by L. M. Brown
Inside, he wondered how to lock the door behind him, but realised he had no idea. He would have to ask someone later. At least it closed, giving him the illusion of privacy, even if anyone could walk into the room.
He sat on the thin mattress of the bed, already missing his precious pillows. They had been packed up with the things he had purchased ready for his litter and were stored somewhere on the Cage, out of his reach until his sentence was complete.
On the shelf the tube waited for him to fill it. He glared at the object and what it represented.
It wasn’t that he was opposed to pleasuring himself, he had often done so in the past, but not in circumstances like these.
As his pregnancy had progressed, his cock had been half hard more often than not. Now, the thought of what he had to do had the same effect on his cock as being dunked in cold water.
He slipped his hand under the fabric of his toga and touched himself. It was almost a relief when his cock twitched in response.
He swore under his breath and grabbed the tube, wondering what the best way of going about this was. Did he aim into it, or did he gather up the cream from his body and pour it in? Neither seemed a particularly easy method of accomplishing his task.
Settling back on the bed, he rested the tube between his legs and did his best to aim inside it. He might as well practice now, while his production wasn’t being monitored.
It was harder than he thought it would be to rouse himself, at least until he remembered the night he had spent with Delta and Farron. The memory of those hours was more vivid than any other liaison. With very little effort, he could recall every single touch, each whispered word, every moan of desire, and all with perfect clarity.
He stroked his cock as he recalled Farron’s tongue licking along it, Delta’s lips wrapped around it. How could he miss them so much?
He could do this. All he had to do was imagine they were here with him, pleasuring him as thoroughly as they had that night.
Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the fantasy, knowing even as he spilled his cream into the tube, that this was just the first time he would be using those memories to get him through this. Nothing else was going to work. Only Delta and Farron had the power to bring him to climax without even being present.
How did they get such a hold over me?
When he had no more cream left to spill, he put the tube to one side. The contents were far below the marker.
Trix curled up and sobbed as despair washed over him.
What will become of my babies?
Chapter Ten
Farron woke with a start. The smell of his seed hit his nostrils, and he realised he had orgasmed in reality as well as in his dream. Again.
For the third time in as many days, he had dreamed about the night he had spent with Trix and Delta, and once again the memories had caused him to spill his seed like a young chick who had just discovered what his cock was for.
The first time it had happened he’d been ecstatic. He had gripped his cock excitedly, delighted to discover that it was still working. His pleasure had soon evaporated when his frantic stroking had no effect on his, now limp, cock.
When it had happened again the following night, he wondered if this might be more than a simple sex dream. Now, after a third time he was certain this was something else.
He’d had plenty of sex dreams before, but nothing as vivid as these. He panted as he tried to get his breath back. He also realised that he was still half hard and aching again. With the dream of Delta and Trix fresh in his mind, he took himself in hand. This time his flesh reacted to his touch and for the first time in months he was able to touch himself and get a reaction.
With his eyes closed, he pictured Trix beneath him and Delta behind him, but suddenly the positions shifted. He was on his back and he could almost feel the memory of a hard cock inside him, only it wasn’t inside his arse. It was…
“Fuck!”
Farron shot up in bed as he realised what his mind had been replaying for him.
It wasn’t his own memory of the night with Trix and Delta, it was Trix’s memory of Farron fucking him, while Delta took Farron.
Farron reached between his legs, half expecting to find the vagina he didn’t possess. He needed to talk to someone about what he had just experienced, but who was there who would know about something like this? He hadn’t seen any of his own clan on the station and even if he had, he couldn’t possibly talk to a stranger about this. What in the world would he say? That he was remembering something, but from someone else’s perspective?
He dropped back onto the mattress. His cock was soft again, his seed spilled over his belly and chest.
Just like on the previous nights, no amount of playing with himself could rouse his cock and he soon gave up trying and went to clean himself in the adjoining bathing chamber.
It was still early, but a knock on his door alerted him to the fact that someone else was up and about. There was always something happening on the Pleasure Station, no matter what the hour.
He wrapped a kilt around his waist and hurried to the door. It was probably someone who had the wrong room again.
“Delta?”
The canine leaned against the wall and a lazy grin spread over his face as he looked Farron up and down. “I thought the message at the dock office must be wrong, but here you are.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
Delta barked a laugh. “You have a knack for stating the obvious. Now, would you care to explain why you’re here, instead of mated on Cygon?”
“Come in,” Farron said. “Everything is such a mess. I need to find Trix and I’m running out of time.”
“I guess that means he’s not here?” Delta entered the room, and Farron closed the door behind him.
“No. He was gone by the time I got back here and that was ten weeks ago. I’ve been all over the place hunting for him. I’ve been to Furyne, to Lupalia, back here again and I can’t find him anywhere, and time is running out.”
