Unseen knew he would meet Collins, no matter which elevator he took. After parking, he took the stairs to the main lobby. Ivory Tower had a spacious main lobby which was always as cold as an operating room. No one attended the desk as he emerged from the stairwell and the panther went to the doors to look at the street outside.
A few passersby trekked through the rain. Perhaps the only downside to living in the penthouse was not being able to watch the people on the street. At the suggestion of a friend, Unseen had the building install one-way mirrors on all of the doors leading outside. Every now and then, a pedestrian would stop or glance at the black, reflective doors, wondering what was on the other side. Unseen loved that, and he had spent many nights pacing the lobby, surveilling the people outside.
But only when Collins was gone.
The rain kept the people outside from caring much about the black doors beside them and the panther bored after a few minutes. 
He needed to unwind. He’d spent a few extra hours at work. The foremen had their monthly meeting and then there’d been a few extra items on the agenda. If work weren’t so fun on occasion, he probably would have pawned off the administrative duties to someone else years ago.
Unseen wore a black overcoat and black dress pants. Running down his chest was a blood red tie which gave him the appearance of a corpse whose neck and chest had been split open. In the darkened lobby, he became a part of the deep shadows as he walked away from the doors. 
He checked his watch.
“Come by, tonight’s a good night for some fun.” He sent the message, then walked to the elevator. Tapping the button for the thirteenth floor, he cracked his neck. The day had been too long, the sun had been too bright, and everything had pointed to needing to have some fun once the sun set.
The most certain sign of this had been the approaching storm clouds over the ocean. He’d watched the storm come in through a window as he’d sat through a process meeting. Other people like the slosh of the water and the cool mist; Unseen just like the darkness. 
The elevator dinged and Unseen stepped into the short hallway leading to his suite. Ahead of him stood Collins’ desk. The seat was empty.
Unseen’s watch vibrated and he checked his phone.
“Of course,” Sprinkles replied. “Just getting off my shift. Need me to pick anything up?”
“No, I’ve got everything here.” Answered Unseen. He swiped the conversation away and opened that new app. “Strictly Business” was the city’s first app for prostitution. It came with an incognito version for the more discreet user. But Unseen never bothered with that. 
Unseen hoped the app would be good. Up until its release he’d had Collins arrange his call girls’ numbers in his contacts list. But that was tedious and sometimes the girls were asleep or in jail- sometimes dead.
Unseen scrolled through the list. He sorted by experience, sometimes species, never price. The sluts listed what they were willing to do, though an app didn’t change a whore’s loyalty to money. Unseen scrolled past a few of his regulars. They weren’t bad, the Lynx girl was spectacular even. Wasn’t there anyone new?
“One of those nights?”
Unseen’s eyes shot up. Collins exited her suite and pulled her chair back from the desk. She sat down and pulled herself back to the desk. She took a sip of water from her bottle.
Unseen’s barbed dick hung several inches out of his pants as he stroked it with his free paw. He’d never been shy about masturbating where and when he pleased. The penthouse of Ivory Tower was his anyway.
“Yes,” he said. He stopped stroking, but let his cock hang from his pants as he approached the desk. 
Collins nodded and looked at her computer. It was permanently on night mode and the dull orange glow weakly lit her brown face. 
“What were you doing in there?” He asked.
Collins’ brown eyes were somehow darker than Unseen’s. Of course, they were far softer, as any cottontail’s would be. But still, her brown irises became imperceptible whenever the lights were low. 
She set a few forks on the desk between them.
“I got these back.”
Collins had been the one to notice the cleaners were lifting items from the penthouse. She’d also found the skunk family’s address for Unseen after she’d told him about the theft. Unseen had handled the rest and she hadn’t asked about the rental van he’d requested. 
Collins did very little asking.
“Oh,” said Unseen, picking up the forks.
“They stashed a few bundles of them in the electrical room. It’s pretty common to do that by boosting silverware. They wait to see if you get suspicious and put them back if you do.”
