Oliver headed up the stairs with a spring in his step, eager for whatever was about to happen when he reached the top.

Ever since he was legally adopted by Jenny and her father & butler, the anthro kitten had been enjoying the life of luxury at the wealthy Foxworth estate. Jenny was ana amazing young lady, so ploite and elegant, with quite a few talents, for a girl her age.

Of course, she wasn't the only friend he had at the house. Just as equally bonded to him was the other anthro pet that they owned; the prize-winning, 6-time national champion, pristine white poodle, Georgette.

True, she didn't much like him when they first met, feeling that he was a threat to her spotlight and eager to get rid of him when his street friends, Dodger and the others, showed up and had a little misunderstanding. But seeing how much he meant to Jenny changed her tone a little, and even more so when they all worked together to save her from a horrible mobster.

But that was in the past; she had taken a liking to him since then, acting less selfish than she used to be and more of a mature older sister to him.

And he was looking forward to whatever this big surprise was that she had for him in her room.

Georgette's room was a rarity for him to be allowed into, seeing as Jenny would prefer him to sleep on his own bed. The door was closed and there was no noise coming from the other side. Oliver gave a knock.

"Come in~" Came Georgette's voice from the other side, followed by some muffled giggles.

Without needing a second order, the orange cat opened the door and looked inside, being met with the sight of the fluffy white canine sitting in the middle of the bed openeher legs crossed 

"Oh, there you are, Oliver~" She greeted flirtatiously with a smile.

As always, her outfit was an expensive, lacy pink dress, which showed off a decent amount of cleavage, with matching stockings and gloves. It was one of her usual attires, letting it be known just how high-end she was.

Oliver walked into the room and shut the door behind him, walking up to the canine with a curious look. "You wanted me, Georgette? What's going on?"

The dog leaned forward, showing a bit more cleavage in the process. "Oh, I just felt like... Showing you a little game of mine~"

The kittens ears and eyes perked up at the mention of her intent, and q ile appeared on his face.

"What kind of game, Georgette? Is it another one of those fashion games that you do? Where you walk up and down your runway thing and I take pictures of you?"

She chuckled, knowing what he was referring to, and shook her head.

"No, not that one... Yet. We'll save it for all day tomorrow, when this season's new outfits arrive. You'll love them~"

"Oh, okay." Oliver replied understandingly, if not without a little bit of dread. He did enjoy watching her parade around in those pretty outfits of hers, and she had a knack for posing so cutely and elegantly, but it got boring after a short while. There often wasn't anything in it for him, except a condescending pat on the head, sometimes.

But even so, any time he got to spend bonding with her made him happy.

"No, this game is more about you, than it is me." She told him, eyeing him tastefully.

The kitten was a little taken back by that follow-up. Georgette's vanity never allowed any of their "games" to focus on him over her, and he seriously doubted she was into the kind of street games of skateboarding or slingshots that Dodger and the guys showed him.

"Me? How?" He questioned.

She grinned and leaned forward again. "I'm about to show you. But first, I'll need to know something. You're a growing young man, aren't you? And as a boy, you're... Well, you sometimes feel like you can get into trouble, yes?"

Oliver didn't fully understand what she was getting at, but he was still eager to play along, so he nodded.

"And you worry about what it means to be a boy, don't you? How you always have to play so rough and rugged, getting hurt, expected to do allllll the hard work in the house, and being treated like you deserve everything bad that happens to you, because you're a boy?"

Oliver frowned. She was bringing up some things that he had thought about before, and had some bad feelings towards. He wasn't sure where she was going with this, but it did seem promising.

"Yeah, a little bit. Why do you ask?"

"Well..."

Her eyes looked down and to the side, as if to think about what she was about to say.

"...You've seen how Jenny and her daddy treat me, haven't you? Like I'm a princess? I get whatever I want, whenever I want it, and never have to lift a finger, no matter how much I ask for or difficult it is to get."

She raised her head, and looked directly at the cat.

"And do you know why?"

Oliver looked at her, an intrigued look on his face, like he was taking in what she was saying at a serious value.

