The Bestiality Cruise – Part 1: The Cat by barbielez

Prologue“Are you fucking kidding me?” was my reaction when my mother informed me that every single one of my female relatives had gotten together and offered me a five-day cruise for my eighteenth birthday. The only downside was that they were coming along for the trip. But that was fine, because I had been so busy with my studies that I had barely spent any time with them at all. It would be like a five day birthday party.

Little did I know, the trip I was about to embark on would do more than simply bring me closer to my family. It would also be putting an end to my virginity and making me discover the incredible vastness of the world of sexuality. And all that because of a cruise. A bestiality cruise.

Part 1: The Cat

The cruise was everything I pictured and more. The ship was immense and there seemed to be an endless variety of activities to help me occupy my time. Unfortunately, I would not be enjoying any of them in the near future. Less than an hour after boarding, I began to suffer from the worst case of seasickness in history. I could barely stand, let alone ponder the thought of sitting down for a bite or going dancing at the onboard nightclub.

I somehow made it down to my room and locked myself in. The last thing I wanted was for one of my relatives to come a-knocking in the hopes of persuading me to join them. All I wanted to do was lie down and remain that way for the foreseeable future.

As I entered my living chambers for the next few days, I was struck with a realization. My relatives must have paid a fortune to take me on this cruise. The word “room” did not seem grandiose enough for what I discovered behind the door marked with a large “69”. “Penthouse suite” would have been more accurate, though that too seemed insufficient. “Presidential suite” was the best term I could come up with.

Everywhere I looked, I was struck with a new, shockingly pleasing surprise. My first stop was the bathroom. After vacating what little food I had left in my stomach, I glanced around. My jaw almost dropped open when I discovered a hot tub and the largest shower I had ever seen. It could easily have fit ten people. Once I was certain my stomach had settled, I continued the tour.

The lounge was richly decorated and seemed more appropriate for a castle than a ship. The only thing that seemed out of the place was the painting that hung from the wall. The technique used was incredibly lifelike, yet the subject matter was a little disturbing. The artwork portrayed a beautiful young woman and a studly dog. I would not have given the painting a second thought had the two subjects not been sharing a passionate, tongue-filled kiss.

I stared at the painting for a few more seconds before my heart lurched in my chest. For a second, I thought more of my lunch was on its way up, but the queasy feeling soon passed. Forgetting all about the odd painting, I headed for the suite’s main attraction. The bedroom.

“Wow!” I gasped in awe as I pushed the double doors leading to the master bedroom. The sleeping chamber was bigger than all the other rooms combined. Like the lounge, it was richly decorated and also had a bestiality-themed painting hanging from the wall. This one showed the same young woman as before, only this time the studly canine had mounted her and seemed to be halfway through… well, you get the point.

I quickly forgot about the odd perversity of the artwork when I spotted the bed. It was easily four times the size of my bed at home and was equipped with golden silk sheets. Drawn to it like a moth to flame, I literally dove across the room to reach it. But the mattress was softer than air and I barely felt a thing.

A relieved sigh escaped me as I decided a quick nap would be the best thing to help me fight the seasickness. I knew I should take the time to remove my clothes and slip under the covers, but I was too comfortable to even consider moving. So I just lay there and waited for sleep to take me.

Have you ever tried to sleep on a rollercoaster? This was worse. The ship was massive and barely even rocked as it sliced through the ocean waves, yet I felt every single one of them. My heart leapt in my chest every few seconds and I was constantly plagued with the urge to throw up. There was no way I could fall asleep under such circumstances. But still I tried.

It took almost half an hour, but I eventually gave up. Sleep would not come and if I ever hoped to put my seasickness behind me, I had to find a way to distract myself. During my futile attempt at slumber, I had spent quite a few minutes staring at the perverse painting and could not help but be drawn to it. But it was not until now that I finally realized why.

My eyes widened in shock as I realized I was aroused. I tried to reason it was a mere side-effect of my missed masturbation session—being a virgin, I was required to pleasure myself at least once a day to keep my urges contained—but knew that was not true. I had skipped them before and never had I been turned on by a woman and a dog being intimate. Until now.

