Hello every one it is Saturday and you know what that means.
Vespidian Arc 6, To Skin A Cat
Chapter 1
Light glared in through the parted curtains, making the world blurred. Animal hair, glitter, sparkles and dust drifted in the beams. Pain throbbed through my head, then subsided as my eyes tried to adjust to the still room. A warm floating sensation filled me with peace. It was as though all my stress had melted away. Can't explain why, but I feel like a million bucks. For some reason, everything smelled like cat, wet cat. Though not particularly unpleasant it was musky and strong enough to make most hold their nose.
Not me though my antenna squirmed, drinking in that rich scent. Granted back when I was human this stench would be off-putting, however now that my sense of smell brought in more information such as pheromones and other things that I am still getting used to, this held another meaning. It was almost a form of communication and my antenna were radio towers to pick up on these extraterrestrial signals. The messages I received were along the lines of satisfaction. Somebody had been up all night having sex. The room reeked of it.
My brain was still foggy, so things were not firing off like they should. This dank animal smell was kinda getting me in the mood, yet I felt exhausted to the point it felt like I hardly slept last night. I wonder why that is? Can't exactly remember much of last night. It all just seemed like a blur, snippets and fragments here and there. I wiped the drool from the side of my face only to realize my tongue was hanging out. My mouth was certainly dry. It took a moment to focus on a pair of cat ears that twitched lightly. I like cats, I am no crazy cat lady, though. My hands stroked through some soft fur and a pleasant purr rose in response. Even a cute nyah. That is a good kitty. Wait a minute... Where the hell am I?
I blinked twice and found that I was in a huge bed, laying atop the most comfy plush pillow ever... I was lodged between four huge furry mounds with two warm bodies pressed in against me. To my right soft, short tabby fur, cute little nose with whiskers, and the large pointed cat ears. To the left snow white and fluffy fur, eye patch and the foot tall ears of a rabbit. My brain tingled when I recognized the drooling cat girl and then the slouched bunny girl.
I know these people... However, I do not know what in the hell they are doing here, around me. This must be some kind of dream. That explains it. There is no way Den Mother, Glitter Kitten, and Thumper would be in bed, naked with me, let alone, clinging to me as though I might run off in their sleep. Never thought Thumper would be so soft. She feels like a cloud. She was so good to rub all over, just like a hug pillow and as a result, I coiled around her. I am in heaven. I have some pretty good dreams sometimes.
Her squirms and slight struggling reminded me of a dog having a bad dream. The fur on her ears was the softest and the more that I pet them the harder she struggled. My mouth was like a desert and scratchy to boot. As a result, I coughed and hacked like a seal to dislodge whatever the hell was in there. Out came a huge, sticky hairball... Oh god. I closed my eyes, rubbing them and stared at the wet mass. It was really gross and gooey. Things started to click and my brain seemed to reboot.
'I need a cigar or something after last night,' sighed Sub.
“What now?”
She just grinned at me and I looked around awkwardly. I am missing something here. Why does it feel like I got some serious fucking strange last night? The mortifying realization that this was not a dream came creeping in. Glitter Kitten pawed at her eyes and stretched, yowling and shaking her hips in the air. I looked down and Thumper's eye stared coldly at me. My abdomen felt heavy, so I wearily glanced down to find somebody coiled around it. Nibbles, it was fucking Nibbles! What is she doing there? That being said I can't for the life of me remember how in the hell I ended up in this situation. Why can't it be hot guys! Seriously... What the FUCK did I do last night! SUB!
'Hey now don't you be blaming me. This was a team effort. Tag team and shit, gurl we got the pussy, so what you freaking out about? Seriously, compared to what we do, this was like a four out of ten on the freaky scale tops.'
“SUB!”
'This was like seventy-five percent you and fifty percent me.'
“Sub, where the fuck did you learn math?!”
'From you, you cock slavering whore.'
“I don't see no damned dick!”
'From henceforth we shall be known as the Pussy Slayer, or Raider of the Lost Ass, no wait I got it, the Pussinator!'
