It wouldn’t take long for Kairah to milk him over the edge, but Hans tried to keep himself composed if only to watch Amalija writhe and squirm atop the lioness’ tongue. Hans felt intensely interested in the deercat. But, of the two girls, Kairah was the one who seemed to like him the most.
Regardless, Hans only smiled as he waited to be pulled back into his nightmare reality, a reality that was certain to reassert itself on him. Whatever this dream really was. Despite the herbs that kept him hard and at attention despite himself, Hans’ body again insisted on sleep after his fourth ejaculation. His second one went right into Kairah’s tugging walls.
Panting and spent, Hans sat back and lay next to the lioness while the deercat cleaned herself off, in the other room to the sound of running water. The German looked sheepishly at Kairah, and she smiled back at him as the two lay there. “It’s OK dear, from what you say you’ve been through, you really do need more rest.”
Hans pursed his lips to that. “Ja…… Where am I, by the way?”
Kairah shrugged, “It’s only called ‘Oasis.’ We’re headed south past the Velt. You seem to be from a very strange place.”
Hans nodded. They both laid there in silence for a few moments. As if by instinct, Hans tried to suppress all the thoughts he had.
“C’mon, I think ’Lija has had enough time to herself, let’s join her in the bathroom.”
And the three of them did. Underneath the shower head ’Lija continued to be shy and submissive, keeping to herself whenever the moment allowed, but Kairah more than made up for it, laughing with Hans as the two of them together soaped down the sweet deercat. ’Lija seemed once again resigned to her fate of being teased. This time, Hans joined into the teasing, but only behind Kairah’s lead.
Once finished, the three of them crawled snugly into bed. To Hans’ delight he was indeed sandwiched naked in between the two of them, one arm around each of their shoulders, two furry bodies snugged against either side of him.
Within just seconds the black hole of sleep came to take Hans away. This night’s rest, for the first time in months, wouldn’t be cut short by shells, spandaus, frostbite or low-flying planes. It might just have been the best sleep of his life.
Asril
Asril awoke to a tense bustle of furres outside the door of her tiny guest room: The sound of slamming doors, neighing horses, and scared, crying children. The room which had been so graciously lent to her for the night had no windows, but the charcoal-furred housecat didn’t need to see with her eyes to know what was going on outside. People were fleeing, especially women and children.
Opening the door to the dirt road this town called its main street, Asril peeked just her muzzle and pink nose out the door. Dust kicked up from frantic movement and made her sneeze. It was happening. The monsters were coming. They might already have been in her hometown of Miamar, a place she left only a month ago.
Asril’s tummy growled. She aught to be leaving, too, lest she want to stick around and see what would happen when the beasts arrived. Calmly, Asril went back into her little guest room and began packing her sparse belongings into an old, worn suitcase that looked like it belonged to a businessman. She had only a few things to wear besides the white t-shirt draped over her body. She slunk into the only pair of trousers she had and opened the door to a frightened, but still somewhat orderly exodus.
Aolom was the name of this town. She had traveled for three days to hurriedly get here. This place looked much like her own home town, and the composition looked somewhat similar too. All of them were feline. Asril noticed that as she fled westward from her coastal home the felines got stockier. Those in Aolom were a bit bigger than her own stock, and this town had a good number of large, striped cats too.
Sighing, the feline sneaked into an empty restaurant. Like a well-practiced tactician, Asril slid into the back kitchen with no noise, and began poking around the pantries for food. Then she was greeted by a deep, throaty growl. “What are you doing in my kitchen?!”
She spun around and saw one of those big, striped cats, an older one, in a chef’s apron. The housecat had a ‘persona’ for these moments, too.
“I… I… I haven’t eaten in a day. I thought nobody was left here so I was trying to get any food that was left behind I’m sorry, mister. I’m just really hungry.”
She sniffled in fear, ears down onto her skull. In fact, that wasn’t a lie at all. She was hungry, and she hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. The sniffling was rehearsed, but the older man didn’t seem the type to be any wiser. He paused and looked at the floor.
“I see. There are fresh slabs of roast duck in the pantry over there. I was going to throw them out. You can have them, but you must leave right now. The monsters will be here soon, and you don’t have the claws to defend yourself. They’ll gobble up a young kitten like you in no time. Now, get out!”
“Thank you sir.”
Blinking, Asril quickly snatched the slabs of meat, a leftover fish from last night, and hurried out. The scene outside was getting more chaotic. Though she wanted to flee right away, the young housecat knew that if she didn’t exploit moments like these, her stomach would regret it later.
Amid the chaos Asril found easy pickings. Her conscience would not weigh heavily on her tonight as there was no need to pick the pockets of women or children. No, this morning, Asril had a choice from whom she would steal. And her swift paw soon found its way into the pockets of another older male. In a smooth motion a wallet was produced, and taken away from its original owner.
“Hey! Help! There’s a thief in here!!!”
Her mark’s cries were lost amid the calamity. Asril slunk her way toward the city walls opposite from those from which she entered. Her destination? Anywhere west. That seemed to be the only direction to which people were fleeing. Not a good sign for her family’s home in Miamar, but that was entirely another matter. With a bag full of food and with enough money to last for at least awhile, the thief once again escaped to live for another harsh day.
Oasis
Hans felt light-headed with well-being, despite the sickness he felt just a few days ago. He sunk into the two soft bodies resting along his sides, burying himself in them and in the sense that he had been saved. Hans lay like that for a very long time, for once doing his best only to be in the moment.
Days… or hours went by — he wasn’t really sure — before he was gently roused by a rustling and a few giggles from one of the girls.
“Oh, he’s a big boy. He’ll be fine”
Upon feeling Kairah’s hand in his hair, Hans opened his eyes, smiled groggily at her, and sank back into a healing sleep.
“Hey… HEY! Wake up, you!”
Hans felt a prod at his side.
“Just a few more minutes baby. He-he…”
“HEY! Get up!”
Hans peeled his eyes open and saw that his wake up call had come not from Kairah but from someone completely different.
“Huh?”
Like Kairah, the man was also a “furry.” Middle aged and shifty. The man looked like a prairie dog of some kind.
“You must leave now,” he huffed.
Hans blinked and sat up, his naked parts still under the covers.
“You’ve been sleeping here for three days. If you want to stay, it’s another ten gold.”
It looked like mid-day in the hot desert. He looked around for Kai and ’Lija, but there was no trace of them or their things. Suddenly he felt disappointed, and entirely indifferent to the innkeeper’s annoyance.
Hans’ things, things from his world, were neatly stacked into a corner: A rolled-up bivouac, a mess tin, his belt with many cartridges, a dented coal scuttle helmet, a spade, gas mask, and, of course, his Mauser and strap. On the side was a scribbled note.