Alley Cat Chapter 2
Hello everybody! I know this took way longer than it should have, and I am sure you guys probably gave up on seeing a chapter 2. But surprise, surprise! It is chapter 2 of my story, Alley Cat! I hope you enjoy, even if it wasn't worth the wait!
ALLEY CAT: CHAPTER 2
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Frisk threw the briefcase down onto the rooftop in anger. She glared at it as it slid away from her, then shifted her gaze upwards in defeat. She had been fiddling with the six digit combination lock for the last hour or so and still received no results. Breaking codes was definitely not on her list of skills. She was just a simple stray, an alley cat. She knew how to fend for herself on the streets,; finding food, shelter, money and people to fuck for all of those needs listed.
She looked over to the briefcase once again. It was sitting on its side, slightly crooked. It seemed to mock her, concealing away its secrets and unyielding to her attempts of opening it. She reached into her large leather coat pocket and pulled a switchblade from it. She pressed on a small button on the knife, causing it to spring out. She had always preferred switchblades to any other kind of knife. A switchblade was similar to her claws, the sharp blade could be extended when needed and retracted when not. Right now, she thought she needed the blade. It would do far more damage than her claws ever could and it was less prone to breaking than her claws were.
She walked over to the briefcase, switchblade in hand with the knife extended. She sat down next to the briefcase, looking at it. She didn't want to stab it before, afraid that she may accidentally damage whatever was in it, but now she felt like there was no other option. She picked the briefcase up and gently shook it. The briefcase, although far more heavy than it appeared to be, did not rattle when shook. Whatever was in it could either take up a lot of space or it could be well packed in. Or in the unlikely situation, the briefcase was empty. She hoped it wasn't; if it was, she would not hesitate in throwing it off the roof of the building.
Suddenly, a thought came to her. Perhaps I could cut at the corners, less likely to damage whatever is in the briefcase. She picked the briefcase up and turned it so that it stood vertically. She used her knife like a saw, cutting at the edges of the briefcase, where not only would it be less likely to damage the contents, but it would be weaker and easier to cut. She cut furiously at the corner of the briefcase for a good period of time. It was all to no avail, however. The briefcase would not cut open.
Slightly irritated by what seemed to be an invulnerable briefcase, she stabbed at the corners. Once again, she was unable to pierce through the briefcase's exterior. She was extremely frustrated now, tossing the briefcase onto its other side so that it lay flat.
She lifted her blade high up into the air and came straight down into the middle of the briefcase, no longer caring about the insides, just wishing it was open. The blade crashed into the briefcase with a dull thud. The impact of the blow shook through her knife and up her wrist, causing her to drop the knife and grab at her paw in pain.
The briefcase was not pierced. She hissed at the briefcase and kicked it away from her, her tail twitching angrily as she glared over at it. It hurt her paw, wasted an hour and had refused to open. She was rather fed up with the briefcase. She sighed and walked over to the ledge of the roof, away from the briefcase. There was a low wall surrounding the roof, preventing anybody from falling off.
She leaned against the wall, looking down in the street. It was quite a different scene than it was at night time. There were plenty of cars driving down the street and a never ending crowd of people bustled down the sidewalk, each hurrying to get to their own specific destination, no time for the others.
A man came running out of the entrance to the building she was on top of. He was wearing a business suit and seemed to be somewhat frantic. He yelled out a loud curse after frantically looking around. He ran off down the streets, pushing people out of the way.
Frisk smiled as she watched the man disappear into the crowd of people. She called out, "Goodbye Howie! You horny bastard." Only she could hear, of course, but that's all that mattered. Howie was where she got the briefcase. He had fucked her twice the night before, and then three times while she slept this morning, and then once more while she showered.
She felt that he sort of deserved what he got, after taking advantage of her in her sleep. She turned away from the ledge, being reminded of the frustrating briefcase that she had cast aside on the roof. She went back and picked it up, talking to herself, "What do you have that is so important that nobody can get inside? I am going to have to find somebody else to open you. I really don't know how."
She reached into her coat pocket with her free hand and pulled out a cigarette pack. The frustrating briefcase was enough to get on her nerves. Once she opened the pack, she glowered. "No smokes, the day is just getting better and better!" She angrily threw the empty pack off the ledge, not caring if it hit anybody down below. She climbed down the fire escape with the briefcase in her hands, taking off down the alley way until she reached the other street and headed off in the opposite direction that Howie had gone.
