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Peanut clenched his eyes shut, knowing that interdimensional travel could be disorienting. Still, he was _really_looking forward to this double date. "To Gallifrax!" he declared, just as Tarot closed her glowing eyes and shifted the entire universe, smoke engulfing their four bodies.

His best friend, Grape, was the first to come around, peering through the smoke to see the green trees, the paved streets, and the rows of houses, all lined with picket fences. "Hah! This place looks pretty much the same," Grape taunted, though Peanut could smell the relief on her voice. That won't last, he thought, grinning dopily.

The purple cat continued, "When you said it was strange aeons, I thought you meant - Tarot?" She was looking eye to eye with Peanut's girlfriend, who was normally half the lanky cat's height. "Why are you as tall as I am?"

Wait for it... Peanut thought. Together, Grape and Tarot looked down. Instead of their usual arms and legs, they sported _four_legs, and their back legs were twisted and awkward. It had taken Peanut a while to get used to the strange new bodies in this dimension, but all in all, Gallifrax was a blast.

"Okay, what gives," Grape said, clearly a statement rather than a question. Her ears were laid flat as she lifted a paw and shook it, confused.

The Pomeranian spoke unapologetically, though even she_seemed surprised by the cats' small size. She might be a clairvoyant dragon god, but she didn't know _everything. "This world has some _very_strange rules."

"FIRST MY EAR AND NOW MY THUMBS!?"

Three pairs of eyes turned toward the new voice. Max, Grape's boyfriend, was wailing and rolling on the ground, thrashing every limb as if his new body was attacking him. The black cat just _might_be overreacting. Tarot padded over to the cat to make sure he was all right, her cute little curled tail waving back and forth. _Is she wearing perfume? She smells..._different.

He wagged his tail at his best friend, who was still trying to fathom her weird hands. "Lookin' good, Grape!" the larger, brown mutt said. In the real world, he was the same height as she was; here, he was twice her size. "A lot smaller than I thought, but good."

Apparently Grape was taking this almost as badly as Max, still trying desperately to prop herself up on her hind legs. "Good!? It's _weird!_You've done this before?"

Peanut let his tongue spill out of his mouth. "Once or twice. Fun, huh?"

"Whyyy?" Max wailed.

Grape stood shakily, all four legs wobbling. "I'm not moving right! I feel on the edge of dislocating my everything!"

That weird perfume was everywhere. Was Grape actually the one wearing it? Tarot? Or both? Being a dog, he had to investigate. No time like the present. He walked over to where Grape was standing, resting a paw on her back as his nose whuffled up and down. She definitely smelled different. "Just don't think about it. It comes naturally," he told her, reassuringly.

"HOW CAN YOU NOT THINK ABOUT IT!?" Max whined. He was balancing rather awkwardly on two feet, his tail flapping back and forth to try to maintain balance. He lasted about three seconds before falling back to all fours, but he tried again anyway.

"Maxie, I think you're missing the basic premise here..." Grape said with narrowed eyes and flattened ears.

Maxie... Peanut thought, feeling another twinge in his stomach. He liked Max well enough, but was he really the right d...cat for Grape? Cat,not dog. Grape may love Peanut, but she was definitely _not_a 'dog-lover'. Peanut had to remind himself once again that his feelings for her were platonic. He'd had a crush on Grape, but it was clear she didn't return the notion. Besides, he had Tarot now, and who could ask for a cooler girlfriend than a magical deity?

"I'll maintain my dignity, thank you very much!" Max complained, finally lowering his voice from a shriek to a sharp screech.

"Let me see if I have this straight," the purple cat mused, curling her tail around her new front legs. "In this universe, we all move around like horses."

Peanut scanned her small, but strangely sleek and powerful body. "Yup!"

"Still weird." She moved slowly but smoothly over to the Pomeranian, already starting to get the hang of it. "I mean, all the houses look normal, right? How are we even supposed to use doors?"

Without a hint of irony, Tarot explained, "Oh, that's just for humans. They're still the same."

"What!? What makes _humans_so special!?" Grape shouted at the injustice of it all.

"You know," Tarot considered, waving her paw in the air, "I still haven't figured that out."

