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She looked kind of like a queen, reclining as she was, with a devoted worshipper between her rosette-clad thighs. Michael sort of expected things to be a little more casual than that when he first stepped through the door, but no, those two lovely ladies were already going at it. Mahiri was splayed out on the couch, her arms wide, her thighs gripping about that adorable hyena's head as Keedee found herself shoved deep in leopardess pussy. She made the most of the situation by sloppily applying her tongue, somehow still giggling as she did so. Mahiri soaked it all in, rumbling, occasionally giving a little flash of fang now and then. Neither of them paid any mind to the intruding lion at first. They were caught up in the moment, grinding, tasting, writhing together, totally naked, sending up the scents of sex as they got themselves warmed up for the mane event, so to speak. Michael couldn't help but break into a great big grin when they finally looked his way.

"Uh. Hi spotties. I guess you couldn't wait for me."

"And why should we do that?" Mahiri asked.

Her surprisingly firm tone threw him right off. He was left blinking behind his glasses, adjusting them in place of coming up with a proper reply. Finally, the leopard broke from that dominant, feisty act to just shoot him a grin right back. There was the Mahiri he knew, though he still couldn't help notice her eyes were extra shiny that particular evening. It was probably just the light.

"Hi Mike. Come in! And close the door, it's cold out there, geez!"

The air might have been chilly, but he was keeping plenty warm just to be in the same room with the two of them. Striding up the hall and into the living room proper, he gave his tufted tail a swish and tried not to get too flustered right away. Keedee withdrew her face from between Mahiri's thighs, her muzzle all smeared and sopping wet. He wasn't sure how much of that was leopard juices and how much was just all the drool she'd worked up in the process of so deeply tasting the horny cat. Her grin was the wildest of all, toothy and glistening as she hopped up from her spot to go retrieve her other feline guest.

"Michael! Hi! I didn't even notice you at first. Was kinda busy. Great instincts right? Anyway! I wanna try something!"

"Oh that's always a concerning thing to hear from you," he teased, but he was already casting aside his coat and unbuttoning his shirt in anticipation of the wildness to come.

With her already naked, wet, and bouncing up and down in front of him, now was definitely not the time for some sort of sexy striptease. Delaying his nudity was liable to get him bitten in all the excitement, and those hyena chompers hurt. Or maybe he'd get his clothes shredded, which was always an expensive consequence of toying with unconstrained forces of horny beyond his understanding. Soon he was shirtless, and he quickly set to hopping about, getting out of his pants as quickly as he could. Winter meant there were more layers to strip off, but thankfully Kee's patience held on for just long enough to let him get his cock out first before she threw herself at him. Though she did seem to be vibrating rather violently. He was always a little worried that someday she was just going to explode from excitement.

"Alright. What have you got? Leopard teaching you some new tricks?" He spoke while squeezing his shaft, as if it needed the help stirring to life while he laid such generous eyes upon the two naked beauties before him.

"Just stand a little more over ... no no, this way. Closer. Right at the middle of the room I guess actually." She waved her hands about, directing him like he was a plane coming in to land. "Perfect!"

He felt a little strange just standing there with a hard-on. Planting his hands on his hips, he fussed in her direction.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about or -"

"THIS!" came a shriek of her voice as she cackled with excitement, going from standing on the spot to charging forth with surprising speed. He managed to catch her crouching low for just a moment before she sprang up with tremendous force most unbecoming of a hyena. That was a proper feline pounce if ever he saw one. And he only got to see it for a moment before she crashed into his chest at full speed, throwing her whole body into bowling him over. He might have been twice her weight, but he still toppled, partly for just how unprepared he was for her to hit him like that.

They thunked down to the floor with her giggling away on top of him, sitting on his chest, grabbing him by the mane. Her eyes were lit up with true lunacy, and her whole body shuddered with that slightly haunting horny laughter of hers. She humped, she bucked, she wiggled her hips back and forth right in his face, letting him catch that scent he so loved. There was still something buried deep within him, some old instinct that never quite evolved out in more civilized times, that gave him such a reaction to sniffing at her. His body heated up, tense all over, whenever she was near. Mostly it just translated to wanting to fuck her brains out at any given moment, but right then, it looked like she was in charge. He was happy to entertain such a thing, at least for a little while. Reaching up, he patted her on the spotty butt and gave her an approving smile.

"Hey, that was pretty good! You'll make a good lion yet! Did Mahiri teach you?"

"Yeah! Kinda! No! It's all me! But also her!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! C'mere."

