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  LOVING KIT

  By

  L.M. Brown

  Copyright

  LOVING KIT

  Copyright © 2019 by L.M. Brown

  First E-book Publication: February 2018

  Reissue Date: June 2019

  Cover design by Sheri McGathy

  Editor: Jamie D. Rose

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The Licensed Art Material is being used for illustrative purposes only; any person depicted in the Licensed Art Material, is a model. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of international copyright law, subject to prosecution. Any eBook format cannot be legally loaned or given to others. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission of the author.

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Thank you for purchasing this book. I hope you enjoy the story. If you like my stories, please feel free to spread the word and tell others, but please refrain from sharing this book in any form. If you see this book or any other written by me offered on pirate sites, please report the same to: [email protected]

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Table of Contents

  Author Note & Warning

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  More MPreg Stories by L.M. Brown

  About the Author

  Books by L.M. Brown

  Author Note & Warning

  Warning: This story contains vaginas as well as cocks.

  By way of explanation, some of the feline humanoid aliens in these stories are born with fully functioning male and female sex organs, which enables them to carry babies. The dual-gendered characters who feature as main characters in my stories have a dominant gender of male and are sexually attracted to other males. If you read all the stories, you will meet others who differ. Some are female dominant, some are attracted to the opposite sex, etc.

  These aliens are therefore a form of intersex characters and they engage in sexual acts involving both their male and female parts.

  If you are offended by intersex characters and/or any part of their genitalia, my stories are not for you.

  Chapter One

  “You don’t dream in cryo.”

  The words of the cryo-tech during the briefing came back to Logan McRae as he stared at the two creatures standing on either side of his pod. They were like nothing he had ever seen before, and they certainly weren’t the medics he had been told to expect when he woke.

  Both of the creatures appeared to be bipeds, though from his current position, he couldn’t say for sure.

  The taller one stood on his left, pushing buttons on the panel on the side of the pod. Hopefully he would find the one to lift the cover soon, because Logan’s mild claustrophobia was starting to surface. He tried to ignore his rising panic by concentrating on studying the—for want of a better word—alien.

  Although the creature had mostly human features—two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, and hands—there were also some bird-like qualities to him. Instead of hair, the top of his head was bald, save for a stripe of raised feathers running down the centre. His eyes were yellow and black, and he didn’t appear to have any eyelashes or eyebrows. When he raised his arm higher, Logan could see that there was skin from his armpit to his elbow, almost like wings. Logan didn’t know much about birds, but he did know that they didn’t all have the capacity for flight. He suspected that this being was grounded, though he admitted to himself he could be wrong. After all, if he had been asked to describe an alien, he would have probably gone with the popular bug-eyed creatures with large heads so frequently described during the twentieth century by those who claimed to have been visited by beings from outer space.

  Turning his attention to the second alien, Logan saw that he, too, had the same human features as his companion. His eyes were green and similar to those of a cat. In fact, he had many feline attributes, including lengthened incisors and tabby-like markings all over his skin and throughout his hair. Logan wasn’t entirely sure, but he had a feeling that was fur rather than hair on his head. A rhythmic tapping drew Logan’s attention to the long claws of the cat-man’s hand as he drummed them on the cover of the pod in a gesture of impatience.

  Finally, the bird-man hit the right button to open the cover and Logan drew in a long breath of air. Both of the creatures jumped back a little at his movement. They stared at him as though they had never seen a human being before. Logan supposed that might even be the case. After all, he had never seen anything like them before, either.

  He wanted to sit up, but he recalled from the briefing about the cryo-pods that he could be weak at first and would need to undergo a full medi-scan before he attempted to move.

  Unfortunately, with no medics anywhere in sight, he suspected the scan was out of the question.

  With some difficulty, he moved his head to one side then the other, taking in as much of his surroundings as he could.

  “Shit!”

  Both creatures jumped at his expletive and took a step back from the pod.

  “Where the hell am I?” Logan asked.

  This was not the Mercury, the ship he had been on when he had climbed into the cryogenic pod. The last time Logan had been awake, he had been on the first of three ships that had successfully launched from Earth, heading to a new star system and the planet that had been chosen for the evacuees of his dying planet to colonise.

  He had no clue where he was now, but it was definitely not where he was supposed to be. Something has clearly gone wrong, but what?

  At his shout, the bird-man pulled something from the belt of what appeared to be some form of ancient Egyptian-style kilt and pointed it at him. Logan had no idea what it was, but the stance of the creature made it pretty clear that it was a weapon of some kind.

  Logan slowly raised his hands in what he hoped was the universal sign of surrender. He didn’t want to get shot before he found out what was going on here.

