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It started with a look. Sitting with her secretly wicked mistress, Ari could sometimes start to forget the real nature of the feisty feline. Mahiri didn't openly present her more sinister side to just everyone. Ari was one of the lucky ones to know her deeper nature. The caribou was just happy to sit near her, sipping drinks, sometimes bumping hips, without losing her soul. That was the original plan after all. It was only by being a good pet for the depraved leopardess that she managed to enter the spotty cat's good graces, to be kept and protected by the evil kitty for as long as she still pleased Mahiri. She knew it was time to perform when she saw that brief flash in the leopard's emeralds.

To the outside eye though, they were just friends, or perhaps a couple. No one would have expected the true nature of their relationship, especially given the size difference between them. Mahiri was a tall cat, plenty thick, but Ari easily towered over her. The muscularly curvy caribou looked every bit the dom of the pair, even as a herbivore. A broad set of shoulders and two bulky arms went well with her overall intensely built figure. Much of it was naturally sculpted, but she'd found herself more easily able to maintain her impressively strong figure ever since she met the cat, for one reason or another. A body of iron like hers still melted into a happy little puddle whenever she was close to the cat's soft, generally squishy figure.

It wasn't that Mahiri wasn't athletic, beneath the general softness of her shape. She was older, curvier, wider, and just a little chubby perhaps. Proper milfy curves hardly showed much sign of muscular strength. The only place she won out was the size of her bust, and it was a close contest, given the two truly titanic sets of tits on display between the two of them. Yet for all that natural advantage she might have lacked, nobody there knew the cat like Ari did. Or maybe they did. It was Mahiri's choice of venue after all, and a glance around the dim, gothy watering hole revealed a multitude of shady characters. Some of them were looking her way. Ari trusted her Mistress to protect her, in a possessive sort of way. That bou was hers.

A little scoot of the rumbling cat made Ari perk up and give the leopard her full attention. Those purrs were so potent. They vibrated forth from the leatherclad cat as she pushed her head against the caribou's shoulder. Ari leaned down to nuzzle, breathing in the sweet scent of that fine feline in the process. It was enough to make her forget all about their surroundings, and all the eyes upon them. That cat was the only thing that mattered in her world for as long as she wore that thick black leather collar. Which was going to be a long time indeed given it had no apparent clasp or buckle to help her remove it. She didn't remember how it got around her neck in the first place. It was a blank spot in her mind.

Mahiri didn't have to say anything. An insistent purr-rowl was enough to leave the bou tilting her head upwards to give full access to her collared throat. It didn't matter who was looking, it didn't matter who might have judged her for showing such submission to a smaller lady. The big strong herbivore let the predatory cat nibble on the most tender, vulnerable places of her neck all she liked. Ari could feel the sharp points pressing against her skin, her veins. One good bite could have done such harm, but Mahiri never went that far. She was just rough enough to keep the big cervine squirming under even the slightest touch.

The leopard never stopped rumbling even as she slowly slipped her way into Ari's lap. That left the caribou pinned back against the cushion of their shared booth. She tentatively reached up to run her hands along the sides of her mistress, admiring those well-formed curves as Mahiri mashed herself up tight against her muscular pet. Being breast-to-breast with Ari allowed her to share those rumbles. They rolled through the bou's whole form, danced down her spine, tingled her to the core. She couldn't help a pleasured little whimper. When the dominant demon-cat spoke, Ari clung to every word.

"I want you. Right here."

Ari's eyes drifted briefly to the side before darting back to regard the amorous feline's flirty expression. "Right here? Is it ... okay? I mean, won't we get kicked out or something?"

"Oh, don't worry about a thing, pet. They know what I'm about by now. I bet they want to see what you can do."

A response was welling up in Ari's throat but Mahiri licked it away with a wet stroke of her harsh tongue. It was more than a tingle. A scratch along her sensitive skin was enough to make Ari slightly flinch. Her sheath gave a twitch too. Just a little roughness from Mistress was enough to get her going. She gripped Mahiri by the hips and pulled them both a little closer until she could feel the bulge in the leather bottoms the cat wore. Having that pressed right against her body, the constant rumbles, the careful slurps, it all let her feel the lust radiating from the leopardess.

Then there came the biting. It was just a few nibbles, truly. Mahiri worked her teeth along Ari's throat, over to her collarbone and shoulder, then back up. A little pinch of teeth on her cheek got the caribou to part her lips in a huffy little moan, barely audible. Then it was even less audible when Mahiri muffled it in a kiss. She rested there a while, idly grinding on her pet, still fully clothed. Arousal grew between them both, but they were in no rush. Simply smooching and exchanging tongues was enough to satisfy them as they crowded together behind the table where the ice rattled in their half-finished drinks. A suck of that warm slurp and then a shove of her own tongue into the leopard's mouth in return kept Ari focused solely on the feline while they groped and squeezed each other in equal measures of admiration.

