Lucky bolted into the dark alley, past the grimy, molding dumpster, the dingey trashcans, and into the all to comforting shadows that surrounded them. There he paused, his chest pounding with each terrified beat of his heart while his pursuers paused outside of the alley for a few seconds. He perked his ears, straining to hear anything he could, and then, the skittering steps of unclipped claws on the pavement relayed he was in the clear-for the moment. They were gone. Breathing a little easier (Which was difficult to do with the stench of garbadge right next to him) he stood up and shook himself off, his body still tense from the adreniline rush that flooded through him like blood. He, along with his cohorts, Cadpig, Rolly, and Spot, had gotten stuck on some goofy assinment to track down a lost dog in the city. Not only was the mission borning, but totally an insult to Lucky's almost Thunderbolt like skills! They had taken to asking dogs they could find wondering about questions about the missing dog, and had run into trouble. Trouble being in the form of two very large Dobermans, a Rottie, and a french poodle bitch by the name of Fifi. (Lucky had to admit she had a very nice tail-end, but found himself too busy running to admire it) The pack of dogs they encountered were rather not very nice, and had made several comments regarding the use of three small puppies and a chicken in various, rather innapproirate ways. At that point, Spot had suggested a stragetic retreat, in which they had all ended up scattered and lost. Lucky managed to draw the attention of all of them, and just now succedded in losing them. He sat down, wondering where he might find Cadpig or Rolly, or Spot, the three of them almost all had been running in completly diffrent directions when he had last looked, and now it was begining to get dark. The last flickering rays of sunlight were dying out and the alley was looking like a really good hiding place. He could not fanthome the ideal of being out in the dark with that pack of...beasts, but the idea of any of his friends out doing the same was enugh to turn his stomach. He looked around, marking the particular alley to mind, and started off towards the street. If worse came to worse, he could always run back into the alley and hide again, but that plan fizzled out as he caught one of the larger Dobermans stroll by. What was his name? Desoto...Rosco and Desoto...The Rottie was called "Crunch", which was a name Lucky prefered not to hear the origin of. He dived back into the shadows, crouching low and keeping his head down, praying to whoever might be listening that the large dog didn't find him. He sat there for a few seconds, his heart ni his throat, his body tense, breathing not an option. When he didn't hear anything more from the outside of the alley, he relaxed, letting his muscles ooze out of thier intensity, and willed his heart to begin beating again. He was begining to have second thoughts about leaving the apprent saftey of the alley when something warm touched his butt. He jumped, feeling the tension and fear seep back into him as he bolted from one side of the alley to the other, his gaze focused on the shadows he was just hiding in. A low chuckled sweeped from the darkness he just inhabited, followed by a definte female purr. Lucky narrowed his eyes a bit as a figure approached him, the form clear in the twilight of the alley as the sun was going down. A cat. A female, he could tell by the voice. A tabby. She had green eyes, and blonde, yellowish fur, with orange markings. She was also, huge. The alley must have stocked very well when it came to substanace, since she was almost, the same size as Lucky, if not a little larger. She smiled at him, a wicked smile filled with several pointy teeth and gave a nod.

"So what are you doing in this alley?" She asked quietly, taking a few steps towards the puppy. Lucky stood up stright and threw his chest out as far as it would go, attempting to present himself in the largest way possible. The cat took a look at him and giggled quietly, her slow stroll towards him slowed, and she sat just infront of him, her tail twitching behind her seat, as she anticipated his answer. Lucky, who never really talked to another cat before (Aside from Tibbs) pondered the turn of events carfuly. He was told, by several of the older dogs around the farm, and by all the t.v. he had ever seen, that dogs and cats did not mix- not at all.

"I'm just, looking for a place to hi, er, rest for a while. Until I find my friends." He said quietly. He saw no reason to tell her the truth, or even engage with conversation with her at the moments\. Cats were nothing but trouble.

"Oh? And it wouldn't happen to have anything to do with those big dogs chasing after you over there?" She asked, hopping up onto a trashcan effortlessly.

"What...dogs?" Lucky mumbled nervously. The kitty grinned down at him, her greenish glowing eyes seemed to brighten a bit and she looked out towards the entrance of the alley.

"Oh? Well, maybe they can help you find your friends. Shall I attract them?" She asked, making Lucky's blood freeze.

"NO! Don't!" Lucky begged suddenly, racing to the side of the trashcan and looking up at her. The feline grinned and hopped down next to him, tilting her head to one side, as if she were sizing him up.