"Um, be... B- because you're beautiful?" He answered, hoping his first guess was the right one.

Georgette chuckled, petting him on the head lovingly. "Aww, thank you. Yes, that's part of it, but there's more to it than that; it's because I'm a girl. As a female, I get special privileges over a male. I get the best food, the best clothes, the most attention, and the most love. And why not? I deserve it, because I'm a pretty lady."

The feline was following along with what she was saying, though he wasn't sure if he agreed or if it made perfect sense to him yet. Sure, she was attractive; anyone with eyes could see that, and it was no secret that the world would bend over backwards for her attention, and shower her with gifts.

But that was the life of a famous canine model. It didn't come from just her looks, but also from her skill.

"Okay..." He said quietly, tilting his head a little at her words. "So... What does that mean for me?"

The Poodle smirked, and gave him another condescending pat, this time at the back on his head to pull him closer. "I'll tell you what. I know that it can be tough being a boy, so..."

With that last word, her other hand reached behind her, going for something that she had apparently been hiding from him until now, most likely to keep it a surprise.

"...How would you like it if you could become a pretty, beautiful, gorgeous girl?"

From behind her back, she revealed a little poofy lilac dress, decorated with white & pink ribbons and a glittery makeup case, complete with all the essentials needed for a young girl to look their absolute best.

Oliver's heart dropped. His jaw opened and closed a few times, before he found his voice.

"G-Girl?!" He stuttered in shock.

She nodded, setting the items aside on the bed. "Yes, a girl. A beautiful, tender, sweet, dainty, precious girl. A girl that is loved and treasured, and is treated like the most important thing in the world. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Oliver took a step back. It was a lot to take in, and not the kind of "game" he expected her to propose to him. He wasn't sure how to feel about this; whether or not he wanted to go through with it.

"B- But I'm a boy..." He argued quietly, lowering his head. "I- I- I don't want to be a girl, i- it's embar-"

"Nonsense!" Georgette interjected, reaching out and holding the dress to him for measurment. "You would look sooo cute~"

The cat was sure he would, but that was part of the problem. He didn't want to look cute! He was a boy, and he was supposed to be strong and handsome, not frilly and adorable.

"Georgette, please." He pouted, giving her the kitty eyes that had worked once or twice when ot needed to on Jenny, to get out of certain chores.

He didn't use it on her often; he felt bad about guilt-tripping her.

However, it didn't seem to be working now, as the canine gave him one back, mocking his attempt to change her mind.

"Ohhh, don't pull that face~" She cooed, getting closer to his. "If you keep that lip pouted, I might just give it a kiss~"

"Eeeugh!" He groaned, stepping back from her and her seductive demeanor. "Gross, Georgette!"

The poodle giggled at his boyish reaction to the threat of affection.

He didn't appreciate her making fun of him like this, especially in a moment where he was so conflicted about what to do. He felt pressured by her, wanting to make her happy and not disappoint her, but he didn't want to do anything that was so against his nature.

It was like an internal tug-of-war.

"Tell you what..." She continued, putting the dress down on her knee. "Do this for me, and I'll let you do anything you want with me afterwards."

That got Oliver's attention.

"Anything I want?" He repeated, a curious look forming on his face.

She nodded. "That's right. I promise, give my word as a lady, that I will do it. No matter how disgusting, embaressing or naughty it is, I'll oblige for you."

"R- Really?" He asked, a smile forming on his face. This was sounding more and more appealing to him, and his mind was filling with ideas.

So many cruel ideas.

He could make her spend her money on all the comic books and hot dogs her wanted! He could make her pee herself right in front of him! He could even force her to stroll around the city naked!

It was a very tempting offer, and a way for him to get his own back on her.

"You have my word, dear~" She said, raising her arm and holding the dress up again, waving it side to side. "So, what do you say? Want to try it? Then, I'll give you a big reward~"

Oliver hesitated. It was a lot to take in, but the idea of having so much power over her was too much to resist. And it would just be for a little while, right? Just enough to mess with her a little, and then he'd be free.

"O... Okay..." He agreed quietly. "I'll do it..."

