Finding Trix (Felines of Furyne Book 3)

by L. M. Brown

  FINDING TRIX

  By

  L.M. Brown

  Copyright

  FINDING TRIX

  Copyright © 2019 by L.M. Brown

  First E-book Publication: June 2019

  Cover design by Sheri McGathy

  Editor: No Stone Unturned Editing

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The Licensed Art Material is being used for illustrative purposes only; any person depicted in the Licensed Art Material, is a model. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of international copyright law, subject to prosecution. Any eBook format cannot be legally loaned or given to others. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission of the author.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Table of Contents

  Author Note & Warning

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  More MPreg Stories by L.M. Brown

  About the Author

  Also by L.M. Brown

  Author Note & Warning

  Warning: This story contains vaginas as well as cocks.

  By way of explanation, some of the feline humanoid aliens in these stories are born with fully functioning male and female sex organs, which enables them to carry babies. The dual-gendered characters who feature as main characters in my stories have a dominant gender of male and are sexually attracted to other males. If you read all the stories, you will meet others who differ. Some are female dominant, some are attracted to the opposite sex, etc.

  These aliens are therefore a form of intersex characters and they engage in sexual acts involving both their male and female parts.

  If you are offended by intersex characters and/or any part of their genitalia, my stories are not for you.

  Chapter One

  Trix wandered through the crowded gambling room, weaving around tables and customers as he searched for someone who might be open to the suggestion of spending a little time with a hungry feline.

  The room was crowded and smelled strongly of the fruity alcohol that was the latest popular beverage of the masses. He couldn’t drink the stuff himself, but the smell was far more pleasant than some of the other foods and drinks.

  His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t fed in a couple of days.

  So much for never going hungry when you lived on the Pleasure Station. That was a big fat lie, right up there with the whole everyone has a mate out there for them rubbish.

  When he’d left Furyne, Trix hadn’t really intended to end up working as a paid whore on the largest space station of its kind. Oh no, he’d had bigger plans than that, but here is where he was, vying for the attention of the pleasure seekers in the hope of getting fed.

  He glanced up at the station clock and saw it was still an hour away from the time the main theatre would close. If he hadn’t found anyone by then, he would head over to the exit and see if any of the customers there were looking for some company.

  “Hey, Trix!”

  At first he couldn’t place where the voice had come from, but then he saw Valerie waving at him from where she was working one of the card tables. The human had ended up on the Pleasure Station after she had been purchased by the owners, and she had made no secret of her revulsion over the idea of selling her body. After one too many violent incidents with customers, she had been taken off the list of whores, and was now earning her keep by dealing cards or serving drinks in the gambling halls.

  Trix liked her sense of humour and cheery disposition, though he didn’t expect her to be at the Pleasure Station for long. There had been other humans here before she had been bought, but they had been rescued—or stolen—depending on your point of view. Trix suspected that, as soon as word got to the humans in the area that another of their people was here, they would spirit her away too. She had confided in him that the knowledge that her people would come for her was the only thing stopping her from making repeated attempts to escape. Unlike Trix, Valerie was a prisoner of the owners of the Pleasure Station, and not there of her own free will.

  “What’s the matter, Val?” he asked as he reached her table.

  “You couldn’t relieve me for a few minutes, please?” Valerie hopped from one foot to the other, illustrating her need.

  “Sure.” It wasn’t as if he had any customer willing to whip out his cock for him yet.

  “Thanks, darling.” Valerie passed him the deck of cards and ruffled the fur on his head.

  Trix growled at her. “Leave the fur alone.”

  Valerie flicked one of his pointed, fur-covered ears, something she knew Trix found almost as annoying as ruffling his fur. Not bothered in the slightest by Trix’s annoyance, she laughed as she hurried away. “I’ll be back soon.”

  Trix shuffled the cards while studying the players at the table. Two avians from the falcon clan, with markings similar enough to mark them as brothers, one grumpy canine, who looked like he needed to get laid, and a very young avian from the swan clan, who didn’t even appear old enough to gamble, though he must’ve been if he’d been granted access to the Pleasure Station.

  He dealt the cards and waited for the players to place their bets. From the look of their credit piles, the canine was winning, and the swan avian was losing quite badly. The brothers were somewhere in the middle, though they seemed more concerned with beating each other than anyone else at the table.

  Two games in and Trix heard the voice of one of the more annoying felines working at the Pleasure Station. Like Trix, Brak was a working whore with a preference for male cocks. He was also a bigot, and for some reason had issues with dual-gendered felines. Which meant he had issues with Trix.

  “What are you doing working the tables Trixi?” Brak asked.