“Smart little shits,” said Unseen. “At least they were.”
“Taxes for this year are almost done,” said Collins, looking back at her computer.
“Excellent,” said Unseen. He stroked his dick as he thought. “There’s a dog coming by tonight, one of the mutts from work.”
“I’ll let him in,” said Collins. “Anyone else?”
“Hopefully,” said Unseen as he entered the suite.
Unseen had decorated his home with a peculiar attention to fauna. Atop the granite table in the center of the receiving room were several bromeliads in vases. Collins changed the plants whenever their color faded.
Ficus altissima stood in an open kitchen a few paces away and a variegated monstera grew next to the television. The couch was flanked by a pair of Boston ferns, while several baskets of philodendrons hung by the window and stairs to the master bedroom.
Unseen sprawled across his couch and looked at his phone. One leg hung over the headrest, while the other dangled from the armrest. Unseen’s tail flicked as he looked through dinner options.
He didn’t want any of them. Cats were boring, so were the dogs, even the exotic breeds. Lizard pussy didn’t sound appealing at all, and neither did any of the few avians who still resided in the city. 
Unseen was three-quarters of the way through the “new faces” list when the door to the suite cracked open.
“Don’t like the lights?” Sprinkles asked, blinking a few times. He looked around until he spotted Unseen’s red eyes atop the couch.
“Your eyes’ll adjust,” said Unseen, rising from his sprawl. “I see you found the place.”
“Hard to miss,” said Sprinkles.
The two had met as part of Sprinkles’ orientation as a line manager at work. Unseen hadn’t thought much of the short, thin creature. But as Sprinkles had remained at his job for well over a year, Unseen had paid him some attention.
The mutt didn’t drink or smoke like the other foremen, nor did he flirt much with any of the sleepy-eyed line workers. Unseen had silently watched Sprinkles for a few months, before asking him to help with one of the infrequent, “special” jobs that came up from time to time.
Unseen had a few bodies he needed disposed of, and the mutt had unflinchingly helped disassemble and grind them into hamburger. They’d shared a case of beer afterward and begun trading likes and dislikes.
Unseen had made sure Sprinkles stuck around after that conversation. 
They’d met a few times for casual hookups. Usually the two picked up some sluts from an overpass, or loiterers from the red light district. But Sprinkles had never been to the tower before.
“Damn, the place is nice,” said Sprinkles as Unseen showed him into the kitchen.
“It certainly is,” said Unseen. “The whole tower is supposed to be CEO-styled. Everything for a rich cat to relax with.”
“Do you take care of all of these yourself?” Asked Sprinkles, looking up the tangled length of a philodendron.
“My personal assistant does that,” said Unseen.
“Heh, nice, it’s always better when someone does the work,” said Sprinkles. He glanced at Unseen. “What’s the plan tonight? Go trolling for some ladies?”
“Ugh, I’m not sure just yet,” said Unseen. He opened a cabinet above his head and removed an amber bottle. “Are there any good ones in the shipping department that I haven’t seen?”
“Haha not really,” Sprinkles thought for a moment, “I think you know Sasha, that Calico cat girl who just started in packaging.”
“I don’t, and I don’t feel like cats,” said Unseen. He slid a shot glass toward Sprinkles, who narrowly caught it before it fell from the countertop. Unseen swallowed his own shot and stared at the door out of the great room, behind Sprinkles.
“Bourbon?” Asked Sprinkles, sniffing the glass.
“Something like that,” said Unseen distantly. Sprinkles snapped back the shot. “Any street walkers near where you live?”
“Fuck that burns,” Sprinkles wiped his mouth, then shook his head, “not unless you like toothless crackheads.”
“It’s always a hassle trying to get anyone out of the strip clubs,” Unseen said in a flat voice, “and my list of go-to names is growing shorter every day.” He looked at the suite door. In the thick darkness, his eyes made out Collins’ hunched form behind the desk on the opposite side of the glass. 
She had the full list, and some of the girls weren’t too bad. But, he’d have to talk to her.