“Sub this is not something to be proud of. Oh god, I slept with a Villain!”
'Spoilsport. Villains, by the way. Come on, it was a total blast.'
Thumper was released reactively and she sat up, before doubling over and holding her head. She mumbled something about her ass. Her ears were quivering. It was pretty obvious she had a bad hangover. Nibbles was dripping on me, I shook her off. The Gerbil girl squirmed and curled up going back to sleep, clinging to my leg. Come on now get off. Den Mother shifted, dumping us on the bed. She stood and stretched with a huge yawn. Her fur bristled, then settled, as she shambled out of the door. She did not even look at the rest of us. Not sure if I should feel shame about that or what. A tail coiled around my hand, drawing my attention to the minx at my side.
“Nyow that is what I call a good time. You are a regular party animal, you know.”
I don't like the sounds of that. Last thing I remember was shakily standing on stage and Glitter Kitten trying to make me follow her. After that, everything got all weird. So what the hell did I even do? Sub just waved her hand dismissively. I guess that means there will be no answers from her. There's only one way to find out and I really did not want to do it. Reluctantly, I asked, “What exactly did I do last night?”
Glitter Kitten seemed amused by my distress. A wolfish grin spread across her lips, truly unfitting for a cat and she replied, “I never thought you'd be so rough and that tongue of yours is something else. Well, you really should learn not to chew so hard.”
Chew? What the hell was I chewing on? My eyes gaped at her as she straddled me, she licked her lips. I really don't like the looks of this. “What the hell are you talking about?!”
“You don't remember?” she coyly replied, acting all shy and shit. Don't you try that on me, I know you are a whore cat! I mean god, you have had twenty kids.
“Obviously not, so get off of me and tell me what I want to know.”
“It was breathtaking,” she looked away trembling. “No one has ever done THAT to me before. Let alone all four of us. You are a regular monster you know that?”
Her face became flush for some reason. That is even more concerning! Wait, she is being serious. Just what did I do to make this wild cat act like an innocent school girl? Oh no, no, no, no... is it something that I will have to take responsibility for?! Is there going be a shotgun wedding? No! The rest of my life will be spent down here trying to pay child support and turning tricks for tips just to earn ends meet. It was not just her though was it? What have I done? I don't wanna live in a van down by the river. My life is over! This is why we can't have nice things, Sub!
“I am sorry,” I started crying. What else was I going to do? I am in way over my head! “I will send checks or something, but I can't live down here. Look, if you want I will take them on weekends. I am too young to be a parent!”
Her ear flicked and she gave me a very puzzled look. “Take what on the weekends? What are you talking about?”
“I got you knocked up, right?” I returned her perplexed look granted mine was more frightened.
“Hold your clam for a second. What the hell are you on about? How would you get me preggers? We are both girls you kno- well, maybe you are not. Hmm, oh boy, not again,” she tilted her head quizzically, thinking things over. Finally, she raised a finger and scratched the side of her face. “Well, if it is any consolation it was a wild ride. Why are you freaking out about this anyway? You are the one who came onto us.”
My eyes lifted from my hands, “Us? Oh dear god. What have I done?!”
“Relax will you? Look, just calm down. If I start popping out grubs or something, I will know it was you. Then we will have a nice long talk and you better know that I am going to wear the pants in our relationship.”
“That makes it so much worse!”
“We will worry about it when we get there. Cool your tits bitch. This ain't my first rodeo. I will get back to you in like a month if I blow up like a whale.”
I sighed, “Oh, thank god. Wait, then what the hell did we do last night?”
She scratched her ear and smirked, “The better question would be, who didn't you do last night?”
“What the hell does that mean!” I gawked at her.
Glitter Kitten laughed wagging her finger at me, “You were seriously pent up. Oh, you really are something to skin my cat like that and not even remember it. Let alone what you did to Nibbles and Thumper. Let's just say you might be my new favorite toy.”
“Stop beating around the bush and tell me!”
