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The Brain Behind The Mask	By : xandermartin98 Category: +1 through F > Courage the Cowardly Dog Views: 924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
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After Courage (or, to be more specific, Courage’s astral body) finally reached the aforementioned and extremely accurate-to-what-had-originally-happened-during-the-actual-event “Kitty and Bunny being assaulted by Mad Dog and his goons” nightmare that Mr. RIBS (in other words, Kitty’s brain) had rather-fascinatingly sent him into, he (Courage) immediately and extremely-quickly began to realize that his own mind had somehow just entered (and therefore taken control of) the body of one of exactly two of Mad Dog’s equally canine and surly goons (the one that was following the “leader” that the other one was serving as for him, to be more precise) as the two of them growlingly and teeth-baringly navigated their way through the “abandoned” old apartment building that Mad Dog far-too-clearly was using as his hideout (or, at least, one OF his hideouts). Rather-noticeably, however, the non-Courage-possessed one of said goons (Cowern) actually was genuinely angry while the actually-Courage-possessed one of them (Currel) was mostly just making himself look angry as his way of hiding how extremely scared he actually was.
“Um...p-pardon my asking, b-b-but exactly WHY are we doing this right now?” Currel rapidly glanced back and forth around himself and increasingly-worriedly asked Cowern as the two of them began very-hastily climbing the stairs that presumably led to Kitty’s/Mad Dog’s room.
“Hey, pal; as long as we’re getting properly paid for it, don’t question it!” Cowern irritatedly hissed at Currel (despite the fact that neither of them actually were getting “properly paid” for how extremely dangerous their job was) as the two of them alarmingly-quickly reached the apartment building’s top floor.
“Alright; WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL is going on in here?!” Currel “angrily” (in other words, actually-horrifiedly) yelled as he used his left foot to kick the front door of Mad Dog’s apartment open in a remarkably badass-looking-and-feeling way...only to find Mad Dog repeatedly kicking a helplessly “curled up on the floor” and surprisingly still-fully-mask-and-white-robe-outfitted Kitty right in her scrawny little chest while the completely naked (and afraid) Bunny got down onto her hands and knees and cryingly begged for him to stop doing so with all of her might, naturally enough.
“This is what you get for being Bunny’s girlfriend despite the fact that Bunny clearly belongs to ME!” Mad Dog ferociously roared at Kitty as he forcibly ripped and threw said cat’s clothes off before then proceeding to toss his own clothes off and therefore reveal his gorgeously muscular body while also even-more-completely exposing his deliciously big-and-juicy-looking penis in the process. As much as Currel (in other words, Courage) didn’t want to admit it, Mad Dog’s physical appearance was seriously turning him on despite what the absolute monster was using it for.
“Uh...BOSS? Are you okay? Like, mentally?” Currel and Cowern both horrifiedly asked Mad Dog as they watched him face-to-facely shove his penis straight up Kitty’s vagina (without even using any type/sort of “birth control” protection whatsoever, no less) while also “hugging” her tightly enough to quite-nearly crush her ribcage in the process. Surely enough, Currel was quite-intensely blushing and also increasingly-desperately struggling to resist his rapidly growing urge to shove his right hand onto his completely exposed and also-rapidly growing boner and then immediately start stroking said boner to his heart’s content (just like Mad Dog himself, his goons apparently also did not wear any legwear).
“Hmm...you know what? You’ve got the right idea, pal!” Cowern sadistically laughed as he actually did shove his right hand onto his OWN rapidly growing and completely exposed boner and then immediately start stroking said boner to his heart’s content while Mad Dog was busy forcing Kitty to suck HIS penis so hard that she ended up profusely vomiting all over both it and the floor of his apartment (and then, of course, getting her entire head violently slammed into the huge vomit puddle that she had just made by him...more-specifically his bare hands) as a result.
“AHHHHHHHH…” Cowern orgasmically and heart-eyedly moaned, gleefully finishing his masturbation session and shooting several remarkably long and thick ropes of semen from his penis in the process as Mad Dog pinned Kitty face-uply down onto the floor of his apartment using his knees before then proceeding to repeatedly and savagely punch her right in her head until she had too much brain damage to even be able to see the difference between good dogs and bad ones anymore. Meanwhile, Currel quite-frankly lacked the proper level of English knowledge to even be able to find the proper words for describing how utterly horrified and disgusted he was by the way in which Mad Dog was treating Kitty (or the way in which he was treating Bunny, for that matter).
“So long, you fucking lesbian HOME-WRECKER!” Mad Dog indignantly sneered at Kitty as he painfully-tightly grabbed her by her tail using both of his hands, smashed her back and forth against the floor and walls of his apartment several times, and then incredibly-rapidly swung her around and around in quite a few circles before THEN superhumanly-forcefully throwing her right through (yes, THROUGH) the main “exit” window of his apartment, causing her to fall no less than three stories onto the bare and rocky ground that surrounded his apartment building (and also receive numerous “glass cuts”) in the process. Meanwhile, Bunny extremely-reluctantly got back up onto her feet and then rather-amusingly joined Currel and Cowern in the act of speechlessly staring at Mad Dog and very-intensely shuddering from the mere sight of what said utterly degenerate asshole had just done to her girlfriend (her girlfriend that HE had forced away from her, to be more exact).
“Bunny, we really are terribly sorry about having to do this, but at this point, who even freaking KNOWS what Mad Dog might do to us if we disobey his orders?” Currel rather-shifty-eyedly and audibly-tremblingly whispered into Bunny’s left ear, causing said rabbit to extremely-depressedly nod her head and sigh in response. Meanwhile, Mad Dog and Cowern were both lecherously drooling and panting and increasingly-arousedly moaning “OH, YEAH; COME TO PAPA, BABY” in her general direction, with Mad Dog even going as far as to extremely-intimidatingly approach her and give her astoundingly creepy “tit-squeezing” gestures using his hands as he did so.
“Alright, boys; now that I’ve got Bunny’s pussy deliciously wide-open AND exactly where I want it, which one of you two wants to shove his dick into her baby maker first?” Mad Dog very-painfully-tightly “hugged” Bunny from behind and sadistically-grinningly asked Cowern and Currel while the two of them extremely shocked-lookingly looked over at each other and went “UHHHHHH” in response. Meanwhile, the intensely crying and sobbing Bunny had been rendered so completely helpless and emotionally devastated that Mad Dog’s complete lack of actual sympathy or respect for her was quite-frankly beginning to make him seem quite-LITERALLY heartless.