A closer light, white-blue and a bit piercing, singed his eyes. He looked back at Sprinkles. The mutt stared down at his phone. He was typing quickly. The hair on Sprinkles’ neck stood up as he realized Unseen was watching him.
“If you don’t mind harder asses, I know some guys at the port who’ll put out for cheap. Not too bad looking either,” said Sprinkles, sliding the phone into his pocket.
“A special someone?” Asked Unseen.
“Ah, something like that,” said Sprinkles, glancing away from Unseen’s gaze.
“Do tell,” said Unseen.
“Oh, she’s, she’s just some chick that lives next to me,” said Sprinkles. “Lives with a huge family; we usually do laundry at the same time. Nothing to speak of, she’s just down to fuck with me so that’s nice.”
“What kind of girl?”
“A mouse girl. Normal tits and stuff, not all that hot.”
Unseen’s underwear stretched as the barbed cock beneath surged.
“How about inviting her over?” Asked Unseen.
“Oh, ah shit, she’s not gonna leave her apartment,” said Sprinkles after a second, “we only really bang at my place so she can get away from her folks for a bit.”
“This is quite far from her folks,” said Unseen.
“Yeah, no I know, but it’s just like, super casual and we’re not like dating or anything,” said Sprinkles.
“It should be easy, then,” said Unseen. “Unless you don’t want me fucking her.”
“No it’s not that,” said Sprinkles, “I just don't want to weird her out by inviting her. Like it’s not you, if she knew it was legit obviously she’d come but it’s just a weird offer from her neighbor.”
“Bangbuddy neighbor,” said Unseen. Unseen could feel Sprinkles’ discomfort curdling. He turned and opened the refrigerator, casting a cool, blue glow over the kitchen. “What’s her Cash Link?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” said Sprinkles.
“Well, at least ask her,” said Unseen as he removed a shrink-wrapped salmon filet. He sliced open the wrap with one nail, before turning to Sprinkles. “I’d like to make her an offer.” He pinched some of the pink meat between his nails and lifted it to his mouth. “If she says no, she says no. I don’t want to make things weird between you and your neighbor.” Unseen’s wide pink tongue flitted up against his nose. “But, I want a fair shot too.”
“Er, well, okay,” Sprinkles said. 
The two stood as Sprinkles sent a few texts. Unseen picked apart the rest of the salmon, then poured himself a glass of water. Sprinkles stopped texting and looked at his phone for a moment. “Okay, here’s- here’s her Cash Link.” He turned his phone and showed Unseen a QR code.
Unseen wiped his mouth and studied the code.
“Do you have any pictures of her?”
“Uh, yeah,” Sprinkles turned his phone and tapped a few times. “Don’t, uh, don’t tell her I showed you this.” 
He turned the phone again.
A pair of round, B-sized breasts filled the center of the screen. Above them was a soft muzzle sticking its tongue out. Below the breasts was a soft, white belly.
Unseen unlocked his phone and held it over the code. He tapped a number, then added a pair of zeros. He looked up at Sprinkles, who had gone back to looking at his own phone. Unseen added another zero.
Unseen was swiping away the notification from his bank when Sprinkles spoke again.
“Oh, uh, okay,” he said. “She-” he twisted his mouth, “hang on.” Sprinkles typed a reply and Unseen smiled to himself. “She says she’d be open to doing something with us tonight.”
“Excellent,” said Unseen.
“She doesn’t have a car,” said Sprinkles.
“Collins,” said Unseen in a slightly louder voice. 
“Yeah?” Collins leaned back in her chair and cracked the door open.
“I need you to go pick someone up,” said Unseen.
“I’m finishing your taxes, is it urgent?”
“Get a cab,” said Unseen.
“Text me the address,” said Collins, sliding the door closed.


Unseen went back to the couch as they waited. Sprinkles looked a bit nervous and Unseen bade him to try some wine, which was shelved below the stove.
