A week had already passed ever since Georgette had invited Oliver, or as he was now teasingly referred to as, "Olivia", to play her special game with her in her bedroom, and yet it was all the kitten could think about 99% of the time.

He had to admit, even in his wildest imagine, or even the common sense of what an elegant thing like Georgette would possibly want to do with him, the kitten wouldn't have thought that she had planned for him to look like what he might have done in a gender-swapped alternate universe.

True, the dress was both comfy and made him look adorable, so much so that if he wasn't him at the time and he had seen someone like that on the street, he would've found himself very cute. Hell, he might even be able to pass off for an actual girl, if he was out and about with it.

Fortunately, that wasn't the case; Georgette hadn't taken him out in public that day, much to her mercy. Instead, she had just settled for a private little photoshoot of darling little Olivia showing off her ensemble. Other than that, it was mostly between them.

Not even Jenny knew about it; their owner was completely oblivious to their little activity, with the poodle allowing him to wash off the makeup and get changed back into his normal clothes once he woke up from his little nap... After she gave him a quick handjob.

Emphasis on quick; he blew his load in only a few strokes, from how pent up he was after seeing her nude body.

However, if what she said during their little session was true, then it wasn't entirely a secret between the canine and feline. According the the former, she had shown her friends the little fashion show they had done, but as far as he new, Oliver wasn't sure if she was serious about that, or if it was just part of their "game."

He knew for a fact that she had sent them SOME pictures; the next day, her spring catalogue order arrived, and he was "lucky" enough to be the first to see her model every last one of them...

All 183 outfits, taking up his entire day; he just stayed in the room with her, taking picture after picture of her, in every different pose and from every feasible angle she could think up, and it was a long day.

By the end of it, his legs felt sore from standing so long, and his wrists ached from holding the camera up.

He wouldn't have thought much of the situation, if it was like every other time and only lasted an hour or so, but this one...

It was gruelling, but at least he was even more on her good side.

Back to the now, Oliver found himself walking up the stairs to his sister-figure's private room again, this time joined by the poodle, who marched up alongside him with a refined sense of glee, excited for the day ahead.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" She chirped, smiling sweetly at him as they ascended the curved staircase. "We have a lot planned today, and we've had the whole morning and afternoon set aside just for you~"

Oliver, who would've normally felt some kind of excitement and gratitude at the prospect of her going out of her way for him, instead felt dread and a gloomy sense of doubt that he'd be having any "fun" at all.

Fortunately, for Georgette, Jenny had already gone out earlier in the day, so she had the opportunity to get her precious kitten prepped for the activities ahead, having sorted out his outfit and makeup sooner than she had planned.

He just had to pray that no-one looked through their living room window, for fear that any street cred he might have had would've been shattered. He would've been distraught if anyone even thought they caught wind of their little activities.

Especially by the fact she had used the word "we" in the description, implying that it may not have been the two of them in the room.

"Y- yeah, it sounds like it." He replied, trying to sound upbeat and positive.

She seemed to take notice of the nervous tone in his voice, and smiled at him. "Mmm, you're going to love it... Olivia~"

He gulped.

It had only been a week since she started referring to him like that, and yet, he still couldn't get used to her calling him that.

Every time she said his new name, it made him feel... Submissive.

He didn't even know what that word meant, but it was the perfect one to describe him.

The feline knew that there was something about him that liked being told what to do, how to do it, and if he had done a good job. He always liked pleasing people, especially Jenny and her.

He wanted to make them happy, no matter what.

So, when he got an order, he wanted to follow through and fulfil it, even if it was out of his comfort zone.

And that fact she just called him that meant she was referring to their little game from last week.

Once they reached the top and to the poodle's bedroom, she gripped the handle, looking at the kitten again, her expression a sweet and comforting one.

"Olivia, you've done a good job so far, and I want you to keep it up." She encouraged him, leaning down to pat his head. "You'll keep following my word, won't you? Like a good little girl~"

Her tone was condescending yet comforting, and her words made his heart flutter, a feeling of warmth washing over him, making him feel a little less anxious and more compliant.

With a deep breath, he nodded.

"Yes, Georgette."

Her smile widened and she turned the handle, opening the door and allowing him inside.

"After you, darling~"

Stepping in, Oliver felt his eyes widen and his body froze in shock, staring at the scene of what was waiting for him.

It was the same as always, for the most part, with the lavish bed, rows of closets, numerous dressers & mirrors, and the various toys & tools she had set up for them, including the camera.

But today, they were joined by some guests, sitting at a long table with a white cloth draped over it, covered with all sorts of treats and drinks, resembling a fancy tea party that posh ladies would attend.

Oliver recognised all three of them and knew their names, but that was about it. Whenever they came over, they sometimes exchanged pleasantries with him, as they didn't often have/need anything to do with the kitten over their real hostess.

The first one was a beautiful copper vixen, who he knew as Marian. She was a close friend of Georgette's and was usually a very pleasant individual. On the rare occasion she spoke to Oliver, he recalled her having a posh English accent, pointing out her place of origin.

Next to her, sat a slender, mature, white Persian cat, known to all as Duchess. She was the most refined of the four, and carried herself with a sense of pride and class. Even though cats like her weren't always particularly fond of dogs, she didn't mind the poodle or her friends, and was always a little more polite to her than some other felines might have been.

And lastly, was the country class-act herself, Dixie. She was from the southern parts of the country, but roamed all over on tours. Which was understandable; people lined up for miles to see and hear her whenever she was on stage. She was a sexy saluki of a golden coat, with fancy autumn hair and a black ribbon on the back.

As soon as the door opened, all three of them turned their attention to who had walked in, and smiled at the little feline, their expressions being a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Don't be shy, Olivia~" Georgette chimed, placing her hand on his back and giving him a gentle shove towards the group.

