The Future is Now *** Content Warning ***

Posted on Wed Oct 19th, 2022 @ 9:41am by Lieutenant JG Louis Bordeaux ( Barclay de Tolly ) & Ensign Mrera Sr’au & Ensign Lorelei Lee ( Barclay de Tolly )

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Engineering Break Room
Timeline: Day after Engineering Tour Post
3792 words - 7.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Napoleon was sitting in the Engineering break room alone drinking a cup of Turkish Coffee as he thought about two things. One was his communication badge project and the other was his new friend, the Communication Officer Ensign Mrera Sr’au. Both were very intriguing and a life’s big mysteries.

Napoleon’s friends Louis and Lorelei were trying to set Napoleon up with a friend of Lorelei but the officer kept cancelling out because she had to keep going on missions on the ship she is on. So Napoleon was not going to worry about it. He has been celibate for almost three years now and he felt what was another month or so.

Mrera finished her shift in Communications and decided to stop by engineering to see if Lieutenant Bonds wanted to collaborate on the project. The project intrigued Ensign Sr’au. It would greatly enhance communications. If they could put ship-to-ship communications on screen, there had to be a way to produce a holograph or f the person speaking through the communication device.

The project wasn’t the only thing that intrigued Mrera. The Lieutenant had been so nice in giving her a tour. She wasn’t used to such attention from a human, much less a male. She mostly stuck to her studies and ventured off to climb by herself when she needed stress relief. Bond was handsome and his mannerisms polite. Of course, her parents would frown upon him not being Caitian. Then again, they frowned upon her leaving and joining Starfleet. Her parents considered her a rebel. She laughed inside at that thought. No, she was not a rebel. In fact, she was very loyal.

Upon entering Engineering, she was told Napoleon was in the break area. She entered and saw Napoleon, seeming to be deep in thought. She silently looked at him for a moment. Her first friend since boarding.

After a moment of silence, Mrera broke it with a smile. “I can almost see the gearss operating in your mind.”

Napoleon looks up as a nice distraction just occurred. “Yes my brain is constantly thinking about this when I am on duty. Holographic imagery has been around for centuries and we only to really scratch the surface. It looks like if I can increase the size of the communication badge by twelve and half percent, the new memory will be able to take modern technology to display what the end user is seeing. If there is more than one officer present, the software could perhaps piggyback who one person is seeing so they could do a face time chat.” He paused for a moment. “When I am not working, I prefer meditation so I do not think about work, so I might think of my colleagues who make my day or an old memory like seeing two grand slam home runs in a baseball game on the same day.” Napoleon facepalms himself. “I do seem to babble a lot when I am thinking a lot.”

Mrera took in all that Napoleon was saying. She could tell he had been hard at work, thinking of how to enhance the communication badge. When he spoke of colleagues that brought him joy, she wondered if she was one of those. The last part, the Caitian officer didn’t understand.

“I don’t mind,” Mrera returned with a purr. “I enjoy listening. But…grand sslam? Basseball? What iss that?”

Napoleon thought for a moment. He asked the communication badge to display a grand slam in a baseball game. It showed how there were three men on base and the batter hits a baseball over the fence. “That is a grand slam. There are three on base and the batter hits it over the fence. “Any more questions?”

Mrera’s brows furrowed, not fully understanding. “Sso, the purrposse iss to hit thiss ball over the fence?”

“The purpose is to score a run by any possible means,” Napoleon said, “So what games do you like to play or what do you like to do for fun?”

It was a game, a competition. The closest thing she could remember was competing against her siblings when they were younger.

“My ssiblingss and I would sswat a ball toward each other’ss goalss. We would have three goalss in a triangle.” Then she chuckled as she remembered the hunts. “We would alsso have one hunt the otherss. Just when the one wass about to find another, they would pounce. Then we would sspar, with our clawss retracted, of coursse.” She thought a moment, then announced, “I ssupposse that’ss where I get my hunting sskillss!”

“So you like to hunt and pounce,” Napoleon grinned for a moment. “Sparring I like too. Listen, my hours are flexible as I am not part of any of the shifts. I think you just finished your shift, so do you want to go to the gym, maybe a Holodeck, Ten Forward Lounge or maybe something else. What does my new friend want to do?”


Mrera was suddenly glad for the soft fur upon her cheeks. It hid the fact that they turned red from blushing. She did enjoy spending time with him.

“Friends! I like the sound of that. So, I can call you Nap instead of Lieutenant?” she asked.

Napoleon nodded. “Yes. You can call me that.”