“Anything but the reds at the bottom,” said Unseen. “Now, loosen up a bit, this worked out perfectly.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” said Sprinkles, fumbling with the bottle opener. He lowered the ears on the opener with one paw, and a second later most of the cork crumbled out.
“Let me,” said Unseen, climbing off of the couch. He took but a few steps and was directly behind the gray dog. Unseen’s middle nail stuck into the fragmented cork and pried it from the neck of the bottle.
“It’s just, she’s a mouse you know, and sometimes they get weirded out by cats,” said Sprinkles.
“She’s a whore, we already established that,” said Unseen, setting a glass beside the bottle, “money is everything to them.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sprinkles poured a small glass and held it to his mouth, “and I just don’t want to make things weird between me and her after tonight.”
“Ah, understandable,” said Unseen. “Well, no worries about that. It’s a couple’s activity tonight,” one side of his mouth raised, “you two are a couple I imagine.”
“Sorta,” said Sprinkles softly. He hesitated as the wine neared his lips. “We’re just gonna have sex together, right?”
“Of course,” said Unseen with a purr in his voice.
Thirty minutes passed and Unseen had a cat nap. Sprinkles went to the exit to the deck and looked out at the city. The lights from the buildings went oily with the rain pattering down the windows and Sprinkles tried to get his bearings from the buildings surrounding them. He checked his phone every few minutes.


Unseen opened one eye as he heard the elevator ascending. Sprinkles was still by the balcony and he only turned when the door to the suite opened.
A white-gray mouse, maybe nineteen, entered. Her round, brown eyes flicked around the room and her tail curled around one leg. She wore a pair of dingy blue sweatpants and a gray jacket. She caught sight of Unseen as he got off of the couch.
“Why hello, I’m glad you were free tonight,” said Unseen. “What is your name?”
“I’m Trish,” said the mouse girl softly.
“Hey Trish,” said Sprinkles, hurrying up to Unseen’s side. “Cool place, right?”
“Yeah, it’s nice,” said Trish, looking around the suite. “So you’re the Unseen Panther?”
“That’s me,” said Unseen. 
Trish shrugged.
“Cool, so, I’m guessing you want to fuck me?”
“Mmh, well, as a group activity,” said Unseen.
“Sure,” Trish slid her paws into her pockets, “I won’t do anything, but I bet you’ve got a lot of dirty thoughts so lay them on me and we’ll see what works.”
“She and I could get started, then you join in,” said Sprinkles.
“Mh, well, I’d like to see her get naked for me,” said Unseen. “Strip down and we’ll go from there.”
“Yeah babe, give us a show,” said Sprinkles.
“Both of you,” said Unseen. “After all, you’re a couple.”
Trish snorted as Sprinkles bit his lip.
“You’re a funny cat, I like it,” she said.
Unseen had a seat on the couch while the two moved the coffee table out of the way. They stood before him and Sprinkles glanced at Trish. 
Sprinkles had spent most of his life sleeping under door frames and on pallets; a year of labor at Unseen’s property had put a sinewy layer of muscle on his narrow frame. He took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He had a single patch of white fur in the center of his chest, amidst the dirty, dusty gray of his coat. 
He slid his shorts down, revealing a pinkish cock fitting his five-foot-four stature. His tail wagged a bit as Unseen nodded. Of course, Unseen had already seen him naked plenty of times, but- somehow with Trish it was different.
Trish unzipped her jacket and tossed it atop Sprinkles’ shirt.
Trish hadn’t worn a bra and her nipples poked against her thin t-shirt. Unseen purred as he got a good look at her tits in person. They were unremarkable, but their plainness was a bit charming. The cream white of her chest and belly was deliciously soft and Unseen licked his lips as she cupped her boobs for him.
Unseen unzipped his pants, before resting his arms on the headrest of the couch.
“Have a look, get acquainted,” said Unseen. He glanced at Sprinkles. “Both of you.”
The couple knelt before him. Sprinkles took hold of one side of the panther’s black pants as Trish took the other leg.
