"Oh, so you're alive? How ghastly."
Courage growled, "Not now!" He typed into the computer furiously, which wasn't an easy thing to do considering his arms still ached slightly.
The machine replied, pompously, "Temper, temper. Don't want to reopen those wounds, do you?" Courage had been bed bound for two days, and while the cuts had healed over significantly, they still were sore to the bone.
"What happened?" Courage typed, frowning at the machine.
"What do you mean?"
"How did I get back here?"
The courage beeped in a way that seemed like a snicker, "You don't remember? Dear me, how stupid are you?"
Courage groaned, "I woke up in bed! And I know I wasn't there moments before." He remembered exactly where he was before, and he needed answers concerning that feline.
"And why are you asking me? What makes you believe I know anything?"
Courage rose an unimpressed eyebrow, "I know that you've got surveillance over the entire house."
"And what of it?"
"I don't care, just tell me how I got back here, no one else is telling me anything."
"Hm, the cat must have knocked your brain into pudding."
Courage perked up, "So you saw her?!"
"What have the humans told you?"
"I haven't asked them, they keep saying I fell."
"Oh, so they actually believed that lie." The monitor whirred, "How pathetically human..."
Courage growled, he didn't have time for this, he needed answers now! "JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!"
"Okay. Quit pressing the same key over and over again, would you?" The computer moaned, "Very well, yes I did happen to glimpse on the pussycat when she brought you back here."
"What?!" Katya had brought him back?! No way! Why would she…
"And before you ask, I don't know why she brought you back. Maybe she was tired of hearing your voice. But she came here in that ghastly black van and came out with you in her paws, and then…oh I might as well just show you." The computer paused and the screen faded to grey, then the screen burst open with a familiar picture.
It was the front porch of the house, empty and bleak against the night sky. The numbers, 9:24, glowed white in the bottom corner of the screen. It appeared like an empty night until two yellow lights peered in the shroud of the night, blinking like the eyes of a wolf. The lights grew closer to the screen until they became clear as the headlights of a van which was almost as black as the darkness around it. The van stopped hastily before the house and a door was flung open.
Then she appeared, high strung, intent and cautious, Katya strolled up to the house, cradling Courage in her arms, bruised and bloody. Though Courage could notice Katya had washed all the blood, his blood, off of her claws before she came out. She knocked on the door, her eyes glazed with thoughts Courage could never guess. She wasn't glaring, she almost looked…scared.
The door opened and Muriel burst out in horror, her hands grasping the poor dog. "Oh my God! Courage!" Her eyes met Katya's in terror, "What happened here?" She asked with an innocence that presumed she didn't remember the cat who had tried to kill them several times.
Katya had to shake her head to come out of her trance, "I found him near a canyon in the south," Katya's tone was a familiar coolness, but her eyes screamed bemusement. "The…poor thing must have fallen, he's very lucky to be alive." It was a vague explanation, but Muriel was far too concerned to point fingers at the girl who had brought her baby back.
Muriel could only nod, "W-Well thank you very much! Oh my poor sweet boy! Let's get you to bed!" She didn't notice as Katya began to turn away and it was only when she heard the car door slam that she went back to thank the stranger. "Oh, wait, how can I ever-"
"No thanks." Katya said, her eyes hazy and discontent. "Good luck with him." Then that was it, the car sped away, and Muriel didn't hesitate to run back inside the house to care for her poor boy.
The screen flashed back to normal, and Courage could only stare in amazement. She'd really brought him back, she'd actually spared him…Why? He'd been right where he wanted her, why on Earth would Katya willingly let go of her most convenient opportunity. That wasn't Katya at all. Had she actually been able to allow mercy?
"Cat got your tongue." Courage frowned.
"Why would she do that?"
"How on Earth would I know, you twit? I saw as much as you saw on the screen, though I'm smart enough to presume that the wounds were not caused by some measly fall."
"She beat me, she had a gun to my head." Courage typed frantically, so many dots were not connecting in his head.
"How messy? Quick though, quite a merciful death in my opinion."
"Are you serious?!"
The computer seemed to chuckle, "Don't be daft. I tell you though, I know nothing about why that milk slurping wench would bring you here. Why don't you go ask her?"
Courage stared up in shock. Ask her?! Go to the creature that had nearly killed him, that had left him bandaged like a mummy in a museum? That was suicide. If Katya hadn't killed him then, she was certain to kill him if he returned…
Would she though?
