Since Oliver was adopted by Jenny, his life was one a lot of people would want for their own. A ritzy house, a loving owner, and more food than he could ever hope to eat.

As much as he loved Dodger and the gang, it was nice to have his own bed, and a private yard.

It was nice to have the choice to be here, without the threat of Francis stealing his food or having to listen to Einstein farting in his sleep.

Although he did enjoy his naptimes with his "mom", Rita.

But that was a story for another time. Right now, he was enjoying himself at the Foxworth residence.

It had been a good morning so far. He had a nice breakfast with Jenny and Georgette, the former's other pet; the "perfectly bred" poodle that many a dog fainted at the sight of, then he and Jenny had spent the rest of the morning with their usual routine of reading and practising the violin, before she had left for her equestrianism lesson.

But before she had left, the girl had Oliver promise he would take his shower before she returned, which he wasn't entirely looking forward to.

Being a boy, and a kitten, he didn't exactly enjoy being so wet or getting clean.

After she left, he decided he might as well just get it over with and enjoy the rest of his day.

With some reluctance, the young cat made his way to the main bathroom, opening the hamper where the towels were kept, pulling out a-

"Huh?" Oliver asked, looking inside the basket, only to find the other end of it.

Empty. Looks like Winston was a little behind on the laundry.

He looked around the room, searching for another towel. But alas, they were all gone.

"Well, now what?" He turning back around, pondering his options.

There were none available, he didn't want to use a dirty one, and he didn't feel like drip-drying. But he couldn't disappoint Jenny or wait for Winston to get back. And it wasn't like he could just take one from-

...

'That's...' The kitten pondered, looking at the door to the bathroom, stroking his chin cautiously. 'An idea...'

As much as Georgette eased up since she first met him, having not exactly made a great first impression, she still had some strict rules about her privacy, namely with her bedroom and bathroom.

It was forbidden territory for the kitten, as he had only ever been in the former once and never in the latter.

If she was to catch him going into her bathroom without her permission, she'd probably go mad! He couldn't bear thinking about what she would do to punish him

'But, maybe she won't find out...' Oliver thought further to himself.. 'After all, I'm just going to grab a towel. I bet she has tons of them; she won't notice if one goes missing. Plus, Jenny DID say to take a shower before she got back...'

With his mind made up and his mission set, the cat sneaked his way upstairs.

Once he made it to the landing, he carefully opened the door, looking through the crack and seeing the room empty and the coast clear.

With the poodle absent from her private quarters, Oliver quickly sneaked his way into the room, making a b-line for the door that, presumably, led to the bathroom.

His hand was placed on the handle, and he found himself needing to take a deep breath and cross his heart, wishing this went off without a hitch, before opening the door, peeking his head through the crack.

'Here goes...' The cat thought, opening the door and sneaking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he was inside, he took a moment to marvel the difference between here and the bathroom he had used up until now.

It was a lot cleaner, with a larger bathtub and an assortment of hair care products on the counter. It even had its own hamper next to the toilet, that he was sure he could fit into, though it was currently empty.

Oliver took a moment to sniff around, finding the room a lot more fragrant than the other one, with hints of vanilla and rose.

'Must be her fancy shampoo...' The kitten thought, before continuing his search.

The towels weren't hard to find. In the corner of the room, next to the counter, sat a tall white cabinet with glass panes on each door.

Oliver carefully walked towards it, trying not to make too much noise, though he doubted she'd have heard him all the way downstairs anyway.

Once he arrived, he picked one out from the back, hoping that she wouldn't notice even if she came in, and admired its soft texture in his hands.

'Wow... It's so fluffy~' The cat thought to himself, rubbing his cheek on the fabric.

He was even purring a bit.

'Alright, now to get out of here and-' Oliver started thinking, before a dreadful sound rang in his ears, cutting off any and all thoughts in his mind.

The approaching sound of heels clacking against the floor, and a familiar feminine voice humming a tune.

Georgette was coming.

'Oh no!' The cat screamed internally, his fur standing on end and his eyes bulging.

In a panic, he looked around for a hiding spot.

