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Vespidian, Arc 6, Chapter 5

I sat at a private booth. It was like the VIP section and I had it all to myself, well, besides the two cat girls who were waiting upon my every whim and the trio of Kittens. The distant caterwauling and familiar grind of music bumped through the rest of the club. I was thankful to be mostly left alone. My mood was somewhat dark at the moment. It seems that Glitter Kitten was going to give me a going away present, party or something. She had run off after hearing that she got a phone call. It seemed rather important too. Well, not my business. The less that I knew the better. I don’t want her claws any deeper into me than they already are.

My eyes roamed over the two adults that were keeping me company. One was grinding on a pole, while the other had a tray of drinks for the kittens. It was all apple juice. They reminded me of the two ferals that I watched die today. The color schemes were rather similar, the dancing one was tiger striped and the other was a smokey blue color. It made my stomach sick. Normally, right about now, I would be gorging on food to fill my empty and sorrow dripping heart, but they don’t exactly have food. Canned doggy chow was not sounding too appetizing. A bottle of Jager sat, tantalizingly on the table beside me, condensation slowly rolling down the side. My mouth twitched as I motioned and was handed a cup of juice. I was not in the mood to drink, not booze. I killed somebody, again. Sure, they were out of their fucking mind, but god. I made the conscious decision to kill her. It was not a rage filled outburst beyond my control. I did it, willingly. And then I watched their kids get killed. Something is terribly wrong with me.

I need help. I think, I will have a nice long chat with Chief about it. Maybe he will have some insight, some wisdom. If that fails, there is always Medavac. Come to think about it, he has killed a lot of people. If anybody knows how to forget the guilt of taking a life, it would be him. Of course, his coping might just be sex and drinking. Well, won’t know unless I ask. Neon Nurse would probably know something as well. Hmm, come to think about it, I have a lot of good outlets for this. Now, I just need to get the fuck out of here.

I sighed, drooping in the chair. Tired. I kinda just want to sleep. The stripper cat in front of me, tiger striped, started rubbing my leg, while biting her lip. Uh-oh. I don’t like the look of that. I did not know this, until we got back, but apparently since I reek of Glitter Kitten the others more or less think of me as her pet now. In other words, it is like she owns me. I am seriously starting to think she is running a cult down here. It might just be me being paranoid, though. Either way, it is problematic. On one hand, nobody in their right mind would try to harm me. On the other hand, I am getting a lot of jealous as well as lustful glances. It seems word of my exploits from last night has spread like wildfire. It is uncomfortable, to say the least. It is like I am a slab of meat and all these girls are slavering and licking their chops ready to eat me. I am worried for my maidenhood here, well, what is left of it anyway. I am sort of all sexed out at this point, so it is kinda scary.

She started up a lap dance, despite the fact that Snowball was currently occupying my lap. The rounded booty swished back and forth until I slapped it and she recoiled, the tail writhing. It seems that I excited her, which was not at all what I was trying to do. She did not take the hint and came back, attempting to straddle me. That was when Snowball hissed and swatted at her. Their hair stood up, backs arched, and tails puffed out. They even took deep breaths and made themselves look bigger. It was a regular catfight. That was about it, they just growled and angrily stared daggers at one another for ten minutes straight. Rocket and Midnight did not give a damn about it and just played with one another. It seems that the only one that took a real liking to me was Snowball. Of course, that little punishment that they got, for beating me with bats, likely had something to do with it.

At any rate, I think that Snowball deserves some attention since she did fight off that whore cat. I pet at her and she rubbed against me, purring happily. I smiled, whispering with an exaggerated tone, “Oh yes. Who is a good kitty? Snowball is, Snowball is a good kitty.”

