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Attack of the Cat People
by Wandering Dave (1wanderingdave@gmail.com)

***

A teenage boy gets an offer he can't refuse. (MF-
teens, sci-fi, alien/human, 1st)

***
My foster brother was snoring already and I had just 
turned out the light, about to get into bed when a 
shadow passed my window. Curious, I looked out and 
counted six of them dodging from bush to bush. They 
were human sized but there was something about the way 
they moved and the puffy outline that told me 
immediately they weren’t human. Most were between five 
and a half and six feet tall, but one of them was much 
shorter, barely five feet. 

They would stay in one position so long it became hard 
to see them, and then they would love to a different 
hiding place. We had no street lights so I only had a 
sliver of moon and the stars to help me see them. A 
few nights later and they might have been totally 
invisible. I decided to follow them and see what they 
were up to.

Being in junior high at the time I wasn’t too large 
but I was on the football squad which I took very 
seriously and so I was in pretty good shape. None of 
the other guys could take me in a wrestling match. I 
thought I could hold my own with these people (?) if 
necessary. Pride go-eth before a fall, and all that. 

I got out of the house quietly so I wouldn’t arouse my 
foster parents or the other kids. I slipped into the 
back yard and ran quietly around to the side of the 
house so I could watch as they went by. Four of them 
had passed me when my foot slipped on the edge of the 
flowerbed and before I knew what was happening, the 
littlest one had thrown me to the ground and was 
straddling my waist with both of my wrists pinned to 
the grass. 

It was a girl, probably close to my age, but she was 
covered in fur and nothing else. Her ears were pointed 
just like a cat’s and there was something strange 
about her eyes. I wasn’t in a position to see it yet 
but she had a long sinewy tail to match. She leaned 
forward to sniff my neck and seizing my opportunity I 
heaved my hips as high as I could and tossed her over 
my head. 

Before I could do anything she had thrown me again and 
had me pinned just like before with her weight lower, 
more around my pelvis. She was lightning fast and so 
lithe and limber I didn’t have a chance. All the 
movement against my groin was getting a reaction even 
though I was in the process of getting my butt 
whipped. I was fighting as hard as I could, grinding 
against her when she leaned forward and whispered, 
“Stop struggling. We mean you no harm.” 

Her accent was strange, with a purring sound. I did as 
she said since I obviously had no chance against her. 
Maybe I would get a better opportunity if I bided my 
time.

All the commotion had attracted the others and they 
were grouped around us looking down. I couldn’t see 
them very well but they were all female, and like the 
one straddling me, were covered with fur. Two of them 
reached down and took my wrists from my captor 
(captress?) and lifted me to my feet. “This one’s 
mine,” the small one said. 

No one argued with her so she took my wrist again in a 
firm grip and we started back the way they had come 
from, while the others set off again up the street the 
other direction. I thought about shouting for help but 
I could feel her claws from time to time pressing into 
my wrist, and as easily as she had overcome me it 
occurred to me that I might actually be in immediate 
danger if I didn’t do what she wanted me to do, so I 
waited for a better opportunity.

We walked at a quick pace, keeping next to cover where 
possible until we had traveled for a mile or so and 
were approaching the edge of town. There was a 
forested strip around this side of town, and meadows 
and pastureland beyond it. After passing through the 
woods we reached open country and my mind reeled. 

There was a UFO resting in the pasture. It was huge, 
probably four hundred feet in diameter. A portion of 
the underside of the saucer had opened down, forming a 
set of steps into the ship. Clearly that was our 
destination. I began struggling in earnest, but it was 
futile. She was somewhat stronger than me, but mainly 
she was so darn fast. She countered my every move 
almost before I had started it. 

Soon she had me by both elbows and had them almost 
touching behind my back as she guided me up the steps. 
At no time was she ever rough with me, she was just 
inexorable. It was humiliating.

Up the steps we went and into the huge vessel. A pale 
light came from the walls and ceiling, gradually 
getting brighter the higher up the walls you looked, 
with the ceiling being brightest of all. There was no 
glare. The walls were pale blue, with different colors 
in other parts of the ship as I discovered later. 
There were brass and wood accents from time to time 
that reminded me of Jules Verne’s Nautilus. 

If I hadn’t been so scared it would have been fun, 
because the ship really was fascinating. We got to a 
room of couches and arm chairs covered in maroon 
velvet. The walls were wood paneled, except for one 
that was covered with a mural depicting a pastoral 
scene. The trees in it were tall and stately, but not 
like any I had ever seen on Earth. Animals grazed on 
the tall grass, but I recognized none of them.

She gestured for me to sit, which I did. We sat there 
until I could stand it no more and blurted out, “Why 
did you bring me here?” I greatly feared that the 
answer was to dinner, but not as a guest. 

Understanding my nervous looks she said “Have no fear. 
We will not harm you or any of the others.” Her voice 
was pitched low and had a melodious sound, with the 
purring quality I mentioned before. As she spoke I 
heard a commotion in the hallway and the other cat 
women returned, each with a captive man by the wrist. 
Some of the men clearly had struggled hard, but with 
no more success than I had. 

They were disheveled but they hadn’t been hurt, just 
brought here against their will. Each of the men was 
large, well-muscled, and young, ranging from late 
teens to mid-twenties. Some looked like professional 
athletes. The cat women had obviously chosen the best 
specimens they could find, which queerly gave me a 
lift since I had to be included in that group.

