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So here we're in the TUFF Puppy universe, where the hot cat lady Kitty Katswell lives, and the story is about her first meeting with the Chief, who here is much smaller than he is in the show, actually flea-sized.
Enjoy :)
It was one of those rare moments when two of the best TUFF agents, Dudley Puppy and Kitty Katswell, weren't needed for any mission, so they were just chilling and chatting in the cafeteria.
“You know, there's something you never told me,” Dudley said with his usual cheerful demeanor, “how was it like when you met the Chief for the first time?”
Kitty chuckled at the question. “I actually wonder why I've never told you before, it was... pretty bizarre actually, in a way maybe even more bizarre than when I met you, though it involved less injuries... for me at least.”
***
Years before, Kitty was still a fairly new agent, but she had already proven great strength and intelligence, so it was time for her to have the privilege of meeting the Chief Herbert Dumbrowski in person (back then there were stricter rules about revealing his face only to the best agents).
Much with both animals' pleasure, the meeting had been scheduled on a very nice beach, so they could see each other while enjoying the sun and the sea... but the occasionally clumsy Chief had underestimated the magnitude of belonging to such a tiny species.
Kitty Katswell took a deep breath of the good air after finishing her beach umbrella, then she caressed her bikini clad body as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun against her sexy body.
Alright, the spy thought, I'm positive these are the coordinates he gave me, the chief should be here any minute.
The cat took off her flip-flops and dipped her bare paws in the soft and warm sand, a heavenly sensation taking over her body and driving her to spontaneously purr. She decided to have a relaxing stroll to let the sand cuddle her feet while she was waiting for her boss to arrive.
If only she knew what the creature she was supposed to meet was about to face...
In the eyes of Herbert Dumbrowski, the beach was like some sort of big desert with massive titans in all directions, so of course instead of wearing just what a simple bather would wear, he had some pieces of armor on him and a very precious tool in his tiny hands: a high-tech megaphone that could amplify his voice so much it would sound like that of someone just as big as Kitty.
“Maybe I should ask for a change in the protocols,” the Chief grumbled to himself, “she looks like one tall cat judging from the photos and videos, I could at least make it clear that I'm a frigging flea! Come on Herbert, keep it together, you have this manna from heaven in your hands...” He spontaneously kissed the special megaphone.
After some more walking, the flea could see the enormous figure of the beautiful feline agent, still enjoying the sun and the sand. He got closer and closer, watching both his steps and her steps carefully, ready to turn on his device, but also enjoying the view more than he expected.
She was quite a sight, even for a puny bug that she could easily step on, in fact for someone as small as Dumbrowski there was a special kind of beauty in her to behold, as she shook her head to get some hair away from in front of her eyes it was almost like she was moving in slow motion, her beautiful ebony black hair waving like they belonged to a beautiful mermaid in the sea...
However, the big cat soon did something probably just as sexy but way more dangerous to the Chief: she playfully kicked the sand to form a little flying cloud, but of course to the small creature at her feet it was a real sandstorm, and Herbert was forced to kneel down until it was over... and when the storm ended, he realized he had dropped his megaphone, and the wind had made it fly rather far from him.
“Oh no!”
He ran as fast as he could to get his precious tool, but just as he was about to grab it, BOOM!!! The gargantuan bare paw of Kitty Katswell stomped right in front of him, barely missing his puny body but making the megaphone disappear under its heavy fuzziness.
The Chief was just paralyzed as long as the giant foot was in front of him, something in his mind clinging to the faint hope that maybe the machine was intact... but when the cat lady took another step, he saw its completely shattered remains.
The flea left out a scream that Kitty probably didn't hear only because she was too distracted by the sounds of the beach. “Why, WHY didn't Keswick make this thing more resistant? What the Hell shall I do now?!”
His small but quick brain concluded that perhaps the best plan for the moment was to get the attention of the cat in a different manner, probably by climbing her colossal body, her fur looked easy enough to climb on after all; it was rather dangerous, but it was all he could do with the means he had.
The flea ran towards the frolicking giantess, preparing to jump on her fur at the best chance, but there was a part of her body which he had underestimated: her tail.
