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Gloria's Spacation

By Danath

Gloria's previous story: https://www.sofurry.com/view/680556

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A large bronze sedan with black trim and dark windows nosed its way around the large half-circle driveway, pulling to a gradual stop in front of a wide sidewalk made of polished marble leading to a large set of glass sliding doors. Surrounded by an impeccably maintained green lawn, the sleek and modern building towered overhead with its white paint glinting in the late morning sunlight. Rose bushes traveled along either side of the sidewalk. Smooth white paneling on the first and third floors sandwiched the second story, which was made entirely of glass. The second floor was also twice the height of the floors above and below, elongating the facade. At the top of the building, surrounded by intricate woodwork carvings of roses, was the business's name in chiseled letters filled with black paint:

YLLES RESORT & SPA

The car pulled to a slow, leisurely stop in front of the double doors, which slid open automatically as a trio of attendants emerged on cue. A tall, slim mink in what was apparently the resort's employee uniform approached first, leading the other two at a clipped, half-jogging pace. A tight, smart-looking black polo shirt hugged the mink's long torso. The pair of buttons at the neckline were both undone, allowing a thick ruff of solid white fur to sprout through. The polo showed off his arms and belly, both of which showed the occasional bulges of lean, solid muscle.

The mink's eyes flicked from the car to his clipboard as he drew up to the back passenger door. The seat of the pants of his tight shorts pulled taut across his ample backside. The shorts, which fit in a sleek, form-fitting style that left nothing to the imagination, were also solid black, thus hiding some of the curviness in back and front in itself. The shorts stretched to just above his knees, where his white fur picked up and spread down to his sandaled feet. His tail swept across his rump as he reached for the door knob, pausing to glance at the other two to ensure they were ready. He'd made it clear earlier he expected nothing but perfection for their newest high-profile client.

The other two spa attendants were, indeed, ready. One was a short black rabbit who fairly vibrated with excitement while the other was a wide-eyed rookie who'd only started at the spa a month ago. The fox's eyes were locked on the door handle and he shifted his weight from one black-socked foot to the other. The movement caused a shift in the balance of the bulge draping down his thighs; easily the thickness of his own wrist, the rookie's impressive maleness belied his build, which, like the rabbit and mink, was lean, toned, and well-padded where it really counted. And like the other two, the fox's bulge was shamelessly big, flaccid, and wrapped up tight in a pair of well-stretched fur-tight shorts.

The mink shot them both a look before putting on a pleasant smile and drawing open the heavy door. It opened smoothly despite its weight, allowing a pair of long, large, and firm golden legs to extend from within. The three attendants stared at the large, impressive calves and feet, and all three couldn't help but widen their gaze a bit as the even thicker, meatier thighs emerged following, only partially obscured by the draping blue folds of a loose, royal blue skirt. As the lioness emerged from the car and stood upright, the trio of attendants were professional enough to stare ahead, not tipping their heads back to ogle.

And there was plenty to ogle. The tall feline's smooth golden fur coated her neck, shoulders, and sides, but a stretch of white began around her collarbones before diving between her enormous breasts. A blouse with blue buttons done up only halfway supported the large feline's plus-sized bosoms along with a bra made visible as the sides of the shirt, plastered tight as they were to the outside of her chest, struggled to reach across the enormous valley. The lioness ignored the trio for attendants for the moment as she gazed at the sign, then at the grounds around her. Each movement sent a jiggle through her top matched only by the jiggle in her royal blue skirt. While seated, the fabric bunched up, but now, standing straight, the fabric draped down, stretching over and around the prominent male bulge drooping from her upper thighs. The skirt shifted and drifted, occasionally showing the outlines of the hems of the underwear underneath, which was presumably doing a lot of work keeping the well-hung lioness as compact as she was - which was several times bigger than that of any of the attendants, who were all sweating despite the cool mid-morning breeze.

The lioness twisted her head and shoulders, peering around through the dark sunglasses parched atop her broad, short muzzle. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed the air. Along with the familiar scent of arousal (she was standing downwind of the mink and despite his professional appearance, Gloria knew the effect she tended to have on certain people), the lioness couldn't get much more than grass and roses. And her vision gave her no clues about the resort either, being as vivid green privacy hedges at least 12 feet tall stretched from the corners of the building, up to the second floor, encasing the grounds of the spa in a giant leafy fence.

Casting a glance behind, the lioness noticed the fox speaking to the driver and the rabbit popping open the trunk. Gloria waited until the rabbit lifted one of her suitcases out of the back before turning back to the doors with a slightly wider smirk than before. Despite her luggage weighing something more than normal, the rabbit lifted it easily. Good to know that the spa attendants were tougher than they looked.

From in front of her, she heard a trim, polite cough. Turning around, she lowered her sunglasses and looked down past the swells of her own chest at the cute mink. He couldn't be more than five feet tall, Gloria thought, allowing her eyes to drift from his pleasant smile to his lean chest, smooth belly, and plump thighs. Her red tongue appeared first at the far corner of her muzzle before gradually sweeping across to the other side and disappearing by the time her gaze traveled back up the mink's cute little figure to his face.

"Welcome to Ylles Resort," the mink said, pronouncing it 'EE-luss.' "If you would follow me to the check-in, I'll have your luggage delivered to your room."

"Uh... thank you," Gloria said. The lioness wasn't used to arriving at a hotel like this. Normally she pulled up in a ratty cab and carried her own bags while traveling for business. The sedan was limousine-like inside - minibar, television, the works.

For once, her crummy job was paying off, she thought. She won a paid weekend at this resort from another company her company contracted for, and she was determined to make the most of these three days of pampering. She didn't know much about the place besides what was on their website, which was very little other than a phone number and address. This place was apparently beyond exclusive.

Not wanting to waste any time, Gloria headed up the marble path to the front doors. The lioness's gait was sinewy and almost deceptively smooth. She placed each front foot effortlessly in line with the one behind. Considering her mountainous curves and lush, glossy pelt, this caused all sorts of eye-catching movement in the front as her hips twisted and her thighs squeezed together beneath the dress. The lioness's hips and chest shifted in rhythm with the movement, causing the orange dress to sway one way while the bright blue top shifted the other. Her tail curled into a shepherd's hook above her plump backside as the mink realized he hadn't started walking yet and chased after.

He just managed to catch up as Gloria swept up to the doors, which slid to the sides automatically. A pleasant lavender scent filled the lioness's nostrils as she approached the wide, curving front desk. There were four counters, two of which were currently occupied by waiting attendants, each with their own touch screen built into the counter.

"This way, please," the mink said, motioning towards the nearest counter.

Gloria figured out the layout nearly immediately, which was a testament to the good design of the place. Guest rooms and suites on one side of the building on all three floors, and on the other side, a collection of restaurants, classrooms, fur treatment and other spa services, manicurists, and all the rest - too many to quickly take in from the display she glanced at on the touch screen at the front desk. Down the middle, a massive pool around which the rest of the central section was built, creating a large oval dome and two floors of balconies containing a variety of different hot tubs, saunas, salt baths, steam baths, and other forms of hydrotherapy both warm and cold.

As the lioness waited for the check-in process to finish, she cast her gaze across the lobby. The chic white and gold lines screamed opulence. Gloria was admiring the intricate inlay on an elevator at the far end of the lobby when the doors opened and a tall, excessively busty poodle strutted out. A shock of curly pink hair hid her ears, creating a sphere extending more than a foot around her head. Her naturally curly white fur was trimmed close to the skin across the rest of her, save for matching pink pom-poms around her dainty wrists and narrow ankles. Gloria's eyes traveled down from the poodle's lean and sharp muzzle with her plump lips - currently set in a self-satisfied smirk - to her smooth neck and thin shoulders. A pair of teardrop orbs three or four times the size of the poodle's own head squeezed together inside of a fluffy robe embellished with a thin black "Y" in curly font on the lapel. The poodle's plump nipples, only half-hidden by the thick cotton, bobbed up and down as she strode across the lobby. The robe, cinched high up on her belly, draped down over her hips and thighs, ending midway to her knees.

The lioness's tail twitched despite herself as her eyes went lower. The pink pom at the tip of the poodle's straight tail swept back and forth opposite her footsteps, held down by the robe so that it pushed across the swollen balls squeezed into a pink pair of lacy panties. Just the bottom of the enormous male swell shifted into view as it rode up and down her thighs and knees, though it was enough to tell the scanty underwear was being pulled down and away from her hips, giving rise to all sorts of similar thoughts in the lioness's imagination. Gloria's head tracked the canine until she was at the closest she'd be on her journey to the other side of the building, when the poodle's eyes flicked to the side and a small, knowing grin curled one corner of her muzzle, before she turned her gaze away from the lioness and back towards the doors opposite leading to the suites.

Gloria watched the poodle's hourglass figure from behind until the last curve disappeared through the doors before turning back to the elevator. Inside, a cute otter in the spa's black polo uniform slumped against the back wall of the elevator, jaw hanging open and cum dripping steadily from his slack tongue and raw lips. Legs flat and spread on the floor, his paws clutched at his belly as his face formed a dazed grin. Thick white seed covered every inch of him and the wall behind, leaving no mystery about what happened on the ride down to the lobby. Five more spa attendants - all fit and cute as ever - emerged from a room behind the counter with an "Employees Only" sign on the door to help him up and clean up the mess.

"You're all checked in," the mink said, drawing Gloria's attention away from the elevator aftermath. He didn't appear to even notice the cum-soaked otter being half-carried a few feet away. "The suite will respond automatically to your biometrics, so no need for a key. Your luggage is already waiting, and your platinum schedule starts in half an hour with a claw detailing."

"Wait... platinum package?" Gloria asked, still glancing towards the rapidly cleaned elevator. They'd handled the poodle's business like it was commonplace.

"Yes, your visit is on our Deluxe Ultra Relaxation Platinum package, I believe," the mink said, flipping a page or two on his clipboard. "Yes, it's right here. In addition to including a full suite, room service, and access to all amenities, you have a priority schedule at various treatments and services. First up is a claw treatment with Andre. He's a wizard with his fellow felines, apparently."

"Uh... lead the way, I guess."

Gloria blinked a few times. Just what kind of spa was this, anyways? She was here after winning a contest at work sponsored by one of the many companies they contracted for, apparently, so she wasn't quite clear on how all this worked. As long as she wasn't getting stressed or overburdened like at work, this was going to be a treat - especially if the spa attendants were all as willing as that cute otter was with the overhung poodle.

