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Since he had no windows on his \"bedroom,\" he could never tell the time of day, but knew he never wakes up in the morning. Stretching all his thin limbs and joints, he got up and walked around the building.\n\nFreakishly skinny and tall, a purple cat with long ears and fingers, big fluffy tail and an attire consisting of a dirty old labcoat, a torn necktie, a gray undersized shirt and a pair of black pants. Mystery, his name, was most of the time dirty, with crusty teeth and an awful smell of mold and rotting flesh that damned everything around him.\n\nHe lived in an abandoned hospital, in the past he was internalized in the promise of curing a fatal, rare condition. The owner of the hospital also had an asylum a few blocks apart, which nearly burned down with a patient's tantrum. Its supporting structure was pretty much intact, though the owner lost too much money after the incident. With the deinstitutionalizing movement raging at the time, and the lawsuits that soon took place, the owner came to bankruptcy and shut down both properties. Mystery, since he had nowhere else to go, squatted the hospital as his own, since living back with his abusive parents would be to repeat a nightmare. He occasionally went to the asylum right next, took it as his own aswell, though only for the less rotten food and more comfortable beds. Perfect for his, shall we say, guests.\n\nOnce outside, the cat strolled around the back alleyways, hunting trash under the cloudy afternoon sky. It was a place he knew well, every nook and cranny, he treated it like his home. The only thing that differentiated him from a hobo was the labcoat he’s worn for forever now.\n\nAfter an hour or so, he bestowed upon a bag of debatably fine burgers inside a bin, already salivating in anticipation. Mystery picked up the bag and grabbed the packets inside, unfolding then eating the insides.\n\nStrolling around the quiet place, he caught sight of a yellow parrot, seemingly lost. She was pacing around the street nearby, looking for something, someone. \"Hello? Moooom?\" She yelled.\n\nMystery’s eyes widened and he stood put to observe her. She was a child, around 9 years old. The middle of her face was divided by fluff, she had sky blue eyes and more fluff on each of her cheeks. White shirt, earth colored skirt, a slim yet chunky build, her fluffy tail bounced with each step she took. It was a fine dine, and the man knew just what he had to do.\n\n\"Moooooomm??\"\n\nNo response.\n\n\"Do you need any help, sweetie?\" The cat called, approaching her, burger in hand.\n\n\"I lost my mom, and I can’t find her. Can you help me, sir?\" Her tone was urgent, slightly wagging her tail as she looked up at him. He was a skyscraper in her eyes, her head only reached his waist.\n\n\"I can help! Tell me where you last saw her and I'll go there with you!\" He threw the burger away and extended his long fingers to her, of which her small hands awkwardly embraced.\n\n\"Uhhh, I last saw her on a bakery somewhere in here.\" She pointed towards her back.\n\n\"Ah, yes! Follow me, whatever your name is!\" He paced deeper into the alleyways.\n\n\"It’s Polly! What’s yours?\"\n\n\"Mystery. You have a very silly name!\"\n\n\"You too, twerp!\" She retorted. \"Anyway, why are you called Mystery?\"\n\n\"It just is, okay! Your parents must have been very creative too, heehee!\"\n\n\"Shut up!!! There’s nothing wrong with my name!\"\n\nMystery chuckled at her comeback.\n\nAfter an hour or two of walking and small talk, they stumbled upon a dead end, the back of a small apartment complex. There was a door on the grayish establishment leading here, opening it would probably show a hallway. They could see lights from the inside, leaking into the opposite two dumpsters. Mystery sat on one of the dumpsters and propped her up beside him before she could say anything, leaning his head against the cracked wall.\n\n\"Uh, Mystery sir? Where are we?\"\n\n\"We’re right next to the bakery! But they closed for now, so she can’t be there. Just resting my feet.\" He lied.\n\n\"Then don't take too long! My mom must be heading home now, she's gonna be worried...\"\n\nThey stood quietly under the darkening sky. Polly couldn’t keep herself still with worry, while Mystery just looked up in ponder. A group of pigeons fought for breadcrumbs on the ground, another group huddled around the edge of the rooftops. Cockroaches crawled through the ragged concrete in search of food and shelter, one briefly brushed the man’s foot before hiding. And the both of them just watched.\n\n\"Don’t these bugs bother you, Mysty sir?\" Polly inquired.\n\n\"Oh? No! I love them! They're friends; I share with them, they share with me.\" He replied, opening his mouth to pull out a live beetle from under his tongue, then throwing it back in to eat it.\n\n\"My mom says they're important to our planet, but I think they’re icky.\" She added.\n\n\"That’s what makes them the darn best!\"\n\n\"I guess you’re right.\"\n\n\"Of course I am.\" Mystery said, gazing over Polly’s form, stopping to stare at her beautiful face. He really wanted to hold her close and feel good, she looked so soft and he was sure she was even softer under her clothing. She soon took notice of his staring and he turned his head to look at the pigeons on the ground.\n\nThe street lights started to wake up, the sun was no more and in it's place white and warm colors bathed the city. The child grew increasingly anxious, knowing she was wasting time in this one corner.\n\n\"Ah, we gotta go find her! It's now or ne-\"\n\n\"Aaaahh, nuh uh uh. This time is perfect for criminals to hurt us, especially in these parts of town!\" He interrupted, stood up and propped her back on the ground. \"Come to my house, there’s room for two. We can look for mommy tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Mom said to not go to stranger’s houses.\" She sternly declined.\n\n\"But come on! We can have fun and stuff! I promise we’ll hit the streets the day after!\" The tall man held her wrist firmly, already pacing the way home.\n\n\"Let go of me, Mystery!\" She yelled, pushed and pulled, trying to get out of his grasp.\n\nHe was having none of it. He snarled, pinned her to the ground with his thin legs and nabbed a bottle of starter fluid he keeps in the inside of his coat, along with a rag he found in a bin earlier. He soaked the cloth and shoved it in the girl’s face, making her pass out.\n\nMystery stood up, heaving. His eyes darted around, and back to the little girl. On the ground, asleep and defenseless, the sight gave him relief. After a bit of a stretch, he picked up and carried Polly bridal style to his lair, half running, half walking. \n\n\n\n\"Wakey wakey~\" The birdie woke up with an odd echo surrounding her, along with a musk and a dim light. She opened her eyes to see Mystery himself, his emanated primal lust, they glew in the candlelights, his smirk, nothing but malicious.\n\nThey were both in a rather unkempt bedroom, though the best looking one in the building. It was prominently dull green, the wooden flooring and light green wallpaper dirty and stained with all kinds of fluids. There were cracks and florations of mold in the corners of the walls, a large cabinet sitting in one of them. In each side of the double bed were small nightstands on which two candles lit up the room. The bed itself was also stained, full of hairs and ashes that’s been accumulating into a thick layer on the blanket.\n\nPolly was laid down on it spread eagle, the clothes covering her now dirty. The man just stood there, watching, the white matted fur on his scrawny chest and stomach exposed. The wrists on his hips were striped, his arms skinny. Oddly, he seemed to have no nipples.\n\n\"W-where am I?\" She hushed.\n\n\"You’re in my house! Remember me, sugary boo?\" He teased.\n\n\"Mystery, what’s going on!?\"\n\n\"Well, just brought you here for our little fun, of course!\" He let out a giggle as he crawled on top of the 9 year old.\n\nPolly shrunk herself under him, curving her brows. She wanted to scream, but they both knew that wouldn't solve anything.\n\n\"Nooo, no no no. Don’t be shy, we’re here to have fun! It's a game I like to call...\" He snickered as he forcefully spread the parrot apart, arms to legs. \"...Seeexxxxxx...\" His eyes were rolling up. \"And oh, what are the rules? It starts with you taking off your clothes! For! Mystery!\"\n\n\"No! Get away from me!\" She screamed in agony.\n\n\"Come on! Take it off already, I’m not going to baby you on this!\"\n\n\"No!\" Polly popped her tongue out, the only rude gesture she could do since her wrists and ankles were being held down.\n\n\"Ack! Since you want it the hard way!\" Mystery growled before he furiously bit her cute little shirt and ripped it to shreds, while the girl screamed and tossed in panic. He did the same to the other articles of clothing, skirt and panties absolutely destroyed by his crusty teeth and big hands.\n\nMystery then firmly held Polly by the chin and leaned in for a whisper, his hand big enough to crush her skull. She was soaked in sweat by this point, panting on his face just waiting for certain death.\n\n\"The second rule is: you do what I want, if you don’t, I will murder you and your mom. Are we clear, sweetheart?\" He hushed. The cat’s white chin glistened with the drool that poured from his mouth, impatient to start ravaging the sweet little girl’s body.\n\nPolly could only stare into his eyes in awe. This old, deranged man was going to use and abuse her body for his selfish desire, and she would never see the light of day again. A tear rolled down her cheek upon the thought sank in, which made the guy’s grin even wider in sadistic ecstasy. He was more than ready.