“OH, DEAR GOD; I LITERALLY CANNOT EVEN FREAKING TAKE THIS ANYMORE! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY; PLEASE LET ME OUT OF THIS FREAKING NIGHTMARE! PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE!” Courage’s Courage-shaped soul suddenly flew out of Currel’s body and began downright-maniacally screaming/shrieking at the top of its “lungs” as Currel and Cowern extremely-self-despisingly threw THEIR clothes off and then rather-alarmingly quickly (and intensely) began following Mad Dog’s “rape Bunny” command as if he was literally going to kill them if they didn’t (probably because he WAS).
“LET ME OUT OF HERE; I’M FREAKING BEGGING YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUUUUU-” Courage’s aforementioned soul flew all the way into the outermost edge of the part/product of Kitty’s mind that it was in and then immediately continued maniacally yelling as it ever-so-frantically began knocking on the aforementioned outermost “wall” of the dream that it was trapped in using its suddenly human fists (meanwhile, Courage’s actual body was horrifiedly screaming and shaking in its seat while Kitty was tormentedly tossing and turning on her bed). Surely enough, however, Courage’s screaming ended up being rather-abruptly cut off by Mr. RIBS.
“GYAAAAAAH!” Kitty and Courage both loudly screamed as they were finally woken from what had rather-quickly turned into THEIR nightmare due to Mr. RIBS removing Courage’s “dream-entering” helmet. Thankfully, even Mr. RIBS (despite literally being a machine) could very-clearly tell when someone who was as pure-hearted as Courage incredibly-convincingly pretended to be needed to stop being tortured (which had become rather-weirdly unlike Kitty herself, just for the record).
“You see, THIS is why you need to stop invading the privacy of other people so much and so shamelessly!” Mr. RIBS bitterly sneered at Courage as he used the mechanical tentacle arms that he had been storing in his glove box to quickly-yet-carefully place the “dream-entering” helmet that he had just forcefully yanked off of Courage’s head using said arms into said glove box for safe-keeping (not to mention Courage’s own good). Rather-understandably, Courage placed his hands onto his hips and went “HMPH” in response.
“Let me guess; you snuck into one of my recurring nightmares about Mad Dog and then saw what he did to me when I tried to steal Bunny back from him while you were in said dream?” Kitty rubbed her mask’s eyes with her hands and tiredly, groaningly asked Courage as she sat atop her new “attic bed” in the exact same way in which she had sat atop it in this story’s previous chapter.
“Well, yeah…” Courage shrugged his shoulders, regretfully leaned forward, grabbed Kitty’s “Inner Voice” microphone yet again using his suddenly human right hand, and then very-depressedly sighed into said microphone, intensely blushing as he did so. Meanwhile, Mr. RIBS ever-so-spitefully laughed at him (while Kitty thought “you poor canine thing” to herself) in response.
“...and I must say, even if you DO have the ability to pretty-much-instantly recover from physical injuries, what he did to you is absolutely unforgivable indeed! In fact, dare I say it, I think that you should probably go back over to that crappy old apartment building of his and beat HIM up as punishment...assuming that he and his bodyguards don’t use GUNS, at least!” Courage placed his left hand onto his left hip and rather-impressively-assertively explained/suggested to Kitty, who surprisingly-agreeingly nodded her head in response.
“They don’t...not in the type of situation that you’re talking about, at least...despite the fact that they are incredibly average low-life gangsters, they apparently consider themselves ‘too classy’ to actually use guns outside of armed robberies and the like, even though the actual Mad Dog and the fellow thugs of his that he has hired as security guards for his current hideout are a group that quite-literally contains only THREE god-damned people and rather-clearly will continue to do so until he sends some kind of phone call and/or text message to my cell phone in order to ‘honorably’ tell me otherwise…freaking pretentious hypocrites…” Kitty rested her “face” on her hands and boredly explained to Courage, who suddenly began to rather-devilishly grin from ear to ear in response. To say the least, Courage definitely was about to (or at least planning to) majorly prove that he was NOT as pure-hearted and innocent as (and also was considerably more perverted than) he seemed to be.
“Hey, WAIT a minute; where on Earth do you even KEEP your cell phone at times like this one if you aren’t actually wearing any clothing beneath that robe of yours?” Courage curiously scratched his head using his left hand and rather-confusedly asked Kitty, not quite being sure whether or not he actually wanted to know what the answer to said question was as he did so. Surely enough, he didn’t.
“Oh, come on; haven’t you ever heard of practically-infinite-storage-space-containing SKIN pockets?” Kitty threw her arms out beside herself and chucklingly asked Courage. Meanwhile, said dog disgustedly and rather-hypocritically stuck his tongue out and went “BLEAUGH” in response.
“Well, anyway, I know that you are a woman and also a rather gay one, but during the time that I’ve spent with you, you’ve definitely proven that you are more than capable of being QUITE a bit more manly than I am, so why not try giving said manliness an actually respectable purpose?” Courage shrugged his shoulders and incredibly-smug-soundingly explained/suggested to Kitty, causing Kitty to rather-annoyedly roll her eyes and mutter “not this again” to herself in response.
“Ignoring the fact that you just called me ‘gay’, WHAT is even-REMOTELY respectable about the idea of me defeating a bunch of pseudo-elite common crooks who care about practically NOTHING except for money, hookers, brute strength and themselves by essentially stooping to their level?” Kitty threw her arms out beside herself and rather-frustratedly asked Courage, actually making an extremely valid point as she did so. Courage, however, rather-understandably did NOT want to hear ANY of Kitty’s moralistic preaching (or any of her usages of the word “hypocrite”, for that matter) after the utterly horrific things that SHE had done to HIM just because he was a dog.
“Oh, I don’t know; why don’t YOU try telling ME what is even-remotely fucking FAIR about you BRUTALLY beating me, literally crushing me with your feet as if I am a fucking INSECT, attempting to fucking EAT me, THEN forcing me to GO INTO ONE OF YOUR EAR CANALS AND EAT THE FUCKING WAX OUT OF IT, JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE MY FUCKING SPECIES?!” Courage rather-smugly placed his left hand onto his chest (while also closing his eyes as he did so, no less) and increasingly-indignantly began asking Kitty before then incredibly-suddenly completely snapping and downright-furiously screaming at her while extremely-tightly holding her “Inner Voice” microphone using both of his suddenly human hands. Surely enough, Kitty understood why Courage was so immensely angry about what she had done to him (not to mention how much she had utterly humiliated him in the process) so much that she barely-even-slightly was actually startled by said very-truly incredibly sudden outburst of his.
