Of Arc and the Fela

Peace officer Arc in action...

Of Arc and the fela...

I came out of the sun, leaping down from the rocks to aid the fallen cats. Sword and pistol drawn. The first of the miscreants fell before he could even know what had hit him. I'd pulled the trigger of my gauss pistol releasing a burst of needles. They struck him in his right eye causing it to leak out it's load of clear fluid, it wasn't that killed the poor sod though. It was the complex neurotoxin that they delivered into his body that then stopped his heart in midbeat. The human fell like a stone where he stood, penis erect and in hand. He'd been standing over the female of the duo, robe open and ready to go to his knees. His stinking unwashed flesh exposed. Ready for the hateful pleasure of rape.

The ones on either side holding down her wrists were the next to go as the rest of the nest came up from their burrows. Rocket rounds launched from their long slender rifles impacted the skulls of the humans, burrowing through bone then brain matter to explode within their skulls. The sound of muffled blasts sounded as like the popping of heated grain as the rounds detonated. Blood poured down from their nostrils to soak quickly into the fine desert dusts. They slumped twitching, the grey matter within their skulls blown apart by the rocket rounds that the warriors had choosen.

With a shout the unmated females of the nest surged forward with ropes, and knives ready to take go over the three corpses and cut the most choice pieces from them. We though small had many mouths to feed. One female barely of the age of mating ran to the human whose penis was exposed, then dropped her rifle to the dust. A fierce look clouded her face for a moment as she drew out two handed curved blade from it's place across her back. She swung, and hacked at the head of the human's penis until it came off. Blood covered her light colored robes, the blade, and the tiny white patch of fur that lay like a star across her brow. The hunk of meat was then held aloft and her voice rose up in a shout of her first successful hunt.

The female cat was slow to come out of her daze, which a blow to the back of her head had delivered her into. So much the easier for these raiders to take their pleasures with her. No troublesome claws to deal with, no sharp teeth to be bitten by. Still two of them had held her down just to be sure, a angry fela is no laughing matter when fighting. Claws could cut flesh to the bone, a well placed bite could tear out a unprotected throat.

The fela mumbled something in the language of the hounds, and called a name in her own rasping tongue. It might be the name of her male travelling companion, as yet still out cold but being tended to by a number of us. She raised her head, green slit irised eyes slow to come to focus. I stood upon her as she looked up though, between the round mounds of her breasts smirking at her bewilderment at being rescued from the hands he rapists by such a one as myself.

I jumped from her breastbone to the sand, not mussing her fur as I jumped, nor raising up the dust as I landed. With a doff of my red hat with it's long scarlet plume I knelt before the traveling cat as she rose somewhat shakily to her elbows. Still amused and a little less concerned at the blow that had brought her to such a ungraceful position I rose to my feet, and brushed the dust from my uniform... making sure that the eight pointed star was a golden gleam over my heart.

"Peace officer Arc at your service ma'am...", I spoke quietly to the beautiful traveling fela.