The new captain of the Starfokker was a Cat-Man.
The Starship was occupied by the horniest crew in the ‘verse. Everywhere he looked, fucking, fucking, fucking. Everyone FUCKING!
The telepathics’ mind-fucking each other, the Avian-girls sucking lizard-men’s cocks, the gaseous Veen roiling together in foggy orgies. He shuddered at what the tentacled Nor’ash did with everyone! Nonstop FUCKING!
He walked into his office, ANOTHER of the disgusting little creatures was sitting on his desk. The sixth today.
He thumbed the conn. “Attention all hands, this is your Captain. I may be a Cat-Man, but Cat-Men DON’T fucking eat mice!”