'The bathtub? No, she'll see me! Cabinet? They've got windows! Toilet? It's not big enough!' The cat thought, before his eyes settled on the last resort.

The hamper.

In an instant, the kitten threw himself into the hamper, shoving himself in and sitting down inside, hoping that he wouldn't be found.

Just as he was closing the lid, the bathroom door opened, and the sounds from outside were now in the room with him, making his heart skip a beat

"Mmh... Mhhm~" Georgette hummed to herself, stepping into the bathroom, her shoes clacking against the floor.

Oliver held his breath, listening to the sound of the dog's heels approaching the hamper.

The cat shut his eyes, praying that she wouldn't look inside.

After a few seconds, the steps came to a stop, and everything was quiet, save for the sound of a... Zipper?

It took the cat a second to consider what the source of such could be, until it hit him.

'Wait, she unzipping her-'

"Ahhh~" Georgette's voice broke through, as she sighed loudly.

A sound of clothes rustling followed, just as the cat noticed something rhat would give him a bit more insight to the situation; a tiny, tiny hole in the hamper, at the perfect for him to peek out of.

He didn't have much time to question how or why it got there, and was more focused on what he saw when he put his eye to it.

Standing at the other side of the hamper was Georgette, though he could only see the lower half of the canine.

What he could see, was her dress being removed and dropping to the floor, revealing a pair of long, stocking-clad legs and a pink thong, covering up her rather sizable bottom.

The sight made Oliver's mouth water, the cat's gaze fixated on the shapely buttocks.

'Whoa...' He thought to himself, not believing the sight before him.

Being a gentleman, Oliver knew it was unbecoming to think this way, especially since Georgette was a lady, but he couldn't deny the beauty of the dog's ass.

He was gifted a few more seconds to marvel her supple cheeks, as she decided to remove her bra as well.

'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ohmygoshohmygoshohmy-' Oliver's mind went a mile a minute, the blood pumping in his ears and the naughty thing in his shorts stirring to life, growing stiff in a matter of seconds.

And, as fate would have it, there was more to come. As soon as she dropped her bra to the floor, he knew what was next.

"Ooh, I need this..." The poodle spoke to herself, before bending down and grabbing the waistband of her thong, beginning to slide it down her thighs.

'Holy-' Was all the cat could think, as the dog's bottom slowly revealed itself, inch by inch.

By now, his heart was pounding so loud he was sure even she could hear it.

Her hips were next, then her cheeks, and then, the grand reveal.

"Mmmm~" The poodle sighed, bending over and letting the undergarment fall to the ground, unknowingly revealing her rear in full view to the cat.

The cat's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his member throbbing against the fabric of his underwear, and his tongue felt too dry for his own liking.

Suddenly, he completely agreed with every assessment she ever made about herself, particularly the many, many timed she had used the word "perfection".

The poodle's plump ass was absolutely perfect. Her cheeks had the exact right amount of fat to them, and they looked incredibly soft, almost as if they were begging for him to sink his paws into them.

Even when she stood back up, the sight remained burned into his retinas, and his dick pulsating at the thought of being buried in those pillows she called her buttocks.

'Oh man, this is-'

Once again, his thoughts were interrupted, this time by the hamper's lid opening, suddenly snapping him out of his stupor and making his blood freeze.

Instinctively, sensing the danger, he covered his head with his hands and ducked further down, bracing for the worse when she spotted him.

However, it looked like the odds were in his favor, as Georgette hadn't seen him yet.

Instead, she dumped her clothes inside, landing atop the kitten, before shutting the lid.

Oliver was a little confused, as the dog's clothes had landed on top of him, but was relived the poodle hadn't caught him.

The sound of water running followed, indicating that she preparing her shower, leaving the boy alone with her dirty clothing.

Her dirty clothing... That hugged so tightly to her body... Her perfect, flawless body...

His mind was already going into overdrive, his body heating up at the very thought of being enveloped by her clothing, which still held her scent, and his cock pulsing, the blood flowing through it and making him harder and harder.

And there was one piece on particular he couldn't resist getting his hands on.

Slowly, cautiously, the cat reached into the pile, searching for the one thing he had wanted to touch ever since he laid eyes on it.

