Finding Trix (Felines of Furyne Book 3)

by L. M. Brown

  Farron nodded as he accepted a glass. “Are you?”

  “Yes.” Sera stared at him with a quizzical expression. “There’s something different about you, but I can’t quite see what. Did something happen to you when you were off-world?”

  Farron shrugged. “A lot of things happened.”

  Sera nodded towards one of the alcoves, and they slipped inside. “You had sex, didn’t you?”

  Farron almost choked on his juice. “How did you…?”

  Sera grinned. “I knew it. You let someone fuck you. That’s why you haven’t sat down all evening. Did it hurt that much?”

  As much as he hated the idea of lying to Sera, Farron couldn’t seem to find the words to tell him the truth. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that while his arse was aching, it was from a spanking he had begged for, rather than a fucking like Sera assumed. “Not too much,” he said. “I prepared myself with a false cock first.”

  “A what?”

  “A fake cock,” Farron said. “They were selling them on the Pleasure Station and I bought one to use.”

  “You were dumped on the Pleasure Station?”

  “Yes. Didn’t they tell you?”

  “No. They just told me it was somewhere that would make an adult out of you. Did you buy the services of any of the whores?”

  Farron frowned at Sera’s eagerness. Even though they were the same age, suddenly he felt so much older than his friend.

  “Did you?” Sera repeated.

  “Yes.” Farron’s face heated and he braced himself for Sera’s disappointment. Instead his future mate appeared eager for details.

  “What did you do? What species was he? It was a him, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes, he was a male, a feline.”

  “And?”

  Farron didn’t know why he was so reluctant to share the details of what he, Trix and Delta had shared. Yet somehow it seemed as though it should be private.

  “Farron?”

  The sound of his mother’s voice was almost welcome, even if she was about to catch him in one of the alcoves, which were notorious for hiding mates who couldn’t wait to get to their bedchamber.

  He stepped out of the alcove and found his mother on the other side of the screen.

  “Ah, there you are,” his mother said. “And I see Sera is with you. Excellent.”

  Farron exchanged a confused glance with Sera, who didn’t seem to know what was happening either.

  “We’re well aware of how eager you two are to be mated,” his mother continued. “Goodness knows, Sera has been pacing the halls of the nest every day, worried that you wouldn’t make it back in time.”

  “Is that true?” he asked Sera.

  “Not every day.”

  Farron’s mother guided the two of them to the centre of the room. “So, we decided to make your welcome home celebration into a mating celebration.”

  “What?”

  “I know you hate all the preparations and dislike being the centre of attention. So we thought to combine the two occasions and save you from the embarrassment of having to take centre stage twice in a matter of days.”

  Farron was touched by his mother’s thoughtfulness, while at the same time terrified at the speed this was happening.

  The next hour passed in a rush of preparations, clothing changes, and frantically trying to compose a mating song for Sera. He thought the words would come to him when the time came, but now he was beginning to panic.

  All too soon he was standing alongside Sera as they listened to the nest keeper give blessings on their union.

  He gave the appropriate thanks, and he and Sera departed for the neighbouring room. They would consummate their mating before returning to join the celebration and the rest of the guests.

  Sera undressed and climbed onto the bed. His cock rose between his legs, thick and hard. “Who’s going to fuck who first?” Sera asked.

  Farron shrugged. “I don’t mind. What do you want?”

  “Well, I want you to undress, for starters,” Sera teased. “Come on, since when have you been shy?”

  Farron removed his kilt and stood naked before his mate. His cock, half hard most of the time, hung soft between his legs. His first urge was to turn round and hide it, but that would reveal his red arse, and potentially Delta’s hand prints on his buttocks. It was tough to say which was more embarrassing.

  “You’re nervous?” Sera said. “Come here and let me help you with that.”

  Farron went along with Sera’s explanation for his lack of erection and joined him on the bed.

  He closed his eyes and Sera took his cock in his hand and stroked him. Sera’s fingers, unlike Farron’s, were not webbed and he used his talons to tease him. Sera’s great-grandmother had been a falcon and Sera had inherited several of her traits, including the fingers and the colouring of her family. Farron waited for the aching hardness to come, but Sera’s touch didn’t seem to be working.

  “Are you ill?” Sera asked. “Or don’t you find me attractive anymore?”

  “You’re most handsome,” Farron replied. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. Perhaps it’s just nerves.”

  “But why? My hand has been here before, wrapped around your cock, giving you pleasure, just as you’ve given me. There’s no reason for nerves.”

  Farron sighed and stared down at Sera’s hand, his fingers still wrapped around the embarrassingly soft flesh. “This isn’t working.”

  “Just give it a little time.” Sera urged Farron closer and pressed their lips together.

  They had kissed before, many times, yet now Farron’s body didn’t react as it once had. Instead of the instant erection, there was nothing.

  Farron pulled back. “Maybe you should fuck me?”

  Sera shook his head and finally released Farron’s cock. “No. I won’t mate with someone who doesn’t want this, and it’s pretty clear from your reaction that you don’t.”