“Well, nothing, I suppose...but still, calling what you’re probably about to make me do by taking control of my brain as we speak ‘a good way to convey this episode’s intended message about what happens when men have too much control over women’ is just a plain old bald-faced LIE! In fact, it’s almost as much of one as Muriel saying that she somehow ISN’T a total ‘fat idiot’, or Eustace denying how much of a stereotypical ‘grumpy old man’ he is, or TV Tropes calling itself a good and respectable website!” Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and somewhat-aggravatedly explained to Courage, even going as far as to ridiculously-blatantly break the fourth wall as she did so. Predictably enough, however, Courage didn’t care at ALL.
“Hmph...let’s see how good of a message-conveying method me taking control of your body and then turning you into a literal killing/raping machine turns out to be when it ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENS, shall we?” Courage incredibly-mockingly explained to Kitty, maliciously cackling in the process as Mr. RIBS suddenly shot out an inexplicably adjustable-sized “mind-controlling” helmet (that was connected to yet another giant mechanical tentacle) from his glove box before then immediately plopping said helmet right onto Courage’s head and therefore causing Kitty’s eyes (including the ones on her mask) to suddenly become remarkably anime-esque hypnosis/dizziness swirls as Courage indeed gained complete control of/over her body.
“UGH...the THINGS I do for love!” Kitty groaned in a voice that sounded eerily similar to Courage’s as she immediately leapt off of her bed, walked out of the attic, stole Eustace’s truck keys from their “secret” storage drawer in the house’s kitchen, then finally exited the house itself through its front door so that she could then proceed to...ahem…”borrow” Eustace’s truck for a good old-fashioned (literal) midnight drive. Eustace himself, however, was rather-clearly not amused when he realized that she was doing so.
“HEY! What in the hell are you doing with my freaking TRUCK, woman?!” Eustace (after walking out onto his front “lawn”) pajama-wearingly shook his right fist at Kitty and very-angrily yelled at her as she immediately drove said truck onto the nearest road without another word. Thankfully, Kitty’s (in other words, Courage’s) automotive journey through the astonishingly desolate “scenic” roads of Nowhere went remarkably smoothly (despite the fact that Eustace’s truck was downright-painfully slow and also felt as if it was going to quite-possibly-literally break down before the night was even over, of course)...until she suddenly (quite-nearly) ran into a freakishly stereotypical (and freakishly skinny) Chinese “nouveau riche” douchebag who called himself Di Lung (Big Dragon) and drove a red vintage Corvette hot rod...due to him using a T intersection as an excuse for him to park his car quite-nearly all the way across the road that she was busy driving down, no less!
“HOLY CRAP!” Kitty resoundingly screamed in terror (despite how incredibly emotionless the face on her mask was) as she loudly, very-forcefully and VERY-human-footedly stepped on the brakes of “her” truck, causing said vehicle to ridiculously-suddenly come to a screeching halt right in front of Di Lung’s absurdly cool-and-expensive-looking car while said stereotypical Asian douchebag was busy wearing also-absurdly-cool-and-expensive-looking sunglasses (AND blasting incredibly loud and obnoxious music through his car’s speakers) at freaking MIDNIGHT. Surely enough, however, how utterly annoying he LOOKED was merely “the tip of the iceberg” when compared to how utterly annoying he actually WAS, as he far-too-quickly proved with what he said to her right after nearly causing her to crash “her” truck directly into his car.
“Watch where you’re GOING, ya FOOL!” Di Lung loudly, rudely and INCREDIBLY-hypocritically yelled at Kitty, extending his left fist directly toward her (and then flipping his left middle finger at her) just to show off his engagement ring (and also generally be an arrogant dick) as he did so. Meanwhile, a DELIVERY truck almost ran into his car while approaching it from behind him, due to the fact that his car was indeed blocking both lanes of the road that he had parked it across.
“Watch where YOU’RE fucking going, ‘ya’ PRICK!” the extremely dark-skinned, muscular and large-chinned driver of the aforementioned delivery truck that had just quite-nearly crashed into Di Lung’s car flipped his own left middle finger at him (while honking said truck’s “steering wheel horn” with his right hand) and extremely-irritatedly yelled at him while Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and disbelievingly nodded in agreement. Needless to say, none of these three characters were even-remotely happy about being in this situation.
“Watch what YOU’RE fucking SAYING, ya N*****!” Di Lung flipped his right middle finger at the delivery truck’s clearly black driver and furiously yelled at him due to being completely unable to tolerate being non-jokingly insulted by anyone else. To say the LEAST, said truck driver was NOT amused.
“WHAT did you just fucking say to me, you zipper-headed son of a BITCH? COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU GOD-DAMNED COCK-SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!” the delivery truck’s driver increasingly-furiously yelled (and then screamed) at Di Lung as said living East Asian stereotype caricature immediately performed a downright-ludicrously sloppy “90-degree” turn and then began incredibly-rapidly driving his car straight down the left lane (from Kitty’s perspective, at least) of the road that he had just parked his car across while the delivery truck’s driver droolingly-angrily pursued said “zipper-headed son of a bitch” using...well, his delivery truck, of course.
“WELL...that certainly was SOMETHING, I suppose…” Kitty exhaustedly groaned as she very-carefully looked around herself in order to make sure that nothing else was about to suddenly happen/appear out of nowhere as part of some kind of incredibly stupid and pointless running gag before then proceeding to rather-forcefully step on “her” truck’s gas pedal (in yet another rather-blatantly fetishistic-looking “pedal pumping” human foot shot that quite-frankly looked as if it had been ripped straight out of a Quentin Tarantino movie, no less) and immediately (not to mention wordlessly and seemingly-emotionlessly) begin driving “her” truck the rest of the way over to the very-truly old and crappy apartment building in which her girlfriend (Bunny) was “living” as Mad Dog’s girlfriend/hostage/slave.