Would she actually kill him if she had spared him before? Why had she spared him in the first place? Katya was a cruel, malicious killer! Unknown to any sense of kindness or care, all that mattered to her was her own gains, no matter who lived or died.
But still, she had spared him. And that left a question that needed answering.
Courage paused then reluctantly typed in his next question, "When's the next bus due?"
For a moment the computer didn't reply. "You're being serious aren't you?"
Courage winced, "Unfortunately." He needed answers, and he was willing to take the chance. He just needed to rely on the small, small hope that Katya showings of mercy would continue.
"You really are a twit."
…
A chill ran up his spine as he stood before the motel. This was the place where Katya had tried to kill him…twice. Inside the building, a web of bloodthirsty, man eating spiders laid in wait, able to get at Courage from every corner. The dog whined, what was he even doing here? Were his answers really worth this much? The most probable situation was that Katya would turn him into spider chow the minute she laid eyes on him. That was the Katya he knew.
Then again, he could also run into the Katya that had taken him back home. That scared him even more, because who knew what went through that cat's mind. Courage needed to find out why the cat who had called him the bane of her existence would ever think of letting him go. After the beating he had received, it really was the least Katya could do.
Summering up all his bravery, Courage stepped into the motel; immediately the familiar scents of blood, musk, and decay burned Courage's nostrils, such was the tragic flaw of a dog's sense of smell. The front desk was empty and Katya was nowhere to be seen, normally her form would have stalked up the moment someone walked through the door. "H-Hello?" Courage called, hoping, yet dreading, that Katya was behind the counter. Nothing. Courage gulped and stepped to look behind, and indeed the desk was empty.
"Oh, I don't like this at all." Courage whimpered, he looked to the set of keys on the wall, trying to find any hint of where the cat actually was. His gaze stopped on a single bare space among the hundreds of keys and he fixed his vision on the numbers.
"059." Courage shuddered, that had to be it! He made his way down the twisting halls, passing doors that held horrors that Courage was no way near going to explore. He wasn't going to become a webbed dog anytime soon on his watch. He searched each number carefully, groaning as he came across more disappointments. He found his way along the 0's, traveling as far as his little legs could carry him until he came across the numbers close to where he desired. He finally stopped at a door at the very end of the corridor, the desired room number painted at the side in light gold lettering.
Courage wheezed and jumped to grab the handle, his paw trembled but mustered up enough strength to turn it.
Surely enough, the handle twisted and the door squeaked open slowly.
Courage gulped, understandable terror making his knees shake as he cautiously peered into the room. The walls were a delicate blue, purple spider webs painted in several areas which made Courage shiver. He looked at the large white bed and frowned when he saw no sign of Katya, not even a mark on the bed. Where was the cat? Courage searched the walls, hoping for some kind of sign, but they were just a collection of paint and plaster, not even a picture hosted the wall.
Was Katya really that alone?
A shine of white caught Courage's eye and he turned to face an open bathroom, the door jarred loosely beckoning the dog to enter. An uneasy chill traversed up Courage's spine, but he found his feet bringing him closer to the room. His paw found the door and he hastily entered,
Then he flinched away in fright.
Katya lay on the floor, before the sink, her back facing Courage as her form closed in on herself. She was unbelievably still, almost too still, but her back still twitched with her short breaths. Courage gulped, and looked over the feline with terror, and a hint of worry. "H-Hello…"
Katya didn't stir, her ears didn't even twitch at his voice.
Courage was about to say something else, then something caught his eye. Something that made his heart freeze. Just visible near Katya's body was an empty bottle, an empty pills bottle, freshly opened.
His good senses overcame him and he rushed at the feline in horror. "No!" He cried, as he grabbed her body, overturning her body to face him. The cat's eyes were closed, almost peaceful, as her mouth overturned with a trace of drool. Courage shook her desperately, trying to wake her from a rest that would take her forever. The cat moaned slightly in her agony, a good sign to Courage at least. She was alive.
"What do I do!? What do I do?!" Courage fumbled, he needed to find a way to make the pills come back up. An ambulance in Nowhere would take hours to get there! What did people do when they wanted to puke? An idea came to Courage's mind. It was gross, but this was dire, Katya may kill him if she woke up but it was surely better than her being dead.