A dark red cock, with a sharp tip and long, proud barbs, stood up between the dog and mouse. Unseen purred to himself as Trish’s eyes widened. Unseen was perhaps six-foot-five and his dick was the length of her forearm.
“Damn,” she said under her breath.
“Give it a lick,” said Unseen. Trish hesitated, looking up the long shaft and peering at each of its barbs. “I paid you enough to swallow it whole.”
Trish’s short, pink tongue dipped, then slid up the underside of the cat’s dick. Sprinkles watched as her whiskers bobbed and dipped as she licked all the way up to the tip of Unseen’s cock. Trish’s nose twitched as she got to the end, then licked from the base on up.
“All right, get it babe,” said Sprinkles. He’d started to stroke his erection hanging beneath him.
“Lick my balls,” said Unseen. He locked his red eyes with Sprinkles’ greens. The mutt swallowed. “Wouldn’t want your girl to feel awkward doing it alone.”
Unseen settled deeper into the leather couch as Sprinkles’ wet nose pushed beneath the cat’s velvety scrotum. Unseen purred as the dog’s wide, rough tongue lapped up the fold between his nuts. Having a dog suck his balls never got old.
Unseen liked seeing their asses in the air as they knelt under him. The cat’s whiskers twitched and he got a photo.
His left leg laid across the ridge of Sprinkles’ spine. He toyed with the dog’s tail, fitting it between his toes. Sprinkles didn’t say anything, but Unseen could feel him grow a little annoyed.
Trish shivered a little as Unseen’s right leg laid across her back. With his thigh on her shoulder, Unseen could push her head down as he liked, and teased the mouse a bit that way. Trish gagged as he eased her down. She coughed as his tip touched her uvula and Unseen gave her a break.
“You’re not as dirty as you act,” said Unseen. Trish wiped beneath her eyes and cleared her throat. The cat’s paw cupped her cheek and his thumb slid under her bottom lip. Trish looked back at him with wide, brown eyes. “You’ve just never seen money like that before, have you?”
“No, I-I haven’t,” said Trish.
“Hop on my lap, then, we ought to get a bit more acquainted.”
“Don’t be shy, babe,” said Sprinkles.
“You’re both going to make out with me,” said Unseen. He glanced down at the dog kneeling under him. “Tongue my ass out.” He smiled at Trish, “now hop up dear.”
Trish spread her legs over Unseen’s and knelt atop him. She was breathing faster, though her mouth, and her nose twitched as the cat’s tongue slid up her belly. He tickled her with his wiry whiskers and she put a paw between his thick, black ears.
“You're not as bad as you look,” she said softly.
“Oh, I am,” said Unseen with a purr. He pulled her close. “I like a little intimacy though.”
Their lips met. Though she feared him, Trish in some way found the lavish cat alluring. She didn’t know what to think of him, and part of her liked that. Part of her mouse mind wanted to give up and let him take her wherever he chose. Everything about him was wrong, and he was proud of it.
Below Unseen, Sprinkles pressed his muzzle between the cat’s fit cheeks. Sprinkles’ tongue slid against the pink, wrinkled pit of Unseen’s anus and he started to lick. Sprinkles’ erection fell a bit and Unseen relished how hard the dog had to work to kiss his ass.
But, he didn’t pay too much mind to a rimjob.
Unseen and Trish kissed filthily. Unseen’s rough tongue pushed into her mouth and the pair swapped saliva. Trish put her gray paws on either side of the cat’s black face and held onto him. Unseen’s right thumb pressed against her clit like he was sliding up a blind to peer out of a window. His left paw cupped under her right breast.
“Ahh!” Said Trish. Unseen dragged a fang over her nipple.
“Don’t lie, you’re curious about cat sex,” said Unseen. 
“I mean, I don’t usually hang around cats,” said Trish. She licked the velvety underside of his neck.
“Mmh, any good slut is curious about new dicks,” said Unseen, continuing to rub her clit.
“Ahh, well, it’s what you paid for, isn’t it?” Said Trish.
Unseen ordered Sprinkles out from under him.