“Well...here goes nothing, I suppose!” Kitty somewhat-worriedly chuckled as she finally arrived at Mad Dog’s apartment building before then immediately turning “her” truck off (after parking it right behind a rather-conveniently placed stack of exactly two incredibly old and rusty wrecked cars, of course) and stepping out of it. Right when she was just about to enter said building itself, however, she rather-predictably began to hear the footsteps of (presumably) the exact same extremely mean-looking pair of Mad Dog’s minions that Courage had previously seen in one of her nightmares. Worse yet, judging by the extremely loud and un-necessary warning shots that the two of them fired as they made their way down to the building’s first floor, they also had guns...shotguns, to be exact, due to the fact that they apparently considered themselves to be too “above” normal criminals to just use assault rifles and/or tommy guns like how THEY did. Needless to say, their extremely poor weapon choice was about to become a rather huge part of the cause of their defeat.
“Hmm...you know, I’m not quite sure how well this trick would work in the actual human world, but it seems to work pretty damned well in the cartoon one!” Kitty chucklingly whispered to the show’s viewers as she incredibly-quickly-and-quietly snuck her way over to the aforementioned old and rusty wrecked cars that she had just parked “her” truck incredibly close to and then immediately (and also-incredibly-quietly) began hiding inside the “bottom one” of them while Cowern and Currel were busy thinking that they were “too cool” (and Mad Dog was too busy delivering “kind” words to Bunny in his room) to actually bother to properly look through the building’s windows in order to see what was going on outside the building before it was too late. Naturally, however, such a tactic probably wouldn’t have been able to save them from the sheer unbridled wrath of the possessed-by-Courage Kitty that they were dealing with anyway...especially when you consider how dark it was outside, which was something that Mad Dog and his minions had especially-poorly prepared themselves for by not actually surrounding the building with anything that was even particularly related to street lights...not counting the aforementioned wrecked cars that were in front of it (needless to say, none of their lights even worked anymore) and the alarmingly large and numerous industrial smoke stacks that were behind it, at least.
“Alright; WHO just parked his/her vehicle here?! It had BETTER not have been Kit-” Cowern began angrily growling as he and a non-possessed-by-Courage Currel finally finished stomping their way down the apartment building’s main stairway and then rapidly began approaching said building’s front door while Kitty was busy surprisingly-effectively-hiddenly channeling a combination of her own sheer hatred of the types of dogs that Mad Dog and his goons were and Courage’s into her mask. Surely enough, before Cowern and Currel even did actually know who they were dealing with, Kitty had already remarkably-Whack-a-Mole-ishly popped out from behind the basically non-existent front window of the wrecked car that she had been hiding in and then fired not one but TWO downright-absurdly powerful and already-fully-charged “heat vision” laser beams (one for each of their shotguns, of course) at the two of them using her mask’s eyes at basically the EXACT second during which the two of them exited the building through its aforementioned front door.
“NOOOOOO! Our BEAUTIFUL guns have been DESTROYED!” Cowern and Currell horrifiedly screamed and cried as their shotguns COMPLETELY melted into useless mockeries of their original selves...which, of course, was immediately followed by THEM doing basically the exact same thing.
“YOU’VE(!) KILLED US!” Cowern and Currel blood-curdlingly screamed in pain as Kitty’s aforementioned “heat vision” laser beams melted their BODIES into extremely literal piles of bones, blood, and ash/dust particles while Kitty (in other words, Courage) sadistically grinned from ear to ear in response.
“GOOD.” Kitty remarkably-coldly said to the remains of Cowern and Currel as she jumped back out of the wrecked car that she had been hiding in and then immediately began sprinting her way into/through the front doorway of the building itself, channeling her (and Courage’s) sheer hatred of Mad Dog himself into her body and therefore gaining far-beyond-incredibly superhuman strength that made absolutely NO sense for someone who was as comically skinny and wimpy-looking as she was to have as she did so. Meanwhile, Mad Dog was already getting himself ready for what he unfortunately WAS actually smart enough to recognize as the toughest upcoming fight of his entire life when he smelled it (to be more specific, when he smelled the extremely large amount of smoke that Kitty’s ears were shooting out of themselves due to her own sheer anger as she glowingly-redly stomped her way through the building’s entrance hallway and then up said building’s aforementioned main stairway).
“Uhh, YEAH...to say the least, I’m pretty sure that Cowern and Currel have both already been downright-BRUTALLY killed by whoever this place’s new intruder is!” Bunny very-frightenedly warned Mad Dog, effectively concluding the conversation that she and him had been having with each other atop “their” couch in the process as she suddenly began to increasingly-loudly hear Kitty’s remarkably thunderous footsteps approaching the two of them.
“Bunny, here’s a fair warning that you should probably follow the advice within before it’s too late; whoever this new opponent of mine is, he/she smells AND sounds angry enough to quite-possibly be able to shatter mountains with his/her bare hands. Therefore, I would STRONGLY suggest sneaking out of here using the ‘emergency exit’ ladder just outside this room of ours before he/she enters said room.” Mad Dog got up (off of the couch that he and Bunny had been sitting/conversing on and) onto his feet, flexed his very-intimidatingly large muscles and rather-surprisingly-eloquently explained to Bunny (who simply continued boredly-and-depressedly sitting on “his” couch in response). Predictably enough, Kitty suddenly kicked his room’s front door down forcefully enough to cause it to fly right into him and therefore hit him right in the face not even a single minute later.
“Alright, you muscle-headed, misogynistic, sociopathic son of a BITCH; it is now OFFICIALLY time for you to fucking DIE!” Kitty furiously roared at Mad Dog as said dog extremely-angrily threw the front door of his own room off of himself and then just-as-angrily leapt back up onto his feet…only to then immediately get quite-literally-ball-bustingly-forcefully knee-stabbed in the groin by Kitty, causing him to very-tightly clutch said groin using both of his hands while also ludicrously-girlishly whimpering in pain as he did so. No longer being in the mood to show ANY mercy to the toxically masculine coward that she was up against, Kitty then immediately proceeded to hit Mad Dog’s face with such an immensely powerful “right hook” that said punch caused him to completely collapse (backward, of course) onto the floor of his room while Bunny tightly covered her mouth using both of her own hands and horrifiedly gasped in response.
“How do YOU like this, huh?! HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IT?! ANSWER ME, YOU GOD-DAMNED COCK-SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!” Kitty beyond-furiously screamed and roared at Mad Dog as she pinned said dog face-uply down onto the floor of his room using the sheer magnitude of how much she hated him and then repeatedly and downright-mercilessly punched him across the face (forcefully enough to make wonderfully fresh blood rather-visibly fly out of said face of his with nearly every single strike, no less), alternating between hitting him with her left and right fists as she did so.
