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It was best if she didn’t think about how many people were on the other end of all those cameras. Or that she was in the same room as her secret favourite streamer. Melissa was already driving herself crazy wondering if her outfit was right for the occasion. Frankie gave one of those iconic shark grins when she saw it, but in truth the rat wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. A librarian like her was no stranger to computers, but she certainly had never spoken in front of [i]that[/i] many people at once. The show hadn’t even started yet, and she could already see the viewer count shooting up if she squinted at the great big monitor across the room.

It was much easier to keep from worrying when she focused on her host. Francesca Sanada - much better known as Frankie to her growing audience. Melissa was still buzzing, just being there, where the magic happened. She never thought she’d strike up a friendship with someone so much more popular than her. That shark was so perfect. Gorgeous. She’d taken to her transition so well. Melissa was still trying to get the voice right. Yet the purple shark in the big, branded, boob-hugging sweater just seemed so excited to meet [i]her[/i] when they bumped into each other again, so many years after they went to school together.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized how out of place she really was. Everyone was tuning in to see the shark with the fat tits and the winning smile, not some short, chubby nerd in her great big glasses, wearing her best goth girl attire. That worry would have been enough to make her turn her pink tail and get out of there before the stream went live, but staring at the shapely sharkess had a way of keeping her in place. And making her grateful she didn’t pick one of her tighter skirts.

“Okay! We’re live in, like, five. Or whatever. Nobody really cares if I’m a little late. You ready for the surprise, girl?” The shark swivelled in her chair, wiggling her toes in Melissa’s direction.

“Oh!” was all the rat could say. She’d forgotten all about that part.

“It’s something a bookish ratto like you will appreciate, I think. Especially such a [i]horny[/i] one.”

She had to wonder what sort of gift a streamer would give a librarian. It didn’t matter. Melissa had been blushing all day, just thinking about the whole thing. That blunt comment was enough to get her whole head blazing. She didn’t have a response. Frankie laughed.

“Oh yeah. I forgot how new this all must be for you. I’d say I’d lay off, but you’ve seen my guest streams before. You’re going in the deep end, girl! And here’s someone to help me push around this cute little nerd even more.”

Not something. Some[i]one[/i]. Melissa still had no idea who it could have been, though she did a quick scan through her impeccable memory for all of Frankie’s other collaborators. Mazzy? That’d be nice. Anna? Maybe less so. She didn’t get a chance to think of them all before Frankie gave the invitation.

“Hey cat! Come and get your rat!”

Melissa didn’t expect the one who came through the door. She’d never been on a stream before. But she definitely knew who that was. Striding out with a swish of tail and a sultry rumble was the eroticist leopardess. A bit notorious, that cat, for all the sordid tales she told. That didn’t prevent Melissa from stocking her books in a special section of the library - or having a few good orgasms while curled up with one of them on certain late nights. Surely that big cat wasn’t quite the hedonist she wrote about, though. There had to be a certain level of fictionalization and sensationalizing, right?

Mahiri didn’t even bother to introduce herself. She let Melissa think that right up to the moment she swept in and snatched that much smaller, shorter girl beneath the arms. Up the rat went, and then down again. It wasn’t as brutal as a pounce, but it left Melissa fully pinned under the leopardess, with a set of deadly teeth indenting the skin on the back of her neck. She tensed her shoulders right up, but that was hardly enough to defend herself. Nor was all the squirming. If anything, it just made the big cat gnaw and then outright hump her a little more.

“Woah, hey! [i]Someone’s[/i] excited to see our special guest. Playing a little cat and mouse down there, Mahiri?” Frankie said.

“[i]Rrrrrrrr,[/i]” was the leopard’s response, but it eventually developed into a word, still growled. “[i]Rrrrrrrat.[/i]”

“Uh huh. The rattiest little rat. Look at her, already squeaking away for us. Don’t you just [i]love[/i] her, chat?”

“Wait ... wait ...” Melissa meekly whimpered, her eyes going wide. “I thought we hadn’t started yet ...”

“Oh, nah. Already played my prerecorded intro. Didn’t want you to get bored while I set everything up. Don’t worry though! I already told everyone what to expect, and you’re exactly the kind of cute, fuckable nerd they hoped for.”

“I’m ... I’m not ...”

Melissa wasn’t sure where she was even going with that sentence. The cat gnawing on her wasn’t helping. Not ready? Not a nerd? She knew she could hardly argue the last one. Letting out a nervous squeak, she tried her best to turn her head to get a glimpse of the leopardess, but it was in vain. She was just going to have to hope Mahiri heard her over all the rumbling.

“I thought you were a writer, not that you actually ...”

“Ah, you know how it is.” Frankie waved a hand from her chair. “You do a little cavorting with real actual demons and you’re never quite the same. That’s why I mostly stick to half-fiends for my content, you know?”

“Wait, so ...” Even with those teeth on her neck and a latex-wrapped bulge pressed against her butt, there was something Melissa simply had to ask. “So you’re saying the corruption arc is [i]canon[/i]?”

That was enough to make the shark snort out loud. “Ohhh, girl. That’s about the nerdiest thing anyone’s ever said on one of these shows. The two of us are going to fuck you up so hard. Outta the way, kitty. I wanna hump some rat too.”

It was time for the shark to get up from her chair and kick it aside in the process to make sure it didn’t block any of the upcoming shots. She didn’t have to worry about staying on camera at all times. With all the coverage, her audience was always getting a good angle, no matter what was happening. It was time to lift up her sweater to reveal what was underneath. She already looked good enough even in that big, soft garment, but her matching catsuit in her trademark purple and black hugged her figure so nicely that Melissa stopped squirming for a moment just to stare. The leopard even allowed her a few seconds of peace before helping her, or forcing her to stand once again.

“Mmm. I knew that’d look would be good for you,” the cat said, sounding more like her usual self again. “She does such great work. Easy to get out of, too. Just look for the right spot.”

She demonstrated before a wobbling rat, towering over that stunned girl. Hooking her fingers into some hidden straps or notches, she began to peel her upper body from the confines of all that shiny black. It didn’t [i]look[/i] easy, for how tightly it hugged all of Mahiri’s form, but the leopard was topless soon enough. She let her tits bounce a little, pushing them towards the stunned rat, towering over that poor girl. Melissa couldn’t help noticing just how perfectly perky those breasts were, almost weightless despite their size and heft. She wished she knew the secret of defying gravity like that. Maybe getting her face shoved in them would help.

