The walk across town went on forever, yet didn't go on for long enough, at the same time.

Wherever the building that this party was being hosted at, Oliver was sure that Georgette intentionally chose the furthest part of town from their home, just so she could show off the fruits of her labor & dominance over her "baby girl" as much as she could.

It was working too well; every step that Oliver took in his little pink plastic heels attracted attention from whoever passed him by.

And the stares... They were even worse. Usually a face of either utter confusion, or holding back a snicker at his humiliation. IF they even had the courtesy to try and hold it back.

Sometimes he got lucky and they showed at least a little empathy, in the form of pretending not to notice.

These feelings clearly weren't shared by the poodle; she couldn't have looked prouder of what she was doing, and didn't have the decency to at least pretend to feel sorry for him.

If anything, she relished in his discomfort and embarrassment, which is probably why she had him wear his diaper around other people.

As far as the kitten knew, she wanted him to suffer as much as possible. And the worst part is, is that she's probably right; the way he was right now, he was a perfect little baby girl, and he's going to be the center of attention at this party.

And soon enough...

"Here we are~" Georgette cooed cheerily, as the two of them arrived at their destination.

Oliver didn't want to look. He'd rather spend the rest of his life staring at the cracks in the sidewalk than see the place where his doom would be realized.

But he knew he would have to face it sooner or later, and delaying it would only incur the poodle's wrath. Somehow, that seemed even less appealing than her having her way with him like this.

Tilting his head up, the little cat saw a building standing on its own along the side of the street, with a fancy sign hanging from a chain above the door, the word "Teatime" painted in a posh font across the ritzy-looking wooden panel.

Aside from that, it didn't look like much from the outside, and could've easily been mistaken for a regular store.

Though he knew better than to assume that was the same for the inside.

Against his will, the kitten went with the poodle to the entrance of the building, and once they were there, the doors were opened by the worker on the inside.

He already wanted to run away, but he knew there was no point.

"Welcome~" The lady in the uniform greeted as they stepped inside, looking at both the dog with a smile. "You're just in time; we've only just started~"

Oliver didn't have the nerve to speak up, and was sure that Georgette wouldn't let him anyway, without her permission.

Instead, he just took in the surroundings; the place looked pretty modern and not as girly as he thought it would be, in all honesty. The sound of classical music that Georgette liked & the smell of cake and fancy tea were hanging in the air.

Not too bad, but this was just the reception.

"Thank you~" Georgette replied, keeping her hand on the cat's shoulder. "Same room as always~?"

The receptionist nodded, before looking down at the feminised & babyfied kitten.

"Awww, you brought your little daughter with you this time~?" She commented, bending down and booping the poor boy's nose, giggling to herself. "She's precious~"

Oliver wanted to protest, but all he could muster was an embarrassed blush, and looking down at the ground.

"Ohh, she's shy~" She continued, pinching his cheek, and looking over at the adult canine. "I didn't think you'd have a child, Georgette."

The poodle smirked, and patted her little pet's head, gently stroking his hair, making him even more bashful.

"She just needed a little time to get used to this way of living~" She teased, before turning her attention back to the receptionist. "But I'm sure she'll make a lot of new friends here~"

"Oh, I'm sure she will~" She replied, before standing up and pointing at the door behind her. "Go on through, I'll sign you in~"

"Thank you very much~" The older woman thanked, walking past her and towards the double doors.

Oliver didn't say a word, and just let himself be dragged along, his heels clicking on the ground beneath him.

This was it. Do or die... And it was looking like die.

Once they were through, the kitten braced himself for the worst, closing his eyes and balling his hands into fists.

His ears picked up on the sound of some other ladies talking, cutlery clinking against plates & bowls, and even the faint crinkling of familiar plastic clothing.

"Hello, ladies~" Georgette called out as they walked closer, sounding proud and happy.

"Georgette~!" One woman's voice cried out.

"You're here!" Another added.

"Aww, and you brought your baby with you~?" A third one chimed.

Oliver's cheeks couldn't get much redder then they were, now that he heard they had spotted him.

"Why yes, I have~" The poodle said, reaching the table with the rest of them, causing herself and the kitten to stop walking any further.

"Hello, Olivia~"

Just then, his mind picked up on the voice of who just said that, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, and looked in the direction of the source.

Sure enough, his sight met the face of the orange vixen he had met a while ago. One of the three guests that his "mommy" had at their little gathering, to humiliate him.

Marian.

With a quick look around the table, he saw the other two as well. Duchess, the cat lady, and Dixie, that southern-accented dog.

Sitting with them were a couple more women that he didn't recognise. A dalmatian was sitting on one side, and a deer was on the other.

And all their eyes were on him.

"T- They're here too?" Oliver asked, taking a step back, looking between them all, and then at Georgette.

"Now, sweetie. Remember what I told you about your attitude..." She whispered, holding his head in a gentle grip.

He was about to respond, but one look up at his "mommy's" expecting face silenced him before he even opened his mouth.

Oliver knew what she wanted him to do, and he dreaded to imagine what would happen if he disappointed her. So, killing off some more of whatever little dignity he had left, the feminized kitten greeted them the way he knew she wanted.

Grabbing the sides of his frilly white dress, the boy steeled his nerves to look at the other ladies and gave them a polite curtsy, bowing his head, and keeping his eyes on the ground.

"G- Good afternoon, l- ladies..." He stuttered, barely an audible whisper to his voice, somehow fitting the look even more. "M- My name i- is O- Ol- Olivia..."

The reaction from the women was exactly what he was expecting; mocking laughter and teasing remarks

"Oh, how cute~" The spotted lady cooed with a little giggle.

"Aren't ya just a precious lil' thing~" Dixie added, reaching over and gently pinching his cheeks, making him even more red.

"Sweet young lady~" The doe said, looking pleased at making the kitten's acquaintance.

"She's such a good girl~" Marian chimed in, making the poor kitten even more flustered.

Even with the amount of times he and Georgette had done this, against his will, he still wasn't used to being referred to as a girl, although it was something that he had come to expect, when he was under her "care".

This was going to be a long party, and one he'd forever wish that he lost the invitation to. He was starting to wonder if the comic was worth it after all.

The only saving grace, if it could even be considered that, was that he wasn't the only boy that was being forced to do this.

Turning his head to look around him, scanning the room for the younger patrons, his eyes fell on the other guests that the ladies had brought. Or more accurately, the other victims.

Starting with the others of his kind, Oliver's eyes met three other kittens, seemingly all belonging to Duchess. There was an orange one like him, a black one, and an admittedly pretty white one. And of those three, it seemed like only the third of them was actually a girl; something was giving away that the other two were boys like him, going through the same treatment as him. 

And they weren't the only victims. Standing beside Dixie was a puppy, clearly a boy dressed like a girl as well, and next to the adult deer was a much younger one, who he could also tell was a buck, and not a doe.

They were all wearing similar attire as him; dresses for girls much younger than their own ages * big diapers wrapped around their waists, and they didn't look much happier to be here than he was.

"Now, let's have our seats, shall we~?" Georgette suggested, breaking the silence and bringing the little kitty back to reality, leading him to the chair she had saved for him. "Go ahead, sweetie~"

With a deep breath, Oliver followed the poodle's request, and walked over to the empty seat.

However, once he got there, his heart sank, and his eyes widened as his face turned as red as it had ever been, when he made a quick realisation.

Aside from the poodle who had set this up for him sitting besides him, he was even further tormented by the sight of who it was sitting on the other side of him.

That kitten girl. The ACTUAL girl.

She had soft, well-groomed fur, a light pink bow on her head which highlighted her perfectly done makeup, and was wearing a matching pink and white dress like his, except hers was even more frilly and girly than his. All things considered, that was another punch to the gut; he wasn't even the prettiest "girl" at the party.

And that was another problem for him; this girl was beautiful! Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, her cherry blossom colored lips ooked so inviting, and her gracious smile was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.

In comparison, his fur was mismatched from the deep blush on his face, and his makeup was a bit sloppy & smudged, making him feel even more inferior.

But what really struck him was how happy she was to see him. She looked like she was overjoyed to have a new friend to sit next to.

"Hello, Olivia~" She said, sounding so cute and feminine, making her seem all the more perfect to him.

All eyes were on the two of them, and the ladies all looked expectant, awaiting the kitten's response.

Oliver was frozen solid, his eyes locked on the angelic sight of the adorable female sitting with him.

"U- Uh..." He tried, struggling to get his voice out, and barely managing a whisper.

"What's wrong, dear~?" Georgette asked, taking a sip from her tea cup. "Does my little princess need help finding her words~?"