  Farron sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. “What’s wrong with me?”

  “Perhaps you’re ill?” Sera suggested again. “Did you eat unusual food while you were off-world?”

  “Nothing that unusual.”

  “Well, when did you last get hard?”

  Farron’s face heated as he mumbled his reply. “When I left the craft that bought me home.”

  “There was someone attractive on board?”

  Farron nodded.

  “You had sex with him, too?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  “There’s no need to apologise. We made no promises to each other. If I’d been the one left on the Pleasure Station I’d probably still be there now.”

  Farron gave a weak smile. “I promise I did make every effort to get back as fast as I could. I didn’t even look at any of the whores until my last day there.”

  “What was he like?” Sera asked.

  “Who?”

  Sera shrugged. “Whichever of them is making you smile in that stupidly sappy manner.”

  Farron grinned at the teasing. “Both of them?”

  Sera laughed and crawled up the bed to settle on the pillows. “Come and tell me all about them then.”

  Farron joined Sera and leaned against him. Stumbling over his words at first, he told his oldest friend about Trix and Delta, what they had shared together, and—after Sera had commented about his fidgeting—even about his newly discovered sexual desire to be tied up and spanked.

  “And Delta bought you back here, where suddenly you can’t even get hard anymore,” Sera concluded.

  “So it seems.” Farron glared at his cock. Even talking about what he had done with his lovers hadn’t caused a stir down below.

  Sera chewed on his lip for several long and uncomfortable minutes. “And you said that Trix was dual-gendered?”

  “Yes.”

  Sera nodded to himself. “And you fucked him in… er… you know…”

  Farron rolled his eyes. “In his vagina, yes. You can say it, you k
now, it’s not a dirty word.”

  “I know, it just seems strange that you’d enjoy it, since you’re attracted to males.”

  “Trix is male,” Farron snapped.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult him. Anyway, that wasn’t the point I was getting to.”

  “Then what was your point?”

  “Could you have accidentally mated with him?”

  Farron frowned. “No, I didn’t sing to him. There was moaning, some screaming, and an awful lot of begging, but definitely no singing.”

  “Singing or not, you could have got him pregnant.”

  Farron shook his head. “He talked about buying seeds to prevent a pregnancy.”

  “Everyone knows seeds aren’t very reliable.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “You aren’t the only male in a lay full of females,” Sera said. “It would explain why you can’t have sex now. You’ve already mated with him.”

  “Except, if I’d mated with Trix, and got him pregnant like you say, how could I later have sex with Delta on the journey home too?”

  “Er…”

  Farron glanced at the door separating them from the guests at the party. “What am I going to do?”

  Sera climbed off the bed. “Get dressed and let’s go talk to our parents. Maybe they’ll know whether you’ve accidentally mated.”

  Farron couldn’t move any of his limbs. “You don’t expect me to tell our parents what I did?”

  “You can’t mate with me if you’re already bound to Trix,” Sera pointed out. He nudged Farron off the bed and tossed him his kilt. “Come on, there’s no point in putting it off.”

  * * * *

  If telling Sera had been embarrassing, explaining his problem to their parents was a thousand times worse. By the time he was done, he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

  His father seemed mildly amused, but his mother was seething.

  “Well, it seems that your mating can’t be consummated,” she snapped. “Your mating with Sera will be one in name only. Of course, Sera will be permitted to take another lover should he choose to do so, perhaps even forming an alliance with another family, to strengthen our clan as a whole.”

  “What?” Farron asked. “Don’t you have any suggestion about how I can break the accidental bond?”

  “It will break on its own in a matter of months,” his mother replied with a smile. “I believe feline pregnancies are six months, as are ours.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  His father was the one to answer. “If you have impregnated the whore, the bond was only partially formed. It will break when he gives birth.”

  “Break?” Sera asked. “Then we could mate properly in a few months?”

  “No, I’m afraid not. Even a partial bond is enough to force fidelity.”

  “But you said it would break?”

  Farron’s father stood to pace the room. “A partial bond such as this one must be completed with a mating song before the birth of the young. If not, it can never be completed and the father who has abandoned his young is prevented from ever doing the same again. Farron will never have sex again, unless it’s with the whore, and only if he secures his mate with the song before the birth.”

  Farron shook his head. “But I already had sex with Delta after I left Trix.”

  Sera’s mother spoke for the first time since they had entered the room. “Some people believe that the bond only forms when the expectant parent realises they’re carrying. It hasn’t been proved, but it’s a theory that might explain your situation. It’s quite likely that if you were to see Delta now, you would be equally impotent.”

  Farron stood and leaned down to kiss Sera on the cheek. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hope you find someone who deserves you.”

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Farron’s mother asked. “We still have the party to return to.”

  “You aren’t serious?”

  “There’s no need for anyone to know about your shame,” his mother continued. “Only those of us in this room will know your mating is one in name only. I’m sure Sera will be careful to hide any lover he takes in the future.”

  “Sera shouldn’t have to hide his lovers,” Sera’s father snapped. “My son isn’t the one consorting with whores.”