Mahiri had to duck down a little just to put her bust on level with the rat’s face. She didn’t show any mercy after that. Grabbing a handful of hair, she roughly yanked Melissa until the girl was completely immersed in soft, warm cleavage. There was some perspiration clinging to that fur thanks to the cat’s time in all that latex. Melissa was happy to mop it up with her face, not that she had much of a choice in the first place. It was all happening so fast, and without any sort of safeword established. Honestly, that just made it hotter for the soft rat. She needed to get [i]broken[/i], and two of her biggest crushes in all the world were there to help break her.

Getting smothered in sweaty cat tits made Melissa perfectly vulnerable to a little butt-humping. Frankie too had to crouch down just to get lined up with the chubby shortstack. The shark laid her chin atop the rat’s head and pressed a nice, thick bulge against those cheeks. Her skirt hugged that ass nicely, making for a nice outline once Frankie really started thrusting. Melissa could feel that bulge growing. It was all because of her. Everything was moving quickly enough to scare her a little, and that was exactly what made her own cock impossible to contain in that cute skirt of hers. Everything was starting to feel so tight, to the point she didn’t even mind that much when she felt the shark grab her top by the shoulders and pull hard enough to split it right down the middle.

“H - hey!”

Melissa had to at least consider the cost of replacing such a thing when she heard the [i]scrrrrrrch[/i] of fabric tearing. Her top was wrecked by one impulsive pull, leaving its tatters hanging off her shoulders, exposing her own bust to the many cameras. She tried to glance to the side to see if she could spot some of the messages, to check to make sure Frankie’s audience approved of what they saw, but she was far too buried in tits. The forceful push and squish was starting to bend her glasses in half. She felt those give a crack in time, Mahiri’s hand on the back of her head ensured she couldn’t even pull back fast enough to save them.

It wasn’t like there was anything to see. At least at that moment. She couldn’t even breathe right. It was partly for getting smothered, partly for all the excitement making her chest feel so very tight. She was really doing it. All the anticipation, all the worry that she wasn’t even going to know how to get started, and it was already happening. It really was like what Frankie told her. All she had to do was be herself. Even if that meant nervously squeaking and perspiring in the clutches of two of the most gorgeous t-girls she’d ever known, ever seen, ever wanted to be. It was even better when the shark pressed in to sniff her a few times.

“Mm, sweating already girl? This too much for you, just standing there while we do all the work? Need a break?”

Frankie teased as she leaned in, pressing her snout, and her famous teeth, to the base of Melissa’s neck. The rat tipped her head back by reflex when she felt that. She couldn’t suppress a moan when she felt a lick along her lightly damp fur, and that just got even louder when she got her very first nibble. Frankie wound up for that bite like she was going to go in for a great big chomp, but she didn’t actually apply much force. Still, Melissa felt those points, felt the strength in those jaws. Such a dangerous partner for an especially biteable rat to be with, to make no mention of the greedy cat rumbling against her.

“I bet you’d love to clean us up once we start sweating ourselves. Hmm?”

Mahiri acted like she was waiting for a response, only to reach up and squeeze her breasts together around the rat’s face to muffle any possible words. She already had a light feline musk to her, one that tingled Melissa’s nose and got her mouth watering, but it could be so much better, with a little exertion. There was no chance for her to escape before they set upon the rest of her outfit. Melissa was far beyond caring about mere material goods anymore when her body craved all the sensations and attention only they could give. She was happy to let them reduce her clothes to rags with their teeth and claws as much as they liked, even if it meant leaving her fully exposed to the growing audience. And lightly scratched, beneath her fur.

She might have even been proud of how [i]hard[/i] she was, sticking up stiffly against her soft belly like that, if it wasn’t for the immediate comparison she got. Mahiri lowered the latex a little more, peeling it from her tightly outlined cock, and gave the rat her first sniff of all that rich feline scent Melissa knew she was going to adore. That shiny black shaft stood up tall right in front of the rat’s face, leaving her staring in awe and trepidation through her bent glasses. When Frankie forced her head down lower, those frames fell from her face and smashed on the floor, utterly ruined, blurring the whole scene a little more than it already was through Melissa’s misty eyes.

It wasn’t scent alone that left her vision faltering, but it didn’t help. She caught Frankie’s own when the shark began to strip, going for the same smooth, elegant undressing as Mahiri, but hitting a snag along the way. The rat heard an exclamation from behind her, and then the shark’s groaning.

“Oh for fuck’s. Mahiri, get the jaws of life. I’m trapped in here forever, dying of horny.”

“You’re fine. Here. Let me help.”

Frankie stood with her arms out, waiting for assistance, half-stripped from her gorgeous catsuit. Mahiri had to bend forward to reach, which meant pressing her dick right up against one of Melissa’s cheeks in the process, planting the rat’s nose right at the base of her drawn-back sheath. Of course she couldn’t help taking a little sniff of that fine leopard while she waited, dick trembling, tail twitching, feeling the two of them groping around above her. A few tugs was all it took to help free a nice thick shark cock, and then they were both back to menacing the smaller girl.

A [i]slap[/i] of shafts on one of Melissa’s asscheeks was exactly the sort of thing that got the rat squeaking again. She pursed her lips and tried not to actually scream. The reality of it all was setting in again. She was really doing it - she was on stream with Frankie [i]and[/i] Mahiri, about to get fucked in front of all the usual viewers. Some of which she [i]knew[/i]. She kind of wished she wasn’t so nearsighted, just so she could have seen some of the comments scrolling by. By the blur or motion travelling up the screen, a [i]lot[/i] of them were rolling in. She just hoped they were good.

One way of ensuring that was being the best little guest slut she could be. She lifted up her thick rat tail, only to yelp when she felt the harsh yank Frankie gave it. The shark pulled it straight up and even gave a chomp to the meatiest part she could reach, more than just a soft nibble. It definitely kept that rat hard and moaning. The latter grew muffled when Mahiri curled her fingers between Melissa’s lips to part those jaws and plant a juicy cat dick directly on the rat’s outstretched tongue. The leopard didn’t grant any sort of opportunity to lick and sample her before the main event. Once she had those soft lips around her cock, she rammed forth, even if it meant making the cute librarian gag on the dick of one of her biggest crushes.

“Okay chat. Let’s see how spitroastable this rat really is. I mean, just [i]look[/i] at this.” Frankie took Melissa by the hips to turn her to the side just a little, enough to get a better angle for the cameras. She spanked one of those juicy cheeks a few times. “One hundred percent certified prime rat meat. I wanna see chat flooded with peaches or what are you even doing here?”

Even without her glasses, Melissa could tell Frankie got her wish. She saw the colour of all those emojis scrolling by. Of course that made her blush. So too did getting her ass played with, kneaded, drummed on, even spread apart by the shark’s greedy touches. Frankie pressed deep into that soft padding, really digging her fingers in to make sure everyone got a good sense of just how thick that rat really was, nodding her head, big grin on her face, shaft standing at dripping attention. Only when she’d left Melissa’s backside a little numb from all the handling did she straighten back up.