Max had finally recovered but was wobbling across the street gritting his teeth. "Great! Now this universe is _spinning!_What are we even _doing_here!?" To be fair to Max, he'd been dragged along on this date on rather short notice.

Grape walked slowly after him, saying, "I know it's strange, Max, but it's worth it for the awesome water park!"

"Oh, we're not _going_to the water park," Tarot explained as a matter of fact. "I only said this universe _has_one."

"Yeah, it _is_pretty awesome," Peanut agreed, sitting down on the hot street. He laughed and said, "But we've been hitting the theme parks hard lately, so..."

Grape flattened her ears and twitched her tail. Without even saying anything, she bolted after Max, every hair standing on end. _Jeeze, a bit touchy today?_Peanut called after her, "Where are you going!? We were going to see Air Bud 12 at the dollar theater!"

Peanut started to chase her - this world could be dangerous, especially without an all powerful dragon nearby. Tarot placed a paw on his shoulder, though, and said dryly, "She's a big girl now, 'Daddy'. You got to let her go." She yelled surprisingly loudly for such a little dog, telling Grape, "We'll meet in the park at midnight!"

Peanut flattened his ears. "But what if they get in trouble?"

Tarot shrugged. "They'll be fine."

That's a relief, he thought. After all, when a _real_fortune teller assures you of something...

* * * * *

Grape munched rather uncontentedly on the raw mackerel.

"I _had_that, you know," Max whined, after failing quite miserably to buy some fish from the market.

"They can't under_stand_us, dummy!" she growled, not even giving him the courtesy of flattening her ears or lowering her tail. Why am I so angry_, here? I've been on a hair trigger all night."This world treats us like _fish_and _insects."

Max looked down at the fish he'd just taken a bite from and whined, "Then did you have to get mackerel?_He had _swordfish up there."

The purple cat narrowed her eyes at him, suddenly wanting to chew holes in his _left_ear, too. "You're lucky I can't make a fist," she said ominously, before leaving the fish and storming away. Max followed quickly.

"Grape? C'mon, Grape, don't be like that." There was a desperate edge to his voice, but Grape didn't care.

"Maybe this was a mistake," she sighed, looking down as she walked. "We should have gone with Peanut and Tarot."

Max jumped ahead of her, crouching down and giving his best smile, his shiny black fur reflecting the moonlight. "Don't be a sourpuss! I know what'll cheer you up!" With that, Max leapt to the top of the nearby fence, clearly getting used to his new body. Still, he thought that _singing_was what she needed. "Someone's rocking my dreamboat... Someone's invading my dream..."

He had a fine singing voice and was balancing rather well atop the fence, but whatever had Grape in a foul mood was having_none_ of it. "Max..." she sighed.

Why am I so mad at him? Sure, he's been a whiny snot, but he's trying now. She listened to him sing, "We were sailing along, so peaceful and calm; suddenly something went -"

An orange boot went _smack_right into Max's face, and he went sailing off toward the other side of the fence. "Max!" Grape cried, startled. It was only 10:00 o'clock and his singing wasn't _that_bad! Grape looked around for whoever had thrown it, before realizing that the only people with _hands_were human beings. As far as she could tell from watching their reactions, all humans heard from cats were loud, ugly screeches.

From the other side of the fence, Grape heard a new voice shout, "Hey!"

Tail twitching, Grape wondered, What's Max gotten himself into this_time!?_

* * * * *

Tarot's date, however, had been going swimmingly. A romantic dinner, some fun at the arcade, a funny movie, and now a stroll through a beautiful, moonlit park. If only the spirit dragon hadn't been tailing _everything_they did. Not that the Pomerarian expected anything different - Dragon was far too nosy for her own good.

The date was a setup, of course. Peanut was as oblivious as ever, and it was time to lay down the law. Tarot and Dragon had been bickering non-stop for weeks. The big, green doofus thought she was 'in love' with Peanut after only one date! Still, it was hard for a mortal medium to really compete with a god's powers, but Tarot had planned this excursion well. She made sure to time it with her ovulation - anything to give her an edge when Peanut finally had to make the choice. In Gallifrax, the scent was so positively addictive_that the locals called it _heat. Peanut wouldn't even notice the effect it was having on him.

Peanut's ears were up and he was smiling like the adorable mutt he was, when he said, "I can't stand the suspense! What are you going to talk to me about!?"