He reached up to clutch her by the hips, letting her slip and slide along his chest and smoosh up against his muzzle. Getting a mouth and noseful of her scent and flavour all at once was enough to send him rumbling in his deepest tones, spreading those pleasing vibrations right up her thighs and planted booty. Gripping her tight was the only way to keep her from wriggling her way right off of him. She might have been on top, smothering him in 'yena pussy, but he was still in control. Though it took effort. That damn cat had warmed her up so very much, leaving her in such a heated state that even he could barely handle her. She humped and bumped and rubbed her pussy all over his face, grinding, smearing, juicing up his lips as he did his best to lap up all that mess. It was a losing battle, emptying an ocean with a bucket, but that didn't bother him much. He was happy to get deeply drenched, saturated with her essence, and let it cling to his skin and fur while he shoved his slurper inside the noisy cutie, grinding out the cackles with the tingly texture of his tongue.

It didn't take long at all to send her from soaking, blazingly horny to trembling and shrieking with release. She bucked sharply against his face, thudding her cunt to his lips, then shook all over like she was being electrocuted. Her orgasms were truly something unhinged. There was so much silly chaotic energy packed into just one small hyena. She filled the room with the sound of whooping laughter, sounding like a whole pack of cacklers all by herself, erupting to a peak that he could feel coming in every contraction, every greedy squeeze of his tongue made as if she meant to keep it all for herself. There came that telltale clamp just before she squirted, making an utter mess out of his lovely mane, robbing him of just a little dignity by sticking it to his head under the sudden torrent of steamy hot pussy juices cascading across his fine, leonine features. Just bounced and shook and humped face over and over, thump thump thump, until she was finally drained, finally overtaken by the power of her own orgasm. If he hadn't been fast enough she would have clunked right to the floor, but he caught her just in time, taking her in his arms, returning a taste of her own horny as he smooched her on the lips.

"Kee, I never thought it was possible, but I think you're even hornier than usual. I probably don't even have to ask if you want me to fuck you when you've caught your breath."

"Fuck me noooowww," she whined, flopped over almost limp in his grasp, but still wriggling nonetheless like spotty little fish.

"You're gonna hurt yourself if you go too fast!" he warned her, but it certainly didn't stop him from laying her out on the rug and overtaking her with his muscular form.

She was swift to lock her legs around his waist, strapping herself in, refusing to let go. He could have pried her off if he really wanted, though she would have put up such a fuss. Instead, he let his cock press against her belly and the underside of her tits, giving a few jabs to grind on her. That resulted in her bucking her hips up, trying flailing her arms about, scratching at his back. He ended up having to take her by the wrists just to calm her down, pinning her as he throbbed in her soft fur, smearing precum across her belly as she thrashed with need.

"Noooo, do it, do it, aaaaaa ..."

She was barely even coherent anymore. He had to chuckle at her briefly, looking up to shoot a look at Mahiri. The leopardess sat as elegantly as could be, one leg crossed over the other, looking ever so queenly as she loomed over the scene, casting her silent, approving smile. What was with her? She had such an aura that evening. He could practically see her glowing, though he'd made that mistake before when the light caught her spots in just the right way. There were more important matters, like that whining, kicking, desperately horny 'yena struggling below. If he didn't annihilate her like she needed, and soon, she was probably going to die or something.

"God, you're a river, Kee ..." he grumbled as he finally slipped between her thighs, weighing over her form with his bulk, wrapping one arm beneath her shoulders to brace her for the solid thumping to come.

It wasn't the most complex of positions, but his options were limited given she would not let go of him. Pushing up against that trembling pussy, he felt her clench, felt her squeeze, as if she were trying to seize hold of his cock and steal it away right that moment. There was no sense tormenting her. He didn't have to tease her and get her in the mood, to say the least. He could indulge his most brutish of desires, to rear up and just shove inside her all at once without any warning at all. Snarling his way through that juicy-flinging penetration, he showed her teeth and she showed him hers, her jaws flopping open so she could let out the looniest of giggles. She kneaded all around him, holding his every inch, milking at him, practically daring him to cum inside her right that very moment, but he wasn't going to let her win like that. He was going to enjoy that flooded pussy first.

The leopardess remained a silent sentinel above the scene, considering it all carefully. It wasn't like her to not get in on the action at all. Maybe she was saving her energy. It didn't matter. Michael was content to fix his focus on that desperate hyena, to hold her and squeeze her and fuck her hard. He knew he could rut her as hard as he liked, could just throw all his weight and strength into slamming her slim body without fear of breaking her. Nothing ever did. No matter how harsh, even vicious he got with her, she cackled on and always came before he could even think of doing so. There he went, from zero to sixty, thundering in his throat as he showed her what it was really like to be fucked by a lion, rolling his mighty body in tawny waves as he plunged his dick into those squelching folds. Sometimes he almost had to laugh at just how noisy her pussy could get when she was at maximum horny. Which was most of the time, whenever he was around.

