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Percy, a young teenage cat, felt like he was getting closer to finding them than he had ever been so far in all his months of searching. The black cat was shorter than all his friends and had a fluffy coat. Those two traits both contributed to him resembling a kitten. Mostly everyone poked fun at him about it except for his best friend, though they were always playful. He used to hate it until he realized they would treat him like a kitten and give him toys and treats if he asked for them, especially his favorite treat of all, Watermelon. Percy couldn't get enough of the sweet pink, and made a point to have as much as he could. His town was nestled in the cradle of two mountains overlooking the sea. Air currents would bring warm air from the ocean through the valley during the winter, and reverse, bringing cool mountain air, during the summer, meaning that his town was able to grow watermelons all year long because the temperature was always just right. The town had become quite famous for this actually, and the people there made it a point to breed especially sweet, large, juicy melons. Several kinds of the melon could only be found in this town, and during the winter, when other melon farms went dry, this farming town effused the sweet nectar by the truckloads of gallons. A long time ago, they renamed the town from Port Jerenstonholm-frumjumburg, to Melon town.

In other words, Percy was in heaven, twenty-four seven. Recently, Percy was approached by a tall man in a coat and hat that covered his face. The man leaned down slightly and whispered so faintly that no one but Percy could hear him over the crowd. "So, kitten, I've noticed that you like melons. If you want to join a group of other enthusiasts, go to this place." At that, a slip of paper was forced into the kittens confused paws before he could even get a good look at the person, but he was sure it was some reptile, since he saw the tail swishing back and forth as he walked away. The paper had the address of a train station, and had a number written on it that Percy found to be a locker number when he arrived. The locker contained another paper to another locker, this time in a bus stop close by. Letters with hidden codes, packages with clues, and slips of paper with strange instructions took him to obscure, seemingly uninteresting places to collect other objects that would contain more clues. Occasionally, Percy got the notion that he was being made a fool of, having to go all over town, sometimes waiting a week before being able to get the next clue, but he would sometimes notice the man from before in the same coat and hat, standing far away in the park while he collected a parcel from a tree, or at the back of the bus while he retrieved a note from under one of the seats, reminding him that it was not a trick.

Finally, one of the clues gave the kitten hope that his search would finally be concluded. It only had the words, "Your journey is coming to an end. Wait for the sign, then follow it." The excited kitten couldn't contain it any longer. He had somehow managed to keep his weekend trips all over town a secret from his over-bearing mother, as well as anyone else who was a normal contact of the kitten. After getting this last note, however, Percy made a trip to his best friend's house. "Jake! Jake!" the kitten called from outside while knocking on the front door. "What is it?" the big dog answered in his usual, slow tone. Though the two were the same age, they were on opposite ends of the size spectrum. Where Percy was tiny, Jake was the tallest in the class, with a bulky build to match. However, the two friends were alike in their fluffy coats. Jake was the son of an Akita Inu and a Bernese Mountain Dog, loaning to his large stature and big fluffy fur. Taking more after his mother's mellow demeanor, Jake was very patient and was not likely to start a fight. He doesn't speak as often as other children his age, but he takes after his father's intelligence and has the highest grade in the class, even though other kids think he's dim-witted because of the tired looking stare that he has. Like his father, each and every hair on his body is pure white.