The boy stumbled a little, and quickly regained his composure, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his older friends.

They seemed to have taken an interest in him, and their gazes were piercing into his eyes, watching his every move.

He knew he wasn't gonna be able to avoid them forever, so he swallowed his anxiety, and began to walk towards them, feeling their eyes watch him intently.

"There we go, that's a good girl." Georgette complimented, shutting the door and walking up behind him. "Ladies, you remember me telling you about Olivia?"

The name alone drew some naughty smiles and sinister giggles from the elegant guests, wrecking the kitten's nerves all the more.

Though, he didn't forget that Georgette was expecting him to follow through her every command, even the ones she had issued last week. Starting with the proper way she wanted him to greet the guests.

Nervous as he could be, the kitten slowly grabbed the skirt of his dress on either end, lifting them slightly and giving them a polite curtsey, much to their amusement.

"H- Hello, l- ladies..." He spoke, his tone nervous and quiet, almost a squeak.

The three women looked to one another, then to the poodle, nodding approvingly, much to her delight.

As such, the three of them stood up and returned the gesture.

"Hello, dearie."

"Hi there, little lady."

"Well, hello there."

Their voices were so gracious yet sultry, and they looked at him with such a lecherous gaze, it made him feel like a piece of meat.

Or more accurately, like a toy for their enjoyment.

"I hope you're all well." Georgette chirped, gesturing to the table. "Shall we sit down?"

The adults just casually sat back down, leaving the kitten to be nervous about whether or not he should wait to be invited to join them.

Georgette was quick to notice this, and giggled.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're one of us now; you don't need to ask permission to join us." She cooed, pulling out the chair next to her.

Feeling a little better, the boy nodded and walked over to the seat, taking his place next to the poodle, while the others watched him closely.

"Now then, go on and introduce yourself~" The poodle chimed, smiling sweetly at him. "Be polite, and you'll fit right in."

He looked around the table, at the three ladies who were waiting expectantly for his response, and took a deep breath.

Nervously, he curtseyed to them again, before speaking with jittering, stuttering voice.

"H- Hello, l- ladies... M- My na- name is O- O- Olivia... It's... It's a pl- pleasure to meet you...."

He wasn't sure if he was even doing the right thing, but from the approving glances from the dog, it was clear she was happy with his introduction.

He didn't really know why, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment in pleasing her.

"Well, isn't that a lovely introduction?" Marian giggled, giving the feline a warm smile. "You certainly are a polite young lady~"

"Quite adorable, too." Duchess added, staring at him intently. "You're like the second daughter I never had."

"Mmh, ain't you a sweet li'l thing?" Dixie drawled, leaning over and grinning at him. "Aren't cha eager to play with the big girls, hun?"

The kitten's cheeks reddened slightly and his gaze lowered. "Y- Yes, ma'am..."

"Don't be afraid, sweet pea." Marian giggled, reaching over and placing her hand on his. "Would you like me to ease you in, with our traditional welcome?"

Oliver had no idea what that entailed, but part of him didn't want to know. He was too scared to think of what she was referring to.

"W- What's that... Ma'am?" He whispered, sounding like he was already regretting his decision to do so.

The vixen looked over at their hostess over the kitten's head, as if to as for her approval for whatever they had in mind.

Taking notice, the poodle quickly gave her an air kiss, signalling to go through with their plan.

"Well, usually..." Marian cooed, turning her eyes down to the cat. "The newcomer offers the fair lady a kiss~"

Oliver's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the last word, feeling his trauma from his previous session coming back, when the poodle he lived with assaulted him with her gracious soft lips.

In his young mind, no matter how beautiful the giver/recipient was, getting kissed by a girl was wrong.

"I- I'd r- rather not, th- thank you."

Marian, Dixie and Duchess shared a knowing look, then turned their attention to their other canine friend, who gave them a subtle nod.

"Well, if you won't..." The vixen in pink declared, placing her hands on her hips as she spoke, before using them to scoop the kitten up towards her. "Then I will~"

'Oh no!' The boy shouted internally, bracing for impact while his cheek was being nuzzled up to the gorgeous fox's, awaiting the inevitable. 'No no no no no!'

"Mmm hm hm~" Marian giggled, pressing her lips to the young cat's cheek, planting a soft kiss upon his skin.

Oliver's face was completely red and his breathing was rapid and shaky.

It didn't help that the other girls were watching them, chuckling quietly at the sight, clearly amused by his reactions.

They could tell how much he wanted to wriggle free of the vixen's grasp and rub his cheek of the cooties and germs he fears she may have just infected him with. But with his previous little session with the bitch he lived with, he knew better than to invoke their wrath. Besides, they had gone through all this trouble of setting up this little party just for him; the least he could do was play along.

As much as he didn't want to.

Right now, he could've been with Dodger and the gang, getting up to their usual mischief, trying new skateboard tricks, checking out the "chicas", as Tito called them, and if he was lucky, a hot-dog and/or ice-cream, if he had treated Rita kind enough.

Thankfully, Marian relinquished her grip of the kitty and placed him back on the chair, admiring his heavily blushing face and thoroughly ridiculed expression. He was at a loss for words and couldn't bring himself to move much.

Any boy or man that had laid their eyes on a goddess like her would've gladly killed to have been in his position right then, yet all he felt was shame.

"Well, Olivia?" Georgette chimed, leaning over slightly to look at her teasingly. "What do you say to Miss Marian, after she gave you such a sweet, innocent little peck?"

The feline's mouth opened slightly, nearly unable to speak from sheer embarrassment alone.

"T- Th- Than- nk- k y- you, m- ma- ma'am..." He stuttered, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with the copper canine. "I- It w- w- was... De- Deli- lightful..."

