Puss x Francisco
       
       It was supposed to be an easy quest, a simple quest. Challenge a dungeon, slay a monster, rescue a princess; it was all textbook stuff, the kind of thing that Puss in Boots, being a veteran hero, had done a thousand times before. It would have been child’s play, if not for his traveling companions.
       
       The Guild of Darkness had asked him for help on this quest and had planned to rescue this princess alongside him, but they had proven astonishingly useless during the dungeon challenging portion. Their leader, Francisco had fallen into some sort of pit trap barely a minute in, and he’d lost the other two to some sort of dark furred creature pulling them into the dungeon walls moments ago. Doubtlessly that dark furred creature was what awaited him behind the ominous door that the brave adventurer found himself staring at. 
       
       “And doubtlessly my companions lie beyond there as well! Assuming, they are not deceased of course…” Puss paused a moment after setting his paw on the door. There was just the hint of doubt about the fates of his comrades that froze him. However, he steeled himself against that doubt and threw the door open, brandishing his blade. “Beware foul beast! For you face the might of Puss in Boots!”
       
       Thankfully, the declaration was not wasted. For indeed, Puss found himself face to face with the hideous, black-furred, four-armed beast. Behind the beast, in the shadows of the ruined tower, hung the unconscious bodies of his three friends, as well as a struggling princess in an elaborate red dress. The beast let out a vicious, “Roar,” and charged Puss with no time wasted, flailing all four of its arms as well as a pair legs that sprung out from its sides.
       
       Puss dispatched the creature in an instant. With a valiant, “Aha!” and a flip for flourish, the heroic cat leapt onto the beast’s head and sent it toppling to the floor. In the same motion he leapt for his companions, deftly cutting the ropes hanging both them and the princess in a series of sword swings far too fast for the average cat to witness. Naturally, Puss caught the princess while his companions fell limply to the floor. 
       
       “My hero!” The princess wrapped her arms excitedly around the glorious hero and snuggled her veiled face against his neck. Puss took a moment to glance down at her. Though all he could see was the black ears that pointed from her veil and the faintest outline of a face, he had no doubt that she numbered amongst the most beautiful cats he had ever seen. 
       
       He made sure she knew that by shooting her a most rugged smile. “Do not rest yet, my lovely senora.” Gently he leaned down to allow the lady to gain her footing. Once she was perfectly balanced on her dainty paws, he turned his attention back to the center of the ruined tower, intending to finish off the beast. “Now that you are safe, I must return to the slaying!”
       
       Puss pointed his sword toward where the beast had toppled, but he was disappointed to find no hideous creature rising to its feet for another bout. In fact, there was no hideous creature at all. He lowered his sword with a sigh, about to complain. However, he was beat to it by another cat who wandered out from behind him rubbing his head and setting his blue, feathered beret back on. “Ugh! Think you coulda been a bit gentler, Puss? I think you got him…”
       
       “Puss! Puss… Puss…” Another cat leap from the shadows to greet the hero excitedly, leaping beside his fellow and shouting before falling into a nervous, echoey tic. 
       
       The hero greeted them both with an eager smile and let his hand free of the princess for just a moment in order to sheath his sword and grab his companion’s paws. “Balthazar! Phillip! I am so pleased to see that you are not harmed.”
       
       Balthazar rolled his eyes and rubbed his head again. “Yeah unharmed. Sure.” He shook his head and glanced over to the princess that Puss had left behind. “Well, looks like you got the princess, so I guess it was worth the adventure, right?”
       
       As if on cue, the princess made her way back to Puss’s side and grabbed him affectionately by the arm. Balthazar shot the lady a smile, which Puss could not ignore. After freeing his arm from the dainty paws and wrapping it properly around the lady’s waist, he let loose with a hearty laugh to comfort his companion. “Jealous, Balthazar? Do not worry. I am sure you will be able to gain the affections of your own fair maiden in time.”
       
