The man Maybell met on Schenor was too gorgeous to be all human. "But I am!" he lied, sensing Maybell's prejudice against Genetics.

"And you're Tan Scarlett?" she asked into his shocking, almost yellow, hazel eyes.

"I am!" His hair was thick and tabby blonde, tufted to look like wings.

She eyed his transport. "That's just a normal truck. My ship can't make it dirtside. You need a space transport."

"I know! Come with me and we'll get one!"

Maybell scowled. Her horny genes told her that this guy was coming on to her. They also told her his flawless, snow white skin was to die for. She caught him sniffing her butt as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. With a claw and a scratch, she took a halfhearted swipe at his nose. He dodged her with cat-like quickness and, in a flash, raced around and climbed into the driver's seat. Trapped by the confines of the cab, she swatted his nose for real, feeling only slight annoyance.

"You smell like fish," he said while driving to the transport dock.

"Yeah. I get that a lot."

Tan slapped the gearshift and popped the clutch every time he changed gears, making Maybell's bosom bounce. "I have the most luxurious whirlpool bath," he said as he eyed her from time to time. "Warm and scented with bubbles, all hot and ready to go."

"You got any bourbon?"

"Kentucky's finest, my dear!"

"Are you sure? There's no sedge, or seaweed in it?"

"If it does, you may spit in my face!"

"And fruit? You got real fruit? Not that spacefruit crap?"

Tan again eyed his prey. "Have you seen all those birds on your spaceship? We have tons of lovely, real fresh fruit!"

Maybell practically drooled. "Then let's go," she said, instantly regretting her poor decision-making skills.

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After Mrs. Peacock signed Claire's paperwork and the creds were transferred to Sara Jane's business account, Tan led Maybell to his quarters. It was spacious and filled with seats and perches of many types, most with supple men and women draping their bodies upon them. They eyed Maybell with curiosity, sniffing the air as she passed.

She could smell them, too, since their number was over a dozen. "You're cats," she said with disdain.

"Not really!" Tan said as he paraded her past his clowder. "I don't have any feline characteristics."

"These guys do," she said, jerking her head at a pair of toms.

Tan smiled bright as the sun. "Hmm," he purred in agreement. "But I have only cat pheromones." He took Maybell's hat and satchel. "They make me look sexy."

She couldn't disagree. Her arousal drew Tan's attention to the scent of her crotch, but in her head she was screaming mad. Another Genetic! And a whole room full of them! She gave up having wild horse sex with a mare named Sara Jane, and monster sex with a hyena named Heinemann, to come to this funky cat house and bathe with a snot like Tan. She hated fucking Bobcat for things she needed in her poorer days, and she unintentionally hurt her orangutan best friend Gavin more times than she could remember, by denying to have sex with him at all. All because of her feelings of worthlessness as a normal human being surrounded by genetically modified freaks.

And her undying love for wanting to have animal sex with them. Maybell looked with disdain upon Tan in the privacy of his bath, as he waited for her to undress.

"Get out," she snarled. "You're not invited."

Soaking in a whirlpool tub like Tan's was a joy Maybell had never experienced. It was huge—big enough to seat six—with heated jets that adjusted to caress every part of her body. And his bourbon was real—not Woodford Reserve, like Sara Jane's, but definitely from Kentucky. If it was cut with sedge or seaweed, Maybell's discerning palate couldn't tell. With a bowl of pomegranate seeds and sliced kiwifruit sitting on a table beside her booze, she sunk low in the warm and scented water. Bubbles buoyed her butt, bouncing it on the tub's bottom.

She planned on never leaving. "I'm gonna have to fuck that dumb Tan in order to stay here," she conceded, before drifting off to take a catnap.

She awoke to find him slipping into the tub across from her. Its size was so great that their bodies never touched and, since she hadn't seen him enter, she wondered if he was naked, like she happened to be.

"We don't have to have sex," he said as if reading her mind. "I just want to snuggle."