Gloria's room ended up being on the third floor in the corner and featured a view over the back of the estate. Enclosed by the same vivid green hedges she saw the start of out front was a massive hedge maze made of slightly shorter ten-foot tall greenery. Twisty and windy and curvy rather than straight and right-angled, it was also built across the peaks and valleys of two small hills. It was easily at least the size of three or four soccer fields. Despite the high angle, it was impossible to see down into the hedge maze.

The rest of the room quickly distracted Gloria. The feline quickly scoped out the bathroom, marveling at the luxurious pearl marble and massive tub, and the large bed, which appeared to be a specially made size bigger than a king. The sleek, glossy white headboard reached almost to the ceiling, which was white as were the walls. A few well-placed paintings provided warm, soft colors, and besides feeling impossibly luxurious, felt calming as well. The large window let in lots of light, while the deep pile on the carpet felt soft against the pads of her paws.

Gloria didn't realize how long she was taking to explore her quarters for the weekend. A knock brought her back to reality, and she quickly peeled off her shirt and skirt. They fell across the carpet at her feet as she grabbed a fluffy white robe draped across the bed waiting for her. Gloria's name was stitched across one of the lapels in gold. She tugged it over her arms and pulled it tight across her belly before cinching the belt. The ends of the belt batted across the bulge sticking out from her hips beneath, while the lapels of the fluffy white robe cupped her breasts and squeezed in just on the PG-side of her plump nipples. The fit was surprisingly great and Gloria grinned as she stuffed her toes through the simple, lightweight thong sandals placed at the foot of the bed.

The mink at the door had his paw lifted to gently tap again when Gloria pulled it open first.

"I hope the room is to your liking?" he asked, and smiled when he saw her nod. "Excellent. This way, please. Andre is ready for you now. He's very excited to practice his skills on a lioness."

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Gloria could feel her fangs push past her plump red lips as she used her newly sharpened, perfectly polished claws to elicit a few more gurgles from Andre. The small male certainly was skilled, Gloria thought, lips relaxing as another peak of pleasure passed through her aching loins. She smirked as Andre's hips, buried in her cleavage, wiggled and twitched. His not-insubstantial maleness rubbed between, aiming down across her hard belly, as she lounged in a padded recliner, no longer needing to keep her paws elevated at her sides for the technicians to do their magic. That job, long since finished, left her with perfectly manicured fingers, but Andre went above and beyond for his clients, apparently.

Gloria's eyes narrowed as she used both paws to shove the very skilled cat nose-first into her fat, full nuts. The smaller cat's banded gray and black fur stood on end as the lioness's girth stretched his throat, forcing his jaw open as wide as he could and then some, so that the fat stalk could sink in until his vision filled with the white fur of her sheath. His belly fattened, hiding the thickness inside, as the lioness leaned forward in the reclined seat, palm open and flat against the back of Andre's head. The small cat's black ears twitched against her fingers as her glinting claws needled the sides of his skull, a reminder of a job well done.

Gloria pumped her arm and let out a satisfied growl of pleasure as a wave of thick white seed gushed from Andre's nostrils. The small cat's stomach filled, fattening somewhat more slowly now. His fingers scraped down the lioness's thighs as his arousal twitched and jerked between her enormous breasts. Her paws squeezed him down, forcing his hips to bounce into the deep valley of lush cleavage between, leading to a whole series of clenches and wriggles that made the lioness's growl go up a pitch. Gloria could feel the somewhat substantial thickness create a river of wet down her belly, pooling around the base of her own massive stalk.

The muscular golden-furred lioness managed one or two more bounces before her arms relaxed and she slumped back into the wet recliner seat. Andre's striped figure pushed itself off her huge erection, leaving him gasping and gurgling face down into her sheath. His warm, wide belly spread across hers and his knees ended up between Gloria's breasts. The lioness grunted and shuddered as the overstuffed cat wriggled against her. With both of his arms clenched around the base of her sheath, her huge, half-hard shaft eventually draped backwards and dripped a steady drizzle of thick seed across the back of his head and shoulders.

Gloria hadn't moved twenty minutes later when the mink arrived, though she had managed to catch her breath. The mink poked his white-furred muzzle through the doorway to Andre's private claw-care office. Though the black and gray feline was fairly waddling with a basketball-sized belly sloshing him off balance, and his entire office was drenched in thick white seed, the lioness herself was spotless. A pile of sopping wet towels overflowed a laundry basket in the corner, the only evidence the pristine golden fur was ever damp at all. Andre put a few finishing touches on the claw on her forefinger and wiped it with a cloth.

"I see Andre took good care of you," the mink said, doing his best not to stare too openly at the thick maleness pushing against the bottom part of the robe. "If you'll follow me, please, the massage therapy team is ready for you at any time."

Gloria purred as she swung herself off the recliner and stood. She held her paws out facing down and popped out her claws, admiring the way they shone in the light. She glanced at Andrew, and the saucy little cat winked back at her. The lioness smirked again, something she found herself doing often as she slowly adjusted to the pampering. This luxury treatment was really something else.

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The lioness moaned. She squirmed and stretched, gasping with pleasure. Her muscles tensed and twitched as she reached forward, digging her claws into the end of the table to hold herself in place. The lioness's golden pelt smooshed flat beneath her as her enormous breasts spread over the heated massage table. Beneath her belly, her enormous sheath pulsed, hot and warm and musky though not yet excited. Her tail lashed angrily above, twisting and turning in the air as she let out a few grunts and gasps with each passing moment. The scent of roses and lavender filled her nostrils.

Gloria's eyes squeezed closed, unable to open even if she wanted to, hiding the view of the floor beneath the massage table. This was too good. She never wanted it to end.

The circle of masseuses working shoulder to shoulder around the lion dug their fingers in deeper, grasping and pushing and stroking along every inch of the lioness's body. An attendant each handled one leg a piece, while another paired off for her arms. Two on either side worked her sides, hips, back, and shoulders, while a last attendee stood in front to rub the lioness's neck, ears, and temples.

Soothing classical music, just loud enough to be heard without being too quiet to be annoying, played over the groaning lioness's eagerness. The masseuses worked conditioning cream deep into the lioness's pelt, getting it through the fibers and down to the skin as Gloria's muzzle opened and her tongue lolled out over her lips. Her muscular body twitched, flexed, as the many pairs of paws prodding and rubbing her shifted from thigh to knee, from ribs to lower back, from shoulder to spine, a synchronized ballet of absolute pleasure that made Gloria's head spin. She sagged into the padded table, overwhelmed by the attention from so many skilled and simultaneous touches. It was like each one could read her mind and go exactly where the lioness wanted them to go next.

An eternity passed before the blissed out lioness heard someone speaking to her.

"Excuse me... would you roll over, please?"

Gloria's eyes opened slowly, then blinked a few times.

"Huh? Oh, right."

Relaxation did have its downsides. In this case, the lioness's prominent sheath was no longer hiding the enormous pole inside. Several feet of thick pink shaft had squeezed its way out earlier beneath the feline's smooth, hard belly. Now, as she rolled over onto her backside, the pent-up arousal released like a spring without the lioness realizing until it was too late.

Her stalk flexed to the side of the bed, whomping into the chest and belly of the nearest attendant, before sliding upwards and stretching towards the far corner. As Gloria's shoulders and hips rotated, the massive dong swiveled. The pink member swung around, picking up speed, before flopping over the lioness's hips and the table. On the rebound, her hips settled against the table and her enormous breasts draped over her arms on either side. Her thickness settled in the valley between, almost entirely hiding her white-furred belly from view.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was-"

Gloria stopped talking as her eyes focused on the attendant she'd inadvertently cock-slapped. The slender badger's eyes were wide and unfocused, though his paws stretched forward towards her. His tight black shorts sagged outwards, and judging from the size of the wet spot on the front of the bulge, he'd been at full mast for some time already. The lioness realized the rest of the attendants were similarly aroused, each featuring a good-sized, fully hard, leaking erection in their uniform shorts, which kept their malenesses pinned tightly to their legs or hips and clearly outlined.

The lioness realized the scent of lust she'd been smelling hadn't been of the normal variety. She was so used to smelling aroused people around her she blocked it mentally most of the time, and the roses and lavender scents were appealing. But now she recognized it - the lustful, deep, earthy scent of absolute desire coming from all nine of them.

Their paws landed at the same time across her body, digging into the pelt, squeezing her thighs and stroking upwards, clenching and grasping her belly, her breasts, her neck and head. Just as when she was laying on her belly, the massage continued, causing the lioness to gasp and groan anew. Managing to keep her eyes half-open as the wondrous fingers forced her body into a state similar to a loaf of warm bread, Gloria watched as the cute badger's hips swung side to side behind her head as his fingers stroked along the insides of her ears, working from the inside out before smoothly transitioning to her neck. His thick cock trembled in his shorts, excessively hard and visibly leaking. Despite that, his paws, like the rest of the attendants, moved confidently and surely, working her over as though they were all controlled by a single hive mind.

Gloria crooned and arched her back, grunting as she felt two at the bottom go at the undersides of her feet. Two more dug their paws into her belly, while another pair squeezed their chests against her sides, pushing her heavy melons together between them.

There was no hiding the arousal this time around. Gloria's impressively thick cock jerked and throbbed before lazily lifting from her belly, tugging free of the valley of her own cleavage on its way up. Angled from her hips, the thick white fuzz of her white sheath pulled back tighter to her hips as the enormous member surged in length and hardness. The fat urethra pushed outwards, tense and full already, as a few bubbles of clear pre-cum dripped from the tip and rolled down the smooth pink flesh to the underside of the huge crown.

If ever a crowd of horny males responded to a signal, that was it. Gloria dug her claws into the table beneath her as all nine simultaneously switched things up. Paws moved from massaging her muscles to gliding along her pulsing length. Fingers pulled her own slick pre-cum down the flesh, lubing the massive length from base to tip. Gloria's breath caught in her throat as she felt so many paws feeling up her sensitive organ, while yet more now grasped her thick teats and pulled, twisting, rubbing, teasing until she was humming with pleasure. She could feel a pair of thick cocks grinding against the sides of her breasts and many more now openly shoving against her sides. The attendants, professional as they were, couldn't stop the moans and gasps and shocked whines as her huge cock bucked against their paws, providing more than enough sticky, slick pre-cum to coat her entire erection.