"Oh, I don't think it's that~" Marian chimed in, picking up a little cookie and batting her eyelids at the young couple. "Clearly, darling Olivia wants to greet his new friend with a kiss, like a proper lady~"

Her suggestion made his pounding heart skip a beat, and the kitten knew that it wasn't going to be ignored by his "mother". Heck, he could tell she was grinning from floppy ear to floppy ear without even looking at her.

"Oh, that's a lovely idea~" The poodle cooed, gently stroking her "daughter's" head, and looking down at him with a condescending gaze. "Go ahead, sweetheart~ Do it for mommy~"

"Oh yes, that's adorable~" Duchess chimed in, looking down at her own daughter. "Take the lead, Marie~"

The female kitten took the initiative at the command, placing her little teacup on the saucer upon the table, before turning her full attention to him, as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips for him.

This gave him a closer look at them, how glossy and shiny they were, and how soft they looked. Matter of fact, he could even pick up the little fruity flavor coming off them.

If there was anything that made him feel all the more nervous in this situation, this was it. Being dressed like a baby girl and forced to come to this party in front of Georgette's friends was bad enough, but having to sit next to this beautiful girl AND have to kiss her in front of all these strangers was just torture.

Even if a part of him wanted to do this, his nerves were killing him.

Looking behind her head, he could spot the other two cats, who he could only assume were her brothers, wincing and cringing as they looked on at the scene, as if to say they didn't want to watch, but didn't have a choice. The same was true for the pup and the buck, shrinking in their seats with silent sympathy.

They were just as uncomfortable with their situations as he was.

"Well, don't keep her waitin', honey~" Dixie urged, waving a hand at the little crossdresser, snapping him out of his trance. "She's waitin' fer a lil' peck~"

"That's right, baby~" Georgette teased, leaning down to the side of his head. "Come on, sweetie. Don't be shy~ Just give her a nice, soft kiss, and mommy won't have to punish you~"

"Too bad I'M going to have to punish YOU!"

The sudden voice of a young lady completely changed the mood for everyone, as all eyes suddenly turned to the door on the far side of the room.

And more prominently, the figures who were standing there. One of them in particular that made Oliver feel like there was indeed some divine deity watching over him up there, rather than just a wicked one down there torturing him for fun.

For the second time in his life, he was rescued by the young lady that owned him and the poodle besides him.

Jenny.

Standing by the door, with her arms crossed and a rare unhappy look on her face, the girl glared in Georgette's direction. And she wasn't alone, in terms of persons and mood.

Along with her, there was a much older man with a moustache & his hands on his hips, sharing the same disappointed look with his eyes on the southern saluki & the dog she was with, an elderly lady with her arms crossed, glaring at Duchess & her kittens, a man & a woman standing besides each other looking at the dalmatian, and a couple more humans.

But the one that really stood out to him, was the one in the middle of the little crowd. Not just because he was the only anthro among them, but the fancy way he was dressed caught his eye.

A pretty snazzy suit adored the panther's build, giving him the look of someone who was in a high position of power, in one regard or another.

"Oh... No..." Oliver heard Georgette mutter, which prompted the kitten to look up at the poodle's face, and surprising him with the expression that he saw on it.

Gone were the looks of smugness and control that he had so strongly associated with her over the last few days, even more than usual, and it was replaced with a much different expression.

An expression that not only seemed as genuine as they came, but one that he had only ever seen on her face once before, and was so much more satisfying to him this time around, from all that he had endured from her over the past couple of weeks.

Fear.

She looked terrified; if her coat wasn't naturally white, he was sure it would've turned as pale as a ghost. And the sound of her quiet panting & her heart racing in her chest completed the look.

He didn't blame her for that. Which was a rare exception, given how frustrated he was with her right now.

But as he looked around the table, he could see the feeling was shared with the rest of the ladies. All of them looked as scared as Georgette did, if not worse.

To see the poodle so afraid was as rare as seeing Jenny as angry as she was. But it was all too real, and he couldn't be happier.

"Georgette!" The young lady declared in the most authoritive tone she could muster. "What do you think you're doing to Oliver!?"

"J- Jenny, d- darling..." The older animal said, slowly standing up. "Um, y- you see, w- we were just playing dress up-"

"You're trying to bully him! Treating him like an infant!" The girl snapped, not wanting to hear any excuses, before reaching into her pants pocket, pulling something out and unfolding it. "I found this on your bed, and I knew you'd be taking Oliver here!"

When the young lady revealed what it was, Oliver's eyes lit up in delight.

There, in her hands, was the very same flyer that she had shown to Oliver earlier today. The one that showed the intent that she had in the first place, which listed the address & time of the party.

It was like a ray of sunshine, and a light of hope, shining through the darkness.

And again, it wasn't just her.

The other humans held up the same posters, all of them maintaining their disapproving looks at the ladies and their victims.

"That's mah flyer..." Dixie muttered, her eyes glued to the paper the grumpy-looking man was holding up.

"I had the same idea..." Marian said, her tail curling up between her legs, looking shameful.

"Oh dear..." The dalmatian whispered, looking sorry at the couple holding their poster.

All of the ladies looked like they had been caught in something scandalous, and he had never seen them so ashamed of themselves.

Granted, he hardly saw most of them on a daily basis, but that was besides the point. He was just glad that her long-awaited scolding was finally here.

"This is really low, even for you, Georgette." The girl continued, glaring at the canine. "Dressing Oliver up like a baby, forcing him to wear diapers, and calling him a girl!? How would you like it if it was you!? How would you like it if I showed your puppy pictur-"

"NO!!" Georgette shouted, her voice so loud and sudden that the whole room went quiet, before her hands covered her mouth.

Jenny was surprised at her reaction, as was the rest of the room, including the poodle herself.

"P- Please, don't... Not them..." She whimpered, mimicking the tone that the kitten she was so fond of teasing just a short while ago was giving her.

She sounded like she was on the brink of tears from that statement alone, and any sense of sympathy that Oliver would've felt for her in this scenario was completely nonexistent, after all she had made him do.

He had heard the saying, 'revenge was a dish best served cold', and right now, he felt like he was eating a big, tasty sundae.

Whatever these "puppy pictures" were, it sounded like they were his golden ticket out of anything she tried to throw at him from now on. As if Jenny's scolding and this public grovelling weren't enough.

No more makeovers, no more fashion shows, no more humiliation, and no more diapers.

And speaking of the discipline, the panther wearing the suit standing in the middle of the humans/owners stepped forward, looking like he had something to say next.

"My establishment was made for wholesome gatherings for families. Not for tormenting defenceless boys for your own sick amusement." He declared, crossing his arms and looking as firm as he sounded. "This nonsense ends here."

"B- But, sir, I... w- we-" Georgette began, but the big cat wasn't having any of it; a point to the door where he and the humans came from silenced her immediately.

"All of you. Leave your pups & kittens, and go with your owners." The panther instructed. "I'm sure the owners here would like to have a word with you about the children."

Their disapproving looks confirmed his statement, and the ladies didn't waste a second in doing what they were told.

With a defeated sigh, the canine moved away from his seat and headed over to the human girl, leaving the little feline behind, unable to stop smiling and looking relieved.

And even better, the rest of the ladies followed suit, all of them walking slowly over to their respective owners, who wasted little time in taking them to the backroom.

In just a matter of seconds, all of them had left the table and were brought through the backroom, with the humans disappearing behind them, letting the door close and leaving the panther in the suit alone with the cubs.

His attention turned to them, who all shared looks between one another, still a little uneasy from what they had just witnessed.

"Now, boys..." The owner of the establishment said, clearing his throat and regaining their attention. "First off, I'd like to apologise sincerely for what those women have put you through, and I can assure you, they'll get what's coming to them. However, I will do all within my power to ensure that this is never done to you or anyone else, ever again."

This earned a lot of relief sighs from the cubs, thankful for the reassuring words and promise.

"Furthermore, I'd like to thank you all for coming out here, and for being such brave little gentlemen." The panther went on, earning more smiles from the kids, before pointing an open hand to another door at the side. "Please, by all means, the changing rooms are ready for you."

All of the boys perked up when he mentioned the idea of changing; getting to finally be rid of these horribe attires and wear something they could feel more comfortable in again. They weren't just happy, they were downright ecstatic.

Wasting no time in getting up and heading through the door, the boys hightailed it out of their seats and ran off.

As they arrived at the door, Oliver in particular turned his head to the much older feline, giving him an eternally grateful smile that wordlessly spoke a thousand words.

