Caught by the Knot
When a young housecat is thrown outside while suffering her first real heat, she finds herself at the mercy of a passing stray dog.
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CAUGHT BY THE KNOT
Tinkerbell wasn't entirely sure what she had done wrong. She'd spent her entire life living in the Sanderson household, and never had it seemed like her humans had hated her. So why, all of a sudden, had they tossed her outside? Sure, she had been a little loud the last couple nights- okay, maybe she'd been a lot loud- but it wasn't her fault! Something was happening to her body that was just out of her control.
It had started almost five days ago, a sort of itch between her legs. But eventually that itch had turned into a dull pulsing, and then an aching throb that left her wailing for some sort of relief. And then, last night she'd been grabbed up by the scruff and dropped uncerimoniously on the poorch, where she'd been forgotten ever since.
She didn't dare stray any farther than her yard, not when she was in this condition and certainly not without some sort of understanding of it first. It was one thing to look out a window and see the outside, but it was a totally different experience to have the wind buffeting your fur and your ears filled with the sounds of cars and birds and all the other noise that came with a city.
Eventually, though, hunger did draw Tink from her hiding place under the porch. Her stomach rumbled something fierce as she thought about her bowl filled with food inside, and for the next half hour she meowed and clawed at the door in desperation- only to have it suddenly swing open. James, the husband, stepped out with a broom and gave her a fierce whack on the hindquarters, chasing her down the stairs and clear out of the yard.
Heart pounding and eyes brimming with tears, Tinkerbell ran blindly from her pursuer, hurt and confusion clouding her mind as she dashed across the road and cut through the yard across the street, not stopping until she reached the alley behind it. Without thinking, she crammed herself under the first thing she saw, which happened to be a pile of old wooden pallettes that had been left propped up on some cinderblocks to keep them off the ground.
Unable to hold back her tears any longer, Tinkerbell cried openly for the first time since her banishment from the house. She didn't understand why the humans she'd known and trusted for so long had suddenly thrown her out, and to make matters worse, on top of her hunger she could feel that painful ache between her legs flaring up again. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair-
A noise.
Pulled from her thoughts, Tinkerbell went stone-still. She had never listened so hard in her life, and a moment later when the shuffling sound started again, she bristled in terror. Had James chased her all the way here? Was he going to hit her again? Her body trembled in terror as she waited, half expecting the palletes to be ripped aside at any moment.
Instead, what met her was a voice. Not a loud or angry one, but rather, one that seemed quite calm, if not a bit curious.
"Um, are you okay?"
She didn't dare move or speak despite her own budding curiosity, and a moment later she saw a set of paws appear in the grass at the opening she'd squeezed in through. They were much larger than her own, with silvery grey fur and black claws that didn't retract back. A second later, and the owner of those paws was leaning down to peak under the pallettes at her.
It was a dog.
Tinkerbell fluffed out completely, a surprised hiss coming from her that sent the dog stumbling back a few steps. Apparent, she'd surprised him too. The realization made her feel a little more confident, and she quickly called out, "Leave me alone! I'll defend myself if you try something!"
Tink had never seen a dog up close before, but she knew a fellow predator when she saw one, and she wasn't taking any chances.
"Hey, easy there kitty-cat! I'm not gonna hurt you." he insisted, leaning down to peer at her again, but this time keeping back a foot or so.
"Yeah, right! Why else would you be sniffing around here?" she demanded through her sniffled, not buying what he was selling.
"Look, I saw that guy chase you off the porch and you looked pretty upset. I was just trying to ask you if you were okay. That's all."
"Well, I'm fine. So you can just go away now." she replied, more embarressed to have been seen in that situation than anything. Even if he was telling the truth, she certainly didn't want to talk about it with him.
"You don't look 'fine' to my." he snorted, his tone light and a bit amused as he lay down on her belly. "What were you trying to do over there anyways? You can't just go clawing up random doors for food."
"It's my food!" She exclaimed before she could catch herself. She couldn't help it though. Now that her reality was being spoken of out loud, anger joined the fray of her emotions- at the Sandersons, and at this dog for bringing it up.
"My food, my bed, my toys- all of it's in there. What else am I supposed to do?" she demanded, fresh tears coming to her eyes again.
"Ohhh, I see what's happened." the dog would say after a moment, his expression softening just a bit as the cats situation became clear to him.
