god it's her, you're trapped in a hug by this beast.

>You can smell her panting on you.

>Huh, suprisingly fresh and minty.

>Too bad the rest of her doesn't smell as good.

>"You're so small and c-cute. And you smell good."

>You feel a lick behind your ear.

>"You have to w-wash behind your ears..."

>She wordlessly releases you, and somehow no one else noticed this exchange.

>As you look behind you, you see the pilot doing a walk around the plane.

>She's wearing clean pressed pants with leather shoes that shine in the sun.

>Slung over her shoulder is the classic navy jacket, her arms exposed in a white short sleeved shirt.

>Four stripes adorn the epaulets of her uniform.

>Her pure white fur sparkles in the light, just barely concealing light but defined muscle.

>Heterochromia, that's the next thing as her eyes wander along the underside of the plane.

>One eye is a pool of deep sky blue, with the other reflecting forest green.

>"Hey human, pick up the pace or I'll drag you up here with me!"

>one of the hyenas shouts at your distracted self.

>You see the cat's ears point in your direction at the mention of a human.

>They betray the disinterest she's projecting as she slowly walks around your operation.

>She suddenly turns toward the group.

>"Hard at work, I see. Good job, ladies. Keep safe out in this heat."

>Her eyes flit to you.

>"I have to wonder why they have a sweet thing like you out here hauling suitcases."

>"You obviously belong up in the cabin with me. You're too cute to be out here straining your poor body."

>You start sweating even harder as her eyes dance over your body.

>"I like the tan though, all natural, unlike those spray-tanned idiots up top."

>You're speechless as you watch her violate you with her sharp eyes.

>And all of the sudden you drop the extra-large anthro-sized luggage you were holding.

>"Woah there, sweetcheeks. Let me show you how to do it."

>She grips your shoulder and hip as you pick up the bag.

>"Don't lift with your back,"

>Your shoulder is pushed down, putting you in a squat as her paw slides around to your rear.

>"Lift with your thighs and rump. Nice and firm."

>She suddenly thrusts her lower hand forward, pushing your hips forward and causing you to straighten out.

>Her hand is cupped around one of your asscheeks.

>Then you suddenly feel sharp pricks.

>She's dug her retractable claws right into your tender flesh.

>"Good boy. I'll be back in town after the flight back tonight."

>She drags her claws up with a flourish as you hear a rip of fabric.

>"Ciao!"

>She throws a mock salute as she slowly walks along the remainder of the plane.

"...woah."

>is the only thing you manage to choke out while still cluching the back.

>"Kid! Kid! You alright!"

>Sabrina shakes you by the shoulders.

>"I can't believe she got her claws into him already!"

>"No class."

>"How disrespectful..."

>Everyone is absoluetly flabbergasted at the scene that just played out.

>You think you can hear the wolf.

>"Now he can never get married... but I'll take him even though he's used goods..."

>you hear her say under her breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine everyone, just a bit suprised."

>"Suprised!? You're really dense, but she just marked you! Well, only a little bit, but still!"

>"Look at your poor shorts! You got some scratches all the way through."

>Sabrina ducks down to directly look at your wound.

>"Not too deep... That's good. You need to make a complaint to HR about Captain Claw over there."

>"Underwear...underwear..."

>the wolf mutters.

"Just drop it, I said I'm fine, really. It doesn't even sting."

>you say, trying to drop the subject.

>Sabrina spins around you to look you in the eye.

>"You're being too stubb-"

>she pauses.

>"Are-are you blushing? Holy shit, you really are a slut!"

>"Just wait until I tell my sisters. My husband's gonna love this too!"

>Meanwhile, the wolf girl looks on in shock.

>"Soiled it...soiled it..."

>The poor hyena at the top of the belt is being pelted with bags thrown at her face, all while the wolf growls.

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

>The luggage is all loaded, and all cargo doors have been shut.

>You've got the towbar attached without much fuss to the CRJ you just loaded.

>Now having the time to actually look it over, you get to revel it in all it's tacky glory.

>The livery is all cheetah print, with a sharp purple line running down the side of the plane.

>Sabrina was thrilled to teach you how to distinguish cheetah prints from other spotted felines.

>All you learned is that cheetahs don't have "rosettes," whatever that is.

>Every Talon Air plane has different animal prints, with only having a dozen or so matching another in the whole fleet.

>The one matching element is the the pointed "ears" resting upon the head of of the T in Talon.

>They all look like they came from a straight-to-DVD spinoff of Soul Plane.

>You, as you do every day, hold back your internal vomiting from the visual assault, and listen through your headset to hear from the captain.

>The one who apparently furry raped you.

>"Brakes disengaged, ready for pushback."

>She chooses to be all professional now, what a suprise.

>You hear her whisper to the co-pilot next to her

>"I'm gonna be pushing back on that rampie's dick when I get back tonight."

>"Your mic is hot, idiot!"

>"No, I want him to hear."

>You can feel her licking her lips even without seeing her.

>"Hart, I really can't stand you sometimes. Just don't soak through your britches before we get in the air."

>You stand there in complete, stone-faced silence.

>you keep pace with the aircraft as it rolls backwards, then stops.

>"Brakes set, clear disconnect."

>You unlatch the plane as Sabrina pulls off in reverse.

>"You'll never disconnect once you get in me, babe."

>You look up to the cockpit, and the co-pilot has her hands in her face.

>You reel back out of the way, and the captain, who you now know as Hart, shoots a confident wink at you.

>You hop back in the tug with Sabrina, exhausted from all that's transpired today.

>All just in the course of about an hour and a half.

>"Someone's got a crush! You're just too cute, you know!"

"Shuddup. I'm just not used to attention from a pretty lady like her."

>"Looks like you're gonna have to get used to it. She's on the prowl for sure. Cat instincts, I'd know."

"I'm not looking forward to further sexual harassment if she's gonna be this, well, aggressive."

>"She's just skipping most of the steps. If you're this receptive, I don't blame her. I just never thought you'd be this easy."

>She chuckles into her fist.

>"So that's why you won't go for the twins..."

>"You got a thing for older women, huh? I'll let know I'm married."

"Quit it with the jokes,"

>you say mildly annoyed.

>"Or is it the uniform? Is this like a problem with authority, or mommy issues?"

"Now you're just being an asshole. Let's get back to work."

>She quiets down, but still has her trademark smug grin plastered across her face the whole time.

>Planes are loaded, unloaded, and seem to come and leave at a dizzying pace.

>By the time lunch rolls around, everyone is sitting with all their vehicles parked in a circle, either sitting on them or inside them with the doors propped open.

>The manager brought in sub sandwiches. After they baked in the sun for god knows how long. Great.

>Everyone spends their unofficial 15 minute break eating sweaty sandwiches and chatting.

>The wolf girl, Tasha, is sat a good 20 feet away from everyone else.

>She's seperating the sandwich into piles of bread, lettuce, meat, and tomato.

>Next to all of them is unopened packets of mayonnaise.

>You're going to be nice and consider it a "deconstructed sandwich."

>That's haute cuisine when you word it like that.

>In just a minute or two, after you look away from Tasha and bite your sandwich, all eyes turn toward you.

>All conversation stops.

>Sabrina is bugging her eyes out at you on purpose.

"Uhhhh..."

>you vocalise just to break the awkward silence.

>Sabrina is the first to speak.

>"So you're into being manhandled, huh?"

>God fucking dammit.

>Tasha springs up and knocks what used to be her sandwich all over the asphalt.

>She's standing there on her tips of her paws fretting over the scattered mess.

>The alpha of the yeens stands up.

>Her lackeys are sat slack-jawed, mayo and mustard painted on like lipstick.

>She takes a step forward and takes a handful of your shirt in her hand.

>You're suddenly forced upright as her muzzle meets your ear.

>"I told you that you were a slut. Why don't you ditch the house cat and get with a real woman?"

>"I'd make you scream real good. You wouldn't even remember your name."

>You're released, and you plop back on your seat just as quickly.

>"If you want to get torn up a bit more me and my girls will show you a good time."

>Sabrina eyes are alight with sadistic joy.

>Your condolences go out to her eventual children.

>Sabrina decides to interject

>"Now, now, you gotta let the guy have a break! If you get him any more worked up, he'll have to pop into a bathroom."

"Hey!"

>you say indignantly.

>The group gets a good laugh out of this, and you're finally off the hook.

>This lightens the mood significantly, although you are still bombarded by hungry stares all around.

>Bitching and moaning about the workload continues, and everyone is eventually reunited after the break after the obligatory smoke breaks from a few members of the team.

>Everything proceeds smoothly, other than recurrent jokes about "putting your hips into it."

>When night finally hits, you are well worn out.

>And feeling a little drafty downstairs.

>You hope everyone enjoyed the sight of your classic heart print boxers as much as you do.

>You'd prefer no one saw it publically, but you're proud of your life choices so far.

>Mostly.

>You asked your supervisor, whose fur was puffed up for some reason, if you could go home to change.

>"Operational need is more important," was the answer.

>You and Sabrina are rolling along wordlessly in your tug, no words being exchanged at this point.

>It gets checked in into a parking lot as you go to clock out.

>"Chili's?"

>Sabrina finally breaks the silence.

>And so you two head to the the local watering hole for your ramp team.

>You two nurse some drinks at the Chili's inside the terminal.

"Yeah, potato skins and a large order of wings, please."

>you say, sat at the bar top.

>Sabrina is flanking your left, seperating you from the hyenas.

>They've got some poor, meek human businessman surrounded from all sides.

>You don't know how they have the energy after a day's work.

>Must be that fabled yeen stamina.

>You can hear them urging for him to layover at their place.

>If this beer wasn't 12$ a pint, you'd want to pour one out for him.

>On your right you have the other 2 parts of the wife trio.

>They're more Sabrina's friends than yours, but you get along better with them than the rest of your peers.

>"I still can't believe the guts that cat had! Sitting on that bar stool doesn't hurt too much, right Anon?"

>one of them chimes.

"I swear I'm fine. This matters more to you guys than it does to me."

>"He's totally got catscratch fever! Trust me, I've seen this once before."

>Sabrina clinks her glass against yours onesidedly.

>The last of the trio speaks up

>"So, you gotta tell us how you really feel about her."

"Look, just because she happened to turn me on doesn't mean anything. God knows if I'll ever even see her again."

>The drinks are starting to hit you a little bit, loosening your tongue.

>"Stop being so negative. For all you know, she might be looking for you already."

>Sabrina gives you a reassuring pat on the back.

>"So c'mon, just tell me what you like about her already. Besides your kink, that is."

"Well,"

>you begin.

"I've never met someone that overwhelmingly confident. She read me in an instant and pretty much claimed me for her own."

"She had me wrapped around her finger."

>Everyone around you look at each other.

>Sabrina bursts into laughter.

>"So that's how you see it! Holy shit kid, you got it bad!"

>"Most humies aren't into getting pushed around this quickly. I always knew you'd be a good catch, just not quite in this way."

>The other two girls nod in agreement.

>One of them chimes in

>"I always pegged you to be the type to try and get a human girl."

>"Good luck with that. You'd have to find one first!"

>laughs the other.

>"It's definitely better this way. You get a nice girl to take care of you, or at least a sugar momma at this point."

>One of the girls flags down the bartender, a dog girl polishing a glass.

>She places it somewhere under the bar and walks over.

>"I'm gonna close out my tab."

>"Me too."

>The dog girl takes their payment and promptly returns them.

>"I gotta get back to the old ball and chain, see you guys tomorrow."

>"I'm going to call it a night too, get home safe guys."

>They leave with a quick wave.

>You see them exit, but not before you see Tasha sitting at the end of the bar.

>She's really sucking down those ribs.

>She sticks a whole bone in her maw, and sucks all the meat off in one go.

>Wow, that is a really clean bone.

>She definitely seems the type to practice at home with some fresh produce.

>You lock eyes and you see her tail start to wag, beating against the seats next to her.

>She suddenly crunches down on the bone.

>You and the bartender wince.

>Great job Tasha. Nothing more erotic than getting bitten in the dick.

>"The poor girl is gonna get a real bad stomachache eating all those chicken bones. That stuff is bad for canines."

>The bartender observes.

>"I had to go to the hospital for that when I was a pup."

>She sets some kind of fruity pink drink in front of you.

>"Here, for you. I have to take care of my favorite customer."

>Her tail is wagging now too.

>All you have to do is flash her a smile, and the free drinks start rolling in.

>If only she gave you something less sweet.

>Sabrina turns to you as you sip on the sickly sweet mixture.

>"Man, every time we come here she's trying to get you as drunk as a frat boy."

>She leans her arm on the bar.

>"Speaking of frat boys,"

>"Y'know, until now, I was sure you were gay, Mr. Indepedent Man. Someone has to be the girl in the relationship."

>She laughs heartily.

>"Seriously, you got all these ladies pining after you. You're the talk of the whole ramp."

"It's hard not to be as the only human out here. I could be a geriatric and I'd still be hounded by all the girls."

>You look over your shoulder and see a TSA bloodhound eating some fajitas.

"Plus, you've seen the kind of people we have out here. Thank god I don't work third shift with the real freaks."

>One of them tried to stuff you in her snow pants once.

>It was actually pretty funny.

>Until she started panting.

>You had to wash your pants twice that day to get the smell out.

>Fucking degenerates, the lot of them.

>"I would say you should give more of the girls a chance here,"

>she starts.

>"-but apparently all you had to do was look pretty to have a bigshot fall in your lap."

"Stop talking like I'm some kind of trophy husband."

>"That's true, you gotta knock her up first for that."

>She checks her phone and chuckles lightly.

>She's got that look in her eyes again.

>That's never good.

>"I gotta use the restroom. Be right back."

>She leaves you with your cold leftovers.

>You're kind of glad that the wife squad took you under their wing when you first started out here.

>You're essentially "one of the girls" at this point.

>It's only when it comes to things like this that they get really pushy.

>They "only want the best" for the sole boy on the team.

>It must be some sort of maternal instinct.

>You hear the clatter of a suitcase's rollers over the tile.

>It passes right behind you before stopping.

>Someone takes a seat on the stool Sabrina was occupying.

>You turn and see a familiar face.

>She's still smartly dressed, having put on her jacket.

>Her white paws almost look like fine gloves, silky but still hiding well manicured claws.

>You don't think you'll be able to ignore them anytime soon.

>"Hey there, hot stuff. Can a girl buy you a drink?"

>The bartender reels up and starts clearing the bartop.

>She removes her headwear and places it on the counter.

>"Yeah, I'm paying for her."

>You see Sabrina casually stroll up to the pilot.

>She grabs her shoulder and whispers something.

>"Thank you for your patronage."

>Goddammit, you've been set up.

>"Have a GOOD night you two!"

>Sabrina says with a little too much emphasis.

>She quickly ducks out of the restaurant like she just robbed a bank.

>Traitor.

>"So what do you drink?"

"Just a beer is fine."

>"Don't be like that, live a little!"

"Nothing sweet then. A gin and tonic sounds good."

>"Oooh, tough guy. That's real cute."

>"We'll see how long you can keep that up."

>She shoots you a predatory grin, one of her fangs peeking at you.

>One look at the bartender is all she needs to get her attention.

>"Let me get a gin and tonic, and a captain's cocktail."

>"And that would be...?"

>"I think I'll go with a Manhattan today."

>The bartender nods and starts mixing your drinks.

>"Just fucking order your drink like a normal person."

>she mutters under her breath.

>Meanwhile, the cat is staring right into your eyes.

>Her gaze is a little too much for you, and you start fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

>"There's no need to be so shy. I'm just trying to get to know you better."

>She looks you up and down.

>"You liked it, didn't you? You like me doing whatever I like to you, don't you?"

"Ummm, well I..."

>You quickly take a sip of your drink to buy some time.

>Her paw quickly overlaps your hand holding the drink.

>She forces the highball glass back on the bartop with firm, calculated strength.

>Her other hand snakes behind your neck and shoulders and pulls you a little closer.

>"That's a little more comfortable isn't it?"

>You can feel her breath.

>She's completely calm as the faint smell of bourbon washes over your face.

>"You didn't answer my question."

"I guess I do..."

>you nervously mumble.

>"Not like that, answer properly. Say you like it."

"I liked it. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to sink your claws into me."

>"Good boy. I like that answer."

>She slowly releases your neck and and you pull back a bit.

>Her other hand is still connected to yours.

>Her claws dig into your hand and knead your hand.

>The pain is mild, the pressure not quite enough to draw blood.

>Your drink makes a clink as the ice cubes start to melt and settle.

>This makes her pull her paw away.

Chapter 3

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>You take a quick sip from your drink to wet your dry lips.

>The flavor of juniper and quinine ground you again, and you clear your throat.

>You meekly turn away from her and start to speak.

"So, Captain- Hart was it? You said you want to know me, but I don't know a thing about you."

>"Katherine Hart. You can call me Katja. You'll be getting to know me quite well later, but I suppose I can answer some questions."

>She's still staring you with hungry eyes.

"Alright Katja,"

>You start, swiveling your body towards hers.

"-what makes you choose someone like me? I'm sure you have your pick of just about anyone you want at a bar."

>"I don't like dealing with boys tripping over themselves to get free drinks from me. I'm a lot more exciting than just a paycheck."

>"And don't get me started on the flight attendants. They may be nice to look at, but they make a puddle look deep."

>"Really catty too. I'd get reported to HR in a second with most of them."

"How did you know I'm different just by looking at me?"

>"I'm good at reading people. And it's not like you'd do this job if you couldn't hang with the big girls."

>"Seeing you all wet with sweat is a good look for you, too."

>You sigh.

>She's right, any weaker willed man would only last a week out there.

>More than a few unpleasant memories flash past your eyes.

>"I like how you try so hard. I bet all the other girls think you're playing hard to get."

>"It's cute. You just needed the lightest push from the right woman, and you melted like putty."

>She smiles again, her canine lightly biting into her lower lip.

>You quickly down the last few drops of your drink to hide your embarassment.

>"Barkeep, another one for my man here."

>Your glass is swiftly replaced and a new one is dropped in it's stead.

>Or at last it seems swift, your head is starting to get a little fuzzy.

"You noticed that really quick. You trying to get me drunk?"

>you ask.

>"I've got sharp eyes, no way you can do what I do without it."

>she deftly dodges the question.

>You find yourself looking into her eyes for the second time since you met her.

>They really are pretty.

>Katja shifts her torso a few inches closer as she returns the look.

>You start to sink into her eyes, tracing the edges of her irises with your own.

>The colors are beautiful, like an emerald and sapphire embedded next to each other in a piece of jewelry.

>The pupils start to dilate as she inches closer.

>For the first time you see a genuine, warm smile come across her face.

>"See something you like, handsome? I swear you're already head over heels for me."

>You pull back a bit, caught off guard by her yet again.

>She sweeps her shortly cropped hair back a little bit, picking up her tumbler as she brings it to her lips.

>She savors the smoky liquid as her lips leave the glass.

>There's a light smear of light pink lipstick left behind, barely visible.

>You hadn't even noticed before while trying to hide your embarassment.

>You wonder what they'd feel like on yours.

>Another few seconds pass by before Katja speaks up again.

>"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? I thought you had questions to ask me."

>Her words snap you out of your daze.

"Yeah, that's right."

>She leans on her hand, anticipating your words."

"What are you doing in a small city like this? I've never seen you here before. You could be anywhere you want right now."

>"I switched up my domicile. I have a cute little niece that wants to be just like her auntie."

>Her soft smile grows a little bit brighter as she continues.

>"It's adorable. She's going to be out of high school soon, and I'm gonna be paying for her through flight school."

>"Don't get any ideas, though. I don't like to share."

>"Small town life isn't too bad either. There's also the added benefit of a cute boy working the ramp."

>"I like watching him from the cockpit. But he has some big, mean lady trying to snatch him up, though. The poor thing."

>You laugh for the first time since meeting her.

"I don't think it's quite as bad as you say."

>You've finished another glass of drink, the ice cubes mere remnants of what they used to be.

>You swirl them around idly.

>It's about half past seven at this point.

"It might be time for me to go home. I need to call an uber or something."

>You feel a touch unsteady sat on the stool.

>Katja flags down the bartender, and scribbles down some rather large looking numbers on the receipt.

>She must be in a generous mood.

>She stands up, taking the handle of her bag in hand as she walks behind you.

>You feel a single claw lightly trace up your neck, making you shiver.

>"I don't think so. It's too dangerous to let a drunk man ride in the back of some mystery car with a seedy driver."

>"Someone might do bad things to a cutie like you."

>Your ear is tickled by her husky voice, dripping with predatory intent.

"I-I think I'll be fine."

>you stammer out while forcing yourself upright.

>She's suprisingly short when standing up, you realise.

>Relatively to other anthros, at least.

>She still has a lot of height on you.

>You estimate her to be somewhere around six and a half feet tall, dwarfing you.

>She places a firm grip on your shoulder.

>You're pulled into her side, as something soft presses into the side of your face.

>Her chest is larger than you'd imagine, probably constrained by her tight jacket.

>You did think those buttons seemed like they were being pulled a bit too taut.

>She looks down at you with an unreadable expression.

>"Don't be like that. Besides, I think I owe you something."

>You feel a bit exposed as the breeze of air conditioning blows through the restaurant.

>"I like the heart print. It fits you, but it's a little too on the nose with my name."

>"Let's go. I know of a nice place that'll clean you up a little bit."

>She grabs your wrist with her free hand.

>She's wearing a grin that looks like a feral cat playing with it's prey.

>You're dragged along with a grip you already know you can't escape.

>You're being pulled slowly through the terminal toward the direction of the parking lot.

>On your right, her suitcase is clacking against the grooves between tiles.

>Suddenly, you feel something soft tickle your chest through your light tank top.

>Your eyes drift from the bag to the source of the object.

>It's her tail, slowly flicking itself against you.

>Her tail is drawing circles on your breast to your abdomen, repeating the motion over and over again.

>Eventually your vision is set on her ass instead.

>It's shapely form sways back and forth with each step.

>Her tight slacks cut into the soft flesh of her thighs, cleanly framing the curvature of her behind.

>You're so mesmerized that you don't notice the slight turn of her head, her blue eye tracking your movements.

>As you realise where you're looking, you pull your eyes upward.

>Her eye locks with yours as you see a silent chuckle escape her lips.

>She nonchalantly turns her head forward as you near the exit located next to the rotating belts of the baggage claim.

>"Here we are. I'm going to get the valet to bring my car up."

>A parking ticket is quickly deposited into a employee's hand.

>Mere minutes later, a luxury car pulls up next to the curb.

>A shiny hood ornament is perched on the front of the car.

>The valet exits the car as some dollar bills are handed over.

>The captain opens the passenger door for you.

>She then takes her own seat in the driver's seat.

>Leaning over the center, she once again presses her breasts against your face as she grabs the belt buckle.

>She removes her chest as you're secured with a click.

>"That's much better. We wouldn't want to have anything bad happen to you."

>Soon, you're both spiraling down the parking lot's floors.

>Alarmingly quickly.

>What else qould you expect from a daredevil like her?

>The car pulls towards the parking garage exit before reaching an automated kiosk.

>A free parking stub, you observe.

>In a flash, you're on the freeway watching the lights pass by.

>The lights streak and bright halos dance through your vision as Katja hums along to some unnamed big band song.

>Soon you're downtown, as bars and fine dining restaurants creep into your vision.

>You find yourself in a mall's parking lot.

>She exits the car, opening your door and pulling you out by the hand.

>You relise you're underdressed for this weather as the cool night air drifts across your body.

>It sobers you up a touch.

>"Why don't I warm you up a bit?"

>She removes her jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

>Expensive perfume drifts from the collar.

>It smells lightly of vanilla, roses, and a touch of sunshine.

>You imagine the last smell must be what her fur smells like naturally.

>"Let's go."

>is all she says as she starts strolling through the parking lot.

>You take a few steps and look up to the bright sign of the department store.

>Neighman Marcus, certainly too rich for your blood.

>You make like $16 an hour, you note as you pass through the doors.

>Mannequins are sharply dressed, donning fine jackets and pants.

>The store is nearly dead at this time of night.

>"Let's see here. Oh, this would look nice on you."

>She picks up a pair of cleanly pressed slacks and a dress shirt.

"I can't accept this, this is like a weeks pay for me!"

>"It's an hours pay for me. I'm paying for you to look pretty for me. It's a return investment."

>"Now go ahead try these on for me."

>She follows you to the men's dressing rooms and waits outside.

>You strip off your dirty clothes and reach towards the hanging clothes.

>Your thumbs slide around your waistband as you prepare to fully disrobe yourself.

>The curtain is whipped open.

>Looks like she doesn't just have sharp eyes, but sharp ears as well.

>You're suddenly pinned against the wall.

>Her off hand grabs one of your hands and pins it above your head.

"-what are you doing? We're in a dressing room!"

>you say in a harsh whisper.

>"You've been such a fucking tease all night. I'll be having my fun now."

>She leans over you and buries her muzzle into the crook of your neck.

>Her pointy teeth start to nibble your neck.

>She's slowly inhaling your scent, and exhaling sharp hot breaths that cascade around the nape of your neck.

>"You smell so good."

>Another inhale.

>"Such a hard worker."

>she says with with a lust filled whisper.

>"You got all sweaty and worked up just for me."

>She drags a sandpapery tongue along your adam's apple, savoring the salty flavor of your dried perspiration.

>You feel warm, slick saliva drip down your neck to your collarbone.

>Suddenly, you feel her pawpads slide up your bare thigh.

>You feel pinpricks as she squeezes your flesh.

>She pierces the skin for the third time in a day.

>Tiny drops of blood start to bead under her claws.

>You take your free hand and grab her by the wrist.

>"Stop trying to fight it. Quit clinging to your silly little pride and let me take you."

>Her grip grows tighter as she says this.

>She's breathing very hard now, practically panting at this point.

>"You said you like it."

>Both your arms are now pinned trapped in her hands like a vice.

>"Say it again."

>Her jaw is now open as it now threatens to pierce into your shoulder.

>"Mmmmmn."

>She moans into your shoulder.

>Fear and frustration finally boil over inside you.

"Ok, ok. Take what you want from me."

>You're shaking now, eyes starting to tear up from frustration.

>She pulls her mouth away from you, a string of drool connecting you to her.

>"Good boy."

>Her knee slides between your thighs and presses into your now hard dick.

>She roughly grinds it up and down, just hard enough to cause some discomfort.

>Your erection is now pressed up against your stomach as you groan.

>You struggle against her cruel movements, writhing under her pleasurable torture.

>A single tear starts to roll down your face as youe come closer to orgasm.

>"Tell me what you want."

>Katja commands you while tasting the salty liquid.

"I'm getting close-"

"Please make me cum."

>you start to raise your voice in agony.

>Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate completely as she drinks in your surrender.

>She's piercing you with her eyes.

>The speed of her legs starts to speed up as your breath quickens.

>You feel the pressure in your loins build, ready to pop any second now.

>"Sir, the store is about to close in 10 minutes. Please take your clothing to the front for check out."

>You hear the voice of a human man call from outside.

>Katja withdraws her leg and releases you with a sour look on her face.

>She clicks her tongue.

>"Get your new clothes on."

>She's definitely annoyed.

>She exits the stall.

>"Uhh, ma'am,"

>the employee starts.

>You can't be in there, I'm gonna have to ask you to-"

>She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wallet.

>"You didn't see anything."

>She says while depositing a crisp $100 into his hand.

>You scramble to clothe yourself, fumbling with the buttons as you struggle to pull up your pants up over your boner.

>You tuck your shirt into your slacks and pull a fine leather belt taut.

>She's waiting outside for you, having calmed down a bit.

>"I knew that would look good on you. Look at you, all dressed up."

>She locks her fingers with yours forcefully.

>You walk up to the counter and pays for your sharp new clothes.

"Let's hurry to the car,"

>you say with a blush on your face, embarassed at getting caught.

>You probably will never return here again.

>You walk besides Katja as you exit the store, keeping a fast pace to her car.

>The door pops open again, but this time she opts for letting you to buckle yourself this time.

>She seems pretty confident that she's fully seduced you at this point.

"So..."

>you trail off, trying to gather your thoughts.

"Thank you for the clothes. You really didn't have to buy such nice ones for me."

>"It was my pleasure. You look cute in your little suit."

"Do you think you can drive me back to the airport? I have to pick up my car."

>The electronic locks on all the car doors click shut.

>"I'll give you a ride to the airport tomorrow. You're going to be staying at my place tonight."

>The cars engine starts, and it pulls backwards, straightening out as she starts to leave the parking lot.

>You don't even bother trying to argue, knowing that you're already caught in her web.

>You're mute before she decides to break the silence.

>"I've got some more drinks for you once we get there. Charcuterie and dessert, whatever you need."

>"Nothing but the finest for you. We can take our time tonight."

"That sounds nice."

>you agree, not used to this much attention and care.

>The car's engine starts roaring as she drives faster.

>Her hand moves over to gently caress your scratched leg.

>You're probably going to have more soon enough.

Chapter 4

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>You're still speeding around downtown.

>What they say about pilots being terrible drivers is burned into your memory permanently.

>Your knuckles are turning white from the grip you have on the "oh shit" bar.

>You feel like you're in a Fast and Furious movie.

>She is driving with the urgency of a street racer, after all.

>All the while, Katja is wearing a contented smile, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

>Various high-rises zip past the window before you pass your destination.

>You recognize the building.

>This is one of the most expensive collection of condos in town.

>She pulls into a parking garage next to the building.

>You stop at the highest floor before exiting the car.

>"It's just a few floors up from here."

>She's power walking, dragging you along.

>With how tight these pants are, you're afraid they're going to rip at the crotch.

>You're hurried into an elevator, singled out from the other set across the hall.

"You're not taking me up to some penthouse or something, right?"

>you ask.

>"How else am I supposed to get you to model for me?"

>she jokes.

"I'll take that as a yes."

>The doors of the elevator chime as they open.

>As the both of you exit, you see that there are only 4 suites visible.

>You're taken to the second one as she taps away on her smartphone, unlocking the door.

>"Well, here we are!"

>She holds the door open for you, causing your to brush against her on the way in.

>You're silent as you spin around and take in the sights.

>The kitchen is gigantic, furnished with marbled counters.

>There's an island counter with a minibar stashed underneath.

>Stainless steel appliances shine brightly.

>They seem unused.

>"Go have a seat in the living room. I'm going to change into something more comfortable."

>She starts unbuttoning her shirt before even taking a step.

>Wow, that was fast.

>She must have a lot of practice.

>"Catch."

>She playfully tosses the shirt right at your head and you scramble to take it off your face.

>As you remove it, you end up getting an eyeful of her back.

>You trace the lines of her shoulder blades with your eyes.

>Her bra cuts into her flesh, her fine muscles threatening to snap the hooks.

>The underwear she's wearing is suprisingly plain, just a simple white.

>It barely stands out from her fur.

>Your eyes wander along her spine as you look lower and lower.

>She kicks off her shoes.

>You hear the clink of her belt buckle as she loosens it and pulls it from her slacks.

>She thrusts her hips out as she pulls her trousers down.

>Then you see it.

"No way..."

>you mutter.

>She has a birthmark right above her tail.

>It's a hand-sized patch of black on her lower back, a heart meeting the base of her tail.

>She looks over her shoulder with a bit of a sour look on her face.

>"If you say anything else, I'll claw you for real. I've heard more than enough jokes about it."

>Her tail is waving side to side, twitching with irritation.

>You throw your hands up in defeat.

>She continues disrobing, and her pants snag on her panties.

>There's a neatly tied bow connected to her tail, securing her underwear.

>The tied string threatens to unravel.

>She finally manages to pull the slacks down, but not without her mooning you.

>You only manage to see the cleft of her ass, peeking from the hole of her undergarments.

>Her pants lay around her ankles in a messy heap.

>She's wearing some black thigh high socks.

>Her thighs' fat spill over the edges of the fabric.

>Thick as they are, you still manage to see the definition of her hamstrings.

>She slips them off, and finally struts her way into what you assume is a bedroom.

>You're still standing, frozen in place after the free strip show.

>Katja is rustling through some clothes, so you decide to take a look around the living room while you wait.

>One side is a wall length window, while the other is decorated with various mementos.

>You see a vintage record player connected to a massive entertainment center.

>A large TV is mounted to the wall above it.

>You walk up to several shelves to look at the various knick-knacks.

>They're from at least a dozen countries from every corner of the world.

>Weaved palm fronds, coins and stamps are covered in Arabic script.

>You spot authenic chinaware and a full sized African mask.

>You decide to flip through her vinyl collection after admiring her other collections.

>Jane Sinatra, Milena Davis, and Deaf Leopard.

>Also something called Turtle Pleasure?

>She's got a varied collection of music.

>You take a look at the center of the room and see it's a sunken conversation pit.

>Looks comfy as hell.

>You decide to take a seat.

>In front of you is a coffee table littered with books.

>You flip through a pile of photography books and find something that catches your eye.

>Playgirl '94.

>You feel two hands grab you on the shoulders from behind.