Tarot sighed. It was now or never. Will he choose me, or the all powerful spirit dragon who can make his every dream come true? If Tarot knew Peanut at all, he would pick the Pomeranian. That's just how he was.

"You know about the dragon, right?" Tarot started, still shaking with nerves.

Bouncing along the ground, Peanut nodded so hard his ears flopped up and down. "Yeah I know your dragon form! It's awesome."

Tarot sighed. This was going to be more difficult than she'd thought. How can I make him understand? "She not my 'form', Peanut. We're separate entities."

"I'VE BEEN _CHEATING_ON YOU!?" he yelped, stricken and falling backwards, mouth agape.

Okay, so maybe not so hard,_she thought, eyes bulging from the sudden outburst. _Still, he said cheating on me_, not cheating on_ her. It hurt the Pomeranian to see the one she loved so distraught. He sat, curled up and trembling, looking miserable. "No!" she shouted. "Well yes but not technically... Look, this is what I was trying to avoid!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Peanut whined, tail tucked between his rather handsome legs.

"We did," Tarot said with clipped tone. "And you were like 'okay' and kept doodling a picture of a shark?"

He stood up, still freaking out. "Then why didn't you tell me so I'd listen!?"

Tarot couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He never meant to get in between the god and her medium. "That's what we're doing _now._She's been here the whole time."

Peanut looked behind him, and simultaneously, the man who cooked their dinner, the woman who played games with them, the old woman who inexplicably wanted to watch Air Bud 12 appeared, turning in a flash into the rather giant, mostly true form of the spirit dragon. She floated above the park, looking down at the two miniscule dogs, here brow wrinkled in frustration. She was long, and green, with big green ears and rows of white horns that descending down the length of her serpentine back, her four limbs almost comically far apart.

Tarot cleared her throat. "Incidentally, she's very agitated about all this. And no pressure or anything, but you're gonna have to choose between us _right_now."

C'mon Peanut, you know what you have to do, Tarot thought to herself. Normally, Dragon would have been able to read her thoughts, but not recently.

Dragon cupped her hands, looking strangely pitiful for a massive dragon god, and said, "Peanut, I cannot bear this any longer. It is I who love you, deeply and truly."

Peanut looked up at her, as unphased as ever. But he smelled afraid. Tarot didn't have to read his thoughts to know he was afraid of hurting either of their feelings. He gulped and protested, "We went on one date!"

"But it was I who gave you those gifts, like your telepathic bond," Dragon explained.

Cocking his head, the light brown dog asked, "Whatever happened to that, anyway?"

Time to step in and get my say."That's the problem. Dragon's bickering with me turned into fighting, and that weakens our bond in turn. Haven't you noticed my future sight has been _off_lately?"

* * * * *

Grape could only barely hear the commotion on the other side of the fence.

"Hey!" an unfamiliar voice shouted. "Someone trashed our _trash_pile!"

Max was in trouble..._again. Grape sighed, looking up at the tall fence. Could she _really_jump that high? It seemed impossible, but Max had done it without even thinking. As if the mongrel ever actually _thought.

A second voice screeched too. "A raccoon! You won't pilfer _our_generational trash pile, you diseased rodent!"

What on Earth - I mean Gallifrax - is going on over there? Grape looked along the fence for another way across the fence, and saw a large knothole just a few lengths away. She started over that way, hurrying.

Wherever Max was, his whining was loud and clear. "How am I even supposed to reply_to that? There are _so many things_wrong with it, I'd need an _itemizedlist!" Could her boyfriend even walk down the street without complaining? Grape's tail flicked. Why am I so upset? He could be in real trouble; if ever there was a reason to complain, this is it!

"You won't fool us with your mind games, either! C'mon, guys, get him!"

Grape heard even more movement. There were more than two people over there attacking Max. She needed to hurry! She ducked her head, finding it incredibly easy to slink through the small knothole. This new body was definitely good for some things. She might not feel stronger, but she was more compact, more sleek, with sharper ears, scent and eyes.

As she crawled into the other yard, she discovered that sharper eyes also translated to the natives. "Hey, Tuna!" said the second voice she had heard before. "Is that another raccoon!?" A brown cat was looking right at her, even as three other cats were jumping and climbing into a nearby dumpster. That's where Max must be.