"What do you mean? What's 'happened'?" she asked, because throughout everything it was answers she was most desperate for, even more than food in her belly.
"They dumped you, kitty. Threw you away."
She shook her head immediately, not believing it.
"No! They wouldn't. I've lived there my whole life, they love me. Why would they-"
The dog shook his head, cutting her off.
"That guy with the broom made it pretty clear. I won't pretend to know why they did it- sometimes it's a new baby, sometimes someone gets sick, and sometimes they just get bored with us- but I've seen it a hundred times. A lot of us out here had nice, comfy homes like yours once, but it didn't stop us from ending up on the streets fending for ourselves." he explained.
"W-what am I going to do?" she whimpered. "How do I find food? Or shelter? Maybe- maybe another family would be willing to take me in? she asked, gazing at him hopefully, but this hope was also shattered by a somber shake of his head.
"Nope. You think that hasn't been tried before? There's got to be hundreds of strays out here, all of them looking for an easy way out. No, once we're tossed out here nobody wants us- except the Catchers."
"The Catchers?" she echoed, not liking the sound of it.
"Yup. They drive around in these big black vans that are filled with cages, and if they see a stray they'll chase after it and grab it with their sticks. Anyones whose caught get's taken away and is never seen from again."
His words sent a chill of terror through her, and she shivered where she sat as the image of being pursued filled her head.
"It's impossible...How can I live out here like this?" she asked, the words aimed at nobody in particular as she lowered her head in defeat.
She would either starve to death or being carried off by these Catchers, she just knew it.
"Well, I wouldn't say it's impossible. Sure, it's hard and all, but if you know what your doing it's not half bad." the dog replied, apparently trying to lift her spirits.
"But I don't know what I'm doing!" she groaned.
"Maybe not, but I do. Maybe we can make a deal." the dog replied, and she could have swore she saw a glimmer of mischief in his gaze.
"What do you mean?" she asked, and her naivety would no doubt be her downfall.
"Well, I've been out here for a good while now and I've managed to keep myself alive. I know the best spots to find food, where the good hangouts are, and who to stay away from. I could keep you fed, warm, safe."
"Why?" she asked, "What would I even give you in exchange?"
He shrugged at this, as if the repayment bit didn't really matter as much as it should. "I'm sure there'll be a use for you. Your small, quiet, fast. Maybe you can learn to hunt birds for us or something."
This did seem to perk her up a bit. She'd often watched birds from the window and stalked them by the sliding door, but she'd never been able to actually catch one.
"And I bet you can climb all sorts of stuff. You'll be able to reach things I can't, like food or the best places for catching sun on a warm day." he continued, trying to paint a more positive picture.
And it was working. The idea of chasing birds, laying in the sun, and showing off her awesome cat skills was cheering her up a bit, and she'd had a big guard dog to protect her from the Catchers and other strays.
"I.. I suppose it would be better than being alone." she relented.
"It is. I wish someone had stopped to help me when I ended up out here." he replied, getting to his paws. "So some on out of there. You don't have to hide anymore."
Tinkerbell nodded and got to her feet, slowly pulling herself out from under the pile of wood. She knew that this decision of her would either be the smartest or stupidist decision of her life, and she silently prayed that she wouldn't feel his teeth her her body the second she was out.
Thankfully, that never happened. Tinkerbell hauled herself out, shook out her dirty coat, and then straightened up to look at the dog. He was wearing a classic dog-grin, tail wagging in a friendly manner behind him as he looked down at her
"There we go! So kitty-cat, you got a name?" He asked while quirking an invisible brow.
"Oh! I'm Tinkerbell, but you can call me Tink if you like." She replied, her confidence slowly building. "What's your name?"
"Rex. Nice to meet you Tinkerbell. Now, what do you say we go get some grub?"
Rex turned out to be everything Tinkerbell had hoped he would. The dog seemed to know the city well, and as he'd led her through the winding maze of alleys and streets he took time to point out things to her. She learned how to safely cross a road and that the right dumpster might hold a hidden treat, and that the old pitbull who belonged to the bakerys owner would sneak them treats if they stopped to say hello.