>Leave it to a cat to stalk up to you silently.

>Her paws start to firmly massage you, targeting your knotted flesh.

>"I wrote an article in that one. Perk of flying Hanna Hefner around a few times. Really luxe plane,"

>she muses.

>"That bunny threw some wild parties. World's gonna miss her."

>She releases you, her fingers trailing along your nape until the touch finally breaks.

>She starts strutting to the bar underneath the counter, bending over to give you another eyeful.

>She's now holding a old fashioned glass by the lip between her thumb and fingers.

>It sparkles in the light as she pops the stopper on a tacky globe-shaped decanter.

>Of course there's a glass airplane in the center.

>The amber liquid settles in her glass as she spins around.

>That's a REALLY heavy pour.

>You finally get to see what she considers comfortable wear.

>A pair a boy shorts tighter than you thought possible cover her hips.

>Black on white.

>It's a lovely contrast accentuating her fur.

>Once again, you get to see the tight fabric cut into her thighs.

>There's the slightest line etched on the front of her thighs, the details of her quadriceps visible without even flexing.

>The slightest bit of chub spills over the waistband of her panties.

>You're not suprised considering she spends all her time in a chair.

>Her upper abdomen is that of a greek god, however.

>Your eyes trail upward to her top.

>She's wearing a loose grey tanktop, cropped at the midriff.

>The edges of the shirt hangs loosely, suspended by her bountiful chest.

>Her nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds, poking angrily at the confining cloth.

>You can barely see that they are a light pink color, darkened by the thin fabric.

>She gives you a knowing smirk.

>"Why don't I make you something to drink as well?"

>she asks rhetorically.

"I suppose I can have another."

>"That's it, just relax a little and get comfy."

>She saunters up to the island and reaches her hands underneath into the minifridge.

>Soft clinks of bottles and glasses echo in the quiet room as she rummages around.

>"I know you don't like sweet drinks, but I think I can convince you to try this one."

>Several juices are poured in quick succession.

>She flips a jigger to and fro as liquers are added.

>The end result is a lightly pink cocktail in a shooter.

>If there was any doubt before, you now are certain she's trying to get you liquored up.

>She garnishes it with a dark maraschino cherry.

>It's set in front of you expectantly.

>She takes a seat next to you as she places her drink on the table.

>You're pressed against her side as she slings an arm around you.

>The cat's free hand carefully takes hold of the cherry topping your drink.

>Juices from the fruit dye the tips of her finers, sullying her beautiful fur.

>Wordlessly, she presses it against your lips, slowly parting them for you to accept the cherry.

>You suckle on the tip of her finger for a split second before she brings her finger to her mouth to lick off the remaining juices.

>"Tastes good, doesn't it? Now for the actual cocktail."

>"It's a fun little variation of a Sex on the Beach."

>"It's called Sex with the Captain."

>"A little sweet, a little sour,"

>she says.

>"And spicy, courtesy of the captain herself."

>You drink it down in two gulps, feeling the burn of various liquers and spiced rum.

"That's pretty good. It has a nice flavor."

>you remark.

>"Which captain are you talking about?"

>She playfully teases you by raking a claw along your jawline.

"Well, I mean..."

>You can barely force any more words out due to your embarassment.

>The cat forces herself upright to fix you another drink.

>"Another? Or is this drink a little too exciting for you?"

"I think so. You said something about snacks too right?"

>"Of course. You'll find this a lot better than some pub fare."

>She finishes mixing another drink, and pulls a large board out of the fridge.

>Both are deposited in front of you.

>The board is covered with various sliced meats and cheeses, olives and nuts.

>"I never used to get this stuff. I was always a real steak and potatoes kind of gal."

>She takes a long drink out of her tumbler, emptying it.

>"I had a night out with some of the girls for Air France, and they forced me to try it. They really sold me on it."

>Her glass is refilled yet again.

>You look around the room again and notice a faint gleam.

>It's a small collection of military ribbons and medals.

"Were you in the military or something?"

>you ask as you point them out.

>"Those aren't mine, they're my grandma's. My whole family's been military aviators for generations."

>she speaks inbetween bites.

>"Mom was in Vietnam, grandma was in Korea, but my great grandma..."

>she trails off a bit.

>"...we don't talk about her service too much."

>"I was the only one of my sisters to enlist though. Our family runs short for anthros, and I was thankfully the runt of the litter. Barely short enough to fit in a fighter."

>"I did my time in Afghanistan, but there's not too much glory in dropping bombs on some cave dwellers when your family's filled with aces."

>"I left in '02. Too stuffy for me, but it got me to where I am now."

>She quickly changes the subject.

>"I'm grabbing more drinks for us. You still need to loosen up a bit."

>You have no idea how much the both of you had.

>You're a bit worried at the number of drinks she's consumed.

>Mostly for your well-being.

>Meanwhile, you've noticed how drunk you've become without noticing.

>Your head is spinning and you're almost at the point where you're seeing double.

>She sits down neatly with her hands on her legs.

>Suspiciously so.

>She gets a gentle look on her face before speaking.

>"C'mere, don't be so shy. Sit on mommy's lap."

>You're lifted by your arms like a child, and deposited into her lap.

>It's plushy, yet firm underneath her fat.

>She takes a long, deep whiff of your hair.

>"Mmmm, you're so cute."

>She's definitely feeling the alcohol at this point.

>Good thing she seems to be an affectionate drunk.

>Her arms wrap around your waist as she takes in your scent.

>Her chest is compressed into your back, her nipples still painfully erect.

>"You're done eating right? Let's just sit here for a bit before we have some fun."

"Yeah, I think that's enough for now."

>You're very comfortably sat as she coos over you.

>Suddenly you feel something displace the hair on the top of your head.

>It's combing through your hair.

>You feel a light wetness as you realize she's grooming you.

>There's a deep rumble reverberating through your chest.

>She's purring loudly, the sound echoing through the empty room.

>You sit in silence just enjoying this moment.

>You realise her grip on you is very tight.

>As she continues her ministrations, the grip only tightens.

>"Such a good boy..."

>Your ribs can't take much more of this.

"Oof, that's too much there. You're putting a little too much strength into it."

>you plead.

>Uh oh, you flipped her switch again.

>The grip she has on you only lightens a bit.

>Her claws dig into your shirt like she's afraid you'll drift away if she lets go.

>"You like this though. Don't you?"

>For the first time you hear uncertainty in her voice.

>You certainly do, but it's hard to admit it every time.

>"I'm sorry. You're just too soft and fragile. I can't help myself."

>she continues between loving licks.

>"I've got you just where I want you. My prey isn't allowed to escape."

>Her claws dig into you more, holding you in place as if you were a mouse caught in a trap.

>"So weak. You couldn't fight back if you wanted to."

>She lets her words flow freely as she holds you.

>"You don't want me to let you go."

>You really have no idea how to respond.

>A few moments of silence passes, and the air grows heavy as she releases you.

>"I think it's time for you to go lay down. You've had a bit too much to drink."

>You stand up as she points out the bedroom.

>That last drink seems to be the one that has finally done you in.

>You weave left to right as you trudge forward.

>You crash onto the bed face-forward as the world spins around you.

>Shit, you have work tomorrow.

>That will be a future you problem, however.

>At least you won't have to drive to the airport tomorrow.

>You bury your face into one of the pillows on the bed.

>It smells like her, lightly tickling your nose.

>You unconsciously take a deep inhale into the pillow.

>When you realise what you're doing, you bolt upright, arching your back.

>You roll over onto your back now after that embarassing spectacle.

>You kick off your dirty boots to prevent soiling the clean sheets.

>You take your time to think over your meeting with her as you stare up at the ceiling.

>It sure is a high ceiling, you think, distracting you from other thoughts.

>But the allure of the popcorn-textured surface can only last for so long.

>How did you end up like this?

>It's literally only been one day, and you're already in her bed.

>You really are easy.

>All it took was a little charm and some wining and dining, and you're already falling for someone who practically kidnapped you.

>Stockholm syndrome is a bitch.

>Are you actually in love though?

>You don't know if it's just lust, or her taking advantage of your naivety.

>She does seem to like capturing young innocent boys like yourself.

>You look up and you see some of the lights illuminating the kitchen click off.

>Another set of lights go out and you're in almost complete darkness.

>There's just a light glow of some sheer fabric curtains letting in some moonlight.

>Is she stalking you again?

>Are you gonna get violated?

>You're not even sure if you'd call it consentual.

>You get your answer as the soft glow hits her eyes, shining in the dark.

Notes:

Next time:

High impact sexual violence.

Chapter 5

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

>Katja's pupils reflect a bright red light, as if she had a photograph taken of her.

>It's honestly a bit terrifying to see her eyes glow in the dark.

>They narrow a bit as she looks you over.

>She grips her tank top from the bottom and quickly lifts it over her head, letting it fall behind her.

>Her fur shines unnaturally in the light.

>She looks ethereal, like a ghostly apparition here to haunt your mind.

>The window is closed, but the curtains ripple in some windless breeze.

>There's a deep growl emanating from her throat as she carefully pads her paws across the carpet.

>You feel a genuine primal fear erupt inside you, your instincts telling you to run.

>She's a predator, a big one, with big fangs and claws.

>She may be just a housecat, but the cruel sneer she's wearing isn't a far cry from an ancient sabertooth tiger.

>You wonder if your distant ancestors ever felt this terror before.

>It's deathly quiet as she finally mounts the bed.

>The cat's now on her hands and knees, crawling up the length of your body starting with your legs.

>Her growl only grows stronger as she nears your face.

>Is it a growl, a purr, or a mix of the two?

>It doesn't really matter to you at this point.

>You can't even speak, let alone whimper.

>She's straddling your chest, looking down at you with those shining eyes.

>Her hands grip the bedding on the sides of your head.

>The retractable claws tipping her fingers are fully extended as you hear fabric rip.

>Her face draws closer and closer to yours.

>Her hot breath spills over your face and neck.

>You start trembling, your pinned arms trying to gain traction on anything available.

>You pull your legs nearer to your body in fear.

>She's just inches away from your face now, her eyes staring into your very soul.

>You can't tell if you're sweating or crying as liquid beads down your head.

>Her mouth opens, she bares her teeth, and-

>"Boo."

>Her voice comes out as a soft whisper.

>"Did my little man get scared? I'll kiss your tears away."

>You release the breath you've been holding for what seems like an eternity.

>You learn for the first time in your life that the suspension bridge effect is a very real thing.

>Your senses return to you and you feel how erect you are.

>Your dick presses painfully against it's binds.

>You want to try and pull your pants off, but your arms are still pinned by her powerful thighs.

>She smiles knowingly, tightening the grip her legs have on you.

>You may have even sobered up a bit, but it's probably just the adrenaline.

>There's a dampness on your stomach, wetness that is not solely from your cold sweat.

>Her excitement soaked through her boy shorts.

>Her face buries into the crook of your neck.

>She takes a deep breath, her wet pink nose suprisingly warm.

>"I can smell it, you know. Your fear. It's spicy."

>"I love it."

>Her rough tongue drags up towards your jawline.

>Your skin is so sensitive that it feels like sandpaper.

>True to the cat's word, she eventually reaches your face with her mouth.

>Soft kisses interspersed with long, drawn out licks pepper your cheeks.

>She pulls one of her arms towards you, cradling your head roughly with her paw.

>Her pace quickens, as her breathing becomes more ragged.

>Her loins grind against you feverishly.

>All of the sudden, she pulls her head back, seating herself upright.

>"I think that's enough of that."

>she says matter-of-factly.

>A few moments pass, and see stands up over you as she looks down at you with a look of superiority painted on her face.

>She's flushed, either from the arousal or the alcohol.

>She brings herself onto her knees and you see her hands hook into the waistband of her panties.

>She slips them off, pulling one paw after the other through the legs.

>They're gently deposited to the right of your head just a foot or two away.

>She then hoists a leg over your body as she spins around.

>You get an eyeful of her backside.

>And of her birthmark as well.

>It seems a little unfitting considering how rough her affection is.

>"You're gonna make me feel good now. I'm gonna be a bit rough."

>Your vision fails to focus as she scoots backwards.

>All you see is white fuzz as she folds her calves under her thighs and seats herself on your face.

>Her wet sex presses against your lips.

>"Lick."

>is all she says.

>You open your mouth, probing her pussy with your tongue.

>Her taste is intoxicating, making your head spin even harder than it was before.

>"Oooh,"

>she coos as you probe inside her sheepishly.

>She's dripping wet from her warm up earlier.

>"Harder than that. I know you can do better than that."

>You throw away your hesitation and start drawing circles inside her.

>Her tail is erratically whipping to and fro, softly slapping against the pillow you're resting on.

>Your nose is pressed firmly to her asshole, the musky scents of her pussy and ass mixing together.

>Katja throws her hands forward onto your abdomen.

>You start to feel her purring once again, the vibration echoing throughout your body.

>Her paws start to knead your tender flesh, gripping it rhythmically.

>Her clit grinds against your chin as she starts slowly rocking back and forth.

>"Mmmrrr..."

>You think you start to hear soft meows escape her mouth.

>You redouble your efforts, diving deeper into her thighs as you try your best to please your pussycat.

>Her claws pop out as her kneading intensifies against your stomach.

>Soft pinpricks dot your body as her purring grows louder.

>Her movements only grow faster and faster.

>All of the sudden, she really starts to dig into your torso.

>You can feel your skin slightly starting to stick to her claws as the pulls them back and forth over you.

>The pain is a little more than minor, and you hiss softly into her sex.

>The vibrations from your voice only stimulates her more.

>She starts rubbing her crotch over your face with reckless abandon.

>You can't even keep up with trying to lick her at the ferocity of her hips.

>"Yessss. Keep going!"

>She's humping your face with all she's got.

>You can feel her slickness run over your face, smothering you.

>You genuinely can barely breath at this moment.

>Her powerful thighs start to squeeze your head to a painful extent.

>You feel like your head is about to pop.

>There's a wetness dripping onto your stomach again.

>She's letting drool drip onto you in her fervor.

>Her pace is frantic and erratic now.

>She's getting close.

>Unfortunately, your vision is starting to fade as your air flow and blood flow are cut off by her lower body.

>"Haah, haa!"

>She's moaning and repeating a mix of "fuck," and "good boy."

>Her voice is starting to quiet down as your conciousness starts to slip.

>You tap your palm against her arm, but she doesn't seem to care or respond.

>Suddenly, all her weight is pressed onto your head as her legs quiver.

>She yowls, her claws piercing into you in a final assault.

>A few moments pass before she lifts her bottom off your face.

>You gasp for air as she dreamily gazes at you through her legs.

>There's a string of her secretions trailing from her hips to your face like a spiderweb.

>"I told you I was gonna be rough."

"I'll say..."

>You cough a bit.

>"That's a good look on you though. I might have to make you my new seat."

>she continues.

>"I think I found where you belong."

>She finally flops over, legs and arms spread over the sheets next to you.

>A few minutes pass as she basks in her afterglow.

>You're just catching your breath as your jaw and neck ache.

>The myriad of fluids cover your face, now starting to cool in the night air.

>You bring up a sleeve to wipe your face, dirtying it on the cuff.

>The cat finally rights herself, a cheeky grin on her face.

>She drapes herself over your legs, bringing herself over your lower body.

>Katja brings her hands up to your collar, unbuttoning your shirt starting from the collar.

>The shirt is stained with various fluids from top to bottom.

>By the time the last button is undone, she starts giving long protracted licks over your scratches.

>They've long since clotted over, but tiny spots of blood still dot your stomach.

>"I'm sorry I clawed you so bad. It just felt too good. I'll kiss it all better for you."

>She tends to your wounds like a mother cat tending her kittens.

>There's a concerning look on her face though, as she's definitely savoring the faint flavors of iron and sweat.

>She finishes up as her purring tickles your legs.

>She sits up again next to your body.

>She's leaning on her elbow looking you in the eyes.

>"Looks like you still haven't calmed down yet."

>She eyes the tent you're pitching.

>She takes her free hand and flicks it lightly with her index finger.

>"You poor thing, so pent up. Mommy will take care of it for you."

>Your belt is unbuckled before reaching your pants button and unfastening it.

>She pulls your zipper agonizingly slow, enjoying your impatience.

>Pulling your pants down to your knees, she then reaches up and fiddles with the head of your penis through your boxers.

>You swear she's a long lost twin of the Cheshire Cat as she smiles at you while rubbing her palm against your boner.

>Satisfied after a few seconds of this, she finally pulls your underwear down, your dick springing free.

>A hand reaches between her legs and she sweetly exhales as she runs her fingers along her sopping slit.

>She does this for a while before withdrawing her hand.

>Her hand is brought under her mouth, and she lets a dollop of saliva fall into her palm from her tongue.

>She slides a few feet onto your chest as she brings her hand up to your face.

>Her large breasts press against you and her nipples poke your flesh.

>She spreads her sticky fingers and you see strings of her natural lubricant between them.

>"You've been a good boy, so I'll be gentle this time."

>Katja reaches her hand back to your crotch and you feel a warm slickness envelop your glans.

>"There we go. Does that feel better?"

"Y-yeah."

>The natural juices start to drip down the shaft of your cock as she cups the head with a light fist.

>You inhale sharply because of her ministrations.

>After a minute or so of teasing, the liquid has coated the entirety of your dick, extra fluid pooling around the base.

>She notices this and starts pumping her hand up and down.

>It's very slowly gliding along your skin, almost driving you mad.

>However, her leg is draped over both of yours, and you can barely even squirm, let alone buck your hips in any meaningful way..

>You release a pained sigh and lean your head back, closing your eyes.

>Suprisingly soft pawpads squish against your sensitive flesh.

>You've never felt them in this context, more used to the rough punishment doled out by her hands.

>She must take really good care of them.

>The fur between her pawpads is slick too, softly tickling you like a paintbrush.

>More breath escapes your lips as you keep your eyes slammed shut.

>They're forced open in suprise when you feel it, though.

>First you notice the texture.

>Rough, as always.

>You look up to her head, and you see that her tongue is extended from pursed lips.

>She drags it yet again over your nipple.

>"You're so cute. Sensitive everywhere. You got so much harder when I licked your nipples."

>You get a bit indignant.

"H-hey! I'm not like that!"

>"I already know you're a dirty boy. Stop pretending that you aren't a little pervert."

>You've got no counter to her words, and she knows it.

>The pace of her hand has started to pick up as she draws circles around your flesh with her tongue.

>The contrast between the sandpapery top side and smooth wet flesh of the underside drives you wild.

>She starts suckling it, the slight reverberations of her moans stimulating you even further.

>Her paw continues to move faster and faster.

>You remember something about cats.

>Their tongues are covered in tiny hooks, the function being to remove flesh from bone.

>Your nipple is inflamed in more than one way due to her.

>Her hand squeezing you almost painfully hard at this point.

>It's frictionless, but the ferocity of her assault sets your nerves ablaze from overstimulation.

>She removes her mouth from you with a pop, and kisses you on the chest.

>This drives you over the edge.

"Wait!"

>You're holding back with all the willpower you can muster.

>"It's okay, let it all out."

>You groan as you release rope after rope of cum, splashing onto her hand.

>White sparks flood your vision as you start to slow down.

>"You let out so much for me. Good boy."

>You're feeling really dizzy now.

>You've been assaulted in almost every way, and your body has finally had enough.

>Katja says something undiscernable, and you start to drift into unconciousness.

>The last thing you feel is a paw lightly running through your hair.

>Ugh, why does everything hurt so much?

>You feel crippled as your crusty eyes open.

>You throw off the sheets you're under and realise you're naked from the waist down.

>Your shirt is only half-way on.

>You sit up and your vision immediately starts spinning.

>Memories of the night start flooding back.

>You came home with Captain Hart after getting liquored up.

>You got molested all night.

>Then you almost died under her ass and came harder than you've ever came in your entire life.

>You just wish your head didn't feel like it got hit by a sledgehammer.

>That wasn't a light ass that smashed your head, at least relatively.

>Several pieces of clothing litter the floor, and you manage to slip on your underwear and pants.

>Your shirt is an absolute mess though.

>From your pants, you fish out your phone.

>It's still a few hours until your shift starts.

>So you start your walk of shame out into the living room.

>"I didn't think I'd wear you out that much. Took you long enough, sleeping beauty."

>"You give head like a champ though."

>She sets her eyes on you, chomping on a half-smoked cigar.

>Of course she's the one who's fine.

>"Just in time, too. I haven't had my coffee yet. I got a french press in the kitchen for you."

>You trudge over to the counter and start brewing coffee for the two of you.

>Two cups are poured as you nurse your mug.

>Katja seems to be in bliss as smoke drifts from her cigar.

>She's alternating puffs and sips of coffee.

>"Best breakfast in the world."

>she sighs.

>You look at her incredulously.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. I feel sticky pretty much everywhere."

>"Hey, I tried my best. But there's no time for that, I have a plane to fly soon. Go wash your face, then we're headed out."

"Where's my clothes?"

>"You left them at the department store."

"Goddammit."

>Today's gonna be a great day.

Notes:

Started out writing this while listening to Ben Frost - By the Throat.

If you want some scary dark ambient songs with spooky awoos, it's great.

Check out the song "The Carpathians" from the album.

Chapter 6

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

>"Hiiiigh-way to the danger zone~"

>Highway to the danger zone, indeed.

>You're pretty sure you're going to die in this car.

>You are way too hungover for this.

>Your head hurts, the music is too loud, and you wish you were home right now.

>At least she has a pretty singing voice.

>A very loud pretty voice.

>She swerves a lane over, and you swear the car propped itself onto two wheels.

>With the pace you're making, you'll end up about 2 hours early for work.

>Not enough time to relax at home, and too long to hang out in the terminal.

"Please slow down, I'm getting carsick."

>You cover your mouth with a hand.

>"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

>She whips her body around to yell at you.

>She also whips the steering wheel to the right, causing you to bang your head against the window.

>Thankfully, the stereo gets turned down.

>"Sorry about that."

>All you do is bury your face in your hands.

>"We're almost there."

>Soon the two of you are parked, and you exit.

>You immediately hunch over against the car.

>"Let's go."

>You follow her, shuffling like a toddler through the parking lot.

>You pass through the employee entrance together.

>All eyes are upon you though, as various airport employees whisper to each other.

>"I have to go meet up with my first officer. Pre-flight stuff. I'll be gone about a week or so."

>You get a swift smack to the bottom as she walks off.

>"Try not to get too lonely!"

>It's time for you to get cleaned up a bit.

>You stop by your favorite newsstand.

>You buy an overpriced disposable toothbrush, a danish, and a few bottles of Gatorade.

>The red panda that mans the cash register rings you up silently.

>Usually she's trying to flirt with you.

>Guess you really look that bad.

>You head to the bathroom to see what the damage is.

>There's a nice large mirror in over the sink.

>As you brush your teeth, you get a chance to look over yourself.

>Wow, that is bad.

>You luckily had enough time to wash your face before leaving earlier.

>Your hair is tousled in a messy bed-head look.

>You've got stains on your collar, somehow.

>The midsection of your shirt has dried blood blotted on it.

>It looks similar to the little spots left over after a shaving accident.

>As you look down, you realize your pants are in a worse state.

>Unfortunately, your pants are black, so all of her dried fluids left a huge patch of white along your thigh.

>A glob of toothpaste drips from your mouth onto your crotch.

>It's definitely the least of your worries right now, though.

>You spit the rest of the foam from your mouth and gargle some water.

>As you rehydrate yourself on the way to the ramp employee room, you pass by an overpriced café.

>You see two pilots sat at a small table.

>Opposite to you is a lion lady eating some small breakfast sandwich.

>You can't see the one with her back to you.

>You dismiss the girls and start towards the ramp room again.

>You silently thank god that you're early.

>No one is there as you reach your locker.

>You slip on some steel-toed boots, and pull out a hi-viz vest.

>Looks like it covers the worst of your shirt.

>Seems like the night-shifters left a few donuts in a box too.

>You eat some stale donuts as you sit down and ponder your life choices.

>Maybe you should have gotten a job at a library or something instead.

>Thirty minutes later the door pops open.

>It's your team lead and Sabrina happily chatting.

>You never knew they got along that well.

>You also never knew Sabrina came in that early.

>You're chronically late, so it's no suprise that you wouldn't know.

>"Good morning, Anon."

>your rat boss says.

>Her nose twitches and she quickly walks past you.

>At least she's being professional about it.

>Sabrina's still across the room from you.

>"Man Anon, you look like shit!"

>she cheerily shouts.

>"-and you look so cute in your clothes! Did your sugar momma-"

>She takes a few steps towards you.

>Her paw is outstretched to pat you on the shoulder.

>All of the sudden, she recoils back.

>Her face wrinkles up.

>Her lips curl up, and she sticks her tongue out as she gags a bit.

>It's a Flehman response.

>You've seen her do the same thing when she accidentally got bleu cheese on a salad once.

>She pulls in a little closer to your neck, sniffing it lightly.

>"What the fuck, Anon! You fucking reek of pussy. In multiple ways."

>"How hard did you go at it to get it on your collar?"

"Isn't this like, sexual harassment or something?"

>you joke.

>"The only harassment happening here is your smell. I can't say I'm a fan of another cat's odor."

"Sorry, I never got a chance to take a shower or anything."

>you say bashfully.

>She pulls away and takes a seat, all the way across the room.

>Her face is still a little screwed up in response.

>"I guess the good news is that the girls will probably leave you alone. Except for the hyenas, they might be into that."

>You groan thinking about it.

"You're the one who sold me out. You have at least half of the responsibility here."

>"I want to see you turn down a nice, crisp hundred dollar bill."

"I get it, not like my night wasn't conpensated as well."

>The rest of the team starts filing in.

>Luckily your hangover is finally starting to subside from all the coffee and sports drinks.

>It's very quiet as the pre-work meeting starts.

>Various safety topics are highlighted, proper lifting technique and such.

>Also a helpful hint: "Don't stand in front of a turbine until it spools down, or else you'll be painting the asphalt behind the engine."

>Your safety brief ends without much incident.

>All you got was a more intense eye-raping by the gang.

>Tasha's trembling in the corner before she runs out.

>Her little notebook is pressed into her chest, completely enveloped by her breasts.

>You can't even see it at this point.

>You feel a paw lightly placed on your shoulder to get your attention.

>"Anon, can I talk to you?"

>It's your boss.

>You're pulled to the side.

>"So, this is an awkward conversation to have. Keep in mind that you work in an almost fully anthro workplace."

"I guess you're gonna talk to me about the smell?"

>"I don't want to have conversations like this, but it's distracting to the team. You're not the only one I've had to talk to about this, though."

>"ONE of our girls has had this conversation like ten times now. I can't really discipline her for that though."

"Tasha, I guess?"

>"I can't say."

>she says, looking off to the side.

>She's not good at hiding her thoughts.

"I aplogize about this, I'll try to make sure this doesn't happen again."

>"Thanks Anon. You're a good worker. Now go ahead and get to it!"

>You have a newfound appreciation for your boss.

>All business when it matters.

>Everone has already left by the time your talk ended.

>Including Sabrina.

>There goes your ride.

>You're forced to get your own tug.

>It's a good hour until your plane has to get loaded, looks like you lucked out.

>You step outside your vehicle to air yourself out a bit.

>Everyone else is grouped together, chatting happily.

>The yeens are giving you some salacious looks.

>Then a warm breeze starts washing over the ramp.

>Everyone is downwind of you, including Tasha.

>Fear overtakes you as she starts snarling, causing the group to take a few steps back.

>Sabrina starts speeding towards you, trying to block the wind from blowing across you.

>It is far too late at this point, however.

>No one knows what she's going to do next.

>All of the sudden, she starts spinning in circles, almost looking like she's chasing her tail.

>Her growls are now interspersed with barks as well.

>Everyone is afraid of the sight before their eyes.

>One of the girls genuinely starts running away, leaving the group alone to deal with this.

>Her spinning only increases in tempo, causing all of her features to blur in a spiral of fur.

>She stops all of the sudden, showing no signs of being dizzy or losing any balance.

>Her eyes are wild, taken over by some horrifying instinct.

>They look into your soul as Sabrina runs off a few feet as well.

>What the fuck is happening?

>Everyone appears to share your confusion.

>All that you know is that something bad is about to happen.

>Tasha's first few steps are plodding, looking somewhere between a zombie and Frankenstein's monster.

>Her back is hunched over as her fur bristles.

>Her pace picks up as you flinch and close your eyes.

>Two very large arms wrap around you and spin you 180 degrees.

>You're thrown onto your hands and knees while she huddles over you in an unescapable bear hug.

>It's showtime.

>Her intentions are now clear to the audience.

>You feel her hips awkwardly thrust against your backside.

>There's much too much force put into it.

>She crashes into you over and over again.

>You might actually have bruises at this point.

>Her muzzle is hooked around your shoulder.

>Painful minutes pass by as she pants hot breath over your ear.

>Her bangs tickle your cheek.

>Please let this hell end.

>You feel a warm wetness on your bottom as you wish your slacks were a bit thicker.

>"Haah! Ruff!"

>Looks like she's almost done.

>All of the sudden, she howls as you ribs are compressed in her arms.

>The act is completed.

>There's no doubt that dominance was asserted.

>You are released and you gently drop face down onto the tarmac.

>You've definitely completely dissociated at this point.

>The sun has baked a pleasant warmness into the asphalt as you turn your head to the side.

>The ground feels nice.

>You hear paw pads impact the ground and grow softer and softer as they retreat.

>Sabrina's crouched down next to you.

>Her eyes are wide as you see her mouth move.

>Gradually your senses come back to you.

>"Anon, I asked if you're okay!"

"Uh, yeah, I think."

>Multiple hands grab you by the armpits and lift you onto your feet.

>"Here, get some water!"

>You feel like a boxer in the corner as water is poured into your mouth.

>You've definitely had a rough round earlier.

>You get all the sweat toweled off of you.

>Even the yeens are there, the Alpha wrapping her arms around you.

>Getting hugged normally is pretty nice, you think.

>You get onto your feet and dust yourself off.

>Recovering quickly has always been a skill of yours.

>The hyenas decide to speak up.

>"Hey, I know you've got a great ass and everything, but that was fucking wack."

>"Y'know all the talk about us is like an urban legend and such. We won't hurt you, I promise."

>They are terrible at comforting you, but it's the thought that counts.

"I'm gonna go sit down."

>You walk away and go sit down on the seat of your tractor.

>Luckily it's time to load up the luggage after you sit for a few minutes.

>The belt loader is pulled up and some of your coworkers pile in to the belly of the airplane.

>Throwing bags isn't the most enjoyable thing, but it helps pass the time.

>Everyone is walking on eggshells around you, but all the little jokes and comments make you appreciate your coworkers.

>Except Tasha.

>She's nowhere to be found.

>You see the a pilot round the other end of the aircraft.

>All you can see is their legs from underneath the plane.

>They finally turn around the aft, and you see who it is.

>It's Katja, lazily looking over the tail.

>A few steps more and she looks down.

>"Hmmm? Looks like we meet again."

>She shoots you a toothy grin.

"I thought you had to catch an early flight?"

>you say, a little upset with her.

>"Yeah, I said I had to meet up with my co-pilot. We really needed some breakfast."

>Goddammit, she did all this on purpose.

>She walks up to you and her nose crinkles a bit.

>"What have you been up to? Already bored with me?"

>she says, wearing a complicated expression on her face.

"I don't know. I genuinely don't know."

>She sees your empty stare and doesn't ask further.

>"I'll leave you to it. I'll see you later this week."

"Yes, mom!"

>Uh oh, that slipped out by accident.

>Her face immediately switches to one of shock.

>Her paw goes up to her cap and she pulls the brim down a little further.

>Is she blushing?

>"Y-you really like calling me that, huh? Time for me to go, babe."

>You feel a slight accomplishment at finally being the one to embarass her for the first time.

>Sabrina turns to you.

>"So you are really into that..."

>She tries, and fails to cover a snicker with her hand.

>The hyenas start their signature cackle and slap each other on the back.

>Excluding the Alpha.

>She seems to be panting and drooling a little harder after that exchange.

>You tell yourself it's just the heat.

>You all finish up loading the rest of the baggage pretty quickly.

>It's about time for lunch soon.

>It's yet another busy day as the afternoon rolls by.

>You're sat a little further from the group to catch some shade from a plane.

>The morning felt nice, but you're dressed too warmly to have the midday sun beating down on you.

>It seems like Tasha decided to reappear.

>Apparently she was in the bathroom for about 2 hours.

>She changed her pants at least.

>Of course she would be the one to have spare pants.

>She's walking slowly towards you with a plate of some sort.

>"I, uh, pizza."

>There's some pizza piled up on the plate.

>Meat lover's from the look of it.

>She dancing on her toes in embarassment.

>When she's not in some sort of lust induced fugue state, it seems she's actually pretty shy.

"I guess I'll take a slice."

>You reach out and grab a slice.

>"Umm, you can have it all."

>That's a lot of pizza.

"Thanks?"