She really liked that. It seems my unadulterated affection was not going unnoticed by the other occupants of the room. Envious stares were pointed at the hands, stroking through the soft fur in my lap. Well, I do have four hands and I am only petting one cat. That being said there were five cats in the room. I am getting the feeling that Rocket and Midnight were getting awfully jelly. It might be how their eyes were longingly following my hands. Oh, ho, ho. The paper bag is on the other paw now! I decided to double down on Snowball and ignore the rest of them. She absolutely melted in my claws from all the petting and scratching. I could see their seething despair and writhing jealousy. That is what you get for not letting me cuddle you. Yes, yes, love me! Adore me!

I could not handle it. Their pleading eyes and how they desperately rubbed against my legs. Rocket and Midnight had scooted into my lap beside Snowball. They were just so damned cute, how could I not pet them? They started meowing and rolling around, pawing at me. Gyah, too much adorable all rolled up in little innocent packages. It was more than enough for me to forgive the cold treatment they had been giving me just a bit ago. The children were not the only ones who wanted some lovin. The two stripper cats were edging towards me. Problem was I only had one hand left. I thought it over and figured out a way for it to work. I leaned back and my clawed feet rose up. At first, they did not know what to think and took a somewhat defensive stance.

“Lay down,” I said, pointing at my feet.

They looked between one another, not really understanding. It was only after I grasped one of them and made her lay on the floor that they got it. My closed tripod proceeded to rub up and down her back. As soon as she started purring the other immediately assumed the same position, granted she was crouched with her ass toward me. My foot caressed along her lower back, which made her yowl lowly. Cats truly are simple creatures. All be it capricious at times, though. The kittens were kneading and for some reason attempting to suckle at me. I don’t got nipples you know. They nipped at my hard boobs, trying to find something that was not there. I kind of felt bad about that. It was cute, but then I started thinking about it. It is pretty damned weird. Who the fuck starts trying to milk somebody they hardly know? It seems these little terrors are rather spoiled. Wait does this mean that Glitter Kitten has milk in those C’s? Now that I am thinking about it, her tits ain’t that big, granted, she has six of them. However, the bottom pair were A’s tops. I am probably thinking too much on this, though.

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I sat there, surrounded by low purring and soft fur. It was relaxing and soothing to my soul. I started drifting off to sleep, but then a certain Sub had accidentally let her presence be known. Sub was busy, experimenting with her own personal Glitter Kitten in our head. It seems she was very interested to know if there was milk in dem titties. I am not entirely sure why she even bothered since our mind is malleable, so if she really wanted there to be milk, there would be. Hell, knowing her I would not be surprised if maple syrup came out. Usually, I would be shaking my head at something like that, but at the least, she is staying out of troub- oh, goddammit. Sub, we talked about this. This is not the time, nor the place! If you are going to start up wild tentacle orgies do it where I can’t see or at the least wait until we are alone.

Yes, that is right, shoo, shoo. In the corner! Think of the children, Sub, the children! I had to actually try to ignore her in there, enjoying herself. It was hard, she was a screamer after all. I eyed her. You are sharing that when we go to sleep tonight you know. Don’t you look at me like that. What is with the stingy face? Hey, you started it!

Don’t worry, I will keep the pussycat nice and wet for you.

‘I don’t want sloppy seconds!’

At this rate, you will be lucky to get floppy fourths.

‘Fourths? Who else is in there?’

Well, there is me, myself and the imaginary you.

I spied in there and sure enough, there were five figures. Three of which looked like Vespidian, one Glitter Kitten, and one Vesper. They were all ganging up on the cat. To make matters worse, there was a writhing sea of flesh around them. Hey, keep it PG. How are you even In the mood after what we did last night? Why are you cheating on me with my own imagination anyway!? You fucking whore, Sub.

Let me have my fun, will you? How exactly am I cheating on you? This is literally just a fantasy, see, she said, waved and it all melted into darkness. Only her glowing eyes stared back at me.

‘You know I get paranoid about that shit, Sub. You know I have trust issues. So why do you do it? I swear, it is like you don’t even love me anymore. It is like you are just using me.’