\n\nPolly’s body was as fluffy as the old man expected. Her nipples were small and rosy, she had poofy chest fur that trailed down to her belly button. Legs rather thick, but still keeping her childlike form. And down her navel hid paradise. Every little detail was making Mystery go nuts. He was stroking his boner through his pants while the girl hid her most private parts with her hands as best as she could, silent and scared.\n\n\"I wanna see you. Spread it.\" He demanded.\n\nPolly did nothing, making Mystery spread her himself, giving him view of a slightly juiced virgin cunny. She didn’t want this.\n\n\"Yeah... That’s how I like it.\" He growled, sitting his ass down on the mattress, legs slightly apart. \"Why don’t you come sit on Mysty’s lap now, Polly?\"\n\n\"I-I don't want-\"\n\n\"Shut up! I don't care, just come here now.\"\n\nShe crawled towards the cat, holding in tears, and turned her back on him to sit. Polly’s bare butt brushed against his groin, which made him shiver. He didn't get this kind of touch often. He repositioned her hips so that the tip of his erection touched her entrance.\n\n\"M-Mystery sir? I think I need to pee.\" She said, slightly rubbing herself on his lap, anticipating an opportunity to escape.\n\n\"Oh do you? Or are you just touch starved? I’ll help.\" He said, trailing down her chest fur with his middle finger, making her shiver all over.\n\n\"Mysty? I need to g-ohhh...\" She gasped as he reached her small clitoris, then caressing it.\n\n\"Feels good, don’t it?\" He said, quickening the pace and making her moan. As much as she didn't want to admit, she felt good down there, and that made her tear a bit.\n\n\"I-If you don-don’t stop and let me go, I-I-I will pee on your pants!\" She cried.\n\n\"Go ahead, I don’t mind~\" He responded. Polly just pouted in defeat, before reverting to small groans as he went, soon trying to grind his clothed boner.\n\nMystery’s finger trailed down to her small hole, teased, then slowly inserted it. Birdie heaved as he went inch by inch, a completely new experience to her young mind, her hot, tight insides turning sopping wet wrapped around him.\n\nThe man pressed her walls as he started pushing in and out of her dripping, needy kid cunt. Slow, cervix kissing, deep strokes. She wrapped a hand around his arm, while he used his other hand to feel her up; nipples, belly, fur. Hearing the subtle groans of appreciation from the child as he petted her, his cock grew harder and harder.\n\n\"Oh, aren’t you enjoying this? And to think minutes ago you were fighting for your life~\" Mystery played, removing his finger and sucking the fluid out of it, which tasted faintly tangy. He then held her hips and grinded on her yellow nakedness.\n\n\"Shut up! Y-you-you’re going to murder me if I don’t play along, don’t think I’m into any of this!\" Polly retorted.\n\n\"We’ll freaking see about that.\" He mumbled.\n\nThe purple cat then turned her around and pushed her head closer to his chub, locking her close with his spidery legs, still covered by black pants. Shutting her mouth tight, the little girl tried pushing his legs off with her head, only to be detained by his big manly hands, holding her from each side.\n\n\"Take it off,\" he commanded, putting his elbows back on the bed, \"with your mouth.\"\n\nBirdie acquiesced and unbuckled his belt with her small hands, then brought the upmost of his pants to her mouth and bit it. Her chin brushed against his rock solid dick as she pulled the clothing away from him. Finally, it revealed his eggplant shaped monster. Thick and almost as long as her face, coated in cheese and rock solid.\n\n\"So big... are you going to kill me with this?!\" She said, feeling the thing throb against her face.\n\n\"Mysty sir’s gonna put it inside you. He promises to be gentle, hee hee.\" He chuckled. \"Just work your mouth already.\"\n\n\"Wh-how?\"\n\n\"Oh, just uhhh, lick the donger all over like it’s a popsicle! Then you put it in your mouth and I do the rest!\"\n\n\"Okay...\"\n\nPolly extended her tongue and pressed it against the shaft, going slowly up, then down to the base, taking in his salty taste. Mystery was growling in pleasure with his deep chainsmoker-ish voice. She did this for a while, then fitting the tip in her hot mouth to suck, tongue pressing against his frenulum.\n\n\"Mmm,\" She took it out of her mouth to speak, saliva trickling down her chin and his cock, “Do you... like this?”\n\n\"Yes, yes! Nice~\" He enthused. \"Now can you fit more of it in your mouth?\" He put a hand on the back of her head, slightly petting the fluff.\n\nThe little girl wrapped the tip of his cock back in her mouth and went down sluggishly, her warm saliva coating his length. Getting it to the back of her throat, she gagged, then got his tool out her mouth instantly.\n\n\"Do I have to go all the way? I felt I was gonna puke and-\"\n\n\"Nonsense! If you won't do it yourself, I will.\" The cat growled, holding her head with both his hands and making her swallow that pulsing thing down to the base, making her gag and tear a bit. Her throat was even hotter and wetter around his shaft than her mouth. \"That’s the stuff~\" He moaned.\n\nPolly’s eyes widened by the lack of control, dreading the possibility she pukes on him with one more gag. He pushed himself out her throat, just the tip inside her, leaving her with space to breathe and accustom. He did this a few more times, slowly, until he started pumping her in shallow, quick strokes, his dick head jamming against the back of her throat.\n\n\"I gotta change position, sugar. Lie your head down on the edge and keep still.\" Mystery breathed, taking his cock off her mouth. She promptly did so as he got off the bed and pulled her head to hang on the edge, then positioning his tool on her mouth.\n\nThe whole length went inside in one thrust, making the birdie yelp on his shaft. \"Much better-!\" He growled. He thrusted deep and slow, occasionally pulling out to let her breathe, then slapping her face with his cock before going back in hard.\n\nHe could see Polly's tiny 9 year old body before him, squirming, her legs were grinding against each other, her unbusy hands stroking her fur, occasionally trailing down to her mons before rising up to her chest. He held either side of her waist with both hands and caressed her with a thumb as he pumped her tight hole faster and faster, feeling her squeal with each squeeze.\n\n\"Polly... Polly, Mysty sir’s going to~!!\" He deeply growled, before cumming with a roar. His balls firmly pressed against the fluff on her forehead, squeezing tight as they emptied thick creamy semen directly into her stomach. It hurt, it hurt the birdie a lot, she clutched some of her fur trying to endure the pain.\n\nHe pulled it out sluggishly, just enough time to dump his seed inside her and let the child breathe. She was spitting the thick jizz back up while trying to swallow, and by the time he had taken out the entire thing, her orifice was absolutely full of ejaculate, a large part of it drooling down her face. A complete mess.\n\nThey were breathing heavily, Mystery admired the view of the girl's cumsoaked face, her soft, anxious figure under him, dick still hard. He could go on for hours with her, but he needed to get hydrated before cumming again.\n\n\"Mysty sir’s gonna get some water. If you run away, I will find you, right boo?\" He warned, wiping the remaining sperm on her fluff then strolling out the bedroom, going down the stairs. Polly sat up, heaving, and began to cry, muffling herself with the stained blanket of the bed.\n\nMystery went to the kitchen two floors down and turned the sink faucet on, filling the large, oddly clean glass cup on his hand. The owner still paid the bills for his abandoned establishments, oddly enough. He drank the liquid and filled the cup again, so his birdie could drink, too. After all, she lost too much saliva sucking his dick, and a child with a dry mouth is no fun.\n\nWalking back to the most luxurious bedroom in the building, he found Polly wetting the bed with her tears, gasping for air in between cries.\n\n\"Aawww, someone’s sad. Don’t worry, my dear Polly, everything is going to be aaallriiight.\" Mystery teased as he set aside the cup, then sliding a hand on her head.\n\n\"Get away! I wanna go home!\" She yelled, shoving him away.\n\n\"Now now, Polly, what have I said about disobeying me? Do you really want to do this?\" He drew a smug grin as he said that.\n\n\"F-fuck you-!\"\n\n\"Language.\"\n\n\"Shut up. I’ll get out of this... thing!\"\n\n\"You can try, but that would be fuutiiile~\"\n\nPolly springed out of the bed and out the room, but Mystery quickly snatched her and threw her back on the mattress. Falling on her backside, she was held by the wrists and crawled on top, faces getting so close they touched foreheads.\n\n\"Do not test me, sweetie. I have a knife in this very bedroom I can pick up and cut you open right now. Do you really want to die here and never be found?\" He hissed through a gritting, twisted smile.\n\nShe swallowed, sweating profusely, horrified. She could hear him pant on top of her, squeeze her wrists tight.\n\n\"N-no.\" She mumbled.\n\n\"That’s what I thought. Don’t resist and you’ll be alive, okay?\"\n\nShe nodded.\n\nThe cat got off her and picked up the cup of water to give her.\n\n\"Drink this.\" He demanded. The birdie downed the whole thing, she could feel the soreness in her ravaged throat wash away. He sat down on the bed, dick still hard, knees bent, said \"Time for round two, Polly! All that murder talk got me rocking! Get over here so I can taste your cunt better.