A Night With Katress

Epilogue

Morning rolled around faster than anyone might expect.

First light wasn't as blinding as any others. The islands fell under the spell of rainfall, the skies bleeding gray, clouds stained with the throb of purple lightning. You pulled yourself awake under the protection of the breeding farm, and the pitter-patter of the rain sounded above you. Daybreak was nothing short of stormy, no sunlight clipping blades of grass, not a single spot of blue reaching out of the clouds. The day before had been clear, an ocean sky, the following night cloudless and pinned in flecks of stars. The air was clear, unlike today, where a suffocating humidity blanketed your base and all the Pals stationed inside.

You didn't remember falling asleep. Last night spawned a myriad of memories, some clean, others dirtied with the smell of feline musk and human seed, hot breath and the sound of human hips clapping cat ass.

You peeked between your legs, glimpsing your flaccid manhood. It lay slack inside your thighs, like a dehydrated slug. You gave it a poke. Numb to the touch, empty. You'd done so much last night, worked your willy down to the tissue, that all it does is slump down over your sack and ooze its last sad droplets of precum.

Not sure what time it was.

Sitting up, you peered out into the base where your early workers tended the mines and lumber. Lovanders pounded away at globs of stone. Husky Blazehowls violently chipped trees apart. Everyone else kept themselves wrapped up in the warmth of bed, soothed by the rain, and thankful you had built a makeshift housing unit where every Pal bed was placed — they had no worries of getting drenched in their sleep.

By now, Katress wouldn't be awake. She could work daylight hours, sure, but she always preferred to sleep in longer than anyone else.

You turned around to face the bed in the breeding farm.

She was awake. Sitting on her knees, she looked toward you. A curious grin curled her lips. A familiar figure sat in her lap. An egg, freshly-laid, warm and coated in some sort of fluid. Katress cradled it like a newborn baby, running her paws over the smooth shell. She didn't care that her fur would pick up the sticky substance plastered over it.

You couldn't help but smile. To your understanding, humans couldn't get Pals pregnant. There had been tales told of humans breeding their workers uncontrollably, but it was purely for the gratification, not for the offspring. Eggs had never been laid by a Pal bred with human seed.

Maybe you were different. Maybe... just maybe...

No, that couldn't be right. You couldn't possibly have Pal genes in you. Part-human, part-Pal? No, it was impossible! And that made this discovery all the more pleasing. To learn you yourself had the ability to breed Pals and impregnate them — that was something special, surely. You could do so much with this power. You could keep your bases full of the most competent Pals with little effort and a whole lot of pleasure.

...

Katress looked away from you. A second Pal rose from the bed of cloth behind her. Another Katress, which left you stunned and slack-jawed, this revelation that another Pal you didn't own managed to slink into the breeding farm overnight and do some dirty work in your absence.

The two Pals kissed, one male, one female — the one you fucked silly.

A bitter disappointment ran through you. Your soft penis turned softer. Somehow. If it could retract into your body, it would, never to be seen again. Your heart wasn't broken; your balls were betrayed.

You just learned your handy Katress, once a reliable assembly line worker, belonged to the streets.