Chapter 10: M'Ressbehavior
M'Ress shifted uncomfortably in her full-dress uniform. Mostly her legs, which were restricted in a pair of dress boots that cut tightly into the bends and curves of her cat-like digitigrade legs. They were designed specifically in mind for that quirk of her species, but that did not make the boots any less uncomfortable. If any of her fellow officers were as uncomfortable as she was, they did not show it.
She glanced briefly at Noon, hoping to catch his eye, in hopes that maybe she could get someone to empathize with how terrible these boots were making her feel. Sadly, he was dead focused on the task, awaiting the delegates to arrive with the stoic fortitude of any good First Officer.
When M'Ress had been informed that the senior crew of the USS Hood was going to sit-in on a First Contact meeting, she was genuinely thrilled. They had come across a scout ship from the warp-capable species only a week ago, but they were now going to meet with two admirals, the captain, and the senior crew. Apparently, this species had already colonized and terraformed the thirteen worlds of their home system. This feat had naturally caught Starfleet's attention, necessitating a formal diplomatic meeting in order to fast-track entrance into the Federation. M'Ress had been caught up in the excitement and possibility of the situation.
And then she had been informed of the new culture's attitude regarding footwear.
Going bare-footed in social settings was considered highly inappropriate, even offensive. M'Ress had considered siting it out, but the Captain pushed her to be there as a senior member of the crew. She had grumbled a little, but relented, figuring a little discomfort was worth the chance to sit-in on an official First Contact diplomatic meeting.
When she had put on the boots, she remembered quickly why she never wore them.
And now here she stood, fidgeting and fighting the discomfort for the sake of living up to the Starfleet standard. She hated it. The boots had ruined the entire thing. Now all she felt was grumpy, annoyed, and even… bored. An absolute disaster. But it could not be helped. She had to stick it through to the end. A commitment was a commitment.
The biggest point of frustration, other than the boots, obviously, was how Noon seemed to neither notice nor care about her situation. M'Ress understood and would not hold it against him permanently, but that annoyance was the only thing keeping her charged so she held onto it for the time being. Captain Dodge and the Admiral were speaking to each other, trading pre-negotiation banter.
None of it matters. Nothing matters. My aching feet matter! These stupid boots matter—
No. She had to control her thoughts and not get caught up in her own petty frustrations. But she could not help it. Not able to keep her peace any longer, M'Ress gave an almost inaudible groan of frustration. Noon's concentration was broken, and he glanced at M'Ress, now noticing the way she was almost shaking and her eye twitched with clear discomfort.
Noon reached over and gently touched her forearm. His touch calmed her somewhat. Now she had an ally in her fight, at least.
He leaned over slightly and whispered softly, "You're doing great." He moved his hand over hers and interlocked a single finger with her thumb and squeezed, trying to comfort her.
M'Ress released some tension through a breath and squeezed back, also using her tail to brush him in appreciation.
"Sir, I'm receiving a signal. The delegates are ready to beam up," the transporter chief called out.
Noon and M'Ress quickly let go of each and got into position. It was show time.
"Very good. Energize when ready," Admiral McLeod said.
The musical hum of the transporter beam rang out and the three delegates of the Anzaru appeared on the transporter pad. They looked almost Vulcan, if not for the double-point on their ears, horizontal cheek flaps, and distinctly round-ish features as opposed to the sharpness of Vulcan faces.
Greetings and introductions were made, hands were shook, salutes given, and then it was on to the meeting room to discuss terms. Every member of the senior crew was there in the transporter room, but only the Anzaru diplomats, Admiral McLeod, Captain Dodge, Commander Noon, Lieutenant M'Ress, and Lieutenant Novo were present in the meeting. M'Ress, as communications officer, helped facilitate first communications so the delegates insisted that she be present. But McLeod wanted her and Novo there anyway to help sell them on the Federation being an organization of inter-species cooperation.
The delegates sat on one side of the table, while the Starfleet officers took the other. McLeod took the far end, followed by Dodge to his right, then Novo, M'Ress, and Noon.
"I'm glad we're finally able to have this talk as equals," McLeod said cheerfully.
