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It was one of those lazy afternoons and Bolt was spending it as he did most afternoons, sprawled out on his favorite end of the living room couch, snoozing peacefully with the midday sun falling in stripes over his white fur. He didn't notice a certain tuxedo cat slipping through the half-open door. Spotting her target, Mittens hunkered down and sneaked across the living room floor, tail in the air, quiet as a panther stalking her prey. At least that was the idea, but she stepped on the a remote (luckily not turning the TV) and the floorboards creaked under her paws as she hopped up on the couch. It clearly wasn't enough to wake Bolt though who hasn't moved an inch.

Her cold nosepad brushing up against his tail-base definitely did.

"Mittens?" Bolt's ears perked up and the sleep drunken dog looked over at the black cat. "What are you doing?"

Mittens didn't answer, but her nose bumped against his tailbase again, a little more purposefully this time. Before Bolt could protest, it had nestled its way in under his tail, earning a surprised "eek!" from the in the progress. "Hey, I was sleeping, pervert!" He gave the horny cat a kick on the nose, tail tucking between his legs.

His assailant just smiled to herself. Not letting herself be dismayed, she made another attempt at his tail, this time digging her nose in between the couch and his rump. "Hey!" Bolt was about to give her another kick but then something warm, textured and wet brushed against his nether regions, and protesting became all the harder. Her little nose wiggled against the dark folds of the spade- shaped sex she knew was there, her whickers tickled him, her warm breath had him shudder involuntarily.

"You're so gross..." Bolt grumbled, but he still spread his legs for that eager nose. He was quickly rewarded to another lick, the textured tongue brushing from his taint and slowly over his puffy lips, black and swollen, which alone making the dog shiver, then wormed in between them to prod against his juicy entrance directly. With how slick he was getting, it wasn't hard for her to push inside. Bolt gasped and this most have pleased Mittens too because she could hear her purring like a motorboat, and he could see her black tail swaying behind her. She was so weird. But she did know how to make him feel incredible things.

It had been a week since that fateful night - the night of his "transformation". His unexpected, unwilling and very much unexplainable shift into a somewhat more feminine version of himself - and it was a lot to get used to. Mittens had been doing a pretty good job helping him explore his new self though, and all the pleasures his new anatomy had to offer. She had sure helped him solve the first problem - the one of the constant gnawing, tingling heat. Turned out the solution had been plenty of humping and some careful application of her tongue.

She slipped out of his mound with a wet slurp, then looked up at the former superdog with shiny wet whiskers and a stupid grin. "Good morning, sleepyhead"

"Good morning, hairball" He shivered a little again as her paw teased the sensitive skin with a fuzzy digit. He didn't like it when she teased him like that.

"Had breakfast yet?" the cat asked him, as casual as ever, before letting her nose find its way back to his nethers. Bolt shock his head, feeling how damp the fur between his legs were getting. He didn't want to think about what they were doing to the couch. "What about yo.... youuuUUUh?" The word came out as a moan as Mittens seemed fit to press her tongue into him again, making the canine clench, a squirt of his juices landing on her white muzzle.

She licked herself, looking up with that confident smirk again, the one he was sure only a cat could produce. "I'm already having mine"

He gave her another kick.

"Hey! Stop that"

"Not until you're stop being gross"

"I suppose you want me to leave you alone then" She sat back on his haunches, her nose, and tongue, uncomfortably far away from his burning loins.

"I suppose I should just stop then. Since I'm so gross"

She sat back on his haunches and Bolt could see a fair bit of barbed red flesh inched out of that snow-white sheath, and the black fuzzy orbs hanging just beneath. Of course, he was not the only one who had gone through changes, although in difference to him, Mittens had been really stoked about her new equipment, right from the start. Bolt had caught her admiring herself in the mirror more than once, very clearly checking out her new anatomy. Even for a cat, Mittens was weird. There was no denying that. But she was anything but gross. Along with her new anatomy, Mittens seemed bigger, taller, her fur blacker, her curves more pronounced, less scrawny. She still had the same feminine sway with her hips and tail though, that always drove him crazy. Only now, she had a pair of balls dangling back there as well which seemed to complement her body just as well as it complemented her go-get-it attitude. She knew he had a hard time keeping his eyes off that part of her, which is way she was sitting back with her legs spread of course.

