What Happens To Bad Cats
The following story contains swearing, ridiculousness , punishment, stuff that makes no sense, yiff and a bunch of stuff you probably wouldn't want to read to your Mom. If you don't like it, get out! If you are not of a legal age to view it, follow the guy who just left ;) By reading this, you automatically agree to take responsibility for your own actions. Enjoy.
"Fucking finally", Vincent wagged despite himself. His story was nearly finished.
TarantuLady: Click this linky stinky, Woolfe
... He paused at the keyboard and tilted his head... "ok..."
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TarantuLady: Oops, nevermind. Bad linky.
Vincent stared at the screen, dumbfounded. His paws hung limply at his sides. His headfur stood up straight.
His trance broke and he began to click, click, click.... "What the shit?" He began pressing keys frantically. "Where is it? Where the fuck did it go??!"
His paws fell to his sides again and his eyes narrowed. A low growl began in the back of his throat, rising until it became a sort of howl: "DEECAT!!!!!" His paws were clenched into fists. He clicked and swore some more. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck... NO!!!" He sat back and stared at the screen. "Cat, you are in a world of trouble."
Vincent stood and smoothed back his headfur. He stretched and then pulled open a drawer near his PC, growling obscenities under his breath.
TarantuLady: Hey? Hello? Vince?
Vincent Woolfe: What was that link, cat?
TarantuLady: I dunno... I made it up to see if it would be somethin'. ::giggles::
Vincent Woolfe: Are you in there?
TarantuLady: Yes! Come play!
Vincent Woolfe: I was just finishing a story, Dee.
TarantuLady: Neat! What of? Any lions in it? I love lions.
Vincent Woolfe: It got erased, Dee.
TarantuLady: How'd it get erased? That really sucks. I get mad enough to kill when that happens. Did you open something while you were... Ooh boy... Ummm, Vince? Listen I can't chat right now. I got some anchovy pizza in the oven and I'm sooo busy...
Vincent Woolfe: You stay right where you are, Cat.
Vincent held the object he had removed from the drawer. He plugged one end into the back of his PC. At the end of the cord, there dangled something akin to a wristwatch. He put it on his wrist. "Fucking cat", he pressed a button on the watchface...
The muscular grey wolf appeared out of nowhere. He fixed his shirt and took a deep breath. "Where are you, Cat?" he bellowed. No answer. He began walking down the road. A sign on his left proclaimed "Deecatsville. Population:Me!" He continued down the road, past the familiar catnip plants, looking up each tree he passed.
He stopped at a pile of plastic ponies and toy lions. There was a lint-covered black cat plushie sitting on a nearby treestump. He grinned maniacally... He was all teeth.
"You know how long I was working on that story, Cat?" No answer. "I know you're around here.... forgot to put away your toys." No answer. A huge purple butterfly tried to land on his nose. He shooed it away.
A troupe of rats came running by. He turned to see where they had come from. The junklot.
"DeeCat's Junkplace! The Funnest Place With Junk!" Vincent dragged his nails along the tin sign as he passed through the iron gates. Vincent stalked through the aisles of crap. He kicked over a busted old plastic giraffe with wheels on its feet and handlebars on the sides of its head. It didn't take long to spot the black tail sticking out from under the old silver Buick Skylark. The cigarette smoke wafting out from the other side of the car was a big clue.
Dee let out a feline screech as she felt the iron grip on her tail. She screeched louder as she was dragged out from under the Skylark. Her paws scrabbled up the dusty ground for purchase as the cigarette fell from her muzzle. It turned into a butterfly as it hit the ground, and fluttered away.
Vincent Woolfe held DeeCat's tail tightly as they disappeared from the junklot and reappeared near the stump, where "plushie" still sat dumbly. Woolfe was seated on a fallen tree, with the hissing feline bent over his leg, pinned under a paw. She was nude, as she usually was when she was in this place. She was kicking her legs as if she were trying to swim away.