>At least you'll have something to eat for dinner.

>"So, uh, sorry. For earlier."

"It's-"

>You almost reflexively say "It's fine."

>But that would be a big stretch.

"It just happens sometimes."

>You guess you're not lying at least.

>Tasha's eyes start watering up, big tears welling at the corners of her eyes.

>She sure is sensitive for someone so scary.

>"Haha, yeah, it does happen."

>You wonder what her life was like before she started working here if she considers that normal.

>"Yeah. Sorry."

>The conversation grinds to a halt.

>This has to be the most she's spoken to ANYONE during your time here.

>Several uncomfortable moments pass before she starts darting her eyes around.

>"Uh, uhm, I-"

>She's almost hyperventilating as she shifts her paws around anxiously.

>"I love you. Bye!"

>She turns around and runs back to wherever she was before.

>That's also the loudest she's ever spoken.

>Good for her?

>You pick up the plate of pizza to move it to the side.

>Seems like something was accidentally deposited underneath the plate.

>It's her tiny notebook.

>"Volume XXI" is stamped on the cover.

>Why does she have so many of these?!

>Once you finally start feeling bad for her, she has to terrify you again.

>You look over your shoulder.

Notes:

Poor Anon got mindbroken. Wolf pussy too stronk

Chapter 7

Notes:

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>Tasha's off hiding in a corner somewhere.

>That was probably her quota for interaction for the day.

>She must be too upset to even notice her notepad missing.

>Everyone else is too busy off to the side to notice what you're doing.

>They probably think you're busy moping or something.

>You're not that delicate, probably.

>You wipe any pizza grease off your hands.

>You turn the notebook under your hands carefully.

>It's smaller than a standard college ruled notebook, so it has to feel tiny for her.

>She is able to fit it in her massive pockets for quick access.

>Why does she needs quick access?

>Who knows.

>Seeing her hunched over it as she holds it in one paw is a sight that everyone is used to at this point.

>The quality of the binding and cover are shockingly pristine and luxurious, though.

>You undo the snap buckle as carefully as you can.

>There's a note on the inner cover showing her name.

>It looks more like some sort of username or pen name.

>"humiesbytee99"

>That's weird.

>Looks like she put her normal home address on it though.

>Her handwriting is terrible.

>You'd say her true calling should be a doctor, but the thought of that terrifies you even more.

>You decide to turn to the first page.

>"The human, fragile and delicate, like a flower."

>Seems she's really good at calligraphy when she tries.

>"But whom else to pluck the petals from a flower? None other than the proud and noble wolf!"

>"The forbidden fruit's juices flow freely. The wolf is greedy and devours it ravenously."

>Pretty letters don't quite salvage her poetry, however.

>You look at the opposite page.

>Writing is not her chosen artistic field, as you soon learn.

>She's a good artist.

>A professional, even.

>Fine and controlled lines in blue ink, weighted perfectly with a careful paw.

>Somehow she does this with a ballpoint pen.

>Hatches perfectly placed and spaced to cast almost lifelike shadows.

>All without a single error or mistake.

>It's truly masterful.

>And it's an anime picture, of course.

>You're pictured with huge shining eyes, with beautiful long eyelashes.

>Your eyebrows are a neat single line.

>There's a heavy handed blush etched from cheek to cheek, all in red ink of course.

>You're looking content as you're in the arms of a very soft looking wolf.

>It's Tasha herself, of course.

>You're the little spoon in the equation, the both of you laying in a field of painstakingly rendered grass.

>Her arms are wrapped around you, her paws covering your crotch in a "tasteful" way.

>It's honestly almost a little cute, in a schoolyard crush sort of way.

>You flip to another random page, and it's of you again in a speedo on your knees.

>Your grasping a heart shaped wand in front of your chest.

>Your chest adorned with pasties for some reason.

>It's labeled with "Magical Boy Anon-chan Speed Ver."

>A little speech bubble pops out from your mouth.

>"I'm wearing this so I can fight with speed."

>You just can't look away from this, it's truly fascinating.

>Another few pages and you see youself squatting in a dark, dirty alleyway somewhere.

>You're rocking some really hard wood, tenting some of the shortest shorts you have ever seen.

>You're making peace signs with both your hands, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

>Your eyes are rolling around to the back of your head, tearing up.

>There's a Gothic-looking tattoo of a heart on your lower abdomen.

>You also have a demon-like barbed tail whipping around behind you.

>You hope it's not coming out of your ass.

>A carboard sign adorns a dumpster next to you with some text on it.

>"1 time=$5, 2 times=$7, As much as you want=$10"

>You're kind of pissed at the prices.

>You promise yourself you're only going to look at one more picture, no matter how curious you are.

>You flip to another random page.

>This one is even worse.

>You're being embraced by someone you know, legs intertwining.

>Your mouth is open in ecstasy, moaning incoherently.

>Your eyes are pressed tight in pleasure.

>The one you're being pressed against is none other than the waiter you see at Chili's sometimes.

>He's a really nice guy.

>Same name as you, too.

>There's a speech bubble over his head saying "Shall we do it?"

>You might not be able to look him in the eye for a few days after this.

"That's enough of that."

>you say to yourself, shutting the book.

>You're very glad that it's not a little rage journal with a kill list.

>But you've definitely seen way too many different sides of her today.

>Can you call someone a savant nowadays?

>Because that's what she is.

>You refasten the belt of the notebook and start walking back to Tasha.

"Hey, you left this under the pizza."

>C'mon Anon, poker face!

>"Y-you didn't look, did you?"

"NO! Nope."

>you say entirely too loudly.

>You about-face and speedwalk to the group.

>"Hey Anon! Finally decided to join us, huh?"

>Sabrina says to you, blissfully unaware of what happened.

>"Tasha didn't bother you too much after that, right? We saw her over there."

>The group looks angrily at Sabrina, cursing her lack of delicacy.

"She's uh,"

>you struggle to gather your thoughts.

"-she's trying her best."

>Every fiber of your being wants to tell Sabrina about the "artwork" but you decide against it.

>Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, and you go back to finishing lunch.

>"Man though, that cat really wanted to claim you. Not like I wouldn't do the same,"

>says one of the hyenas.

>Typical yeens.

>"You know if she's into sharing? Me and the girls don't mind at all."

"You could ask me if I wanted to be shared first, y'know."

>All this does is cause all the hyenas to start cackling.

>It wasn't supposed to be a humorous retort, but you'll take it.

>Soon an assignment pops up and everyone's back to work as usual.

>Plane after plane is loaded and work seems to pop by quickly.

>You're interrupted by the buzz of your phone at some point.

>It's a text.

>"just landed in dfw :^)"

>The ID reads "katja"

>How the-

"How'd you get my number?"

>"U said I could,. yuor phone was unlocked and I thought youd be too lonely."

>The next text is the cat emoji, three times in a row for some reason.

>"i looked around a little bit too... Your really vanilla."

>You sigh, of course she'd look at your porn.

>"DO YOU NEED ME TO HOLD YOUR HAND NEXT TIME? LOL"

>A moment passes before you get another text.

>"sorry for yelling"

"I'm at work right now, we'll talk later. You know how the managers get during the busy season."

>You're getting the pangs of a headache already.

>"ok.."

>Sabrina looks over her shoulder at you.

>"Whatcha doing there? Texting your girlfriend? I bet you have 2 'mommies' in your contacts."

>She waggles her eyebrows for entirely too long.

"You should do stand-up. Or maybe improv would be more your speed?"

>She laughs heartily at your response.

>"Seriously, what's she saying though? I don't want my poor little Anon to get put through the ringer again. Wringed out, more likely."

"Just take a look at this."

>You flip the phone towards her, and she doubles over in laughter.

>"Woah, phew, that's just too rich. Ask her how the nursing home's treating her for me."

"Sure, sure,"

>You wave her off.

>You go back to throwing bags around again.

>Sabrina's next to you, and you're pretty sure she's hip checking you on purpose.

>It feels nice to engage in the usual horseplay.

>It's not even been 15 minutes before your phone vibrates again.

>"im sending a pic"

>True to her word, your phone starts downloading an attached image.

>She's sat with her bare legs to the side, wearing just a pair of panties on her lower half.

>She's pulled off her jacket, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to let her milky white tits spill out.

>Now in the light, you really get to see her bright pink nipples jutting out from her chest.

>She's cradling them with her free arm as she snaps a selfie.

>There's a saucy grin on her face as she stares directly into the camera.

>"did you get a boner? I'm horny"

>You see she's typing up another text.

>"send me a dick pic"

"Come on, I'm at work right now. I don't have time for this."

>"do it anyways. go to the bathroom"

"I really can't."

>"I know your turned on,. just do it or ill mak you when I get back"

>You don't know what kind of "punishment" you'll be subjected to, but you're sure at this point you'd probably end up liking it.

>How the mighty have fallen.

"Fine"

>You never thought you'd be doing something like this.

>Call you a pervert, fine.

>But at least you're not somekind of exhibitionist.

>Yet, at least.

>You turn to Sabrina to inform her that you're taking a quick break.

>"Alright Anon, just get back before we push back."

>You start speeding off to find a bathroom.

>Just a few minutes later you arrive to your destination.

>It's one of the more out of the way ones, hopefully you can get this over with soon.

>You hop in a stall and pull out your cock for a quick photo op.

>It's sent on it's way and you hope that it's the last of it.

>Suddenly, she decides to start a video call.

>You've got no choice but to answer.

>"Hey you."

>You immediately turn down the volume to it's lowest setting so that her voice doesn't echo through the whole room.

>She's sat up against the headboard of the hotel's bed.

"What are you doing? Why'd you call me right now?"

>"I just thought this would be a little more fun."

>She slowly unbuttons the rest of her shirt and slips it off her shoulders.

>Her chest bulges outward as she lifts her arms over her head.

>There's a light patch of fluff extending from her collarbone down to her cleavage.

>You really wish you could run your fingers through it right now.

>Her face is a touch flushed.

>She must be having a drink again.

>Your suspicions are confirmed as reaches offscreen and takes a sip of some brown liquor.

>Her eyes are lidded as she pulls the glass from her lips, smudging some lipstick on the rim.

>Only she can make drinking look so sexy.

>The screen shows shooting from a low angle, her phone being held in her lap.

>You can see indent of her belly button at the very bottom of the screen.

>"Did you already put it back up? Pull it out and let me see."

>It seems you made some kind of face inadvertently.

>You peer through the gaps of the stall's door.

>She sees your hesitation and smirks in satisfaction.

>"Go on then. I'm telling you to do it, so don't disappoint me."

"O-okay."

>The camera is reversed to point at your lower body.

>You unzip your fly and fish your dick out of your pants.

>You're already erect from just her words alone.

>"Good boy. You follow my instructions well. So obedient."

>You already know what she wants, so you wrap your free hand around your shaft.

>"Don't keep me waiting."

>You start pumping it slowly at first, gradually picking up tempo.

>On your screen, you see her lick her lips.

>She's definitely enjoying this.

>You see her slip her hand towards the phone before it passes it into her lap.

>It bumps against the phone, causing the screen to jitter for a second before refocusing on her chest and face.

>You're really going at it as hear a faint wet sound as she strokes her hand up and down.

>Unfortunately, you can't see her rubbing her pussy directly.

>But honestly all you need is her smug smile.

>"Slow down. Slowly."

>It's agonizing to slow down, but you have to listen to what she says.

>In a contrast to her words, she's only speeding up on herself.

>Soft sighs escape her lips.

>"Are you gonna cum soon? You have to wait until I say it okay."

>She's panting at this point.

>The picture displayed on your phone is getting disorted as her hand keeps roughly bumping against it.

>This is painful to endure at this point, but at least she's getting close.

>You're stroking stops and your squeeze the base of your cock to keep from cumming.

>"Poor thing, but you have to wait just a little bit more."

>Seconds tick by and sweat is pouring down your face.

"Please..."

>Then Katja says those magic words.

>"Go ahead. You can cum for mommy."

>That's all it took for you to release everything.

>She throws her head back as you see her bite her lip.

>Her orgasm is almost silent, just a soft moan as she cums.

>"Mmmmn! Haah, hah,"

>She's trying to catch her breath as she rides the last of it.

>She's laying there lazily as she pants for a half a minute or so.

>"There we go. That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah... Thanks, but I don't think I can make this a habit."

>"You should go and clean up a bit, everyone's probably waiting for you out there. I'll be calling you later."

"Ok."

>is all you can muster up before saying bye to each other.

>She hangs up the phone, but you get a text a minute or two later.

>It's a thumbs up emoji.

>You don't really get what that's supposed to mean.

>You might have to teach her some phone literacy and texting etiquette next time she's in town.

>Grabbing a paper towel, you dab your brow of any sweat.

>You dash out to your vehicle and speed to the previous gate the team was at.

>Luckily, they're just finishing up, baggage carts speeding away as everything is being prepared for departure.

>Sabrina comes and finds you right before the plane pushes.

>"Are you okay? You were gone forever!"

>There's a genuine look of concern on her face.

>She's giving you the puppy-dog eyes.

>Guess it would be kitty-cat eyes in this case.

>You feel a little bit guilty, but it's not like you could tell her what happened.

>"You're pouring sweat too! Was it really that bad?"

"I promise you, Sabrina. I'm fine now."

>She leads you by the shoulder to go sit down on a stool.

>"I'm gonna go get you some Tums from the first aid station. Be right back!"

>This is a bit too much for your poor heart.

>You almost wish she could smell what you've been up to at this point.

>She'd probably just rib you and never let you live this down.

>But it's not like you could admit you were beating off at work.

>If the yeens find out you might actually get assaulted in a bathroom somewhere.

>Sabrina gets back and you crunch down on some Tums.

>It actually does help a bit after choking down like half a pizza.

>"All better! It's almost time for us to finish up for the day."

"Today felt too long..."

>It really has been too exciting of a day for you.

>"You want to go out and drink? My treat this time!"

"Maybe, I haven't decided yet."

>"You gotta pay me back though. I want to know all the saucy details. The unshakeable Anon, seduced in just one day!"

"I don't know if I'd call myself that."

>"Seriously, she's got game. I wish she had given me some pointers when I was trying to win over Dave!"

"I think you might have scared him away with her 'advice.' He's not as easygoing as me."

>"More like easy. You finally admitted it yourself."

>This cat drives you nuts sometimes.

Notes:

I stole at least one joke from the manga +tic Neesan in the artwork section.

I guess it's okay if it's funny?

Chapter 8

Notes:

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Chapter Text

>The plane is pushed back with zero complications.

>Or harassment from the pilots.

>It honestly makes you feel a bit lonely.

>Your workday comes to a close after some light cleaning up.

>Everyone's headed through the employee exit before Sabrina accosts you.

>"C'mon Anon, don't be a sourpuss. Get some drinks with us!"

>You do need a drink, but alone time sounds better right now.

>Going easy on the drinks would be best too, if last night was any indicator.

"I think I'm gonna call it an early night. I need some sleep."

>"Have some fun all alone then. Bleh!"

>Sabrina sticks her tongue out at you.

>You just give her a wave goodbye as you walk to the parking lot.

>You press the button on your keys to unlock the car.

>You have to press it like 20 times for it to respond.

>Must be the battery.

>As you sit down, you place the remaining pizza slices in the seat next to you and just decompress.

>You sink into the seat as all the physical exhaustion finally hits you.

>It seems all you've done is be assaulted, sat on, and do heavy lifting all day.

>That's not too far from the truth.

>You sigh and pull yourself straight.

>You engine ignites and you pull out, headed straight for home.

>You drive in perfect silence as you cruise down the interstate.

>Listening to the radio would be too much of a hassle right now.

>You finally arrive at your dingy apartment after 30 minutes or so.

>The neighborhood is not the best one in the city.

>It's the kind of place where gas stations sell loosies to crackheads.

>At least you've gotten used to the gunshots every night.

>The door is propped open as you cradle your pizza with the other hand.

>You lock the door behind you as you kick your boots off.

>Never know who might try to break in behind you.

>It's nerve-wracking enough when an anthro follows you up the stairs.

>Maybe you should start carrying pepper spray.

>The extra-spicy kind for extra-sensitive noses.

>You decide to stop thinking about sexual assault and walk into the living room.

>You pass by your sofa before entering you room.

>Stripping off all your clothes, you lift your shirt to your nose.

>Even your human nose can smell her scent on it.

>You throw it in a corner somewhere before you get excited again.

>You twist the knob of your shower and wait for it to heat up.

>Stepping inside you let the warm water wash over you as you think about the events of the past few days.

>It sure would have been nice to try out the shower in Katja's home.

>Your hands run through your hair as you lather up some shampoo.

>What would have been even nicer would be joining her in it.

>You rinse your head and wash down your body.

>It's really hard to shake your thoughts about her.

>She's been dominating you, both your thoughts and physically.

>Your hands reach your crotch before you decide to turn the shower to a cold one.

>Grabbing a towel, you step out and dry your body.

>You grab some comfortable clothes and go to lay down on the couch.

>Nothing good seems to be on TV, and you don't find anything interesting on any streaming services.

>You put on some news channel as you lay your head on an armrest.

>Man, you really hate this place.

>You're not a gold-digger, but you would love to be staying in Katja's penthouse right now.

>Even if you essentially being kept as a pet.

>Being her pet doesn't sound too bad at all.

>Just what is it that she sees in you?

>An easy score?

>You can't imagine her wanting something more than that.

>Then why is she acting so possessive then?

>Supposedly, her treating you like a scratching post may be symbolic.

>And then there's the fact she purposefully made you show up to the ramp reeking of sex.

>You're not sure if it's really a relationship thing, or just a kink of hers.

>You don't understand anthro stuff sometimes, but either way you aren't complaining.

>It seems like she has a lot of experience, so you think she wouldn't get too jealous of the others.

>It's not even like you'd want to sleep with any of them anyways.

>You also think it's a bit strange that she's single at this age too.

>She has to be in her mid-40's and never seems to have been married.

>She didn't have any pictures or mementos of any ex laying around.

>She barely had any pictures of her family.

>That's getting a bit too ahead of yourself though.

>You may have caught feelings for her, but there's no indication that it's mutual.

>She must be taking advantage of you.

>She probably has a boy in every city she goes to.

>Might as well enjoy this while this lasts.

>You sit up, deciding to grab a beer.

>Thinking too much is giving you a headache.

>You lay back again after twisting off the top.

>Nothing like a piss-flavored light beer to wash away the day's fatigue.

>You stare up at the ceiling just meditating.

>You're about halfway done with you beer before you start to drift off into sleep.

>It's set down on the coffee table as you stand up.

>You trudge your way to bed, and you crash down onto it before falling asleep.

>The harsh sound of your alarm wakes you up.

>You tap the snooze icon a few times, delaying the inevitable.

>Eventually, you roll out of bed and get dressed in some light clothes, opting for some ventilation in this heat.

>Your clothes from yesterday got soaked in sweat along with other bodily fluids.

>You hop in your car and head out to get some breakfast.

>A gas station coffee and microwaved egg sandwich.

>Definitely not the highest fare, but it'll help you power through the day.

>It's back on the road to the good old international airport.

>You flip to the public radio station for some background noise.

>"And that was Ms. Suzu Tamura, author of the book 'The History of Fox Worship, and You.' Tune in later for more exclusive interviews."

>The drive is uneventful, and you manage to finish your meal before parking your car.

>You lock the door and shuffle your way to the employee entrance, waiting for your caffeine to kick in.

>You go through the motions with the "friendly" TSA officers before you reach the room where your coworkers are gathered.

>"Hey, look who decided to show up! The team leader's off doing a favor for the manager, so you're off the hook."

>Sabrina says.

>You sit down at a table with her.

"Good to know. Anything fun happen last night?"

>"Same old, same old. What'd you do? Get all hot and steamy with Captain Claw? I bet you were glued to your phone all night."

>Here she goes again.

>It's too early for this.

"I just passed out last night. Long day and all."

>You're technically not lying, just omitting the details.

>"Hmmmm?"

>She hums to herself, but holds back whatever smart comment she was thinking of saying.

>The hyenas are in a corner, undressing you with their eyes as usual.

>Some things never change.

>One of them points at you and they all start cackling at the top of their lungs.

>You'd rather not imagine what they're saying.

>They're probably trying to get you AND Katja into bed for all you know.

>Yeens love their group orgies.

>You decide to lay your head down on the table until you get an assignment.

>A few minutes pass before your boss shows up, and gives a quick briefing for the day.

>Nothing of note happens, and you're off to work with the rest of the crew.

>You're hanging out in the passenger seat with Sabrina while she talks your ear off about some MMA thing.

>You have no idea what a triangle choke is, but she's getting extra worked up about it.

>Guess she's having fun with her husband at those classes.

>Your eyes scan around the the gate to see what your other coworkers are up to.

>Tasha was suspiciously missing from the pre-work meeting.

>You happen to see her sitting with her paws in her lap.

>She's got one of those fidget cube toys.

>You meet eyes with her, and she looks away.

>She really starts going at it after this, flipping every switch and twisting every spinner.

>She's rocking back and forth again.

>It always spooks you a little bit.

>If you gave her a Rubik's cube, she could probably solve it in seconds like one of those prodigy Asian kids.

>"When you're doing a Kimura lock from side control, you have to sit on their head to keep them from moving. You can also do it from a full mount, but it isn't as fun."

>Is this still martial arts, or is this a sex thing?

>Knowing her, it's probably a bit of both.

"Sounds really cool."

>you say disinterestedly.

>"You should come to one of these classes, Anon. Bring the cat, too. I already know she can choke you out, but it would be funny to watch."

>You almost say that you wouldn't mind that, but you catch yourself before replying.

"I get enough exercise here, Sabrina. Last thing I need is being more sore at the end of the day."

>She'll never stop harassing you until the eventual day you cave in.

>"Suit yourself. I don't think you'll be able to keep up with your sugar momma until you get some exercise."

>She's probably right.

>"What's her name, anyways?"

"Katja Hart. German name I think."

>"Oooooh, first name basis? I would've thought she'd make you call her Mrs. Hart."

>You completely ignore her jab.

>Luckily your saving grace comes in the form of a taxiing airplane.

>"OK! Let's get to work."

>Sabrina dashes out with some reflective batons.

>It soon sits in it's spot before the wheels are chocked.

>Soon everyone is at their stations as usual.

>Planes come and go, and lunch is had.

>Tasha is absent once again, so you don't get any gifts of pizza this time.

>Everyone's sat in a circle, idly chatting about the day, what they did last night, or who they want to fuck.

>The answer is you, but you just bite into your sandwich and space out.

>Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

>Unsuprisingly, it's Katja.

>"good morning"

>She must be a few time zones away.

>"having fun at work?"

"I'm on lunch right now."

>"what r u eating"

"A turkey sandwich. No mayo because of the sun."

>It's a very dry sandwich.

>At least when you make it at home, it doesn't cost $8.

>"mine is bettr"

>You get sent an image.

>The first one is low angle shot, mostly of her chin, her eyes peering down at the screen.

>Her tongue is stuck out as she attempts to take the perfect shot.

>"oops"

>Her second image is actually of her food.

>It's of a lovely plate of Eggs Benedict, beautifully garnished with parsley and pepper.

>"ill buy it for you next tim your in LAX"

"I don't think I can afford to go to LA anytime soon."

>"mayb i'll take you next time"

>She sends a winking cat emoji.

>It's completely the wrong color, a black cat for some reason.

>That was a suprisingly normal exchange between you two.

>It's not like you would give up any of your lunch break for any shenanigans though.

>Everyone finishes their lunch and it's back to work.

>The rest of the day passes uneventfully.

>Sabrina invites you out to drink once again.

>You'd wonder how she afford airport beers every night, but then you remember that her husband's an engineer.

>He's also the one who manages the finances for the house.

>You're pretty sure she gets scolded by her husband pretty frequently.

>You decline yet again, much to Sabrina's disappointment.

>Her ears droop down a bit as she wishes you goodbye.

>You get home and relax without being interrupted by Katja.

>The next few days pass by in the same manner.

>Tasha's avoiding you still.

>She definitely knows you saw her journal.

>She's onto Volume 22.

>Nothing stops an artist, it seems.

>You wonder what depraved situations she's drawing.

>There's a bit of curiousity yet still some hesitation on your part.

>It's a Pandora's Box of degeneracy.

>You get sporadic text messages throughout the day from Katja.

>The nights are filled with sexy exchanges.

>Luckily not at work though, you've had enough bathroom masturbation on the job for one lifetime.

>She's keeping pretty constant contact, which suprises you a bit.

>All of the sudden, 2 days before she arrives, you get one single message.

>All she says is "I'll be back tomorrow."

>The next day is silent.

>Maybe something happened?

>You don't think you said anything offensive though, and there's no indication that she's gotten bored of you.

>It has to be a long flight or something similar.

>She's probably deadheading though, you imagine she hit her flight hours for the week.

>You don't even know when she's going to arrive.

>Hopefully it's not during your shift.

>You imagine she'll end up harassing you in front of everyone yet again.

>It's midday when she arrives.

>She's walking the ramp in a designated pedestrian walkway.

>You're kind of excited that she's going out of her way to see you.

>"Let's go."

>Katja is suprisingly serious.

"I'm in the middle of my shift, I can't just walk out."

>What's with the urgency?

>"I'm grounded for a while, and I need some company right now."

>You're grabbed by the collar like a disobedient dog as the rest of the crew watch in disbelief.

>Sabrina raises her hand towards you, but bites her tongue as you get dragged away.

"What the hell?"

>You're actually confused by the audacity of the situation.

>You pass by your team lead on the way to the terminal.

>"Anon, where are you goi-"

>She's a bit pissed, but she's interrupted before she can even finish her sentence.

>"He's sick. We're leaving."

>You just nod your head at your boss.

>A half-day doesn't sound too bad.

>You're trailing behind her as she power-walks through the terminal.

>Her shoes are hitting the ground at an alarming force.

>The noise echoes through the open space like an auditorium.

>Is she mad at you?

>You have no idea what you did.

>You follow her into the employee parking lot as she wordlessly throws her bag into the trunk.

>There's a loud impact as the bag lands crookedly.

>She slams down the hood without any care.

>Hopefully there's nothing fragile in there.

>She starts the car as you climb in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, did something happen?"

>you ask, apprehensive.

>"It's fine."

>Her knuckles are whiter than usual as the car's steering wheel is spun around.

>You don't bother asking her to elaborate.

>The two of you ride for only a few minutes before you see a signs come into view.

>Various hotel and motel chains.

>You stop by the closest one.

>Econo Lodge?

>You've never even heard of this chain.

>It looks like the kind of place that has bed bugs.

>You're sat in the parking lot as she stares straight forward.

>"Do you know why I'm grounded?"

>You haven't the slightest clue.

Notes:

I had to ask my best friend who loves MMA:

"What's the most erotic way to get beat up by a girl?"

He was disappointed, but not suprised.

I hope you guys appreciate this, because I got a face full of man-ass for you.

Chapter 9

Notes:

Cleaned up this chapter a bit, there shouldn't be anymore typos.

I added a bit here and there thanks to some constructive criticism.

Chapter Text

>You open your mouth to respond.

>Is she sick or something?

>She's acting strangely.

"Umm..."

>She interrupts your thought.

>"Wait here, I'm grabbing a room."

>She exits the car, leaving you still seated and buckled up.

>It's very hot in here.

>Are you gonna be another causalty of a hot car?

>You do feel like an abandoned child in here.

>As you ponder your fate, you hear the jingle of keys as you exit the passenger seat.

>She walks up to you.

>"Let's go to the room."

"Should I grab your bags? I'm pretty good at handling them, haha..."

>You make a very awkward joke and follow it with a forced laugh.

>She doesn't even humor you as her face betrays no emotion.

>"No time."

>Hopefully no one breaks into her car.

>You're grabbed by the collar and dragged to a second floor suite.

>She presses her keycard against the lock and you're pushed inside.

>You're definitely about to be violated whether you want to or not.

>You're sweating as you look around the room.

>It looks like the kind of motel that has bedbugs.

"Room with a view huh? Pretty romantic."

>you joke.

>Your eyes are darting around as Katja stares you down.

>You feel sweat drop off of your brow as you tremble slightly.

>Katja really has a way of setting off your fight or flight response.

>You could never overpower her, so it's flight in your case.

>You take a few steps back as she grabs you again, spinning you onto the bed.

>You impact the bed roughly, the collapsed box springs digging into your back.

>This is it, you're about to be abused like a cheap whore.

>You kind of are one at this point, in your own eyes.

>Wonder if she sees you the same way as well.

>In an instant, she's upon you, claws digging into your shoulders, much harder than usual.

>She pulls her face up to yours and you flinch.

>All of the sudden you hear her voice.

>"Mrrr! Mrrow meow."

>She's straddling you and slowly dragging her lower body against yours.

>Her meows grow desperate along with her ministrations.

>Her face thrusts fowards against yours, knocking your head back.

>Her snout crashes into yours, your nose tender now after the assualt.

"Ow! What the hell are you doing?"

>You're silenced by another headbutt, her teeth pressing against your face as her hot breath washes over you in frantic meows.

>Her cheeks roughly grind against your face as she feverishly rubs her scent onto you.

>She's gone completely wild, feral even.

>Not the most politically correct term, but there's no other way to describe it.

>She buries her face into the crook of your neck as her teeth poke at you from her open mouth.

>She's doing everything in her power to keep herself from sinking her fangs into your soft flesh.

>"Rrrrrrr..."

>You're not getting out of this without getting bitten at least once.

>She proceeds to lapping at your neck with her rough toungue.

>She's doing it so frantically you're worried she's going to give you some scrapes.

>Thankfully, she changes her target to your face, feverishly licking around your mouth and cheeks.

>You're taken aback by her sudden show of affection, the confusion only compounded by her earlier attitude.

>You're practically bathing in her saliva at this point.

>After a minute or so of this, she finally pulls her head back.

>Her claws have loosened their grip only slightly as you look her in the eyes.

>They're glassy and glazed over almost as if she was drunk.

>"Sorry, I just can't control myself. I've been holding it in ever since I grabbed you. I could've taken you, you know. In front of everyone and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it."

>The very idea makes you shiver.

>"I'm in heat. Can't fly distracted. But that's what you're here for."

>She's still slowly humping her hips against yours though the layers of clothing.

>Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense.

>She raises herself to her knees and rips off her shirt, the buttons' stitching popping them free from the fabric.

>The buttons fly off in random directions, clattering against random objects.

>Her pants are shimmied off of her hips and down her thighs.

>She can barely kick off her pants fast enough.

>It looks like she opted for more traditional matte black panties.

>She hooks her thumbs into the waistband, one side being grasped by a closed paw.

>Her claws suddenly dig into it, snapping them on one side as she pulls them only partially down.

>Long strings of her excitement connect her pussy to her underwear, smearing down her leg.

>She's wetter than when she rode your face just a week or so ago.

>The fabric cuts into the thin layer of fat on her right thigh.

>Hopefully she has a change of clothes in her suitcase.

>She's wearing some rather plain dress socks coming up to her knees.

>Obviously she has no adversion to the idea of sex with socks on.

>"Shirt off, now."

>she growls.

>You pull your undershirt over your head.

>She grabs it suddenly and deftly ties it into a knot, trapping your hands together.

>Looks like you won't be able to use your hands for what she has in store for you.

>"Now I've got you where I want you."

>She licks her lips in predatory hunger.

>She starts fiddling with your belt.

>She's pulling on it so frantically, that you're worried she's gonna tear right through it.

>The plastic buckle pops open and she pulls your pants over your hips and down your legs.

>She walks back a few steps on her knees as your pants and underwear are freed from your body.

>Somehow the legs of your pants catch your boots and pull them off, socks and all.

>She's really dextrous considering her desperation.

>She tosses your clothes over her shoulder, everything settling at the foot of the bed.

>Your erection pops free from it's binds, laying against your belly.

>You don't think you've ever been this hard in your life.

>Soon she's upon you again, and she's started grinding against your dick once again.

>It's lubed up almost instantly against her sopping pussy.

>Sliding between her lips is almost torturous as she holds a slow pace.

>This continues for a minute or so, her full weight pushing you close and closer to orgasm.

>It's seems she's an expert at reading faces as she pulls her lower body away just seconds before you cum.

>This edging is painful at this point.

>Your cock throbs as you silently beg for release.

>She grabs you roughly at the base.

>Her grip is tight strangling it to keep you from an inadvertant orgasm.

"Wait! Just wait. I've got some protection in my wallet."

>Granted, it's been in there for years, so who knows how effective it is.

>It has to be better than nothing.

>She gets an evil grin on her face as she fishes out your wallet from your pants.

>The condom is extracted quickly as she puts the wrapper in her mouth.

>You breath a sigh of relief, you're not ready to be a father yet.

>The tension in your body starts to fade away as you slacken up a bit.

>At least she's still somewhat reasonable even with the intensity of her heat.

>She sinks her teeth directly into the wrapper, condom and all, and gives it a good yank with a flick of her neck.

>The ancient rubber is ripped neatly in two.