"I didn't say that" Bolt grumbled.

"Well, I wouldn't want to creep you out. Or for that matter, disturb your precious beauty sleep. We both know you need it"

Bolt rolled his eyes. For a moment, he considered doing just that but when he heard a slick noise. Looking back at Mittens sitting on the other end of the couch, she saw that her legs were splayed out and she was ... licking herself. The rough tongue that had brushed over his sex mere seconds ago were now brushing through the fur of her sheath and coal-black balls. A little more of her inched out, wet and red. The scent made Bolt's nose twitch and sent another shiver down his frame. He liked how she smelled...

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of myself. Since you won't" The slurping continuing. Lick. Slurp. Slurp. Lick

Bolt rolled his eyes so hard he thought he would drop out from his skull. "You're so obvious!"

Mittens paid him no mind. The cat just kept licking. Slurp slurp slurp

All Bolt could do was stare, licking his muzzle. As embarrassing as it was, the sight and smell of her made his mouth water. He wasn't gonna be able to get any sleep like this and leaving the room would be a retreat. No, he decided it was better to take action into his own paws, and perhaps maw. Bolt rolled over and got up on all four, crawled up to Mittens until his nose were inches from that exposed shaft and that raw, pungent musk, stung in his nose. Closing the distance, his cold nosepad pressed up against her balls. He liked to start with her balls.

Mittens looked down at him with a raised eyebrow "Now who's being gross?"

Bolt didn't answer. His target acquired and within distance, his tongue slipped out to brush along her orbs, then licked his way to the underside of her sheath then finally along to the hot, red barbed flesh. Her taste was already salty with pre-cum and he was just about to give it another lick when... Oof! Mittens landed a paw on his forehead, pressing the dog's head away.

"Beg for it"

Bolt's ears flew up "What?"

"You heard me, puppers. Let me see that dog face" Mittens' grin went from ear to ear. Bolt could hardly believe the indignation, looking up at her with dropped ears, a sullen expression and his white cheeks turning on a slightly pinker hue.

"You're evil"

Mittens leaned down to grace the closest ear with a lick.

"I just think you dogs are so cute when you beg for what you want. Come on... There's nobody here but me" A shook her lions, balls dangling, shaft dripping invitingly. "Beg and I'll let you nurse me" Damn cat. She had him and she knew it.

Accepting defeat, Bolt tucked his ears back, looked up with big brown eyes and let out the faintest of whimpers. His tail wagged behind him, each wag spreading his excitement in the air.

"D'Aaawwww"

He was rewarded with a wet fleshy thump against his nose and a squirt of fresh cat-pre on his fuzzy forehead. He must have looked even more pathetic with her dick on his face and his eyes closed when he smeared herself into his fur. It wasn't very nice, but right now he was too horny to complain.

Instead he took the leaking tip into his muzzle. Her taste was salty, musky, fleshy. It was his favorite Mr Carrot and a savory steak rolled into one. But it didn't want to make him bite. Instead he sealed his lips around her warm shaft, feeling the barbs brush against his lips, feeling fresh pre-cum shoot against his tongue. He leaned down so that she could slip into his warm muzzles and he could her the cat gasping above him as he did so. His tail begun to wag again. At least now, he was in control. Curling his tongue around the shaft with practiced ease (he had had plenty of practice in the week or so since they first did it), she guided the tip deeper down his maw so he could brush his lips along her entire length, letting those fleshy pudgy barbs brush against his lips as he polished every millimeter of her, sliding the rest of her sheath back as he worked. He let his maulers brush ever so slightly against the sensitive red flesh, like he liked it, all while keeping that leaking tip against his palate so he could swallow every drop.

"Oh Gosh..." He heard Mittens moan above her. The cat shuddered noticeably when his tongue brush over her tip. Her peehole in particular seemed extra sensitive so Bolt made sure to really tease it with his tongue. Was he had her gasping and huffing again, he decided to really go down on the cat. He took as much as he could of her into his mouth, letting her tip press a fair bit down his throat, then moved his lips back she almost popped out of him, then slide her back in. She was wider at the base and his jaws ached a bit as he took the rest of her into his maw, but it was worth it to hear the feline gasp helplessly. Just as he was about to move back for air, a heavy paw landed on the back of his head and Mittens shuffled her hips forward.

