"The champ still giving you trouble?" Dodger asked his young companion, the two of them walking down the streets of New York, a few steps behind the rest of the gang.

Oliver looked up at the Jack Russell Terrier, a reluctant look on his face from the question.

"Umm... A little." Oliver answered, scratching the back of his head as he did "I mean, she's not as bad a sshe used to be, but she can still be a pain. She makes me do chores for her and stuff, and sometimes she dresses me up like a girl. She still teases me too, calls me a "big, strong man" in that childish tone, and sometimes she still gets jealous when I'm hanging out with Jenny."

Dodger scoffed at the kitten's statements.

"Sounds like you could use one of ol' Dodger's tricks for the dames~" The canine smoothly suggested, giving his companion a wink. "Something that works every time, kid.

Oliver's face changed to one of interest, as well as an evil little smile of his own.

"What'd you have in mind?"

The older male chuckled, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and guiding him away.

"Just a little something I... "Borrowed" from a voodoo shop." He answered, reaching into his jacket pocket. "Guess there really is some kinda magic out there~"

Quickly and subtly, the terrier pulled out something that puzzled the young cat.

It looked like some kind of whistle. Long, thin, metal, and a few holes.

"A dog whistle?" Oliver asked, staring at the object.

"Ain't just a dog whistle, kid." Dodger stated, leaning down to speak to him in a hushed tone, so as not to alert the rest of the gang. "It's a real babe magnet, if you catch my drift~"

It would appear that Oliver didn't catch it, as his eyebrow just rose on her face in a confused look.

"Uhhh... Huh?"

Dodger gave him a chuckle, before shaking his head.

"Here, lemme show ya~" He suggested, standing back up and speaking out loud. "Yo guys, listen up."

On cue, Francis, Rita, Tito and Einstein stopped in their tracks and turned around to look at their leader.

"We're gonna divvy for a mo'. Rita, you come with me and the kid to that construction site on the west end, see if there's any tools they're not using."

The saluki turned her body around and joined with the dog and cat.

"Francis, fetch us our din-din for the evening. And this time, don't forget."

The bulldog shot him a n insulted look, although he knew there was some merit to the statement.

"Hmph. You think me so foolhardy as to be distracted again? I should think not." Francis defended himself, before turning around and heading off.

"Tito, Einy. Dig for treasure at the junkyard. Those ritzy types just got their garbage taken this morning; bound to be something useful for Fagin in there."

Einstein nodded at his orders, before barking happily and taking off, with Tito hot on his heels.

"Oh boy! Digging through junk!" The Great Dane announced, sounding excited for the activity.

"C'mon, big guy, we gotta hustle, man!" The Chihuahua exclaimed, before the three remaining gang members continued on their way.

"Alright, let's get moving." The only bitch of the group suggested, heading in the direction of the building lot.

Letting her take the lead, Dodger shot Oliver a knowing look, the latter still not sure where this whole thing was heading.

"You're gonna see something magical, kid~"

As soon as they had turned a corner to an alleyway, a shortcut to their destination, the pack's leader decided to put his demonstration; he pulled the whistle out of his pocket again and brought it to her mouth.

"Hey, Rita." He spoke up, prompting the saluki to turn around, just as he blew into the little metal stick.

As soon as his breath rang through the instrument, the effects were immediate.

Rita's eyes immediately bulged, looking like she was staring into space, as her body went as stiff as a statue.

Oliver's eyes went wide as well; Rita was like his mom, so anything bad happening to her worried him greatly.

"Rita, are you okay? What's happening?!" He asked frantically, rushing over to the canine.

"Easy, kid." Dodger assured, grabbing his shoulder. "She's just fine, just waiting for her man to tell her what to do~"

The feline looked up at him in disbelief, before looking back at the frozen dog, and his face still looking worried.

"Watch this." The Jack Russell suggested, looking back at the bitch. "'Ey, 'babe'~"

As soon as he uttered those words, Rita's face changed to a dreamy smile, gazing lovingly at Dodger, almost matching his own usual flirty charisma.

"You miss me~?"

In an instant, the canine's entire demeanour changed, as her tail swished and she began walking up to the other dog, a suggestive swing of her hips with each step she took towards him.