       “Jealous? Yeah, sure.” The blue-capped cat’s smile seemed to widen for just a moment before he rolled his eyes again. Puss noticed Phillip behind him had picked up their third companion, still apparently unconscious. He too shared a smile with the princess and then with Balthazar. “I uh, think Francisco’s still out.” Balthazar nodded to his yellow-hatted friend, and Phillip walked off with the unconscious black cat, not even noticing as the hat tumbled from his head. And before Puss could bring it to his attention, Balthazar continued, dismissively turning away. “So, yeah, we’ll take care of him and let you two have some privacy. No offense, but I don’t think I want to stick around to see you two making out…”
       
       While Phillip and Balthazar walked off to the echoed notion of “Making out… making out… making out…” Puss found himself suddenly struck with embarrassment. Perhaps this was the guild’s first real rescue, but for them to be so vulgar as to suggest a thing in front of the lady… It was remarkably terrible form. 
       
       He felt compelled to apologize. “Senora, forgive my companions they-”
       
       The senora silenced him with a dainty paw on his lips. If she had minded the vulgarity of the guild, it didn’t show behind her veil. Though whether she indicated her distaste with her next request, Puss couldn’t say. “Sir, Puss… wouldst thou honor me with thine finest… osculation?” 
       
       Puss was still for just a moment, frozen by the question. Thankfully, Balthazar was happy to provide some translation before he was out of earshot. “He- She’s saying to kiss her!”
       
       “Ah, yes, of course, senora!” Puss didn’t hear the slip of the tongue, nor did he concern himself with the lady’s curious and confusing choice of words. The moment of triumph at the end of the quest approached, after all. He moved smoothly, in a single motion lifting the veil from her face, leaning in close, closing his eyes, and locking his lips with hers. 
       
        The princess was quite welcoming, breathing in deeply while Puss gently rested his lips on hers. Puss was entirely the gentleman, of course. He simply leaned in to follow the maiden while she laid back and relaxed. Never for an instant did he push further, as tempting as it was to do so when the lady ran her tongue, if only for a moment, across his lips. 
       
       It was over in a moment when Puss pulled away to catch his breath. Though he savored the taste of shrimp that the kiss left on his lips, he knew that it would not be wise to overwhelm such a delicate maiden. With her falling back into his arms, he was positive that would happen had he continued. She confirmed as much with a quiet, albeit curiously masculine, “Wow!” just after the kiss broke. 
       
       “Hehe, yes. I have heard this before.” Puss smiled to himself, choosing not to comment on the lovely lady’s voice, nor the surprisingly masculine features he could now see behind her veil. Though the familiarity of those features did throw him off his game for a moment. The deep, green eyes in particular had him entranced; not by their remarkable beauty, but by the way they reminded him of something he could not quite place.
       
       Before he could find where this suspicion led him, the princess spoke again. Her voice remained as oddly masculine as before. If anything, it took on a deeper tone. “S-Sir Puss, wouldst thou deign me another?”
       
       At this point Puss’s curiosity about this oddly familiar princess had begun to overpower his usual hero’s libido, though only just barely. So, he did permit her another kiss, though with one condition. “Of course, Senora, but first-”
       
        Surprising the hero, the dainty princess was apparently too eager to grant him even the time to explain his condition. Once more he found himself in a kiss, but this time he was the one who nearly found himself overwhelmed. Her breathing was much more passionate as she seemed to revel in the taste of her hero, and the kiss did not end at the lips this time. Indeed, the maiden’s entire body was pressed passionately against him. Puss’s heroic libido could not help but encourage the motion, and his paw, still wrapped around her waist, squeezed her closer. Another paw moved on instinct up to the maiden’s shoulder, and without thinking Puss slid the strap of the lovely princess’s dress just slightly loose.
       
       With things rapidly becoming hot and heavy, Puss’s suspicions about the maiden were pushed aside for just a moment. He intended to ask more about her after the tender love making, of course, but for now the opportunity to learn more about her body would have to satisfy his feline curiosity. To that end, he pushed closer sinking himself into her shrimpy breath, the feeling of heat coming from her, and the feeling of her curves against his muscles. 
       
       That last part did grant him some pause once his mind could wander to it. Something about the princess’s body was distracting. At first it was just the same feeling her curious but lovely voice and face distracted him with. However, as things progressed and became hotter, and as the heat between the pair’s legs became more palpable, Puss noticed something that he could not ignore. 
       
       Something was pressing against his groin from inside the princess’s dress, and Puss was certain it was the same hard object that he was pressing against her.
       
       Startled, he broke the kiss with a yelp, pulling away but still leaving his paws set tightly on the lady. She was breathing heavy, her voice distinctly raspy as she stared into Puss’s eyes and undid the other shoulder strap of her dress. “S-sir Puss…” The voice was deepened deliberately as the dress fell off her, revealing a pitch-black upper body before it was stopped by the princess’s uplifted tail.
       
