Waking up the next morning, Oliver found a comfort incomparable to any he had felt before.

He felt so warm and comfortable, like lying on a white fluffy cloud, and the sounds were faint.

As he gradually awoke from his sweet-dream sleep, the first thing the cat could hear was a sound of a heartbeat, slow and rhythmic.

Opening his eyes and adjusting to the light, the first thing he saw was a white mass, blocking his vision.

"Mmmm... Good morning, my hero~"

That voice sounded familiar.

Lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes,  the boy could see the source of his blissful comfort and what the mass was; the dog's bosom.

Georgette.

He was resting his head on her breasts.

The memories of last night flashed before his eyes, and he smiled as he remembered how things had ended.

The kitten could feel his shaft beginning to harden, and he could feel his face turning red already.

Likewise, the poodle was smiling to see him, looking thankful to him just to be alive.

It was hardly a guess why; as far as she knew, if she hadn't convinced him to forgive her and let him sleep with her last night, she'd have been torn to shreds or eaten alive by those... Monsters.

But instead, she was here, with her darling, safe and sound, and still in one piece.

"Did you sleep well, darling?" She asked, smiling lovingly at him, her arms still wrapped around his body.

"Y- Yeah, thanks..." Oliver answered, his voice a bit groggy, but he still managed a smile back.

"No, dear. Thank YOU." The canine stated, before stroking his forehead. "You saved me. You gave me protection from those wretched creatures."

The kitten took a moment to remember all that happened last night, before his mouth curled into a smirk.

"Oh, yeah... Those 'monsters' were really close to getting you." He remarked, making the poodle shudder and shake when she heard the trigger word again.

"R- Really cl- close?" She replied, looking around the room with a concerned look. "B- But... They're gone now, aren't they? Please tell me they're gone!"

Oliver might have let this power go to his head already, but he knew he had to work this carefully. Since it was now daytime, he knew that her random fears would draw some suspicion from Jenny, if she caught wind of her being like this.

Luckily, he had prepared for that.

"I don't know, Georgette." The young cat started, shrugging his shoulders. "The mummies, vampires and ghosts are gone, but the worst one of all is still around you."

The dog's gaze quickly snapped to his face, her eyes widening.

"Wh- What!? Th- The w- wo- worst one?!" She exclaimed, her face filled with horror.

"Yeah. They're always hiding, waiting for the perfect time to strike." He told her, putting a frightened expression on his face.

From the look on her face, the kitten could guess that her fur would've turned white if it wasn't already.

"W- W- Who are they?! WHAT are they?!" She cried, her eyes frantically darting around the room, searching for the supposed enemy.

Oliver took the moment to let out a little giggle, quiet enough for her not to notice, before he looked at her with a somewhat straight face and answered, with another trigger word that he was keeping as a backup.

"You worst fear..." He told her, leaning closer and whispering into her ear. "'Spiders'."

The moment those two words were said, the canine's entire demeanour changed, a horrified expression crossing her features, and her fur standing on end.

"EEEEEK!" Georgette screamed, throwing the covers over herself and Oliver, holding him tightly under the sheets, shivering violently.

In her mind, thoughts of the 8-legged arachnids crawled along the walls, floor and ceiling, ready to pounce and attack her, or inject her with poison, or even turn her into one of their own.

The kitten tried to stifle a chuckle as he heard her terrified voice.

"Oh my gosh, they're everywhere!" The poodle shrieked, feeling the imaginary creepy crawlies on her, and her heart racing. "Don't let them get me, Oliver! Please don't let them get me!"

"Don't worry, Georgette. They're not gonna get you, as long as I'm here." The boy assured, giving her a smirk, before elaborating. "Spiders don't like cats, so if they come anywhere near me, they'll get chased away."

Hearing him say that gave the dog great relief, and she loosened her grip a little, lifting him up to look him in the eye.

"Th- Thank goodness for that, Oliver. I owe you my life." Georgette stated, giving him a grateful look. "You're my hero, darling."

The feline's face went a little red, but he still smiled back.

"You're welcome, Georgette." He replied, looking away awkwardly as he blushed from her praise. "It's no big deal..."

"Of course it's a big deal, Oliver." She countered, sounding slightly condescending, but with a playful smile. "It means the world to me that you're willing to protect me like this, especially after how I've treated you. At the very least, you deserve a reward of sorts."