Frisk had been walking for quite a while when she heard her stomach growl at her. She sighed, realizing now just how hungry she was. She looked around for any sign of food and spied a street vendor selling hotdogs a little further down the street. She licked her lips and headed towards the vendor.
As she walked a police car pulled up close to the curb and slowly drove alongside of her. She acted casual, just walking to the vendor, knowing if she ran he would definitely go after her. What with all of the evidence she had on her right now, she really couldn't afford to have the police busting her.
The window to the cop car rolled down and a voice shouted out, "Alliea! Hey Allie!" Without stopping or looking over, Frisk simply replied, "I don't go by that name anymore." She heard the cop let out an annoyed sigh. He shouted back to her, "Fine, Frisk! Just, come over here." Frisk stopped and looked over, walking a little closer to the cop car.
Inside the car was a Doberman in a police uniform. Not completely sure on his age, Frisk placed him at about 30. She stared at him with a slightly annoyed look, "What do you want, Roman? I'm hungry and was just about to get some food." Roman glanced over at the hotdog stand, "I hope you intend to pay for it." Frisk simply rolled her eyes, "Is there a reason you are bothering me?" The Doberman nodded his head, "Yeah, you're wanted."
Frisk's eyes widened and she stared at him. Her voice was surprised as she spoke, "Really, that quick huh? I knew Howie was an idiot, but I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to tell the police about being robbed by a sixteen year old he paid for sex."
Roman stared at her in confusion, "Look, Allie, I don't know what you're talking about, but stay hidden for now. I'm on duty right now, but come by my place when I get off. We need to talk." She smiled at him and said, "Sorry, can't do that. This cat's hungry. And I told you, it's Frisk now."
Roman glared at her and then reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a chain of keys and undid one, tossing it out the window at her. Her eyes focused on the object immediately and she instinctively reached out and caught it, then looked at him blankly. He said to her, "That's the key to my place. Go there, make yourself something to eat and then stay inside until we can talk. Okay, Allie?"
Frisk didn't respond, and Roman didn't bother to wait for a response before rolling up his window and driving off. Frisk watched his car head down the road. She wasn't completely sure what to make of what he had just said, her eyes peering down at the key in her hands. She grinned to herself and said, "Nope, not until I get my hotdog."
She reached the stand, finding a rather long line waiting to get dogs. She grinned and didn't bother getting in line. The hotdog vendor was preoccupied with a rather picky customer that couldn't seem to decide on what he wanted and didn't want on the hotdog. As they discussed what sauerkraut was, Frisk took the opportunity to sneak off with a wiener and a bun.
Yes, she could have very easily paid for the dog with the money she stole from Howie, but they don't taste nearly as good as when they are stolen. Plus, there was a line, and Frisk wasn't a very patient person.
She sat down out of sight of the vendor and bit into the plain dog. It didn't have any mustard or ketchup or anything fancy on it, just a simple dog and bun. She would have definitely been caught if she had wasted her time dressing her stolen food. She didn't mind the plain dog, it was still filling.
After finishing the wiener, she decided she might as well go find out what Roman's problem was. She navigated her way through the large cities rather confusing streets, knowing exactly how to get around on foot and even shortcuts through alleyways.
She finally arrived at Roman's house, pulling his key out and unlocking the door. The front door lead directly into the living room. It was surprisingly pristine for a bachelor pad. The walls were rather barren, excluding a nicely sized wall mounted flat screen TV. A leather couch was directly across from it with a wooden coffee table. The remote to the TV was sitting on the table along with a few magazines.
Frisk pawed through the magazines a little gingerly, grinning at a few that were full of nothing but naked women and stories of intense sexual encounters. She slipped one open, looking over the girls sprawled out in different poses for a short while and comparing them to herself.
Frisk didn't have nearly as large tits as most of the girls in the magazine, but she knew it didn't matter too much. Many people fancied her, regardless of her age. In fact sometimes being so young helped make her even more attractive to people.