The panther seemed to notice and gave him a smile back, though they didn't have time to enjoy it much; the boys behind him practically threw the door open and pushed him through it, making a mad dash for the closest changing room, desperate to get out of their baby dresses and diapers.

***

"Free at last!" The pup declared happily with a wagging tail, stepping out of the changing room in a much more sporting attire, of his red shirt,blue jeans and black & white trainers.

His joy was shared with the rest of the boys, who all came out in their own regular clothing, and looking as happy and relaxed as they felt, and even happier that they got to ditch their infantile attires.

"Thank you very much, mister!" The black cat said, coming out and resuming his place at the table.

"Thank you so much, sir!" The little deer thanked, following suit.

"Yeah, thanks!" The other orange feline added, joining the others.

Oliver was the last to come out, looking down at his regular type of clothing, feeling a new sense of gratitude for his outfit.

"Well, I'm glad you're all feeling better, boys." The owner said, sitting at the end of the table and pouring himself some tea, a calm and collected expression on his face. "Technically, you're still booked here for the rest of the hour, so feel free to go about yourselves. And please, help yourselves to some food. It's the least you deserve."

His words earned a lot of cheer from the kids, who immediately took their seats and dug into the food, grabbing all sorts of treats from cookies and cakes to fruits and drinks.

And they made sure to do so in the most undignified manner they could; like a pack of wild, feral animals ripping their freshly caught prey to pieces, as if they hadn't eaten any real food in days.

It was doubtful that their mothers were THAT cruel, but that was besides the point.

The cat brothers, the pup and the buck were making a huge mess across the table, leaving a wake of crumbs, stains and spills all around them, and their mouths were already covered with a layer of cake, chocolate, icing and whipped cream, making a bit of a slobbery mess.

It made for a stark contrast for Oliver, who was watching the kitten girl besides him try to eat her cake slice with grace & poise.

'I guess she's just trying to be a proper lady...' The young cat thought to himself, stuffing his cheeks full of desserts, savouring the sweetness, and not even minding the crumbs and spills that he was getting all over himself.

The only thing that mattered besides was how delicious it tasted, or how good it felt to finally eat the way he wanted to, without a fuss or complaints from Georgette, was the presence of this sweet little thing.

Naturally, she was the only one of them who didn't mind being so dolled up like this, and wasn't shy about showing herself off a little.

Although she removed her diaper as well, and he wasn't really the type to think about what she was wearing underneath her dress now.

Besides, secretly, he was too amored by her face. It wasn't hard to figure out why; she was easily the prettiest girl, let alone his age, he had ever met, and she seemed just as sweet.

"Hey, tiger!"

The stuffed-mouthed announcement coming from one of the boys sitting on the other side of the white kitten caught both of their attention.

"W- What?" Oliver asked, caught a bit off-guard, hoping he wasn't seen.

The smirk on the other orange cat's face, along with his brother's, suggested that wasn't the case, to his misfortune.

"You wanna ask our sister to dance?" He teased, a big smirk on his face.

The little boy blushed, and was about to answer, but his sister beat him to it, her blue eyes looking straight into his.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind that~" She cooed to him, batting her eyelids to him in a show of affection.

Oliver's cheeks only turned redder from her response, and his heart couldn't have thumped harder than it did.

Still, it didn't compare to the embarrassment he felt when the poodle was torturing him, so he was able to compose himself enough to bring himself to stand up and present his paw, like how he was taught by Jenny.

However, before he even got that chance, the moment was interrupted by the other kitten besides her.

"Yeah, I bet you'd be happy to dance with a Marie!" The black kitten cooed teasingly, perking his sister's ears up and causing her to turn around to glare at him.

"Hey!" The deer from across the table called out to him, a glare on his own face, though probably not as serious as it would've been if he had a real issue with something. "My best friend's a skunk!"

The remark was met with snickering and challenging gazes, though their sister didn't share their feisty nature.

"Back off, kitty cats!" The dog sitting besides the buck assertively suggested, pushing his hands on the table in a defiant motion.

"Why don't you make us, puppy?" The orange kitten taunted, a cocky grin on his face, egging him on.

Their battle faces were on, and it didn't take long for them to give in to their long-contained rugged, boyish natures were finally set free.

All at once, the four of them shot out of their seats, and immediately began throwing fists, insults, and scratches, the food and drinks getting knocked around as they did.

"Take that, kitty cat!"

"I'll tear your teeth out, mutt!"

"I'll show you how we lock antlers!"

"I'm gonna chew you like a squeaky toy!"

The scuffle even ended up knocking the table over, spilling the drinks and food all over the floor, which got the attention of the owner, who had just drinking his tea.

He should've stopped them, and he knew it. But given what they had gone through, being made to dress up like baby girls, given makeovers and humiliated by the women, he wouldn't have thought it anything but unjust to halt their activities.

'Boys will be boys.' He simply thought, minding his own business.

Likewise, Oliver and his new lady friend weren't interested in getting involved, instead rying to step away from the quartet of roughhousing, as it got closer to them.

However, one of them wouldn't be so lucky.

"Oh no you don't!" The black-furred cat declared, reaching out and grabbing his sister's ankle, pulling her back towards them. "C'mon, you're getting in this!"

"Hey!" She cried, trying to shake him off, though his strength was greater than hers. "Berlioz, got off!"

Seeing this, Oliver felt a strange instinct to protect this fair damsel, and he didn't want to let her get hurt.

So, acting on the adrenaline, the orange cat leapt towards the beautiful feline and took her by the arm, pulling him towards him instead of the cat in the battlefield.

"I- I got you!" He said, his voice suddenly sounding a bit more deeper and gruff as he did. Not that she minded.

With a swift pull, the heroic gentlemanly kitten pulled her away from the fight, although maybe a little too hard; the pair of them were sent tumbling to the ground a little ways away.

Thankfully, the impact didn't seem to hurt him as he hit the ground, and the female landed on top of the male, breaking her fall.

"Oof!" The young boy groaned, wincing a little as he opened his eyes, only to look directly into the angelic sight of the pretty girl lying atop him, looking down at him and relighting his blush. "U- Uhh... S- Sorry..."

Looking down at him, his cute face, embarrassed expression, and gentle nature, the white kitten couldn't help but giggle at him, a lighthearted and innocent smile adorning her beautiful face.

"Thank you~" She cooed, suddenly closing her eyes and planting a sweet little kiss on his cheek, making his heart skip a beat and his body stiffen.

That one felt different from the pity/mocking kisses that Georgette had given him during their previous "sessions". This one was genuine, like it came from an actual close friend, or even something closer than that.

Regardless, he loved the feeling that it brought him, as confusing as it might've been, and he hoped that the girl could feel the same for him. Even though he'd be okay with being just friends, too.

But either way, he wouldn't know right now; after that little peck, the female kitten got off him and stood back up, before taking his hand and helping him up, and turning her attention back to the others, who were still going at each other.

Seeing the scene again, she simply scoffed and went on her way, still wanting nothing to do with their boyish scuffle.

'Wow...' Oliver thought to himself, pulling himself up to his feet and keeping his gaze on her. 'She's cute even when she's in a bad mood~'

Though his pursuits for his new friend would have to wait, when he was met with the sight of the last remaining adult in the room walking his way.

"Well, that's one way to sweep a girl off her feet." The panther teased, leaning down and dusting off the cat's shirt for him. "Are you okay, son?"

"Uhh, yeah, I'm fine..." He replied, a bit of a blush still on his face, still feeling the lingering effect of the kiss. "Thanks, mister, um...?"

"Alex." He responded, smiling down at him. "It's nice to meet you, Oliver."

The cub raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name.

"H- How do you know my name?"

He just let out a little laugh at his question, though it wasn't a condescending one, like he was used to with that retched poodle.

"You're part of Dodger's gang, right?" He continued, making the feline's eyes light up with surprise. "I used to run with the cheeky mutt since he was a pup; we used to have some good times, getting into trouble. He told me about you, and you fit his description to a T."

"Really!?" Oliver asked, the shock still apparent. "You know Dodger!? And the others!?"

The adult anthro nodded his head.

"I've known him for years, and the rest of the gang came along later. That was a while ago, and now, I own this place."

His statement made sense; the building itself was nice, but not overly fancy, and it looked like it had been here for quite some time. It wouldn't surprise him if this place was older than even him, or at least, before he was born.

However, before he could even ask any more about that, the panther offered him something in front of him, bringing his attention back to his new friend.

"Here, have a root beer." Alex said, offering a bottle to the young feline, which he accepted. "I'm sure it's a much more fitting drink for a brave little soldier like you."