Hearing her mention this gave Oliver a few ideas, but it also made his mind return to last night, before their fun began, and what she threatened him with.

"Are you sure?" He asked, giving her an innocent look. "Last night, you said you were going to punish me for coming in here..."

The canine paused and thought about what he said, and she gave a soft sigh.

"Darling, I was so rude to you last night." She responded, giving him an apologetic look. "It's no wonder you came in here, you were worried for me."

"Yeah, I was." He agreed, a slight whine in his tone. "And you told me to get out, and you were so mean to me..."

The older dog gave a sad expression, her lower lip quivering a little.

"I'm sorry, Oliver." She apologized, looking into his eyes. "You didn't deserve such mistreatment from me, and you certainly don't deserve any kind of punishment. If anyone does, it's me."

The kitten felt his shaft begin to twitch a little, and a smirk tugged at his lips, but he managed to maintain his pouting expression.

"What were you planning to do to me, anyway?" He asked, pretending to look hurt.

"Oh, dear... I was just going to spank you, darling." The poodle answered, her face flushing a little. "But seeing how I'm the one who should be punished, it would be more fitting if... You spanked me."

Oliver's eyes widened at her suggestion, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Y- You want me to spank you?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"I'm the one who was wrong, darling. Not you." She told him, looking regretful and submissive. "You should be the one in charge here, and I should be taking the punishment."

It was a lot for the kitten to take in. He could actually punish the dog he lived with and got orders from, and she would even let him!

He never imagined a moment like this, and now, his dream was coming true.

"Okay, then. Turn around and lie down." He instructed her, trying to sound commanding.

"Certainly, darling." Georgette obeyed, letting go of the cat and laying down on her front, letting him get a view of her plump, soft rear.

The kitten had to restrain himself from drooling over the sight.

"So... You were gonna spank me, were you?" Oliver asked, crawling onto her legs, his cock rock hard.

"Yes, dear..." The poodle answered, her eyes looking straight ahead, bracing herself for her punishment. "Go ahead, then. Punish my big, soft, round bum, as much as you like."

The cat couldn't stop himself from grinning, feeling the anticipation building up inside him.

He lifted his hand and swung it forward, bringing his palm down against her bottom.

*Smack*

It wasn't a hard strike, but the feeling of her plush skin and silky fur brushing against his palm made him shudder, his member twitching, and a small amount of precum oozing out already.

"Mmm." Georgette let out a soft moan,  before speaking up. "Again, darling."

Oliver obliged, lifting his hand and bringing it back down.

*Smack*

Another softer impact, his fingers sinking into her flesh, and his heart rate picking up, his face flushing and his cock growing even harder.

"More, darling." She groaned, biting her lower lip.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

His strikes were getting a little faster, unable to control himself any longer, and Georgette's moans were increasing.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

By now, her cheeks were becoming slightly redder, but her face was showing pleasure.

Her old self would've been humiliated and disgusted, and would've been screaming at the boy, ordering him to stop and get off her right this instant.

But she had no interest in what her nasty, selfish old self wanted, or what her nasty, selfish old self thought anymore.

Right now, the only thing she cared about was pleasing her darling, the young boy who was protecting her from the 'monsters', and the kind, forgiving kitten who was her hero.

The boy who had every reason to leave her alone and vulnerable to the creatures, and yet he didn't, instead choosing to keep her safe, and she was grateful for that.

He deserved her utmost respect, and she was happy to give it.

"Keep going, Oliver." The poodle told him, her tone encouraging and loving. "Make me repent for all my misdeeds."

She was more than happy to submit herself to him, and she would show her devotion through this spanking.

Likewise, he was happy to give her what she deserved.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

With each smack, her cheeks jiggled, and the feline could feel his member twitching more, the pre leaking from his cock, and he knew what would happen if he kept going.

"G- Georgette, I-"

"It's okay, Oliver." She cut him off, knowing where this was going, and smiling at him. "My bum is lovely; I don't blame you. I'll help you finish, if you'd like."

The cat had to pause a second to take in what she said, before smiling and deciding to take her up on that offer.

"O- Okay." He answered, his face red and his voice shaky, but a small smile on his lips.

"Come here, then." She told him, beckoning him with her finger.

Doing as she instructed, Oliver shuffled forward, his member hovering over the dog's head, and the latter looking up at the former.

