Streaky and Ace in: Frisky Stakeout Streaky breathed a heavy sigh, enjoying the scent of his favorite dumpster. Today was a good day already. He’d found a nice, big batch of fish bones to roll in, and somehow, he’d managed to get by almost an entire day without having to get up from them. Krypto had left on some mission or other with Superman, so that meant no patrols. All Streaky had to do was make sure that the city didn’t burn down or anything, and frankly, he was pretty confident he could do that from his trusty dumpster. “Mmm… just one more thing and this would be the perfect vacay.” Streaky mumbled to himself while he cuddled up close to a particularly smelly fish head. He’d been feeling more than a little frisky lately, enough that he was genuinely feeling lonely, which was not something he felt all that often. His mind wandered quietly to the idea of someone he could share his Dumpster of Streakitude with. He didn’t really have any ideas of who that would be, but another warm body sounded really nice. So, when someone knocked on the wall of his little fortress, he was surprisingly welcoming for once, lifting his head from the cuddly fish skeleton and smiling up at the lid of the trash can. “You’ve reached the Dumpster of Streakitude. Who’s calling?” He chuckled to himself while he sing-songed his greeting. He was happy for the company, but a bit too relaxed right now to genuinely consider getting up, at least not unless it was someone who caught his interest. Unfortunately for him, the dog that responded demanded his interest. “Supercat? It’s Ace. Superdog told me I could find you here.” Streaky rolled his eyes just as the dog outside pounded again. “Bathound, huh? Not the company I was hoping for…” He shook his head. Unfortunately for him, it looked like superhero work would be interrupting his perfectly good relaxation. Casually, he lifted the lid of his dumpster and smiled down at the serious looking dog in the cape. “Sup, A-Dog? Need something?” Ace didn’t smile back. “I need backup. The Joker’s hyenas are up to something, something big.” He casually turned away from the cat and started walking towards the edge of the alley, glancing just beyond it as though he had spotted something. “I’m not sure just what yet. That’s why I need you.” “Right, need something a little extra super tonight, huh?” The cat nodded, pretending to listen while he watched Ace walk away. For the first time, he noticed something about Ace. Maybe it was because that loneliness was on his mind today, but he’d never noticed the hefty sack the Bathound was sporting. He climbed out of his dumpster and got a closer look. “Huh, surprised Batman doesn’t neuter his pets.” “Excuse me?” Ace turned back, shooting Streaky a glare, his cape flowing in the wind. Streaky was a bit struck by how attractive he seemed suddenly. “Uh, nothin’.” He blushed before casually rubbing his face with a paw. “Was just thinking we should hang out sometime. Maybe after the case or somethin’…” He smiled nervously and moved just a little bit closer. Ace still didn’t smile back. “Get your mind out of the dumpster, Supercat.” He dismissed the frisky feline causally before reaching up to his utility collar and calling the batwing, which arrived in moments. “We have work to do.” “Oh! Yeah, of course.” Streaky barely noticed the dismissal and casually climbed aboard the batwing, following Ace’s lead. There wasn’t much room on the tiny vehicle, so he got to sidle up close enough to touch. The canine crusader’s body was pretty warm. Maybe Bathound wouldn’t make for the worst company after all. “So, uh, where’re we headed?’ “The city animal hospital.” Ace spoke matter-of-factly. Pressing his collar again before finally smiling off into the distance. “Hold on tight.” Streaky obeyed, clinging to his leg just as the Batwing took off. During the ride, Ace kept smiling while Streaky screamed. --- The ride had been as bumpy as ever, leaving Streaky digging his claws into Ace by the end of it. Ace barely reacted to it, though he was thankful that the cat hadn’t used his super strength. “We’re here.” He nodded, encouraging Supercat to climb off him and get behind the bush they had parked next to. “My source tells me that this is the place the hyenas are hitting tonight. Now we just have to wait.” Streaky managed to shake the dizziness off himself quickly and followed Ace behind the bush. “Waiting, huh? See why you needed backup for this one.” He shivered and sat down next to the dog before laying down against him, almost instinctually. His body itched for that comforting warmth even more after that wild ride. “Wait for what though?” “Any signs of hyenas, obviously.” Streaky glanced up at the dog. Ace’s attention was firmly ahead, eyes on all entrances to the hospital. “They haven’t been here yet. No signs of entry.” He took out a pair of binoculars to make sure, but Streaky didn’t pay much attention to that. His attention was wandering somewhere else again. With Ace’s front paws up, his balls were on proud display for the cat, easily accessible too. Streaky couldn’t help but wonder about them. “Eh, okay, sure, Ace…” He mumbled, barely responding to the dog. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline, but by this point he’d gone from just feeling a bit lonely, to downright frisky. And besides that, he didn’t really have the patience for stakeouts. Ace was momentarily shaken when Supercat pulled in even closer to his side. He was very shaken when the cat suddenly pulled in close and started nuzzling at his balls though. “Supercat, we’re on a mission here.” Streaky chose to ignore Ace’s grumbling for now. “If we’re just gonna be waiting anyway, why not, huh, A-Dog?” He sighed, taking a deep breath of the dog’s scent in. That was what he needed. Ace was sweaty, oozing with pheromones. He even smelled a bit fishy in Streaky’s mind. “Hehe, guess Batman doesn’t give you baths as much as I thought either, huh?” “Excuse me?” Ace glanced down in response to that one, momentarily thinking of it as a slight. Though, his expression softened somewhat when he saw Streaky’s face rubbing so excitedly over his groin. The cat was obviously in heaven. “Hey, I ain’t complainin’. I always preferred alley cats, you know?” He snickered and gave the dog a little lick. He tasted kinda fishy too. Mostly though, he tasted dirty, like this wasn’t his first stakeout tonight. Streaky shivered and reached out to taste more of that dirt. Eventually making his way up to the entrance of Ace’s sheath. “Mmm…” When he finally licked at that entrance and got a taste of the dog’s fleshy tip though, he was abruptly stopped by a paw tickling his back. Ace was pushing down on him, hard too. “Quiet, Supercat.” He was whispering and panting. “We need to focus.” Streaky didn’t pay any attention to a single word he said. His licks had managed to get a bit of the dog’s tip to show, and the stronger pheromones were driving him wild. The petting he was getting was just a bonus. “Oh yeah! H-harder, Ace,” was all he could think to say as he kept licking, hoping the pets got much heavier. “They’re here, you idiot!” Ace groaned, giving Streaky what he wanted and pushing him even harder, raking his claws down the cat’s back. Streaky started to purr in response, but then, about a moment after he said it, what Bathound had just said actually registered. Bud and Lou had arrived about a minute ago, cheerfully making their way toward the hospital doors without the slightest hint of subtlety. Both hyenas had a couple of medical bags strapped to their side, but Bud had gone the extra mile with the addition of a nurse’s hat. “You think batsy’ll like it, Lou? Wanna make sure it’s special for him.” “Doesn’t matter whether he likes it or not, Bud. If this stuff Dogwood cooked up works, he’ll be putty in your paws.” The pair shared a devious grin and a laugh before making their way forward. “Now hurry up, we got another batch to grab.” Lou nodded and made his way ahead to smash the door. Before he could though, he was abruptly knocked breathless by a speeding orange blur. In a small fit of panic at the idea of being caught in a compromising position by a pair of supervillains, Streaky may have thrown himself from out of Ace’s grip with more force than he had really needed. That mistake ended up sending him and the hyena spinning off into another bush, and in the end left the pair laying dazed in the dirt. Much to Supercat’s embarrassment, he had wound up on his back, clearly half hard. “Ugh, what the heck, man.” Lou pulled himself up a moment before Streaky, just soon enough to catch the cat before he even had a chance to cover himself. “Supercat?!” “Everything okay, Lou?” Bud joined the pair a moment later, just in time for Streaky to pull himself off the ground. “Supercat?!” Streaky was still a bit dazed from his moment with Bathound, so even after pulling himself to a hover it took him a moment to register what was going on. “Uh… hey guys?” He waved casually to the pair, who were staring wide-eyed at him, first at his face, then at his groin. “Uh. Don’t mind that.” The shock left Lou pretty quick, and he turned to smile nice and wide at his partner. “You thinkin’, what I’m thinkin’ Bud?” He winked gesturing towards his bag. Bud looked a touch disappointed but nodded. “I was hopin’ to save myself for Batsy, but he’ll do fine.” Streaky didn’t have a clue what the pair was talking about but knew that the pair taking a seat and digging for something in their bags couldn’t mean anything good. He would have rushed to stop them, but he was a bit distracted by trying to hide his shame behind his paw. “H-hey! No need to get violent boys!” He waved his free paw to discourage them. “You know I’m a cat of steel, right?” “Oh, we ain’t plannin’ on gettin’ violent.” The pair turned their grins to the cat, pulling vials of some sort of pink liquid out of their bags. “Though, we can get kinda rough.” Streaky covered his eyes, expecting the vials to come flying his way. But then, nothing happened. There was a splashing noise, but no impact. Nothing even touched the cat. There was an odd smell though. Something strong, flowery, and absolutely