He lifted her tail with his free hand. "Cat, do you have anything to say in your defense?" She stopped kicking and leaned her head back and spat, "You pulled my tail, Goddammit! You are officially banned! Get out of here! Get the fuck out of my... EEeeOOoWWW!!!"
Dee struggled in vain as she was delivered the spanking of a lifetime. Tears slid down her whiskers and landed as small flowers around the fallen tree. She kicked and swore. "Plushie! Run for help! Send for the troups! Woolfe, you bastard!" Plushie sat on his stump (as most plushies do XD) and stared into space. The spanking resumed.
Dee hung over Vincent's lap, panting. Vincent waited for her to stop hyperventilating. "You got anything to say, Cat?" The black feline took a few more breaths and then yelled out "Freedom!", in her best Mel Gibson as William Wallace voice, which wasn't very good.
As she was dragged down the dirt trail by her tail, the cat continued to try to run in the other direction. "Fuckface dirtbag assgoblin! I'll piss on your rug, Woolfe! I'll piss on your story!" Vincent paused and glared back at the cat menacingly, shutting her up momentarily. Then he continued down the trail, cat tail in hand. Screaming cat in tow...
They entered a clearing by a waterfall that emptied into a clear pool. Some goldfish crackers swam in circles around the perimeter of the water. A huge frog sat in the center of a lilypad that dominated the pool. "Hi, Vincent!" the frog said. "Frog", Vincent acknowledged.
"Shit, Dee, what did you do this time?" Vincent continued to drag the cat around the pool and down the path. Dee hollered to Frog, "Nothing but save the world from a stoopy-poopy story that sucked scrotums anywaaaaay!" as she was dragged out of hearing distance. Frog shook his huge head-body thingie and sighed, "Why doesn't she ever just apologize?"
Vincent continued down the path and through a crowd of furs that were seated before a stage. "Oh, crud.", Dee moaned, remembering that she'd finished reading that story by FuzzWolf again. "Yiffstar! Why have you foresaken meeeeeeee!"
There were several audible thumps as the wolf dragged her up the stairs and onto the outdoor stage.
"DeeCat is charged with the crime of totally fucking my story and basically fucking around as usual", Vincent said nonchalantly. The crowd roared, as he knew they would.
"That story was probably bogus! You should all be glad that he..." she continued to babble as two enormous wolves, one black and one white, stepped out to help Vincent restrain her.
"What are you guys doing here?" Dee demanded. "Well, you did leave us sitting in that freaking sequel." said the white one, as he tethered her paw to a pole on her left. "Yeah, when the hell are you
gonna finish that story, anyway?" said the black wolf, as he fastened her other paw to a pole on her right.
Dee rolled her eyes in disgust and tried to kick at Vince as he placed shackes around her ankles. Her legs were spread as the chains connected to the legshackles were also fastened to the poles.
The wolves stepped aside to allow the crowd a view of the cat, who seemed to suddenly realize her nudity. She stopped babbling and tried to squeeze her knees together. Her ears flushed bright red and flattened against her head. Her eyes were the size of silver dollars.
Vincent was boiling over with rage. Dee had basically shat on his story, even though she had never read it. Just like a cat... Anyway, she needed to learn a lesson this time. He walked over to a rack that held various tools of torture. He picked up a whip.
He stood behind the nude and trembling cat and spoke softly into her ear. "You got anything to say to me, Dee?" She seemed to ponder a moment and then spoke, "You suck. I'm so getting back at you for this."
"Then let the punishment commence" announced Vincent, to which the crowd cheered again. Several furs in the back were standing to get a better view.
He dragged the whip up her back and then slid it up her inner thigh, before pulling it back. WHACK! Dee bit her lip and glared at the crowd. WHACK WHACK WHACK! She stuck her tongue out at them as tears ran down her face.
Vincent allowed the whip to fall on the cat's soft back and buttocks again, before giving her another chance to apologize. She didn't seem to be getting the idea...