"Yes," one of the delegates agreed, "Your hospitality has been gracious. And it is good to see your words of inter-species cooperation were not exaggerated." He nodded towards M'Ress and Novo. "Tell me, how have your species learned to acclimate to living under the Human Federation?"
Novo cocked an eyebrow.
"You seem to misunderstand the nature of the Federation," she said. "Humanity was a founding member, as well as playing a large and central role in the Federation, but so do my people: the Vulcans. As do countless others. It is a United Federation of dozens of worlds and does not belong to any one of them."
The delegate seemed puzzled. "But as we walked through your halls, there appeared to be an over-abundance of Human workers and crewmen compared to other species."
"You are correct," Novo agreed. "One of the central characteristics of Humans in regard to their role in the Federation is their larger presence in Starfleet compared to most other races."
"That's right," Dodge interjected. "Back in the day, Humanity spearheaded the joint-space exploration programs that would eventually shape into the Federation's Starfleet. So we just have more people present is all."
"But," continued McLeod, "we're talking about only a somewhat larger percentage of Humans present in Starfleet. Most vessels do have at least one Human on board, but there are also many starships that don't have a single Human present. We also host Starfleet Headquarters and one of the central Academies on Earth, our homeworld. So that does play a factor."
"Intriguing," the delegate said. "Where do Vulcans mostly find themselves within the Federation's structure?"
"Sciences and politics. As well as being almost as common in Starfleet," Novo explained.
"I see," a different delegate said, scratching his beard. "And you… Lieutenant M'Ress, was it?"
M'Ress had been fading in and out of the conversation, trying to get legs in a comfortable position, but at the mention of her name she refocused on the delegate speaking to her.
"That, er, is correct, yes," she said.
"Your species is quite different from Human and Vulcans and even our own. What role do they play in the Federation?"
She had prepared for this. Sitting up taller, M'Ress said, "Whatever is asked of us. Rrrowwwrr. That's the beauty of the Federation. Once you attain membership, your race can have as much or as little to do with the overall government as they want. Every world provides and supports one another, but you will never be asked to give more than what you are willing to put in. My people are fiercely loyal to the Federation and we often find ourselves scattered to every corner of Federation space doing whatever we can. A large chunk of us serve in Starfleet as our unbreaking loyalty and expert communication skills fit nicely in Starfleet's structure. There's also a large chunk serving in the dilithium crystal mines located on an asteroid belt in our home system. But we are welcome everywhere. As would all of you if you join us. Mmmrrrrowrr."
"Well said, Lieutenant," McLeod said. "And what would most of your people be most comfortable?"
"We have large industries," the delegate said. "Processing raw materials and large-scale construction dominates most of our economy."
"It is important to note," Noon said, "that in the Federation, in time, you would have no need of any economy."
"That's right," Dodge confirmed. "We mastered ways to allow for resource management, trading and cooperation that don't require any form of money."
"Intriguing," one of the delegates said. "So must we deconstruct our economic system before joining? That would be a… massive undertaking."
"Not necessarily," McLeod said. "The requirements don't specifically need you to deconstruct any sort of economic system, but they do stipulate social equality and that can best be accomplished through…"
M'Ress's mind began to drift again. Her gaze wandered slightly, drifting sideways to catch sight of Noon. He held rapturous attention to the conversation. M'Ress smiled inwardly. She had always found his dedication to be commendable, but at this moment, it came across as cute more than anything else.
As M'Ress admired him out of the corner of her eye, her mind wandered to those moments when the two of them were alone, when they held each other through the long warm nights. Her heat had begun to flare up again as of a few days ago, and those memories combined with her loosening emotions made her start to feel a little warm. And then her wandering mind captured an idea that she found to be too tempting to pass up.
Calmly, without drawing any attention, she shifted her arms, laying her left arm flat, bent at the elbow, in front of her across the table, while she lowered her right arm and placed it below the table on her leg. She drummed her fingers a few times, staying casual, before moving it over to Noon's leg.
His eyes widened a fraction as he became aware of her hand on his thigh. He didn't say anything or waver his gaze.