“My choice is the holodeck,” Mrera announced, her tail swaying at the thought of the two of them being alone. Of course, he did call her friend. Was she rushing her thoughts? She wasn’t in the beginnings of heat, was she? Of course not! There were no deep guttural and uncontrollable growls. “I’ll leave the programming to you.”

Napoleon turned to Louis and Lorelei as they were walking in. “We will be in the Holodeck if you need me.”

“Well it is about time,” Louis said, “You have been working on all those projects lately. Great you are going for some recreation,”

Lorelei smiled.

Napoleon walked with Mrera Sr’au to the Holosuite. “Glad those two eloped.”

“They sseemed conscerned for you,” Mrera replied. “They musst be good freindss.”

When they reached the Holosuite, there was one that was free for six hours. “When you are ready to call it quits, let me know.”

Sr’au looked into Bonds handsome face. He had been so nice since she met him. Her tail swayed about her as she gave the engineer a coy look. She could spend the entire six hours to get to know him more.

“Computer, start Ocelot Tavern,” Napoleon ordered. “If this one is too rough or not what you had in mind, let me know. Ocelots are a Klingon Ocelot Hybrid race. There are a few in Starfleet.”

“How rough could a cat be?” she joked with Bond. “Of course, there is the Klingon side. Shall we?” Mrera inquired taking the crook of Napoleon’s elbow with her free paw.

There were only Ocelots in the Tavern and it look like it was not only pre warp society but also a nomadic era of the planet. The premise of the program was one time it was just Caitians and a Klingon battle cruiser crashed on to the planet with about a thousand Klingons. Over the time of over five hundred years, a new species evolved on the planet which was a hybrid of Klingons and Caitians with Caitians being dominant of the hybrid.

“Greetings,” the bartender said, “You two are not from around here. Pull up a stool and I will serve you the bloodwine. We have the best boar meat in the province.”

Napoleon sees other patrons there being rowdy. There was two coming down from stairs with the female walking awkwardly. He turns to Mrera with a voice of concern because he was curious about this program as he had wondered what it was like. “Anything I need to change in the program? It is not for the faint of heart.”

“I am not faint-hearted,” Mrera answered, her brows scrunched together to show this. “I climb without purrtection! One quesstion though,” she was whispering now, “the bloodwine doessn’t actually have alcohol, right? Otherwise, I’ll need ssomething non-alcoholic.”

“The Bloodwine is made from the program so it may taste like blood and wine,” Napoleon said smiling, “It is not alcoholic at all. One would actually have to bring the real stuff in here to make it authentic. Taste of Bloodwine is an acquired taste, especially the blood taste.”

One six foot ten Ocelot male came up winking at Mrera. There were also a couple female ones winking at Napoleon.

“Remind me later to talk to Chief Petty Officer Ngumbo about this program. Napoleon nodded the bartender to bring two flasks of Bloodwine. “I will drink first to make sure there are no side effects,” Napoleon said touching her palm for reassurance.

“Thank you,” Mrera smiled. She lifted her flask and clanked his, proclaiming,” Meww growl!,” which translated to “For honor!” She acted as if taking a swig, but didn’t take any into her mouth.

“QAPLA!”, Napoleon replies tapping his to hers as he followed with it drinking it down mostly. He tasted the blood on his tongue as it felt real. “You are a fine woman and friend and you are honorable. Thank you for fortitude and everything.” He takes another big drink as his lips became stained with the Bloodwine as well as his teeth.

“And you, my friend, are honorable. A man of great character and intelligence,” Ensign Sr’au claimed as she acted of taking another swig. She tasted the blood upon her lips. It was strangely warm, as if it was just taken from a body. She never had alcohol, so was not sure if the taste was blood or or a potent drink.

Leaning into him, Mrera asked in a whisper, “Well? Iss it ssafe to drink?”

“It is very safe,” Napoleon says licking his lips. “Unless the pseudo taste of blood gets you wild, there is nothing to worry about. Are you enjoying the atmosphere?”

“Purrfect!” she declared as she took a deep drag of the bloodwine. Strangely, it wasn’t a negative experience. Rather, the liquid had a pleasant taste. She credited this to her race’s evolutionary process. In ancient times, hunting down other animals and eats big their raw flesh was normal.

She took another drink, leaving a red stain upon her upper lip. Realizing the bloodwine their, she licked her upper lip with her tongue.

Suddenly one of the male Ocelot/Klingon hybrids grabbed Mrera by the mane, forcing her upon his lap as he sat down. “What does a woman know about honor?” he loudly proclaimed to laughter from others. “The only thing a woman is good for is in the bedroom!”