Percy suddenly burst into a flurry of words and exaggerated gestures. The excited kitten described every place he was sent to, along with every word of all the clues with vivid detail. The massive wall of white was just as static as the tiny puff of black was dynamic. An outsider would say that the dog was ignoring the kitten by watching the blank glazed look of the larger teen, but Percy knew his friend was taking in every word. He was so sure that Jake was listening, that even when the dog turned around and began to head inside, the cat continued his recounting and followed without even so much as stopping for breath or being invited in. He paused his boisterous hand signals that accompanied his frantic speech for just a moment to close the door, then rushed to catch up with the dog ahead of him, though he was not far off, and he didn't stop talking the whole time. Jake walked to the stairs with a steady, yet very slow pace, reflective of his personality. At the bottom, he lifted one over sized footpaw, placed it on the first step, then lifted himself up before lifting the second, all the while Percy continued. "...And then I saw it, but these two guys came up the stairs and saw me. They were like, 'Hey you kid! What are you doing?! You're not allowed up here!' So I grabbed it and then..." They reached the turn in the stairs and Jake still stared completely forward as if the cat wasn't there. "...But when I found the case, it was locked! then I remembered the clue said, 'the maiden's hand holds the key,' and I suddenly realized that it was talking about the statue! So I ran back and, sure enough, it was right there in her hand!"

They got to the top of the stairs, and the dog continued to not show any signs of acknowledging the kitten even though he sometimes jumped in front of his face to make an eccentric hand sign. "...And then they were like SMASH! and then it fell and was like BOOM! and then it activated like WHOOSH! But I managed to grab the clue anyway..." He had an amazing sign for each explosive word. The two of them made their way to Jake's room, with each friend starkly contrasting the other's behavior. Jake opened the door to his room just as Percy exclaimed, "...But then I tripped like this, 'OOF!'..." At that, he threw himself to the ground, imitating falling. Without looking down, Jake calmly stepped over his friend and walked into his room. After making his way to his bed, he sat down and turned to the kitten for the first time, his gaze following the cat as he enters the room. "...And this last clue said my journey is coming to an end and all I have to do is wait for the sign, then follow it."

After the cat had finished, neither friend said a word. They simply stared into each others eyes for several minutes. Then, Jake inhaled deeply though his nose, filling his lungs with air as if he had a lot to say (You'd think he would after all he was just told). After his lungs were sufficiently full, he stated in his calm, deep tone, "Wow" then exhaled the whole breath.

Percy sat beside his friend, then threw himself back onto the bed, "Yeah." After that, the two didn't say anything, preferring to simply bask in each other's company. Until a voice at the door intruded on their alone time. "Jake? Was that you?" Jake's mother opened the door and walked in backwards, holding a tray of snacks in front of her. "Oh, Hello Percy!" She exclaimed after she turned around, "So it was you I heard. I'll go call your mother and let her know you're here." The Bernese Mountain Dog shuffles out the door before either kid can thank her for the food.

A few moments after his mother had left, Jake lifts his nose into the air and sniffs twice. Then he looks to the tray and chuckles softly, yet heartily. "What's so funny?" The kitten props himself on his arms to ask. The dog answered, "She knew it was you, but she acted surprised anyway."

"What makes you think she knew it was me?"

The dog points to the tray, "Look. She poured two cups of milk, and there's watermelon along with the cookies." The two of the giggled amongst themselves, but Percy was really surprised at how his friend could take a simple observation and then make statements like that.

The cat got up to fetch the tray and bring it back to the bed, because they would be waiting a long time if he let the dog get up himself to do it. The two teens ate, then talked for a while, then played like young boys often do. As the sun went down, Percy's mom arrived to take him home, where he ended his day with one of the best night sleeps he could ever remember.

More than a week later, when the kitten had almost forgot all about the sign he was supposed to be waiting diligently for, it came. Early in the day, much earlier than normal, the mailman arrived at Percy's door. Still so young, Percy wasn't able to resist being the one to receive the packages. He loved being the one to carry them in, as if it somehow increased the chances of it being for him. Only this time, it really WAS for him!

There, standing at the door, with a postman's outfit, was the lizard from before. He held just a simple card, and offered it to Percy, who stammered and struggled to snatch the card with befuddled and surprised paws. The scalie turned on his heels and sauntered off, tail slithering side to side in his stride, making a long, trailing "S" as he left. When Percy finally read what was on the card, it held only the words, "The sign." Percy knew at once what this meant. He ran inside and threw on his sneakers and grabbed his little backpack and made quick chase.