"My, my, what a little darling~" The vixen purred, giving him a seductive smile. "Would you like to give me one, too?"

Once again, his heart trembled at the suggestion, and he really wanted to decline. But he knew that wasn't going to be an option.

So, with a heavy, reluctant sigh, the boy nodded.

"O- Of course, ma'am..."

Her smile widened and she leaned in towards him, closing her eyes and puckering her soft lips, allowing the kitten to plant one on her, whenever he was ready.

Of course, nothing in his prepubescent body would ever be ready for the traumatic experience of willingly kissing a female, even if this one in particular was one he may very well find himself lusting after in his teenage years. And with the eyes of three other living goddesses on him the entire time, the fact he didn't pass out right then and there was nothing short of a miracle.

With every heartbeat threatening to burst his chest open, the poor cat couldn't even bring himself to face Georgette. There was no way out of this, and he accepted that by now.

So, he slowly turned his head back towards the vixen, and gently placed his lips against hers, giving her a soft, delicate little peck, that was both brief and utterly terrifying. There was barely any contact at all, yet he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Once the moment passed, he quickly pulled away, looking down in embarrassment, trying to avoid the fox's gaze, as well as everyone else's.

"Mmm, thank you, Olivia~" She gracefully chimed, clasping her hand together and smiling sweetly at the humiliated kitten. "That was lovely~"

He said nothing, being unable to find the courage to speak or move after such a defeating gesture.

"My, my..." Dixie cooed, giggling and leaning in, trying to catch his attention. "That was a cute li'l peck ya gave 'er, sugah." Ah'm sure with some practice, you'll have the nicest pair o' sugar lips this side of the country~"

She had a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and a naughty glint in her eye, making the cat's skin crawl.

"Th- Thank you, ma'am..."

Duchess chuckled softly.

"Sweetie, I can see that you are very embarrassed, and you shouldn't be." The bigger assured him, smiling softly at the poor boy.

Before either of the ladies could usher another word to tease their little plaything, the mature feline scooted her chair back, opening her arm out for the young one.

"Come here, let mummy make you feel better."

Oliver wasn't sure how much more embarrassment he could handle, but with a nod, the little boy stood up, and cautiously walked over to her, allowing the older cat to scoop him up onto her lap, where she cradled him with a nurturing care.

As soon as he was on her lap, his head was pressed up to supple bosom, feeling like a pristine fluffy bed-pressed mats, that only the finest pets in town could be so privilaged to. The kind that were blessed with the fairest forms and faces, and knew best all the gents and social graces, not the kind that found in alleyways or hanging round the garbage cans where common kitties play.

This was the nicest thing he had been subject to all day, and would probably be the best part of this tea party, as far as he was concerned. He knew the girls were still laughing at him, but at least he could embrace this loving feeling, from one of his own.

Up until now, the closest thing he had to a mother figure was Rita, and he loved her like one, too. He even got a mother's day gift last month, which she was pleasantly surprised about, for a few reasons. He could tell that she appreciated the love that came with the gift, more than the gift itself.

But now, he was with an actual milf, of his own species, and she was treating him with a nurturing kindness.

It was the closest thing to a mother's love he would get today, and it was perfect.

"There, there." She purred, cradling him softly and rocking him in her arms. "Mummy's here; no need to feel ashamed~"

He didn't feel anything, except the gentle caressing of his cheek by the paw of the beautiful older woman, who was treating him with such a kind affection, he didn't know what to say.

"Aww, how precious~" Georgette mocked, giggling behind her hand. "I think she wants to adopt you, Olivia~"

Oliver didn't hear her, though. He was too focused on the loving attention from Duchess, who was treating him like a child in her own family.

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" The older cat cooed, smiling sweetly at him, a warm motherly grin, as she held him in her arms. "Yes, you are~"

"I think he likes it, Duchess." Marian cooed, admiring the scene. "In fact, I think he'd like some of his mummy's milk~"

The boy's eyes widened, and he stared up at the mature Persian, who gave him a knowing wink, then nodded her head towards the others.

Turning his gaze to the other side of the table, he could see the three girls all looking at him expectantly, knowing what was coming next.

As expected, the mature cat pulled her dress down in the cleavage area, revealing her large, plump, and perfectly perky breasts, not even covered up with a bra.

"Here you are, darling." She cooed, grabbing the back of the younger cat's head, letting her tits pop out in front of him and presenting the young boy with her awaiting nipples.

Oliver's face flushed red as he stared at her breasts, the sight of them being a complete surprise to him, and it was all too much for him.

"Wh- wh- wh-"

"It's alright, dear. You can take your time."

He stared at the older cat's breasts, not sure if she was serious or not, and was even more confused by the fact he could smell them, and they smelt... What was the word? Divine?

It was a rich and creamy smell, that was a lot nicer than he was expecting, and it made him want to take a closer look.

"Go on, sweetheart." She whispered, bringing him closer to her chest. "Help yourself to mummy's milk~"

The young kitten gulped, and reluctantly opened his mouth, letting his tongue slide out, before pressing his lips to her breast, giving the nipple a tender suck.

"Mmm, good girl."

As soon as the first drops of milk entered his mouth, he could feel a warm sensation fill his body, as well as the taste of something so rich and creamy, that was both comforting and arousing.

The Foxwirth residence was undoubtedly wealthy, and could afford aristocratic-esque dining on a regular basis, yet no dairy on Earth could compare to the taste of the cat's milk.

It was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he couldn't help but suckle a little harder, wanting to savour every drop.

Duchess, being the kind soul that she was, let him feed off her breast, cradling him like one of her own.

"You're such a good girl, Olivia." She purred, stroking his back as he sucked on her teat. "Such a sweet little kitten, I'd be honoured to have you as my daughter. I know little Marie always wanted a sister~"

The other ladies joined in with the praise, cooing at him and teasing him.