The whole room shook with that forceful slamfuck he launched into after just a few testing thrusts. Throwing himself into her, plapping, pounding, slapping his nuts against her backside, he refused to let up. There was no stopping for air, no taking it easy to make sure she was alright. He'd long since learned to abandon that habit, knowing just how much she could take. She dug her heels into his kidneys, fighting against his grip, holding him as tightly as she could possibly muster. Her legs were surprisingly strong for her slim form. Those thighs could really squeeze, and so could that slopping wet hyena cunt pulling up tight around his cock. He had to fight her just to fuck her, snarling in her face while he pumped his dick into her depths, squeezing the juices out of her, shooting that precum. It all compelled him into a frenzy, a flurry of aggressive lust that she soaked up with every stroke. Tighter, hotter, building, clenching, thudding her lovely form, rubbing against her to savour in the feeling of her bare fur on his even in the midst of that wild sex, he was close. So was she. He felt his lips curling back, scrunching up into an uncontrollable snarl, one much more feral than the more friendly ones he gave her earlier. She turned him into a beast, a savanna predator, and he wanted nothing more than to make her giggle herself silly, to cum herself numb while he fucked her and pumped her full of lion spunk until she overflowed.

She rocked and gripped him with her thighs so intensely that she almost ended up on top for a moment. He used his muscle to maintain his dominance over her, to rut her to oblivion and make her cum and scream for him. She shut her eyes tight, cackled herself to silence, and finally just whimpered her way through that orgasm as it seized hold of her every single nerve at once. He wouldn't let her wait. It was time, because he said so. Soon he had her erupting for him just as he filled her with his seed, cumming inside her without hesitation. Hotly, fiercely shooting into her womb, he kept his body rocking, grinding, rubbing it all out as he worked to keep that climax from taking over. It would have been easy to lose control, to shudder and groan and collapse atop her while his balls churned up tight, but he made sure to remain solid, powerful, to show off that lion might as they clenched together in a perfect steamy finish.

His cock felt slightly numb by the time he finally pulled it from her, after getting clenched on all through that release. She was tighter than ever, no matter how rough he got with her. A good drag of his semi-hard shaft along her belly smeared some jizz into her fur. She didn't mind. If she did, she was in no position to complain, with her eyes all glazed, her tongue flopped down the side of her mouth and touching the floor, and her whole spotty body a mess of juices, perspiration, and the general ravages and ruffling that came with a wild fuck like that. Looking over her, and the results of all his hard work, he couldn't help but feel himself firming up again. He was a lion, not some one and done chump. Of course he was ready for more. But maybe he had better give her pussy a break. Instead, he found himself easing over her, letting his cock thump down against her upper lip, stealing a kiss from her while she panted on his crotch.

"Just thought about how nice it would be to cum in your mouth. You don't mind, of course."

He said it like he was informing her, but it was true. One taste, and she snapped right out of her dazed state, perking up and reaching for his hips. There came that unusual strength again. It was enough to knock his squatting self off balance for a moment. She pushed against him and lunged into him, headbutting him in the belly, almost getting him somewhere much more sensitive. It was such a surprise from her that he humoured her, exaggeratedly toppling back, kicking his legs up in the air with a defeated groan. She got him. And she wasn't letting up, lunging after his fallen form to get her lips snug around the first few inches of his dick, slurping down it just like that. This time, he wasn't exaggerating when he let out a sudden, percussive moan, gasping out at the sudden suck that firmed him up in seconds. Recharged, hard, and ready to go was just the lion way, especially when he had such a lovely pair of hyena lips wrapped around his dick, paired pleasantly with a slobbery tongue that slipped right down to his balls for a little extra stimulation. She was latched on, a spotty little leech, still snickering away even if it came out muffled by his dick. He wasn't going to protest how feisty she was getting if it meant getting sucked dry such an eager mouth.

"Unnnnh, yeah, clean it off for me ..." he muttered, but trying to communicate with her when she was in the zone like that was pure folly. It was best to just let her work.

Running his fingers through her hair with one hand, bracing himself with the other planted firmly on the floor, he set to some more snarling as she bobbed and bounced and blew him hard. He could see her breasts wobbling up and down with the force of her sucking him off. All he could do to help was to tuck her lovely chocolate locks behind her ears as best he could and brace himself for all the sucking to come. She slurped, she squeezed, she pressed his dick to the roof of her mouth and then she swallowed without hesitation. It took a lot to gag a hyena, and a lion dick wasn't going to do it, no matter how hard it throbbed to pump into her warm gullet. That gulping force massaged the top half of his shaft, and her warm, wet mouth worked the rest, lips gliding up and down until she kissed his tip, only so schlurp right back down again and bottom out with her nose buried in a little darkened tuft of fur above the base of his cock,. She was a relentless sucking machine, glurking richly all around him, driving the heat into his shaft until he was tossing his maned head back with pleasure.