I tried to figure out the cause for my perverse feelings, but no matter how hard I tried to explain them, I could not. But I knew thinking clearly would be impossible until I came down from my sexual high, so I did the only thing I could. I decided to masturbate.

Getting to my feet, I steadied myself and headed over to the nearby mirror. I know this will sound odd, but I love to watch myself get undressed. It turns me on and always makes pleasuring myself more enjoyable. I have no idea if it means I am secretly a lesbian or if the cause is more perverse, but I honestly do not care.

I may have felt like throwing up, I looked as hot as ever. Brushing my platinum-blond locks aside, I curled my lips into a seductive smile. My sparkling blue eyes traveled down to my chest moments after the skin-tight dress I had been wearing was removed. I never wore underwear and my perky breasts were instantly revealed. I smiled as I noticed the erect nipples that stood atop them. My gaze then traveled downward just as I turned to the side. I do not usually like to brag, but I had a butt you could bounce a quarter out of. The final detail I took in was my pussy. I always maintained it shaved, but kept a thin landing strip of blonde curls. It was my way of giving it a little personality. Not that anyone would see it anytime soon. Or so I thought.

By the time I was done, I was hornier that I had been in quite some time. Momentarily forgetting about my queasiness, I hurried back to the bed. A soft moan flowed past my lips as I began slowly, sensually teasing my clit. When I could bear the teasing no more, I spread my labia and slid a finger inside.

“Oh yes!” I moaned softly. I had not been this wet in some time and my digit easily slid in. Slowly pulling it out, I brought it up to my lips and sucked it clean. The faintly sweet taste convinced me to return for seconds. But as soon as I had returned to the source, my arousal convinced me a snack could wait.

“Fuck!” I breathed faintly as I added a second finger. The digits glided in and out of me, increasing my arousal with each new stroke. It only took a few seconds before I felt an orgasm grow within me. I continued for a few seconds before…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I froze.

“Who could that be?” I wondered. I considered pretending I had not heard the knock, but I knew I would not be able to concentrate until I knew was at the door. Sighing, I got to my feet and, after dealing with a few seconds of dizziness, I hurried to the door.

Halfway there, I realized I was still naked. I almost back stepped all the way to the master bedroom, but instead grabbed a bathrobe from the bathroom.

“Who is it?” I called out as I reached the door.

“Room service,” said a woman’s voice.

“I didn’t order r…” I began as I pulled the door open, but the last few words died in my throat when I laid eyes on the server. She was barely older than me and dressed in the skimpiest uniform I had ever seen. Perhaps it was because I had been on the verge of climax when she had interrupted me, but I instantly fell in love with her. She was just so beautiful. So sensual. So alluring.

“I heard you were feeling ill and thought you could use a little something to help distract you,” explained the young woman.

“That was so thoughtful of you,” I said as I stepped aside to let her in.

“It’s my pleasure,” she assured as she pushed a food trolley into the room. I am ashamed to admit this, but I took advantage of the situation to look at her butt. That was a bad idea, because it made me want her even more.

I was so busy struggling to keep my hands to myself that I did not even consider the fact that my feelings for this beautiful stranger meant I was attracted to girls. Little did I know, girls were not the only thing I was attracted to.

“Enjoy,” she said once the trolley was safely inside. Without another word spoken, she headed for the door.

“Hold on,” I said. “I’ll go get my wallet.”

“No need,” she assured me. “It’s on the house.” And with that, she was gone.

I stood there for a few seconds. So much had happened in such a short time and I had a lot to figure out. Was I a lesbian? Would I ever see that beautiful young woman again? And what about my odd attraction to that bestiality-themed painting? But all that mattered now was finding out what that beautiful server had brought me. I did not plan on eating it given my seasickness, but I was still curious.

What I discovered beneath that large cloche was like nothing I could have expected. I had anticipated some fancy plate of seaming food. Instead, I discovered a cat. A live, purring cat.

I was so surprised that I dropped the cloche. Frightened by the noise, the feline jumped off the trolley and raced into the lounge. After a few seconds of frozen stupor, I hurried after him. I found the grey feline resting atop one of the chaises. He just lay there, purring like it was the most natural thing in the world.