It didn't take long, as his paws wrapped around a certain pink fabric, and pulled it out, holding the garment in front of him, shaking hands gently grasping the garment.

"Ohhh..." Oliver sighed, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the poodle's panties.

He couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about his current actions. Deep down, he knew better than this, and was taught that a proper gentleman never, ever steals from anyone, especially a lady.

But, despite his guilt, the kitten was still unable to resist bringing the undergarment closer to his nose, taking a deep inhale.

"Ahhhhhh~" The cat groaned, the smell of the fabric, and the smell of the dog it belonged to, filling his lungs and making his cock twitch and his balls tense up.

That one sniff was all it took to convince him to commit to the morally wrong act, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down his legs, along with his underwear, letting his rock hard prick spring free.

He let out another shaky sigh, taking another deep sniff of the pink panties, letting the scent flood his nostrils.

His eyes were shut tight, his heart thumping in his chest, and his dick achingly erect, all because of the intoxicating scent of the poodle's underwear.

Just thinking about the way this thing must've been hugging around her shapely hips, and her supple bottom, sent chills down his spine.

Oliver couldn't stand it anymore. His dick was throbbing painfully, begging to be touched. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

"Hah... Hah..." The kitten breathed heavily, wrapping his paws around his aching member, giving the appendage a light squeeze.

He shuddered at the sensation, his sensitive flesh sending signals of pleasure throughout his body, before he began slowly pumping his hand, working his rod in a gentle stroking motion.

"Ooohhh... Oh yes~" Oliver sighed, his head tilting back slightly and taking another deep lungful of the poodle's scent, before continuing to jerk his dick.

His mind was completely lost in the lustful fog, and his focus was entirely on his hand, pumping away at his throbbing dick.

It was getting too much for him, and he slowly opened his eyes from the ecstasy, before shooting them open when he registered what he saw in front of him.

To his horror, the lid of the hamper was wide open, held up by the poodle's paw, who was glaring at him with an amused look.

"H-Ha-Ha-Ge-Geo-G-Geor-" Oliver stuttered, his mind struggling to comprehend what to do.

He didn't know whether he should apologize and beg for mercy, make a run for it or just pretend nothing was happening.

The latter seemed to be the most tempting, as Georgette didn't appear upset or mad, only smirking at him, and he was too far gone to stop anyway.

"Go on, darling~" The poodle cooed teasingly, placing a hand on her hip. "I hope I'm not ruining your fun~"

"I-I-I-I-I-uhhh-" Oliver continued stuttering, not able to form a sentence.

He was too busy looking anywhere but at the poodle, his face as red as a beet, and his hands trying to cover himself, which made the older anthro giggle.

"Well, when you're done, you might as well make yourself useful and give me a hand~" The dog said, making the cat's jaw drop.

Before the cat could say anything else, the poodle walked away, letting the lid drop, and leaving the boy with his thoughts, and his raging boner.

'Was that real?' The cat wondered, trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing.

He didn't give himself much time to consider, crawling to the top of the hamper to peek outside, looking out the hole and watching as Georgette stepped into the tub.

The feline's eyes were immediately drawn to the poodle's backside, watching as she slowly bent down and lifted a leg over the edge, letting the cat get a good view of her glorious rump.

She took notice of it, looking back and winking at him, before she moved herself into the shower in the way of the water, soaking her body.

The sight was enough to get him hard again, his cock pulsing with need, begging him to accept her offer.

He couldn't keep waiting, and couldn't stand it anymore. So he crawled out  and made his way to the shower, getting closer to the pristine, beautiful poodle, who turned around to him and smiled.

"My, my, aren't you excited~?" The dog asked teasingly, looking the cat up and down, her eyes lingering on his erect shaft. "Go on, strip for me~"

Oliver blushed heavily, not used to doing this in front of anyone.

He gulped nervously, before doing as she asked, removing his clothing until he was stark naked, feeling a little self conscious.

Georgette laughed as she couched down, getting a better look at his shameful little soldier on parade for her, a mocking smile on her face.

"Awww~ What a big man you are, Oliver~" She cooed teasingly, leaning forward. "I bet the girls are just fighting over you, aren't they~?"

