Pirate Cat Novels & Stories

He coos, pulling himself all the way out and rinsing his hand off under the water. "You're out of control." Nate teases once I'm under the water again. I shake my head and lean down to turn the water off. I was very, very horny right now. Was I in heat? Could panthers go into heat? I'd never gone into heat before, and from what I knew about regular cats, it happened to them every few weeks. I would've noticed something like this intense desire to be with my mates before. Ever since I'd made up with Ike, I hadn't been able to keep my hands off my mates. And I have to say, I was letting them do things to me I didn't know if I'd normally be into.

What the…? We cautiously approached the creature, which had hunkered down by our feet, shaking. "It was a baby panther!" Catalina screeched. "How did a baby panther end up in the walls of the PAN house?" I thought I was the only panther roaming around here. Catalina hugged the small creature to her, marveling at its presence. What in the world was going on?

Just like the rest of his mates, average body of an alcoholic and unhealthy diet pirate, the Second Mate bravely spit out his words. It’s their inside joke. They, pirates, are usually stealing and hording women for their own lust and personal desires, and now . . . Searching for allies was never their doings. Captain Black Beard gives him the looks of great darkness and lust of spitting off his blood in his veins. “Are you ready to get your head off from your neck?” “N-No, c-captain.” Scared, trembling voice came out from his mouth while trying to straighten up his words into fix sentence. “Forgive me.”

Meanwhile, the pirates were closely observing their prey's movements. Suddenly, their prey switched off their lights, including their radar, making it difficult for them to locate their prey in the middle of the dark sea. In the depths of the pirate ship, a middle-aged male man was inside his cabin. One of his arms was wrapped around a woman as he sat on the couch, being fed by a gaggle of other women.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

His fate had been sealed the moment he accepted the bet. “Fuck it,” he growled. He grabbed the phone and started typing. He picked the most generic female name he could think of—Sandra. Blonde hair, curvy, hot. A catfish dream. He must’ve committed mutiny in his past life. “How the hell am I supposed to find Wallace on here?” he asked. Aaron took a swig from his beer and grinned. “Mate, you’re 500 miles out at sea. Out of the ten guys close enough to ping, Wallace’ll be one of them.”

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

"Oh, the clicking? That's just me trying to identify hidden dangers or gatitos up the trees." "Wait, you are a dolphin? But, this is too inland for dolphins..." Come on, kitty, you can get there… "River dolphins. Pink dolphins!" She saw realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Kitty cats had very undisciplined facial expressions. "Holy shit! The legends. Witches. Encantado."

Then something odd happened. All his life, Seth had seen cats instantly right themselves in mid-air and land on their feet after falling from any height. Apparently, dragons shared that instinct. Time almost seemed to slow as Seth's body automatically twisted in mid fall. Suddenly, Seth was facing the main deck coming up to meet his face. He stuck out both arms and legs landing on all fours; badly, but he landed. Then the pirate landed on top of him, flattening him to the deck and nearly knocking the wind out of him before rolling away.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the