This story is one of many I have written about a young girl called Jen Kitten. She has small black cat ears on top of her head and a furry tail above her bum, but she is otherwise human. She has shoulder length blonde hair, an average sized body with C cup breasts. Her boyfriend Glenn, or Puppy as she sometimes calls him, has short brown hair and is slightly taller than her. He is her Master and she is his Pet.
I hope you enjoy it, my Kitten...
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Kitten ran for her life.
"Go! They're still coming!" Pup yelled out a few paces behind her, running flat out just like she was, laughing hysterically at their escape. They were being chased, true, but he tasted freedom.
And boy does it taste good.
Black cars sped along the road next to them, trying to cut them off, sirens and voices shouting into the night. Out of nowhere Kitten found herself almost pressed up against a high wooden fence, blocking their route. There was no way back, they were surrounded.
The cars screeched to a halt. She could see silhouettes moving towards them, no idea how many. Pup slid in the mud to stop beside her but pushed her towards the fence.
"Come on! Keep moving!" he said as he hoisted her up and over the top of the barricade, more noise coming from the figures moving closer to capture them.
She dropped down on the other side into more mud; it already caked the bottom of her jeans from the constant running. Pup dropped down next to her a second later and they took off again, tearing across the open field towards the forest ahead.
He took her hand and held it tight as they neared the edge of the trees, hardly visible with all the cloud cover. Trunks loomed up in their path, almost seeming to appear instantly as they ran in amongst the thick brush. Spotlights flickered between the trees, trying to get a bead on them, but it was too dense, too crowded to allow for the use of torches.
Kitten was starting to tire. Her breath came in gasps, her lungs felt like they were on fire, legs aching with the effort of running and running. She stumbled, but the hand holding hers did not let go, and it spurred her on, gave encouragement to keep going, to just keep ahead of their pursuers.
Suddenly the trees disappeared and they were out of the forest, running across open grass, a chain link fence in sight ahead of them. The moon was full tonight, and the dark clouds were beginning to thin. Kitten ran for the fence like it was some kind of beacon to her, a promise of safety and rest.
They hit the fence at a run, tearing at the bottom for a gap, finding a shallow hole in the ground where the edge had been bent upwards. Pup lifted the fence up and she scurried under, crying out in pain as her black tail caught briefly on the wire. She stood up on the other side and held up the fence for him as he followed suit, then they turned and ran forward together into the night, looking around for somewhere to hide.
Stalls of rotting wood stood in disrepair, banners hanging limp over their counters. Huge metal monsters were frozen in their last positions: rockets rested on platforms, cars lined up down tracks, slides filled up with fake wooden canoes instead of the water they once ran down. A great wheel lay on its side in a mess of twisted metal bars, steel arms reaching up, as though wanting -- pleading even -- to see the sky up close one more time. Everywhere metal rusted and paint peeled and colours faded to grey.
"Quick, this way." Pup's voice broke into her thoughts as they moved in between the broken machinery and piles of rubble. The spotlights did not reach them here, but it was not a promise of safety. Kitten new they had to hide fast or risk losing this race.
They headed for a building that at best looked less destroyed then most others, but this was little comfort. Its door swung dangerously on its remaining fragile hinges, its steps rotted and creaky as they bounded up and into the darkness to escape the light. One corner, then another, and they came to a dead end.
"What now?" Kitten said, feeling her last hope leave her. They were trapped and knew it. Pup turned this way and that but found only more dark walls and large heavy curtains hanging everywhere.
"No, no! God damn it!" he screamed, and struck a wall fiercely. The wall gave way.
Pup pitched through the hole into another room altogether, losing his head as he bounced off a wall and spun around, to find himself staring into the eyes of someone else. He jumped back with shock. So did the stranger. So did four other strangers. Strangers who looked just like him.
It was a house of mirrors.
The now bent and broken wall was almost completely hidden by a curtain, but Pup could see that what was left had been fairly rotted, and must have supported one of the mirrors in the room.
The roof had a large hole in it, as though a great weight had been placed in the centre, and was bowed inwards, its wreckage blocking a doorway on the other side and providing the only light.
A second doorway stood off to Pup's left, completely barred up. Kitten's reflection poked its head through the curtain, looking around in awe. "How on earth..."
There was a noise from the outside. They were coming.
"Quick, get in here!" he hissed, pulling her through into the room and pushing the scrap of wall back up in place. He yanked the curtains back over it just as the edge of the broken wall splintered and the roof caved in a bit around him.
The moss all over the doorway muffled the fall, so he quickly pushed the wall into the mix and stepped away as voices and footsteps rushed past. He and Kitten shrank back against the mirrors, into a corner where three images sat next to them, cowering in fear and exhaustion.
After a few minutes the footsteps couldn't be heard; they were gone, and the park fell into silence. Pup got up and walked over to the door and tried to break off the bars keeping it in place. They didn't budge.
He tried finding a way around the rubble to the other door. No luck. He looked for a way to climb up through the hole in the roof. Nothing. And the way they'd come in was now a mess, so there was no way back.
"Well dear, I think for the time being, we're trapped," he said.
Kitten stared around, a scared look on her face. "Trapped? What do we do?" she said.
"Well, I suppose we wait a while for them to call off the search...then see if we can break out. We'll make too much noise doing it if we try now." He sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. Gently rubbing her arm, he leant the side of his head against hers, sighing as she fell to sleep with exhaustion, him following not too far behind.
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It was almost completely dark when Puppy awoke in the room, the moon hidden behind the black menacing storm clouds that were clearly visible through the roof. He looked down to see Kitten fully awake, cuddled up to his body, her beautiful eyes staring up at him with a longing he recognized.
He leant down and kissed her lips, soft and gentle, her arms wrapping around his neck holding her close to his body, letting his hands move around her back to run fingers up and down, kissing further down to her neck and a little of her collar, making her sigh as he unbuttoned the top of her shirt, kissing a bit of her chest and back to her neck, holding her lovingly close.