Gloria's needle-sharp claws raked across the matted cushions beneath as the badger finally made it to his new place between her legs. His arms encased her heavy balls, squeezing rhythmically and with surprising force. Not enough to be painful, but the perfect amount to make her heart race as the rest of the team sought out her other erogenous zones. Paws dove into her sheath as her hips bucked, unable to stop the quivering need building up inside. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back as strong fingers tweaked and pulled on her plump tits in the other direction. Her cock flexed as power raced up her spine, fueling a surge of lust that made her growl loud enough to drown out the classical music.

A blast of thick white cum splattered across the face of the attendant in front. The fox's whole upper body ended up drenched, while the following few emissions dripped from the wall behind.The cannon fired again and again as the masseuses switched focus from encouraging the arousal to preventing it from ending. Fingers and palms and even an elbow prodded and squeezed Gloria from every direction. Her mind blanked and her heart raced faster yet as her impressive maleness erupted fresh, sloshing a gallon or two of thick cum with each heave. Gloria couldn't move as the pressure welled up within her again and again as though on a loop, draining her heavy balls in one huge, blown out orgasm.

As relaxed as her body was before, and for as tight as she'd scrunched her every muscle at the height of the pleasure, she now fell to even greater depths of absolute bliss. Her hips flopped down across the top of the massage table and her arms fell limp to the sides. Her knees relaxed and her huge cock slapped over her breasts before rebounding away, each time with a shot of cum like someone throwing a glass of water across the floor. Gloria's chest rose and fell in small, short gasps as the adrenaline boost wore off and her muscles sagged entirely.

The desperately hard attendants still didn't quit. Towels, brushes, and oils emerged. While a pair dealt with her spurting thickness, teaming up to milk it entirely empty, the rest gave her a quick clean-up and fur treatment, making sure her lush golden pelt sparkled under the light. Gloria didn't move much during it - she was trying to remember how to move her arms first.

The lioness's enormous maleness was just starting its journey home into her plump white sheath when the mink arrived. Unashamedly nude, Gloria took her time getting off the massage table and stretching her arms and legs. She purred and shivered her shoulders and hips, fluffing her coat. She also caused all sorts of movement in her chest and half-hard cock that made two of the attendants noticeably cream in their shorts.

"All done?" the mink asked. "Wonderful. Our massage team at Ylles is among the best in the world."

"I believe you," Gloria purred. "I feel incredible."

As they spoke, the spa attendants all filed out of the back door of the room. As soon as it closed behind them, Gloria could hear quite clearly the riotous, though muffled, sounds of nine males all desperately jacking off at the same time. The big feline tried not to be too smug about it, though she was secretly very pleased she was having this sort of effect on the staff.

"You have your choice of dinner at any of the restaurants at Ylles," the mink said, handing Gloria her robe. "Afterwards, the evening is unscheduled. We recommend starting your morning with breakfast at nine. If you have any questions about the amenities, please ask. May I recommend the hot springs?"

Though the mink sounded unfazed by the nude lioness, there was no belying the bulge in his shorts. Though he wasn't to the point of dripping, his similarly thick and long - for his small stature, anyways - erection throbbed prominently at the view.

"That sounds perfect," Gloria said. "Any recommendations for dinner?"

* * *

Dinner was delicious, of course. The longer Gloria stayed at Ylles, the more she came to expect perfection. It seemed only natural that the dinner was four courses with a choice of deserts that all sounded too good to be true. Every bite was a masterpiece, and she left the small, fancy dining room almost as content as she'd been upon leaving the massage therapy session earlier. It didn't hurt that after taking her order, the waiter - a raccoon that fit all the boxes typical of an Ylles Spa employee - crawled under the tablecloth and swallowed her length for the duration of the meal.

The lioness smirked. She'd left him full to bursting under the table at the end of the meal, dragging her spent, limp cock from his stretched muzzle with a wet pop. She heard the other spa workers moving to attend to him in her wake as she left, and a magical little thrill of luxury and power tickled up her tail.

The mink appeared in the hallway with a stack of thick white towels and a bathing suit branded with a small curly "Y."

"You mentioned before you were considering the hot springs, so I've brought these just in case."

"Hmm? Oh, the hot springs," Gloria said. Her mind was wandering to tomorrow, already wondering what sorts of fun things would be on the schedule. "Yes, that sounds good. Will you show me where they are?"

Even as she was asking, the mink was turning and extending his arm to guide her. He followed a few paces behind with his stack of towels, and Gloria was sure he was staring directly at her plump backside the entire time. The big feline smirked and wondered whether she'd have him now or later.

She was a little shocked to be thinking like that, but after the day of being pampered like that, it was getting hard to stop those thoughts creeping in.

The hot springs were on the ground floor to one side of the big pool, enclosed in large walls but no ceiling. Gloria could hear water bubbling and feel the steam as she approached the entrance to the changing rooms. She took the bundle of towels from the mink and stepped through the curtain. Inside, the room was paneled with dark wood. There were several benches and a bank of lockers on one wall. It was dimly lit, but still bright enough for Gloria to make out the other occupant.

A wide and muscular zebra sat on one of the benches in front of an open locker. Her shoulders and head reclined backwards while both of her striped arms reached down between her thighs. It wasn't until a moment later, when her eyes fully adjusted, that the lioness realized there were actually two people already inside. The second was a male wolf with dark brown fur and the same black uniform as the other spa attendants. Only part of him was visible, though - just his rump and legs. The rest of him disappeared under the zebra's enormous chest, which fairly smothered him beneath. Though she couldn't see beneath them either, there was little doubt about what was going on under there. The small wolf's polo shirt rolled up his bloated stomach, forced past his pecs as his quivering stomach stretched fatter and fuller. The zebra's arms shifted up and down, driving the wolf's body back and forth over her presumably plus-sized erection.

Realizing Gloria was there, the zebra turned her head and grinned. Her enormous breasts jiggled as they draped down the wolf's backside, almost to the small male's rapidly wagging tail.

"Oh, were you looking for him? Sorry, a fresh one will come by soon," the zebra said in a deep, husky voice. She was, Gloria realized, impressively muscular, with cords of fiber flexing from beneath her striped skin. "This one's just about... hnnnfff... full. Heh."

The zebra's legs spread further. With a glub and bubbles of cum from his nostrils, the wolf revealed his well-filled figure in full as he slid down the huge onyx member. The flared tip tugged itself free and released a pent-up squirt of cum across the wolf's backside as he rolled on his sloshing belly.

"Ahhh... nothing like a little service after a soak," the zebra said, smirking at the lioness.

Her hooves echoed off the walls as she grabbed her robe from the locker and trotted past Gloria to the door, leaving the lioness alone with the dazed, happy-looking wolf, who had rolled himself into the corner out of the way and was greedily rubbing at his belly.

Gloria's lips pulled into a smirking grin as well. A little service after a soak sounded like an excellent idea.

* * *

Back in her room later, Gloria's lips pulled back, showing her fangs, and her fingers on one big paw curled around the hips of the spa attendant she'd discovered in the changing room after her soak. The long-eared rabbit was back in her private suite, face down and squealing into the sheets, as her massive arousal speared into his rump from above. His belly bulged with the outline of her fat stalk as her shoulders curled back, keeping her torso elevated and thus providing easy access to the pair of Ylles employees who delivered a room service order placed beforehand. With her sensitive nipples being fully bathed, licked, and suckled by the eager attendants, the muscular lioness was free to flex her supple golden body fully into the rabbit below. Her thick maleness was thicker than the small male's own thigh, but despite the difference in sizes, she fit inside the squirming little twink like he was specially designed for it.

In the lioness's free paw, she held the small wireless phone to her muzzle.

"Yes, some room service, please. I've found I've got quite the appetite tonight. Yes, just some simple snacks, please."

Gloria's hips lurched forward and down, bouncing off the plump rabbit rump beneath her. There was little doubt the high-pitched squeals of lust that followed could be heard on the other end of the phone, but Gloria didn't care.

"Hmm? Oh, yes... it might take three or four to bring them? That's no problem at all, of course."

Gloria's fangs emerged once more as she tossed the phone aside, not even bothering to hang it up as the rabbit's squeals pitched even higher. The big, muscular feline's hands could wrap nearly entirely around his hips, which let her get all the leverage she could want as she buried her rock hard stalk to the hilt in his tight, warm, clenching body.

Gloria's knees trembled as she pulled back, hips rotating, angling her cock for maximum friction on the way back in a second later. The rabbit's arms and legs flailed in her grasp as she pounded her huge pole to the base again, until his rump cheeks squeezed against the taut ring of her sheath. Out and in, out and in, humping fast and hard and passionately, the lioness's growls echoed off the walls and drowned out the rabbit's pleasured squeals. Her enormous orbs jostled and swung into the other two males, who struggled just to keep their arms wrapped around their designated teardrops. Gloria's flanks glistened as she pounded away, hard and steady, dragging her thickness halfway out each time before plunging in fully to the warm, tight bunny boy in her claws. Her fangs turned into a lustful, predatory grimace as she felt her churning sac slapping hard against the back of the rabbit's thighs, bouncing him into the mattress each time.

Gloria didn't change position once for what seemed like ages, though it was really close to half an hour. Her pace stayed the same, constant, perfectly thrusting into the squealing rabbit dozens, hundreds of times. Even before she came, his belly filled out, disguising the shape of her cock stretching him from within, as she deposited enormous loads of warm pre-cum inside. Even more bubbled out around the thickness and ran down his legs into the soaking sheets.

The lioness realized in the far back recesses of her mind that room service arrived. Several cute little twinks were busily worshiping her fat balls from behind while two more joined in to tease and squeeze at her aching tits. Gloria could hear her thrumming purr fill the room as she kept going, hard, fast, making the rabbit bounce and slosh as she had her way, relieving herself of all the pent-up tension she wasn't even aware she was carrying. Her teeth glinted, snarling, as the big lioness felt the horde of worshipful, relatively tiny males pawing and licking and nuzzling and squeezing in against her as much as they could.

When Gloria did cum, she still didn't break pace. Her cock sank deep, right to the sheath, pushing through his swollen belly to create a lewd bulge at the top of his arced stomach, only for it to disappear the next moment as a flood of thick lion seed doubled his girth. The rabbit's eyes squeezed shut as twin rivers of pungent, musky jizz shot from both nostrils, but then his eyes opened wide as his cheeks bulged. A big glob of sticky cum fell from his muzzle, then another gush followed by another. His overfilled body twitched as he came, firing off endless loads of his own into the mattress below his widening stomach.