Although cats usually don't wag their tail when they're happy or excited, Kitty was strangely “canine” in that regard, as she enjoyed herself more than ever her fluffy tail kept wagging surprisingly fast, creating another strong wind for the Chief to face, thankfully with much less sand this time, so he could just face the gush and keep running instead of having to stop.
However, when Herbert was starting to approach the titan, he saw the wagging fluffy tail of doom coming right towards him with a deafening WOOSH, so the tiny bug had no choice but to crouch down, or else the impact would have been extremely painful, possibly deadly, worst case scenario it would have made him fly way too far away.
After realizing that he had successfully dodged the giant tail, the Chief left a big sigh of relief escape from his mouth as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead, but as soon as he looked up again, he noticed that Ms. Katswell was turning around to literally retrace her steps, and right above him there was the looming sole of her paw, coming down with some sort of roaring sound.
Herbert tried to leap away from there, but it was too late...
THOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Thankfully the small animal was very tough for his size, plus both the sand beneath him and Kitty's paw were amazingly soft, so he got compressed into the sand and felt the weight of the giant paw above him and all that made it extremely difficult for him to move, but at least he wasn't squashed or seriously injured.
“Aaah, what wonderful beach the boss chose,” the massive cat lady purred above with her booming yet charming voice, “this sand feels great beneath my toes!”
It did indeed feel very soft and pleasantly warm under her cute feet, so much she sunk her little toes even deeper into it and wiggled them, playing with the tiny grains between... all with the Chief's dismay, because it meant he was compacted into the sand even more, to the point he had trouble to breathe and he couldn't see a darn thing.
After a dreadfully long minute he spent mumbling and groaning beneath the heavy paw, the flea was finally free again when the spy took another step, allowing the little thing to take a deep breath.
“Oh my goodness, who could have known THIS would have been so hard with all the crazy missions I've been through?!”
After finishing his rant, Herbert noticed that the colossus was now standing still right in front of him, peacefully admiring the sea and barely even moving a muscle.
He took just a moment to admire the beauty of the giant cat; although her face looked kind of blurred due to being so up above, he could still see how sweet and cute she was with her shiny green eyes, her blissful smile, her long hair and of course her soft looking and well groomed coat, which emanated a wonderful scent that the Chief finally noticed... clearly she took really good care of her body, probably even better than most cats, there was also a hint of some expensive perfume.
The honestly pretty arousing and intoxicating smell nearly distracted the Chief from his job at hand way too much, but he managed to snap out of it soon enough, it was the perfect time to do the only thing that could get Miss Katswell's attention: he took an agile and pretty spectacular leap (like most fleas could do, but he had mastered this art particularly well thanks to his job), grabbed the soft and fragrant hair on the huge pillar that was the cat girl's leg and began to climb as fast as he could, making a massive effort not to be distracted by the amazing smell again.
Kitty Katswell felt a little itch in one of her legs, so she raised the other leg to use her foot to scratch it away, so the Chief saw the menacing shadow of the giant paw coming to violently rub the spot where he was and certainly grind him until he became nothing but a sticky goo.
The brave flea jumped again and grabbed another spot in the soft fur, dodging the terrible foot just in time while the loud noise of it rubbing the place where he was invaded his tiny ears. He sighed in relief, but he knew he wasn't safe yet until the giantess finally knew the actual source of the itch, so he kept climbing without ever letting his guard down.
Soon enough, Kitty realized that the itch hadn't disappeared at all, it had just moved to another spot on her leg, so she repeated the same action with a groan but she obtained exactly the same result as before, and after the same thing happened other two times she felt seriously annoyed and she began hiss and growl just like an angry feral cat.
“The heck is this? A tick? A lice? Whatever it is, I'll make it stop no matter what!”
The Chief had to hold on with all his might as the titanic body he was climbing made a very abrupt movement, violently landing on all fours and creating a loud thud, which certainly would have made the most overwhelming earthquake so far if Herbert had been on the ground.