"Don't? I was only teasing...The cat Misty...who are you?" She asked, leaning closer to Lucky. Very close. He stiffened a bit, and took a step back. The scent she carried with her reminded him of grass, dirt, and something else that made him even more wary of her.

"I'm Lucky." He said sharpy. Don't offer any more infomation to an enemy then you have to. That's what pug had said once. Lucky made a note he would have to have a talk with Pug about the nature of cats at sometime. At the moment, he was back peddling further into the alley as Misty moved towards him.

"Aww, don't be scared hunny. Misty won't bite you...Misty actually thinks your kinda cute...for a dog." She explained, causing Lucky to feel a bit more apprehension.

"Oh? Thanks. That's...great. Look, I need to be finding my friends and..." Lucky trailed off at the sight of Misty looking back at the front of the alley.

"Thier still around you know. They havn't even left this block looking for you. Leaving wouldn't be......safe." She explained, causing Lucky to frown slightly.

"What? How do you know that?"

"Well Misty lives here. You learn these things about the city."

"I'll take my chances."

"Misty wouldn't recommend it, but if it's suicide your into, then be my guest."

"What would you recommend?"

"Hmmm *purr* Misty thinks you should stay here for a little while, and let them forget about you."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"And leaving the alley with an angry pack of dogs looking for you is?"

"No, I just-"

"Then Misty thinks you'll be staying." Lucky frowned. He was getting an incresingly bad feeling from Misty, who kept refering to herself in third person, and who insited that Lucky stay with her. She was smiling at him too, and that smell, that smell that made him uneasy, was stronger. She moved closer, looking him over, and reached a paw out to trail along his shoulders slowly.

"Your a very muscular guy...a dalmatain right...you look like a pure breed." She said quietly, causing Lucky to squirm under her touch. Her paws here like velvet! They were so soft and gentle, it was amazing- for a cat.

"Yeah. I'm a pure breed." Lucky said. short sentences. Don't reveal anyt- his thoughts were lost to him when he felt her paws run along his back, tracing along the pattern of his spots.

"Mmm, what an interesting design for your dots." She said quietly, while Lucky stiffened, and stiffled a few giggles as Misty ran her paws along a particularly ticklish area. Unfortunetly for him, Misty's movements continued right there, until he burst into a string of giggles, his body convusling and jerking about as she tickled him, until he was laying on his tummy on the cold, grimy cement.He wrapped his paws around himself, definetly convinced he should leave as soon as he convinced Misty to back away from him and leave him alone.

"Aww see. Misty thinks you should relax. Your too tense, and your not thinking stright. Goochie, goochie goo..." Misty whispered into his ear as her fingers stroked along Lucky's flanks. The puppy burst into a shriek of laughter that became increasingly louder, regardless of how he tried to keep it quiet. They were going to hear him!! They were going to hear him, come into the alley, and kill him, all because of that stupid cat, who can't keep her paws to herself! Suddenly the tickling sensation stopped, and Lucky was left lying there on his belly, his chest heaving like he had just been running. Slowly, Misty stepped into view infront of him, grinning down.

"Awwww, your so cute...Misty bets you'll taste extra good..." She cooed quietly, making Lucky's fur stand up. Taste?! Was that how she kept so plump while being a stray? Eatting puppies?! You could never trust a cat. Never. Luck tried to stand up, only to discover his paws bound behind his back. While she was tickling me...

"Aww, don't worry honey. Misty isn't going to hurt you...she just...wants a taste." Misty explained as she rolled Lucky over onto his back, her eyes gleaming with something that suggested she might not be planning to eat him after all. Lucky grunted, trying to wiggled back and away from her as far as possible, but with his paws bound behind his back in such a fashion, he was making very little progress. Misty leaned forward, drool begining to coat her lips, and the hungry glare in her eyes intensified.

"See...Doggies are so much bigger then cats...and Misty...Misty has an obession with dogs. And most dogs don't like Misty...but your so small and cute..." Misty whispered, making Lucky whimper. He didn't like where this was leading at all, but he found his body tensed with pleasure when one of those velvety soft paws began to rub along his sheath. Slowly, teasingly. He could feel himself heating up, regardless of his desire to do so or not. She was raping him!!