Tinkerbell also found that Rex was very likeable. He had a relaxed confidence about him that, along with his optimism and humorous nature, had a calming effect that seemed to bring her out of her shell quite easily. And she found she didn't regret her decision, because this day would have been a lot worse if she hadn't had him around. She was almost guilty about how much fun she was having with him.
As the day came to an end and the sun began to sink, it was time to finally head to her new 'home'. Rex had explained to her that he had a couple places around the city that he would crash depending on where he was, but for the most part the one they were heading to was his main haunt.
The place he led them to was in a quiet residential neighborhood, maybe a five minute walk from the downtown area. While most of the houses were well kept and seemed to be inhabited by humans, there was one that stood out from the rest. A fire must have ravaged it some time back, because black charred the outside on many places, and all the winows and doors were boarded shut.
It looked a little intimidating, but Rex didn't hesitate as he led the way through the side toward the back gat. It was a large wooden privacy fence that had been closed shut with a chain and padlock, but as he nosed at the door he revealed that the chain still allowed the gate to swing open about a foot or so, and he slipped inside before holding it open for her as well.
The back of the house didn't look nearly as bad as the front. The fire must not have reached it, because from the yard it looked like a perfectly normal house. The green grass was tall and uncut, but there was a clear worn trail through it that Rex took now, leading up to an old garage that stood untouched and forgotten.
"This is the place!" he announced as he pushed the door open. The latch was apparently broken, and it swung open easily despite the creaking of the hinges. "It's probably not as great as what your used to, but it beats a lot of the alternatives."
Tink followed him into the shed. It was dimly lit, but with her keen vision and the light that still came in through the windows, she found herself in a fairly spacious, clean interior.
"I got lucky. Most of this stuff was already piled in here. I had to organize it throw some of the smaller stuff away, but it was pretty worth it." the dog said as he proudly lept up to sit on an old brown recliner.
The garage was mostly empty aside from a few boxes stacked on the far side, and the dog had managed to push a brown loveseat and recliner out, along with a pile of blankets and pillows that were on the floor between them.
"It's better than I'd hoped for." she admit, jumping up onto the loveseat. "Thank you, again, for everything. I'd probably still be under that pile of wood where you found me, fighting rats or freezing to death."
"Don't sweat it. It's been nice to have some company. Your pretty okay, for a housecat." he teased.
"Your not too bad yourself, for a stray." she laughed, before she was cut off by a feeling under her tail.
It was that ache again, and it was coming back with a vengeance. She blushed as she tried to ignore it, so distracted by everything that she hadn't even thought of this scenario. What would Rex think, if she suddenly started acting crazy?
She tried her best to control it, to keep her breath even and to ignore the pain that made her want to yowl for relief, but it was so hard.
Rex seemed to notice her sudden shift in demeanor. She went quiet and looked away, her body stiff and her back legs shuffling as if she couldn't get comfortable.
"You okay?" He asked, and she nodded before quickly curling up with her back to him.
"Yeah, lets just get some sleep." she murmured.
When Tinkerbell opened her eyes, it was still night time. It was pitch dark out, and the only light in the garage came in silver beams through the window. She didn't have time to admire how pretty it was though. No, not with her entire body on fire.
She was panting hard from a dream she couldn't remember and her swollen pussy throbbed. For a moment she forgot where she was and restlessly rolled about on the couch, letting a low, keening fill the air. God, someone help her! She was so hot, so uncomfortable. Why was this happening?
Again another loud yowl rang through the garage, but this one wasn't met with silence.
"Tink? You okay?"
It was Rex.
The dog had sat up on his chair and was looking over at her, and while a small part of her knew that she should lie and try to pretend otherwise, her hazy mind didn't have the energy to come up with anything.
"No." she whimpered. "It hurts, Rex. This is why they didn't want me. I'm sick. I'm dying." she rambled, almost deliriously, through her panting, and she couldn't understand why the dog began chuckling at her.
"You silly cat." he murmured with a shake of his head, hopping off his chair. "Your not dying."
"I am!" she cried as he came to stand before her, making them almost eye-level since she was laying on the loveseat.
"Your not!" he insisted. "Your just in heat."
"I don't know what that means!" she whined pathetically, prompting the dog to roll his eyes at her.
"It means that your not going to die. Now put your tail toward me and lay on your back." he instructed.
Tinkerbell was confused, but did as she was told.