He placed his arms under the cat's shoulders and began to drag her to the toilet, he fixed all his strength as he pulled the full weight of the surprisingly heavy cat. He somehow got her face over the bowl and relaxed her stomach. Courage pulled Katya's face up and watched as her mouth drop loosely, he was running out of time! Taking a deep breath, he forced his paw down her throat, ignoring the fact he was touching his nemesis' saliva as the cat began to splutter and gag. He did this a few times, but nothing was coming out. Rushing in, Courage let go of her face and rushed behind her and wrapped his arms around her belly, roughly pulling her stomach to his chest in a Heimlich manoeuvre. The cat began to gag even more, as Courage's thrusts became even more desperate, and finally Courage relaxed when he heard a ill groan followed by a sickening splatter into the water; the vomiting continued for a minute, Courage making sure every content of the cat's stomach transferred into the toilet. He patted her back as she unconsciously coughed and gasped for air as bile began to spill from her lips. Thank God she had seemed to have just swallowed the harmful medicine a few minutes before he came in, any later and she…
Katya began to twitch, her tail lazily swaying as her paws jolted and spasmed, Courage kept on gently running his paw on her back as she lay limp. It was so strange to see Katya in such a state, so helpless and weak, that had never been Katya in the previous times they had met; but, of course, it wasn't exactly Katya to do…this to herself. The mere thought of suicide made Courage shiver, but to see an attempt in real life, even if it was Katya, was truly horrifying. He didn't wish death on anyone, not on one of the many, many foes he'd met throughout his life, he would never ever want anyone to die.
Courage wiped Katya's lips with a bath towel and began to carry her to her bed, the cat was still unconscious but Courage was certain he'd been lucky enough to make it at the exactly right moment, where the pills hadn't gone in too deep. It was a miracle in any sense of the world. The dog groaned with strain as he focused the weight of the cat's neck on his small shoulders, by God was she heavy for such a lean cat, it seemed like he was crossing a desert instead of just a few feet. When he finally made it to the bedside, he awkwardly fixed the cat onto her bed, positioning her so she was lying on her side in case she had anything else to vomit.
Katya breathed softy, her red chest weakly expanding in and out, and her normally furious eyes had an air of calm as they laid closed. Courage gulped, she really was attractive when she wasn't trying to kill him. In this sleeping form, she was at her best; lean, soft, tender, beautiful even. It almost seemed like she wasn't a homicidal, killer spider housing, maniac. Just a beautiful young feline who had almost made a grave mistake and needed his help.
It was when she was like this that Courage found he could believe that she had spared him.
Courage looked to the side with a whine and rubbed his arm, he still needed to ask her about that. And after this Courage still didn't believe that Katya would happily give him an answer. She may look cute and harmless asleep, but awake? The claws may have been hidden behind a set of soft paws now, but it hadn't been that long since they had ripped through Courage's flesh.
Maybe it would do him best to leave now. He could call her an ambulance and just stay a couple hours until it arrived, by that point hopefully she'd still be asleep. They could offer her more help than Courage ever could.
Courage waddled to the phone by her bedside and dialled for 911. He kept his eye on Katya's form while he rang, watching her stir slightly.
A mechanically bored voice came through the receiver. "911, which service do you recquire?"
Courage turned from Katya absentmindedly, "Ambulance, please!"
The voice gave a moaning sound of understanding, "What's the reason?" Courage frowned, somebody needed to find a new job!
"I'm with a girl who's tried to-"
The line went dead. A harsh beep carrying an anti-climactic whine. Courage looked down in bewilderment, had the person hung up? No, not even a bored employee would do something like that. He looked over to the cable to see if it had come loose.
The cable was in two pieces, one hanging from the phone hopelessly while the plug cable lay on the ground, wires evident from a neat cut in the plastic.
A long claw was evident between them.
Courage gulped, not even needing to turn around to know he was in danger. A weak, but noticeably disgusted voice broke into his mind, "Do you think me that weak, dear boy?"
Katya laid on the bed, reaching out dangerously with a claw. Courage yipped in terror and took a few steps back. The scarlet feline stared at him, visibly annoyed, but her eyes were different from normal, they were dulled and hazy as she gazed over the dog.
"What are doing here? In my room?" The cat attempted to growl but it came out like a groan.
Courage gulped and tried to change the subject. "Are you okay?"
Katya's eyes narrowed, "Just fine. Now answer the question?"
"I-I wanted to ask y-you something." The dog tittered.
A brow raised. "You will get nothing desirable from me, mutt. Get out of here." She looked over the bandages on his chest and a sick grin appeared. "Or would you like those wounds to open up again?"
Katya made her best attempt to make the threat to sound genuine, but Courage could hear something in her tone, just for a moment, a small breath, that made it clear that Katya would do no such thing.