\"\n\nHe grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her hips up to his face, laying on his stomach, now face to face with her dripping cunny. Mystery opened his mouth and exposed his unending thick tongue, then began penetrating Polly bit by bit. She felt her pussy ache and stretch good, heaving, shivering, clutching the sheets as he came closer to her cervix. The man tonguefucked her up before pulling it out, a string of saliva hanging between, then getting a hold of his pulsing monster and nearing it on her small hole.\n\n\"It’s not going to fit! Please, don't!\" Polly exclaimed.\n\n\"Don’t worry, it’s going in real smooth!\" Mystery responded. He squeezed the head inside, then inserting the rest of his thick cock down her slippery, tight hole. Too strongly, eliciting a squeal from Polly and a growl from the kiddy fucker. Holding her hips, he leisurely pushed the whole thing in and out of her, stretching her and getting her accostumed to his size, building up speed as he went. She was grasping tightly against his cock, and it made things more difficult, but soon enough he was pumping her cunt full strength.\n\n\"Aah... It’s tearing me apart! Please-\" \n\n\"Please, what?\" Mystery cut Polly off, who was struggling to keep herself down on earth, the pain mixed in with the pleasure.\n\n\"Please go fast, don't stop! Or else, I’ll meet Jesus at 9!\"\n\nHe gave a big toothy grin in dominating glee, hearing little birdie beg him for the first time felt wonders. He kneeled and pulled her hips up along, allowing him to go even harder in deep strokes. Polly felt him push all her sensitive spots, their thighs slapping against each other made them burn, she locked them legs on his hip.\n\nThe old man thrusted her closer and closer to the headboard until the little girl had to pull herself up, hugging his furry body and pressing her head against his chest. Now close to climaxing, Mystery hugged her back and muttered sweet nothings in between growls, drilling her hole and punching her limit. They looked each other in the eye before he pushed her hips down and shot his load straight into her cervix, letting out a lustful groan from his throat. Polly didn’t cum, but feeling the hot liquid overflow from her small pussy almost made her. They stood there, locking eyes and panting on each other’s face, as Mystery ejaculated his last few drops for the round, a puddle of jizz forming below them.\n\n\"I... I totally didn’t like that!\" Polly sighed, nearing her eyebrows.\n\n\"Hee hoo hee, I think your body says otherwise~\" He laughed it off, feeling her pulse against him.\n\nThey warmed each other for a while before Mystery ejected his shaft from the girl’s pussy, a thick bridge of semen forming in between, more of it oozing down and around the widely gaped hole. His tool was numb. She was, too, both mentally and physically, sitting up on the mattress now. He wiped the remaining ejaculate on her inner thigh, heavily breathing, and crawled off the bed to put on his clothes.\n\nStill recovering her senses, the birdie observed the cum on her crotch and face, tearing up once again. Eyes were hollow, tired, she could feel her tummy ache and stretch, the sperm inside her roll out onto the sheets. She felt like she was reaching the gates of heaven, ready for the afterlife, she could barely feel and yet, felt everything in her body. Taking her eyes to the side, the man was putting on his gloves and labcoat. He glanced at her and smiled.\n\n\"I loved every second of tonight, didn't you like it too, Birdie?\" The cat flirted. \"Nighty night! Don’t let the roaches eat your feet!\" He laughed, strolling off the bedroom before she could even open her mouth.\n\nPolly sat there, naked, drenched in cum and sweat, cold. The hair caked blanket was left hanging on an edge after all of the commotion that occurred, bugs crawled everywhere through the space and the only source of light was the nearly melted candles on each side of the bed. The ceiling lamp had a broken bulb, she observed. The more time she spent in this place, the more panicked she got.\n\nShe jumped off the bed and limped down a floor in the dark, desperate to find an exit. Didn't go very far. Overwhelmed with stress and pain, she sat down in a corner trying not to pass out, unsuccessful. She took in what little senses she still had, the view of the ruined walls and floors, the silence interrupted by bugs and mice, before closing her eyes.\n\nIt was oddly peaceful in this building.\n____\n\nAcceptance\n____\n\nThe bird girl’s eyes slowly opened to reveal cracked walls surrounding her. Her naked body felt the softness of a dirty old blanket and a black suited plush laying next to her. Catching her memories of the night before, she sat up on the mattress pile with a jolt. The room looked unfamiliar; the only things occupying it were a wooden cabinet to the side and the mattresses she laid on. The air was musty with mold and other dominating filth, sunlight crept up in the hallway from the floor downstairs.\n\nShe got up and walked towards the staircase, then descended to see a wide cafeteria and the entrance to a kitchen, a burnt, dimly lit, barely cared for kitchen that still hosted a nice smell of chicken. She lurked behind a wall to find the man cooking something in a tall pot, singing to himself as he stirred the contents. The sounds of the lit fire, the bubbling fluid and his cheery voice came louder into her ears, the girl kept staring at his movements in reluctance to be seen. The tall cat caught her gazing and waved his spoon to her, drops of liquid flying around.\n\n\"Heya, you finally woke up, sleepyhead! Nice ta’ see you again,\" he greeted, still focused, \"I’m making some chicken soup for breakfast.\"\n\nShe didn’t respond, but approached him with caution and watched him go at his tunes once again. He looked so different from the violent rapist she met, much more engaged in his delusion of happiness, unthreatening, even swinging his hips as he sang some pop music.\n\n\"You might want to sit down, Polly dear, it's almost doooone!\" He said. Polly did as told and sat on one of the round tables outside, trembling as the humid, cold atmosphere took more of her naked body.\n\nShe observed the half covered windows on the opposite walls, the oily tables where sawdust rested on, and a scratched up menu board that hung on top of a dark granite counter near her. Behind the counter you could see broken up food warmers, a single slice of chicken pie laid on top of one.\n\n\"Soup's heeeere!\" He shouted, banging the door open with two steaming bowls on hands. Although they smelled good, Polly was dubious of the actual taste and could only hope for the worst. The cat sat down face to face with her and served her portion. It looked as good as it smelled, yellowish brown water, chunks of meat and various vegetables swimming on it. The birdie held the spoon and brought some of it to her mouth, his eyes staring in anticipation, a big dorky smile on his face. It actually tasted pretty good, or atleast, not as bad as she thought, since expired produce can't go a long way. She raised her eyebrows and the old dork bared his teeth in excitement, then drank a spoonful of his. \n\nSitting in silence for a couple of minutes, Polly couldn't help but notice how much her mate was staring at her, watching her eat, watching her eyes, watching how she swirled the bowl from time to time, utterly fascinated. So fascinated, in fact, he was barely even eating any of his own. She furrowed her brows in confusion.\n\n\"Oh, Polly... you're too cute for this world.\" He broke his lips to speak. \"How did I even meet such a cutie pie. Too cute for this world, cutie pie, so cute for pie, pie cutie. Cuter than pie, not even pie handles your cu-\"\n\n\"Can you just shut up and let me eat? And stop looking at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable!\" She hissed, shoving an index finger on his lips, barely able to hide her flushed, angry face. He licked it and she pulled away with a squeal, then wiping the spit on the table. He just gave another wholesome smirk before drinking from his spoon.\n\n\"Aaalright, but you know it's true!\" He replied, the girl doing her best to look away. \"You're the cutest thing I-\"\n\n\"Shuuuuut!!! I don't want to hear from you! Let! Me! Eat!\"\n\nMystery went back to his chicken soup in silence, still enchanted.\n\nA few more minutes pass and Polly's done with her meal. She hopped off the wooden stool and waddled off.\n\n\"Where are you going, cutie pie?\" Mystery asks.\n\n\"...Nowhere.\" She responds.\n\n\"Nuh uh, you're sitting here with me 'till I finish.\" He said, grabbing her by the arm. She struggled to get off his grasp but was dragged back onto her chair anyway. She pouted and rested her irritated face on both hands, mouth shut.\n\nThe birdie stared into Mysty's eyes in an attempt at intimidation, he stared into hers with admiration. Just a couple more seconds and he's cleaned his bowl, which made her sprint off towards the staircase. \n\n\"I'm leaving you and this poophole!!! Eff you, doodoohead!!\" She screamed as she hopped down the steps, hoping to find an exit in the bottom floor.\n\n\"Oooh I'll show you what this doodoohead can do, pee pee drinker! Come back!\" The dirty man laughed before hopping off to chase her, his spider-like limbs scattering across the floor.\n\nPolly ran through the hallways as fast as she could but found no way out, that psycho was only getting closer and closer. One more floor down and she saw the entrance to the building right ahead. Upon closer inspection, there were wooden planks locking the doors shut. They were rotten and weak, so she tried breaking them with a punch. No result, other than aching knuckles.\n\nAnd there he was, the cat stalking his prey. She didn't turn around to meet him, but instead paralyzed as she heard the floor creaking with each step.\n\n\"Give up, Polly. You have nowhere to go.\" He snarled, creeping his hands up to snatch her. \"Your mom is far away, she's left you behind. You won't find any food by yourself, let alone anyone who can help. You're just a kid.