How Catgirl Bagged the Boys

Part III

Catgirl had gone up one side of the big hill and down the other, and so far had found nothing. Then, one afternoon, three days after she'd entered the forest, she at last met the Boys. She was resting in a glade on the hillside, her three-shot crossbow on her hip, when they appeared, about ten feet in front of her. One was a curly-haired blond, dressed in a blue, long-sleeved shirt, blue knee-length boots, and white briefs. Next to him stood a wavy-haired redhead, in shirt and boots of bottle green. His briefs, too, were white. A little behind these was a boy with straight black hair, in a red shirt and boots, with--of course--white briefs. All appeared to be slender but strong. All were breathtakingly beautiful. Their skin was alabaster--as smooth and hairless as any human girl's. Their faces were perfect, except that they lacked even a hint of sympathy or kindness.

The blond, whose especially arrogant demeanor marked him as the leader, spoke. "I don't recall extending you an invitation. Just who might you be?"

"Catgirl. Everybody calls me Catgirl," said Catgirl.

"And we're the Boys," said the blond, "the Boys of Bois de Berengaria. More specifically, I'm Alcimus."

"And I'm Alexius," said the redhead.

"And I'm Anytus," said the one with black hair.

"Now that introductions are out of the way," said Alcimus, "just why are you trespassing on our hill?"

"I'm here to bring you to justice," Catgirl replied. "Will you come quietly? Or do you insist on being difficult?"

"Well, you're a cheeky bitch!" said the blond. "I should warn you: this isn't a friendly environment for females."

"Then I'll have to be quick," said Catgirl, and, in less than the wink of an eye, she'd grabbed her crossbow and released three quarrels, one at each of the Boys. That should have been it, but just before they could hit their targets, the three shafts twisted in mid-course and missed completely. "Uh oh," she said.

The Boys now advanced, spreading out to cut off her escape. Quick-thinking as always, Catgirl pulled a little leather bag from her belt and tossed it at them. It hit the ground near Alcimus' feet and exploded in a huge cloud of black smoke. When the smoke reached their groins, their cocks stiffened involuntarily. Thinking that lethal magic had struck them where they were most vulnerable, they cried out in dismay. Then they took off, as fast as they could run. In fact, Catgirl's trick was anything but lethal. A chemical in the smoke caused sudden, harmless arousal in male fairies. But the Boys knew only that they were painfully erect. If brought to orgasm against their will, they must die--and so they ran quite literally for their lives.

Catgirl ran as well, putting as much forest between her and the wicked trio as she could. She couldn't afford to be caught like that again. She'd hoped she might be able to deal with them and leave their talisman alone; but it protected them. Clearly, she'd have to destroy its power first. When she felt she was safe, she stopped and sniffed the air. Ahhh, she had them! Each fay cock has a unique scent, and now she knew theirs. She'd double back before much longer. Then she'd follow them--to their lair and to the talisman.

Three days of frustration followed. She found the lair all right: a stone outcropping, with overhanging trees for concealment from all but the most determined searcher. But no talisman. So she kept following her quarry, in the hope they'd pay their protector a visit. But they hadn't, and her time was running out.

She thought she could feel the first effects of the female-killing magic. She grew tired more easily now, and she felt a kind of itchy tremor in her tummy. With concentration, she could lessen the strange tingling, but she couldn't eliminate it completely. And it seemed to get stronger by the day. Even if I leave before the week is out, she wondered, will I recover? There was no way to know.

As she shadowed them, she could hear bits and pieces of the Boys' conversations. On the third day, things started to get promising. They stood in a clearing together. Catgirl lay hidden beneath some low shrubs when she heard Anytus speak.

"I . . . I think there's more to it, Alcimus."

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Alcimus said. "The effects of whatever that bitch threw at us wore off in half an hour. We were fine, and we're still fine."

"Then why do I feel . . . so funny down here? My stomach's all fluttery! And I keep getting erections--for no reason at all!"

"When have you ever needed a reason?" said Alcimus.

"The same things are happening to me," said Alexius. "And I've only been that way when there was real danger."

"If she's still around," said Alcimus, "she'll be dead very soon. No danger then."

"But she isn't dead yet," Alexius replied.

"Look," said Alcimus. "I'll admit it: I've had the flutters a few times myself in the last few days. But that was . . . very upsetting, what she did to us. I think we're all just taking a little while to get over it."

"We should go to Khaphre," said Anytus.