Boisterous laughter erupted throughout. Mrera knew a Klingon named Kronk at the academy. Through observing this student, Ensign Sr’au learned a few things about communication with Klingons. First, you never show fear.

Turning to the hybrid that held her, Mrera announced, “And from the look of your face, my friend, the only action you get in the bedroom iss when you place your hand between your legss!”

More laughter erupted as the hybrid grew wide-eyed at the insult. It was totally unexpected. He thought he’d receive fear from the cat. Then, he looked down between his legs with a grin, “Which one!” he shouted to cheers and laughter.

He released Mrera and allowed her to return to Nap’s side. She took a deep breath before downing the rest of her bloodwine. Slamming the flask to the bar-top, she loudly ordered, “More bloodwine for me and my friend!” Cheers went up throughout.

Napoleon was aroused by the display of ferociously display of assertiveness. “You are my kind of companion. I would follow you or fight by your side in any battle.” He glanced at the stairs as he felt for a moment of carrying her up them but he decided to finish off his Bloodwine. He ate another bite of the meat and waited for another pour of Bloodwine. “You are a fine woman.”

Mrera’s facial features softened, her eyes fluttered as she turned to face Bond, her lips were just inches from his. She followed his eyes to the stairs and was once again glad of the soft fur upon her cheeks, hiding the blushing. She couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline from what had just taken place.

Her voice softened, she replied, “And you, Nap, are a fine man. I have enjoyed every moment we’ve been together. You are one I would enjoy by my side in anything.”

“There are three choices we have,” Napoleon responded, “We can stay filling our bellies although I feeling quiet full or we could go upstairs where we can rest a bit or we can walk around outside and perhaps end up in a tree house way up high to look at the beautiful view. Choice is yours.”

Mrera’s grin widened to reveal her two small fangs. The green slits of her eyes brightened. It had been a long time since she had been alone with man. That was on Cait, before the academy. Upstairs didn’t appeal to her. There was always the possibility of a hybrid couple barging in to join the party. She wished to her alone.

“Then I believe,” Mrera coyly expressed, “that we put our climbing sskills to the tesst. A treehouse?”

Napoleon grinned as he picked up the food at the table as he put them in a leather container. He reached for her hand as the two walked out of the tavern. The Sequoia looking trees were at least 400 feet high. There was a long rope with a basket that went down to the bottom. “This will take us most the way and we will climb a little bit.”

“Ssounds purrfect,” Mrera affirmed as she climbed into the basket in a crouch. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness around them, then she focused on Nap’s frame.

The two of them went into the basket. Napoleon pulled on a roap which cause a boulder rock to drop slowly as the two of them ascended up. “Going up.”

The trees were higher than any Mrera had experienced. Even the basket, she could see didn’t come near the top where the platform of the treehouse awaited them.

After they reached a good distance, the two of them started climbing. “I know you will get up there first, so make yourself at home.”

She took the lead, flirting with him using her tail on the way up. She had never envisioned being with someone so high above the ground. At least, no one would hear her escalation.

Napoleon started climbing the tree the rest of the way slowly but surely.

Mrera reached the edge of the platform and climbed onto it. She laid upon the platform, peering over the edge with a big grin.

Napoleon tore a bit of his shirt climbing. He reached the top ten minutes later. “Tore my shirt. Would it bother you if I take my shirt off?”

“Not at all,” the ensign explained. “In fact, it would remind me of home. There, the males s wore leather loin coverings. We, the same, with a leather top,, covering the main pair of our breasstss.” Mrera helped Napoleon to remove the shirt, hanging it on a protective railing. She then sat next to him, hanging her hind paws over the edge of the platform. It seemed so peaceful, compared to the inn. “This is nice!” she confirmed with a head nod.

Napoleon nodded. “The view here is amazing. It is authentic. Glad the planet has two moons because the view is spectacular.” He sits on the edge with her holding her hand. “This is very nice. Tell me about Cait?” He started small talk because he was out of practice as he felt just being himself was the way to go.

Cait has three main regionss. Plateauss are like the dry areass. We have the montaiouss regionss and alsso the jungle realmss. That’ss where I’m from - one of the jungle regionss.

“I like you,” Napoleon just came out saying it. “What ever you feel comfortable with, feel free. You are Caitian and I did see some outfits you might want to wear unless of course of you prefer nothing at all.”

Mrera glanced into Napoleon’s eyes, not understanding his nerves. She thought she was upfront in her interest of him. She took her tail and caressed his jawline, still gazing into his eyes.

“Well, I already explained what we wear at home,” Mrera explained with a grin. “In my quarterss, I jusst prefer an overssized sshirt. Clothing doessn’t sseem natural.” Her lips were so close to his, she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Ssometimess nothing at all.”

