The darkness of the alleyway enveloped me as I made my way through, the only light coming from a dim streetlamp at the end of the block. It was late, and the streets were empty. I had been out looking for some entertainment, something to take my mind off of the mundane routine of my daily life.
And that's when I saw him. A small, fluffy figure huddled in the corner of the alley, eyes wide with fear. As I approached, I saw that it was a catboy, trembling in the shadows. I couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I taunted, cracking my knuckles. "A little kitty all alone?"
The catboy whimpered, trying to make himself smaller. I laughed, finding his fear amusing. I pounced, landing a series of playful punches to his soft belly. He let out a pained "meow," but I could tell he wasn't seriously hurt.
I straddled his chest, my weight pressing down on him. He gasped for air, but I didn't let up. "You're so squishy," I said, grinning. "It's like sitting on a cloud."
I leaned down, my ass hovering over his face. I could feel his breath against my skin. I chuckled. "I bet you'd love to lick my boots clean, wouldn't you?" I taunted, grinding my ass against his face. I heard a muffled "no" but I ignored it.
I lifted myself up, standing on his chest. I could see the fear in his eyes, but also a hint of arousal. I rolled my eyes. "Pathetic," I muttered, before sitting back down, this time with my bare ass on his face.
I heard crunching noises as I pressed down, cutting off his air supply. He squirmed beneath me, but I didn't let up. I felt a rush of power as I asphyxiated him, his struggles becoming weaker and weaker.
Finally, he went still. I stood up, checking his pulse. He was dead. I felt a twinge of guilt, but quickly shook it off. It was just a bit of fun.
I unzipped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear. I started to masturbate, my arousal building as I thought about what I'd just done. I finished, my orgasm intense and satisfying. I looked down at the catboy's lifeless body, and felt a sudden urge.
I squatted, peeing on his corpse. It was a small act of defiance, a way to mark my territory. I zipped up my pants, feeling satisfied and a little bit guilty. But I pushed the guilt aside. After all, it's just a game.
As I walked away from the alley, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I had never done anything like that before. It was dangerous, yes, but also thrilling. I couldn't wait to see what the next night would bring.
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