The soft flesh beneath all the fur vibrated a little as the massive girl kept snarling, the Chief could even feel the hair raising while Kitty seemed to go back to a previous state of her species' evolution... the situation was clearly getting stickier by the minute, he had to reach the ears of the agent one way or another!
Climbing faster and faster, Herbert was now around the waist of the giantess (feeling quite awkward despite having to fight for his life when he was climbing the fabric of the lower part of her bikini), feeling once again the familiar strong wind of the tail, and this time Kitty was violently shaking it out of anger, creating another small tornado that nearly made the flea lose his grip and fall down.
Another terrifying peril showed up when Katswell started to scratch herself in a very canine fashion, using her hind paw while her claws were fully out, and very soon the climbing flea had to swiftly dodge those shiny and sharp claw before they put him on a bizarre kind of skewer.
After avoiding being squashed and stabbed at the same time at least five more times, the Chief noticed that the cat had finally stopped doing that, allowing him to at least catch some breath again... but of course she hadn't just given up, she was just going to try another tactic.
When the Chief was ready to resume his climb to any spot where she could hear his authoritarian voice, he noticed that the angry, terrifying muzzle of his agent was coming closer and closer, an expression of pure feral rage on her otherwise cute face as she opened wide her maw in a ferocious hiss, and the closer she got the more the Chief could feel the heat of her breath and how sharp and menacing her fangs were, the possibility of him surviving her bite were lower than 0%...
“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
And the cavernous roaring mouth stopped indeed as the triangular ears of Kitty Katswell twitched... now she knew for sure that she wasn't dealing with an average parasite.
“What? Who... who said that?!”
“I did, young lady! Look much closer at the speck on your fur!”
Agent Kitty obeyed the feeble yet authoritative voice and took a close and careful look at the dot that appeared to be the source not only of the sound but also of the itch, and so she finally learned the truth: on her body there was a tiny yet pretty strong looking flea with an almost comically large chin.
The small thing spoke before Kitty could ask anything: “My name is Herbert Dumbrowski, and I am the Chief of TUFF!”
Kitty's eyes widened. “You... you are the Chief?”
“Yeah, boom, big reveal, the boss is a teeny tiny pathetic flea! And you, agent Katswell, have accidentally destroyed my device to amplify my voice and call for your attention more easily, that's why I found myself forced to climb your body... any annoyance couldn't be helped.”
“I broke what would have prevented such a rough meeting? Oh my, I'm terribly sorry boss!” The cat gently picked up her boss and put him on the palm of her hand.
“What's done is done, agent Katswell... I suppose it's my fault too, I've been mulling over changing the protocols and letting the agents at least know that I'm a flea, but always ended up deciding I didn't need to. Well, this adventure gave me the final push to do what is right, besides Keswick is preparing a device that will make it even easier for me to communicate with bigger beings, even easier than the megaphone you stepped on.”
As he spoke Herbert couldn't help noticing how enjoyably soft the giant hand he was standing on really was, and the wonderful smell of Kitty's fur was filling his minuscule nostrils again, this time without even the distraction of having to fight for his life.
“Stepped on? So you were on the ground before climbing my body? Wow... I must say you deserve to be the boss of the organization, the size doesn't matter, you have been pretty strong and brave to face a much bigger animal such as I!”
“I am flattered by your words, agent Katswell! And, between us, I also admit you take really good care of your fur!” He rubbed the giant paw a little with his much smaller hand.
The cat and the flea shared a chuckle.
***
Back in the present, Kitty had finished her story and Dudley was more than a little surprised by how she and the Chief had met face to face for the first time.
“Ah, so what should have just been just a conversation ended up turning into a dangerous mission for the Chief, who knew?”
“Yeah... and you know, sometimes I almost regret he now uses that machine, yeah at first it was annoying having him on my body, but once I realized it was him and not just some parasite, it felt sort of good...”
“And judging from how you told the story I guess the boss strangely enjoyed being on you as well! You know, I should try to ask Keswick to shrink me again some day, now I regret not getting close to you when I was tiny...”
Kitty blushed a bit, not sure of what to answer.
