Spacewalkers

5

She paints the picture very skillfully, but as soon as I give up the slack and let her go, she immediately attacks me. Perhaps even the same collar will be on me. The weakness of a man is in his desires, and women take advantage of this. As soon as we are seduced and made to get turned on, we stop thinking sensibly anymore. But if you keep your cool...

- Truth! Furriods are very hot inside, I will warm you at night! - she licked my cheek with a rough tongue, from which goosebumps ran through my body.

Getting aroused from this is not difficult, but keeping yourself in control is even more difficult. Especially in such a young body with surging hormones.

- Let you go?

- Yes, let go, but first kiss me ...

I kissed her. How to say, this is quite a new experience for me. Kissing a humanoid cat… Her soft fur pleasantly tickled the skin around her lips, her whiskers constantly crawled over her cheeks, and her rough tongue with sharp teeth scratched on the surface of mine, but it was pleasant. I didn't think I'd get to that point, but I don't care.

There was a click and I abruptly broke the kiss as sharp teeth snapped dangerously close, nearly biting off the very tip of my tongue. Her knees began to knock on my thighs, and her gaze bored with the same hatred. I was able to put on the collar and activate it with the push of a button.

- OK it's all over Now! I said with a smile as I got to my feet.

Terreria lay on the floor trying to remove her collar, but nothing came out. Then she slowly rose to her feet.

- Yes, how dare you?! I'll kill you!

- Sir, in order to avoid her severe punishment by the automatic systems of protecting the owner from the attacks of slaves built into the collar, I advise you to say: "discharge."

- Discharge? - I asked, and Terreria twitched in place, screaming in pain, - Ah, that's it, thanks, Atria.

- Glad to serve you.

- Su-u-u-u-ka! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! - shouted lying on the floor Terreria trying to remove the collar, - I'll kill you! Hate you! May you burn in the sun! For you to die, scum!

- Small discharge, - I decided to test the collar system, simultaneously starting the upbringing of my new pet.

The cat twitched and fell silent. The charge was short and not strong. It didn't hurt her much, but it did. She no longer screamed, just sat exhausted, looking at me from the bottom up.

- For what?! What I did to you…

I slowly approached her and got down on one knee so that our eyes met.

- If I weren't such a bitch, everything would be fine.

- What's wrong with you?! You weren't like that! You always…

- Always what? Did you allow yourself to be pushed around? Decided that she warmed herself on the hump of a weak boy? The lafa has ended, the power has changed, kitten! You will be affectionate and obedient, I will become kinder to you, understand? - with these words, I ran my hand along her cheek and lower to her neck, lightly scratching her chin.

Terreria herself, unwillingly, murmured softly, rolling her eyes, and then, realizing what she was doing, bounced away from me.

- Sir, I did not want to interfere with your upbringing of a slave, but we have been without a planned course for a long time. A ship like ours can attract unnecessary attention from the authorities, which is very unwelcome to us. I recommend taking the course.

- Where? - I asked a little surprised and confused.

Indeed, where? I don't know the local systems, didn't see the maps. In principle, I don’t know anything about this time.

- Mrs. Tria said that your life is closely connected with witches, wherever you fly, you will find them everywhere, so you need to choose the place that first comes to your mind.

I walked past Terra, who was sitting against the wall, and looked into the blackness of space from the captain's bridge. He sat down in a chair, put his feet on the dashboard, trying not to hurt anything.

- Let's fly to the Earth!

- Received! Paving a course to the cradle of all sentient races of the universe.

For as long as I can remember, I always woke up in a cold sweat and an evil look with bulging eyes. As if at night I fought with the worst enemy, defeated him, this was not enough for me, and when I opened my eyes I was ready to throw myself at someone else. It was my past in the orphanage that was to blame. As much as the government claimed to take control of the orphan problem and fund orphanages, life there was a living hell. While you are small, no one touches you. Children a little older than you are looking after you, taking care of you, and the most adults generally try not to get involved. But as soon as you cross an invisible line known only to local residents, you get the first punch in the face.

At night, they can start beating you just like that, or for a sidelong glance in the dining room. You have to endure humiliation, smile when you hear the stupid jokes of older children who think they are in charge, and the sooner you learn to sleep lightly, the longer you will live. More than once there were supposedly accidents leading to the death of a child. After that, all together, clapping innocent eyes in time with each other, they repeated that they say he himself suffocated, got tangled in the sheet at night and that's it. And why he has a pillow in saliva and the hands of one boy are all in cuts from the nails does not bother anyone - the majority said one thing, the adults waved their hands. After all, there are so many children, you can’t keep track of everyone. Nobody needs orphans, who cares about us?

It was then that I began to wake up from every rustle, not to leave my younger brother a single step and secretly pray to all known gods to be adopted as soon as possible. I'll survive, but it will be difficult for him - too kind.

Nightmares tormented me even after many years. I still remember how, leaving the shelter, I saw the frightened look of two twins, a boy and an albino girl. Amazing guys. I don’t even know what happened to them since then, but their gaze haunted me for a very long time. It was as if I'd abandoned them, even though I didn't know that well. But I always felt a certain shame deep in my soul.

