A little fun and relaxation had been all Keth was looking for. Instead, he found himself placed in an impossible situation.

Excerpt:

Keth was aware there was someone else present as he regained consciousness. The young Katarr warrior silently cursed himself for being a fool. His curiosity about other species’ females had finally resulted in trouble.

Life had become dangerous since the emergence of Nip. Visiting a Pleasure House, finding a beautiful Siamet available wouldn’t have been a problem just a year before. This time however, as he’d followed his temporary companion into her room, she had turned and blown a fine dust into his face.

Keth growled quietly in disgust at the memory of how he’d fallen to the floor, mewling like a kittling; how helpless he’d been as two Dracs entered to bind him, and how he’d still desired nothing more than to couple with the smaller felinoid as she laughed at him.

A cautious sniff of the air assured him that his silent companion wasn’t a Drac. Turning his head, he met wide, strangely blank gray eyes. A human female; likely a prisoner despite the fact she wasn’t in a cage.

“What is your name?” he asked, sitting up. The question caused her to blink, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she scooted closer to the bars and reached through them to stroke his arm. Keth blinked as a wave of trust crept into his mind.

He hadn’t been around many humans, so he couldn’t be sure of how old she was or if her silent behavior was normal. He was certain though, that the trust emanating from her wasn’t. Keth’s knowledge of species who communed silently was minimal, but it was enough to know that most humans didn’t possess the ability. She smiled at him, still stroking his arm. Keth realized she was damaged after a few more minutes of observing her. An occasional kittling was born to his people that never matured emotionally or mentally, always retaining the behavior of the very young.

This human must be like those rare, special kittlings, he decided. What suffering had she been subjected to, being a prisoner of the Dracs?

Sighing, Keth moved to lean against the bars. Stretching his arm through them, he gently put it around the female’s shoulders. Such simple beings were to be cared for and protected; what little comfort he had, he freely offered.

She curled against the bars, another wave of warmth filling his mind.

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Novelette length with a Word Count of 13,472.

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