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Thumbnail drawn by https://pariahexilewrath.deviantart.com/
So here we're in the TUFF Puppy universe, where the hot cat lady Kitty Katswell lives, and the story is about her first meeting with the Chief, who here is much smaller than he is in the show, actually flea-sized.
Enjoy :)
It was one of those rare moments when two of the best TUFF agents, Dudley Puppy and Kitty Katswell, weren't needed for any mission, so they were just chilling and chatting in the cafeteria.
“You know, there's something you never told me,” Dudley said with his usual cheerful demeanor, “how was it like when you met the Chief for the first time?”
Kitty chuckled at the question. “I actually wonder why I've never told you before, it was... pretty bizarre actually, in a way maybe even more bizarre than when I met you, though it involved less injuries... for me at least.”
***
Years before, Kitty was still a fairly new agent, but she had already proven great strength and intelligence, so it was time for her to have the privilege of meeting the Chief Herbert Dumbrowski in person (back then there were stricter rules about revealing his face only to the best agents).
Much with both animals' pleasure, the meeting had been scheduled on a very nice beach, so they could see each other while enjoying the sun and the sea... but the occasionally clumsy Chief had underestimated the magnitude of belonging to such a tiny species.
Kitty Katswell took a deep breath of the good air after finishing her beach umbrella, then she caressed her bikini clad body as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun against her sexy body.
Alright, the spy thought, I'm positive these are the coordinates he gave me, the chief should be here any minute.
The cat took off her flip-flops and dipped her bare paws in the soft and warm sand, a heavenly sensation taking over her body and driving her to spontaneously purr. She decided to have a relaxing stroll to let the sand cuddle her feet while she was waiting for her boss to arrive.
If only she knew what the creature she was supposed to meet was about to face...
In the eyes of Herbert Dumbrowski, the beach was like some sort of big desert with massive titans in all directions, so of course instead of wearing just what a simple bather would wear, he had some pieces of armor on him and a very precious tool in his tiny hands: a high-tech megaphone that could amplify his voice so much it would sound like that of someone just as big as Kitty.
“Maybe I should ask for a change in the protocols,” the Chief grumbled to himself, “she looks like one tall cat judging from the photos and videos, I could at least make it clear that I'm a frigging flea! Come on Herbert, keep it together, you have this manna from heaven in your hands...” He spontaneously kissed the special megaphone.
After some more walking, the flea could see the enormous figure of the beautiful feline agent, still enjoying the sun and the sand. He got closer and closer, watching both his steps and her steps carefully, ready to turn on his device, but also enjoying the view more than he expected.
She was quite a sight, even for a puny bug that she could easily step on, in fact for someone as small as Dumbrowski there was a special kind of beauty in her to behold, as she shook her head to get some hair away from in front of her eyes it was almost like she was moving in slow motion, her beautiful ebony black hair waving like they belonged to a beautiful mermaid in the sea...
However, the big cat soon did something probably just as sexy but way more dangerous to the Chief: she playfully kicked the sand to form a little flying cloud, but of course to the small creature at her feet it was a real sandstorm, and Herbert was forced to kneel down until it was over... and when the storm ended, he realized he had dropped his megaphone, and the wind had made it fly rather far from him.
“Oh no!”
He ran as fast as he could to get his precious tool, but just as he was about to grab it, BOOM!!! The gargantuan bare paw of Kitty Katswell stomped right in front of him, barely missing his puny body but making the megaphone disappear under its heavy fuzziness.
The Chief was just paralyzed as long as the giant foot was in front of him, something in his mind clinging to the faint hope that maybe the machine was intact... but when the cat lady took another step, he saw its completely shattered remains.
The flea left out a scream that Kitty probably didn't hear only because she was too distracted by the sounds of the beach. “Why, WHY didn't Keswick make this thing more resistant? What the Hell shall I do now?!”
His small but quick brain concluded that perhaps the best plan for the moment was to get the attention of the cat in a different manner, probably by climbing her colossal body, her fur looked easy enough to climb on after all; it was rather dangerous, but it was all he could do with the means he had.
