Ailuros - God of Cats and Bad Luck.

Spot the dog looked longingly towards the clock on the office wall. It had been a long day for the dog accountant, and his tail was positively wagging in anticipation to get out of there. When the hand of the clock finally signalled the end of his final hour, he literally lept from his chair with a big smile and his tounge lolling out. He instantly rushed towards the door, draping his dog jacket over him as he went.

"Arf, woof, woof." His dog manager told him as he passed.

"Woof woof." Spot answered back as he got up on his hind legs so that his front paws could work the door handle. Exiting the building, he quickly got into the driver seat of his dogmobile and sped towards his doghouse. It was a short drive and he pulled up into his driveway in no time. A quick stop to open his front door and he was finally back in his doggy home.

Shaking off his dog clothes, Spot settled into the couch and pawed at the TV remote. Eventually the TV turned on. It showed a poodle behind a desk looking directly into camera. The top right corner displayed the Doggy News logo.

"Arf, arf. Woof." The newscaster dog said, briefing viewers on all the top stories. "Woof, woof, woof. Arf arf arf."

"Auuu," Spot whimpered. He was sick of all the politics in the dog news lately. He was about to change channel when the newscaster put a paw to her fluffy ear. It looked as if she just received a message from her dog earpiece.

"Arf! Ruff ruff, arf!" The poodle said seriously, informing viewers that they just received a breaking news story. "Arf woof."

The image changed to show a new dog - the station's dog reporter in the field. "Bow wow," he greeted. "Arf, woof, ruff ruff!" he gestured behind him, the camera following to give the viewer a better view.

Spot watched in amazement at his TV-screen. The image showed a gigantic, humongous, planetary humanoid dwarfing all of Dog Town. The creature looked to be standing incredibly far away like the sun itself. But unlike the sun, its head covered the entire horizon.

The only parts visible were neck up, the rest of its body hidden by the curvature of the earth. It had a feminine-looking human face with pitch black skin, straight black hair and a pair of sharp, black and fluffy cat ears.

"MONgrels! Your RECKonING is AT HAnd. IT is time FOR YOU to PAY for your sins and the SINS of your FOREfathers!" The giant's voice boomed in an otherworldly low voice.

Spot flinched as he heard the same sound outside the window as from the TV. Throwing on some dog pants and a dog t-shirt, he ran out of his dog house. There he saw the titan from the TV clearly visible in the sky above the city.

"REPent as I UNLEASH upON you the BLACK CAT PLaGUE! NYA-haHAhaHAhaHA."

In an instance, the previously clear sky darkened. But what followed was not rain. Spot watched as dark furred, four legged creatures - black cats - fell from the sky all around him. It seemed as if they would all chrash violently to the ground, but somehow they all landed on their feet. Afterwards they continued on their way as if nothing happened.

"Arf, arf!" Spot barked nervously at one of the cats as it landed directly atop his dogmobile. The cat simply stared at him, yawned and continued on lazily. Crossing his path.

Spot started running after the intruding cat only for his hastily equipped dog pants to fall down his hind legs. Spot stumbled over himself, the cat taking the opportunity to leave.

Spot jumped back into his dog pants just as his phone started ringing. Pulling it out using his mouth, it took him a couple of tries before his snout unlocked it and answered the call. "Bow wow." he greeted.

"Bow wow." He recognised the voice of his dog manager. "Arf arf woof. Ruff ruff arf! Arf arf!" (click, beep, beep beep).

Spot's tail fell limp between his legs He couldn't believe it. His dog manager had just fired him for poor dog accountant performance! How could this have happened?

He ran inside the doghouse. The dog newscaster was still on the TV. "Ruff ruff, arf!" Apperently huge misfortunes were happening all over Dog World. Images of different news stories flashed across the screen. The dog football team just lost the dog world cup. The dog stockmarket was down 500%. Dog Chernobyl was just reported to have suffered a dog nuclear meltdown. Dogdog even announced he had become dog impotent.