Gloria's massive tool, though, didn't stop plunging in and out, stretching him even as she filled him with one enormous blast of seed after another. The small male's belly sloshed back and forth as he was lifted higher into the air by his own stomach, which only made it easier for Gloria to have her way with his clenching, tight backside. Her enormous pole slammed into him over and over as he cried out and twitched, while the two muzzles wrapped around her full, sensitive teats lipped at the tips and slathered them in saliva.

The lioness's wide eyes turned away from the full rabbit half-covered in sheets beneath her to the attendant busily lapping at her right nipple. He was a slim and lithe cougar with darker than normal fur and an impressive arousal on display in his uniform shorts. Twisting her hips away from the gurgling rabbit, Gloria rudely dragged her massive, flexing maleness free of the first small male and instead turned it towards the second of the three. The cougar she pinned to the wall, smothering him in her breasts, as her huge tip opened him with ease. Only his arms and legs were visible as she surged inside of him, filling him with every inch he could take, so she grabbed his knees and tugged.

That was better. Gloria moaned as her huge tits flattened against the wall, completely encasing the cock-filled cougar in a tunnel of warm, furry cleavage. The lioness's hips jerked, slamming forward, pumping hard and fast, filling the cougar with the leftovers of her first orgasm even as she quickly built towards a second.

Between her thighs, she felt a muzzle squeeze through and suck at her massive balls. Though her fat sac was far too large for just one muzzle to satisfy, the lioness appreciated the gesture, and for a moment, the smirk returned. Her hips dropped, bouncing the cougar already impaled on her shaft while smacking her huge balls down onto the upturned head of the third attendant below, a cute little stallion with a patchwork white and beige hide. She could feel more clutching at her thighs and balls with their paws, urging her on.

That was more like it. It was good to put as many of them to use as she could, Gloria figured. Better than having them sit around doing nothing.

The lioness's claws dug into the cougar's thighs as she pumped hard, fast, taking his tight, clenching little backside as much as she desired. And she desired so much...

* * *

Gloria thought, for a moment, that perhaps, in a small way, she'd overdone things the night before. She remembered ordering even more room service - or at least, telling one of the other attendants already there to order room service. Then lounging in her bed as a steady stream of cute twinks fulfilled her every whim. A small bowl of raisins? Arrived within minutes, and with a blowjob, too. A plate of peeled orange slices? Same story. At one point, Gloria remembered ordering a glass of water at a specific temperature, just to see what they'd do, and in trotted the cutest little otter the big lioness could remember ever seeing, carrying not only a tray with a single glass of water, but a small thermometer on a white doily.

The lioness hadn't bothered taking the temperature of the water, though she did think the otter felt quite warm indeed around her huge length a few minutes later. And so it went, with the lioness eventually falling asleep in the carnage, surrounded by empty serving dishes, half-finished drinks, and bloated twinks piled around the bed and floor.

But now, in the bright morning light streaming through the tall windows of the corner room, there was nothing. The room looked absolutely spotless, and she was in bed alone.

The lioness shivered. What was this feeling, she wondered, that made her feel like she could do anything?

A smile spread across her muzzle as she headed into the washroom and took a quick shower before drying off with the wall-mounted blow dryers. When she emerged, she found her bed was newly made up with fresh sheets and blankets. The white mink stood near the door at attention holding a small bundle of clothes.

"Good morning! Your platinum schedule will start with a mindfulness yoga course, followed by breakfast," he said. "The spa has provided suitable yoga clothes, though you may wear your own if you wish."

"You know, I've never tried yoga," Gloria said. Her tail flicked side to side with a lazy, slow spin as she stalked across the room to tower over the mink. Her eyes peered down at him over the swells of her bare, full breasts, hovering inches from his head, as her claws plucked the package from his paws. "Is it very hard?"

The mink's eyes widened, though his voice didn't, to his credit, break, as he replied just as the big lioness "accidentally" bumped her fat sheath into his chest, smooshing both it and substantial, flaccid bulge inside to half its normal girth against him smooth frontside.

"No, it's quite sof- I mean, easy!"

* * *

The yoga studio featured a soft, padded floor similar to gym mats. The black, rubbery material provided plenty of grip on the bare feet of the spa patrons and their yoga instructors. Large mirrors ran across one wall, filling it entirely from floor to ceiling. Soft yellow light emanated from wooden fixtures suspended from the ceiling around the room. Gentle, soothing plucked guitar music played as the cluster of yoga instructors broke up and began to fan out to find their clients, each of the twinky males still dressed in the same uniform of a slim-fit black polo and a pair of impossibly tight and revealing black shorts. Rumps and bulges bobbed as the wide-hipped boytoys took up positions around the room in front of their clients - face down, hips up, backside curled at a near 90-degree angle. Their arms stretched forward, palms down and flat against the floor, with their heads between their biceps. The synchronization was impressive, all happening in unison before the lead instructor spoke into a small microphone clipped to his lapel. He stood in front of the wall of mirrors so that everyone but him could see their reflection.

"Welcome to Ylles Spa," he said in a soothing, melodious tone. The fox's eyes swept across the room, double checking that everyone was ready and in position. "Ah, I see we have some new members joining us today on our journey of relaxation. Don't worry if you don't get all the moves immediately. The important thing is to find and develop our inner tranquility."

Smoke billowed from incense burners placed around the outside edges of the room, filling the air with a musky, earthy scent that made Gloria's nose tingle. The lioness wore the yoga outfit Ylles Club suggested, and while at first she was worried it would be perhaps a little inappropriate for a meditation class, she was excited to find her initial doubts unfounded. The top was pale blue and, like the bottom, made of a very pale blue, lightweight, and breathable material. It hardly felt like she was wearing anything at all, though the material clung severely to the broad outlines of her massive torso and prominent bulge. The outline of her thick sheath and fat balls looked like she'd hidden a pair of cantaloupes and a tin of coffee inside the matching pale blue calf-length pants. The tight pants hugged her rump and accentuated her curves with a pair of carefully placed white stripes, one on either side of her hips. The waistband tugged up under her tail with no loop to secure it. As tight as it was, there was no need.

"We'll be starting today with some warm-up poses. Everyone, please stretch yourself to loosen up, and we'll begin in a few moments."

Gloria glanced around the room. She counted eight other guests of the resort, each wearing similarly tight, form-fitting workout clothes. The pink-pom poodle was there, wearing a shockingly fluorescent yellow bodysuit that went from her ankles to her wrists to her upper neck, managing to somehow cover every inch of her white-furred body without hiding a single curve, bounce, or bulge. There was a tigress, too, in her own outfit - fluorescent blue and purple two-tone sports bra and what was supposed to be a bikini bottom, but was modified. The modification included a massive pouch in the front to accommodate what was clearly a huge horse cock curled over on itself inside, with the flare nestled in between the immense balls below. The tigress also had hooves, rather than feet, with bright purple shoes that matched her sports bra.

The rest of the guests were of similar sizes, sporting bulges that put any of the well-hung twinky males to shame. In addition, though Gloria was on the upper end of cup sizes in the room, there were several with even more voluminous fields of fur - and in the case of the very tall, slender dragoness, oily black scales - on display in yoga suits stretched so far that they appeared on the verge of ripping apart at the welded seams.

Gloria watched for a moment as all of the guests stood behind their yoga instructors, still laid out on the floor with their hips higher than their shoulders, and performed various stretches. The pink-pom poodle leaned over, backside curling only slightly as her massive breasts dangled towards the floor. She leaned down lower and lower, until the huge orbs pressed into her knees and shins, so that her arms could stretch past them to touch her bare toes. Then she went lower, with her knees still locked straight, and pressed both palms flat to the floor. The outlines of her plump nipples scraped the ground and her huge male bulge shoved into the gap between her thighs and the underswells of her breasts, hiding her narrow, waspish belly from view entirely, until her shoulders levered upright with surprising smoothness and ease.

The poodle's eye caught Gloria's and the canine's lips pulled into another small, knowing grin, before she turned her attention back to the lead instructor at the front of the room.

"Alright, everyone. As you can see, your instructors have assumed the extended puppy pose. Model yourself on them and take up the same position."

Gloria's eyes widened a bit, before drooping halfways, followed by a sideways grin. The other yoga students settled themselves down on the padded floor right on top of their instructors. The lioness followed suit a moment later, positioning her knees outside of the legs of the cute squirrel spread out in front of her. His hands, though stretched in front of him, disappeared under Gloria's as the lioness shifted her hips into place. With the way he was sticking his rump up, her enormous bulge flattened against his plump, juicy backside, and quickly settled into place from the back of his thighs to the base of his tail, which was upturned and twitching against the undersides of her chest. But only for a moment, because she quickly lowered her top down the rest of the way, letting the ponderous weight of her massive mammaries to squeeze down on top of the squirrel's narrow shoulders and head. Like the rest of the class members in the room, once Gloria was settled into place, it was hard to tell that there was an instructor under all that lion flesh at all.

"Excellent, now hold that pose and take deep breaths... in... out... in..."

The lioness closed her eyes and followed the instructions. Her heavy chest pillowed into the shivering squirrel beneath her as the deep breathing caused all sorts of friction where her hips met his backside.

"Focus on your breathing... feel the air rush in... and out... in... and out..."

Gloria did as she was instructed, but more than her breath was coming out as she slowly shifted her massive bulge up and down across the squirrel's thick rump.

"Excellent! Let's move on to another warm-up pose called the bridge pose. It's excellent for working your core and releasing pent-up energy. Instructors, please assist."

Gloria slowly removed herself from the top of her squirrel instructor, following the suit of the other people in the class. He was breathing hard, but quickly recovered and positioned Gloria on the floor on her back with her arms at her sides and her palms flat against the floor.

"Now please draw your legs in, bending your knees... yes, that's it... now push your hips into the air and hold yourself there without moving your arms... good, focus on the balance and breathing... good, now, everyone, hips down slowly... slowly... and rest. Excellent! Instructors, please assist."