"Now, I said I was going to take care of you, and I have. Your in pain right now because your in heat and you don't know how to take care of it yourself, so I'm going to help you out again and do it for you. Okay?" Rex said, looking her in the eye so he knew she was listening.
"O-okay." she replied, afraidd but too desperate for relief to question it farther. She just needed it to stop, and Rex was right; he'd taken care of her well up until this point, so she had no reason to turn away his offer to help.
Of course, that still didn't prepare her in the least for the feeling of his nose against her sex.
She gasped and almost kicked him away, but her entire body froze when the initial shock of the contact was over. That cool, moist, firm bulb against her tender parts was soothing in a way she needed, and even the warmth puff of his exhales against her flesh caused her tail to twitch in a most delighted way.
He spent a few seconds just breathing her in, and then the cool nose was gone. A plaintive mewl escaped her, and she heard Rex snort in amusement before he began to gently lap at her slit.
Her claws flexed in the air as her entire body was flooded by euphoria. That was the only word that could describe it. Smooth and fat and ridiculously long, his tongue was so different from hers as it gently stroked her aching pussy.
With every second that probing wet muscle seemed to grow bolder in it's administrations, pressing a bit firmer with each stroke. Tinkerbell had begun making noises she didn't even know she could, chittering and mewling and panting harder that faster the more firmly he licked at her.
"Get on to your stomach." he said after a couple minutes, and Tink could hear a huskiness to his voice that hadn't been there before. He was panting too, and for some reason this made her sex quiver in anticipation.
Still, she obeyed.
With a silent nod she turned onto her stomach and stretched out into that classic 'mount me' pose instinctively, but Rex didn't climb on top of her. Not yet. She didn't know it, but from the moment he'd stuck his nose into her cunt his dick had gone hard, and now it was stiff as a rock between his legs.
His tongue dove for her as soon as she was in position, but this time it's intention wasn't to lap at her sore outer lips. This time his licks were more focused in spreading her open, slowly plunging his tongue past her folds to penetrate her insides.
Her reaction was immediate. Claws sunk into the couch with a deathgrip as a long, shuddering moan escaped her.
"R-rex! she panted, grinding back onto his tongue each time it tried to push its way inside her. If the licking was euphoria, than this was earth shattering. All her pent up lust and agitation was flooding to the surface as she finally felt some sort of relief from her condition. What had happened to her, where they were, who she was doing this with- none of that mattered to her. Only the stimulation. Only the pleasure.
Rex had been with plenty of bitches in his life. He was almost four and had been on the streets for most of his life, and it was fairly common for his kind to randomly hook up during the breeding season. But he'd never been with a cat before.
She was _so _tight, impossibly so, but he found himself caught up in her desire all the same. The smell of her driping sex, the taste of her juices, she feeling of her trying to spear herself on his invading tongue as she cried out his name and mewled like a little kitten. It was too much for him to just overlook.
And so in his mind, a part of him wanted to push this as far as he could.
Sitting down, he lifted his paws and brought them down across her back to hold her in place, and then he pushed his muzzle against her sex and began to lick into her with deep, powerful strucks. They were slow and purposeful, stretching her delicate insides as every strong thrust dove into her most senstive places.
Tinkbell was practically lost to it all at this point. The feeling of his paws on her back holding her firmly in place was exhilerating, and when he'd begun pushing that powerful, slippery tongue of his into her, she couldn't stop herself from yowling in pleasure as she clawed at the couch.
His tongue literally filled every inch of her passage. Everytime he withdrew and then shoved it back in, it was like a hot flood of tongue warmly filling and stretching every inch of her, leaving its final mark against her tender cervix before pulling out to repeat the process. It left her a thrashing mess, and her yowls and cries filled the night.
Rex knew she had cum at least twice by now, her pussy milking his tongue for a batter it could never spit into her. He was eager to feel it on his cock, but it had been important to do this first. Now that she was god and tongue-fucked her pussy would be a lot looser for him, and now he might actually stand a chance of being able to stick it in her.
Withdrawing his tongue from her sopping folds, he pulled her hips until her hindquarters were dangling over the edge of the couch, the claws of her backfeet hooked into the very edge of the cushion to keep her from falling off.