Bad luck seemed to hit everywhere and everyone in the dog world. And the black cats seemed to be the cause. One even made its way into the news station, as it could be seen passing the camera lens. The dog cameraworkers could be heard scrambling in the background to catch the cat. The dog newscaster stood up to help, only for her dog clothes to rip open, leaving her naked on live dog news. Shortly after the screen turned to black.

Spot couldn't comprehend what was happening. Then it hit him. His dog wife. He had to call her and check that she was ok.

Struggling to plug in the number, he eventually heard her voice. "Bow wow."

"Woof!" Spot was so happy she was ok.

"Arf, arf! Ruf ruf woof!" (click, beep beep beep)

Spot was speechless. His dog wife just filed for divorce! And she was taking all the dog money and the doghouse!

Panicked, Spot turned to the window only to see a black cat smirking at him, having just passed him. Falling to his dog knees, Spot let out a defeated "Auuuuuu!"

"Nya-hahaha! Tremble before me, citizens of Dog World! "Ailuros, the god of cats and bad luck, laughed. Her voice sounded much more high-pitched and cute than what it did for the dogs a billion times smaller than her.

The goddess was lazing about in her throneroom. Her incredibly long legs were up on the armrest of her golden throne. That meant every inch of devine black skin below her thighs were bared curtesy of her short gloden toga.

A ball of yarn floated in front of the throne. It contorted into shapes at intervals, the string forming images of dogs devestated by misfortunes. The sight brought another fit of maniacal laughter from the goddess's mostly human face "Nya-hahaha!" Her pointy cat ears perked happily, as did her long black cat tail.

The throneroom was built in yellowish stone. Hieroglyphs and images of ancient civilization were carved into the walls. Two parallel rows of cat statues functioned as pillars. They led from the elevated throne on one side of the room to the doorless entrance at the other.

Without warning, a woman ran into the room, disturbing Ailuros's fun. The woman wore a white dress similar to a toga and had several braclets running up her arm. Her straight shoulder length hair framed what could be mistaken as a a heavenly face. Her beauty was such that it almost seemed to illuminate the room. She gave a brief bow before saying, "Ailuros, an urgent matter has arisen. Cerberus has-"

"Stop! Cleopatra, what have I told you about interrupting me in my work? And did no one ever teach you to knock before entering a room?"

Cleopatra did another, deeper bow. With her head lowered from view she rolled her pretty eyes. "Apologies, great Ailuros. You ordered me to inform you of important news, and the throne room has no door so I-

"Shhh! Zip it." Ailuros lifted her pitch black legs off the throne. The straps of her golden, high heeled tie leg sandals squished her skin from her ankles to her calfs.

Standing up, her traffic halting legs accounted for most of her height. They ended in a bubbly butt that then slimmed into a waist so thin and sleek it would seem anorectic on anyone but a cat goddess. Her chest was similarly petite, but her boobs seemed much more prominent than they actually were because of her body shape. She was very tall, which allowed her to get a good look of the bowing sevant.

Cleopatra had once been the ruler of a nation. Ailuros had been her pet back when she was just a regular black cat. At the time, everyone went on and on about the 'beautiful Cleopatra,' the 'majestic Cleopatra, the 'dignified Cleopatra'. People went so far in their fawning that they even started calling her the daughter of the gods.

Suffice to say, it pissed Ailuros off. So when the cat finally died and ascended to a higher form of being, she decided to bring Cleopatra with her as her pet. The irony was sweeter than milk.

"I do not enjoy my pets talking back to me, Cleopatra."

Cleopatra continued to bow straight ahead as Ailuros walked down the stairs of her throne, ending slightly to the left of Cleopatra. Ailuros then began moving slowly towards Cleopatra's right. She was moving casually, but her gate seemed to naturally resemble that of a catwalk, her tail moving back and forth in tandem with her rolling hips. "I especially don't want to hear it from a klutz like you."

