“Pixie, I am insecure…. I never had this before…” 
Admits Jacko, visibly surprised by the keen behavior presented by his new adoptive sister, Pixie, who currently presents a very antagonistic behavior in comparison to the sweet cat who offered help to that very battered, and ill puppy. 


“Don't worry Jacko! Brutus and I do this all the time….” Whispers Pixie, wearing a very seductive tone. That cute little ‘kitty’ is no longer found, her body shape changed; her two couple of legs become stronger, with delicate muscles that delicately outline the shape of her legs beneath the fur that coats her feline limbs. Her small hips evolved from a very skinny couple of immature gathering of bones and fleshless tissues into very attractive, and protuberant cheeks; Any male would love to slot himself between those mentioned cheeks; her face, used to present a very ‘fuzzy’ amount of weak and rebel beige fur turned into the fluffiest coat someone can find in a domestic feline, it waves as the wind blasts across the charming shape that Pixie’s fur take due to the lack of resistance from the basis of her beige strand. 


“Trust me, you are going to enjoy this…” 
Pixie remains whispering, ensuring to use the eccentric hue of blue found in her eyes to glance into the former stray dog’s eyes, while she lies over her belly thorax, feeling the fresh touch of the recently watered grass beneath her body, meanwhile twisting her hind legs to her right side, keeping her pink paw pads exposed to an eventual ‘rear-viewer” that would join the scene. However, the female cat keeps the real treasure under her tail, away from curious eyes that would, without any previous consent, spy on that very restricted spot. 


After battling against his will for a couple of minutes, his reasoning disappears into the mist of his ‘still-under-construction’ conscience. Pixie has been organizing this particular event since the day her blue eyes encountered the brown ‘mutt’; she knows how big his reproductive member can be due to the large size of his ‘chocolate-brown’ scrotum, so big, dirty, and full of seed to be released, and wasted, in this very particular case due to the genetic incompatibility. However, the female cat formulated an alternative destiny to that canine sperm that soon would be applied to her organism. 


“Okay, Pixie. You win!” Barks Jacko, who slowly spreads his front legs apart, reveals what he was hiding from the beige Maine Coon.


Jacko takes two steps toward the feline, only stopping his steps when he feels that Pixie’s head is covered by his belly, meanwhile ensuring to keep his ebony eyes in direct contact with the cat’s rear and hind paws. 


“Wow!” Squeaks Pixie, in pure amusement, not realizing that she gained the central role of a scene that features two extreme sides of a very unique sight: On the left, there's Pixie, having half her mouth open, meanwhile keeping her eyelids widely spread, allowing her pupils to reflect the luminosity of the light poles that surround the grove; seems like stars that flickers on the sky of a very cold winter evening, that slowly fades away as Jacko’s belly covers Pixie’s head, it's so delicate and hauntingly beautiful. In a poetic example of contrast, on the right, there's a very aggressive red canine-shaped penis, erratically bouncing, throbbing in craving for stimulus and carnal pleasure.


Pixie observes in disbelief, studying the disturbing anatomy of the canine member as the tip of the imminent intruder touches her snout, designedly missing the suggested penetration hole, her mouth. 


“Oh Jacko….” Gasps Pixie, feeling the gelid beak of Jacko’s genital member releasing a feeble drop against the side of that long gather of fur that falls from her both cheeks into a charmingly contour for her face.


“... You are going to destroy my face…” Weeps Pixie, charmingly observing the knot that's forming in the gap between Jacko’s veiny shaft and his unfolded sheath with one of her eyes closed while she plays with the tip of the dog’s member with the tip of her wet nose. 


“Exactly… That's what you deserve for being so imprudent…” Answers Jacko, attempting to employ a very intimidating manner, recently taught by Brutus, who is, currently, searching for both the cat and dog, since the old German Shepherd decided to take the role of responsible for both of his ‘young siblings’. 


A complete minute has passed away, and no new moves are required; Pixie is still fretting the pinnacle of Jacko’s penis with the whole extension of her snout. However, even if the whole scenario suggests that the oral intercourse is visible and imminent, that massive member did not make its way into the cat’s throat, for Jacko's desperation. 


“Come on Jacko, it's now or never…” States the brown mutt in his inner monologue. The former stray dog has decided it's time for the next move; digging his toes into the dust below the vivid green grass that curls in between his toes, Jacko bends his back, allowing his tights to constrict. 


“Yes…. Turn me into an adult kitten, ‘Giant Mutant Vampire Rat’...” Whispers Pixie, for the last time before finally feeling Jacko’s canine member slide into her mouth, smoothly, inserting the whole extension of his aggressive-looking shaft into the unexplored throat, devirginizing that tight path, molding it, as the dog, delicately, manages to slide half of his bulgy penile knot into the mouth of the female feline.