intoxicating. “Whuh huh?” Streaky lowered his paw and sniffed at the air. When his eyes blinked open, his supervision was suddenly very blurry, just aware of two laughing pink blobs in front of him. Eventually with enough blinking he was able to notice the two hyenas, but he had forgotten why they were there. “What’s that… smell?” He hovered closer, aware it was coming from them. “Hey, whaddaya know? It worked!” Bud laid back a bit more. Streaky noticed his paw wandering to his groin. The hyena was getting hard, just a bit. The smell was definitely stronger there. “Smells good, don’t it? You want a better sniff, Superpuss?” “Don’t mind if I do…” Streaky floated down towards the hyena mindlessly, in a daze. The closer he got, the more potent the sweaty, stinky aroma got. By the time he landed in front of the pink beast’s groin it had overwhelmed him to the point his whole body was shaking. Not only was the sweet smell controlling his every move, but Bud’s natural, unwashed reek was sending him into convulsions. “W-wow, boss…” “Heh, boss, eh?” Lou reached from behind and pushed Streaky forcefully against his partner’s cock. Streaky didn’t protest, he even reached his paws around Bud to pull him in closer himself. “Bet’chu wanna taste too, huh?” Streaky nodded, licking right on command while Bud got harder and harder by the second. The hefty black dick smelled weirdly flowery, but he loved it anyway. Enough of the Hyena’s natural taste reeked right through the rosy taste and blasted him with the flavors of salty old sweat and dirt. If he wasn’t being forced against the shaft so hard, he would have swallowed it right there. “Hoo boy! That’s some good stuff!” Bud laughed and fell back, his hand joining Lou’s in pressing the super cat’s head down. “Haha! Why do cat’s tongue’s tickle so much!?” The hyena kicked wildly around Streaky’s head while he laughed, and the cat had to hold on tight just to keep close. And his squeeze got even tighter when he felt a sudden assault from behind. “Hehe, I’m tired of just watchin’. Let me in on the fun, Superitty.” Lou pulled Streaky’s tail hard, lifting the cat’s feet off the ground and sending him kicking too. “Hah! Little superhero’s folding like paper. Bet he’s loving this.” “Oh yeah! Haha! He’s lovin’ it!” Bud shouted. With how much the cat was tickling him, he was struggling to keep his paw pressing down on him, and Lou had taken his off to get properly set up behind the cat. Streaky just took that as his chance to lick more up and down the shaft though, not even thinking for a moment of escape as he indulged himself. “Dogwood’s pheromones got ‘im totally hypnotized!” “Let’s see if they got him loose too!” Streaky felt Lou prodding behind him, setting him up to get plowed, and he kicked again, trying to find a way to steady himself just using the air. Bud’s musk was making him too dizzy to remember his power by itself, and the feeling of Lou scraping against him was almost enough to get him cumming right there. Thankfully then, instinct took the wheel, and Streaky was able to find just the right muscles to steady himself right in time with Lou slamming forward. With a yowl of overwhelming pleasure, he planted his feet on the air and slammed back as best he could against the hyena’s cock as it entered. It felt so warm, so right. It sent him spiraling down into more convulsions. Just like that, the cat came, shivering limply between the pair of warm bodies threatening to crush him. The few thoughts he had left in his mind were how wonderful it felt and how desperately he needed it to never end. He was only even vaguely aware of the pair’s laughing getting higher pitched and more rapid. “Haha! Oh geeze this kitty’s driving me nuts!” Bud started to laugh and shriek, squirming like mad in Streaky’s grip. Even with his body losing so much of its strength, Supercat hadn’t let off the Hyena’s cock for a moment, and soon Bud was kicking and flailing in his grip while he came. “G-Geeze Louise, Supercat!” Streaky absolutely wallowed in the hyena’s money shot. With Lou pounding him against Bud and rubbing his face in it, he didn’t have much choice. He wouldn’t have missed the feeling of the warm slime rubbing into his fur if he’d had a choice though. The thick pure pheromone soaked into every inch of his face and as much of the rest of his body as he could get it on, and his cock twitched wildly, aching for more and more. He already felt like he could cum again. “M-muh… More…” “Ngh… you want more? You got it, puss!” Lou groaned behind Streaky, getting more and more forceful by the second, trying to split Streaky in two. The super cat let him have his way, moaning and begging for more the whole while. He came again, splashing madly onto Buds tail just in time for Lou to finish inside of him. “T-take it all!” “Yeah! That’s the stuff!” Streaky yowled back at the hyena, his voice just slightly muffled by the fur his face was rubbing against. “F-fuck me! More!” Lou listened, not stopping or even slowing down even as he came inside the flailing cat. Streaky could feel every spurt alongside every