The urge to plant a free hand on the back of her head and fuck her face was a constant temptation, but maybe it was better not to interrupt her. She seemed to know what she was doing, to say the least. He let his expression betray his awe at how well she worked that mouth, suckling on him like she lived for his cum, like her only source of sustenance was a fresh load of lion spunk shooting straight down her throat. He felt her fingers digging into his hips, saw her planting her toes to brace herself for better lunches, practically headbutting him as she plowed her muzzle into his crotch, kissing tight to his balls with her lower lip before withdrawing and doing it again. Faster, wetter, she was desperate, depraved, demanding he cum in her mouth without needing to speak a word. Finally, he couldn't resist any more, and dug his fingers deep into her hair, snatching hold so he could plunge straight down her throat and give a few strokes, fucking that pretty muzzle until he felt himself blow for her. If she was going to be that needy, then he was happy to provide.

He almost got all the way to a roar for a moment, but maybe it was best not to bring the house down all at once. Instead, he just growled his way through orgasm, clenching his teeth tightly, shutting his eyes and letting the pleasure hit him all at once. It was a toe-curling, tail-lashing cumshot, one that had him coming close to pulling out a few locks of her lovely soft hair. He refrained from that, just holding on tightly, letting her drain his balls down her throat, listening to her gulping, guzzling. She sucked it down without pausing for breath, feasting on his seed, stuffing her belly full of it as he just kept on shooting, kept on creaming her face. There was of course plenty of pressure building that kept her from catching it all, letting it blow back over his body, or splatter down across her cleavage, dripping from her chin, but she wasn't letting up. There was no chance to cum on her face or her tits, even if he wanted. She sucked him dry and refused to let go until she got every single last drop he was capable of giving. And then she sucked a little more.

"Hnnnnng ... Keeee ..." he huffed, tugging on her hair a bit. "Gimme a sec."

He had to struggle with her a little, but eventually he got those lips off his dick. By the way she was working it, she was just going to keep going. She popped free with a splish of jizz, left drooling thick ropes, grinning madly. She looked like such a demon for a moment. That was just kind of a hyena thing. Even the cutest among them had that unhinged rowdiness in their blood, and that was a big part of why he adored so many he met. Reaching out to tussle her hair, he shot her a grin right back, and leaned in to give her another smooch.

"You're crazy. I love it. What is wrong with you today? You're not even in heat."

She slowly simmered down when she heard his voice, leaning back to take a seat, though she was still bobbing and swaying as if to an unheard tune. The only times he'd seen her holding still was when she was passed out.

"I dunno! I guess I'm just ... you know! Excited! I really wanna show you something but it's not time yet and oops it was supposed to be a surprise forget I said anything actually ..."

It was enough to make him arch his brow at her, but he didn't have time to consider her strangeness. Mahiri was making her approach. She strode in silence towards the two of them, and didn't say a word when she reached Michael's side. Instead, she just pushed a foot onto his chest and forced him down, or tried to at least. She only succeeded because he let her, or that was what he told himself when he found her snugly seated atop him, clutching his hands in hers, tugging them up to touch her rumbling form wherever she liked. That meant directing him to her hips, her sides, and finally her breasts. He was plenty happy to squeeze deep into those extra-juicy kitty titties, left questioning if they were even bigger than usual that evening. Though he did wonder what was up with the both of them. There was an intensity in the air as thick as their scents, a palpable sensation crawling over his skin. He almost felt like he was in trouble somehow, but their roughness and eagerness was far from anything resembling punishment.

Maybe struggling for dominance wasn't worth the effort. She wanted to be on top, so he was glad to let her. When she placed his hands on her hips, he held on tightly, gripping deep into her curves while she got to slip-sliding along his cock. Even a lion like him, studly and virile, had to be a little drained after Keedee's treatment, but he wouldn't dare disappoint her. He was solid, ready, pulsing up against her pussy to give her whatever she needed. She moved like liquid with that sexy feline expertise, ever so nimble even when she was so exceptionally juicy, so lip-bitingly thick all over. Soon she found her mark, teasing the tip of his cock against her folds, letting them glide, smear, stroke, poking against her clit so she could grind there a few times. That just made her wetter, rivalling Keedee's own excess as she slipped that lion dick inside her little by little. That took the utmost of precision and muscular control, not to mention willpower, squeezing the rumbles and precum alike out of Michael as she kneaded extra firmly on his length. She never seemed to blink as she watched his snarly expression, but she couldn't stay stoic as she sheathed his shaft in her clenching depths. All the sensations got her snarling back, leaving them communicating in cat while Keedee watched on the sidelines, idly toying with her clit. She spoke that language just fine.

Michael had been holding back his roars so as not to shake the house and alarm the neighbours. Mahiri offered no such courtesy to their surroundings. She projected those noises out, her voice deeply resonating through every single fibre of the lion's body while she rode his dick, showing her teeth in a mix of a devious grin and a gleaming threat display. Her hands remained planted on his shoulders, slipping near his neck as if to choke him. She wasn't afraid to use her claws, either. He had to admit he liked this side of her, the feisty feline side that reminded him she was a real leopardess. Ferocious though she might have been acting, she never lost sight of her goal. It wasn't a matter of just bouncing on his dick. That was far too crude, too simple. To properly pleasure the both of them, she worked those broad hips in smooth, talented grinds, rolling like waves back and forth, up and down, thumping that big spotty butt down for the occasional dose of roughness amid all the precise grinding. It was the kind of massage from every angle that had him clenching his teeth just to bear how good it felt.