"Oh, Oliver~!" Georgette exclaimed happily, pulling him into a hug, smooshing his face against her breasts.

The cat couldn't help but blush, his tail twitching with a bit of arousal at the contact. He didn't have much experience with the opposite gender, but he couldn't deny how soft her bust felt, having never gotten to feel it before.

"You're going to love this, trust me." The canine told him, letting go of him. "Now, come on, take off your shirt and put this on~"

Oliver did as he was told, but not without some reluctant hesitation, undoing his top and dropping it to the floor, letting her eye his bare torso. He wasn't built or anything; just a boy of average build. But Georgette found him rather endearing, and was eager to see him dressed up.

"Oh, you're such a sweet little thing, aren't you?" She cooed, turning her eyes down to his shorts. "Now those~"

His tail lowered with a bit of shame, and he slowly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his plain white briefs. They weren't the most stylish, but they were comfortable and easy for him to move around in, which is what was important to his daily activities.

He had never felt so shy about his body before, and was blushing heavily. Georgette, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered by the situation.

"Oh, those are so plain, darling. We'll need to get you some frilly undies~"

"Wh- what?" Oliver asked, widening his eyes, finding the nerve to look at her. "W- Wait, b- but, I- I- I-"

"Ah ah!" She interjected, putting a finger to his lips, silencing him. "No more arguing. Come on, take them off and put the dress on. You'll be cute, trust me."

Oliver whimpered and reluctantly slid his thumbs into the underwear, pulling them down his legs and revealing his little, hairless member. It wasn't small; actually quite above average for his age.

Georgette smiled approvingly, and took a hold of his penis, making the kitten gasp.

"Oh dear, dear, Oliver." She cooed mockingly. "I bet the girls are already throwing themselves at you, aren't they? Such a stud~"

Her teasing made him feel a bit better about his nudity, and he gave her a smile, a hint of pride rising within him. Though he still couldn't look at her like this.

"Heehee, th- thank you." He thanked her shyly.

"Awww, you're welcome, little cutie." She responded, letting go and picking up the dress, holding it up for him. "Arms up."

Oliver did as he was told and raised his arms up, allowing her to lower the poofy article onto him. The feeling of the silky material brushing against his skin sent a wave of excitement through him.

It was actually pretty comfortable, ad the material felt nice against his skin. It was a good thing too, because he had a feeling that he was going to be wearing it for a while.

The dress came down his body, fitting nicely on his shoulders and waist, and it was a little bit too big on his legs, but that was no problem, since he was now commando.

Georgette stepped back and admired her work.

"Oh my, what a little lady!" She complimented him, a wide grin on her face. "Here, let's finish the look."

The kitten didn't get the chance to ask what exactly she meant by that, but seeing her walk over to one of her jewellery boxes gave him a pretty good answer.

She picked out a small silver necklace with a cute heart-shaped pendant, a few silver and gold bracelets and a platinum tiara. Oliver watched as she brought them back over, and leaned forward, hooking the clasp of the first piece behind his neck.

"There, how's that feel?" She asked, standing up straight.

Oliver looked down and inspected the jewel, feeling it between his fingers. It was very light, and didn't weigh him down, which was a good thing. Plus, even with his lack of knowledge about what high-end fashion was, he could tell that it really complimented him.

"It- it's very nice... Thank you, Georgette." He told her honestly.

"You're welcome, darling~" She replied, petting him on the head. "Let's add these, shall we?"

The dog proceeded to place the bracelets on his wrists, and the tiara on his head, adjusting them so they wouldn't fall off.

Now decorated to her liking, Georgette admired her work with her new plaything, happy with what she had done with him so far. He was really coming along nicely, and there was only one more part to his first makeover:

The actual makeover.

"Fabulous!" She exclaimed happily, sitting down on her bed and patting her lap. "Now, come here. Time for some makeup~"

The kitten's eyes widened and he gulped, but didn't protest. This was the part he was dreading the most; makeup was supposed to be for girls; it looked silly on boys. He knew that from experience, recalling one night he spent with Dodger and the gang, when he and Rita decided to prank Einstein while he slept. When morning came around, the rest of the boys were pleasantly amused to see their great dane friend looking like something from the circus, and he was just happy that his good buddies had woken up in such a good mood.