\"\n\nPolly took notice of a tall window, covered only with a makeshift curtain which was blowing with the wind. Underneath it was a broken coffee table, and she used it to reach up and escape. It led to a narrow alleyway, which she jumped onto before he could catch up, and ran off into the dead silent street ahead. As the bird ran she could hear Mystery yell from inside.\n\n\"If that's how you want it to be, fine! Good luck, I don't need you anyway!!!\"\n\n\nIt was already dark, the few working street lights warmed Polly's wandering path. Starved and stressed out of her mind, bare naked, cold and alone, she took notice of a few plastic bags laid beside a house's door. Ravaging it with her own hands in hopes of edible food, she was met with nothing. As things were going for her today.\n\nShe was about to break down crying until she took notice of a white light in the distance. It seemed to be a small bakery, not much traffic since it was located in a quiet neighborhood. It was just a block away, too.\n\nShe decided to steal some goods from it, after all, what was there to lose in jail? She was already at rock bottom. Polly crossed the street and sneaked in front of the bakery, doing her best to not be seen. Checking the window, there was only two people inside, both staff, looking through their phones. She walked behind the building without making a sound, coming into its back alley. In there were puddles of water, a big sewer drain and two overfilled dumpsters, one had a bag of bread on top. It seemed to be in good condition, too, except for the occasional molding. She snatched it and ran away into the other side of the street, back towards her trash bag.\n\nThe bird opened the pack and quickly gnawed away on her first successful catch, sitting down into the cleanest-looking part of the sidewalk. She felt weird coming into direct contact with concrete for the first time.\n\n\"Is... is this really worth it?\" She thought, chewing a piece.\n\n\"Y-yea! It's either this or having to eat nasty weiners. I hate that.\"\n\n\"Atleast I'd have somewhere to sl- no. I can do this. I can do this without him! I'll find mom!\"\n\n\"Well, maybe not find mom, but I'll survive!\"\n\nShe looked up the starry sky, laying her head on the wall behind, eyes gleaming with determination. It was different from what she saw out her own bedroom window, dark blue and nitid, while the view from down there was pitch black, blurred by the light posts above.\n\n\nLoud bangs on the door were booming across the dark, musty hallways of inside. A couple more and Mystery opened his tired eyes, holding his plush Mago tighter than usual. He was barely conscious, but he could sort of tell the time and hear the door being beaten nonstop. He jumped up from his bed and ran into the hall, then peeking from a half covered window, worried authorities were onto him. He saw a small child scream and kick the back door that led to the alleyway maze. \n\nThe cat ran down into the first story and opened the door for his beloved. And there she was, filthier than he ever saw. Clumps of paper and bloodied, matted fur decorated her body. She smelled of trash and piss, her puppy eyes were puffy and dark under, tears still rolling down onto her flushed cheeks. Her right hand was bruised, so were her knees. Overall, a mess. He couldn't help but stare in awe.\n\n\"I don't want to suffer out here alone! I'll do anything! Just keep me alive, give me food and a nice bed! Please!\" She bawled.\n\nPolly ran up and buried her face into his crotch for a hug, wiping her tears on his pants as she muffled her crying. He just stood there, watching her hold his hips tight, wanting to console her but at the same time grind against her face. He was glad she came back, not just because it was exactly how he predicted things to go, but also, the fact she considered him more than a source of survival, a guardian. He got on his knees and held her tight in an effort to comfort.\n\n\"I knew you'd come back!\" He said. \"I don't mind having another mouth to feed.\" She smiled upon hearing these words.\n\nMystery got up on his feet then extended a hand to her. \"Let's get in the bath, you look terrible!\"\n\nThe bird held his fingers and walked inside the asylum.\n\nThey came to an empty room, then into a door on the left; it was a nice bathroom, the bathtub was pretty big, not as rusty and a shelf on top had nothing but a bar of soap. The toilet was sealed shut with barricade tape for some reason.\n\n\"You can turn it on already.\" The cat man ordered before turning on the light and taking his clothes off. The bird huddled inside and turned the faucet, a showerhead from above grumbled before ejecting muddy water right into Polly's face. \"Noo get outta there! I said turn on!\" He giggled as she jumped out.\n\n\"Why did it d-do that?!\" She asked.\n\n\"The pipes haven't been used in a long time. Soon enough the water will be clean enough.\"\n\nMystery slid a hand under the water to check its temperature. Cold. Still cold. Colder. Warm. Oh wait, cold. The heater isn't working. \"Darn it.\" He mumbled. \"I'll be right back, plug the drain while I'm away.\" He said, putting on his labcoat before scurrying off.\n\nPolly sat on the edge of the tub looking for the plug, but to no avail. Instead, she found a pair of panties inside the open sink cabinet. Picking it up, she observed a weird white powder on it, it smelled pretty bad and was relatively fresh. It wasn't anything she's worn before, either, deep purple with tiny dark laces around the edges. She laid it on the top of the sink and sat back on the tub, pondering.\n\n\"Ay! you can turn it on now, dear!\" The cat barged back in, taking off his labcoat. \"Forgot they turned off the heater.\"\n\nShe turned the faucet again and closed the drain with a plug the man handled her, both jumping inside on opposite ends.\n\nMystery stretched and relaxed himself in the tight space, Polly herself between his legs and very embarassed, staring at his half chub. She wasn't used to seeing his dick without fearing for her life.\n\n\"What's the matter, Polly? Come closer, I don't bite~\" He grinned, extending his arms. She reluctantly scooted over and laid her body on his, being embraced by his thin arms as the water rose, a shiver ran all over his body.\n\n\"H-hey, Mysty?\" She said.\n\n\"Hmmm?\"\n\n\"Am I... am I the only one you've taken?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"How many have you kidnapped before m-me?\"\n\n\"Kidnap? Oh no, Mysty sir doesn't kidnap people, that's what bad people do!\"\n\nShe clutched his fur as her lips started to tremble, eyes watering. \"W-Wh-What??\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Why did you take me here? W-why me?\" Her tears were already dropping in the water.\n\nHe looked at her with confused eyes, having no idea what to do. \"We're here to get clean, aren't we? We are.\"\n\n\"I didn't- no, just. Agh, forget it.\"\n\nMystery shrugged and turned off the faucet, as the water was high enough, then brought the bird's flushed face closer to his, making her stand up. They looked each other in the eye for a moment.\n\n\"If it makes you feel any better, you're here with me because Mystery deeply loves you.\" He closed his eyes and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips before she could respond, instead she kissed him back. The only thing that could be heard at that moment were the wet sounds echoing around. Polly tried rubbing her foot on his tool, which caught him off guard. They broke the kiss with wide eyes.\n\n\"Polly?\" He muttered.\n\nShe tensed up.\n\n\"Are you trying to make me feel good again~?\" He enthused\n\n\"Uh, is that what you want?\"\n\n\"Mm yes, please! Can you do that for Mystery?\"\n\nPolly sighed. \"Fine, fine, you deserve this one for asking first.\" She said, as she reached down to stroke him underwater. The man smiled, exposing his tongue. \"Do I do it with my mouth or...?\" She asked.\n\n\"Mouth is good, I'm too tired for humping right now.\" He responded, sitting on the edge of the tub so his dick could be sucked, throbbing hard and proud.\n\nShe produced some saliva before envelopping his tip in her mouth, licking it as best as she could. She then tried to fit the rest of his hard shaft inside, bobbing up and down, the cat's groans joining the echo of wet noises in the bathroom. He brought a hand to the back of her head and gently pushed her further, now reaching her warm throat.\n\n\"F-fast learner, huh? Got the skill of ah pornstar~\" He moaned.\n\nPolly didn't know what a pornstar was, but was flattered anyway, sucking deeper.\n\nMystery, being the troglodite he is, would be slamming her face balls deep by now, but instead was gently making love to her face. He was a drooling mess, panting with the happiness of a puppy while she did her magic.\n\nFinally, he came to his climax with a grunt as he ejaculated into the back of her throat, only his tip inside, coating her tongue with white. She calmly swallowed every drop, then pulled off with a pop, a string of cum between his cock head and her mouth.\n\n\"You really brightened my day, darling, t-thanks. This will suffice!\" He said, heaving and sitting himself back down. They cuddled under the water, dozing off without even cleaning themselves.\n\nSnoring echoed through the bathroom. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Night of Defloration
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A spindly cat man woke up in his dirty mattress, holding a plush cat tightly under his ragged blanket. Since he had no windows on his "bedroom," he could never tell the time of day, but knew he never wakes up in the morning. Stretching all his thin limbs and joints, he got up and walked around the building.

