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Freebies Vol. 66: Dress to Impress Edition!

By Danath

Characters © Maloo

The rapid-fire of the camera shutters kept a certain constant pace throughout the course of the evening as the city's well-heeled turned out for a gala benefit. Every guest arrived via a long and sleek black limo or other suitably impressive method of road transportation, which would smoothly deposit the valuable cargo within onto a plush red velvet carpet. Arm-in-arm, various couples representing the city's noblesse took the stairs into the halls of the new "Cast in Concrete" exhibit. Tonight's event was a black-tie affair costing many tens of thousands of dollars a head.

The dresses shimmered, the tuxedos looked sharp, and the night appeared to go smooth, as the hall filled and the final few guests arrived, leaving the paparazzi glancing ever so often at their watches.

Until near the very end, with only a few cars left before the kick-off, when a massive SUV arrived. Eight-wheeled, pitch black, with dark tint on the windows, it looked like it would be more at home escorting a celebrity, not carrying one.

"I told you arriving at the end was a bad idea," Maloo complained.

Inside the SUV, the enormous cougar occupied most of the bench-style backseat. She had to lean over at a slightly awkward angle and even then the side of her head pressed against the roof. A massive black tuxedo coat wrapped around the feline's shoulders, a custom job that took several weeks of work. A white ruffled shirt underneath strained at the outer swells of her chest to contain her considerable assets. In her current hunched over position, the cougar's breasts took up most of the middle bench seat in front of her.

To complicate matters, she had to spread her legs wide, putting strain on the extra-low, custom-built crotch of the black tuxedo pants. Even with the dramatic alterations, the outlines of her beach ball-sized testicles and a sheath as thick around as most people's hips showed up clear as day. Maloo grimaced as she saw the flashes of the cameras going off, wondering what it would do to her silhouette on the red carpet.

"Can't believe I let you convince me this was a good idea," Maloo grumbled.

A sleek black lioness with silvery gray headfur and matching silver fur around her muzzle, neck, and chest leaned over from the front passenger seat. A royal purple dress made from thousands and thousands of sequins clung to her shoulders by a pair of thin spaghetti straps. The dress hung low, accentuating her cleavage and hourglass hips - at least, it did when she wasn't twisting around in the front seat of the largest for-hire car she could find, trying to scold a reluctant cougar into attending a charity ball.

"You worry too much," she said. "Look, it's fine, everyone knows you anyways, and this gets the charity extra attention."

The lioness smiled wide, showing off all her white, pearly fangs.

"Besides, you owe me for that last time."

Maloo nodded, but rolled her eyes a moment later.

"One little slip-up and I never hear the end of it."

"Three waiters! Three!"

The lioness turned around and cracked open her door. "Coming?" she called over her shoulder to the cougar in the backseat.

The steady click of the cameras turned into a dull roar as the camera operators realized who'd just arrived. Sasha emerged first, a vision of elegance in her long draped gown. The purple piled around her feet, hanging smooth across her taut belly and showing only the occasional hint of naughtiness from between her legs. In the back, her tail waved slowly, a walking J-shape held just above the carpet, poking through a special cut in the gown.

Sasha smiled at the cameras and brushed her silver hair from her eyes before turning towards the back door.

"Come on!" she pantomimed to the black-tinted glass.

The door opened reluctantly and a massive golden paw extended out to the ground. Sasha nixed Maloo's size 42 sneakers and there was no way to get a pair of dress shoes on short notice.

The rest of the cougar followed, though not without some embarrassing squirming as her chest got stuck in the door frame, leading to Sasha awkwardly reaching through the middle door and pushing her all the way through.