"Now why should we do that? 'Once a month,' he always says, and he gets very cross when we bother him more than that. We have two weeks to go. I don't know about you, but I don't want him blasting me or something."

Anytus' lower lip quivered, and tears started rolling down his cheeks. "I . . . I'm afraid! You know what the prophetess said. And then . . . this huntress shows up. And we don't kill her . . . . And the way we've been feeling since . . . . I'm just afraid!" He now began to sob.

"He's . . . he's not the only one," said Alexius.

"Don't you start blubbering, too!" snapped Alcimus as he went over to Anytus and took him in his arms. He began to stroke the weeping boy's hair. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. The prophetess only said a huntress could take our pants down, not that a huntress would , or that this one in particular would."

"For every fay, a catching day," said Alexius.

"Oh you're no help at all! We've discussed this a hundred times, and Khaphre agrees. Females are all we have to worry about, and females can't survive here. So we have a very real chance . . . of living forever. Huntresses have shown up before, and what's always happened?

"They've died," said Alexius.

"So why's this bitch any different?"

"Because . . . because . . . I don't know why! But I can't make the . . . trembly feeling go away! I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . ." And Alexius began to cry as well.

Alcimus sighed: "You come to Daddy, too." Now he held two weeping boys. "This isn't making either of you a bit more attractive! Mmmm, I guess I can thank the bitch for one thing, though: it's getting awfully tight down there for both of you. Ow, me too! Now Anytus, I don't mean to frighten you or anything, but someone's about to take your pants down." Anytus laughed through his tears as Alcimus tugged his briefs to his knees, then helped him step out of them. Next, Alcimus did the same for Alexius. The two worriers than pushed their leader to the ground and stripped him.

"Good Lord, it's all they ever think of," said Catgirl under her breath.

It didn't take long before the scent of fresh spunk filled the clearing. The three happy reprobates lay side by side, still stroking each other. "You two still want us to go to Khaphre, don't you?" said Alcimus.

"Yes," the others replied.

"All right. I've lived through his hissy fits before. Let's go."

At last! Catgirl took especial care not to be detected as she followed them on their path out of the clearing. They came to what looked like just another stretch of hillside, about a hundred yards below their lair. Then Alcimus murmured a few words, and a cave opening was revealed. Catgirl slipped in behind them and hid herself in the shadows.

The cave was lit, poorly, by a few torches. At its end, on a ledge of granite, stood the stone image of an erect cock. It was about two feet high. On the cave floor in front of the ledge was an earthenware basin. Alcimus peeked inside this and said: "We're out of human blood. He's really going to be ticked. Well, dears, you wanted us to talk to him. You know what that means." The other boys gulped, and they all took their pants down once again (this time, just to mid-thigh). Anytus went first. He stood over the basin, and Alcimus picked up an iron pin that had been lying on the floor. He used this to jab the black-haired boy's pouch. Anytus whimpered as Alcimus squeezed him to coax some blood into the basin. Alexius suffered the same treatment next, but more stoically. Then Alcimus stuck himself. That job done, he reached his right hand into the basin and withdrew it, smeared with blood. He now stroked the glans of the talisman (for that's what it was) with his bloody fingers.

Catgirl had a good idea what would happen next. And so it did. The atmosphere in the cave seemed to change, becoming somehow heavier, more charged. The torches dimmed. Then a gleaming green cloud, about the size of one of the Boys, appeared in front of the talisman. The cloud pulsed and quivered like a living thing, then drew in on itself. It was a living thing, and soon it took its proper shape: a beautiful male fay, with tawny hair (just like a lion's), feathered antennae, pale smooth skin, and fluttering white insect wings. Like the Boys he wore a shirt and boots, though his groin was bare, with a tawny pubic patch. His garments were a shining, spotless white. He was a djinn, the guardian fairy of the talisman, who dwelt within until summoned by someone who knew the correct ritual.

"You're early," said Khaphre. I hope there's more blood for me than this." (As he spoke, he lifted up the basin and drained it.)

"I'm . . . afraid not," said Alcimus. "You see: a sort of emergency has come up, and . . . ."

"Emergency? You dolts! I've told you a hundred times: if you call me too often, I may get stuck out here. Then what good am I to any of us?"

"We know," said Alcimus. "Please don't get mad. It's just . . . it's just that a new huntress has appeared and . . . ."

"Why is that a problem?!" Khaphre shouted. "Just use my magic to evade her weapons and give her a week to snuff it!"