The blueish cat next to him must have been Tuna, because he said, "Yeah, Steak, let's _get_it!"

Grape blinked in surprise. Mistaking Max for a raccoon was one thing, but _she_didn't look anything like one! _Or do raccoons look even more different in Gallifrax?_Grape sat, trying to exude confidence - hopefully she could avoid making this into a fight, and get them to stop attacking Max.

They took only seconds to bound over to her, and Grape was once again impressed by the sheer speed one could muster on four legs. Of course, horses were awfully fast in the real world, but it was different when _you_were the one who could gallop.

"I'm not a raccoon. I'm Grape," she said calmly.

Steak blinked, twitching his black tail. "What's a Grape?"

Tuna spoke sagely, "She's not a raccoon or_a grape. She's a _cat. Why are you lying to us, you filthy mongrel!?"

Are these two all right in the head?"My name is Grape."

Steak growled. "What kind of self-respecting cat likes to eat grapes!?"

Grape flattened her ears. "I didn't name myself." These guys were even more annoying than Max. Speaking of which... "And that's another cat in your dumpster, and he didn't mean any harm. He was knocked into it."

Tuna whined. "She's trying to confuse us with nonsense words like the other one."

"Look at this - she's a housekitty," Steak said, stepping forward while pointing at her collar. Grape held her ground, though she didn't like how close the brown cat was getting. Still, when she was still a _kitten_she had fought off a full-grown crocodile and a shotgun-toting human being with only a broom. If it came to blows, she would be able to handle herself as always.

"Look. I just want my boyfriend and then we'll go," Grape tried, using the simplest words she could manage.

"What's a boyfriend?" Tuna asked curiously. Are_all _cats here this dumb?

"I'm not a raccooon!" Max protested amidst the clanging of discarded clocks and drills and cardboard boxes.

The blue cat was walking around behind her now, making the fur on the back of Grape's neck bristle. Still, he was just sniffing her. She could hear the tussle going on in the dumpster. _I should just jump in there and fight our way out. Max could get hurt,_she thought, before remembering tonight's miserable date. Maybe Max _deserved_a few lumps.

"Wait a minute, Steak, smell this!_She's in _heat!"

Heat? "What are you -" she started.

"Oh really," Steak said appreciatively. "Well _that_changes the equation." He started to curl around her, his short, brown fur brushing up against hers.

Grape felt every single hair stand on end, trembling at Steak's touch. She felt strangely willing to stay put while the stray cats circled around her. Shaking her head, she jumped free, confused. "Hey...stop that!"

The two tomcats stepped forward, ignoring her. Startled, Grape bolted, bunching up all the strength in her four legs. She took off in a flash, running faster than she ever had before. Faster than she had ever thought possible. She was a rocket ship!

Steak bounded easily in front of her, forcing Grape to skid to a stop. _How can he be so fast!?_The brown cat purred, "Where are _you_going? Don't you think we have some...unfinished business?"

"What - what do you want from me?" She could feel Tuna walking up behind her, lowering his muzzle to sniff her butt. She was getting sick of their attention. Rudely, she batted the blue cat in the face with her tail.

Steak smiled. "Forget the raccoon. We're boys, and we want to get _really_friendly with you."

The look in his eyes as he licked his lips finally clued Grape in to what these two wanted. She'd had guys hit on her in the real world - she had a boyfriend after all - but this was something different. Pure lust. Time to shut their thoughts down firmly. "I wouldn't touch either of you in a _million_years."

Grape felt Tuna's nose beneath her tail. Only it wasn't his nose, and he wasn't sniffing her butt. Right there in the open alley, the blue cat licked_her _right between the legs. Grape's eyes went wide, her pupils tiny dots. "Stop that!" she yowled, spinning around with her paw in a fist to bat Tuna right in the face.

The blue cat was faster, backing up before the swing could hit him, but at least she pushed him away. Only now, with her back turned, she wasn't ready for Steak's next move. Before she could even move, she felt him leap onto her back, pushing her down onto her belly beneath him.

"Don't worry," the brown cat whispered in her ears. "We'll do all of the touching."