But now, opening my eyes, for the first time in my life, I smiled awake. I felt good and so easy on my soul. The past seemed so distant, intangible. Above my head there is only the gray ceiling of my spaceship, next to it lies Terra, throwing her fluffy leg over me. She quietly purred into my neck with her wet nose and occasionally licked the skin with her rough tongue.

It's been three whole days since I put the collar on her, and it seems to be paying off. She is no longer so embittered and more and more shows humility with a certain respect. Maybe her animal instincts finally figured out who was in charge on this ship? After all, she is still half an animal ... But damn, who knew that sex with a furriod would be so cool. Her soft fluffy fur, soothing purr and primal unbridled passion. Forgive me, the only pseudo-goddess Triya known to me, but not a single girl gave me such pleasure.

"Good morning Creel," Atria greeted me as she increased the brightness of the light in the room.

Over time, the ship was tight for me. Terra is already accustomed, but everything is new to me. Phrases such as: “Good morning”, “Good night” were used here, but all this is just convenience and habit, like the changing phases of lighting on the ship. When the time comes to sleep, the lamps dim, leaving a slight twilight in the corners and allowing the entire crew to sleep, and after eight hours they light up again. By the way, a day on spaceships lasts twenty hours. As Atria explained, twelve hours were allotted for work and wakefulness, as well as light rest, and eight for sleep. As for me, it is very convenient, although I am used to the usual earthly day, which I immediately announced my intention to make everything like that. In response, Terra looked at me as if I were the last idiot in the galaxy, it was stupid to punish me, apparently I froze stupidity myself.

“O Old Gods, can she not scream like that every morning?” - the cat muttered indignantly, burying her muzzle in the pillow and sticking out her elastic fluffy ass with an unhappy wagging tail up.

I couldn't resist and slapped her, to which she squealed in protest, although it was more like a kitten meowing.

- Come on, get up, fluffy muzzle, - I said cheerfully, getting off the bed in the center of the room and stretching, - Atria, how much longer do we have to fly to the ground?

- The ethereal stream will take us to the point of the designated route in forty-three hours.

“For a long time,” I moaned, shaking my head, realizing that I would have to look for something to do for another two days with a ponytail.

Yes, the journey from the academy of the Inquisition to my home solar system takes five days, and all these days there is simply nothing to do. Even if you climb a wall, or rape a cat all day long, it doesn’t make it any more fun, only Terra then walks happy from an overabundance of the pleasure received. The eyes are so sparkling.

Therefore, the only thing I started doing was physical training. I've been given five days, and I need to put them to good use. This body must become the same as my old one or even better. Fortunately, the second time should be easier than the first.

A shower, a light breakfast of foods I didn't understand. But I suspect that there is only one product, and the taste is given thanks to flavorings and all kinds of vitamin supplements. And so, this is a shapeless mass of which the food printer gives the desired shape and taste. Tria kills food for a sweet soul and often runs for more, and I can’t eat it properly. She's kind of unreal to me. The language knits. Memories of pork and lamb shish kebabs in nature, smoked fish, craft beer with crackers are still alive in the brain. Eh, and here one chemistry and synthetics.

Further, after breakfast, according to an established habit, I check the indicators of the system:

Name: Crillius Aster Regulus III

Race: Human

Age: 19

Skills:

Strength - 3lvl.

Endurance - 3lvl.

Agility - 2 ur.

Skills:

Search for witches - passive.

After training, all indicators increased a little, which is good. The system gives a guarantee that, even if you neglect the development of your body, it will not become weaker over time. Muscles will not weaken, but remain the same. Fantasy, and only the dream of any athlete. I just need to keep training and someday I will regain everything I lost before. On the one hand, it’s even good that I only pumped up to the second level.

- You go again? Terra asked casually, sitting at the table with a glass of water.

I wouldn't even call it water. Some kind of blue liquid, reminiscent of paint. The taste is strange, although it quenches thirst. I do not understand this strange future, so much has been lost.

- Yes, I need to train, who knows who I will have to face in the future ...

- Who needs you?

“Atria, explain it to her again,” I asked the AI ​​displeasedly, while I myself took off my T-shirt and started the warm-up.

Creel's mission is to find the witches and take them to an abandoned training station where they can train and develop...

- Yes, I know, I heard it more than once, - the furrioda muttered, - I just don’t understand, why the hell do you save these girls? They are all criminals and the Inquisition is looking for them.

If she had asked this question on the first day, I would not have found an answer. I didn't have much of a reason to help the witches other than Tria's request, which I agreed to. In fact, he could continue to live here, a new life and not think about the troubles of some group of girls who are hunted just like in the Middle Ages. Truly, history is insidious, even in the vastness of space, people managed to create the Inquisition and hunt witches.

But later, in a conversation with Atria, I found out what reward awaits me. Tria did not have time to tell me this, and apparently I did not break down for so long that she decided to reach such a weighty ace in her sleeve. But if she immediately started a conversation with him, then I would not hesitate for a second. The pseudo-goddess promised to bring my brother back. Little brother who always followed me until he grew up. Who died so early... After the resurrection, he will have a new body like mine and old memories.