It wasn't until the next day that he even realised his face had been caked in makeup, and even then he never found out the culprits.

But now, Oliver was in no position to refuse the request, and so he hesitantly stepped forward towards the poodle, stopping in front of her and trying not to let his nerves show too much.

The canine began with her foundation, holding the brush and opening the box. "Alright, now, close your eyes and hold still."

The feline did as he was told and shielded his eyes, bracing for the worst and letting her paint his face.

She got to work right away, applying a layer of the base to his face, moving the brush carefully across his features and making sure she didn't miss a spot. Oliver could feel the brush glide across his face, and a tingling sensation from the chemicals in the product.

It was a strange sensation, making him wonder if this was how all girls felt during their first sessions. It made him appreciate how much girls must be able to stand this feeling, and admire their willpower.

After a few minutes of applying the substance, she was done, and moved on to the next step.

"Now, let's make those cheeks rosy and pink~"

"Wh- what?" The boy asked, a bit confused by her words.

He didn't have time to dwell on it however, as the next thing he knew, she was painting his cheeks with the blush. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from giggling, as the brush tickled his skin, and the chemicals left him with a funny, warm feeling.

Georgette seemed to notice this, as she began to stroke the brush harder, which caused the feline to lose it some more, his giggles getting more audible.

"Oooh, is someone ticklish~?" The dog teased, moving her brush even faster.

"N- Nooo!" Oliver tried to reply, but his body betrayed him, making him break out into more laughs.

"Tsk tsk, fibbing is unladylike, Oliver~" She teased, finishing up with his cheeks. "When I get my hands on that tummy, we'll find out if you are or not~"

The kitten gulped at the remark, hoping that she wouldn't torture him further with that.

Just as Georgette put the blush down and eye for the eyeliner, she halted herself before applying it.

"Actually, that's a point." She told herself. "A pretty little thing like you needs a real girl's name."

Oliver looked up at her curiously. A new name? That sounded cool. He had always been fond of a few names, and had imagined himself with a different name when he was out with the guys and playing make-believe.

Although, he very much doubted that Georgette would agree with using any of the names Tito picked out for him, like "Killer", "Fang", or "Tiger".

"How does... "Olivia" sound to you, sweetie?" She asked, picking the liner and bringing it to his eye. "We could call you Livvy for short."

"Olivia..." He repeated, not really into it, but he didn't want to disappoint her. "Okay..."

"Ooh, I'm glad~" Georgette responded, a giddy tone in her voice. "Olivia it is, then! No need to thank me, you'll grow to love it."

Oliver didn't think so, but kept quiet, letting her paint his face. The eyeshadow wasn't so bad, and was done quicker than he thought it would be.

It was nearly done, and Georgette seemed really happy with herself, judging by the look on her face.

"Oh, I know how to finish this." She said, putting the brush down.

The kitten's heart sank, a dreadful feeling washing over him, knowing what part of the makeover she had saved for last.

She reached over and grabbed the lipstick, and brought it to his mouth.

"Say 'aaaah'~" She cooed, opening his mouth up and sliding the stick across his lips.

He did as he was told, feeling the sticky thing move against his lips, and the smell of the cherry-scented cosmetic invading his nostrils. It was an odd, yet enticing smell.

It didn't take long for her to apply the lipstick, and once she was finished, she removed it, admiring her work.

"There we go, all finished!" She chimed happily, putting thr tube down. "Mmmm, let me have a taste~"

Oliver/Olivia only realised what she meant when it was too late to avoid it; Georgette's lips quickly pecked his, before he could stop her, and he gasped.

The dog pulled away, satisfied with the action. "Mmm, very tasty~"

"Ge- Georgette..." Olivia moaned quietly, her cheeks flushed with red.

His reaction satisfied her again, and the poodle giggled. "Sorry, couldn't resist. But, you are done! And a perfect lady you look like too. I have such a good eye, don't I~?"