She dropped the magazine onto the coffee table and picked up the remote, flipping on the TV. Commercials at the moment, but it didn't matter much to her. She hadn't turned the TV on to watch something, but more of background noise. The house was far too quiet for her liking. She was used to being outside, in the city where there was constantly some kind of noise. The lack of sound was rather disturbing to her.
Frisk got up off the couch, turning around and walking over to the kitchen. The kitchen was only separated from the living room by a bar, which appeared to be kept well in stock by Roman.
Frisk grinned and searched through the cupboards until she found where Roman kept the glasses. She pulled one of the glasses out and set it on the bar. She walked to the freezer and pulled open the door, pulling out an ice tray. She then opened up the fridge and pulled a can of Coke out. She walked back over to the bar with the Coke and the ice.
Frisk placed a few ice cubes into her glass and crouched down. She opened up the lower cupboards of the bar, finding that they held a variety of different drinks in them. She grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and stood up. She poured a shot of Whiskey into the glass and filled the rest with Coke. After stirring the drink, she put the bottle of whiskey back under the counter and went back into the living room with her drink.
She sat down on the couch and started to watch the TV. It wasn't really anything very entertaining to her, just the news. Frisk drank her Coke and Whiskey as she idly stared off into space, not actually listening to what the news said.
Frisk was in deep thought about earlier today, "Why do the police want me, if they don't know about what I stole from Howie? I haven't done anything worth getting the police's attention without them seeing it happen, other than stealing that briefcase."
Deciding she wouldn't know until Roman came home, she decided to put it out of her mind. She looked over to the TV, deciding to find something more interesting to watch. The news was talking about some sort of gang fight that had happened earlier as she lifted up the remote and changed the channel.
Flipping through the networks that Roman had subscribed to, Frisk didn't find anything she really wanted to watch. She changed the TV to one of the music channels and finished off her drink. She got up and made herself another drink as she waited for Roman to get off his shift. Frisk spent the next few hours rummaging through Roman's food and listening to music as she waited for the Doberman to come home.
Frisk glanced up, hearing the doorknob turn. She got ready to fight or run, whichever seemed most appropriate. The door swung open and Frisk pounced onto whoever entered the room, knocking him over. She was ready to tear him up, lifting her paw up and extending her claws. As her claws came down to scratch at him, she felt a strong grip around her wrist holding her hand in place. Her tail flailed about in anger and she hissed as the intruder spoke, "Allie! It's me, Roman!" Frisk soon realized, recognizing the voice and actually looking down to see who she had pounced, it was Roman. Instead of his uniform, he was wearing casual wear. A jacket, simple T-shirt, blue jeans, and on his head, a red bandana .
She blushed and retracted her claws. Roman let go of her wrist and she quickly got off of him, "I'm sorry. I thought you were breaking in." Roman got up as well, letting out a small laugh and saying, "I should keep you around here more often. You'd scare off any intruder faster than anything else." She blushed even more and looked down at the ground.
Roman sniffed the air, "Have you been drinking, Allie?" She looked up and nodded, "Yeah...." Roman rolled his eyes, "I said make yourself some food, not raid my liquor cabinet." She grinned at him, tail flicking. Roman sighed and smiled, "At least you are here like I asked. I was afraid you'd think it would be a great game to run around outside as the police chase you down."
Frisk laughed and nodded her head, "It would be fun, Roman! I don't think a dumb cop could catch me anyways." Roman glared at her and she grinned back saying, "You aren't a dumb cop, Roman. You already caught me here!" Roman laughed a little and sat down on the couch. He patted the cushion next to him, looking at Frisk, "I have to tell you something, Allie."
Frisk rolled her eyes, "Quit calling me that! I'm Frisk!" Roman let out an exasperated sigh, "Frisk. Please, sit down." She smiled at him and walked over. She climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and dangling off of him. She spoke up in a mock loving voice, "What is it, Roman?"
Roman stared at the in his lap, dangling herself from his neck. "How much have you had to drink, Frisk?" He asked her in a slightly stern voice. "Not much, Roman. I'm hardly buzzed at all." He nodded, not really sure if he should believe her or not. She stared at him, "What have you been wanting to tell me all day, Roman? Does it have something to do with me being wanted."