“Now, who wants to see me split these mighty nerd cheeks with my cock? Trick question.”

When she was done playing to her unseen crowd, Frankie gave a delighted giggle and gripped Melissa’s hips even more tightly. Her fingers were digging in, but the rat couldn’t even whimper when she was so muffled by the dick in her mouth. Mahiri let her suck at first, idly throbbing between the rat’s pretty lips, but she didn’t wait much longer to start pushing deeper, to make Melissa swallow all that leopard cock even if it meant choking a little, drooling while her throat bulged, eyes watering with the strain and the rising scent and taste alike. She gulped deeply to drink the precum she got on offer and found herself rewarded for her efforts with even more, even thicker shots of those tantalizing juices to swallow straight down.

Soft and chubby though she might have been, Melissa didn’t actually weigh that much. At least not to two bigger, stronger, slimmer girls like those two. She found herself yanked right off her feet, first by her tail and hair, then more comfortably by her hips and shoulders. The cat and shark suspended her between them, angling just right to share her. There were so many moans Melissa wanted to make to express just how good it felt to have that cock slap her on the ass at last, but she had to settle for the wet and succulent [i]mm mm mmmf[/i] that came with her desperately trying to keep up and suck the cock facefucking her faster by the second.

Mahiri was already way ahead on the ratfucking quota, so Frankie had to get a little rough to catch up. Rougher than she was already handling the nervous girl, anyway. Melissa never forgot about how many people were watching her, even with all the distractions. She just didn’t have time to freak out about it when she got a big fat shark cock rubbing the underside of her balls, frotting with her own smaller, but impressive hard shaft, and finally slipping up between the ample cheeks of her ass to grind and hotdog until that dark fur was shining with slickness.

For all the confidence she was lacking, Melissa knew she was gifted with a nice butt. Even so, she was flattered by just how ravenously Frankie went at it, yanking her back and spearing right between in search of a snug, warm rat hole to fuck. Melissa was still tight, a little on the tense side, but a spitting, dripping shark dick was exactly the sort of thing to make her relax at least a little. It smoothly slipped past the initial resistance once Frankie really started prodding. That was as gentle as it was going to get. Once she found her spot, the shark lunged, slamming the rat’s ass hard enough with her hips to mash Melissa’s face into Mahiri’s loins, smothering her there while she struggled with the sudden deepthroat.

She only gagged a little. Hopefully the chat saw and acknowledged that accomplishment. She was being such a good slut for them both, taking both dicks at once before she even got a chance to introduce herself. It probably didn’t matter who she [i]was[/i], anyway. Just what she could [i]do[/i]. And that involved dangling, grasping at her aggressors, getting bent over and pinned right there in the air between two perfect beauties while they bottomed out inside her. It didn’t take long for Frankie to tuck her nuts up snug to that fine ass, balls-deep and throbbing hard enough to massage the rat’s tender button with those steady pulses alone. By how much precum was already leaking inside of her from both ends, Melissa knew she was going to [i]slosh[/i] when they were done with her.

Supporting the entirety of her weight between them didn’t slow them down any. Mahiri was already busy fucking that mouth and throat, steadily slapping her balls against Melissa’s lower lip and chin. The rat could feel them flexing against her, already churning up a fat load. She wanted to know just how much the cat exaggerated in her writing. Surely she couldn’t be nearly as potent as she portrayed herself. As if punishing her for even thinking such a thing, the leopard snatched her by the hair, gripping one of her ears in the process, and pulled her even deeper into the increasingly sweaty, musky fur just above the base of that plump sheath.

“Yeah! Mid-spitroast high five, come on cat. It’s tradition around here.”

Mahiri hesitated only a moment to smack that outstretched palm right over Melissa’s back. The rat found herself blushing even more just hearing that.

After that, the kind of fucking Frankie gave her wouldn’t have been pleasurable to someone who was less of a bottom. That wasn’t tender, caring sex. It was the hip-swinging, spanking, slapping thrusts that got those famous nuts plapping that rat ass hard. Exactly what Melissa expected, in other words. The harshness and the speed was everything she needed, everything that kept her clenching down on it, massaging the shark’s dick with every thrust, milking her as much as she was getting milked. Melissa’s barely audible cries of rising bliss grew uncontrollable, even between the [i]glurks[/i] and sucks, all while she was leaking precum all over the floor of the steamed up stream room. She knew she’d seen much bigger messes splattered all over that surface before her.

It was just speed to start, with the shark railing her guest under the tail over and over, but eventually Frankie found her spot and really started grinding on it. That was what got Melissa’s toes curling, got her tail and whiskers twitching together, and had her shutting her eyes tight through blissful tears while the pleasure overtook her. There was absolutely no resisting the orgasm that took hold of her every single nerve. Further muffled noises were the best she could do to express herself, at least until she went extra tight on that cock in her butt, sealed her lips around the base of the leopard’s, and madly humped the air until she gushed her own decently impressive cumshot all over herself, her surroundings, and her hosts alike. It was more than a lot for her.

Jizzing hard, twitching, losing all control of herself, Melissa found herself whimpering when the initial release simply wouldn’t cease. She just kept cumming, laying ropes of rat jizz at Mahiri’s feet - or even all over those paws, when she got enough distance. They weren’t even done with her, and she was already at that level, already erupting that hard. She descended into numbing tingles in the aftermath, still hard, still dripping, swallowing everything Mahiri gave her with supreme focus, until Frankie showed her what her punishment for blowing so quickly would be.

[i]SMACK.[/i]

The open-palm blow to her ass was a stinging one, even through the ample curve. The shark spanked her hard, gnashing her teeth all menacingly just behind Melissa’s head.

“You cum when we tell you to, nerd. What’s the matter? Too much reading, not enough edging? I don’t want a premature [i]loser[/i] on my dick.”

Her tone was much harsher than when they first met. Melissa had heard it before. She loved what a [i]bully[/i] Frankie could be to her favourite guests. For a moment she imagined herself back in school, getting cornered by the big, mean shark, maybe pushed into a locker. The truth was they’d hardly spoken even once back in those days, and not unpleasantly, but it didn’t matter. Just imagining she’d never known anything about Frankie’s nicer side, that she’d never been a fan was making getting her ass smacked raw and tender all the hotter for her. She had to make sure not to cum again, even so soon, especially when the shark really started rutting her sore rump again.

