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"Who's a Good Boy?"

"Hey, hybrid!" Orio ducked just in time to miss a football flying at his head. It had already been snowing heavily and of his three breeds of cheetah, lynx and leopard, none of them really enjoyed the cold. His tail swished angrily as he looked at Jerome Pete, a burly looking rottweiler who had gotten it into his head he could pick on the cat anytime he likes. He stumbled out of the pile of snow as he stormed over to the dog and shoved him.

"Come on man, what the hell was that?" He asked. "Just because you're jealous doesn't mean--"

"Jealous? Ha!" Jerome belted off a laugh. "Jeeze, cat. You really don't get me, do ya? Dogs are just better than you felines'll ever be." He laughed as he turned and his group started after him.

"Hmmph!" The cat shrugged angrily as he pulled his backpack onto his shoulders again and started the opposite direction.

The town had a frigid chill this morning, following a hard snow the night before that had added at least a foot to the already unbearable dunes of white that had covered the town the week before. He breathed through his nose as he walked, finding himself occasionally amused by the size and curling of the mists that escaped his nostrils. It wasn't far he had to go to his work; he had picked up a temporary job at the local coffee shop, and actually enjoyed the reprieve from the cold weather outside.

"Ori! It's about time you got here!" The gruff lion behind the counter growled as he punched the side of his fist onto the counter, making half the restaurant jump.

"Sorry about that." Orio shrugged, adjusting his bag. "Be right to work." He said as he walked back into the kitchen to remove his backpack and slide it into the break room. Pulling a green colored smock on, he sighed and stepped back out into the bustling room he'd come in from originally.

A coyote, a new employee stood practically trembling at the register as a line. He was still intimidated by the more complicated orders, but slightly less timid when it came to the simple ones. Being the only one there though it had to be tough.

"Alright anyone wanting more than a coffee or espresso over to this line!" Ori announced and half the line shifted over toward his station. The coyote, named Cody wiped his brow as the next lady came up to his register to order.

For twenty minutes the lines continued to flood into the restaurant, with both Cody and Orio giving the orders to the back kitchen, things seemed to flow a lot faster now and they were churning out customers faster than they were coming in. Once the last few customers had approached the counter, Ori scowled and nearly dropped his head onto the counter; Jerome had come in with his buddies who stood in the back by the door cackling as the dog came up to order.

"Sayyyy cat. I didn't know you worked here." He said snidely. "You're really a glutton for punishment, aren't you?"

"What do you want, Jerome?" Ori sighed as he readied his hands at the register. He was suddenly startled as the rottweiler grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to the drawer.

"I think the question is what is it you really need, Orio?"

"Is there a problem here?"

The lion's voice startled the both of them, but it couldn't have come at a better time as Jerome released the cat's arm and returned to a standing posture. "Yeah I just need a mochiato, large with caramel on it. You think you can handle that, Orio?"

"You know this guy?"

Orio shrugged and nodded, glancing into the dog's blue eyes. "Yeah, I guess I do." He said, entering the order as requested. He wasn't sure why he didn't decide to report Jerome; the jackass could have been escorted out of the building for what he'd just pulled. But something told Ori that there was some reason he was there, and the fact that Jerome stuck around even after finishing his drink told him that he needed to go talk to him.

Sighing, the cat ended his shift by slinging his smock over the break room door where he'd found it and gathered his bag. Stepping out of the kitchen he noticed that the rottie was the only one left sitting in the diner. "What is it?" Orio asked with a sigh as he clutched the bag on his shoulder tighter.

"You've got to be the weirdest cat I've ever seen." Jerome said without skipping a beat. "I swear if you were a dog, those looks you shot at me throughout the entire afternoon would have been followed by a low growl."

"Well I'm sorry I'm too cat like for you. I guess part of me doesn't agree with being a dog." Orio said as he started toward the door, pausing the moment he felt a large hand clap down on his shoulder. The contact made his skin crawl and his heart start racing.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy." He said. "Maybe I wasn't clear." He leaned in, putting his hands onto the door, boxing the cat in. "I think you want to be a dog, but you won't admit it. I think somewhere in that mixed breed head of yours is a pitbull just screaming to get out."

"Fuck you." Orio said, glaring at the large dog who simply exhaled in amusement.

"Maybe. Maybe." He said. "But let's talk about this first, okay?"

"Orio? You got a problem?"

The lion's gruff voice came like a blessing to the cat who looked past Jerome to see the lion sliding an arm through his jacket and staring at the two of them.

"N-no. He was just leaving." He glared at the rottie whose muzzle turned toward the lion and he smiled.

Awkwardly, the lion smiled back before turning his attention back to Orio. "Alright. But he gives you trouble, you know where to find me."

