Cheap booze, a four breasted barmaid and a toady looking little man; what a start for a new Amazon hunt. As I sat in a dingy saloon on a planet in the Andromeda system, I studied the strange man sitting across from me. Short, bald and sporting three eyeballs, the Triclopian was definitely weird. On the plus side, he had excellent bank credit, I checked before bothering to answer his message requesting a meeting. The man spoke up after downing two rather foul spelling concoctions brought by our multiple mammaried waitress.

"I want to hire you as a guide."

"That’s not my usual line of work," I broke in.

"I know, I checked you out too, but I will make it worth your while."

"Just how worthwhile?" Greed began to get the best of me.

"Double your normal fee." He said without blinking any of his eyes.

"And just what do I have to do for this large figure?" My interest had been aroused.

"Have you ever heard of Cracsius in the Polata system?"

"I stopped once for a quick repair." "If I remember right, it’s not a real friendly spot."

"And have you heard the rumors of a race of Amazons that live there?" "I hear they are part humanoid and part feline." "I want to add a few of them to my trophy collection."

"I’ve not only heard of them, I’ve seen one," I replied. "Not real large for Amazons, maybe five and a half feet standing up." The one I saw was real pretty in an exotic way but mean as hell." "I was on a deadline so I never pursued her." "When do you want to leave?"

"When can you be ready?"

"I’ll be ready as soon as your money shows up at my bank."

So three days later we broke out of hyperspace and settled into orbit around Cracsius. During the flight I had done research on the Catgirl Amazons. I turned up a couple of interesting tidbits. It turns out they are asexual. The very end of their two-foot long tails is actually a penis. When two of the Catgirls mate, they fuck each other with their tails curling around and entering the other’s vagina. Their testicles are internal, near the ovaries. Catgirls have a very primitive society, being more animalistic than human. They are carnivores, sometimes eating their prey raw. They lived in small tribes ruled by a dominant female.

We prepared to transport to the surface. Sensors confirmed a breathable atmosphere and sultry, if arid temperatures. My client loaded his weapons in a transport case. He had chosen black powder percussion guns, two rifles and one cap and ball pistol. Since I was the guide, I was not bound by any restraints. Therefore I chose my trusty 10-kilojoule laser pistol and a 25-kilojoule laser rifle. The rifle could bring down an earth elephant at 1000 yards while the pistol could kill an Amazon at 500 yards. This was the client’s hunt. I would use my weapons only in an emergency.

The transporter setting put us on the surface in a sandy area near an oasis. Sensors confirmed life signs nearby. Sure enough, we had just set up the camp when a herd of Hinds appeared in the distance. The Hinds were slightly larger than a big white tail deer with a proportionally sized woman’s upper body replacing the deer’s head and neck. The herd of about twenty animals headed toward us apparently intending to drink at the oasis. They did not seem at all alarmed at our presence. I would change that and get us some fresh meat at the same time.

The nice thing about a laser rifle is it doesn’t destroy a lot of meat; just one clean, cauterized hole about the size of a pencil. It was totally unaffected by wind or gravity. Whatever was in the sight when the trigger was pulled was hit at the speed of light. When I fired, my sight was centered on the lead females left breast. With the power dialed down to five, the pulse burned through her and dissipated without injuring the Hind directly behind her. The animal tripped and tumbled, dead immediately. Remaining Hind’s panicked and scattered in all directions. We dragged the carcass to our camp and strung her up by the back legs. The animal had soft, light brown hair that hung long and straight. A band of fur ran down her otherwise bare back and into her torso. She had small firm breasts and a second pair of nipples between her rear legs. My client examined the females’ tight brown pussy and I could guess what was on his mind.

That night we roasted and ate the sweet meat provided by the Hind’s loins and rump. It was tender, juicy and the equal of any fine meat from anywhere in the universe. I made a mental note to explore the possibility of marketing the product.