"Ooh, is she making you feel better, darling?"

"Aw, look at how she's cradling her baby~"

"Look at her, feeding her little pet~"

He was too distracted by the warm, delicious milk flowing through his mouth, down his throat and filling his stomach, to notice them.

As his tongue flicked the nub, he could taste the rich milk, and was amazed by the creamy texture, and the taste was like nothing else.

After a few moments of sucking and savouring, Duchess let him go, gently pushing him off her breast and looking at him sweetly, batting her eyelids at him.

"Now, I think it's time you say thank you to mummy, don't you agree?"

The young boy just nodded, still stunned from the delicious taste of the older cat's milk, and didn't want to waste another moment without her breasts.

It that was torture, chain him to the wall~

"Th- Thank you..." He muttered with some sincerity, staring up at her with an adorable expression.

She chuckled, and smiled warmly at him, reaching her hands over to cup his face, pulling him in and placing a tender kiss on his lips.

'Oh, not again!' He internally complained, closing his eyes and resigning himself to his fate. 'This is so wrong...'

However, this one was much different than the previous ones, and it was much more gentle, as she took the time to tenderly kiss his lips, taking her time and not forcing her tongue in like Georgette had done last time.

Still, that didn't mean he was any more comfortable with it.

"Mmm, you're very welcome, darling." She cooed, breaking the kiss and smiling warmly at him. "You were a wonderful little nursling, and mummy would be delighted if you stayed her little baby forever."

He blushed heavily, and couldn't help but feel flattered by her words, even though she was referring to him like an infant.

Once again, Georgette was there to speak on his behalf.

"Well, I'm afraid that won't be happening, Duchess." She giggled, gesturing to the other two. "After all, we have plans for her today."

The other two nodded in agreement, as the feline gave the kitty a loving stroke over the head.

"Indeed, I believe we have a little fashion show planned, don't we?"

Olive's heart filled with dread once more, looking back at his sister-figure for clarification of what he was just heard was true or not.

To his dismay, the poodle nodded, and grinned at him. "I thought you'd enjoy showing them how pretty you are in your new outfits~ No need to thank me, it's really the least I could do, considering how much you helped with the catalogue order."

Marian and Dixie giggled amongst themselves, sharing a knowing look with their friend.

"Oh, she is going to look adorable~" The vixen chirped, grinning and clapping her hands together in excitement. "I hope you've got a cute little ballerina ensemble for her, or maybe a bride? I'd be more than happy to have her walk down the aisle with me, if you will~"

"Of course." Georgette responded, making a rectangular frame with her index fingers and thumbs, as if to picture how the cat would look in said outfits. "If we have time, I could also have her dressed as a Unicorn~"

Every suggestion they made shattered Oliver's pride more and more, barely recognisable left in its current form as it was.

"Awww, look at 'er." Dixie teased, giving him a playful wink. "Ah can't wait to see her dressed up, either. Though it'll be a shame ta see that cute lil' bottom covered up~"

"You mean you don't want to see her in her cheerleader outfit?" Georgette asked, feigning a shocked expression. "Not even her French maid? Or what about a princess?"

The saluki shook her head.

"Nah, Ah'd rather see her in a bikini." She suggested, grinning and flashing him a naughty wink. "Or just nothin' at all, if you catch mah drift."

As if it was possible for the kitten to be any more humiliated, the girls snickered at the country girl's teasing reamrks concerning his little body.

"Well, if you'd like to see our sweet little Olivia without any clothes, I'm sure we could arrange something." Georgette chimed, a devilish grin spread across her lips, her eyes glancing downwards towards her kitten, who felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

"Oh, is that right?" Dixie asked flirtatiously, keeping her grin aimed at the dress-cladded kitty. "'Casue that lil' derriere has been asking for a spankin' all day~"

Oliver's cheeks reddened even more, and he quickly lowered his gaze, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"Oh, don't tease the poor thing." Duchess chided, patting the young cat's back gently. "She hasn't done anything to warrant such a punishment."

"Ah know, ah know." The saluki drawled, her eyes fixated on the small, round, furry bottom in the pink dress, imagining what it would be like to have it under her hands. "But, if ya ask me, that's the best part. Ah've never been one to shy away from disciplining li'l darlings like her."

Oliver had no idea what was going on anymore, and he was too embarrassed to try and figure of it out. Right now, it sounds like Miss Dixie wanted to spank him for no reason, and no doubt Georgette would let her.

He hated being the centre of attention like this, but being talked about like this, in front of these powerful older ladies, like he was just some toy, it was soul-crushing.

"Oh, I'm sure the little dear wouldn't mind being disciplined by such a lovely lady." Marian chimed, smiling and winking at him. "What about it, Olivia? Feel like getting your bum smacked for a minute?"

"Uh- I- I, uh..." He whimpered, not sure why this was a good thing for him, but he knew Georgette wouldn't be too pleased if he disappointed them. "I- If th- that's what you- you wa- want, ma'am..."

"Excellent." The saluki purred, reaching her hand out towards the kitten, beckoning him over. "Come on over, sweet pea, and bend over mah knee. Ah promise I'll be gentle~"

The other three girls cooed and awed at the young boy, as he nervously walked over to the beautiful canine, and slowly laid himself over her lap, his bottom raised and ready for punishment.

And just to make things even worse, he felt her grab the hem of his dress, and pull it up, revealing his soft, plump, furry backside, clad in nothing but the frilly pink panties.

"Aw, how cute!"

"Isn't that a pretty little bottom?~"

"Look at how nicely she's presented herself for a spanking~"

It was enough to make him want to cry, and he couldn't help but let out a small whimper, knowing the actual pain was yet to start.

He just had to hope she was telling the truth when she promised to be gentle.