Gloria gasped, though she was the only one in the room a bit surprised at what the next pose actually entailed. The squirrel's bushy tail spread across her chest, curling over her massive breasts, before his shoulders pushed it down into a valley of cleavage. The squirrel settled on his back, legs spread around the lioness's thighs, and his rump planted firmly against the impressive sheath at her hips. His paws pressed against her sides for stability as the instructor kept talking the class through the motions.

"Now, with your instructor, arch your backs slowly into the air... breathe in deep all the way to the top of the bridge... annnnnnd sloooowly back down..."

The lioness felt the squirrel sliding head-first into her cleavage, leaving him smothered in tit flesh, as she powered her hips upwards, easily lifting the twinky, fat-rumped male so that her bulge squeezed into his backside even more tightly than during the extended puppy. She followed the slow, steady pace of the class, drawing in deep breaths as her hips pushed the squirrel up, then exhaling at the same rate on the way back down.

"Very good, everyone!" the instructor said after a few more repetitions.

Gloria turned her head to the side. The hybrid tiger-horse was completing the same pose as she was, but the feline's thick horsecock was buried to the hilt in her instructor, forming a noticeably flared bulge in his belly, especially as her hips rose high off the ground, lifting the impaled mouse upwards. The small male's whole body pulled off the feline's creamy white fur on her belly as the huge stalk flexed, hard and thick and big enough to lift him entirely by itself. His head momentarily appeared from between her enormous breasts with a beatific grin plastered across his muzzle, before he sank back into the soft fur as the instructor ordered the class back to the floor. The tiger's blue and purple sports bra deformed easily as her muscular body caused her pelt to shift and stretch. Her eyes were closed, though her ears were perked forward to listen to the lead instructor's directions.

The lioness's brain worked furiously as she realized the class was a little more open to interpretation than she assumed.

"Excellent, excellent. I can tell some of you have been practicing at home," the lead instructor said. "Our newer class members are also picking things up very quickly. Now, as we strive to find internal peace, we must learn to quell the unnecessary intrusions that can distract us from that. This next pose is excellent practice for that."

The instructor glanced around, making sure the instructors who were able were assisting their students.

"This is called the upwards plank pose. Hold yourself up from a prone position on your back with your legs extended outwards," he said, getting into the position himself to demonstrate. "Instructors, please assist."

Gloria, from the corner of her eye, saw the tiger-horse next to her adjust quickly and with enviable ease. The mouse's legs stretched out along the feline's as she straightened her backside, pushed with her arms, and elevated her hips as high as her shoulders - all without touching the impaled male riding along. The mouse's hands clutched at the tigress's sides as his head and shoulders squirmed up and down in her cleavage. His belly showed a ridge of thick maleness, even the outline of the medial ring, as his hips bounced off her belly, partly suspended by the massive arousal.

The lioness was tempted to do the same to her instructor, and judging from the glassy-eyed look and heavy breathing going on with the squirrel, who was completely engulfed in her own scent at this point, there'd be no resistance to the idea. Instead, though, the lioness assumed the pose with the squirrel riding her dry, though her thick sheath was substantially firmer than when the yoga class began, and with the way his plump cheeks caressed her bulge, she was certain that pattern would continue.

"Excellent! Hold... hold... now lower to the floor, exhaling as you go..."

Gloria closed her eyes, focusing on her breath as the squirrel's buttocks clenched the outline of her sheath. There was a bump and jostle when her hips touched the ground.

"Now breathing in slowly, lift back up... go at your own pace, but focus on deep breaths, which give your body the power it needs..."

Gloria cracked one eye open and glanced to her side again. The mouse's black polo shirt had ridden up past his pecs at some point, and his black shorts stretched back down towards his thighs at the waistband due to his bloated belly. The shifting outline of a huge horsecock stuffed inside appeared only briefly as the fit tiger-horse hybrid's purple shoes squeezed into the mat with each upswing. On the down, the mouse's rump visibly sank several more inches, flattening across the tiger's thick, meaty thighs. The hybrid's dark black fetlocks around her wrists and ankles fluttered as she went quite a bit faster than the instructor's pace, though her breathing and movements were even and steady. The mouse on top dug his claws into her sides with one paw as the other slapped across his muzzle, though he didn't stop the spray of thick cum backing up through his body and forcing its way through his muzzle and nostrils.

For her part, Gloria's thick sheath was on the verge of exhibiting much more growth. The fabric squeezed and clung around the fat tube and her full balls, but didn't resist as the head of her enormous cock pushed free of its warm, snug home to grind between the cheeks of the squirrel riding above. The huge length squeezed higher up her suit with each up-down movement until the tip disappeared between her breasts, forming a platform against the squirrel's backside. Her urethra flattened against his spine as the twinky squirrel's head was forced out of her cleavage from below.

It wasn't long before the instructor called another pose. Gloria's mind relaxed as the swirling incense smoke and warm scents of lust filled the room even more. It was smoky enough that it was hard to see the lead instructor. In fact, she could only catch glimpses of the tiger-horse and mouse next door over the next several poses. During the warrior set, she saw the now potbellied male dangling from the flare, fingers and toes desperately trying to keep himself upright and clenched around the huge head, while during downward dog he was squirming madly as huge gushes of seed flooded his muzzle from within.

The lioness purred gently as she focused on her breathing, calming the raging tempest in her loins as the squirming squirrel wriggled along her fat shaft. Her lips curled into a grin as her paws pressed into the floor, assuming the next position on top of her instructor, hips dry humping him until he was gasping and moaning and dripping like mad...

* * *

"And that's the final pose. Well done, everyone!"

Gloria glanced around the room as ventilation fans kicked in, clearing the smoky air. All around, the other members of the class were lifting themselves off of the flooded yoga mat, though the instructors were all rounded, bloated, and filled to bursting - unable to stand on their own, they simply rolled in the accumulated seed and gurgled with pleasure while draining slowly.

Gloria smirked down at the squirrel, whose cum-soaked tail was spread out underneath him. His paws held his huge, rounded belly in place as cum gurgled from his muzzle and his rump. His shorts, pulled down only in the back, kept a severe wrap on his big, still hard cock, which was spurting a few fresh loads through the tense fabric as he wiggled and moaned. Glassy-eyed and with a pleased, needy pout on his muzzle, the squirrel seemed to be asking for another go, though he wasn't yet capable of forming words as cum kept welling up from inside.

The tiger-horse was one of the last to finish dragging her massive shaft from the muzzle of the mouse hanging off the end. The flare formed a lewd bulge in his throat on the way out, and finished with a massive pent-up firehose of thick, musky jizz that painted his gasping face anew.

Gloria watched and felt her cock throb in response, flexing upwards a bit and interrupting the retreat into her heavy white sheath.

"Alright, everyone, thank you for coming, and remember we have classes every morning and afternoon. Showers are available through the marked doors in the back, and please let me know if you have any questions or need any other assistan-cmphpmmff!"

Having de-flared herself from the well-used mouse, the tiger-horse strode past the instructor on her way to the showers, snagging him by the shoulder and tucking him in against her side with one paw. Her massive horsecock, still fully erect, weaved in front of her as it led the way through the door, drizzling thick seed with every step.

The lioness followed, wanting to clean herself up a bit, but unfortunately the shower room featured individual cubicles with privacy curtains, though there was no mistaking the noises coming from the stall nearest the door, often accompanied by a flood of thick, pungent seed that made the lioness's nostrils twitch. The whole time Gloria showered, the entire room thudded with the sound of wet bodies smacking into each other against the wall, and continued even as she dried herself off and took a fresh robe from an attendant.

* * *

The place Gloria chose for lunch was mostly at random. It looked beautiful, like the rest of the facilities, with elegant white walls, three-levels of crown molding, and wide, short chandeliers suspended above round tables with a pair of short-backed cloth-covered armchairs at each. The gold fabric was soft and inviting as Gloria took a seat in one in the middle of the dining area. Though a few other tables were occupied, they were all spaced much further apart and there were fewer tables in number than at any comparable restaurant outside the resort, lending a feeling of privacy despite the lack of physical walls.

Still, Gloria took a look around as she settled into her chair. A lean raccoon sat at a table on the other side of the room. Her dark brown fur glistened and sparkled having been obviously treated with conditioners and oils just recently. Her gleaming black claws matched the dark rings around her eyes, though the fluffy white spa robe wrapped around her narrow backside hid much of the rest of her. The front of the robe hid very little, by contrast, spreading open against the weight of the enormous breasts squeezed inside. The slimmest, dark pink edges of broad aereolae only just peeped out from the fuzzy white edges of the lapels, while the belt cinched the two sides together to finally complete a diving "V" past the lighter tan fur coating her belly button. A white tablecloth draped down the raccoon's sides and around her chair all the way to the floor, hiding from view whatever was going on at the bottom of the raccoon's thighs. The elegantly slender raccoon's massive teardrops rested on top of the table as she lifted her narrow wrist to her muzzle to sip from a small white mug she pinched at the handle.

On the other side of the small restaurant, the dragoness she'd spotted earlier at the yoga studio relaxed at a table as well. The triangles of a bright red bikini top stood in contrast to her oily black scales and the white of her robe, which failed to properly contain her massive melons - hence the spaghetti strap top, which hefted and lifted the dragoness's swollen breasts. The straps pulled taut from the shoulder to the triangles, which only just managed to cover the broad, plump nipples capping each orb, though the lower straps were hidden by the lapels of the robe, which spread from her broad shoulders open wider around the outer curves of her feminine swells, only to narrow back in on a slim belly. The bottom hem draped over what appeared to be a substantial set of hips, though the white tablecloth blocked the lioness's view once more. Unlike the raccoon's table, however, there was a gentle rustling causing the draping cloth to shift ever so slightly. The dragoness was leaning forward, resting her long and smooth muzzle across her upturned palm. There was a dreamy look in her eyes, and her other paw on the far side from Gloria was reaching under the table, gently shoving and pulling something hidden.

The lioness turned her head back to the attendant holding a small menu and grinned as she felt her hips swing forward beneath her own table. She spread her knees, and without anything to hold them back, her heavy nuts, each fat orb as big as a bowling ball, slowly draped down the front edge of the cushioned seat, while her plump sheath rested atop, pointed up towards her smooth, hard belly. Gloria grinned as she plucked the menu from the attendant's paws and transferred it to the other.

