Curses! - Ch.21b - The Captain's Pet (Part 3) (Patreon)

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The Captain's Pet by Tabby Gardner

Chapter 4 ~ Tabby's PoV

"That should just about do it," I said as I shifted out from underneath the large smooth black cylinder. Once I was clear of it I sat up and grimaced, "Or uh, I think that's it? I'm not really sure how to check if it's all hooked up right."

Then I blushed and adjusted my oversized t-shirt since it had slipped up until it was bunched up under my boobs, leaving everything below my chest fully exposed. At the same time I wrapped my tail around my hip and curled the end onto my lap. It was kind of relaxing to stroke it sometimes, or even hug it against my chest.

"Aww," Cheryl teased. "I was enjoying the view."

She'd been relaxing on the opposite side of the small hold as she watched me work. She put a blanket down on the floor and was sitting on that with her back leaning against the aft bulkhead.

Her tone became more serious as she added, "So how do we know you've done it right? It took you a lot longer than you said it would to get Anya wired into the ship's data bus." 

"Sorry boss." I sighed, "The connection is very non-standard, I had to try and figure it out from scratch. And this ship doesn't exactly have a well-stocked workshop full of tools and parts. I had to jury-rig the whole thing with what I could scrounge."

My cheeks warmed up as I added quietly, "Plus we kept taking breaks to uh..."

It still left my head spinning sometimes when I thought about how drastically everything had changed in the past week. I went from a typical 'tough-guy' merc who was fatally wounded and about to die in my original AMAB body to being a perfectly healthy genetically modified cute catgirl. And Cheryl went from being my childhood best friend and fellow merc to a strong tall beautiful amazonian warrior woman, and also my captain and lover.

And up until last week I'd only ever had sex once. Since then I'd actually lost count how many times Cheryl and I did it. Probably four or five times a day anyways. It was incredible and amazing and maybe even a little bit overwhelming. 

Actually just thinking about all that was a little overwhelming, and I ended up with my tail in my hands as I held it against my chest.

"Speaking of taking breaks," my tall strong beautiful friend said with a smile, "Maybe we're due for another one now? After all, you're not busy working on that project anymore."

I bit my lower lip as my heart rate started to speed up again. I was excited and eager, but I also knew that technically the work wasn't finished yet. Until we knew that Anya was properly integrated with the ship's computer, I couldn't say the job was complete.

"Maybe we should figure out if this is hooked up properly first?" I asked quietly. "You wanted this done before we reached port, and that's coming up soon right? Tomorrow I think?"

Cheryl sighed as a thoughtful frown settled on her expression. She looked like she was trying to decide if she was more interested in taking me to bed for another round of hot steamy sex, or if she wanted to wrap up this little project first.

In the end it turned out she didn't have to make a choice. After a few seconds of thinking it over we were both a little surprised as the ship's intercom speaker crackled to life. 

Anya's voice was broadcast through the small craft as the AI announced, "That took forever! But good news folks, I'm finally here!"

Cheryl looked up towards the speaker, it was mounted in a corner of the ceiling. She asked, "Did Tabby get everything hooked up correctly? She wasn't sure if she got it all right."

"Yeah she's a good little kitty," Anya responded. "Make sure to give her a treat or something, it seems like I'm wired up right. I've already got full access to the ship's computer."

The AI added a moment later, "By the way I've already updated the ship's roster to get rid of that Rawlings guy. Cheryl you're in the database as the ship's owner and captain now, and I've set up Tabby as your pet cat and also crew mate. I'll list myself on here as well, maybe I'll be first officer? Oh and I'm rewriting some of the ship's log, to make it seem like you got the ship through legit means. Instead of you know, murdering the previous owner and helping yourself to his stuff."

Cheryl shrugged, "It happened on Ecclestone's World, that's almost legal there. In fact I'm pretty sure if we registered the ownership change and paid a fee it would have been legal."

I kept quiet while the two of them were talking. On the one hand I was glad I hooked everything up correctly, since the data feeds on the capsule were nonstandard and unlabelled and a lot of it was guesswork or trial-and-error. On the other hand I was also dealing with some strange thoughts and emotions about being listed as the captain's pet first and crew second. 