The scalie wasn't far off, but nonetheless was in the action of turning the corner when Percy got onto the sidewalk. The energetic kitten was not to be outdone, and made toward the corner at full sprint, only to see a bus stop about halfway down the block, and the bus pulling in, and the scalie in the queue. Percy made precious haste, knowing that he might not get another chance at this, and only barely managed to stop the bus driver in time. (He got the feeling someone must have called to the driver to make him stop even as he drove off. But who could that have been?)

The arrangement of the seats on the bus was such that pairs of benches sat facing each other, and shared backs, so that, from back to front, there was a front facing bench, then a back facing bench, where the passengers could make conversation, then another front facing bench, and a back facing bench in front of that one, and this pattern continued up until about halfway up the aisle, where all the seats became front facing. Only stern people preferred to sit in these seats, and Percy did not find the scalie he was looking for in any of them. Instead, he found him in an empty pair of benches, and he sat down so that they were facing each other.

"My my, aren't you full of energy? You've already caught your breath! That's good. The initiation will take a lot of energy."

Percy stammered, not knowing what to do, nor what to say. "I--Am I really going to join now? I don't even know the name of the group! When will I be ready for initiation?"

"Right now, actually, well the first part anyway," the scalie said, undoing one of his dress shoes that was a part of his postman costume. He laid his warm scaled foot, clad in a black dress sock, on the edge of the bench, right next to where Percy was sitting. "And we're called 'the Melopeople'. Did you know the word for melon is from the latin word 'melopepo'? The name probably makes more sense with that in mind."

"Ahh...Aha. Is that--is that so?" Percy struggled, not really feeling entirely comfortable as the other socked foot came to rest so that he was sitting in between those two feet. "Wh--why exactly do you need to take your shoes off for the initiation?"

"It's just the start of the initiation, remember? And who said that was necessary? I just hate those shoes. I prefer to go barefoot."

"Ah."

"But it is part of it."

"What?..."

"You see, the Melopeople are more than just fans of melons. We preserve this town's history, as well as its secrets. And as such, we're a secret society. So I can't really let you know where it is we're going."

"And this requires your shoes off why?"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there, you impatient kitty. You see, not only can I not let you know where we're going, but I also need to test your commitment to us. How willing are you to join us, and to keep our secrets. If you're willing to humiliate yourself in public, you're probably ready to move on to the next phase of the initiation."

"I don't like the sound of this..."

The lizard chuckled and held his foot up to the child's face. "All you have to do is keep this on your face so that it covers your eyes."

"How would I breathe?" Percy asked, but the lizard just smiled as he spread his toes so that the fabric of the sock was pulled tight over his claws. Percy got the idea, and simply sat still as the adult laid his foot right over his muzzle.

"Technically," the lizard hummed, putting his heel right in Percy's lap, "All you have to do is sit there like that. But I'd consider it a personal favor if you'd pamper me a bit. The order has had me running all over town, this way and that, to test you. These feet did so much work on your behalf. It'd be so kind of you if you could do something for them as well. Of course, it'd be completely fine if you just sat there for the whole ride."

Percy didn't really know what was expected of him. He clumsily gripped the foot in his lap and toyed with it with his hands. The lizard moaned deeply, telling him how soft his pads were, and pressed both his feet into him a little more firmly, as if THAT was his reward for being a good boy. Percy wasn't really sure if he was entirely unhappy with that or not. Certainly, he didn't enjoy the idea of being a willing foot rest, but he had endured worse than this already just to come this far. It would be stupid of him to give up now just because of a little humiliation. Much to the lizard's amusement, Percy, who was so kind at heart, actually DID enjoy the fact that what he was doing was making the adult happy. Percy loved to make others laugh and smile, and so he did his best to learn how best to rub that foot. And he was a fast learner.