The cat didn't answer, instead taking a moment to process the fact that she had kissed him. That was his first kiss! It felt good, though, and she tasted like strawberries, but even so...

"Well, don't just stand there, take a look."

She stood up and led him over to the mirror, positioning him in front of the reflective glass, letting him look at his new self.

Admitted, if he had seen a vat like that on the street, he would think she was an adorable little girl. Her face had a cute, feminine glow to it, and her eyes were a little larger, and the dress hugged her body nicely, giving her a slim figure.

Overall, she had done a good job with him.

"Well?" Georgette asked, looking over her shoulder as she walked to her nightstand. "What do you think, Olivia?"

"I- I look so... So..." The feline struggled to find the words. "... Pretty."

"See, I knew you would love it!" The canine reminded her.

"Olivia" didn't respond, continuing to stare at her new form, and admiring it. She did look pretty, and was kind of proud of herself.

"And I'm sure the girls will, too~"

Those words snapped the kitten out of her trance, and she turned her head, looking at the dog, a bit of concern on her face.

"Wh- What?" He stammered, looking at what she was holding with dread.

Her camera.

"Oh yes, it's time for the photoshoot." Georgette replied, aiming the camera and turning it on. "I can't wait to see the look on my friends' faces when they see these. They're going to eat you up, darling~"

"G- Georgette, no..." He tried to beg, not wanting anyone to see him like this.

"No need to be shy, darling~" The poodle assured her. "You're a beautiful girl, and we're going to show the world how beautiful you are."

This was crossing the line. He wished he never agreed to this. No favor was worth the humiliation of more people seeing him as "Olivia".

"In fact, I'll even throw in another favor, if you behave and give me a good photoshoot."

"Y- You will?" The kitten asked, looking at her again.

She nodded. "That's right. Still anything you want, no questions asked."

Oliver considered her words. If he didn't like the idea of this, it was a good thing that he could do whatever he wanted with her as payback, not once, but twice.

If he did the photoshoot, it would just be a little bit longer. Then, he could have the ultimate payback.

"... Okay."

"Oh, I'm so happy you're willing to play along!" She declared holding the camera up. "Now, let's start with a cute little smile."

The cat was hesitant at first, not sure how to smile for the camera. He had seen Jenny and Georgette both pose for cameras, but it didn't seem to be easy for him, no matter how much he tried.

"Go on, just smile." She encouraged him, taking a few steps back to get a better angle.

"Erm... Like this?" Oliver asked, raising his lips a little, but not fully committing to a full grin.

"That's good, dear." The canine answered. "But a little more enthusiasm."

Oliver wasn't sure how to convey that. All his life, he had been taught to be a proper gentleman, not a girl.

"I'll take you out for ice-cream later." She encouraged, seeing if it would help get the face she wanted.

It worked; the mention of the sweet dessert got a better reaction out of the kitten.

"R- Really?!" She asked excitedly, giving a wide grin.

"Of course, darling." Georgette answered, snapping a photo of the expression. "Alright, now arms behind the head, please~"

Oliver did as he was instructed, and clasped his hands behind her neck, posing for the camera.

"Ooh, very nice." Georgette commented, taking a few more photos. "Hand on chin. Give me a little smirk. And wink!"

Oliver was starting to enjoy himself now, and was getting into the swing of things, posing for the camera as he was told.

It wasn't hard, and the attention was starting to make him feel a little good about himself. Still, knowing Georgette's friends were gonna see these later wasn't too pleasing for him.

For the next shot, Georgette blew him an air kiss, wordlessly instructing him to do the same, and the kitten did.

"Mwah~" She mimicked the sound of a kiss, before moving the camera back to her toy's face and taking another picture. "Oh, you're adorable, Olivia!"

Oliver blushed and smiled at the compliment. It felt nice, being called cute and beautiful, even if she was still a little uneasy about it.

"Now, stand up and give us a polite curtsey."

Oliver did as he was asked and stood up, bending her knees and holding up the skirt of the dress on each side.