"Such a gorgeous body. So powerful, so firm all over," Mahiri softly complimented her. "And it's all mine."

"All yours," Ari repeated with a soft little smile. "And you're just ... just so ... soft."

She'd always been encouraged to touch and enjoy the body of her mistress while they were intimate. It was never a matter of simply laying back and being taken. They were active, passionate, and above all things equal in their level of desire for each other. That such desires always ended up with Mahiri on top just seemed like the natural order of things. Big cats dominated those sweet ungulates, no matter how much of a size advantage Ari might have had. That was how it had always been. Of course, there was nothing natural about the leopardess anymore. Every deep, tongue-sucking smooch with her spread a little of her corruption into Ari's soul. That was the knowledge that made her flared dick push from inside its fat sheath.

Mahiri was getting firmer too. Ari could feel the bulge of that thick black cat cock grinding on her, giving the occasional twitch. She twitched her short tail and pressed in firmer while the leopard started to possessively hump her. Mahiri's fingertips pressed firmly into the bou's back muscles while she let everyone in the vicinity know that big bottom was hers. Ari's cheeks just got hotter and hotter the more she got dominated right in front of everyone. There were probably already plenty of faces leering at her. Maybe even some snide comments while the powerful-looking caribou got owned by a significantly smaller cat. She wasn't embarrassed. The urge to let them all see her and know exactly whose she was blazed strong in the back of her mind.

"Come a little closer," Mahiri softly said. Though her voice was quiet, there was sharpness to each syllable that let Ari know that wasn't a suggestion. It was a command.

Ari pressed her nose into the spot right between Mahiri's neck and shoulder. She sniffed a little just to take in more of that enticing scent. While she could never fully say what her mistress smelled like, one breath of her was enough to make her crave a taste. One taste was enough to drive her to keep going, to slather and slobber on the leopard until she was told to stop. She might have licked that same spot on the tempting feline forever, kissing and licking there along Mahiri's collarbone, if she wasn't eventually directed lower.

The leopard slowly unclasped her top to reveal the bare fur beneath. The naughty cat hadn't bothered with a shirt, or even a bra beneath her usual black leather. Ari was soon running her smooth tongue along the surface of the creamy white fur of her bust. She licked Mahiri's tits without a care for who might have been watching - or listening, for that matter. Those were some noisy slurps. She couldn't help but drool a little as she sampled that mesmerizing flavour directly from the source. Every drag of her tongue was enough to make her eyelids flutter a little, to make her thoughts get a little more blurry. She didn't have to think too hard when she had such a generous mistress taking care of her.

Soon she found her way to one of those firm teats and latched on tight. A good suckle on one of Mahiri's breasts was enough to sustain them both for a while. It was like she was drinking the purrs right from the leopard's chest. She could feel the vibrations running right down her throat, infusing her being with contentment. Soon after, she got more to swallow too. It was only a trickle of rich, sinful, corrupting demoness milk, but she warmly gulped it down all the same. A deep suck for more of that creamy treat from the succubus had limited results at first, until the flow grew copious enough to leave her guzzling it all down. Even with the music and the voices ringing out around the bar, the schluck schluck schluck of the caribou's desperate suckling was audible to all.

Ari's cock wouldn't settle, even if it meant she was getting closer and closer to ripping the pretty dress Mistress had given her. Every taste of sweet leopard milk got her harder, made her thicken, flare and throb alike. She was dripping. A little dark mark beneath the hem of that red dress was plainly visible. Soon, so was her dick. It slowly slipped along her inner thigh so her precum could stream down to her hooves. She made a mess just from tasting Mahiri, but she still needed more. A little nudge was all it took to encourage to sink down, to vanish beneath the table as best she could. Clumsily bonking her antlers on the underside didn't distract her, but it might have turned a few heads.

First off, she gave that soft cat tum some love by smooching her way down from Mahiri's breasts. The leopard was cushy all over, yet still plenty dangerous. A soft, motherly body was perfect for kissing and nuzzling alike. Ari loved the way that plush fur felt stroking against her skin. She closed her eyes and indulged herself as she listened to those rumbles with her ear pressed to Mahiri's middle, then returned to the adoring kisses she laid upon that bare fur.

The leopard never minded some good groping either. She used her hands to press in and squeeze the pillowy cat, to massage her and tend to her all in the effort to make her feel good. All the while, Ari knelt there with that creamy taste still clinging to her tongue, delighted her senses for every moment it lingered. The flavours she sampled from the fur she slurped and slathered up only added to the ambrosia overtaking her consciousness.

