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Tom climbed onto the bus and pressed his index finger to the scanner located near the front of the vehicle. The device had been added recently to the public transportation system as a way to allow nudists, such as our cat here, to ride without needing to carry money. A moment later, it beeped, and a green LED lit up, indicating that he could board. The night-black feline strolled down the narrow aisle between the seats, half of which were filled, and sat near the front, in one of the seats that faced inward, rather than toward the front of the bus. He immediately turned his attention to pair of nudist cats sitting directly across from him, both white as snow, contrasting his own dark fur.

"Did you have a fun time at Science Zone, sweetie?" asked the older of the two. This passenger was female, attractive, and young, perhaps in her early twenties. Her fur was well groomed and bare, and she carried nothing, save for a silver purse with the word 'SLUT' written in white frosted letters on one side.

"I did, Mom!" replied the younger one. The other cat was extremely young, perhaps not even in school yet, and was just as attractive as his mother. His fur was matted and bare as well, save for a collar with a large gold tag. Tom noticed the words "RAPE ME" on it, engraved in scratchy capital letters. "I can't wait to go again!"

The boy's mother tensed almost imperceptibly. "Now, sweetie, we can't go very often. This was just for your sixth birthday, you know."

"I know." The boy looked both embarrassed and miffed at his mother's response.

The mother smiled and leaned down to kiss the boy on the top of the head. "We'll finish the day up with ice cream, what do you say?"

"YES!" cried the child loudly. A couple of the other passengers grunted in disapproval at the loudness of the boy's voice, and he clamped his mouth shut.

After this, the two sat in silence for a bit, until the kitten's mother pulled a book out of her purse, and began to read silently.

Tom cleared his throat. "Hey there, you two." He gave a cheerful wave as they locked eyes with his. "I love the Science Zone, too. I used to go there all the time when I was little." He bites his lip and eyes the kitten. "But about that collar..."

The kitten's eyes widened a little as he drew his arms close to his chest. "Mom?"

"Sure," the mother replied dismissively. "Knock yourself out."

Tom pounced on the child and dragged the screaming boy back to his side of the bus. Some of the passengers glared at the two.

"Shut that kid up!"

"Sorry, sorry," Tom grunted back at them. He pinned the boy down on the row of three seats on his side of the bus and quickly stuffed his entire cock inside the kitten's mouth, blocking his air passage and muffling the sound. The boy thrashed and tried to get out from under Tom, but the adult cat was just too much for him.

"Fuck," Tom muttered under his breath, "it's been so long since I got a throat this tight stretched around my cock." He held his cock completely still inside the convulsing throat of the kitten trapped between his thighs, and looked over at the kitten's mother once he was sure he had a secure grip on the kid. "It feels like he's trying to milk me dry." The woman across from him glanced up long enough to flash him a friendly smile, then went back to reading her story.

The kitten was in agony. All the air had been forced out of him when the stranger had pinned him, and now he couldn't breathe with the cock stuck in his throat. His chest was on fire and his head was pounding as his lungs tried to suck in some air, but only succeeded at sucking harder and harder on the cock.

Tom, meanwhile, was in ecstasy. His cock was being milked by a suffering little boy, one who'd been having the best day of his life a mere minute before. He bit his lip as he rested his paw on the back of the boy's head and pulled him harder against his groin, then looked back at the kitten's mother as she turned a page. "Can I snuff him? I'll give you a ten for him."

The kitten struggled harder.

The other feline raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her book. "It's his birthday."

"F-ine," Tom stammered. "Twenty dollars."

At this, the other feline glanced down at her son and bit her lip. After a moment, she looked back up at the cat straddling the boy and spoke again. "Thirty."

In truth, Tom would have gladly paid thirty-five dollars to snuff the boy locked between his thighs, but something perverted inside him wanted the boy's parent to give him up for less. "Twenty-five."

"Twenty-eight," replied the boy's mother.

"Twenty-three," Tom answered.

The woman looked up and down between her suffering suffocating son and the grown cat with his cock buried in the boy's throat. "Alright, alright. Twenty-three dollars."

Tom smiled and rested both his paws on the back of the kitten's head once more and squeezed the small head with his thighs. By this point, he was teetering on the edge, about to blow his load right into the cub's stomach, or, if he was lucky, his lungs.

By now, the kitten's thoughts were fading, and his sight was going blurry. "Breathe," he thought to himself. "Need to breathe. Can't breathe." Something in him registered the existence of something in him, something keeping him from inhaling, something killing him. The world felt like it was swaying as his body shook and convulsed. Suddenly, something warm filled him, comforting him. "Air," he thought, as he mistook the torrent of cat cum in his lungs as life-saving oxygen. His thoughts flitted rapidly between random things. His mom, his friends at his birthday party, the visit to the Science Zone and the live vivisection demonstration for which his friend was volunteered. He couldn't remember who it was. He got to pull out the intestines. Then there was the buoyancy demonstration where another one of his friends was tied to a concrete block and drowned, while everyone else was given floaties and swam around above him in the pool as he died. He remembered being allowed to throw the switch on the electric chair in which his best friend had been strapped, who was pleading to be let out. He remembered the smell of the burnt flesh afterwards and smiled. Something was in his mouth. He remembered ice cream, and started sucking until the last thought faded.

Tom let out a sigh as his orgasm subsided. His cock still twitched in the boy's mouth every few seconds, but the convulsions had stopped completely. "Fuck, that was good. Thanks, Miss...?"

"Alaina. And your fingerprint?" The cat was holding out her phone expectantly, with the PrintPay app open. The screen read Pay Alaina C. $23.00?

"Beautiful name." Tom maintained eye contact as he pressed his fingerprint to the scanner. The phone let out a two-tone ascending beep, indicating a successful transaction. "Hey, are you doing anything later?"

"Not anymore," Alaina replied slyly, cocking her hips at an angle and resting a paw on her waist. "Are you about to ask me out on a date?" She smiled, watching as Tom slowly slid his cum-covered cock from the boy's mouth. The two adults looked down at the kitten, eyes blood-red and lips blue. Alaina bent down and kissed her dead son's lips, tasting his killer's semen on them.

This elicited a purr from Tom, who lifted the boy up a little, puppeting the corpse into returning the kiss. "Would you like to see a movie with me after we drop this off at a meat shop?"

Alaina smiled as she broke the kiss with her son's still-warm lips and, with Tom's help, hoisted him from the seating area to the baggage area. "Sure. Sounds like fun."