Dawn found us traversing the dusty, windblown landscape in a futile attempt to locate our prey. We came up with zilch for that day. Next morning we set out even earlier. We had some good luck and some bad. The good luck was coming across two of the Catgirls engaged in some energetic sex. They lay side by side eagerly suckling each others breasts while their tails curled between their legs. The end of each tail was inserted in the others vagina and while the Catgirls writhed around, the tails pistoned in and out just like a man’s cock. We were in position to back shoot one and maybe get both but like I said, we also had some bad luck. My moron client stepped on a dry branch, which snapped and alerted the Catgirls. They both bolted away as his shot plowed the dirt where they had just been laying. We saw nothing for the rest of the day. Needless to say, my client was getting a little antsy. He wasn’t in the shape for a prolonged outing and began grumbling about ending the quest and asking for a refund. Luckily, the next day we hit paydirt.

We neared a small wooded area when a Hind broke out of the cover of the trees at a full run. I watched in awe as a Catgirl sped past overtaking the Hind and leaping on her back. The Catgirl wore a knife at her waist but did not use it; instead she wrapped her arms around the Hinds chest and sank her claws into the beast’s breasts. The feline Amazon held the Hind’s body captive in her powerful legs while she bit the animal in the back of the neck. The Hind fell with the Catgirl firmly on top. As the Hind squirmed in pain and fear, the Catgirl’s tailcock slid up the Hind’s pussy. The Amazon toyed with her prey, fucking and clawing the terrified she beast.

I turned to my client. He was sweating and trying to steady his gun.

"Take your shot now," I suggested.

"Kap-Boom!" The black powder rifle has a very distinct sound as the percussion cap ignites followed a millisecond later by the main powder charge. By modern standards it spit out a huge lead slug; over half an inch in diameter. The projectile slammed into the Catgirl under her right breast and off to the right side. It knocked her off the besieged Hind and sprawled her on her back some five feet away. The Catgirl twitched her arms and legs for a few moments before dying. Meanwhile, the mauled Hind struggled back to her feet. Before she stagger away, my client pulled out his antique cap and ball pistol and shot her behind the front leg. She squealed, reared up and fell over backwards. With both females downed, we walked up to the pair. Toad (that’s what I called my alien client behind his back) shot the writhing Hind in the left breast at point blank range, killing her. The Catgirl, her lungs and heart blown apart, needed no further assault.

The Catgirl was a trophy specimen with long flowing hair and firm, full breasts. She had a tint waist, lush inviting hips and her soft skin was covered with a downy fine fur sleek as the finest mink. The girl’s eyes were almond shaped with a golden hue. She had pointed ears and her mouth had a definite feline look right down to the whiskers either side of her lush red lips. "Toad" told me he planned to have her stuffed and mounted along with the Hind in an action tableau depicting the scene we just witnessed. That would make sense since the Hind had multiple deep lacerations on her breasts and hindquarters from the Catgirl’s wicked sharp claws.

That night when I started packing my gear, "Toad" changed the plans and told me he wanted to stay longer and bag another Catgirl. He should have left when he had the chance. He forgot that these Amazon Catgirls were not just stupid animals. They were intelligent females with a humanoids lust for revenge. Another Amazon still hidden from us had witnessed his slaughter and she had reported our crime to her tribal Queen.

The Amazon Catgirls hit us in the middle of the night. A swarm of the naked, howling females stormed into the camp. They were so fast that the perimeter warning system didn’t give us enough time to rub the sleep from our eyes before the Catgirls were on us. Half a dozen pounced on me and at least that many smothered "Toad". We got in a few good licks but before long both of us were tied, slung between poles and being carted off to who-knows-where.