That was it. Grape had had enough of these two. Coiling up all of her strength, the purple feline exploded out from underneath her attacker, spinning in a circle with legs flailing to catch him on the shoulder, then the chin, coming to a stop off to the side facing both with her back to the fence!

Or she would have done, had Steak not simply taken the scruff of her neck in his teeth and smashed her into the dirt. Grape lay there, dazed. What happened!?_She'd never been in a fight she couldn't win, and these numbskulls certainly didn't seem like a proper match for _her. She dug her four claws into the soft earth and attempted to stand with all of her strength, but Steak held her down without even straining.

Tuna spoke for his friend, laughing, "She's got some fight in her, yeah?"

Steak just grunted through his clenched teeth, dragging Grape forward through the dirt, matting in her belly fur until despite her best efforts, her hind legs splayed out behind her. She was as helpless as a kitten! Actually, considering her prowess as a young cat, she was even _more_helpless than a kitten.

Maybe they are just more used to these quadruped bodies than me. Maybe here, females are just naturally weaker than males. Whatever the case, she was completely under Steak's control.

Grape felt her face flush, not used to feeling so helpless. Her only hope now was to convince them to let her go. "Stop! Let me go before I call the cops!"

Tuna cocked his head. "The what?"

_Aren't there police dogs in this world!?_Grape's mind raced, time seeming to compress just as she needed as many seconds as possible. Just as she was on the verge of a new plan, she felt it. Steak lowered his heavy hips onto her rump, his surprisingly filled-out stomach rubbing right up against the base of her tail. The feel of his fur against hers made her tremble, and suddenly, against her will, she lifted her hindquarters into the air. It was like a reflex - she couldn't control it.

With her rump raised, she felt Steak pressing up beneath her tail, something wet, warm, and slimy prodding her down there. He stood over her in what could only be described as 'horsey-style'. Though Grape knew before what they'd been planning, only now did it finally hit home. I can't lose my virginity like this! She tried to form a desperate plea, but only managed to gasp, "Rape!"

"Huh? I thought your name was 'Grape'," Tuna replied, cocking his head.

Grape blinked. He wasn't making a joke. He really didn't know the word. She gaped, at a loss for words, so she didn't even notice Steak's next move until it had already happened.

Splorch!

Without warning, he sank himself to the hilt into her virgin pussy. A full second passed before the yowl escaped her lips, but the racket more than made up for the delay. _No!_she thought, unable to process what was happening. A thousand things and nothing at all ran through her head, simultaneously. There were so many things she should be thinking or doing, but all she could do was shriek.

"Oonm, myeah!" Steak moaned through the scruff of her neck, pressing his body tightly up against hers. Her tail was shoved uselessly off to the side, far too late to be of any help.

No! she thought again, but still couldn't go a step further in rationalization. Waves of sensation flooded her body, from the sharp teeth on her neck to the damp fur of Steak's sweaty paws around her midsection, to the impossible, incomprehensible thickness spreading her unwilling, unprotected underside apart. She groaned and kneaded her hind paws, digging in the dirt beneath her proffered goods.

"Mrowr!" Steak cried, pulling his fat cock back a few inches. Pin pricks spread fire through her untested passageway, making her entire body tremble until the wave reached her mouth and she let out another cry just as sharp as the barbs digging into her flesh. Spots covered her vision so that she could barely make out Tuna standing in front of her.

The brown cat began to roll his hips mercilessly against her, still pressing her upper body into the dirt. Out and in, out and in he went, racking Grape's body with pain and...pleasure.

Or does the absence of pain simply feel_like pleasure?_ she wondered. Her mind came roaring back, filling her with the thoughts she should have been thinking moments before. Fight, fight, fight! Beg, run! How could he, just like that? He'd only touched her twice, and the second time was his rough penetration! How can this be happening!? Help, call for help! Help! "Help!" she shrieked. Then, a second later, she added, "Max!"

The commotion in the dumpster continued unabated, with screeches and metal on metal as Max tumbled with his own alley cats. Oblivious, Max's reply to her desperate, last-ditch hope was "I've kinda got a _situation_up here!"