“I...I don’t…” Mad Dog disbelievingly and double-black-eye-havingly groaned in pain, bloodily drooling out several of his NON-completely-knocked-out-of-his-mouth teeth and rather-noticeably struggling to prevent his eyeballs from falling out of their sockets as he did so. Meanwhile, Bunny was wordlessly, slack-jawedly and VERY wide-eyedly staring at Kitty while also rather-visibly wondering “what in the actual Hell is WRONG with her right now?” to herself in the process.
“I might have the ability to recover from physical injuries so absurdly-quickly that it makes me practically invincible, but let me fucking TELL you something, PAL; that does NOT mean that I do not also have the ability to fucking REMEMBER said injuries, nor does it mean that I DO also have the ability to automatically recover from MENTAL injuries such as the ones that the utterly fucking DEPLORABLE way in which you’ve been treating me and Bunny has FAR-too-fucking-clearly given me!” Kitty shakingly-angrily explained to Mad Dog as she horrifically-effortlessly broke his arms (almost as if they were regular-sized wooden pencils, no less) using her own arms and then used her suddenly human feet to repeatedly and utterly-brutally stomp on his face (crushing a rather huge portion of his skull directly into his brain in the process) while also rather-dominantly standing atop his chest.
“And now, with all of that being said, I do believe that it’s time for me to make you SQUEAL, doggy!” Kitty droolingly-sadistically and downright-maniacally laughed as the show’s “camera” suddenly began censoring what said cat began doing to Mad Dog by only showing the completely horrified Bunny repeatedly flinching and covering her eyes with her arms as it happened. Needless to say, what she was doing to him was absolutely repugnant indeed.
“DUH HUH HUH HUH!” Mad Dog cross-eyedly, tongue-danglingly and intensely-droolingly laughed as Kitty (who had just finished beyond-brutally raping him) broke the entire top of his skull open using her bare hands and then extremely-bloodily ripped his entire penis (including said dick’s ball sack) right off with those very same hands before then shoving said penis directly into his beautifully exposed and rather-arousingly damaged brain in order to make his head a rather-excessively literal “dick head”. Meanwhile, Bunny rather-understandably became extremely green-faced and then loudly vomited all over the floor of “his” room in response.
“SO LONG, YOU FUCKING NARCISSISTIC HOME-WRECKER!” Kitty dementedly screamed and laughed as she threw Mad Dog’s glorified corpse out of his room’s main “exit” window, causing him to experience the exact same three-story fall that he had previously put her through until he finally hit the bare and rocky ground that his apartment building was surrounded by with an extremely gruesome-sounding “bone crunch/crack” sound effect, somehow STILL being alive (despite being almost-completely brain-dead) after he did so. Meanwhile, Bunny curled up into a helpless little ball and increasingly-intensely shivered in fear (of KITTY, no less) atop “his” couch.
“Um...K-K-K-KITTY?! W-W-W-WHERE are you going?!” Bunny horrifiedly (and sobbingly) asked Kitty as said cat immediately began running straight back down the main stairway of Mad Dog’s apartment building without even bothering to actually answer said question like an even-remotely normal feline/human being. After Bunny extremely-reluctantly followed Kitty down said stairway, she once-again was downright-unbelievably shocked by what she saw her precious little girlfriend doing to Mad Dog in what basically was the building’s “side yard”.
“As much as I absolutely LOATHE the mere thought of having to do this, you appear to have left me with no other choice; farewell, you filthy little woman abuser. Rest in my feces, you god-damned canine n*****.” Kitty extremely-coldly explained to the already-basically-brain-dead Mad Dog as she fired yet another pair of shrink rays directly at him using her mask’s eyes and therefore shrunk him to the size of the utterly pitiful little worker ant that she quite-clearly saw him as. Surely enough, said act was immediately followed by said cat extremely-forcefully throwing said mask right off (and also quite-literally ripping her robe right off) using both of her hands.
“OH MY EVER-LOVING GOD, KITTY; WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL HAS HAPPENED TO YOUR FREAKING BRAIN?!” Bunny tightly covered her mouth using both of her hands, loudly gasped, and then very-loudly screamed in shock as Kitty’s removal of her mask revealed the fact that said cat’s actual eyes had become every bit as swirly as the ones on her mask, causing Bunny to quite-nearly experience an actual heart attack (and therefore faint) from how unbelievably scared she was as she suddenly realized just how “not in control of herself” Kitty actually was.
“Kitty, no...please...please don’t do this…” Bunny got down onto her knees, placed her hands into a rather distinct prayer position, and quite-intensely-cryingly-and-sobbingly begged Kitty, causing said cat to loudly yell “SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING WHORE” at her own girlfriend as she (Kitty) then proceeded to surprisingly-gently grab the only-barely-still-alive Mad Dog using her left hand and then quite-forcefully throw him into her mouth using that very same hand of hers before then proceeding to utterly-disgusted-lookingly swallow him with a rather-comically loud “GULP” before he could magically recover from his injuries due to cartoon logic.
“I’M FLYING! WHEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!” Mad Dog droolingly, cross-eyedly, tongue-danglingly and not-quite-entirely-brain-deadly sang and laughed with delight as he fell straight down Kitty’s beautifully fleshy and slimy throat before then FINALLY landing in her rather-conveniently acid-loaded and also-beautifully tender-looking and spacious stomach with a rather-relievingly huge “SPLASH” while she rather-amusingly-merrily rubbed/patted her belly with her left hand and very-loudly-and-forcedly burped in response.
“Just for the record, I really do hope that you ROT in there, you fucking money-stealing n*****...” Kitty incredibly-bitterly sneered at Mad Dog, sadistically-grinningly looking down at the rather-fiercely growling stomach within her bare chest as she did so while the seemingly massive lake of acid within said stomach incredibly-rapidly-and-grotesquely began melting every last bit of Mad Dog’s utterly worthless flesh and innards right off until there quite-literally was nothing left of him except for the laughably pathetic little bones that were supposed to be his skeleton.