She absolutely wasn’t equipped for that kind of strain. Melissa felt her back aching from the force being inflicted on her from both sides. Her jaw hurt from gaping for the leopard to throatfuck her. She was getting dizzy, failing to remember to take a good gasp of air whenever she got the chance. Musk swam through her senses and the pair still didn’t relent, pounding her cute tush and making her jiggle for the cameras until there came a snarl, a gnash and clack of teeth, and two nearly simultaneous orgasms hit her even harder than she’d ever dreamed about.

Melissa never thought she’d even touch those crushes of hers, much less chug down some fresh leopard spunk while she got her ass plowed and flooded with all the shark jizz she could have ever asked for. Swallowing that much cum and getting her belly pumped full from the back made her belly stick out that much more, swaying back and forth and loudly sloshing with her every heaving gulp, when it wasn’t just groaning to help all that cream settle inside of her. They rutted her ruthlessly, leaving her breathless and half-drowned by the time Mahiri finally had the mercy to pull out, and the rat didn’t get so much as a gasp out before she got her face and tits drenched in everything the big cat had left.

Frankie meanwhile wasted nothing. She kept her balls snug against the back of Melissa’s own, letting the rat feel that juicy pair dwarf hers, flexing and working out every single drop of precious shark seed, pumped between those plump cheeks. That hole kept clenching on that cock even when Melissa wished she could relax, locked in the lingering afterglow that felt like she was still in the middle of orgasm. Her body was starting to convulse. It was alarming, and hot all at once. She’d never been treated quite so roughly before, but she survived, and in one piece too, if a bit bruised. Those would be the kind of war wounds she’d wear with pride long after the show concluded, she figured.

The only thing she wondered was how she was going to stand after a treatment like that. Frankie took her time pulling out, all while setting the rat back on her shaky feet. Cum poured out from under that naked tail to splash on the floor and coat Melissa’s toes, making her footing all the more hazardous. She slipped a little, and even more when Frankie popped free with a sultry sigh. The shark didn’t waste more than a moment for her own contentment. She leaned back and put her whole chest into shoving that rat right down. Mahiri dodged out of the way rather than catch her, allowing the rat to tumble and splatter down on her face, coughing up cum while yet more leaked down her taint.

She was glazed in perspiration by then. So were the ones looming over her. Either that room just got hot with all that equipment running, or Frankie had turned up the heat a little just for that occasion. Melissa was far too dazed to do anything about the steamy precipitation pouring down on her from above. Frankie stepped over her to make sure there was no getting away, her shiny skin glistening all the more for her steamy state. Mahiri stepped right on the rat, planting one of her soft paws between Melissa’s shoulder blades to keep that girl face down in cum, still choking on it a little, wheezing. A curl of the cat’s toes let her poke and prod that soft skin with her unsheathed claws.

“So. We have a naughty rat here, looks like.” Mahiri’s rumbles were so potent it was hard to understand her until Melissa perked her ears up. “What do we do with a half-drowned rat? What does your audience [i]crave[/i]?”

Frankie gave a pleased sway of her thick tail and trotted over to one of the screens to get a better look at the many messages . “Mm. Let’s see. Churn, churn, churn. Patience, geez! She’s not [i]totally[/i] useless yet. I mean just look at me. I’m a sweaty mess, putting off all this [i]glorious[/i] sharksmell - coming soon to the official shop bee-tee-dub - and I’m pretty sure this pathetic little dork still has a nose and tongue that work. For now!”

“Mmmhmm. I like that thought. She still deserves more punishment for firing off so early, doesn’t she? [i]Rrrrrrr[/i].” The leopard’s purr was long and sultry. Melissa’s dick gave a twitch while she soaked it all in, listening to every rattling note from deep within that big cat.

They helped her turn over, but that was about all the assistance she was going to get. Mostly they kicked her, or nudged her along with their feet at least. Melissa ended up sprawled out, arms splayed, full exposed to whatever the big bullies desired of her. Mahiri took the opportunity to walk on her a little. First one paw, then the other, and even briefly both at once, squishing the pads down firmly onto the prone rat’s legs, then working her way up while the fallen nerd struggled not to shake. Just having one little press to her cock with the bottom of those warm leopard paws was enough to bring a shriek of a moan out of her. She didn’t even have the energy to clap a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

Mahiri’s smirk grew wider, and she worked her way along until she squished down onto Melissa’s splattered face. The cum clung onto her soles, but she didn’t seem to mind. All she needed to do was press against the rat’s lips in such a way to make a silent suggestion, and Melissa was right there, licking them clean without further prompting. She made sure to get her tongue into all the fine details, between each toe and across each segment of those pads. If she was careful, she could even take a little swipe along the blunt side of those claws. Mahiri pressed down all the more firmly to make sure those slutty slurps really hit all the good spots, rumbles travelling all the way down from her chest to her paws.

“Rats always seem to love my paws. Should I go take a walk outside to get them all dirty for you? Something tells me you wouldn’t mind at all.”

Melissa’s blush proved especially intense in response to that, given she couldn’t deny that it would have been kind of hot. She didn’t say a word. Her tongue was far too busy for that. She licked and sometimes even sucked until she was certain both of those paws were perfectly clean. Aside from an excess of rat drool, anyway. Melissa’s mouth was truly watering by that point. The taste lingered in her senses long after she stopped licking, and there was still so much more to tend to.

“Hey girl,” Frankie said, luxuriantly stretching out alongside the stunned, prone rat, striking a paintable pose. “You wanna take a dip in the shark pit? Of course you do.”

At that point, all they had to do was grab the rat and put her where they wanted her, and she started worshipping whatever she could get. Getting her snout stuck right into a sweaty shark armpit was the kind of thing that got Melissa kissing, sniffling away, and soon licking along that uniquely tingly skin as deeply as she could. It was softer there under Frankie’s arm, made all the smoother by the excess of sweat to lap up. She was swimming in that shark girl musk after just a few breaths and was only diving deeper. Swallowing sweat from the source was the kind of privilege that much of Frankie’s audience would have paid a top tier subscription just for a chance at having.

Not content to simply let her lie there and lick, Frankie made sure to squeeze her arm down on the rat’s sweet face and rub that pit all over her features to really leave her mark. Melissa was dripping with sweat after just a short while. Only a little of it was her own. Yet there was still so much to soak up, so much more to help saturate her wiggling nose.

Frankie got grabby again and got her hand around a particularly firm lock of hair. Directing the rat down, she got Melissa smothered in her breasts, slowly rolling over to get right on top of her guest. Faintly humping at that cute, cum-stuffed tummy the whole time, she put some weight down on that face to completely immerse her guest in shark cleavage and all the wonderful scents contained there, trapped between two sweaty, shark-skin tits.