“Well, you were rather touchy feely. Got some real balls on you. Nobody besides me and Titus ever motorboats Den Mother. At one point you screamed 'Call me Caesar cause I am about to toss your salad!' Things got real out of hand from there. Then you were like 'I have never had a threesome before!' and then I said, 'Let's make it a foursome.' I would never have thought you were that kind of gurl. Well anyway, it was a unique experience, to say the least. You were-” she cleared her throat and gave a thumbs up, with a wink, “skilled with your oral exam, you passed if I do say so myself. You were a kissing monster last night, never had a tongue make me fuller than a dick before. I thought I was going to choke to death. You could make a living off of this you know, take it from somebody who does.”
I don't want to hear that! I coughed again and spat out another ball of hair it was not as big as the first one, but I could feel there was more in there. Now that I look at her I can see where all that hair had come from. Her pussy was bald, just yesterday she had a sizable mane down there. There was even a clump missing from her collarbone that was unmistakably the size of my mouth.
My eyes wandered to Nibbles and from what I could see thankfully not too much was done to her. Well, at the least I can hope. There is no telling what happened on the inside. The best case scenario I did not leave all those hickeys on her neck. Thumper had stood up at this point. Wheezy and wobbling, it seems she can't handle her booze well. There were several red, clawed hands imprinted on her well-rounded booty. Yup, that was definitely me. It looked like somebody had really gone to town on her. Never drinking again unless there are only dudes around. How the hell did I not jump at some hard throbbing manly men!? I blame you Sub. Come to think of it... What did I do to Den Mother?
“Your fucking pussycat is nuts, though. Never seen anything like it before, nor felt anything like it either.”
“Felt?”
“Well yeah, you whiped it out and started waving it around, got us all riled up and then you started shoving it into people. Those bumps are insane though.”
“Forget it. I will act as though this night never happened,” I rubbed my face. Scrub, scrub, scrub mental scrub! Wipe clean this filth from my mind.
“Such talent wasted,” she clicked her tongue. “Come on, you know you wanna join my gang. Think about how fun it was. We do this kind of stuff like every day.”
“I don't like Villains alright. This is all wrong. This was all a mistake!”
She raised an eyebrow and laughed. Her hands started roaming my chest and though she tried to be sensual about it, well my tits are like steel and it is not like I have nipples. She purred, “How can you say that with a straight face after the amount of furburger burglarizing you did last night. Now if it is the trouser snake you want we get more than enough of that. You saw all those randy men ready to pounce a tight twat. So really I do not understand, why you are resisting it this much? Join us already. You belong here. You are a natural. Who cares about being some stupid hero anyway?”
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“Last night was a fluke alright. So no. I won't join your gang. Let's just find those drugs, so I can go home.”
Glitter Kitten had a very sour look on her face. It was clear that she was not going to give up that easily. Why?! Come on, just leave me alone. I wanna go home, take a cold shower and cry in the corner for a week. Seeing that she had no effect on a top attack, her hands started creeping between my legs. Too bad for her there is nothing there... Oh no, she knows! Her fingers danced along the abdomen as it squirmed away from her. Gathering my strength I threw her off. Damn it, just like last time I could not really touch her. She moves with the momentum, so it is hard to actually hit her with anything. Is it Super Speed or Reflexes? Wait, does that mean she is like Nicky Mouse?
Nibbles stirred, rubbing her puffy cheeks. “So sore,” she groaned shifting a little and stretching. The Gerbil gave me a long look, “It took so long to pacify you. You were veracious, seriously, you were so pent up. When was the last time you got laid? Hmph, and people call us animals.”
I silently scowled at her. Finally, I looked at Glitter Kitten who was inspecting the damages in a mirror. “Hey, I have been wondering. What exactly is your Super Power, Glitter Kitten?”
She turned with a smug grin, “Nyahaha. Does the little Meowsy want to know? What will I get in return I wonder, I wonder? Maybe I will tell you if you eat me out again.”
“Why the hell should I give you something? I told you what my power was.”
