Chapter Two
In the two days that Bobby and Caleb observed the pair (Caleb agreed with Bobby that they needed brain bleach), it became obvious that the submissive was going into heat. They needed to move them soon but there was the small problem of Hunters and that damned Wendigo. Rufus and Joshua had been doing some Hunting of their own but they were stymied by two of the most fanatical Hunters around: Gordon Walker and his partner Kubrick. It didn't help that Walker had seen Henry at the motel talking to Rufus. He knew that there was something else out in the woods that had the attention of the Men of Letters and he started to ask around, trying to find out what it was.
The Wendigo had also struck two more times, leaving just torn up belongings and lots of blood at the scenes. Those little problems coupled with very windy days made observing the cats very difficult since now the dominant was on alert. The observers noticed that the pair was rarely out and when they were, the dominant kept the submissive firmly by his side. Unfortunately, that made the pair more vulnerable than if they were separated, not only from the group who wanted to relocate them but also the Hunters. The only thing they weren't easy pickings for was the Wendigo. That creature liked a little space between its victims since that made attacking easier.
After hearing about the pair's behavior, Henry scrapped his original idea of drugging them and moving them in a van. Now, he believed that time was too short so he and John started to make a door with a frame taking the idea from the Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons (John had rolled his eyes and blamed Adam for getting his father hooked on Saturday Morning cartoons). Henry painted the symbols on the door that would take the pair straight to the solarium that had been built for them at the bunker. It was Mary and Ellen's idea to have a place that reminded the pair of the only home they had ever known. That idea had given Henry another headache as he now had to locate the lair and retrieve any belongings that the two had. After the couple days of observation, Henry found that it was actually easier than he thought since the cats rarely wandered more than twenty miles in any direction from their lair. John, using the skills he had picked up as a Marine was able to pinpoint the lair with some ease.
Of course, what could go wrong, did. Not only were Walker and Kubrick hanging around but they figured out what else besides the Wendigo was in the woods. John had overheard the pair talking at a bar about the amount of money they would get for the pair alive, which was a bit more than if they brought them in dead. It took all of John's willpower to get up and walk out of the establishment without putting holes in the two men and a couple of the walls. Ever since his father had come back and explained everything that happened the night he disappeared, John's protective nature flared into a full-bloom obsession to keep benign beings safe.
John told Henry, Bobby, Caleb, and Jim what he had overheard. Joshua and Rufus, who were on night watch of the cats, were called on the sat phone and informed to be on the lookout for Walker and Kubrick. Because of the urgency of the situation, Henry asked Jim to load the van with all their stuff since the others would be getting back to the bunker by way of the door he had made. Jim nodded and, with Caleb and Bobby's help, got the van packed and he left. Henry then turned to the others and told them of his plans. Joshua and Rufus would need to go into the cats' lair to pack and move their belongings while the rest tracked down the pair. They knew the cats were aware of Bobby and Caleb being out in the woods so Henry asked them to be the ones to approach the two. Henry gave the pair some catnip tea to offer to the cats so they would be a little more willing to follow the two into the door. He also said that they should have some fresh catnip on them to entice the pair to follow. Henry and John would keep an eye out for the Wendigo and Hunters, waiting for Rufus and Joshua to bring the belongings from the lair. Then, they would all go through the door which would then disintegrate, leaving no trace to be found.
It was a good plan. Nothing could go wrong, right? Of course it could.
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The dominant male was nervous. Not only was his mate giving out such delicious scents but there were three scents in the woods he didn't like. One was something he hadn't smelled since he was a kitten himself and with his parents out on a nature walk. His father got extremely nervous and practically ran back to the colony, carrying his mate and child. The scent was pungent and sickening, reminding the kitten of a mouse he had once found that had gotten stuck and died. It took a couple of moons before the scent left the woods and a couple more before his parents were able to let him go out of the house again.
That scent bothered him but not as much as the other two. They had the scents of the ones who hunted the grass-eaters but he knew that those beings never came to the woods except in the cold season, before the white time came. What bothered him was that one scent carried with it the warnings of a dominant male while the other wasn't as powerful. It bothered him so much that he took his bonded many times, trying to cover his brother's scent with his own. If his brother was bothered with the many bite marks on his neck, he never said anything.
Since they needed supplies for the coming white, the dominant led the way out of their lair. His body language showed he was on alert for danger, his ears stood straight up facing forward and his whiskers also were forward. His tail was slightly puffed and his eyes were dilated fully. His brother, taking his cues from the body language, also showed the same agitation. The dominant, seeing that his brother was worried, sent comforting chirps and purrs in an effort to calm him down. He had seen his mate attack other animals when nervous and it always ended bloody…for the other animal. No other submissive in the history of their kind was as aggressive. The dominant knew it would only take a slight sound to set his brother off.
