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Arc 6, To Skin A Cat, Chapter 2

Arc 6, To Skin A Cat, Chapter 2

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Vespidian Arc 6, To Skin A Cat, Chapter 2

    We made our way through the Sparkle Kat. Bodies were strewn about, victims of too much fun and copious amounts of drugs or alcohol. I had to stifle a laugh since there were a few naked cops in the hanging cages. Their clothes dangling from various objects. They were passed out just like everybody else. Den Mother sat at the bar, listing slightly. She was not in good shape and looked exhausted. What I smelled to be tomato juice was in that glass in front of her, so it must be a Bloody Mary. Glitter Kitten waved and she vaguely waved back.

    Among the casualties from last night, I saw the jacket that I had been wearing. Somehow I had grown a little attached to it. I pulled at it from under a tabby haired werecat and she coiled around it, not letting go. Fucking whore cat! I yanked and she pulled right back. It was a tug of war. I doubted that the jacket would survive for long. The cat was not even fully awake, she was using it as her blanket. I gave up a frontal attack since it would rip the sleeve off most likely. Pondering for a moment I crouched down next to her, as she rolled over snuggling up. Hmm, how to get it free? An idea came to me, an insidious and evil scheme!

    My smile spread, as I lifted up her feet. She made a soft meow when I did. My fingers wiggled and I spread her clawed toes. My top hands worked in between the toes and the bottom ones started lightly brushing the sole of her foot. The pads were so soft and it was impossible not to squish them and poke them. She squirmed. I increased the pace until she was frantically struggling in my grasp, yowling and giggling uncontrollably.

    Yes, yes! Feel the wrath of the tickle torture! It was my dad's special move when I was a kid and was being naughty, so I could testify it's effectiveness. She tried desperately to crawl away, but I would not let her. Bad kitties need to be punished! She bucked and kicked, however, I continued the attack. It was only when she could hardly breathe from hysterically laughing and crying at the same time did I let her go. She promptly escaped, scuttling across the room, flopped down with her ass in the air and scooted around. I have no idea what that is about. Maybe her feet fell asleep? I claimed my prize and slipped it back on. Eww, it is wet. That bitch drooled on it!

    Glitter Kitten had an amused look on her face. She had been watching the whole time. Odd that she did not try to stop me. Although I did not actually hurt the cat, so no harm, no foul. Granted I may have traumatized her a little bit. Well, that is what she gets for not letting go.

    It was only now that I realized that there was a bit of money in my pants. Not in the pockets, in them. Why am I wearing a g string? Where the hell did all this come from? This is like mine right? Something tells me I earned it, although I probably should be ashamed of it. Not entirely sure why I feel that way. It was almost like I got tips for tricks...  Shit, hearing what I did last night I likely whored myself out. God, I am such a slut. Sub we need to control ourselves here.

    'Nothing wrong with being a sexually active person. Not like we can spread diseases.'

    “Well, that is true. Although, who is to say that I am not some space aids carrier? I mean, my

blood is poison to humans, so what are my other secretions?”

    'Hey, don't you feel that?'

    “Feel what?”

    'Exactly. Notice how we are not obsessing over mating with something? It is cause we scored last night and got it out of our system.'

    “So how long until it comes back?”

    'No clue. With our sex drive? Who knows?'

    “If it is like this now, how bad is it going to get once I can lay eggs?”

    'Not going to lie. I'm a little scared about that. Worst case it is going to be all that we think about and likely all we will be doing. Best case maybe we will get a handle on it.'

    “Well, hopefully, we don't go nuts.”

    It appeared to be time to go. The door opened up illuminating the gloom and I covered my eyes from the glare. Fuck me, it was bright out here. I squinted as shapes started to form, slowly the world came together. Birds chirped, the sun was shining and nothing could possibly go wrong. Not a moment after I thought that did one hell of a clatter rising up down the street. Several mutant rats ran from a pack of large cats. They scuttled around a corner in the distance. I heard the yowls and screams of fighting. Then deep barking resounded and the whole lot of them doubled back, fleeing from a pack of hulking mutant dogs. The cats climbed poles or ruined buildings and the rats dove into their burrows. The dogs clawed at the holes and barked up at the hissing cats.

    Apparently, this was normal since Glitter Kitten did not even bat an eye at it. She led the way and so, I followed. I kept looking over my shoulder, trying to figure out if I should be worried or not. Our first destination was the Three Headed Dog, fighting pit. Along the way she explained the local wildlife a bit to me. It seems that the early morning clear to nighttime was when the critters all got active since the Subhumans were typically sleeping. During the night they hid out. The wild ones were scared of the animal people, but the domesticated ones were well on their way to being trained if they were not already. I could see the merits to this since some of those dogs were as big as a cow. The cats were big as well, most of them were as large as a mountain lion and they used to be house cats. One of the scarier things was that they had learned pack hunting.