The boy was too ashamed to respond, his face red with embarrassment, which made the canine all the more delighted.

"My breasts are up here, darling~" The poodle stated, pointing a finger to her chest.

Oliver's face somehow got even redder, as he slowly looked up, the dog's ample bust now in front of him.

Sure enough, they were incredible as well. He wasn't exactly sure what type of cup she was, but either way, her tits were the perfect size.

He had the urge to bury his face in between them, and judging by the way Georgette was shaking her chest side to side, she wouldn't mind it.

But even so, as amazing as they were, it wasn't the point of focus for the kitten. He had his mind still set on a different part of her.

As such, his eyes darted back down to her hips, trying to get another eyeful of that delicious rump of hers, though he wasn't exactly a master in the art of subtlety yet.

"Oh, I see how it is~" Georgette spoke with a smirk, standing back up and turning around again, this time bending over and putting her rear on display. "You prefer this, don't you~?"

"Y- Yeah..." Oliver admitted with a heavy blush, unable to tear his eyes away from the poodle's butt.

"How flattering~ But first..." The dog spoke, grabbing a bottle of body wash, opening it and offering it to him. "You need to earn that. Start with my legs."

Once he stepped into the shower as well, the young cat took the bottle and put some of the liquid soap into his hands, before he began lathering them together and stepping inside the shower.

Once he got inside, the cat could get a look at the interior of the porcelain.

He had to admit, it was pretty marvellous. Much more than the one he had been using.

To start with, the walls and even the tub were actually painted & decorated, looking like the bottom of the ocean, with a hint of Atlantis. The lights fixed in the walls gave it a nice glow, giving it the impression of the real ocean floor.

There was some shelves fitted in, shaped like clams that fit with the water theme, each of them lined with more cleaning & hygiene products than he could count. Shampoo, conditioners, oils, soap, body wash, sponges, scrubbers and who knew what else.

On top of that, the show itself had multiple settings that he could only guess what were for. Even the shower head looked like it had more than the simple function to it, which would probably explain how she achieved her poofy look.

Finally, some kind of... Chair? It was fitted in the shower as well, also sharing the whole underwater theme, like an open oyster with Georgette representing the pearl, looking comfy as well as practical.

With his hands coated in the gel, he shakily rubbed the poodle's shins and calves, getting to work.

"Mmm, just like that~" The dog spoke, smiling and humming as he massaged the suds onto her legs, while she did the same with her upper body. "You've got quite the magic touch, dear~"

Oliver smiled at her words, happy that he was able to satisfy her.

'Her legs are really soft...' The kitten thought to himself, rubbing the smooth skin & fur. 'So silky and smooth... It's unbelievable...'

He continued with his ministrations, rubbing down to the canine's calves and feet, until he got to the toes.

"Make sure to get in between every one." The older canine ordereded, sitting down on the chair and offering him her foot. "I expect nothing less than perfection, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Oliver replied, before getting back to work, starting with her big toe, carefully lathering it up and coating the digit.

Once that was done, he did the same to her other toes, rubbing the digits in a gentle fashion and making the dog sigh.

"Ahhh~ See? You can be a gentleman when you want to be~" Georgette spoke, sighing in pleasure.

The cat smiled at her compliment, continuing his work, getting every little square inch of her foot.

After a short while, she seemed satisfied when she pulled her foot away and place her other one down, and he repeated the process, giving the poodle the same treatment.

This wasn't exactly how he planned, or wanted, to spend his morning. Doing chores was never fun, and as he came to learn, neither was doing favors for Georgette. So having to do both was not exactly on the list of things he'd enjoy.

However, being here, with her, was something he found himself liking. He wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe the fact he was being allowed in here, maybe the idea of making someone else happy...

But in all honesty, he knew the real reason: her body.

He would've thought it was disgusting and rude to be attracted to her, given their different species.

But the fact remained; the canine was stunning, and had a very nice figure. Particularly those big things on her chest, but more prominently, those incredible cheeks attached to her.

Those round, firm, perky cheeks... They were the stuff of legends. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed them before.

He had a hard time believing anyone could have a rear like hers, and if there was, then she was probably a goddess, too.