>She spits the torn plastic directly onto your abdomen wordlessly.

"Ahh..."

>You can't really say anything in response.

>"I don't think we'll be needing that anymore."

>It seems she's getting a rise out of your reaction to her little show.

>Looks like you're going in raw whether you like it or not.

>This is a pretty bad situation you've found yourself in.

>Any token resistance you would have made has long left you under her withering gaze.

>As terrified as you are of cumming inside her, you find yourself even more aroused.

"Slow down! Just wait a minute for me to calm down."

>You bring your tied hands over your face and spread them, begging her to stop.

>She looks down at you with a look of superiority, still wearing that same grin.

>"No."

>She braces her hand against your hip as her other hand snakes down to line up your member to her sex.

>Her claws dig into your side as the glans meets her lips.

>She then slowly drops her weight onto you as you release a hiss.

>You slide into her effortlessly.

"Oh god."

>You writhe helplessly underneath her body.

>You're already about to cum.

"I'm already gonna-"

>There's a shine in her eyes as you finally bottom out.

>"Mmmmnn..."

>She releases a throaty moan as you enter her deepest parts.

>Her insides grip and squeeze at your throbbing cock.

>It's just too much for your virgin body to handle.

>There's a sudden jolt of pleasure as you violently explode inside her, sending a veritable torrent of cum directly into her womb.

>Your body shakes as you press your hips against hers.

>Your eyes clamp shut to shield your eyes from your early discharge.

>It's certainly too late now.

>She got what she wanted out of you.

>You breath a sigh in resignation.

>As you open your eyes again, you see some of your seed pooling around your crotch.

>You're ashamed of yourself, embarassed at your performance.

"Ugh. Sorry, it just felt too good."

>You bring your bound hands up to cover your face, unable to even look her in the eye.

>You can feel Katja's light chuckles through your connected bodies.

>Her hands reach up to your face and cup your cheeks as she pulls your head to face hers.

>"Why are you apologizing? Such a sensitive boy. You're just too cute."

>Without any warning she starts grinding her hips into you.

>The sticky sounds of your mixed fluids is audible as it echoes through the room.

"I-I just came, wait a minute!"

>you protest.

>She brings her thumb up to your lips to silence you.

"Wha?"

>She takes is opportunity to part your lips with with her thumb.

>It invades your mouth as she idly plays with your tongue.

>"Quiet down and be a good boy."

>she shushes you.

>She starts to bounce up and down on your abused body.

>Her other hand slides down your jaw and traces down your collarbone.

>Her pawpads glide down your chest before she digs her claws in, leaving four fine lines down your pec as if it were drawn by a pencil.

>"Grrrrr!"

>Something halfway between a purr and a growl rumbles in her chest.

>If you didn't know better, you'd think she would sink her fangs into your neck next.

>Her assualt is relentless as you squirm under her body.

>She seems to relish in your feeble attempts to escape.

>Pained groans escape your mouth as you're overly stimulated throughout your whole body.

>You show no sign of softening though.

>Her lower body pumps against yours, loud slaps rythmically echoing throughout the room.

>She's wearing a look of sadistic glee as her pace slowly picks up.

>Your tender flesh is strangled and stroked by her undulating folds.

>Cats really do like to play with their prey.

>You're practically suckling on her finger by the time she withdraws it from your mouth.

>She leans her body back and settles her hands back on your lower stomach.

>One of her thumbs hooks into your navel, her dewclaw lightly scraping your bellybutton.

>Her other paw pulses against you as she kneads your skin like it were a throw pillow.

>She's letting out soft mewls and meows now.

>Her hips crash harder and harder against yours, threating to bruise you.

>There's still some restraint in her movements though, as she draws out the experience for both you and her.

>She suddenly stops, looking down at you with a toothy smile.

>"Look at you. Poor thing, I've made a mess of you."

>This brief respite has made you realize you've got drool and tears rolling down the side of your face.

>"Let's clean you up a bit."

>She bends forward and starts raking her sandpapery tongue across your face.

>Her panting breaths are almost visible through the dim light spilling out of the dingy lamp.

>You squint your eyes a bit as she scrapes her tongue against your cheek.

>Deep purrs echo throughout her body as she tends to you like a mother cat.

>She shifts a bit and gives you a light peck on the lips.

>"There we go. All better now."

>There's a suprising softness in her eyes as she looks down at her work, causing you to blush.

>It seems she's unashamed to show her uncharacteristic affection.

>She then rights herself and does a light spin with a flourish.

>Her leg hooks over your midsection as one of your legs is yanked upright.

>You're not really that flexible, but it seems she's too drunk on lust to notice or care.

>You're positioned in an angled spread eagle.

>You can see the curve of her rear as she sits on you in a sidesaddle.

>Your foot doesn't even manage to reach her chest.

>Her tail is inadvertently jittering across your thigh, her soft fur tickling at your skin.

>She peers over her shoulder at you and shoots you another smug grin.

>"Now it's time to really start."

>The thought that this was just a warm-up fills you with dread.

>She runs her fingertips along your upright thigh before roughly gripping it.

>You feel the telltale pricks of claws as she wiggles herself into a position with better leverage.

>She drags her body upwards, the slickness of her drenched crotch and belly smearing against your leg.

>You feel like a mix of a stripper pole and a dildo at this point.

>She slams down harder than before, knocking the wind out of you as the springs in the bed press painfully into your backside.

>Her hips raise up just as quickly as she came down.

>The motion is repeated in violent, jerky thrusts.

>Contrary to before, there's now a deep pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

>She's rather quiet, just releasing a grunt with every dip of her hips.

>You can feel her purring throughout her body as she speeds up even further.

>You look up at her and see she's biting her lip, fangs poking little divots into it.

>"Are-are you close? Hurry up and cum!"

>She manages to pant out between breaths.

>Her eyes are completely glazed over at this point, staring right through you.

"Oh fuck!"

>is all you manage to choke out.

>The blistering heat and friction is too much at this point as you release all your seed in a painfully long orgasm.

>You see stars as you clench your teeth.

>She continues to hump you in a mad rush to reach her climax as well.

>There's wet squelches as your combined cum is squeezed out of her.

>She manages a few more wild thrusts before pressing herself into you as hard as she can, her insides quivering.

>Her claws rip into your leg as her entire body tenses up.

>"Mmmmm-ahhhh!"

>She lets out a wild moan as she rides out her orgasm, back arching.

>"Ahh, fuck..."

>She catches her breath as she releases your leg from her grip.

>"Phew, I needed that."

>Your head is still swimming as she pulls up her body from yours.

>There's an audible plop as your erection is freed from her pussy.

>You feel a spatter of fluids exit her body and land on your thighs.

>You open your eyes and see her probing at her folds with her fingers.

>"Wow, you really came like a racehorse. It's always the quiet ones."

>There's a veritable lake of cum matted on her fur.

>"I better leave a tip for the poor housekeeping boy that has to clean all this up..."

"Ughh..."

>You let out a long groan from the mental and physical ehaustion.

>She reaches down and frees you hands from their makeshift prison before lying down next to you.

>You flop your head over to look at her.

>She's got her head propped up by her elbow, wearing a smug grin on her face.

>That was a really fast recovery, you personally might need a week off after all this.

>"C'mere."

>She hooks her hands around your torso and starts spooning you.

>Her soft chest fur tickles your head as her breasts cradle your neck.

>Sure beats a travel pillow.

>She presses her chin against the top of your head and slowly nuzzles you.

>The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you finally collect your senses.

>You decide to speak up.

"So uh, this isn't gonna be a problem later, right?"

>"You're definitely gonna be walking funny tomorrow."

>She gives a light chuckle.

>That's definitely not what you meant, no matter how sore you're already feeling.

"No, I mean...I came a lot you know?"

>She stops purring.

Chapter 10

Notes:

In this update: Katja acts like a total bitch.

Chapter Text

>"Look, just stop worrying about it."

>she growls.

>You have no idea how she can be so calm.

"This is serious, you know. Oh god, I'm not ready for marria-"

>"Just save it. You don't want an old cat like me."

>Her voice seems kind of forlorn.

"I don't think you're just some old cat. You're beautiful and confident."

>"I know I am pretty cool, but I'm just too much woman to get tied down by one man."

>she smugly states.

>Contrary to her speech, she starts kneading your chest nervously.

>You try to turn your head upwards to see what kind of face she's making.

>This only causes her to grip you tighter and trap your head between her breasts.

>Her chin presses into your head even harder.

>Your anger starts to rise a bit.

"So that's all I mean to you, huh? Just a piece of meat to toss around?"

>Her claws dig into you a little harder now.

>"That's right. What makes you so special? You're not the first or the last."

>she says coldly.

>You got your hopes up too much, it seems.

>You start to struggle against her hold.

"Let go of me!"

>"What's wrong? Did I fuck you too good?"

>You never thought she was this cruel.

>"Men are all the same. Nothing but a bunch of sluts who're never satisfied with what you give them."

>She releases you and pushes you away.

>"That's all you're good for, a quick fuck."

>You can hear the venom in her voice.

>She sits up and turns away from you.

>You do the same and face her back.

>You're just too naive.

>All it took was some attention and you were wrapped around her finger.

>You can't hold back your emotions any longer.

"You bitch!"

>you explode at her.

"I loved yo-"

>"Don't say it."

>She whips around at you with a snarl.

>"You're either an idiot or a liar. I push you around this much and you fall in love with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

>"Know your fucking place."

>She sits on the side of the bed as she fumbles through her pants.

>She draws a cigarillo to her lips and lights it.

>A cloud of smoke drifts your way as she angrily puffs on her tobacco.

>"Get your clothes on. Go ahead and call yourself a ride. Go grab my bags while you're at it."

>She throws some crumpled bills at you.

>You put on your clothes wordlessly.

>Try as you might, you can't bring yourself to leave her unclothed in the dingy motel room.

>You grab the suitcase from her car and pull them up the steps.

>She snatches the bag from you and starts rummaging through it.

>Her hand fishes out a bottle of brown liquor and she pops off the stopper unceremoniously.

>The mouth of the bottle is brought up to her lips as she takes a long pull.

>She sighs, savoring the sweet burn as she stares at the ground.

>"That's the good stuff..."

>Katja turns around to look at you.

>"Well? I'm done with you for now. Are you just gonna sit around and watch me drink?"

>She waves a dismissive hand at you.

>You turn away and start to exit the room.

>Her mocking voice follows you as you leave.

>"I'll call you later when I need a booty call."

>You slam the door on your way out.

>As you wait outside on the balcony, you finally start to break down.

>You had your sneaking suspicions that she was just using you, but it doesn't explain the rare bursts of affection from her.

>Just where did you go wrong?

>She was nothing but purrs just a bit ago.

>There's nothing that you said that should've set her off that much, to your knowledge.

>You shiver a bit in the breeze as you look at the setting sun.

>Your heart hurts as you recall her words.

>You really are an idiot.

>A car pulls up and you seat yourself in the back.

>The driver gives you a cheery greeting as she asks your name.

>You quickly wipe your eyes as the driver peeks back at you with a look of concern on her face.

>"Friend, are you okay?"

>The jackal inquires with a thick Arabic accent.

"M'fine."

>you mumble at her.

>"It does not look that way. Do you need me to call police?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Just got in a fight."

>She calms down a little at that.

>"Ok. I will give you a nice drive."

>She smiles a bit before looking forward.

"Thanks."

>The car starts to roll as you sit there and ponder a bit more about what just happened.

>The atmosphere is a bit awkward as there's no music playing.

>You'd kill for any distraction right about now.

>Your thoughts are interrupted by your driver speaking.

>"My husband and I, we fight all the time. He is a terrible cook. The falafel he makes is burned black."

>she laughs to herself.

>"Mother said not to marry an American boy. Too independent, she says. She doesn't understand."

>This is a very strange way to try and make you feel better.

>"We may be different, but there is love in the end. This is what matters."

>Love, huh?

>The advice isn't too helpful after you got tossed out like a hooker.

"She's the one who doesn't love me."

>You sit in your seat, moping.

>The jackal is taken somewhat aback.

>"You are a handsome boy. Keep working hard, and she will be unable to resist, inshallah."

>You're not really sure if you even want to try at this point.

>The rest of the ride back to your apartment is silent save for her gentle humming.

>This changes as she reaches the outskirts of your neighborhood.

>"You live in the bad part of town. A boy like you needs to stay safe."

>Like you needed a reminder.

"I'll be fine, thanks though."

>A few minutes pass, and she eventually pulls the car into the parking lot, stopping outside the stairs leading to your floor.

>"Ok, we're here. Good luck with the lady and rate me five stars!"

>The driver gives you a wink.

>It kind of leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

"I will, thanks."

>You give a small wave as you exit the vehicle.

>Trudging up the steps, you fish your keys out of your pocket.

>You open your door and close it behind you.

>Locking the door, you slump down as you lean your back against it.

>Today has been too tiring both physically and emotionally.

>You spend a few minutes sat there, just letting your mind slow down.

>Eventually you pull yourself together and right yourself.

>You decide to look through your fridge and pull out a beer to ease your pain a little.

>You twist off the bottlecap and toss it in a corner somewhere.

>Holding your beer by the neck, you bring yourself to your sofa and recline on it as you flip on the television.

>This time it's a documentary on the Discovery Channel, something about manufacturing tires or something.

>You can't seem to focus on it though, as you think over the earlier events.

>Katja really got really pissed off for a moment before deciding to insult you and blow you off.

>Worse yet, she either showed how she really felt about you or said it just to hurt you.

>Her bipolar mood swing really caught you off guard.

>Maybe she got all emotional because of her heat.

>She didn't have to be such a bitch about it.

>Whatever her deal was, it's not your problem anymore.

>All you know is that you sure won't show up if she calls you for her "booty call," as she called it.

>Fuck her.

>You can't believe you gave up your virginity just like that.

>Pulling out your phone, you check your notifications.

>"How was your ride? Rate your driver!"

>You give her five stars, no matter how strangely misandrist her little pep talk was.

>It's just a cultural difference.

>It's not like Katja herself is too different when you think about it.

>Although you'd ignore it if she texted you, you kind of wish Katja would say something.

>She must be getting drunk right now, alone in that motel room.

>You'd at least like an attempted apology, but she's probably too proud and stubborn to do that.

>No use in crying over spilled milk though.

>You decide to text your manager and tell her that you're still sick.

>You definitely don't have it in you to go into work tomorrow.

>"Feel better soon. :)"

>She probably thinks you're just calling off because you got pounded into a bed.

>She's not wrong, but luckily she's understanding.

>Unfortunately your feelings got crushed into pieces as well.

>You deposit your phone face down on the coffee table.

>The narrator on TV is droning on about car axles of something.

>You lay on your back and turn your head to stare at the television.

>There's little computerized arms spinning and whirring tiny parts to and fro.

>You're not paying too much attention to the screen, almost staring through the TV.

>The last of your beer is polished off, and you bring yourself up to grab another.

>Your back cracks in protest.

>You wish you had a minifridge to save you the thirty seconds you spend getting the beer.

>Flicking the cap from your hand, you take a potshot at the kitchen's garbage can.

>It's a miss.

>Your floor is going to be littered with bottlecaps at this rate.

>You'll pick them up later, when you can actually care.

>You flop down on the couch again, taking a long drink.

>Picking up the remote, you flip through various channels aimlessly.

>Anthro Planet?

>Looks like it's Shark Week already.

>A tiger shark sandwiches an entirely too small surfboard between her bountiful breasts.

>It'll have to do for now, maybe some ladies will distract you from her.

>You continue watching the show as you put down more beers.

>How many is that now?

>You count 5 bottles on your coffee table.

>It's starting to lull you to sleep as you watch the beautiful shark girls flexing their muscles for a crowd of men.

>You close your eyes, and sleep finally takes you.

>You awake the next day after a dreamless slumber.

>Rubbing your eyes, you sit up and swing your legs onto the floor.

>Looks like it's time to make the short walk to the gas station.

>Various homeless anthros accost you as you walk past dingy dollar stores and trap houses.

>They alternate between hitting on you and asking for a dollar.

>You enter the store and grab yourself a canned coffee and a cheap packaged danish.

>You take a few bites before you lose your appetite.

>It's tossed on the side of the road as you walk back.

>You let yourself into your apartment once again.

>Looks like it's another day of moping on the couch and rotting your brain in front of the TV.

>Sabrina texts you at some point in the afternoon.

>"Have fun last night? lol"

>You ignore it and promise yourself that you'll respond to it later.

>The day is spent doing a repeat of last night.

>You'd love to call off again but decide not to push your luck.

>You never get back to Sabrina as you take a midday nap.

>Awaking a few hours later, you force down a microwavable spaghetti dinner.

>You pretty much instantly fall asleep again, this time for the whole night.

>It's early when you wake up a second time, and you realize that you're still wearing the same clothes.

>Even in your depressed state, you manage to hop in the shower to wash the dried sweat and stench of sex all over you.

>You don't want to cause another incident at work again.

>Drying yourself off, you throw on some light clothes to prepare for another day on the ramp.

>The ride is uneventful as usual.

>The radio mentions something about an undiscovered anthro tribe in the Amazon kidnapping various tourists.

>A tribe of Amazonesses indeed.

>Security checkpoints and badge scanned, you work your way inside, somehow late even with your early awakening.

>By the time you reach your pre-work meeting, it is halfway over.

>Sabrina gives you a wink as you seat yourself.

>You give a halfhearted wave.

>It's another safety brief as someone struck an airplane with a jet bridge.

>They probably don't have their job anymore, or at the very least has a months worth of remedial classes.

>It's soon over and Sabrina and you are rolling around in a tug tractor yet again.

>You have some free time and she decides to ask about your night.

>"You never got back to me, did she do that good of a number on you?"

>She gives you a smug grin.

"Sorry about that, I spent the day laying around."

>"Yeah, I bet you were tired. All of us could smell the heat on her. It's always rough for those few days. I can sympathise with her, being a feline and all."

"Gross, I really don't want to hear about you assaulting your poor husband."

>You cross your arms as you recline in your seat.

>She pushes you again and you give one word answers as you look around at the rest of the team.

>The hyena gang form a V with their hands and wiggle their tongue at you.

>Classy.

>Tasha's got her paws on the side of her head and you swear you can see her mouthing something about "Fucking Stacys."

>Sabrina turns to you again.

>"Why so quiet, Anon? I'd expect you to get a little more mad at my me bothering you."

>You imagine she's frowning as she says this.

"It's nothing, really."

>"Hmmm, is that so."

>She looks a little upset on your behalf.

>"Just what did she do to Anon? Fucking hell."

>She mutters under her breath.

>You look over the sheet that shows which planes are assigned to the team, and you recognise the first plane you're working on for the day.

>N586TA.

>You hope the pilot isn't who you think it is.

>Oh god, this is going to be awkward at best.

>It's been a few days so she's probably over her heat at this point.

>The plane lands and parks itself at the gate.

>It's unloaded quickly and you start loading it almost immediately.

>You see some legs circle under the plane on the side opposite yours.

>You're holding your breath as she rounds around the back of the plane.

>It's Katja circling the plane for a pre-flight check.

>She's soon approaching you.

>Not even looking at you, she walks right past you.

>Sabrina walks up to her, ready for a confrontation.

>This is going to be bad.

>"What did you do to Anon?"

>Sabrina asks her, holding back her anger.

>"None of your business."

>Katja says cooly.

>"He's a sensitive boy, and you hurt him. Whatever you did, you're an asshole."

>Katja squints her eyes and and decides to answer her.

>"You really want to know? I fucked him into the ground. I guess he's a little too soft to deal with it."

>She continues walking, ignoring Sabrina's balled up fists.

>"That bitch."

>You place a hand on her shoulder.

"Just calm down, I told you it's nothing."

>Sabrina turns around and faces you.

>"Anon, just tell me what's wrong whenever you're feeling better about it."

>She then returns to work in a huff.

>Looks like she realised that she's not getting any answer out of you.

>You sigh and join her in returning to work.

>Maybe you can talk to her later.

>You certainly don't feel like it at the moment.

>The wounds are still kind of fresh after Katja blew you off.

>It went a little better than you expected, but you definitely don't need Sabrina to fight your battles for you.

Chapter 11

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>Sabrina gives you some space after the spectacle she caused.

>It seems the rest of the team got the memo and avoid bringing up the subject as well.

>Excluding Tasha, as she's fuming in her own way.

>Katja is apparently a "roastie."

>Her face is crinkled up in anger.

>At least she's invested in your now stolen chastity.

>Lunch time rolls around and things have slowed down enough that you actually get to sit down and eat in the break room.

>Everyone pushes a few tables together to enjoy your meals in a group.

>There's even an empty seat for Tasha, although she decides to eat alone.

>It's the thought that counts.

>You eat in silence as everyone tiptoes around you, offering various sweets from their own lunches.

>The yeens even buy some chocolate from the vending machine, but they insist that they were full from their own meals.

>You don't even like sweets that much, but they must think you do, being a boy in grief.

>There's a small pile of candy bars next to you at this point.

>How are you supposed to eat that much?

>Any of the chocolate will be melted in a few minutes out in the sun.

>Most of the girls would probably get a kick out of watching you lick the chocolate from the wrappers.

>At least Sabrina is treating you normally, other than a few concerned looks.

>The mood is awkward as everyone focuses the conversation on you, trying to tell you corny jokes and laughing a little too loud.

>You can only manage to force a chuckle at the jokes.

>Why can't you act normal?

>You're honestly getting a bit pissed at the girls.

>They're just coddling you because you're a guy.

>It's just the flip side of how Katja treated you.

>You excuse yourself tell everyone that you're going to the restroom.

>The break room's bathroom is pristine, being the only guy on the whole ramp.

>At least you get some privacy.

>You check your phone hoping to see a message or something.

>You're not expecting too much but still find yourself a little downcast.

>You twist the knob on the sink and run your hands under the cool water.

>They're brought up to your head as you wash your face a bit.

>The accumulated grime of the morning's dirt washes down the sink.

>A quick pat down with some paper towels, and you realise that your break is over.

>When you exit the bathroom, you see that the whole team loitering around.

>Looks like everyone waited for you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

>"Don't worry about it."

>You get a few pats on the back.

>You all file out of the building and start your vehicles.

>You take a seat next to Sabrina as you wordlessly roll to your next destination.

>The rest of the day continues with everyone being just a bit too considerate.

>Of course the ladies do the heavy lifting, in their attempt to give you a break.

>You feel a little bit useless today.

>Eventually you're released for the night, having gone by too slow due to the light work load.

>"Drinks?"

>Sabrina doesn't even look at you, trying to be casual.

"I'm not really feeling up to it."

>"C'mon, loosen up a little bit. My treat tonight."

>Her husband is going to be mad that she's blowing her money on drinks for two.

"No really, I-"

>"Free drinks! Let's go!"

>You feel her arm get thrown over your shoulder and start dragging you along to the local watering hole.

>You knew she was strong, but she's completely overpowering you.

>Then again, you shouldn't be too suprised that you'd have no chance against an MMA fighter if she decided to kidnap you.

>"We're going to the bar."

>Sabrina says to the hostess.

>She plops you on a stool and pats your shoulders before taking a seat next to you.

>"Much better. What are you drinking today?"

"I think I'll do a vodka cranberry."

>"That's suprising. You usually don't go for the boyish drinks. Finally awakening to your masculine side?"

>Sabrina shoots you a smile.

>You usually would have some quip or at least an annoyed response.

>What you really want is some strong bourbon or whiskey, but that'd remind you a bit too much of her.

>"Hey bartender!"

>Sabrina shouts from her seat.

>She comes on over, and Sabrina orders your drinks and an appetizer to snack on.

>Your drink is placed gently in front of you.

>"Made it a double just for you, sweetheart."

>The bartender gives you a wink.

>You down a mouthful of it, and it's definitely more than a double.

"Whoof!"

>More like cranberry flavored vodka.

>Sabrina and you patiently wait for your food as you bitch about the workday.

>Seems she's waiting for you to get some food in you before talking about the elephant in the room.

>It's not like you can make a quick retreat when there's a meal in front of you.

>Clever girl.

>Another drink is passed your way as you finish it quickly.

>You're drinking a lot faster than you'd like.

>Soon you're treated to an appetizer sampler.

>She takes a bite of a potato skin, asking you a question with her mouth full.

>"Sho Anon, tell me about wha heppened."

>She swallows her food and looks at you expectantly.

"It's not that big of a deal. Katja got mad about something and said some messed up stuff."

>She raises an eyebrow at you.

>"Like what? Sounds like she doesn't know how to treat a nice boy right."

"Pretty much that. I guess I'm only good for a quick lay to her."

>You're not drunk, but your inhibitions are definitely lowered by this point from the drinks.

>Sabrina knows how to loosen your tongue.

>She's stuffed more food in her face.

>"Ah guesshed as much. Shee's old fashioned. Yuur wurth more than that."

"She literally threw some cash at me for a taxi."

>You look down at your now empty drink, and you get another without even asking.

>"That's fucked up. Not like it matters, but what did you say?"

"She definitely got some kind of attitude as soon as I started worrying about knocking her up. Guess she's not ready for it either."

>Sabrina has an incredulous look on her face.

>"Plan B is a thing y'know. Why would you guys worry about it so much? We've never even had a pregnancy scare with my husband after 10 years of that and the pill."

"I don't know. I do get anxious easily, but she doesn't seem the type. It kind of comes with her profession, after all."

>"Whatever made her get a bug up her ass has nothing to do with you. Fuck her!"

>Looks like Sabrina is feeling the drinks as well.

"Hah, yeah I guess. That's enough of that, though. Pass me some mozzarella sticks."

>"There we go Anon! Get some more meat on those bones!"

>Talking to Sabrina has definitely made you feel a lot better.

>That and the alcohol, it seems.

>You look around the restaurant, and it seems most of the team decided to skip out on drinks tonight.

>It is the middle of the week after all.

>Tasha is sat at a table talking to the waiter you saw in her little sketchbook.

>You've never talked to him beyond the usual pleasantries, but he seems like a nice guy.

>Maybe he's in it for the tips, but she really needs some socialization anyways.

>He's defnitely uncomfortable, but he's soldiering on through the "conversation."

>You decide to turn back to Sabrina.

>"Whatcha looking at?"

"Just our resident weirdo."

>"Heh, I saw her the other day. Looks like she's sweet on one of the boys here. Getting jealous?"

"Sweet on him, indeed."

>She looks at you with a confused expression, but doesn't push any further.

>Your meal and drinks are finished over a casual chat.

>Now having a full stomach, Sabrina closes her eyes in contentment.

>"So, what are you gonna do?"

>Her eyes are still closed as she puts her hands behind her head.

"About what?"

>You have a good idea of what she's talking about, but decide to feign ignorance.

>"Little miss kitty cat."

>You've never given it much thought yourself.

"I don't know. I'd like to say I'd ignore her if she tried to contact me again, but I'd be lying to myself."

>"I think she's nothing but trouble, but I'm not your mom. That's reserved for her, isn't it?"

>She laughs at her own joke.

>"You don't have to stick with her just because she took your V-card. I dunno if you're all traditional or something, just don't think too hard about it."

>"Seriously though, I got your back no matter what you choose. If she pulls some shit, me and the girls can jump her in the parking lot for you."

>She pats your back entirely too hard, causing you to spill your drink on your chest.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Sabrina."

>She flags down the bartender and closes out the check.

>She winces at the price but doesn't voice any complaints.

>"See you tomorrow, Anon. Drive home safe."

>You wish her the same and hurry to your car.

>It's kind of late, so the roads are clearer than they'd usually be at night.

>You get to your apartment quickly and get to unwinding.

>After an hour or so of some mindless TV programming, you head to bed and get ready for the night.

>The drinks help lull you to sleep, and your mind has stopped racing after your talk with Sabrina.

>You close your eyes and sleep takes you almost instantly.

>You dream of a sea of white fur.

>You lay down in it face first like it was a field of grass.

>It tickles your nose as your vision goes dark, pressed against the silky surface.

>Arms sprout from the surface and hook around your back.

>Your breathing gets more and more labored as you find them pulling you even deeper.

>You awake with a start.

>Your pillow is pressed against your face, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead.

>It seems you hugged it in your sleep.

>Guess it means you're lonelier than you thought.

>You release it and sit up.

>You're a bit late, but you still decide to start your regular morning routine.

>Grabbing a razor, you get to work shaving any stubble on your face.

>It's the two blade kind.

>You aren't made of money, so you have to pinch pennies where you can.

>You run your razor over your neck and nick it slightly.

>It's an ominous start to the day between that and your vivid dream.

>A quick shower later, you realize that you're still bleeding.

>It's nothing a little dab of toilet paper won't fix.

>You skip breakfast on the way to work to save some time.

>Not the best decision, but you can grab something once you get to work.

>Seven minutes late.

>Not too bad.

>Sabrina gives you a wave as you enter the break room just a minute or two before the morning brief.

>"Make sure to stretch before starting today."

>Your boss says flatly.

>Of course, no one does.

>Everyone starts rolling along to their positions and Sabrina drops you off at a vending machine to grab something to snack on.

>With a pack of powdered donuts and an energy drink in tow, you hop back in.

>The vehicle is parked and Sabrina is talking your ear off about her husband.

>"He just got a promotion to a floor supervisor. Maybe he can get me that new punching bag I've had my eyes on."

>Her nose flares at you suddenly.

>"Shaving accident? You need to be more careful, Anon."

>The anthros' sense of smell still spooks you sometimes.

>She pokes you on the cheek.

>"I know all the girls like to see you all soft and cute, but I don't think a cut up face is a good look on you."

"I'm doing my best with dollar store shaving cream and razors."

>"I personally like my husband with stubble though. It feels nice, like a bristle brush when it rubs against your cheeks. Might be a feline thing."

>You wonder if Katja feels the same way, but you doubt it.

>Your thirty minute break for lunch finally rolls around, and the air has taken a turn from yesterday's awkwardness.

>It seems everyone has noticed your turn in mood and started acting more casual around you.

>It's still a bit uncomfortable, but it's not quite enough to bother you much.

>You have a sneaking suspicion that the team put Sabrina up to the task of cheering you up and finding out what's wrong.

>She definitely isn't the type to gossip or spread your business, but you imagine she at least assuaged everyone's worries.

>She probably stretched the truth about how well you're feeling, sensing how uncomfortable you were yesterday.

>You're more relieved that you're not getting a tribute of candy like last time.

>The workload through the day is light, but this time they let you pull your weight along with the rest of the team.

>Well, as much as they usually do, the single anthros still trying to impress you by showing off their muscles.

>Your day ends much the same as usual, minus the fact that Sabrina doesn't ask you to get something to drink.

>She probably got an earful about her spending last night.

>The thought of her with her ears pinned to her head as she avoids her husband's gaze coaxes a laugh out of you.

>The next few days pass in the same manner.

>Luckily it seems you either missed Katja on her flight back, or she's holed up in a hotel in another state.

>She still hasn't contacted you even once.

>She's way too stubborn to do anything along the lines of apologizing, but you don't want to be the first one to break the silence.

>She probably expects you to crack and come crawling back to her.

>The thought of it has crossed your mind more than once, but you have to be firm.

>A little over a week passes, and you find yourself in bed once again.

>You enjoy a nice rest before you get an unpleasant awakening by a phone call.

>It's Katja, suprisingly.

>It's really late at night, couldn't she find a better time to call?

>You ignore it for the time being, rolling over and closing your eyes again.

>She calls yet again, and you sigh in annoyance and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

>you say blearily.

>"Heeeeeyyy babe! What're you doin' right now?"

"Sleeping."

>You're getting a bit pissed at this point.

>How can she act so casually after the way you guys parted last time?

"What time is it anyways?"

>"Tree- three thirty? You should come overrrr."

>Her words trail off before you hear a light giggle.

>Seems she's been drinking, a lot, from the sounds of it.

>"I'm at home. Mommy needsh some company~."

>She's trying, and failing to be seductive.

"Why don't you go find one of your boy-toys instead?"

>"I'm shorry... I'll treat you real nice this time."

"I think I'll pass, thanks."

>"No, wait."

>She pauses for a few seconds.

>"If you're not gonna come over, I'm gonna come get you."

"You don't even know where I live."

>"Ok, I'm going to the airport."

>You hear her start fumbling with some keys.

"I work there, I don't live there. And you can't drive right now."

>You pinch the bridge of your nose.

>"It's just a little scotch, I'm not drunk yet. Where do you live?"

>The noise of rustling fabric comes through your phone as she struggles with some clothes.

"Fine! Fine. I'll come over so you don't kill yourself out there."

>"Thanks. See you soon!"

Chapter 12

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>You hang up the phone, hoping she doesn't decide to call you while on the road.

>Luckily the traffic is nonexistent, the nightlife already dead at this time of night.

>You find the guest parking of her condo complex and lock your car doors.

>It's probably unneeded in a nice place like this, but it's a habit at this point.

>You let yourself into the building and call the elevator.

>You ride up to the top floor and reach her door.

>A quick knock later and you hear the lock chime open.