Suddenly, Courage didn't seem so afraid.
Courage gulped and took a step forward, almost missing the cat flinch slightly. "W-Why did you do it?"
Katya's eyes opened like plates for a split second but she soon took control of herself. "I assure you… I have not the slightest idea of what you're insinuating." It was such an obvious lie. "Leave now."
But Courage persisted, "Why did you l-let me g-go?"
Katya looked away from him in apparent disgust that horribly hid her panic. "I did no such thing. I simply let you suffer more." She whipped back with a fanged smirk, "Yes, that's right. Shooting you would have been too much of a service, yes, letting you fester back in your miserable Hell-Hole existence, allowing your wounds to continue giving you such a pain, leaving the trauma of that attack in your mind, that is my cruelty, that is me stepping closer and closer to breaking your spirit. If you live, it is only because I allow you to! I was simply reminding you of who's in p-" For a split second her face dropped, and her breath caught. "Power here!"
Everything in that speech was entirely Katya. The anger, the superiority, the articulacy, it all dripped with her natural cruelty. Her eyes burned, her fangs gleamed, her claws unsheathed and ready to strike. Courage should have been terrified. But that shake of breath, that one brief warble had seemed to reveal a layer of truth that was hidden behind the feral appearance of the cat. It made all her words crumble like bricks from a castle. Maybe it was suicidal, but Courage took another step closer and the cat once again twitched.
"You took me back home, even after all you did. Why?"
"I just told you, stupid dog!" The cat snarled, "It was a psychological tactic!"
"B-But it w-wasn't."
"Excuse me?" Katya demanded.
Courage rubbed his paws together nervously, he was taking a serious gamble here. "Th-That i-isn't you."
Katya scoffed, "Oh, so you understand me so well." The feline chuckled darkly, "Insolent pest, get this into that Neander thalian skull of yours! You have no idea who I am. You could never grasp what I've done in my time!"
Courage winced, "I can imagine actually. But…if you've done so many bad things, why did you do a good thing?"
"I ripped your flesh apart then left you to suffer, I do not believe that is a good thing."
"Y-You didn't kill me." Courage didn't notice it, but his words were getting braver.
Katya grimaced, but her stare remained deadly. "As I keep telling you, I-"
"I know. But…I don't believe you."
That was possibly the worst thing Courage could have possibly said to a murderous cat who was only led in life by her twisted moral values. But nothing happened. Katya's eyes widened in absolute shock, the cowardly mutt who she had nearly destroyed was actually standing up to her? And the worst thing, she couldn't think of a response.
No, that was a lie. She could think of an answer, but she would never accept it.
"I-Shut up!" The cat screamed, knowingly ruining any chance she had of regaining advantage in this debate. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted rid of this dog. "Get out of my motel this instant!" She turned away from him, unable to hide a weak groan as she held her stomach in discomfort.
Courage frowned, something was definitely wrong here. "I just want to know why?"
"I told you my reasons!" Katya moaned, "Get out!"
Courage stepped closer, "Tell me the truth."
"That is the damned truth!" Katya lied, unconsciously unsheathing her claws. "I'm warning you, get out of here!"
Courage was practically right next to her bed. Katya felt the bed strain as he leant on the fabric, her eyes jolted open with desperate fury. "Please, why didn't you k-"
Katya turned with incredible agility, her gaze burning with panic. "GET OUT OF HERE!" The claws were a knife that slapped across Courage's cheek. The dog yelped and fell back in pain. He placed his paw on the pattern of cuts that had reopened new wounds, blood welled up and trailed down the cheek like tears. He looked up at Katya, ready to run when he saw her advance towards him, no doubt prepared to finally finish the job.
Except she didn't. She stared at him with an open gape, unable to form words, she slowly looked down to her paw, where a fresh stain of blood drenched her claws crimson, and her paw fell limp, like her arm had shut down completely. Courage stared back, his muscles relaxing despite the pain. There was something in Katya's eyes, something that was causing her to break down, something that was unknown to the cat for so long. Courage's jaw could have dropped when he realised what it was.
The cat looked…remorseful.
Katya let out a tired moan and sank back onto her bed, gazing morosely to her ceiling. A paw came to her face and she rubbed her eyes in disgusted disbelief. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." She repeated the words like a Mantra, ignoring Courage as he walked back to her bedside. "Why you? Why did it have to be you? You've ruined me, dog. By the Lord, you've ruined me." She muttered despondently.