Freakishly skinny and tall, a purple cat with long ears and fingers, big fluffy tail and an attire consisting of a dirty old labcoat, a torn necktie, a gray undersized shirt and a pair of black pants. Mystery, his name, was most of the time dirty, with crusty teeth and an awful smell of mold and rotting flesh that damned everything around him.

He lived in an abandoned hospital, in the past he was internalized in the promise of curing a fatal, rare condition. The owner of the hospital also had an asylum a few blocks apart, which nearly burned down with a patient's tantrum. Its supporting structure was pretty much intact, though the owner lost too much money after the incident. With the deinstitutionalizing movement raging at the time, and the lawsuits that soon took place, the owner came to bankruptcy and shut down both properties. Mystery, since he had nowhere else to go, squatted the hospital as his own, since living back with his abusive parents would be to repeat a nightmare. He occasionally went to the asylum right next, took it as his own aswell, though only for the less rotten food and more comfortable beds. Perfect for his, shall we say, guests.

Once outside, the cat strolled around the back alleyways, hunting trash under the cloudy afternoon sky. It was a place he knew well, every nook and cranny, he treated it like his home. The only thing that differentiated him from a hobo was the labcoat he’s worn for forever now.

After an hour or so, he bestowed upon a bag of debatably fine burgers inside a bin, already salivating in anticipation. Mystery picked up the bag and grabbed the packets inside, unfolding then eating the insides.

Strolling around the quiet place, he caught sight of a yellow parrot, seemingly lost. She was pacing around the street nearby, looking for something, someone. "Hello? Moooom?" She yelled.

Mystery’s eyes widened and he stood put to observe her. She was a child, around 9 years old. The middle of her face was divided by fluff, she had sky blue eyes and more fluff on each of her cheeks. White shirt, earth colored skirt, a slim yet chunky build, her fluffy tail bounced with each step she took. It was a fine dine, and the man knew just what he had to do.

"Moooooomm??"

No response.

"Do you need any help, sweetie?" The cat called, approaching her, burger in hand.

"I lost my mom, and I can’t find her. Can you help me, sir?" Her tone was urgent, slightly wagging her tail as she looked up at him. He was a skyscraper in her eyes, her head only reached his waist.

"I can help! Tell me where you last saw her and I'll go there with you!" He threw the burger away and extended his long fingers to her, of which her small hands awkwardly embraced.

"Uhhh, I last saw her on a bakery somewhere in here." She pointed towards her back.

"Ah, yes! Follow me, whatever your name is!" He paced deeper into the alleyways.

"It’s Polly! What’s yours?"

"Mystery. You have a very silly name!"

"You too, twerp!" She retorted. "Anyway, why are you called Mystery?"

"It just is, okay! Your parents must have been very creative too, heehee!"

"Shut up!!! There’s nothing wrong with my name!"

Mystery chuckled at her comeback.

After an hour or two of walking and small talk, they stumbled upon a dead end, the back of a small apartment complex. There was a door on the grayish establishment leading here, opening it would probably show a hallway. They could see lights from the inside, leaking into the opposite two dumpsters. Mystery sat on one of the dumpsters and propped her up beside him before she could say anything, leaning his head against the cracked wall.

"Uh, Mystery sir? Where are we?"

"We’re right next to the bakery! But they closed for now, so she can’t be there. Just resting my feet." He lied.

"Then don't take too long! My mom must be heading home now, she's gonna be worried..."

They stood quietly under the darkening sky. Polly couldn’t keep herself still with worry, while Mystery just looked up in ponder. A group of pigeons fought for breadcrumbs on the ground, another group huddled around the edge of the rooftops. Cockroaches crawled through the ragged concrete in search of food and shelter, one briefly brushed the man’s foot before hiding. And the both of them just watched.

"Don’t these bugs bother you, Mysty sir?" Polly inquired.

"Oh? No! I love them! They're friends; I share with them, they share with me." He replied, opening his mouth to pull out a live beetle from under his tongue, then throwing it back in to eat it.

"My mom says they're important to our planet, but I think they’re icky." She added.

"That’s what makes them the darn best!"

"I guess you’re right."

"Of course I am." Mystery said, gazing over Polly’s form, stopping to stare at her beautiful face. He really wanted to hold her close and feel good, she looked so soft and he was sure she was even softer under her clothing. She soon took notice of his staring and he turned his head to look at the pigeons on the ground.

The street lights started to wake up, the sun was no more and in it's place white and warm colors bathed the city. The child grew increasingly anxious, knowing she was wasting time in this one corner.

"Ah, we gotta go find her! It's now or ne-"

"Aaaahh, nuh uh uh. This time is perfect for criminals to hurt us, especially in these parts of town!" He interrupted, stood up and propped her back on the ground. "Come to my house, there’s room for two. We can look for mommy tomorrow."

"Mom said to not go to stranger’s houses." She sternly declined.

"But come on! We can have fun and stuff! I promise we’ll hit the streets the day after!" The tall man held her wrist firmly, already pacing the way home.

"Let go of me, Mystery!" She yelled, pushed and pulled, trying to get out of his grasp.

He was having none of it. He snarled, pinned her to the ground with his thin legs and nabbed a bottle of starter fluid he keeps in the inside of his coat, along with a rag he found in a bin earlier. He soaked the cloth and shoved it in the girl’s face, making her pass out.

Mystery stood up, heaving. His eyes darted around, and back to the little girl. On the ground, asleep and defenseless, the sight gave him relief. After a bit of a stretch, he picked up and carried Polly bridal style to his lair, half running, half walking.



"Wakey wakey~" The birdie woke up with an odd echo surrounding her, along with a musk and a dim light. She opened her eyes to see Mystery himself, his emanated primal lust, they glew in the candlelights, his smirk, nothing but malicious.

They were both in a rather unkempt bedroom, though the best looking one in the building. It was prominently dull green, the wooden flooring and light green wallpaper dirty and stained with all kinds of fluids. There were cracks and florations of mold in the corners of the walls, a large cabinet sitting in one of them. In each side of the double bed were small nightstands on which two candles lit up the room. The bed itself was also stained, full of hairs and ashes that’s been accumulating into a thick layer on the blanket.

Polly was laid down on it spread eagle, the clothes covering her now dirty. The man just stood there, watching, the white matted fur on his scrawny chest and stomach exposed. The wrists on his hips were striped, his arms skinny. Oddly, he seemed to have no nipples.

"W-where am I?" She hushed.

"You’re in my house! Remember me, sugary boo?" He teased.

"Mystery, what’s going on!?"

"Well, just brought you here for our little fun, of course!" He let out a giggle as he crawled on top of the 9 year old.

Polly shrunk herself under him, curving her brows. She wanted to scream, but they both knew that wouldn't solve anything.

"Nooo, no no no. Don’t be shy, we’re here to have fun! It's a game I like to call..." He snickered as he forcefully spread the parrot apart, arms to legs. "...Seeexxxxxx..." His eyes were rolling up. "And oh, what are the rules? It starts with you taking off your clothes! For! Mystery!"

"No! Get away from me!" She screamed in agony.