If there was anyone watching her crawling around down there, she happily treated them to the sight of her devotion. She couldn't wait for that dick to be unveiled. A lap of her tongue along the smooth bulge in Mahiri's pants kept her briefly satisfied, but she wanted more. Mahiri had to wrestle her away just to unbuckle and get that cock free. It sprang forth from its leather prison to slip across the bridge of Ari's muzzle.

The first smear of scent and juices was her baptism. It awoke another part of her. She lusted for that sinful flavour, she huffed the musk from the tip of that uncut shaft, she shoved her tongue in under that taut skin and swiped up as much of that potent essence as she could possibly get. Through it all, she couldn't help but project some heavy moans throughout the bar, no matter who heard her. Mistress simply tasted too good to keep silent about it.

"Such a good little cockslurping beauty. I don't even need to show my teeth to make you obey, do I?"

She did anyway. A little snarl rolled through her as she flashed those lengthy fangs just long enough to let them catch the light. Ari hardly saw them in her focused state, but she felt them. She knew they were there, compelling her on. Such urging was entirely unnecessary when she was re-broken into mindless worshipper from a few swift licks, but the mild threat made her horny. It was worth it. Now she really was ruining that poor dress, but Mistress surely wouldn't mind.

Her dick pushed up under the slightly ripped fabric and spurted precum straight up in the air. She got it on herself, on the leopard, on the floor and booth alike. Their little section of the bar smelled a whole lot more like sex for every moment they throbbed together, and the sensory overload invading her nostrils and tongue alike ensured the caribou was absolutely drooling for the seductive feline while she licked that glossy black cock from tip to nuts.

A few strokes down and she simply had to get those in her mouth. That was a daunting task. She opened up wide and slowly slipped her lips over the surface of one of them to suck that plump orb. It was about the size of an orange, big enough enough to make her drool around it while she suckled deeply on that short-furred nut, draining all the cat musk she could from its surface. Then it was on to the other one. She made her mistress purr even deeper while she lavished that sack with wet attention, until they were utterly drenched in the juices of her adoration. Even then, she did her best to clean them up, though her wet tongue only added to their soaked state as she slurped every single detail she possibly could, all the way from the base of that fat dick down to the underside and the cat's taint.

Mahiri lightly chuckled as she felt that exploring tongue. A little tug on Ari's hair was enough to direct the bou back up where she wanted her.

"Oh don't worry. You can eat my ass all you like once you're done sucking my dick dry. We're not stopping at a little worship session after all. Don't you want all these nice people to see how much you adore your mistress?"

Nice people was perhaps not the term, given the gathering of ruffians and shady types who may or may not have been similarly demon corrupted, or demons themselves. She had a lot of work to do to impress them. Though the only person she cared about impressing was Mahiri herself. She laid some tiny smooches along the veiny spire of that solid shaft until she finally reached that shiny, pre-slick tip once more. It absolutely oozed for her. She could have spent forever just lapping up those leaking juices, never quite able to catch up with their constant flow, but instead she started to envelop that whole cock between her soft lips. Mistress' dick fit so nicely in her mouth.

Every pulse of approval was its own reward as she dove down those many rigid inches one by one. As was the constant spurting warmth straight down her throat. She hardly even got to taste that prejizz anymore. It trickled straight into her belly until she could feel it tingling inside her. A rub across her own middle just prolonged the enticing sensation. It compelled her to keep sucking, to close her eyes tight and push all the way down until she had a leopard cock in her throat and her nose buried in the tufty white fur of Mahiri's crotch. Of course she gave a good long sniff while she was there, though it was hard to breathe too deeply when she was choking on a fat dick.

Mahiri tugged her closer with that taut leash. The outline of her shaft bulged in Ari's throat, pushing up beneath her collar to stretch that material tight. At first the caribou gave a small mmf as she adjusted to the partly suffocating size, but soon after she devolved into urgent, slightly desperate exclamations of muffled HMMMF! It didn't mean stop. She was simply getting overwhelmed as Mahiri sheathed her dick in her pet's throat and left the bou's eyes watering while she got facefucked by the greedy cat.

Ari refused to pass out. She latched on tight and sucked hard while she got her mouth used like a sleeve, her face thumped into that musky tuft, her chin slapped with that fat pair of well-sucked kitty nuts. It was hard to tell what was pre and what was her own drool pouring down her from her lower lip as she got her tastebuds basted in hot cat dick.

"Gooood girl," came that approving rumble amid the sloppy, noisy suckles.

That was all the reward she ever needed. Just hearing those sweet words spill from the mouth of her mistress was enough to make her feel all warm inside, to make her nerves crackle with good feelings. It also helped her ignore the rising strain that came with loudly choking on that heavy dick. Mahiri fucked her throat and made her eyes water while she struggled just to hold on.