"Alright, let's get started." Dixie chimed, rubbing the boy's bottom. "We'll only do 10 spanks, and you count each one out, okay?"

"Y- Yes, ma'am..." The cat muttered, unable to tear his gaze from the ground in embarrassment.

"Good." She cooed, gripping his cheeks and giving the flesh a nice firm squeeze, which made him yelp.

She let out a light chuckle, clearly amused by his reaction, before raising her hand and bringing it down hard, giving the boy's ass a slap, causing a small ripple across his left buttock.

It wasn't very hard, but enough to bring him to attention.

"O- One." He whispered, feeling a slight sting, but not much else.

Dixie gave him another firm spank, and another, and another.

"T- Two... Th- Three... F- Four..." He continued, each swat feeling like it was taking forever to arrive, thought not feeling too pleasant when it did.

By the fifth, he could feel the sting becoming stronger, and by the sixth, the pain was starting to become a lot more noticeable, causing the boy to start squirming as soon as contact was made.

"There y'are, darlin'~" Dixie whispered tenderly, pausing to stroke the kitten's back assuringly. "Nearly done~"

"Y- Yes, ma'am." He replied, bracing himself for the last three.

"You're doing great, sweetheart~" Georgette encouraged, taking great pleasure at the sight of the youngest getting disciplined by her southern friend.

The other dog continued her tender strokes, gently rubbing and patting his back, until she pulled her hand back, and gave the kitten another firm smack on the backside, a little louder than the prvious.

"S- Seven..." The cat mumbled, squirming in discomfort.

The saluki chuckled, and patted his head, before raising her hand again.

"Ready, sugah?" She rhetorically asked. "Brace yerself."

'Oh, please no.'

Oliver didn't have any time to think about the consequences, and instead, braced himself, closing his eyes and turning his head away, expecting a strong strike on his sore, stinging bottom.

His expectations were met, as her hand reigned down on him again.

"Ahh! E- Eight!~" He squeaked, wincing in pain and letting out a quiet whine.

Dixie let out a light giggle, and stroked the boy's back, soothing the sting, and easing the pain.

"Yer doin' so well, honey~" She teased, raising her hand up. "Mah hand wants ta kiss yer cute lil' bottom again~"

Before the kitten could prepare himself, the country dog gave him another sharp, yet loving smack on the ass, the loudest of the set so far.

"Gah! Nine!" He exclaimed, trying not to be too loud.

It didn't seem to have worked, as he could hear the rest of the group giggling at his expense again.

'Last one!' He reminded himself, trying his best to steel his nerves. 'Last one, then she's done!'

"Okay, one more." Dixie chimed, her voice a mixture of both sincerity and amusement, and raised her hand again. "Here it comes!"

Before he could respond, the saluki's palm came crashing down, giving his bottom a firm, loving smack, sending a stinging pain shooting through his body.

"Ten!" He shouted, almost startling the rest of the guests from the volume, tears brimming in his eyes.

Dixie giggled, and reached her hands out, scooping the kitten into her arms, cradling him in a motherly fashion, and pressing him up to her chest, where he could feel the soft, warm sensation of her breasts against his face, and smell the nice perfume. The scent reminded him of the countryside, in a good way...

Which was odd, because he never set foot outside of New York, so he wouldn't know what that smell should be like.

"Aw, there, there, sugah." She cooed, stroking his head and holding him in her arms. "That wasn't too bad, now, was it?"

The boy didn't respond, his face buried into her bosom, while his butt was sore and stinging like it had been whipped. So much for being gentle.

"Ah know it hurts, but it's yer own fault, honey." The canine continued, stroking his cheek and leaning her head down to look at him. "Yer so darn cute that ah couldn't resist giving yer hind a good tanning~"

This only brought more shame and embarrassment to the young cat, whose pride had already been reduced to rubble, and was now lying in shambles on the ground in the depths of his mind.

At this point, the idea of mercy was merely fictitious; the only thing he could rely on was his sister-figure, who seemed to be the one orchestrating all of this, and the other girls, who were more than willing to take part, making him miserable for their own delight.

Thankfully, after a few more moments of comforting snuggles from an undeserved punishment, Dixie helped the young cat back down.

Once he found the strength in the lower parts of his body to stand up, the kitten grabbed the hem of his skirt and gave her a polite curtsey, just as Georgette had taught him.

"Th- Thank you, ma'am..." He muttered, barely able to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous southern gal.

"Aww, ain't that adorable~" Dixie giggled, giving him a playful wink. "Yer very welcome, honeypie. Anytime~"

"Well, it looks like our little baby has recovered, hasn't she?" Georgette chimed, her tone being a condescending one. "Now, are we ready for the show to begin?"

The rest of the ladies nodded, and Oliver could feel his anxiety rising, and the dread of the situation settling in.

"Wonderful!" The poodle chirped, grabbing the feline's wrist, and dragging him over to the other side of the room, where a large white curtain was waiting for him. "Let's get started, shall we?~"

***

Marian, Duchess and Dixie sat waiting on the velvet couch for what felt like forever. They knew that a lady, even a little one like dear Olivia, needed time to be presented perfectly, but even still.

They were starting to wonder if they were ever going to come back out.

At least, after a bit of waiting on their end and a lot of prep work on the end of their hosts, the trio of socialites were graced with the presence of the poodle in charge again, once she recalled herself from the other side of the curtain.

"Ladies, without further adieu, I present to you: my beautiful daughter, Miss Olivia Foxwirth."

And with that, the dog pulled the curtains apart, revealing the dolled up kitten on the other side.

He was dressed in a frilly, light pink, silk dress, with a matching pair of shoes, as well as a blue bow on his head, a choker, and a pair of pink and white socks.

His makeup was also even heavier, but not to the point where it had been overdone, just more noticeable.