“GULP!” Squeal Pixie, trying to unwittingly swallow that long flesh structure, never reaching the self-proposed success due to the repetitive moves applied from the side of the young canine, forth and back, slowly, gradually picking up the pace. Meanwhile, the Beige Maine Coon, which also has three large stripes that mark, horizontally, the beige-furred back of the cat, feels the unpleasant taste of Jacko’s characteristic canine penis, which is overbearing her rugged tongue. The young pup feels Pixie’s tongue entering contact with the extremely sensitive surface of his long member; the friction implied by that harsh feline tongue that's placed below the ‘belly’ of his penis was, firstly, sore, due to the newly experimented sense; however, by the pass of seconds, the soreness experienced by the canine is quickly substituted by a bittersweet pleasure; that’s also observed on the submissive female cat, formerly presenting wrinkles across her glabella, also bearing an unpleasant look on her face, and keeping her blue eyes closed, is currently expressing a pleasant look, also carrying a malicious pseudo smile and keeping her left eye open, glancing at the brown-furred dog’s groin. 


Both cat and dog decide to proceed with the oral intercourse, keeping it at a slow pace. However, things change when a car, parked across the street from the grove, suddenly blasts, loudly, an upbeat Mexican song that slides into their ears immediately. Jacko’s reaction, firstly, was pretty negative since he theorized that it would mischaracterize the ‘in-progress’ intercourse; however, his immature opinion quickly changes when he feels Pixie bouncing her head in the rhythm of the reggaeton.


“W-what… What are you doing?” Asks Jacko, once again uncomfortable, trying to process the current situation he has been put into. Pixie, keeping her eyes closed, raises the then-lying side of her body, now sustained by her hind paws, which are dancing in response to the reggaeton, which has, coincidentally, lyrics about a male and female having a steamy section of sex.


The dog quickly understands the rhythm and intentions of his feline sexual partner. Observing 
the bouncing rear of Pixie, Jacko, timidly, starts wiggling his body, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the female cat.


After a couple of minutes, the ex-stray pup finally feels engaged with the submissive Maine Coon, the cadence of their heartbeats supposedly synchronized, combined with the dripping sweat just fallen to the ground below the couple, starts a kind of frenzy for both animals. 


Jacko starts to thrust, forth and back repeatedly, obeying the compound tempo of the song, quickly; rapidly enough to make Pixie’s whole body tremble.


“FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck” Whispers Jacko, eagerly inserting the tip of his shaft into Pixie’s throat.


“Mount me, please!” Begs Pixie, never begging linguistically, always keeping it in her inner monologue. 


The cat feels her throat hurting as it gets penetrated, and stretched due to the size of the “sausage” she is getting obligated to swallow every new second; however, the involuntary response of her body reveals how much she is enjoying the current situation; Pixie feels her vulva presenting a wide dilatation, slowly pouring out of vaginal fluids. The fluids are not the only physical demonstration of the cat's sexual arousal, the lips getting swollen and reddish, the introitus dilating in pure anticipation, and the strident moans of the feline’s side were also a hint of the current Pixie’s state of mood. 


That's the last memory of both Jacko and Pixie from the previous night.


“Where have you two been? I got so worried about you two last night….” States Brutus, glancing at both physically worn-out cat and dog, both lying together in a hamper, also having a blanket covering their bodies. 


Brutus can't see, but below that blanket, Jacko is currently mounted over Pixie’s back with his penile knot deeply buried inside the cat’s ass.


Pixie, trying to hide her moans and control, what they call, ‘ahegao face’, responds as she feels the pup sliding the remaining outside extension of his penis into her sensitive rectum.


“Yay-y-yes… B-Brutus, we-w-w are sorry…” Responds Pixie, feeling her vaginal juice slide out of her ‘in-need slit’. 


Meanwhile, Jacko doesn't even bother to respond to his ‘eldest brother’, he is too captivated by the sweet pleasure given by the intense milking implied by Pixie’s defensive rectum. 


Neither of the lovers realizes there's a mirror behind the basket they are in, and they also don't perceive there’s a gap between the blanket and the corner of the basket due to Jacko’s wagging tail, and Brutus can spy on what's being hidden from his sight. 


“Well, have fun you two….” Brutus turns around and slowly walks away from his ‘younger siblings’ after spying on Jacko’s knot, deforming Pixie’s anus.


“W-we just did….” Whispers Pixie, never reaching Brutus pointy eyes.