Delta halted his panicked words with a swift kiss on the lips. “You’re babbling. Now you need to calm down and tell me what has you so worried.”
Farron squawked and tried again. “I need to find him and I don’t have much time left. I have no idea where he went. I…”
Delta stopped his rambling again. “Come here.” He led him over to the bed and sat on the end. Then he bent Farron over his lap, raised his kilt, and gave him a single hard smack right across the buttocks.
The shock to his system stalled Farron’s panic and he sighed in contentment.
“Better?” Delta asked.
Farron nodded. “How did you know that would work?”
“Because you instinctively need someone to take charge, and this was the quickest way I could think of to assert my authority over you. Do you want to sit up now and try to tell me what’s happened?”
“Can I stay here a little longer?”
“Whatever you want. Now, are you going to talk?”
Farron sighed and made himself more comfortable over Delta’s lap. This time when he spoke, the words were less rushed and incoherent, as he explained what had happened and why he needed to find Trix as soon as he could.
“Are you sure you’re bound to him?” Delta asked when Farron had finished.
“Yes, I must be. There’s no other explanation for my condition.”
Delta snorted. “Your condition appears to be perfectly normal from my perspective. I can feel that hard cock of yours pressing into my thigh.”
Farron gasped as Delta moved his leg, nudging the erection he hadn’t even realised he had.
“If you’re bound to Trix, then how is it you’re hard now? Not to mention you were perfectly capable of maintaining an erection during our journey to Cygon.”
“My family thought maybe the bond only activated when Trix realised he was pregnant.”
“Which would explain our journey, but not what I’m feeling right now. Even the most ignorant of feli
nes would have figured out they were pregnant by this stage. And Trix is far from ignorant.”
“I don’t know,” Farron admitted. “Though the last few nights I’ve been having sex dreams about the two of you, so maybe this is something to do with that.”
Delta growled. “I’d prefer to consider the possibility that my presence is responsible for your hardness, rather than some memory of a single night some time ago.”
“There’s one way to find out.” Farron peered over his shoulder and up at Delta. He wriggled a little and raised his arse in invitation.
Delta stroked Farron’s buttocks, before slipping a finger between his cheeks. “Is this what you need?”
Farron moaned. “Not yet. I want you to help me, like you did before. I need you to take charge. I can’t do this on my own.”
“I don’t need to spank you to take charge.”
“But I need you to,” Farron whispered. “Delta, please.”
Delta didn’t make him beg. He brought his hand down on Farron’s arse with a hard smack, then again, and a third time.
Farron rose to meet each strike, his eagerness nearly sending him tumbling to the floor. Only Delta’s strong grip on him kept him in place. “Again,” he begged. “Make me come. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. Harder, Delta, please.”
Delta gave him what he asked for, bringing his hand down in three rapid strokes, then stroking the burning flesh, before delivering another three smacks and repeating the process again. “This is more than you had on my ship,” he warned. “Is it too much?”
“No, I need more,” Farron pleaded, tears streaming down his face as the relief at finally not being alone swept over him. Delta had found him. Delta was taking charge of him, and together they would find Trix and make this right.
He ground his hips against Delta’s thigh. His cock ached more than he could ever recall, and his arse burned from Delta’s attentions.
Delta continued to deliver his smacks, and Farron soon lost count of them.
Then he climaxed and Delta swept him up into his arms with words of praise and whispered endearments.
Calm and peaceful, Farron wrapped himself around Delta and rested his head on his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed with bliss. His arse felt as if it was on fire and he suspected he would feel it when he sat down for many days to come.
“I should go and get some lotion to take away the sting,” Delta commented. “I shouldn’t have done that without having it here ready.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. You wanted me to take charge of you, but that doesn’t simply mean bending you over my knee and spanking you. It also means caring for you afterwards.”
“You are caring for me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not going to argue with you. We’re going to stay here for a few more minutes and then, if you insist, you’re going to go find some lotion while I wait here in bed.”
“I am definitely going to insist.”
Farron smiled and kissed Delta’s chest. “Then you can tell me what we’re going to do to find Trix.”
“I already have an idea where he might be, but you aren’t going to like it.”
Farron didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean?”
Delta sighed loudly and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “There are reports on the Canine Information Network about an increased number of felines being arrested for public feeding on spaceports.”
“I saw something about that, but it didn’t mention any names. Trix would be careful though, wouldn’t he?”
“Even the most careful of felines get caught eventually if they frequent the spaceports. There were also news reports about increased security presence on the spaceports, too. Not just because of the felines, but the extra guards means more arrests generally, including of felines.”
“You think Trix might have been arrested?”
