“Why does such a beautiful wench hide her beauty?”

“Hmmm,” said the dragon, “the bitch shows her true colors. Let’s
reveal the rest of thy hidden pleasures.”

The dragon extracted her from the armor like a lobster from its
shell and she lay before him naked. With a breath of icy flame
the dragon breathed between her legs and the hair on her pussy
turned to ash, leaving her skin smooth and untouched beneath.
Lizard smooth.

“Now,” said the dragon, “on your knees. I wish to sample those
ruby lips.”

She found herself unable to refuse as she groveled before the
platinum beast. She lapped at his paws ’til he swung behind her,
mounting her as a ram mounts a ewe. With hardly a thought the
beast took her virginity.

Casually, it pulled the lance out of a bony shoulder, gushing
forth blood. A good hit but his magic healed it quickly. And,
as it healed the wound, the dragon began to shrink, becoming just
more than half again her size.

With another crunch it ripped off her breast plate exposing her
heaving chest beneath the leather jerkin she wore, slicked with
her sweat.

“Ahhhh,” said the dragon, “I like a woman who can appreciate the
caress of leather.”

With a single talon he slit the jerkin open and stood there eying
her beautiful breasts. They had been compressed behind the
jerkin but now they burst forth, sweat and a few beads of blood
rolled down her cleavage.

But just as I lost my grip, he calmed, and regained himself.
The next day, I was assigned to another knight. Perhaps I had
seen something of what makes the Templars the holy warriors of
God. I would have to be careful not to fly into such a rage
myself, lest the circumstances truly warrant the use of such
power.

My master at that time, Andre Glaucon, had been a Knight for
several years; he came into the order rich, and was known to rely
on his armor more than truly necessary. He was masterful with
the lance and the spear (he learned the spear coming from the
outland regions) but poor with the sword, at which I was better
than many Knights. I battered him about the field with the
practice-sword, until it became obvious that I was training him,
and not the other way around. Gradually, he built up a rage, a
rage that intensified his skill instead of degrading it. Then,
he exploded, and threw a blow so fast I blocked only by instinct,
and still it clove my shield in twain. With a wooden sword, he
did this!

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Kontar and I were having dinner in a restaurant when the snippy
bitch queen showed up with the T.V. reporter, a cameraman and
the newspaper reporter in tow. Kontar knocked the reporter and
the cameraman clear across the restaurant with one blow of his
powerful hand pads. I was glad to see that he controlled himself
that much. If he had used much more force, we would have had two
dead men on our hands. I left the snippy queen writhing on the
floor after I knocked the wind out of him and left the reporter
with a broken jaw. I’d been waiting for the chance to do that
for years.

“How would your own people feel about your proclivities?” I
asked. “I didn’t know how your culture might feel about gays
when I approached you last night.”

“Our culture has no problem with it,” he answered. “Of course,
as a prince of the royal house, I am expected to produce sons of
my own to carry on the royal line. But there is a lesbian prin-
cess I know, a second cousin. We have agreed that we will marry
when the time comes and that she will receive my sperm by artifi-
cial insemination. No one will care what we do outside our
marriage as long as the next generation of Taurids comes along.”

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“You can tell by the tiara around my head,” Kontar replied. “It
is an insignia that only members of the ruling family are allowed
to wear.”

Since it was getting late, I showered, shaved, and had breakfast
in Kontar’s suite before going directly to my job. We nuzzled
each other affectionately before we parted.

I had worried about how my two cats, Alexander and Hephaestion,
would react when Kontar appeared, and when he arrived, it seemed
for a while that my fears were justified. They arched their
backs and hissed as soon as they laid eyes on him and then took
refuge under the couch. But he held several tempting morsels for
each of them just beyond their hiding place and meowed softly.
They poked their heads out cautiously and began to nibble.
Within ten minutes they were purring softly on his lap.

“Of course,” Kontar answered. “It should be obvious from last
night that I like you.”

“Why don’t you come to my place tonight?” I asked. “The accommo-
dations aren’t quite as luxurious as they are here but I have a
good job and you might find them adequate.”

“I can make it about six,” he replied. “I have an important
conference today but should be free by then.”

He rolled over and lit one of the unusual-appearing cigarettes I
had noticed earlier on the end table by his bed. He exhaled the
smoke smoothly as he offered me one. “It’s been tested and shown
to be compatible with your metabolism. At least it’s no more
harmful than the native narcotic you Earthlings smoke.”

I inhaled cautiously at first and tasted the unfamiliar spicy
tanginess as it rolled over my palate. “You seem very young to
be entrusted with the responsibility of a major trade
conference,” I remarked as I exhaled the smoke.