The cat rose up from her seat to plant her paws and thrust straight down that open gullet until she'd nearly jammed her balls right into Ari's poor strained jaws. The caribou sucked her wicked feline mistress off as hard as she could. She had her eyes clenched tight with focus as the tears streamed down her cheeks, and she glurked on that cock in her desperate effort to please the leopardess even if it meant passing out.

When Ari's eyes fluttered open and started to roll back, Mahiri didn't stop. She knew what that tough bou could take. Sure she might have been a subby bitch at heart, but she was her subby bitch. Ari loudly choked, she sometimes gagged, sending up a splurch of the thick juices she couldn't quite swallow. Her arms trembled. So did her lips. Her chest went tight as she struggled to draw breath but found nothing but the plunging, twitching cock in her throat. Yet even as the life threatened to drain from her, she found inspiration in the flexes of Mahiri's shaft. She'd almost made her mistress cum with just a few good slaps of those nuts against her chin. All she had to do was hold out a little longer and she would be rewarded.

The leopard took her by the antlers to make good use of those natural blowjob handles. She tugged hard enough that Ari half wondered if they were going to come off, but they were built stronger than some delicate deer's. She managed a faint gasp every time Mahiri schlurped her way back out of that splattered maw, only to get choked again as the brutal cat facefucked her hard enough to send her reeling back. Such a treatment would have broken a lesser pet. But Ari was a good girl. Mahiri had told her that. She'd show her how well she could suck that shiny cock, even if it meant her head was spinning from the lack of adequate air between each sloppy stroke.

From clutching Mahiri by the hips to slowly slumping forth, submitting to near-unconsciousness, she was little more than a toy, a hole to fuck that sucked right back while the cat greedily claimed her right in front of those lingering patrons. Some watched. Some were busy with their drinks. It all went on without comment or interruption either way. She was free to fuck her pet wherever she liked, and nobody would stop her. Nobody could. Especially not Ari herself. She found herself fading, drifting, blinking out of awareness while she drowned in the rising juices in her throat. Just a little longer, a little longer, she told herself, though it was getting more difficult to even think that much.

Before she could fully slump, Mahiri rammed her shaft straight down the caribou's throat and gave a sharp rowl of dominance that rang out through the bar. Then there came the telltale twitch, the heavy bulge of that thick load pumping down her dick and directly into Ari's belly. Or that was what it felt like to the deer. She remained buried there in tufty white fur, fully engulfing that entire length in her mouth and throat. It finally came time for her to start patting the leopard's spotty thighs, to start tapping out once she truly couldn't take anymore. From a muffled groan to a sharper, more urgent whimper, she incomprehensibly cried out her mistress' name as if to beg her for mercy while she got shot full of fresh, hot leopard cream until she couldn't swallow anymore.

The jets formed around her lips, and even reached as high as her nose while she got choked out by that cock in front of the silently approving audience. Nobody came to help, of course. The fearsome look gleaming in those green cat eyes reminded them to keep their distance. Besides, they were enjoying the show. Some of them even casually rubbed their dicks to the sight, or dipped a finger into their sexes. The bartender didn't flinch at the growing depravity. He just urged the customers to keep drinking, no matter who was fucking who. Ari went almost totally limp, still choking on that dick, until Mahiri finally pulled out to jizz on her face.

A coughing, hacking, gagging mess of a caribou drooled leopard cum on the grimy floor while she got splattered hard. Those steamy hot jets hit her right in the forehead and drenched her features, then ran down to soak her tits. Eventually she fell to all fours before the goddess of a cat, still in the midst of a coughing fit. That suited Mahiri just fine. She ran her fingers up and down that glossy dick and poured her cum down Ari's spine until she'd painted that whole muscular back. Ivory rivers ran between the contours of the caribou's well-formed muscles, highlighting that impressive tone with a musky flourish. The cat finally stopped shooting her load and the caribou finally caught her breath. It didn't take her long to rise back up to her knees, covered in fresh cum, and smooch that cock as if in thanks for its gift.

"I can feel the hunger in you, sweet thing," Mahiri told her in a low, covert voice. "You make me hungry too."

She left it at that, letting the words hang in the air just to make the preything shudder. Even the biggest herbivore still got all shivery when she spoke like that, she knew. A grin came over her, devilish as ever, and she clutched that leash tight to help Ari to her hooves once more.

"There you go. Not too rough, was I?" It was as much teasing as it was genuine concern. "You always make me get carried away. I just feel such bursts of instinct around you, you know?"

Even as she asked, the leopard couldn't keep her hands off her pet. She ran her claws down Ari's back and eventually took a double-handful of that great, shapely bubble butt. Muscle made it firm, but she was plenty curvy too. There was plenty to squeeze, and that was precisely what Mahiri did, digging her fingers deep until there came a little gasp of pleasure from the caribou. Finally, Ari just nodded her head.