Usually, when they left the lair, there would be playing but, because of the alertness they both were under, neither cat indulged. In fact, the submissive didn't even try to initiate contact but kept a fighting distance between himself and his mate. It warred with his newer, more extreme instincts of rubbing against his mate in a very friendly manner but he knew that the older cat wouldn't appreciate it now that there was something dangerous in their woods.
They normally would have been hunting larger animals but that took time and concentration that the dominant didn't want to take from the protection of his mate so they took smaller animals when they came across them along with gathering vegetables and wood. It was when the sun was directly over them that the dominant decided they needed to stop and eat something. He started to put the wood in the accepted pattern for a fire when his mate made a slight distressed noise. He looked up quickly and saw the submissive holding his hand on his neck. When the dominant moved the hand, he saw something that was birdlike sticking in the submissive's neck. He pulled it out then, to his horror, his mate's eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious. The dominant's sensitive ears picked up the sound of displaced air and he ducked as another of the bird-things flew into the air, sticking in a tree.
Growling, the dominant dilated his pupils fully as his fangs and claws grew large. His tail stayed straight down, his whiskers and ears facing forward in an aggressive manner. He opened his mouth to allow all the scents to pass over his Jacobson organ as he tried to pinpoint the danger. Another bird-thing flew next to his shoulder and he ducked, squatting over his mate. Carefully, he scanned the area before he found the dangers. Two of the ones who usually hunted the grass-eaters were hiding behind a tree while the other was in the canopy, hiding and watching, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch a prey. The dominant was determined that neither he nor his mate would become that prey. Faintly, he could also scent four others similar to the grass-eater hunters but with something that smelled good. He shook his head so as to not let his attention wander from the threat in front of him.
What Walker, Kubrick and the Men of Letters were not aware of was that Homo-Felinus were related to skinwalkers and weres. The difference was that they were not limited to one kind of cat to change into. They could change into any kind of cat there was and it was that talent that the dominant drew upon. Reaching deep into himself the dominant's shape began to change. Walker and Kubrick's eyes grew large when they found themselves facing a pissed off Bengal Tiger. They began to back up since their tranquilizers were geared for creatures that weighed around 200 lbs., not the 500 lbs. tiger they now had in front of them. The tiger stayed over the unconscious submissive in a protective stance.
It was what the Wendigo was waiting for. Using the distraction of the large cat, it struck the Hunters, slashing and gutting Walker. As he lay on the ground screaming, Kubrick started to run only to find himself face to face with an angry John Winchester. John, seeing the Wendigo, drew the flare gun he carried and fired, catching the creature fully in the chest. It screamed as it burned then died. The tiger was confused but kept up his protective stance. He waited patiently to find out what would happen but he really wished the hunters of the grass-eaters would just go away. His mate didn't smell right, like he was sick and it made the cat nervous.
A low tone filled the cat's ears and he slowly reverted back to his two-legged shape. His eyes felt heavy and he laid on his mate, like they usually slept in their lair. He struggled for a few minutes against sleep but the air felt warm and heavy. Cicada sounds filled his ears, the sweet smell of catnip was in his nose and he finally succumbed to sleep.
When they stepped out of the tree line, Caleb, Bobby and John all shot Henry dirty looks. He shrugged sheepishly then stepped over the sleeping cats. Finding the tranquilizer dart, he held it up for the others to see. John's face grew thunderous and he stalked over to Kubrick. Grabbing the man, he demanded, "Where's the reversal drug, you dumb son of a bitch?"
Kubrick couldn't talk so he just shook his head. Henry, noticing the signs of deep shock, waved his son off and started to treat the man. He looked at John and nodded towards the corpse, silently asking him to check pockets and packs for the drug. They had to get the stuff out of the submissive as soon as possible otherwise Henry was afraid they could break the mating cycle. John grimaced but did as his father requested. Caleb went to help so they could get the unpleasant job done as fast as possible. When they found it, Bobby exposed the submissive's arm and injected the drug. Because of the sleep spell that Henry had woven, the submissive would not wake up but would continue in a natural, not drugged sleep. The spell, however, was time limited. The men now had to move fast.
Caleb called Joshua and Rufus to find out how long it would take them to get the stuff from the lair to their position. Rufus said that they were about ten minutes away from their location, having used GPS coordinates on the sat phone. He also said the pair had more possessions than was originally thought and the men had to build a travois to bring it all. Henry nodded, they had an hour from the time the spell was originally cast before it wore off then they would lose any opportunity they had to study the cats.