  The creature didn’t lower his weapon. He kept it trained on Logan with a steady hand while gesturing with his other for the cat-man to move behind him.

  The two aliens stepped back slowly, and the bird-man said something to the other. Logan couldn’t understand what he said—it sounded like the cawing of a bird—but the cat-man nodded and darted across the room, hitting a button on the wall.

  The bird-man lowered his weapon, clearly believing them to be safe, though Logan couldn’t tell why he thought that to be the case. As far as he could see, nothing in the room had changed.

  “Where am I?” he asked again, trying to keep his voice calm and reasonable.

  They ignored him as they communicated to each other, the bird-man with his cawing and squawking and the cat-man with his meows and yowls. They were clearly speaking two entirely different languages, though apparently had no difficulty in understanding each other.

  Even though
Logan had no idea what they were saying, he could tell from the gestures and facial expressions that they were arguing. From the sulky pout on his face, the feline appeared to be losing the fight.

  The room began to sway around Logan and he closed his eyes to fend off the feeling of nausea. He really needed a medic right now, preferably with the medication they had promised to help strengthen his muscles after the centuries of being frozen.

  His head pounded, not helped by the arguing across the room.

  Finally, the two creatures stopped their squawking and yowling and Logan chanced opening his eyes again. What he saw was almost as shocking as the vision he had woken to.

  The two creatures appeared to have forgotten him entirely—or at least must have determined that he was not a threat to them. Why else would they now be groping and kissing like a couple of horny teenagers? What made them so sure he wasn’t about to get up and attack them? Not that he would… He was a pilot, not one of the scouts and fighters trained to clear out any dangers found on the planet they were travelling to. Even one-on-one, Logan suspected he would be pretty useless in a fight. Against these two, he’d be a goner. The bird-man was huge and the feline had those wickedly sharp claws. No, he didn’t want to fight either of them, not unless he absolutely had to.

  Logan closed his eyes again. Maybe this was a dream? Perhaps he was slowly being pulled out of cryo, and when he woke again, he would see Shauna and Claude, the two senior medics in charge of the flight crew. He’d be checked over, and once he’d been given the all-clear, he’d head on over to the flight deck and help to navigate the Mercury to its new home. Then, once they were safely landed, he’d track down his friends and tell them all about this crazy dream he’d had. They would laugh and tease him, of course, just as he would them, if they shared similar bizarre stories.

  No, this was just a dream and he would wake up properly soon.

  * * * *

  Kit stared at the strange creature through the clear barrier that separated it from the flight deck of Halor’s craft. It didn’t seem so dangerous now that it was sleeping.

  “Step back from there,” Halor ordered.

  Kit whined his annoyance. “The barrier is secure and the life form seems to be sleeping.”

  “It could be a trick to lull us into a false sense of security.”

  Kit knew Halor was right, but his innate curiosity couldn’t be denied. He wanted a closer look at the creature, and surely it was best to do that whilst it slept.

  Halor flicked through what he thought were the instructions for the autopilot, grumbling under his breath. “This is stupid. I can’t read any of it and the pictures are no help at all.”

  Kit perched on the arm of Halor’s chair. “I think I screwed up the purchase.”

  Halor’s eyes widened comically. “You think?”

  “The auctioneer definitely said it was a pilot. I’m just not sure it’s a computer program, or if it is, that it’ll be compatible with the interface of this rust bucket.”

  “Rust bucket?” Halor repeated, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

  Kit smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “It is a piece of garbage, and you know it.”

  Halor grumbled again and returned to the instructions on the screen. “Tell me again why I keep you around here when all you do is insult my baby and leave fur all over the place?”

  “Because I’m your baby and the only one who’ll put up with your grumpiness and smooth those ruffled feathers,” Kit replied easily. Leaning down, he licked at Halor’s ear. “Plus, I do believe you might be quite fond of me—or at least of my cock.”

  Halor smiled without looking up from the screen. “There is that, Kit.”

  Kit glanced over at the large container the creature had been trapped in. “Maybe the creature is a pilot,” he suggested.

  Halor roared with laughter, the screeching almost painful to Kit’s sensitive ears. “That noisy thing? Oh Kit, you do make me laugh.”

  Kit frowned. “Why is it so hard to believe? It has two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, and legs, just like us.”

  “Did you get a close look at its hands?” Halor asked. “No claws on it at all. And the stuff on its head is strange, not feathers like mine or luxurious, soft fur like yours.”

  Kit purred as Halor ran his talons through the fur in question, stroking the nape of his neck with a light, teasing touch. “Maybe its claws are retractable, like mine.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Maybe we should take a closer look while it’s sleeping, to check for when it wakes up?”

  “You look hungry,” Halor commented and Kit recognised the distraction for what it was.