She wanted to protest, to explain that hers took priority, to beg Max of all people to do something right for once and save her when _she_really needed help. But the small window of coherent thought was gone as quickly as it had arrived, as Steak once again ripped his barb cock back. Tears welled up in her eyes, in contrast to the dryness of her mouth and the raggedness of her voice.

Tuna appeared in her slitted vision, changing from a grey-blue blur into a small swath of individual, strangely defined and distinct hairs. She felt his paws on her head and her eyes went wide, the hyper-specific small view of his chest changing like the flip of a switch into a blurry, yet obvious silhouette of a cat. Just as quickly, he stepped over her, and her vision was obscured again, leaving her only able to concentrate on what was directly between her now-crossed eyes: Tuna's outstretched sheath, red tip glistening with white just inches from her mouth, and just below that two taut, lightly-furred balls.

"You don't smell enough like me," he said, as a matter of undisputed fact. _Cognito ergo sum_flashed briefly through her mind. While she ought to have snapped her jaws shut around his red flesh, she was too slow, and he had other plans. No time at all passed before Tuna had walked up, straddling Grape's pinned head, resting his genitals directly on her face.

She squirmed and struggled beneath the two cats, but Steak's grip was only stronger with Tuna sitting on her head. She relied on her sight, but that sense was lost to her - just a blur of blue and red. Scent and feel took over, digging into her brain like an insect borne from nightmares. His sweaty balls rested right over her nose, filling her nostrils with an overpowering musk that was all his own. She would be able to recognize Tuna by scent from miles away for the rest of her life. She wanted to weep and close her nostrils, but of course she couldn't. She had to breath to live, and even if she didn't want to live, her body wouldn't allow her to just give up. Whimpering, Grape took a deep breath, forced to endure the acrid, salty odor that wafted up her nose directly into her overloaded brain.

Steak ignored his friend, perfectly content to use the rest of Grape's body at his own discretion. If Tuna had thoroughly claimed her face, Steak's musky odor must not only cover her rump and tail, but indeed pervade her entire insides. Her butt would smell like Steak for weeks, a stinging reminder of what had happened when (or if) she escaped.

But of course I will escape. Tarot will take us back to the real world at any moment.

Tarot! she realized, opening her eyes just in time to get a squirt of pre-cum in one of them.

"Tarot, help!" she mumbled, barely audible beneath the two cats. But Tarot was magical, surely she'd hear her cries and come to the rescue! But why didn't she see this coming?

Tuna wriggled his hips, grinding his dick between her eyes and ears, leaving sticky drops of white to clump in her normally pristine fur. "Come _on,_Steak, aren't you done yet?" he whined, tail twitching.

The brown cat released his teeth, not needing them now that Tuna was flattening Grape's head. Steak said, "Almost, just wait your turn!"

No! she thought, not Tuna, too!

She felt like she was observing herself, as if she were floating above the grotesque scene. There she lay, head, chest and arms coated in the dirt, her backbone angled up to the tip of her tail. Steak was like an extension to her spine, his tapered cock running firmly and parallel, pushing in and out with a steady, fierce pain that felt like it ran the entire length of flexible body. Her virgin lips spread lewdly apart for him, slurping_down around him in mocking betrayal, trying to pull him deeper when every part of Grape's mind screamed for him to get out. A gentle_thud rang out, but she didn't know if she was hearing it, feeling it, or just _knowing_it; his tip was prodding her deepest, most sacred walls, staining them with his hated scent.

Just then he grunted, "Time to breed!" With a sharp yowl, he pushed even deeper, squeezing his twitching cock against her womb and holding it there, while his balls slushed_noisily. _Splurt! Splurt! Grape shuddered. He can't actually get me_pregnant, can he? I'm not even from this dimension!_ Possible or not, her womb gulped greedily, drinking every last drop in the few seconds before...

Steak's barbs flared inside of her at the same time as the brown cat leapt backwards, digging the sharp points into her soft, hyper-sensitive flesh. Her suddenly empty pussy ached and trembled, raised and clenching as if to work the last globs of cum down the drain into her deepest chamber.

YOWWWWWWW!!!! Grape screamed, and though the sound was muffled somewhat by Tuna's strong-scented balls, Max apparently could still hear it.

"C'mon Grape, stop screwing around and help me!" he whined. "This guy is chewing on my face!"