Love you? Look in the mirror you bitch. You literally fucking ignore me. You never listen to me and whenever I want to do something it is no, no, no. Meanwhile, you whine and bitch and moan about not getting your way all the damned time. Well, guess what? Relationships are two-way streets. Give and take. Well, guess what? I am tired of always giving. Maybe I wanna do shit too you know? When was the last time I got to do something?!

‘Well, if you would stop wanting to eat people and drink blood or rape my friends then maybe I would let you! Get a fucking Hobby! Let me remind you that sex is not a hobby. Can’t you make little models or something? I hear gardening is pretty nice. You know something normal. Besides, what about last night? I am pretty sure you had a good fucking time. I sure as hell don’t remember it. You might as well have been cheating on me.’

That was both of us. That is the god damned body, you fucking idiot. I am shielding you from so much shit and I am the bad guy? You would not last a minute without me.

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‘Sub, what the hell is your problem?’

You.

Come on, say what you really mean.

She stared daggers at me and finally said, ‘When was the last time you said: “I love you?” To me? All you ever do these days is yell at me or hit me until I go in the corner. At the least Glitter Kitten seems to care about me.’

Oh please, I rolled my eyes. She does not even know you exist. If anything she cares about me.

‘No, she cares about me.’

No, me.

‘No, ME,’ yelled sub, locking lips with me.

I shoved her off and wiped my mouth, looking at her with disgust. What the fuck was that about?

‘I thought we were doing the whole angry makeup sex thing, again. You know, like usual.’

Where did you get that idea from? Sub, it is not always about sex. In fact, most of the time it isn’t even remotely related to it.

‘My bad, I totally miss read that.’

“Clearly,” I flatly replied.

‘So about that Glitter Kitten.’

What about her? Why are you obsessing over her? Wait a minute… you didn’t. You are totally pussy whipped. Now it all makes sense. Just cause she popped our cherry does not mean you gotta act like a lovesick dog, trying to hump her leg.

‘I am not.’

Stop blushing and maybe I would believe you. Look, Sub, I love you alright and I know you love me too. You don’t need to go chasing some strange pussycat, you got me.

‘Prove it.’

Well… what did you want to do? She was thinking it over. This was one of the times I kinda wish that I could not see and hear what she was thinking. It was a debaucherous mingling of things that really should not be touching. So many tentacles, whoa, whoa! You don’t put pussies on tentacles that is just weird. What are you doing with that octopus? Hey, no. No. Ah.. Not Nicky Mouse. That is going too far. Ok, Sub, I get it. So stop it, will you? Look, when we get home I will let you do whatever you want, so long as it is in our head. Yes, I will even do THAT and you know how much I hate THAT. I am pretty sure Glitter Kitten would run away, screaming, if she had an inkling of what you wanted to do. Give and take, right?

‘You promise?’

Yes.

‘Pinky swear?’

Yes.

‘Cross your heart and hope to die?’

Oh, for fuck’s sake. What are you, five?!

‘That sounds like a no to me.’

Yes, yes, yes and yes. Happy? Are you happy now? She grinned, running in circles. Well, at least that is taken care of. What the hell happened to you anyway, Sub? You used to be reliable. Lately, it feels like you are regressing in age or something. Show me on the doll where the naughty cat touched you. Mmm, mm so I see. Well, try not to have too much fun. I guess, I will go deal with real life.

‘Yes, yes, go deal with that. I will be waiting, not like I can go anywhere.’

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I stirred, drooling slightly. Why do I drool so much? It is embarrassing. I was not even thinking about food or anything so why was I salivating? My blankets of fur were nestled all over me, taking cat naps too. I wonder how long I was out for? It feels like it had been an hour or so, just enough to make me groggy. My eyes roamed over the room and something seemed off. There were six cats nestled around me. Ah, Glitter Kitten had returned. She lay sprawled out above my head on the crest of the large leather couch. Her tail flicked back forth, as her eyes watched me.