The lioness was barely aware of what she did next. Lost in contemplation of the menu, which contained a variety of interesting dishes, she reached out with her free paw and absent-mindedly tapped the edge of the table. That was, apparently, a signal of some sort, and the snow leopard - who up to this point had been trying not to stare down the muscular lioness's tremendous valley of soft, golden-furred cleavage - snapped to attention before efficiently disappearing under the table. As paws and a muzzle eagerly set to work between Gloria's thighs, her eyes widened, and she realized what she must have signaled. The big feline sat upright, lifting her heavy chest off the table as though she were about to stop the whole thing - but then a satisfied smirk stretched from one end of her feline muzzle to the other. The lioness leaned back into her chair, relaxing her tense thighs as the snow leopard's muzzle explored her plump, massive sheath.

The lioness sighed and, unable to stop the self-satisfied expression on her muzzle, perused the menu leisurely. Another waiter appeared a few minutes later, but disappeared just as quickly after another distracted tap on the table.

That was more like it. Gloria was too much lion for just one eager twink. Better that a pair of them went to work giving her huge maleness a proper rubdown as she decided what to have for lunch. After more than a day at the resort, she was starting to get the hang of how things worked. And she liked it. A lot.

After ordering both her meal and a third cute little twink beneath the table to worship her massive shaft, the lioness sipped from a small mug of espresso, tipping it back for a taste of the delicious brew. Below, under the table, her half-hard length pulsed slowly in the tender fingers and muzzles of the trio of twinky males eager to please. She wasn't hard owing to the recent yoga session, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from enjoying the loving attention from the well-trained spa attendants.

* * *

"Right this way, please. You're scheduled for an exclusive spa treatment with the replenishment team," the mink said, his voice once again even despite the obvious signs of arousal in his tight black shorts.

His eyes darted from the lioness's broad, smirking muzzle past the incredible swell of her chest, to her hips, where her enormous length draped lazily from between the curtains formed by her white robe. A few fat blobby drips of pre-cum occasionally splashed onto the floor a few feet in front of the big, muscular lioness as she casually strutted in front of the mink, hips and chest swinging opposite with her dainty one-foot-after-another feline gait.

"Excellent," was Gloria's simple reply. "I could do with a little tension relief."

Ignoring the pair of attendants following along behind them cleaning up the trail of thick lion seed, Gloria strutted across the lobby of the resort and through to the central pool area, guided by the mink along the way through the hall to the spa section. Like the hot tubs earlier, the room she ended up in was without a ceiling, leaving a view of the domed room above while the tall white walls lent a feeling of privacy. Natural rocks and a water feature running through the middle lent a serene feeling of nature to the room. A large, padded chair, reclined so that the occupant would lay mostly flat with an adjustable cushion for the knees to bend over, sat in the center of the room. A quartet of spa attendants, all four of them otters, waited behind the chair with eager smiles as Gloria swept in.

"The rejuvenation therapy session lasts four hours," the mink said. "You have unscheduled time after, so please feel free to make use of the facilities in any way you like tonight. If you have any questions about the available options, just ask. Thank you again for staying with us at Ylles Spa, and enjoy!"

The mink's cock was clearly rock hard in his tight black shorts and as he left he cast a longing glance back, as though wishing he were able to stay and enjoy the coming rejuvenation therapy session himself. Gloria, who was settling into the padded, comfortable chair, didn't notice.

"Please lay back and relax," one of the otters said. The lioness wasn't sure which was which, as they all four looked quite similar in their builds and, of course, their clothing. "Relax, and for the next four hours, let us take care of you."

The lioness smirked at that. Of course these needy little twinks wanted to take care of her. The feline's fat maleness, still three-quarters hard from lunch, let out a throb that flexed from base to tip. The big cat let her purr signal her assent, and in unison all four otters set to work.

Gloria was expecting... well, she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't that a pair of padded clamps would trap her wrists, while more went around her ankles after extruding from the table. A large one went around her belly, holding her firmly yet gently to the table. She was about to protest when she felt something warm fill her muzzle - a soft, almost chewy, but definitely indestructible ball-shaped gag. The straps clung to the sides of her muzzle as one of the otters fastened it around the back of her head. The gag, she realized, was the source of the strong fumes filling her lungs and nostrils. It was warm, moist, heady, and instigated a deep lust in the lioness's belly. Her head spun as the warm feeling spread through her entire figure, all the way down to her toes.

"Mmmpph," she moaned, suddenly not so concerned about the clamps holding her down. "Mmmphhhh!"

The second "Mmph!" was in response to a pair of clear silicone cups that the otters attached to her nipples, which, like her thick maleness, were fully hard and aroused. The silicon clung to the bare skin and spread over the aereolae on each side before a rhythmic suction sent all sorts of signals firing in the lioness's body. She immediately pulled at the restraints and growled into the ball gag in response, only for that to cause another flood of hormone-laced musk to flood her mouth and nose.

"Mmmmmpphhh!"

Another pump sealed around the base of her cock, shoved down by the otters to the inside base of her sheath, right at the root of her massive stalk. With the suction applied from the top, the lioness could do little but twitch as the beaded silicon fixtures inside vibrated and rubbed across her entire length, not just pulling and pumping, but stroking and massaging all at once.

The lioness blanked as pleasure flooded through her body. She twitched and groaned as the pump pulled the first few blasts of pre-cum from her thick arousal. Every time she clenched her jaw in response to the tweaks of pleasure, the gag emitted more pheromones, fueling a cyclical surge of heat that left the big lioness quivering and shaking in the padded chair. Her huge cock pulsed inside the container, and a few of the otters whispered to each other about fetching the larger sizes, though Gloria was too strung out on pleasure to notice. Her muzzle sagged open and her tongue fell over her lips as the otters went about checking settings on the equipment cleverly disguised as part of the natural foliage and rocks in the room.

Gloria's eyes snapped open as she realized she was forgetting something quite important. The clamping suction around her fat, aching nipples increased, almost doubling the pressure, it felt like, and the enormous jugs jiggled and danced in response. The lioness tried to remember what it was, but it was so hard to think. The heat in her belly was like a fire, and it spread quickly, overwhelming her senses. What had she forgotten? The suction increased again. Her huge shaft filled the chamber in which it was encased until every side was filled with her flesh and the suction sputtered, overwhelmed by her pre-cum. The suction on her nipples didn't stall, however, and as the team of attendants switched their equipment for larger sizes, Gloria let out a long, powerful moan through the gag.

Both of the tubes attached to her massive breasts filled with warm, creamy milk in the seconds after, and then again in regular, rhythmic cadence after that as the electronically controlled pumps massaged her teats. The lioness shuddered and pulled against her restraints, but they were too strong to be ripped apart even by a lioness in as heightened of a state of pure, heat-frenzied lust as she was.

Gloria's whole body stiffened at once when the otters finally managed to find a pair of pumps capable of handling her bowling ball-sized nuts, and as each one was massaged and stretched and tugged along with her nipples and cock, her whole system went into overdrive, fueled by the musk-laden gag that kickstarted her body into sexual overload.

The lioness's eyes opened again, this time with wide, dilated pupils. She remembered what it was - the important thing that she couldn't remember, and as a single thought - the last she'd have for quite a while - crossed her mind: this session was going to last another four hours.

* * *

Later, as she reclined on a chaise lounge in the observatory half-dome at the back of the spa, Gloria took a moment to appreciate the most recent session. Though it was supposed to have been four hours, it felt like mere minutes to the lioness, and the evidence of the successful treatment showed. Her robes parted at her legs, allowing the fat, swollen, flaccid cock to drape from her sheath and over her leg, then down the side of the sofa until it swung over the floor. It was too plump and thick now to fit back into her sheath, just like her nipples were similarly a size too big for the lapels of her robe, and both jutted out defiantly.

The lioness lazed on the chaise lounge, propped up by a pile of fancy cushions, while a pair of cute spa attendants fed her little nibble of delicacies - fruits, nuts, candies. Between the fingers of her paw, a half-smoked catnip cigar smoldered, and she occasionally wrapped her full, plump lips around the thick stub for another long draw on the intoxicating plant.

The observatory was almost entirely full, with only a few of the spaced out lounges not being occupied by other resort guests in similar relaxed states as the lioness, who gazed at the stars viewable out of the open end of the patio-like half-dome.

The lioness sighed, a dreamlike smile on her lips as she pulled at the smoking cigar again. She felt incredible, relaxed, and rejuvenated, but also extremely content to simply enjoy the cool night air, the delicious tobacco and catnip blend, and of course the doting attention of two cute twinks who were both extremely eager to please the well-hung lioness. Gloria almost purred at all the attention, and though she wasn't planning to do more than nibble their fingers as they fed her treats, she luxuriated in the knowledge she could have them both at any moment if she so desired. And a few of the other patrons lounging in the observatory were, in fact, doing just that.

Her massive cock twitched, then relaxed, as a few small aftershocks of pleasure tingled her spine. Gloria absentmindedly wondered whether they'd already finished cleaning up the team of otters and the rejuvenation therapy room. She'd left it quite a mess after they took the pumps and restraints off. They'd need ladders to get her spooge off the ceiling, she thought with a grin.

Gloria leaned back, stretching her neck as she settled into the cushions, looking over the lamp-illuminated hedge maze to the starry night sky above. This was the life.

The muscular, sleek lioness wasn't the only one enjoying the pampered privileges the spa afforded. Across the way she kept half an eye on a cougar who, rather than a chaise lounge, rested against a stacked-up pile of pillows against one of the pillars, which seemed like a good choice considering she was several feet too tall for even the longest settee. The cougar's bronze fur lightened on her front, covering her breasts with an ample coating of lush fuzz. Enormous, dark brown nipples capped each impressive orb. They were only covered halfway by the lapels of the white robe struggling to contain the muscular cougar's enormous upper body. Not to mention that besides being tall, she was built like a tank. Or maybe two tanks. Hundreds of pounds of muscle rippled along her body as shown through the cotton by the way it creased into the ripples and folds of fibers across her shoulders and biceps.

Seated on the ground as she was, her legs spread in front of her. The robe opened beneath the belt, draping to either side of a fantastically huge beige sheath. It laid somewhat flat, held in place and upright along her lower groin by a strip of skin and fur. Though no actual arousal peeked out of the top, the dark brown skin of the massive flaccid member could still be seen inside through the fuzzy brown tip of the sheath, such was the width of the heavy maleness. A pair of twinky spa employees leaned into her immense breasts on either side, slowly feeding the giant cat with little delicacies. The big cat's bicep was the same size as either of their plump rumps.