"Such a little lady~" Georgette cooed, snapping a few more shots. "You'll be sure to greet the girls like this when they next come over."

The reminder that the others would be seeing him like this wasn't a good one, but he was confident that she would give him his reward after this, and would be worth it.

"Alright, now get a little cheeky~" She ordered, though it seemed that the kitten didn't quite understand what she was getting at.

"E- Erm..." He muttered, not sure what to do.

The poodle didn't answer, instead deciding to show her what she meant.

Turning around and sticking her perfect bubble butt towards him, she gave it a few firm pats, showing it off to the feline.

"Like this~" She chimed.

Oliver watched as the dog gently spanked herself, her round rump shaking with every contact, feeling himself getting aroused.

"You've gotta tease them, darling~" She added, turning back around and readying the camera. "Let the boys know that they can't touch you, unless you let them~"

Oliver watched, feeling a twitch in his nethers, his cock slowly growing, but complied with the order anyway.

"That's a girl~" She encouraged him, watching as the kitten started smacking her own ass. "Just like that~"

The snaps were taken, and the dog couldn't resist chuckling.

"I knew that you were a naughty little thing, Olivia~"

The cat continued for a little longer, until Georgette was happy with the number of pictures.

When she finally put the camera down, he knew they were finished, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, that should do." The canine said, putting the camera on her nightstand and sitting on the bed.

Oliver smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment from having completed the photoshoot, and his prize was coming his way.

Georgette was smiling too, opening her arms.

The feline happily complied and walked up to her, allowing her to embrace her in her arms, and pulled her in for a loving squeeze.

"I am so, so, so happy with you, dear." She told him, nuzzling the top of her head. "You were such a good girl."

The praise was a nice feeling, and Oliver enjoyed it.

"Th- thank you, Georgette." He thanked her, enjoying the hug.

She was really soft, and warm, and she smelled nice, and he just couldn't help himself. His dick was poking out and grinding against her thigh, which the poodle noticed.

Of course, she suspected he was hard already, and found it amusing.

"Oh my, Olivia~" She cooed mockingly. "How uncouth~"

"Ah!" He squealed, embarrassed that she had noticed, and trying to pull away, but she kept her arms around him firmly.

"Hush, dear." She soothed, patting him on the back. "It's okay."

The cat whimpered and closed his eyes, his cheeks flushing a shade of crimson.

"Now, that first reward... What did you have in mind?"

Oliver opened his eyes, a curious expression on his face, and looked at the canine.

"Um, well, I- I..." He stuttered, not sure how to put it, but his arousal was starting to take over, and the ideas of humiliating her back were no longer as appealing as they were earlier.

He just wanted to cum, and she was right there.

"It's okay, darling." Georgette encouraged, running her fingers through his hair, her voice a soft purr. "Just be honest, and tell me. You can do that, can't you?"

The kitten took a breath and steadied his nerves. It was difficult, but he managed to calm himself.

"I... I... I w- would like... Um..."

Georgette's hand ran through his hair, encouraging him to speak his mind. "Yes? Come on, tell me."

Oliver didn't know to talk dirty, but it wasn't like anyone was around to hear him, so he swallowed his pride and let the words come out as naturally as they could.

"I'd... L- like you t- to m- make my... M- my thingy f- feel good..."

"Ohh, that's all?" Georgette asked, smiling sweetly, and not seeming at all bothered by his words.

Oliver nodded shyly, eliciting a snicker from the bigger creature.

"Surely you'd like more than that, for everything you've just done for me, no?"

"W- well..." He began, not sure how to ask, or even if she'd accept the request. "I... I was thinking... C- can I... U- um... M- may I pl- please... See your b- b- b- b-"

The poodle nodded once, knowing what he was trying to ask and gently getting him off her lap so she could stand up.

Oliver's eyes couldn't move themselves away from his sister figure, watching her intently as she reached for the zip on the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down, letting the straps slide from her shoulders.

The feline was stunned by the sight, and his penis twitched a little, becoming harder.

She was going to do it!