"Now, just hold still, darling." Georgette instructed, leaning closer, before opening her mouth and closing her lips around his shaft.

Oliver could feel his heart beating out of his chest as his member was surrounded by her warm, wet tongue, the dog's teeth gently scratching his cock.

It was a feeling indescribable to the cat, like she was an expert, and the noises escaping her were almost lewd, like a slurping noise.

He wanted to enjoy this forever, but he knew that his release would be coming soon.

And sure enough, just as predicted, the boy came, shooting his seed into her mouth.

"Ge- Georgette! I- I'm- Aaaahh!"

The poodle hummed an understanding response, and Oliver came, his load shooting into her maw.

The kitten was panting heavily, his cock throbbing and the dog's mouth filling with his cum, her throat swallowing the load.

Eventually, his release died down, and his orgasm ceased, the poodle's mouth empty.

As she released his cock, the cat could see his shaft was covered in her saliva, and she looked up at him, licking her lips.

"Delicious~" Georgette purred, her smile matching his, as he got off her and laid down next to her.

"That was... Wow..." Oliver whispered, his eyes glazed and his breathing laboured, a tired look on his face.

"You're very welcome, my dear." She cooed, stroking his head. "I hope it was as pleasurable for you, as it was for me."

"It was, Georgette. I... I loved it..." He told her, a blush forming on his face.

The dog's face lit up at his words, a warm smile crossing her features.

"I'm glad." She answered, a sweet tone to her voice. "Come here, darling~"

Oliver shuffled closer, and the poodle's hand guided him, before pressing their lips together, the young boy's hands resting on her bosom.

"Mmm..."

He was amazed; he couldn't even take his own spunk on her breath. She must've just been that talented.

The dog's arms wrapped around the kitten, pulling him into a close hug, deepening the kiss and making the moment all the more tender.

When she broke it a few moments later, it felt too soon for him, but her loving expression told him not to worry.

"Thank you again, Oliver." Georgette stated, her eyes full of gratitude and joy, before she began pulling the covers off herself. "Now, I need to have my morning shower. You understand, I still need my privacy."

She moved off the bed, walking towards the bathroom, her naked form swaying as she did so, with the kitten's gaze glued to her plush bottom.

And it was then rather he had an idea, as that evil grin returned to his face.

"Okay, then." He called, sitting up on the bed, knowing she could still hear him. "Just watch out for any 'spiders' in there."

Just as the boy had hoped, the dog froze in place, her body shaking, and her fur standing on end.

"If you're all alone, I can't give you my 'protection'." Oliver continued, feigning concern, watching her reactions carefully.

As he expected, those triggers made her crave his comfort and safety, even if it meant sacrificing her personal time.

"O- On second thought..." Georgette began, turning her head back to face the cat, her eyes wide with fear. "I- If you're not busy... Would you care to join me?"

'Bingo.' He thought, hiding his devious smile, nodding once.

"Of course." He answered, a somewhat innocent smile on his face, as he hopped off the bed and joined her towards the bathroom.

Amazingly, she even held his hand, a tender smile on her face, as they entered the room.

Seeing her bathroom and how luxurious it was, the boy had to admit, he was a little jealous of the older dog.

A large bathtub & shower, a throne-looking toilet, a massive mirror and an amazing view of the city, which the cat had to admit, did make the room look a lot better.

He was just surprised it wasn't all made of gold.

But that wasn't important right now.

The poodle went over to the shower, reaching inside to turn it on, as the powerful jets of water began flowing out.

"Alright, we're all ready." She announced, her back still facing the kitten, giving him a great view of her rump. "Now, I wouldn't want you sitting idol while I clean myself, so why don't you wash me?"

'You don't have to ask me twice~' He thought, smirking a little.

"Okay, then..." The boy replied outloud, trying to sound a little curious.

"You're going to have to stay behind me, Oliver." Georgette informed him, giving him a glance back. "My bum's quite big, as you see, so it'll be a big timesave if you help me with it."

'This is a dream come true.' Oliver thought, a big grin on his face, and his cock getting harder by the second.

"Sure, Georgette." He replied, his eyes glued to her cheeks, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

Like all was normal in the world, the canine stepped into the shower, leaving enough room for him to join her.

Oliver stepped in behind her, and the second he was under the water, the hot liquid hit his face, making him feel all the more heated.