"Every second we're apart~" She answered him flirtatiously, resting against his chest and feeling his muscles up, batting her eyelids at him. "Studmuffin~"

Oliver's jaw dropped as his eyes became as round as plates, seeing Rita acting this way towards his friend, who was smirking back at her.

Dodger turned to look at the kitten, enjoying the bewildered look on his face at what was happening.

"See? Told ya, kid. Magic~" He stated, before looking back down at the saluki. "You wanna get more 'comfortable'?"

Once again, as soon as that suggestion was spoken, Rita acted in a way that shocked the spectating kitty.

Getting off the "studmuffin", Rita slipped her arms out of her leather jacket, letting it drop to the ground, leaving her top half in her vest.

"I always do, for you, handsome~" She cooed, reached her hands to the bottom of her sleeveless shirt next

"W- Wait, is she-" Oliver began asking, unsure if he was seeing this right, although he was about to get confirmation on such.

She proceeded to grab the hem and lift it over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in just her bra now.

The cat's jaw dropped and her felt his blood freeze in his veins.

'Geez, she's actually stripping! Right here in the open!' He thought, a part of him wanting to look away and be a gentleman.

"You wanna see the rest~?" Dodger inquired, nudging the red-faced cat with his elbow, his face as smug as could be.

The boy looked up at him, and then back at the bitch after she giggled flirtatiously, who had already removed her bra, exposing something magical to him.

***

That image of what Rita showed him was burned into his mind for the rest of his day. And he was sure, for the rest of his life as well.

It was something many lads, mostly those a little older than him, would happily kill to see, even just for a moment. And he just got a full view of it, essentially for free.

It was a bit of trick to act normal for the rest of the day, both to the gang and the Jenny when he got home.

She noticed his state a few times that day and kept asking him if he was okay, fearing he had a fever or something. And despite how many times he told her that he was fine, he could see she was worried.

And of course, Georgette didn't help with it. In her usual teasing, condescending tone, the poodle would mock him for being such a mess, calling him a "sick wittle kitten", or a "poor, helpless baby" who needed his mommy's help.

He was so focused on the thought of that dog's tits, that he couldn't pay attention to much else, and was barely able to get the chores done in the evening, despite his best efforts.

But after so many gruelling hours of the day, nightime had finally arrived, and it was time to put his plan into action.

Oliver checked the wall clock. 10pm. An hour past Jenny's bedtime, and the girl was fast asleep by now. Which was more than could he said for him.

The kitten was still wide awake, and wouldn't be getting any sleep until the early hours of the morning. Even if he chickened out of this whole thing.

'I hope this works...' He thought, standing up from his sleeping spot and quietly walking over to the door, before stopping and turning back, looking at the sleeping girl to ensure she was definitely asleep.

It was a shame he'd have to sneak out on her, but this was his only chance.

He opened the door and snuck out, slowly closing the door behind him, and making his way across the upstairs hall, towards the poodle's private dwellings.

With the whistle Dodger lent him in hand, each quiet step he toom made his heart beat a little louder, sweat pouring down his fur.

'Come on, Oliver. Just like Dodger said...' The cat tried reassuring himself, stopping just before the door, and taking a deep breath. 'Just play it cool... Give her those trigger word things, and she'll be under your thumb...'

The boy's hand hovered above the knob, his mind trying to muster up the courage to actually follow through.

'This is it. Now or never!' He thought, his grip tightening on the whistle, and opening the door with a forceful shove, alerting the poodle of his presence.

As soon as she heard her door open up, Georgette's head turned from her magazine, staring daggers at the intruder.

"What are you doing in here!? Get out!" The dog barked, glaring viciously at the kitten. "Right now! Shoo!"

With a nervous pause at the loud greeting, the kitten blew into the whistle, and on cue, Georgette's demeanour immediately changed.

Her glare melted away, replaced by a blank face, awaiting instructions.

Oliver could feel his heart racing faster.

He had done it... He had actually done it... She was all his...

The moment of triumph, and the knowledge that the poodle was all his, made the cat grin from ear to ear.

Only question was, would he be a gentleman and use this new advantage for good, make her treat him better and stop treating him as an inferior? Or go Dodger's route and take her as a slave, using her to his hearts content?

A little voice inside his head screamed at him not to do anything too rash, and not cross the line.

But through louder voice in his head, the one that grew on volume with every teasing remark, every condescending comment, every mocking nickname, told him otherwise.