Her tip sank deeper down his throat, almost making the surprise dog gag in the process. A fresh squirt of pre shot out and her shaft twitched in his throat as he grumbled in protest.

Realizing that she was choking him, she quickly moved her hips back so that her shaft could flop out from Bolt's muzzle and the dog could breath. "Oh Shit!"

"Careful!" he gruffed, panting.

"Sorry... I was close" She was a little less cocky now, her cock twitching and bouncing between his legs. "You've just gotten so... good at it"

Bolt whipped some pre off his lips. "Thanks... I guess" He stared at her red cathood, still twitching between his legs without any warm muzzle around it. It was probably a good thing they stopped when they did. She wouldn't have lasted long like that and Bolt had other plans for that that dick.

"Well" he said, sitting back on his haunches, making sure his own bits were on display "You've ruined my nap anyway. So you might as well finish what you started" he smiled seductively, nodding towards his nethers.

The cat didn't have to be told twice. Barely had Bolt finished his sentence before black paws pushed him to his back and he felt those same paws spread his legs. But instead of going straight for his pussy, the cat leans in and plants a kiss right on his nose, making Bolt's white ears take on a slightly pinker hue. She smiles at him again, this one more affectionate, tender, caring. Then she kisses and licks her way down his chest, his pristine white belly, down between his legs until he could feel that warm breath brush directly against his folds again and his toes curl and his tail starts to whip the cushions.

Mittens Her smile went from fawning to lewd as she takes her time, leaning in slowly and staring right into the glistening spade, sopping wet with his flavor It didn't look out of place on him at all, she thought to herself, the splendor of his black rose fitting so nicely against the white fur, and his scent was irresistible. She inches nearer, breathing through her nose, then opening her mouth to experience his scent even more deeply, letting out a low, lustful growl.

Above him, Bolt's ears had perked and the dog stared down at her, probably wondering what she was doing, but she wanted to take her time. They'd done oral before but Mittens had never really explored him like this. For the most part, Bolt was too fidgety, or too horny, to give her the opportunity.

She fills her lungs with his scent again, her breath growing hotter against his spade as she sniffs at it lightly, deeply from a bit away and with her little nose pressed right against his spade. Bolt shudders below her, his tail beginning to move again. Unable to contain herself, her nose begins to slide and nuzzle against the soft flesh and after a while, her tongue finally presses in between his lips. He lets her in at first but then clenched around her tongue so hard she thinks he's gonna cut it off her.

"Nghhh!" the cat protests, her tongue pulling out.

"Sorry" Bolt looks down at her, looking a little concerned. "

"No worries, Wags" Her tongue slips into him again and Bolt moans, claws digging into the fabric under him. She digs deeper into his wet depths, feeling his juices drip into her fur. She pulls out of him to give his canid pussy a few more licks, from the tip of spade down along the soft lips low enough to brush over the tight pucker situated right above. Her tongue lingered there for just a second before giving the taut ring a quick lick. When the dog didn't seem to mind, she made a mental note to explore this territory more next time. For now, she decided to taste him one more time, tongue slurping along his sex again and again, licking as deep as hard as she could. She could feel him tightening and pulling against her tongue, his body shuddering and she barely managed to pull out of him before the canine gasped loudly, muscles clenching, orgasm shooting through his body like a superbark. Mittens didn't have time to duck before a squirt of slick canine juices landed on her nose, then another. Moving out of the way for the third spurt, she saw it shooting across the room.

"Holy shit, Bolt"

The cat looked up between his legs, staring at the panting dog.

"I knew you were a squirter but... you could have have given me some warning" She wisped the worst excess of his juices of her face.

Bolt just giggled. "What's the matter? Cats don't like to be wet now?"

He stopped giggling when he felt the cat launch herself over him, paws pinning him to place and she pressed her muzzle against his.

"Ewweee! Stop it!"

Bolt turned his nose away but there was no stopping Mittens. His own juices smeared into his cheek instead, and then a strong paw angled his mouth in against her lips against and they pressed together. The sudden warmth had his ears perk up, then drop as he started to enjoy the kiss. A fair bit of his own juices pressed as Mittens took to explore his muzzle, but the taste, while more bitter than he expected, wasn't too bad and Bolt could see why Mittens liked to spend so much time between his legs. The irony of the first female dog he's ever tasted being himself wasn't lost on him.