"Yes Mistress. And no, you weren't too rough. I won't break."

It was a bold statement, but spoken in a submissive way, as if giving the feline permission to do absolutely anything she wanted. The height difference meant Ari was looking down at her mistress, but where the leopard stood tall and confident, the caribou was slouched, timid, utterly subservient to the rumbling, occasionally growling cat.

"Good girl," Mahiri told her again, and then smacked her hard on the right asscheek.

The words were every bit as potent as the slap, even hearing them a second time. Knowing that other people were going to over hear such praise only made her happier. She wasn't sure how many people were watching. Her eyes were on the cat at all times, awaiting the next command - and she knew there was more to come. She was still hard after all, and so too was the leopard. Mahiri moved in close to front her shaft against the caribou's heavy nuts a few times. Even if she wasn't quite as hung as that horsecocked herbivore, she knew exactly how to command her - and the pleasures she offered in return for good service made it all worth it.

"Onto the table. It's dinner time," came a sudden, sharp command.

For a moment Ari wondered how literal that might have been. She'd never been afraid of her mistress in any way she didn't like, but maybe, with an audience, the time had come. Yet for all that inner worry, she could only default to absolute trust, at least as far as Mahiri went. She wasn't so sure about the table itself.

"Will it ... hold me?"

"Of course. They've seen bigger. Just splay yourself out and let everyone see you."

It felt a little silly, and there came that slightly clumsy side of her again when she knocked half-empty glasses to the floor. She heard them shatter but she didn't pay it any mind. Neither did the bartender. He was probably used to a little destruction in such a setting. It seemed awkward at first just flopping down atop a barroom table, but she got herself comfy anyway. Her dick got pinned beneath her, curved upwards so she was dripping precum on her own tits. Mahiri soon followed her, crawling up totally topless but still very much clad in those tight leather bottoms while she casually eclipsed her pet's face in the ample shape of her thick ass.

"Much better. You're such a comfy seat, Ari. Think I'll just stay here a while."

She made herself comfy, smothering down with the crunch and crackle of flexing leather as she smooshed her cheeks around that muzzle. Even beneath that clothed rump, Ari was utterly wedged in between those two hefty shapes. Mahiri rubbed, grinding on that face a while as the bou lovingly smooched her right through the material. She made sure not to linger too long, at least. Ari never felt like she was short of air, refilling comfortably when Mahiri lifted her hips up and came bouncing back down. All that training with a cock in her throat meant she had seriously increased her lung capacity. She licked along that leather crevice and clutched those broad, matronly hips while her dick bobbed right in Mahiri's face. The cat didn't neglect it.

It was only a few short slurps, but that rough tongue did wonders in working Ari up to maximum pleasure in hardly any time at all. She snorted and huffed beneath the leopard's spotty butt, clinging tightly and wriggling. A kick of her legs made her hooves clop down hard on the table while she struggled not to just blow her load right all over Mahiri's face and tits alike right that very moment. Not that the leopard would have minded. Ari just knew her release would be even better if she held out and let it build, no matter how taut and sore her nuts felt after churning up a fat load for her to blow. The image in her mind of the proud feline utterly drenched in caribou spunk was a tempting one for certain, but she banished it in favour of building, waiting, patiently edging herself while that sultry feline so generously slurped the mess streaming from her cockslit.

"Nnnh ... " came her grunt-bleat from beneath that leatherclad booty.

Mahiri just purred in response. "Mm. You're right. Let me get these pants off."

That wasn't what Ari meant of course, but she couldn't complain. Wiggling her way out of those skintight bottoms was a bit of an effort. Mahiri rose up to her knees above the caribou's face and slowly swayed back and forth with the process of stripping down to nothing while Ari just dripped and waited patiently. She was always good at waiting. Mahiri brought her nuts down on her pet's face once they were free, idly teabagging the bou while she kicked off the last of her bottoms. Ari bathed in feline musk and warmth alike, immersed as Mahiri settled down once more, this time utterly bare.

They were two naked, big-cocked ladies, grinding it out atop the table, and nothing about their steamy courtship interrupted the same general goings-on at that shadowy place. Though she was pretty sure she heard the click of someone taking a picture with their phone. Mahiri must have looked so good with her tits out and her dick hard, seated triumphantly atop the bigger, stronger woman she'd made her own.

A firm smoosh planted her rim right snug against the caribou's lips. The leopard rubbed back against Ari's face, grinding deep while the loyal bou started slurping. A sloppy rimjob was her gift to her mistress anytime she liked. She soon had her hands on those spotty hips just to pull the cat down all the deeper until she was utterly engulfed.