What is she doing? he wondered. He glanced at her, but she gave no indication she was even aware her paw was on him.
He shook his leg a little, trying got get her to move, but she held on. And then she began to rub his thigh.
Noon shifted his own hand discreetly, moving it to get a firm grip on M'Ress's paw and remove it. But as he tugged, she engaged her claws and dug them through the fabric of his pants and into his skin. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to know he leave her be. He pulled away, his eye twitching in slight recognition of pain.
Then M'Ress began to calmly rub him again. Her paw travelled further up his thigh. Noon attempted to pull her away again, but before he could even touch her, she popped her claws. He winced and placed his hands on the table, inter-twining his fingers and holding them there as still as he could.
He was stuck. He could not draw attention for fear of offending their guests. All he could do was remain as still as possible and hope M'Ress did not take her play too far.
When her paw began feeling up his crotch, he knew he was in trouble. She used the flat of her paw to stroke him through his pants, an erection steadily growing through contact and the adrenaline from the potential of being caught.
Noon looked at M'Ress to try and gauge what the hell had come over her, but her face revealed almost nothing. There was a slight blush to her features, but it would be imperceptible if you did not know to look for it.
Then her paw moved up and under his pants, making direct contact with his shaft. Noon inhaled deeply and let out the breath through his nose, remaining as deathly quiet as he could. M'Ress stroked him directly, moving her paw up and down his length in smooth, small motions as to not attract attention.
"You'd agree with that, wouldn't you, Mr. Noon?" Admiral McLeod asked.
M'Ress stopped working his shaft as all eyes fell on the commander. They were waiting for a response; they had not noticed what was going on under the table.
"I would," Noon started as M'Ress also picked the handjob back up, "…AGREE! With that assessment. Sir."
"Good, good. There's a unified whole in the Federation, gentlemen," McLeod continued. "Especially in our fleet. What would you say our current fleet strength is at, Commander?"
Everyone looked to Noon again. Even M'Ress turned slightly and rested her chin on her hand, while continuing to politely stroke his member under the table.
"Well… Admiral. Our current fleet strength would be some-somewhere in the hundreds of vessels. Not…" Noon struggled as M'Ress became more caring and gentler with her strokes, "…NOT all of which are armed for ex-exploration and combat. There are many, MANY dif-different pur-purposes."
"Are you feeling alright, Commander?" Dodge questioned.
"Yes, Commander," M'Ress said obliviously. "You seem… distracted."
"Not at all," Noon said, trying his best not to glare at the Caitian. "I apologize. I'm just—" M'Ress started to massage his balls with the soft fur of her paw, "—sur—suppressing some… hiccups. Ex-excuse me."
"Maybe you should get something refreshing to drink?" M'Ress offered.
"Nope," Noon insisted. "I'm needed here, and I will be PER-perfectly! Perfectly f-fine."
"If you insist," Dodge said, shrugging. "Anyways, as the Commander was saying, we have numerous ships that perform all kinds of duties…"
M'Ress picked up the pace, slowly working him over. But as the minutes went by, he found that she wasn't trying to get him to completion, it just… felt soothing. Noon became weirdly relaxed by the exercise. This disturbed him somewhat, but M'Ress's soft contact soothed whatever nervous energy he had.
"I think what we need is a tour of the vessel, Admiral. If that would please you," one of the delegates said.
"Of course!" McLeod said joyously. "I like that. You have to see what we have to offer. Words won't do us much good."
He stood along with Dodge, Novo, and the delegates to lead them out of the room. M'Ress quickly removed her paw from Noon's pants, giving his cotch one last friendly rub before standing. Noon stood in due course, doing his best to hide his painfully erect member from the rest of the procession. He glared at M'Ress when everybody else was preoccupied, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.
This cannot stand, he thought.
Dodge noticed him lagging behind and spoke up.
"You coming, Commander?" he asked.
"Actually, sir, I needed to speak with Miss M'Ress for a moment," he said, catching M'Ress off-guard for a change. He walked over to the Captain, leaving M'Ress on the other side of the table. "I neglected to give her an assignment I needed done earlier and I'd like to do it now."
