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She hissed at me again, jumped off the table, and went to Herman, who would give her sardines, for the cat knew how to get her way. 'Eat that you silly ball of fur,' I told her. She turned her nose up, showing her disdain. Opening the cooling unit, I pulled out yesterday's remnant soy burger and gave it to her. The damn cat always complained about her food however, her feisty spirit made me proud. I felt Felicity's rage in a low throated mewl, sounding like the ruler of this abode. 'Get lost,' I told the Felicity as she jumped on the table, perusing for some food and beer.

Due to the way he curled his tail and bossed around the other kittens, I called him Lucifer. I especially enjoyed an all black Tom with a missing ear. The kittens were so cute and fattening up nicely since joining our small family. I had no idea what happened to their mother, but Felicity took the role of mother now, ensuring they received some of the scraps from our table. About three weeks ago, the six kittens showed up at the door to the RV with Felicity. Her brood meowed with her, although they were too scared to come inside. The greedy mutant cat peered up at me as if asking, 'Where the fuck have you been?' I heard Felicity at the door scratching on the screen and walked over to open up. The swift little ride gave me the freedom I needed to live on the road-and the get away power when the law decided to be a problem. The Thorogood designed RV had seen better days, but we kept the baby running like a charm. He started rummaging through the well-organized cupboards. Sardines, farmed on the cleaned up East Coast, were a staple of the poor, along with a variety of genetically manipulated food products flourishing in the heartland of our country. We gave each other a little hug and entered the RV. 'Yeah, got plenty, come on in and we'll eat,' I told him. 'Got any dines,' he asked in his strange wooden voice, vocals cords burned from many years fighting chemical spills as an old sea dog. I loved his cranky old demeanor, odd tattoos, and scarred body. Daddy was a charlatan hetero firebrand preacher jailed for child molestation, and mom nothing but a born again hooker turned prostitute for the almighty.Īs I approached the RV, Herman waited in his usual place the fiftyish male and I were best buds. I drove off with it one day, never looking back at the shitty excuse of what some called a family. The RV was Daddy's hypocritical ministry on wheels. The Chinese built RV served as my art studio and home for the past three years after I split when my father went to prison. Really, I needed no more, living very simply on old reggae music, yoga, daily workouts, and a steady stream of alcohol and marijuana. The park offered no hydro or solar power, but did have intermittent water and a nice little communal shower. Restlessly, I turned and walked back to my RV at the small rental park about a mile away. This tale is not laden with sex nonetheless, three brief scenes are included-tame heterosexual and lesbian scenes, and a vivid female masturbation scene.Ĭaution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Hispanic Female Masturbation Petting Transformation Social inequality and economic strife runs rampant in a near future society where a powerful business leader has risen to power, creating a quasi-dictatorship. Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This act, essentially a lesbian science fiction love story, is set in the near future after economic upheaval and environmental catastrophe in the United States of America.