Pets need loving too
By ironsnake345

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I slowly blink awake, feeling groggy. The sunbeam I was sleeping in isn't on me any more; I must've been out for hours I rise up on my hind legs, stretching  my forelimbs out with a yawn, taking a good two minutes to stretch out before finally standing up on all fours.

"Morning, Vice."

I look over to the source of the noise. Peter's there, sitting in his chair as usual, reading a book. I hop down from the windowsil and stride over to him, bunting against his legs just to say hi. He reaches down to give me a good petting. His thin fingers run through my fur, sending a shiver down my spine. This mouse really knows how to give his pet some loving~

As I stand there purring, my mind starts to wander. It's been a while since the last time I got laid, or snuffed; I'm starting to feel a bit hot and bothered. For a moment, I think about asking Peter, but he's in the middle of his book. He doesn't like it when I interrupt his reading; he'll probably just put me in the crate if I go at his cock. Sure there'll be a dildo in there, but it's just not the same. I need a real cock.

Maybe I should head down the street and bother that big mastiff in the big green house. All the other cats in the neighborhood say he's a good bet when they're in need of a rough time. He bites real hard, and really works to get the knot in. I love it when they bite~ It's a far walk, though. Maybe I should try something a bit closer...

Footsteps. My ears perk up. Someone's at the door, by the sound of it. Probably just the mailman... Knocking. Nope, not the mailman. Did Peter invite someone over while I was asleep?
"Ooh, I'll get it!"
Peter sets a bookmark in his page and gets up from his chair, leaving me without scritches for a moment. I head over to the door with him, just to see who it is. He opens the door, and a strong, canine smell washes through the doorway. There's a cute husky right there, an anthro. God, I hope he's in the mood for some action; that dog-smell is just intoxicating right now.

"Hey, Terry! Good to see you, man."
As Peter greets the husky, I don't waste any time introducing myself. With a happy mew, I stride over and give his shins a good bunting. He smells really  nice...
"Oh, hey! This is... Right, you told me you had a cat, right? What was her name again?"
"Viceroy, she's very friendly. I have a feeling she'll be following you around while you're here. Go on, give her a pet, she won't bite!"

As I keep bunting against the husky's leg, he reaches down and gives my back a good, long stroke. He seems so shy, but he's got really strong hands. I bet he could choke real well with hands like that~ Dang it, now I'm about to drip on the welcome mat, thinking about getting it with this husky. What did Peter say his name was? Terry? Yeah, I think it was Terry.

Terry keeps talking as he pets me. "Heheh, you really weren't kidding. So, uh, you wanted to try out that new recipe, right?"
"Yeah, for soft pretzels. I found the recipe online, it had all good marks and I've got a good feeling about it! I really just need an extra pair of hands to help prepare the dough for the oven; I made a bit too much by accident."

Terry's hand comes up from my back. I look up, wondering why, and I notice Peter's turned around and is heading into the house. Terry's following him, so I follow behind Terry, still bunting on his legs now and then just so he doesn't forget about me.
"Make yourself comfortable, it's gonna be a bit before the dough's ready to twist up. I need to do some prep work anyway."
"Okay, take your time!"

Peter heads into the kitchen, splitting off from my new friend. Terry has a look around the living room, and picks a seat on the couch. He sits down, and pulls out his phone. That won't do; I'm the one he needs to be giving attention to, not that lump of glass and plastic! I hop up onto the couch, crawling over onto Terry's lap with another mewl. I stretch my forelegs agross his lap. He looks up from his phone at me, and starts petting  me again. Perfect.
"Heh, you weren't kidding when you said she was friendly, Pete.

Peter calls from the kitchen. "Take it from me, T, best to give her what she wants or she'll be bugging you for a while. But, if she's being a little poop, let me know and I'll put her in her crate."
Terry calls back. "Okay, but you won't need to worry about that. I don't mind a little attention from a feral!"
With that, it's back to petting me. I'm so happy I can't help but purr. As he's rubbing my back down, I take a moment to examine his crotch. Smells nice and musky, but he doesn't seem to be hard. I can fix that. Still laying over his legs, I start to paw at his bulge with both my forepaws. He hesitates on petting me for a bit.

"Um... Is it normal that she's pawing at my crotch?" he calls over to Peter.
"Yeah, that just means she's in the mood for some action. You can toy with her if you want; there's not much she doesn't enjoy when she gets real horny," Peter calls back.
Terry's bulge is starting to grow. His dick is getting stiff under his pants. I hope he's thinking about fucking me~
"Are you sure?" He shouts again. "She's, like... really small I think I'd hurt her."
Peter calls back from the kitchen again. "Don't worry about that; she doesn't mind if you hurt her, or even if you kill her. In fact, she loves it when that happens."

Terry hesitates again. "Are you sure? I thought ferals hated dying."
Peter shouts back yet again. How much more encouragement does this dog need? "Most do, but in this city, eeeeveryone loves snuff. Even the ferals. Trust me, there's nothing you can do to her that she won't love, especially if you wind up killing her."
By now, Terry's dick is bulging out really hard in his pants. I can tell he's turned on by the thought of fucking me to death, and I love it. I look up at him, and he stares back at me, looking a bit nervous.