"Come on! Take it off already, I’m not going to baby you on this!"

"No!" Polly popped her tongue out, the only rude gesture she could do since her wrists and ankles were being held down.

"Ack! Since you want it the hard way!" Mystery growled before he furiously bit her cute little shirt and ripped it to shreds, while the girl screamed and tossed in panic. He did the same to the other articles of clothing, skirt and panties absolutely destroyed by his crusty teeth and big hands.

Mystery then firmly held Polly by the chin and leaned in for a whisper, his hand big enough to crush her skull. She was soaked in sweat by this point, panting on his face just waiting for certain death.

"The second rule is: you do what I want, if you don’t, I will murder you and your mom. Are we clear, sweetheart?" He hushed. The cat’s white chin glistened with the drool that poured from his mouth, impatient to start ravaging the sweet little girl’s body.

Polly could only stare into his eyes in awe. This old, deranged man was going to use and abuse her body for his selfish desire, and she would never see the light of day again. A tear rolled down her cheek upon the thought sank in, which made the guy’s grin even wider in sadistic ecstasy. He was more than ready.

Polly’s body was as fluffy as the old man expected. Her nipples were small and rosy, she had poofy chest fur that trailed down to her belly button. Legs rather thick, but still keeping her childlike form. And down her navel hid paradise. Every little detail was making Mystery go nuts. He was stroking his boner through his pants while the girl hid her most private parts with her hands as best as she could, silent and scared.

"I wanna see you. Spread it." He demanded.

Polly did nothing, making Mystery spread her himself, giving him view of a slightly juiced virgin cunny. She didn’t want this.

"Yeah... That’s how I like it." He growled, sitting his ass down on the mattress, legs slightly apart. "Why don’t you come sit on Mysty’s lap now, Polly?"

"I-I don't want-"

"Shut up! I don't care, just come here now."

She crawled towards the cat, holding in tears, and turned her back on him to sit. Polly’s bare butt brushed against his groin, which made him shiver. He didn't get this kind of touch often. He repositioned her hips so that the tip of his erection touched her entrance.

"M-Mystery sir? I think I need to pee." She said, slightly rubbing herself on his lap, anticipating an opportunity to escape.

"Oh do you? Or are you just touch starved? I’ll help." He said, trailing down her chest fur with his middle finger, making her shiver all over.

"Mysty? I need to g-ohhh..." She gasped as he reached her small clitoris, then caressing it.

"Feels good, don’t it?" He said, quickening the pace and making her moan. As much as she didn't want to admit, she felt good down there, and that made her tear a bit.

"I-If you don-don’t stop and let me go, I-I-I will pee on your pants!" She cried.

"Go ahead, I don’t mind~" He responded. Polly just pouted in defeat, before reverting to small groans as he went, soon trying to grind his clothed boner.

Mystery’s finger trailed down to her small hole, teased, then slowly inserted it. Birdie heaved as he went inch by inch, a completely new experience to her young mind, her hot, tight insides turning sopping wet wrapped around him.

The man pressed her walls as he started pushing in and out of her dripping, needy kid cunt. Slow, cervix kissing, deep strokes. She wrapped a hand around his arm, while he used his other hand to feel her up; nipples, belly, fur. Hearing the subtle groans of appreciation from the child as he petted her, his cock grew harder and harder.

"Oh, aren’t you enjoying this? And to think minutes ago you were fighting for your life~" Mystery played, removing his finger and sucking the fluid out of it, which tasted faintly tangy. He then held her hips and grinded on her yellow nakedness.

"Shut up! Y-you-you’re going to murder me if I don’t play along, don’t think I’m into any of this!" Polly retorted.

"We’ll freaking see about that." He mumbled.

The purple cat then turned her around and pushed her head closer to his chub, locking her close with his spidery legs, still covered by black pants. Shutting her mouth tight, the little girl tried pushing his legs off with her head, only to be detained by his big manly hands, holding her from each side.

"Take it off," he commanded, putting his elbows back on the bed, "with your mouth."

Birdie acquiesced and unbuckled his belt with her small hands, then brought the upmost of his pants to her mouth and bit it. Her chin brushed against his rock solid dick as she pulled the clothing away from him. Finally, it revealed his eggplant shaped monster. Thick and almost as long as her face, coated in cheese and rock solid.

"So big... are you going to kill me with this?!" She said, feeling the thing throb against her face.

"Mysty sir’s gonna put it inside you. He promises to be gentle, hee hee." He chuckled. "Just work your mouth already."

"Wh-how?"

"Oh, just uhhh, lick the donger all over like it’s a popsicle! Then you put it in your mouth and I do the rest!"

"Okay..."

Polly extended her tongue and pressed it against the shaft, going slowly up, then down to the base, taking in his salty taste. Mystery was growling in pleasure with his deep chainsmoker-ish voice. She did this for a while, then fitting the tip in her hot mouth to suck, tongue pressing against his frenulum.

"Mmm," She took it out of her mouth to speak, saliva trickling down her chin and his cock, “Do you... like this?”

"Yes, yes! Nice~" He enthused. "Now can you fit more of it in your mouth?" He put a hand on the back of her head, slightly petting the fluff.

The little girl wrapped the tip of his cock back in her mouth and went down sluggishly, her warm saliva coating his length. Getting it to the back of her throat, she gagged, then got his tool out her mouth instantly.

"Do I have to go all the way? I felt I was gonna puke and-"

"Nonsense! If you won't do it yourself, I will." The cat growled, holding her head with both his hands and making her swallow that pulsing thing down to the base, making her gag and tear a bit. Her throat was even hotter and wetter around his shaft than her mouth. "That’s the stuff~" He moaned.

Polly’s eyes widened by the lack of control, dreading the possibility she pukes on him with one more gag. He pushed himself out her throat, just the tip inside her, leaving her with space to breathe and accustom. He did this a few more times, slowly, until he started pumping her in shallow, quick strokes, his dick head jamming against the back of her throat.

"I gotta change position, sugar. Lie your head down on the edge and keep still." Mystery breathed, taking his cock off her mouth. She promptly did so as he got off the bed and pulled her head to hang on the edge, then positioning his tool on her mouth.

The whole length went inside in one thrust, making the birdie yelp on his shaft. "Much better-!" He growled. He thrusted deep and slow, occasionally pulling out to let her breathe, then slapping her face with his cock before going back in hard.

He could see Polly's tiny 9 year old body before him, squirming, her legs were grinding against each other, her unbusy hands stroking her fur, occasionally trailing down to her mons before rising up to her chest. He held either side of her waist with both hands and caressed her with a thumb as he pumped her tight hole faster and faster, feeling her squeal with each squeeze.

"Polly... Polly, Mysty sir’s going to~!!" He deeply growled, before cumming with a roar. His balls firmly pressed against the fluff on her forehead, squeezing tight as they emptied thick creamy semen directly into her stomach. It hurt, it hurt the birdie a lot, she clutched some of her fur trying to endure the pain.

He pulled it out sluggishly, just enough time to dump his seed inside her and let the child breathe. She was spitting the thick jizz back up while trying to swallow, and by the time he had taken out the entire thing, her orifice was absolutely full of ejaculate, a large part of it drooling down her face. A complete mess.

They were breathing heavily, Mystery admired the view of the girl's cumsoaked face, her soft, anxious figure under him, dick still hard. He could go on for hours with her, but he needed to get hydrated before cumming again.

"Mysty sir’s gonna get some water. If you run away, I will find you, right boo?" He warned, wiping the remaining sperm on her fluff then strolling out the bedroom, going down the stairs. Polly sat up, heaving, and began to cry, muffling herself with the stained blanket of the bed.

Mystery went to the kitchen two floors down and turned the sink faucet on, filling the large, oddly clean glass cup on his hand. The owner still paid the bills for his abandoned establishments, oddly enough. He drank the liquid and filled the cup again, so his birdie could drink, too. After all, she lost too much saliva sucking his dick, and a child with a dry mouth is no fun.

Walking back to the most luxurious bedroom in the building, he found Polly wetting the bed with her tears, gasping for air in between cries.

"Aawww, someone’s sad. Don’t worry, my dear Polly, everything is going to be aaallriiight." Mystery teased as he set aside the cup, then sliding a hand on her head.

"Get away! I wanna go home!" She yelled, shoving him away.

"Now now, Polly, what have I said about disobeying me? Do you really want to do this?" He drew a smug grin as he said that.

"F-fuck you-!"

"Language."

"Shut up. I’ll get out of this... thing!"