Dodge squinted at him for a moment, but then shrugged.
"Alright, fair enough. I don't think we'll need you on the tour anyway. In fact, Miss Novo? Why don't you head back to your station on the bridge. The admiral and I can handle the tour."
"Yes, Captain," Novo said and left the room to change into proper uniform and resume her duties.
"And as soon as you're done here, you two head to the bridge as well," Dodge said.
"Understood, sir," Noon said. They bid the delegates farewell and the doors shut in Noon's face. He locked them and let out a deeply held breath of air.
Slowly turning to look at M'Ress, he said, "What the hell did you think you were WHOA WHAT—" But that's as far as he got.
As soon as he had begun turning, M'Ress had leapt onto the table and then jumped onto Noon. He managed to catch her, M'Ress's legs wrapping around his waist and her paws entangling in his hair as she pushed her mouth against his. The momentum slammed him against the door, but he quickly recovered and pushed back, throwing her off him and against the table. M'Ress was completely flushed, she panted heavily and wiped drool from her mouth.
"What has gotten into you!?" Noon demanded.
"Hopefully you… Rrrrrrowwwwtrrr…" M'Ress purred.
"Oh no. Your heat is back."
"That's right~" she said, licking her chops in anticipation. "So I'm going to need you. Right. Now."
"No, absolutely not! It's bad enough you almost ruined an important diplomatic meeting, I'm not going to further encourage this behavior by—" as Noon spoke, M'Ress flipped up the skirt on her uniform and turned around, shaking her rear in an enticing swaying motion.
"…by… by doing anything that w-would constitute a… a, uhh…" Noon was mumbling now. M'Ress giggled at him.
"You know," M'Ress said, "These boots are horribly uncomfortable, but I hear high boots like these have an enticing effect on human males. Well, Commander? Do you feel enticed?"
His eyes followed the jet-black boot up to where it ended on her thigh, framing her ass in all its glory.
"I admittedly do feel some enticement, but I'm not going to dignify—"
"I'm so warm, Commander," she moaned out. "I, ahh, can't stand it… mrowww… I'm burning up… I need you…" she reached with her paws and pulled down her underwear, stretching out her legs. revealing her dripping lips.
Noon's resolve broke. He undid his own pants and stepped over to M'Ress, covering her body with his own. The heat coming off of her was incredible. She moaned and bent her head back, attempting to kiss him, but he forced her head forward and pushed her torso flat onto the table. She pushed back, trying to dismount him, but he wasn't about to let her take control this time.
No. It was his turn now. And he knew how to gain control.
Noon leaned down and seized the furred flesh on the back of M'Ress neck between his teeth, growling forcefully. M'Ress's mind skipped and sputtered, unsure of how to react. He was a human, her human male Commander, but he was acting like a Caitian male, why was he acting like—
Noon tightened his hold and she stopped moving, whimpering slightly. He released her, gently kissing the spot he had bit before placing his head next to hers.
"You will remain still," he commanded. "And I'll give you what you want. Even though you don't deserve it," He bit her ear and leaned back up, keeping her torso pressed against the table.
"Y-yes, I do!" she said. "I've been sooooo good to you…" Noon answered her outburst with a firm spank to her ass. She yelped and flinched.
"No," Noon said coldly. "No, you don't. You've been a naughty Kitten and naughty Kittens…"
He spanked her again. She moaned.
"…don't…"
Spank!
"…get…"
Spank!
"…rewarded."
Spank!
"Do you understand me, Lieutenant?"
"Y-yes," M'Ress said through tears. Her ass stung now, but she continued to grow wetter under Noon's hand.
"Good," he said. "Now, I know what you want…"
He rubbed the length of his shaft up and down her lips. After only a few strokes, his cock was completely soaked in her juices. "You want to get fucked by a human. You want me to make you feel like you're being bred by a superior species, huh?"
M'Ress held her tongue.
Noon spanked her again, eliciting another yelp from M'Ress.
"Admit it, Caitian!" he demanded. "Admit it or I leave this room and don't look back."
"Y-yes!" she exclaimed. "Please, I… ahhh! I want you so badly, Human, please! I beg you! Make me feel like your female!"
