The Alley Cat Busy streets faded away as a small mouse travelled deeper into a dirty, disgusting alley. Trash littered the narrow path, and the rancid smell only grew with every step he took. Timothy, a boy of 10 years, walked with happiness in his gait. The foreboding darkness did nothing to damper his young spirits. He was on his way to see his best friend, a homeless alley cat named Mar. He was young, a bit older than Timothy at 12 years. A beautiful cat, a bit ragged and rough, but Timothy loved him all the same. The two had met a few months before. Their time together developed into romance, and then love. They felt deeply for each other, to the point Timothy begged his parents to take Mar in, but to no avail. Today, however, he would visit him again. A familiar scent caught the young boy’s nose. He followed it behind a dumpster, and then inside a fort of cardboard boxes and scrap clothing and blankets. He wiggled his way inside the cozy interior, a comfortable place despite the location. “Mar?” Timothy asked, as he looked around the fort for his boyfriend. “You awake?” Something beneath the blankets stirred. Mar rose from the heap, yawning and rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Morning, love.” Timothy smiled and moved in for a hug, pulling the raggedly dressed cat into his chest. “I missed you so much.” Mar returned the smile and the hug. His arms wrapped around the little mouse boy, squeezing him lovingly. “I missed you, too.” They shared a short, blushy look before their muzzles met for a kiss. Whiskers tangled, and breath mixed. Cat and mouse, enemies turned lovers. Their paws roamed and explored each other’s bodies, slowly becoming bolder with every passing moment. Timothy’s paws travelled down Mar’s ratty shirt, feeling every inch of his beautiful body. Mar squeezed and rubbed Timothy’s back, trailing down to his naked, prehensile tail; to grab and lift. Timothy squeaked into their shared kiss, their tongues taking the opportunity to invade each other’s maws. “Yes, like that.” Mar said in between kisses. “Pull my tail...” Timothy grabbed hold of his boyfriend’s tail and gave it a rough tug. Mar squealed and meowed, practically humping into his mouse friend. Mar returned the favour, tugging and pulling the mouse’s smooth, sensitive tail; making the little boy squeak and wiggle. Pieces of clothing quickly came off. First Timothy’s shirt, revealing his tight, little bra. It covered a flat chest of blonde fur. “Oooh, you’re wearing them! They look so good on you, sweetie.” “T-thank you.” Mar growled approvingly, his paws pulling the bra up and over the mouse’s head and round ears. Timothy’s pink nipples barely showed past his thick chest fur, but it was enough to stir the older cat something fierce. Mar licked his lips as he looked the mouse up and down. The mouse wore a short black skirt, barely long enough to cover his little thighs. His paws trailed down to the hem of the skirt and tugged them down, showing off Timothy’s new panties. They were pink, girly, with cartoon cheese wedges adorning the fabric. The eager kitty cat pushed the little boy onto his back and lifted his legs as if he were changing a diaper. He pulled the skirt off and tossed it to the side, his eyes roaming the tented panties and the mouse’s nearly naked body. “My turn.” Mar said, leaning back and letting the mouse sit up. Timothy stared at his boyfriend for a moment, imagining all the things he wanted to do to him. He lustily fumbled with Mar’s shirt, slowly but surely exposing the tabby’s soft, grey-furred chest. His twin rows of little breasts were barely defined, needing a few more months of pregnancy before showing properly. With the shirt out of the way, the mouse slipped his paw under Mar’s waistband, pulling the warm pair of sweat pants down to his ankles. The mouse took a moment to admire the pretty pair of pullups Mar wore. Purple and pink butterflies dotted the white padding, and the tight waistband proudly displayed the brand name; a popular buy for young girls. Mar looked away, embarrassment flaring his cheeks red. Timothy ignored his lover’s reaction. His paws pressed and kneaded into the girly padding, teasing his boyfriend with gentle movements. “You’re so cute in these. I wish I had a picture to bring home.” Mar purred loudly, his embarrassment turning into butterflies in his stomach. The mouse grinned sheepishly, his paws pushing his boyfriend to lay flat on his back. “I’m going to have to change you.” Mar nodded, leaving his paws at his sides as the mouse lifted his legs up with one paw. The diaper crinkled audibly, dry and unused. Timothy grabbed hold of it with his free paw and pulled it under the tabby’s raised tush, revealing Mar’s dripping canine