He stood there, blushing, embarrassed, and not knowing what to say. He knew his cue was to curtsey as soon as they saw him, but stagefright prevented him from moving a muscle.

"Oh my." Marian chimed, covering her mouth with her hand, staring at the pretty, little girl in front of her, holding her camera up with the other hand. "She's even cuter than I could have imagined."

"She certainly is adorable." Duchess agreed, smiling and clasping her hands together, watching the shy little cat in front of her. "I'd dress her like this everyday, if she lived with us."

"Ah sure would love ta have her, too." Dixie chimed, flashing the embarrassed kitten a sweet, loving smile. "Ah'd dress her up every day, and let her play in the mud, and teach her ta sing, and let her sleep in my bed... After her goodnight spankin's, of course~"

Her comment made the boy's cheeks turn bright red, and his heart fluttered, as the image of him in his new dress and lying down on the southern canine's lap in her own bed flashed through his mind.

He didn't know why, but it was having some effect on his private parts, making it stand a little straighter, and he hoped they wouldn't notice.

"Alright, time to pose, Olivia." Georgette ordered, giving him a pat on the back. "Go on, like we practiced last time; give them your best smile, now~"

Not wanting to upset the older canines, Oliver tried to muster the courage to look upwards at the ladies and their cameras, and do as he was told, and show them his best smile.

He did his best to smile sweetly at the trio, and even did his best to give them a little twirl, as per the dog's instruction.

Naturally, they found it pathetically amusing, and didn't waste a second in taking snaps of the embarrassed, dressed-up feline, who was doing his best to look as cute and feminine as he could.

"Aw, ain't she a precious thing?" Dixie asked, thoroughly enjoying every second of their little show.

"Absolutely adorable, darlings~" Duchess agreed, smiling and nodding at the feline.

"Quite." Marian chimed, taking a snap of the kitten posing and blushing.

Oliver wanted to die, he felt so embarrassed, and was just waiting for it to be over. Every picture of him that they took made him think that being kidnapped and held hostage by Sykes wasn't so bad.

"Arms behind the head~" Georgette instructed, keeping a firm and commanding yet playful tone, as the young cat did his best to follow her orders. "Tilt your head a little to the left. A little more, good. Now, stick your tongue out; show the world your cutesy side~"

As much as it killed him inside, Oliver continued following her orders for their guests' delight, and the poodle's amusement.

"Very nice, sweetheart." The vixen complimented, lowering her camera for a moment. "Now, could you give us a spin? You look even cuter in that outfit."

'At least they won't see my face...' The demoralised kitty thought to himself, for the smallest of moments, while he was spinning.

He did his best to stay in place, not being particularly experienced with it, and ended up lifting his skirt up a bit as he did, giving them a cheeky peek at the lacy frills that laid beneath, around his crotch.

This, unsurprisingly, amused the guests even more, as their cameras started flashing non-stop, capturing the humiliating sight.

"Good gracious, she certainly is a tease, isn't she?" Duchess laughed, taking a look at the pic she was able to take of his panty-clad bottom for a split-second.

"Simply scandalous~" Marian joined in, looking at him with loving eyes. "How I wish we started doing this years ago~"

"Well, we can make up for lost time, darling." Georgette giggled, looking at her pet. "Show them some love, Olivia; let your adoring fans know how you feel about them~"

The feline nodded, his face bright red and his breathing was shaking. He knew what he was referring to, and it was already unnerving to do it to a trio of gorgeous ladies like this, but the fact it was going to be immortalized was even worse.

Still, he couldn't disappoint them now, after making it so far into the session already; he'd have nothing left to gain at this point.

As such, he placed his hand to his lips, and blew the ladies a kiss, as sweetly and sensually as he could, hoping they would enjoy the little act, as much as the rest of his performance.

Of course, they did.

The camera flashed and captured every possible second of the show of affection as much as they could.

"She's such a darling." Marian cooed, placing a hand on her cheek, and using the other one to continue taking pictures. "A true credit to your owner~"

"Ah'm sure she'd be real proud, if she saw what ya made of her lil' kitty~" Dixie added on, taking another shot for good measure.

"She'll love this." Duchess chimed, nodding her head towards the dog. "She's been a wonderful mother to you, hasn't she, Olivia?"

Oliver didn't have an answer to that, and could only blush harder. He had never felt so powerless in his short, young life.

"Come on, Olivia, one more time, for the camera." Georgette spoke up, smiling and giving him a playful wink. "Be cheeky~"

The boy knew that was his cue to show off his moneymaker, as she called it, and do the one pose that was sure to get the girls' attention, and the one that he dreaded the most.

So, without wasting another second, he turned around and raised his dress up, showing his panties and his butt, and looked over his shoulder to look upon the ladies with a shuddersome look of sheer cringe on his little face.

The mature girls had already seen enough to get their fill, and the cameras were already flashing away, but they could tell the boy wanted to put on a show, so they continued.

As expected, he bent his elbow and readied his hand, before bringing it down to pat his adorable little ass teasingly, and gave the camera a cheeky little smile.

"There's a good girl~" Georgette encouraged him, giving him a reassuring smile. "One more for the ladies, and then you're done~ Always give a grand finale~"

He was too embarrassed to protest, so he gave her a nod and slipped his thumbs into the lacy waistband of the fancy undergarments, already hesitating to go through with the act.

The four females all waited for him to do what they were anticipating, three of them aiming their lens right at the soon-to-be revealed orange buttocks.

"Come on, Olivia~" Dixie called out, smiling at the cute, little cat. "Take yer knickers off, sweetheart."

"You heard her, darling." Georgette followed up, crossing her arms and giving him a sly grin. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting, let alone your adoring public~"

With a mighty gulp, the boy's fingers pulled the lacy fabric down, exposing his cute, soft, round bottom to the world, and letting the rest of the girls ogle his feminine frame and stare at his private parts, with no shame on their end whatsoever.