Straightening herself out and standing fully upright, Maloo kept a stiff back as Sasha slipped her hand around the cougar's large elbow. Towering above the crowd at just over twelve feet tall, the golden-furred feline somehow stood out even more for wearing such traditional clothing. The cameras took picture after picture of the pair, with Sasha obviously enjoying the attention much more than the cougar, who trailed a half-step (for her) behind the shorter lioness, who herself could be considered a giantess at just under nine feet. The paparazzi accentuated their sizes when they had to stand on tip-toes and hold their cameras over their heads to try to get a shot of their faces around the swells of their chests.

If the reception from the paparazzi was one of sheer curiosity, the reception from the other guests at the gala was even more intense. Maloo could feel eyes on her from every direction as she crouched under the stone door frame and into the art gallery itself. Her heavy paws were, fortunately, muffled by the thick marble floors, and the stone felt surprisingly cool and pleasant on her pads.

The lioness at her said nudged her and smiled up. "Check it out - even the mayor is here tonight."

Maloo groaned. "What exactly is this? I thought it was just a fancy party!"

Sasha purred and pressed her arm more fully around the cougar's arm. "It is, and I got free tickets on the express condition we both attend, and the food is going to be amazing, so hush."

Maloo perked her ears forward. "Wait, that we both attend?"

Sasha shrugged. "Ooh, look!"

The lioness pointed across the room, where the exhibit began, past the milling crowd of well-to-do socialites, politicians, and business leaders. Vast concrete sculptures rose from the floors, all pure white, formed into various swirls and loops and other geometric oddities, with some appearing to defy gravity altogether. Sasha and Maloo moved through the crowd slowly, though most people got out of the way very quickly when they saw the twelve-foot-tall and nine-foot-tall felines approaching.

At twice the height of the average attendee, Maloo knew she was a spectacle, but hoped it wouldn't distract from the charity's message. Sasha seemed less concerned and eagerly examined several of the sculptures.

A cough at her side drew Maloo's attention. A waiter holding a silver tray lifted it up over his head. Maloo grinned when she saw the impromptu champagne glass they'd made for her: a large glass vase that looked glued to a glass candelabra. Grateful, the cougar picked it up - to the relief of the struggling raccoon holding the heavy tray - and took a sip.

Sasha, meanwhile, found a young heiress to chat up about the artwork since Maloo was lacking in the appreciation of cement sculpture at the moment. The cougar glanced around, trying to blend in despite her near-comical size. Her right ear perked as she heard Sasha talking to the pretty rabbit in a white gown with blue beading on the trim.

"Yes, we got our clothes specially designed and tailored! Uh huh, you're right, they do fit wonderfully, don't they?"

A pause, then words that struck Maloo to her core.

"Oh, the label? I don't remember, somebody new, I think. The person on the phone said they specialized in large sizes. Let me see... oh, that's right - DanathCo Tailoring Company!"

Maloo turned around so quickly that the undersides of her tuxedo-clad chest buzzed the top of a nearby mouse, who's toupee landed a few feet away, blown clear off by the gust of wind the cougar generated.

"What?" she hissed, eyes wide, staring at Sasha. "Who made these clothes?"

Sasha shrugged. "Is it important? Really, Maloo, you should relax and enjoy yourself! Go say hello to someone you recognize and tell them you're a fan or something. Honestly, you never relax when you're out in public and right now there nothing to..."

Sasha's eyes narrowed. Maloo's breathing grew faster, more rapid, and the large feline's tail twitched with an unmistakable energy.

"Why is it important who made the clothes, Maloo?"

The cougar groaned as the glossy tuxedo pants around her hips pulled extra tight. The unmistakable outline of a dong almost three solid feet across pressed outwards, dangerously tenting the fabric.

"Oh, come on... Maloo!"

The cougar's rapid breathing grew louder as her moaning intensified. Soon the whole hall could hear her as her clothes stretched tighter and tighter, penning her in. Soon her tuxedo coat, which fit so well when she entered the hall, clung to her arms and lifted up from her waist, clearly several sizes too small now. More of the feline's golden belly fur came into view as the ruffled shirt also pulled away. Curiously, though, the fabric never broke. There was no obvious strain on the seams or tearing in any way. In fact, as the cougar's chest grew from merely ridiculous to outright demented, somehow the shirt managed to stretch enough to stay on, keeping her clothed, though somehow even more lewd for it.