As Gloria watched, a third attendant approached. The lioness's ears twitched, just making out what he was saying.

"Your appointment is ready, if you'd like to come with me?"

"Ah, already? Just one sec... ahh, there we go."

The enormous twelve-foot-tall feline's thighs tensed, showing mountain ranges of muscular cords strung along the thick limb, as she levered herself upright. The cushions forming the impromptu chair sprung back into shape, somewhat, but Gloria was more interested in what else was left behind: a dazed, grinning, mostly flattened stallion with a deep black hide.The lioness wasn't sure how long the horse was trapped beneath the big cougar's rump because Gloria arrived after, but on the other hand, Gloria had been here for more than an hour already.

The lioness smiled and tipped her head back to look at the stars as a smile spread across her muzzle. A twinge in her sheath curled the corners of her muzzle even more.

The night was young, and the cute twinks were plentiful. Time to have some real fun with her unscheduled time.

* * *

For dinner, Gloria had a little contest. The cute little silver-furred rabbit standing at the foot of the bed shivered and twitched, his cock fully erect and dripping inside of his tight black shorts, as Gloria's large muzzle wrapped fully around his extended paw, lipping and licking at his fingers before pulling the small piece of smoked meat free of his fingers. The lioness smirked, chewed, and swallowed, before rearing back and then surging forward. The other spa employee, a shortstack of an otter with a long, lean torso and tiny legs, gurgled as thick splurts of cum forced their way up his throat and out of his muzzle. His belly stretched obscenely around the intruding maleness, while his thick rump clenched and wiggled dramatically. The otter's eyes closed and his paws pressed against his swollen sides, but he was often entirely hidden from view when Gloria's impressive rack descended to flatten around him. The full, furry orbs pinned the small male easily, helping Gloria pump her thickness to the root with even more effectiveness.

She took another snack, a little bit of cheese, as her hips picked up pace. The silver-furred bunny twitched as her tongue teased along his fingers and she grinned. Watching them squirm was, thus far, her favorite. There was a soft moan from the corner of the room where two other room service twinks were sprawled, both full and fat with lionseed, both contentedly staring off into nothing their cock jerked and dribbled across their thighs.

"Mmmhh... your tray is getting almost empty," the lioness purred, locking eyes with the quivering rabbit. His little nose went side to side a million times a minute as his eyes darted from her broad muzzle and teeth to her enormous chest. "Go ahead and order another. I'm still not full."

The lioness shuddered and closed her eyes for a brief moment, then relaxed and sighed, letting her muzzle drop open and her tongue flop out. Her full weight dropped on top of the squirming otter, forming him down into the foam mattress completely. Thick bursts of cum erupted from between the lioness's plump tits and splashed across the rabbit's shorts, adding to the mess dripping down his calves and ankles. Gloria groaned and opened her eyes, lips curling back into a smirk as she felt the otter beneath her clenching madly, harder and tighter somehow than when she started. He was milking her shaft like a pro despite their size difference.

"And you know... I have just the idea for what to do while I wait for that order to arrive."

The big lioness's haunches twitched as she leaned back, lifting her heavy chest away from the cum-soaked otter burbling and squirming beneath. His belly wasn't nearly as full as the others, but considering how squished he was, it wasn't too surprising. Gloria grabbed the small male's thighs and dragged him off, which caused all sorts of twitches and grunts and moans. Music to the lioness's ears, especially the quivering little moan when she popped her tip free.

Ignoring the otter, the big feline slid off the bed and advanced on the rabbit until her heavy shaft ground into his face, wiping seed into his fur. Her fat sheath and balls squeezed into his chest and her breasts enveloped his head as she reached around the huge orbs to grab his shoulders and spin him around.

The rabbit's backside arched forward as her thickness squeezed along his spine, reaching easily from the base of his ears to just above the base of his tail. The lioness groaned as a few thick loads of warm, musky jizz squirted from her aching tip and rolled slowly down from the top of the rabbit's head. His fur felt so soft and fluffy, and just like all the rest, he was pliant, stretchy, and warm...

Gloria couldn't help herself. Both of her paws reached for the rabbit's hips and tugged his shorts down in the back. The stretchy fabric didn't tear easily, but it stretched like nothing. With his plump backside revealed, the lioness growled deep in the back of her throat. Her eyes went side-to-side, narrowing intently on the flicking of the cute little bunny's wispy tail...

Claws out, the lioness attacked. Her hips surged forward as she caught both of the rabbit's wrists in her paws. His elbows back backwards as she lifted him up with the follow through of her thrust. His belly shoved outwards well past his ribcage as her length dove in, breaking him open and filling him with her hot, slick, throbbing energy. The rabbit couldn't even squeal as he struggled to take a breath from the shock, but Gloria simply bucked again. His arms went rigid as he tried to keep himself levered but, but there was nothing else supporting him, and his feet flailed in mid air over the giant lioness's powerful thighs. Again and again Gloria roughly bounced the bunny off her hips, keeping a firm grip on his wrists to hold him down and stop him falling off. The lioness growled and moaned, gnashed her teeth, as his silky rump enveloped her aching hardness over and over. She couldn't believe how tight the little rabbit felt as she ground forward, swinging him down into her hips by the wrists before pulling him away on the backstroke. Her thickness speared his cheeks, which still tried to clench and milk her every inch despite the size of the pole hoisting him higher into the air by the moment.

The lioness switched grip. Spreading and bending her legs at the same time as she reached for his shoulders, her other hand grabbed at one of his thighs. She pivoted his head forward and down, making his legs go around her hips and end up clamped about her belly. With one long arm holding him by the shoulder, the other at the hips, his body angled downwards, not up, and gravity helped her sleeve the little rabbit even harder. Her massive cock went to the root, to the point she fairly attempted to squeeze her sheath in after, unable to resist the temptation of his warm, tight hole. Her growls echoed in the room along with the slapping of his plump rump against her thighs.

There was a knock at the door. Without breaking stride, Gloria grinned and turned her head in that direction. The rabbit's belly bloated and a river of seed poured from his throat as he dangled from her hips, arms and legs flailing from the rough, hard, bouncing.

"Enter!" she called out. "Oh, good! You're just in time."

The cute sleek panda on the other side of the open door stared, wide-eyed, and kept staring as he entered, watching in vivid detail as the rabbit's plump belly rounded outwards with the obscene length of cock and seed inside. The lioness's claws scraped along his fur, tight to the skin but not doing damage, as she bottomed out in the cute rabbit one last time. Her load was as big as the rest, and the rabbit's belly jostled and rippled with the torrent of hot seed pumped inside.

Gloria didn't bother wiping her cock clean after depositing the twitching, smiling twink onto the bed next to the groaning otter before turning her attention to the panda. Taking the tray from his still paws, she set it aside and shoved her hips forward, sliding her wet, pulsing, spurting cock along the small male's muzzle. With the tip of her claw, she speared a piece of cheese from the tray and brought it to her muzzle. Her other paw simultaneously wrapped around the top of the panda's skull and shoved him face-first over her shaft, working him down until he'd choked almost half of it into his throat and was wiggling uncontrollably. The bulge of her urethra was clear down the length of his tight throat from the outside. The panda's hips hung at an angle, legs towards the floor, as the huge length jerked him completely into the air. Gloria held him up by the base of his short tail, which made him really squirm. The lioness grinned, still chewing, and swung the door closed before settling in with the panda on the bed in between the two cum-filled twinks she'd already ruined. As the gurgling male hung facefirst down her upright cock, legs kicking and bending in air, the lioness used her claw to snack on the last few bits on the charcuterie board.

"Mmmmhhh... I just can't get enough of the... ooooh... room service here!"

* * *

Despite it being late into the evening, well past dinnertime, the full lioness wandered down the grounds of the spa towards the entrance of the hedge maze. Soft white lights hung down the corridor of the maze at regular intervals; clearly this was a challenge she could try at night. And, feeling content but restless, Gloria figured she'd give it a go while her room was cleaned. She pulled the sides of her robe more tightly around her prodigious chest. She'd asked around, but none of the employees would say what was at the end. Apparently it was supposed to be a nice surprise for first-timers.

Curiosity got the best of Gloria, so here she was padding along the soft green grass in a hedge maze with twelve-foot-tall walls covered in roses along the top foot or so. Following an old strategy, she let her left paw brush through the leaves forming the wall as she explored in an attempt to keep her bearings.

She nearly stumbled across an Ylles Spa worker in a black polo and shorts standing at attention at a crossroads a bit further into the maze. The lioness strutted up to him and paused with her full chest hovering in front of his muzzle.

"Hello! I am the maze assistant. If you'd like a guide, let me know. Otherwise, feel free to continue exploring, or ask me any questions about the maze itself."

This one was a lion like her, Gloria noticed, though that was about the only thing they had in common physically. He was small, maybe just barely five feet tall, but he was fit and firm from the look of him. His mane was trimmed down substantially and blended nicely, while his hips and rump squeezed into his shorts with the customary tightness. His ropelike tail swung above those thick cheeks, twitching eagerly as he waited for her response. The lioness smirked as she pretended to deliberate.

"Oh, hmm... maybe I should ask for help, or maybe I should just do it myself... hmm..."

Gloria rested her forearm and elbow on top of her massive breasts, then tapped her jaw theatrically with her other paw. This caused her swollen breasts to squeeze right around the small lion's muzzle and head, swallowing him up completely.

"You know, I think I'll try it out myself, but how about I bring you along in case I have any questions?"

Being as the lion couldn't speak from within the depths of her warm, soft, furry cleavage, he could only hold his thumb up to signal his understanding.

Within her warm, shifting, tight cleavage the lion stayed. In fact, with his arms pinned and his legs dangling behind the closed robe, the only visible part of him at all was his twitching, spasming tail swinging through the folds of the robe.Gloria cinched the belt a little tighter around her own backside and his chest, keeping him from popping off of her thickness as it sawed in out of him below. His arms reached to the sides, under her breasts, which only kept him all the more pinned as she grinned, stood, and started off through the maze.

The rhythmic purring from between her enormous melons made Gloria smirk. Each time her foot hit the grass in front of her, her whole fat shaft jiggled and thrust, shoving deep, only for her thigh to follow up with an extra bounce. Then her balance shifted to the other foot, and the process repeated opposite. A generous trickle of pre-cum dribbled from the underside of the lioness's huge balls, gathering and collecting at the bottom of the swollen orbs to drip into the well-watered grass below.