And he was inclined to listen to it.

'Okay... You got her right where you want her...' He thought, grinning wider. 'Now, its your turn to have some fun with her...'

Clearing his throat a little, Oliver stood up tall, putting the whistle back in his pyjama pocket.

"Okay, Georgette... Listen to what I'm about to tell you..."

***

With all the new instructions clear in her mind, the poodle was ready to be played with.

The kitten had hoped her had done everything right; the way that Dodger had taught him.

Whistle blown? Check. Empty-looking face? Check. New keywords given? Check.

She wasn't acting out of sorts, so he was pretty sure he had it down.

'Okay, here goes...' The kitten thought, looking down at the dog. 'I just gotta say one of the things she's supposed to react to, and it'll start...'

After a deep breath and a following exhale, the moment of truth & point of no return came.

"G- Ge- George- ette..." He whispered with a shaky voice, ready to test his first trigger word. "I- It's t- ti- time t- to return t- to 'normal'..."

When he finished that sentence, the canine blinked a few times, seemingly coming back to her senses, before her gaze shot to the cat's, glaring viciously.

"Oh. It's you. What are you doing in here?" Georgette hissed, looking the young cat up and down, scowling at him.

Oliver knew that there was no turning back from this, but he was willing to commit himself to his plan. After coming this far, there was no sense in stopping now, anyway.

Besides, if this worked out, he could finally make living with her bearable.

"I... I was j- just seeing i- if you were okay..." The cat spoke, stuttering a little.

The canine scoffed, before her face became a glare.

"That's VERY thoughtful, boy(!)" The poodle said with a sarcastic tone. "But I don't believe I asked for your concern. Now get back to bed; you're interrupting my beauty sleep. I'll punish you for your intrusion tomorrow."

As harsh as her tone was, it was perfect for him to put the next part of his plan into action.

"O- Okay, then..." The kitten continued, turning around as if to exit the bedroom. "I was just worried about the 'monsters' getting you..."

As soon as he said that last part, the next trigger in Georgette's mind kicked in, and her attitude changed dramatically. With the emphasis on "drama".

Suddenly, a crippling fear overwhelmed the prissy poodle's whole psyche, and she shot up from her bed.

"M- Monsters?!" She exclaimed, her body trembling in fear, and her voice becoming just as shaky. "Wh- Wha- What monsters?!"

Oliver had to resist the urge to grin as he heard her panicked voice.

'Bingo.' He thought, smiling internally, before looking back at her.

"You know, the big and scary 'monsters'." He continued, trying his best not to grin, feigning the innocent look. "They're coming to get you, so that's why I came here."

The dog's eyes widened, grabbing one of her dozen pillows for comfort, as her breath got short & rapid.

"But I guess you don't want me here for 'protection'..." The feline said, putting a slight whine in his voice, knowing the next keyword was about to activate. 

This one greatly complimented the previous trigger; the poodle now felt a strong necessity to be holding the kitten close to her, like her very life depended on it.

Sure enough, just as he started heading for the door, ready to leave the terrified pooch on her own, he heard her call out to him.

"W- Wait! D- Don't leave me alone, Oliver!" She shouted, jumping out of her bed and rushing over, grabbing onto his arm with a pleading look on her face. "I- I need you! I'm s- so scared!"

It was all going as planned, and Oliver had to bite his tongue not to grin at her desperate words. Still, he wanted to relish more.

"But you told me to get out. And you were pretty mean..." He answered, feigning an upset tone.

The dog's eyes went wide again, gripping his arm tighter.

"Oliver, please don't leave me!" Georgette begged, getting on her knees. "I'm sorry I was so rude to you! Please stay! I'll do whatever you want! Just... Don't leave me alone, pleeease~!"

The poodle was literally begging him, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

It did make him feel guilty, seeing her feeling genuinely afraid like this, but then again, was this really more than she deserved? For all the things she's put him through?

'No. This is what she deserves.' The kitten thought, trying to convince himself of his actions.

"I don't know, Georgette..." He answered her, shrugging his shoulders. "You never let me in your room, you always make me do stuff for you, you tease me and call me mean names."

The canine's lip began to quiver, and the tears flowed a little faster, looking like she was about to break.

"Please, Oliver... I'll do anything! Please, darling, don't leave me alone..."

