Check in with Natalia Barron

“Well, that was a total crock of shit!” Twenty year old self made millionaire, Natalia Barron said as she turned off the TV in disgust. She’d watched at least six versions of the same report, hoping that one of them would mention the stuff she knew had been left out. None of them had. Natalia was of mixed race, Italian-Scotish, six feet tall with long wavy black hair and double d tits. Her friend Sam had tried several times to get her to a cos-play event as Oh’ Wicked Wanda. And while she was a fan, once she discovered who the character was and how she acted, she wasn’t about to strut around in an outfit like that in front of a bunch of horny males. She was thinking of getting a few outfits for lounging around the house, however..

“To be fair mistress they didn’t technically lie.” M’Ress, not her real name, said in a soft velvety voice with a touch of rasp to it. Not strange considering she was a Felinade female. Her proper name was not really pronounceable by a human, so she used the name of a cartoon character she superficially resembled.

Technically M’Ress was currently naked, but given she had a soft plush coat of mottled red,orange and brown fur it wasn’t quite the same sort of nakedness as if she were a human girl. Though her body was remarkably similar to that of a human considering how alien she was. For instance the two golden rings about an inch in diameter that pierced her perky nipples hung just as well from her tits as they would have if she’d been human, and the furry b-cup breasts her pink nipples topped made just as nice a handful as if she were human. Maybe a bit better considering the silky fur that covered most of their surface. A fact Natalia well knew given how much time she’d spent abusing them.

Natalia scowled at her sex-pet, “Remind me to fasten you to the St. Andrew’s cross, face in, and give your ass a couple of dozen strokes when I have time. Of course they didn’t lie! They just left out a full fucking lot.”

“I’ll make a note of it, mistress,” M’Ress replied with a light shiver of anticipation at the promised discipline. Her tail arched upward as if offering her undefended ass to the lash. Natalia was the matriarch of their pride, or would be, and any attention from her was to be treasured, at least as far as the furry little masochist was concerned. She looked forward to the day when the true symbol of Natalia’s status manifested. But that was one secret she thought it best not to share with her phallus phobic mistress.

Of course what she really looked forward to was the arrival of their male. Now that the announcement had gone out and the nanites were active it would not be long before he answered their invitation. She clenched her ass cheeks and twitched her tail in short jerks as she recalled the images of their chosen mate. He was on the smallish side, just slightly over two meters by the human measurements, but then he was still mostly human. Once the Nanites had time to work on him he would soon be a match for the most virile of Felinade males. Or so M’Ress hoped.

All Felinade female’s loved a good dose of pain mixed in with their love making. In fact they couldn’t orgasm without it. M’Ress could only hope the human male in question would be up to the task of making her hurt in delightful ways. She had practically given up on ever experiencing what it felt like to be fucked by fourteen inches or more of barbed cock. She and hundreds of young, for a relative value of young, felinade just like her. She reminded herself that it wasn’t just her future happiness at stake here. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of perpetually horny girls in just as **** a situation as she was back home.

“You know the world is going to go up in flames when they discover the stuff that was not mentioned,” Natalia told M’Ress.

M’Ress reluctantly pulled her mind away from all the myriad of ways their new male might hurt her, and her fellow harem members, to focus on Natalia, “If you say so, Mistress.”

Natalia sighed in resignation. M’Ress had shown up on her doorstep two months previously out of the blue and had informed Natalia of the coming alien announcement. It was hard to call a living breathing cat-girl a tin-foil hat nutjob. M’Ress herself was the best proof positive that aliens were real.

But M’Ress had not arrived on Natalia’s doorstep to just tell her of the upcoming alien intervention. She had an offer to make to the sadistic rich-girl. If Natalia was willing M’Ress would be delighted to belong to her, on the condition she got to be part of Natalia’s harem when she formed it. It seemed that Natalia was one of a select group of humans who had been granted a premium package in order to see if humans would have the ability to integrate into felinade culture. In return for giving M’Ress a place in her soon to be formed harem, the cat-girl promised to point out other potential candidates to Natalia who had also been given the upgrade package. Surprising enough not all of them had been female. One in particular was very important. Their harem would not be able to exist without him.

The prior knowledge had been welcome, as was owning a little pain slut with incredible recuperative abilities. And the idea of building a harem of similarly inclined, human, girls, was enough to make Natalia dampen her panties. The idea that she’d have to let a man lay his hands on her in a dominant role, less so. At least until M’Ress had expanded on that topic a bit and explained that the person truly in charge of the harem would be herself and not the male.