sex. Before Timothy could go any further, Mar took control, pushing the horny mouse onto his back. He hooked his teeth under those cute panties and tugged them away. Timothy’s cock swung to attention, splattering hot, musky boy pre all over Mar’s face. “Someone is eager this morning,” Mar said as he pressed his wet nose between the mouse’s sack and shaft; huffing in the intimate scent. “You smell good.” Timothy was a blushing, moaning mess. His little cock throbbed and twitched, in desperate need of a warm muzzle. “Please! Mar! D-don’t tease. I need you, bad.” Mar smirked as he ran his warm tongue along the mouse’s needy, little shaft. “Oh, really? Wasn’t filling me full of your kits enough for you?” The mouse blushed a crimson red and his whiskers twitched. “N-no! I w-want more.” “Good boy.” Mar gave tiny, little kisses along the length of the mouse’s shaft; ending with a wet smooch against the leaking tip. Mar’s rough tongue lapped greedily at the dribbling mess, each lick sending a jolt of pain and pleasure up Timothy’s spine. He squeaked and moaned, his little body shaking uncontrollably. The naked house cat pulled his muzzle away, leaving the mouse a panting mess. With a sly smirk, he shuffled forward, pressing his canine pussy to the boy’s leaking cock. He meshed their privates together, his belly resting close to Timothy’s face. “Here,’ Mar Began, his paw grabbing hold of Timothy’s. “Feel my belly.” Timothy let Mar guide his paw along the cat’s smooth, grey tummy fur. The 12 year old proudly displayed the small belly bump. He arched his back, proving to Timothy that his belly held his kits. “See? You’re going to be a father.” Timothy gulped nervously as his paw wandered his boyfriend’s belly. He could feel them, his kits. “I-I am...” Mar leaned down and smooched the little mouse, their lips meshing eagerly for a brief moment. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” Mar broke the kiss. He shuffled forward, dragging his puffy canine pussy across Timothy’s chest. The mouse squeaked and giggled, watching with bated breath as Mar inched his way closer to his face. Mar’s scent wafted from his dripping sex. The harsh scent was intoxicating, more so when mar shoved his cookie against Timothy’s face. The little mouse melted into pleasure. He took deep, deliberate breaths of Mar’s sexual musk, his little cock twitching with each inhale. “Good boy. Worship my cunt.” Timothy did not need to be told twice. Mar’s canine pussy was like a drug to the little boy. It was beautiful, large, with fat, plump lips that folded into a classic Y. With a final sniff, he pressed his soft tongue to Mar’s folds; eagerly lapping up his dripping arousal. Mar purred loudly, his body shaking and shivering with growing pleasure. His hips bucked forward, humping into Timothy’s snout. “Oh, gosh. I’m g-gonna!” Mar’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as an orgasm shook his young body. The small shelter filled with squeaks, grunts, and pleasured mewls. The cat grabbed hold of Timothy’s head, holding both of his big, round ears tight as his cookie quivered; soaking the mouse’s muzzle with hot cum. Timothy smooched and suckled, his tongue darting in and out of the tight, hot folds. “Good boy...” Mar pulled his hips away from the mouse. They shared a loving look as Timothy cleaned his face with his forearm. His cock twitched between his legs, leaking and ready. Mar dragged his tongue across his lips as he felt that hot, throbbing length press against his butt. “Do you still want me?” Timothy nodded, his eyes sparkling in the low light. “Yes.” Mar smirked and shuffled off the mouse. He pulled Timothy up against his chest as he fell down onto his back. The mouse squeaked into Mar’s fluff, taking in deep breaths of the cat’s scent. His little cock meshed eagerly against Mar’s soaked cookie, sending ripples off carnal pleasure throughout both their young bodies. Without hesitation, he lined himself up with a paw and unceremoniously shoved his length inside. His fluffy, white balls slapped against Mar’s tailhole with every thrust. For a little boy, he fucked with purpose; a desperate need for the pussy he found himself in. His cocklet barely spread the warm, pink walls of Mar’s spade, and his length only reached half way, but it made the kitten growl and purr. Their bodies melded together in primal lust, a dance of love as old as life itself. Timothy’s cock throbbed and leaked, slicking the kitten’s silky walls. Heavy breath mingled, and their whiskers tangled. Lips met, and tongues fought. The sound of eager kissing and smooching filled the cardboard shelter, joined by the insistent, eager slapping of Timothy’s hips. Mar’s soaked cunt squeezed down on the invading mouse, practically