       Puss’s face froze and his eyes went wide as he tried to process the situation. It was beginning to come together why this strange princess was so familiar to him, but something wasn’t quite adding up. “You are no lady…” was all he could say at first. The princess blushed and looked down, removing her paws from Puss’s neck. This allowed Puss the freedom of movement to pull his paws away and look at something other than her sleek, black body and distractingly familiar face. When his eyes landed on the abandoned red beret of a companion, something finally clicked in his mind. 
       
       “Ah!” With a yelp from the princess, Puss removed the red veil and set the proper hat upon her head. Now with her identity revealed, the princess glanced up embarrassed and spoke in her natural, nasally voice. “What’d you do that for?!”
       
       “Francisco!” Puss shouted and took a step back from the black cat. 
       
       Francisco followed with a nervous step forward of his own before averting his eyes. The dress he wore fell the rest of the way down his body as he stepped and was left behind entirely with one more movement towards Puss. Despite his shock, something of the hero’s champion libido remained intact, and his eyes followed the dress to the floor. As they did, he had to take in the black cat’s sleek body once more, now in its entirety, with only a red set of panties and a garter on his left leg to contrast against his black fur. Puss was uncertain if he was thankful for those panties making the body look so feminine or frustrated, but his libido was clear in its approval of the image, sending a pulse of arousal directly to his still hard dick.
       
       Things did not get less confusing when Francisco continued his movement towards the orange cat by kneeling onto all fours and locking eyes with him again. “I-I’m a princess, okay?” He whined as he stared up at Puss, then his eyes wandered down. Puss followed the black cat’s eyes to his own groin, just in time to watch Francisco reach out and grab him by the hip. “Just… just pretend a little longer, okay?”
       
       A shiver ran up the hero’s spine. Francisco paused for just a second, his blushing face glowing bright enough to shine right through his black fur. Then he reached out to wrap his lips around Puss’s dick. His rough tongue shot out a moment later to lap at the barbs at the base of his hero’s cock while he sucked softly, almost shyly, on the tip.
       
       Puss suddenly found himself on weak legs. He was beginning to feel dizzy as he watched the black cat suckle on him. He thought of the taste of those lips on his own, the passion with which he had held him mere moments ago, the entrancing green eyes, and the sleek black fur. Mostly though, he thought of the sensations of that rough tongue running across his sensitive penis, sending spikes of pleasure and discomfort all over his crotch just slowly enough for him to not get used to it. “I-I need to sit down…”
       
       He tried to back away from the sensations, but Francisco followed him as he fell back and onto his rear. Though the motion was abrupt enough to stop the sucking for a moment, that rough cat tongue returned before he had a moment to think. Francisco only paused his work for long enough to glance up at Puss with a needy look in his large, green eyes, and even while he stared his tongue lingered on Puss’s cock. Puss took the message for another silent request to play pretend, a quiet, pleading, “Please…”
       
       Nervously, the hero set a paw on Francisco’s neck, running it over the smooth fur he had held a moment ago. “Uh, yes… very well, princess.” He chuckled to hold back a grimace when Francisco once more began suckling on him. “I suppose your hero can accept such a reward… this once.” Cautiously, Puss ran a thumb around the black cat’s neck and up to his cheek, petting him gently with the rest of his hand. He could feel the resulting purr radiating not only up his arm, but all through his waist as well. Francisco even stopped moving his tongue, seemingly in shock, but the pulse felt absolutely magnificent all on its own.
       
       He giggled for a moment, taken by surprise by the tickles of arousal. Everything tensed for a moment and then relaxed as Francisco once more began his licking. Puss allowed himself to relax, laying his head back enough to let his hat fall from his head and sighing for a moment. His paw was very generous with the petting from that point as he became eager to keep the near constant vibrations of his momentary lover going. 
       