She was about to cross Cleopatra's path when the servant did a quick side step - never leaving her bowing posture. "Yes, Ailuros. I will be more careful from now on."

Ailuros's cat-like eyes narrowed. "That's good. Can't be to careful with a KLUTZ like you." She took another step forward.

Cleopatra quickly did another sidestep. "Indeed. Now about my original message-"

Ailuros hissed silently under her breath. One of her sharp cat teeth always protruded from her lip, and you could therefore easily tell she was grinding her teeth. "Pet! Stand still when adressing me!"

Cleopatra sighed "Yes, Ailuros..."

Ailuros cleared her throat. "Now, I will allow you to deliver your message. Try not to mess it up. Though I know that's difficult for a KLUTZ LIKE YOU." With that, Ailuros took a determined step forward, successfully crossing Cleopatra's path.

Cleopatra steeled herself. "I came here to tell you that Cereberus just messaged us. He is acusing you of attacking one of the worlds under his protection. He says that- Ah!"

A strong draft entered the room. It seemed unlikely, considering they were deep inside a palace, but it nonetheless caused Cleopatra's toga to flare up, revealing her tanned thighs and perfectly hairless pussy. There was no culture for women's underwear back in her home country of Egypt, so she always went commando.

Cleopatra's toned thighs had been legendary back in her world, the envy of every woman in the nation. And her wide hips were just as spectacular, many calling them godly.

And now they were competely bared, the previously-queen's body indecently exposed for her previously-pet-cat to look and laugh at.

"Nya-hahah! Control yourself, Cleopatra. I know you haven't been queen for a while, but flashing is indecent even for a peasant."

Cleopatra's perfect face turned a delicious shade of red. She was always incredibly prudish about her body, a fact that made tormenting her all the more delightful for Ailuros.

"Apologies!" Cleopatra quickly **** the front of her toga down. This caused the continued wind to flare up the back even more, but that didn't matter right now. Cleopatra was incredibly embarrassed, but at least she had only been exposed to her master, and at least she had not exposed her butt.

"Greetings! I, Julius Caesar, am here, and I have brought you-" the man who just entered choked on his words. It was Julius, another one of Ailuros's servants. Cleopatra had known him as a general and head of another nation back when she ruled Egypt (Ailuros had a preference for servants who used to be big shots.) Back then, Julius would constantly hit on her. At the time she enjoyed leading him on to gain political favour, but she'd never actually shown him as much as a bare shoulder.

Until now.

Now he entered the throneroom to find Cleopatra's huge, jiggly, fat-filled ass cheeks out in the open. Her butt was so bouncy that just the **** of the wind sent slight waves coursing through its juicy flesh.

Cleopatra was so shocked that the thought of covering herself never hit. Caesar was equally shocked. He stared, his brain trying to make sense of the lovecraftian level of perfect booty in front of him.

Eventually he broke the silence, "Ahem, I, Julius Caesar, will... come back with this later."

Just as he left, the unexpected wind died down. Then Cleopatra was snapped out of her shock by her master's smug voice "I don't have all day, klutz." She tapped a petite foot impatiently.

Cleopatra collected herself. "Yes, I was saying that- Ah!"

In another incredibly unfortunate turn of events, a strap from Cleopatra's sandal had somehow hooked into her toga. Despite her standing still, this got her off balance, causing her to stumble forward mid sentence. She almost crashed into Ailuros, but fell on her face just moments before.

She very literally faceplanted, crashing directly atop Ailuros's feet. Her lips in particular aligned perfectly with her master's open toed sandals. Cleopatra's mouth had been too busy screaming to close itself, and so, through incredible happenstance, she found herself gagged by a set of godly toes.

The first thing that hit Cleopatra was the taste - more sweet than sweaty.

Second, she felt the texture - smooth onyx skin contrasted by coarse, gold-painted toenails, likely made coarse by nail polish utilising real gold dust.

Thirdly she was hit by the realisation - how incredibly degrading of a position this was for a former queen to be in.

