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November 8, 2023 at 8:15 AM
— Mitten?! Aren’t you crazy about raising such taxes just for our protection?! — The dove shouted at the black and white cat that was lazily lying on the ground, wagging its tail. — In Russiya, they take a total of 30 percent of what we earn, this affecty not only defense, but also health care, education and housing and communalnye uslugi… Service! You demand the full 50% from us just because you protect nus from other cats. And from dogs? Are you making birdhouses for us?! Maybe they can give nus artificial respiration?! And this is us in the USA!! I’m starting to think about Pop off to Rushka, where I can buy a full set of services for a lower cost. So I immediately reduced my supply to 25 percent, and we will drop this topic.
— Are you finished? — The cat was coolly interested. — Then say: I don’t care how life is in other countries. This is not Russia here, and the fact that your parents came to us to work here doesn’t fucks for me. I won’t lower taxes: I need to eat five times more than you. By the way, don’t forget that I can refer you to a local veterinarian, I don’t think all your brother has enough money for my help to get to him. In general, inexpensive medicine is a creature of fantasy. At least in our world, in the USA. But if you start criticizing me again, you will have big problems. Now get out.
— Shiting bitch, blyat! — The dove hissed. — In fact, there will be your own Gomermoment! You’ll face concert Queen’ses!
Already standing up, Mittens said:
— Aw. I’m afraid, I’m afraid.
Then a white whirlwind flew at her, which pressed the black female with white spots to the place of the container. The whirlwind turned into a small amount of white color, which instantly barked out only three words:
— Where is my bowl?!
— For help! I’m being raped! — The girl was scared.
— You stole it?!
The cat wanted to scream again, but, after thinking a little, she squeezed out:
— What?…
— Do you have it? Speak! — The stranger barked again.
— Okay, okay… Let’s go with you now… — Desperately I was thinking of finding the criminal lady when she attracted a giggle from above. Three pigeons stared at the captive cat.
— Listen. We brought to you one of those dissatisfied with your gang, who are behind robberies in many elite countries of our city. And, despite the fact that you yourself admitted that these thieves work for you, the stolen goods must also be somewhere nearby. — Produced by pigeon.
Giggled a little, although the situation was serious, Mitten began to make excuses:
— You do understand that when I said all this, I was full of catnip? That is, I didn’t realize what I was saying, and there are no thieves under my charge either!
The pigeons blinked:
— You need to drink less, no one pulled your tongue! Moreover, you are in the tight grip of almost fifty local pigeons! You wouldn’t be able to intimidate so many without the help of the mafia! So stop pretending — you have his bowl.
The Cat turned her gaze to the Dog and grinned nervously.
— If I don’t find my silver bowl, I’ll fuck you. — He calmly offered it to the stranger.
Having dragged his captive to the highway, the dog, taking her by the scruff of the neck, which Mitten realy liked, dangled the victim from the bridge right above the busy highway. The cat was terrified, the guy said.
— Where. My. A bowl?!
— OK! Yes! It was my people who took her! Yes! — The black cat quickly began to try to justify herself to the kidnapper. — There are six of us! Me and my sixes made our way to your home… — Then the beauty of the cat world looked at the collar, clearly the work of a domestic dog. — On Chpok street, 4, and they stole your bowl!
— Where is she now?
The cat licked nervously and lips, trying to come up with a “storage location.” The dog immediately looked at her black lips.
— In the country! Yes! There my compadres keep all the things for sale!
The dog frowned. He suspected that this hot cat was screwing him over something, but there was nothing to do. You’ll have to believe.
Having got out of the city, the stranger and Mitten appeared in the staircase clearing. Next to them there was a place very popular with local residents. There were many houses on wheels of Americans who had gone out into nature. The cat managed to find out on the way that her random companion’s name was Bolt, and he lost his bowl during the robbery of his house by the local mafia. But from what happened next, the black kitty was shocked.
— W-w-what?!
— What did I hear? — The white macho said sadly. — My owners passed away, and new people moved into the apartment. They immediately kicked me out the door, and I decided to bring them my bowl, since it was very expensive both for me and for the people. I wanted to go back home… But somehow I don’t think this is a good idea…
Seeing that the interlocutor had melted enough, Mittens decided to reveal her secret:
— And you know, I arrived in the city a few months ago, decided to open my own business, but in the end I just scared away the local pigeons, lying to them that I was supported by the local mafia, and I just wanted to settle down, have my own cat and just live in my own way. pleasure.