“Nyan, nyan, nyan. Awake, I see. Enjoying yourself?” she smirked, rolling over.

“Well, not going to lie. It is pretty nice, all this soft and fluffy.”

“So, you feeling better?”

“I think so. Still want to sleep, though.”

“Nyah, you can sleep later. I got something I want you to do, before you go home. After this, I will take you over in the morning.”

I raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“It is nothing all that bad. I just want you to help carry some of the drugs to a certain place.”

“Why should I? I don’t want to be an accomplice to this crime.”

She snickered, “Nyahaha, you already are an accomplice. You have been since the moment that you helped me look for them. Don’t worry about it, if anybody asks just say you were under duress… I think that is what my Mark said? At any rate, it will be fun.”

“Just have Den Mother do it.”

“I already am, but we need an extra set of hands. Come on, after this, you are in the free and clear. I will make it worth your while. Tonight I show you my special technique. Usually, people gotta pay a lot of money for it.”

Sub liked the sound of that. No. We are not going to partake in the pussycat. Stop glaring at me, will you? We just talked about this. I am not ignoring you. Oh, come on. Fine, fine, I get it. This is the last time. Happy? Good. After this, we are cut off. You understand? Really, I mean it. No more, we are a hero for fuck’s sake. Cuddling with cute kitties is one thing. Sleeping with Villains is another and not ok. These are bad people.

“Fine. Glitter Kitten, let’s just get this over with.”

“You make it sound so hard. Honestly, all you have to do is help carry stuff and stand over to the side. I will take care of everything else.”

“Fine,” I grumbled as she poked at me until I started to move.

The kittens yawned and stretched, rolling off to the sides and the two adults continued sleeping on the floor where I left them. Reluctantly, I followed behind Glitter Kitten. I stared out over the bar, it was just below where the balcony of the VIP room. According to the clock, it was already almost eleven. I guess I nodded off more than I thought. If yesterday was any inclination, things were about to start going crazy in here. The stage was graced by a duo of cat girls nimbly arching their backs and stretching. All the while their clothes progressively got torn off and hurled into the cheering crowd. Smoke drifted up from a fresh blast out of the machine to the side. The cages held naked dancers swaying in the strobing lights.

It seemed like there were more people here than yesterday. Well, I guess it is hump day. Also known as amateur night. It got the newcomers, acclimated and if anybody was rowdy enough in the crowd, they could join in on stage as well. Speaking of which, there were a couple of cops dancing with just their pants on. The girls were going nuts over that. Somehow it reminded me of a certain thing known as ladies night. That got me thinking. Where are all the men? I have not seen a single male subhuman. I guess Rocket would be the only exception, but there should be adults. Just to make sure I was not being paranoid, I scoured over all the dancers, patrons and everybody else… Nothing. What the fuck. With how many people get bit there is no way there are only females.

“Hey, Glitter Kitten,” I said, following her down the stair. “Where are all the dudes?”

“Nyahn? There are guys all over the place. Is there one that caught your eye? I can have him dragged over later.”

“No, I mean like cat men or werewolves and shit.”

“Oh,” she said, thinking on it. “I never showed you, did I?”

“Don’t tell me you killed all the men.”

“Why would we do that? Can’t have no kittens without men.”

“Wait, I thought you guys can get knocked up from like normal people?”

“Oh, we can, it is just a lot less likely. It is pretty hard actually, I certainly have never been preggers from a human.”

“I don’t get it.”

She smirked, walking along with a sway to her hips. “No use thinking, I will show you.”

We walked down a side corridor and steadily went down the stairs. What? Does she have a dungeon in the basement? Two rather large silver haired werewolves stood guard beside a thick metal door. They were not as big as Den Mother, but they were pretty close. They exchanged a nod and the door opened. My antenna squirmed, assailed by a thick stench of manly musk. It was primal and my hearts started beating faster. Snarl and animalistic cries echoed out. A certain excitement crawled through my abdomen. Uh-oh. I spun to flee when Glitter Kitten grabbed my hand and dragged me along. There was no chickening out. I did ask for it after all.