“How about we spitroast her?” Asked Sprinkles. 
“Not where the night is leading, I think,” said the cat.
“Well, I’d love to get some action too,” said Sprinkles.
“I’m the one who paid for the slut, but you bring up a good point.” He picked up his wallet from the table. “I’ll pay you a thousand bucks to be as good of a bitch as she is.”
Trish giggled and Sprinkles blushed a bit.
“Uh, well, okay then.”
“Wonderful,” said Unseen. He pulled a few bills from his wallet. “Oh, I only have two-fifty on me,” he looked up at Sprinkles, “you wouldn’t mind taking the rest later, would you?”
Trish looked at him with a bit of a smirk and Sprinkles sighed.
“Uh, I guess not,” he said.
Unseen instructed Trish to bend over the couch with her legs apart. The mouse did as he said and Unseen spat on his cock. Giving himself a few readying tugs, he saddled up behind her. 
Trish yelped as he backhanded her ass.
“I like a noisy bitch,” said Unseen, teasing her pussy with the pointed end of his dick. He held up his paw to Sprinkles. “Why don’t you film this?”
Trish looked over her shoulder at him.
“Uh, I didn’t agree to that,” she said quietly.
“I paid you enough to do whatever I want with you,” said Unseen. His temper grew shorter as his lust grew deeper. He wrapped his left paw in her thin, wiry tail and began inching inside her. “Unless you want to return all of that money.”
“N-no, I just don't want that video getting out,” said Trish.
“Then you’d better stay on my good side,” said Unseen.
He banged the mouse solidly. Unseen had always needed a bit of spite to really get going and as the naked mutt knelt beside him, the cat got into his flow.
Trish couldn’t argue the dick wasn’t good. The barbs on Unseen’s cock, menacing as they looked, had a little give to them and dragged on the slick interior of her pussy. Unseen made sure a few rows always got out with each pull, so they dragged on her labia as he sank back in.
“Ah, ah- God!” Said Trish as Unseen’s fingers closed around her rounded ears.
“Heh, you just can’t hide it,” said Unseen. “Hate me, but love my authority.” He grabbed Sprinkles by the shoulder. “Get down here,” he pushed Sprinkles toward Trish’s hips. Unseen drew his wet cock from her and wiggled it for the camera. He clapped Trish’s grey ass. “Watch,” he said as he nestled the pointed tip into her.
“Tell me you’re a slut and you’ll get an inch,” said the cat.
“Ah, fuck,” Trish looked over her shoulder and into the cat’s face. She looked down at her ass, then back up at him. “Yeah, I’m a slut.”
Unseen pushed in a little.
“You’re a whore,”
“I-I’m a whore,”
He inched further.
“Cunt, you’re a nothing cunt,” hissed Unseen. Trish hesitated and Sprinkles looked up at him. “I said, you’re a nothing cunt.” Said Unseen, putting his paw around the back of her neck. “If you weren’t a cunt, I couldn’t buy you like a breathing fleshlight.”
“I’m a cunt,” she said softly.
Unseen purred and smacked his furry balls against her ass as he went back to banging her.
She grew much quieter over the next few minutes. Unseen laid her on her back and made Sprinkles get a good view of her tits jiggling. Unseen was already enjoying himself, but as he felt her silently orgasm from his brutality, he grew manic. She hated it, but her body couldn’t.
“Hah, suppose I should give you some rest,” he said, drawing out of her. An ambulance wailed by on the street below as Unseen picked up a carafe from the dinner table and poured himself a glass of water. Sweat ran down his lithe, black body and he stretched his shoulders. “Ah, how’s the footage?” He asked as Sprinkles sat next to Trish on the couch.
“I didn't film anything,” Sprinkles said softly. “Look, I know you like being the dom,”
“Shut up,” The glass cracked apart in Unseen’s paw as his fist clenched. “I don’t like being the dom, I am the dom.” He pointed at Sprinkles. “You never complained about being my beta when we were banging cunts at the warehouse, so don’t complain now when it’s your trash princess on my dick.” He pointed at Trish. “Her brain responds to dick and authority, forget whatever blather she’s saying.” He flicked his head at the mouse girl, who sat with her paws in her lap. “I’ve got so much more I want to do with you.” 