begging the young boy to cum inside. “I want you... Ah... Inside...” The mouse nodded breathlessly. His giant, round ears flicked and scanned, and his tail twitched to and fro. Mar’s spade squished and squelched, and the smell of his sweet scent assaulted Timothy’s nose, driving him over the edge. He bite down hard on Mar’s neck, his large buck teeth threatening to break flesh as he rammed himself to a hilt. His fluffy balls tensed, and his cock twitched to life. He unloaded powerful strands of hot cum, slowly filling his favourite underage pussy. A shuffle outside of the shelter fell upon deaf ears. The cardboard ceiling was pulled violently away, and a pair of large, powerful paws wrapped around Timothy. With a terrified squeak, he was pulled clear of the shelter, his messy cock slipping from Mar’s used pussy. “I found that stupid slut!” Timothy struggled in the paws of his captor, a Lion. Dressed in black denim and a t-shirt covered in rude obscenities. Spiked leather bracers covered each wrist, and his ears drooped with heavy piercings. He towered over the mouse, his eyes fixed on the stunned kitten at his paws. Two other adults raced to the Lion’s side. A Jackal female, tall and slender, with piercings covering most of her visible body. Her velvet, black fur parted for stripes of gold that slashed through her muzzle and chest. A sadistic smile grew across her lips as she spied the naked mouse squeaking and struggling. “He’s beautiful.” “Keep it in your pants. We have a little trouble maker to deal with.” The Lion said, tossing the mouse to the Jackal. A male Hyena shuffled closer. A small, submissive type by nature. He dressed similar to his friends, punk style clothing, leather bracers, and a tight collar around his neck with the words “Slave” written on it. “M-may I smell him?” The Jackal cackled. She gave the mouse to the Hyena, her free paw patting him gently between the ears. “You may.” “T-thank you, Mistress!” Mar shook his head, clearing himself of shock and orgasmic clouded thoughts. “Leave him alone!” The Lion stepped forward, grabbing hold of the kitten’s throat. He yanked the young boy out of the shelter, his free paw rubbing two fingers along his well used pussy. “So this is where you’ve run off to. Fucking kids behind my back. I thought you were loyal to me, you whore.” Mar gurgled and gasped, trying desperately to free himself from the Lion’s oppressive grasp. He clawed and scratched, his vision going blurry. “I’m insulted.” The Lion rumbled, as he softy dragged his claw across Mar’s teary cheeks. “You chose a mouse. A fucking mouse. How pathetic.” His paw rubbed across Mar’s stomach. “Are these his kits? They are, aren’t they? You fucking whore.” The panicked squeaks of the mouse drew the Lion’s attention. The Hyena buried his muzzle between the young boy’s legs, sniffing at his sloppy little shaft and fuzzy balls. “Don’t touch me there! Please!” The Hyena ignored the young mouse. His paws roamed and groped, squeezing and scratching; taking in as much of the little boy as he could. Timothy squeaked as the moist nose of the Hyena pressed eagerly under his tail. “That’s it,” The Jackal said, as she pulled down her denim pants. “Smell every inch of that little treat.” The Hyena took a deep breath of Timothy’s potent male scent. His tail whipped and fluttered, till he finally pulled away with a satisfied sigh. “H-he smells s-so good. M-may I have him now?” “Not yet,” The Lion butted in. “I want this little slut to watch.” The Lion released his grip on the kitten, letting him drop painfully to the ground. He sucked in a deep breath, gasping and coughing, his paws nursing his bruised throat. “Y-you fucking assholes better leave him alone. He has n-nothing to do with this!” “Oh, he has everything to do with it, you cunt. He stole you from me. Now I’m going to steal him from you.” Mar’s eyes widened. He tried to stand up, but the Lion kicked him back down. He mewled in pain, gasping once more as he tried to suck in air. Tears streamed down his face, his body doubled over in seemingly endless pain. The Lion knelt down, his massive paw grabbing hold of Mar’s scruff. He forced Mar to watch as the Hyena pulled his pants down, revealing a throbbing erection. The shaft was far too big for the little mouse. His balls hung low, fluffy, with a strong male scent. He held the mouse by the tail as he kicked his pants away, his tongue dragging across his lips in growing anticipation. Timothy struggled harder, the smell of the Hyena’s arousal driving his prey instincts wild. His eyes widened as he was dropped to the concrete without warning. A sickening smack echoed throughout the alley way. “Timothy!!” Mar screamed, but was immediately silenced by the Lion’s paw. Tears