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 walls pulse against his shaft. "Also, don’t think this is the last turn for today!" "W-what do you mean?!" She snapped. "Oh, you’ll see. Tell Mysty sir what you learned today and he'll do it again." His grin grew wider. Birdie knew fully well he would do it whether she said it or not anyway. She hesitated before uttering her words, then took a deep breath. "My body is yours, Mysty sir." "Mm? Continue..." "Y-you want more-?" "Say it," he demanded once again, feeling her up, "I wanna see if you learned your lesson by now." "If... if My-Mysty sir wants to use me, I have to let him...?" He was back to huffing and humping as she said these words, sliding in and out of her cumlubed slit, still hard as steel. "If Mysty sir wants to play sex with me, n-no-no matter the place i’m in, I will obey him an-and do my best." She proceeded. "Mmf, yes, yes, you got it!" He growled, going back to mating the shit out of the small child, tongue rolling out in a lust filled expression. Polly watched him get rowdy again, her body was almost completely sore and all she wanted was to sleep in her home now. The old man was even rougher than before, jackhammering the kidcunt up and down his lap, there was no stopping him. Drool was splattering on the birdie’s face as Mystery pushed her towards the wall in front, she shielded her eyes. "F-fuuhh... Polly... I love your tiny bod- Uuurrgh~!" He uttered under breathy grumbles before spurting fluid into her used cumdumpster, pretty much hugging her against the headboard with an arched back. Polly was half sitting under his embrace, staring into nothing, letting out a whimper as she climaxed. His seed, as thick and creamy as before, bathed both their crotches and added to the puddles on the bedsheets. 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.