Chapter 60: The Cat Women Fiasco

I puffed on my pipe and took another sip of Cuban coffee. I was sitting on the porch of my hotel room in Santiago de Cuba. I had been in Santiago for business with Elmont and Lola.

Ox said, “Bill, we have identified Cheroenhaka natives as a possible solution for the Franklin farm. They are descendants of the Nottoway Tribe. They are ideal for taking over tobacco production in that area.

I said, “Your people have vetted them to take over the tobacco farm in Franklin?”

Ox said, “Yes.”

I said, “OK, I will send Reese an email to contact them and do just that.”

I knew something was up when Drozul himself showed up.

Drozul had been my father’s mentor and Entertainments producer. My Dad was semi-retired, and Drozul was already involved in many other exploits.

That’s how I ended up with his senior daughter, Gigziks, as my own personal producer. Drozul’s being here personally was not good.

Drozul was promoted to a higher level of Executive Producer. The Heillizdt had so many different Entertainment Channels related to my Dad and me. They covered the gamut of what Dad and I had both been up to. There were so many side channels, it was pitiful.

I knew in my bones that Drozul’s presence was not a good thing. I had seen little of Gigziks lately, so I felt my stomach tighten up seriously.

“Good morning, Bill.”

I said, “Morning, Drozul, to what do I owe the honor, this fine morning?”

Drozul said, “Uhm, I have a problem you are suited to fix for us. There is a young and upcoming race called the Phorcur. They have lately taken to experimenting on the other species on their planet.”

He continued, “The Phorcur are not Galaxy citizens. What they did was bad. They created a modified race where the males are too vicious to be allowed to live. The Phorcur exterminated all of the males.”

Drozul growled, “The problem is what to do with the females. They just ignored their existence.”

Drozul said, “Since they are humanoids, it was decided that someone needed to rescue them from the Phorcur. The females had done nothing to deserve being culled.”

Drozul said, “We nicknamed the females ‘Cat Ladies.’ Facially and physically, they resemble a humanoid version of a cat. The Cat Ladies call themselves ‘Cilzzz.’”

I interjected, “That’s all very well and good. As Gigziks’ trusty porn star and tobacco magnate, what exactly does that have to do with me? Is my plate not already full enough?”

I figured this is where the real bullshit would begin to fly.

Drozul said, “In a nutshell, they need at least one male to propagate. The existing males had to be culled, so they are all already dead and gone. The males only bred evil little shits as offspring.”

I stopped him there and chuckled, “What’s that to me? I’m not a cat person! I prefer dogs, and personally, cats are meh to me.”

He grumbled, “We have taken care of that issue. We have modified their DNA using Exos so they can ‘receive’ you. Were you to screw one of them, the resultant child would be smarter and stronger. More importantly, they will have a much nicer disposition.”

I insisted, “Yuck! I am sorry, Drozul, but this is too unnatural for me. Interspecies sex for crying out loud? What’s the fuck is next, crocodile people from planet XYZ?”

He paused. “Sorry, but you are the only choice we have available for this mission. Your Dad told me the keyword inside ‘retired’ is “tired.” He has already taken himself off the clock permanently. You don’t know it, but one of the restrictions we have is that only one’ main actor’ is allowed per Earth. This is your Earth so...

After a deep, dramatic breath, Drozul resumed, “This is the best place for them. Because it is much less inhabited, and we have an ideal spot picked out. Their planet is very hot. We have an island off the coast of Belize here on Earth 19. The coast is swampy, and they have a perfect village already built there by them.”

I said, “What do they look like?”

Ox flashed one in my left eye.

She looked remarkably like a human female, with a light dusting of blonde peach fuzz covering her entire body. She has four teats, and her vulva appears slightly different. Her body is slinky-looking and sexy. She has large, flat-looking feet, and her hands are partially webbed.

As I continued to examine the female, I saw her open her mouth, and she had sharp little teeth. Uh-oh!

I watched as she entered the water, and a close-up of her vulva showed that she can close her vaginal opening tightly. There is no other hair than the light dusting of blonde fuzz.

Later in the video, she was talking to another Cilzzz. The language sounded like hisses, whistles, and clicks. They do not sound like cats, more like otters.

I exclaimed, “I can’t possibly speak that, Drozul. WTF?”

He said, “You don’t need to. They will come looking for you. There’s only one small issue.”

I said, “I hate that word. Whenever someone says ‘issue,’ they are about to sink the knife in your gut and murder you metaphorically.”

Drozul said, “Who knows, you might like this part. The Cilzzz have to be raped, maybe not raped exactly, but they need to be roughed up a little. They only drop their eggs when being ravished or assaulted. It’s the natural way of the Cilzzz people.”

I said, “What exactly do you mean by rape. Is this a play rape, or am I going to fight these bitches tooth and nail? No, no, NO! I don’t think I have that in me.”

“Did you see the sharp little teeth on that one?”

I continued my rant, “No! That’s just stupid. First off, I was brought up by two close mothers, sisters, with lots of my Dad’s other concubines around. I am used to being kind when it comes to women. They spoiled me. I, of all God’s creatures, was not created to ‘ravish’ women.

I said, “Always help them cum was driven into my head by my Dad. I spent my whole life learning how women worked. These are not that kind of women. I would not personally classify them even as humanoid.”

Drozul said, “We think that part will be easy. A few minutes of holding them down will excite them enough. You will know when they have dropped an egg, their pussy will smell sweet down below.”

He went on, “That’s the natural way their males prepped them. Rough them up, then lick their pussy. That inflamed the males’ need to breed the females.”

I injected, “See, you refer to them as female, not women.”

Drozul continued as if what I said did not matter, “One caveat, be sure to turn on your shield in skin mode. Their hands have claws that can pop out by accident. They would badly lacerate normal skin. Skin mode means they can not scratch you or puncture you.”