The remark made the kitten feel a lot better about himself. Once again, a welcome change to the treatment he had gotten 

"Thank you, sir- I mean, Alex." He said, a smile returning to his face, which he brought the bottle to.

The scent he picked up from the content was a little stronger than any soda he had taken before, but it didn't put him off, either. Besides, any friend of Dodger's was a friend of his.

So, without a second thought, Oliver took a long swig of the drink, and his eyes widened.

'Whoa!' He mentally exclaimed, almost looking down at the glass beverage holder. 'This stuff isn't bad! Kinda makes me wanna go wild and crazy and... and... and...

And suddenly, his thoughts became a bit fuzzy, and his vision seemed to start going out of focus.

'Huh?' The kitten pondered, shaking his head. 'W- What's... Happening... To me...?'

The panther's calm and collected expression changed, as he noticed the feline's condition.

"Oh dear. Feeling tired, little buddy?" He asked, gently taking the bottle away from him, and putting it aside.

"Y- Yeah, I... I'm not sure..." The kitten muttered, his words slurring and his tone sounding tired.

Everything started to spin in his eyes, and he suddenly had some difficulty standing up straight.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll wear off in a little while~" Alex reassured, putting a paw on his shoulder. "Probably by the time you wake up~"

Oliver wanted to ask what was happening, but his body wouldn't let him; his eyelids collapsed like a caved-in mineshaft, and his consciousness followed suit.

"Wake up? I- I don't... Wanna... G- Go to..."

But soon enough, the young kitten's body slumped forwards into the panther's awaiting arms, completely unconscious, and leaving him vulnerable for what was to come next.

***

The drive over to Fagin's hideout lasted a few minutes, as was to be expected of the vast roads of New York City, but for Alex, it was the anticipation that was making this seem so long.

With the rescued kitty secured in the passenger seat, still out cold from the spiked root beer, it looked like any other wholesome scene; taking the tuckered out boy home after a fun little party in his honor.

Of course, that wasn't completely the case, but it was believable enough for the panther pass to anyone who asked. Not that anyone would, though.

Traffic was as shit as always in The Big Apple, and the rampant honking of car horns might've drove Alex up the wall on any other day, but his excitement of what was to come in just a few more minutes kept his mind in the positive highs, than in the depths of general annoyance.

Thankfully, for him, the car ride didn't last as long as it could've, and before he knew it, he was at the docks. Specifically, the port where a wrecked barge sat beneath, serving as the hideout & hangout for a certain gang he was on good terms with.

Killing his engines and turning the lights off of his car, Alex undid both his own and his little friend's seat-belt, watching him barely murmur something in his deep sleep, which brought a smile to his face.

Once they were both removed, the larger feline opened his door and stepped out of the vehicle, walking over to the other side and opening it, gently pulling the little cat out of it & lifting him into his arms, closing the door with his foot behind him.

Oliver was already hard not to describe as cute, but seeing his adorable sleeping face would melt even the coldest of hearts, which the panther could certainly testify to.

'He's been through a lot...' He declared in his head, carrying the tyke over to the entrance of the hideaway for the gang, looking forward to the fun that would follow. 'But he's in safe hands now~'

Once Alex and his new buddy were down there, he made his way towards one of the bedrooms that the boat still had up, taking the boy with him and placing him down on the mattress, before rubbing his hands together and licking his lips in anticipation.

Creepy as it may have sounded, he always enjoyed this part of the fun; it was always so enticing to watch it all come together, or more accurately, all come apart, little by little.

So, he began with the boy's shirt, reaching his fingers underneath the thin fabric and lifting it upwards towards his face.

He had to lift his arms above his head to make things easier, but before long, the shirt's middle hole travelled through his head, likewise with the left & right holes passing around his arms, getting his hands past each one, resting them on his bare torso.

Once that was out of the way, Alex took a moment to analyse the shirt, knowing that it had just been wrapped around the kitten's torso just a second ago.

Which meant it still had his scent on it.

Tempting as that might've been for him, Alex had more to go, and some even better parts of him to indulge himself with.

His shoes & socks were his next target, and they weren't exactly difficult to remove either. Especially since he couldn't really put up a fight, in his current state.

Quietly unstrapping the velcro from each of them, Alex slipped the kitten's trainers off his feet and placed them besides the bed on the floor, before slipping his fingers into the holes of his white feet-wear next.

He had to lick his lips as he went on to strip his feet of the only thing left on them, leisurely pulling them down until they were removed from him as well, leaving his soles, toes & arches bare.

That sight was probably the most teasing thing that he had seen all day (so far), and he wasted no time in dropping the socks, so he could place his hands on the end of the mattress and lean his head towards the cat's defenceless appendages, aiming his snout right at them.

Emptying his lungs as quickly as he could, Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nostrils, inhaling as much of the foot-scent as his nose could pick up on.

'Mmmm~ So pure~' He mentally declared, letting out a sigh and repeating the process, revelling in as much of the unique, rare smell as he could help himself to at this moment. 'So young, and fresh~ Perfect~'

Something was stirring in the panther's own pants, and the devil on his shoulder was beckoning him to screw the original plan and have his fun right now. But the angel on his other shoulder persuaded him to wait just a little longer, and follow through with what he was really after.

So, with some reluctance to end the fun he was having, the black cat backed away from the feet and got back to work.

Now going for the shirtless & shoeless kitten's main lower half, the bigger feline took his time in undoing the button of the cat's pants, removing it from the tiny hole that it fit through, before proceeding to the zipper just underneath it, grabbing it between his shaking fingers.

Slowly, he went on to pull it down, until it reached the bottom, loosening the pants enough to be removed with relative ease.

It didn't take long for him to slip the pants down Oliver's unconscious body, revealing the orange-furred legs that they hid better than the dress & diaper did.

But more importantly, that hid the tight briefs hugging his crotch... And gave him the cute bulge in the center of them.

Throwing the pants to the ground as well, Alex shuddered when he saw the underwear-clad waist that his new friend was left in, and he couldn't resist giving it the same treatment as he gave the feet just a moment ago.

Leaning his head over to the bulge, Alex once again inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in as much of the smaller cat's scent as his lungs could handle, and his brain sent the delightful reception straight to his own groin.

The musky pheromone of kitty crotch caused the actions going on in his own pants to stir even stronger, and the voice of his devil was getting louder.

It was taking quite a bit of willpower for him not to just ravage the cat right then and there, but he knew that he had to commit to the plan. If not for himself, then for his other friend, who he knew was going to be joining them in just a little while.

So, the panther settled for the next best thing; his hands went for the waistband of the kitten's undies and went on to pull them down his soft legs as well, slipping them down & off his feet, bringing the garments to his nose and repeating the action.

'Aaaaaaahhhhh~!' Came the sigh of pleasure in his head, shuddering even more than before as the pleasant musk hit his brain, relishing at how the underwear smelled of his cock & butthole. 'Oliver, you little tease~'

If he wasn't still so pissed off with her, he'd probably forgive Georgette a little with how much she was torturing the kitten before him, if this is what she had to work with. But as it was, he was as furious with her as Jenny was.

Not that it mattered now; they were her and she wasn't.

Taking another powerful sniff of the underwear, Alex let out a pleasured sigh, before he dropped them with the rest f his attire and moved on the final part of preparation, for the fun ahead.

Reaching down besides him, the panther took hold of the first of four ropes that he had brought with him, straightening it out a little before getting to work with it.

Beginning at the bottom, the jungle cat moved the rope to Oliver's left foot and proceeded to tie one end of the rope around the ankle, getting it in the perfect kind of knot to secure it as firmly as he could to it without risking hurting the already-tormented kitty any more.

Once that was secured, he gave it a little tug to test its sturdiness, and seemed pleased with the job he had done, and moved on to the other end; fitted to each corner of the bed were four metal stakes with hoops at the top, which was perfect for what he had in mind for his little buddy.

With one end of the rope fastened to the cat's foot, the other end was now in Alex's hands, which he began to do the same for on the stake, looping it through the hole and tying it around.

Once again, the rope's end was tightly fastened, binding the cat's foot in place, ensuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Smiling in delight at his work thus far, the panther went on to do the same with the other foot, picking up another rope from the bunch beside him.

Just like before, he wrapped one end of the rope to Oliver's ankle, tying it around him as firmly as he could, but not to the point of discomfort, and tested it that it wouldn't be coming loose without a bit of help.

Satisfied with how he had done with that, he did the same with the hoop and the other end of the rope, ensuring that the kitty's feet were all but useless for escape.

Now that he knew for certainty that he wouldn't be running off anywhere, even after he woke up, Alex took the other two ropes and walked over to the front end of the bed, beginning with Oliver's left hand.