The pain was unbearable, but even worse was the strange, twisted pleasure. She shuddered, spreading her legs and swishing her tail, claws drawing tracks in the dirt beneath her. Hot, bubbling cum spilled down her abused vagina, coating the small, barb-inflicted gouges. The ointment seemed to sooth the sharp pain, so Grape stayed put, gasping for breath.

"All right, my turn!" Tuna declared, walking behind her. Rather, he didn't even give her that courtesy; the blueish feline tromped right over her, letting his leaking cock drag a sticky line down her entire back before spinning around to face her raised rump. His scent coated her back, and when his taut balls brushed up against the base of her tail, she just mewled miserably and lifted her tail.

Run, run, run, run! she chanted in her head, but the thought never translated to action. Her claws were rooted in the dirt as if the world were spinning, and at any moment she might be flung off the surface of the planet into whatever passed for outer space in this universe. Perhaps her body knew what her mind didn't; Tuna wasn't going to let her off easy.

_Run, run, run, run, run..._Grape moaned as Tuna scaled her presented body, wrapping his paws around her midsection. Still she chanted, though the moment for running ended with his teeth around her neck. His hips went flush with hers, making the young feline thrust her tail to the side. She felt his tip against her trembling, sopping lips, knowing exactly what was about to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

He held himself there for one, intense moment, letting the musk that still wafted around her head settle in around her rump. Then, with a simple grunt, he penetrated her once-virgin pussy.

Grape dropped her jaw and moaned, voice no longer muffled. Despite herself, she raised her hips to meet him, sore folds engulfing the second cat's prick almost eagerly. The pain, and therefore also her shriek, was muted; the acrid spunk that lined her passageway allowed Tuna to slip smoothly to the hilt.

He held himself, shuddering inside of her for a few moments, fat cock spreading her wide and grinding up against her clitoris until Grape moaned and humped her hips. Then the pleasure was literally ripped away when Tuna yanked his cock back, digging once more into her oversensitive flesh.

Panting, Grape drooled onto the ground, too exhausted to swallow. She forgot everything and everyone, knowing that no one was coming to rescue her. Instead, she lived for those short seconds of pleasure between sharp rakes of pain. He slammed himself in, and she squealed, "Tuna!" before he rocked his hips back, making her whole body shudder. Was time passing? All she saw was a dull blur of the brown fence, all she heard were her own cries, all she tasted was the coppery dirt, and above all, blotting out all her other sensations, all she smelled was Tuna. His odor was so heavy it felt like a liquid drenching her entire body. She couldn't even smell herself anymore, and the first thought since "run" finally ran through her head. Do I even exist_any more?_

Tuna certainly thought she did. He hammered her, tail twitching, seeming to relish in digging all the way to her open womb before pulling harshly back until just his tip tickled her puffy lips. He seemed to know she wasn't about to try to escape, letting go of her scruff to whisper in her ear, "I hope you left some room for my kittens in there, too."

Grape just groaned and bucked her hips, quivering all over. She kept her hips raised, her hind legs spread, and her tail off to the side waiting for the inevitable. He was kneading her back almost playfully, the sharp claws digging into her flanks, but the pain was completely drowned out by her ragged pussy.

Steak seemed to materialize out of nowhere, standing next to Grape, his tail thudding methodically against her ribs. He spoke, but not to her. "All right, Tuna, that's enough. I'm ready for my next turn."

Next turn!?

"I waited for you, now you have to wait for me," the blue cat growled, violating her.

The dullness of her acceptance evaporated at those words. _They aren't going to let me go!?_Grape shook her head, taking over from the body that had so thoroughly betrayed her. An hour ago, she would never have thought she'd be begging for two cats to have their way and just be done with it, but that was never their plan. Grape whimpered, then summoned all her strength to struggle one last time. She tried to leap forward, claws out, slashing at anything and everything, slashing at the twisted world that Tarot had taken her to.

Tuna was too fast. His jaws closed around her neck and he slammed back into the dirt, causing tiny mushroom clouds to rise up around her face. Even with the dirt visible in the air, she could_still_ only smell Tuna.

"She scratched me!" Steak gasped, looking down at the bloody streak on his shoulder. He leaned down to her and said, "Don't worry, I'll return the favor."