Soon enough, as might be expected on a public bus, passengers began to fill in. Percy, with his tiny stature, was able to avoid the gaze of most of the passengers; He was practically being completely smothered underfoot. Indeed, even when a boarder collie took a seat next to the lizard, he didn't even notice the child until the lizard pressed his foot into his chest and wiggled his toes, drawing out a mewl from the kid.

Just to tease, the lizard spoke softly, "Okay kitten. Time to switch feet. You're doing such a great job~!" And he swapped the foot from his chest and planted on his face, and in the time between, Percy's were allowed a breath of fresh light, which in turn revealed that he now had an audience.

"Why don't you show me how much you love my feet?" The lizard's teasing had gone from playful to just a notch below cruel. "Go on. Kiss it..."

The collie fidgeted in his seat when he heard a tiny smacking coming from the kitten's lips. A kitten whom, if he had met at any other time, would have appeared as the most adorable and innocent thing ever to have existed. But on this bus, at this moment, his brain tortured him by flashing images of defiling that perfect innocence. He did his best he could to bar those images from his mind, given the circumstances. However, what happened next made it incredibly difficult. In fact, it made it impossible.

"Now now, how rude of me!" the lizard exclaimed. "Here I am covering your snout with my musky socks, when what you really want is to groom my soles with that sweet little tongue. I should have pulled my socks off ages ago." Percy knew at once that he was being teased, and so he whined, but the lizard played it off as something different. "I know, I know. You've been being such a good boy the whole, LONG bus ride," putting emphasis so as to give the dog the idea that Percy was beneath his feet for quite a long while. "I bet by now, you're just dying to rake your tongue along my feet. You probably couldn't wait for me to take my own socks off! Why don't YOU do it?"

When Percy pulled his head away to reach his arms up to take the sock off, the lizard pushed his foot down, stomping Percy's head into the back of the seat lightly. "No, no, little kitten. Use your teeth." And so Percy whined and moved the foot by the ankle till the toes were pressed against his lips, and tried to pull the sock off. However, he tried to do it without sticking the lizard's toes into his mouth.

It didn't work, though. And the result was that the collie got to watch what looked like an adorable kitten kissing someone's toes over and over as Percy failed to grab the fabric with his teeth again and again. In fact, it wasn't until the lizard shoved his toes into Percy's mouth (with a little gag coming from the kitten as the tip of his claw brushed a little to far back against the roof of his mouth) that Percy was really able to get his lips around those toes and pull the socks off.

As if watching that scene wasn't bad enough for the poor collie, who was only barely maintaining his sanity, holding his mind shut like a floodgate containing a deluge of naughty thoughts, all involving Percy under his feet, and many of them, under his hips. He felt like a toddler who needed to pee. And when Percy, who wouldn't have managed to get the sock off without the Lizard's help, gave him a timid and breathy, "Thank you," he couldn't hold it anymore. With the idea that Percy loved it so much, he wanted to give his thanks for being able to do this, his floodgate swung open and all those thoughts washed over his mind until it was thick with them.

And now, the lizard's coy plan came into effect. As Percy timidly licked at his foot, he spread his toes and let the kitten see the fidgeting dog across from him, staring at him, sometimes swallowing as if he were salivating heavily.

"Go on, kit. You can do better than that," spoke the lizard, "Really get that tongue into it. I want to feel your barbs massage me!"

And Percy obeyed, pressing his tongue flat against his heel, drawing it up across his sole and ending on the ball of his foot, and even surprising him by kissing his toes after. All three hearts were beating rapidly, but each for a different reason. The lizard, because of the thrill of having his feet pampered this way; because of the surge of power over Percy that he felt, even as he stomped his foot down once more, only to get a wave of kisses, as if the kitten were saying, "Thank you sir, for stomping on my face." Percy's heart was beating due to the flood of different emotions welling up in him, humiliation, happiness, fear, submission, and though he did not know what it was for never having felt it before, lust.