“If he isn’t here, or on Furyne, there’s a good chance he might be port-hopping. Getting a ship off one port when it becomes too dangerous to stay, heading to another, and then doing the same again.”
“But there are hundreds of ports out there.”
“Probably more than a thousand now, especially when you consider the outer reaches of the mapped territories.”
“How are we going to find him?”
“We’re going to check the records for the Cage before we start hitting the spaceports one by one. He could be anywhere, but a heavily pregnant feline is going to need to feed more frequently and will find it hard to swiftly hide from the guards.”
Farron had heard of the Cage, but he had never seen the ship. The stories of the prison ship were bad enough for the panic from earlier to rise in him again. Delta’s gentle rubbing of his sore arse brought back the calmness that he needed to get through this.
Only when Delta had set him aside to get the lotion did he realise he had forgotten to mention the weird dream where he had seemed to be remembering Trix’s memory of their encounter.
Delta had no trouble accessing the records of those currently held on the Cage. They were available for anyone to view. At first he couldn’t find an entry for Trix, but after Farron had reminded him that Trix was short for Trixi, he soon tracked him down. The details Trix had given on entering the Cage were all there, including his pregnancy.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think to check the Cage,” Farron said. “I feel like such a fool.”
“Don’t be silly. Trix isn’t a criminal, so why would you think to look for him on the prison ship?”
Farron felt a little better at Delta’s reassurances, though he still wished he had thought of it for himself, instead of relying on Delta. “How soon can we get to him?”
Delta called up the tracker and grimaced.
“What is it?”
Delta was already on his paws and heading to the flight deck of his ship. “The damn thing is nowhere near us. We’re going to be cutting it fine to get there before he gives birth. Let’s hope he doesn’t go into labour early.”
Farron took the co-pilot’s seat. He hadn’t exactly helped Delta on their last journey. He had spent far more time learning about his sexual needs than about the workings of the ship. Now, with no time to waste, he had to take some of the burden of flying the craft from Delta. There would be no breaks in safe zones if they were going to get to Trix in time.
Delta smiled at him. “Get ready for a crash course in flying this baby.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Know what I’m thinking.”
Delta laughed. “Your face is easy to read. Don’t worry, I don’t have the ability to read your thoughts.”
His words reminded Farron of his strange experience of recalling what seemed to be one of Trix’s memories. It hadn’t happened again, but he still couldn’t shake it from his mind.
“Now you’re worrying about something. What is it?”
“Not worrying, just something strange that happened right before you arrived.”
Delta checked the panels and advised the station that they were going to depart. “Well, my fine feathered friend, it’s going to be a long journey, so we have plenty of time to catch up. You can tell me all about this strange thing that happened. After your first lesson.”
Farron pushed aside his wayward thoughts and concentrated on the buttons and lights in front of him, as Delta reminded him what they each were. There was a lot to remember and Farron hoped he was up to the task.
“You’ll be fine,” Delta assured him, clearly sensing his apprehension. “Mostly, we’ll be on programmed routes and the majority of the time will be spent monitoring the scanners for anything out there in the way that shouldn’t be.”
“Like broken-down ships?”
“Yes, or ships with idiotic pilots who take stupid risks, or stray asteroids that have somehow not been properly mapped into the directory.”
“Does that happen a lo
t?” A vision popped into his head of him steering them right into another ship while trying to avoid an asteroid.
“No, but Cage is in an area I don’t tend to frequent that often, so I’ve no idea what it’s going to be like out there.”
A message came through the terminal, notifying them that they were next to depart. Delta shifted his concentration to flying his craft, and they were soon on their way.
Once they were out in open space and Delta had set the auto-pilot, he turned back to Farron. “Now, how about you tell me what this strange experience was?”
Farron shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. I probably just have an overactive imagination.”
“And what did your imagination show you?”
“I had this really vivid dream of the night we spent with Trix.”
“I’ve had a few of those myself,” Delta admitted. “It was quite possibly the best night of my life, and I intend to make sure there are many more of them.”
Farron hoped so too.
“I have a feeling there’s more to this than you’re telling me.”
“In my dream, I was Trix,” Farron said. “It was so real. When I woke up I swear I had to check between my legs to feel what was there.”
Delta gave a low dirty chuckle. “And?”
“And what? It was just a dream. Like I said, overactive imagination.”
Farron shifted in his seat. Delta had provided him with a luxuriously soft cushion to sit on, but his arse was still tender from earlier.
“Still sore?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry.”
Farron grinned. “No you’re not, and neither am I.”
“True. So, back to your dream, have you considered that it might be part of your bond with him?”
“Honestly, I haven’t had much time to think about it at all.” Farron considered all the aspects of a true bonding, not just of two bodies, but of hearts and souls as well. “It’s not supposed to be possible.”