Courage didn't know what to say. He didn't feel scared or angry or hurt. He just looked at the villain and was overcome with a sense of sadness. He actually felt sorry for the cat that had torn another wound in his flesh. "I-I d-don't understand."
Katya let her face fall to meet his gaze, she looked at him narrowly. "No? Well, how could you, I suppose. I hardly understand it myself?" She mused despairingly.
"U-Understand what?"
Katya stared at him silently, her eyes dull and blank, looking over him with a rush of memories that would never be revealed to anyone. She looked back at the ceiling and sighed.
"Me. That's what?"
…
"You idiot." She rammed the gun against his head, knocking the dog unconscious against the bloody floor. His movements fell limp and the only source of life came from the weak rise of his chest. Katya looked over him with disgust, begging for those worthless owners, were those really meant to be his last words? How pathetic! Even at the end he still held on to that worthless sense of love he had for those weights on his shoulder, no wonder he was so weak willed.
So why did Katya still feel so damn empty?!
The boy was crimson and broken! She had left him begging, damaged, destroyed; the bane of her life, the primary nuisance in her days, the creature that had left her in the belly of a fucking shark! And yet she still felt absolutely no pleasure at all at his torture?!
Katya punched the unconscious dog in rage, he didn't even stir, and Katya still wasn't any more satisfied. That was it! This was getting ridiculous now! It was clear as day that her desires would only be reached once she put a bullet in the mutt's skull. His death was the only salvation for her mind.
The cat clicked her tongue and looked over the boy passively, he looked almost peaceful now, it was a far better death than he deserved, but she would not allow this nonsense to go on any more. For her own sake and sanity, the boy needed to be disposed of.
She placed the barrel against his head, her heart racing at the thought of finally reaching the pleasure she craved, just one twitch of her finger and all the normality of her twisted games would give her the joy they had before. That was it, just one spasm of a muscle.
The dog's face moved like a doll as Katya moved his face around with the barrel, she gulped and found herself surprised when she muttered a small prayer for the dog. That was far too much mercy, wasn't it? The dog didn't deserve mercy after all he'd done. What the hell was she thinking?
The gun was cocked wasn't it. Katya checked quickly, of course it was. Everything was ready. Soon it would finally come.
Of course, it would. It needed to.
Katya felt her heart in her mouth, her paw was beginning to shake. Why? It was clear. She'd thought the plan out, no one would suspect her, and if they did they'd soon be spider chow. She had no reason to worry.
Or was she worried for…
Katya slapped herself, this was preposterous. She wasn't in her right mind. She hadn't felt anything when beating the boy to death, who was to say killing him would bring anything else. It was an impossible situation!
Wait. Had she actually just thought that?!
No, his death needed to bring something. He was the creature she hated most in the miserable universe. Right? His death had to bring her some satisfaction! If it didn't, then she'd certainly never get that sense from anyone…
She wanted him to die, right? His death would bring pleasure, right? She was lost if she was wrong.
But nothing was in her chest as her finger trembled on the trigger, well, no, actually something did, something forgotten and weak, something that made her stomach sink. Almost…
Oh God.
Oh God above no.
The boy did not have this much power over her. She was still somebody once she killed him right, she had not simply been designed as his enemy, she had to have a purpose after he died. If she killed him, and nothing happened. Where did that leave her? Was she to simply walk the Earth and never feel pleasure again, was that to be her existence? No, that could not be her fate. Something had to come for her, something gratifying had to be in store! This mere drooling, foolish, flea ridden dog could not be her only reason for existing!
…She needed to get rid of him.
After she'd dumped the dog back with his idiot owners, Katya had spent the next few days at her motel, desperate to get a hold of herself.
The first day had been a flurry of fury. Half the rooms in the motel had been trashed and broken. Every single excuse racing through her mind. She'd made sure that the gun had secretly been jammed when she'd sent a bullet into the heart of a greasy moron looking for a room. Still no satisfaction. She'd ripped the body apart herself, leaving her spiders with a slap of meat that already had the bones separated from the flesh.
The next day she'd spent mostly in bed, allowing her spiders to crawl around the motel themselves and hunt on their own. Katya stayed in her bed, staring at the ceiling, ignoring the screams of the new customers as they were slowly picked off one by one. She'd come to terms with how she'd get no more satisfaction there from her own bed. What was her reason anymore? Not even the dog could bring her anything. She was stuck in this everlasting vortex for as long as she lived. Katya mused over this fact in the darkness until the next day. At that point she'd decided to reach for the medicine cabinet. The only person in control of Katya was herself, she would not allow this dog to be the judge of whether her breaths were even worth the effort.