>You open the door and Katja is waiting for you in the entryway.

>And boy, is she a mess.

>Her sports bra is loosely hanging off her body.

>One shoulder strap dangles on her upper arm, completely exposing one of her breasts.

>She didn't bother to wear any pants either, opting for just a pair of panties.

>You take a step inside and she reaches around you to give you a pat on the rear.

>"C'mon, come sit down with me."

>You sit down on one of the couches in the conversation pit.

>It's still very comfortable.

>There's an empty tumbler on the table, and she reaches out to grab it.

>She walks up to her tacky decanter and twists the knob, not realizing that it's already been drained.

>"Looks like I forgot to refill it."

>You don't think that she'd forget to do that.

>It's more likely that she drank it all without noticing, but refuses to admit it.

"I don't know if you need any more to drink..."

>You're ignored as she reaches for an unopened bottle and pops the stopper off before refilling it.

>She grabs a fresh glass and fills two glasses brimming with liquor.

>"One for me, one for you!"

>she says in an impromptu little ditty.

>You weren't planning to drink, but it's a bit too late to argue.

>Pouring the drink back into the decanter is way beyond her ability at this point.

>She probably wouldn't let you say no at this point either.

>She forcefully pushes your drink into your hands.

>You take a tentative sip of the smoky drink.

>It's a bit suprising that she'd offer a guy a glass of scotch.

>Looks like she knows you a little better than you thought.

>She takes a large gulp of it without flinching.

>The only reaction she has is a satisfied sigh.

>She leans back against the arm of the sofa, slinging an arm over the back.

>Her legs find themselves resting on your lap.

>Her paws are crossed, resting on top of your crotch.

>"You're such a good boy, Anon. Coming riiiight when I call you."

>Her eyes are lidded as she looks over your form.

"It's not like I had much choice."

>You turn your head away from her, trying to mask your emotions.

>"You could have stayed home. You jusht can't help it. Always a nice boy and a good listener. It's one of the things I like about you."

>She brings her fist up to her face and chuckles lightly.

>She's right, you'd probably end up coming even if she wasn't trying to go on a drunken joyride.

>What's even more suprising is her confession of her fondness for you.

>You've only seen the slightest glimpses of it in your time with her.

>Being candid with your emotions is seen as weakness for a woman, especially in the eyes of her peers.

>It seems it's a generational thing, her outdated notions of femininity coloring her behavior.

"I was just worried about you, you know."

>You can't even mask your words with faux anger at this point.

>All it took was a little bit of affection.

>You're kind of hopeless.

>"You don't need to do that, I can take care of myself!"

>she says petulantly.

>She pulls her torso upright and pokes you in the nose with her fingertip.

>"You're the one who needs to be take care of yourself. You already got tricked by a no-good lady."

>It's phrased as a joke, but you don't see any signs of amusement on her face.

>She places her feet on the carpet and downs the rest of her drink in one swallow.

>It seems she's sobered up a bit, not physically, but mentally.

>She's slurring less and her enunciation regains a more normal tone.

>She pads over to the shelf and dispenses some more amber liquid into the crystal glass.

>"You should finish your drink faster. Not even one drink in you yet! I'll get you an extra one so you can catch up with me."

>She points the glass in your general direction, raising it in a mock toast.

>With how heavy of a pour she gave you, you'd probably be drunk off of just one glass.

"I think I'm good."

>"Suit yourself. I'm bringing everything over."

>At least she's giving you the option to abstain this time.

>It seems like she's uncomfortable with being alone in her intoxication.

>She lifts up the decanter in one hand while stumbling precariously.

>The vessel is placed on the coffee table before she takes her previous position, treating your lap as a footrest.

"Katja..."

>You're feeling too anxious to voice your thoughts.

>Surely she has to be aware that you want to talk about what happened.

>She looks over at you.

>Smiling once again, her mood has seemed to return to it's previous state.

>"Hmmm? You got a funny look on your face."

>She gets an impish smile on her face as she starts shifting her paws around.

>It's a onesided game of footsie focused on your groin.

"Hey, quit it."

>You hate to admit it, but her soft caresses through your pants is starting to excite you a bit.

>"What's wrong? I'm just playing with you a bit."

"I'm serious, I'm going to get angry."

>She's trying her best to dodge the subject.

>"C'mon, I know what you want. I'm good at making you cum over and over again."

>Her glass is raised to her face as she prepares to take a drink.

"That's all I'm good for, isn't it?"

>Her legs stop their ministrations and you feel them recoil slightly.

>She doesn't confirm or deny your accusation immediately.

>"Well... It's, y'know."

>She scratches the back of her head.

>"I probably shouldn't have said that stuff. You're too nice a kid for that."

>It's not a very good apology, but it's probably the most best one that you'll be able to coax out of her.

>"There we go. Feel better now?"

>She pounds down the rest of her liquor.

>You have no idea how she's still lucid at this point.

>Maybe she only appears that way.

>"I still gotta get him in the mood."

>she whispers to herself loudly.

>"We're not done yet! I'm not gonna let you drink alone."

>Her statement is completely backwards as she's the one forcing drinks on you.

>She measures out another glass of scotch and lifts it over her head.

>"Cheers, Anon!"

>You raise your cup past her legs to clink them together.

>The second they connect, she fumbles it and loses her grip.

>It comes tumbling down over her prone body, dousing her with it's contents.

>The majority of it splashes over her chest, luckily avoiding her face.

>The glass hits the carpet with a thud and rolls a few feet.

>"God dammit."

>Katja curses in resignation.

>You stand up, getting ready to go fetch something to sop up the booze.

>All that wasted liquor probably costs as much as a day's work for you.

>You had a feeling that you were going to be babysitting a drunk tonight, but this is a little worse than you expected.

"Hey, where are your towels? You need to get dried off."

>She sits up and waves you off.

>"It's fine, I'll take care of that later."

>You take a look at her and see her bra is completely soaked through.

>She still hasn't tucked in the rogue breast that escaped it's confines.

>Both of her nipples jut out from her chest from whatever lascivious thoughts she had running through her head.

>She grabs the fabric between the cups and looks down her chest.

>Her fur must be soaked too, as you can see it rolling down her cleavage.

>The matted fur is a light brown due to soaking up the liquid.

>"Ugh, it's everywhere. I smell like a Speyside distillery."

>Her nose crinkles at the scent she usually enjoys.

>She sits up, straightening her back.

>"Anon, help me get this off."

>You're a bit apprehensive because of the likelyhood of this turning steamy.

>That is what she wants, after all.

>You let out a sigh as you get up and stand in front of her.

>Your hands slide under the back of her sports bra to help pull it off of her.

>The hem of the fabric catches on her exposed breast, pushing it upwards.

>"Wait, it's stuck on my boob. Here."

>She reaches up and cups it from the top.

>Her hand lingers a bit too long as it brushes against her nipple.

>She lightly pinches it between her ring and middle finger in a brief an almost inperceptible motion.

>You're not sure if she wanted you to notice or not.

>She tucks in her chest back into the bra and raises her arms so you can slide it off.

>You pull it up her body and over her head until it frees itself.

>You hold the bra in front of you.

"Let me go put this up."

>You don't have the time to react as she puts her arms around your back.

>"Got you."

>She pulls you forward into her chest, and you end up straddling her as your face gets pushed into her cleavage.

>In this position her height works to her advantage as you're completely level to her chest.

>This is just like your dream that you had.

>Maybe it was more of a prophecy of things to come.

>"Aren't you going to clean me up? Mommy's all diiirty."

>She puts a lot of emphasis on the last word.

>You try to say something but your words are muffled through her chest fur.

>It doesn't really matter as you're definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.

>You drop the bra in her lap.

>Your arms reach around her back as if the two of you were in a hug.

>Her grip on you loosens a bit so you can pull your head back just enough to get a glance of her face.

>She's wearing a gentle expression, more content than you've ever seen her before.

>You turn your attention downwards as you decide to start lapping at her soaked fur.

>There's a spicy burn from the high proof alcohol.

>You can taste it mixing with her natural scent just a bit.

>Whatever products she uses on her fur is sweet.

>Cocoa butter mixed with vanilla.

>She smells almost like a luxury chocolate flavored with the smoky taste of whiskey.

>You can feel her chest rumble against your lips as she softly purrs.

>The tuft of fur from her collar bone is longer than the rest.

>You breath through your nose and suck the liquor from it.

>This continues for a while until she interrupts you.

>"Lower."

>One of her hands reaches upwards to gently push your head down to one of her breasts.

>You lick at her flesh as she runs her paw through your hair.

>"There we go."

>By the time you reach the other side of her chest, she's practically petting you.

>It's like you're some small animal being cradled.

>Usually she'd be sinking her claws into you at this point, but she's handling you like you'd break at any moment.

>It must be the booze running through her right now.

>Her other hand releases it's grip from your back and starts to snake down to your thigh.

>She starts to poke and prod at your crotch, already noticing that you're hard.

>Your erection is running down the side of your thigh, sandwiched between it and her hand.

>She rubs it for a few moments before moving to undo your zipper.

>It takes a while for her fingers to touch your bare flesh before it's gripped between her fingers.

>She has little trouble fishing out your penis from your pants.

>Her soft pawpads alternate in their pressure as she gives you a few squeezes.

>Her thumb rubs the head of your cock to tease you.

>You're toyed with a few times before she starts to move her hand.

>Very slowly, she starts pumping her fist back and forth.

>Meanwhile, you're still attending to her chest.

>At this point most of the scotch is gone, replaced by your saliva.

>You wouldn't call it clean, but Katja's enjoying it nonetheless.

>She seems to have noticed that you've finished as well.

>"Good boy. I'm gonna make you feel good now."

>You're pushed back into her chest, the side of your head pressed against it.

>You can hear both her purring and her heartbeat.

>It's suprisingly slow and steady, showing how calm she is right now.

>She stops her strokes for a moment to grind the tip back and forth against her stomach.

>The downy fluff tickles a bit as your dick traces along her abs.

>She then returns to stroking you, redoubling her efforts this time.

>It's only been a few minutes but you're already getting close.

>From the speed she's going at, it shows that she's noticed this as well.

>She tucks her chin into her neck.

>"Go ahead. Let it all out."

>Her voice is just a soft whisper directly in your ear.

>You feel her hot breath wash over your neck and it drives you over the edge.

>You shoot spurt after spurt of cum on her hand as she continues pumping you.

>Her stomach gets painted with your sperm.

>She only slows down after you're completely spent and start softening a bit.

>Her paw is wiped clean on the couch.

>She chuckles lightly.

>"You came so much for me. Did it feel that good?"

"Y-yeah."

>is all you manage to get out before tucking yourself back into your pants.

>Her hand parts from your head and finds itself underneath one of her tits.

>She guides it to your face causing her nipple pokes at your cheek expectantly.

>You start suckling on it causing her to sigh.

>She leans forward a bit, reaching for something past you.

>It's your drink.

>Apparently she hasn't had enough.

>You remove your mouth and try to stop her.

"Hey, I think that's enough."

>"No, no. Stay like this. Don't stop."

>She strokes the back of your head with her free hand.

>There's no use in arguing with her, so you return to your mock breastfeeding.

>She takes a sip from the drink, slowly this time.

>"This...this is nice."

>She whispers, her voice growing a bit hoarse.

>Her head drops down and nuzzles into the top of your head.

>You can feel her wet nose pressing against you as she peppers you with light kisses.

>The two of you stay like this, enjoying each other's company wordlessly.

>Her breaths start to grow more labored the longer she holds you.

>She breaks the comfortable silence.

>"I always wanted this."

>Her hand idly rubs the small of your back.

>"But I can't give you anything you want. I can't even treat you right. I'm a failure of a woman."

>Her arm stroking your back stops and starts squeezing you tight against her body.

>"I'm really sorry. It wasn't you that I was mad at. There's no way you could have known."

>Her voice grows shakier by the moment.

>"That I can't- That I never could-"

>Her voice grows louder as she tries to finish her sentence.

>You try to look up at her face.

>She drops her glass, and stops you by pinning your head in her chest.

>"He wanted a family and I couldn't give that to him. So he left."

>"And you're gonna leave me too. That's how men are."

>Her words are filled with venom, but you can hear the underlying sorrow in her voice.

>You want to say something but you can't escape her grip.

>"Please, just stay for today."

>She goes silent after that.

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>This is the most she's spoken to you that wasn't innuendos or literal commands.

>You've always seen the slighest sparks of her genuninely expressing herself, but this is a world apart from her usual self.

>The post-orgasm clarity hits you at full force at this point, and you decide to consider your future actions.

>The only way you can react is to grip her tighter.

>Your only other options would be to push her back or passively let her hug your body.

>You can't imagine doing either of these regardless of her transgressions against you.

>There's a part in you that just wants to get her in bed and go home.

>She probably wouldn't remember what happened tonight anyways.

>It just wouldn't be productive in any way though, only serving to hurt the both of you.

>You'd feel like you would be betraying her right now if you left her at her weakest.

>It's not like it wouldn't be totally undeserved, but it would be uncharacteristically cruel of you.

>Your conscience tugs at you to at least fulfill her request.

>It's only one night she needs right now.

>She has to be used to driving away her lovers by now, so it won't hurt if you decide to leave after that.

>At least not a lot.

>More than that, your attachment and your inability to resist her whims worry you a bit.

>Your coworkers' concerns weigh heavy on your mind.

>She has toyed with you in whatever way she pleased without even a thought to your desires.

>It's not like she ever actually made you do something you hated, though.

>You can't voice how you feel regardless, so you sit in her bear hug.

>Her breaths come in sharp inhales, but still restrained and steady.

>They're sharp hiccups not unlike the ones done by a fighter pilot under the influence of high-G's.

>She must be pretty stressed to breath like this.

>Gradually, her grip loosens bit by bit, and you manage to unleash your head enough to move it freely.

>You tilt your head upwards to look at her face.

>Her chin is still on your head, resting on your forehead now.

>You see her eyes welling up with tears but not spilling, rapid blinking dispersing them efficiently.

>She's resolved not to cry in front of a man.

>You think you'd be more relieved to see her do so.

>Your jaw is still pressed into her breastbone, making it difficult to speak.

"Hey."

>you manage to croak out.

>Her eyes swivel down towards you, her still not saying a word.

"I think it's time to go to bed."

>Her arms trail off your back as she releases you.

>"Y-yeah, I was thinking the same thing."

>She poorly fakes a confident smile.

>You're gripped by your armpits as she lifts you off her.

>"Go ahead and get ready for me."

>She waves you off.

>"I don't want to see any pants on you when I get there."

>She shoots you the slowest and most awkward wink that you've ever seen.

"Sure thing, Katja. I'm going to check on you in five minutes if you don't get in bed."

>you reply sarcastically.

>The horizon has a purple hue as the sun starts to rise.

>It's almost five-thirty at this point, you note.

>True to your word, you enter her bedroom and strip down.

>You're in your boxers by the time you collapse into her mattress.

>The cool comforter feels nice on your skin even in the temperature controlled suite.

>You close your eyes for just a bit as you wait for Katja to join you.

>Some time passes before you rouse yourself and check your phone.

>Twelve minutes, more than enough time.

>You enter the living room and see she's practically unconscious, her body slumped forward at an angle.

>Sighing, you walk up and put your hand on her shoulder to wake her up.

>She shoots upright almost immediately.

>"Huh-wut? I'm awake."

>Her head whips around a bit before focusing on you.

>"Hey you."

>Her eyes scan your naked body before stopping on your crotch.

>She gets a lewd smile on her face.

>"You got that lonely without me? Ready for me first thing in the morning. I picked a good one."

>She runs her tongue over her lips.

>Forcing herself onto her feet, she ambles around the couch to you to wrap her arm around your waist.

"There we go. Let's go now."

>You stabilize her with your arm and walk her to the bed.

>The two of you manage to make it to her bedroom before she grapples you and softly spins you onto the bed.

>"Hahaha!"

>she laughs as she has her arms wrapped around your torso.

>"Now I'm gonna rock your world."

>She's spooning you and has one of her legs hooked between yours.

>Her arm drifts downards towards your lower belly as she slips her pawpads just inside your waistband.

"Let's stay just like this for now."

>You try to calm her so the both of you actually get some sleep.

>"My boy needs a hug? That's fine for a bit."

>Her muzzle tucks into your neck, her fluffy cheeks nuzzling against yours.

>You can feel her purring again through her chest pressed against your back.

>The warm fur of her cheeks rubs against you, slowing down after each repetition.

>Her breathing slows and her purrs grow softer.

>It looks like she's finally drifting off.

>"Mmmn. Love you."

>she says in her half-asleep state.

>You almost turn your head back but withstand the urge.

>Her words sit heavy on your mind and you find it hard to sleep.

>Did she really mean that, or was it from the booze?

>Alcohol seems to make her more forthright, so maybe it is true?

>It's definitely not what you needed to hear after having your heart toyed with.

>You got forced into a confrontation and end up getting jerked off then spooned to sleep.

>Why can't she show that she cares about you in even the slightest while sober?

>You understand her struggles at this point, but that doesn't absolve her of her actions.

>Her soft breath over your neck distracts your from your thoughts.

>It honestly reeks of alcohol, and isn't too pleasant, but it's comforting in it's own way.

>Your family was the kind to mix whiskey with your formula at night.

>You can feel and hear her contented purring, albeit softly through her sleep.

>Her paws have been kneading at your skin on your chest and stomach.

>It's so light that it's calming, similar to a massage with claws.

>The tiny pricks are soft enough to avoid phasing you at this point.

>Her plushy pawpads squeeze and rub at your flesh.

>The soothing assault manages to quiet your mind as you finally succumb to sleep.

>You don't wake up until the early afternoon.

>Your sleep was rather restful, even with her gripping you.

>She's still asleep, stirring slightly as you pull away from her.

>It takes a lot of effort, but you manage to pry yourself from her grasp.

>Her face screws up a bit but she doesn't react otherwise.

>You decide to hang around until she wakes up at the very least.

>You put on your clothes and look at your phone, seeing that it's already one o' clock.

>You'll give her another hour to wake up.

>Walking into the kitchen, you decide to brew yourself enough coffee for both Katja and you.

>You might as well get her some while you're at it, and she'll definitely need it.

>The french press gets filled with coffee grounds as you boil some water in an electric kettle.

>Soon you've got two mugs sitting on the coffee table as you sit and look around her house once again.

>None of the decorations have changed, but they're intriguing as always.

>You grab the remote on the table and turn on the massive TV to the news.

>The volume isn't too loud, but it seems to have roused Katja.

>She walks into the living room, yawning.

>"Coffee made already? You know how to treat a woman right."

>She seems shockingly chipper, shooting you a grin.

"Go ahead, you're going to need it after last night. You've got to be really hungover, unless you're still drunk."

>She looks a bit confused.

>"I'm fine, that was an average weekend for me back in the day. I can put down twice that much."

>She pounds her chest and starts walking over to the coffee.

>She really doesn't seem hungover or intoxicated.

>"I got a strong liver. Same with my mom, and grandma. All of us always take a drink with dinner, and a nightcap. Some days I put down a few extra."

>She's talking like it's a perfectly normal amount to drink.

"That's a lot when you think about the whole week. Don't you have to fly?"

>"Eight hours bottle to throttle! And that amount of drinks isn't that much, my mom put down way more than I do. Were your parents teetotalers or something?"

>If she's deluding herself she's doing an amazing job.

>You sigh, not even seeing the point in arguing with her.

"I guess they were. Besides that, how are you feeling otherwise after last night?"

>She freezes a moment before cooly playing it off.

>"Of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? Just a bit sticky after spilling scotch all over my tits. Thanks for the help, by the way."

>She gives you a too large smile.

"It wasn't too bad for me either. But besides that, you told me about yourself last night."

>"What can I say? I always end up bragging when I drink. It's a fault of mine."

>She turns her back to you to look out the window and focus on the skyline.

"That's not what I meant-"

>"Sorry, I don't really remember last night. Maybe I did have too much to drink."

>There's no way that she conveniently blacked out solely during her emotional breakdown.

>Her ears twitch, fighting the urge to fold down on her head.

>She's a good liar, but there's only so much she can do to avoid the subject.

>Nothing she can say will make you forget her outpouring of pain.

"Katja..."

>You want to force her but don't know how.

>"Mmmm, coffee's good. I'd like to sit around and enjoy it, but there's been a change of plans. I have to get my uniforms dry-cleaned."

>Setting down the coffee mug, she heads into her room and rounds up some pristine looking jackets.

>"Feel free to stay as long as you'd like, the door will lock behind you."

>You're pretty sure someone in the building takes care of her dry-cleaning for her, even if the suits were dirty.

"Katja."

>Your voice is a bit firmer this time.

>"What's up? Did you want to take care of this for me? I have other errands too, but that'd be a big help."

>This is going nowhere.

>"Thanks, you're a good guy. I'll pick them up from the cleaners when they're done."

>She sets them down on the table and starts walking towards the door.

>You stand up and step towards her.

>She ignores you as her hand reaches towards the doorknob.

>All you can do is grab at her free arm, but thankfully she doesn't just drag you along.

>She just freezes, but you can feel the tension ready to burst from her like a spring.

>"What are you doing?"

>She's got a smile on her face like you're a mischievous child.

>In contrast, the tone of her voice is absolutely void of any emotion.

"You told me about your ex and why he left."

>There's no way she can avoid this now.

>"Ex-fiancee. And I never told you anything. Understand?"

>Her glare is withering.

"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone, I just want to talk to you."

>"I already talked too much last night. Just forget it."

>She turns her head forward and looks straight ahead at the door.

>Her body is tense as she resists the urge to pull free from you.

"It's not healthy, Katja. This isn't your fault or something to beat yourself up over."

>There's a tiny flash of anger on her face.

>"I'm well aware it's not my fault. Why should I be sorry that every guy I meet is a shallow piece of shit?"

>You really have to mind your words.

"Not everyone is like that. That was just one horrible guy."

>"It's been more than just one, but I'm not going to argue with you. It's nothing important anymore."

>She still can't bear to look you in the eye.

"You should tell me about it."

>Pressing her this hard is a risky move, considering how hard it was to even get her to admit anything happened.

"Come on, I think your errands can wait. We should go sit down."

>She scratches at her cheek and thinks it over a bit.

>"I suppose I could sit down and relax a little bit. You're not going to let this go otherwise."

>Freeing her arm of your grip, she walks around you to lounge on one of the clean couches.

>You take a seat next to her and she decides to turn her coffee into an Irish one.

"Slow it down a bit with the drinking."

>"Quit nagging me and let me at least try to salvage this morning."

>she says half-heartedly before breaking into a light grin.

>"Seriously, though, no more questions. I'll tell you a bit about what happened, just to prove you wrong."

>"My first fiancee ended up leaving me after my diagnosis at the fertility clinic. His family was traditional and they wouldn't accept anything other than a blood child."

>"All of them were a bunch of idiots. I hope he hates whatever arranged marriage he probably got roped into."

>She's bitter but can at least find some humor in her situation.

>"A few years later, I met my second fiancee. We talked about other options and decided on a friend of ours to be a surrogate. We later got the news from the clinic that she's pregnant. It was really nice for a while."

>"I went to go suprise them at one of her health checkups. Neither of them were there. The receptionist told me that they haven't had an appointment for about a month."

>She takes a gulp of the stiff coffee and sighs.

>"I got back to the house and I guess they didn't notice me. They were sitting on the couch and he had his head up against her belly. I always thought it was so cute how he got so excited."

>"Then I heard her ask him when he's going to leave me and go start their family for real. I walked in and they didn't even stand up. I housed the both of them! Eventually things got broken off and they moved out. Last thing he said to me was that 'it's better for a child to be with her real mom.'"

>She looks down at her mug of coffee.

>"They had the gall to invite me to their wedding."

>She stands up, lost in thought.

"Katja, I'm so sorry."

>"Yeah, I guess you would be."

>It looks like she doesn't have the time for pleasantries like "It's fine," or "Don't be."

>She's never had problems being straightforward before.

>You don't know what to say in response.

>The tension in the room is awkward, to say the least.

>"So, whas that good enough for you? Feel better now that you know?"

>You honestly do.

>You understand her more than you ever have, but still don't know how to break through her shell.

>She's been hurt by people who've meant more to her than you.

"You know that kind of stuff doesn't matter to everyone, you know."

>She gets a sour look on her face.

>"What, like you? You're still young, not even old enough to get baby fever yet. I've been doing this for years now. It's just easier this way."

>You don't have any kind of retort regardless of how you feel.

>She wouldn't believe you anyways.

"You don't know until you give it a chance."

>"Mmn."

>She gives you a noncommital grunt, but it's better than nothing.

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>"You're a nice kid. You'll make a lady happy someday."

>She definitely doesn't mean herself.

>"So, what are you going to do? I don't have any plans today."

>You're not too suprised that she doesn't actually have any errands to run.

>You certainly didn't expect her to invite you out.

>Maybe it's just a way for her to distract the two of you.

>You're a bit relieved that she didn't just kick you out immediately.

>She starts tapping away at her phone, pausing to scroll through something.

"What are you looking at?"

>"Email. Looks like the AOPA's got a burger fly-in today. Not too far from here."

"Burger fly-in?"

>"Shitty burgers at some airport cafe. It's more an excuse to meet up with the girls."

>She gives you an amused smile.

>"I like to spoil young guys like yourself. Nothing but the best for you."

>She really knows how to sell a date, you note sarcastically.

"I guess that doesn't sound too bad."

>"Good. Weather's perfect, so the flight should be nice and calm."

"Wait, flight?"

>"Why do you think it's called a fly-in? Let me take a shower first."

>After a quick wash, she grabs a few small bags and ushers you out the door.

>Seeing her fur glisten in the light shows just how much care she puts into it's care.

>You get yourself latched into the car after a short elevator ride.

>"Regional's not too far from here. I haven't had much of a chance to check out the place since moving here."

>The ride is pretty peaceful, her mood having improved a lot since this "morning."

"Why'd you invite me out anyways?"

>She gets a complicated look on her face.

>"Because it's fun. I'd be going out for a hundred dollar burger anyways, so I'd rather have someone in the right seat for the trip."

"A hundred dollars?!"

>"It's just slang. It means 'finding an excuse to fly.'"

>"Other than that, I just want to show you off a bit. Those geezers are going to be jealous as hell."

>That sounds a lot more like her.

>It's only a half-truth since she's so bad at expressing herself.

>You have a feeling that you're making a bit of progress at least.

>It's another thirty minutes after your small talk until you pull into a tiny parking lot.

>"Grab one of those bags, one of them is for you."

>The both of you pass through a glass door and you find yourself in a lobby with a single receptionist.

>"Go have a seat, I'll get everything ready. I have a bit of chatting to do."

>You wait patiently and flip through some random aviation magazines, everything being Greek to you.

>Giving up on that, you look out the windows to see a dozen or so planes chocked and tied down, not too different from a regular parking lot.

>You wonder which one is hers.

>After waiting entirely too long, she finally finishes up whatever business she had.

>She waves to the receptionist as she walks up to you.

>"Nice lady. Well, let's get going."

>You're shocked to see that there's zero security, not even a metal detector as you meekly trail behind her.

>"Here she is. Not the prettiest plane, but I got her for a steal."

"This thing has to be older than me."

>you note.

>She pops open a door and puts the bags on one of the seats before giving everything a cursory walk around.

>"Okay. Help me push out the plane."

>she says, kicking out a chock from underneath the wheels.

"With what?"

>"Your hands? Get in front of the other wing and push."

>She's acting like all this stuff is self evident.

>The two of you push the plane back one length or so before hopping inside.

>It turns out the little bags have headsets in them, and you plug them in.

>You test them out as she fiddles with some knobs.

>"Turn up the squelch... There we go. Can you hear me just fine?"

>You confirm that you can before she starts up the engine and starts taxiing to the runway.

>The plane takes off as the wings concerningly tilt side to side before starting to climb.

>After making a turn, she levels the plane as you slowly ascend.

>"So, what do you think?"

>You're honestly a bit nervous as the plane rattles through the air.

"It's cool."

>Looking down the side window, everything looks tiny as she points out random landmarks.

>"I'll hand it over to you in a bit, once we get to a better altitude."

>She gives you the most genuine smile that you've seen since you met her.

"Wait, what?"

>"You'll be fine. Easier than driving a car. There's less stuff to crash into."

>She lets out a hearty laugh.

>"Put your hands on the yoke."

>It turns in your hands along with her movements.

>"Okay, that's good. Go ahead."

>She takes her hands off as you hold it, knuckles turning white.

>She looks at her lap at an iPad strapped to her leg, tapping away at some kind of map.

>She's barely paying any attention to you.

>Finished with whatever she was doing, she looks over at you.

>"Loosen up a bit. Try taking one of your hands off the yoke. Just watch the horizon."

>Reclining, she opens a water bottle to take a drink.

>There's light movements up and down as the wind jostles the plane.

>She's only looking at your face as you finally start to calm down.

>It seems her mood has done a 180.

>You're happy she's brightened up a bit.

>"It's going to be about an hour before we get there. We'll trade off when we get closer."

>She continues to give you little tips and advice in between communications with traffic control.

>Apparently she recognizes someone else on the line and gives a friendly greeting.

>After forty-five minutes or so, she takes back control as you approach another airport.

>The landing is a bit harder than you'd like as you touch down on the tarmac.

>Soon you're taxiing back into a spot as she cuts the engine.

>"So, not bad, huh?"

>You must've been wearing a strange expression on your face.

"That was fun."

>It's the truth, but you leave out the fact that you were terrified the whole time that you had the controls.

>"Let's go get some food."

>This airport seems to be a little bit bigger.

>You don't see a restaurant anywhere though, so Katja asks around and gets handed a set of keys.

>"We're taking the airport's car, everyone's meeting at a sports bar."

"You don't have to pay? They just lend you a car?"

>"Nope. Perks of being part of the best girl's club in the world."

>Even when driving a different car than her own, it seems she's still just as reckless.

>Soon you're at a dingy bar and grill and the two of you make it inside.

>The host brings you to a large table flanked with a dozen or so people, mostly anthros.

>There's only one other human than you, a teenaged boy that's obviously a relative of one of the girls.

>"Look who made it! You're keeping all of us waiting."

>One of the oldest ladies at the tables shouts out.

>It seems at least a few of the anthros know her.

>You recognize one of them, it's her copilot that she usually flies with.

>She gives you a look as Katja introduces herself to the strangers at the table.

>All of them are either pilots, former pilots, or aeronautical engineers.

>It's a very expensive hobby.

>"So she dragged you along? Usually she'd be bored of her newest conquest by now."

>Her first officer, a lion, gives you a smug look.

>"Anon, right? She talks about you, you know. Not just the usual locker room chatter."

>That's a revelation that you didn't expect too much.

"Like what?"

>"She thinks your little schoolboy crush on her is cute. I'd have to agree with her."

>After shaking hands with everyone and giving the young boy a noogie on the head, Katja makes her way over to the seat next to you.

>The lion manages to squeeze out one last whisper to you.

>"She won't admit it, but she hasn't had that kind of attention in a while. She needs it."

>Katja throws her arms around both of your shoulders.

>"What are you two talking about? I got first dibs on this guy here, you know."

>"You know I'm married. My man would kill me if I started snatching up young men like you do."

>"Anon, this is Mack. Violet Mack that is. She was in my squadron."

>"Since when was it yours?"

>She slugs Katja in the shoulder.

>"This old cat got me the job at TA. Figures that I'd end up under her wing again."

>Katja sits down next to you before introducing you to the rest of the table.

>"This is Anon. I decided to bring him along for some grade-A food."

>"Robbing the cradle as always!"

>"If I were 20 years younger..."

>There's a few hoots and jeers from the people sat around the table.

>Everyone takes a moment to order their food before returning to their conversations.

>It's mostly incomprehensible to you, but you're having a good time regardless.

>Katja and Violet's conversation breaks off from the group as they chat to each other.

>It seems they're talking about you, but you can't make out their speech even sitting right next to them.

>You can't imagine Katja sharing anything too personal about herself, but the lion is sharper than she seems.

>They're interrupted by the waiter as everything is passed out.

>Everyone tucks into their food and quickly finishes up.

>Light one-armed hugs and pats on the back are passed around as everyone says their goodbyes.

>Katja and her coworker part more informally.

>"See you next flight. Good luck with the husband."

>"You know it. Good luck to you too."

>She's caught a little off-guard by the lion's statement.

>She departs with a wave aimed at you before Katja can say anything.

>It's just the two of you left at the end.

>"Looks like that's our cue to leave too."

>The car somehow arrives back at the airport unscathed.

>The two of you grab some water bottles before returning the keys.

>Afterwards, Katja takes the time to get some more fuel for her airplane.

>Huh, it's not too much more expensive than regular gasoline.

>She reels out and clips a long cable to the landing strut of the plane and tugs a huge hose to the plane.

>She rests it on the top of the wing and tops off the wings' tanks.

>The process is reversed and everything is set to go.

>You hop in the plane and the take off much in the same manner as before.