Keedee swooped in when she got tired of playing with herself, pressing a hand to the leopard's back as if to guide her. Mahiri certainly didn't need any help, rising and falling, thumping, spanking, grinding, shoving that lion balls-deep in her cunt only to schlick back out and let him feel the rush of the much cooler outside air breeze across his juice-soaked cock for that brief moment before she plunged him back inside. He held her by the ass, gripping those spots tight, grunting, huffing, snorting, letting out every single lion sound he knew how to make, even the less dignified ones. Then he was just gasping as there came a sudden weight on his chest. Kee might have been small, but she still came down heavy when she decided to fling herself on top of him, kneeling on his arms and keeping them pinned beneath her the best she could. He probably could have wrestled free, but going balls deep in leopard pussy and watching Kee grinning and giggling at him the whole time was too much fun. Mahiri pressed her chin on to the hyena's shoulder and whispered something into those perked satellite dish ears, speaking so softly Michael couldn't catch a word.

Apparently Keedee liked whatever she heard, judging by the sudden violent cackles escaping her. Those were even more deranged than usual. She looked like she'd completely lost it, lost in the throes of violent laughter that had her bounding and vibrating all over Michael. She pressed back into the leopard's embrace, and the big cat squeezed her from behind, groping her, playing with her. Mahiri never stopped riding that cock, but she gave that squirmy hyena some focus as well, massaging her, nibbling on her, whispering secrets in her ear that only got her more and more excited. Did that cat know what she was really doing? She was playing with fire, poking a living bomb. Keedee looked like she was about to go critical, shuddering with delight at some unknown thought, but before Michael could say anything, she lunged at him. That meant meeting him in a deep, hot kiss that filled his mouth with drool in seconds while Mahiri rutted her way to a peak, bringing him right along with her. She moved her body as if demanding he cum when she told him, thumping down in long, powerful thrust that drove him as deep as he could reach, kissing the entrance to her womb as an orgasm welled up hot in his jiggling balls.

There was no holding it back anymore. Keedee was just going to have to swallow his roar. He wrenched his arms out from under her and did his best to grab Kee and Mahiri's hips all at the same time, grasping, groping, grinding, humping up into that cunt as hard as he could while pinned beneath the weight of two gorgeous ladies. He projected that powerful sound straight down the hyena's throat while she shoved her tongue in his. He could still feel the vibrations of her muffled laughter as she took the full force of his climatic bellow without so much as thinking. Mahiri rumbled all through her peak, throwing out the occasional yowl just to keep Michael's ears ringing. He came for her as she came for him, a squirting, gushing, and soon splattering rush as their juices mixed into a steamy, streaking mess. She was a soft, plush cat, perfect for cumming inside, and he made sure to grind his way all through his orgasm to give her every drop he could. She deserved it for having such a perfectly curvy body.

Keedee pulled out just in time for him to gasp. He needed air. They could have more if they needed it, but he needed to breathe, at least for a minute or two. They didn't let him up. That meant he had to refill his lungs while Kee was sitting right on top of his chest, but she was light enough he could puff her up and down without much trouble. She was still giving him that crazy look. There was a little gleam in her eye like she knew something he didn't. Now and then she clacked her teeth together as if trying to eat fireflies out of the air. He heaved and panted and drooled just a touch. His afterglow lingered and tingled as Mahiri remained snugly sitting on his dick, letting him rest inside of her, cum trickling down into his fur as he gave the occasional throb. Even after all that, he wasn't soft, though he wasn't thinking about more fucking just yet. He was too preoccupied in whatever it was Keedee was trying to do. She kept sucking up great big lungfuls of air, puffing out her chest, looking like she was preparing to breathe fire in his face like some sort of cackling dragon. Finally, she just gasped it out and looked back to the leopard.

"I'm gonna do it I'm ready I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm really gonna ..." she babbled, only getting a hold of herself by biting her own lip hard enough to make her whimper. That at least let her continue at a more controlled pace. "So I really just ... fwoosh ... like that?"

Mahiri slowly nodded, a soft smile on her face. She looked so stoic, so deadly like that. Maybe that really did run in the family. She curled her hands around Keedee's hips and subtly slipped her two pointer fingers right inside that soaking 'yena cunt, toying with her, pleasuring her, keeping her writhing with every delightful moment of her existence.

"Yes. You're ready. Just go. Let your instincts guide you. It's going to feel so good."

Michael wasn't sure he liked just how covert they were acting. It wasn't like it was his birthday or anything. There was no need to keep secrets. He perked his head up once he'd caught his breath, arching his brow towards the two of them.