She'd die first.
…
"I will not be a victim to this. I refuse to live under your influence." Katya said blankly, "It was infuriating enough before, but you were actually foolish enough to bother to prevent my death. Do you not realise your kindness is an insult to me?" The cat whined, rubbing her face in exhaustion.
Courage just couldn't understand her logic. It was twisted in ways that only Katya could grasp, "I-I just don't want you to die."
Katya looked to him with a sneer, "Another example of your stupidity. I tore you to pieces, dog, it is beyond nature that you would even think of helping me. By God, the mere thought of being pathetic enough to sink to the levels of requiring your aid." The feline cringed and sank her head back down with a sigh.
"I was only trying to help?" Courage said sadly.
Katya grunted, "Help? You think I need such a thing?"
"Well…yeah…" She probably would have died if he hadn't.
Katya shook she head, her whiskers flailing down her sharp nose. "Why would you even want to help me? I have tried to kill you multiple times, I ripped you limb from limb, turned you into a helicopter, nearly shoved one of my darlings down your throat, left you and those stupid owners of yours to drown in a submarine." Katya became more and more agitated as she listed her endeavours, she'd done so much to him and hadn't regretted a thing. "You hate me, why would you want to help me?"
Courage rubbed his paws together and looked to Katya gently, taking a small step towards her. "I don't hate you." He said, meaning every word. "I don't hate anyone." Yes, Katya had beat him, insulted him and had always tried to kill him. But he didn't hate her. That wasn't in his nature. If he could forgive the owner who insulted him daily and had once called Katya and his other foes to kill him, he could find a way to forgive Katya.
Katya didn't turn to him, instead just keeping her gaze on the thin air surrounding her. A tight rush of air left her nose, "You really are stupid." She murmured. "You can't help me, dog, just leave already." She said it without malice or anger, it just sounded lonely.
Suddenly, Katya didn't seem so scary anymore.
"No." Courage said, jumping on her bed and sitting next to her still form. "I'm not leaving."
Katya tried her best not to look at him, in hopes he would just go away. Every minute he spent with her was a reminder of her weakness, informing her that she would never regain the pleasure of another's pain if she felt guilt at the pain of her worst enemy. Or was he even that?
Her eyes found the fresh scars she'd inflicted on his cheek and a twist came to her stomach, she sat up and sighed, the unwelcome sympathy clouding her mind. Why couldn't she just take joy in the dog's suffering? Why did she need to feel…bad about a small scratch?
She didn't know why, but she did.
Katya glanced down at the dog and watched as blood trickled from the wound. She shook her head and beckoned him closer. "Does it hurt?" She said, gesturing to the marks of her claws.
Courage lightly touched the wound as he sat beside the cat. "It stings a little, but I've had worse." He smiled sheepishly up at her. Katya didn't smile back, but she did explore through her bedside drawer and pulled out a small paper cloth.
"Here." She said, dabbing the wound over with the cloth. Courage unintentionally blushed at the contact, Katya being gentle was not something he was used to, but he couldn't help but notice the genuine softness of Katya's fur as she dabbed the wound.
Katya noticed Courage blush and froze. "Everything alright, dear boy?" Courage nodded frantically and tried to laugh the situation off, but Katya's interest was gained. The idea that the dog was blushing because of her filled the cat with a sense of power. She felt in control over the dog again. It was almost satis-
Katya blinked once, twice, thrice.
It had come.
Did she? It had been so long since… All this time, had she actually?
She didn't know. But maybe she could make it come again.
Katya dropped the cloth and placed a paw under Courage's chin, gently bringing his bewildered face to meet hers. A rush of blood went to Courage's cheeks at the softness in Katya's actions. The cat leant closer to him, a sultry look in her eyes.
"Courage…" The dog shivered as the cat said his name for the first time, but not in a way he was used to. Katya came closer to his cheek. "Stay still."
It came off like an order, but it almost sounded like pleading.
Either way, Courage obeyed. His heart raced as Katya came closer and closer, he felt her warm breath on the wound and heard the icy rattle of her breaths. It was crazy but Courage didn't even think on stopping her, he saw no reason to, he…trusted her.
Then something came on the wound, something warm and wet that slid over the wound. Courage felt his heart stop, she was licking him! Her tongue lightly stroked his fur, lapping up the droplets of blood that lingered on the wound. The feeling was rough, it was a cat after all, but surprisingly nice, it felt comforting and awoke a sensation that pulsed in Courage's abdomen. Katya gasped at the taste, it was still the metallic, bitter taste she was used to. But, oh, the shivers it sent across her spine, the way it made every hair on her body stand on an end.