"You really want me to kill you, kitty?" He asks. I don't know what answer he hopes to get out of me, but I meow back at him, trying to nod my head a bit. It's the closest thing to a "yes" I can give. He gives me an odd look, like he's thinking about something, and slowly, the hand on my back reaches around to my rump. I prop myself up on my rear legs, giving him easy access. I'm dripping by now, hoping he'll take the hint and stick something in me...

I feel his finger press up against my snatch. It feels so strong, and rough. He pushes, and it starts to sink in. His finger feels so good inside me, and I start purring loudly in his lap. He pushes it deeper; I can feel his fingertip pushing against my cervix, stretching me out and starting to ache. I'm in heaven; I mewl out loud with pleasure, arching  my back and purring even louder. Then, he tugs the finger out, pulling so fast my cunt stings a bit from the rough extraction. I almost cum right there; I can only imagine how wet his finger is with my juices~

"Heh, alright. You're a cute li'l slut, aren't you?" I give another affirmative meow, hoping he'll keep going. "Alright, then let's start the show," he says, reaching for his pants zipper. My eyes follow that zipper key as it travels down his pants. A huge, canine cock pops out of his fly, almost as long as my whole torso and with a knot that could rip me apart. I think I'm in love with this stud.

Without wasting any time, I crawl up onto his lap and plant my forepaws on his belly, pushing my rump up against his cock and rubbing my wet pussy all over his shaft. He chuckles at me, adjusting himself into more of a recline. The angle is perfect. He grabs onto me with one strong hand, and I can feel the other moving his prick. The tip presses up against my entrance; I let out a needy mew, begging him to fuck me to pieces. He pushes my rear end down onto his cock...

I feel the tip sink in. It's so much larger than his finger. My love tunnel tries to stretch around his dick, but it's just too big. It starts to tear, no doubt getting his cock all bloody; it hurts so, so good. I yowl in pain and pleasure as he sinks deeper, and before long, his tip is resting against my cervix. He pulls back out, stinging my bloodied tunnel with the friction, then shoves it back in, ripping through my fragile cervix and tearing my womb apart. I keep crying out for more as I feel his dick settling among my guts, pushing deeper and deeper. Before long, he's gotten into my rib-cage, and it's getting hard for me to breathe. He must be pressing on my lungs. I can feel that knot struggling to overcome resistance; god, I hope he gets it in and tears me apart!

He starts thrusting, each push tearing my insides up more and more. My whole body is flooded with so much pleasure and pain, I can hardly take it. He might be even better than the mastiff from down the street! Then, his hands close around my neck, and he squeezes, hard. My throat clamps shut under the grip, and I can't breathe anymore. He just keeps squeezing tighter and tighter, like he's trying to crush my neck in his grasp. I'm getting dizzy, probably from blood loss and lack of air. Please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum...

He shoves me down on his cock harder than ever before. I can feel that knot starting to sink in, my flesh ripping open to make way. Finally, the dam breaks, and my cunt completely splits open to let it in, his cock sinking so deep inside of me that his tip strains against the grip he has on my throat. I can feel his knot slamming into my pelvis and cracking it in half to make way; that drives me over the edge, and my ruined pussy sprays blood and kitty juice all over his crotch. As he keeps his grip on my throat, I start to go cross-eyed; I won't last much longer. Then, he grips even tighter, and I can feel my neck snapping under the pressure. My head jerks to the side for a moment, and everything goes dark...

I slowly blink awake, feeling a bit more energetic than than after my last nap. It only takes a moment for me to stretch out and get up. The house smells funny. It smells like bread, and there's a dog smell in here. It smells like... What was his name again? Terry. Yeah, that's it. I look around, and sure enough, Terry's sitting on the couch, chatting away with Peter about this and that. I don't care what they're talking about anymore; all I care about is remembering how good Terry made me feel when I was dying on his cock.

I hop up onto the couch, bunting against Terry's lap and purring. This friend is a keeper. He reaches back to feel at my rear, but I swat at his hand with my tail. I'm not in the mood right now. Hoping he gets the message, I start paying attention to their conversation for a moment.
Peter's talking. "Yeah, she's not always in the mood. Best to wait until she bugs you if you wanna snuff her. Sometimes if you try to start it, she'll be in the mood, but most of the time, she won't want to do anything she doesn't start."

That's good enough for me. With that, I go back to blissfully ignoring the conversation, resting my head in Terry's lap. His crotch smells like dog cum, and like my blood. I love those smells. I notice some movement coming from the backyard; I look over at the glass door, and there's a few crows outside gathering around something. Curious, I get up and head over to the door to get a look at what they're doing. Sure enough, there's a dead me out there, all stretched out and broken. I didn't realize how much damage he did; my cunt got turned into a big, bloody cavern. It's kind of hot, looking at how ruined I am out there, but I've had my fill of dying for now. I head back to the living room and lay down next to Terry again. I need to give this dog some more loving, so he'll come back and snuff me again later.