thrust, and the feeling of it drove him wacky. Eventually though, the hyenas had to stop. The laughing died down into a slow steady panting. “Ha… ha… hoo…” Lou collapsed on top of Streaky, crushing him firmly between the pair with a whump. Streaky just kept indulging, rubbing himself against both of the smelly beasts. “Dang, Bud, this cat’s insatiable.” “I wanna keep him.” Bud chirped in with a giggle, petting the horny kitty that was still licking up his messy fur. “It’d be nice to have a toy around we can’t break.” The pair shared a lazy, nostalgic chuckle, an agreement to take the cat not needing to be said. But then, Lou’s ears perked. “Ah shoot, looks like we’ll need to take him to go, Bud.” He lifted his head with a smile to see Ace. “Coming to crash the party, Bathound?” “Looks to me like it’s already over.” Ace stomped forward dramatically, his cape flowing in the wind as always. “Surrender now and I’ll go easy on you two!” “Party’s only over if you don’t join in, Batsy.” Bud wiggled his hips and the cat resting on top of them. “Come on! Take a whiff and join in! Your little buddy loves it!” He started laughing again while he continued to pet at Streaky for emphasis. Lou wasn’t laughing. Unfortunately, he could see that Bathound had come prepared, his nose pinched by high-tech clothespin to block out the hyena’s pheromones. “Actually, Bud, I think now’s the time for a quick getaway.” He grimaced, lifting himself fully off his partner and preparing to dash. But then, he found he couldn’t move his leg. Still in the throws of passion, Streaky had wrapped his tail around the hyena’s leg, and he wasn’t letting go. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” He purred, rubbing against both hyenas, forcing them close to him. “Mmm… I want round three…” “Uh, uh oh?” Bud’s wiggling grew a bit more frantic, and much less fun as the smile left his face too. The cat wasn’t letting him go though, in fact, he was snuggling even closer, rubbing his face relentlessly on the hyena’s cum soaked fur. “Nice kitty, let go please!” The sweet aroma soaking Streaky’s brain encouraged him to listen, but every single other instinct made him want to keep in place. “Nnn… so warm though… Do I have to?” He complained, his grip loosening a bit, but not completely. It was just barely enough to allow the hyenas a near escape. Together, the pair shoved him off Bud and dashed out of the bushes, sending the poor dejected Supercat spiraling into the dirt as they did. Of course, they were far too late to avoid a rope batarang being sent their way, and with a nice bit of help from karma, they were sent spiraling right off past the nearby bushes and downhill into the neighboring park. Bathound couldn’t help but grin at the sight. He knew he would have to track them down soon wherever they landed, but it was satisfying to see them tumble off. And anyway, before he could deal with them, he needed to deal with Supercat. “Aww…” Streaky whined as he pulled himself out of the dirt and stared off at the hyenas. His mind started to unfog a tiny bit as his bosses rolled further away, but his arousal stuck around. “What about round three?” “Are you okay, Supercat?” Streaky lazily turned to look at the dog when he heard him, and to his surprise, found the answer to his question. Bathound was stoic as ever, standing with his cape blowing in the wind. If Streaky hadn’t been looking, he almost might not have noticed how aroused the shepherd was. As he was hanging below him though, and making a point of looking, he couldn’t help but see the dog’s massive, knotted dick hanging out at full mast underneath him. He went starry eyed at the sight. “Supercat?” “I-I’m fine…” Streaky mumbled as he wandered thoughtlessly toward the dog’s dick. The smell was way more intoxicating than before, maybe even more delicious than the lovely hyenas that had just left. He couldn’t stop himself from needing to rub his face against it. “And how are you tonight?” He chuckled, feeling a rush at the contact. “Ahem, well…” Bathound didn’t resist Streaky’s advance this time. He even lowered his hips to let the cat get closer, allowing Streaky to rub against his knot, definitely the smelliest part of the dog next to his balls. “I um… may have gotten a whiff of that pheromone before I could stop it.” He coughed, averting his eyes for a moment before glancing down at the cat. “That was why it, um, took me so long to save you…” Streaky didn’t pay much attention to Bathound’s coughing or his obvious lie. Aroused as he was, the dick was the only thing on his mind. “It’s cool, A-Dog…” He paused to give that knot a lick, noticing it was way tastier than Bud. He imagined it had to feel better than Lou too, just on size alone. “You don’t mind helping me now, right?” His tail flicked and his dick twitched, giving the dog looking down at him quite the view to emphasize his request. Ace growled for a moment, then whimpered. Streaky was insistent, running a paw up and down his dick. He managed to resist how good it felt though. With one particularly deep growl, he reached down and bit the