As he had done with the ankles, now the kitten's wrists were getting met with the feeling of bondage; the thick rope wrapped around him like a snake coiling its prey, firmly locking around him before he repeated the action with the hoop-ended stake at the corresponding corner, further securing the kitty to the bed.

That only left one hand left to be pinned down, but it wouldn't be long before it joined the other three appendages in being trapped with the rest of them.

In fact, as soon as Alex was in the fourth and final corner that he had yet to attend to, Oliver's chances of escape changed from extremely low to non-existent in about 20 seconds time.

Now the kitten was unconscious, naked and in the bound-eagle position, rendered helpless in even more ways than he had already been so far.

It was all coming together so nicely for Alex, but there was only one last part to go. And he didn't want to waste another second in waiting for it.

The piest de resistance of what he had planned.

Reaching into one of the drawers in the room, the panther retrieved the red piece of cloth that his friend who lived on this very boat usually wore around his next, and came back over to the kitten.

Straightening the bandana out as much as he could, Alex folded it in half vertically, before bringing it to the unconscious kitty's eyes, placing it on top and wrapping each end of it around the back of his head, making yet another knot at the back, to secure it place and blindfold his little buddy.

Once that was done, Oliver truly did look perfect for the part he was about to play, and the REAL party was ready to begin.

***

"Ugh... Huh?" Oliver murmured, his spinning head starting to regain control of itself.

It felt like he just woke up from a very strange slumber, and he had just woken up from a really weird dream.

But this time, it was all too real.

As the young boy regained his bearings, he tried to become aware of where he was, but that was made pretty difficult, by one key element.

Something was obscuring his vision.

Some kind of cloth, wrapped around his eyes and preventing him from seeing anything, giving the world around him an even more dark and mysterious feeling.

And that wasn't the only thing he found wrong with this situation: his hands and feet were bound in place.

There were some kind of restraints holding his wrists & ankles, keeping him spread out across something, and making it impossible to escape.

'What the...?' He wondered, tugging his arms against the cuffs, only to feel them pull him back, making him realise just how secure they were. 'Wh- What's going on!? Where's Alex!?'

He had no idea what had happened or how he ended up here, but all he could remember was being at the party, then he blacked out, and now he was-

"Eyy, look who's awake from his cat-nap~"

The familiar voice of his best friend caught the cat's attention, and his head turned to the direction that it came from.

"Dodger?" Oliver asked, trying to listen out for the Jack Russell's movements as they approached his location. "Is that you?"

"Hey, kid~" He greeted, sounding suave as always. "Heard you had a ball, at yo' little party~"

The remark was what the kitten expected from his canine companion, but he didn't know what to say right now. Although, for whatever reason, he still preferred this to the stuff Georgette was subjecting him to.

Whatever "this" was turning out to be.

From the sound he could pick up, it would appear Dodger wasn't alone with him. The sounds of shoes clanking against  the hard wooden floor, which he could distinctly recognise as the flooring inside the hideout where the gang lived, it seemed that the Terrier brought a friend with him.

"I know you were having a wonderful time over there, but I figured some guy-time was in order~" The familiar voice of his new friend spoke up, catching his attention. "Hope you don't mind, little buddy~"

"Alex!" Oliver announced, hearing their steps getting closer, until they stopped on either side of whatever he was attached to, presumably his bed. "You... Brought me here?"

He heard their snickers on both sides of him, before they answered.

"Yeah, well, we know how much you endured with that snobby bitch over there." Alex explained, patting the kitten's thigh, making him jump a little. "And we thought that you deserve a little fun~"

The feline wasn't sure how to take the statement, and his nervousness wasn't helped when he felt Dodger's hands gently stroke his defenceless feet with his finger, eliciting a stifled giggle in response.

"Get my drift, kid~?" The terrier added, slowly rubbing his finger up and down the young kitten's sensitive sole.

The younger anthro tried not to break into laughter, though it wasn't so easy for him.

He knew where this "fun" was heading, and strangely enough, he didn't mind what they were going for.

If this was a continuation of the torture that Georgette was putting him through, then maybe it wouldn't seem as light-hearted. At least Dodger and Alex didn't seem the type to force him to dress up and do baby things.

"Mmmmfff..." He whimpered, still trying not to break at their light teasing. "Y- Yeah... I g- get you..."

"Attaboy~" The canine on his right remarked, reaching up and patting his cheek with a grin, causing the blindfolded feline to blush. "Just sit back and relax, kid. You'll love it, trust us~"

"But, unlike that stuck-up bitch you put up with, we don't want to make you uncomfortable." Alex added on, getting on his knees on the other side of the cat. "So, if you want a safeword, just say so."

Oliver was almost surprised by the offer; he wasn't used to being given an out like this, when the poodle was doing her thing. But at the same time, he didn't feel the need to take it.

He knew that, no matter how far they would take this, Dodger and Alex were his friends. They wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

"N- No, I- I'll be okay..." He insisted, bracing himself for the tickling that was to come. "C- Come on, b- bring it on!"

His words earned a lot of smiles from the two older males, with a chuckle from the older feline, before they began their little session.

"Alright, you asked for it~"

And with that, it begun.

Four sets of fingers were unleashed onto the kitten's defenceless body, going for his ribs, belly and feet, sending the young feline into hysterical giggles.

"GAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" Oliver cried out, his body thrashing against the cuffs like he was fighting for his freedom, but failing to even budge.

He wasn't at the point of regretting it yet, but he knew it wouldn't be long until he got there.

Still, unlike with Georgette, it was all in good fun.

Their fingers ran along his body, tickling every inch of him, and causing him to squirm and squeal from their touches.

"GYAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" He screamed, his head tossing and turning against the pillow it was on, struggling to endure the sensation.

Both Dodger and Alex smirked at the sight, and were impressed at the little squirt's ability to endure their ministrations.

"Damn, the kid's tough~" Alex said, a hint of admiration in his voice as he watched the orange kitten fight the binds holding him, and their tickling fingers. "Doesn't break so quickly~"

"Tough as nails~" Dodger added, giving the kitten's feet a few more strokes. "Just like we taught him~"

Oliver had no response for them, as his giggles and laughter were his only answer.

Or at least, the only one that came from his mouth.

Down below, between his legs, his lack of clothing revealed the excitement that this activity was giving him, with the blood rushing straight to his manhood.

The older animals noticed this, and they didn't let it slip their attention.

"Whoa, I see you're liking this, little buddy~" Dodger remarked, his paw leaving the kitten's arches and going lower down his feet, until he reached the sweet spot.

The touch alone made Oliver gasp a little, but he had no time to rest; the terrier wasted no time in beginning to stroke the young cat's soles, using his fingertips to really get him going.

"EEEEEEEEEEK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His reaction was as instantaneous as it was hysterical; the canine's skilled hands sent the feline into a whole new world of laughter.

"Wow, that's one way to get the kid's engine revving~" Alex teased, moving his own paws upwards and giving the young boy's armpits a few evil strokes, keeping his gaze on his little friend's shameless member. "Guess he's enjoying this kind of attention~"

"You're telling me~" The terrier agreed, watching the kitten's erection throb with need.

As he tickled the squirming cub, he reached over and grasped his length, gently stroking the tip with his finger, jerking the kit even more.

"HAAAHHHH! EEEHHHHH!" Oliver gasped, his head tossed back like his mind was sent into overdrive mode.

His whole body was on fire, and his heart was pounding with excitement.

And the two older males could tell how badly he wanted a release.

"Hey~ I think the little guy's getting close~" Dodger announced, grinning up at the helpless feline.

"Mind if I do the honors~?" Alex asked, already leaning his head over to the boy's groin.

"Be my guest~" The dog agreed, retracting his hand away from the kit's cock.

Oliver barely had time to react, before he felt the panther's rough tongue suddenly lick his throbbing cock, making him feel paralyzed from the oral affection.

"A- AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" He moaned, his eyes rolling back, and his body quivering in response.

Alex's tongue ran up the entire length of the feline's shaft, licking him from base to tip, giving himself a taste of the kitty's salty precum, which only made him want more.

The younger feline couldn't believe how amazing the older one's tongue felt, and he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

The Terrier beside him, having a literal front row seat to the action, looked down and saw his own sheath shedding his pride. It was an exciting scene, but he was enough of a gentleman to wait his turn for a good time.

For the moment, Oliver was the center of attention, and his pleasure was all that mattered.

"Mmmm, tasty~" Alex cooed, giving the younger anthro's cock another thorough lick, sliding up and down his shaft & even lapping at his little balls.