Then, he mounted her. Or at least, the best he could considering their size-diffferences. He couldn't exactly grip her by the hips like he would a bitch, and instead he used the couch to prop himself over her until his hips were flush with her own, a foreleg on either side of her body as he hovered over her.
The second the tip of his dick began to prod her hindquarters, her tail curled to the side and she began to wiggle her hips to meet it, and when he felt that hot, wet rin encompass the tip of his tapered sex it took every ounce of his will-power not to hammer into her like he would another dog. Instead he let her do the work.
Tink was so worked up by now that she couldn't think of anything other than prolonging that feeling of overwhelming pleasure, and when she felt his probing tip finally meet her tender lips, she eagerly pressed back into him. It was a little surprising to Rex, actually, but her enthusiasm worked in his favor.
"Fuuuuck, Tink. Your so tight." he moaned as the cat grinded back into him, forcing her pussy to spread and swallow inch after throbbing inch. His dick could feel her tight little sex clenching involuntarily every few seconds, as if she were in a perpetual state of orgasm that was intent on milking him for every last drop.
God, he couldn't take it anymore.
Pressing his body close to hers so she couldn't squirm away, he began to slowly buck his hips.
"OH! REX, DONT STOP!" she begged, her words fading into a loud moan as the feeling of his sword plundering her depths drove her over the edge. She thrashed and screamed and shuddered with every stroke of his firm rod, but he held her tight beneath him and did as she asked, slowly picking up his pace until he was straight fucking her.
Rex had never been as turned on in his entire life as he was right now. There was just something about how tabboo it all was that made his cock ache for her, and the fact that she was totally receptive and egging him on didn't help things one bit. And so he gave her what she wanted, letting his sex stretch her wide and relishing in every tight squeeze of her vagina.
Tink was sopping wet by now, if not from her own juices and the dogs saliva, then most certainly from the hot shots of precum he was unloading into her, which made her toes curl in delight. Nothing had ever felt so naturally right to her as the feeling of her moist tunnel being filled to the brim like this. Every slide of smooth flesh against her sensitive walls, every time he bottomed out in her and his tapered penis pressed up against her soft, open cervix, it was all fulfilling in a way she'd never experienced before.
And it wasn't over.
Despite the fact that he was filling her completely, Rex had more to give, and she could tell. There was something pushing at her pussylips, something smooth and hot and wide that was trying to push itsself in with every hard slap of their hips. As it slowly began to stretch her wide, she felt the dog above her suddenly press his full weight into her.
Suddenly she was pressed face-down into the couch cushion as he lowered all of his weight onto her to pin her entirely, and then he began to slam their sexes together with all the speed and need for release that a male dog is known for. He could hear her muffled screams and the sound of the couch cushion ripping as her claws sank into them, but her body was still presenting itself to him, back arched and ass presented high in the air to meet his invading cock.
Rex could feel his knot stretching her wide, forcing its way a little farther into her gaping sex with each thrust. Simultaniously, he could also feel her cervix stretching open on the head of his cock, and it was like a smaller, tighter vagina inside of her was trying to swallow him up.The vision that painted in his head was just enough to tip him over the edge, and with a sudden howl he slammed into her with a deep grunt, an audible 'pop!'f illing the dark little room. A few seconds later, and his howl was filling the air as his balls tightened and his own orgasm hit.
For a few moments he continued to pin her there, shivering and moaning as his dick shot load after load of his spunk directly into her womb.
After he'd had a chance to get his breath, he released his hold on Tink, looking down at her. She was completely out of it, her sex-crazed brain incapable of forming words as she groaned and moaned and cat-screamed her pleasure to the world. Her hot little cunt was working just as hard as his own genitils were, clamping and clenching and milking him over and over so that he didn't stop pouring his batter into her.
He couldn't help but grin at the sight, and slowly began to lower himself from the couch. This, of course, dragged the cat with him, slowly pulling her clean off the couch until she was just dangling from his knot between his legs. This seemed to instate an entirely new euphoria in her, and she began to let out loud, low moans and grunts, tears of pleasure coming to her eyes as she came again on his dick.
About half an hour later they finally seperated, the feline falling from his knot as it shrank enough to come loose. Her stomach was bulged from all the cum he'd pumped into her, and when they cuddled up to fall asleep at last, Rex decided he would definitely be making an effort to keep Tink with him. He'd take care of her for as long as she'd let him.