  Trix hissed at him, ignoring the question. He’d give his right testicle to know who had told Brak his parents had named him Trixi. He hadn’t told anyone that since he’d left Furyne. He supposed someone must have recognised him while passing through.

  “Trixi?” the swan avian asked. “Isn’t that a female name?”

  Trix sighed. Because the avian was a customer, Trix was obliged to answer his question. “Yes, it is.”

  “Why do you have a feminine name?”

  “My father thought my name should reflect what I am.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Brak laughed as he leaned on the table. “Trixi isn’t a male,” he stage-whispered.

  Trix dealt the next round of cards as his face heated, more with fury than embarrassment.

  “He looks male,�
� the avian replied. “Are you sure?”

  The canine snorted. “He is male. He’s also sitting right there and getting more pissed off by the minute.”

  Trix hadn’t realised his annoyance was so obvious. He’d thought he was hiding it quite well.

  “I’m sorry,” the avian offered. “I’m not from around here.”

  “That’s obvious,” the canine replied. “What our uninvited guest here is hinting, is that Trix is dual-gendered.”

  From the confusion on the avian’s face, that didn’t help explain matters for him.

  Thankfully for Trix, Brak was there to open his big mouth and clarify things in his own special way. “Trixi has a cock and a pussy, which means he can literally fuck himself.”

  “Actually, no, we can’t do that,” Trix pointed out with a hiss of anger. He usually didn’t bother to correct Brak, but this avian was hanging on his every word and looked naive enough to believe him. “It just means I have both male and female sex organs.”

  The canine smirked at him. “That’s not quite all it means, is it?”

  Trix noticed the falcons collecting their credits and leaving the table. Damn. Valerie was going to be annoyed with him for driving away her players.

  “What else does it mean?” the avian asked.

  Trix sighed. “It means I can carry a litter of babies.”

  Brak laughed. “During which time, Trixi becomes a female.”

  “I do not!” Damn it, why couldn’t Brak go annoy someone else? And why was he even bothering to explain all this to some ignorant avian? “I’m dual-gendered whether I’m pregnant or not. It’s just a little more obvious when someone like me is pregnant.”

  “How obvious?” the avian asked.

  The canine snorted and shook his head. “Are you really that stupid?”

  “I…”

  “He’ll get a nice big pregnant belly and grow breasts so he can feed the babies. There are probably other signs too, but those are the obvious ones.”

  “Not that real males want to have anything to do with his kind,” Brak added. “You have to feel sorry for them, really.”

  “I don’t need your false sympathy,” Trix snarled, at the same time the avian asked why.

  Brak ignored Trix to focus on the question. “It’s like this, you see. For those who prefer the female form, hard chests and cocks aren’t what they’re looking for. Yet for those who desire males, they run the risk of accidentally shoving their cocks into the wrong hole.” He gave an exaggerated shudder as though the very thought of a vagina was repulsive to him. “Imagine, you’ve got to know him, you’re just getting intimate, then you slip your fingers between his legs only to find he’s really a mutant.”

  Trix hissed across the table. “Did you really just call me a mutant?”

  Brak shrugged. “Are you telling me that you’ve never had a customer recoil from you after discovering what you are?”

  The sad truth was that he couldn’t. It had happened all too often, as Brak was well aware. While those who preferred females gave him a wide berth, the ones who preferred males could be particularly cruel with their rejections. Brak wasn’t the only one who believed Trix wasn’t a real male and refused to accept his gender identity because of his bigoted beliefs.

  The canine broke the tension with a cough. “As educating as this discussion must be for our avian friend here, are we playing cards or what?”

  Trix reshuffled the deck and dealt a new round. He shot the canine a grateful smile and was pleased to see it returned. Maybe he’d like to spend some private time with Trix when he’d done playing.

  “So, you seem quite knowledgeable about felines,” Trix said. “Have you spent a lot of time on Furyne?”

  “Never been there.”

  “Oh. I thought you must have.”

  “I picked up a trio of felines hitching a ride last cycle. Three males, two of which were pregnant. One of them gave birth on my craft. I learned a lot during that flight, including how noisy newborn felines can be.”

  Trix laughed. “Sounds like a fun journey.”

  “Not the word I’d have chosen.” The canine grinned at him. “I’m Delta.”

  Trix smiled back. Maybe he could make a deal in spite of Brak’s interference. “Trix.”

  “It’s a pleasure.” Delta gave the avian a pointed look. “Well, do you have a name?”

  “Oh, yes, of course. It’s Farron.”

  “I’m Brak.” Trix rolled his eyes as Brak pushed himself back into the conversation. “So, Delta, why don’t you finish this game so we can go somewhere more private?”