There was a wetness showing on the feline's thighs, and Vincent bent down to investigate. "What the?" he smiled. She was wet, and he guessed he had dragged the whip along her inner thigh a bit longer than he'd meant to.
Vince walked around and stood before Dee, unbuttoning his fly. "Hey. Vince, I have a male, you know..." He pinched her nipple and smiled. "I know. Do you delete his stories too?"
He kicked his pants off and waited for the crowd that apparently had been dominating the more private parts of Dee's imagination to stop their cheering. He went back to the rack and opened a silver and black
shoebox he had noticed earlier. The cat strained to see what was going on behind her. She was growing increasingly worried. "You know it was just a dumb story, Woolfe. You're being a complete spazz over this..."
"Sssssh", Vince hushed her as he scanned the contents of the box. Cat had quite a little collection going. He picked up a silver bullet-shaped vibe and turned the dial on the attached control box.
The vibrator hummed silently between his thumbpads and he smiled.
The feline was twisting to her right, trying to see Vincent. He crept up to the left of her and stifled a laugh when she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Now what, you big dummy?" her tail twitched about angrily.
"I think you owe me something" he said. "If you think I'm gonna apologize after you..." He interrupted her, "some fun..." She didn't have time to protest. He took the vibrator from
behind his back and applied it to her kitty clit. She yowled in surprise and tried to squirm out of the way. "What.. do you... (pant, pant)... What do you think you're...nnnnh... You'd better just stop that, Woolfe because I
mmm..." She ceased to squirm away from the stimulation and leaned forward in her restraints with her eyes closed.
... Vincent took the vibrator away.
Dee's eyes popped open and she stood rigid. "Now what?" Vince was kneeling in front of her with the vibrator turned low, smiling a very toothy grin. He touched the tip of the bullet to the hood of her
clit and rolled the dial on the box that he held in his other paw. He thumbed the vibrator onto the lowest setting and continued to grin from ear to ear as Dee tried to pretend she was ignoring him.
She stood, blushing profusely and gave an exhaggerated yawn, before pulling her arms against the restraints.
He thumbed the dial a bit higher and watched the disbelief register on her face. "Kitty wants to touch the clitty" he mused in a singsong voice. She didn't argue and he turned the dial up a bit more.
Her eyes were pleading, "Vince, you know I don't..." He thumbed the dial all the way and she closed her eyes again. He held the vibrator so that it was barely touching the tip of her clit and placed the control box
on the floor. He ran a finger along her furred thigh. She began to lean forward again and her eyes snapped open as the vibration ceased.
They were in the clearing again, alone, and Plushie was on his log... He hadn't called the troups.
Vincent sat on the fallen tree in front of her, dangling the vibrator from the cord that connected it to the control box. "Gimme that, you." She put out a paw. "You got something to say to me?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.
... Dee looked at her feet and sighed, "Yeah... Sorry I wrecked your story. And... sorry I said all that stuff." She kicked at a pebble and held her hands behind her back.
"Very well, take your toy", Vince held it out to her. She stepped forward and let him drop it into her palm.
They stayed that way for a while. DeeCat rolled her eyes. "Listen, I was gonna just do some stuff and you got a story to write, sooo..."
Vincent pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. They sometimes ran around naked here, anyways. It was actually pretty innocent. Dee looked up
and blushed. "Vincent I really need some alone time right now, if you know what I mean..."
The wolf leaned back and stroked his swollen sheath, "I know, Cat. You have a male. I'm not touchin' nothing. Well, nothing that don't belong to me."
Realizing that Woolfe wasn't leaving and thinking this is what the legendary "blue balls" must feel like, the black cat sat in the soft grass and watched the wolf watching her.
"This once", she said quietly. He nodded and continued to trace a finger over his sheath. It wasn't long before his cock swelled and flopped out into full view. He leaned back and
continued to stroke himself as Dee started finishing the job with her vibrator...
END! XD
Note to readers: I have never done acid and I haven't smoked anything but cigarettes in a long time. PS- ALL my stories are better than this one. >:P
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