"Here's the soap, darling." Georgette handed him a small, expensive looking bar, which was white with some pink swirls inside. "Take as long as you need with my bum. I know there's a lot of room to cover, so take your time."

"You're not kidding..." He agreed, taking the soap in his hands, and lathering up his palms. "It's huge!"

"I'm aware." She answered, smirking a little. "Not that I'm ashamed of it~ Now, if you'd please..."

Once his hands were nice and soapy, the kitten got to work, putting his hands on her cheeks, and digging his fingers into her flesh.

"There we go." The poodle remarked, feeling the feline's fingers sink into her soft bottom. "That's it, darling. Make sure you don't miss an inch."

With that, she began humming to herself as she started to do her front half, starting with her face, while the kitten's hands roamed around her rear, rubbing and scrubbing the suds into her skin, kneading her butt and spreading the soap around.

It truly was an amazing feat of nature, despite how odd it felt for him to think that of such a thing.

Those two white, plump, soapy, now-soaking cheeks, staring straight into his heart and luring him in with unrelenting temptation.

Even the smallest of touches made his fingers sink into her bouncy flesh like a bowl of thick jelly, and he found himself almost as mesmerised by the erotic sight as she was by the whistle.

Every strand of wet fur clinging to her perfect backside was noticed by the perverted kitten, who took his time admiring the view.

This didn't go unnoticed by Georgette, who turned back to look at him just before she started on her armpits.

"Darling?" She spoke up, snapping his attention back to her, seeing the puzzled smile on her face. "I'm flattered you're so breath-taken by my bottom, but it isn't going to wash itself, and I DO have other things to do today."

The blush on the young cat's face deepened, as he cleared his throat and got back to work.

"R- Right... Sorry..." Oliver sheepishly replied, before getting back to scrubbing her plush butt.

Though the more he did so, the harder it got for him not to just have his way with her.

Seconds of washing ticked by, and he could feel that soft, luscious bottom drawing him in more and more, and his proud member growing all the harder.

A quick glance upwards showed him that the poodle was unaware of his struggle.

She just stood there, washing her formerly-poofy hair, humming to herself as he was forcing himself to hold back and not have his way with her.

And then came the breaking point.

Having been done with the shampoo, the poodle bent over to reach down for one of her 17 bottles of conditioner, presenting her perfect backside to him even more.

The way her magnificent cheeks spread as she moved her body like that was driving the boy crazy, and when he got a look at the glistening, wet, tight goodies buried within, it became too much for him to bear.

Without any restraint left, Oliver grasped the perfect buttcheeks by their sides and threw his face into the inviting crevasse before him.

"Ohhh!" Georgette exclaimed, feeling his little face bury itself in her personal chamber, looking back at him with a rightfully shocked expression.

Even just the way she tensed up like that caused her heavenly buttocks to follow suit, feeling like a velvety hug around his face.

And it was all the better for him and stranger for her, when she heard & felt him take a deep sniff of the insides of her crack, like he was trying to inhale her musk.

It was even more peculiar/unexpected for her when she quickly realised that his nose wasn't even on her lady bits as she might've at least expected, but instead, he was actually sniffing her tailhole!

Arguably the most disgusting reachable part of her body, and he was actually voluntarily whiffing it.

But rather than feel disgust of any kind as she normally would've, the effects of the hypnotic whistle and triggers were still in her mind, and she had a much different opinion on things.

She wasn't offended or outraged by his actions, but rather sympathetic.

He couldn't help himself; he was just a boy, and he had needs. It was natural for him to act on such urges, especially when he was in a position like he was.

Having such a stunning, magnificent bottom like hers right in front of him, naked, wet and defenceless, nothing but air and steam between it and his innocent eyes.

It wasn't fair for him to have to restrain himself like this, and it was even less fair that he was the one doing her a favor.

She felt guilty, not angry. She had no right to be mad at him, for what was essentially her fault.

And so, it was only right for her to right this wrong.

"Oliver..." She spoke up with a sigh, slowly making the kitten pull his face out of her arse.

With understandable nerves, the young cat moved his head back and looked up at her, expecting a condescending lecture about manners and respect, which would end with him needing to use his little toy again.

However, he was instead met with a sad gaze, looking remorseful about something, through her come-hither wet hair look.