But the collie's heart ran rampant for jealousy and wanting. Though he tried his best to not let it show, he did so poorly. He constantly looked down at his shoes, and back up to the show, unable to really sit still.

He thought of reaching down and undoing his sneakers, but drew his hands back when he realized how terribly bold the message would send. He might as well clear his throat and say, "Pardon me, that's a nice toy you have there. Do you mind sharing? I'd really love to feel his tongue and lips worship my feet!"

But the lizard had seen. He pulled his foot off Percy's face, "Aww, look. Our friend here wants you to serve him as well!"

"Ah...I--no no. That's fine." The collie stammered, suddenly ashamed of his own desires now that he was about to be treated to them.

"Nonsense! Kit, why don't you get on your knees in front of him and beg him to let you do the same thing you've been doing to me? I'm sure if you beg REALLY hard, he'll say yes!"

Percy hopped off the bench, which was too tall for his feet to touch the ground while he sat, and knelt in front of the collie. "Please mister...I really like your feet, will you let me worship them? I would love to feel your foot on my face and tongue. I promise I'll do a good job if you let me!"

Tears were beginning to fill his eyes, and although they were clearly due to the utter humiliation and embarrassment, it gave his request an air of sincerity. It made the collie feel like he was crying just at the thought of him saying no. Still, he stammered, "Uh...no, that wouldn't be right. I just came from a baseball game. My feet are probably really sweaty and musky."

Percy heaved a sigh of relief and began to rise up, thinking he had done more than what was expected of him already, and thankful that the dog refused, but the lizard quickly pushed him back to his knees with his heel on the kitten's shoulder. "Come now, you don't really think that's enough to stop this one, do you?"

"I...Erm...No?" The dog stammered, his ears twitching as his blush reached even there.

"Of course not! He was doing such a good job earlier. Saw it, right? Wasn't he doing a good job?"

The collie looked at Percy's defeated face, and misinterpreted it as a face that said, "Please don't say I did a bad job! I'd be devastated!" In reality it was a face that said, "Why...Why, no...God please no. I don't want that, I can smell his scent from here!"

"He--he was doing a pretty good job...weren't you kit? You were licking his feet like a good boy!"

Percy could only turn his head and blush. It was too much for him to admit that he liked being praised, but he felt like nothing but a doormat. The only thing that brought him back to reality was feeling the dog put his feet on Percy's thighs as he knelt on the floor, using him as a stool to take his shoes off. Percy looked up and saw the collie was smirking like a bully on the playground who just shoved a little cat to his poor knees and forced him to be his slave. And what Percy did next surprised even himself.

"W--wait sir! You don't have to do that. I'll take your shoes off for you. Please let me!"

Before the collie could even respond, he lifted the adult's sneaker to his lips and started tugging on the knot with his lips. The collie teased him, "How cute. You lips are wrapped around my knot. Right where they belong." However, Percy didn't understand. All he understood was that the scent from that athlete's paw was so strong it made his eyes water.

"Aww...I know my feet are really musky. Thank you so much for worshipping them anyway. You're such a good kitty."

The reptile, who was content to watch up until now, finally chimed in while maneuvering his foot to Percy's face, "After all, dogs are superior to cats, aren't they kit?"

"My name's Percy," the kitten said with a pout, but it was quickly smothered.

"Ah," said the Lizard, "My name's Terrace."

The dog grinned and added his foot next to Terrace's and helped smother the boy's face, "Your new master's name is Quincy."

Soon, Percy had taken off both of Quincy's feet, and was doing his best to be the footstool of those two males. However, they were both quite needy, and Percy began worrying that their footscent might never wash out of his lovely soft fur. After all, it was all matted down with that dog's sweat! In fact, after a half hour of having his face be double teamed, the lizard got up and left. (Although he asked Percy to lay on his back so that he could stand on it as he walked into the aisle.) And since he was all alone with the kitten now, Quincy became a lot more demanding of his new toy!