“Can’t believe I’m giving this one out to someone who isn’t even a top tier sub. It’s insulting, really. What’s the matter, lame little rat? Too sensitive for the [i]really[/i] good stuff in my special streams? You’re gonna be in one soon. And you don’t even know what’s coming.” She gave a nice hard thrust against Melissa’s gut for emphasis. “It’s me. I’m cumming. In your butt again, because [i]damn[/i] girl.”

Straightening up again, she left Melissa gasping, and definitely didn’t give the rat a chance to catch her breath.

“But first. Your face looks [i]so[/i] cute covered in cum. You’re so much better as my little jizzrag than standing behind that boring desk all day.”

Part of Melissa wanted to point out how much more there was to being a librarian than just standing there. She just squeaked instead. The last thing she expected from that position was for the shark to lift her big tail straight up, wiggle her hips to line up with a stiff rat cock, and sink right back down. It was all so effortless when she did it, as if she knew all the right angles. Melissa’s cock spitting that much definitely helped. She had to fight down the urge to cum right that very second as soon as she felt a snug shark hole all wrapped around her dick.

“Now don’t even try to fuck. Whatever you think you can do, you definitely can’t. I’m gonna do the moving, and you’re going to help me clean up the mess when you’re all done, got it?”

Watching Frankie’s cock bobbing up and down, so much bigger than her own, got Melissa nibbling her lip. She tried to clasp her hands together just to keep from screaming about the whole situation, but Frankie got hold of her wrists before she could do anything. Lunging forward and pinning that rat down, the shark showed her teeth even more than usual, letting them glint in the professional lighting, clacking them a few times right in front of Melissa’s face. A little too much squirming, and the rat might have lost her nose. Instead, she was left to just scream-moan into that sharp visage while she bucked her hips, despite the instructions. Frankie just made sure to smack them back down flat each time she came down hard on that cock and plapped her own perfect bubble butt with a pair of bouncing rat balls.

“Hmm, I mean, you’re [i]hard[/i], but this isn’t gonna work, is it?” she eventually said, sounding casual despite the repeated pumps and bounces of her hips. She didn’t seem remotely winded as Melissa panted desperately beneath her, trying not to hyperventilate in pleasure. “Mahiri? My stunning, lovely assistant.”

She didn’t need to give any more direction. The cat knelt down and slipped behind the shark without a sound, wrapping one arm around her just under those fine, shiny tits. The other, she directed down, stroking that cock while Frankie bounced and pounded Melissa’s hips, grinding that rat cock inside her, bringing all the most desperate of sounds from the poor girl’s lips. Melissa shook her head at times, struggling but not to get away, but simply to sustain that level of pleasure for as long as she did. She was already shooting, feeling like she was constantly cumming, but it was only getting more intense. Still, even when she was rigid all over, she remembered her orders, holding back for as long as she possibly could.

“Okay. [i]This[/i] time I’ll actually say it. As much fun as it is to watch you squirm, I’m gonna give you permission. Are you ready? Threetwoone -” Her rapid countdown was barely a warning at all before she put all her energy into one firmly shouted command. “[i]CUM.[/i]”

Melissa obeyed in a millisecond. She arched her back as much as she could beneath the shark pinning her, squinted her eyes shut, and allowed herself to drain her balls between the cheeks of a gorgeous purple-black ass. Mahiri kept stroking Frankie off the whole time, speeding up until Melissa felt the warmth of getting showered in shark seed to go with her enduring climax. She kept going off until it was almost a little scary, until she was going numb all over. It was hard to even move a muscle, so she didn’t bother. Getting jizzed on from belly to breasts to face was like being tucked in under a warm blanket.

Maybe she would have even passed out, if it wasn’t for the sudden shock of Frankie pulling off that dick all at once. She didn’t even give the rat a chance to yelp. Instead, the shark gave a stylish spin with a whip of her tail through the air, somehow managing to avoid any of the stands holding the lights and cameras. She was on Melissa’s face in a second. It was the only way to keep from wasting any of that mess. For all the satisfaction of her climax, Melissa was soon confronted by the [i]consequences[/i] when she got a cum-stuffed shark butt smothered down on her mouth and nose alike. Frankie wiggled her self into place to make sure it was a perfect smother.

“This is where I’m in my element. Sitting comfortably on my throne of nerd.” Frankie gave a snicker, only for her tone to grow much more serious and commanding. “Here’s the deal. You can breathe again when you’ve swallowed every drop you just gave me. I’m not about to let you give me some sort of dork disease. Keep licking until I’ve never even [i]heard[/i] of a book.”

Melissa wasn’t sure if she was ever going to make it out from under there. She at least tried to focus as best she could on lapping at that ass, from taint to hole to thick tailbase, as best she could. That all got shaken by Mahiri’s lack of mercy. She wasn’t about to let that cock flop over. She sat back, raised her legs, and got both paws on it all at once.

The rat spit left on them just made them all the better for pressing and teasing at that partly softened dick. The touches got Melissa hard all over again, even when she really wasn’t ready for more stimulation. She was just going to have to deal with getting a tender, squishy cat paw massage while she did her very best to earn her freedom by eating her own cum from Frankie’s sweaty ass.

She barely even tasted herself. There was plenty of cum to eat, but mostly it was all shark, all the time. There was still plenty of perspiration to lap from the purple skin of the shark on her face, and she dug in deep with her tongue too to make sure she didn’t miss a drop. Somehow she felt like Frankie would just [i]know[/i] if she wasn’t absolutely perfect in her post-powerbottoming cleanup job.

The rat was sweating, she was drooling, her eyes were watering, and her cock was already shooting precum all over Mahiri’s toes. Nobody said she could cum again, at least not yet. Frankie kept rocking and riding until she was more or less dropping that ass down on Melissa’s face over and over, riding that tongue and muzzle alike, cock getting stiff again. She clicked her teeth in satisfaction, twisting herself around to look down at her seat.

“Okay okay. You get [i]one[/i] more cum. Hold. Hoooooold. Almost there. Aren’t those paws just [i]velvet?[/i] Mahiri, I’m gonna need one of those walk-all-over-me massages when we’re done here. Getting old here, chat. Throwing out my back just smashing my ass down on some loser’s face. What’s become of me?”

Melissa didn’t manage to last through Frankie’s monologue. She was trying so hard, but not even completely disassociating from the situation could let her ignore how [i]good[/i] those paws felt. All their textures, coated and wet, were gliding over Melissa’s cock so perfectly. The cat administered that pleasure so casually too, softly purring as she kept her feet gliding, rubbing, sometimes grinding down at the base of the rat’s shaft, putting the pressure of her heels against Melissa’s balls. Any sound the rat tried to make was totally muffled by all that ass. Frankie just pressed down harder when she noticed her guest going off again.