       To that end, he also played into the fantasy, hoping to spur the fellow on. “Ah, yes, princess… You are amazing! So beautiful and skilled and uh… feminine… princessly…”
       
       It worked, perhaps a bit too well. Francisco didn’t stop purring, but he stopped his licking. Shakily, he lifted his paws from Puss’s waist and up to his back. In the same movement, he pulled his head away from Puss’s groin in order to look the hero in the eye. Puss was drawn to look when the licking stopped, but his eyes were thrown wide when Francisco pushed close to his body, pressing a surprisingly fit chest against him. “Sir Puss!” The black cat was almost shouting. The only thing that seemed to quiet him was his tongue darting out to catch a bit of drool. “Wouldst thou… wouldst thou deign this prince- wouldst thou deign this princess the chance to properly experience your swordplay?”
       
       Puss froze, wide-eyed again. Though this time, he was not processing the discomforting sexual interaction, just the words. “I am sorry, what?”
       
       As if a spell was broken, Francisco rolled his eyes and pulled away from Puss, though his hands remained locked onto the hero’s shoulder blades. “I’m asking you to fuck me…” He looked directly in the orange cat’s eyes just long enough to maybe catch them narrow with understanding, though he looked away right after, perhaps not catching the smile on Puss’s face. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to with you, you know…”
       
       With the lightest of kisses, Puss drew the black cat’s eyes away from the floor and back to properly admiring him. As he pulled the lips back, he watched those lovely green eyes fill with tears. Knowing exactly how to handle a crying princess, Puss shot Francisco a charming smile. “Of course, Senora. It would be my honor to remove your flower, as they say.” A dominant urge struck the hero, and he wrapped his paws around Francisco’s hips. In a moment, the black cat’s legs were lifted out from under him and he was set upon his hero’s lap with a yelp. Puss was unable to stop himself from letting out a slightly predatory growl when he reached down to adjust and properly aim his cock.
       
       Francisco let out another purr when Puss moved the panties aside and surprised himself with a nasally yowl once the hero’s dick slid between the folds of the fabric, brushing against his hole. Puss kept his eyes firmly on his lover’s, even smirking when he watched the pupils shrink in shock before blinking back to a proper size. “Be… be gentle… sir Puss…” There seemed to be an attempt to play the game some more, with Francisco starting off strong before returning to his more unmanaged tone. 
       
       “Of course, mi amor.” Puss had every intention of being gentle, leaning in with another light kiss and holding it tight as he prepared to penetrate his lover. He was somewhat paused by the circumstances, however. Though things were somewhat slick thanks to Francisco’s affectionate bathing, Puss was used to things being quite a bit slicker. He pulled Francisco deeper into the kiss as he searched for a way to dive in, not exactly eager to reveal that he was sweating. 
       
       Puss found Francisco’s entrance quickly, naturally. He tried spreading it wider, tickling it, and prodding it. It showed uncomfortably little give, but it did give a touch, opening ever so slightly at an insistent push from a finger. Francisco’s breathing became highly stifled at such action, but he did not break the kiss. Puss pondered if perhaps more force than usual might be necessary. 
       
       He was cautious, removing his digit gently and working in reverse with some tickling and spreading. Then, aim true, he pressed upward with his hips and pulled Francisco back. The black cat was significantly less cautious and took Puss’s encouraging tug as an invitation to lower himself entirely. Puss was thrown by the shocking tightness that he squeezed through, but Francisco was totally aghast. 
       
       The black cat threw his head back dramatically with a gasp, breaking the kiss. His eyes were wide, and his pupils once more shrank. However, his body moved as if possessed, with his claws digging into Puss’s shoulders and his hips shaking violently in a manner that only pressed him further down onto Puss’s cock. 
       
       Puss’s body moved quite naturally by compared to his mate. The tightness was decidedly more overwhelming than what he was used to, but the warmth and the rhythmic squeezing was familiar. His hips moved with some simple thrusts, not powerful enough to press further but plenty to send a cascade of sensations through his shaft and the rest of his body. With Francisco’s near flailing accompanying them though, it did not take long for the cats’ bodies to join fully, connected at the hip. 
       
       It was then that Francisco’s eyes shut and that he began biting his lip. Puss had mostly been unaware of his own panting up to that point, engrossed as his was in Francisco’s gasping, but he had to stifle his breathing just a moment in response to the silence. “Amor, are you okay?” He spoke softly but smoothly, and directly into his black fellow’s ear.  
       
       For a moment there was no clear response. However, once Francisco began breathing once more, Puss got his answer, though not in any flowery words. Francisco’s claws pulled out of his shoulders and one paw wandered away from Puss. In a moment, the black cat was once more squirming and squeezing against him. It dawned on Puss why that was perhaps a moment too late, and he smiled softly, once more allowing himself to breathe freely. 
       