"Yes, sir."

The night air was somehow even colder than they had predicted as Orio and Jerome left the shop together. Immediately, the cat's hands flew into his jacket pockets and he began to shuffle away quickly. Jerome had to jog to catch up with him. "Hey c'mon don't be like that." He exclaimed, forcing Orio to stop suddenly, almost making the dog trip over him.

"Don't be like what? Until three hours ago you didn't seem to give a damn if I existed or not. Now we're supposed to be all chummy?"

"Look, I just thought you could use a break. That's all."

Ori sighed loudly to vent his frustration, it didn't help much. "What the fuck do you want?" He asked more angrily this time.

"This isn't really about what I want, it's about what you want." Jerome was talking oddly again.

"What?" Orio's ears cocked to different angles.

"I know cats are supposed to be prideful and not admit when they really want something they aren't supposed to want, right? But I've seen you wanting it, from the second I saw you staring at the dogs in the showers, I knew it."

"And what's that?" Orio asked, rolling his eyes and moving to force the dog to keep up with him.

"A day in the life of a dog."

Orio stopped again. "What?"

Almost tripping over Orio a second time, Jerome stumbled and caught himself. "Jeeze, you might want to warn me next time you do that." He said.

"C'mon, Jerome. What are you talking about?"

"Ahhh now you're wanting to talk, huh? Because there's something in it for you." He said. "Well I've got my methods, and if you want to experience them, meet me at this address tomorrow night." He said, shoving a strip of paper into Ori's pocket.

"I gotta work."

"Skip it. This is more important." Jerome explained calmly. "Just meet me there tomorrow night. Got it?"

Without a word either way, Jerome turned around and started walking away, leaving Orio standing in the cold snow. He dragged the paper out of his pocket and read the address, it wasn't far from where they were now, but it was in an apartment complex.

The next morning, Orio woke up hanging over the edge of his bed. He barely had a chance to move before falling out onto the floor naked. Once again he didn't bring anyone home to spend the night, once again he was waking up alone on a bitterly chilly morning. He didn't want to get dressed, he didn't want to go to school, or go to work... he paused for a moment, noticing the strip of paper underneath his monitor:

1408 Jeffries Street - (Don't be late)

He turned the paper over in his fingers again, sighing. Was he really considering doing this? It had to be a trap or something. But he didn't have to be there until 8, so he had until then to decide. It wasn't until he saw a bus pass in front of him, making him stop on the curb that he realized that he really didn't have anything to do that day. The fact he was out on such a cold morning was alien to him.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged out."

Jerome's voice made Orio jump as he turned to see the dog sitting on the bus stop bench relaxing, his feet on the cold ground like it was nothing. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Gesturing to the sign he made a peculiarly obvious face. "Uh I'm waiting for a bus?" He spoke sarcastically.

"Oh, right." Ori said. "You going to tell me what this is all about?" He asked, holding up the note.

"Nope. You'll just have to come by and see."

"What makes you think I'll show up?" Orio threatened, crossing his arms and feeling his tail flick.

"Because dogs are superior to cats." He said, pointing a finger at Orio. "And I think somewhere underneath that fuzzball coughing head there, you might think I'm right."

"Fuck you."

Jerome's grin broadened. "In due time." He said, flashing a smile at the cat.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"

"You'll see." He chuckled and looked at his watch. "My bus should be here in a few minutes. Why don't you sit down and talk to me. Even though I know what you're going to say."

Doing so, Orio felt almost compelled to comply to Jerome's request. Sitting down next to him, he didn't seem to mind the dog's arm falling back behind the bench, his fingers gently stroking the cat's neck. Orio shuddered a bit, but found himself turned on by the attention at the same time. "What makes you think dogs are superior to cats?" He asked.

"Have you ever been with a dog, Ori?" He asked, his voice almost deepening as he leaned in some.

Orio looked up into the dog's blue eyes, and couldn't help but feel captivated by them. Their vast blueness made his fingers and toes begin to tingle. He could feel his heart racing now as if Jerome had some sort of a power over him, his jaw fell a bit as he stared intently into Jerome's gaze. "I... no..." He wanted to tell a lie, he wanted to tell Jerome he'd been with plenty of dogs, and none of them were better than a cat. But something was keeping him from lying to him. "No, I haven't."

Jerome's expression felt almost vacant, but a gentle touch of his fingers stroking the cat's cheek made him purr just a little bit, he couldn't quite stop it from surfacing. "Then how do you know we're not...?" He asked. He was much closer now than he had been, their jackets almost pressing together as they breathed in and out together, Jerome's muzzle only an inch from Orio's.