Maybell scowled. "Okay," she said, accepting but disbelieving.

Tan purred as he laid his head on her bosom. "You're such a bad kitty," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

Maybell's scowl went from perturbed to being confused. "I don't understand. What is it you want?"

Tan snuggled deeper. "I'm a freak. You're a freak. I love freaks so much."

"I'm completely normal. A normal human being."

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"Hmm. I don't mean a genetic freak. I mean that you're queer. A sex freak, perhaps."

A small laugh burst from Maybell. She found herself rubbing Tan's back as he sat between her legs, facing away from her. "God, you're gorgeous," she declared, caressing his body further down.

Tan purred all the louder. "Hmm. Thank you! If you want, you can pet me all day!" After a while, he asked, "May I kiss you, too?"

Maybell had no problem with that. As he drove his tongue down her throat, she thought there might be something strange in her fruit or drink, like an aphrodisiac. Little did she know she had succumbed to what Tan had in his body. Cat pheromones in his saliva made wanting sex with him unavoidable. But no matter how many cues she gave to let him know he could take her, he wanted nothing of it. He lolled on her and coiled around her, letting her fondle every part of his body, yet the only service her gave was with his lips and tongue.

Maybell rose as they kissed endlessly, until she stood over him. With force, she shoved his face into her loins, forcing him to suck on her labia.

Ecstasy never felt so good. Soaked to the gills in cat pheromones, Maybell came like a freight train.

"Oh my God!"

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An afternoon with Tan soon turned into the evening, and evening became night. By the time dawn arrived, Maybell had experienced more orgasms then she could have ever imagined. By the dawn of the next day, between catnaps on Tan's cushy bed, Maybell was being passed around like a bowling ball. Someone in Tan's clowder always had a finger or thumb, or some other part of their body, stuck in one of her holes. When it seemed like they might drown her in Tan's bath, or suffocate her with their flesh, or break her or split her in two, they relented long enough for her to catch her breath before driving her harder and further.

Maybell cared not one whit. She knew what these cats were doing. No matter how brazenly she was assaulted, no matter in what way they attacked, one thing always held true. Maybell experienced constant sexual release. She screamed like a siren, she gushed like a fire hose, she squirted like a broken faucet. She plowed through orgasms unfettered, both the small ones that rode on her skin and the massive ones deep inside, that roared unendingly.

She reveled in her glory. She gagged, she sputtered, she spat. She matched every caterwaul she heard with a vocalization of her own. The more her assailants yowled, the louder she cried out in kind.

After two days of constant pleasuring, Maybell began to fag. After a third day, she couldn't stand, and found herself crawling among her clowder of sex kittens on her hands and knees. Her jaw was set hard and jutted, as she heaved her breath through gritted teeth. Her red hair now looked like yarn balls, knotted and glued to her head. She couldn't raise her eyes without swooning, and looked through lowered lids and knit brow at the felines surrounding her.

"Again," she hissed when she was able. "Do it to me again."

The toms were taken aback by Maybell's gruff demeanor. Most of them became afraid, or were too spent to respond. Several brazen queens took advantage of the situation by setting their claws in her. They were curious to see if there were limits to her pleasure threshold.

Tan sat on a pink cushion, pleased with his new toy. He had brought home other queer playmates, but none measured up to Maybell. He took his own advantage with the toms, fluffing and licking them. Once he had them re-hardened, he sent them after Maybell by biting and scratching their asses.

Time and space lost its meaning to Maybell, until a noise like a smoke alarm came from a small creature hidden in a corner. "Quiet!" the creature said, which Tan repeated until there was silence.

Silence, save for Maybell's labored breathing.

"She's coming!" the creature said. "I hear her!"

The cats in Tan's quarters ran and hid. Soon after, Mrs. Peacock knocked on the door.

"Tan, dear?" she called through the door. "Can you come with me please? I need help capturing some of my birds."

"Coming, Mrs. Peacock," Tan said. "Just give me a moment."