"M, misty! Stop! Let me go!" Lucky growled, but Misty ignored the pleas, both her paws working to erect the ruby colored shaft hidden between Lucky's legs. Already the tip was showing, pressing out into the cool night air as Misty continued her labors. Lucky's breathing slowly became shallow panting, and his erection continued, plumping out in front of them both, bobbing proudly. Misty's eyes lit up when she saw it, her whiskers twitching on either side of her nose as she bent forward, taking a long breath of Lucky's scent. Lucky gulped quietly when she opened her mouth up in a smile. Her grin consiteded of very sharp looking teeth that were only scant inches from Lucky's pride.

"Lady! Stop! Look, l, leggo, ok? Let me go." Lucky growled. Misty giggled quietly and leaned forward, dragging her nose up and along the underside of his erection, inhaling his musk and shivering visibly from the effect it was having on her. Speaking of which, Lucky was sure of what that scent was now. She must have been coming into heat, or something. This cat was sick!

"Let you go? *Purr* but your having such a good time."Misty churred quietly, reaching out and giving the tip of Lucky's erection a playful pinch. Lucky shuddered at the contact, and tried to shy away again.

"No I'm not! Let me go! If you don't I'll." Lucky growled, but he was cut off by Misty's sudden, unhappy glare.

"If Misty don't...what?" She asked, resting a paw on Lucky's shaft, one that was outfitted with several very sharp looking claws. Lucky froze, his mouth agape as he paused to consider his next course of action. No, he really wasn't in any position to be threatening. He whimpered softly, watching in horror as Misty slowly drew her paws up along his shaft again, the tips of her claws trailing up, juuuuuust scraping along Lucky's cock in a slightly plesant sensation. One false move, and he'd be fixed. Misty smiled, watching the puppy's reaction to her little display. The scent of fear and arousal was so intoxicating! She loved it, and he was so cute, she didn't know how she would resist riding him into a glorious orgasm. Then the answer hit her- she wouldn't resist at all. She grinned, sheathing her claws, and reached down, cupping Lucky's testicales in one paw and gave them a gentle squeeze, forcing Lucky to stiffle a moan.

"Misty wants to taste!" She cooed to him. Lucky opened his mouth to protest, but she was already moving into position, sliding her head in between his thighs, and slipping her lips around his erection easily. He tensed, his toes curling as the cat's raspy tongue slithered across the pink tower that was his cock. The sensation was incredible, and there was nothing Lucky could do to keep the pleasure moan from escaping his lips as she tortured him. This wouldn't have been nearly as bad if it wasn't a cat, but still she was damn good at what she was doing to him. Misty's tongue wrapped around the bast of Lucky's cock while she suckled at the rest of his shaft, coxing forth several globs of pre cum and making Lucky's hips bounce up and down in wanton pleasure. He was going to cum. There was no doubt about it, and no way he could possibly stop himself. Misty seemed to have an innate sense of Lucky's raising pleasure and increased in her efforts. Her head bobbed up and down, forcing Lucky's hips to match her attentions, and in the next few seconds, she was rewarded with five hot, sticky bursts of puppy cream that was directed stright into her gullet. The kitty lapped as much as she could from Lucky's orgasm and finally pulled away, licking her lips and purring quietly. Lucky was panting heavily, looking down at her with glossy eyes, and stuggling weakly in his bonds. That blow job was the most incredible he had ever recieved. But from a cat. Him, tied down and forced to be a sex toy for a randy cat. That thought alone made him want to vomit. Thunderbolt would have never been seduced by such creatures. Lucky sighed, and collapsed on the dirty pavement of the alley, wondering what would happen next. Now that Misty had gotten her fill, maybe he could convince her to let him go, untie him and give him directions maybe. It was worth a shot.

"Misty..." Lucky yipped, his voice weak with afterglow, but he forced himself to sit up, and look around for the female. She was curled into a ball, nose to tail, next to him, breathing quietly. Asleep, great. Well, maybe it was. He could escape if he could find something sharp to cut his paws free. Maybe in the dumpster, or one of those trashcans. Lucky turned himself over, until he was lying on his belly again, and then began to inch forward, towards the containers like a worm. He was halfway towards them when he heard a squeal from behind him that make his blood run cold.

Awww! What a cute little puppy fanny! Did you want Misty to lick that too?" The crazed feline yipped. Lucky's eyes widened. She was awake?! Lucky gulped and looked over his shoulder to see the same pair of green eyes looking at his backside amourosly. He was in a particularly compermising position at the moment as well, his rear end up in position to move foward...wait, what had she said?! She couldn't be serious. There's no way she would... Lucky tried to rationalize, but the sudden feel of claws prickling at his muscular butt suggested otherwise. He yelped in alarm when he felt the slow, teasing lap of the raspy tongue press up against the snow colored valley of his twin cheeks.