"Um. Ladies? Are you going to tell me what you're going on about or is it sneaky whisper time still?"

Finally, Kee just shot him her wildest grin yet. He saw every single one of her teeth, those distinct hyena chompers that were still pretty intimidating even on such a tiny cutie like her. It was enough to give him a moment's pause, which was all she needed.

"Let me show you!"

With that, she gave one more good inhale and then puffed air right in his face, letting him catch a whiff of his own cum on her breath, along with some sort of chocolatey treat. It was enough to leave him blinking rapidly, casting a confused look up at her delighted face. That grin just kept getting bigger, shinier, even more imposing as she loomed there above him. Mahiri was loosening her grip in the meantime, seemingly relaxing those inner muscles until he just slipped right out of her depths without warning. It didn't make sense. He hadn't even softened yet, and she'd hardly moved, yet he felt the air on his dick, and the heat of Keedee's frantic breaths hitting him hotter and hotter. His eyes were all out of whack. He needed his glasses or something. It looked like she was stretching, rising up towards a ceiling that only got farther and farther away, as if he had somehow fallen right through the living room floor and into some sort of abyss. Shaking his head, he tried to murmur something to the two of them, but he was soon drowned out by a cackle that shook his entire world, rattling his bones like he was caught in the middle of a powerful earthquake.

His sense of scale took a major leap when she reached down for him. That hand covered up his whole vision. He fit snugly in her palm when he should have been towering over her. It had to be a dream, or maybe he'd accidentally eaten something spiked with some sort of powerful hallucinogen. There was no way any of this could be really happening. He definitely wasn't six inches tall. Yet her fingers wrapping snugly around his body felt as real as anything, gripping him tightly but carefully, keeping from crushing him in her giant grip. Up he went, rising up what felt like several stories even if it was only a foot or two. He found himself presented with Kee's interlocked teeth once more, this time so closely he could make out every single detail, every single gleaming fang, could watch the droplets of drool running down them and making them shine so brightly beneath the light. She clacked them once right in his face and he gasped out. This was bad. Dangerous. But she wouldn't really ...

"Ohmygosh I can't believe it worked ... " came the hyena's excited chattering. Her voice sounded so much bigger to Michael, booming around his head, rattling his skull.

"Told you. He's all yours now." Mahiri's constant rumbles were a heavy vibration in the air, leaving him numb, distracted, unable to focus on his looming fate.

"What do I ... do?" she whispered, as if he somehow wouldn't hear her.

"Here. Let me show you."

"Uhhh ... what is this? What's happening?" he called out, but his voice was so very tiny he doubted they heard him. Or maybe they were just ignoring him.

Mahiri took Kee's wrist, and helped guide her, urging her to bring Michael up to her lips. The lion couldn't get his arms out from where they were pinned at his sides to defend himself. He just had to let her puff hotly in his face while she loomed close, almost kissing him.

"Give him a taste," Mahiri urged.

Keedee did just that, following the leopard's guidance, letting her bright pink tongue flop out, dripping, shining, soaking wet with all the saliva she was working up just thinking about what she was going to do next. Then there came that massive, all-encompassing slurp. She had to release her hold on him for a moment just to allow for a full-body lick, but he couldn't fight against such a firm, slobbery tasting. She slipped and slopped and slathered him up, leaving him drenched in hyena drool, his fur all smeared and matted, his mane a mess. He sputtered and shook his head. None of this was right. Keedee didn't do this kind of thing. She was Keedee. The horniest little pushover he'd ever met. This was all Mahiri's fault. She was corrupting that innocent, wreckable thing.

"Mmmmmmm," came the hyena's moan as she slurped her tongue back into her mouth, but for the first inch left dangling over her lower lip in a doggish pant that steamed Michael right up. "So good ... now what?"

"Now you eat him, of course," came the leopard's words, spoken as if they were the most obvious thing in the world.

The shock was already overpowering enough to be at Keedee's mercy like that. Hearing that just stunned him even worse. He shook his head, silently protesting, as if he had a vote in the whole endeavour. His eyes went wide as Keedee gaped her jaws before him, helped along by Mahiri's touch, pulling at her chin gently. She wasn't forcing that eager hyena to do anything, but merely offering the guiding touches, the little push she needed to indulge herself in ways she'd never dreamed she could. He gazed into those humid depths, that drooly, fang-edged cave opening in front of him, leaving him bathing in wet heat. It was hotter and hotter still as she suddenly plunged him inside. There was no easing him along. She gave in to that impulse all at once, shoving him past her dark lips and into her mouth, swiftly pinning him to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, keeping him squished there as she sucked on his entire body at once. Only his toes and the very tip of his tufted tail were left sticking out from between her lips as she squelched and schlurped all around him, kneading him with the cavern of flesh that was her maw.