“Let me tell YOU something, you freaking revolting little WANKER; that’s clearly FAR more than enough utterly senseless violence for one LIFETIME, let alone one day!” Mr. RIBS furiously scolded Courage as he extremely-forcefully removed the “mind-controlling” helmet that said dog had been wearing (and then rather-deservedly slapped said dog across the face quite a few times) using his hands. Thankfully, Courage at least had enough self-awareness to depressedly say “I really did deserve that” in response while Kitty’s eyes (and, of course, her brain) finally became relatively normal again. As for Bunny, you can probably imagine how immensely relieved she looked after finally seeing her girlfriend’s “normal” self again and therefore getting back up onto her feet.
“I really DON’T get paid enough for this shit, do I?” Mr. RIBS exasperatedly muttered to himself as he rather-hastily re-inserted both his arms and the helmet that he had just removed from Courage’s head into his glove box while Courage hung said head of his in almost-unimaginably intense shame and almost-cryingly thought “no...no, you do not” to himself in response. Meanwhile, Kitty and Bunny were busy very-reluctantly but very-happily re-uniting with each other.
“Sweet JESUS, Bunny; what just HAPPENED? I can’t even freaking REMEMBER any of it, for crying out loud!” Kitty somewhat-dizzily clutched her somewhat-intensely aching head using her left hand and rather-confusedly asked Bunny while lovingly wrapping her right arm around said rabbit.
“If I’m not mistaken, some kind of parasite and/or ghost snuck into your head and then took control of your body, causing you to ridiculously-brutally murder Mad Dog, Cowern and Currel until there quite-literally was NOTHING left of them...well, nothing that wasn’t dust and/or their freaking BONES, at least!” Bunny very-understandably-nervously glanced back and forth around herself and somewhat-frightenedly explained to Kitty, audibly shaking with rather-amusingly unusual fear of said cat (despite how intensely-lovingly she was hugging said cat using both of her arms) as she did so.
“OH...uhh...W-WOW...w-w-well...umm...T-T-THAT...s-sure is n-n-n-nice, I s-s-suppose!” Kitty intensely-blushingly and extremely-embarrassedly stammered as she suddenly realized just how excessively far Courage had gone with the “being able to make her do whatever he wanted” advantage that he had gained over her by quite-literally going directly into her brain. After nervously looking back and forth around herself several times and also-quite-literally swallowing her pride, Kitty finally found the courage to tell Bunny the truth about what had happened to her brain within herself.
“So, umm...what exactly WAS the thing that got into your head and basically made your body its own, pardon my asking?” Bunny rather-worriedly but very-curiously asked Kitty as the two of them continued hugging each other. After taking several relaxingly deep breaths, Kitty finally answered said question.
“As...as hilariously ironic as this may seem...it...it was...HE was a dog...named Courage.” Kitty rather-depressedly-and-humiliatedly explained while Bunny wide-eyedly nodded her head and said “go on” in response.
“I...I decided to shrink him to the size of a rather tiny bug and then send him into my head through one of my ear canals as a last-ditch attempt to finally get my psychological problems PROPERLY fixed once and for all...but, surely enough, said plan incredibly-quickly went COMPLETELY off the rails, and now here we are...re-united with each other in one of the most morally repugnant ways that I can possibly imagine. Rather poetic, is it not?” Kitty nervously but incredibly-amusedly explained to Bunny, desperately struggling to not faint from just how unbelievably embarrassed she was as she and said rabbit continued to ever-so-adorably cuddle each other.
“Yeah, I guess...whatever you say, Little Miss Artist…” Bunny rolled her eyes and exasperatedly groaned while Kitty agreeingly nodded her head and snickered in response. Meanwhile, Mr. RIBS continued to rather-understandably-frustratedly lecture Courage inside Kitty’s legitimately-quite-powerful brain.
“Oh, come ON, Mr. RIBS; you know for a FACT that the potential benefits of me becoming able to control Kitty’s brain from within said brain were so incredibly great that the potential risks of it were-” Courage threw his arms out beside himself and ever-so-indignantly began whining in Mr. RIBS’s general direction...well, until said computer rather-predictably cut him off, at least.
“The potential risks of it were indeed much REALER than you seem to think! Despite my INCREDIBLY explicit warning about would happen if you went too far with this whole ‘utterly eradicating Kitty’s privacy by literally sneaking into her brain’ thing that you’ve been doing, you REFUSED to actually listen to me...and now, IRONY of all ironies, you’re in one DILLY of a pickle!” Mr. RIBS very-condescendingly-but-VERY-good-point-makingly explained to Courage while Kitty and Bunny were busy conversing with each other. As seemingly always, however, Courage quite-simply did not care one bit about what Mr. RIBS was incredibly-persistently trying to tell him.
“NO, I’m NOT; I’m surprisingly-safely hidden in her cozy and soft little-” Courage angrily looked around the gorgeously fleshy, wrinkly, nerve-decorated and pulsating interior of Kitty’s brain and then just-as-angrily began yelling at Mr. RIBS before thankfully being cut off yet again by said computer.
“Oh, for FUCK’S sake, I already KNOW that you’re in Kitty’s god-damned BRAIN! I fucking LIVE in the stupid thing, for crying out loud! By the way, would you like to know where I’m about to send YOU if you don’t fucking shut your pathetic little mouth right now?!” Mr. RIBS increasingly-furiously scolded and asked Courage while said dog rolled his eyes, placed his hands onto his hips and utterly-obnoxiously went “BLAH, BLAH, BLAH” in response.
“Go ahead; fucking MAKE ME do so, BYTES-for-brains!” Courage exasperatedly threw his arms out beside himself and downright-unbelievably-petulantly sneered at Mr. RIBS, causing said computer to disbelievingly yell “FINE; I FUCKING WILL, ASSHOLE” at said dog and then seemingly-inexplicably teleport said dog directly into Kitty’s nose (to be more specific, her left nostril) using his “mind” in response.
“Goodbye, Mr. RIBS…” Courage (who, believe it or not, had actually deliberately been a total asshole to Mr. RIBS in order to provoke said computer into finally freeing him from Kitty’s head) briefly looked at the fascinatingly wrinkly, throbbing and veiny brain that had become quite-literally behind him and dejectedly said/waved to it as he sneakily tip-toed his way out of Kitty’s head through the aforementioned left nostril of hers that Mr. RIBS had indeed teleported him into (in order to avoid stepping in TOO much of her nasal mucus, of course), “accidentally” tickling her nose hairs quite a lot as he did so.