  Kit shrugged. “I’m good.”

  “Nonsense,” Halor replied. “We were separated for a week when I sent you to the auction while I was getting the repairs to the storage hold dealt with. I should have come with you.”

  “I was perfectly fine. No one questioned my using your invitation. Other avians had sent their Prime Beak in their place, too.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I’ll bet you didn’t eat properly while you were away.”

  “I wasn’t hungry.”

  Halor sighed and nudged Kit from the arm of the chair and onto his knees before him. Kit didn’t even attempt to argue.

  “You really should take enough supplies with you when we’re going to be separated,” Halor reminded him. “We discussed this last time.”

  “I know, but I’m a greedy feline, aren’t I?”

  Halor pushed aside his kilt and exposed his groin.

  Kit licked his lips and dove in, sucking Halor’s cock into his mouth, eager for the creamy sustenance that he craved.

  Kit could still recall the day he and Halor had met.

  The scent of Halor’s arousal had called to him from the other side of the space station where he’d been searching for work. Kit had tracked him down within an hour, although it had taken a little longer to persuade the older hawk that he needed a feline for a shipmate.

  Thankfully for Kit, where his words had failed, his tongue had succeeded.

  Secluded in a dark alcove, Kit had dropped to his knees and pleasured Halor to such an extent that he couldn’t refuse to hire Kit. Kit’s offer of the promise of sex on request without having to wait until he docked was a price Halor was happy to pay.

  It hadn’t taken long for Halor to figure out what Kit was getting out of the deal. When he had realised that Kit needed to drink from his cock far more frequently than Halor felt the desperate urge for release, he had taken him aside and Kit had confessed the truth. He had actually been astonished that Halor didn’t already know what felines drank, but Halor had his own secret to reveal. Not just an avian but a Hawk prince, Halor had led a very sheltered life before he had left his world for a new career as a courier, which wasn’t long before he met Kit.

  Kit had half expected Halor to drop him off at the nearest space port once he’d discovered Kit’s secret, but instead, he had smiled, kissed him, and taken him to bed for a week. Only the lack of an autopilot had pulled them out of their cocoon.

  Unfortunately, Halor’s cargo ship, proudly paid for from his own earned funds, was one of the oldest still space-worthy, and finding an autopilot for it was something they hadn’t yet managed. Each time they heard of a sale of old or unusual parts of crafts, they had to check it out.

  When they had heard about the auction of the parts of an unusual and very old spaceship that had been commandeered after violating several treaties during its illegal flight through Sector Qi, Kit had thought their luck was finally turning. It was a shame they had been disappointed again.

  Halor hissed and made a noise of discomfort. “You’re distracted,” he commented.

  Kit pulled away and rubbed his face on Halor’s inner thigh. “I’m sorry. Did I nick you?”

  “Just a little,” Halor said as he checked his member for scratches.

  Kit nuzzled against Halor, bowing his head in humble apology. “I should go get yo
ur lunch.”

  Halor stroked his fur and rubbed behind his pointed ears. “You need to feed properly. Now, suck me, baby. Just watch out for those incisors.”

  Kit made sure to cover his sharp teeth as he took Halor between his lips once more.

  Within a few minutes Halor moaned and Kit tasted the hot fluid of Halor’s seed as it filled his mouth. He swallowed every drop, feeling his strength return with every gulp. When Halor had nothing more left to give him, Kit cleaned him with his tongue.

  “Now, your lunch,” Kit said as he rose from his knees.

  Halor tugged him down onto his lap before he could go to the food stores on the lower level of the ship. “Not so fast, darling.”

  Kit snuggled up on Halor’s lap as his captain kissed him thoroughly, while at the same time searching under Kit’s kilt for his erection. It had only taken Halor a day or two to realise how turned on Kit became from sucking his cock, and as soon as he had known, he made sure Kit was equally satisfied.

  And people wonder why I love him.

  Kit wrapped his arms around Halor’s neck as they kissed. Kit used his rough tongue to stroke Halor’s less-flexible one, the velvet texture of Halor’s tongue sending delicious shivers down his spine.

  Whining and mewling, Kit tried to thrust into Halor’s grip, but his lover held him firmly in place.

  Halor pulled out of the kiss as Kit became more vocal, no doubt cautious of Kit’s teeth accidentally nipping him again. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”

  Kit yowled as Halor stroked him to completion, his seed spilling across Halor’s hand. The captain raised it and licked at his fingers. Even though his sense of taste was dull compared to Kit’s, he always seemed to relish this particular task.

  “Lunch now?” Kit asked.

  “Sounds good to me,” Halor agreed.

  Kit glanced over at the creature he had inadvertently purchased. “What about him?”