       Calmly he raised his own paw from his lady’s back and to her neck. Then, with an ease born of much practice, he laid the princess on the floor, doing his best to not separate their bodies in the process. Francisco’s eyes opened just a bit for long enough to perhaps see Puss smiling into them. Then, the hero’s attention turned to the black cat’s groin, where his paw was conspicuously pressed against the slickened front of his red panties.
       
       “My sincerest apologies, my lady.” Puss reached down and joined his paw with Francisco’s for just a moment before moving it aside and reaching into the panties it concealed. A shiver ran up his wrist when he felt the hard shaft concealed under the garment for the first time. For just a moment he was unsure what to do with it, though he did not let that show on his face. Thankfully, a single squeeze signaled that he would be able to handle this challenge, coating his paw in a bit more slickness. “Forgive me for ignoring your need…”
       
       Francisco stuttered, at a loss for words. He started to say something properly dramatic, but the squeeze of his dick froze him, and the way his ass reflexively squeezed around Puss drove him to replace any words with a simple, feral yowl. Puss took this for a signal to start the action and began thrusting with proper gusto into the black cat, all the while holding tight to his lover’s shaft. Francisco’s paws found purchase on his hero’s arm and back, and his lower paws held tight to the cat’s hips.
       
       Puss allowed himself to sink into the sensations of the romance. While the warmth on his groin was incredibly pleasurable and the slick warmth on his paw was not totally unwelcome, he sunk himself most into the look on his partner’s face. Francisco tried all he could to keep his eyes on Puss’s smile, but his own expression shifted with each thrust. Eyes closed and opened, pupils shifted wildly, and his mouth would shift wildly from trying to speak and biting down hard on his lip. The one consistent thing about him was the way he whimpered, letting out a small mew followed by a loud yowl at the beginning and end of each thrust.
       
       One of those yowls signaled the end. Puss knew by the pitch, and he smiled a bit wider as Francisco’s voice grew higher. At the same time, the black cat tried harder to pull him in. He even set his claws on Puss’s back and hips once more. 
       
       Though he was not overly familiar with this sort of swordplay, Puss knew the opportunity for a final blow when he saw it. He adjusted his paw deftly to let the pressure off for just a moment, and then he squeezed as hard as he could. With just two quick rounds of this, Francisco came. There was one more wildly loud yowl, and his eyes fluttered wildly as he tried to keep looking at his handsome hero while coating that same hero’s paw with his love. 
       
       The yowls didn’t reach that height again, but kept their high, girlish pitch as Puss continued his thrusting. Francisco was not allowed a moment to relax and continued to spill his love all over Puss’s paw and his red panties. At the same time his rear began to pulse more wildly, and his claws dug fiercely, clawing at the fur on Puss’s back. 
       
       Once more Puss waited for a chance to eye the perfect moment, keeping his suave smile on as long as his princess’s eyes remained on him. The moment one more yowl forced her eyes to close, however, he allowed himself the chance to let out his own, highly masculine growl, his own face distorting into a strained yell as he too came. As a gentleman, he was quick enough to pull out just in the time, adding to the stain’s on Francisco’s lovely panties. 
       
       The sound of the pair’s panting echoed throughout the ruins, even long after both had caught their breath. Puss continued to smile down on Francisco for a moment, though that smile faded a touch as he at last removed the paw from his princess’s panties. It was positively coated in semen, a state that Puss was decidedly uncomfortable with. 
       
       “That was… an experience…” Puss allowed himself to chuckle, but the illusion was decidedly broken, and realization set in about what, or more accurately who, he had just done. He began to blush himself, and suddenly it was he who could not look his lover in the eye. “Um… tell no one of this, yes? It would be rather calamitous for my reputation…”
       
       Somehow, Francisco found the strength to lift himself and provided one last kiss to enhance the experience. With his guard down, Puss was helpless but to accept it, enjoying one last time the shrimpy breath of the leader of the Guild of Darkness before he pulled away and reassured him. “Of course not, mine hero. These lips shall not speak a word to anyone.”
       
       Puss smiled, fully reassured for at least a moment. At least, until he noticed the panting had continued to echo. Along with a few suspicious words. “Anyone… anyone… anyone…”