Once he was out of her backside, she knelt down and looked at him in the eye, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"I... I'm sorry, my sweet...." She told him, sounding genuine with her words, even as she looked down at his raging manhood, letting out a sigh as she did.

"G- Georgette...?" The boy spoke up, sounding worried about whatever she was about to say next.

Did he make a wrong move? Did he act to quickly?

Before he got the chance to ask either, he was silenced by the feelings of her lips pressing into his, giving him a deep kiss.

The unexpected move took him by surprise, and his eyes widened when she invaded his mouth with her skillful tongue.

He was so stunned that he didn't even noticed when she began pulling herself back and broke the kiss off  letting the little string of saliva mix in with the shower water.

"I've been teasing you again, haven't I?" She asked, sounding as guilty as she looked, before her hand travelled down to take a gentle hold of his proud member.

Oliver could only gasp as his manhood was fondled by the older antrho, trying not to bust his nut all over her.

"I've had you looking at my naked bum for so long, and you haven't been given the chance to relieve yourself..." The poodle continued, letting go of him and getting on her hands & knees. "You're so pent up, and I'm having you here working for me, while having such a... Burden."

He was still too shocked by the moment to guess what was coming next, until she made that next move and he put two and two together.

"Even now, when I'm trying to be nice to you, I'm still causing you so much distress..." She carried on, turning around on all fours to present her glorious backside to him, sticking it out and looking back at him. "I've been so selfish to you. It's about time I really made things up to you, darling."

Oliver felt his heart race faster, seeing her in this position. There she was, presenting herself to him  literally asking him to use her.

It was way more intense than last night. She had just jerked him off with her hand until he made a hot, sticky mess in her bed, which she "cleaned up", but this...

This was something more than he felt like he was ready for.

He knew if he did this, he'd be crossing the line...

But on the other hand, he had already come this far. She was eating out the palm of his hand, and once it was over, she'd never be mean, rude or disregarding of him again.

So what it boiled down to was: could he commit to this depraved and immoral act, just so he wouldn't have to worry about her being nasty to him again?

And after only a second of thought, his mind was made up.

It was time to really put her in her place. She was offering herself, even insisting on it, he was hot and bothered, and there was a bright future ahead for him. All he needed to do was take it.

With a deep breath, the kitty grabbed onto her buttocks and inched himself forwards.

His fingers sank into him plush cheeks again, but his mind was elsewhere; he was trying to line his little rod up with her entrance, resisting the urge to back out.

As tempting as it was for her to just use her hand, her mouth or even her breasts to satisfy him, he wanted the real thing now.

"Go ahead, darling." The canine encouraged, bending over slightly more for him. "Insert yourself into me. Whichever one you'd like."

That suggestion sent a shudder up the boy's spine, knowing he could use her even more freely now, and she wouldn't complain.

But even so, he decided to take things slowly to start off with, and go with the more "natural" choice, for the time being.

Besides, that one was easier for him to reach, given the size difference between them.

With that, he aligned himself up with her vulnerable pussy and, with another shaky breath, rammed his little cock into her.

"Gaaaahhhh!" He exclaimed, echoing through the acoustics of her private bathroom, as he felt himself enter her nethers.

Georgette, on the other hand, didn't really react. The things she was used to having up there, whether organic or rubber, were all much larger than his little thing.

Still, she knew it was in there, and she didn't want him to stay pent up for any longer.

"There you go." She told him, pressing her plush butt back into his hips. "Back and forth, just like this. Let your tension and frustrations out, dearheart~"

Following her instruction, the young feline began pumping himself back and forth into her, feeling her moist vagina welcoming him with every thrust.

It was an incredible feeling for him, feeling her moist cavern envelop his shaft, despite how much room he left inside of her.

A feeling of mating instinct took over his mind and body, and before he knew it, he was leaning over her stunning body, resting his hands further up, on her lower back, thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace.

Even still, Georgette barely felt anything pleasurable, but that was okay. Just knowing she was rectifying her misdeeds from past days and making her little hero feel better was enough for her.

She knew she had a magnificent body, and she could hardly blame anyone for wanting a piece of it, let alone a sweet boy like him, who was nothing more than a victim of circumstance.

He had already done so much for her since last night alone, and this was the very least she could do for him in return.

Plus, the more he practised, the better he would be when he found himself a real girlfriend. That was, if she didn't decide to just keep him all to herself.