The flea ran towards the frolicking giantess, preparing to jump on her fur at the best chance, but there was a part of her body which he had underestimated: her tail.
Although cats usually don't wag their tail when they're happy or excited, Kitty was strangely “canine” in that regard, as she enjoyed herself more than ever her fluffy tail kept wagging surprisingly fast, creating another strong wind for the Chief to face, thankfully with much less sand this time, so he could just face the gush and keep running instead of having to stop.
However, when Herbert was starting to approach the titan, he saw the wagging fluffy tail of doom coming right towards him with a deafening WOOSH, so the tiny bug had no choice but to crouch down, or else the impact would have been extremely painful, possibly deadly, worst case scenario it would have made him fly way too far away.
After realizing that he had successfully dodged the giant tail, the Chief left a big sigh of relief escape from his mouth as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead, but as soon as he looked up again, he noticed that Ms. Katswell was turning around to literally retrace her steps, and right above him there was the looming sole of her paw, coming down with some sort of roaring sound.
Herbert tried to leap away from there, but it was too late...
THOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Thankfully the small animal was very tough for his size, plus both the sand beneath him and Kitty's paw were amazingly soft, so he got compressed into the sand and felt the weight of the giant paw above him and all that made it extremely difficult for him to move, but at least he wasn't squashed or seriously injured.
“Aaah, what wonderful beach the boss chose,” the massive cat lady purred above with her booming yet charming voice, “this sand feels great beneath my toes!”
It did indeed feel very soft and pleasantly warm under her cute feet, so much she sunk her little toes even deeper into it and wiggled them, playing with the tiny grains between... all with the Chief's dismay, because it meant he was compacted into the sand even more, to the point he had trouble to breathe and he couldn't see a darn thing.
After a dreadfully long minute he spent mumbling and groaning beneath the heavy paw, the flea was finally free again when the spy took another step, allowing the little thing to take a deep breath.
“Oh my goodness, who could have known THIS would have been so hard with all the crazy missions I've been through?!”
After finishing his rant, Herbert noticed that the colossus was now standing still right in front of him, peacefully admiring the sea and barely even moving a muscle.
He took just a moment to admire the beauty of the giant cat; although her face looked kind of blurred due to being so up above, he could still see how sweet and cute she was with her shiny green eyes, her blissful smile, her long hair and of course her soft looking and well groomed coat, which emanated a wonderful scent that the Chief finally noticed... clearly she took really good care of her body, probably even better than most cats, there was also a hint of some expensive perfume.
The honestly pretty arousing and intoxicating smell nearly distracted the Chief from his job at hand way too much, but he managed to snap out of it soon enough, it was the perfect time to do the only thing that could get Miss Katswell's attention: he took an agile and pretty spectacular leap (like most fleas could do, but he had mastered this art particularly well thanks to his job), grabbed the soft and fragrant hair on the huge pillar that was the cat girl's leg and began to climb as fast as he could, making a massive effort not to be distracted by the amazing smell again.
Kitty Katswell felt a little itch in one of her legs, so she raised the other leg to use her foot to scratch it away, so the Chief saw the menacing shadow of the giant paw coming to violently rub the spot where he was and certainly grind him until he became nothing but a sticky goo.
The brave flea jumped again and grabbed another spot in the soft fur, dodging the terrible foot just in time while the loud noise of it rubbing the place where he was invaded his tiny ears. He sighed in relief, but he knew he wasn't safe yet until the giantess finally knew the actual source of the itch, so he kept climbing without ever letting his guard down.
Soon enough, Kitty realized that the itch hadn't disappeared at all, it had just moved to another spot on her leg, so she repeated the same action with a groan but she obtained exactly the same result as before, and after the same thing happened other two times she felt seriously annoyed and she began hiss and growl just like an angry feral cat.
“The heck is this? A tick? A lice? Whatever it is, I'll make it stop no matter what!”
The Chief had to hold on with all his might as the titanic body he was climbing made a very abrupt movement, violently landing on all fours and creating a loud thud, which certainly would have made the most overwhelming earthquake so far if Herbert had been on the ground.