'Wow, her butt is just...' Oliver thought, trying not to get distracted. 'It's so nice, and soft, and bouncy, and-'

"Enough." Georgette declared, interrupting his thoughts, pulling her foot away. "I think it's time you started working on something a bit... bigger."

The kitten's blood froze, contrasting with the warm water, and his eyes inflated when he realised what she meant.

Sure enough, the poodle stood up and turned around, putting her bottom in front of him.

"Time to wash my bum~" The older canine cooed, looking back and shaking her butt from side to side. "And don't worry about getting a little handsy~"

With that, she leaned forward and rested her arms on the wall, letting her cheeks hang in front of the boy's face, which looked like it had been hypnotised, as his gaze was fixed on the perfect buttocks.

It was as if everything else in the world disappeared, and all that was left was the supple arse right in front of him. His gaze refused to look elsewhere. Every last strand of wet fur of those godly buttocks deserved to be watched, by a lucky, undeserving boy like him.

"Well? It's not going to clean itself." The dog declared, looking back and giving him a slight glare. "I have other things to do today, you know."

Oliver's eyes snapped back into focus, the spell broken, and the poodle's harsh gaze made his fur stand on end.

"Uh, r- right! S- Sorry!" He exclaimed, grabbing the bottle of soap and squirting the gel into his hands.

"Mm-hm..." Georgette sighed, looking away and returning her attention to the wall. "Get to work."

"O- Okay..." The cat replied, rubbing his paws together, before placing his hands on the canine's rump, his eyes bulging slightly.

Even though he had already gotten a glimpse of her bottom, feeling it was something else. It was as soft as it looked, but firm as well, and her fur felt even silkier when wet.

'Whoa... It's so big...' The kitten thought, rubbing his fingers along the smooth flesh, covering it as best he could.

He wasn't wrong. It took quite a few seconds just to coat it from top to bottom just once, and his palms didn't even cover the full center of each cheek.

And, of course, he couldn't stop thinking about how it felt in his paws.

He was almost tempted to give it a squeeze, but he was still a little scared of her, despite her reassurance, so he just opted to wash and stare.

'Gosh, they're so amazing...' Oliver thought, rubbing his paws along her ass, feeling his shaft getting hard as steel.

His hands were gliding across the supple globes, covering the surface of her rump with the suds, making it look shiny and sparkly, and making his cock ache in the process.

It took a few seconds before Georgette spoke.

"That'll do for the surface." She sighed, before looking back and smirking at the boy, who had a rather noticeable erection. "I can see you're enjoying yourself, too~"

"Oh! Uh, uhm..." He nervously responded, unsure of how to go from there.

Fortunately, the poodle just giggled at his flustered reaction, giving him a sly smirk.

"Well, since you've resisted doing something naughty since you stepped in, I suppose you've earned a little reward~" She continued, sticking her ass closer to his face. "Spread me, darling."

That made his heart skip a few beats, unsure if he could comprehend what she just ordered him to do.

"S- Spread you?" Oliver asked, blushing at her words.

"You heard me." The canine replied, looking back. "Do it."

The boy gulped at her tone, but still did as she asked, taking ahold of each cheek and spreading them apart, giving him a look at what was hidden beneath.

"Ohhhh... My..." The cat breathed, his eyes widening at the sight, and his mouth agape.

Right before him, between her ass cheeks, sat the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

On top, it was the poodle's asshole, looking puckered, pristine and perfect. Beneath that, was her unmentionables. A poofy cookie with an invitingly tight entrance, glistening flawlessly in the water.

He was so entranced by the sight, he hadn't realised his dick had started to leak pre, drooling a trail of precum from the tip.

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you, this is the dirtiest part of my perfect body. Ergo, it needs the most attention. Do you understand?" Georgette asked, her tone harsh and her gaze stern.

"Y- Yes, ma'am..." The cat replied, his hands still gripping her cheeks.

"Good. Get to it, boy." The poodle declared, before looking forward again.

'O- Okay... Here goes...' Oliver thought, bracing himself, before beginning to rub the dog's cheeks, lathering up her butt.

He could've sworn his heart was beating out of his chest, his head were spinning, and his cock was throbbing.