By my estimation it was almost three hours later that we arrived at the Catgirl encampment. The Amazons dumped us, still tied to the poles, on the ground and went off to rest. Escape really was not an option because of all the other Amazons who curiously nosed around, snarled at us and jabbered with each other in a strange language. My universal translator was on my belt but not turned on. One Catgirl in particular sniffed near my crotch and poked it with her clawed finger. Her tail flicked and twitched, the pink end menacingly near my face. Her hair was the color of an autumn sunset. Her firm breasts sized like ripe, firm oranges with hard protruding nipples, proclaimed her femininity. The Amazon’s crotch was flecked with bloodstains indicating she possibly was in heat. Try as I might, I could not help but get excited and the Catgirl saw and sensed my arousal. I thought she would rape me right then and there but two others restrained her. "Toad" and I were untied and dragged into a hut. Five of the Amazons stood before us but one obviously ruled. I noticed that the Catgirl’s in camp wore loincloths and some carried spears. I assumed that they hunted naked as some sort of primitive ritual. My thoughts were interrupted when one on the right pointed at us and spoke.

"Rjeyo toitr oo killed Aiotone." I had managed to turn on my translator in mid sentence.

"Then this one killed the prey with this strange barking stick." The Catgirl held "Toad’s" pistol by the end of the barrel, holding it out to the Queen. She had been playing with the weapon and I could see the hammer was cocked. I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the Queen reached for the gun and took it by the handle.

"Ka-blam!" "Aaauuuugh!"

The Amazon stood quivering for a few moments with an expression of utter incomprehension etched on her pretty little face. The 44 slug stung her in the belly button and exited through her back. The Queen, startled by the report, threw the gun to the side of the tent while the gut shot girl smeared blood over her belly as she massaged her destroyed navel. She tried to steady her wobbly legs by holding the shoulder of the girl next to her.

"My…..belly…the pain…..help meeeeeee….Varia"

The dying Amazon slid to her knees, her tear filled eyes imploring her helpless Queen. But no one could have helped her now. Her guts ripped by lethal lead, the Catgirl had but one option, a lingering, painful death. As two Amazons carried the moaning Catgirl away, I noticed "Toad" was sporting quite a boner. Probably not the best time for that I thought.

The Queen composed herself and as her shock turned to rage, she turned the fury on us. She lashed out and smacked me with a backhand. It rattled my jaw; the woman was more powerful than she looked. "Toad" caught one too. He staggered.

"One of my hunters is dead, another dying." "You both shall pay dearly for your sins." "We shall see how you fare without your strange weapon." "Take them to the pit!" she commanded.

I didn’t like the sound of that but poor "Toad" without the benefit of a translator was totally in the dark. Anyway, the Amazons dragged us to a huge natural chasm with sheer cliff sides and only one way in or out. The thing must have covered fifty acres and was heavily wooded in some areas and nothing but rocks in others. Dozen Amazons guarded the pass leading in. I could see more high on the cliff face around the perimeter. We were stripped naked, untied and one of the Catgirls motioned for us to move into the pit. Suddenly it came to me, we were now the ones being hunted. I dashed for the cover of trees with "Toad" not far behind. When I told him what was going on a curtain of fear fell across his alien face. We split up with "Toad" scrabbling through the rocks while I headed for the trees. It wasn’t until much later that I learned what happened to him.

"Toad’s" short but powerful legs were ideally suited for traversing the rocky terrain he chose for his trial. He also had the ability to retract his scrotum and penis inside his body, which protected those vulnerable organs from inadvertent impact. But that very trait would not endear him to these lusty Amazon Catgirls.

We didn’t know it at the time but two Amazons hunted each of us. In their culture, hunting was almost a solemn ritual, which is why they hunted naked, using only their natural weapons, speed, strength, claws and teeth, to down their prey. Since two Amazons were dead because of our actions, the Catgirls reasoned it would be a fair match-up.

"Toad" ran for ten minutes before stopping to rest at the base of a limestone outcropping. He had not seen or heard anything except his own labored breathing. But the stealthy Catgirls were near. Using their sensitive sense of smell, they had no trouble following the alien’s rather noxious body odor. When the male looked up his last sight was a Catgirl crouched and ready to pounce.