“Perfect,” Napoleon says as it felt so right to kiss her slowly. “Nothing is everything,” he whispered back. He scoops her up and brings her to a leather hammock. “No carrying protection but we can still be intimate.”

The kiss, Mrera received with joy. As Bonds picked her up, she was surprised by his strong arms. She began to purr as she kid her head upon his shoulder. Mrera kissed and nibbled Napoleon’s neck as he carried her to the hammock, remembering only to leave small indentations where her fangs touched, not breaking the skin.

When he placed her upon the hammock, Mrera unbuttoned the top button to her uniform top. She gazed up at him with intent. “The resst are yourss to undo.” She grinned, hoping he took it as her invitation.

She was worried that her body wasn’t smooth skin as what Napoleon would expect from a human female. Her skin was covered with short smooth fur. It was orange with black bands that were just in the beginning stages of fading as she aged. Would he enjoy her as much as a human? One thing she knew he would enjoy were the coital hooks inside of her. It would increase his pleasure despite his anatomy not having the nubs for the hooks to rub against.

Napoleon kissed the curvature of her neck as removed delicately all that she had wore. He enjoyed the soft fur she had as well as the feeling of her tail upon his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and eventually he no more clothes as he walked over to side of the room. “Computer, produce me the Trojan Condom Ribbed Maximus.”

He returned her as she laid in the hammock as he kneeled down as he came to between her legs as he lowered his mouth into her sweet entrance.

Mrera’s muscles immediately tensed as she back arched at the touch of Napoleon’s lips. A soft moan that turned to a purr that turned to a guttural growl escaped her lips. Mrera’s hands reached, running the digits of her paws through his hair, being careful with her claws. Her legs tightened about Napoleon’s head as her body began to quiver. She sensed this would be an amazing night for both of them.

His tongue wagged in her vagina as he loved the taste of her Caitian juices. He tongue fucked her over and over so he wanted her to feel pleasure. His firm staff took fold as it was enormous now. His condom was a hundred percent effective plus it increased pleasure with slight sensual pain to add to ecstasy.

Mrera was on the back of her heals, pushing herself forward with them and her shoulders, arching her back more. The purr became louder, almost as if she were in heat. She wasn’t; it wasn’t her time. The guttural growl seemed to come from within her and was a natural reaction to the pleasure she felt.

Napoleon’s whole face was fully covered now with her sticky juices. He pulled out of her slowly to give her pause so she could be ready to take his large tip in. He placed his large frame on hers as lifted her knees up as pushed himself deep inside her entrance with constant stroking.

Sr’au’s eyes opened wide in surprise at Napoleon’s girth. Terran makes we’re supposed to be smaller than Caitians. Nap was wider and longer than her last. She gasped at the surprise, almost climaxing at that point. Mrera quickly gathered herself as her insides clamped to Nap. The pleasure was great. Her muscles began to quiver, not sure she could hold out much longer.

“Oh my yes,” Napoleon said as he placed one palm in her hair and the other one on her hips stroking her tail as he pulled her hair with one hand while pulling on the tail, “Do not hold back. Even if it means scratching me. Medical tricorders will fix everything.” Napoleon moaned, “Release the Sexy Beast in you.” He pulled his lips to hers as he proceeded to Frenched her tongue as he increased his momentum.

Mrera responding, believing she could hold on longer. “Nappy!” she mewed. “You’re the beasst!” She held on to her drive by clasping his sides, claws digging into each side of his back. Her hips began to fiercely match Napoleon’s thrusts. That animal drive for more became reality. Her breathing was shallow; she gasped for breath. Mrera’s muscles tended more, preparing to release the great tension.


Fade to Black

Napoleon and Mrera had been going through the motions in the treehouse as he had been keeping his head between her thighs. “Mrera, you taste quiet well. Hope you are enjoying this act of passion as much as I am? Your every quiver and moan brings forth pleasure to my loins.”

Mrera stroked Napoleon’s hair with a forepaw, his manhood with her tail. “Nappy,” Mrera spoke in exhaustion. They had spent hours with both climaxing several times. “I never knew anyone that could wear me out. You, my dear, are a purrfect lover.”

“Likewise,” Napoleon said as he saw the time. He would hate for someone to walk in as their time was up. He being the computer engineer he was, it was child’s play after he had ended the program to have them beamed over to his living quarters. Both of them were still nude after being teleported to his quarters.

Napoleon placed their clothes on his bed. “Make yourself at home. I am sure the living arrangements are better than your lower decks accommodations. You are welcome to stay.

TBC

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