"Well, of course . . . but it's this funny feeling we've all had since we saw her . . . ." And then Alcimus described the fluttery sensation in each boy's tummy, the sudden unexplained stiffenings, and the ease with which tears came. "You can surely divine the answer here. Are we . . . are we about to get caught?"

Khaphre furrowed his pretty brow for a moment, then said: "I dunno . . .maybe. Why is this my problem?"

"Why? Why? It's a huntress, you arrogant jerk, or haven't you been listening?"

Khaphre drew his wings up indignantly. "Do you twits think that just because I don't like girls, my destiny is the same as yours? I've been to a prophetess, too, and huntresses are nothing I need to worry about. No, what I need to steer clear of are, uh . . . never mind."

"Well, if we get . . . get kicky," said Alcimus, "who'll bring you all that nice blood? I'd say that makes it your problem, too!"

"Sounds like a temporary problem to me at best. Look, I'm sympathetic, but what can I say? We hit on a great plan together: it emptied the forest of predators (not to mention girls) and filled it with the kind of boy we like. But permanent success just isn't guaranteed. You give me all the blood you can get; I'll stay in the talisman and keep its magic at maximum strength, and we'll probably be okay. Obviously, this bitch has had no luck with her arrows, or you wouldn't be here."

"That's true," said Alcimus.

"So the magic's working."

"I guess so."

"Terrific. Now, if you don't mind, I need to be getting back."

"Well, okay, but since you're here . . . and we're here . . . how about a little recharge . . . just to make us as safe as possible?"

"After the piss-poor offering you gave me? I ought to show all three of you the door! Still

. . . suppose you did get kicky . . . I know I'd have trouble finding suppliers half as good. So . . . since it is my problem to some extent, come on over while I'm still feeling friendly."

And they did. Alexius and Anytus, who had stood as far back as possible, now knelt on either side of Alcimus, who'd already gotten on his knees. Khaphre, who'd always said that Anytus was the prettiest, gave his cock to that boy first. Anytus took it in his mouth and worked it with such skill that within less than a minute, Khaphre was groaning from the scarcely bearable pressure. When he at last exploded, both he and Anytus were weeping. "Strangest . . . strangest thing," said Khaphre, wiping his eyes before he staggered over to Alcimus. More tears and groans, from both giver and receiver. Then the djinn serviced Alexius, and there was more of the same.

"I don't . . . I don't really understand this," said Khaphre. "Now get out!" And so they did.

Catgirl saw Khaphre perform a little ritual with his hands. He became smoke once more, and then the smoke disappeared. She stepped out of the shadows, looked around her, and walked over to the talisman. The quickest way should be to smash it. If caught inside, Khaphre would die then and there. The power would disappear; and the "recharge," which merely focused that power a little better, would do the Boys no good at all. She placed her hands on the talisman . . . and someone seized her from behind and hurled her against one of the walls of the cave.

It was Khaphre. "I thought I sensed you," he said, "so I played a little trick. It seems you figured a few things out. Unfortunately for you, you're already dying. He extended his right hand towards her, and Catgirl cried out as a sharp spasm racked her groin. "You have (let me see) one day left, but I can accelerate that. Here goes." He pointed at her with his index finger.

This time, the trembling little itch in her tummy, which she had almost forgotten, grew by a factor of two or three, and spread downward. She fell back and clutched at her panties. Somehow, she had contrived to wet them. The itch got even bigger, and the pressure of her panties on her skin was almost unbearable. Soon she'd have to tear them off. A thought occurred to her: this was, more or less, what her victims felt. Clearly, she was done for.

There was a noise at the cave entrance. Khaphre looked back, his hand dropped, his eyes grew very wide, and he said: "No. No. It . . . it can't be!" Catgirl looked in the same direction. There, seated on his haunches, was Otho.

Trembling and clearly terrified, Khaphre backed up against the ledge. He glanced behind him at the talisman. His hands performed intricate motions, and--nothing. Either fear spoiled his magic, or he had left his refuge once too often. He was stuck right where he stood. With surprising speed, Otho darted forward and caught him with his powerful front paws. He forced Khaphre down to the cave floor, then held him in place as his jaws found his pouch. Kicking madly, the fay screamed, and his scream filled the cave, filled Catgirl's head, filled everything, it seemed. Mercifully, he soon passed out.

Catgirl slowly got up. The strange tremor was gone. She walked over to the otter, then collapsed on the floor.