The only thing he could think about was what he was doing and what he was looking at, the poodle's rear.

She actually wanted him, ORDERED him, to clean her anus and pussy. Something she was usually so strict and protective over.

'Holy... I can't believe I'm-' The kitten thought, unable to wrap his head around it, his brain short circuiting.

His body was practically acting on its own, lathering and washing the inner contents of her plush rump, his gaze fixed on her pucker and nethers.

He could even hear little moans each time he passed over her snatch, and it was nearly enough to make him lose it.

"Ohhh... Mmmm~" Georgette moaned lightly, her voice music to his ears, his member twitching and drooling a stream of clear pre, aching to be touched.

It was too much for him. His body begged him to relieve himself, but his mind kept himself focused on the incomparable posterior.

'This is so wrong, but it's... It's...' Oliver thought, before another moan cut off his thoughts, his cock begging for his attention.

Eventually, the canine looked back, giving him a teasing smirk.

"There, I think that's good enough. My lovely bum should-" She started, before looking down, and smirking wider. "Awww, poor little Oliver's all pent up~?"

This time, he didn't even try to defend himself, just giving her a blank expression, his member pulsing painfully.

"Hmmm... I think you deserve a little treat for doing such a good job, and for keeping your hands on my body." The poodle mused, giving him a smile. "Go ahead, touch yourself. Just don't you dare finish before I say so~"

With permission granted, he quickly complied with what he was told to do, grabbing his little shaft again and resuming the pumping. It was hard for him not to just come right then and there. He could feel his balls tighten, and his cock throb, but he resisted.

"Mmmm, yes~ Keep stroking your little soldier~" Georgette moaned, her voice making his heart skip a beat. "Just keep looking at my bottom, boy. My beautiful, perfect, pristine, tender bottom~"

'O- Oh my gosh...' Oliver thought, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his tongue hanging out. Every word was like a symphony, the dog's voice sending him over the edge. 'I'm not gonna... I'm not gonna... Last...'

"Oh, look at you struggling, darling. So patheitc~" The poodle cooed, looking at his face, and giggling. "Fine, go ahead. Cum for me~"

The second he was given the order, the kitten came, shooting his load into the air.

"AHH!" He cried out, his eyes crossing and his balls tensing up.

His spunk shot out of him and hit the shower walls, staining them white.

The boy continued to pump his rod, shooting out more and more jizz, his mind completely blank.

It wasn't until he had emptied his balls and the water washed the mess away, that he was able to focus his gaze, though that was more than could be said for his body.

After the orgasm, the kitten collapsed onto his knees, his arms hanging limply and his chest heaving.

"Oooohhh..." Oliver sighed, his body relaxing after the intense ejaculation.

"Oh my, you really let loose, didn't you~?" Georgette asked with a giggle, looking back at the tired kitten. "Well, since you did do a good job, I'll let it slide~"

The canine's words fell on deaf ears, as the boy was still in a state of euphoria. All he could think about was her, and her body.

Especially her butt.

It was a while before the young cat recovered, sitting up straight and noticing the water had been turned off.

"W- Wow... Th- Thank you, Georgette..." Oliver spoke, smiling.

"Hmmm~" The poodle cooed, standing up again as she wrapped herself with a towel as she stepped out of the shower. "Now get to work."

"Huh?" The boy asked, tilting his head.

"This mess." She told him, sounding more blunt and commanding. "I want it spotless before you even think of stepping out. If I see so much as a stray hair when I come back, I'm telling Jenny you were perving on me. Understood?"

Oliver gulped nervously, his eyes widening and his face paling.

"Y- Yes, ma'am."

"Good. I'll be back in half an hour."

With that, the poodle turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the kitten alone.

His morning certainly took an interesting turn, and he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it.

On one hand, he had a lot of fun with her, and got to enjoy a wonderful view, with a nice "hands-on" experience he'd never forget.

But on the other hand, he had a new chore to do, and the idea of getting scolded by his owner if he failed, for something he didn't even mean to do, wasn't something he wanted.

It made him question if he wanted to go through something like this again.

But after considering what went down this time, the answer was obvious.