In perfect synchronization, the three guests took their shots of his exposed backside, taking as many pictures as they could, until the poor, embarrassed kitten couldn't take it anymore, and quickly pulled his underwear up, trying his best not to tear up and cry.

Of course, the older anthros noticed his unhappiness, and gave him their sympathies.

"There, there, dear, it's over." Marian assured him, putting her camera down and kneeling down to look at the feline at eye level. "You put on a wonderful show, young lady, and we're all very, very proud of you~"

Duchess and Dixie both nodded and cooed, trying their best to comfort him.

"Indeed, you've been a splendid, little model." The cat praised him, smiling at him softly. "Mummy's very happy with you, too~"

"Aw, Ah'm sure yer a good girl, too." The saluki chimed, reaching out to pat his head, which was met with a blush. "Ah'd love ta have a lil' girl like you on mah tours, darlin'."

Finally, Georgette came over and stroked his head lovingly, a warm, yet playful expression on her face.

"You did a wonderful job, darling." She complimented, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You were a great sport, and we appreciate it greatly."

Oliver didn't feel too much better, after the pride-destroying photo shoot was over, and getting kissed yet again didn't much help, either.

Still, at least the worst of it was over, and the guests were satisfied.

"Now, ladies, I think our little angel deserves a nice reward, after being such a wonderful model for us." Georgette announced, placing her hands on the young cat's shoulders, and turning him to look at her. "So, what will it be?"

All of a sudden, Oliver's mind began working again, racing with ideas if what he could demand in return for the horrible ordeal he had just gone through.

'A million bucks, a lifetime's supply of ice cream, a new skateboard... Anything!'

Of course, he knew the rest of these ladies were rich too, as if being friends with Georgette wasn't enough of a giveaway, so asking for any amount wouldn't seem entirely unreasonable.

But then again, there was something that came to mind, that no price could match.

His cock was still hard, and after all the humiliation, the only thing he wanted now, was for it to go away, and he knew that would mean the end of their fun.

But, in the heat of the moment, he still found himself unable to stop the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- I- I want a- a- a-"

He stammered, his cheeks a bright shade of crimson, his breathing shaky and his body trembling.

"A what, darling?" Georgette inquired, a smirk on her face.

"A- A- A- A- A- A..."

The rest of the guests looked at him expectantly, eager to hear his answer, while the poodle held a knowing grin on her gorgeous muzzle.

"Go on, honey." Dixie urged, placing her hands on her hips and smiling sweetly at him. "Ya can tell us~"

Oliver knew that they were playing games with him, but he couldn't think straight. He just wanted to have his cock touched, and he didn't care who did it, anymore.

The older women giggled, and the cat felt his body grow weak.

"I- I- I..." He muttered, not believing he was even saying the words.

"Go on, darling." Georgette whispered, pressing her body closer to him, her eyes piercing into his. "Tell us what you want us to do with your little, hard, throbbing winky~"

He gulped, and closed his eyes, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he said it.

"I- I want y- you to- to- t- to touch- to touch m- me." He muttered, barely able to speak. "P- P- Please, ma'am..."

Once the words were out of his mouth, he couldn't bring himself to look up and meet the ladies' gaze, his cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame.

The chorus of giggles and cheeky remarks from the others wasn't helping, either.

"Oh my, you're a naughty little one, aren't you?" Dixie chimed, giving him a wink. "Guess that spankin' ah gave ya wasn't fer nothin', after all~"

"I can't say I'm surprised." Duchess admitted, nodding her head and smiling. "After suckling your mummy's delicious milk, I'm sure you've been every bit tempted to take your little underwear off and take a load off~"

"Well, love." Marian chimed in, placing a hand on the small of his back and rubbing it. "If you insist, we'd be more than happy to oblige~"

"No need to be embarrassed, Olivia." The poodle continued, looking at the kitten with sexual intent in them. "You're amongst friends here. Just say who's you'd like to make you feel good? Mummy, maybe? Or the beautiful maiden, perhaps? Then again, they say country-raised beasts are like animals in the bed, too~ Just know, they're all very eager to get to please you~"

She gave him a sly grin, and his cheeks flushed red.

"Or perhaps, you'd like someone a little more..." She went on, reaching down to grasp his little stiff cock between her fingers, eliciting a gasp from the startled feline. "Familiar, with what you're working with~"

Her thumb caressed the tip, and he let out a light moan, unable to resist her touch.

"Tell you what, Olivia..." Georgette stated, her hand on his member and her face right next to his. "Since you've been soooo good, doing everything I've said without a fuss, let's make it a group effort~"

He had no idea what she was talking about, but whatever it was, his body was really looking forward to it.

As if by magic, the other ladies looked at one another, like they knew exactly what their host had in mind for the obedient kitten's reward.

Gently, though still without warning, he could feel himself being pulled back, led towards the bed by the only other feline amongst them.

Once Duchess had him where she wanted him, the mature cat lady took a seat on the mattress and pulled him onto her lap, ready to refill his mouth, throat and stomach with the heavenly goodness that was her warm, creamy, motherly milk.

"Here, my dear~" She instructed him, laying him down gently, stroking his head with one hand and pulling her dress down again with the other. "Enjoy your treat~"

So far, this reward was living up to his expectations, and with any luck, it would only get better.

Once his mouth was level with her breast, Duchess gently coaxed his lips apart, allowing him to latch onto the teat, where he immediately resumed the process of sucking, and swallowing the tasty milk from the older feline.

It was every bit as pleasant as the first time, and he couldn't get enough of the creamy liquid.