Regardless, it wasn't long before the boy could feel himself reaching his limit for the second tie that morning. And he could tell that it was going to be even stronger than the first.

"G- Gaahhh! G- Ge- Georgette!" Oliver exclaimed, echoing through the bathroom again, feeling that same swelling in his little body. "I- I f- feel l- li-!"

"It's okay, Oliver." She told him, still maintaining that tone of remorse as she was humped into. "Just let whatever happens come naturally."

She looked back at him again, moving her wet blue hair out of her eyes to see the concentrated look on his face as he did his best to blow his load.

And it was then that the thought came to her; she shouldn't just be allowing him to do this to her. Her body was responsible for getting him so pent up, to the point where he couldn't focus on the favor she asked for, so she needed to use that to help him along even further.

A smile appeared on her face, as she reached a hand back to her voluptuous rear, giving him a firm grasp and jiggling it about.

"Just keep thinking about my bottom, sweetie~" The poodle cooed, hoping her words would be sinking into his mind before he would cum, just as they did last night.

It seemed to work, if that painful groan and upwards lean he gave was anything for her to go by. So she decided to continue.

"My big, lovely, shapely, perfect bottom~" She continued, giving her rump a little shake, before she wound her hand back to deliver a sharp SMACK, echoing in the room with them, bringing the boy to his limit at last.

Oliver's mind was filled with the poodle's posterior, and one final thrust after that self-delivered spank was all he needed to reach the point of no return for the kitty.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He howled, feeling his balls swell up once again, before the contents of them were released into the canine's pussy.

Squirting his load into her, the cat felt new levels of euphoria, while the bitch just knelt there and took it for him, looking as unfazed as she was when he first put it in her.

Load after load was unleashed into her cunt, as he felt his energy draining from his body throughout the intense orgasm.

It lasted quite a few seconds, a good reason for that being the lewd thoughts about the beautiful ass he was humping into, and when it finally ended, the kitten was left a panting mess, slumping over on the dog's lower end.

Georgette looked back at him and giggled, giving him a flirty look.

"All done back there~?" She asked him sweetly, reaching over to help support him, slowly letting him pull himself out of her snatch.

He didn't have the energy to answer yet, instead just trying to catch his breath, as his fellow pet gently pulled him over so that he was in front of her, laying limply in her arms as she stared at him.

She looked so gorgeous with the wet-hair look, he had to admit.

No further words were shared between them, before he found their lips touching one another's in a tender moment.

And despite the sex they had just engaged in, this still took him by surprise, though he could hardly react to it, before she broke it off and helped him sit down, with his back against the wall.

"Now, you just sit there and time a moment to collect yourself~" She suggested, giving him a wink as she got back to cleaning herself off, standing up straight again. "I'll make sure to clean YOU off, when I'm done~"

That promise was enough to get a little twitch from the boy's shaft, and he found himself looking up to admire those incredible chest pillows, as well as the the tight-looking pussy that was a little closer to his level.

As soon as he got his strength back, he'd be back on his feet and ready for more.

***

The rest of the morning went off as normal. Once the shower was over and done with, both Jenny's beloved pets joined the young lady and her butler in the kitchen for breakfast.

Thankfully, she wasn't the one who made it. As thoughtful as she was, her culinary skills had a long way to go. Not that Oliver would've minded, though.

And Jenny's day continued as normal; she changed out of her PJ's, brushed her teeth and did her hair, before she got to play with her favorite kitty.

Georgette had watched the scene while grooming herself, and while she might have once get some disdain to the little furball for stealing her spotlight, she couldn't help smiling now.

After he heroically protected her from those horrible monsters, she couldn't think of any reason to dislike the little sweetheart.

But before she knew it, Jenny's time was up.

"Oh, there's the bus!" The girl announced, taking her bag from her butler, who made his way upstairs as she headed for the front door. "Bye, Oliver! Bye, Georgette!"

"Goodbye, Jenny!" The cat announced with a wave, as the poodle did the same with a flick of her fingers.

Only a second later, the child was out the door and the servant was upstairs, leaving the kitty and the poodle alone with one another.

"Ahh, alone at last~" Georgette cooed, smiling to the feline as she wrapped her hands under his arms and pulled him towards her. "Come here, you~"

Oliver didn't resist as he was pulled towards the poodle's cheek, who nuzzled him for a few seconds, before planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

Even though he should've been used to this kind of affection by now, it still made him blush.