The feline could barely hold himself together. His hips rocked against the older male's face, as the panther gave his nuts a nice, wet bath, while both his and Dodger's fingers wrecked his little furry body.

It was too much for him to take.

"A- AHHHH! G- GUYS, I'M- MMMMFFF!!" Oliver moaned, his back arching a little more.

He could barely give the others a fair warning, but they already had an idea of what was coming next. In fact, they were certain of it.

Sure enough, it became too much for the young kitten to handle, and he let it all go.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The sudden cry signalled the end for the little kitten, and Alex was more than willing to accept his gift.

Ropes of his enthusiastic spunk shot out from his cockhole, pent-up cream flying out and splattering all over the panther's mouth, lapping up the thick seed with his tongue and swallowing every drop with relative ease.

Oliver felt his mind shatter like a window meeting a brick, and his body went limp, his chest rising and falling with his heavy pants.

The two older males took that as their finish and backed off, leaving the blindfolded feline to rest & recover, with his head slumped on the pillow and his tongue hanging out of his mouth, completely exhausted from the activity.

"Haaa... Haahh..." The young boy breathed, his eyes closing and his body going limp.

He could only just hear his friends getting up from their spots on either side of him and walking around him, though he couldn't hear what they were talking about, given his condition.

But that was fine with him. If there were any more surprises like this one, he was looking forward to them all.

A grogginess came over Oliver when he woke up, like he had just been in the greatest sleep of his life, only to be pulled from it too soon for his liking.

Lo and behold, there was indeed more.

Upon awakening and vaguely getting a sense of his surroundings, the kitten could see & feel that he was still on the bed as before he passed out, only with a couple of slight differences than prior to being knocked out.

His arms and legs were free from their binds, and the blindfold was removed from his eyes, though he felt the free air on his skin & fur, giving away that he was still naked.

That was just fine for him, since he was still able to rub his eyes, before opening them to survey his surroundings.

It took him another moment to take in his environment, but it was pretty clear that he hadn't been moved anywhere yet,

When his eyes started working again, the first thing he saw was the Jack Russell that had been "tormenting" him just a little while ago, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him with that same smug smile, which was a welcome sight compared to Georgette's sadistic grins.

"Rise and shine, little partner~" Dodger greeted smoothly, patting the young feline's head. "How was your nap?"

Leaning into his touch the way any domesticated cat would, the orange anthro purred blissfully 

Seeing his favorite dog was always a sight for sore eyes, and he was sure that the canine had some more fun with him planned.

It was just a matter of what it would be, and more importantly, how much fun it would be for the both of them.

"It was pretty good, actually..." Oliver admitted, lazily pulling himself up and looking at his companion. "Until I saw your ugly mug~"

Raising an eyebrow at the cheeky remark, Dodger took it as a confirmation that his little buddy was ready for more, just as much as he was.

As such, the canine sat up and crossed his arms, giving the kitten a faux look of parental concern.

"That's no way to talk to a grown-up, is it, kid?" He asked the feline in a mock-stern tone, playing the role of the strict guardian. "I think you've forgotten what happens to boys who give an attitude to their elders, haven't you~?"

The remark brought a smile to Oliver's face, and his own mind went to work, coming up with a response that was suitable.

Shrinking his head down and lowering his ears, looking like he knew he was in serious trouble, the kitten also changed his tone in speaking voice.

"Oh, I'm sowwy, Papa Dodger..." He whimpered in a convincingly pathetic, innocent voice, trying not to crack a smile. "Pwease don't punish me~"

His cute response would've been enough to melt even the coldest of hearts, if they didn't realise that he was putting it on. Luckily for both of them, Dodger knew it full well.

In fact, he was already prepared, as his young friend was about to see for himself.

Raising his hand up, the cat saw a familiar pair of fuzzy little handcuffs swinging from his finger, knowing where this was going.

"Time for a little talk, little buddy~" He cooed, leaning towards his little buddy, holding the cuffs open for him.

There was something about allowing him to willingly place himself in a position of submission like this that was strangely erotic, and the kitten couldn't wait to indulge both himself and his friend for the fun that was coming.

So, without any resistance, Oliver raised his wrists to his canine friend, who immediately went on to place them around him, locking them tightly and ensuring that they wouldn't be budging anytime soon, though not to the point where they were hurting him.

Once they were on, the Jack Russell slipped his finger under the little chain connecting the cuffs, gently pulling thm in his direction.

"Alright, kiddo, you know the drill~" He declared, patting his lap with his other hand invitingly. "Over the lap, kitty cat~"

The orange kitten did as he was told, getting himself off his from to crawl along the mattress and draping over the older animal's knees, feeling the terrier's palm stroke his bare, defenceless butt.

Like quite a few things that happened to him since his rescue from her, it had a much different feeling that when Georgette did it to him this morning. It was completely consensual and all in good fun, not for some sick pleasure that the selfish poodle was gaining out of it.

"This'll teach you to talk back to me~" Dodger stated, rubbing the young feline's soft rear a little more, before reaching besides him for something else. "And naughty boys deserve a punishment, ya know~"

The kitten had an inkling of what was coming next, and with how excited he was for it, it was all the harder for him not to break character right then and there.

Sure enough, the next part of their little game was presented to him, in the form of a little ballgag, perfect for his size.

Contrary to the intense laughter he was being forced to spurt from his mouth earlier, now it seemed that Dodger didn't want him to make a sound.

"Pwease, no!" Oliver pleaded, placing his hands on Dodger's leg. "I'll be a good boy, I swear! Just pwease, not the gag...!"

Again, the adorable act would've been enough to fool anyone who didn't know this kitten personally & had been used to the way his kitty eyes could help him get what he wanted. And even Dodger had to admit that it was a cutely convincing act.

But he knew better than to fall for it.

"No can do, little buddy~" The Terrier responded, looking down at him with a smirk, holding the gag closer towards him. "Now open up and hush up~ Papa's got a point to make~"

The young feline tried not to giggle, but the excitement was building, and his body wasn't so willing to hold back.

Despite the "protests" he was putting on, the orange-furred cub was opening his mouth willingly, allowing his friend to stick the gag between his teeth, and tighten it behind his head, keeping his mouth wide open and unable to utter a single sound.

With the kitten silenced, Dodger patted his exposed butt again, signalling that the fun was ready to continue.

"Now, let's make a beat on your seat, kid~" He declared, raising his hand up, before bringing it down on his little buddy's rump, creating a loud SMACK upon contact.

"Mmmmph!" Oliver moaned through the gag, feeling the sting of his bum.

It was only the first strike, and it was already starting off the session well. If it was a sign of things to come, he was looking forward to the rest.

"What was that?" The older canine asked, grinning as he brought his hand up again. "Sorry, I couldn't hear ya~"

SMACK

Another smack was dealt, and another moan escaped Oliver's muffled lips.

SMACK

And a third.

SMACK

Then a fourth.

SMACK

Followed by another.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

And a few more.

Each strike was on par with both the previous and the next, maintaining a steady rhythm and a satisfying sound with every impact, which only served to entice the duo more.

Oliver's butt was starting to get sore from all the spanks it was taking, but he knew that his canine friend was gonna keep going until they were both contempt.

Not that he minded; the slaps were just perfect to him. Not too hard to bruise, or even hurt him, but not gently enough to leave him unsatisfied.The

He had always told him that he was a "magician with his fingers", but he never really completely understood what he meant by that description.

Now, though, he had a pretty clear understanding of what it entailed.

"Mmmmmmph~!" The feline cried out, his legs squirming a little with each impact, and his toes curling and uncurling with anticipation.

He could tell that Dodger was having the time of his life, just like he was, but that didn't mean he couldn't act otherwise. It made the whole thing more fun, after all.

His squirming got a little more noticeable by Dodger, who smiled at his antics and even had to hold him by the arms with both hands, pulling him back into position.

"Oh no you don't~!" He sternly declared, delivering another firm SMACK on the reddening bottom. "You're going nowhere until you've learnt your lesson, kiddo~"

Before the kitten could make another move, he felt the dog move one of his arms behind his back, pinning it there and keeping him firmly in place.

The younger anthro had no choice but to endure the strikes, feeling the blissful sting in his butt with each blow.

Of course, the gag was only helping his moans a little, which were slowly increasing in volume the longer the canine kept going.

And to make matters even better, along came the "tears" that were bound to come.

They weren't real, of course, and they would've been tears of joy, if anything. But they contributed to the act just fine.

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" Oliver pretended to sob as he squirmed aimlessly, hiding his eyes with his crocodile tears in them.

Dodger had no idea how long he had been going at the younger male's bum, but his hand was starting to feel a little sore.