"Tough luck," he snarled. "Like I said, you were bad. And bad Kittens don't get what they want. No, they get punished…. And I know just how to do that…" Noon left her folds and brought the head of his dick between the cheeks of her ass.
M'Ress's eye went wide as she attempted to push off the table.
"N-no, Commander, wait I—" Noon slammed her back down flat on the table, silencing her.
"Let me be very clear with you, Lieutenant," he said. "What you just did during that meeting was crossing a line. You just took our relationship to the next level. And I intend to respond in kind…"
He slid his dick between the curve of her ass cheeks, gripping her tail as a makeshift handle. M'Ress shuddered under this newfound strength of his, this absolute dominating authority. She wanted whatever he was going to do to her, but she still had reservations.
"C-Commander," M'Ress said softly," I've never… I've never had that done to me before…"
Noon could sense genuine tension in her voice, and he wasn't so far gone as to lose his empathy. He slowly leaned down on top of her, gripping her paw tightly in his hand and shushing in her ear.
"Hey," he whispered. "You'll be fine."
But she continued to give off nervous shakes. Noon sighed.
"If you want me to stop…" he started, but she gripped his hand tight in her paw and he could feel her steady herself.
"No," she said firmly. "I can take whatever you think you can throw at me. Human."
She said that last word like a curse. It was an attempt to boil his blood. And the attempt worked. Noon stopped rubbing himself between her cheeks and started to prod at her rear entrance.
"As you wish," he said and rose back to his full height. "But if you can't handle it and you want me to stop… just say 'Atticus.'" M'Ress nodded. He gripped her hips tightly and pushed hard against the soft pucker of her anus.
M'Ress winced and came to terms with her situation. She was allowing him to take her in a place no Caitian had ever been. Sodomy was a major taboo on her world. A male was expected to take a female from behind in a way that ensured breeding. To use her ass for love-making was a violation of that. Feeling a human's cock penetrate her bowels was a perversion. It was wrong, disgusting…
Noon slowly pushed deeper and entered her ass. M'Ress's mind went blank as she screamed out in silent agony, the pain from having her asshole filled mixed with a deranged sort of perverted pleasure. She came in confused bliss, her nethers' spray coating her legs. Noon held himself inside her for a moment.
The tightness he felt squeezing his shaft was unbelievable. He held on to her tail and placed his other hand on her back, keeping her held down.
Noon pulled back and thrust into her. M'Ress gave a low moan as her body leapt forward against the table. He thrust again, And again. Each time, M'Ress cried out in pain.
"Did that hurt?" he said.
"Y-yes," she whimpered. He thrusted again, slapping his hips against the curve of her ass. M'Ress wailed and whimpered in protest.
"Do you want more?" Noon asked.
M'Ress bit her lip. A Human had claimed a part of her that no Caitian male had ever had. She had used her mouth on him before, but this was different. More intimate. More dominate.
"…Yes," she replied, feeling a little ashamed.
Noon smirked. "Good Kitten." And he began to pound into her relentlessly.
"Ah, ah, AH!" she moaned out. "Oh! OWW! Ah!"
As Noon continued his assault on her ass, her body was slowly being pushed up. She lost direct footing on the ground as her booted legs attempted to find solid ground, squirming and shaking.
Noon brought his hand down and spanked her hard while continuing to rail her ass with reckless abandon.
"Eee!" M'Ress squeaked in surprised pleasure.
"Say you're sorry!" Noon commanded her.
"W-wha, I-AH!"
He smacked her ass again.
"Say you're sorry!" he repeated.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. Tears now flowed from M'Ress's eyes as the painful sting on her ass became a warm throb.
"You better be!" he shouted, slapping her rear again with greater force. "Because I NEVER!"
He spanked her.
"WANT TO!"
Spank!
"HAVE TO TREAT YOU!"
Spank!
"LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE!"
Spank!
"AGAIN!"
Spank!
M'Ress came hard as he spanked her a final time, her entire body shaking and spasming in pleasure.
"Do I make myself perfectly clear?" he said, practically sneering.