A slow stroke of her tongue became a shove, slowly wriggling it inside that tight ring to make the cat clench down with pleasure. Mahiri hadn't softened in the slightest, pulsing away while she rode her pet's face. She slowly ran her fingers up and down her rigid shaft and let the remnants of her first cumshot trickle down over Ari's tits while she remained planted there atop her whole head.

Ari wasn't exaggerating when she gave a muffled moan beneath the leopard's butt. She fucked her tongue in nice and deep, slowly loosening the feline up as she plunged back and forth. A huff, a sniff of the base of her tail, and she pressed herself in deep as if to simply shove herself inside. Only her antlers tapping against those two thick cheeks stopped her from going any deeper. She ate her mistress out while she got smothered senseless, and her reward was the tempting stroke of that tingly cat tongue dragging back and forth across the blunt head of her dick. She was pent up to the point of moaning beneath Mahiri's tail, clutching those hips tight, digging her thumbs into the leopard's asscheeks while she slurp-fucked the big cat until she was nearly numb.

"Ooooh ..." came Mahiri's groan. She didn't even have a follow up for a few moments. That was how Ari knew she was doing a good job. "I bet they're all so jealous, watching you work that tongue. I could just stay here all night and you'd keep eating my ass, wouldn't you?"

"Hmmf." That was as much as Ari could get out when the cat so decisively had her tongue.

"That's a good girl."

It was equally as pleasant to hear every time. Though she wasn't immortal. Having her whole muzzle shoved up between those cheeks, her nose buried right there at the base of the leopard's tail, taking in more feline musk than air every single time she graciously huffed. Eventually her greedy clutching weakened. She slowly loosened her grip and slowed her plunging tongue until she simply held it deep inside the cat. Mahiri sensed the weakening of her pet and gave a soft, chastising tsk.

"Wore yourself out already, sweetie. You're always too eager for your own good. Time for some air."

She took her time lifting her ass up. Leaning forth, she stretched like the cat she was over the prone form of her pet, which put her right into position to slurp across that spire of thick caribou meat. She made sure to lick from the base all the way to the top, swirling back and forth the veins and ridges that decorated that impressively massive dick. If she was still a regular cat, she might have been the one wearing the collar after a mere glance at Ari's fully solid horsecock, but a little corruption helped her resist the temptation - and to recognize the inner slut hungering away within that bulky caribou body. It didn't matter who was bigger, who was stronger. It all came down to desire. And ferocity.

That was something the leopardess had in abundance. A few good slurps of Ari's solid shaft and the cat suddenly straightened up once more. She leapt up off the table and came down to the floor silently. Ari found herself suddenly getting dragged off by the leopard's disproportionate strength. She flailed her arms and nearly fell on her head until she flipped around to get her hooves down. Slumping down to Mahiri's left, she slowly wiggled her short tail while the leopard groped her ass and rumbled in one of her ears. Her whisper brought that tingly feeling back, crackling down Ari's spine.

"Let's show all these nice people your gorgeous ass. Lift that tail for me, horny doe."

Ari slowly nodded, firmly biting her lip the whole time. She turned to bend herself across the table, splaying her muscular body out. She gave a good view of her juicy rump to everyone who saw, and Mahiri demonstrated just how firm it was with a heavy smack. The cat wound up for that one. The resounding impact of that spank echoed through the bar. Ari hardly felt it, just the numbness that set in afterwards. Her ass barely jiggled. She was far too toned, far too firm to wobble, but that didn't make her any less fuckable. Mahiri kneaded and spread those ample cheeks and let them clap back together. Then she lunged.

The time for theatrics was over. She threw herself atop that herbivore from behind in a proper predatory pounce. When Ari felt those fangs lock onto her neck from behind, she felt a familiar pang of instinct. It didn't matter how much she trusted the feisty leopardess. That ancient part of her brain still told her she'd been pounced by a big cat, and she had to fight with all she had. The leopardess clutched herself to the caribou's back as Ari reflexively bucked and thrashed beneath her. She couldn't have forced Mahiri off her if she wanted. She'd already been ambushed and taken down. All that was left was for the fearsome leopardess to claim her prey.

With her fangs around Ari's tender throat and her cock hotdogging warmly in between those firm cheeks, the leopard showed her dominance of that oversized herbivore with some heavy, thumping strokes. Humping, grinding, smearing that fine butt in thick, musky precum, she left her mark all over Ari's fur before she went for that taut rim. The caribou was a born bottom. It didn't matter how big her dick was, she had an ass made for breeding. Mahiri dragged her claws up along Ari's sides to make her shudder and squirm. The bou wasn't fighting anymore, but she certainly wriggled. She couldn't stay still while she was getting gnawed by the snarling cat, even if it that made it difficult to fuck her.