>You're handed the controls a little earlier this time, getting tips on how to angle the plane for a perfect climb.

>"Watch your speed. Nose down a bit. I don't think your heart could handle a stall right now."

>Your eyes must've popped out of your head as she chuckles and shakes her head a bit.

>"Men, I swear."

>The plane eventually reaches it's cruising altitude and it's nothing but clear blue skies all around.

>"CAVU all day. Good to fly in, but I like having some clouds to look at."

>She turns to look at you.

>"You like cloud watching, Anon?"

>You've never given it much thought before.

"Sometimes, as a kid. There's not too much time to do it while working."

>"I guess there wouldn't be. It's way different from up here though. You don't really find any shapes up here."

"That does sound kind of nice."

>She focuses her sight on the horizon.

>"Maybe you'll get to see it for yourself someday."

>You note that she doesn't mention taking you up herself.

>It feels a little lonely, but there's a chance that you missed an implication.

>The ride continues silently for a few minutes, the light drone of the engine only being broken by occasional chatter on the comms.

>Katja grabs the yoke, her thumbs hovering over the buttons triggering radio contact.

>"Watch this."

>She's got a mischievous grin that would usually mean something bad was about to happen.

>If she tries to do a flip or something, you're gonna kill her.

>It looks like she's going with something a little more subdued as she presses on one of the buttons and meows directly into the mic.

>It's followed by several more meows from other pilots over the frequency.

>You swear there was even one by a human pilot from how horrible of an impression he did.

>"Heheh, classic."

>You don't really get what's going on, but it's surreal enough to get a laugh out of you.

>There's a few more minutes of flying before you hand off the controls to Katja yet again.

>You circle around the airport before a rough landing on the pavement.

>After everything gets parked and tied down, Katja streches her arms over her head and arches her back.

>Her chest presses against the confines of her shirt.

>"Ahh, that's much better. I feel like a million bucks."

>It looks like that little trip was therapeutic for her.

>She probably needs some real therapy, but she would never manage to go to a session.

>At least this is probably a bit cheaper than visits to a shrink.

>She wraps her arm around your midsection and pulls your side into hers.

>"Let's get you back to my place."

>You pile the bags into her car and take your place in the passenger seat.

>She drives a bit more conservatively this time around, still riding her high from the flight.

>The two of you stop in her parking lot and exit the vehicle.

>You take the ride up the elevator and take a seat on her couch after entering.

>"Home sweet home. That was a pretty good day out, huh?"

"Yeah, I had fun."

>It was more spending some time with her that put you in a good mood as well.

>You feel like you've made a bit of progress with her, bonding iver her favorite thing to do.

>You're not sure if there's much meaning to it though.

>Hearing a bit from Violet too was enlightening, as short as your conversation was.

>You wonder what her and Katja were talking about in the restaurant.

>Hopefully you get another chance to talk with her again.

>Katja interrupts your thoughts.

>"Are you planning on sticking around? I don't think I've got much else planned today, just enjoying a quiet night in."

>You're not sure if that means if she wants you to stay or leave.

>It might be best to give her some space.

>The last few days must have been emotionally draining in more than one way.

>At least she's been putting in some kind of effort.

"I think it's about time to get something to make lunch for tomorrow. Cook something at home."

>It is starting to get late as you notice the sun starting to set.

>She gives you a light smile.

>"Sounds good. I think I'll get something to snack on. That bar food was more than enough for me. I'll call you sometime later."

>It seems she has plans to see you again.

>You're suprised nothing sexual happened today, but it's relieving to see that she has the capability to enjoy your presence in a normal way.

>She didn't even make a quip about inviting you to join her in her shower this afternoon.

>You excuse yourself and notice her grab an empty glass out of the corner of your eye.

>Hopefully she's just cleaning up a bit.

>You start for your car as you hear the door lock behind you.

>You take your place in your seat and start the engine.

>The engine purrs to life as you pull out of the parking lot and drive to your apartment.

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>The return trip is the same as usual, but this time you decide to just enjoy the silence and the sounds of the road.

>You're tired as hell after the last few days and that's not just from the lack of sleep.

>You let yourself into your apartment and get to work cooking some pork chops and some instant mashed potatoes for dinner, plus a little extra for lunch tomorrow.

>You're not too hungry considering how late you ate lunch but figure it'd be better to get something in your belly.

>You tuck into your food half-heartedly as you watch a random game show.

>It's a bit fun to watch random contestants get battered around in an obstacle course.

>After finishing you pack the rest of your food into a tupperware container for the coming workday.

>It'll be a nice change of pace from the sandwiches you've been eating for almost the entire week.

>You stifle a yawn even though you woke up rather late today.

>Getting to bed early might be a good idea, so you decide to take a quick shower before retiring for the night.

>It's not like Katja made a mess of you compared to the last few times you've spent the night with her, but you'd rather not show up to work unwashed tomorrow.

>Your nightly routine done, you get yourself into bed and you pass out quickly.

>When you wake up, you prepare everything before starting the commute to work.

>While you drive you wonder if you'll get questioned by Sabrina about your weekend.

>Should you tell her you spent your days off with Katja again?

>You don't want to worry her too much as she can get a little too protective of you.

>You're a few minutes late but you don't miss too much.

>Sabrina picks you up before stopping at your assigned workplace.

>"So Anon, did you spend another weekend in as usual?"

>Of course she'd ask you that.

"Hey, I don't spend every weekend alone."

>"You'd never do anything if I didn't drag you out of your little apartment. It's not good for you."

>She is right, it's not like you have many other friends than her.

>Most of them ended up out of state so visits are rare.

>Her statement does irk you a bit though.

"I did go out actually. I went out to lunch with some people."

>Sabrina gives you a curious smile.

>Now you've dug yourself into a hole.

>She has a way of goading the truth out of you.

>"Now I've heard everything. Who'd you go out with? Don't tell me it's the cat."

>You clench your teeth as you look away.

"Yeah..."

>"You forgave her already? Anon..."

>She sighs a bit.

"It's complicated. She's got circumstances going on. Kind of personal stuff, but I can at least tell you what happened."

>You give a basic run down on the events of the past few days without revealing too much about Katja.

>"You're too soft on her. I don't know what her problems are, but I don't think that makes things right. She sounds like too much trouble even if it's something that serious."

"Maybe I am, but I just can't leave her alone. She really needs someone whether she can admit it or not."

>Sabrina's getting a little frustrated with you.

>"It's not your job to fix her. You're inexperienced and you think you have to stick with her no matter what."

"I know."

>"No you don't. One person sacrificing themselves for the other isn't what a real relationship looks like. She's got to pull her own weight too."

"She's getting better, trust me. She's trying in her own way."

>Sabrina gives you a hard stare as she reads your face.

>Long seconds pass in silence before she sighs.

>"Okay Anon, if you say so. Just keep what I said in mind."

"Thanks Sabrina."

>It's a little difficult to thank her but you're obligated to do so.

>Even though she basically told you that you're completely wrong, she makes a really good point.

>Her face softens a bit and she gives you a sympathetic smile.

>"At least she took you on a nice date. You deserve a little fun."

>She quiets down a bit as she sips on an energy drink.

>She's plenty energetic enough, and she's going to regret the eventual kidney stones one day.

>At least you can mull over your thoughts now.

>It's a bit concerning that Katja's taken this long to do something somewhat romantic.

>Her problems with intimacy run deep and she takes it out on you sexually.

>There's some progress there at least, but she's got other struggles too.

>You're certain she has a problem with alcoholism from what you've seen.

>At best, she's a binge drinker and has been for a long time.

>Your little outing while flying was the first time you've spent time with her fully sober.

>She's great at holding her liquor, but her intake is more than a drink with dinner.

>You've never seen her drink anything like wine or beer, and strong cocktails seem to be her lightest choice if she isn't drinking neat liquor.

>At least it doesn't seem to affect her career at all.

>You have no idea how to approach this with her.

>Even if she's aware of her unhealthy relationship with alcohol, she'd never admit it.

>The worst case scenario is if she ended up angry or offended if you tried to intervene in any way.

>She'd probably just laugh it off, though.

>It's a little too early in your relationship to try and do anything about this though.

>You're not sure if this is going to go anywhere, so you're definitely getting ahead of yourself here.

>Your thoughts are interrupted by the roar of a jet engine.

>Time to get to work.

>Everyone goes through the motions before the time comes to load the plane.

>Strangely enough, it looks like both of the pilots are doing a walk around the plane.

>You recognize the captain but have never been introduced before.

>She gives the team a short greeting and a nod as she passes.

>The first officer happens to be a certain lion that must have spotted you before boarding.

>It's a bit strange to see her seperated from Katja, but it's not like pilots fly with the same flight crew every flight.

>"Morning, girls. Morning, Anon."

>The team seems a bit suspicious of her, especially Sabrina.

>"That was a lot of fun yesterday. Hopefully Katja brings you out again."

>The girls calm down a bit after seeing that you don't have yet another feline after you again.

>Violet lightly pulls you aside.

>"She probably will, knowing her. You've gone further than most others have in a long time."

>It fills you with a bit of confidence but brings up a concern you've had since the beginning.

"I'm not the only one though, am I?"

>"What do you mean?"

>She cocks an eyebrow.

"She's got guys everywhere, right?"

>Violet puts her paw on your shoulder.

>"I think you've got the wrong impression of her. She might be a maneater, but she only keeps one boy around at a time."

>"She thinks it's in poor taste to string along more than one guy at a time. She does scare most of them off pretty fast though."

>That's a bit of a relief to hear.

>"I don't know if you're patient or just a special guy, but you've made a mark on her. Probably both."

>You're feeling a bit bashful from her praise.

"I'm trying my best. I think she's the special one myself."

>She lets out a hearty laugh.

>"She's definitely 'special' alright. I'm rooting for you, so keep at it."

"Where is she, anyways?"

>"Miss her already? She hit her hours. It'll be a bit until she's flying again."

>You're released as she starts to pull away.

>"Anyways, it's time for me to get up in the cockpit. See you later, Anon. Maybe I can set all of us up on a double date."

>She winks before boarding the plane.

>You get back to work and Sabrina decides to question you about your little exchange.

>"What was that about?"

"Just one of Katja's friends. She's a nice lady."

>"If you say so. She probably has to be to put up with the captain."

>The rest of the day proceeds as normal.

>You don't hear from Katja today, but you didn't really expect to.

>The remainder of the week passes without incident as well.

>You get home from work after finishing the last shift of the week.

>As you're eating dinner, you feel the buzz of a notification on your phone.

>"hey"

>Looks like Katja decided to reach out.

>You finish up the last of your food before tapping away at the keyboard.

"What's up?"

>"what do u wantto do??"

>That's a very vague question.

"What do you mean?"

>She sends a little airplane emoji.

>"tmrrow. lets have some fun"

>It looks like she wants to have some actual fun, compared to the "fun" that she's mostly contacted you for.

"I don't know. There's not much to do in state."

>"men can never decide. ill find somthing"

"Thanks, I'll try harder next time"

>You roll your eyes internally but know she doesn't really mean anything by it.

>A few minutes pass before she gets back to you.

>"ky? not too far"

>She's still typing.

>"we can do teh borbon trail"

>That honestly doesn't sound too bad.

"Sounds good."

>"ill pick u up in the morn. send me the address"

>You head to bed looking forward to the trip tomorrow.

>The doorbell wakes you up around nine in the morning.

>Seems like she wants to get an early start to the day.

"Coming!"

>You slip on some pants before greeting her at the door.

>She steps in and looks around your apartment.

>"Damn Anon, you really need to find a better neighborhood. I'm suprised no one tried to mug me on the way up the stairs."

"Unless you're going to take me in, I don't think that's happening anytime soon."

>She remains silent at your comment as you let out a big yawn.

>"Let's get you dressed. We got a long day ahead of us. Bring a change of clothes too."

>It's going to be more than a day trip it seems.

>You nod and dress yourself as you put some extra clothes into a backpack.

>You don't really have anything that could be considered a suitcase.

"Good to go."

>The two of you get into her car as she drives to the same airport as last time.

>The flight is a little longer this time, but it passes in a similar way.

>You're a little less nervous this time, however.

>You land after a bit at another small airport, but this time Katja opts for a rideshare instead of the airport's vehicle.

>It makes sense considering how long you're going to be here.

>"I got us a full day tour. Just the two of us."

>The car drops the two of you off at a hotel, and you check in and drop off your bags.

>Some time passes before she ushers you outside to a black car, and a chauffeur opens the rear door for the two of you.

>You take your seats before Katja pulls you over next to her.

>"Don't be so shy."

>As the car pulls off, she places her hand on your thigh.

>She looks you right in the eyes as she runs her paw up and down the inside of your of your leg.

>Her claws reveal themselves and she drums her fingers against you.

>It doesn't escalate further however, and she hums a little tune as the ride continues.

>Soon you reach your destination and you disembark for your tour.

>The two of you enjoy small samples as you're guided around the distillery.

>Katja remarks that all of them are delicious, but you can't tell the difference between them.

>The tour car picks you up after finishing at the first distillery.

>Of course Katja buys a bottle as a souvenir.

>After a quick lunch, it's off to the rest of the tour.

>You've got quite the buzz going by the time you reach the end of the tour.

>Even she seems to be feeling the alcohol by the time you're dropped back off at the hotel.

>Katja's got a few bottles in tow after your outing, and she puts them in her bag.

>The two of you find your way to the hotel's restaurant.

>You weren't paying too much attention to the tour, but it was nice to see her have a good time.

>The waiter arrives and takes your drink orders.

>She gets herself a stiff drink but you decide to abstain.

>It's a bit worrying, but it is a special occasion.

>By the time you finish your meals, she's put down a few.

>She slings her arm over your shoulder on the way to the room.

>Her finger draws circles on your chest.

>It looks like you're not getting much sleep tonight.

>She lets the two of you in to the room before dragging you to the bed.

>You're sat on the bed as she lays down behind you.

>"C'mere."

>She pulls you down and hugs you from behind.

>Her muzzle finds it's way into the crook of your neck.

>"Did you have fun?"

>Her voice comes out as a breathy whisper directly into your ear.

"Y-yeah."

>The hot breaths tickle your neck.

>"That was nice. I've always wanted to do that."

"Thanks for bringing me with you."

>It couldn't have been cheap to buy tickets for two.

>"It's more fun than doing it alone. I've been looking forward to this all week."

>She ordered the tour a week ago?

>It seems she wants to spend time with you more than you thought.

>The realization warms your heart a bit.

>Her cheek rubs against you as she purrs.

>"Mmmn. A little treat for the both of us."

>She snakes her hands up your shirt and makes her way up to your chest.

>"Do you really like spending time with me?"

>Her honesty is leaking out thanks to the bourbon.

>It seems she's feeling a bit insecure again, so you've got to ease her fears.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have come otherwise."

>"That's good. I do too."

>She grips her paws on your pectorals before digging her claws in, releasing a light growl.

>Your body has gotten pretty used to this treatment by now, but you still release a hiss.

>It's honestly probably more from arousal rather than pain at this point.

>She's conditioned you pretty well.

>Katja starts licking the back of your ear.

>"Our trip isn't over yet, y'know."

>Her fingertips start rubbing and tweaking at your nipples.

>"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes."

>You reply on instinct.

>"Good boy."

>She continues to play with both your chest and your ear.

>Her growling starts to grow a little more intense as she starts nibbling your ear with her sharp teeth.

>Your breath hitches as she gets rougher with you.

>All of the sudden, she sinks her fangs into your ear.

"Ah!"

>The pain is milder than you expected, but still hurts a lot more than the usual treatment.

>She doesn't release you for several seconds, holding you by your impromptu piercings.

>"Oh, sorry. Mommy just got too excited."

>She must be feeling a bit more possessive than usual.

>Her tongue drags along your wounds, tending to them in apology.

>"That's enough of that."

>Just what does she have in store for you next?

>You're flipped onto your back as she stands on her knees on top of you.

>She pulls off her shirt and bra, her breasts bouncing free.

>Grabbing you by the armpits, she lifts you like a child and places you further up on the bed.

>"Pants off. Now."

>She stands up and the both of you remove your bottoms.

>Dropping to all fours, she brings her face up to your crotch before grabbing it with one hand.

>At this point you're painfully erect from all the previous attention.

>Your face burns from arousal.

>She slowly pumps her fist around you to warm you up a bit.

>Repeating this motion until she's satisfied, she stops suddenly and looks you in the eye.

>"Time to get a taste."

>She opens her mouth and her hot breath spills over your cock, making you shiver.

>A dollop of saliva lands directly on the top of it before she sticks out her tongue.

>The underside of her tongue runs around the head, making it slick.

>The alcohol's warmed up her mouth to a searing heat.

>"Hah, heh."

>She releases an open mouthed laugh as she watches you squirm underneath her.

>Her hand reaches between her legs and you see her fingers dancing against her crotch.

>With her tongue still lolling out of her mouth, she then drags the top of her tongue along your length.

"Uuh..."

>The barbs on her rough tongue scrapes your sensitive organ, making you flinch a bit.

>It's a bit too much for you but she pays it no mind.

>After two long, slow licks, she then redoubles her efforts with the silky bottom of her tongue.

>The contrast between the two textures is agonizing.

>She's keeping you teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain.

>It seems it's just a warm up as she then takes part of you into her mouth.

>The points of her teeth threaten to scratch at your dick, but she expertly avoids it.

>Her eyes shine as her movements between her legs speeds up.

>She suckles on it gently, unable to bob her head due to her sandpapery tongue.

>The stimulation is still strong enough to drive you towards orgasm.

>Looking at your face, she pulls her head back as she roughly squeezes the base.

>"Looks like you're close. Just a little bit more. Let mommy finish first."

>Her paw squeezing you pulses a few times.

>Soon she reaches her climax, and she pulls her hand free to grip you with both of her arms around your thighs.

>Her head drops all the way down, her tongue scraping against you pushing to come.

"Oh god!"

>You grip and twist your hands into the bed as you explode into her mouth.

>She drinks it down greedily before releasing you with a pop.

>"Feel better now?"

>She smiles at you before laying down on your chest.

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>Katja's hand reaches up to your head, running through your hair.

>"You're just too cute."

>Having her call you cute still makes you blush at this point.

>It's a little embarassing, but you enjoy her pampering you.

>You don't quite know what to say, so you just relax as she pets you.

>She pulls herself up your body to nuzzle your cheek.

>There's a comfortable silence as you feel her throat vibrating against yours.

>This lasts for a while before you decide to speak.

"Hey."

>She looks up at your face, watching you curiously.

>"Yeah?"

>She's been more honest with her feelings recently, but it looks like you'll have to be as well.

>It may or may not be what she wants to hear.

>Hopefully it'll help break her shell just a little bit.

>You swallow down your hesitation and start to speak.

"I'm, uh, really glad I met you. I don't know where I'd be otherwise."

>"You're just lucky I have a good eye."

"I've noticed. You're almost a little too good at reading me. I mean, just think about the way you approached me."

>She chuckles a bit.

>"If we didn't have an audience then, I would've gone on the attack even harder."

>That's not too suprising, but you're getting sidetracked.

"You know, I used to be pretty lonely before, and I don't want to be again."

>You pray that she'll say the same.

>Katja's mouth opens before she turns away, holding her tongue.

>Composing herself, she spins her head back at you.

>"Just enjoy it while you can."

>She probably means that more for herself than you.

>The pain on her face is palpable, no matter how much she tries to hide it.

"Katja..."

>"Let's get that shirt off of you so we can sleep."

>She rolls off of you as you peel off the rest of your clothes.

>Throwing it aside, you return to your supine position.

>You turn your head towards her as she flips her body away from you.

>She starts snoring in a matter of minutes.

>It doesn't seem like she's faking it, she must be pretty tired.

>You throw your arms behind your head and try to sleep as well.

>You're a bit restless, but you manage to pass out in an hour or so.

>Your sleep is just as restless, nightmares tormenting you.

>Katja is spitting venomous words at you once again.

>"I don't need you anymore! Just get out of here!"

>Tears run down her face as she angrily gestures towards the door of her penthouse.

>She gets behind you and grips you by the shoulders as she pushes you entirely too hard.

>"Go, go. Just get out of my life..."

>There's a pain in your chest as your breath stops.

>Her hands then slam against your back and you fly towards the ground.

>In slow motion, you see her eyes grow wide and her jaw drop as her arms recoil backwards in shock.

>You flinch and turn your face away from the tile floor.

>The second before the side of your head hits the ground, you awake with a start.

>As you slowly regain your bearings, you hear the shower running.

>That was just too cruel of a dream.

>No matter what happened, you're sure Katja would never hurt you like that.

>The most surreal thing was seeing her cry for the first time, even if it was just a dream.

>Your subconcious was just attacking you with a horrid metaphor.

>As you catch your breath you realize the water has cut off, the sound replaced by a whooshing blow dryer.

>After a few minutes, Katja exits the bathroom, rubbing a towel against her head.

>Her coat has puffed up from the hot air, a sight that'd normally get a laugh out of you.

>"Finally awake? I couldn't wake you up for the life of me."

>She gives you a look of concern.

>"You were tossing and turning like crazy. I couldn't calm you down at all."

>Seeing her worried about you puts you a bit at ease.

"I'm fine now. Just a rough night."

>She looks a bit guilty.

>"How about some breakfast then? After you get a shower, that is. You're covered in sweat."

"That sounds good."

>After a quick shower, you get dressed.

>"Ready to go? I'll get us checked out after breakfast."

>The two of you grab your bags and make your way downstairs.

>You're treated to a fine breakfast in a luxury cafe on the ground floor.

>Soon you're checked out of the hotel and Katja orders another ride back to the airport.

>You're back in her little Cessna again as she departs.

>She takes control of the flight the whole way back, just letting you enjoy the scenery.

>Today the sky is filled with fluffy clouds.

>"Now this is a nice view."

>It really is nice, nothing like you'd see in an airliner at 30,000 feet.

>She points out different kinds of clouds.

>"See that big pillar-shaped one ahead? That's my favorite kind. That's a cumulus congestus."

>The plane rolls as she curves around the cloud.

>"Don't want to fly through them though, unless you like some serious turbulence. They can turn into nasty cumulonimbus clouds too. Thunderstorms and such."

>She smiles to herself for a bit before remembering that you're there.

>"Pretty nice, huh?"

"It's beautiful. Thanks for showing me."

>You don't just mean the view.

>Seeing Katja expose her soft side with no shame fills you with hope.

>This might be more enjoyable than the rest of the trip.

>"I knew you'd like it."

>The rest of the trip is silent as you look out the window.

>She's slowly weaving around cloud formations to give you the best view.

>The detours make your trip take a little longer, but the scenic route is worth it.

>The two of you touch down and unload your luggage.

>You enter her car, no longer troubled by your nightmare.

>The Katja you've seen today is nothing like the twisted one you saw.

>She starts the car before switching out the CDs in the console.

>It figures that Spotify would be beyond her.

>She puts on some mom-rock to drown out the silence in the car.

>It's not like it would be too awkward without it for you, personally.

>But she's the type that would force a conversation rather than just enjoying each other's company.

>The two of you are rolling along the highway before she pipes up.

>"I think it's time to get you home. I've got a long flight to prepare for tomorrow, so I'd be no fun anyways."

"That sounds fine. Although I'd love to see how a captain relaxes."

>She gets a cheeky smile on her face as she turns to you.

>"What do you think I've been doing? A boy on my arm and some fine drinks are all I need to take the edge off."

>It's a typical answer, although you think your relationship has probably been more of a headache for her than anything.

>"All this coffee and sitting around in a chair all day doesn't do me any wonders."

>She's got to be a bundle of knotted muscles at this point.

"Well, I'm around for de-stressing anytime you need me."

>"I know."

>She smiles to herself, satisfied.

>The car arrives at your apartment, and she pops open the trunk so you can grab your bag.

>She rolls down the driver's side window to say goodbye.

>"I'll call you later, babe."

>You give a quick wave as you make your way upstairs.

>Katja waits for you until you get the door locked behind you.

>It seems she's more worried about this neighborhood than you are.

>Somehow you've managed not to be dragged into someone's room yet.

>You watch her pull off before you throw your backpack in a corner and make yourself a late lunch.

>As you shove some salami slices in your mouth, you wonder what her real intentions are.

>She obviously wants intimacy but won't stop pushing you away when you try to get close to her.

>You want to get her to trust you, but would you be able to say that you won't betray her expectations?

>If she can't open up, can you really stay with her?

>Patience only goes so far before you have to give up on her.

>But for now, all you can do is wait.

>You wash down your lazy meal with some soda before taking a seat in your living room.

>It's probably best to stop worrying about it at this point.

>There's not a lot you can do yourself but be persistent.

>Maybe you can give her a call or something tomorrow.

>It'd probably be good to take a little iniative yourself.

>For all you know it might be another week before she decides to contact you at all.

>You spend the rest of the day lazing around, only leaving your house to grab some fast food.

>The next day, you make it through the workday without too much harassment from Sabrina.

>She's not too happy that you're still spending time with Katja, but she seems to be resigned to the fact that you're not going to stop anytime soon.

>A few days into the week, you end up working on the plane she's flying.

>She greets you with a light hip check.

>Her height makes it connect more with your side rather than your rear.

>You manage not to lose your balance even though it was just a tap for her.

>The team doesn't pay her much mind, excluding Sabrina, but she manages to keep her fur from bristling.

>"I'm going to be out of town for the week. See you soon, hot stuff."

>she says with a wink.

>It seems Katja doesn't have much time to talk.

>At least she plans to see you later.

>"Just what do you see in her?"

>Sabrina asks you rhetorically.

>Hopefully she can warm up to her sometime.

>It's not like she has the wrong impression of her, but more that she just doesn't understand her.

>You'd have to get your relationship with her stable first, though.

>True to her word, you get a text from her later in the night.

>You lean back on your bed as you open your messages.

>"sumthing to look forward too"

>Attached is a picture of her ass, her birthmark in full view.

>Looks like she's comfortable enough with you to show it off now.

"Thanks, <3 you too."

>You made sure to make the emoji black just to mess with her.

>"its going on ur face next tiem for that"

>That's not much of a threat.

>"mak sure yur free this weeknd"

>You reply that you will before you two resume chatting.

>There's not much of note said, but it's nice to have a casual conversation with her.

>As the days pass, she's been keeping in contact with you at least every other night.

>The weekend finally rolls around and you two go on another little date.

>You've gotten pretty used to getting flown around everywhere in her little plane.

>It's pretty relaxing by now, the light rolling and buzzing almost lulling you to sleep at points.

>This time you go on a pub crawl on a pier.

>It's the first time you've seen her drink beer, but she seems to savor it just the same.

>Many more dates follow in the next few months, including one to an Air Force museum, which kept her giddy the whole day.

>She even joins you at the Chili's again with Sabrina one day.

>Apparently the animosity was one-sided, as Katja got a kick out of her standing up for you that one day.

>She cooled down a bit after your near weekly dates, seeing the progress she's made.

>This weekend is a bit different, however.

>Katja gives you a call on Friday.

>"God, that was a long one. I need a night in today."

"Am I still invited?"

>"Well, we're not doing anything fun tonight, if that's what you're asking. But feel free anyways."

>You've got the perfect thing for her right now.

"I'll be over in a bit, I've got to pick something up first."

>A quick stop at your local grocery store and you've got what you need.

>You manage to afford some middle-shelf rum for her too.

>Maybe you can mix something for her with her ingredients?

>You wrap your gifts in a cheap beach towel and run to your car.

>Don't want to keep her waiting too long.

>You hop into your car as it's already starting to get a bit late.

>You arrive a little after nine by the time she buzzes you in.

>"Come in, come in."

>She doesn't even turn around as she lazes around on her couch.

>Thankfully she doesn't have a drink already poured for herself, and it doesn't seem she finished one already.

"Want me to mix you a drink?"

>"That sounds great."

>Pulling out your phone, you realize that you have no idea what kind of cocktail to make.

>You're no bartender, so you haven't memorized any rum drinks.

>At least you made the right decision to buy a light one.

>Mixing some juices in a shaker, you pour a rum punch over ice.

>You hand her the drink as she sits up.

>She takes a sip.

>"Well, you tried. Don't quit your day job."

>Contrary to her statement, she still keeps drinking it.

>She gives you a side-eye as you lay the towel down.

>"What's that you got there?"

"I was thinking that you must be pretty tired, so I got some massage oil."

>She starts to pull of her clothes.

>"I've trained you better than I thought. I guess I'm just that irresistable."

>Setting her head in her crossed arms, she lays on her stomach.

>"Start with the back."

>You lather your hands with some oil, the warmth of your hands releasing the aroma.

>"Coconut?"

"I wanted to go with a tropical theme..."

>you say, now a little embarassed.

>"Fun choice. I was just in MIA. The airport leaves a lot to be desired, but I like the city."

>Luckily she decided not to make fun of you for your tacky choice.

"Yeah, I remembered you mentioning that earlier."

>you say, starting to straddle her back.

>Running your hands up her back, you see her fur start to bristle.

>"Woah, go with my coat, not against it. Feels kind of weird."

>You bring your hands up to her neck and start digging your thumbs into it.

>"Ahh, that's better. I'll make a masseuse out of you yet."

>Her muscles really are tense.

>After loosening her neck up, you move to her shoulders.

>Rolling the flesh of her shoulders, she releases some contented moans through her closed mouth.

>You start to trail your hands down to her shoulderblades and you can feel the hardness of her muscles.

>She's deceptively strong underneath her clothes.

>The oil starts to dry on your hands so you apply another splash to your hands.

>As you look down, you notice the sides of her chest spill out underneath her from the weight.

>It's a bit stimulating but you try your best to hold back your excitement.

>"You're doing good. Are you sure this is your first time?"

>she teases.

>Your fingertips graze her breasts as you make your way downwards.

>She doesn't pay it much mind, but you have to hold your breath to calm down.

>Moving a bit more quickly, you squeeze around her spine.

>Your hands hook around her waist before you reach her rear.

>"My butt's sore. Really get your hands in there."

>You cup each cheek, sliding your thumbs into her crack.

>The globes of flesh are firm as you lightly part them with your fingers.

>"Easy there, I didn't ask for a happy ending."

>You hover your lower body above her so that she won't notice your hardness.

>You massage her ass until she's satisfied.

>You aren't, but you'd be here for hours just worshipping her.

>Her thighs are thicker than they look, the light layer of fat hiding muscles as thick as tree trunks.

>She sighs as you massage them.

>Feeling your hands sink into them is an experience you definitely want to repeat.

>Sadly, you have to make your way down to her calves as soon as you knead her thighs into putty.

>You finally reach her paws and you get to see her pink pawpads as you push your thumbs into each one.

>You sink your thumbs into the middle of them, the thicker fur tickling them.

>It's really satisfying to poke at her soft pawpads, but eventually you finish.

>"Good job. We'll do the front next."

>You gulp as she'll be looking right at your now.

>She flips over, now eyeing your erection.

>"You might be enjoying this more than me. You're not done yet, though."

>Starting with her breasts, you oil them up and lightly grip them as you run your fingers through her fur.

>Her pink nipples stiffen up a bit, but she still keeps her composure.

>"Having fun there? You can't just massage them all day, you know."

>You reluctantly work your way to her stomach, feeling her abs flex against you.

>You don't spend much time on them as you start kneading the front of her thighs, spending a few minutes until she stops you.

>"That's good. Mix me up another drink, will you? Just try pineapple juice this time."

>After washing your hands in the kitchen sink, you make her drink a little stronger this time.

>"Better than the first one. Thanks."

>She takes a long drink, seemingly satisfied.

"Anytime."

>You take a seat next to her.

>"Good job. I could do this every day."

>It's time for you to be brave.

"Well..."

>you start.

>Is it too soon?

>It's only been a couple of months.

"I-I could do something like this every day. If I was here, that is."

>You're sweating as you continue.

"My lease ends pretty soon."

>"Hmmm."

>She's quiet for excruciating seconds as you await her answer.

>Putting her arms behind her head, she finally responds.

>"It is kind of a pain having to travel back and forth. That neighborhood's no good for you either. I guess I can keep you around for now."

>It's not exactly the way you wanted it worded, but you're happy nonetheless.

>Looks like you'll have to start packing soon.

Chapter 17

Notes:

Sorry for the delay, I got the flu.

Chapter Text

>"You're moving in!?"

>Sabrina asks incredulously.

>You do agree a bit, it is kind of soon.

>"It's barely been half a year. I waited four years for Dave to graduate college."

"That's a bit different though."

>You and Sabrina are at a bar outside the airport in a rare occurence.

>"I'm suprised she asked you to move in that soon, with the way you talk about her."

"It actually was me that asked."

>"Wow, I never would have thought you had it in you. You really might snag her at this rate."

>That's a bit optimistic, but the idea has crossed your mind.

>"So that's why you treated me to drinks this time. It's to celebrate a new milestone. I feel I should be the one buying!"

>You have to break the bad news to her.

"The thing is..."

>You take a gulp of beer.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

>She gets a suspicious look on her face.

>"Yeah?"