"S, stop! Leggo..." Lucky cried weakly. After his orgasm, (And such an incredible one at that), he found most of his strength had left him. Infact, it was starting to become a struggle just to stay awake, his reflexes sluggish and slow. He got another jolt of unique, and unexpected pleasure when Misty pried apart his cheeks and took a liberal lap at his pink, heathy tailhole. He shuddered visibly, his teeth clentched as he tried to focus on other things. ANYTHING! There was pleasure to be found in her actions, regardless of how awkward or strange they were. Infact, he might have even enjoyed this treatment if the situation was diffrent. But instead he found himself the helpless sex toy of a cat too far gone to be reasoned with. -He could think of worse things that could have happened to him in the city.

"Such a cute widdle puppy bottom!" Misty cooed inbetween laps of Lucky's rump. The canine whimped, trying to struggled away, that same tongue that had worked him to such a wonderful orgasm was now exploring his...Lucky shuddered at the thought, but what disturbed him even more, was the feeling of his sheath plumping out. He was getting another erection.

"Stop." Lucky whispered quietly, but he didn't think she would-and she didn't. Pressing her tongue in further, Misty recieved a startled yelp from the owner. That smell of fear and arousal again. She couldn't take it anymore!! Misty purred, removing her tongue ,and pushing Lucky over onto his back once more, infront of her, the canine's erection stood proudly once again, bobbing slightly under his squirming movement. Misty didn't care for foreplay anymore, or delightful teasing, or causing fear or pain or pleasure. She had her own needs to worry about now.. She reached down and steadied it with one paw, and began to climb atop of the whimpering puppy, who's eyes widened when he figured out what she was about to do.

"N, no! Stop! I'm not fucking with a cat!" Lucky nearly screamed. Misty looked down at him, tilting her head, then giggled, as she moved her bottom into place, right over Lucky's ridgid penis.

"Misty thinks....you don't really have a choice." She hissed quietly, before sitting down, plunging Lucky's cock into her wet, dripping slit. Lucky yowled in shame and pain as Misty's claws gripped his sides. Geez! He was so much bigger then he looked. Lucky whimped, trying to wiggled his way away from the fat tabby's body, but it was no use. He was stuck, trapped, and forced to fuck a feline. Thunderbolt would never have had to do such a thing! What a humliating defeat. His thoughts, however, were lost to him, when Misty raised up, and slamed herself back down onto his cock , forcing a blast of pleasure to shoot through Lucky's being.

"MMmm, such a wonderful fuck puppy..." Misty whispered, grabbing onto Lucky's ears like handle bars. She began to buck herself, riding Lucky like a horse, and fucking herself wild in the process. Lucky closed his eyes, and wiggled his paws against the bonds of whatever held them together. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to watch and he definetly didn't want to feel, what was going on above him. He had no choice in any of the three circumstances. The cat was exceedingly snug around his cock, and making him hornier with each thrust she took. He was going to cum again. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. Misty looked like she was having the time of her life though, holding onto his hips with her claws, drawing a few droplets of blood every now and them, and humping herself like she had the greatest dildo in the world. They both exploded at the same time, hot, dripping puppy cum mixing with the satisfiyed gush of a female feline in need. She collapsed on top of him, whimpereing quietly, still rubbing her hips up and down against his crotch. Lucky had to struggled just to stay awake now, the cat atop him blurry in his vision. What a climax!

"Mmmm, did...my puppy likey that? Mmmm?" Misty purred quietly, nuzzling up against Lucky's chest. Lucky mumbled a garbled responce, that didn't really make any sense. It didn't matter much, all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Wh...lemme go..." He whimpered quietly. The statement caused Misty's ears to perk up and she sat up quickly on Lucky's stomach, looking down at him.

"But.....Misty's lonely..." She said sadly. Lucky didn't really have the strength at the moment to muster up the intelligence for an argument. He simply nodded his head and let it thump against the pavement below him. Misty, then gave Lucky a grin that would be in his dreams for weeks to come and hopped off of his belly.

"Misty thinks...she'll make you...her slave...All the other puppies didn't like being Misty's slave at first, but they came around..."Misty whispered.

All the other puppies?!

If Lucky had the strength to run, he would have, but instead, he watched in horror as Misty reached down, and gave his exceptionally senstive balls a slow lick with her raspy tongue. Lucky wasn't sure if the sensation was painful or pleasure to his now over sexed cock, but it was the last thing he felt before he blacked out...

The End

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