Georgette sounded so pathetic, it was almost sad. If she could hear herself, she'd probably be disgusted with herself, and would certainly have a few choice words for how tonight was going.

But right now, she was under his control, and she was ready to obey him.

Satisfied with how she'd degraded herself so far, it was time for the boy to really enjoy himself.

"Well, since you're asking nicely, I guess I could stay." The cat responded, making her face light up in relief.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Georgette cried out, throwing her arms around the boy and hugging him tightly, as if her life depended on it.

Oliver blushed at her tight embrace, feeling her generous bosom press against his face, which made her  want to test out the next command.

The one that Dodger and Rita inspired earlier today.

Once Georgette released him from her cleavage, she looked like she was about to say something else, but the boy beat her to it.

"First, I want you to feel 'comfortable'." He told her, triggering the next effect in her mind.

All of a sudden, the poodle felt a strong sense of disdain about her silky pyjamas, grimacing about how they felt on her body.

The expensive nightwear felt swelted, itchy and graining against her fur, and she couldn't stand to have them on a second longer.

"My words... These are horrible..." The poodle announced, before her hands went to her pyjama top. "You don't mind, do you, Oliver?"

Without waiting for an answer, she unbuttoned the silk shirt, tossing it aside and leaving her breasts bare.

The young cat felt his blood freeze as the large boobs were on display, the soft orbs of flesh jiggling with her movements.

Not only were they bigger than Rita's, but they looked even softer, and the way the lights reflected off her nipples and fur, made them look almost like an angel's.

"Much better~" Georgette sighed, feeling the air hit her skin, before looking at her PJ bottoms. "Now to dispose of you, too~"

She quickly pulled her trousers down and tossed them aside, leaving her naked, and letting her plush rump hang free.

Oliver's jaw dropped once more, unable to believe his eyes, as he watched the poodle strip before him.

Her lower cheeks were even rounder and softer than they looked, and her nethers were looking as pristine as ever.

In the blink of an eye, the canine was totally nude, and standing up straight, smiling at the boy.

"Ahh, that's much better, thank you." Georgette declared, before noticing the boy's red face. "Hmm? Is something wrong?"

The cat didn't answer, too shocked and entranced by her beauty.

"D- Does... Does this feel more comfortable for you, Georgette?"

"Of course. Now, let's get together in my bed, where it's safe from those horrible monsters." She suggested, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to her king sized bed, pushing him down onto the mattress, and getting under the sheets. "Stay close to me, Oliver. I'm so scared..."

'This is really happening... We're actually doing it...' The young cat thought, his heart beating fast.

The poodle laid her head down on her pillow, looking over at the kitten.

"Come on, darling. Get under the covers with me. They won't get us if we're together."

With a nervous gulp, the cat did as she told him, lifting the sheets and slipping inside, laying next to the older canine.

Once he was inside, Georgette's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, her face inches from his, and her boobs pressing against his face.

Naturally, he felt flustered at the contact of the bare chest pillows against him like this, feeling so many unusual emotions running through his once-innocent mind

"You're sweating, Oliver." The poodle cooed, nuzzling her face against his. "You're not scared as well, are you?"

"N- No, Georgette... I- It's not t- that..." He whispered back, his cock beginning to harden, poking the dog's torso.

It didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Hmm? Oh, I see..." She started, looking down, before looking back up at him. "It was my body, wasn't it?"

Oliver gulped, blushing deeply, before giving her a nod.

"Y- Yes, Georgette..."

"Poor, sweet thing. You won't get to sleep in such an aching condition, will you?" The older dog asked, her hand slipping under the covers, and stroking the hard member. "Here, I'll take care of it."

Her hands grasped his shaft, rubbing her thumb along the tip.

The sudden movement startled him, not having expected her do such a thing to him, but he didn't get the chance to stop her.

"You've been so kind, agreeing to stay here with me. It's the least I could do for you." She continued, jerking him off beneath the sheets.

The kitten couldn't stop himself from moaning, feeling her soft, slender fingers rub his aching cock.

"Ohhh, Georgette~" He groaned, his body shivering in pleasure, his cock throbbing.

She was pumping him like a professional, her hand moving quickly along his length, making his body tingle.

"Mmm, that's it, darling. Let all the stress out~" The poodle cooed sweetly, continuing her work on his proud little member. "It's not healthy to keep it all bottled in. You need to release it."