It was one thing to think he was getting eaten. That alone was frightening enough. But to think that Kee was the one doing it was simply too much to take. He was a lion, and she was the smallest runt of the hyena pack, the omega, the willing toy for all the dominant creatures of the world. And she was still willing to do anything she was told even when she had a shrunken friend trapped there in her mouth. One squeeze of her shoulder from behind, and she paused in the middle of her tasting to listen to Mahiri's urging.

"Hold on. Don't swallow him just yet. Get a good taste first. Let him know how much you're enjoying this."

That much was obvious enough just by all the spit he helped form. Kee was drooling for him, bathing his whole form in that copious saliva as she set to smoothly sucking on his entire body with much the same enthusiasm as she'd given his cock. That meant kneading her tongue over his every single detail, squishing him, squeezing him, wringing the drool out of his fur as if he were a sponge. Pressing him from cheek to cheek, she made sure to spread his flavour across her entire palate. Now and then she even teased him with her teeth, pressing one of those fangs into his skin, making him tense up all over. He knew well just how powerful a hyena's jaws could be, and with him shrunken down like that, they'd be so much stronger. She couldn't bring herself to bite down, if she even wanted to, settling for a playful nibble amid all the slurping. As for ensuring he knew was loving every moment, she really rubbed it in with those giggles right in his face. They blended with her deeper, lustier moans into strangely carnal cacophony that vibrated his bones while she soaked his skin.

Mahiri pressed a claw ever so gently to Kee's throat, drawing a line down between her breasts and then to her belly, lightly scratching all the way. She projected a purr into the hyena's ear, one so potent even Michael could hear it, and feel it too.

"Just one more gulp and he's alllll yours. Doesn't it feel good? He's completely at your mercy. A big, strong lion, and he's gonna get gobbled up whole by a hyena ..."

Even amid everything else, Michael couldn't help but blush at that teasing. His every instinct was going wild, to the point he was more or less frozen, able to do little more than squirm a bit. He could never fight nor protest, left in silence but for the occasional grunt or gasp. Another giggly moan escaped Kee's lips.

"Unnh ... I wanna ... I wanna swallow him. I wanna do it for real. It's going to feel so good ..." She lost herself in a whimpering giggle, quivering all over. "Sorry, Michael. I need this. I'm gonna just ... um ... bye!"

As much as he objected to the situation, he believed her. Resisting the urge might well have broken her at that point. He grasped her tongue, doing his best to at least try to resist the inevitable swallow that loomed ahead of him, dark and foreboding, beckoning to him with that slippery embrace. It didn't help him any. All it took was a curl of that wet tongue, pressing up between his thighs, shoving him head-first into Keedee's gullet. A little bulge formed there beneath her fur, pressing out with the outline of his stunned face as she fed him into her throat, stuffing, gobbling, pushing him towards gurgly oblivion one squeezer at a time. Once peristalsis had him in its hungering grip, there was no hope left for him. One good toss of her head, and down he went, plunging into her body on a waterfall of drool, squishing into those tightly constricting muscles that made him vanish all in the span of one single, mighty GULP that rang out triumphant through the room. The giggles followed shortly after.

"Ohhh ... heee ... ohhh! Heeheehee ... it's so good, it's so ... heeeeeee ... I can feel him, hehe, he's in ... "

Mahiri just licked the hyena on the cheek, squeezing her close to help her settle down. That meant overpowering her a little, just to keep her from thrashing about in near-orgasmic hysterics. When she moved to rub Kee's belly, the hyena joined right in, leaving Michael to endure four hands pressing in on his new slimy prison, on that sloshy, rumbly gut that was swiftly filling with digestives. A hyena like Kee could digest bone and plenty else just fine. He wasn't going to last long at all, especially with all those encouraging palms kneading at him, getting the grumbling process going. He pressed out on the constricting walls, feeling them squeeze and churn, undulating with Kee's ravenous appetite, preparing to digest him whole. It couldn't really be happening, and yet every sensation, every sound was as intense as only grim, stark reality could ever be. Just in case it wasn't clear enough, Kee went ahead and spelled it out for him, crying out with pleasure that came with speaking every word.

"I'm gonna digessssst him, unnnf ... I hope he goes right to my tits so I can play with 'em after ..."

This time, the leopard didn't say anything, instead just pulling her down to the floor and taking her by the thigh. With all that tension and excitement worked up to maximum, Kee needed to let off a little steam. Mahiri knew how to help with that. She lifted one of those spotty legs, pressing up close to her, mounting above. That left them nearly face to face as she slipped into a snug scissoring position, letting her own pussy glide back and forth against Kee's folds and clit. That launched her almost instantly into a scream-laughing orgasm, leaving her gushing, juicing, soaking the both of them. Mahiri just wouldn't let up, leaving those stomach muscles clenching down on Michael's form, crushing inwards, smothering the life out of him with every single squeeze. Yet he just kept enduring, kept pushing out on those walls, fighting to keep from being crushed no matter how wild those two got with him trapped inside the hyena the whole time.