Natalia could wish that M’Ress was not just a worker bee, a low ranking drone. It seemed that the normal course of events was for a harem to induct promising young females and finance their education, directing them into the jobs most needed by the harem. Because M’Ress was not a part of a harem she’d only received a basic education. It would have been nice to own one of the highly educated Felinade felines, such as the ones who could build star-ships.

Mind you, there was no way such a skilled Felinade female would ever play second fiddle in a harem. If Natalia had been part of a harem with one of those she’d have been the one who’d have had to work her way up from the bottom. Which in Felinade culture could be taken literally. Natalia much preferred welting bottoms, not having hers welted, thank you very much.

No, she was happy enough with what M’Ress was offering, with the one single exception. The fact that she was going to have to let a male between her legs. And accept his discipline if the whim struck him. That distasteful fact had been moderated only slightly by the information that she’d be the one running the harem, and he’d simply be breeding stock, or at least that was how Natalia chose to view the relationship. She had a feeling there were nuances involved that M’Ress was not qualified to explain.

The only way Natalia could wrap her mind around the situation was to think of the Felinade pride structure as resembling that of lions. The females did all the work, the male got first dibs on the result of their labor, and the right to mount them whenever the urge hit him.

That was not quite the case with the Felinade however, The females of the pride might cater to their males every need, but in the end the male belonged to the harem, not the other way around. He was needed to fulfill the female’s biological imperative and nothing else. Or at least that was what Natailia kept telling herself in an effort to avoid thinking about the fact that she’d be just like all the other girls in the harem, sexually available to their mate anytime he was interested. She did not like the idea of being part of some horny male’s free-use fantasy. The fact she was going to have equal access to all the other girls, and be in charge of discipline, only moderated her distaste slightly.

Natailia understood why M’Ress had been sent instead of one of the high-level females. She was expendable. She didn’t belong to a pride and the chances that she ever would if she remained at home were slim and none, and slim had left town. M’Ress’ only purpose on earth was to act as a test subject to see if a human male could form a hybrid harem of Felinade and human women, and keep them content. If the experiment proved to be a success other human males would get the premium package, and a half-dozen, at least, horny and pent up catgirls to keep them busy. M’Ress was just a communication conduit.

Thanks to M'Ress pointing out the girls on campus who had been tweaked ahead of schedule, Natalila had built herself a nice little personal harem of suitably submissive girls. To house them, and herself, she’d bought the off campus mansion they all lived in. She hadn’t needed M’Ress’ help with that last bit. She’d made her first million by the time she was twelve and her net-worth now was climbing quickly toward a billion. Her skill at playing the market was what she brought to the harem. That, and the mind set that allowed her to play the part of an ice-cold bitch was why she was at the top of the food chain, at least until their male showed up. Natalia really hated how it kept coming back to that.

None of the new girls were as much of a pain-slut as M’Ress. That apparently would come with time. But even now they all responded well to a dominant hand and a strong guiding voice. They would not have been selected for the premium package if they had not possessed significant similarities to Felinade females, including a strong inclination to submit to a dominant figure.

Almost as attractive was the fact they were also all at least six inches shorter than her own six feet in her stockings. Maki, the Japanese exchange student for instance, was over a foot shorter, which made it very easy and fun to manhandle her. The gymnast was also remarkably flexible, giving Natalia lots of chances to practice her Shibari.

Besides her accomplishments her size was another reason Natalia was the alpha of the harem. It seemed that there was a certain queen bee effect that Felinade females underwent. The more authority they had, the larger and more dominant they became.

The tall dominant gave a sigh. Natalia knew she was trying to distract herself from what she had to do with all these recollections. Bettty had been grooming their future stud for the last two months, now that the announcement had come down she had been sent to retrieve him. She’d been the absolute ruler of their comfy little household up till now and no matter what M’Ress said about how much she’d enjoy being used sexually by a powerful male, Natalia was not buying it. But, it was the price of the deal she’d made with M’Ress.

To distract her thoughts from images of herself kneeling submissively and sucking a barbarian’s dick, Natalia asked, “How long before we start seeing the first evidence of transgendering?” The question was not an idle one. She needed to have her own house fully in order before the world went up in flames.