The soft flesh beneath all the fur vibrated a little as the massive girl kept snarling, the Chief could even feel the hair raising while Kitty seemed to go back to a previous state of her species' evolution... the situation was clearly getting stickier by the minute, he had to reach the ears of the agent one way or another!
Climbing faster and faster, Herbert was now around the waist of the giantess (feeling quite awkward despite having to fight for his life when he was climbing the fabric of the lower part of her bikini), feeling once again the familiar strong wind of the tail, and this time Kitty was violently shaking it out of anger, creating another small tornado that nearly made the flea lose his grip and fall down.
Another terrifying peril showed up when Katswell started to scratch herself in a very canine fashion, using her hind paw while her claws were fully out, and very soon the climbing flea had to swiftly dodge those shiny and sharp claw before they put him on a bizarre kind of skewer.
After avoiding being squashed and stabbed at the same time at least five more times, the Chief noticed that the cat had finally stopped doing that, allowing him to at least catch some breath again... but of course she hadn't just given up, she was just going to try another tactic.
When the Chief was ready to resume his climb to any spot where she could hear his authoritarian voice, he noticed that the angry, terrifying muzzle of his agent was coming closer and closer, an expression of pure feral rage on her otherwise cute face as she opened wide her maw in a ferocious hiss, and the closer she got the more the Chief could feel the heat of her breath and how sharp and menacing her fangs were, the possibility of him surviving her bite were lower than 0%...
“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
And the cavernous roaring mouth stopped indeed as the triangular ears of Kitty Katswell twitched... now she knew for sure that she wasn't dealing with an average parasite.
“What? Who... who said that?!”
“I did, young lady! Look much closer at the speck on your fur!”
Agent Kitty obeyed the feeble yet authoritative voice and took a close and careful look at the dot that appeared to be the source not only of the sound but also of the itch, and so she finally learned the truth: on her body there was a tiny yet pretty strong looking flea with an almost comically large chin.
The small thing spoke before Kitty could ask anything: “My name is Herbert Dumbrowski, and I am the Chief of TUFF!”
Kitty's eyes widened. “You... you are the Chief?”
“Yeah, boom, big reveal, the boss is a teeny tiny pathetic flea! And you, agent Katswell, have accidentally destroyed my device to amplify my voice and call for your attention more easily, that's why I found myself forced to climb your body... any annoyance couldn't be helped.”
“I broke what would have prevented such a rough meeting? Oh my, I'm terribly sorry boss!” The cat gently picked up her boss and put him on the palm of her hand.
“What's done is done, agent Katswell... I suppose it's my fault too, I've been mulling over changing the protocols and letting the agents at least know that I'm a flea, but always ended up deciding I didn't need to. Well, this adventure gave me the final push to do what is right, besides Keswick is preparing a device that will make it even easier for me to communicate with bigger beings, even easier than the megaphone you stepped on.”
As he spoke Herbert couldn't help noticing how enjoyably soft the giant hand he was standing on really was, and the wonderful smell of Kitty's fur was filling his minuscule nostrils again, this time without even the distraction of having to fight for his life.
“Stepped on? So you were on the ground before climbing my body? Wow... I must say you deserve to be the boss of the organization, the size doesn't matter, you have been pretty strong and brave to face a much bigger animal such as I!”
“I am flattered by your words, agent Katswell! And, between us, I also admit you take really good care of your fur!” He rubbed the giant paw a little with his much smaller hand.
The cat and the flea shared a chuckle.
***
Back in the present, Kitty had finished her story and Dudley was more than a little surprised by how she and the Chief had met face to face for the first time.
“Ah, so what should have just been just a conversation ended up turning into a dangerous mission for the Chief, who knew?”
“Yeah... and you know, sometimes I almost regret he now uses that machine, yeah at first it was annoying having him on my body, but once I realized it was him and not just some parasite, it felt sort of good...”
“And judging from how you told the story I guess the boss strangely enjoyed being on you as well! You know, I should try to ask Keswick to shrink me again some day, now I regret not getting close to you when I was tiny...”
Kitty blushed a bit, not sure of what to answer.
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