The three sat in silence. Sprinkles and Trish looked away from Unseen as the cat picked shards of crystal from his paw pads and fingers. He glared at the couple, then gave his dick a few strokes.
The night wasn’t ruined. In fact, a little resistance made breaking them so much more satisfying.
“Collins, come in here,” he said.
The double door behind them opened and the cottontail stepped inside.
“Yeah?”
“What’s at the address where you picked her up at?” Unseen gestured to Trish.
“An apartment building,” said Collins, showing no response to the nudity or emotion of the three.
“How long would it take to get her family’s room number?” Asked Unseen.
“I don’t know, five minutes- depends on when my computer’s done updating.”
“Would you mind editing down the surveillance footage from here? I’d like to send them a montage of this evening?”
Collins shrugged.
“Yeah, if you want.” She said, “Are you done?”
“Almost,”
The three went to Unseen’s bedroom. Pothos and rare philodendrons coiled around the legs of the sprawling bed, while bamboo palms flushed the corners of the room. The carpet underfoot was a lush green and muffled Unseen’s already quiet steps as he ordered the two onto his bed.
He told them he owned them now. He had always wanted a mouse girl and since Trish’s pussy was still tight, she’d do fine. Sprinkles could be as upset as he liked, but unless he wanted to go toe to toe, he was leashed too.
The couple could, of course, quit at any time. A floor below, Collins pieced together a video of the cat ravaging them. All they needed to do was send the video to Trish’s family and Unseen would never bother them again. Or, if they didn’t feel up to it, Collins could send it herself.
Unseen asked if they’d like him to tie their wrists to the headboard, or if they could be well-behaved enough to stay on all fours for him.
Trish and Sprinkles knelt, ass up for him. Unseen ordered their tails aside. He purred as he slapped a square of tape over Trish’s bruised pussy. She cried a bit as he told her he’d be in charge of her pleasure from now on.
The fur on Unseen’s neck prickled as he spat on her ass and drove his cock up her asshole. The mouse squeaked in pain and he told her she could get as loud as she liked. Sprinkles started to say something to console her and Unseen ordered the dog to keep his mouth shut. The bed creaked as Unseen started breaking his new bitch in.
Trish had done anal before, but, usually after a few drinks and maybe after a hit from a blunt. She cried harder as the cat ravaged her ass. Unseen’s cock was stained red as he aligned it with Sprinkles’ own ass. 
The mutt growled as Unseen topped him. Unseen put his paw against his own ass and told Sprinkles to smile for the camera. Panther balls, full and heavy, slap-slapped the dog’s grayish scrotum, reminding the canine who was in charge. Unseen put his paw around the scruff of Sprinkles’ neck and pulled it taut.
Unseen marked them both. Sprinkles barked in pain as Unseen unloaded in him. The dog’s bony ass was at least tight enough to coax a few strong shots of cum out of Unseen. He pulled out and told the dog to sit still.
Trish groaned in a mixture of pain and humiliation as Unseen’s bobbing dick plunged back into her ass for one last rout. His paw left five pinpricks leaking blood down her ass as he smacked her again. Trish took his load and Unseen purred in rapt pleasure as he felt his semen flowing down the mouse’s legs, mixed with the blood from her torn asshole.
Unseen stood over the two. Collins had poked her head in to inform them the cab would be there in five minutes. Unseen’s throbbing cock drooped a little as the satisfied cat caught his breath. Trish was still crying and Sprinkles held her in his arms. 
The stream of yellow pattered over their violated bodies. Unseen laughed and arched his back. He pissed on Trish first, then on Sprinkles. Sprinkles started to say something, but Trish cried harder and he looked back at her. Unseen purred as he emptied his bladder on them. 
Now they were his.