"You're pretty strong and stuff. I need help moving."

>It's the worst part of a friendship.

>All you can offer is the obligatory six-pack.

>"Ugh. You know I can't say no. At least you buttered me up a bit."

"It's mostly some boxes. Furnished apartment and all. I know you two have a pretty big SUV."

>Sabrina sighs a bit.

>"I'll help you on our next day off. You owe me gas money, too."

>You assure her that you can do that.

>When you get back home, you start putting your few possessions into cardboard boxes.

>It's mostly clothes, and a few boxes of books and DVDs.

>You could never afford most electronics, even though you did like the occasional video game every once in a while.

>Everything is packed over the next few days as you wait for the move.

>She shows up once the weekend rolls around.

>"Let's get this over with."

>You manage to fit everything in the two vehicles.

>Avoiding a second or third trip is a big relief.

>You would have gotten Katja to help, but her sedan isn't very big either.

>She also has a flight, so she's out of town.

>Sabrina and you arrive at her penthouse and get everything into the elevator in just a few trips.

>Having a key for the condo makes you smile.

>It signifies new progress in your relationship.

>You never really told her that you were moving in today, hopefully she'll find it to be a nice suprise.

>Sabrina looks around the room, releasing a whistle.

>"Wow, now this is a nice place. I can see why you moved in now."

>She's poking fun at you.

"You know that's not why I moved in. Help me get everything unpacked."

>She obliges, stacking books into a bookshelf while you hang up your clothes.

>You flatten all the cardboard boxes after finishing.

"Thanks for the help. Beer?"

>You bought her favorite stuff, some craft IPA that's so bitter that you have to keep yourself from puckering up your face.

>It's interesting that she likes it so much.

>It must be a feline thing considering the cat on the bottle.

>Passing one to her, you beckon her to sit down on the couch with you.

>"Ooh, the good stuff. Thanks Anon."

>You sit down, sipping on something a little more palatable.

>"Looks like you're going to be a house husband now. I can't say I'm too jealous of Katja. I've never seen you cook a thing in your life."

>"Your mac n' cheese that you brought to the last barbeque was boxed."

>She's really getting a kick out of teasing you today.

"Our job just keeps me a little too busy to cook anything but bachelorette food. Dad never really was a good cook either. All he'd cook was frozen salisbury steaks and such."

>"I'll get Dave to give you some pointers the next time you're around. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

>Katja is the traditional type, but hopefully she doesn't expect too much of you.

>She's probably been living on take-out her whole adult life.

>"Your apartment was as tidy as it could be though. At least you're useful for something."

"It's easy to keep it clean when you live in what's essentially a walk-in closet."

>"Seriously though, don't let her push you around too much. My husband is busy enough with his job so we end up splitting the chores."

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

>She finishes her drink and gets up.

>"Speaking of that, I think I'll get going. There's a pay-per-view fight on later."

>You thank her for her help today and pass her the rest of the beers.

>Now alone in the house, you decide to look around her kitchen.

>It's pretty much bare excluding the bar.

>There's pretty much only condiments and a simple rack of spices.

>Katja would probably appreciate a home cooked meal for once.

>Luckily you know when she'll be back, just in time for dinner.

>You pull up a recipe on your phone before heading out to a grocery store.

>Spaghetti and meatballs, a classic.

>You've only used jarred sauce before.

>You grab some cans of tomatoes and ground beef along with the other ingredients.

>When you arrive home, you start making some sauce.

>Apparently letting it simmer for a long time makes it taste better.

>After the meatballs are shaped, you place them on a cookie sheet and stick them in the fridge.

>There's not too much to do until she arrives, so you entertain yourself with her TV while the sauce cooks.

>You check on it every 30 minutes or so, and you suprise yourself with it's taste.

>It's fine dining, but it looks like you might have a knack for cooking when you actually try.

>After a few hours, you see that Katja will return to her home.

>You internally correct yourself, realizing it's your home now too.

>The front door cracks open just as you plate up the food.

>She steps in with a sigh, taking her cap off.

"Welcome back."

>She's mildly suprised to see you.

>"What the-"

>"I got dinner ready for us. It's my first time making this, but I think it turned out pretty good."

>She smiles a bit.

>"You got sauce on you. I think you'd look better in an apron too."

>She starts removing her jacket before telling you she'll be back after changing.

>You set the plates down on the coffee table in the living room.

>"Smells good, but I'll make us our drinks. You still have a lot to learn when it comes to a cocktail."

>She mixes a very red drink for the two of you.

>"Gin, vermouth, and Campari. It's a Negroni, perfect for Italian food."

"Thanks. Maybe next time I can try mixing it."

>The two of you start eating your food.

>Partway in, you get a mischievous idea in your head.

>You stab your fork into a meatball before putting it in front of her face.

>She's confused for a minute before she realizes that you're feeding it to her.

>She swallows it and chuckles lightly.

>"What's next, sharing the same strand of spaghetti?"

>She takes a drink.

>"You're cute, but I think I can feed myself."

>Looks like you succeeded in flustering her a bit.

>The rest of the meal is peppered with small talk, asking her how her day went.

>After finishing, you gather the dishes and take a seat next to her again.

>She finishes her drink but leaves the glass empty.

>"Come here."

>She lays you down on your back, your head in her lap.

>It seems like it's taking less and less alcohol for her to show her affection.

>The two of you just lay there for a bit as she pets your head.

>"So I guess you're spending the night?"

>Looks like she hasn't noticed the new additions to the house yet.

"You could say that. I already moved my stuff in."

>She stops running her hand through your hair.

>"That was fast. Couldn't wait to see me. I guess this is what I get for giving you a key."

>A puff of air exits her nose, but her expression betrays her words.

>"Where is your stuff, anyways?"

"It's already unpacked. I didn't have a lot to bring over."

>She looks around the room, finally noticing the scant few additions.

>"I'll say. I guess I have to go get you a parking pass now."

>She's resumed her movements, humming a tune.

>A bit of time passes before she retires for the night.

>It must have been a long day for her.

>You're not too tired, so you get the dishes cleaned up before joining her.

>You don't want to leave her in bed alone too long.

>She's not quite asleep when you lay down on the bed, but she's definitely relaxed.

>She pulls you closer against her body.

>Of course she ends up being the big spoon.

>Her soft fur is calming when she hooks her chin over your head.

>Light breaths tickle at your hair as you start to drift off as well.

>You awake before her the next day.

>She stirs a bit as you pull away from her.

>Hopefully she'll be awake soon, as you're getting hungry.

>You make some coffee, planning to make breakfast for both of you.

>You feel like you're the one who's spoiling her this time.

>From her reaction last night, it looks like she's not expecting too much from you.

>She exits the bedroom with a yawn as you enjoy the coffee while watching the morning news.

>Wordlessly, she pours herself a mug too before sitting next to you.

"You want some breakfast?"

>"Sounds nice. Are we eating out, or..."

>She sounds pretty hopeful that you'll cook for her again.

"I hope you're okay with scrambled eggs."

>Luckily you picked up the bare necessities for a normal breakfast.

>She gets behind you while you're frying up everything.

>"Mmmmn. We really have to get you that apron."

>she says while stroking your lower back.

>It sounds like she has a mild fetish.

"Maybe we can grab one next time we're out."

>The next few months pass in much of the same manner.

>Some time in, Katja convinced you to quit your job to live in her place full-time.

>Even with that, she doesn't really ask anything of you.

>It seems she just appreciates having you around whenever she gets back.

>You do take your time to cook for her just to show your appreciation.

>Work did keep you from her days off pretty frequently.

>It's not like you loved your job, so it wasn't too hard to leave.

>Sabrina was your only close friend, but you manage to see her pretty frequently.

>She was sad to see you go, but everyone managed to chip in for a party at lunch.

>Of course there was a seeing off after your shift at the bar.

>A few weeks later, you get a call from your parents.

>It's been a while since you called them.

>"Anon, it's dad. You need to call more often. I worry about you."

>Hopefully he skips the lecture.

"Sorry dad, I've been busy."

>It's not entirely the truth, but things like this slip your mind sometimes.

>"Was it your job? You work yourself a little too hard for a boy."

>You'd feel guilty if you dodged the question.

"I actually quit my job."

>"What are you doing for work now?"

>This is going to be a little difficult to tell your overprotective parents.

"I uh..."

>Your dad remains silent waiting for you to answer.

"It's not so much a job."

>That set off some alarm bells for him.

>"You're not involved in anything bad, are you? I knew things downtown would be too dangerous for you."

"No, no, it's nothing like that. I just found a lady that I moved in with."

>He's still a bit suspicious.

>"Anon..."

"She's really nice, I swear."

>"Why didn't you tell us that you were dating someone? For how long now?"

>Now's your turn to feel guilty.

"Maybe nine or so months..."

>You can feel his shock even without seeing him.

>You still don't want to bring it up beause you're not really sure what your relationship with Katja is.

>Anytime you've ever brought up what your relationship is, or what the future holds, she brushes it off.

>She gets a little more aggressive in your sexual encounters for a bit afterwards too.

>She always was rough with you, but it's a bit more intense when you bring it up.

>It's not too much or anything out of line, but you can tell she's releasing her frustration.

>Your father calls out to your mom.

>Here we go.

>"Honey! Anon's got a girlfriend!"

>You can hear her approaching.

>"Put him on speakerphone."

>It's muffled through the phone but you can hear her clearly.

>Your dad is bad enough, but your mom is the one who's really protective.

>You are the only son she has.

>"What's this I hear about you having a girlfriend? Tell us about her."

"So I met this girl at work. She's one of the pilots."

>Your dad whistles.

>"How'd you manage that, son?"

>"I don't care what she does, she better be treating you right."

>It's kind of hard to say she's treating you like a good partner, but you definitely aren't wanting for anything.

"We're fine."

>Your father chimes in.

>"So when are we going to meet her? You should bring her over soon."

>Now that's going to be a difficult order.

"She's really busy with flying and all that. I'll let you know."

>"Bring her over for dinner next week! I'm sure you can make something work."

>They will not take no for an answer.

"Sure thing. I'll talk to her about it..."

>You trail off a bit.

"Well, I'll let you guys know. Got to go. Love you guys!"

>You cut the conversation short.

>"We love you too, bye."

>Your dad forgets to hang up and your hear your mom grumbling.

>"She's taking advantage of Anon just because she's rich."

>You don't want to hear any more so you hang up the phone.

>"Who was that?"

>Katja didn't seem to be paying too much attention to your conversation, just enjoying some music.

>She's sipping away at a drink and smoking a cigar.

"My parents. They want to meet you."

>She maintains a neutral expression.

>"What for?"

"I told them I was living with you. They want to see us next week."

>Katja releases a drawn out sigh.

>"Just go without me then. Tell them I'm busy."

"They want to see you, like I said. I told them you'd come."

>She's getting a little more frustrated.

>"Why'd you have to drag me into this?"

"You know how parents are. It's not like I could tell them I'm being kept as your pet."

>She looks a little hurt by that.

>"I guess I have no choice but to play along then. Don't expect too much out of me."

>You've been able to see through her words for a while now.

>You're just glad it wasn't an outright rejection.

"So next Friday then?"

>She flips through a little pocket scheduler and crosses something out.

>"Yeah, got it."

>She then resumes her smoking and drinking.

>Sipping at her liquor, she makes a face like it soured.

>She acts a little more distant the rest of the week.

>The day finally comes however, and she dresses up a little.

>It's just a simple button-up with some slacks.

>You can count the number of dresses that she owns on one hand.

"Thanks, Katja."

>It's thanks for both the change of clothing and for her putting out the effort to accompany you.

>"Let's get this over with."

>You see her uncharacteristically nervous as you ride along to the suburbs.

>It takes a good hour or so to cross the city.

>You let your parents know that you're arriving soon just before you pull into your childhood neighborhood.

>Normally you'd feel relieved to arrive home, but the mood is already tense by the time you park in the driveway.

>Your father is the first one to answer the door.

>"Anon! C'mere."

>He pulls you into a hug.

>Your mother makes her way around a corner to meet the two of you.

>She's an aging black cat.

>She tousles your hair roughly.

>Katja takes notice and does a double take towards you.

>She's never going to let you live this down.

>You introduce her to your parents.

>Your mother is the first to bring it up.

>"Oh. You're dating a cat, I see. Like father like son, I suppose."

>You make your way inside with Katja behind you.

>Your mom slips behind you to put her paw on Katja's shoulder as she slings her arm over her.

>The tension is palpable.

>Your dad beckons everyone to the kitchen where he's got dinner cooking.

>It looks like he went all out, buying a rotisserie chicken that he's heating up.

>There's a pot full of scalloped potatoes and some steamed broccoli.

>Your mother leads Katja into the living room while everything cooks and you follow.

>She's never been much of a drinker, but hopefully the addition of liquor will grease the encounter.

>"So, Katja is it? Have you been well with Anon? He hasn't told us much about you."

>She swirls her drink as Katja formulates an answer.

>You could really use a drink with the headache you're developing.

>Hopefully you can convine your dad to share his Minn's Hard Lemonade.

>It's too sweet for you, but he always liked the fruity drinks.

"I'm going to grab a drink as well."

>Katja should be fine without you.

>When you return, you hear the two of them making small talk, mostly about her line of work.

>A bit of time passes as you sip on your drink, broken by your father calling the group to dinner.

>Everyone takes their seat at the table, steaming food arranged on plates set before you.

>The meal starts mostly silent besides you and Katja thanking your father for the meal.

>Your dad asks the pressing question.

>"So, how'd you two meet?"

>It's definitely time to omit a lot of details.

"She saw me on the ramp while walking around the plane. We ended up drinking together that night. She even bribed Sabrina to get us alone."

>Luckily you've talked a lot about your friend so they have a good opinion of her.

>She's usually a pretty good judge of character even if she doubts herself.

>"Aww, that's adorable. It sounds like something your mother would do."

>You father's been won over at least a little bit.

>Your mom's a harder nut to crack though.

>"Isn't he a bit young for you? I probably only have a 15 or 20 years on you."

>Humans can't tell anthros' age too well, but it's way different if they're the same species.

>She's really going on the offensive.

>"What can I say, he's just too charming. I don't know how anyone could resist."

>"So you just think he's handsome. I already knew he is, so tell me what you really like about him."

>Katja's on the chopping block now, so she take's a heavy gulp on her drink.

>"He's really kind. He loves to cook for me even though I never ask him to, just to make me happy. He's gotten a lot better on his own."

>It is the truth, but may not be what your parents would like to hear.

>"More than that, he's patient and understanding. I've never met someone like that before. I never even thought anyone could be such a good man."

>You didn't expect that unrestrained praise from her, so it really feels special for her to actually say it.

>"You have a lot of reasons to be proud of him."

>And there's the sinker.

>Your mother's thinking hard for a minute, but seems satisfied.

>"You're lucky a guy like him fell in love with you."

>Katja gets a bit quieter.

>"Yeah, I am."

>The rest of dinner is mostly your father asking about her career since he missed that conversation cooking.

>He seemed relieved and satisified that you'd be well taken care of in any situation.

>Dinner ends and everyone retires to the living room to relax after your father puts everyones' dishes in the washer.

>Katja's made a good impression at this point with your mother.

>She's gotten into her history in the military which your mom appreciates.

>Her older sister that she looked up to joined the service as well, so she might see a bit of her in Katja.

>Your father decides to chime in with his usual intrusive questions.

>"So, are you dating him for marriage?"

>You slide your hand into Katja's, locking fingers with her.

"I think we'd have to wait a bit for that, but I would be happy to."

>Katja takes another drink.

>"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be premature. He deserves the best."

>Your dad takes this really optimistically.

>"Oh, you two are too cute! When can we expect grandchildren?"

>Katja stiffens up.

>You squeeze her hand, running your thumb against her fur to calm her a bit.

>"We-we would try our best if we got married."

>You're the only one who sees the pain on her face as she grips your hand until it turns white.

>You pull out your phone and thankfully see that it's almost eleven o' clock.

"Oh! It's gotten a bit late. We wouldn't want to keep you guys up. I think we'll head home for now. We've got a long drive, after all."

>Your father seems a bit sad to see you go, but doesn't seem to question your departure in any sort of way.

>"Can you drive? I've had a bit too much."

>You figured that'd be the case.

>As you reverse the car out of the driveway, you see your parents waving as you leave.

"That went well. I really had a good time."

>"That wasn't bad at all. You have a nice family."

>She's pretty exhausted after all of this.

"Thanks for this, for real. You didn't have to come out for this, but I'm glad you did."

>She just nods.

>Seeing your opportunity, you decide to push it a bit further.

>"Katja, just what are we?"

>She's cornered in the car with no escape.

Chapter 18

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

>"I dunno," Katja responds noncommittally.

>She's trying to dodge the question, as usual.

>But you refuse to let her any longer.

"What do you want it to be?" you ask.

>She says nothing as she presses her cheek against the window, before she gathers her thoughts.

>"I want to be happy," is all she states. "And I want you to be, too. I don't think we can have both."

>That's just a heartbreaking thing to say, because you know that she truly believes it with all of her heart.

"Katja, that isn't true," you try to convince her.

>She closes her eyes and sighs.

>"I've had too much to drink. I'm going to get some sleep," she declares.

>As emotionally exhausted as she may be, you're not getting a single thing out of her anymore.

>She either tries to sleep or pretends to for the rest of the drive.

>It's actually late when you get back, even for a night owl like Katja.

>You need some sleep as well.

"Katja, are you coming to bed?" you ask.

>"That nap refreshed me a bit," she lies. "I'll be over after a nightcap."

>You have a feeling her drinking is going to be a bit worse over the next few days.

>When you wake up the next day, it seems she managed to sneak into bed without waking you.

>You hope she didn't put down too many, but it's not like you'd be able to tell.

>She's chipper when she wakes up, pretending that your conversation last night never even happened.

>It's not like you're going anywhere, so you'll give her a little time to digest it.

>Around lunch, you get an invitation, one you're very familiar with.

>It's Sabrina, with yet another barbecue this weekend.

>You realize that it's been months since you accepted, being a homebody and housekeeper, spending most of your time with Katja.

>Also concerning her is the fact that she's never tagged along, as well.

>Sabrina and her have never actually spent any time together besides a bribe and a rough little spat.

>You'd like for them to get along, and neither of them are the type to hold grudges, so it should be no problem at all.

"Hey Katja, Sabrina's got a barbecue this weekend. We should go together," you tell her.

>She thinks it over very briefly.

>"That's the cheetah that's your friend, right? Alright, sounds fun," she replies, to your relief.

>You're pretty excited now.

>The bad taste left in your mouth from last night has mostly faded from your anticipation.

>Other than the quality time you'll get to spend with everyone, you're hyped to impress them with your newfound cooking skills.

>The day before, you make some side dishes.

>Creamy coleslaw, still nicely tart, but with some horseradish for a little kick.

>You whip together a simple fruit salad, and make some deviled eggs as well.

>Japanese mayonnaise for some extra sweetness, and extra mustard to make it a bit more tart.

>The secret ingredient is bacon bits in the yolk filling to even it out.

>You thought you were perfectly prepared, but a text from Sabrina informs you otherwise.

>"Bring your swimsuits!!! We bought a pool!"

>Unless she bought it and had it built in a day, there's no excuse.

"Hey Katja, apparently it's a pool party now. I need to buy some swimming trunks," you inform her.

>You'd just wear a pair of basketball shorts if you were still a teen with all your male friends, but this is different.

>"I could use something new, too," she agrees.

>With that said, the two of you go to the same department store from your first "date" all those months ago.

>The same employee seems to be working there, and he's avoiding eye contact.

>That's honestly a relief, you'd be pretty embarrassed if he put on the customer service façade and acted all friendly.

>"Try these on, Anon!" Katja urges.

>It's a pair of speedos.

"Katja, come on..." you reply.

>She pushes them into your arms, and you have to oblige.

>She doesn't barge in to assault you, but stripping down does bring back some memories.

>They're uncomfortably small, and you're rocking a chub, so you beckon her over.

>"Hmm, not bad. I think I could go with this," she hums.

"I'm not wearing this," you tell her.

>"What about the other one?" she asks.

>For some reason, there's an honest to god mankini à la Borat in this department store.

>You refuse to try it on.

>She allows you to get a normal pair of swimming trunks, with the caveat that she gets to pick the design.

>The backdrop is tacky flames, but there's a cute pattern overlaid on top of it.

>It's kitty cat skulls with sharp teeth and pointed ears.

>Who makes these things?

>You wonder if the child who made this in some Pakistani factory thinks this is what American culture is.

>Now that you've gotten your "stylish" clothes for the party, it seems it's Katja's turn now.

>Everything she picks out is one-pieces, surprisingly.

>She's not shy about her body, so it's strange to say the least.

>She tries on a few of them and gives you a spin, all of them looking great.

>All while she's doing this, you pick out a few racy bikinis for a bit of revenge.

>She has no problem trying them on, no matter how much of her flesh spills out.

>"Hmm. Looks like I've gained some weight. Good thing it goes to all the right places," she notes.

>It's no lie.

>Now that she mentions it, there's been a barely appreciable increase in softness to her thighs, tits, and backside.

>All of them are still beautiful and unmarred by cellulite.

>Now you're excited to see the rest of her.

"C'mon, let me see the rest. I want to see it from the back," you ask.

>She places her hands at the small of her back in a lazy parade rest, and does a reluctant spin.

>Now you know why she doesn't want to wear a two-piece.

>Her hands try, and fail to cover the heart-shaped birthmark in her fur.

"Katja, it looks good on you. No one will say a thing, I promise," you assure her.

>You hastily punch out a text to Sabrina letting her know not to say a SINGLE thing about it.

>Katja grumbles something unintelligible.

"Please?" you beg. "All the other girls will look like chumps in comparison."

>"I guess you're right. I'll get this one," she says.

>Inflating her ego always works.

>It really does look great on her.

>The pink isn't her usual color, but it matches with her nose and cute paw pads.

>It's not too revealing, securely wrapping around her with just the slightest amount of underboob visible.

>The faux bow tie in the front is a cute touch, too.

>The bottoms are a separate matter.

>Her ass practically devours them, and instead of the regular tie that goes over the top of her tail, it's a low cut.

>As great as it looks, it's going to be distracting.

>Popping a stiffy in front of Dave and Sabrina sounds mortifying.

>It's too late to change your mind now, so the both of you check out.

>The next day, you pack up all your vittles along with some swimming supplies.

>For some reason, Katja is insistent on wearing the swimwear the whole drive to Sabrina's place.

>Every little bump in the road causes a little tantalizing jiggle, and she gives you a smug side eye even though you try to ignore it.

>Sabrina and Dave's house isn't too far, and you manage to park on the street a little further than you would have liked.

>It seems this is one of the bigger parties that she decided to throw.

>The both of you grab your things, and it's an absolute mess of cheetahs and other felines.

>It's mostly family, but you spot some other girls from the ramp and some neighbors.

>You get along with Sabrina's family well, but then you spot THEM.

>It's your nemeses, the twins.

>"Are those the ones?" Katja whispers to you.

>You nod your head, and Katja pulls you into her side, almost enough to make you trip.

>As the two of you walk up to greet Sabrina and her husband, you can see the both of them absolutely seething, grinding their teeth in synchronized timing that only twins can manage.

>"Sabrina, thanks for inviting us over. Anon's been talking up this barbecue, so I'm looking forward to it," Katja says.

>"Of course I had to invite our little Anon's beau! I think you'll have fun here today," she chirps back.

>You inform them that you're going to go say hi to Dave, and other than a quip about "men," they continue their good natured chat.

>Dave is grill-tending as usual, although he's manning both a charcoal grill and a bullet smoker at the same time.

>There's still ashes and scrap newspaper laying around the charcoal chimney that he used to light the grills, and a large bag of lump charcoal.

>He tosses some wood chips into a cast iron skillet sitting on top of the charcoal.

>"Pecan tree wood is the best, I tell you," Dave says.

"I wouldn't know about that, Dave, but I trust you. What are you doing for the sauce? You know I like Carolina gold the best," you comment.

>"So naïve, Anon. You take the best of every sauce and start there," he says as he hands you a plastic spoon to sample one of his sauces.

>It's really damn good.

>"I started with tomato sauce and mashed cherries. Pitting them is such a pain in the ass. Then you add some stone-ground mustard, and the tiniest pinch of Colman's," he says sagely.

"All from scratch, huh?" you note.

>"The other one's a pineapple bourbon sauce. It's like that TGI Friday's sauce, but way better. Good on the chicken," he says.

>You continue chatting with him, always enjoying his down-to-earth attitude.

>It's definitely not man-to-man talk, since he can't sympathize with being a house-husband in any way.

>It's still valuable in its own right, however.

>After a bit, you excuse yourself to grab a drink, and come across Katja and Sabrina still talking.

>It's not at all aggressive or anything, but it seems to be serious.

>You start to make your way to the two and catch the final part of the conversation.

>"I'm not just playing around with him, I promise..." Katja says with some unreadable expression.

>Sabrina notices the strange look on her face but says nothing, then notices you, her face lighting up.

>"Let's go hop in the pool!" she says while ushering you along.

>Katja goes ahead of her, and you hear Sabrina sputter as she notices the pattern on her fur.

>It looks like Sabrina and Dave sprung for a rather large above-ground pool, although it's still a bit more crowded than you'd like.

>Some of the younger members are splashing around.

>Katja is an expert swimmer, as expected, and while Sabrina extols the virtues of swimming for exercise, her form leaves a lot to be desired.

>You have a sneaking suspicion that she can only doggy paddle.

>Eventually the food is done, and everyone spends their time standing around and eating, and Katja's an absolute mess.

>BBQ sauce and her snow-white fur do not mix well, but it's kind of cute.

>It winds down after a few hours, and it seems Katja is socializing well with everyone.

>This time, she made a good impression on Sabrina, even with that weird exchange, and Dave seemed to like her as well.

>You get back and it seems she's in a great mood from showing you off to some of the other girls.

>That was the first of many barbecues that she attended with you.

>You even started doing casual little double-dates with the two of them, with Katja and Sabrina genuinely enjoying each other's company.

>The months pass by, and it's been a while that you and Katja have been an item.

>You invite Dave and Sabrina out, specifically excluding Katja this time.

>This is going to be a serious conversation.

>The three of you are at your favorite watering hole, nursing some drinks and greasy bar appetizers.

>"Why didn't you bring Katja along?" asks Dave.

"Well, it's about her..." you reply.

>Both of them get a look of concern on their faces.

>"Did something happen?" Sabrina asks worriedly.

"More like NOTHING'S happening. It's been over half a year since I moved in and nothing has progressed since then. She just avoids the subject," you explain.

>"We've noticed. But what does that have to do with anything?" Dave says.

"So, it's just a week or two until our anniversary, right? We have a nice dinner planned and everything, too," you say as they wait for you to continue.

>With how nerve wracking it is to explain to your friends, you're starting to get nervous.

"It's pretty unconventional for a guy, but I, uh," you stammer.

"I got a ring for her..." you say bashfully.

>Sabrina chokes on her drink and Dave has to pat her back for her.

>"Holy shit, Anon!" Sabrina exclaims.

>"I'll say. What prompted this?" Dave asks as the calmer of the two.

"Well, even you guys can tell that she's terrified of commitment, but there's a good reason for that," you say.

>That last part was a revelation for them, but they don't pry into it.

>"If I waited for her to propose, I'd be a dry old skeleton by the time she'd get around to it. Dusty old bones, full of green dust," you joke.

>"Yeah, that's probably true," Sabrina notes.

>"Do you think it'll work, though? I mean, it took Sabrina three times to learn that yes, I did actually want to graduate college before getting married. I never even said I didn't want to get married!" Dave says, still exasperated to this day.

>Sabrina elbows him.

>"It worked, didn't it?" she says, completely oblivious.

>"Of course, honey..." he replies sarcastically.

"I sure hope it does," you say, unsure.

>"We support you no matter what! I'll make sure my hubby here will throw you a bachelor party that doesn't suck!" Sabrina declares.

"Don't get too ahead of yourselves," you remind them.

>"You can do it, Anon," Dave assures you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

>The support is nice, but your anxieties can't be quelled.

>It could go so terribly wrong.

>The night eventually arrives, and the both of you are dressed to the nines.

>She's in a sleek black cocktail dress, stylish heels, and some simple studs on her ears.

>You're just wearing a button-up, but you've got the jewelry box inside your slacks.

>Somehow you manage to push the inevitable to the back of your mind and enjoy the dinner.

>She's moderated herself to just a few glasses of wine, but you've imbibed a bit more due to the anticipation.

>She seems really distracted for some reason.

>There's absolutely no way that she knows, but it unsettles you.

>The mood lightens a bit when dessert arrives, a panna cotta that the two of you share.

>You take a spoonful of it and feed it to her, causing her to giggle.

>After the two of you finish, you just spend a bit of time gazing at each other as you sip on your drinks.

>"A whole year, now..." she comments.

"Yeah. It's been great, hasn't it?" you say as your grip on the ring grows tighter.

>She stays silent and looks out the window, her eyes settling on the horizon.

>"I think we should see other people."

Notes:

God dammit Katja.

Wow, it's not dead! I had a fukken BRAIN BLAST and finally remembered where the hell I was going with this. That month-long or so break I took from writing was from a friend passing away, and by the time I got back to the keyboard, I lost my momentum. I also thought it was going to be tacky to add a time skip in there, but I already have, and it didn't really affect my other stories that much, so I said fuck it. We have one, possibly two chapters left if I don't pack the epilogue into it as well. There will be a joke chapter after the end, as well. I hope I can get it out soon, it has been coming slowly since I've been burning up with a fever for days now.

Chapter 19: Epilogue

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"What?" you ask.

>You can't believe this.

"How even- did any of this mean anything to you? You just got bored of me?" you angrily hiss at her.

>She gets a hurt look on her face.

>"No, no, nothing like that. I mean that you should see someone else. Someone better than me," she replies.

>You are stunned silent, still barely comprehending what she's saying.

>"I think I'm getting a little too old to be playing around with boys anymore. Being single isn't too bad. I'm going to spend some time doing what I've always wanted to do. I think I'll trade in the Cessna for something a little more substantial," she explains.

"Katja..." you manage to say.

>"A little sabbatical sounds nice, flying to every state. I've never been to First Flight Airport, believe it or not. You can stay at the condo while I'm doing that, of course. I'll probably be off exploring for a year or so," she continues.

"Katja," you say more firmly.

>"I'm sure they'd love to have you back on the ramp. I'm sure all the girls miss you a lot. Maybe you'll find a nice girl out there. Well, maybe not the ramp, but you will somewhere," she tries to joke.

>She hasn't been able to look at you the whole time that she's been rambling on.

"I don't want that, Katja," you declare.

>She gets irritated and actually turns to look at you.

>"I'm TRYING to get you to do what's best for you. Go find someone to love you the right way," she orders.

>She's so goddamn selfish, forcing you into this because of her insecurities.

>She thinks that you'll just do whatever she says, like some obedient child.

"No," you say.

>She doesn't say anything, but glares at you.

"I'm not just going to bend over backwards and do what you say. Not today," you argue.

>You're irrational right now, and angry.

>You grab the ring box in your hand, and stand up, slamming it on the table.

>Everyone else in the restaurant who were previously absorbed in their own meals now looks at the two of you, confused.

"Katja, you're going to marry me!" you demand in what's probably the most pissed off proposal ever.

>You're shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.

>This is too important for you to stand meekly by, however.

>The audience that you've gathered is a mix of confused and preparing to congratulate the two of you.

>Thank god there's not some idiot clapping prematurely.

>At this moment, Katja is speechless.

>She recoils back at your words, bringing her hands to her chest defensively as her mouth is agape in shock.

>Your chest is heaving from the adrenaline rushing through you as you stare intensely at her.

>It only gets worse as her paws start to ball into fists, and a snarl starts to form on her face.

>She looks like she's about to leap across the table and claw your eyes out.

>Standing up, she pushes the chair away from her, the legs making a grating squeal as they scrape against the floor.

>Just as abruptly, she spins in place and storms out of the restaurant.

>What a fucking mess.

>This is so much worse than any worst-case scenario that you imagined.

>You probably ruined everything so far beyond repair.

>All you can do is collapse back into your seat.

>Everyone else attempts to return to their business, but you can hear the hushed whispers.

>You don't want their sympathy right now.

>To add insult to injury, it seems an anonymous person from another table bought you a drink.

>You're not sure if it'll help at all, but you down the strong drink quickly.

>It doesn't.

>It just tastes sour, and makes you only more bitter.

>Sure, you fucked up half of this night, but where did all of this come from in the first place?

>How long has she been planning this?

>What you really wonder is what you should do now, in the immediate moment.

>Chasing her would have probably been a bad idea.

>She probably wouldn't just abandon you and leave you here, you hope.

>It's been a good 20 minutes, so maybe it's about time to at least go outside.

>You make your way onto the street, and right before you exit, you realize that it's raining very hard.

>Her car is still parked at the meter, so she's out on foot, somewhere.