When the kiss finally ended, he had to gasp for air. Mittens stared down at him, her large green eyes lighting up with that mischievous glint she so often had, and when he felt her stiffness brush against his soggy lips, he knew why. That's right, she never did get to finish...

"You want to fuck me too, huh?"

Mittens smiled down at him, and there was something more than mischievous in her eyes this time, something genuine.

"If you'd let me"

"I think this gender shift thing is messing with my head... but I guess we might as well"

"I've always been messed up cat. Now I have the tools to act on it" She kissed him again and the tip gave his folds another nudge. "It'd like to think the same is true for you, Wags"

Bolt didn't reply. He hadn't really thought about things. Sex had been better since they'd change, that was undeniable, but what did that say about him? He didn't get more time to reflect on it until another nudge between his legs brought him back to reality, and more urgent thoughts welled up in his head.

"Well... what are you waiting for, perv?"

"For my maiden to spread her legs and let me in"

Bolt's legs were already quite spread, and he wasn't really a fond of the name calling.

"I'm hardly a maiden"

"What about bitch then?"

"Seriously?"

"Sorry. I just really love to hear you ask for it, you know"

"Fine... go ahead, hairball. Do me" His legs widened a bit, his nethers jutting forward to brush against her stiffness.

"Do what?"

Bolt rolled his eyes for once must be the fiftieth time that morning. "Mate me. Breed me. Is that what you want to hear, cat?"

Mittens just chuckled and gave his nose another kiss, then shuffles her hips so that her length presses against his folds. Bolt feels her brush along him but slip out again. There's a few awkward seconds with Mittens adjusting herself, shuffling her hips forward with her tip, still slick from his blowjob, brushing and prodding before finally finding its mark - and then she sinks into him. Bolt gasps, his grip tightening around Mittens flame. It wasn't the first time he'd let her into his body but every time felt completely new to him.

"You good?"

He nodded.

Then a few more inches pressed inside and he could feel each fleshy nub on her shaft as she pressed into him, the texture giving more friction in his slick passage and sending spikes of pleasure through the poor pup who soon found himself squirming and moaning and pulling her in. "Mittens..." he even gasped before he could stop himself, his cheeks flushing up instantly. His legs shoots up on each side of her, spreading to allow for easier access, hooking into her hips and pulling her close.

Mittens, who had been holding back until now starting pushing into the pup more eagerly. The deeper she pressed, the harder he squeezed and the sheer tightness had her seeing stars. With a final thrust, she buried the rest of her inside her dog, the thickest part right at the base sliding into him with a wet squelch.

Now fully inside him, Mittens looked up to find Bolt's expression strained but pleasured, his white ears flushed up red. Finding his lips, Mittens pressed her muzzle against his and while doing so, started to slowly pull out. Once about half of her remained inside those soft fleshy walls, she started pressing back in again and Bolt answered by pulling her closer, his tongue pressing into her slightly smaller muzzle. She gives him a few seconds to adjust, then repeats the process, sliding back further and pressing into him with more force. Bolt tensed beneath her, but his grip around her remained just as hard.

She pulled away from his lips. "How are you holding up, Wags?"

"Less talking, more fucking"

Mittens chuckled. "As you wish..."

Intent to give him what he wanted, she started pulling back even further this time. Bolt's muscles nudged his every inch, gripping and releasing, already milking her for her seed before it even left her cock. Once his tip left him, juices splattered onto his shaft, his departure leaving her muscles shivering for more.

Then, without warning, she pressed back in, shoved past his slick folds, speared through his shuddering tunnel, and slammed her entire length into his underbelly with a wet squelch. Bolts pleasured gasps flared into full, rich moans as she worked up her pace, pistoning into him with harder, faster strokes that made pre-cum and juices squirt beneath them.

This is exactly what Bolt wanted. "Nghh... that's it!!" the dog groaned as Mittens went work, each thrust sending a surge of pleasure through his body, endorphins rushing through his head, making it impossible to think of nothing but how good and natural she felt inside him and how he wanted to be bred, fully, completely. He might have been a superdog in heart, but right now, he wanted to be her bitch and he wanted her to know it too. "Mittens... nghhh ... harder!" he gasps between thrusts, not worrying how silly he must have sound.