“I didn’t [i]say[/i],” she said with a chastising smack of her lips, watching the rat cum splash right in front of her own cock. “Shame. You almost made it. Now we’re going to have to punish you again. Let’s see what chat’s suggesting.”

Slowly prying herself up from her spot to leave the rat gasping once more, Frankie casually strolled away from her seat. At least Melissa had done a fine job cleaning up near every drop of cum she’d given the shark. It wasn’t going to get her out of trouble. Frankie leaned over the many screens and then glanced back at the leopard, who sat elegantly splaying out her toes, letting the rat spunk drip from them, shaking it off a little in the process.

“Hey cat. Come help me pick a good one.”

Mahiri looked entirely confident as she got up, dragging her paws along Melissa’s thighs first to clean most of the cum off of them. That lasted until she swished her way over to the screens and found herself going a little wide-eyed at how fast everything was moving, and how much information was on display at once. She blinked a couple times and admitted defeat with a shrug.

“Where am I supposed to be looking?”

“Oh my god you are such a mom. I’ll just do it. Let’s see.” Frankie scanned up and down, ignoring the messages being repeatedly spammed in all-caps by non-subscribers. “Hm. Mmhm. Oh. Well, ban [i]that[/i] guy. You know the one, mods. Nah, we’re not going [i]that[/i] far yet, even if she deserves it. Ah! Here we go.”

A quick spin had that shark tail lashing hazardously yet harmlessly again. She leaned over to Mahiri and whispered something that even the many microphones didn’t pick up. The cat’s response was audible though.

“I could. Is that what they want to see?”

“Oh, are you kidding me? They fucking [i]love[/i] it when we humiliate some dumb dork. Especially when I give off the taking-your-lunch-money vibes. C’mon.”

A confident stride from both of her hosts left Melissa struggling beneath their looming presence. The studio lights were awfully bright from down on the floor. They gave the shark and cat a strange halo from her perspective, but what came next was far from angelic behaviour. Melissa felt the heat first, then caught the sharp scent soaking into her. She felt as if she should have tried a little harder to avoid the dual streams of piss hitting her everywhere from top to bottom, but she couldn’t muster up the strength. She probably wasn’t [i]allowed[/i] to, anyway.

“Now open up, or I’ll start listening to the weirdo I’ve already banned five times!” Frankie said with glee, directing her softened dick towards the rat’s mouth. “It’s important to stay hydrated. Or so chat keeps yelling at me.”

Melissa really had no choice, even if she was blazing with embarrassment. She didn’t even mind the taste. If anything, chugging down the last few seconds of that lengthy piss from the shark and leopard alike was leaving her stiffer than ever. She was just a sweaty, writhing mess, covered in ribbons of her clothes, smelling thickly of the bigger, better, older women. She let them finish that and simply remained where she was until she was directed otherwise. Turning to face the cameras in that state was far too much for her to consider.

Frankie wasn’t about to let her guest rest though. She didn’t help Melissa stand so much as she forced that rat to her feet, yanking on her wrist. When she staggered, the leopard caught her and kept her up, barely balancing on her toes, caught up in the clutches of the grinning or rumbling bullies. A few more gropes and grabs helped show off just how soft and squishy she was all over, sloshing around, hiccuping the taste of piss. She was marked, drenched, and drained, but there was still more they could take from her.

“Alright. So. You’re not exactly impressing anyone when it comes to stamina here, but you’re still a nice soft, round chunk of nerd girl meat.” Frankie gave a snicker, and smacked that sore ass one more time. “With a [i]great[/i] butt. So great that it’s time for the big finale. Mahiri and I have been working on our super combo teamup finisher attack for a while now.”

“We have?”

“No but pretend we have. It’s for this terrible bit. Or actually you know what, what if I just like - hey, you wanna rub your dick on mine while we fuck a thick rat ass together?”

“I’d like that. Do you think we’ll fit?” Mahiri ran her claws slowly down Melissa’s spine as she spoke, eventually wrapping her fingers around the thick base of that tail.

“I mean, if we believe in the spirit of friendship enough. Come here, ratto! No, you [i]don’t[/i] get a say in this, thank you for asking.”

The best Melissa could give was a squeak as she got scooped up again. She dangled there, impressed by how strong the cat was to lift her with such ease. Frankie soon joined in, snuggling up against the leopard, pressing a hip to Mahiri’s own. The two of them stood tall and proud, inherently showing off for the cameras with every moment of their existence as they brought that fine ass to sink against the tip of their cocks all at once. The first attempt had them grinding against her sweaty cheeks instead, so they pressed a little closer together, casually frotting, and tried again.

They hit their mark on the second try, pressing against Melissa’s creamed hole and spreading it to its limit. Maybe it would have been easier to just ease off and go one at a time, but neither of them had the patience for that. The rat just had to give her little whimpers and twitches while she got double-stuffed and nibbled on by two sets of sharp teeth. All those many points indented her skin while her belly bulged beneath the chub with how much cock was inside of her. They kept going until they were snugly buried to the hilt, putting so much pressure on the rat girl’s little pleasure button that she thought she was going to scream.

It was like one constant throb of pleasure once they started pumping. She was leaking all over herself in seconds. First Mahiri went, rubbing smoothly against one side, then Frankie alternated with her, never giving Melissa a moment when she wasn’t getting [i]fucked[/i]. She didn’t get any time to adjust, to relax herself, to do anything but purely enjoy the constant assault of pleasure on her entire body, gripped and gnawed the entire time. Her hands were shaking, tears streamed down her cheek, and her cock was throbbing against her belly so hard she knew she wasn’t going to last long.

“Mmmm, hmmmf ... [i]tight[/i] ... “ the shark said with a few grunts, before leaning back, speaking near one of Melissa’s ears as it flopped about with every thrust. “Okay. I’ll give you a little present, dorkass. You [i]can[/i] cum. Anytime you like. Even right now. Or now. Or [i]now.[/i]”

She gave an especially hard thrust with the last word, grinding against Mahiri’s shiny dick as much as those trembling inner walls. At least Melissa had permission. She couldn’t hold anything back anymore. Her balls went tense, her ass tighter, and she convulsed her way through a sudden, forced orgasm, spurting hands free. Even with her blurred vision, she could see the chat messages moving faster, impressed at the distance she got with that arc of cum. It was the kind of thing that left her too numb to feel much more for a while, but that didn’t mean they were done with her.

Instead, they brought her down, forcing her to her hands and knees while the nestled up behind her to fuck her fat ass. It took three combined thrusts to make her arms buckle, which was better than she thought she’d do. Flat on her face, soaking up all the various juices that were already soaking the floor, she found herself getting wrenched back again and again by their greedy gripes. Their claws dug deep enough to hurt, but they didn’t relent for a second, pounding that backside until Melissa felt another peak building in her overworked balls, leaving her dick pounding against her belly once more, ready to fire, ready to pour it out all no matter how deep down she had to reach just to give the stream another orgasm.