"O- Okay..." He whispered, his breathing heavy and his voice shaky, feeling the canine's hand glide across his penis.

Seeing his pleasured face made her smile, and she wanted to make this as nice for him as possible. Seeing how rude she had been to him and how forgiving he had been, even keeping her safe from the creatures coming for her. She knew she didn't deserve it, yet he had given it to her.

It made her want to pamper and spoil him... And she had an idea how to do it.

Swiftly grabbing his wrist with her free hand, the poodle pulled them over to one of her plump breasts, letting him touch them.

"Go ahead, darling. Have a feel~" She offered, giving him a smile.

The cat was hesitant to act on her invitation, unsure of what he was allowed to do, but his instincts kicked in and helped guide him.

Oliver's hands opened out and took a gentle hold of her mammary, his fingers sinking into the pliable flesh.

They were just as soft and supple as he imagined, if not softer, and even more pleasant than he could've guessed.

In response, his shaft grew even harder in her grip, throbbing and oozing pre.

"Ohhh, yes, darling~" Georgette instructed, her tone becoming slightly lustful, trying to get him even more aroused to make the sensation even better for him. "Go on. Squeeze my big, plump, soft tits~"

As soon as those words registered in his mind, his grip tightened and he squeezed her bosom, his palms and fingers pressing into her flesh, his shaft twitching with pleasure.

Even with his eyes tightly closed like this, he could picture the pair of bouncy boobs clear as a bell. Every square inch of those perfect globes. The soft, tender orbs. The perky, pointy nipples.

"I hope you love them, darling..." She groaned, feeling the cat knead her tits as she kept going, whispering into his ear. "Or... Maybe it's my bum, that you're thinking about~"

"A- Aaaahhhh...!" He exclaimed as quietly as he could, his hips bucking a little when she mentioned the other important part of her body.

"Imagine my big, beautiful bottom~?" The poodle teased, feeling his rod start to twitch, knowing what would be coming soon. "My soft, round, bouncy bumcheeks, how they're get so-"

*Squirt*

Correction, what would be coming right now.

Without further warning, Oliver came, releasing his load and shooting it out onto the poodle's hand.

"Ooooh, you sweet boy~" She cooed, watching the kitten shoot his jizz. "That's it, darling. Keep shooting that icky, hot cum out of you, just like that~"

Her words only made him ejaculate harder, the canine's praise and encouragement sending him over the edge, his spunk squirting out like a fountain.

By the time it subsided, Oliver felt his whole body go limp, his mind a hazy mess as he fell onto the bed, panting heavily, his face flushed red.

"There we go. I hope you feel, Oliver." The poodle cooed, stroking his cheek with her clean hand and looking tenderly into his tired eyes. "Now that you're satisfied, you'll keep me safe from those... Monsters?"

"Y... Yeah..." The cat whispered, slowly nodding once, his voice sounding weak.

The canine smiled, looking relieved at his answer, before making her next move.

Closing her eyes, the poodle puckered her lips and inched closer to his face.

Oliver saw what she was about to do, but with how tired and out of it he was, he didn't get the chance to protest or stop her, or even brace himself for it.

The second her lips made contact, he could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment.

She was actually kissing him. Georgette was actually kissing him! On the lips!

His first kiss! And it was with her!

His mind was in a frenzy, and his heart was beating out of his chest, but he lacked the energy to react.

It was the strangest sensation he had ever felt, and it made his body feel numb.

After what felt like an eternity, yet also not lasting long enough, Georgette broke the kiss, and gave him a sweet, loving smile, before gently pulling him closer to let him rest his head down on her personal chest pillows, hugging him tenderly.

"Sweet dreams, Darling..." She whispered closing her eyes again.

In her mind, this was the best possible outcome to this scary night. Even if she was surrounded by those terrifying monsters, she had her kitty to protect her, and she had made him happy in return.

She was safe, now.

Oliver was feeling a bit more satisfied with the events of the night, but he couldn't bring himself to stay awake to consider how he was feeling on the inside at the moment.

On the outside, he was in the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in, and it was beckoning him to sleep.

The boy couldn't fight it off, and eventually succumbed, falling into a peaceful slumber.

His final thoughts were on the fact that he had successfully made Georgette his.