"Iiiiieeeeeee!" "Toad’s" scream went unheard except for the Catgirl and her companion who had jumped down from the rock out cropping as the first Amazon pinned the alien to the rocky ground. She sniffed the male’s groin but with no exposed genitalia, the alien’s form confused the Catgirl. She hissed and swiped her clawed hand across his lower belly raking five deep grooves in his brownish flesh. With a deadly feline playfulness, she let him go only to have the second Amazon tackle him as he tried to run. The cat and mouse game went on for a while until the Amazons tired of the sport. Of course, before they finally finished off the poor alien, he had lost all three eyes to their claws and was bleeding from dozens of raw claw marks. He died, flat on his back with a Catgirl tearing out his throat while her tailcock butt fucked the struggling male. The Catgirls didn’t bother to eat him. His taste was as unpleasant as his odor.

Obviously, my ordeal ended better or I wouldn’t be here to tell this story but there were moments when I doubted my survival. A snapping twig alerted me just in time to avoid a leaping Amazon. I ducked and she sailed over my back to land several feet away. The Catgirl landed in full control of her shapely body so she could continue her attack without pause. Her second charge caught me in an awkward position and she knocked be backwards. I fell over a malformed tree and broke off several branches. The softly feminine yet incredibly strong Catgirl pounced on me trying to tear out my throat with her claws. I plucked her hands away while trapping on off her legs with mine. By heaving up with my hips I threw her over and reversed our positions. I drove an elbow into her pretty but evil little face then I sprang to my feel. The Catgirl was momentarily stunned but she shook off the blow and leapt at me again. This time I was ready for her and as she reached for me I fell backwards, drove my foot into her firm tummy, grabbed her arms and monkey flipped her over. She hit hard and I heard the whoosh of air being driven from her lungs. I hovered over the prone Amazon lifting my foot to finish her with a crushing stomp to her neck but the bitch wasn’t as stunned as I thought. She caught my foot and twisted. I fell backwards and as I regained my balance she leapt on me. The Catgirl was intimately close now with her arms wrapped around my back and her legs circling my waist. Her fangs were inches from the vulnerable veins of my neck and I fought to hold her mouth away while her claws raked my back. I could not shake her off and thought the end was near when out of the corner of my eye I saw my salvation. With my hands struggling to keep her teeth at bay, I walked toward the malformed tree. With the unsuspecting Catgirl positioned over a shattered branch, I dropped to my knees. The Amazon’s tender anus was impaled on the branch that was about a foot long and two inches in diameter. Shrieking and writhing in agony, the Catgirl forgot all about me. She released her grip and as I staggered back, she clawed at her ruined crotch. The Amazon was only half way down the branch so I took her by the shoulders and pushed down with all my might. She took the rest of the deadly wood with a shudder that started in her toes and ran up her muscular legs, through her groin, belly and chest and ended in her fingers. The Catgirl Amazons had very expressive eyes and this one’s betrayed her internal agony by washing her face with tears as her blood washed the tree that impaled her. I was going to finish the creature off but the second Catgirl appeared.

This one seemed a little hesitant to attack. She had seen the fate of her companion and suddenly all the propaganda of Amazon invincibility blew up in her face. The Catgirls were not accustomed to victims that fought back. She stalked me slowly, observing every move I made while I did the same to her. I realized she was the same one that probed my genitals earlier. The Catgirl was about twenty feet away when she broke the standoff by springing at me but I was ready for her. I sidestepped and slapped a hard roundhouse kick into her belly. The Catgirl grunted and hit the ground in a roll. Before I could close the distance, she was back on her feet. She tried to slice open my belly with her clawed foot but I blocked the kick with a low cross hand X block. Undeterred, she slashed right and left at my face. I blocked both of those then head butted her. She was stunned so I used a hip toss to send her hard to the dirt but I tripped and landed on top of the Amazon. She tried to claw and bite but I pinned her arms down. Her face was inches from mine. I could see the fear in her eyes. Something else was there, not anger, but maybe????