It was when they buried deep inside her all at once and made their thrusts even faster and shorter that she knew she was doomed. Something [i]broke[/i] in her that moment. It was before she even felt them cumming inside of her. The peak hit its best moments just as a torrent of combined shark and leopard cum began to fill her up, stretching and swelling the belly she was cumming all over. It all got milked out of her by those two twitching shafts buried inside of her. She felt those nuts clenching up against her butt, creaming her and forcing her to shoot until she swore she was dry. Even then, she was still flexing, still going through all the motions of a cumshot even if she had nothing left to give.

Her cock flopped over surprisingly quickly in the aftermath of it all. She wasn’t even sure she was done. There was still that uncontrollable twitch passing through her body, making her shake and moan out loud, all but screaming those overwhelmed yet whorish sounds. Yet she couldn’t get stiff anymore, even huffing their scent, feeling them slowly pulling out of her one after another. The slick [i]spluch[/i] of cum pouring out from under her tail in their absence made her [i]want[/i] to get hard again, but she got absolutely no response from that soft, limp rat cock hanging between her trembling thighs.

The first thing she thought to do was hide it. That wasn’t exactly easy with so many cameras on her. Frankie was all over her in seconds, chuckling away, grabbing at her and forcing her to roll over. The shark’s eyes darted down, and she reached for that dick to tug it a few times. Even being directly handled like that didn’t get a response, much to Melissa’s embarrassment. The shark’s glee lit up her entire face, emphasizing all her triangles.

“Aww. What’s the matter? I’m still [i]rock[/i] fucking hard.” Frankie’s gnashing was more aggressive than ever, almost bloodthirsty, at least from Melissa’s perspective looking up at them. “Little nerd dick gone all soft? I mean, was pretty sure that’d happen after a double-fuck like that, but I’m still going to make fun of you.”

For as aloof and dangerous as she’d been acting, Mahiri wasn’t immune to a little mockery of her own. She knelt down with the shark, walking her fingers down the rat’s cum-soaked and filled belly until she could tickle Melissa’s balls with an outstretched digit, leaving that nervous girl shrinking away from the touch.

“Well, what use are you now? A fuckable hole, for sure, but how will all these people watching us know how much you love everything we’re doing to you?”

“I [i]guess[/i] we’ll just have to think of some other way to use you.” Frankie’s grin was at its most iconic. “Some way to use you right up. If that’s what the chat wants. What do you think, chums? Thumbs up or down? Historically inaccurate style. Vote now on your phones. Or, you know. Whatever you’re on.”

She gave them a minute to see the reaction. Mahiri stood to have a look for herself, eventually managing to find the right screen.

“That’s a lot of thumbs up,” she said.

“Sounds like you’re pretty unanimously fucked, loser.” Frankie stuck her tongue out. “This stream’s about to go premium. Hey, Mahiri. Hit that blue button there, would you? The big one. No, the other one. Yeah.”

The leopard did, though there was no visible change on the displays. Somewhere out there, a content warning was playing on the screens of a few thousand devices, and rising. It was exactly the kind of thing that used to mean Melissa tuned out for the night, a little too timid to find out what went on during those [i]extreme[/i] stream sessions. She was about to find out. Frankie walked on her knees, soon sitting right atop that rat belly, A few bounces of her hips let her bap Melissa’s on the nose with her rigid dick.

“I’m like, way behind on my CV quota for the month. Pretty sure you’ll fit, even with those hips of yours. Sorry chat, no one’s getting the condom this time. Mahiri’s got this nerd pre-claimed. You know cats. Possessive kitty when it comes to pathetically geeky rats.”

Melissa wasn’t sure what Frankie was talking about, but she did feel some sort of weird sensation in her chest like she was suddenly freefalling for a second. She had questions, and her answer was the shift of a thick shark dick right in her face. Everything got silenced by that grinding, that aggressive humping paired with some harsh hair-tugging. Melissa wanted to whimper, but soon it wouldn’t even have mattered. She got silenced by the sudden [i]schlorp[/i] of a wet cockslit spreading out over her face, stretching in ways she knew hers never could, enveloping her in a whole new level of shark musk.

[i]Schlurrrrrrp![/i]

Then there was the [i]grip[/i]. Frankie panted with pleasure once she really latched on. She stretched with ease, leaving Mahiri simply to observe for the moment. There was no need for assistance. The talented performer knew all the tricks, and her body did most of the work. That meant clenching, gripping, and [i]gulping[/i], to drag that thick rat a little deeper down her dick with every flex. Melissa was beyond just stunned, dazed into incoherence, unable to decide what to even do. She settled on nothing, not even squirming until she felt a fleshy grip around her throat. It didn’t choke her so much as it startled her awake, and blinking in the darkness once her head was just a bulge in Frankie’s cock.

A few clicks of teeth came with the shark rolling to sit, spreading her legs for a good shot of the process. Her cock worked all on its own, flexing down that rat prey like it was a snake, loudly swallowing and slurping her towards those taut nuts. They started growing with the added weight, rounding out and expanding between those shiny thighs. Frankie leaned back even more to really show it all off, nuts filling out with the outline of a confused and disoriented face before even more accumulated there, bathing in pure shark spunk. The only pause was when she got to her prey’s hips.

Melissa’s squirming rose and rose the more she figured out what was happening to her. She wiggled and she kicked, and it all made squeezing that big butt down the shark’s dick all the more difficult. As much as she probably could have kept clenching and finished off her prey, Frankie eventually nodded to the cat.

“Little help from my lovely assistant?”

Mahiri slowly nodded, focused, knowing it wasn’t a matter of just pushing. Instead, she got her skillful hands on that backside and began to knead the cheeks. Of all the things to give a half-swallowed, increasingly panicked rat, a butt massage was one of the less expected. It served the purpose of settling her down and making her legs go numb when she pressed in all the right places. Melissa’s tail twitched a little more, but she found herself pacified and helpless by the time her ass [i]popped[/i] into that cock, followed by the rest of her smoothly sliding down.

[i]SCHLORP-GLLLP![/i]

Of course, having her prey fully touched down in her balls was something worth celebrating. Frankie stretched right out, legs apart, arms wide, writhing on the floor of her studio while that rat settled in. A few good squeezes and early clenches helped get all those curves nestled where they needed to be, hugged tight and framed perfectly for the camera. Just lying there the whole time wasn’t enough of a show for someone like Frankie, though. She gave it a few more seconds, stroking herself, enjoying the early [i]glurrrrrns[/i] of anticipation, but she was soon back up on her feet. The extra weight didn’t even seem to throw off her balance. She knew how to adjust for it.