flowed down his face as he watched helplessly. Timothy twitched and squeaked, his head bleeding profusely. Dazed, he tried pushing himself up, only to be shoved back onto his stomach. “Stay still, little mouse.” The Jackal cooed. “You wouldn’t want to deny my slave his gift.” Timothy lay limp. His head spun, churning his stomach painfully. Blood flowed freely from the gash in his forehead, pooling around his gaping muzzle. He spluttered and coughed, splattering blood across the concrete. “Gosh! He’s so cute covered in his own blood. I could just eat him up.” As if to emphasize her point, the Jackal snapped her sharp teeth inches from Timothy’s face. “Not till we’ve had our fun, Belle. Isn’t that right, Mar?” “P-please don’t hurt him! I’ll do anything! Please!” “Shut up, skank. You had your chance to please me. You threw it away to be knocked up by a mouse.” The Lion snapped his fingers, allowing the Hyena to dig in with gusto. The mouse was easily manoeuvred by the skinny, submissive male. The Hyena knelt and grabbed the mouse by the tail, lifting his rear end slightly off the ground amid squeaks of pain and terror. His long, canine-like tongue dragged across Timothy’s exposed tailhole, slathering it in copious amounts of saliva. Belle kicked her pants away, her wet, pierced folds on display. She knelt down, her face inches from the Hyena’s throbbing erection. It dripped with pre, the scent intoxicating. Her paw stroked his length, pulling back his foreskin with each smooth pass. “You’ve been such a good boy, Tegan. You deserve this.” “T-thank you, mistress!” The sadistic Jackal spit on Tegan’s shaft, her palm rubbing a thick coating of it across his sensitive tip; a bit uncharacteristically, but the Jackal was feeling quite charitable towards the small mouse. She pulled the mouse back down to the ground, her paws spreading his legs and hiking his tail up high; displaying his pink hole. Her free paw guided Tegan’s tip; as soon as the Hyena felt Timothy’s heat, he began to bury himself towards a satisfying hilt. “That’s it,” Belle cooed. “Sink inside... All the way... Good boy.” Timothy squeaked and squirmed as pain shot through his body, snapping him out of his daze. His eyes widened, and his paws shot back towards his rump, desperate to stop the invading shaft. “Ow! T-that hurts! Pull it out!” Timothy grit his teeth, grunting and groaning as the massive cock spread him painfully. His toes curled with each movement of the larger male, and tears began to flow down his cheeks. “Rape him.” Belle commanded. Tegan obeyed without hesitation. His hips slammed forward, as if to sink deeper into the mouse, despite having hilted Timothy’s rump already. The force echoed a wet plap throughout the alley, mixed with the surprised squeak of the young mouse as his body was roughly shoved forward. Before Timothy could brace against the new wave of pain, the Hyena pulled himself out to his tip, only to slam back inside. His eyes widened and a shrill squeak escaped his lips. He could barely form words against the ceaseless onslaught. “M-mar! Help me! S-somebody help me!” Timothy screamed and wailed. “Shut up, slut.” Belle easily silenced his squeaks with a stern paw. Mar watched helplessly as the Jackal smacked Timothy across the face each time he cried out, till finally the mouse gave up. Blood poured from Timothy’s open maw, pooling on the concrete next to his snout. His face ached, his eyes bloodied and bruised. His lips gushed with blood, to the point he gurgled with each raspy breath. His muzzle hooked awkwardly to the side, obviously broken as blood seeped through his once pink nostrils. The scent of fresh blood sent Tegan into a mating frenzy. His rhythmic pace turned rough and primal. Timothy barely felt the weight of the Hyena anymore, nor could he feel the invading cock tearing his insides open with each thrust; where blood seeped around Tegan’s pubic fur, staining it red. “Enjoying the show, Lionel?” Belle teased, her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. Lionel snorted. His pants were feeling tighter than usual as he watched the rape of the young mouse. He couldn’t deny the scene was arousing; the way the hyena forced himself inside, his balls slapping back and forth with each powerful, neglectful thrust. Those delightful squeaks and squeals from the mouse, full of agony and pain. Mar struggled, snapping Lionel out of his stupor. His cock twitched, his nose sniffing in the heavy scent of post-sex wafting up from the kitten. He pressed his paw under Mar’s tail, slicking his fingers in Timothy’s large rodent load. He growled, his free paw moving to undo his belt. His pants fell to his knees, his underwear next. His erection stood proud within a mane of golden-brown