This was new. This was something she missed.
Katya pulled away with a tempting gaze, her eyes fluttering like a butterfly's wings. Then she looked down at something that caught her eye, something that had slowly emerged from Courage's body. Courage whined and looked away in despaired embarrassment, ignoring the grin that came to Katya's face.
"Well, that's charming isn't it?" The cat smirked, "Are you that easy, my dear?" He was much longer than he deserved, especially when you looked against the small structure of his body. What was such a specimen doing on such an animal?!
Courage gulped and only smiled weakly in response.
Katya kept staring downing at Courage's cock, throbbing and red and untouched, and a wild, crazy, but perhaps wonderful idea sprouted in her mind.
"Courage," Katya said, placing a sot paw over his cheek and leaning down to meet his eyes. "You said you wanted to help me?"
The dog blinked nervously but nodded.
Katya craned her head, glancing at his shaft. "Well, there may be a way that you could do so. So, I will offer an experiment, and if the act becomes too uncomfortable, just say and I will stop immediately." She may have been desperate, but there were some crimes that not even Katya would stoop so low to perform. She had her own moral standards, believe it or not.
Courage moaned in his throat, a natural worry still in his heart. He didn't completely trust Katya yet, but he still wanted to help her. "W-Will it hurt?"
Katya chuckled at something Courage didn't understand, "It shouldn't. But, if you don't like it, I promise I will cease." She promised gently.
Courage looked at Katya, saw the pleading in her eyes, but also the genuine promise. She really did mean what she said? It was a suicidal gamble, at worst, but it was one Courage needed to take. He wanted to help Katya. So, he nodded with a smile. "Okay."
A beam rose on Katya's face, conniving and excited, but still positive nonetheless. The cat leant down, her warm breath against Courage's neck and she began to lick him again. No, wait, k-kissing him! All over. Gentle pecks that suckled all over Courage's body, her tongue lolling in circles around his shoulder blades, wetly tickling the tender skin. Courage surged and felt a funny feeling sink in his stomach, heavy and exhausting, but all too pleasurable. Katya's lips descended down Courage's belly, taking in every sweet taste with a great deal of time. She felt it coming, it was beginning to crackle in her stomach like a bolt of lightning.
Her kisses found the fur above his groin, and suddenly an unimaginable scent found Katya, she let out a shivered breath as her eyes focused on the throbbing red meat that sprung up, begging for Katya's lips to envelop it. She obliged without effort. Oh, the taste. The taste was indescribable, hot and slimy and pulsing with every lap of Katya's tongue. She went down until her lips were on his fur and she felt him at the back of her throat, then she slowly traced her lips up allowing her to take in every part of his manhood. She repeated this pattern a number of times, her pace increasing when her ears took note of Courage's exasperated moans.
The feeling was a monster to the dog. Never had he ever felt anything like this! This was incredible! The feeling in his groin was beginning to build as Katya enveloped his cock more and more, his shaft was beginning to pulse and her felt something threaten to burst. He grit his teeth and groaned as a flush of cum spilled from his dick and splattered on the Cat's tongue. Courage looked to her in fright when her felt her stop, afraid that he had done something wrong. But the way Katya looked back at him…he had never seen her so relaxed.
It had finally come for her. It had finally returned.
Katya gulped his seed down and gasped in disbelieving pleasure. The dog had done it. He'd actually done it. And by God did he taste good.
She wanted more, she wanted all of the relief and satisfactions she'd been craving, but most of all, she wanted him!
Katya looked to him, "Was that okay? Or do you wish to stop?" If Courage wasn't comfortable, she could calm herself. The dog nodded feverishly with a pant from his wide smile. The feline smirked and moved herself onto her back, looking over he chest to the dog with a lustful grin. It was his turn now! Let's see how much he could bring from her!
Courage's eyes widened in confusion, his jaw dropping when he saw the cat's legs open and her pink cunt began to pulse in open view, wet and ready for him. "Uh-I-I-I…"
"Trust me, my dear, it's easy. Just come over here." Katya whispered sensually, her finger wagging him over. She began to stroke herself, motioning in a way that she hoped would teach the dog just the right way to do it. The dog nervously obeyed, crawling over the bed to where her throbbing lips began to pound in anticipation. He inhaled deeply, his sharp nose able to take in every luscious whiff of her scent, he groaned in pleasure and he looked up to Katya for guidance. The cat's eyes began to flutter and a milky smile wondered across her muzzle. "Lap me up, Courage."