Tan sighed theatrically as he got dressed and strode towards the door. He stopped to lick Maybell's cheek, tasting all manner of sweat and body fluids.

"She's always losing her birds," he said to Maybell with a laugh. "It's the reason she needs me."

With the toms and queens now gone, Maybell gained a moment of clarity from her continuous fuck-fest. She took note of the creature who sounded the alarm, the smallest critter in Tan's big clowder. Unlike the others who all had hid, she never left the safety of her tiny corner.

"Howdy!" Maybell blurted, sitting naked and cross-legged on a pillow. "What's your name?"

The creature glanced about, as if certain Maybell wasn't speaking to her. "Uh... Wolfe," she replied when she realized they were alone.

Maybell got a case of the giggles. "What?" Wolfe asked after a while, grinning a bit herself. Her pretty face was shaped so that it looked like she always smiled.

"That's a funny name for a cat!"

Wolfe grew concerned and turned away. Long bangs of soft gray hair fell down from her forehead, nearly covering her giant yellow eyes. Even so, they shone like electric lights.

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"I dream about your eyes," Maybell said as a way of apologizing.

"Oh," Wolfe said, turning them back onto Maybell.

Maybell stumbled on her feet as she tried to stand. She also stumbled on words as she approached Wolfe.

"They're like, so turned onto me. And so on all the time. Your eyes are on me all the time."

"Oh," Wolfe said again, unsure if she should feel complimented or afraid.

She tried hiding in the over-sized blue robe she was wearing, but Maybell couldn't control her curiosity. Soaked in cat spit, her brains were putty, like fried ice cream left to melt. All she could think about doing was brushing back Wolfe's bangs to expose her bright yellow eyes. Genetic engineering also had covered her body entirely with gray fur.

"You're such a cute kitty!" Maybell burbled.

Wolfe scurried away on all fours. Her hands and arms didn't work properly, as if they were tied together. Maybell's lips twisted with concern. The pheromones in her brain muddied her thinking. She imagined Wolfe to be tortured, or intentionally crippled somehow.

"What's wrong with you?" Maybell asked.

"Nothing!"

"Lemme see!"

"No!"

Maybell fought with Wolfe over her blue robe. The creature seemed unusually scrawny, as if made of toothpicks. Despite being normal in height, she weighed less than twenty kilos. She was no match for Maybell, who soon had her disrobed.

Maybell gasped in horror. "What the heck is that?"

Wolfe turned her pretty eyes to the floor. "I... I'm really not a cat."

"No shit!"

Wolfe had so much bat DNA in her that she'd sprouted wings. "That is not a good thing," Maybell said as a matter of fact.

"I know. But I'm okay."

"You should be taken in for de-engineering."

Despite the latitude given Genetics in regard to their body styling, one thing was against the law. New appendages were not allowed. No extra eyes, no extra arms, no extra feet.

And certainly no wings. "Please don't turn me in," Wolfe begged.

With cat spit pheromones kicking her in the brains, Maybell wrapped Wolfe up in a big bear hug. Her furry body was warm as a furnace.

"You're too pretty to be hacksawed apart."

"Thanks."

"What were you thinking, though, junking on so much DNA?"

"It's not that. Bat DNA is forbidden. I'm kind of the reason why."

Maybell held Wolfe at arm's length. "So... they know about you?"

Wolfe nodded, smiling beautifully. "Sort of. They probably think I'm dead. I seem to keep losing weight."

"Do you eat?"

"Mm-hmm. The fruit here is delicious! Plus, you know. Bugs."

Maybell stuck out her tongue, releasing Wolfe from her hug. She slapped her own face a few times to keep from saying something crude or stupid, and to try clearing her head.

"Can you fly?" Maybell asked.

"I don't know. I'm afraid to try. I'm kind of fragile."

Maybell burst into action. She scurried about Tan's quarters, collecting the sashes from a half-dozen bathrobes. She tied them end-to-end, making one long leash.

"Well, we're about to find out!" she announced with too much cheer.