The tip of my cock tickled the swollen labia of her pussy. Her hips arched as if trying to reach out for the teasing organ. The next time she bucked, I slid my tool into her hot cavern. If her eyes were open wide before, they opened even wider now. She gasped as the massive man dick bottomed out on her cervix. As I fucked her, the lithe Amazon relaxed. I could feel that she was not struggling in my grasp but was returning my lust with hot passion of her own. I released her arms and she circled them around my back. Yah, I got more scratches, but these were spurred by wanton lust, not murderous rage. Then I felt her tail probing around my buttocks. No way I was ready for that. I took the end of her tail in my hand but my manual manipulation of her tail only increased the Catgirl’s horny libido. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Well it was more of a nibble on my lower lip. Then she decided to chew on my ear. That did it. My cock burst forth with pulsations of hot sticky goop, filling the fertile Amazon’s womb with the seed of life. She arched her back and cried out with pleasure. Her tail cock quivered in my hand and squirted her sex juice on my side.

I lay spent with my head nested between her breasts. In those moments she could have easily killed me but she did nothing, nothing but lay still and purr. I suppose I could have killed her too but I saw no reason to do that. My only concern was retrieving my gear and leaving the planet. Then I heard a groan and looked around. It came from the impaled Catgirl. Her head slumped to one side and she appeared dead. Curiously, her right hand was near her crotch. She had watched me fuck and masturbated herself until she died. My half feline love partner didn’t seem at all concerned with the dead Amazon. I rose to leave not knowing if the Catgirl would decide to attack or not. I was a little surprised when she meekly followed me out of the wooded area. I was hoping, having bested her two huntresses, the Queen would let me depart in peace. Of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.

The Queen along with half a dozen armed Amazons waited at the pit’s entrance and surrounded us. I couldn’t understand what the woman was saying but by the tenor of her voice I assumed she wasn’t very happy. My cloths lay in a heap near me so I motioned that I wished to dress. When no one moved to stop me I put on my clothes and made sure my translator was operating. The march back to the Catgirl encampment was made in silence although I noticed my "lover" was in a somewhat somber mood and being ignored by the rest of the Amazons.

It didn’t take long to figure out why I was being detained. Though she didn’t understand genetics in the scientific sense, the Queen knew she could improve her tribes’ bloodlines by infusing (That’s a delicate way of saying stud service.) my seed into her fertile females. I was forced to screw the Catgirls as they came into heat. Well, to be truthful, they didn’t have to force very hard. After performing my "duties", I spent the rest of the evenings making love to the Queen and two of her henchwomen. Now on the surface that may seem like a dream job, but through conversations I overheard, it was clear that once the Queen felt she had enough Catgirls impregnated, I would become the guest of honor, in other words, the main course for dinner.

So after about a week of non-stop Amazon mating I made a break for freedom. That fateful day none of the Catgirls were ovulating so the Queen and her friends got me fresh and full of energy. Believe me, with those three horny bitches, I needed lots of energy. Let me tell you how it went down.

As I said before, the Queen’s name was Varia. She had light colored hair and bigger breasts than most of the Catgirls. Her lieutenants, called Zora and Elise, were of the more common chestnut coloring. That evening I has ushered into Varia’s hut by a spear armed Catgirl guard. Varia, Zora and Elise were writhing around on the floor when I got there. Someone’s hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me into the pile of undulating female flesh. It was impossible to keep track of which Catgirl was doing what. Lips found my cock. Others found my belly. Soft hands caressed my thighs, butt and back. Probing tails poked around for any unused recess. The orgy lasted two hours before I felt it was time to make my move. By then the Catgirls were slowing down while I still had enough energy to escape. For the last half hour I had been slowly working the group closer to the area where Varia had thrown "Toad’s" gun some days before. Luckily for me, the Catgirl’s were not the best housekeepers in the universe. I could see a small portion of the gun butt sticking out from under a discarded pillow.