Sure enough, after getting the top part of her attire loose enough to shift her shoulders, she pulled the rest down, sliding her arms out of the sleeves and letting it pool at her feet, leaving her bare in front of the feline.

Oliver's face was a deep red, and his dick was now at its full length.

Her breasts were the most incredible pair of pillows her had ever seen. Her nipples were pink and stiff, and the areolas were slightly darker than the skin around them.

"O- Oh, G- G- Geor..." The cat stammered, unable to believe his eyes.

Even at full attention, his cock felt like it was getting even harder, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

He had never seen another person naked before, let alone a female.

"I hope you're pleased, darling." The canine said, leaning down to him to give him a better view of her vast cleavage.

"Mm-hmm." Was the only sound that came from him, and he nodded frantically.

"You know, I don't usually let people see these. Only the boys and girls who are extra good, polite and very obedient~"

She reached a hand out and stroked his cheek, her fingers running through the fur.

The kitten was lost for words, and his face could barely move a muscle. All he could do was stare, his eyes darting across her body.

Georgette could see the conflict and arousal in his eyes, and it was a turn-on.

"Or... Maybe you were asking to see my bottom, instead?" She teased, stroking his chin and lifting his face up to look into his eyes.

Oliver was silent for a moment, but nodded, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

"Well, I suppose you've earned it, for being so well behaved." The mature canine continued, giving him an unnoticed wink as she gracefully twirled around and positioned her perfect arse in his face.

His eyes lit up, and he was awestruck by the sight of her round, supple rear. Her cheeks were perfectly toned, and her tail was long, fluffy, and swished from side to side like an elegant pendulum.

In between them, he could only just make out the presence of her tight sphincter and slightly damp cunt, and it made his dick throb.

"Ooooh." He whimpered, not knowing how to respond to the sight.

Georgette giggled, rubbing the side of her butt cheek with one hand. "Like what you see, Olivia? Fascinated by another lady's bum?"

"Y- Yes..." The cat answered, not sure why he was answering honestly, but couldn't think straight.

"Aww, you're such a cutie~" The poodle cooed, reaching behind her to gently stroke the feline's head. "Now then, about making your little thingy feel good? How would you like me to do it?"

The question overtook his mind, wondering about which of the many possibilities he would receive untold pleasure from her by.

Her boobs and her butt were unbelievable to see, let alone touch, but maybe her hand would do it for him, too? Then again, something deep inside him was asking for her mouth to taste it as well...

Even some other ideas crossed his corrupted mind, from her feet to her armpits.

"I... I don't..." He stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"I know, let's use my hand this time." Georgette proposed, rubbing his cheek and slowly running her fingers down his body, tickling his neck and shoulder, down to his chest. "And the next time we do this, we'll get more... Creative~"

The suggestion was like music to Oliver's ears, and before he could even agree with it, he could feel the canine's tender hand wrap around his erect penis, the fur of her palm gently stroking his member.

He let out a sharp gasp, and his toes curled, his tail wrapping around his leg and his hands digging into the bed.

Only 3 strokes, and his shaft already exploded in pleasure, covering her fingers in sticky semen.

"My goodness!" Georgette remarked, genuinely surprised and watching his cock pulse, shooting cum out in a couple of rope. "So soon? You must've been so pent up, poor thing~"

"Ha....... Ha....... Haaa......" The cat breathed, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to process the incredible feeling of his orgasm.

This was something he had never experienced before, an incredible feeling of bliss coursing through his exhausted body.

He collapsed backwards onto the bed, the soft sheets helping him lose even more consciousness, the euphoric haze clouding his mind and vision.

"Oh, Olivia." Georgette whispered sweetly, crawling on the bed next to him and gently stroking his face, using her free hand to caress his chest. "You must be so tired."

"Mmm." Was all the answer she got from him, a lazy smile forming on his face, the feeling of her petting him lulling him further into sleep.

The poodle helped him get to the pilow, covering the cat with the sheets.

"There, much better." She whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "Sleep well, dear. We'll play again tomorrow."

She gave him another kiss, and then left the room, shutting the door quietly and leaving her get some rest, while she could print out the pictures for her girls.