Like I wasn't sure if I should protest or complain about that or not. I couldn't deny that I liked the idea. It made me purr like crazy whenever Cheryl gave me pets and scritches and called me a good girl. There was some other stuff like that she did when we were in bed together that I enjoyed just as much, if not more. 

One thing I definitely didn't mind was my best friend being the ship's captain. It suited her, even growing up she was the take-charge one while I just followed along and did what she said. That aspect of our relationship hadn't changed at all, if anything it was even stronger now. I certainly enjoyed it when she took the lead in bed. It was nice being told what to do, and even nicer being praised and rewarded when I did a good job.

I actually got a little lost in those thoughts, until my friend and captain snapped me out of it.

"Hello? Captain to kitty, can you hear me?" Cheryl teased. She'd got to her feet and was standing right next to me, while I was still sitting on the deck next to Anya's pod. "You must have got lost in one of your little daydreams cutie."

I blushed, "Sorry boss. What were you saying?"

She chuckled and reached out and gave me some pets and ear scritches. That still made my brain blank out for a bit as I leaned into it with a happy lazy smile and half-closed eyes.

"C'mon kitty," she finally said. "Now that the work's done here let's head back up to our cabin and spend the rest of the day celebrating. Tomorrow's going to be another big day, we'll reach port around noon then we have to deal with a bunch of logistics and figure out what we're going to do with ourselves once we're planet-side."

I slowly got to my feet as I nodded, "Ok Cheryl."

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"Damn," Cheryl sighed as she slumped back on the huge soft bed. "I could get used to this life!"

I curled up against her side and purred while my tail wrapped around her thigh. Instead of talking I just nodded slightly and mumbled, "Mhmm"

She had an arm around me and pulled me in a bit closer against her, then shifted her hand up to give me some more pets and ear-scritches. That got me purring louder while making it even harder to think, not that I was trying to do any thinking at all. I was too busy enjoying the afterglow and the cuddle.

"I almost hate to say it but as nice as this is," she commented a minute or two later, "I think I need a break from all this luxury? Maybe it's finally time we did some shopping. You and I still need to get some proper clothes, and apparently they have automated shops that can crank out custom-made clothes pretty cheap on this planet."

I was still enjoying the cuddle too much to put any real thought into my reply. I just mumbled, "Ok Cheryl, whatever you want."

She giggled softly and her hand shifted away from my head. Before I could complain about the lack of pets and scritches I felt her hand at the base of my spine, just above my tail. She started stroking and rubbing there which had an even stronger effect on me. My purring got even louder, while my tail unwrapped from her leg and stuck up straight behind me as my back arched slightly. I felt my nipples getting hard as my pussy got wet, and I began to rub myself against her body.

"Good kitty," she grinned. "Maybe shopping can wait another hour or so."

"Mhmmm," I moaned softly as I started grinding my sex against her strong muscular thigh.

One hour became three, and it wasn't until mid-afternoon when the two of us finally left the luxury hotel we were staying at. We'd both got cleaned up, and we were wearing the ill-fitting outfits we'd sort of cobbled together back on the Indigo Star.

We'd been on Rolandan-2 for three full days now, all of which had been spent in our huge hotel room. We'd had sex in the giant bed more times than I could count, not to mention the thick carpeted floor, the comfy sofa, the small table and chairs, and the huge luxurious bathtub and shower. 

The hotel had room service so we didn't even have to leave the room to eat, and the food had been just as amazing as the accommodations. The whole thing was incredibly expensive, like neither Cheryl or I would have ever dreamed of wasting money on that sort of thing before. But with over a half million in hard cash we could afford to treat ourselves, and we had a lot to celebrate.

From the hotel we got a lift to one of the clothing shops my friend heard about, and that was another interesting experience. I was used to just buying whatever I could afford that happened to fit, and usually I picked rugged functional clothes that could stand up to abuse. This place had a sort of full-body scanner that would record all our measurements and everything, then a digital catalog that could show you all the different selections overlaid on your own body so you could see how it looked before you bought it.