I was screwing Zora from behind; my cock fully buried in her hot, tight pussy, her tail gripped in my mouth. Zora was on her hands and knees with her face mashed into Elise’s crotch. Elise lay on her back and Varia straddled Elise’s face. I stroked Elise’s tail with my left hand while I slowly reached for the gun with my right. At the same time I increased the stroke of my cock, letting it slip completely out of Zora’s twat each time. My hand gripped the wooden gunstock. She was expecting warm man cock, instead she got six inches of cold, blued steel gun barrel in her cunt.

"Bloof!", the blast was muffled by her tender crotch.

"Ggggaaaaaa!" Zora screamed into Elise’s pussy in a final death orgasm. Her tail cock spurted Amazon seed into my mouth. The syrup tasted a lot like honey, sweet and not at all salty.

Elise was screaming, high pitched and piercing. I ripped the bloody gun from Zora twitching cunt and shot Elise in the lower belly. Her shrieking dropped an octave and took on a mournful tone. Varia was shouting for the guard. I twisted around and shot the Catgirl as she entered. The heavy bullet smacked between her tits and threw her backwards out the door. Then I spun back and spat at Varia.

"This one’s for "Toad". He was a creepy little bastard but he was a paying client and I owed him that much. With a squeeze of the trigger I drilled the Amazon Queen through her right breast. A black, oozing hole opened just above her dark areola. Varia, sprawled spread eagle now, gasped and gagged while staring at her bleeding boob. I did not have the luxury of time. The gunshots surely would awaken the sleeping Amazons. So I grabbed my clothes and sprinted from the scene leaving the two dead and the two dying Catgirls to lie in their own blood.

As I raced across the camp, three spear armed Catgirls were in pursuit and closing. I shot the closest Amazon and she dropped screaming in pain while clawing at her pussy. Taking aim at the second, I pulled the trigger only to hear the hammer fall on an empty chamber. The damn gun was empty and the Catgirl was only yards away. She stopped, planted her feet and cocked her arm to hurl her spear. I was caught flat footed and thought my number was up. But just as the Catgirl was going to throw she suddenly stopped and looked down. Growing from her marred belly like a tree root was the dripping blade of an Amazon spear. The stricken Catgirl’s own spear fell from numbed fingers. Utter disbelief washed her stunned face. Her legs weaken to the point that she fell sideways, spitting blood and leaking urine. Twenty yards behind her stood the lone Amazon, now without a spear after an ill advised and inaccurate throw. She broke into a run toward me and I picked up the dying guards weapon. As the Catgirl got close I took a defensive stance with the spear out in front. When she realized I planned to stick the sharp point into her nice flat tummy she braked to a halt and held up her hands in supplication. Then it hit me, She was the red haired Catgirl from the pit and she had killed the other Amazon to help me escape. In a symbolic acceptance of her surrender, I lowered the spear; then I turned toward the wilderness and jogged away with my newfound friend following.

We made good time back to my camp but I knew the Catgirls had to be not far behind. As quickly as possible, I transported my supplies back to the ship. Just as I finished, the first of the Amazons found us. I pushed Tawny; I gave her that name because I couldn’t pronounce her given name; down behind a rock and grabbed the laser rifle. I needed to hold the Amazons off for a minute until the transporter could recharge. In the dim light of the breaking dawn, the night sight option really paid off. I saw my targets as clearly as noon on a sunny day. I burned two Catgirls dead through their firm milk sodden left nipples. The rest backed off. It gave me time to transport Tawny to the ship. I was alone, surrounded by vengeance seeking Amazons. But they were also being much more careful. With ten seconds till I could transport, a single Catgirl tried to sneak up on me. My last act before transporting was to drill her deep navel with my laser. She fell, clawing at her smoking belly as I disappeared.

Tawny proved to be a very loyal pet. We made love most of the way back to my private moon were I was building a harem of exotic tamed Amazon beauties. She fit in well with the other four females, soon taking a dominant role that she maintains to this day even though my collection has grown to almost a dozen.

Maybe someday I’ll tell you the stories of how I captured the rest of my pets.

The End of Tale #2