Mittens did her utmost to please her partner, fucking him so hard the sofa squeaked in protest. By now, the trickle of Bolt's juices had become like a constant downpour, dripping down his taint, making wet lewd sounds when her balls bounced against his sticky fur, echoing in the room to the sounds of their gasps and moans.

"This... nghh... not gonna last like this, pooch!" she warned between thrusts but Bolt still urged her own, with his paws, his entire body. The dog wanted her to shoot too, she realized.

Mittens thrusts came harder, faster, her last sliver of control giving into the pressure welling within her, the instinct to mate this willing female and fill her with cubs. Her backpaws clawed for purpose against the fabric, her paws holding Bolt in place, claws almost sinking into his skin all for the single task of breeding him as deeply and thoroughly as he was to be bred. His paws found her back, wanting her close for his inevitable orgasm. "Do it! Fill me up!" Mittens gripped her tighter, pulling her closer to him as he picked up in speed.

The suddenly, the pressure building up in her lions spiked and her thick, pent-up seed burst into the depths of her mate. A floodwave of fresh, fertile feline cum gushing into Bolt. Meanwhile, she roared, like a tiger, and it didn't take long for Bolt to join in. His body shudder beneath her, clenching so hard it hurt then he howled his climax to the world.

Stars speckled his vision, and strength faded from all his muscles but one. Her cock continued to pulse and throb within Bolt's fleshy depths, shooting spurt over searing spurt of her essence into his belly while Bolt's contractions milked every droplet out of her. They had done their job. It seemed like their bodies knew what to do, hard at work to deliver every last drop of seed into Bolt, but they themselves could only pant.

"Wow..." Mittens finally said after several minutes. "This time was... even better than usual"

Bolt nodded. "It was" He could feel her warmth still shooting into him. Five minutes and she still wasn't completely spent. Her shaft seemed to jump a bit with every spurt and the feeling was... incredible. He wouldn't mind keeping her inside like this all day... in fact...

Bolt yawned. "I... you were... you were great" he managed and when Mittens looked down, she could see that the hero's eyes had closed.

A few minutes later, he was snoring.

"Seems like you got your nap after all" Mittens leaned in and gave his black nose a lick. They had fucked before, even prior to their transformations, but never like this. The passion was new. This was the start of something beautiful, she was sure.

After a few more minutes, Mittens decided it was time to pull out of her snoozing boyfriend. Her swelling should have gone down by now. She pulled and at first, it was like the dog wouldn't let go, but then she plopped out followed by a floodwave of spunk. She inched back and looked at the mess. Bolt's pussy gaped wide open, white cum oozing out and spreading over the couch.

She did not look forward to explaining to Penny what had happened to the couch when she got back. Being a cat after all, and not particularly found of being sticky, at least not for longer periods, she begun to lick the cum off her softening shaft. When she was done and her length had retreated into her sheath, she went to work on the couch, slurping up as much of their juices as they could. The taste was... different. Her own spooge mixed with Bolt's juices. She decided that he liked it. When the cushions were as clean as they were going to get, and that still wasn't very clean, she went to work on Bolt, her tongue pressing into his soft folds and lapping up as much as she could. Bolt groaned softly under her tongue, his legs spreading again, tail starting to wag. He didn't seem like he was about to wake up but he seemed to be enjoying his dreams.

Maybe she dreamed about her, she thought, and the thought warmed her heart.

She went on licking and with each lick, it seemed like more slipped out of him. How much had she dumped into the poor dog? It took several minutes but when the canine was reasonable clean, she hopped off the couch, stretched her legs and decided it was time to get something to eat. She could wake up Bolt later.

Before she left the room, she looked back at the snoozing dog. He had rolled over to his side, his beautiful nose tucked in against his paws and the morning rays seemed to make his fur glow golden. Looking at him from the side like that, it looked like his belly seemed just a slightly bit bigger than usual. Had he been eating more than usual lately? It must be the sheer amount of cum she had pumped into him. Either way, Mittens didn't think much of it as she closed the door behind him. She was already thinking about the next time.