"Nya-ha. Cleopatra, please, stop the groveling. You're embarrassing yourself." Ailuros laughed down at the woman at the bottom of her perfect legs.

Cleopatra immediately attempted to get up, but found her hair had gotten tangled in the straps on Ailuros's sandals. Any attempt at pulling her face away from the goddess's feet caused intese pain, and so she was unable to move.

What's worse, Cleopatra, in her hurry to get away, had attempted to push herself up by her arms. When she realised that doing so caused her pain, she instinctively shot her arms out. One of her bracelets had then hooked onto the hem of her dress and ripped it open. Ancient Egyptians had no culture for wearing bras either, and so she found herself topless.

Even Ailuros gaped as the two royal milkers bounced free. Back when she was a cat, she heard that Cleopatra took regular baths in pure milk. Ailuros had always assumed this was a form of skin care. It now appeared more likely that the purpose of the baths were to fill her chest with as much milk as possible. Two round, succulent orbs jiggled, no, SLOSHED around, as any form of coverage left them.

Ailuros found her own tounge leave her mouth as a strong urge to drink milk hit her. That was quickly replaced by jealousy and disdain at her servant's superior attributes.

Cleopatra for her part only felt an intense panic. There was no way this sitiuation could get any worse...

"Greetings. I, Julius Caesar, have returned once again to finally deliver the-" Caesar once again entered the room only to find Cleopatra at the bottom of Ailuros's long legs, smooching the goddess's toes with her perfect tits hanging out to air. "Ahem, I, Julius Caesar, will just... leave this here." So saying, he left a letter at the doorstep and walked away.

Cleopatra changed color then. She tried desperately to free her hair, which only resulted in her getting tangled even tighter.

Ailuros was also getting fed up with things. "Ok, this was fun, but I don't have all day, pet. Would you stop fooling around and start explaining what you thought was so important you had to interrupt my fun."

"Pwease. I'm swuck." Cleopatra gestured to her hair as best she could given her position.

"Oh, right." Ailuros made a 'I forgot' gesture' and snapped her fingers. Suddenly Cleopatra could feel her hair untie itself. Another snap and she found herself telported back at her feet, standing at attention. She tried to cover her tits with her arms, but found they were glued to her sides. "So, you said something, something, Cereberus?"

Cleopatra was going to ask permission to cover herself, but realised there was no point. With a sigh, she conveyed her message, trying not to think of how her nipples were hardening from exposure to air. "Yes, Ailuros. Cereberus, the demon dog, has declared war. He claims you have unleashed devastation upon Dog World, his most precious dominion . If you don't clear the misunderstanding he will come here personally to engulf us all in hellfire."

Ailuros wore a bored expression throughout the explanation. "So?"

Cleopatra blinked. "So? You must explain to him that you would never attack any dog in his territory before it's too late."

Ailuros waved a hand and a ball of yarn floated over to the two. "Show me Dog World," she said at the ball.

The yarn then contorted into images of Dog World. Specifically it showed that dog Hitler had just been elected and was preparing for war.

"What did you do!" Cleopatra shouted, the sudden exhale causing her melons to heave.

Ailuros was to engrossed by watching the delightful misfortunes displayed by her yarn to pay her servant much mind. "Of course I attacked that cursed planet. It is a breeding ground for disgusting -ugh- dogs." She almost gagged just saying the word.

Cleopatra didn't share her master's attitude. "You have to fix this. Cerberus will destroy everything!"

Ailuros shrugged. "So?"

"What do you mean, 'so'?"

"Let's say Cerberus cares enough about his puppies to drag his sorry butt over here. Even if he was able to actually kill me - which I doubt - I'd literally just be reborn as a stronger god. He'd be doing me a favour."

This was true. Ailuros had already died seven times, each time reincarnating as a stronger being. Dying again would likely make her as strong as the greater gods.

Cleopatra was not appeased "But what about us servants? We can't reincarnate from hellfire."