>You wait another few minutes, and in the distance, you finally see her.

>She has some horrible bottom shelf rotgut vodka in one hand, not even in a paper bag.

>Kamchatka? What even is that?

>In the same hand, she has a soaked, but somehow still burning cigarette.

>She quit smoking those when she left the service.

>Her other hand is carrying her footwear, one of the heels having snapped off.

>She's stumbling around on her bare footpaws, her usually pristine white fur stained with mud.

>You can't bring yourself to be openly angry with her anymore, so you walk up to her to try and support her.

>She looks like a disaster, her eyes red and puffy, and her light makeup still running down her face.

>When you get close, she lightly pushes you away from her with her full hands.

>"Get offa me!" she growls.

"Katja..." is all you can say in response.

>"I can't FUCK-FUCKIN believe you," she groans.

>You let her vent a bit.

>"How could you do this to mee-eee..." she cries.

>You never wanted to hurt her, especially when she does it to herself already.

>You wrap your arms around her, and she lets you this time, and she starts openly sobbing.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you shush her.

>"No it's not," she argues.

>You rub her on the back.

"You know why I'm doing this, don't you? It's because I love you," you assure her.

>"Don't say that, I'm horrible," she says, continuing to disparage herself.

"I don't think so. My friends and family don't either. Don't try to tell me that we're all wrong," you scold her lightly.

>She changes the subject.

>"I just can't do this again, Anon. I couldn't take it," she says between hiccups.

"We're not doing anything again. We'll start a happy life together, for the first time," you assert.

>You're slowly convincing her, but everytime you make some progress, she just brings up another reason that she feels makes her inadequate.

>She finally brings up her greatest insecurity.

>"But we can't ever have a family..." she says softly.

>You were prepared to confront this for a long time.

"We already have a family with all the lovely people we know. And there are a lot of kids out there that need a mom like you," you tell her.

>It seems you've finally gotten through to her as she finally stops arguing.

>"...mmm," she hums into you unconfidently.

>You hold her for a few minutes in silence as she starts to compose herself again.

>Throughout all of this, the fact that she reeks of rubbing alcohol from the hooch finally starts to get to you.

"Let's get rid of that horrible vodka. You're not a hobo, you know," you joke.

>Even with the tears running down her face you get a laugh out of her, and it gets summarily deposited in a dumpster.

>You walk back to the sidewalk in front of the restaurant with your fingers intertwined.

>"Excuse me, sir. You, uh, forgot this," a man says.

>It's your waiter from earlier, staying dry thanks to an umbrella as he hands you the ring from earlier.

>"Gimme that," Katja says as she snatches the box out of your hand.

"Hey, aren't I supposed to put that on you?" you say, confused.

>"I'M putting it on. Because I want to wear it," she declares.

>The waiter excuses himself, and Katja pulls you into a tender kiss.

>She's rather quiet as you drive home.

>As "well" as that ended, after the absolute mess everything else was, something still seems to be bothering Katja.

>She seems mad for some reason, but you can't think of a reason why.

>Maybe the emotional rollercoaster just put her in a bad mood.

>She's not anywhere near as easy going as you.

>It'll be fine as long as she doesn't decide she wants more to drink.

>It's concerning how quickly she downed half of a fifth of that poison that is supposedly alcohol.

>You're definitely not letting her drink anymore tonight, especially with how good she's been doing the last few months.

>You don't pay it much mind, as you'll both feel great tomorrow after sleeping off all that stress.

>Hopefully she avoids a hangover, since she hasn't drank that much in a long time.

>It honestly already feels nice to be freshly engaged, even though it hasn't quite set in fully.

>You pull into the parking lot and walk a now much more sober Katja into the penthouse.

"I'm going to go get changed," you let her know.

>As you start stripping down, she enters the room silently.

>Even though you should just assume that she's getting out of that stuffy dress, the look in her eyes concerns you.

>She strips down easily, and you see she was just wearing some sort of stick-on bra, answering how she managed to wear such a low cut on her dress.

>The both of you peel all the wet clothes off of your bodies, and as you try to grab some clothes, you find yourself grabbed instead.

>She throws you onto the bed aggressively, letting you know what her intentions really were.

>She climbs on top of you and pins you down almost instantly.

>With a not-so-sultry growl, her claws extend and start to dig into your shoulders.

>She dips her head down near to your ear.

>"You little bastard. You embarrassed me in front of all those people," she growls.

>Now you understand why she's mad.

>It's not like anything else would have worked, however.

"Katja-" you try to interrupt, perhaps unwisely.

>"Shut up. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk," she states.

>This is far from a hate-fuck, but there's a lot of frustration that she needs to relieve.

>She slinks down your legs before roughly gripping them under your knees.

>They're thrusted upwards, exposing you in an embarrassing position.

"Damn, I'm not that flexible, Katja," you hiss.

>Her eyes shine with something evil.

>"Not yet," she corrects you.

>She mounts you, her wet crotch rubbing against yours.

>She grabs your length with one hand, struggling to line you up with her as she holds your legs with the other arm.

>You'd help her, but it's obvious she wants to do this herself.

>It takes a while, but she eventually manages to sink all it into her with a groan.

>She wiggles a bit to stabilize herself, all of her weight settling either on your hips or holding your legs down.

>Her face is painted with a victorious grin that morphs into something softer for just a split second.

>"I have to show my HUSBAND his place," she says smugly.

>As if to emphasize her point, you feel her insides squeeze on you possessively.

>It's good to see that she's happy, in her own way.

>She starts grinding you inside her in a figure-8 motion.

>"You like that, don't you?" she asks knowingly.

>All you do is groan in pleasure, despite your protesting back.

>You can already feel her excitement start to mat her fur, lukewarm.

>She must have been stewing up in arousal ever since you were driving back.

>She takes your vocalization as confirmation to really begin.

>Her hips start to raise slowly and descend in deliberate movements.

>All you can hear is her soft breaths and the wet sounds of sex.

>Every time you hilt in her, she drops down far enough to rest all of her significant weight on you, driving you deeper into her and the mattress at the same time.

>"Give me all of it," she purrs.

>She's keeping that slow pace, extending the session for the both of you.

>Every velvety stroke lets you feel every bump and fold inside her, as she savors your shape at the same time.

>You can feel her legs starting to get shaky after a few minutes, the methodical dips starting to take their toll.

>It's agonizing for the both of you, just for different reasons.

>Nevertheless, she's done a good job at gradually urging you to orgasm.

>She takes split second pauses herself, paired with one of her muffled moans.

>Each time, you can feel her pussy ripple around you, or an extra bit of lubrication trickle down your crotch.

>She makes her intentions clear.

>"Hurry up and cum. I don't want to cum until I really make you squirm," she commands.

>Her tail whips side to side in frustration, and you can feel every twitch of it through her hips.

>The oppressive wetness and sloppy sounding squelches end up making you comply.

>She starts to feel you twitch, and slows down to an excruciatingly slow drop.

>It's like watching the Times Square Ball drop, and the second she reaches the bottom, it's a celebration.

>As you start to fire volley after volley of sperm into her, she presses down with her hips as hard as she can.

>She pulls on your legs to force her body into yours with a satisfied hum, the bed creaking from the force.

>Her walls milk you for everything that you've stored, and she doesn't let you go until you finally release every drop.

>She reaches down to pet your face.

>"Good boy, you took your discipline so well. It's time for it to really start now," she informs you.

>You had barely a minute to recover, her tightness guaranteeing that you couldn't soften even a millimeter, so you're still wildly sensitive.

>She's released your legs, opting to squeezing them between her thighs.

>Her arms are still on top of your legs, however, and as she drops her torso down towards yours, your legs are stretched to your head to their absolute limit.

"Shit! That kind of hurts, Katja," you say, downplaying the pain for some reason.

>Even though it's more inconvenient for her, she takes some of the weight off your legs.

>"I'll have you as limber as a gymnast after tonight," she replies.

>With that said, she starts her assault with zero warm-up, already at a wild pace.

>As she starts pumping away with her hips, you notice that she's now more focused on her own pleasure.

>She has her face right in front of yours, her eyes dilating as she pounds her hips against yours.

>Every downthrust, the movement causes your body to shake, the loud wet clap of your thighs colliding echoing through the room.

>She lets out a sound between a grunt and a moan every time, a hot puff of air leaving her open mouth right into your face.

>It's the sweet smell of her breath that you're used to, and the familiar scent of alcohol.

>As you writhe from the displeasure from the overextension of your body and the overstimulation, the dull pleasure starts to grow.

>From how unfocused her eyes are, it's clear that it's anything but mild for her.

>Caught in the throes of ecstacy, she says something that you'd never expect out of her.

>"I'm gonna... fuckin' BREED you, no matter what," she chokes out.

>Her sticky fur peels off of your skin for the small amount of time that they're not glued together.

>Her body, regardless of its capabilities, is still coursing with a primal need.

>She presses entirely too much weight on you as her animalistic instincts get the better of her.

>Her arms pin your legs down as they dig into the fabric, claws tearing at the fabric loudly.

>Between that and her muddy paws, it's completely ruined.

>She swings her head down to your neck, tucking her face under, and clamps down on the scruff.

>Humans don't have a lot of loose skin there, so it's mostly fat that her sharp teeth are sinking into.

>She's not holding back at all, and you have to turn your head to the side to relieve the pressure.

>All of this completely escapes her, as absorbed in the act as she is.

>You can't smell much of her natural scent that you love, but the smell of "fresh" city rain is a bit refreshing.

>It reminds you of the seemingly impossible ordeal that you overcame tonight.

>Together.

>She's practically manic with her movements, the tempo of her humping erratic.

>The exerted force and extreme slipperiness of your lower bodies leads you believe the raw fucking has to be deafening, but you can't hear it over her.

>Her bestial growls and muffled yowls are almost all you can hear as her entire body convulses as she inches closer to climax.

>You're close, too, but you have zero idea if she's aware or even cares at this point.

>She slows for just a minute, and a searing hot sigh escapes her nose before she redoubles her efforts at a blistering pace.

>It's a final sprint to the finish, and you're sure she's going to end up wringing another out of you at the same time.

>This isn't sweet love-making, she's MATING with her husband.

>More than the way her walls are strangling you, her wild vocalizations and crazed breaths let you know that it's imminent.

>"Fuck!" you hear her shout into your neck.

>She slams down one final time, her thighs shaking and squeezing your hips like a vice grip.

>You cum while she does, urged on a possessive yank by her jaws.

>Your vision blurs before you have to clamp your eyes shut, the force at which you expel your seed genuinely painful.

>Every muscle of yours tenses as you wrap your arms around her torso, holding her close to you.

>You're half holding on for dear life, and half wanting to feel as much of her as possible.

>It feels like ages as you fill her beyond her limits, even more cum spilling out from her.

>She thankfully releases your tired legs, and they limply hit the mattress.

>After doing this, she falls limply on top of you too.

>Her dead weight is a bit much, but the closeness is worth it.

>It's a few minutes before either of you are able to speak.

>"Mmmn. You better not be lying to me, or change your mind. I'll never forgive you," she says.

>She's still anxious about that.

>You don't know how to ease that yet.

>She won't get cold feet, you imagine, but having her be an insecure mess until the day would break your heart.

"Of course I'm not, Katja. Why would I do all of this, then?" you ask.

>She gives a monosyllabic grunt before starting to lick at your neck.

"What do you want to do for the wedding?" you ask, trying to cement the fact that it's a certainty in her head.

>She pulls her tongue away for just a second to respond.

>"We can talk about that later," she says.

>The two of you stay quiet for a bit as she nurses your wounds, before Katja whispers in your ear.

>"We'll have a flying honeymoon. It'll be perfect."

"That sounds nice," you reply.

>She lets out a belly laugh right into your ear, causing you to flinch.

>You're a bit confused, but don't question it.

>"It does, doesn't it?" she chuckles.

>She continues her loving laps at your neck as she purrs until she seems satisfied.

>"Was I a little too rough?" she asks.

"I think you were right about the not walking thing," you halfway joke.

>"Mmn. Well, you deserved it this time. But I'll be nicer for the rest," she comments.

>Being treated as a cat toy is a bit demeaning, but the fact that you drive her that crazy probably outweighs it.

>"That'll have to be an occasional thing. I might start having to do yoga. And make sure we have a lot of peroxide," you joke.

>She nuzzles your cheek.

>"Don't worry, no more of that tonight. I'll be a lot gentler next round," she promises you.

"Next round?" you ask as she starts to sit up again, her eyes glowing in the dark.

>Usually the period where your families interact both while preparing for, and during a wedding is stressful beyond belief.

>It wasn't until the announcement of your engagement that you finally met her family.

>Her younger sister Zelda, and her aforementioned niece Dita already lived in a suburb just 30 or so minutes North of you two.

>Zelda, much like Katja's other sisters, are pretty much carbon copies of each other.

>That honestly goes for all the women in the family, besides Dita.

>If you just met Katja, you'd probably have a lot of trouble distinguishing her from her family, in both appearance and personality.

>It's strange how, at minimum, every first-born woman in a generation ends up as a military pilot.

>That's just the minimum, every generation has multiple others, excluding the First World War.

>The flipside of their similarity, is that they all also seem to adore you, fortunately including the men.

>They gave you a lot of tips on how to use the authority of a house-husband judiciously against a Hart.

>Her niece, though...

>The poor girl is really bright, and cute as a button.

>Unfortunately, she's obviously deeply anxious, and overcompensates to a painful degree, trying to be like all the ladies in the family even though she's only 14.

>She told you about her "boyfriend from Canada," completely unprovoked.

>You weren't planning on quizzing a child relative on her romantic life the very second you met her.

>As much as you love Katja, she's as good of a role model as an editor for a skin mag.

>A classy one, though.

>Katja's mother says that at least the braggadocio is exactly what Katja did at her age, which is a great image.

>Your side of the family seems to like hers as well.

>As troubled as your relationship has been at times, it seems your in-laws will be allies more than anything.

>The great thing about everyone getting along so well, is that it made plans for a weekend wedding possible without much worries.

>Katja loves the beach, and it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.

>Even though it was a multi-day affair, things were mostly informal, other than a quick rehearsal.

>Then the moment came.

>It was just as embarrassing during the rehearsal, and is at this moment as well.

>It's normal to be walked up by your mom, but you feel like you're a child being walked into school more than anything.

>When you get up, Dave whispers some encouragement to you.

>Katja starts her walk down the aisle.

>You wish she would've gone with a dress, but you suppose her pilot's uniform is formal enough, even though it's not unheard of.

>Looking at her mother, you see that she's still fuming about the only disagreement that she had.

>Katja's mother is in her Navy uniform, and she's obviously mad that Katja didn't use her service uniform.

>Katja herself seems to be in a different world, her eyes drifting dreamily around at all the people watching, the humble archways, and the rolling waves.

>It wasn't until this very moment that she became sure that this was really happening.

>The smile she gives you as she joins hands with you is one that you're not sure that you'll ever see again.

>She flubs her vows absent-mindedly, only stifling a giggle in response, completely unembarrassed.

>The kiss you share is just one of many, but special to her beyond belief.

>She's misty-eyed when it breaks, but she can't help herself from picking you up and spinning you around.

>Slightly dizzy, you tear your gaze away from her to look at the others.

>Sabrina's bawling, something that you'll never let her live down.

>Even Violet and Katja's other friends from the biggest "girl's club" in the world are wearing stoic, small smiles.

>They have to keep up that tough façade, after all.

>During the reception, she's glued to your hip the whole time.

>That doesn't stop her from dragging you along with her wherever she goes, however.

>After all the celebrations and the conclusion of the wedding, you get to go on that flying honeymoon.

>It really is perfect.

>Married life isn't too different from what it was before.

>Other than her new schedule and your new house, it's just the same routine as before.

>Just a lot better.

>The door opens as you arrange some simple sandwiches.

>It's just some BLTs, eating too heavy might not be too good of an idea today.

"Hey honey, how does it feel to get back home so early in the day?" you ask.

>"Early for you," she jokes.

"Memphis isn't that far," you reply.

>She gives you a look, shooting some second-hand blame at you.

>"Maybe if FennEx's ramp rats managed to load the plane on time, it wouldn't be. Finishing 4 hours late is honestly impressive. I never knew you could break a cargo deck that bad. Then maintenance showed up and just started hitting things with mallets until it was 'fixed,'" she gripes.

"They just let anyone on the ramp out there, huh? I guess that's the payoff for what comes with your pay and nice schedule, huh?" you note.

>She just groans, before taking a bite of the sandwich which perks her up.

>"Mmm. I'm glad I skipped the SECOND meal they delivered to us for the flight," she says.

"Well, your bad day is about to get a lot better now. You got back so late that all we have time for is lunch," you say.

>She scarfs down the sandwich too fast, eager for the upcoming event.

>Katja drives like even more of a madwoman than usual.

>That's a habit that's going to have to change unless you want to drive everywhere.

>You get to the agency early, and the agent gets a warm smile on his face.

>Luckily this allows you to get the paperwork done quickly.

>The two of you must have written the equivalent of an entire book over these past 2 years.

>A few tense moments later, and she's brought to you.

>Katja stands up first, and holds her arms out single-mindedly.

>The small bundle is passed to her, and you can hear the soft mewls as you walk up to her to wrap your arm around her.

>"You two really did the right thing, adopting from foster care," the agent says in praise.

>Katja doesn't acknowledge him in the slightest.

>She only rubs her cheek against the tri-colored kitten, and the infant returns the nuzzle.

>The agent starts spouting legalese solely at you, as Katja starts grooming your daughter on the top of her head, giving her a wild looking cowlick.

>You're left alone after a while, but she doesn't even notice.

"Katja, it's done," you say gently.

>She snaps out of her daze, and speaks to you, never breaking her gaze on the kitten.

>"She's beautiful, isn't she," she purrs.

>What's more beautiful is the two of them finally united together, but you don't want to distract her.

"She is," you agree.

>She's awestruck and rooted in place, and you give her a moment before urging her on.

"Come on, Katja. It's time for our family to go home."

THE END

Notes:

Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra

What a fucking ride it's been. Took me fucking long enough! It feels fantastic to finally make Katja happy. Are you guys satisfied with the ending? Did it get resolved a little too fast? I'm honestly not too sure if I could make Katja continue the way she has and actually do anything other than drag out the story at this point. I almost thought about splitting this off right before the sex, but starting an epilogue with a sex scene seemed strange. Don't worry, we still have one more joke chapter incoming. I wonder which character's going to star in it?

Some notes about this chapter. I had to do too much research into adoption. It's a real pain in the ass, it seems. There's also apparently like a 61% chance that Katja and Anon's daughter is a crack baby, but canonically they were just lucky and she's not. One site literally says "Parents contemplating adoption [sic] a baby from foster care should assume that the infant has had prenatal exposure to drugs and/or alcohol."

Some of my readers who may live in the same region as me may have recognized the reference to the fucking plague of a liquor that is Kamchatka. They don't even make it anymore, thank god. It's not hated and infamous to me from drinking it myself, but from an incident. Me and my roomie split a half-gallon, though he did more of the heavy pulling that night. We were in the worst places in our lives at that point, so that honestly wasn't too uncommon. We could smoke in that house, so of course we did. He put out his cigarette in the empty 'chatch bottle, and, well, I came down like 10 minutes later thinking that the space heater in the living room looked really bright. Spoiler, it was the carpet and the half of the sectional that he wasn't asleep on that were spewing out flames. His face was like half a foot from the flames and he never woke up until I got him up. Instead of using the fire extinguisher in the house, we just filled mixing bowls with water individually to put out the couch. Then he had to go lay down outside until the ambulance picked him up for smoke inhalation.

It's at least 50% Kamchatka's fault, just like how Mad Dogs make you irresponsible. Katja was a "set the couch on fire and almost die" mess.

Long story short, our cohabitation went horrible, more than just that, and we didn't speak for like a year. He's also my best friend, and shockingly, we're roommates again as of the last 3 years, and it's been wonderful. It's funny what being a functional human does to your relationships.

Chapter 20: Bonus Chapter: It's Joke!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

KATHERINE HARTMANN, the greatest ace in all history!

That's what all the newspapers, books, and TV shows say.

It's also her favorite pick-up line. It doesn't work very well.

Although it's not like one ever stops being an ace, living as the greatest test pilot of all history seems like a downgrade. Flying the newest, greatest planes in the entire world(s) is a rush like no other, but it doesn't compare. She was never a fan of killing, but the glory of combat was beyond any other. Even though almost every pilot she faced after crossing the bridge was a human, she always admired the tenacity of the men. They might not compare to a female pilot, but giving someone wings still puts a fire in their heart. She'd never admit it, but fighting humans, even in their prop planes, was more difficult. Katja is an honorable lady, after all. These clashes made the feind- Allies give her the nickname of Clipper, from clipping the wings of all the human birds without injury. Engines are a pretty large target, and she'd even fly head-on through a hail of gunfire to kill one. Excluding a few grazes, she always ended up fine. Other than the two times she was shot down, but that worked out, too. It was so great to watch the men bash their fists against the instrument panels before bailing out. When she saw the silk bloom, she'd buzz them as close as safely possible, and give them a friendly waggle of her wings.

She's getting a little too nostalgic while she's supposed to be focusing, though. She's a test pilot now. Furthermore, she came from a religious family, so she never really bought into Nazism. It certainly comes in handy now, with how international all of her fellow test pilots are. Katja really likes that Shirley Yeager girl, she's a lot of fun. All in all, it's been a graceful "retirement." She gets to hot-dog as hard as she wants, her biography is a bestseller, and she's a hero to children everywhere, even outside of Germany. It would be a relief if the greener pilots stopped asking for advice, though. Katja finds it pretty hard to hit on boys at the bar when an entire Gruppe is smothering her. Looking down at the map projector, she sees her next waypoint, BRIDG. Unsurprisingly, since it's an experimental aircraft, it's going to be a fly-over, as usual. This plane's made to fly at 80,000 feet and at Mach 3, so she's not too happy that she's wearing a pressurized space suit to lazily amble around at a few thousand. More than anything, what she really hates is flying over the World Bridge.

Ten seconds until she enters its airspace.

It's been uncharacteristically cloudy over Berlin, with almost zero visibility. Spatial disorientation may be the death of many pilots, but Katja is no regular pilot. She just knows where she's at, and where she's going at all times. Until she crosses the boundary. While walking through it is only the tiniest bit nausea inducing, the speed that you cross by it multiplies it. Her inner ear goes haywire, making her feel like she's in a death defying barrel-roll. Even with the way the instruments are spinning in circles and breaking, she knows that nothing has changed.

"OVER SPEED. OVER SPEED."

Every warning alarm, visual, and audio, starts going off, as usual. Pretty much all of them are complete nonsense.

"CHAFF. FLARES. CHAFF. FLARES."

Hartmann wishes she could see anything out of the cockpit, just to distract her from her growing headache. It just doesn't stop, and after a minute she starts to grow concerned.

"ALTITUDE. ALTITUDE."

She doesn't feel like she's sinking, but the GPWS is being unusually insistent, even while glitching out. She adjusts the trim a hair, and applies the smallest amount of thrust. The warnings only speed up, however.

"PULL UP! TOO LOW GEAR. PULL UP! TOO LOW FLAPS."

A bit more unnerved, she pulls the nose up a hair. There's no way that she's made any mistake. Then she hears something that makes her blood freeze.

"50... 40... 30... 20..."

At that moment, she breaks the cloud cover, with a mountain face in front of her that she knows for a fact doesn't exist in Germany. Regardless of mistakes that she did or did not make, she's going to die. She yanks back on the flight controls, the supersonic plane's puny flight control surfaces not changing its inertia in the slightest. Her regrets flash before her eyes.

Katja Hartmann, dead at age thirty-five. Single, and unmarried. And no matter how many people that she's convinced to believe otherwise, a virgin.

Anthros could just take men whenever they pleased during the war, but Katja was beyond that. She's a damn fighter pilot, a noble knight of the skies! Just her profession alone should have had men scrambling to get to her like crabs in a bucket. That never happened, but she never lost hope the first few years. Of course, she always tried her charms, and there's nothing immoral about a little "persuasion," but she couldn't outright violate a man. Even her stupid pride never let her sign up for matchmaking services from the State. She regrets her upstanding character at this moment, and it's probably the last thing that she's going to think ever again.

"RETARD. RETARD. RETARD."

The pilot sure does feel like one right now. Instead of an impact, she sees the light and gets hit with another wave of nausea that comes from crossing the bridge.

---

Katja just left to go take care of some errands for work, paperwork, or some kind of crew scheduling at FennEx. You're just idly doom-scrolling through your phone when you hear the buzz of electricity from your bedroom, and the power flickers out for a split second. Now, deciding to investigate, you're met with the oddest home intruder that you've ever seen. In front of you stands what appears to be an astronaut, donning an orange suit with a round helmet and everything.

"What the fuck?" you say, as you step back defensively.

The figure lifts its hands in a placating gesture, the muffled voice completely unintelligible. Seeing your confusion, it twists its helmet off with a hiss, and you only get more confused.

"Katja?" you ask, seeing your wife that you were certain just left.

"Ja?" she answers back.

"But you just- What are you even wearing?" you ask.

You suppose it's not impossible that she managed to sneak in without you noticing, but stealthiness to this extent is a first.

"Help me get this off," she orders.

It's an ordeal to remove it, even with two people, but after nearly twenty minutes, she's free. She's not wearing much underneath the costume, just a long sleeved undershirt and some very short silkies. She looks a little different, too, a little fitter than you remember. She has been exercising again, even if it's not necessary. Perhaps she's just flexing or something. There's a bit more of a youthful vitality to her today, as well. She must be excited for the adoption. You don't dwell on any of that for too long, though, since you're still baffled at the situation.

"Honey, just what are you doing, seriously?" you beg for answers.

She thinks for a bit, before responding nonchalantly.

"I do not know," she replies, still holding an extremely convincing German accent.

"What's with the accent?" you continue questioning her.

She looks at you like you're stupid.

"I know my English is not too good yet," she comments. "But nothing is out of reach for Germany's greatest ace!"

What?

"Katja, are you trying to do some kind of role-play or something?" you ask. "I'm always open to trying new things in the bedroom, but this is really strange."

You don't know for sure what kind of character she's playing, but it sounds suspiciously like her great-grandmother. Doesn't that feel exceptionally weird for her to do? Her reaction to your mention of bedroom activities is also abnormal.

"Mmm, a boy of my own. Wunderbar," she says, completely ignoring everything else that you said. "I never needed any help from the Anthrostate."

Your breath hitches and you feel a cold sweat. She must have found out about your secret indulgence. Did she look at your browser history? The woman can barely use a computer! Sure, the setting might be nonsensical and purely for fetish purposes, but it's fun. Regardless, this character seems to have something to do with it, although it seems Katja doesn't quite understand the deep lore.

"Oh no, I'm going to get claimed now," you say, starting to enjoy it a little despite the bizarre premise.

She gets her usual devilish grin on her face as she pushes you down onto the couch and starts to straddle you.

"Don't worry, I'll try to be gentle," she lies. "My new husband."

She rips off your shirt with her claws, a much too common occurrence. Luckily, she's memorized your favorite ones by now, even if she thinks your Leoranger one is lame. She shimmies down your legs, pulling your trousers down at the same time. You're already erect when she grabs it and pumps it a few times. She licks her lips with a hunger usually only reserved for when she's in heat.

"I'm going to breed you, Amerikaner," she says before she leans down to lick your nipple with her raspy tongue.

"Ah, no, don't!" you reply, now really getting into it. "The big, strong anthro's going to have her way with me!"

"That's right," she says with an evil grin before spinning around to show her back to you. "Get ready."

Her tail whips around before slowing down to caress and wrap ever so slightly around your face. You love it when she does that. She takes off her undershirt, and something seems wrong again, but you can't put your finger on it. Standing up, she gives you a show as she bends over to smile at you from between her legs. Of course, your eyes are glued to her rear, but not for the reasons she'd expect. Her birthmark is all wrong, and you're certain she didn't get a fur dye job, or that it'd look so realistic. She'd probably hate the design even more. On each cheek of her beautifully defined ass, there's a heart shaped patch of black fut, only slightly misshapen. You scooch back a bit in shock.

"You're not Katja!" you shout in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, irritated. "You don't recognize the famous Katherine Hartmann?"

You don't know what's going on anymore. If this strange doppelgänger is telling the truth, she's Katja's great-grandmother, and also a time-traveler. It's impossible.

"Your birthmark, it's all wrong!" you state.

"It's perfectly right. It shows you where to hold on," she says smugly. "I changed my mind. It's going to be a rough ride now. Now stop running so I can fuck you."

She plants her ass on you, pinning you down, so you can't get away anymore. You can already feel how wet she is, very impatient at this point. Gripping your legs, she squats down, missing the mark a few times.

"Wait, wait, wait! For real this time!" you beg.

"No more waiting," she declares.

With one final dip, her sex envelops you, driving you into her to the hilt. No going back now. All you can do is despair.

"Noooo!" you yell, throwing your head to the sky.

Your only hope is that you don't end up related to Katja somehow. The thoughts soon leave your head as she starts to ravage you.

---

"Anon, Anon," your wife says as she shakes you awake. "Calm down, I've got you."

You're soaked in sweat as you try to catch your breath.

"I- what?" you reply in a daze.

"You were having some crazy dream," she explains. "I tried to hold you, but that only made it worse."

Thank god, it was just a dream. You thought it was never going to end as she made you cum over and over again. You notice a horrid amount of stickiness around your lower body. It seems she did in real life, as well. You don't even bother trying to deal with it as you take deep breaths to calm down.

"Katja? The real Katja?" you ask as you look at her suspiciously.

"Yes, Anon, I'm real," she sighs. "You should have heard the stuff you were saying. It was absolute nonsense, I didn't get any of it."

Hopefully you didn't say anything too embarrassing. You definitely don't want Katja to know you had a wet dream about her ancestor. You're not sure why it even happened.

"...What did I say?" you ask, too curious for your own good.

"Well first, you let out a crazy yell that was all like 'uohhhhhhhhh!'" she explains, with some very impressive vocal mimicry. "And then you kept talking about my 'gussy' busting, busting, and something about no cap?"

What kind of hell were you going through that you devolved into a subhuman creature like that? You want to die right now.

"For real?" you ask.

Katja nods her head.

"For real, for real," she says gravely while studying your features. "Hmm, you seem... off, still. Was my 'gussy' that good?"

She doesn't know what she's saying, thank god, but she still has the mildest understanding of the complications.

"Katja, if you say that again, I'm divorcing you," you explain, barely even joking. "I- I'm going to take a break from the internet. Go outside, and touch some grass. Really feel it."

"Oh, like a date at the park," she replies cutely.

The generational disconnect can be pretty charming sometimes, even with how traditional she can get sometimes. That can get annoying occasionally, but you have to admit, it can be kind of hot, too.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," you say, regaining some normalcy. "I'm going to go get ready."

You head to the bathroom to prepare for the day, but not before you hear Katja yell.

"Jesus Christ, Anon! You came all over the bed!" she exclaims with mild disgust.

---

Katherine Hartmann wakes up, feeling more refreshed than she has in ages.

"What a wonderful dream. Except for the first part," she says to herself. "It has to be a sign of good luck. I'm definitely going to convince that aircraft maintenance boy to go on that date with me today!"

She starts to walk to the hangar in amazing spirits.

THE END

Notes:

Man, that was a fun shitpost to write. The better thing is that it may be a joke chapter, but it's 100% canon. That interdimensional dream sex actually happened. It doesn't count as cuckery, though.

Some people are understandably confused at the two settings, when they share a character, so I'll clarify here.

(Note: Katherine, or Katja Hartmann, the WWII ace will be referred to in italics.)

In the world of PIC, the Anthrostate never existed, and there was no connection between any dimensions. Anthros evolved alongside humans, and female women are only rare because mankind was always based and furpilled. There's actually no birth disparity between genders for anthros either, but why pick a furboi when there's humies everywhere? Due to the physical differences, society is matriarchal in a kind of reversed gender roles thing. The biggest influence for that choice is a manga called The World of Moral Reversal, available as both a really fun ecchi serialized manga, or a very poorly drawn, but soulful doujinshi. One big difference between these two worlds concerns the Second World War itself. In PIC, it progressed exactly how it did in our world, and the atrocities were towards the same types of people, and for the same reasons. Due to the gap in years, Katja's ancestor, Katherine Hartmann, was born in different years in both settings. In PIC, she's her great-grandmother, while in the Anthrostate, she's her grandmother.

Katherine herself is obviously based on the ace Erich Hartmann, but is also inspired by Franz Stigler as well. I liked the book about him A Higher Call, and find it an enjoyable read, even if it's a bit basic. My favorite ace is still Hans-Joachim Marseille, the chaddest Luftwaffe ace to ever exist. Who else would play jazz on a piano during a dinner with Hitler? Der Führergot so butthurt that he stormed out of the room. He absolutely mogs Katherine, and he's who she wished she could be.

That's probably it for PIC! Thanks for reading and commenting!