"You can try, but that would be fuutiiile~"

Polly springed out of the bed and out the room, but Mystery quickly snatched her and threw her back on the mattress. Falling on her backside, she was held by the wrists and crawled on top, faces getting so close they touched foreheads.

"Do not test me, sweetie. I have a knife in this very bedroom I can pick up and cut you open right now. Do you really want to die here and never be found?" He hissed through a gritting, twisted smile.

She swallowed, sweating profusely, horrified. She could hear him pant on top of her, squeeze her wrists tight.

"N-no." She mumbled.

"That’s what I thought. Don’t resist and you’ll be alive, okay?"

She nodded.

The cat got off her and picked up the cup of water to give her.

"Drink this." He demanded. The birdie downed the whole thing, she could feel the soreness in her ravaged throat wash away. He sat down on the bed, dick still hard, knees bent, said "Time for round two, Polly! All that murder talk got me rocking! Get over here so I can taste your cunt better."

He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her hips up to his face, laying on his stomach, now face to face with her dripping cunny. Mystery opened his mouth and exposed his unending thick tongue, then began penetrating Polly bit by bit. She felt her pussy ache and stretch good, heaving, shivering, clutching the sheets as he came closer to her cervix. The man tonguefucked her up before pulling it out, a string of saliva hanging between, then getting a hold of his pulsing monster and nearing it on her small hole.

"It’s not going to fit! Please, don't!" Polly exclaimed.

"Don’t worry, it’s going in real smooth!" Mystery responded. He squeezed the head inside, then inserting the rest of his thick cock down her slippery, tight hole. Too strongly, eliciting a squeal from Polly and a growl from the kiddy fucker. Holding her hips, he leisurely pushed the whole thing in and out of her, stretching her and getting her accostumed to his size, building up speed as he went. She was grasping tightly against his cock, and it made things more difficult, but soon enough he was pumping her cunt full strength.

"Aah... It’s tearing me apart! Please-"  

"Please, what?" Mystery cut Polly off, who was struggling to keep herself down on earth, the pain mixed in with the pleasure.

"Please go fast, don't stop! Or else, I’ll meet Jesus at 9!"

He gave a big toothy grin in dominating glee, hearing little birdie beg him for the first time felt wonders. He kneeled and pulled her hips up along, allowing him to go even harder in deep strokes. Polly felt him push all her sensitive spots, their thighs slapping against each other made them burn, she locked them legs on his hip.

The old man thrusted her closer and closer to the headboard until the little girl had to pull herself up, hugging his furry body and pressing her head against his chest. Now close to climaxing, Mystery hugged her back and muttered sweet nothings in between growls, drilling her hole and punching her limit. They looked each other in the eye before he pushed her hips down and shot his load straight into her cervix, letting out a lustful groan from his throat. Polly didn’t cum, but feeling the hot liquid  overflow from her small pussy almost made her. They stood there, locking eyes and panting on each other’s face, as Mystery ejaculated his last few drops for the round, a puddle of jizz forming below them.

"I... I totally didn’t like that!" Polly sighed, nearing her eyebrows.

"Hee hoo hee, I think your body says otherwise~" He laughed it off, feeling her pulse against him.

They warmed each other for a while before Mystery ejected his shaft from the girl’s pussy, a thick bridge of semen forming in between, more of it oozing down and around the widely gaped hole. His tool was numb. She was, too, both mentally and physically, sitting up on the mattress now. He wiped the remaining ejaculate on her inner thigh, heavily breathing, and crawled off the bed to put on his clothes.

Still recovering her senses, the birdie observed the cum on her crotch and face, tearing up once again. Eyes were hollow, tired, she could feel her tummy ache and stretch, the sperm inside her roll out onto the sheets. She felt like she was reaching the gates of heaven, ready for the afterlife, she could barely feel and yet, felt everything in her body. Taking her eyes to the side, the man was putting on his gloves and labcoat. He glanced at her and smiled.

"I loved every second of tonight, didn't you like it too, Birdie?" The cat flirted. "Nighty night! Don’t let the roaches eat your feet!" He laughed, strolling off the bedroom before she could even open her mouth.

Polly sat there, naked, drenched in cum and sweat, cold. The hair caked blanket was left hanging on an edge after all of the commotion that occurred, bugs crawled everywhere through the space and the only source of light was the nearly melted candles on each side of the bed. The ceiling lamp had a broken bulb, she observed. The more time she spent in this place, the more panicked she got.

She jumped off the bed and limped down a floor in the dark, desperate to find an exit. Didn't go very far. Overwhelmed with stress and pain, she sat down in a corner trying not to pass out, unsuccessful. She took in what little senses she still had, the view of the ruined walls and floors, the silence interrupted by bugs and mice, before closing her eyes.

It was oddly peaceful in this building.
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Acceptance
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The bird girl’s eyes slowly opened to reveal cracked walls surrounding her. Her naked body felt the softness of a dirty old blanket and a black suited plush laying next to her. Catching her memories of the night before, she sat up on the mattress pile with a jolt. The room looked unfamiliar; the only things occupying it were a wooden cabinet to the side and the mattresses she laid on. The air was musty with mold and other dominating filth, sunlight crept up in the hallway from the floor downstairs.

She got up and walked towards the staircase, then descended to see a wide cafeteria and the entrance to a kitchen, a burnt, dimly lit, barely cared for kitchen that still hosted a nice smell of chicken. She lurked behind a wall to find the man cooking something in a tall pot, singing to himself as he stirred the contents. The sounds of the lit fire, the bubbling fluid and his cheery voice came louder into her ears, the girl kept staring at his movements in reluctance to be seen. The tall cat caught her gazing and waved his spoon to her, drops of liquid flying around.

"Heya, you finally woke up, sleepyhead! Nice ta’ see you again," he greeted, still focused, "I’m making some chicken soup for breakfast."

She didn’t respond, but approached him with caution and watched him go at his tunes once again. He looked so different from the violent rapist she met, much more engaged in his delusion of happiness, unthreatening, even swinging his hips as he sang some pop music.

"You might want to sit down, Polly dear, it's almost doooone!" He said. Polly did as told and sat on one of the round tables outside, trembling as the humid, cold atmosphere took more of her naked body.

She observed the half covered windows on the opposite walls, the oily tables where sawdust rested on, and a scratched up menu board that hung on top of a dark granite counter near her. Behind the counter you could see broken up food warmers, a single slice of chicken pie laid on top of one.

"Soup's heeeere!" He shouted, banging the door open with two steaming bowls on hands. Although they smelled good, Polly was dubious of the actual taste and could only hope for the worst. The cat sat down face to face with her and served her portion. It looked as good as it smelled, yellowish brown water, chunks of meat and various vegetables swimming on it. The birdie held the spoon and brought some of it to her mouth, his eyes staring in anticipation, a big dorky smile on his face. It actually tasted pretty good, or atleast, not as bad as she thought, since expired produce can't go a long way. She raised her eyebrows and the old dork bared his teeth in excitement, then drank a spoonful of his.

Sitting in silence for a couple of minutes, Polly couldn't help but notice how much her mate was staring at her, watching her eat, watching her eyes, watching how she swirled the bowl from time to time, utterly fascinated. So fascinated, in fact, he was barely even eating any of his own. She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Oh, Polly... you're too cute for this world." He broke his lips to speak. "How did I even meet such a cutie pie. Too cute for this world, cutie pie, so cute for pie, pie cutie. Cuter than pie, not even pie handles your cu-"

"Can you just shut up and let me eat? And stop looking at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable!" She hissed, shoving an index finger on his lips, barely able to hide her flushed, angry face. He licked it and she pulled away with a squeal, then wiping the spit on the table. He just gave another wholesome smirk before drinking from his spoon.

"Aaalright, but you know it's true!" He replied, the girl doing her best to look away. "You're the cutest thing I-"

"Shuuuuut!!! I don't want to hear from you! Let! Me! Eat!"

Mystery went back to his chicken soup in silence, still enchanted.

A few more minutes pass and Polly's done with her meal. She hopped off the wooden stool and waddled off.

"Where are you going, cutie pie?" Mystery asks.

"...Nowhere." She responds.

"Nuh uh, you're sitting here with me 'till I finish." He said, grabbing her by the arm. She struggled to get off his grasp but was dragged back onto her chair anyway. She pouted and rested her irritated face on both hands, mouth shut.

The birdie stared into Mysty's eyes in an attempt at intimidation, he stared into hers with admiration. Just a couple more seconds and he's cleaned his bowl, which made her sprint off towards the staircase.