He was already loving this new side of her; she couldn't keep her hands off him as soon as she got the chance.

Hardly a surprise; she thought she owed her life to him. At least, as far as she knew.

"W- Won't Winston find us?" The kitten asked sheepishly, only to be met with a loving gaze fro  the pampered poodle.

"I wouldn't worry about that, my little savior~" She cooed, stroking his cheek with her hands, gently starting to lay him down on the sofa. "That stupid wrestling match is on all morning; he won't bother us~"

Once the boy was down on his back, she loomed over him, batting her eyelids at him as she looked flirtatiously into his.

"Now, kiss me, sweet prince~"

Before he even got the chance to respond, the bitch closed her eyes and leaned down towards him, ready for that always-magic moment he was never ready for.

Their mouths inched closer and closer to one another, and Oliver could feel his heart beat louder with each second that passed.

"Ooooh, what a ladies' man~"

But the sudden voice caught both of their attention, making their hearts skip a beat at the idea of getting caught by someone, and immediately halting their action before they could commit to it.

And to make things worse, for one of them at least, it was none other than the scruffy dog that, unbeknownst to her, was responsible for all this.

Dodger leaned in, his arms resting on the windowsill from the outside, looking in with that usual smug grin on his face.

Georgette wasn't too pleased to have her private time interrupted, scowling at the Jack Russell, whereas Oliver looked a little more embarrassed than shameful, averting eye contact with his brother-figure.

"I'm not interrupting, am I, kid?" He asked, tilting his head to the flustered cat, who barely moved his head to look at either canine.

"You most certainly are!" Georgette retorted, holding Oliver in her arms as she sat up straight, like a mother bear protecting her young from danger. "We're having a private moment, if you don't mind!"

With his usual coolness, Dodger wasn't phased by her demand to leave, and kept his gaze on the unlikely lovebirds.

Seeing her acting so defensively of the cat she once hated amused their guest more rhan anything, and he just stood up properly as a result.

He already had a fairly accurate idea of what they had been up to, and he was looking forward to hearing about this.

"Oh, 'ey, 'scuse me, champ." The street dog cooed, opening the window up even more and letting himself inside with some slick movements, much to the poodle's disdain. "Just wanted to check in on the kid, is all~"

As soon as his shoes his the carpet, the poodle let out a gasp, when the mud and other outside debris that was clinging to them spread around him, messing up the floor.

And it was even worse when he began walking towards the sofa where the two of them laid, getting his muddy shoeprints all over the carpet as he approached.

"You undignified ruffian!" The posh pooch exclaimed, standing up from her spot and in front of the uninvited terrier, stopping him from getting any closer. "Who do you think you are, barging into my home like that!? I should have you sent straight to the pound for this!"

The male dog still wasn't effected by her demands or tone, besides her loud volume blowing his fur back with her breath.

Instead he simply looked at Oliver, who was not looking ba k at him with a matching grin, knowing what he was about to suggest, and why he was really here.

"You let yourself in to my home, you insult me and you've got your muddy shoes all over my floor!" She continued, almost with the tone of a stern mother reprimanding their misbehaving child. "You've got some nerve, you improper, dirty, riff-raff mongrel-"

"Hey, uh, Georgette?" Oliver finally spoke up, sounding somewhat worried for something.

Hearing him interrupting her had prompted her to turn around to face him.

"Don't look now, but..." He continued, putting on his cute face again. "There's a big 'spider' right next to you."

The moment that word left his mouth  the poodle's eyes shrank to the size of rice grains, and she could feel her blood turn to ice. Though thankfully, not her back.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She screeched, leaping up from the spot she was standing on and straight into the arms of the dog she was just berating a second ago. "S- S- S- SP- SP- SPIDER!?!"

Dodger, although surprised by her reaction and jumping into his arms, quickly caught on (no pun intended) to what was happening, and he gave an approving smile to his little friend.

"Nice one, kid~" He whispered quietly enough for the panicking poodle to not notice.

The little cat just winked at him, before he reached into his pocket and showed the little whistle he gave him, confirming his suspicion.

"W- Wh- Wh- Where is it!?" Georgette exclaimed, daring to look around for the arachnid. "I- Is it gone!?"

The boys shot one another a knowing look, and decided to get things going