Mahiri eventually found her mark. She was beyond words. The constant growl rumbling up from her chest was the only term of endearment she gave her toy. A wet prod against Ari's tight rim brought a snort, then a whimper from the caribou. She went suddenly still, slumping down and accepting her role as the leopard's meat, her plaything. A firm shove spread her out. The leopard clutched her tight and kept her as close as she could, squeezing her tits on Ari's back in the process. She shoved inside, stretched her, filled her, sinking sweetly into that tight bou butt. When she was balls deep, with a plump sack of orange-sized cat nuts resting atop the caribou's own grapefruits, she held herself there just to let Ari squeeze on her entire cock for a while. She flexed just right.

There was no need to reach around. Ari's cock was pinned between her and the table, squished up between her breasts, spurting along over her throat and chin. Neither of them touched it. She was already swelling up, already rigid, pounding, aching with the need to cum. Mahiri fucked her slowly at first. A long backstroke, then plunging forth to pound down and smack against that tight ass. Ari moaned through her pursed lips. Sometimes she even grunted or bleated or wailed like an elk, those mixed up feral sounds spilling out of her as she got thumped by a thick cat dick. Mahiri made her wetter inside, hotter with every spurt as she slickly fucked that fine ass a little faster every time she came crashing down on that solid body.

Ari braced herself by reaching forth to clutch the end of the table, gripping hard while she got rammed by that driving shaft. She got tighter with every stroke. Those inner muscles contracted hard around Mahiri's cock as climax got closer and closer. The leopard fucked it out of her. She got pent up, swelling, aching beyond anything she could possibly stand. With her eyes clenched tight and her tongue slowly flopping from her mouth, she drooled her way to orgasm after just a few good pumps of Mistress' shaft inside her. Not even the leopard's steady focus could remain unbroken when she had that gorgeous cervine clenching and cumming for her, kneading her dick the whole time as she went off uncontrollably.

The caribou was a cannon when she came with a cock in her ass. She went unfuckably tight, clamping on Mahiri's shaft. An elk-like cry burst from her mouth, an inelegant groan of mind-rattling pleasure as the rigid bulge of her cumshot worked its way up the tower of her dick. She erupted with a little whimper as if frightened of her own output. That a river of fresh caribous spunk rushed across the table, trickling over the edges to splatter the seats they'd been sitting in not long ago. She closed her eyes and let that ecstasy flow through her, gushing and spraying down everything in range of her fat cock, unloading from the centre of her juicy flare while her heavy nuts lifted and clenched hard. Before her peak could trickle to a close, she got her reward for being such a good, needy pet.

Just the sound of her Mistress cumming was enough to satisfy her. Ari's shaft never softened even after flooding their surroundings with hot caribou cream, and she throbbed all the harder when she felt the leopard's seed enter her. Mahiri yanked back, lunged forth, and her snarls escalated into a full roar as she buried herself deep inside her pet to fill Ari up to sloshing with rich, hot leopard cum. She already had plenty in her belly, and then she had even more. The leopard was every bit as potent as her huge-cocked pet, gushing pure cream until the caribou felt her belly pressing down against the table. Plenty more ran down the cleft of her taint and the middle of her balls when she couldn't possibly hold any more. She swore she tasted some on the back of her tongue by the time Mahiri was done filling her, but maybe that was just the imprint of the flavour left behind by that sloppy facefuck.

Ari briefly slumped to catch her breath, but she knew it wasn't over. Mistress was never done with her that quick, and she had an audience to impress. Mahiri slowly pulled out, still hard, and nudged the caribou on the hip. Ari knew what to do. She flopped herself around so she could lovingly wrap Mahiri between her powerful thighs. A mighty squeeze could have crushed someone lesser. The leopardess could take it. Ari gripped her mistress close and let her lean her spotty body across those taut abs. Mahiri nipped and nibbled at the caribou's cum-streaked breasts as she mounted her once more, this time from the front, squishing that meaty dick between them so she could slop them in more precum as she got her cute ass fucked for a sloppy second time.

Mahiri's balls rested comfortably atop that short bou tail while she rolled her hips and pumped into her pet at a steady, loving pace. This one was slower. She didn't have to wreck Ari anymore when she'd already broken her down into that drooling, lovable state she was in. The table held up to their messy lovemaking as the leopard fucked that creamed ass again, loudly slurping and schlorping back and forth in the oozing essence of her first cumshot. The sound of it all was louder than the ambient music. The bartender turned it up to compensate, making no comment on the waterfall of cum running off the table and to the floor. That was someone else's problem, as usual.