Kee was flailing, even pushing at Mahiri's body, barely able to endure the pleasure that came with digesting the lion and getting fem-fucked by the big cat all at once. She was wetter, hotter, louder than she'd perhaps ever been before, and the leopardess just wouldn't stop. Humping, grinding, thrusting, she rubbed her pussy up against the hyena's own, keeping her tingling and giggling while she just kept gurgling Michael away, one little detail at a time. The whole process was going faster than should have been possible. Maybe that was just natural for a hyena's potent acids. All he knew was there was no chance of getting away by then. It had already begun. She really was going to digest him, to process him, to make him vanish and claim everything she could from him. And those thoughts made her cum, over and over, launching into what seemed like it must have been orgasm after orgasm, all thanks to the forbidden feeling of eating her friend alive. It was all thanks to Mahiri that she discovered such new pleasures. Or all her fault.

Michael could feel the weight of the leopard sprawled across Keedee's form, pinning her, kissing her, grinding on her, holding her down to help her endure all those wonderful feelings. Kee curled her toes as she whined into Mahiri's mouth, sucking down some saliva, shaking, twitching, convulsing really. Her pussy clenched up tight, dripping wet, infinitely horny, but Mahiri kept from stimulating her any more. Pleasuring her just made her hornier, until she'd practically created some sort of cackling singularity right there in the living room. She refused to simmer down as she enthusiastically melted Michael, her whole body quaking, even kicking out as if trying to escape from Mahiri's clutches. The clenches, the acids, the lack of air, it was all ramping up, growing hotter, harsher, more and more inhospitable for Michael as she churned him up into something that just barely resembled a lion. Being trapped was one thing, but feeling those sloshing juices, those kneading walls, that crushing, clamping grip gurgling in on him from all sides, that was when he truly knew he was doomed. His energy was dwindling, weakening, draining from his broken body until he could hardly do anything more than twitch. The more subdued he got, the more excited Kee grew, bursting, blazing, screaming in delight so that the final sounds he'd ever hear were those of a cute hyena giggling and moaning at his demise, muffled amid the rumbles of her stomach.

Eventually it was just too much, for both of them. He was immersed in those fluids, unable to keep his head above the surface. The walls kneaded and mashed him up, crushing him, drowning him, ensuring his demise was looming closer and closer. His muscles became useless, giving off their final twitches, their swan song before they fell motionless, one by one. Kee felt it all, of course. There was no mistaking the sensation of his dying, of his struggles settling down to futile writhing, of his regal form all churned and ruined and ready to collapse. When Michael finally gave in, finally gasped his last with one long, enduring sigh of defeat, she finally hit her limit. She couldn't even scream about it anymore. Her mind was overloaded, her pleasure centres all numbed out. She gave one more convulsing, back-arching gush, cumming to the end of the tasty lion, to the sinful delight of feeling someone she liked die inside her brutal gut. Even in her overstimulated state, that was worth creaming herself one more time, richly, hotly, leaving her thighs quivering as orgasm ravaged her. Moments after, she clunked down to the rug, the impact slightly cushioned as she passed out completely beneath the big cat while the lion slipped off to oblivion. Mahiri chuckled and slipped off of her when she saw that, making no attempt at reviving the hyena. It was getting late anyway. One smooch on that noisy gut, and she slipped up to do all she needed to do as a supportive friend. That was to make herself a soft, warm blanket, lightly rubbing Kee's gut as she slept off her meal.

Kee stirred at some point, but Mahiri just shushed her, stroking her body in all the right places to keep her calm. That helped her fall back asleep nice and soundly, slumbering peacefully, and in time the cat joined her in blissful sleep. Meanwhile Michael was digesting, his shape fading, the acids dancing over his body sending constant tingly pleasure to the sleeping hyena. She could feel it in her dreams, keeping her soothed and content all throughout the night, even letting slip the occasional sleepy giggle as she relived that moment of ecstasy again and again. She was never going to forget him. He wasn't even totally gone yet, but that much was already clear. A steady glurrrrrn of Keedee's gut made the lion vanish into her intestines, bit by digested bit, second by second. Every churn broke him up a little more, melting him down into nothing but a delightfully nutritious mush for that snoozing 'yena to absorb.

There was nothing left for him to do but become hyena pudge for good. She slept all through his destruction, digesting him, claiming him, making him a part of her girly body. He packed pounds onto her even in his shrunken state, padding out her curves, adding to her hips, her thighs, her belly. She was going to fuss so much about that paunch he gave her, but it was nothing she couldn't work off given just how active she always was. When she woke up, she was going to have a gorgeous pair of tits to squeeze, enhanced and thickened up by her indulgent meal. He shouldn't even have made her so soft, but something about him was so filling, so satisfying, ensuring that spotty girl stayed juicy for weeks to come. That was going to be the only hint of his presence anyone ever got. His gurgly demise was just her and Mahiri's little secret, for as long as they kept it.