    Plants were another thing that had changed from the radiation. Though it was significantly less since this place was not actually radioactive. The thing was they grew faster, of course on a year like this it did not matter since there was no water and they had mostly shriveled up and died. On a good year though it was rather noticeable since they got bigger than they should too. After hearing that, I looked over the varied weeds. Mostly just dandelions and crabgrass. It was not that bad here. I was hop- I mean dreading that they would be like man eating plants or something.

    The streets in this area were well traveled and the sides had been barricaded to keep things out. It was not particularly early at this point, in fact, it was likely almost noon. The sun was overhead when we arrived before a small stadium. That being said it was still larger than two football fields and probably three stories tall. There were chunks missing from the wall to our side and farther down a whole section had collapsed. From the looks of it, I am guessing that a missile or something hit it.

    The archway inside led through darkened tunnels of dingy old concrete. Distantly the low calls of animals bounced around the walls. Most were mere murmurs, but there was the occasional growl that would make all my little hairs stand up. The stench of beasts filled this place, there were a lot in here. Claw marks dragged along the floor and walls, old and fresh blood stains not a day past in some cases. This did not seem like a happy place.

    We emerged out into the stands. Chairs sat in rows clear around, though a few were missing, others were damaged and some lay in the walkways. Down below on the football field, the fencing had been reinforced with a doubled layer to keep the animals from getting loose. Near the top razor wire created an extra bit of deterrence, though I doubted that it would do much if a radioactive animal made a break for it. Light stands every fifty feet or so to keep the place lit at night. Most of them had a few burnt out bulbs. What looked like an obstacle course spanned the arena. Most of the bare ground had holes dug in it, little trenches in some cases. The mutant animals were elsewhere for now, likely in the team locker rooms underground. I could assume that kennels or something equivalent was set up down there. It seemed that during the day there was not much going on here.

    The fresh air blew on a slight breeze and the blazing sun stared down at us. This was looking like it was going to be a hot day. It was already in the nineties and it had not even hit the peak yet. Glitter Kitten stretched and yawned. Her fur bristled up for a second, then settled back down. She found a nice shaded spot, padded at it a few times and curled up ready to take a cat nap. It was cute, although, we really should be finding those drugs. She looked so relaxed and it felt wrong to disturb her. I wrestled with myself over what to do. It was a losing battle, though. The soft and fluffy won out. I took off my jacket and set it for her to use as a pillow.

    I sat beside her, letting bottom righty pet through her hair. It was a win, win I suppose. I get my daily dose of cuddles and she gets a good petting. Glitter Kitten seemed to enjoy the attention, she rolled onto her back, exposing her belly. I ruffled the hair back and forth, idly following the ups and downs of her breasts. She liked that, a little too much if you ask me. She had some perky nips and she shuddered every time I brushed one. I was not even trying to feel her up or anything. I just wanted to pet her, but I am getting the feeling she wants to turn this into something else. Something not very PG at all with how musky she was getting. For now, I should be safe, though.

    I let Sub auto pilot the arm, stroking the naughty kitty. Meanwhile, I looked over the map in our head. Hmm. Let's see, so if here is the Sparkle Kat and here is Three Dog... Then almost straight west of here is the cocaine stash. Then, what the fuck is the Honey Badger? According to the map, it is right next to the Stash assuming, of course, this thing can be trusted. Somehow, I was getting a bad feeling about this badger. Don't know why. It kinda feels like a gnawing sensation in my right ar- AHH! Damn it, Glitter Kitten!

    What did you do, Sub?! How did this happen? Don't you fucking lie to me. You were on petting patrol, so how did you fuck that up! Either Sub was telling the truth and this was unprovoked or she was devoted to her lie. Hard to tell which, though, it is true cats get riled up if you rub their tummies. Well, she is very cat like. It makes sense. True to her catkin, she had turned on me. Jesus those nails are sharp! Her claws dug into my arm and she was latched onto me, biting and scratching. Not sure why she was purring the whole damned time. At the least act like you are not enjoying my pain.

    “It hurts! Glitter Kitten stop it will you?”

    “Nyoooo,” she yowled, before nipping at me again.

    I waved my arm, trying to dislodge the cat girl, to no avail. She was on me tighter than a tick. Owe, owe she is really starting to draw blood here. I swung my arm down like a hammer and she scuttled to the opposite side of it, avoiding the impact. The only one who got hurt here was me when my arm cracked against the thick concrete ground. I winced, watching as a fracture ran up my carapace. Gonna feel that for a while. How do you stop a cat from attacking you? I don't know.

     I spun around, hoping that the rotation would get her dizzy or something, anything really. She was perfectly fine, me on the other hand, well I was a wobbling mess. My footing came loose and I fell back with her atop me. The world kept spinning and I was at my wit's end. Then I noticed something... Sub had been wiggling her fingers and ruffling up her belly this whole time. I seized back control and with the death of my movement, also came the end of the attack. Or at the least, it should have. Glitter Kitten resumed after a few moments. Why!?

