Catdog Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

After a couple movies, I nap again, only waking up when Adonis starts kissing me once again. “I need to keep you nourished, Kitten,” Adonis says. “It’s time to eat again. I let you sleep as long as I dared, but even if you are not carrying my child yet, you need to eat more regularly.” “I’m not hungry for food, Adonis,” I purr, climbing into his lap. “I’ll make love to you, but you have to promise me you will eat something, My Little Kitten,” he replies. “I will,” I reply with doe eyes.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

"I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me." Cassian stood motionless for a long moment, allowing the sound of my ragged gasps to fill the quiet hall. Then, slowly, a faint, dangerous tilt appeared at the edge of his lips. "Do you really believe you're a dog?" he asked quietly, the question laced with a subtle, dark fascination. I looked up immediately, my eyes wide and pleading, desperate to give him the answer he wanted. "Yes, Master. Yes, I am." Cassian smirked, a cold, mocking expression that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Then why are you wearing clothes?"

"That's funny, isn't it? A dog named Cat? What do you say? You want to be called Catriona after my Mom?" Another yip, and I found myself hugging her; a bittersweet shiver running through my heart. Cat nestled her face against mine, her soft fur tickling my nose, and I leaned into the solid weight of her. She was a muscular animal and her wide jaws held a set of impressive teeth. Keir was right; Cat could probably do a damn fine job of protecting me.

She opened the door and Martina walked inside, Caterina didn’t bother to look at her when she came in, she dragged her feet to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “At least you would help me with what I bought for dinner, are you mad at me?” Martina asked and Caterina sighed, she turned to look at her and was almost speaking up when her mouth wide open in awe. “Oh my… Is that a chow chow?” She asked with a very wide smile on her face. She was so happy, and she ran back to Martina and bent down to look at their new pet. “Oh God, it is a she or he?” Caterina asked excitedly.

She’s perfect and rarely breaks a rule. Caleb P.O.V I had dinner with Keegan, Kitten and the twins. Trying to get my mind off of things and trying to clear my own name after everything with Snow. We were having fun, laughing talking and of course I apologized towards Cat for my rude behavior towards her best friend. But like always, she knew everybody way to fucking well and she could see right through you. She was completely composed and serious when she stated that Bryan a.k.a Snow’s fucking date was there this morning when they both went by her place. And that she actually liked him, what did she call him oh yes, sweet and loving and caring and apparently he had fur babies. Naturally I ha

The_real_prince_charming IF YOU HAVE ANY DOUBT, YOU CAN COME AND TOUCH ME TOMORROW ;) Chloe_awesome_scott HAHAHA. SEE, THIS IS WHY I LOVE ANIMALS. ATLEAST, THEY DON'T HAVE A DIRTY MOUTH ON THEM. The_real_prince_charming UM, SWEETHEART, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? DO YOU UNDERSTAND THEIR LANGUAGE? MY DOG FLIRTS WITH MY CAT ALL THE DAMN TIME. Chloe_awesome_scott WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK? YOU HAVE A DOG AND A CAT? The_real_prince_charming

A large splitting mouth too full of razor-sharp teeth serrated like a shark’s. Their fingers were crooked like claws. Claws used to tear and rip into each other. The wet sounds of rending flesh rose and echoed through the silence. The only notable competition was the sounds of others eating the fallen with veracity, black tongues lapping up what their teeth missed, and the frantic grunts and moans of others copulating. Some were even doing all three at once.

HUDSON Jim and Jay, two of my favourite pets, have huge lips that ooze saliva as they wag their tails eagerly awaiting the meal I'm about to pour out for them. They are my watchdogs, enormous, with large skulls and sagging jaws. The most devoted cat, I open a sealed can and pour the contents into their dish, where they gnaw on it with their jaws in the bowl and make a mess of the room.