He constantly wiped his feet off on Percy's face, and gave him light little stomps into the back of the seat. And the whole time, though Percy could scarcely understand why, he was constantly thanking the dog. Finally, after about another 20 minutes, the adult took one of the sports-style ankle socks that he had forced Percy to take off using his teeth earlier, and shoved it into the kitten's mouth, and carried him off the bus.

It was a short walk to Quincy's apartment, and Percy followed without question. For some reason, he trusted Quincy already. "Come on, my place is in here. You can be my footstool for a while longer, okay little buddy?"

Percy just smiled and nodded, wondering what the effect of walking in his shoes without his socks would have had on the dog's feet. Unluckily for him, he soon found out. The dog planted himself on the couch, planted the kitten on the floor, and planted his feet where they belong. Percy soon found out that the smell had been amplified, as had the taste been, as well as his affection for his new position. With a smile he eagerly welcomed the warm paw pads to his face, nuzzling them into his fur.

The dog merely watched TV like nothing was happening, like this was totally normal. It wasn't until he had finished his show (that was 50 minutes long) that he even looked at the clock and realized that the sweat-matted cub had been performing his new duties for almost an hour.

"Ah shit little dude...I gotta bring you home soon."

"Aww!" Percy almost clasped his hands over his mouth when he reacted without thinking. However, it was soon out of reach.

Quincy put the ball of his foot on Percy's lips and ground it like snuffing a cigarette while he chuckled, "Well...there's enough time to play a really fun game before then. Wanna play?"

Somewhere after nodding his head happily and being stripped naked and bent over the couch, but before being stretched out or lubed up, the kitten felt the tip of the dog's cock sandwiched between his soft cheeks, sliding up and down.

"Now here are the rules of the game," Quincy grunted, "No matter what happens, you have to keep your tail raised for me, okay?"

The used socks that had been shoved into his mouth formed a nice gag that kept Percy from responding, but he looked back at the dog with an unsure expression and nodded his head.

"Great...such a good boy," said the dog, as he continued hot-dogging the youth. He wanted at least a little bit of pre before he plunged himself into the kit. And by the time that he did actually plunge into that virgin hole, a little pre was all he had. The poor kitten's back bent as he threw his head back. He had never felt anything like this, so he couldn't have known how badly his hole had just been stretched, but the adult sized cock was showing no signs of going easy on the boy. Right off the bat, Quincy was trying to shove his thick doggy cock into that tight little kitten-shaped condom. Only it was a lot of work. After all, his condom kept twitching and writhing and moaning and crying. For a brief moment, Quincy was about to stop when he looked down and saw his fist yanking the poor kid's tail up like he was trying to lift him up by it, and saw that hole being so widely stretched around his thick cock. He knew this was obviously too much for such a young kitten, but when he noticed drool leaking out of the sock-gags from the corners of Percy's mouth, and the blush on his face, and the immature little hard on beneath his tiny, furry sac, he knew he had to keep going.

In fact, now that he knew the kit liked it, he was ever so slightly more rough with the boy. And by that, I mean to say that he began spanking Percy relentlessly.

"You've been a bad pet, you little slut. You didn't ask master's permission to get fucked by his huge cock."

He kept spanking the kitten until he realized that the thing the boy must have been crying in between sobs could only have been "Please". That poor boy. It wasn't his fault that his master couldn't hear him begged to be fucked. After all, his master had balled up both of those sweat-soaked socks and basically forced them into his mouth which was too small to handle it. And yet, he had to endure all those spanks. His rear was so sore at this point, and tears were freely flowing from his eyes. Partially, they were from being spanked so hard, but he had been crying for a while, ever since the dog started rough fucking his ass without any warning or mercy. However, his master gently rubbed over his sore rear.

"Oooh," he cooed, "I'm sorry pet. Was I too rough with you."