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    Then it came to me. I remembered that cat my friend had in high school. The little fucker was just like this. Let you pet her and then she would roll over, let you get her stomach only to turn on you. She would claw the shit outta my arm every time too. How did I stop her? That is right, I smothered her in love. It also helped to have gloves and a thick sweater. I know what I must do now. I had to attack. They react to weakness and prey upon it. So I gotta not pull back and instead dive in, just like if a dog bites you.

    I coiled around Glitter Kitten, all four arms. She did not like that, really did not like that. I could assume that she felt trapped. Come to think about it, this is the first time that I have gotta a good feel for her weight. Usually, she is like a damned ghost and I can't get a firm hold on her. She was light, like really light, can't be more than a hundred and thirty pounds. Has she not been eating right? Well, I can think about that later. Now I have got you little kitty! My hands roughly went over her, this way, that way and even side to side. It drove her wild and she fought my grasp. She was yowling the whole time. It seems that I am stronger than her, or at the least, she is not serious enough to actually use her real power.

    I am starting to think that Glitter Kitten is an attention whore. It makes sense, oddly enough. Her parents abused her and neglected her, this would damage just about anybody. As a result, now she has daddy issues, explaining her ravenous sexuality and her loose morals. She did not get enough love from her mother and now she is seeking comfort through any means. It might be attention and fawning that she gets from stripping or it could be the love she gets from her children. It is a little sad to see her trying so desperately to give her children what she never had, a childhood. It is heart warming. Then again this is all just conjecture and my own delusions. Although if it was true, then I could manipulate the shit out of her.

    “Who's a good kitty? You're a good kitty, yes you are, yes you are,” I smirked, rubbing her all over. She liked that, meowing lowly.

    Well, animals like it when you talk down to them like that, so I was kinda taking a gamble here. It sort of paid off. She calmed down, no longer biting or scratching. I pat at her, making damned sure not to touch her stomach, that was her attack button. Everywhere else was just fine. I dug my thumb in, kneading it just above her tail as a result, it was puffed up with hair. I kept stroking her under the chin, rubbing the neck a little and of course scratching her head in between the ears. A low rumbling purr emanated from her chest, she was rather content to just lay there in my lap, being pampered. I could do this all day however, there was still the pressing issue that should be taken care of as quickly as possible.

    I let her go and she just looked at me blankly. She had that, pet me more look in her eyes. She rubbed her head against my leg, while she circled on all fours. It appeared that she did not want to stop. She arched her back scratching her side against me. Serious what the hell is wrong with her? It is like she is my pet now or something.

    I wonder if I can keep her? Maybe I can smuggle her into my room and she can sleep under the bed. I think Sunshine might be on board for that. Gonna have to give her a nice long bath, though, she smells. It would be so adorable to dress her up like a neko maid, but first I need to get a collar with a name tag and leash. She has to get her shots too. I don't know if I could deal with any more kittens, so it would probably be good to get her spade can't have her whore catting out there and getting preggers on me. Granted, I am thinking too highly of myself here. Glitter Kitten likely sees me as her new scratching post. And it is bad that I am thinking of her as an animal. She is a people damn it. It doesn't matter how cute she is, I can't have her as a pet. It is just wrong. That and I can't keep her anyway, she would be thrown in jail.

    I stared at the carefree cat girl, rolling around on the ground, bathing in the sun. My hopes thoroughly crushed by reality. I looked away, scratching my chin and my eyes fell on a familiar trio of little heads poking up from behind a diving wall, about twenty feet away. They ducked down to stay out of sight, but it was already too late. I might not be able to take Glitter Kitten home, however, her kids have no criminal records yet, at the least I hope not.

    “Hey, Glitter Kitten,” I said looking down at her.

    “Nyeas?” she asked, laying there lazily.

    I looked around awkwardly, trying to figure out how to word this. “I was eh, wondering. Um... I, could I like have one of your kids?”

    Our eyes met and her playful manner was no more. Her tail swished and I realized I fucked that up. She seemed to actually be thinking about it, though. “What would you do with one of my Kittens?”

    “I said that badly, I meant adopt. I would feed them and pet them and love them.”

    She smiled slightly, “No.”

    “What? Why not?”

    “Isn't it obvious?” she asked and I shook my head. “Sub Humans are not allowed outside of the Slums. We are dangerous, one of my kittens is as strong as a grown man.”

    “I could work something out. Please?”

    “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, Nyah, but, how do you even know if you will be going home? The way things are going, you will be staying down here.”

    “Well, that is true.”