Cheryl had them scan me first, I had to strip naked and get into a little booth where it happened. Then the two of us watched while the sales attendant started calling up different styles and selections for me to choose from. My friend took charge of that too, she ordered me a few tough rugged outfits to wear when we were doing our mercenary work. Then with that out of the way she focused on the sorts of clothes I'd be wearing when we weren't on the job. Most of those outfits left me blushing, but she convinced me I'd look amazing in them. 

The attendant had their machines start producing my new wardrobe, then Cheryl told me to get dressed in one of the new outfits while she went through the scanning process and started picking out her own outfits too.

The whole experience only took about ninety minutes. By the time we were finished I was dressed in pale orange tights that matched my hair and fur, a black mini-skirt that just barely kept me decent, and an orange and white tube-top that covered my chest but also seemed to draw lots of attention there too. 

I couldn't deny the outfit made me look really sexy, but it also left me feeling very exposed. And with my skirt being so small if I had to bend over I'd end up flashing anyone behind me. Or if I sat down I'd have to keep my legs pressed tight together to avoid flashing anyone in front of me.

Meanwhile Cheryl was dressed in a loose dark green sleeveless blouse that showed off her strong supple arms and a pair of tight black pants that highlighted her shapely legs and strong thighs and butt. The clothes definitely made her look even hotter, but she wasn't on display the way I felt.

I didn't complain though. I let Cheryl pick my outfit and this is what she wanted me to wear. She liked it, and I liked it too, so that was good enough for me.

The shop had the rest of our new purchases forwarded to our room at the hotel, so we didn't have to carry everything around with us. 

From there our next stop was a similar place that specialized in footwear. They did more scans, then me and Cheryl both got a couple pairs of new boots that would be perfect for work. We also got some nice cute new shoes to wear when we weren't on the job. She ended up wearing a pair of modest black walking shoes, while she had me in a pair of small sexy black five-centimetre heels. 

That was a new experience for me, but apparently my feline grace meant I didn't have any trouble adapting. And the slight lift did some nice things to the shape of my legs and tush. As before, the rest of our purchases were forwarded back to our hotel room. 

"So what now?" I asked. "That's all the clothes we needed, right? Are we going back to the hotel now? Or did you want to tour around the city or something?"

Cheryl shook her head, "We're not done yet Tabby. A while back I heard some rumours that this world has a lot of interesting toys that might help pass the time on long hauls between systems. Let's head over to the local 'red light' district and see what we can find."

I felt my cheeks warming up but I nodded, "Ok boss, whatever you like."

That left a little smile on her face, and we caught another ride over to the part of the city where those sorts of things were sold. The two of us wandered around visiting a few different shops, but we didn't buy anything right away. Mostly we were looking at the sort of 'toys' they had available, what the different options were.

It was definitely an eye-opener for me. They had some similar stuff back at Port Ecclestone, but they certainly didn't have anything like that in the little farming outpost where me and Cheryl grew up. And I'd never had any reason to look into that stuff before. I just wasn't that interested in sex when I was stuck with my original body, and was never close enough to anyone else who was into that stuff either.

Or so I thought. It didn't take long for me to realize Cheryl seemed to have some experience with that stuff. At least she seemed to know what she was doing and what she was looking for when we did finally start making some purchases.

It was around the fourth or fifth little shop when she spotted something that got my heart racing. It was a collar with a little bell-shaped thing hanging from it, sort of like you'd put on a pet. Except it was obviously sized for a human neck, and considering the kind of store we were in and what part of town this was, it definitely wasn't for animals. And with this being a high-tech world, I was confident the 'bell' wasn't a bell and there was more to the collar than a cute fashion accessory.

Cheryl struck up a conversation with the sales attendant. She gestured to the collar and asked, "Can you tell me more about this cute collar? And is that available in an orange colour to match my kitty's fur?"

The saleswoman was almost as tall as Cheryl, and while she didn't have the same amazonian figure she also looked like a strong take-charge sort of woman. Her dark hazel eyes flicked up and down over my body then she smiled as her focus returned to my friend.

"Yes, it does come in an orange tone that I think you'll be very pleased with," she replied with a faint smile. "The collar itself is packed with some rather interesting features you and your kitty might enjoy..."