Percy sniffled and nodded, and Quincy just kept massaging his cheeks, using his big, strong hands to constantly rub and squeeze the boy's rump. He leaned in close and cuddled the cub underneath him. Suddenly, Percy was surrounded by darkness and warmth. He closed his eyes and basked in this embrace, feeling the cock buried in him occasionally twitch. He felt the dog pull out of his rear and move to kneel on the couch in front of him.

He wrapped his first finger and thumb into a ring around his cock and started stroking himself, wiping his pre off on the cub's face and saying, "I'm sorry little dude, I kind of got carried away. First I tried to shove all the way to the knot." And he moved his hand down and gripped his knot, causing a spurt of pre to land on Percy's muzzle, making him smile and giggle. "And then, when I realized you were already crying when I was only right here." And he moved his grip to show off the half-way mark, and started wiping his tip off on Percy's face, and Percy was beaming. He nuzzled his fur into it and helped his master out as best he could.

"So I ended up only being able to fuck you with just this much," Quincy said, marking off only the first third of his cock.

Percy's eyes went wide. "No way," he thought, "It was stretching me so much, and it still made me sore, and it was only THAT much?" Quincy obviously noticed this reaction, for he started thrusting his hips back and forth like he was slow fucking Percy's face. He started grinding the kitten's nose into his pubic fur, so that he could show the kitten how deep his cock would go down his throat if he were to try and knot his face. Even if he didn't add the length of the knot, it went deeper than his collarbone.

Suddenly, the dog grabbed the little rim of the sock in Percy's mouth and tugged on it gently while laid back onto the couch. Percy moved along with him so that the socks wouldn't be pulled out of his mouth, and ended up sitting on Quincy's belly. Soon he was squatting over his huge length and felt the familiar prodding as his hole was stretched once more.

Percy got more into this than either of them realized he would. He clenched and moaned and put on a show while he rode that doggy cock like the good slut he was quickly becoming. It was all Quincy could to to grind his hips into the boy's rear to keep himself from just grabbing his hips and slamming him down, which would no doubt tear his hole.

Percy could feel that warm length inside him. He pushed himself down, only until it began to hurt again, and then pulled up. His legs were getting a little tired, but he didn't care, he wasn't going to stop even if his parents barged in on them right then. Hell, maybe his dad would even join in! The dog reached up and pulled the socks out of his mouth so that he could hear his pet whimper and moan, and used his paws to rub up and down his chest, playing with his nipples and pinching them every now and then, just to hear him squeak.

Then Percy noticed that the adult fucking him started acting slightly differently. He was huffing and grunting, and jerking his hips up into him with short, shallow thrusts. He reached up and grabbed the kitten's hips and squeezed them so hard that Percy could have let his legs go limp and not move. He only let go when he realized he was about to slam that kitten down to the knot. But even so, he couldn't hold back his thrusting anymore. He started pounding that hole, bouncing that kitten up and down on his cock. Only, when he threw his head back when he felt his orgasm approaching, he accidentally knocked the kid's legs out from under him, and he felt his huge cock suddenly surrounded by an overwhelming tightness.

Realizing what he had just done, he couldn't hold back, and wave after wave of hot doggy spunk flooded Percy's insides. Percy was in a state of shock at suddenly being filled that he almost didn't notice that Quincy's cock was probably in his belly, filling it up directly. It was only the bulge that kept twitching when he looked down that gave it away. Thankfully, Quincy's knot didn't go in, so it didn't hurt the kid_too_ much. Not any more than he could handle at this point anyway. Quincy kept twitching under him, jerking his hips occasionally. He actually grabbed Percy's ankles and was holding on for dear life as his tongue lolled out to the side.

"Damn, I've never came that hard before," he said, looking down and smiling at the sight of the kitten's slightly distended belly. He ruffled Percy's hair and patted his head.

"Come on, you silly kit. Let's get you home."