    “Think about it this way. You might not be able to take one of my Kittens with you, but if you stayed here and joined my gang, I would pick one out for you. It would not be right away, of course, we may have gotten down and dirty, but that don't mean anything when it comes to my babies. Trust has to be earned after all.”

    Shit, she is right. If I don't get that stash, then I ain't going nowhere. I have been putting the horse before the cart so to speak. Alright then let's get this dealt with.

    'Or we could stay here,' whispered Sub.

    Whoa, whoa, hold your damned horses, Sub. Look Glitter Kitten seems alright, but you have to remember that these people almost killed me, us, they kidnapped us. Don't tell me you are going Stockholm on me? It has been one fucking night! It is the kitten pussy, isn't it? What about Sunshine, Chief, Medavac or Neon Nurse? We have friends up there. Look the cats might be cuddly, but we should not trust her. This is a villain we are talking about here. She is using us and most likely lying about everything. I don't care how good the sex was, something just ain't right about this whole thing. Now look we can visit and get our pussycat dosage when we need it, but down here is not the life for us, especially not the life of crime.

    'Alright, let's find the drugs and get this over with,' said Sub meekly.

    “You are not going to protest? That is surprising.”

    'Well, no use in worrying about it. We will decide when the time comes. At any rate keep an open mind about this, there are good merits to both.'

    Sub had some good points, but I wanted out of here. The main reason? Honestly, it is food. They got none, besides pet food and I like people food. Sure sex is nice, but I can live without it. Food, on the other hand, is well, one of my vices so to speak. I am the live to eat sort of people. If they were not criminals then I would not have much of a problem with it. I had seen this sort of thing before though, it was on tv actually. A documentary about gangs.

    What Glitter Kitten was doing is a recruitment tactic. They show you the fun side, the spoils of their ill-gotten gains. It gets you hooked and wanting more. Then when you crave it they let you in on criminal stuff, usually, it is not bad at the start. They want to ease you into it. Then it escalates slowly at first, but the rewards make you want to do it. The bigger the job, the bigger the reward. It was a very simple tactic. Molotov even used it on me, though her favorite seemed to be the carrot and stick principle. Cults use this stuff too. If they can control how you feel, then they can control what you do. Maybe I should thank Molotov if it was not for her and experiencing it first hand I probably would have fallen for it. For now, I will play along. If she keeps her word then all is well, if not well then I will have to find a way to escape.

    I glanced over the kittens, making sure that they did not notice. Snowball, Midnight, and Rocket were sniggering over there, likely plotting something. Unfortunately for them, so was I. When they looked away I ducked down and scuttled up the stairs out of sight. I stalked around the side of the concrete divider and arrived at the top corner on their side. They were roughly twenty feet away, downhill from me. Snowball peered over the little wall wondering where I went. With a grin, I went along to the next row and got behind them. Sneaking up on the three was a slow process, they had good ears so I had to be quiet.

    Rocket leaned over the wall with his hand over his eyes, fruitlessly looking for me. Hehehe, they don't even know I am coming. The three curiously emerged and went out to where I had been. They looked around and I took the place where they had just been. Midnight smelled the air a bit, getting near the ground. For a long moment I thought that she was going to follow my trail instead, she went up the stairs to a large booth-like structure. The other two followed. I slunk along until they were a mere five feet away.

    The trio had relocated to an enclosed room that overlooked the stadium. The glass had been broken out at some point, letting the wind flounce through the room. The chairs in here were cushioned, though they had not been holding up so well. Most were scratched up. It was nice and shady, and cool in here. The perfect place to take a nap.

    They started sniffing when the wind changed direction and I was just about to pounce, when I smelled something too, Glitter Kitten. I turned to realize that I was not the only one stalking. It seems that the hunter was the hunted all along. She was crouched not ten feet behind, ready to attack, tail in the air and bottom wiggling. She sprung forward tackling me. I squirmed and fought, but she was stronger and I ended up rolling over in submission.

    “Nyahaha. That was fun,” she smirked down at me.

    The kittens were laughing, it seems that they knew all along and were acting as bait. They came over and started pawing at my face. This, this was not so bad. Glitter Kitten got off of me and I hugged Snowball. I pet her and she purred. It made the others jealous and they rubbed up against me. Each of my hands pats at a head or scratched at chins. All this soft and fluffy fur flowing between my fingers. Their deep chested purring was rather soothing. I snuggled up with them for a long time.

    I lazily watched the sun move across the sky and a realization came to me. What the fuck am I doing?! I need to find those damned drugs. Glitter Kitten is distracting me. Damn my short attention span and love of cuddling! Shit, I must have wasted three hours here already. I wiggled free from the sleeping cats, though it woke them. Glitter Kitten stretched with a heavy yawn and pawned at her eyes.

    “Nyn, nyn, nyn? What gives?”

    “I think I know where to look.”

    “Oh? Well, that was a nice nyap. Shall we?”