M’Ress thought about the question a bit before answering. “In the case of males who already feel they are female trapped in the wrong body, right away. Sam has started to shift already. Because he has a desired body image in his mind the nanites will have something to guide them. The odds are very good that he will be transfigured into his preferred form. I believe that Sam’s friend Neal will be in a similar situation. Unlike Sam, however, Neal has no idea what is coming and it is possible his female self-image is not strong enough to direct the change. Only time will tell.

Natalia nodded, and felt happy for Sam. The boy had been the only male in the mansion from day one. She’d been surprised when M’Ress had pointed him out as one of the ones who’d received the premium, female, package. There were a few other men scattered around the campus like Sam. His friend Neal was one of them. Not all of them were gay like Sam. Neal described himself as a lesbian trapped in a man’s body, for instance. He wanted desperately to be female, but had no attraction to males. Unfortunately for him the nanites were not capable of that degree of fine tuning. Neil, or Nessa as he liked to call himself when he was dressed as a girl, was going to find his new body was biologically designed to react to a male. On the other hand all Felinade females were bi-sexual, so he’d get all the girl on girl action he could possibly want. Like Natalia he was just going to have to suck up the bad with the good. Literally. And there she went again picturing herself sucking dick. Sometimes Natalia was afraid she was simply a bimbo in a dominant's skin.

She gave herself a shake and nodded to M’Ress to continue.

M’Ress did so. “As for the male population in general, in two weeks all males who have no female nanites circulating in their body as a result of a recent mating will begin to transition.

Because they have no self-image of themselves as a female their transformation will be generic, modeled off your porn entertainment. Bimbos I believe you would call them. A month after that, if needed, all those males who have only acquired a single sexual partner will be transformed. Starting with the ones who have the less frequency of sexual activity. As Sam said, if they don’t use it you’ll lose it. This will go on until the population hits the proper target ratio of ten females to one male. At which point the population will be retained at that ratio through the birth rate.”

Natalia let out a laugh, “I really wish I could be there when one of the men who sold us out to your people changes into a bimbo.”

“That is not fair, Natalia. You were not sold out. Your race would not have survived more than two more generations. All your leaders did was give us permission to try and save you.”

“And the promise of eternal youth and vigor had nothing to do with their decision I’m sure.”

“I do not see how it could have been a consideration. All the men who agreed to let us try were very elderly. Some of them were only a few months from ****. It is true that the nanite infusion will restore their youth, but regeneration takes time. At least several of your months. By the time they recover enough vitality to mate, the time limit will have expired and they will have been transformed into females. It is rather a brave sacrifice on their part.”

Natalia gave the naive cat-girl an incredulous look. Did M’Ress really believe that the agents who had approached the power brokers of the world had explained that little fact to them?

Natalia understood the aliens' motivation, and even approved of it to a certain extent. Just knowing that you could make a girl fall in love with you by fucking her had caused chaos already. But it had been restricted for the most part to those males who were already hovering on the edge of being rapists. If the male half of the population discovered that not having sex with a woman in the next two weeks could result in them being turned into a female in order to supply their more virile male counterparts a proper harem, by the standards of the Felinade, there wouldn’t be a single unraped woman at the university. Not even having a male protector would be enough. They wouldn’t care that you couldn’t get points for fucking a female who was already part of some other male’s harem. This way, by the time anyone realized what was going on, it would all be over.

It could have been worse. The felinade themselves had a twenty to one ratio.

Looking at the expression on the cat-girl’s face Natalia realized that the poor innocent actually believed her superiors had not screwed over the men they’d made the initial deal with, not to mention at least fifty to sixty percent of the current male population. She tailored her reply with that in mind.

“You’re likely right, M’Ress. Thinking about those brave rich and influential men’s sacrifice of giving up their masculinity to become bimbos for the sake of humanity will give me many warm thoughts at night.”

Natalia looked at the time and cursed, “Damn it, where is Betty with our male. We need him here before some group of thugs remembers we’re here and breaks down the door in order to acquire some free fuckmeat.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon, mistress Natalia,” M’Ress reassured her.

“And I’m sure the horny little slut found a way to get a jump on the rest of you girls and took that himbo for a trial run.” Natalia muttered. She revealed a bit of her attitude with her words. Her personal goal was to throw so much nubile pussy at the idiot male that he’d be too busy getting his dick wet in them to even think about her.