She gave me a strangely cold look, “That my little Meowsy was your mistake. After all, now I know that I can beat you to within an inch of your life and in a few hours, you will be fine to repeat the process. Here is a tip little miss Hero. Never tell your enemy your power. You might as well be telling them your weakness. Especially don't tell what Rank you are if you do blab or your opponent has fought you before. Then again, you can always bluff people by telling them a rank lower or higher than your actual one and telling them skill sets that you do not have or are not that powerful. In other words, don't be an idiot. Granted, you heroes have it a little rough in that regard since the news reporters will hound you to get the info and websites will document you without consent. We, villains, have it a bit easier since if anybody comes snooping we can just kill them.”
“I know that Den Mother is a rank 5.”
“Is she?” replied Glitter Kitten in a playful tone that made me question myself.
That is not good. How much do I really even know? A chill ran up my spine. Could they actually be stronger than what people think and are holding back for some reason? Then again, it would not be surprising for them to get stronger by training, hell my scrub ass did it in two months. Thanks to the advice of others, but still. These people have been like this for years, so really it would be surprising if they did not grow in power. Could Glitter Kitten be a Rank 7? Somehow I doubt that. If she was, people would have noticed. She is probably a 6 point something. The real problem is what the hell is her power? Chief said it is Super Speed, but she has strength too. It is concerning.
She grinned at my pondering, “Think as much as you like. If you really want to know then you have to join my gang. However, naturally, I will not tell you right away. Can't have you dining and dashing after all. My little Furburglar. I will treat you real nice you know? You can be my pet.”
“Thanks for the off, but no. I don't want to be anybody's pet. You know, you are not what I was expecting. I had heard all this bad stuff about you, but I am not getting those vibes from you.”
“Don't let this cute and cuddly exterior fool you. It is all true you know? I am a terrible person. I have killed, maimed, tortured, extorted, bribed, whored, kidnapped and of course, there are the drugs.”
“Why are you so nonchalant about everything?”
She circled with a purring laugh, “Life is boring if you don't have fun. It is dull, lifeless, dark, cruel and not worth living if you just go about day by day, following a routine at a dead end job. Of course, I would not know a thing about those things. I have never had a legit job in my life.”
“What about your kids, though? Surely you understand this is not good for them.”
Her tail flicked... That is not a good sign. “You telling me how to raise my Kittens? What would you know about children? Nyah, you must have lived in a bubble your whole life. The world is a rather vicious place, my kittens are lucky to have me and I am lucky to have them. It is a cat eat dog out there.”
“It doesn't excuse what you are doing.”
“You know what the difference between me and you is? Experience. I have been through much worse than you have. Even though we are the same age. Our lives have been very different.”
“Wait, how do you know how old I am?”
“I looked you up on the Hero League Web Site. Every hero has a bio you know. They usually don't lie about age.”
“So I see... I have been through some shit too you know. Somehow I doubt you have ever been dissected while alive. You are a bad parent. Teaching your kids how to do crimes and stuff. It is no excuse.”
She laughed to the point that she rolled all over the bed. I noticed though that it sounded strange, dark. Then out of the blue, she kicked me and I crashed into the wall, punching a hole through it. My carapace splintered in a few places, oozing my yellow blood and the pain was rushing up to meet my brain. The blow had made things a little fuzzy and numb. She grabbed me by the head, lifted me back up. Glitter Kitten stared down.
Her voice fluctuated, rising in volume as she went on and the raw emotion overwhelmed me, by the end she was nearly crying, the only thing keeping her sorrow back was her rage, “A bad parent? You know, usually I could not care less about what people say about me, but when you insinuate that I mistreat my kittens, well the claws are going to come out. I am doing a rather good job with what I have. I am teaching them how to survive in this world. You know nothing of our lives.
“A bad parent beats their children in a drunken rage four times a week or more. A bad parent pimps their kids out on the corner since the age of eight and then takes all the money to buy more booze and crack. A bad parent makes their kids dig through trash to find food or suck him off for table scraps. A bad parent gets their kids addicted to crack and forces them to sleep in a dog house so that they would shut the fuck up and stop crying every night! Don't you fucking tell me what a bad parent is. I know it, I lived it!”