Oh dear god. This is a sex dungeon! The Kitten is a lot kinkier than I thought. I had my suspicions, but now they were confirmed. Apparently, they had re-purposed the extensive vault from the casino to a, well it almost looked like a livestock holding area. There were sectioned off cages that held the males. Each was thick and strong, though there were dents from escape attempts or just getting too rowdy, I could not tell. I thought there would be more. There were only like twenty dudes in here. They were huge, like monstrous in proportion and that included their furry packages. Normally I might whip out a tape measure and see what I am dealing with here, but this was beyond my expectations. Black Thunder still had them beat, though.

“So what do you think?” Asked Glitter Kitten, over the desperate howls of the beast men.

“What should I think? Why are they locked up in here?”

“That is simple. Men tend to get lost in the breeding rut. All they want to do is fuck and so we locked them up, so that we can use them. We have to keep them separate, they tend to not like to share. The other thing they like to do is fight and so every now and again we release them in the Three Headed Dog and let them fight to the death. These are the strongest, most virile among them. Perfect bulls for breeding. We keep the rest at the Three Headed Dog.”

“This is barbaric.”

“Oh please, Nyahaha. They are a step above animals. Feral are a step below animals. Men have their uses, but they are stupid. They have to be controlled or else they will run wild.”

“But they are people.”

She rolled her eyes, “Don’t start with that. We are not people. As such do no apply your morals to us. Trust me on this, this is the best way to deal with them. You act like we torture them. They don’t have to do anything, but eat and breed us. How else do you think we keep our numbers up? A second generation is far more likely to not go feral than someone converted. What is the problem?”

“It just seems wrong.”

“They like it, I assure you. If anything they are rather pampered. Besides for the girls, it is a reward to have children. It is an instinct, you know. We crave it after all.”

“Well, yeah, I know that. Even I have that sort of thing.”

“Oh?” her smirk spread and an eyebrow raised. “Would you care for a ride then? I assure you they are well trained.”

I gulped, looking between her and the plethora of shaggy, hulking men. It was certainly tempting. Something did not seem right about it, though. I felt sorry for them, locked up in her like animals in this dark room. Finally, I tore my eyes away and looked at the floor. There were scratch marks. “I will pass on that.”

“Shame, well, suit yourself.”

She pat me on the back and we walked out, leaving them behind. Wait a minute… Did I just resist a cult induction? Holy fuck! Glitter Kitten really is a cult leader. There might not be some wacky religion going around, but she has all the basics down. It all makes sense now. She is controlling the others through sex and breeding rights. By demeaning and treating them like animals it gives her supremacy. If they do not comply then she beats them down until they do. She has been doing this for years, brainwashing them to see things her way. Since she is the Alpha Female she holds all the rights and if anybody wants anything they gotta go to her or her inner circle to get permission. The more loyal they are to her the more access they get. She said it herself, having kids was a reward. By Lord Helix. I just dodged a fucking bullet. Scary kitty is scary. See, Sub! Cute and cuddly is evil!

‘Now hold the fuck up. Are you sure you’re not jumping to conclusions here? This seems like normal gang shit to me. Of course, there will be a natural hierarchy and hazings. That is how they work.’ said Sub.

The kittens, Sub, What about the Kittens!?

‘Why are you freaking out? We are bouncing after tonight anyway. The kittens will be fine, they are with their mom and in case you have not noticed that bitch is a total momma cat. In other words, nothing is going to survive fucking with them. So calm down, let’s do this last thing. Get some pussy and get the hell out of here.’

You sure?

‘Absolutely. Now stop being a bitch and get it together.’

Fine, fine. This next part should be easy, right? I mean, I just have to stand there, right?