Standing tall, with a pair of fat balls swaying back and forth, she grinned at one of the cameras.

“Time to clench up another loser. Hey, if you wanna have a chance at this, don’t forget to enter the raffle! You all know how much I [i]love[/i] turning my most loyal followers into slop.”

“Seems like a bad business strategy, though I suppose you’re the expert here.” Mahiri approached from behind, sneaking up on that shiny shark ass to give it a tap.

Frankie didn’t mind. She swayed her tail and gave her balls the first real [i]clench[/i], pulling them up past her knees and grinding down on the outline of that rat. Nor did she make a fuss when the leopardess got snug behind her, groping in close, squeezing those tits, even nibbling the shark’s neck a little. Frankie took all that attention and used it to fuel her rising excitement. She let the leopard rub her all over and hump that fine ass until there was a thick black cock between the shark’s sweat-dripping cheeks, shoved in deep to help milk those flexing nuts all the faster.

“Ohhhh. Fuck. I don’t usually have [i]help[/i] when it’s nerd-churning time. Mmm, sorry if this goes a little quick, everyone. This cat’s good.”

Frankie pumped her hips, swinging her prey-stuffed balls around as much as she fucked herself back on that cock. Even the steady leopard had to give a little [i]mrowr[/i] when she felt that ass slam her hips and her balls tap against the swollen shape of Frankie’s own. She could feel the rat squirming around in there, getting groped and mulched down by the sheer force of all the squeezing, along with all the sloshing spunk softening her up. Of course there was a little jealousy on her mind, but she could take that all out in the form of deep, forceful thrusts. The excitement of the moment, churning up all those soft shapes while she got a nice fat cock good and deep made Frankie’s taunting all the more boisterous.

“Get. Fucking. [i]Owned[/i]. Unngh! Fuck!” She outright snarled like she was a cat herself for a moment, only to calm herself down into her persona a moment later. “So basically what I’m saying is this feels [i]really[/i] good. That girl was [i]so[/i] meltable. Everyone saw it as soon as she walked in. And I bet she didn’t even know I [i]did[/i] this. Fucked up way to find out, but whatever!”

Her balls were going smooth. The leopard kept the plapping going, smacking the sweat off those shiny cheeks and sending a ripple through Frankie’s nuts with every thrust. Everything got tighter and tighter for Melissa, giving a harsh [i]scrrrrrnch[/i] down over her body that helped highlight how much of her was already smoothed over, already lost in the musky mess around her. The silhouette bulging in the shark’s nuts was little more than a mockery of what had once been such a cute, pretty rat - despite Frankie’s teasing. It was all less and less recognizable with every fierce [i]GLORP[/i], each one like an exclamation mark that brought the rat closer to being permajizzed.

“Ohhhhh, so close, so soft, so churned ... oh Mahiri, hold me!” Frankie said in a mock-delicate voice, putting an arm to her head as if she was having a fainting spell.

The big cat was mostly ready for it, but she still staggered a little when the shark just tossed herself backwards in the hopes Mahiri would catch in her that moment of clenching climax. They flopped backwards together, going down to the floor and letting the impact by the final blow on Melissa’s diminished form. Those balls pulled tight around the faint lump that was her, and squished it down flat amid the aggressive pumping and gurgling to fully pack those shark nuts taut, plump, and wobbling with the massive load of spunk she made out of her guest. There was nothing left, no trace, no hint of who that loudly sloshing load used to be. All that shot straight up that hungry shark cock was pure, smooth, fresh cream.

There was a reason she usually used a condom. Frankie came all over herself, the cat fucking her, and her surroundings. She angled her hips to at least try to direct that constant, uninterrupted stream of high-pressure jizz away from her most valuable equipment. Doing another fundraiser marathon so soon after the last wasn’t something she wanted to do. She managed to think about that even while cum-blasting herself stupid, drooling and heaving with steamy breath, dousing herself in pure cum until she looked like a puddle herself.

She gave Mahiri until she was finished inside her, cumming a comparatively small, if still impressive load in her ass, before she went for the attack. Mahiri didn’t fight her on it. She welcomed the shark springing off her cock and spinning around in frantic, mid-orgasm fury with a swirl of seed. Frankie mounted up on those fat cat tits, stuck her dick between them, and then jammed it straight down the leopard’s throat.

Mahiri sucked. She swallowed. It was no small feat, chugging down that much cum, flowing that quickly, pumped out at high speed by the sheer force of those huge nuts juicing themselves back down to relatively normal, if definitely plumper. The leopard drank all that former rat until her own belly was round and heavy, breathlessly gulping hard, bulging her throat with each go. Only when she got that kitty looking pregnant did Frankie ease off and slide back to sit on that squishy tum.

There was still plenty more cum to milk out all over those tits, and on Mahiri’s face. She soaked the leopard’s hair to the floor, testing the integrity of her dye job - which remained perfect, despite everything. Frankie huffed, grunted, and sometimes even gave a little whimper of her own, pouting at the sheer pleasure that rat made her feel, just by jizzing her up. She stroked her dick to make sure she got every single drop out when she finally slowed to a dripping twitch, locked her teeth together, rolled her body from head to hips just to shake off the urge to pass out on the spot.

Instead, she slowly turned, dismounting from atop the leopard, crawling her way over to one of the cameras. Her legs were admittedly a little shaky, so she sprawled out on her side to strike a pose instead, cum and sweat dripping down every inch of her body while she spoke.

“God, if that nerd was still here, I’d [i]totally[/i] make her clean up all this mess. Maybe Mahiri will make a good mop. I’m only saying that out loud because I know she’s too full of cum to pounce my ass again. For now.”

She giggled and gave her face a rub, wiping away a little cum, straightening her drenched hair a little.

“That’s gonna be pretty much it for tonight. But hey! Remember to tell me when you cum, got it? And don’t you fucking miss the Thursday stream. I have [i]such[/i] a cute guest planned for that one, and this one might not even die! Like, you never know. Keep on swimming all my little dorks and nerds out there. Maybe I’ll [i]get[/i] you next.”

She sighed and reached a shaky hand over to a tablet to tap the end stream button. Then she shook her hand a few times and rubbed it on the driest surface she could find when the cum prevented the touchscreen from recognizing her finger. It worked on the second try, and some of the screens went dark, while another remained bright and active with all the approving messages in the aftermath, all the self-reports, all the horny spam that Frankie loved to read. The best part was silently basking in it for a few minutes, and seeing just how many orgasms she inspired all around the world every single time she turned on those cameras.