So she said, casting glances at the brutal sexy “white guy” who was nearby, hoping that at least one of the hidden meanings would reach him. But he, apparently, was either too stupid or too immersed in his thoughts to find two hints in her words at once, and well punish to her.
Sighing, Mitten suggested walking around among the vacationers and begging for food. There they found the hamster Rino, who decided to join them in their search for a place to hang out. After some time, they found a landfill where Mitten, being a skilled housewife, arranged three little rooms for herself and her friends out of empty boxes. Volt was so immersed in thoughts about his previous life that he did not notice one feature: his apartment was adjacent to Mitten’s apartment. He climbed into his box and did not come out of it for a long time. Mitten wanted to visit him immediately after moving in, but seeing the dog’s very sad and sweet face, she decided to take care of food first. After talking with local pigeons, using blackmail and deception out of habit, she agreed with them on a 40% kickback from the city business of local pigeons. A few days later, seeing that Bolt did not leave the room, did not eat and hardly drink, she decided to check on him.
— Hey… Bolt? You can speak? — The kitty asked without opening the box. Having received no answer, she sighed and entered her friend’s apartment. Despite the fact that the box was full of all sorts of rubbish with which both Mittens and Rhino had already begun to decorate their rooms, Volt had none of it. There was only a pillow stuffed with foam, and the black cat brought that one back when she was setting up the apartment. The owner himself lay with his back to the guest, but it was clear that he was not sleeping.
— I understand what it’s like to lose everything you’re used to, to believe that no matter what you do, everything will only get worse, and the only way out is to die… But you shouldn’t give up! Fight! You must live! For me!
The dog didn’t react. The crime lady made one last attempt. One of her pigeons brought her a small note, in a language he did not understand. The cat, immediately recognizing this code, confiscated it for herself, and now she placed this note near Bolt’s head.
— A gift… — The lady looked down sadly. — Bye.
About twenty minutes passed after she left. Bolt, listening to her all this time, was almost holding back tears. His former life was completely destroyed. There wasn’t even a bowl left for him to keep as a monument to former times. In the end, he sharply leaned back and, catching a piece of paper that flew up from such a sudden movement, read the contents. There was this:
“R olev blf”
Bolt knew this code, so he looked at these eight signs with a stunned gaze for a minute, after which he burst out of the house, but immediately stopped, hissing furiously, as the midday sun hit his eyes very strongly, especially after the pleasant twilight of the box. After standing for a minute and getting used to it, the dog immediately took the trail.
And this time the cat had to listen to the whining of a local pigeon, and this time she was blown away by white lightning. Only this time, before she had time to really get scared, someone’s wet tongue passed over her lips, and recognizing the smell of the owner of this tongue and these strong paws that pressed her shoulders to the iron, she purred to him gratefully.
— Mitten… Darling… I didn’t know that. — Bolt whispered to her.
— Certainly. — The cat purred affectionately. — You’re a guy, and all guys need to write everything in plain text.
— Kitty… Won’t they catch us here? — asked the white dog, smelling differently. Mitten, also smelling this new scent of her lover, began to squeal in delight and shook her head negatively.
— Come on! Stand behind me! — Playfully suggested to his partner. Mitten, turning her back to him and raising her tail, put her front paws on the piece of iron, stretching out as only a cat can do this. Bolt, placing his front paws on her paws, quietly entered his penis into her untouched pussy and began to make back-and-forth movements. Increasing the pace all the time. At first, a quiet whine was heard from Mitten’s lips, but over time, enthusiastic cries from his actions began to be heard. Considering that their heads were at the same level in this position, they constantly kissed each other, although they liked listening to each other’s moans more. In the end, Volt emptied his balls directly into her vagina, without fear of getting her pregnant. After all, they are different types.
So Bolt received both the meaning of life and the girl. Mitten got the job she always wanted (being a crime boss is ALSO A JOB), also helping the pigeons, giving them new houses from bags and boxes, while they brought her food. She also got the family she always wanted and her own personal basket in a box. And Rino… Well, Rino is Rino. Who the fuck needs him anyway? But I’m sure he’s happy too. That’s true, right?… Yes! He’s definitely happy!