A suck of Ari's breast and a smooth drag of her rough tongue was how the leopard told her she cared. She never stopped thrusting, plunging up to pump that bulge of her cock back and forth beneath the caribou's abs. It made an outline beneath that smooth fur and muscle. The sensation of soft leopard fur rubbing against her cock while she got fucked was just as good as the cock in her butt. Ari was getting tight again. She squeezed harder, as if to crush the cat between her thighs, but the leopard simply endured all that muscular strength. She had something better. With lips locked tight around a firm bou teat, she sucked hard and fucked that rump until she made her pet cum for her again. Maybe that vision in Ari's head of her mistress splattered in her cum wasn't just a fantasy.

This time, she felt the warmth inside her before she blew. She grit her teeth and shuddered her way through her rising pleasure while the leopardess gave some soothing moans and filled her with even more cum. The rich shots inside that stuffed ass soon overflowed her, spilling out the juices over her tail, over the entire table, where they hadn't already painted it with their lust. Mahiri swiftly pulled out when there wasn't any more room for her to shoot her jizz, and instead soaked Ari down in that erupting blast of possessive cream. She painted her, and soon she got painted back. Ari just hoped Mistress didn't mind the mess when she found herself going off hands free once more with her pulsing dick nestled in against the cat's tits and belly, squishing into her soft curves, sliding along her smooth fur. She simply couldn't resist.

Her indulgent cumshot made her arch her back and desperately hump up at the leopardess while she went off. She couldn't even handle it. Her body was out of her control. It was no longer hers. The pleasure the leopard fucked into her possessed her, claimed her, and made her fire off her squelching cumshot harder than the one before it. She sprayed the leopard right in the face, and the cat didn't even move out of the way. Mahiri was happy to take it all, to swallow some of it, to get her tits soaked in fresh bou spunk. They were going to smell so richly of each other when they were done. Like they always did.

When their balls stopped pumping, they were left rubbing and grinding against one another, steaming in mutual musk right there in that public place. They didn't bother with their clothes. They could always come back for them later. Mahiri moved up to lay a kiss on Ari's lips, and then she tucked a finger beneath that taut collar and tugged. Ari's legs were shaky beneath her as she slowly wobbled to her hooves once more. Mahiri never faltered. She extended that leash and gave it a gentle tug as she settled from fierce rumbles back to those soothing purrs. Even exhausted and pleasure-drunk, Ari felt that loving aura emanating from her mistress. She listened carefully for her next command.

"Time to go home, Ari."

That was easy enough. She didn't think too much about their nudity, or the state of their cum-drenched bodies. It was late. Who was going to interfere with them? Who would dare? When Mahiri spotted someone taking an envious look at her pet caribou, she flashed her teeth and snapped at the air as if to bite them from across the room. That message was clear enough. The bou belonged to her, and she wasn't in the mood to share. Ari warmly smiled just to see it. Demon corrupted succubus or not, the big cat took care of her. She'd always be safe as long as Mahiri kept her close.

A steamy stroll through the moonlit night with her mistress was something to be savoured, even naked as they were. They moved together until they found their street, not far away. If there were any more eyes on the two of them the whole time, Ari didn't notice. She was only watching the gorgeous leopardess parading her around town, marked in her cum, smelling of messy feline sex. When they got home together, Mahiri took her to the bedroom so they could snuggle up and share in the rumbles pouring from the leopard's body.

"Such a good pet. Did you enjoy getting fucked in front of everybody? I know they loved what they saw."

"Mhmm ..." Ari began, more a moan than an answer. A slight trace of worry crept into her voice as she opened her eyes a little wider. "Did I do okay?"

"Of course you did."

Mahiri smiled. She wasn't wearing that sly, mistressy smirk anymore. It was like she was just a regular cat again, with none of that secret, hidden wickedness. She was very good at pretending she was a nice, normal kitty, but this time Ari felt it was genuine. The cat continued.

"You're incredibly fuckable. You make the cutest noises. I'm proud to call you mine. I think I shall keep you for a long, long time."

A happy little look came over the caribou to hear that. She put her arms around the cum-soaked cat and squeezed her close. Their bodies squelched together, squirting cum out in all directions. Another room to smell like sex in the wake of their vicious mating. But there was no more aggression, no more fear, nothing fierce about their warm, cuddly closeness, their juicy smooching and kneading of one another. They were each free to touch and squeeze however they liked, to show affection as they intimately explored each other's bodies in the wake of their indulgences.

A little aftercare was important. Ari licked and smooched the cat all over, and she got some tender nibbles and scratchy slurps in return. They might have stayed like that all night, simply enjoying each other's presence and warmth, or they might have slept together, intertwined, muscles and curves pressed closely against one another. The leopard had taken down her great beast, and the result was their loving, caring relationship, mistress and pet, exactly what they both deserved and craved.