"I'm leaving you and this poophole!!! Eff you, doodoohead!!" She screamed as she hopped down the steps, hoping to find an exit in the bottom floor.

"Oooh I'll show you what this doodoohead can do, pee pee drinker! Come back!" The dirty man laughed before hopping off to chase her, his spider-like limbs scattering across the floor.

Polly ran through the hallways as fast as she could but found no way out, that psycho was only getting closer and closer. One more floor down and she saw the entrance to the building right ahead. Upon closer inspection, there were wooden planks locking the doors shut. They were rotten and weak, so she tried breaking them with a punch. No result, other than aching knuckles.

And there he was, the cat stalking his prey. She didn't turn around to meet him, but instead paralyzed as she heard the floor creaking with each step.

"Give up, Polly. You have nowhere to go." He snarled, creeping his hands up to snatch her. "Your mom is far away, she's left you behind. You won't find any food by yourself, let alone anyone who can help. You're just a kid."

Polly took notice of a tall window, covered only with a makeshift curtain which was blowing with the wind. Underneath it was a broken coffee table, and she used it to reach up and escape. It led to a narrow alleyway, which she jumped onto before he could catch up, and ran off into the dead silent street ahead. As the bird ran she could hear Mystery yell from inside.

"If that's how you want it to be, fine! Good luck, I don't need you anyway!!!"


It was already dark, the few working street lights warmed Polly's wandering path. Starved and stressed out of her mind, bare naked, cold and alone, she took notice of a few plastic bags laid beside a house's door. Ravaging it with her own hands in hopes of edible food, she was met with nothing. As things were going for her today.

She was about to break down crying until she took notice of a white light in the distance. It seemed to be a small bakery, not much traffic since it was located in a quiet neighborhood. It was just a block away, too.

She decided to steal some goods from it, after all, what was there to lose in jail? She was already at rock bottom. Polly crossed the street and sneaked in front of the bakery, doing her best to not be seen. Checking the window, there was only two people inside, both staff, looking through their phones. She walked behind the building without making a sound, coming into its back alley. In there were puddles of water, a big sewer drain and two overfilled dumpsters, one had a bag of bread on top. It seemed to be in good condition, too, except for the occasional molding. She snatched it and ran away into the other side of the street, back towards her trash bag.

The bird opened the pack and quickly gnawed away on her first successful catch, sitting down into the cleanest-looking part of the sidewalk. She felt weird coming into direct contact with concrete for the first time.

"Is... is this really worth it?" She thought, chewing a piece.

"Y-yea! It's either this or having to eat nasty weiners. I hate that."

"Atleast I'd have somewhere to sl- no. I can do this. I can do this without him! I'll find mom!"

"Well, maybe not find mom, but I'll survive!"

She looked up the starry sky, laying her head on the wall behind, eyes gleaming with determination. It was different from what she saw out her own bedroom window, dark blue and nitid, while the view from down there was pitch black, blurred by the light posts above.


Loud bangs on the door were booming across the dark, musty hallways of inside. A couple more and Mystery opened his tired eyes, holding his plush Mago tighter than usual. He was barely conscious, but he could sort of tell the time and hear the door being beaten nonstop. He jumped up from his bed and ran into the hall, then peeking from a half covered window, worried authorities were onto him. He saw a small child scream and kick the back door that led to the alleyway maze.

The cat ran down into the first story and opened the door for his beloved. And there she was, filthier than he ever saw. Clumps of paper and bloodied, matted fur decorated her body. She smelled of trash and piss, her puppy eyes were puffy and dark under, tears still rolling down onto her flushed cheeks. Her right hand was bruised, so were her knees. Overall, a mess. He couldn't help but stare in awe.

"I don't want to suffer out here alone! I'll do anything! Just keep me alive, give me food and a nice bed! Please!" She bawled.

Polly ran up and buried her face into his crotch for a hug, wiping her tears on his pants as she muffled her crying. He just stood there, watching her hold his hips tight, wanting to console her but at the same time grind against her face. He was glad she came back, not just because it was exactly how he predicted things to go, but also, the fact she considered him more than a source of survival, a guardian. He got on his knees and held her tight in an effort to comfort.

"I knew you'd come back!" He said. "I don't mind having another mouth to feed." She smiled upon hearing these words.

Mystery got up on his feet then extended a hand to her. "Let's get in the bath, you look terrible!"

The bird held his fingers and walked inside the asylum.

They came to an empty room, then into a door on the left; it was a nice bathroom, the bathtub was pretty big, not as rusty and a shelf on top had nothing but a bar of soap. The toilet was sealed shut with barricade tape for some reason.

"You can turn it on already." The cat man ordered before turning on the light and taking his clothes off. The bird huddled inside and turned the faucet, a showerhead from above grumbled before ejecting muddy water right into Polly's face. "Noo get outta there! I said turn on!" He giggled as she jumped out.

"Why did it d-do that?!" She asked.

"The pipes haven't been used in a long time. Soon enough the water will be clean enough."

Mystery slid a hand under the water to check its temperature. Cold. Still cold. Colder. Warm. Oh wait, cold. The heater isn't working. "Darn it." He mumbled. "I'll be right back, plug the drain while I'm away." He said, putting on his labcoat before scurrying off.

Polly sat on the edge of the tub looking for the plug, but to no avail. Instead, she found a pair of panties inside the open sink cabinet. Picking it up, she observed a weird white powder on it, it smelled pretty bad and was relatively fresh. It wasn't anything she's worn before, either, deep purple with tiny dark laces around the edges. She laid it on the top of the sink and sat back on the tub, pondering.

"Ay! you can turn it on now, dear!" The cat barged back in, taking off his labcoat. "Forgot they turned off the heater."

She turned the faucet again and closed the drain with a plug the man handled her, both jumping inside on opposite ends.

Mystery stretched and relaxed himself in the tight space, Polly herself between his legs and very embarassed, staring at his half chub. She wasn't used to seeing his dick without fearing for her life.

"What's the matter, Polly? Come closer, I don't bite~" He grinned, extending his arms. She reluctantly scooted over and laid her body on his, being embraced by his thin arms as the water rose, a shiver ran all over his body.

"H-hey, Mysty?" She said.

"Hmmm?"

"Am I... am I the only one you've taken?"

"What do you mean?"

"How many have you kidnapped before m-me?"

"Kidnap? Oh no, Mysty sir doesn't kidnap people, that's what bad people do!"

She clutched his fur as her lips started to tremble, eyes watering. "W-Wh-What??"

"What?"

"Why did you take me here? W-why me?" Her tears were already dropping in the water.

He looked at her with confused eyes, having no idea what to do. "We're here to get clean, aren't we? We are."

"I didn't- no, just. Agh, forget it."

Mystery shrugged and turned off the faucet, as the water was high enough, then brought the bird's flushed face closer to his, making her stand up. They looked each other in the eye for a moment.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're here with me because Mystery deeply loves you." He closed his eyes and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips before she could respond, instead she kissed him back. The only thing that could be heard at that moment were the wet sounds echoing around. Polly tried rubbing her foot on his tool, which caught him off guard. They broke the kiss with wide eyes.

"Polly?" He muttered.

She tensed up.

"Are you trying to make me feel good again~?" He enthused

"Uh, is that what you want?"

"Mm yes, please! Can you do that for Mystery?"

Polly sighed. "Fine, fine, you deserve this one for asking first." She said, as she reached down to stroke him underwater. The man smiled, exposing his tongue. "Do I do it with my mouth or...?" She asked.

"Mouth is good, I'm too tired for humping right now." He responded, sitting on the edge of the tub so his dick could be sucked, throbbing hard and proud.

She produced some saliva before envelopping his tip in her mouth, licking it as best as she could. She then tried to fit the rest of his hard shaft inside, bobbing up and down, the cat's groans joining the echo of wet noises in the bathroom. He brought a hand to the back of her head and gently pushed her further, now reaching her warm throat.

"F-fast learner, huh? Got the skill of ah pornstar~" He moaned.

Polly didn't know what a pornstar was, but was flattered anyway, sucking deeper.

Mystery, being the troglodite he is, would be slamming her face balls deep by now, but instead was gently making love to her face. He was a drooling mess, panting with the happiness of a puppy while she did her magic.

Finally, he came to his climax with a grunt as he ejaculated into the back of her throat, only his tip inside, coating her tongue with white. She calmly swallowed every drop, then pulled off with a pop, a string of cum between his cock head and her mouth.

"You really brightened my day, darling, t-thanks. This will suffice!" He said, heaving and sitting himself back down. They cuddled under the water, dozing off without even cleaning themselves.

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