While he was busy, he could feel the two canines getting closer, kneeling down beside the bed and staring at his crotch, with a certain hunger in their eyes.

"Mmm, looks like the poor dear's a little pent up~" Georgette cooed, before turning to the saluki besides her. "And who do we have to blame for that?"

Marian and Duchess looked at her as well with the same playful glare, as the country gal feigned a sorry look from the stares her friends were giving her.

"Oh, ah'm sorry~" Dixie cooed dramatically. "Ah just couldn't resist, when such a precious little lil' gal was struttin' around with that li'l, hard, throbbing cock of hers, all day long~"

"Well, we can't let that go unpunished now, can we?" The vixen chimed in, holding the golden bitch by the arm, guiding her to the bed as well. "I think you should endure the same discipline that you subjected our poor darling to."

Georgette nodded, while the youngest's eyes widened with the idea of what was about to happen.

Sure enough, the fox sat down in front of him, pulling the saluki over her knee and grabbing the hem of her dress.

With a pull of the arm and a flick of the wrist, the vixen was able to pull the other canine's dress up and reveal her lavish panties to the air.

Dixie blushed, a bit embarrassed about having her ass shown off to her friends, but not too much, as she was excited to have her own little punishment in front of their little guest.

However, it seemed that Marian was intent on spoiling Oliver with the show, and decided to show it all to him, before the southern belle had a chance to protest.

"Now, let's see that bum, sweetheart." The fox ordered, placing her hand on the other female's panties and giving the flesh underneath a firm, yet loving squeeze, making the girl beneath her whimper.

With a firm grip on the lacy garment, the vulpine pulled the panties down, revealing the country dog's bottom to the rest of the room, though mostly to the pampered kitten, who had a perfect view of her round, peachy ass, and the little pink hole that lay between her cheeks.

Oliver felt his heart race, as he looked at the country canine, with her backside exposed to him like that. Somehow, it seemed like it made the milk taste even better, and his member was twitching and aching for some attention, while his eyes were locked on her butt.

He didn't understand why he was feeling all weird down there; the butt was just the part of the body for sitting and going to the bathroom. So why was seeing a lady's doing this to him?

"Alright, now hold still, darling." Marian ordered, holding her hand up, ready to strike.

Once it reigned down upon the poor, defenceless ass, the room was filled with a loud, satisfying clap, the sound echoing throughout the house, and the girl let out a sharp yelp, wincing at the sudden sting on her behind.

Clearly, she tried to stay as still as she could, but was unable to control her body from jerking forward, the force of the smack too strong for her.

"Ah!" She yelped, as the other woman's palm came crashing down, giving her ass a good beating.

"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" Georgette asked, her arms crossed as she watched the scene. "Teasing little boys, and making their willies go all stiff, you naughty, naughty dog."

Dixie could feel her heart pounding, as the palm of her friend's hand continued slapping her behind, spanking her for her misdeeds and turning her on more and more.

But no matter how wet she was starting to get, her arousal was nothing compared to Oliver's, whose cock was now throbbing and aching for release, while his cheeks were flushed bright red and his breathing was shaking.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Dixie cried out, each slap feeling like a bolt of lightning coursing through her body, filling her with the pleasure and the need to get a finger or two into her snatch.

The kitten couldn't believe his eyes, any more than he could believe his taste buds. He started off this session loathing every second of it, bit now it was like he had gone to heaven.

The sounds, the tastes, and the sights. Everything was working in perfect harmony to bring his little cock closer and closer to its climax without a single touch, and it was the best feeling in the world.

"You've been a very naughty, bad, mean, girl, haven't you?" Marian questioned, bringing her hand down onto the saluki's rump again, a little harder this time. "Smacking our poor little darling's bum like that. It's no wonder you had him all worked up, the poor thing."

Dixie was at a loss for words, and all she could do was whimper pleasingly, and let her friend continue her work, as the pain and the pleasure mixed together, her cunt becoming wetter by the second.

Meanwhile, Georgette sauntered over to her little angel, admiring the sight of him suckling the bigger cat's nipple like a baby, with his eyes glued to the country canine's exposed ass.

"Oh, it looks like someone's enjoying the show~" She purred, leaning down to whisper to the kitten. "Does it make you all hot and bothered, darling? Watching her bum get spanked, like the baaaaad girl she is~"

She stroked the boy's cock teasingly, her fingers dancing around the shaft and the tip, barely even touching it, and yet still being enough to drive him wild.

Oliver couldn't answer, as he was too focused on the scene before him, watching the vixen's hand work its magic to realize his shaft had been made contact with.

And when he did, it was too late.

Without warning of any kind, that one stroke from the elegant poodle's finger was all it took to push him over the edge, and cause his climax to hit him like a ton of bricks, the pleasure spreading through his body as his member erupted like a volcano.

Thick, creamy white strands of semen shot out from his cock, splattering all over the sheets and the older canine's hand, much to her surprise.

"My goodness!~" Georgette exclaimed, shocked and amused at the boy's lack of stamina. "I thought 3 strokes being enough to set you off was shameful, but 1!?"

Oliver didn't say anything, the sensation too intense and pleasurable to respond, and instead just let his body go limp and let his eyes close for some well-earned rest.

His orgasm was enough to get the other ladies' attention, however, and they all turned to see the mess the boy had made on the bed.

"Aw, did you finish already, darling?" Duchess asked, pouting. "There, there. Get some sleep in mummy's arms~"

"Oh, the poor dear must have been pent up~" Marian cooed, taking a glance at the snoozing kitten.

"Guess ah got him all worked up, after all~" Dixie giggled, a bit disappointed that he had already finished.

The four older ladies couldn't help but look at the adorable scene before them.

Cute wasn't even the word.

"What a cute, little kitty~" They all muttered to themselves, their eyes fixated on the sleeping boy.