"…yes… hahhh…" M'Ress sobbed. "I'll never go it again… hah… I promise."
"Good,' he said viciously and resumed his effort, slamming into her at full force.
The pure animosity and power of his effort had left M'Ress completely drained. She laid there and allowed Noon to ravage her sore body. She gave off little sobs and whimpers whenever he gave a particularly hard thrust, but she was otherwise silent.
Soon his motions began to grow erratic, signaling his end. Noon finally let go of her tail and placed both hands firmly on her ass, kneading it and slamming into his hips. He gave off one last snarl of dominance before hilting inside her bruised asshole and releasing himself.
M'Ress winced at the warm spreading within her, feeling disgusted and ashamed, hearing the voices of her clan in her mind, calling her a whore and a slut for allowing this Human to sodomize her.
It felt… strangely invigorating.
Noon ceased his jerking, his own orgasm now coming to an end. All he could muster was heavy breathing. He tried to pull up and get closer to M'Ress, but his legs failed him and he slipped, falling slowly to the ground in a sitting position.
"Holy shit," he breathed. "That was a little intense…"
M'Ress had to agree with that assessment as she slipped off the table. Noon could see her coming and managed to catch her quickly enough to try and make sure she didn't fall directly onto her abused rear end. It still rubbed briefly against his thigh and she hissed in pain.
"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed quickly.
"It's okay," she insisted through tears. "Just hold me."
He maneuvered her again into a sitting position, with her butt hanging off his thigh. It was a little awkward, but it was the most comfortable position for her. He rubbed her head affectionately, trying to sooth her pain.
"My…" she said, gulping hard, "…my butt hurts." Noon chuckled and kissed her head.
"I'm really sorry about that," Noon said with genuine regret. "Things kinda got out of hand back there."
"No, i-it's f-fine," M'Ress managed.
"I really don't think it was, I mean… that came out of nowhere!"
"It was actually very familiar to me," M'Ress breathed.
"Is THAT how Caitians make love!?" Noon exclaimed.
M'Ress laughed and patted Noon on his shoulder.
"I think it's adorable you call that making love."
"Still, I guess your heat is starting to affect me more than I thought."
"You are my mate, you fool," M'Ress said, nuzzling closer to him. "It comes with the territory."
"I'll have to keep that in mind," Noon said worriedly. "In the meantime, I should get you back to your quarters."
"No," M'Ress insisted. "I have to go to the bridge."
"Can you even sit down right now?" Noon asked.
"…Yes."
"Then do it. Sit down on the ground."
M'Ress considered the request. She lowered herself, almost touching the ground, before backing out.
"You know, there really should be command stations that allow you to stand," she said.
"That's what I thought," Noon said, putting his arms around her and picking her up.
"I may not be able to sit down, but I can still stand on my own!" she insisted.
"I know you can," Noon said still picking her up and gently placing her on her feet.
"Well… thank you, regardless," she said. She was finally able to pull up her undergarments, only wincing slightly as she got them over her sore rear. Noon fixed himself up as well, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
"What will you tell the crew?" she asked.
Noon shrugged. "You started to feel queasy, so I told you to go to your quarters until you felt better."
"That's an awful excuse," M'Ress said.
"I know," Noon said, a hit of humor in his voice. "But… hey?"
"Yes?" M'Ress said, looking at him. Noon stepped closer and pulled her closer to him. He rubbed her head affectionately.
"I'm sorry you had to wear those boots," he whispered in her ear, eliciting a chuckle from her.
"I accept your apology," she said in return, wrapping her tail around him and melting into the embrace.
"I'm also sorry I called you a slut."
M'Ress groaned and shook her head.
"You ruined it," she said. "You ruined the moment."
"I am sorry though."
"I know you are. Now shut up and hold me."
So that happened. Kinda the most graphic I'm willing to go when it comes to sex scenes. And it's kinda the most throw-away chapter there is. But you know, there's some world building going on that'll come into play later on in this story. And the next chapter promises to be an interesting one! Because NEXT TIME ON THE CAITIAN'S PAW, M'RESS IS GOING TO GO...
"BEYOND THE MIRROR"