Sasha quickly tried to usher the cougar away from the crowd, which was backing off from both of them as the shivering feline tottered towards the back hallway, with Sasha casting apologetic glances behind them as they went.

"Very strange," one socialite commented.

The rabbit in the white and blue dress perked her ears, wondering just what had seized the cougar up.

In the back hallway, Sasha managed to find an unoccupied bathroom and stuffed the cougar inside. Maloo fell onto her rump on the tiles, growling and moaning, clutching at her breasts and squeezing them together. Her thighs, put together the size of a small car, pressed up against her heavy testicles, which stretched outwards, almost half again as big as they were originally. Maloo grunted as the first twitches signified what Sasha knew was next: pre-cum.

"Okay, well, when you're over whatever this is, let me know, okay?"

The lioness closed the door and sighed. Some people just didn't know how to act in public.

On her way back to the party, Sasha passed the rabbit, who stopped her and asked about the trouble earlier.

"Oh, it was nothing, just a problem with, uh, the fit of her trousers," Sasha said. "No need to worry!"

The tall lioness merged into the crowd, elegant and sleek in her purple gown despite her height, and resumed enjoying her night.

The rabbit, meanwhile, walked down the hallway, ears straight up, listening for any sounds. And what sounds did she hear.

The grunts and moans from the bathroom could have come from two or three people at once. Curiosity raged, urging the petite black and brown rabbit to peek - just a peek - at the scene inside.

Her jaw dropped as she cracked open the door. Maloo, on her back, both hands mashed against her maleness, currently arcing into the air, pushing through the open fly of the tuxedo pants. The fabric remained wrapped around her oversized balls, while a river of precum poured from the tip, gurgling down the length and pooling between her thighs, before drizzling to the floor and into the drain. The cougar's breasts hung over her lap, over her arms, making it hard for the feline to see her oversized erection at all. The white ruffled tuxedo shirt somehow remained wrapped around the orbs, hugging them and lifting them, squeezing the hard nipples poking out against it. Maloo groaned with arousal, still growing as the rabbit watched, gazing, unable to look away, and feeling quite a lot of new feelings deep in the pit of her stomach.

A paw pushed between her shoulders. The rabbit cried out and whirled around, but was already off balance and saw only a flash of black-and-orange fur pull back through the door before it locked shut with a click.

The rabbit tumbled on her high heels and fell backwards, landing with a soft thud against the cougar's roiling testicles.

Maloo cried out, gasping and pumping her hips. The shocked rabbit clung onto the fabric as she was lifted into the air and flipped head over heels, landing face first into the throbbing stalk, now wider and taller than she was. She reached out automatically, holding on, legs akimbo, as the cougar's hips shivered with amplified pleasure at the touch.

"Who... who're you?" Maloo gasped, her voice edged with need.

"Uh... we met at the party," the rabbit said. "I'm Dolly, in the white dress?"

The rabbit tried to say more, but the cougar's overwhelming, masculine musk made it hard to think. From outside, through the crack in the door, she'd only whiffed it. Now, it was everywhere, strong and powerful, filling her lungs and increasing the fire in her belly.

"Nice... to meet you," Maloo groaned. "I hope you're here... to help!"

Dolly tilted her head back, looking at the magnificent spire of maleness towering above her, drizzling thick pre-cum by the gallon, most of which was now running through her own clothes.

"I... ooh, I am!" Dolly said, struggling to talk as the musk filled her muzzle with every breath.