“Well, anyway, with all of that being said, I must say that I’ve grown to actually like Courage quite a bit, but despite that, I definitely still am more than a little worried about the possibility of Courage suddenly re-taking control of my BAHH...AHHH...AHHHH....AHHHHH…” Kitty surprisingly-calmly continued explaining to Bunny...then suddenly began repeatedly moaning as if she was about to let out an INCREDIBLY forceful sneeze. Needless to say, Bunny immediately stopped hugging her and nervously-hand-wavingly backed away from her in response.
“AHHHHHH....AHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOO!” Kitty incredibly-cartoonishly yelled as she sneezed so thunderously that said sneeze actually caused the entire screen that the show was being displayed on to “shake”, causing Courage to fall a ludicrously long distance while maniacally screaming at the top of his lungs and also being encased in Kitty’s nasal mucus. Once THAT was over with, Courage, having FINALLY been freed from Kitty’s head once and for all, hit the ground with a rather-hilariously loud “SPLAT”, loudly whimpering in agony (despite barely even being injured at all due to how ludicrously over-powered he was) as he did so. As you can probably imagine, Kitty and Bunny were trying incredibly hard to stop themselves from laughing when they saw how utterly pathetic Courage looked after everything that he had been through.
“Oh, so THIS is Courage, eh? Gosh, he sure is awfully TINY right now...what do you think we should DO with him, Kitty?” Bunny scratched her head using her left hand and rather-curiously asked Kitty as the two of them both kneeled down onto their right feet and very-amusedly looked at the bug-sized and mucus-covered Courage while he was busy eating Kitty’s mucus off of himself using his aforementioned inexplicably extendable tongue.
AFTER COURAGE HAD FINALLY FINISHED LICKING/EATING KITTY’S MUCUS OFF OF HIMSELF…
“OOH, I KNOW! I’LL STICK HIM INTO ONE OF MY EARS AGAIN!” Kitty loudly and extremely-merrily yelled with excitement, causing the finally-properly-standing-up-again Courage to loudly scream “NOOOOO” and rather-adorably flail his arms up and down like a hummingbird in response as said cat surprisingly-gently picked him up using her left hand and then, after yelling “OH MY GOD; THERE’S A MONSTER BEHIND YOU” at Bunny in order to distract/scare her, stuck the poor little guy into said rabbit’s left ear while her back was turned.
“EWW; I thought you said that you were going to stick him into one of YOUR ears!” Bunny disgustedly whined while Kitty lovingly and gigglingly (albeit rather-teasingly) hugged her in response.
“Oh, come on; look on the BRIGHT side, why don’t you? If he cleaned the wax out of MY left ear canal, he’ll definitely clean the wax out of YOURS too!” Kitty rather-awkwardly explained to Bunny as the two of them far-too-amusedly went back into “Kitty’s” truck and then immediately began riding it back over to Courage’s/Muriel’s house (with Kitty being its driver while Bunny was its passenger, of course) so that Eustace would finally stop complaining about it being “gone”.
MEANWHILE, INSIDE BUNNY’S LEFT EAR…
“GYAAAAAAH!” Courage loudly shrieked in disgust as he saw the utterly ridiculous amount of wax that Bunny’s left ear canal contained (to be quite honest with you, said left ear canal actually made the feline one that Courage had been forced to clean with his mouth at a significantly earlier point in this story look rather CLEAN by comparison). Despite barely even being able to SEE Bunny’s left eardrum through all of her earwax, Courage could already very-clearly see that the absolute “Hell on Earth” that he had been put through in this story actually HAD, in fact, gone straight back to being the absolute “Hell on Earth” that he still WAS being put through in this story. Rather-understandably, Courage’s reaction to said realization was to extremely-depressedly lean forward and whisper “I wanna die” to himself as Kitty and Bunny happily made their way back to his/Muriel’s house using Eustace’s truck.
AFTER KITTY AND BUNNY HAD FINALLY GOTTEN BACK TO COURAGE’S/MURIEL’S HOUSE…
“Hey, LISTEN up, you freaking crazy whore; you’d better have a REALLY freaking good explanation for why you just randomly decided to steal my dearly beloved TRUCK in the middle of the freaking-” Eustace pajama-wearingly walked out onto his front “lawn” and very-angrily began yelling at Kitty...until said cat suddenly decided to cut him off by handing a twenty-dollar bill from one of her skin pockets directly to him with her left hand while dragging Bunny along behind herself with her right hand, at least.
“OOH...MONEY...BEAUTIFUL AND DELICIOUSLY GREEN MONEY…” Eustace rather-disturbingly-arousedly moaned as he immediately took the money that Kitty had just given him straight back to “his” house (which he obviously entered using its front door) in order to ever-so-greedily stuff said money into his wallet while Kitty and Bunny also walked into “his” house using its front door so that the two of them could then proceed to immediately head straight into the attic that Kitty had previously been sleeping in and have some good old-fashioned...ahem…”cuddling” with each other on the floor of (and also on the bed in) said room.
“I really am sincerely sorry about having to do this, Bunny, but while the things that Courage has done for us certainly have made me realize that not all dogs are bad, I’m afraid that said dog is going to HAVE to briefly be ‘bad’ to you in order to make our sex more good...I mean, better!” Kitty regretfully and head-shakingly explained to Bunny as she nakedly pinned said rabbit’s equally naked body down onto the floor of the attic in a remarkably erotic-looking manner (with said rabbit’s head very-quickly becoming propped up against the left side of the bed in said attic in the process, of course). Meanwhile, said rabbit rather-understandably looked every bit as (disturbed and) confused as ever in response.
“HEY, COURAGE! Are you done cleaning the wax out of Bunny’s left ear canal yet?” Kitty rather-curiously asked Courage by erotically whispering into Bunny’s left ear, sincerely hoping that said dog’s answer to said question was indeed going to be “YES” as she did so. Meanwhile, Bunny was even-more-sincerely hoping that said dog’s answer to said question was going to be “NO”.
“Oh, you’d better freaking BELIEVE that I am!” Courage yelled into Bunny’s left eardrum, loudly burping (in order to remind Bunny about how much of her earwax he had just been forced to eat) immediately after doing so.
“You’d better believe that he is…” Bunny nauseatedly groaned, nearly vomiting as she did so.
“Alright, Courage; are you ready to bust your way through that precious little eardrum of Bunny’s?” Kitty increasingly-teasingly whispered into Bunny’s left ear while said rabbit was still pinned down by her.