The Doberman nodded his head in response to her question. "Yes, Frisk. It has everything to do with you being wanted. You see, you're father is looking for you and he's tracked you down to somewhere in New Angels." Frisk glowered and quickly stood up, shouting, "I will not go back to him!"
Roman nodded his head, "What did he do to you that was so bad, anyways?" The upset feline paced back and forth, glaring at the Doberman and shouting out, "I really would prefer not to talk about it! I've been gone this long, I don't want to go back! Especially not now!"
Roman nodded his head, deciding not to push the matter much further. He stood up and stared at frisk. The Doberman towered over the young feline, standing almost two feet taller than her. She stopped in her tracks, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the large stature of her friend.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared directly into her eyes, "Even though he believes you are here, that doesn't mean he is going to find you. Lay low for a while. Stay here in my house and try not to head out. The less your face is seen, the more it seems that you have moved on."
What he said made sense to her and helped her calm down some. She stared up at him, "Are you sure you want me to stay here?" He slowly nodded his head, "Yes, Frisk. You're like a daughter to me, maybe even more than that in some aspects. I'd do anything to help you." She smiled at that and quickly hugged him. He gently hugged her back for a short while until she broke the hug, "Thank you, so much! I couldn't stand to be back there again..." Roman nodded his head in understanding.
Now that they had somewhat of a plan, Frisk was a lot more at ease. She was able to put the events of the day out of her mind as she and Roman watched a couple of movies on TV. Roman cooked dinner for the two of them, which wasn't really that bad, although he wasn't much of a chef.
They watched a couple of fake cop shows, which Roman would always critique, pointing out that a cop would never do some of the things they did in the shows. Frisk would then critique the criminals and point out easy ways to get out of the situation they found themselves in. Both would laugh at the stupidity of the people on TV after pointing it out to each other.
Eventually, though the night grew dark and Roman grew tired. He brought a few blankets out of the closet and gave them to Frisk, for her to use. He called out, "Goodnight, Allie" as he headed towards his room. She glowered at him and shouted, "Frisk! I'm Frisk now!" Roman chuckled and headed into his room, closing the door behind him.
Frisk turned the light off in the living room and stripped down to her panties. She lay down on the couch and pulling the blankets over her. She stared up blankly at the ceiling, now that it was quiet and she was alone, her thoughts raced through her mind. What was she going to do? There was no way she could just stay inside Roman's house all the time. Even then, her father could find her. She sighed and rolled onto her side, hopefully the thoughts would go away.
However, the thoughts kept coming. There was no way she would be able to sleep. Not alone in this house, especially with all of the quiet. She let out another sigh and got up off of the couch, heading towards Roman's room.
She slowly opened the door and whispered, rather loudly, "Roman? Are you still awake?" She heard him shift in his bed and reply, "Yeah. What is it, Frisk?" She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. It was completely dark inside, his light having been turned off and the curtains drawn shut.
Frisk whispered loudly, "I don't really want to be alone tonight... can I sleep in bed with you instead?" She quickly found her way to his bed before he could reply. Roman spoke, sounding somewhat unsure, "Uuuh..." But that was as far as his thought was able to go before Frisk slipped under the covers with him.
Frisk placed one of her arms on Roman's side, still a short distance away from him. She could tell by feeling that they were face to face. "Roman... I am extremely grateful for what you are doing for me..." Roman didn't respond, but that didn't bother her any.
She laid there like that for a short moment, debating whether or not she should do what she really felt like doing right now. Deciding to go for it, she pulled herself up against him and pushed her lips to his, kissing him. She felt his hand move to the back of her head, holding her close to him as he kissed her back, pushing his tongue into her mouth. The kiss ended up being far more passionate than she had originally intended as she caressed his tongue with hers.
Once the kiss finally broke off, Frisk realized something she hadn't noticed before. Roman wasn't dressed. He had probably been naked the whole time she was in here, which explained why he seemed so hesitant and unresponsive. She blushed, feeling his rather large stiff member pressed against her. Somehow the passionate kiss had made her miss that detail.
Roman started to speak, "Frisk... I..." But she cut him off quickly, "Ssshhh!" She reached down and slid her panties off, pressing her naked hips against his, letting his hot member rub against her slit. He didn't try to talk anymore after that. She felt his hands stroke her back and then grabbing onto her bra, undoing the clip that held it and chucking it off the bed.