The dog took her in marvellously, his tongue tracing across her walls and sliding into crevices Katya forgot existed, it'd been so long since anyone, even her, had explored her like this, never mind to this extent. The pleasure filled Katya's every being, and the cat relished every moment of it, she needed this, she needed him! The feline vibrated with every lap of the dog's tongue, almost crying out when she felt him stroke the pearl of her clitoris. He was the lighting, she was the water, he sent every particle of his desire across her and it made her shake. The cat wouldn't moan yet though, she still had appearances to keep, when she finally came across she grunted and gasped, but she didn't moan.
The dog would have to work harder if he wanted that.
Courage came up with a gasping grin, his face matted with her juices. "Good boy…" Katya breathed, sitting up once the tension in her stomach had stopped. She sent a paw around his ear, scratching in a spot that made Courage moan in delight. Katya smirked and scratched with more ferocity, sending the boy back onto his back with joy, his cock was still there, practically begging for more.
Oh, she was gonna let him have it.
Katya lept on the dog, her paws paddling into his tender flesh, teasing him as she leant down and gently chewed on the dog's shoulder. Her fangs prodded and bit lightly on the dog, making him moan, Katya grabbed one of his paws and placed it on her breast. "Rub." She ordered. Courage, slightly fearful but much more excited, began to croon Katya's breast, his fingers rubbing the flesh that lay underneath the velvet felt mound of her fur. Katya hummed in joy and began to position herself until her knees were at the dog's side, and her cunt was perched over the dog's throbbing cock. She descended upon him graciously, the pair gasping as Katya's walls enveloped Courage's manhood. This was the peak of it all, this was the peak for them both, a momentum of pleasure they had never felt before in their lives.
Katya looked down at the dog with silent wonder. The dog that had once been the one collection of misery and fury in her life was now the being that had brought back her natural feeling. Allowed it to come. Allowed her to come.
By the Lord above, she was actually moaning.
With every drop of her hips onto the dog's pulsing cock, a sensual whine left her lips. It was a weakness few had ever witnessed; this dog didn't know how lucky he was. Courage could scarcely believe it, but he was far too interested in the build up of pressure about to erupt. Katya could feel it as well, could sense her walls straining. It was dangerous, crazy, maybe unnatural, but damned if she cared. If she was going down, she was going all the way.
They both peaked simultaneously with a cry of pleasure, Courage's seed painting her vagina as she tightened around his shaft, a torrent of cum threatening to spill onto her legs and Courage's chest. They both panted and shook, Katya only just stopping herself from collapsing by resting her hands onto the bed. She panted and gazed down at the dog, he was beside himself, about ready to sink into the duvet entirely as a thin line of drool escaped over his lips, oddly enough not disgusting Katya as much as she would have thought. A smile graced her lips, this dog was an imbecile, but every part of him seemed perfectly imperfect. Every part…
Courage's cock began to limpen, allowing Katya to part from the knot and collapse next to the dog. She had never felt anything like that, she grasped her chest, still electric from the touch of the dog. How? How had this mutt ever managed to bring her to this point? It went against everything Katya had stood for!
But, strangely, Katya didn't give a shit. Because this dog had brought her…desire again. Allowed her a moment to escape from the empty void that was life. He truly did have a purpose, and it meant everything to her.
So…Did she…
Honestly she didn't even know.
Was this just a one time thing? Having luscious sex with her enemy? Was that all it was? Or could it be…
Katya knew what it was to her.
Katya shivered, "C-Courage…" She would say it. He deserved it after everything he'd done. She sucked down whatever of her past pride she had and turned to the dog, "I-"
The dog was asleep, snoring softly as he drooled all the more, totally oblivious to the woman.
Katya felt shock, then anger, then humour, and then contentment.
Such contentment.
The cat allowed the exhaustion to come to her. Whatever she wanted to say could wait. It didn't matter here. All that mattered was the whole feeling that sunk into her stomach.
Whole completion. Satisfaction.
She covered the dog with a duvet and smirked as she lay down with her head on her arms. "What an infuriatingly good boy."
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PuzzleMaster1998 asked for a FemaleKatz x Courage story. I have told it. Enough.
By God, this was such a mess. I'm so sorry.
Courage the Cowardly Dog is owned by Cartoon Network.