There was a sudden spit and whine that broke the eye contact between Jerome and Orio as the bus had pulled up to the stop. Jerome smirked and stood up. "Looks like my bus is here. You coming tonight?" He asked.

"I..." Orio wanted to say no, but he suddenly felt compelled to answer "Yeah. I'll be there."

"Good. We can "talk" then."

The tone that the rottweiler gave struck a suspicious chord with Orio but he watched almost frozen as Jerome boarded the bus and it rolled down the street. It had to have taken two or three minutes after the bus was out of sight before Ori could feel himself able to move on his own again. What was it that had just happened. Orio rubbed his head in confusion, but he knew there was no backing out of it.

The sun had gone down almost three hours ago, and Orio walked down Jeffries, passing the building marked as 1408 for almost an hour. Passing it, again and again as he looked at his watch and saw it counting up toward the 8:00 hour. Finally having enough of this, he walked to the building and entered the revolving door, depositing himself in a much warmer lobby. This was definitely a fancy part of the city, a doorman and mail boxes were in the main room where adjoining rooms led off to fireplace-lit lobbies off the main drag. Finding an elevator he stepped inside and made his way to the eighth floor. Each floor had the same letters of the alphabet, all twenty six of them on each level. Finding 'D' wasn't hard it was only a few doors down from the elevator. He hesitated, then knocked on the door which opened slowly under the weight of his knock. Pushing the door open a little more, he couldn't see very far into the room.

"Hello?" He asked before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was completely dark inside, he could barely see his hands in front of his face if not for the door being open he wouldn't see-- *click* --oh damn.

Suddenly something came down over Orio's face, making him gasp and his muzzle crammed rather tightly into a thick leather mouth. He brought his arms back to try and push his attacker away, but whoever it was grabbed one of his wrists and put a leather mitt onto it. Then the same thing with his other hand. Something was seeping into the hood, a strange smell that made his heart race and his blood felt like it had started to boil. The lights came on and he covered his eyes for a moment to let them adjust. When they did, he saw Jerome standing there naked in front of him.

"Very good. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up." He said with a laugh. "Now strip." He said more commandingly.

The hood felt like it was reacting to his voice. Ori grabbed at it, but was helpless to take it off with the mitts on. He inhaled and exhaled, he couldn't talk, his mouth was jammed mostly shut, he could only grunt. He managed to get ahold of his shirt and tug it off of his body. His hands then fumbled at his pants, he couldn't pull the button of his jeans to take them off.

"Mmphahgah..." He tried to talk again, but was cut off by a sudden sharp bark from the rottie.

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, mutt." He said harshly. "Now take your pants off." Unable to explain himself, Orio forcibly pulled his pants down past his waist, letting his cock bounce out of the trousers as he pulled them down to his thighs and stepped out of them. "Good boy. Now, sit." He tried not to, but he felt compelled to once again, the tingling and the radiating heat flushing through his chest was enough to make any cat fall to his knees. He did so, then leaned back, putting his paws on the floor.

"WUFF!" He barked, suddenly having a full range of motion to his mouth, but only to do that.

Jerome grinned a bit. "That's a good boy. Do you understand now why dogs are superior?"

"Rrrrr....rrrruff!" Ori could hardly believe it, his throat was growling, he was barking and not purring, this was an incredible feeling. Still, he couldn't control his own actions and as the dog approached, running his thumb along his cock, Orio could feel his own cock dripping wiith precum.

Aiming his cock against Orio's mouth, the masked cat gasped, suddenly feeling the warm flesh push into his mouth, its greater thickness stretching his jaw, but opening it much wider as the dog grabbed the back of his head and slowly pushed his head onto his cock. "Mmmm... oh yes... suck on it, pup." Jerome growled and grabbed the cat's head even tighter. "I want you to beg for it, Ori... beg for me..."

Ori whimpered soundly, his tongue twining around the smooth shaft that was quickly developing its knot, oh how he wished he could trade his own barbed cock for a thick knot. He whined, wanting it more and more. His tail swished and he felt a low growl rising up from deep within Jerome's chest, culminating in a muffled howl as the rottie came hard into Orio's mouth. Thick wet seed soaked his tongue, filling his nostrils and the mask with the musky flavor.

"Mmm, good pup..." He rumbled and slowly pulled himself from Ori's maw before crouching down and stroking the cat's hair, making him lean into the petting. "There'll be plenty more of that in a bit, let's go to bed." He grinned a bit.

Compelled to follow his master walking away, Orio trotted toward him on all fours, and Jerome turned to look at him as they went through another door to head into the back. "Who's a good boy?" He asked.

"Wuff!" Orio barked more confidently now.

"That's right... you are."

THE END