I was stunned into silence. It took a moment to process all of that. Holy shit. I figured she grew up sort of downtrodden, but fuck man. Just about anything would be better than that. I started crying, not from pain or anything as far as this went on my threshold it was a three, tops. No these were genuine tears of sadness. I know she is a villain, but... Shit. No one should ever have to grow up like that. I hope those pieces of shit are dead. It made me realize how blessed I had been. Next time I see dad, I am going to give him a bear hug and not let go for like an hour.
“You have any siblings?” I asked, looking away. I could not make eye contact.
“Not anymore, not since the outbreak,” she replied. “I had a little sister, but when the radioactive animals came through, both of us got bit. Of all things it could have been, it was a rat. If it was a cat, then things might have been different. The change is not immediate you know, you have lived it. It takes days, weeks sometimes. She went feral. I tried to reason with her for a long time, locked her in a cage where she could not hurt anyone. In the end, it was better just to put her down. It was not her in there anymore.”
“What happened to your parents?” I asked. I knew that it was a land mine, but I wanted to know.
She smiled, it was a blissful face and yet there was a sea of malice below it. She purred, “I killed them. Tore my papa's dick off and shoved it down his throat, he choked on it. It was so satisfying to watch him squirm and worm across the floor in terror. Then I strangled my mom, that filthy crack whore who dragged me and my sister out every day, selling us to her friends and dealer just so she could get her next fix. I could have died right then and there without a single regret, yet I did not. No, I lived, I prowled, I had almost become feral myself, but then Butch found me and dragged me home.”
“I don't get it if you went through something like that then why would you sell drugs?”
“Desperation. I would do anything for my Kittens. I have killed for them, sold my body, cheated, stolen and yes, I have even done the very thing that I despise most. The difference though is I would never harm them, never mistreat them and if they don't eat, I don't eat.”
I was silent for a little while. That could have been me. If things had played out differently. If Molotov had not stopped me from killing my mom. If I had bumbled my way home instead of being abducted I could have turned into something worse than this and killed my dad. If Chief had never picked me up, what the hell would have happened to me? If I had children would I love them that much? Could I just idly watch as the world mocked them, treated them like monsters? I don't know, something tells me that I would not, though. I stared at her. Though we are not the same I felt that she was like a warped image of myself. Me if things had gone differently. The thought sent shivers through my body.
“I am sorry,” I said.
“Why are you sorry? You did not know, you could not have known. I mean shit, we have only known each other for one night. A very personal and intimate one, but still it is not very long.” she smacked me on the back, grinning. “The past may shape the present, but it is the future that is not set in stone. We can always change the future, you know. You can't live shackled to the past, or else you are going to miss your future. My Kittens are my future, what is yours?”
“I don't know.”
“It would be kinda weird if you did know, after all, that is the meaning of life. It is different for everybody. Nyahaha.”
I smirked, “You are high again, aren't you?”
“As a kite. Want some catnip? It is pretty good. It is only mildly addicting with none of the bad withdrawals you get from other crap,” she extended a potted plant.
“I will take a rain check on that.”
“If you stare at the ground you will never see the wide blue sky.”
“If you stare at the sky you will fall in a hole.”
She chuckled heartily, “Nyahaha, true, true. You know I am going to miss you.”
“Where am I going to go?”
“Well home, right? I mean once we find that cocaine you are probably going to dip out. Unless of course you actually wanna stay here,” she said hopefully.
“Well, that is true, I might come and visit, maybe. So why are you going to miss me?”
“There are various reasons. For one that tongue of yours is simply divine. Down there you taste like honey by the way. Then there is that smell you put out, it drives me wild. You might be my new drug, so you better come down here and give me my fix.”
I scratched the side of my face with a slight smile, “I'll uh, think about it. You gotta let me play with the kittens, though.”
“Of course.”
“Then I don't really see a problem with it. Can we just keep this between you and me, though... Well, maybe Thumper too, but it is super awkward with Nibbles and Den Mother watching.”
“More for me. Nyahaha this little kitty likes her some big fishies. So, you ready for an adventure?”
“I guess?”
“Alright, let's go find that bugger sugar!”