Grape whined, but the sound was cut off. Her struggles seemed to excite Tuna, and he started pounding her like a dog, mewling into her fur. Small, hot spurts_of cum dribbled out of him, but they were only a prelude to what was about to happen. He held her tightly, teeth and claws pinning her in place, and _thrust.

Splurt!

The second cat claimed her, moaning as he held himself right up against her last line of defense, balls pulsing. The thick base of his tapered cock rubbed and jostled her clitoris, and while the barbs were fully flared, they were not in use. Grape's voice caught in her throat as her slender body exploded around her, before her own moaning wail echoed around the alley. She clenched hard around his cock, humping up and down as he emptied himself. Her sore pussy fit him like a glove, as if she were made for him, the very edge of her swollen lips kissing his furry sheath. She felt like her belly was swelling, a real or imagined glug, glug ringing in her ears as he _squirted_load after load into her fertile womb.

And like that, he was done with her. He leapt off of her, as if afraid she'd try to retaliate, but she was far too tired to fight anymore. No, Grape just lay in a huddle, shuddering and shrieking, the sharp pain of his exit dominating her mind.

When she opened her eyes, the pain finally dulling, Steak was already in place on her back. Tuna sat in front of her, casually licking the barbed cock that had so recently made her scream. She knew it wouldn't be long before it did so again.

"Ungh...Steak," she moaned, strangely ambivalent as the brown cat clamped his jaws around her neck. This time, she didn't need the instinctive touch at the base of her tail; she raised her hips to meet him obediently.

"This is going to be a long, fun night," Tuna purred, meeting Grape's wide eyes. "Right?"

Grape nodded breathlessly, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. Did she agree?

She felt Steak tense his muscles and she spread her legs and braced herself.

Yowl! She whined as he plunged himself once again inside of her. Eyes half-lidded, the purple feline began to rock her hips in time to his, knowing exactly what to do. The two friends' scents mingled like they were a single unit - one, unstoppable, inexhaustible breeding machine, and she was strapped in for the ride.

A black blur leapt over the edge of the trash can, but Grape didn't even register that until she heard his voice. Max shouted, "Grape, run!" his ragged tail flapping in the wind behind him. Where had she heard that word before? Run? Run?

Steak let go of her neck and hissed, "Get him!"

Tuna turned to chase, neck fur bristling.

Run... she mused.

Then her eyes popped open.

Run!

Tuna was chasing Max, and Steak was distracted. His cock still split her in half, but this was her chance and she was going to take it! She coiled her muscles, and leapt forward, eyes fixed on the knothole that had led her into this terrible Wonderland. She shrieked, but otherwise ignored the intense shock of ripping his barbed cock free. Steak desperately tried to close his claws around her, but he was too late - she was off!

Steak was fast, but she was smaller, skidding through the knothole easily. Max had leaped the fence, Tuna hot on his tail. They were going to catch him! Grape charged after the blue cat, and before Tuna knew what had hit him, she sweeped his legs out from under him, making him spill headfirst into a trash can.

"Don't let her get away!" shouted Steak, just then managing to squeeze his way through the fence. Thank God he wasn't smart enough to simply jump over it!

But by the time Tuna had gotten up, the two cats had already rounded the corner and were heading a breakneck pace to the forest.

"I HAD THAT!" Max shouted, eyes narrowed.

_Did he...did he really not see what happened to me!?_He had a rather swollen, bleeding lump on his forehead, and bruisers under both eyes, but seemed relatively unscathed for such a long battle. How could he not notice? "Then you sure pulled a convincing stage show. Was the face-chewing choreographed, or was it improv?" she yelled. What could she say? He didn't even know that she had been raped, despite the scents wafting over her.

He glanced at her, and said, "Where were_you? Look at me, I'm bleeding and there's not a scratch _on_you! I _needed you back there!"

Grape almost stopped running right there, speechless.How...dare...he? She only barely managed to keep her footing, but she had no idea what to say to that.

"Look," Max said, "We're fine! At least things can't -"

KRAKKOOM!

Thunder, with no lightning, echoed across the sky, and a half second later a hurricane landed on them. Rain poured down, drenching them both.

"I wasn't gonna say it!" Max whined.

At least the water will wash away some_of Steak's and Tuna's scent..._