Now, his only problem was the hunter who shivered in front of him. Thinking about all the options they had, he decided to bring Kubrick to the bunker, treat him then, after making sure he could never remember where he was, let him go. It was a risky move but the man was human, barely, and needed help. He looked over at John and Caleb who were dragging Walker's body by the Wendigo where they salted and burned him. Leaving Kubrick sitting within their sights, Bobby helped Henry assemble the door that would ultimately lead to the solarium that the women had made. John made a call to Mary to make sure the portable scale, x-ray machine and MRI was ready along with syringes to take blood for the tests they needed to do.
Finally, everything was assembled and ready. The group heard sounds of something crashing in the bushes and they looked up to see their missing members pulling a travois filled with the possessions of the cats. When Joshua and Rufus finally got to them, Henry opened the door. First through was John with Kubrick, then Joshua and Rufus with the travois, Caleb, Bobby and the two cats were next, last was Henry. When he went through, he closed the door which disintegrated afterwards.
Mary and Ellen started the tests by weighing and measuring each cat. The light brown haired cat was 6'0" and weighed around 180 lbs. The physical examination showed that there was a lump on his penis which, when pressed, unsheathed a barb. Bobby called that one Ace but Mary decided to name him something else. Thinking about it, she labeled a folder that would hold observations about him-Dean after her mother. Lifting his eyelids, she found that he had very green eyes. His teeth seemed to be sound and his heart and lungs sounded good. Finally, she turned him over to Ellen who took blood samples and started the MRI and x-rays. Henry thought, from Bobby and Caleb's observations, that he was the dominant of the pair.
Next was the other cat who measured 6'4" tall and weighed the same as the other one. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Everything on optical observation showed that he was like his companion with one exception: he had no barb on his penis though his anal region had a slick sight to it, almost like a lubricant. Ellen took a sample of it before she did the MRI and x-rays. Even though Bobby called that one Tiger, Mary decided to label his file Sam, after her father.
While the physicals were being done, Joshua and Rufus, with Henry's help, put the cats' belongings in their new lair taking care to place everything just like it had been in the old one. They also made sure the cameras that were placed there were hidden from view. Ash had made sure the whole solarium had cameras so the Men of Letters could observe their new inhabitants. Finally, all the tests had been completed and the lair was ready so, carefully, John and Joshua placed the cats in their new home, making sure to have the supposed dominant spoon the submissive with his head close to the submissive's neck. After everything was complete, they cleaned up the area and put some catnip and food down then left, closing the door.
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The dominant was the first to wake up. It wasn't a slow waking but one that had him alert from the time his eyes opened. Something didn't smell right, didn't feel right. He scanned their home and found nothing out of place but it just felt off. He then started to check out his mate for anything different. There were two very small red spots, one on his neck and one on his arm. There were also the disturbing scents of something else on him and that caused the dominant to groom and mark his mate. The grooming woke the submissive up in a very amorous mood. Purring loudly and curling around his mate, the submissive's scent changed to one that was impossible for the dominant to ignore. The dominant smiled and started to kiss his mate deeply. He loved how his brother moaned into his mouth and started to move. He held the younger cat down and kissed, licked and nipped his way down to his brother's nipples where he paid special attention to the now very sensitive buds. The submissive cried aloud as the sensations of his brother's rough tongue traveled throughout his body. Then the dominant left the nipples and went back to marking his brother's body until he came to the source of his brother's scent.
He loved this area. He felt as though he could spend a very long time there, licking and sucking just to make his mate moan and whimper. To his ears, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Then, he smelled that other scent, the one that was even more tantalizing so he flipped his brother onto his stomach and, to make himself wait, he started once again at the base of his mate's head, licking and sucking all the way to the source of that other wonderful scent. The submissive shivered as the feeling of his mate's tongue and lips made him feel like a puddle then there was a slight pause as his mate got into position. He didn't look, just closed his eyes and experienced the feeling of his mate's tongue in his opening which made him yowl. The dominant, hearing the sound grinned and kept up his ministrations. Finally, he felt as though he would burst if he didn't get into his mate. This time, instead of moving the tail, his mate moved it himself to bare his opening to him.
It was very different, the mood that was on them as they moved together. The dominant moved fast and hard, leaving the submissive panting and groaning then it happened. The dominant could feel something different happening with his member. It wasn't until his mate screamed as he hit his prostate that he realized his member was stuck in place as he came. Instinctively, he knew not to move until the thing retracted and he kept coming for the next few minutes before it retracted then he gently pulled out. His mate acted strangely and rolled onto his back only to rub his back on the ground. What the pair wasn't aware of was that they would be repeating their actions many times a day for the next five days.