cat by the tail before suddenly dragging him out from under him. Reeling, Streaky rolled about in the dirt for the third time tonight. Though this time he managed to get himself to a stand before he even skidded. Once he was on his feet. He shot a glare at Ace, but the canine crusader had already vanished. “You could have just said, no…” He groaned, tail still flicking with need. Then, just as suddenly as he’d been tossed, he was slammed face first into the ground, familiar claws tickling the back of his head. “Quiet, Supercat.” Ace cursed his name, somehow stoic as ever with just the slightest hint force to his tone. “You like it rough, right? I… could tell…” The shepherd caught his breath, quietly gaining just a hint of composure. That composure wouldn’t last for long though. Streaky moaned under the hefty dog’s paw and raised his tail high as he could, even floating it a little off the ground. “F-fuck, Ace!” His claws dug into the dirt, and he panted, face wrenching in the soil. “You’re a badder dog than I thought!” He wasn’t complaining for a moment. Every word was sincere and heavy with arousal. It was enough to send Ace spiraling down into his instincts right alongside the cat. Embarrassingly, he started to growl again as he stepped forward and steadied himself, aiming squarely at Streaky’s proudly used hole. “You asked, for it, Supercat.” He cursed again, clawing the ground ahead of Streaky. Then, with one mighty, desperate push, he plowed right in. Streaky had been right, it was way bigger than Lou’s. He let out a proper super yowl: one loud enough to be caught by the ears of just about every cat in Metropolis, as well as a pair of tied up hyenas not that far downhill. “F-Fuck me, Ace! Oh, dog! Fuck me!” Ace put a stop to that yowling with just a bit more pressure on Supercat’s head, thankfully. Though that didn’t stop the world from shaking with his singing. Every deeper pound from the dog was met by the rumbling of another muffled scream while the cat forced himself back onto the dog. Let loose and fully in control, Streaky was a force to be reckoned with, squeezing and pulling with all the might he could muster. “A-Ah! Supercat! Careful!” Ace growled again trying to maintain some composure against the call of his pulsing cock. He would cum any second, and every instinct told him to knot his partner. Supercat was begging for it, but the shepherd wasn’t sure even a super cat of his size could handle it. That wouldn’t stop him from trying though. With a muffled cry of “Knot me!” Streaky’s tail whipped out and around Ace’s hip, forcing the dog in whether he wanted it or not. Ace whimpered at the surprising strength, and gave in, letting instinct take the wheel at the cat’s request. With one big push, the knot finally made it in, just in time for Ace to cum. The howl he let loose was accompanied by a quake when Supercat similarly let loose on the ground beneath them, in more ways than one. And there the pair sat, Ace resisting every instinct in himself to turn and complete the tie as he came. He couldn’t, lest Supercat be able to lift his head and shatter every window in the city. In heaven, Streaky just kept singing in the dirt. --- Once it was time to finally drop Streaky back at the Fortress of Streakitude, the pair shared a quiet, awkward ride on the Batwing. Lou and Bud had been fished up by Bathound on the way, laughing the entire time and mocking the pair with a charmingly vile rendition of “Streaky and Bathound sitting in a tree.” “- F-U-C-K-I-N-G- oof!” Ace gave them a swift kick to shut them up before the next verse when they arrived. Streaky, for his part, didn’t even notice. For once, he’d been relaxed on the ride, cuddled underneath Ace the whole time. He was actually a bit sad to leave. “So, uh, call me any time, right?” He smiled up at Ace and climbed off the Batwing. For the first time that night, the smile was shared. “Of course. Anytime, Supercat.” He coughed and averted his gaze. Streaky could have sworn he saw a blush just under the cowl. “Just, uh, keep this between us... okay?” To Streaky’s amazement, the shepherd blushed. “Just as a precaution. “The hyenas started to laugh again, but that didn’t last long. A quick turn that bashed them against the dumpster was enough to shut them up. “Sure thing, Ace!” Streaky waved the canine crusader off with a bit of assurance. Bathound and him shared a wink before the dog zoomed away. Of course, the cat was already pondering exactly what details he’d be sharing with his buddy Krypto. Maybe he’d change the names around for Ace’s sake. Planning gossip would have to wait though. For now, it was time for some hero’s rest, and maybe some more important thinking. Sauntering back to his fortress with a bit of an awkward limp to his step, he hopped into the dumpster and flopped down next to his favorite fish head. He pondered the lonely fortress for just a moment after that, wondering how Superman did it. “I bet I could squeeze Ace in here if I tried.” He mumbled, yawning and curling up with his fish. “Fortress of Solitude? What was that guy thinking?”