It took quite a while to find the exit. At first, Gloria was content to take her time and stroll merrily along, but after an hour she was moving with a much faster pace. Her thighs squeezed together, moving her huge balls up and down now as well, which gave a little double-tap of thickness under the lion's tail. The little bonus jolt made the lion do all sorts of interesting, tight squeezing and clenching, and Gloria was pretty sure she'd be cumming sooner than later in the cute little lion.

* * *

Gloria ran the lion's black polo shirt down the length of her half-hard cock, forcing a large amount of seed to dribble from the tip and over the gasping, bloated lion belly on the ground at her feet. She did the same for her balls, almost wringing out her fur to get the most of it that escaped the small male's bulging stomach.

"Thanks for the help, cutie," she purred. The sloppy shirt dropped to the ground next to the dazed twink as she strutted towards the finish line of the maze, which was a small building built into a flat, cleared area.

There was a small sign on the building that read "Ultra Relaxation Masseuses Only."

The lioness no sooner saw the sign than the door to the small building opened. For not the first time during the weekend, Gloria was surprised. Instead of the usual fat-bottomed twinks, what emerged from the small building was a whole other something. Two somethings, in fact. A pair of muscular males, each close to nine feet tall. Hulking, massive shoulders, meaty biceps and thighs, visibly cut abs and pecs that fairly quivered with power through the straining fabric of their black polo shirts. The one on the left was a stag, complete with showy antlers and a shaggy floof of fur coating his upper chest, shoulders, and neck. A veiny red arousal draped from his hips, flared at the tip; the big male wasn't even bothering to wear the stretchy shorts like the rest. The soft length bounced between his knobby knees as he walked. Next to the stag, an equally well built monster of a wolf stepped forward. His fur was trimmed, though, so he had a clean cut appearance, rather than anything too wild, despite the hulking muscles shifting beneath his glossy fur. A huge sheath swelled between his thighs as he lumbered along next to the stag towards the lioness.

"Congratulations!" the stag said slowly. He kept looking up as though trying to remember the words. "You have reached the... uh, the end of the maze, and your reward is a three-hour clinic... on... on... uh..."

"On Ylles Spa's ultra relaxation therapy," the wolf said, trying to recover. "It's guaranteed! To uh... leave you... leave you..."

"Feeling..."

"Yeah, it's guaranteed to leave you feeling absolutely relaxed. Um..."

Gloria decided to put them out of their misery and end the conversation early.

"Okay, I'm in. I'll have the reward, please."

A pair of huge brown-furred hands reached out and grasped the lioness around the back of her head, tugging her suddenly down and forward, right towards the base of the stag's thick sheath and hanging maleness. Gloria thought she would fall to the ground, but the wolf was already behind her and caught her hips in his paws. Holding the large lioness easily between them like she weighed hardly anything, the two brutish spa attendants stuffed her head against the stag's sac while the wolf's sheath rubbed along the lioness's maleness. She could feel the outline of his knot, as yet soft and snug inside the furry sheath, and let out a little gasp.

Paws groped at her breasts, squeezing her tits and roughly pulling on her pelt. The two big muscular males grunted and growled, fighting over her for a bit as their thicknesses grew and swelled against her. The lioness found herself facing the ground, held aloft by the wolf's paws at her hips, and a massive flared cock rubbing lewdly across her lips before pushing past them. The big, horny stag drove forward, groaning with pleasure as he scrunched his fingers around the stacked lioness's ears, shoving her down around the thick shaft. With her balance going the other way, it was the wolf's turn. Gloria's legs kicked once when the hard red tip of his pointed wolf cock shifted between her thighs, then stiffened when she realized just how big the rest of the veiny red shaft was. Her eyes widened as both big brutes shoved forward at the same time, pinning her between them both. The lioness's plush breasts spread across the stag's hard, deep-cut abs as their growls and grunts echoed in her ears.

She couldn't do much of anything at this point. Suspended by two hard arousals that pounded and pumped her like they were machines, she was already close. Her quivering flanks tensed and squeezed, grinding down on the wolf's thickness until he grunted loudly and smacked her plump backside. The shock of it relaxed the lioness for a moment, which was all the wolf needed to get the rest of his fat arousal buried inside her tight, hot pussy to the knot.

And what a knot it was. Gloria's eyes widened yet again as the heat of the thick ball of male flesh ground against her outer lips.

The stag, not to be outdone, was doing a number on her muzzle. Her tongue basked in his dense, musky taste as the flare stretched through her long, lean throat. Her nostrils flared, then filled is pre-cum as the stag's fingers reached down and pawed at her hanging mammaries, squeezing and gripping tight. She squirmed even more as the big stag tugged and pulled, only to suddenly stop. The lioness came to a jiggling halt, swinging in between the two pairs of superpowered thighs and hips. Her arms and legs dangled as the two massive shafts both throbbed away inside her. Her ears twitched as she heard some whispers, but before she could process what was happening, she was tipped upwards. Her throat swallowed and contracted with surprise around the retreating flare, which left her plump lips with a pop and a splatter of musky stag seed.

"Nnnggghhhh..." was about all Gloria could say as she wheezed between the two males, who shifted and rotated around, until the stag's flare squeezed up underneath her tail. The wolf, having never left, resumed the hard, eager thrusting, only now he was in front of her and the stag was behind. Gravity did a lot of the work as the lioness tipped her head back and moaned at the double-stuffed sensation.

But that wasn't even the end of it, as Gloria realized why they'd suddenly changed positions. The wolf kept one hand on her hip, holding her steady as his knot bounced off of her, while his muzzle dipped down to her plump nipple, pursing and suckling with enough strength to make Gloria wriggle and whine against her will. It felt too good - the twin thicknesses driving inside, the wolf's tongue first and then the stag, leaning over her shoulder and hoisting her heavy breast to his muzzle with her paw...

Soon trickles of milk leaked from the corners of the lips of the greedy masseuses. Their hips drove opposite of each other, keeping the lioness completely filled regardless. Her shoulders twitched and her muzzle pulled back in a growl as her own shaft stuck out to the side, spraying down the grass in a non-stop deluge of thick cream.

The wolf suddenly picked up speed. The huge knot ground harder against her. Gloria had to lift her legs and clamp them higher up the big stud's belly as his heaving thrusts forced it almost... almost... there!

The lioness yowled. Long, loud, and unembarrassed, she let everyone know just how good it felt to get the fat wolf knot inside. Her legs squeezed hard enough to crack the big male's lower back as he erupted within, bloating her belly in moments. The stag, again, not to be outdone, locked himself in with his flare. A second spouting fountain joined in, and Gloria's tail twitched as she hung weakly in their grasp, unable to move, completely out of it. Her pussy ached, having just gone through a non-stop series of orgasms with aftershocks that drove all sense of time and space from her mind. Her cock dripped, unable to stay erect after firing off half a dozen loads. And her belly, so full and heavy with hot seed...

The lioness moaned again, quieter this time, especially as the wolf experimented with trying to take out his knot. The stag, too, found it difficult to move from within the vice-like grip of the big lioness. Gloria's muzzle was the only part of her that moved, curling into a dazed grin. This place really did offer the ultimate relaxation - she certainly wasn't going to be moving anytime soon.

* * *

Later, after the wolf's knot and the stag's flare went down, Gloria leaned into them, still smiling contentedly. They'd gone two or three more times - who could keep count? - and certainly lived up to their promises. The big lioness never felt more relaxed. The two big males handed her a fresh robe and turned to go back into their hut when the lioness's paws stretched out and grabbed their wrists.

"Where do you two think you're going, hmm?" the lioness asked, a growl underlying her words. As she spoke, the front of her robe opened, allowing the impressively large cock within to stretch outwards. Nearly the equal of either stag or wolf, the two big males looked at each other and swallowed in unison before turning back to the lioness who regarded them with hungry eyes.

"I'm not done fully relaxing yet," Gloria purred.

* * *

Gloria smirked as she thrust her thick maleness deep into the gurgling skunk in the elevator, throating his fully as her heavy load filled the little male's belly. The tall, muscular lioness just couldn't resist one last parting shot as she made her way to the lobby to check out of the spa. Her weekend was over, her last twink creamed. She didn't bother tucking her enormous, half-hard length after dragging it from the cute skunk's wanton muzzle, and it bounced off her shins as she strode to the front counter. A colorful, floral print skirt hid the base of the massive cock, while a pair of white stockings climbed up her calves past her knees, outlining her large, powerful legs. Her heavy chest bounced in her tight t-shirt as she leaned over the counter, smiling toothily at the fully aroused twink behind the counter - a tasty looking ferret with a plump, juicy rump.

"Thank you for staying with us at Ylles Spa," the ferret said. The front of his shorts bulged lewdly as his fat shaft curled against the stretchy fabric. A few beads of pre-cum rolled down the outline of the shaft as he stared openly at the lioness's proud, plentiful breasts straining against the taut and thin cotton shirt. "As part of your deluxe package, a car will drive you back to your residence, airport, or anywhere else in the city."

The lioness nodded. All standard stuff to her now, pampered and privileged as she'd been the past few days.

"Additionally, Ylles Spa would like to grant you a complimentary membership good for one deluxe weekend stay per month," the ferret said.

Gloria's ears perked. "That's very generous," she said.

"The membership is being sponsored by a third party, who will discuss it with you in additional detail during your car journey."

Intrigued, the muscular lioness nodded and reached a paw down. Well in view of the ferret's unblinking gaze, the lioness stuffed the half-hard tip of her fat malenes into the upper part of the white stocking on her left leg. Trapped in between the stretchy stocking and her thigh, the thick member slowly pulsed and drooled, causing a noticeable reaction in the ferret's soggy shorts.

"Thank you," the lioness purred, winking at the ferret before turning to leave. Strutting down the marble steps to the walkway, she approached the large sedan waiting at the curb. It was even larger and fancier than the one in which she'd arrived.

Through an open backdoor, the lioness spotted a flash of striped orange and black fur coating a shapely, lean feline leg, and a smooth, deep voice spoke:

"I hope you enjoyed yourself. Access to Ylles is one of the many benefits of being an executive at SynTech, and I'm very glad to see you enjoyed yourself. It makes the decision to offer you a job all the easier, especially after so many glowing recommendations from the staff here..."