Now that they were both completely naked in bed, they couldn't resist each other any further. One of Roman's hands rubbed her breast as the other moved down to press on her butt. Her tail quivered in pleasure and she quickly found herself in another deep kiss with the Doberman.
Roman rolled Frisk onto her back, holding himself up over her with his hands and knees. Frisk's paws were all over his chest, feeling over his well toned body. The police dog worked out, and well he should considering his job. Frisk quivered with anticipation as she felt him lowering down against her.
Soon, she felt the tip of his canine prick rubbing along her slit, pressing against her clit and spurting hot pre over her. She shivered in delight and anticipation, letting a groan into his mouth as he teased her with his hard and hot length.
Finally, when Frisk didn't think she could take it much more without clawing at him in frustration, she felt his length drive into her with one hard thrust. His knot bumped against her entrance as the rest of his length buried itself into her. She gasped and let out a loud moan of pleasure into his mouth, her legs quickly wrapping around his hips as he started pulling back.
She felt every inch of the large canine prick brushing along her inner walls as it dragged slowly back, nearly pulling completely out. He stayed there for a while, teasing her more. Suddenly, he slammed in again, knot brushing up against her entrance once more. She gasped with the second slam, letting out another groan into his mouth.
The Doberman smiled and broke the kiss. She stared up at him in the dark, not able to see his smile or even really stare him in the eyes. He started licking at her neck and slowly thrusting in and out of her at a constant speed. His large, hot, canine tongue felt wonderful as it ran over and over the fur on her neck. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck fully for him and letting out a long moan.
Frisk was used to a rough, quick, and lust filled fuck when it came to having sex. This differed greatly. While it was nowhere near as hard and fast as she was used to, it was slow and passionate. It was less fucking and more like making love. She enjoyed it even more than she usually would, moaning with each slow thrust into her.
They continued like this for a long time, his knot bumping at her entrance with each of the slow thrusts in. Eventually, however, Frisk found herself wanting to get off. She loved every moment of the slow sex, but it was rather tedious compared to a quick fuck. Frisk whispered into the Doberman's ear, "Please... faster... and harder..."
Roman eagerly obliged. Frisk let out a long groan of pleasure as she felt the Doberman gain speed. Each thrust in was harder than the last. She could feel that knot roughly shoving against her entrance before being pulled away. She groaned again, digging her claws into his back. All of the slow work earlier had just built up the pleasure more and more for her now.
Her legs and arms squeezed him tight and she leaned up, nipping his ear and then whispering, "I want... you to tie me..." She fell back down on the bed, letting Roman continue to pound into her very wet sex. She leaned her head back, groaning again. As her neck was exposed, Roman leaned down and opened his maw. He suddenly clamped down onto the feline neck below him. At the same time he thrust hard into the cat, forcing his large knot into her.
Frisk let out a loud gasp and dug her claws deeper into his skin. She groaned in pain and pleasure at this experience, closing her eyes tight. Roman, now stuck inside of her, started to wildly thrust into her. His knot keeping him from pulling out, made each of his thrusts quick and hard. He was like a jackhammer pounding into her. Frisk squealed in pleasure, the canine felt wonderful inside of her.
Finally after pounding into her for god knows how long, Roman pulled back as far as he could and gave her one final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as he could into her. Frisk squealed at this, her whole body clenching up over him. She could feel Roman's hot seed spurting into her, rope after rope of it. It pushed her over the edge and she shuttered violently, having one of the best orgasms she had ever had.
They stayed like this, tensed up in orgasmic bliss for a good period of time as Roman emptied himself completely into the young cat. Once the orgasm finally died down, Roman collapsed together, the much larger dog lying on top of the small cat. They laid together like this for a few moments, bathing in afterglow, until Roman decided he should get off of Frisk before he completely crushed her. He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She gasped and shuddered as she was moved on top of Roman.
Roman pulled a blanket up over the two of them, wrapping his arms around Frisk and kissing her. Nothing needed to be said between the two for the rest of the night. Seeing as how she was tied to the Doberman, Frisk had no choice but to stay on top of him, with him buried in her. She found herself comforted by the dog and closed her eyes. The two of them quickly drifted off to sleep, the troubles of the day long forgotten.