Now that we were in the light I looked closely at 
them. The cat women looked as if their mothers were 
runway models that had been bred to six foot tall 
long-haired tomcats, and these women were the 
offspring. They were stunningly beautiful. Every part 
of them was covered with silky fur. They had large 
firm breasts located where you would expect them on a 
woman, not on a cat, thank god. Their nipples peeked 
out through the fur from time to time, but mostly they 
were hidden in the foliage. 

Two of the cat women were calicos, two were tabbies, 
one was all black with white points, and the last one 
was all white. The white one was much fluffier than 
the others. Her father probably was an angora and her 
mother must have been Elle McPherson. My captor was 
calico, with shorter fur, pointy ears and a long tail 
which she continually twitched from side to side. She 
seemed totally oblivious to it. 

We were the only younger ones in either group. Her 
eyes had pupils slitted from top to bottom. Here in 
the light they were little more than vertical lines in 
her eyes. Lower down across her belly and below, the 
fur covered the essentials, though my mind filled in 
the gaps with enthusiasm. 

After all of the men had been seated around the room, 
the angora rose and clapped her hands (paws?) to get 
everyone’s attention. Because of the fur it had a 
strangely muffled sound.  “You have all been told you 
will come to no harm. Believe it. We need you it is 
true, but nothing we ask of you will hurt you, your 
nation or your planet. We are few, and without your 
help we will cease to exist very soon. We are from a 
planet 72 light years from here, a trip of about 3 
weeks with our FTL drive. 

"A plague took all of our men a few of your years ago. 
A treatment was found but not before the death of the 
last of our men. Your people have been tested and we 
can inter-breed successfully. Hopefully within a few 
years we will have created enough men that we can 
begin to repopulate our world. Will you help us?” she 
asked. 

Well what do you think we would answer? 

After my acquiescence my captor took my hand this time 
instead of my wrist and tugged me gently to my feet. 
We walked together to another private chamber. It was 
small, tiny even, but there was room for a bunk big 
enough for two people. She turned the lights down low 
but not off, so I could see her well. 

She helped me out of my clothes, fumbling pathetically 
with the buttons, belt and zipper, never having dealt 
with clothing before. Soon we were lying side by side 
in the bunk, snuggling as I stroked her silky fur. I 
scratched behind her ears and she actually purred. 
Then my hands roamed over her body, gently exploring 
places on an alien that I had never gotten to touch on 
an Earth girl. 

She was doing her share of exploring too. She even had 
fur on the palms of her hands (paws?). I won’t even 
try to describe what that felt like. It was wonderful 
beyond description. From time to time her tail would 
run across the back of my neck or down my back. Ummm.

She was hesitant, "Please... I’ve never done this 
before.” 

“Me either,” I replied. 

Her breasts were small but fun to hold. Her nipples 
were completely black, and hard as cherry pits. I 
smoothed the fur away from them and sucked them. The 
volume of the purring increased dramatically. I parted 
the hair between her legs and ran my fingers along her 
nether regions. Aside from the fur she was built 
exactly like an Earth girl. 

When I touched her bump a keening sound joined the 
purr and she arched her back. I continued with that 
since it seemed popular, and then dipped my finger 
inside her. Her legs began to levitate until her knees 
were approaching her breasts. I got into position 
between her legs and pressed my penis between her 
thighs, moving it up and down until it slipped inside 
her. The keening increased in volume. She was very 
tight, wonderfully tight, and I was in heaven. 

I’d love to say this went on all night. Unfortunately 
I doubt if I lasted for more than about three minutes. 
I began to move faster and faster, until I jammed in 
to the hilt and began spewing my seed into her. Her 
back arched and she wrapped her legs around me and we 
held each other in rapture. Slowly our breathing 
slowed and hearts stopped trying to leap from our 
chests. Not bad for our first time, I thought. We 
relaxed, lying side by side and talked. 

She told me about her home world, how it was different 
from and similar to Earth. It sounded idyllic, though 
they were having a tough time keeping things running 
without any men, and very few women were trained in 
certain critical jobs. But needs must, and the women 
had learned to do things they hadn’t realized they 
were capable of a few years earlier. How would you get 
a power plant running if you had to, or sail a 
container ship between ports? Me neither.

As she talked a thought began to form in my head. I 
knew they wanted men of their own race, but I seemed 
to be a satisfactory substitute. Perhaps there was a 
place for me in her world. I tentatively raised the 
question with her. She hugged me and then looked 
woebegone, saying, “But what about your family? Won’t 
they miss you? You can’t just run off without a word.”

I explained that I was a foster child and my family 
kept me just for the money I brought in from the 
foster care program, not for any love they had for me. 
I wouldn’t be missed in any sort of loving way. She 
hugged me again, and nodded shyly. With an anxious 
look she explained that I would be expected to pass my 
seed on to as many other women on her planet as I 
could. She hoped I wouldn’t mind. 

I looked serious, but after considering a moment I 
told her I thought I could bear up under the strain. 
Would I miss Earth? I didn’t know, but this was the 
start of a unique adventure!


The End

Author's note: This is a fantasy. Anyone actually 
contemplating sex with aliens... Aw, go ahead.


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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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