  Farron glared at the adults. “His name is Trix, and I hope that when I return to Cygon with him, you’ll treat him with the respect he deserves as my chosen mate.”

  The deathly silence said more than any words.

  “Or is he not welcome?” Farron asked. “If so, tell me now, so I don’t waste time bringing him back here.”

  Sera stood and hugged Farron. “I would be delighted to meet Trix. You will both be welcome in my nest.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I will not allow you to abandon your mate,” Farron’s mother snapped.

  “I’m not. I’m going to find him.”

  “You know I’m talking about Sera.”

  “And I’m talking about Trix,” Farron replied. “I won’t abandon him or the litter he carries.”

  “Bring him home,” his father said quietly, much to the annoyance of his mother.

  Farron smiled and hugged his father. “I will.”

  “A whore will never be welcome in the nest,” his mother insisted.

  “Yes, he will,” his father argued. “As Farron’s mate, Trix will be as welcome as Sera, and so will their young.”

  “Thank you,” Farron repeated. “Now, I must go to him.”

  * * * *

  Trix’s stomach flipped the moment he tried to sit up. Oh fuck. No!

  He tried rising a little slower this time, but as soon as he was upright he felt the queasiness hit him again.

  Lying back, he started to count. Five weeks since he had let Delta and Trix fuck him. When did morning sickness start?

  He turned his head slowly and debated reaching for the cheap holo-projector on the table. He could find out, if he could just sit up without vomiting.

  There were supposed to be other signs by now, too. His breasts would start to form. He glanced at his chest, but it appeared the same as normal. Masculine and flat. He ran his finger down the centre, tracing the muscles and finding them no different to usual.

  Then he brushed against one of his nipples and the sensation took him by complete surprise. His cock hardened in an instant and he thought he might climax on the spot.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered as the realisation sank in.

  He guessed he had picked the wrong seeds, or they hadn’t worked. He wasn’t sure which. Either way, it was too late now.

  He was a pregnant whore, without a mate, which meant he was well and truly fucked.

  A bang on the door startled him, but he ignored it.

  The second knock, even louder than the first was harder to disregard. “Everyone report to the main theatre immediately.”

  Trix frowned. He didn’t recognise the voice. Why was some stranger ordering everyone to one of the theatres? He wasn’t one of the performers, so he ignored whoever it was and stayed put for a few minutes.

  When he thought it was safe to do so, he sat up and lurched for the bathing chamber. He wasn’t going to the theatre, he would be lucky to make it out of his rooms at all.

  Fuck, how long does morning sickness last?

  The third knock was accompanied by the opening of the door. “Everyone to the theatre, no exceptions.”

  Trix glared through the gap in the bathing chamber door. “Fuck off. I’m ill.”

  The man who had spoken appeared in his line of sight. A human?

  “Bring a bowl,” the human said.

  Trix wondered whether he should just ignore him, but he carried what appeared to be some kind of weapon. Would he use it on a sick feline? Trix wasn’t sure he wanted to take the risk, not when it was no longer just his own safety on the line.

  He staggered to his paws and cast about for
something that might be suitable to take with him. The human waited patiently, but Trix knew he wouldn’t give him much longer.

  There had been humans on the Pleasure Station before, but unlike Val, they weren’t very friendly towards felines. This one reminded him of those others—hard, unyielding, and disdainful of those who had no qualms about selling their body to survive.

  The room swayed around him and he dove back into the bathing chamber.

  “Everyone has to go to the theatre,” the human insisted.

  Trix vaguely recalled a gesture some of those other humans had used and he flipped his middle finger at the man.

  The human spoke again, but his words didn’t seem to be directed at Trix. “Can I get a medic in the resident quarters? Feline… Vomiting… Thanks.”

  Trix wasn’t sure what a medic was, but as long as he wasn’t trying to drag him to the theatre he didn’t care.

  A female human appeared in the doorway. “I’ll take it from here. You go round up the rest.”

  The man left and the medic entered the bathing chamber. “I’m Helen, do you mind if I take a look at you?”

  Trix frowned. “You’re already looking at me.”

  Helen smiled as she went over to the basin and poured him a glass of water. “I always forget how literal these translation devices are. Here, have some water.”

  Trix took the glass from her and sipped the ice-cold water. “Thanks.”

  “Feeling a little better now?”

  “Not really.”

  “Have you eaten something unusual in the last day?”

  “No. Only cream.”

  Helen made a noise that he couldn’t interpret. “I still don’t understand how felines can survive on only cream or milk. It seems a very unvaried diet.”

  “Anything else makes us sick,” Trix explained.

  “I know, I just don’t know enough about your species to have figured out how your bodies are able to handle such a diet. My colleague, Darcy, has been studying you guys for a while now. She knows a lot more about felines than I do, unfortunately she’s on Furyne at the moment.”

  Trix shrugged and turned his attention to the bowl. He should have just stayed in bed.

  “Are you dual-gendered?” Helen asked. “I know it’s considered rude to ask, but I’m trying to discount possibilities here, so I can figure out what’s wrong with you.”