“Wow!” Ruff was awed by the concept.
“Lawd, if I had to be stuck with your two dumbasses for eternity, I just go on and fuck the Devil and go to Hell!” Shaniqua scoffed. “Are you two that stupid or what? We’re in deep space, you assholes … just outside the Kuiper Belt.”
“What?” Tiger was aghast and began immediately searching for readings. “No fuckin’ way!”
“Yes way!” she retorted. “Oh, and you’re welcome for savin’ yo ass from incineration!”
“But that would mean,” Ruff was grasping now what she was alluding. “That you can travel at speeds …”
“Faster than light!” Tiger finished.
“And here I thought you two were dumb as a box o’ hair!”
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t Dee tell me?”
“He didn’t know. That German mufucka stuck it in me right before that Cap’n o’ yours pulled the plug on my ass! Hell, I was tryin’ to tell ya, but yore Mista Fancy Ass Cracka Spacer! You think you can fly yore bad self outta anything! If it hadn’t been for my ass, you’d be nothin’ but cosmic dust right now!”
“Sitting here listening to you … I kinda wished I was,” Tiger grumbled.
“Aw, don’t get your panties in a wad, now!” she took a softer tone. “I saved yore sexy white ass, didn’t I?”
“And I do appreciate that … so, lemme get my head straight … I’m flying the only ship in SOL with FTL capabilities?”
“Hellifiknow,” she digitally shrugged. “I dunno if Schmidt built another wormhole generator or not. Remember, I got put down in tha fuckin’ basement!”
“Well, this is friggin’ awesome!” Tiger started to see the potential. “You realize we can go right back to Earth now and rescue Amber?”
“Hell, we can go anywhere you want,” she crowed. “You just tell me where and we’re there!”
“Ummm … guys,” Ruff interrupted. “Has anybody else ever ventured out this far into space?”
“No, not that I’m aware of,” Tiger replied. “Except for the Genesis Now expedition, and they were lost somewhere between here and Proxima Centauri. Why?”
“Because we got company.” He pointed out the cockpit window.
“Holy shit!” Tiger exclaimed. “That’s a goddamned spaceship! How the hell did it get that close to us!”
“It’s got some kind of stealth technology,” Shaniqua seemed just as alarmed. “I never picked it up coming in!”
“There’s another one!” Ruff pointed to the second one moving in fast. “They have weapons. Looks like rail cannons.”
“Looks like a goddamned flying tank!” Tiger observed. The ships were saucer-shaped, with twin engines mounted on the bottom and a gun-turret mounted atop and amidships.
“And … holy shit!” Tiger couldn’t believe what he saw on the side of one of the turrets. “Is that what I think it … Jesus! It is!”
“It sure the fuck is!” Shaniqua had seen it too.
“What! What is it?” Ruff was lost.
But Tiger wasn’t. He felt his teeth clench as his rage built.
“That’s a goddamned swastika!”
Epilogue
“Yes, McCallister? What is it?”
Chastaine was reclining on a chaise in his sunroom, watching dusk put an end to another day in the mountains. He loved sunsets. He dreamed of painting one and genuinely capturing all the vivid colors as it lit the slopes and valleys one last time before it said good night. But it seemed he never had time for such leisurely pursuits anymore. He resolved right then and there to make time one day.
“Sorry to bother you, sir,” McCallister’s face floated in front of him in the hologram. “It seems our man Frost has caused quite a bit more damage and attention down south. I just wanted to give you a heads up before you read it on the newsfeed.”
Chastaine sat silently, as if he’d heard nothing that was said. On the other end of the feed, McCallister fought to maintain a straight face.
Jesus! I have to watch this again! At least raise the goddamn camera to face level! I don’t care to see your naked ass getting a knob polishing!
Reaching down with one hand, Chastaine gently gathered the thick locks of jet-black hair and pulled them over to the side of the female face in his crotch. He moaned ever so slightly, taking in one of his favorite sights and undisputedly, his most prized possession.
Midnight, his black panther hybrid, was on her knees and elbows beside him, naked as the day she was made. Her ass was high in the air, her black tail swishing lazily as her mouth noisily serviced him. The catgirl was as dark as space itself, with not another shade of color in her fur. He’d had her specifically designed that way. There wasn’t much on her that wasn’t black. Even her nose was black. The two gold, slit-pupil eyes that now looked up seductively at him, her mouth full of his cock, were a rare exception.
McCallister cleared his throat. “Well, sir, if there’s nothing else … I’ll get back to work.”
“I think your man Frost is quickly becoming a liability,” Chastaine finally mused, his eyes closed, obviously enjoying the slobbery slurping. “Maybe we should explore other avenues in this matter, Mister McCallister.”
“Immediately, sir.” Especially if it gets me off this call, you weird-ass eccentric fuck!
With McCallister gone, Chastaine could turn his attention back to Midnight. He’d had always been a cat person. But when he created the AnthroSplice line, he made sure she was never duplicated. Lionesses. Tigresses. Spotted Leopardesses. Hell, some even wanted domesticated versions. Tabbies and Siamese. He didn’t care. As long as they paid the cost, whatever freak they wished to stick their cocks in or have fuck them … that was their business. But Midnight would be forever unique.
He scratched her between her ears affectionately as she bobbed enthusiastically up and down on his erection. He loved the feel of her sandpaper-textured, feline tongue when she would occasionally stop to lick his shaft.
She was such a good kitty.
He ran his hand down her back, petting her short, velvety fur. The black rope-like tail swayed like a dancing cobra above an exquisite little ass.