  Delta gave Brak a glare that Trix wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of. His eyes flashed yellow and Trix shivered. Wolf.

  Unfortunately, Brak had no sense of self-preservation at all. Trix watched as he ran his fingers down Delta’s arm.

  “Do you mind?” Delta snarled and yanked his arm away. “We’re trying to play cards. If I wanted my cock sucked I’d be queueing in the core.”

  Trix hid his smile at the rebuff.

  “How much do you charge?” Farron asked.

  Brak sneered at him. “More than you can afford. If you want sucking you should ask Trixi here. He’s so hungry he’d probably do it for free.”

  Trix shook his head when Farron turned back to him. “No worker on the Pleasure Station gives sexual favours for free. There’s a standard fee for the station and whatever we can negotiate for ourselves.”

  Brak gave a low unpleasant chuckle. “The standard fee isn’t much, and Trixi will often suck a cock for that alone.”

  Trix would have disputed that, but it was true. As long as he made enough credits to pay the station for his room, he was happy to simply feed. He wasn’t a big spender and he had pretty much everything he needed.

  Valerie chose that moment to return and take over her table again. “Where are the falcons?”

  “They headed over to the bar,” Trix replied. “Sorry.”

  “It wasn’t his fault,” Delta said as he smacked Brak’s hand away again. “I think they got bored—too much conversation and not enough cards.”

  Valerie nodded and glared at Brak. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, instead of harassing my players?”

  Brak shook his head. “I’m quite happy here, at least until Delta and I have finished making our deal.”

  Delta scowled. “I’m not making a deal with you, now or ever.”

  “Good,” Valerie said. “In that case, Brak you have no business taking up a player’s chair at my table.”

  “I’ll sit where I please, human.”

  Valerie laughed. “You appear to be under the delusion that human is an insult. Just so you know, it’s not.”

  “What does human mean?” Farron asked.

  Valerie didn’t seem to mind the question and smiled at him. “It’s just the name of our species. Like you’re an avian, Trix is a feline, and I’m a human. We’re all what my people would call humanoid, but we evolved from different species. Humans’ distant ancestors are primates, which are animals you apparently don’t have around this part of the galaxy. We have hair on our heads instead of feathers or fur, nails instead of claws or talons, and we don’t have such pretty markings as Trix here has.”

  Brak sneered. “Trixi has the most common markings of the felines, Grey and black stripes aren’t what anyone with taste would call pretty. On the other hand, my markings are much more attractive. You’ll notice the sharp distinction between the black that covers most of me and the white of my chest and throat.”

  Valerie rolled her eyes and turned back to Farron. “As I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted, our species have evolved in similar ways, but we’ve all inherited distinct characteristics from our animal ancestors. You’ve got your lovely white feathers from the swans, but let’s hope you haven’t inherited their mean streak.”

  Farron chuckled and shook his head. “Not me personally, but yes, a lot of my species have that trait.”

/>   “Mine too,” Delta added.

  “Back on Earth, our four-legged canines, who I think were like smaller versions of your distant ancestors, were known for their loyalty.”

  Delta smiled and acknowledged the compliment.

  Brak leered at Delta. “Around here, canines are known for being energetic in bed.”

  Delta’s eyes flashed gold again. “I’m not interested, so why don’t you go bother someone else?” The dark grey-furred canine was getting increasingly annoyed, not that Brak seemed to notice or care.

  Trix thought it was time for him to take his leave. He stood and let Valerie take her seat back. She glared at Brak. “You heard the canine, he’s not making a deal with you, so why don’t you go fuck a porcupine?”

  Brak, Delta and Farron appeared confused, but Trix had heard Val use the insult before, and had got her to tell him exactly what a porcupine was. He took some pleasure in Brak’s ignorance as he sauntered away from the table.

  He was halfway to the bar when he realised he had company.

  Farron stared up at him with an expectant look on his face. With his pure white feathers and pale skin, the avian was quite cute, if a little on the young side compared to his usual customers.

  “What?” Trix asked.

  “How much?” Farron whispered, as though scared someone might hear him engaging the services of a whore. Didn’t he realise that nearly every feline on the station was selling their body so they could keep from starving?

  “Fifty credits is the station’s fee,” Trix said. “If what you had on the table was all your funds, then it’ll clear you out.”

  “Oh.” The avian hung his head and the red flush of embarrassment spread across his face. “I just thought, since I’m stuck here, that I might as well at least try to get laid.”

  Trix gaped at Farron, unsure whether he had heard him correctly. As pick-up lines went, it was one of the worst he had heard. He decided to concentrate on the least offensive part of Farron’s comment. “What do you mean by stuck here?”