fur, drops of pre dribbled down the shaft. “I’ll show you who you really belong to, cunt.” Mar didn’t protest. He stayed silent as Lionel lowered his weight against him, his huge feline shaft pressing familiarly against his small, underage rump. The kitten instinctively spread himself, a habit he had grown accustomed to, one that went unnoticed by the crying cub. The lion pressed his muzzle into Mar’s neck, taking in a deep breath of the little boy’s scent. He shivered, his cock inching its way between Mar’s cheeks, just under the kitten’s swaying tail. Mar squealed as the Lion wrapped his jaws around the back of his neck. Those sharp, predatory teeth dug into the kitten’s scruff, effortlessly puncturing the skin and flesh. “That’s it,” Belle cooed. “Fuck his little cunt.” Lionel released Mar’s scruff, his paw moving between his legs to aim his cock. He rubbed his tip up and down Mar’s puffy canine pussy. Mar pushed his rump up to meet the Lion’s spiky length, his legs spreading in just the right way to let the Lion’s huge cock slip inside to a smooth, unceremonious hilt. “Oh, fuck yes.” Lionel stayed hilted for a moment, his balls tensing and relaxing as the cub’s tight walls squeezed down on his invading shaft. With a deep breath, he shoved Mar’s head tight to the ground as he pulled his length out to the tip before slamming back inside. A splatter of leftover mouse cum coated their meshing fur, a dwindling reminder of the adultery that took place. Mar didn’t struggle under his rapist. He let it happen without complaint, in hopes of easing Lionel’s fury. The lion was not gentle. Bella squeezed down on Tegan’s balls; trying her best to coax an early orgasm out of the submissive male. She moaned and whimpered, her fingers a flurry between her dripping slit. Till, finally, she came; her paw tugging gently on the Hyena’s balls, trying to force the male to empty inside the Mouse. “Hmm, seems as though my pet can’t get off to something warm and breathing...” Lionel snorted, his balls slapping aggressively against Mar’s rump. “Do it. I want this slut to watch.” Bella pulled a pistol from her pile of clothing. She cocked it, making sure the kitten could see. Mar’s eyes widened and his heart jumped. He tried to scream, but Lionel punched the air out of his lungs with a brutal right hook to the rib cage. Mar squeaked. His broken ribs puncturing his lungs. He watched helplessly as Belle pressed the barrel to the back of Timothy’s head. Belle cocked the pistol. Lionel nodded. The Alley lit up with a single shot; the spent casing bouncing across the ground. Timothy slumped over, blood gushing from the bullet hole. His eyes stayed half lidded, slowly glazing over as the pool of blood grew beneath his head. Tegan howled as Timothy’s fresh corpse squeezed down like a vice on his cock. With a final thrust, their balls slapped together, before the first shots of hot cum painted Timothy’s insides. Tegan growled and yipped, his hips grinding hard against the dead body, drawing out every last drop of cum. With a loud exhale, he slowly pulled out, leaving Timothy a gaping mess of cum and blood. “Good boy, Tegan. You make Mistress so proud.” Bella said, nuzzling her muzzle into Timothy’s dripping hole. A flow of tears stained Mar’s cheeks. Despite the pain, he reached out towards Timothy’s body, his outstretched paw falling flat. His pussy ached, stretched to its limit and abused thoroughly by Lionel’s spiked cock. A mix of pain and forced pleasure raddled his body, his mind slowly going blank; till he felt the first strand of cum warm his insides. Lionel’s testicles tensed and relaxed in a wave of orgasmic pleasure. Strand after strand of cum filled the underage womb, making the cat wiggle and squeal. “Oooh, fuck. I’m going to miss this little cunt...” Lionel’s weight lifted, his spiky cock sloppily pulling from Mar’s swollen cookie; cum spilling from the well used hole. After a moment of admiring his work, Lionel pushed away, leaving Mar to lay broken on the concrete. Blood oozed from Mar’s lips. He coughed and sputtered, desperate for a full lung of air he could not get. He forced his aching body to obey, his paw grabbing hold of cracks in the concrete to pull himself towards Timothy’s blood soaked body. The strike of a flip lighter lit up the dark alley. Lionel stood nude, his soft cock dripping with cub juices and cum. He took a long puff from a cigarette, his eyes never leaving Mar’s broken body. With a small wave towards Belle, she handed him the pistol. The sadistic Jackal giggled as Lionel cocked the weapon, his heavy steps coming to a halt just shy of Mar. A bright flash illuminated the alley, followed by a second and third. Mar lay motionless, his paw resting gently upon Timothy’s.