“WHAT?!” Bunny loudly shrieked in terror, causing Courage to sadistically giggle in response.
“I sure am!” Courage merrily laughed as he pulled out a rather large sledgehammer from his right “butt pocket” yet again (surely enough, said sledgehammer quite-literally was the exact same one that he had previously used on Kitty’s left eardrum) and then immediately readied himself to repeatedly and unbelievably-painfully swing said hammer directly at Bunny’s already-slightly-infected left eardrum until said eardrum broke. Needless to say, Bunny was every bit as adorably scared and helpless (while Kitty was every bit as adorably elated and aroused) as you can probably imagine.
“Dear LORD, what in the Hell is going on in there?” Eustace suddenly woke from the sleep that he rather-clearly was trying to get on his/Muriel’s bed and rather-annoyedly asked Muriel (obviously referring to the attic as he did so) while Bunny was busy blood-curdlingly shrieking in agony due to how much Courage was hurting her extremely fragile and sensitive left eardrum.
“Oh, come ON, Eustace, admit it; you KNOW how passionate the individual members of lesbian couples can get with each other at times!” Muriel suddenly woke from her own sleep and ever-so-playfully giggled while Eustace ever-so-grouchily muttered “BLECH; I’ve always preferred non-GAY couples myself” to himself in response.
“AIEEEEEE!” Bunny ear-piercingly screamed and cried as Courage finally finished busting a downright-horrifically large hole right through her left eardrum (using his sledgehammer, of course) before then immediately proceeding to make his way straight through her left middle ear and therefore into her left inner ear (after shoving his sledgehammer straight back into his “butt pockets” yet again, of course).
“SEE? I TOLD you that this would only hurt for a few seconds!” Kitty lovingly teased Bunny as said rabbit’s eyes suddenly began to dizzily and extremely-cartoonishly rotate around and around in circles (while her head also-dizzily swayed back and forth) while Courage was incredibly-rapidly sucked through her left inner ear (which, just like Kitty’s, was a pneumatic tube system) and therefore directly into her brain!
“WOW...once again, it’s SO much bigger than I expected it to be…” Courage rather-excessively-fascinatedly moaned with pleasure as he alarmingly-quickly sprinted his way through Bunny’s drool-inducingly pink, spongy and tender-looking brain until he FINALLY reached said rabbit’s behavioral control center (the Central Nervous Super-Computer in her frontal lobe, of course).
“So, uhh...what happens now, pardon my asking?” Bunny (who quite-frankly could almost FEEL Courage recklessly playing with the immensely delicate inner workings of her central nervous system as she spoke) incredibly-horrified-lookingly asked Kitty while said cat ever-so-adorably-teasingly giggled at her expense in response.
“Go ahead, my dearly beloved girlfriend; GUESS.” Kitty mockingly told Bunny as Courage manually ejected the “mind-controlling” helmet that was stored/hidden in the glove box of said rabbit’s Central Nervous Super-Computer from said glove box and then immediately plopped it right onto his head before said extremely submissive computer could develop enough self-esteem to start fighting/arguing with him like how Mr. RIBS had. Surely enough, as Courage began wearing her CNSC’s “mind-controlling” helmet, Bunny’s eyes became delightfully swirly while her personality seemingly became even more girly.
“Yeah, THAT’S right, you fucking weak and subservient little bitch...you’re under OUR command now!” Kitty diabolically cackled as she sat atop “her” bed and ever-so-teasingly dangled/extended her legs off of said bed’s left edge (while crossing her left leg over her right one as she did so, no less) so that her utterly mouth-watering human feet were RIGHT in front of the thoroughly hypnotized Bunny’s passionately drooling face. As much as she normally would have been afraid to do so, said rabbit immediately began extremely-lovingly licking said feet and sucking on their cute little toes in response.
“OHHH...sweet HEAVENS, they smell so bad and taste so good…” Bunny very-arousedly moaned, gleefully inhaling the quite-simply wonderful stench of Kitty’s deliciously dirty and sweaty feet all the way through her remarkably slimy and hairy nostrils and therefore directly into her intensely warm and throbbing brain in the process as said cat repeatedly and rather-forcefully pressed the soles of said feet of hers against said rabbit’s aforementioned and glowingly blushing face while said rabbit incredibly-wetly-and-sloppily kissed said soles in response.
“MMMF...MAN, this feels SO fucking good after you betraying me just to live with a total fucking prick like Mad Dog…” Kitty increasingly-happily moaned as she crossed her arms over her chest and proudly watched while Bunny slavishly massaged and tongue-bathed her downright-irresistibly beauteous and shapely feet before then proceeding to suck her aforementioned toes so extremely-passionately that she rather-amusingly had an actual orgasm while doing so (due to the fact that she had been fingering herself with her right hand, followed by her left hand, while doing so).
“And now for the main COURSE, sweetness!” Kitty triumphantly laughed as she suddenly un-crossed her remarkably smooth and slender legs and began spreading said legs of hers ludicrously far apart so that her vagina would be shamelessly wide-open for Bunny’s eating/licking pleasure. Needless to say, Bunny’s swirly eyes briefly became heart eyes in response, with said rabbit intensely smiling and dramatically placing her hands onto her cheeks in the process as she then immediately proceeded to crawl directly toward Kitty like a baby and then also-immediately began treating herself to the vaginal feast of a lifetime. Needless to say, Courage’s immense skill with his actual tongue definitely paid off here.
“OOH...AHHH...OHHHH...GAHHHHH...YEAAAAAAH!” Kitty orgasmically moaned and shrieked as Bunny incredibly-deftly explored the interior of said cat’s pussy using her rather-surprisingly-hugely extendable tongue until, surely enough, said pussy violently quaked and began shooting a heaping load of “girl cum” all over said rabbit’s over-joyedly blushing and smiling face.
“AHHHHHHHH...the THINGS I do for love…” Bunny far-too-proudly and clearly-still-swirly-eyedly moaned with delight (after licking Kitty’s aforementioned “girl cum” off of her cute little rabbit face and then unbelievably-satisfyingly swallowing it, of course) as she incredibly-eagerly joined Kitty atop “Kitty’s” bed and began wholesomely scissoring with her while the screen that the show was being displayed on faded to black.
“SCISSOR ME TIMBERS!” Kitty passionately yelled as said screen FINALLY finished fading to black.
THAT’S ALL, FOLKS!
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