"No problem. Making new servants is actually pretty easy."

To demonstrate she snapped her fingers. A man with a quill and paper spawned from nothing. "To be or not to be. That is the-"

Another snap and he disappeared, replaced by another, much older guy. "We're going to build a wall!"

Snap. This time a songstress in an outfit reminiscent of what they wore in Egypt, only way sluttier. "Hey, woman. Let me be your woman. Woman, woman, woman!"

Snap. She was gone. "That last one was actually pretty on brand for me, so I might actually create her for real after Cereberus roasts this place."

Cleopatra couldn't believe her ears. "But what about-"

"Shhhh." Ailuros placed a finger on Cleopatra's lips. "I'm off to send another plague on Dog World. When I'm back I'm expecting to find you gone and my throne polished. Understood? Good."

"Wai-" Cleopatra couldn't even protest before the goddess snapped her fingers and disappeared. She was left completely alone in the throne room.

This was terrible. If she couldn't convince Ailuros to change her mind, Cereberus would incinerate every single mortal soul in this place. Cleopatra paced back and forth. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even remember that she could cover up her tits now.

Coming up blank, the dismayed servant was about to leave the room when she saw a letter lying in the entrance. The one Julius had brought. Curious, she opened it.

"Hear me, servant of Ailuros!" The characters in the letter consited of flames, not ink. They appeared gradually as Cleopatra read. "Your master has committed great sins. If you stand by her side, you will be punished! I give you with this the opportunity to make things right. In this letter lies the weakness of all cats. Show it to the pussy god and she will be yours to command. I give you three days. Have you not made right her wrongs by then, you will all BURN!!!"

With that, the entire letter went up in flames. In its wake was a small rod with a string attached to its end. The other end of the string held a bundle of green herbs. Into the rod there was engraved a word

"Ca-tnip?" Cleopatra looked at the thing questioningly. If this could really control Ailuros she wouldn't hesitate. But would it work?

Cleopatra had no time to worry about that, as soon after, Ailuros reappeared in the room. "Nya-hahahha. Stupid dogs." She halted when she saw Cleopatra. "Hey, you're still here? Didn't I tell you to scram?"

Cleopatra didn't know what to do, so she simply held out the rod and hoped. "Please look at this."

"Look at what? Ailuros was confused as to what she was looking at. "Is that supposed to impress me?" The woman's nose twitched slightly as she noticed the aroma coming off the herbs dangling from the string. "Hey, that smells... gooood."

Ailuros pupils visibly dilated. Her body slackened as all her attention was caught by the dangling plant. "Meoooow..."

"Ailuros? Ailuros. Hello?" Cleopatra awaited a response for what felt like an eternity. All she received in return was an occasional meow. When it became clear that Ailuros was completely entranced, the human exploded in happiness.

"Hahaha, YES! You finally did it. You finally fucked up, wretched god!" Cleopatra hesitated slightly after the words escaped her mouth. When all she received in reaponse was a harmeless meow, she became even more bold.

"Finally I can pay you back for all the humiliation. Finally I can be queen again! Hahaha!" Cleopatra laughed at the cat goddess who continued to stare dumbly into nothing.

Remembering what the letter had said, Cleopatra tried giving an order. "OK, ****. I think you should start by fixing my clothes since you so rudely ruined them."

Despite the order, Ailuros didn't move a muscle. Simply continuing to stare at the catnip.

"Helloooo. Earth to ****? I said you will fix my toga." Nothing. Cleopatra grew frustrated. Maybe she said it wrong.

"Fix my clothes." She tried snapping her fingers while talking. "You will fix my clothes. You may fix my dress. My toga needs fixing. You really want to fix my toga. You would love to make my clothes better than ever." No reponse.

Cleopatra grew nervous now. The letter had claimed she would be able to control Ailuros. If that was not the case that made things much more difficult. How could she hope to defeat dog Hitler without her master's powers?