As much as he would've liked to, it was probably best to wrap things up soon. After all, Oliver had been through enough recently, especially today, from what Alex had told him.

If he could help the kid get a bit of enjoyment out of his originally-crappy day, then he'd be all for it.

And besides, it wasn't like this would be the only opportunity they would get for this kind of stuff. Now that the kid was in safe hands, they were free to do this kind of thing whenever they felt.

So, the terrier delivered one last SMACK, making sure that it was the strongest one yet, before resting his hand on his little buddy's sore rump, rubbing it gently.

"Think you've learnt your lesson, buddy?" Dodger asked the kit, a small smile on his face.

"Mmm-hmmm..." Oliver murmured through the gag and the "tears", nodding his head.

Speaking of the former, Dodger reached his other hand to the back of the gag's strap, undoing it and allowing the feline's mouth to finally close, before gently slipping the ball out from his mouth, placing it aside.

After a few heavy breaths in and out of his freed mouth, Oliver put on his innocent face and looked up at Dodger.

"Am I a bad boy, Papa~?" He whimpered, wiping a "tear" from his eye. "Are you still angwy with me~?"

"You were a VERY naughty boy, kid~" The Jack Russell cooed, stroking the kit's head with a grin. "But you took your punishment like a champ, and Papa's proud of ya~"

Hearing those words made the younger anthro smile, and he gave his canine friend a hug.

"Im sowwy, Papa Dodger~" He murmured, nuzzling his neck. "I pwomise, I'll be on my best behaviour~"

The canine couldn't help but chuckle a little, hugging the feline back.

"Attaboy~" He remarked, patting his back.

Oliver let out a sigh of contentment, closing his eyes and savoring the affection he was being shown. Genuine affection that he felt that he had been deprived of for so long.

His purring was enough to tell Dodger that he had enjoyed the session, and was looking forward to doing it again sometime.

Hopefully, that would be soon.

***

Tapping her foot impatiently on the carpet with her arms crossed, Jenny wore a rare serious expression on her face as she waited for her prize-winning pet to come out of the bathroom besides her bedroom.

Despite the pride she had always felt for her ever since she had her, the young lady had never been this disappointed in the poodle before now. She was normally a very forgiving person, even to people who didn't treat her very well, but what Georgette had done to her kitten was inexcusable and unforgivable.

She didn't like punishing either of her pets, but her dad told her that discipline was done out of love, not hate. And for something like what Georgette had done, it couldn't be overlooked.

And for an act of this magnitude, a simple grounding or taking away her magazines wouldn't do. But, the punishment had to fit the crime, and she couldn't think of anything more fitting than this.

"Are you done yet?" She asked from this side of the door, trying to sound as authoritative as she could, despite her natural voice being a little contradictory to what she was going for. "There's no point delaying it; you're just gonna make me angrier with you."

A moment of silence passed the room, until the girl could make out the sound of faint rustling of some kind from the other side of the wooden object, which she had a fairly good idea of the source of.

Seconds later, the handle twisted, and the door slowly began to open up, revealing the state of the once-proud poodle, who couldn't look more of the opposite right now.

Stepping out at a snail's pace, Georgette looked down at the ground with a face as red as an apple, standing in front of her owner with her hands clasped in front of her, looking like she knew she was in trouble.

But moreover, looking no different to how she made the kitten look just recently.

In lieu of her expensive & lavish attires she would don on a daily basis, she was now wearing a frilly little baby dress, white with blue frills around the collar, poofy sleeves & skirt, with a cute little heart stitched on the middle. Which matched very well with what she was wearing just beneath it, that the former's length allowed full view of; a big pink poofy diaper was fit snugly around her waist, giving her the kind of rounded rump she had always dreamed of having. Though she didn't exactly want to get it like this.

It didn't stop there, though. Wrapped around her hands were a pair of mittens, strapped in place to ensure she wouldn't be able to remove them herself, and making the idea of grasping anything a challenge. She had to use both hands just to open the door by herself. Fittingly, a pair of baby booties were attached to her feet, given the same kind of lock to keep them in place. Though they came with an additional function, with the emphasis on "fun".

And to complete the look, a baby bonnet that matched her dress was on her head, giving her a more classy kind of infantile look, whether that was to make this easier for her or just to mock her being anyone's guess.

But that wasn't the only kind of humiliation the young lady had for her, and this one was perhaps the cruellest of all, by the poodle's standards.

"J- Jenny..." She whispered pathetically, daring to tilt her eyes up to face the girl. "Did... Did I have to... Remove it all?"

She was referring to her hair. The soft blue coiffure nestled on her head & around her ears, atop her chest and around her wrists, all of which gave her that signature look. And now, all of it was gone, shaved off to leave her bare. 

Hearing the question, her own placed her hands on her hips and looked her in the eye, seemingly unfazed by any attempt at guilt-tripping.

"Yes! It's what you get for taking Oliver out in public dressed like that!" She coldly answered, before she held up something she had in her hand, wagging a finger with the other one. "Now come here!"

Knowing where this was going but knowing that there was no point in trying to fight it, the poodle slowly lowered herself to her knees, allowing the girl to access her face. More specifically, her mouth.

As soon as Jenny held out the little accessory/tool, she opened her maw with reluctance, bracing herself for insertion.

This pacifier had more uses than simply completing the look, which was evident by the straps attached to either side of the plastic contraption, and the clips on the ends. It doubled as a gag, preventing her from speaking properly.

As soon as she popped it in her mouth, Georgette obediently clamped her lips down on it, holding it in place as Jenny walked around and pulled the ends of the straps towards one another, clicking it in place behind her pet's head, sealing off any further vocal protests from her.

The rubber bulb in her mouth was all Georgette could physically feel now, though internally, she was feeling something else: pathetic.

But there was more to come.

"Alright, you're ready." The young lady stated, turning to walk to the corner of the room, beckoning the poodle to follow her.

Knowing what she wanted, the canine began to bring herself up to her feet to do so.

"No!" She suddenly heard the girl snap, startling her and making her pause, looking over to the human. "Like a baby."

That was insult to injury, but it wasn't like the poodle was in a place to argue.

So, as she was expected of, she dropped back to her knees & hands, and proceeded to crawl over to the wooden structure, where the girl was waiting.

A large baby crib, painted white & decorated with flowers, stars & hearts around the headboard, an admittedly comfy set of pillows & a soft blanket, were all waiting for her, making it clear what the young lady had in mind for her for the next part of her punishment.

The closer she got to it and her master, the more she dreaded where this was going. Despite how far they had already gone, she still refused to believe there wasn't a way out of this.

So, when she was in front of it, she could only kneel in front of her, while Jenny opened the door to the oversized crib, which she had no doubt that she was planning to use on her poor kitty at some point, giving her zero reason to spare her this humiliation.

Once it was opened, the girl looked at her poodle with that same serious expression.

"Get in." She ordered, pointing a finger with one hand and holding the door with the other.

Georgette gave her the most innocent look she could muster up, wordlessly begging for mercy from the young lady. Probably hoping that the outfit would help sell that imagine.

Unfortunately for her, the girl wasn't in a forgiving mood with her, and this feeble attempt at guilt-tripping her only served to incur her displeasure even more. Which the bitch was about to find out for herself.

Out of her pocket, she pulled out a little remote of some kind, with a few small buttons on it, which made the poodle's eyes widen when she saw it.

"You asked for this." She told her, despite the poodle shaking her head with a fearful look on her face, pushing one of the buttons on it, giving her the reaction she was dreading.

Inside her little booties, Georgette's feet suddenly felt an unpleasant sensation wrangling her feet, tickling her like a wingful of feathers, causing her to begin hopping in place while the baby shoes continued their assault.

"Mmmmmmhmhmhmhmhmmmph!" She whined through the pacifier, unable to help herself from giggling at the ticklish feeling, which only grew worse the longer it lasted, making her freak out wildly in place.

Jenny decided to wait a few moments, ensuring that the lesson had been learned, before she clicked the button again, and the booties ceased their relentless assault, leaving the canine panting heavily on the floor.

"Now, get in." She repeated, her voice stern and unrelenting, pointing inside the cage.

Not wanting to be subjected to the tickling again, the poodle reluctantly obeyed, dragging her body into the oversized baby bed, and laying down on the mattress.

The young lady watched her do so with her arms crossed, before she closed the door on her, sealing the outside lock with a look of disappointment on her face.

"You're gonna think about what you did to Oliver, and how mean it was." She told her, moving herself down to the foot-end of the crib, peering in through the rectangular hole at her poodle. "Now, give me your feet."