She went on to describe what it did, and frankly I was one part skeptical, one part nervous, and one part excited. Apparently the 'bell' actually contained some advanced technology that interfaced through transducers in the collar itself to influence the wearer. The saleswoman used some jargon and hand-waved the tech a bit, but it boiled down to a combination of signals that stimulated the wearer's nervous system and pleasure centres in the brain. Or much more bluntly, it allowed someone to remote-control how horny the person wearing the collar was. 

It came with a small dedicated remote, but it could also be securely interfaced through a datapad. Then the 'owner' would be able to control how horny their 'pet' was, they could dial it up or down on demand. The collar also had a locking function that the 'owner' controlled, so once it was locked in place the 'pet' couldn't remove it unless the 'owner' unlocked it first.

Finally the saleswoman assured us that it was perfectly safe, the technology had been inspected and had all the usual health approvals from whatever government group on this planet monitored that kind of thing. And the interface was also secure, so there was no concern about unauthorized third parties getting access to it.

She also mentioned it came with a little tag that could be customized, so you could put the pet's name on it or indicate who the owner was, that sort of thing. They could do all that right there in the shop while we waited.

"What do you think kitty?" Cheryl asked me when the sales pitch was over. "I think it would look perfect on you. Shall we get you a cute sexy collar?"

I gulped as I thought it over. I was still kind of nervous, but I couldn't deny the idea got me excited. After thinking it over for a half minute I finally nodded, "Ok. I'm willing to give it  a try."

Both Cheryl and the saleswoman smiled, money changed hands, and ten minutes later when the two of us emerged from the shop I had a sexy orange collar locked around my neck. It was surprisingly comfortable, and I didn't even find the little 'bell' and the tag to be distracting. 

Or at least, it wasn't distracting unless I actually thought about what the 'bell' did, or what the tag said. We had my name inscribed on it, and below that it indicated that I was property of Captain Cheryl Weaver, and if I was lost I should be returned to the MV Indigo Star.

"Are we going to visit some more stores while we're here?" I asked. "Or are we done shopping for the day?"

Cheryl smiled, "I think that's enough shopping for today kitty. I'm kind of eager to get back to our room so we can try out some of these toys. What do you think?"

At the same time her hand slipped into the pocket where she put the remote for my collar, and before I could respond I felt it activate. It began with a little tingling sensation that ran up and down my spine, then a second or two later I could feel my nipples poking at my top while a wet spot started to form in my brand-new panties. 

I knew the collar had ten power levels, and I couldn't help wondering what level she'd just set it to. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was definitely distracting. If it was any stronger I'd probably have trouble thinking clearly.

Whatever setting she had it on was enough that I was more than ready to agree with her. My cheeks were slightly flushed as I nodded, "Y-yeah. Let's get back to the room."

"Good girl," she smirked. 

We found a ride, and once we were both seated in the back of the grav-sled she slipped her hand into her pocket and tapped the remote a second time. My body responded much more quickly, and suddenly I was worried about leaving a wet spot on the seat beneath me. I was positive my panties had to be soaked, while my nipples felt like they were trying to cut holes in my top. 

It was distracting enough that I had trouble thinking about anything other than getting off. My hands felt a little sweaty as I fidgeted impatiently through the short trip back to the hotel. Then when we arrived I almost forgot the bags I'd been carrying, with the other toys we'd purchased in that part of town.

As eager as I was to get to our room Cheryl took her time, walking at a slow leisurely pace through the hotel lobby. Then once we got in the lift she used the remote again, and by the time we got to our floor I was almost desperate for release. My tail was twitching back and forth and I kept squeezing my thighs together while I impatiently waited for her to unlock the door so we could get into our room.

When she did finally let us in I ran in and dumped the bags I was carrying on the floor. The clothes I was wearing followed a moment later, and just like that I was completely naked apart from the collar.

"How's it feel kitty?" Cheryl asked as she watched me with a grin. "Do you like your cute new collar? I'm certainly enjoying it. I can't wait to see what all the settings can do."

I moved right to her side and wrapped my arms around her as I started grinding myself against her thigh. The best response I could come up with was to moan, "Mmmhmmm!"

She chuckled and reached up to pet my head and scritch my ears with one hand, while she held the remote in the other. Then as she started pressing buttons again the last coherent thought I had for a while was Cheryl's voice as she said, "You're such a good kitty."