"Dammit! Kiss my ass, ****. Why do you make this so hard!" Cleopatra walked behind Ailuros and slapped the cat goddess's butt to let out some anger.

Ailuros didn't react at all to the slap itself, however; when Cleopatra moved she also moved the catnip out of the goddess's field of vision.

Instantly her pupils returned to normal.

"What are you doing, pet?" Ailuros questioned, seeing her servant stand extremely close to her all of a sudden. For some reason her butt stung a little too, which was odd.

"Oh, um, nothing." Cleopatra hid the rod behind her back like a child.

Ailuros cat like eyes felt as if they were staring into Cleopatra's soul "You know, you've been awfully unruly today. What's gotten into you?"

Cleopatra felt sweat forming on her brow. She bowed her head in an attempt at hiding it. "Nothing fills my mind other than thoughts of serving you, oh great Ailuros."

"Suuuure." Ailuros definitely felt something was up, but she couldn't spend her time supervising one measly servant. "Whatever. I have better things to do than questioning your weirdness."

Cleopatra let out a relieved sigh. "Of course, Ailuros. Don't let me disturb you."

"You better not. Now how would you like your toga?"

"My what?" Cleopatra nearly choked on her breath.

"Your toga, you know, the one that needs fixing." Ailuros looked questioningly at Cleopatra.

"And you're saying you want to..."

"Fix your toga, yes, obviously. I really want to fix your clothes. How's this?" Ailuros snapped her fingers and the ripped cloth seamlessly stiched back together. "Or maybe this." She added some golden seams to the design. "Is that right? I can't really remember how it looked."

"Yes, that's good, erm, thanks," Cleopatra said hesitantly. Her mind still hadn't caught up with the sitiuation.

"Yeah, whatever. Now turn around."

"What!" Cleopatra clutched the rod behind her back nervously. "Erm, why?"

Ailuros sighed "Because." she looked away with a displeased expression. "I need to kiss your ass."

A light bulb lit over Cleopatra's head. "Ohhhhh." She hid the rod with the catnip up her sleeve and turned around. "So the great Ailuros longs to put her lips to this humble servant's butt?"

Ailuros rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I certainly do not want to be anywhere near the fat rolls you call your butt. Unfortunately I have **** in this matter. Let's just get it over with."

Ailuros moved elegantly over to behind Cleopatra. She got down on her bare knees careful that her toga and tail were not in the way. Her mouth was still too high up, so she had to bend over slightly for her golden lips to be in the right position.

Ailuros closed her eyes and began leaning in when Cleopatra stopped her by pressing a finger to her lips. "Sorry, oh great Ailuros. I still don't quite follow. Could you really spell out the situation so this Klutz can understand?"

Ailuros ear twitched. "Are you braindead? I am kissing you ass, and you just have to stay there, obviously. Or at least I'm trying to. Now stop interrupting."

Cleopatra smirk widened. "Of course. Just wanted to hear you say it. Go ahead." She shimmied her rear in invitation.

Gritting her cat teeth, Ailuros pursed her lips and leaned in. Her nose was the first to press between the two cheeks hiding behind the fabric of the toga. Then followed her lips as they parted slightly only to close as they delivered a brief but convincing smooch. Ailuros's dark as night skin contrasted beautifully with the white of Cleopatra's dress. As she moved away, a golden lipstick mark was left where her lips had met fabrick.

"There. Glad that's over with." said Ailuros.

Cleopatra definitely seemed much more glad than Ailuros. The feeling of an all powerful god worshipping her butt. It was intoxicating. "You know, Ailuros. I thought you had to kiss my ass."

Ailuros scoffed "Watch your mouth. Not anymore, I don't. That will be the first and last time I ever kiss anyone's butt. You can quote me on that."

Cleopatra put a finger to her chin. "But you know, technically you just kissed the toga covering my butt. My ass is yet to be kissed by anyone."

Ailuros blinked. Then she groaned. "Dammit! Stick your butt back out."