Two massive paws swept around, wrapping around not just the base of the cougar's shaft, where it protruded from her stretched tuxedo pants, but around the entire body of the mere 5-foot-tall rabbit as well. Dress and all, Maloo pulled her in close, squishing her into the underside of her length, burying her in the warm, pulsing urethra, and pulled her up, until she felt the wriggling bunny's hips against her tip, then down. Judging by the moaning gasps of the hare in her fingers, Maloo was doing good. And it felt good, too, as the nearly sixteen-foot-tall giant of a feline pleasured herself with a renewed energy.

The harder she went the slower she grew. Through a haze of lust and eager thrusting, she put the dots together. That's how to stop it. She had to... to...

Passion seized the cougar's arms, stiffening her body and seizing up her grasp. Her cock moved as her hands kept still, keeping the writhing, cum-soaked rabbit in place as her giant shaft slid along her over and over and over and over until the pleasure grew to be too much.

Out in the party, the crowd stopped and turned as one as they heard the roar. It was deep, booming, massive, shaking the floor and walls and even the oversized concrete sculptures making up the display. The roar continued for a good thirty seconds, during which nobody moved, though the corners of Sasha's muzzle turned down after a few moments.

By the time the roar concluded, Sasha was on her way up the stairs, two at a time, until she got to the balcony level. She leaned over the handrail, watching the crowd below, and turned to another party-goer also on the concourse.

"Hey, watch this."

Moments after the roar concluded, there was a curious noise, like someone left a sink on. A bang, and another bang echoed down the hallway, followed by the door to the bathroom riding a tidal wave of pungent white cougar seed.

The flood engulfed the entire audience, sweeping even the largest party-goers off their feet and down the stairs past the columns at the entrance, depositing the city's richest, most famous, and most well-dressed in puddles of cougar-cum in the middle of the street.

Only a few trickles came out later, in small waves, as the paparazzi desperately pulled out their cameras, photographing everyone and everything and wondering all the while if a single shot would be printable.

Back in the bathroom, Maloo sagged against the wall. Her clothes were remarkably dry and unscathed. The fit was back to perfect, though Maloo could tell she was still much larger all around than she'd been at the start of the night. The rabbit lay slumped across her thighs, and when the small lapine body rolled over, Maloo saw the socialite got something else besides a near-drowning from their encounter: a heavy male shaft hung between her legs, wrapped around by the drenched fabric of her dress. The rabbit's gown was especially tight around her chest, now many cup sizes larger than before.

Maloo made an "Oh, shit!" face before carefully squeezing her way back into the hallway, where she could hear confused shouts and screams from outside. Sasha sauntered up, carefully treading on the slick, wet marble in her bare feet - her expensive shoes hung from a single finger over her shoulder.

"Back exit again?" Sasha said, sighing.

"It's not my fault! You were the one who got the clothes!"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "I can't take you anywhere. Well, maybe this will convince the mayor of the need for facilities for his larger citizens at last, anyways."

Maloo tugged her tuxedo jacket into place. How it managed to clean itself in so short a time, she didn't know, but she looked none the worse for wear, save a mussed-up haircut, as she carefully exited the art gallery through the back hallways, where their car waited. Sasha ended up walking halfway around the building to get in behind Maloo, who'd gotten herself stuck.

"I told you it's not my fault!" the cougar said, complaining as the muscular black-furred lioness shoved on the other cat's oversized breasts first, then worked on the floor-dragging testicles, all of which were still somehow wrapped up in the fanciest of tuxedos.

"You always say that, and yet it's always you getting massive and shooting a load off somewhere inappropriate," Sasha said, grunting as she squeezed her shoulder against Maloo's left nut. The heavy orb weighed several hundred pounds and was half the height of the lion. Plus, the slippery fabric made it hard to get a good grip.

With a lurch, Maloo managed to free herself. Inside the car, on the back seat, a small orange card with black text waited along with an oversized bottle of champagne.

On the card, the text spelled out a simple message:

"Thanks for your support and come again soon! - DCTC"

Both bottle and note flew out the window as the massive SUV pulled away, suspension groaning in protest all the while.