Georgette knew what that feature was for, but she had quicky regretted it, now that the shoe was on the other foot. In more ways than one.

But she knew that the remote was still a factor in this, so she obeyed without a struggle, and moved her cvered feet through the space, leaving them as the only part that was outside of the crib, as it would stay for a while.

Once they were through, the girl locked them in place as well, giving the crib a kind of stockade look to them, and sealing Georgette's fate.

"You're staying there for the night." She told her, turning to leave the room. "And if you even try to get out of there, I'll send you outside like this, like a real baby."

The threat was enough to make her heart skip a beat, but it wasn't too big of a surprise. In all honesty, she was lucky that she didn't do that already.

So, the poodle decided not to tempt fate, and just let her punishment happen. It would end tomorrow morning, and things would go back to normal. Or so she hoped.

Speaking of outside, things were about to get worse for her, if she knew who had just pulled up.

"This is the place, right?" Alex inquired, pulling his car up to the fancy house that Oliver resided at.

In the backseat, the kitten nodded and smiled, looking over his home sweet home.

"Yeah, this is it." He declared, opening the door and jumping out, looking back at his friends in the front seat. "Thanks again, guys. For everything."

Alex and Dodger looked back and smiled at him.

"'Ey, what are friends for?" Dodger replied, reaching back and patting him on the shoulder. "We'd never abandon one o' the gang. Later, kid."

The parting remark made the kitten smirk a bit.

"Later, gramps." He told him, closing the door, before he turned and ran towards the entrance, looking forward to getting back inside.

After a long day of adventure and fun, it would be nice to get some rest and relaxation.

"Oliver!" The voice of his loving owner declared, coming down the stairs and seeing her kitten, who looked just as thrilled to see her.

"Hi, Jenny!" The young cat called back, going up to her as she got to the bottom, joining her for a hug, which the girl quickly returned.

"I'm so happy to see you!" She proclaimed, petting him affectionately, before breaking the hug. "I'm really sorry about what you've been put through. You didn't deserve any of it. I promise, she'll never do that again."

Hearing the news, the kitten felt bad that she felt guilty about the recent events.

"It wasn't your fault, Jenny." He tried to assure her, smiling softly. "Georgette was the one who did it to me. And those other women."

"But you're my responsibility." She retorted, looking a little upset with herself. "I'm your owner, so it's my duty to look after you. And I didn't do a very good job."

Hearing her feeling bad, the kitten hugged her again, hoping to comfort her.

"Please don't say that, Jenny." He whispered, looking up at her. "I know you were looking out for me. You're the best owner I could ever ask for."

The girl smiled at him, appreciating his sentiment.

"Thank you, Oliver..." She thanked him, stroking his cheek with a finger, before she stood up. "You really are the best pet anyone could ask for. I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too." He replied, turning his head towards the stairs, remembering what awaited him. "So... What about Georgette?"

The girl's smile dropped, and her gaze turned towards the poodle's bedroom as well.

"She's being punished, until tomorrow. Then we'll see what happens." She explained, a slightly cold tone to her voice. "I can't just forgive her after what she did. Not right away."

He could understand why, so he nodded.

"What did you do to her?"

"Exactly what she did to you." The girl answered, prompting the feline's curiosity, and his intrigue.

"R- Really?" He asked, taking a step up the first stair, before looking back at his master. "Can I see?"

Hearing that, Jenny smiled wickedly, passing him something in her hand.

"She's all yours~" Came the answer, her smile turning sweet as she skipped off to the living room. "Have fun~"

Looking at what she had given him, the kitten was surprised to find the little remote, which he was sure he'd find the uses for shortly.

Heading up to the poodle's room, he couldn't wait to see exactly what his owner meant, and he was about to find out, upon opening the door.

Within seconds, his eyes found what & who he was looking for, and his jaw dropped as a result.

"No... Way..." He muttered, spotting the poodle locked up in the corner, approaching her with an increasing grin.

Despite the bars obscuring his view a little, he could see things well enough. She was sitting upright with her arms crossed, looking at him with a warranted blush spread on her face, wearing an outfit that would have made his earlier ones look tame... Or not.

She was dressed in the most babyish & humiliating outfit possible, the kind that would have been a nightmare for him a few hours ago, but would have seemed like a faint bad dream just recently.

Everything, from her diaper, to her dress, bonnet, mittens, booties & pacifier was designed to make her look like a literal infant, and the stockades around her feet certainly didn't help her image.

To see her in a position like this was almost unbelievable, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight, feeling a little vindicated by her humiliation. He was suddenly seeing the appeal to being on this side of things.

"Awww, poor puppy~!" He taunted, walking over to her and peering into her eyes through the bars, which she quickly diverted away. "Who's a cute baby~? Who's my cute widdle Georgie-weorgie~?"

If looks could kill, his corpse would be flat on the ground. But the way she was, she was helpless.

"Are you a grumpy baby~?" He teased her further, putting his fingers through the bars and poking her in the sides, making her jump and glare at him. "Did the meanie give you a smacked bottom~?"

The poodle's glare intensified as much as her blush did, but her expression dramatically changed when her eyes darted downwards, seeing what he was holding.

"Mmmmmmph!?" She exclaimed, spying the little remote in his hand, recognizing it instantly, and beginning to panic.

Seeing this, the kitten smirked and waved the little controller in front of her.

"Oh, this?" He asked, before he held it up and gave the buttons a look. "Yes, it's a very nice toy, isn't it~? Let's see what happens when I press... This one~"

With that, his finger met the top button, and the effect was immediate.

Georgette's eyes shot open, and her feet were reacquainted with the tickling, as the little shoes began their torment, making her squeal and struggle to free herself, much to the kitten's surprise.

"Mmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmph!" She cried through the rubber pacifier, giggling uncontrollably while the device did its work.

The sight took Oliver by surprise, and he could pick up on the little noise coming from the booties, putting two and two together.

"Tickling, huh~?" He cooed, a devilish smirk spreading on his face, which was soon accompanied by a devious giggle. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this~"

That was a foreboding statement for the poodle, who didn't like where this was going. But the current torture was difficult enough to cope with.

So, he kept pressing the button, and watched her squirm & laugh, her face slowly becoming redder, complimenting the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Awww, my little Georgie-weorgie~" He teased, moving over to the base of the crib, watching the magic happen. "Do you have an itchy widdle foot~? It's okay, Uncle Oliver will help~"

The way the poodle was helplessly thrashing about, trying to escape the torment, only served to entertain the kitten, who was enjoying the role reversal a little too much.

"Oh, is your tummy tickly, too~?" He teased, watching her helpless attempts to hold it in. "I'd love to be in there with you and find out~"

The idea of having the feline inside the poodle made her shudder. He was definitely getting revenge on her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she tried, he'd tell Jenny, and she'd only be punished further.

But luckily, her body was spared that kind of humiliation, as the boy stopped torturing her, showing her feet some mercy.

She needed this break to catch her breath, and the feline was more than happy to grant her this... For a moment.

"Wow, you're a ticklish baby, aren't you~?" He teased, walking away from the crib and to the dresser, collecting a few items, which the dog hadn't noticed. "You're lucky you're so cute, or I'd have to do worse~"

Noticing now that he was further away, the canine dared to look over at where he was heading.

When he came back into view, though, she didn't feel any better.

In his hands, in addition to the remote, the cat was now clutching a few of her products. Namely, her hairbrush, her comb, her makeup brush, her mascara and her baby powder.

'What are those for?' She asked herself, dreading whatever the feline had in mind.

The boy walked back to her feet and setting them down, giving her a smug grin, before he started to undo the straps on her booties, giving her some comfort that she would be free of anymore of that, at least.

But once her new shoes were off, that relief disappeared, when she realised what the boy had in store.

"Now, let's see how ticklish your widdle feet are without these~" He teased, putting the boots off to the side and picking up the brush, making the poodle's eyes widen. "Uncle Oliver wants you to sing a song~"

Before she could cry out about it, she was assaulted by a wave of ticklish sensations, and her pacifier muffled her screams.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmph! MmmmMMMMPH!"

As the bristles brushed her feet, the canine's laughter and screaming filled the room, even reaching the rest of the house.

"MmmmMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!"

Oliver was having the time of his life, enjoying the sound and the sight of her feet, squirming and wiggling about, her toes clenching & unclenching.

Georgette was in absolute hell; humiliated & tortured by the kitty she once saw as her personal plaything, at the lowest point of her life.

Even Jenny, who was downstairs reading a book, could hear the screams of laughter coming from her pet, and could only smile, knowing that this was exactly what the bitch deserved.

"Happy playtime, Oliver~"