“Actually all the sons of the noble houses are expected to begin
taking on such responsibilities around my age,” he replied. “As
a scion of the royal house this conference would normally be
something I would have learned to handle several of your years
ago. Arranging a trade deal for your state’s meat and grain for
our mining colony on Antares IV isn’t that complicated. What I
am really here for is to set up a trade in some of your native
narcotics. Your tobacco, for instance,” he said pointing to the
pack of cigarettes lying next to my discarded clothing, “should
prove to be quite in demand among our people. It’s been shown to
be no more harmful to us than it is to you and our medical tech-
nology can forestall any damage it might do. Your marijuana and
some of your stronger drugs should turn out to be the basis of a
lucrative trade also. I’m afraid we’ll have to ban the catnip
you sometimes give your domestic cats among our people, however.
It’s been shown to set off a murderous killing frenzy in our
species and would do even more damage than it does if the user
weren’t so uncoordinated and disoriented by its effects.”

We clung together for several minutes and then he turned me over
and without a word slid into me with that enormous cock. I began
to get hard again as his feline hugeness penetrated every recess
of my bowels. I soon felt his vigorous maleness spurting forth
into me yet again.
I must admit I couldn’t keep up with him. Some members of the
Earthly cat family, lions for example have been known to mate
every fifteen minutes for twenty-four hours when a sexual partner
is available and Kontar was one of those members-and I was cer-
tainly available. I must have come about six times before the
evening was over- he came at least twice as often.

I sucked on that cat cock for dear life while the ecstatic tor-
ment shot through me from my crotch. Several times he stopped
tonguing to lightly nick my meat with his teeth-not hard enough
to cut the skin but strong enough to prick it-driving me even
wilder.

“Kontar,” he answered, “Kontar isem Taurid.”

“Mine’s Brad Carson,” I replied.

The antigravity vehicle continued rising, soaring in one smooth
motion from the parking lot of the bar to the roof of the Amfac
Hotel, less than four blocks away. Within a minute of leaving
the parking lot, we were setting down in the heliport on the
hotel’s roof. We took the elevator down to one of the penthouse
suites.

Our hands were all over each other as soon as we had entered the
luxurious suite. He removed my suit coat and tie and undid the
buttons of my shirt while I merely had to unfasten the clasp of
his golden cape. He removed my shoes and undid my pants while I
slid his loin cloth down over his legs. Our cocks sprang free to
point at each other. It is a standard joke about porn writing
that everyone has a twelve-inch cock, something very rare among
humans. But here at last was the reality: his twelve incher
dwarfed my own thick nine inches.

We didn’t go to my place, however, heading instead for the gleam-
ing metallic saucer-shaped antigravity vehicle that he had parked
in the lot next to the bar. A drunk staggered towards us, rais-
ing a broken bottle in his hand threateningly. My new friend
hissed and arched his back. I stepped forward intending to kick
the drunk in the balls and disable him before my friend got us
both involved in the first interplanetary murder case. The sight
of the aliens unsheathed claws and gleaming white fangs penetrat-
ed even the drunks alcohol-fogged brain, and before I could reach
him, he staggered away in terror.

I took a final admiring sideglance at the contrast between my
wavy blond hair and his black silky fur before I made my move. I
had to look up as I spoke since he had six inches in height on
me. “Did you pick this bar for any special reason?” I asked,
trying to make my voice sound casual.

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His tail stirred and his long white whiskers twitched as I came
up to the bar beside him. His ears flattened back against his
head. I lit a cigarette to cover my nervousness as I sat down on
the next stool. Now that I was up close, I could see the answer
to a question that had long bothered me and which I had never
been able to make out from the brief T.V. appearances of members
of this species.

My cock had sprung to attention as soon as I saw him, thrusting
urgently against the imprisoning fabric of my suit trousers, but
I realized I had to feel him out carefully. I knew nothing about
how his culture felt about gays and, while those claws on his
hands and feet might look like human toenails and fingernails, I
knew that they could extend out into three-inch long scimitars
that could disembowel a man in less than a second. Those power-
ful feline muscles alone could literally tear a human in two.
And those long canine teeth in his mouth could sever my head from
my body in a matter of seconds.

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The remote ancestors of the Ailourians had been an animal that
almost exactly resembled the Earthly domestic cat in external
appearance. The species had taken to the trees and become arbo-
real hunters, developing digited hands, opposable thumbs and a
prehensile tail to aid their pursuit of prey from branch to
branch. Later, when a drying of the climate caused their forest
habitat to shrink, they came down from the trees, increased in
size and evolved in intelligence just as we Earth humans had.