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Glayva watched in awe as Nyanda, his number one favourite superhero, set down the last member of the family he had just saved safely in the park. Glayva, a buff orca whale with a tough exterior but a soft, eager interior, had fantasised about the day he would see Nyanda do his job up close and personal, and now it had finally come. But, being the head of the catboy Nyanda's fan club, Glayva was not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

Nyanda soared up into the sky one last time and began to fly away, but Glayva wanted to get as much out of this as he could for his friends here and abroad. Without wasting any time, the orca jumped on his motorcycle and began to follow the quickly fading hero before it was too late, and it wasn't long before Glayva got close enough to follow without worrying about losing him.

Glayva slowed down as he saw Nyanda start to descend and, after ascertaining the hero's landing spot in an alleyway, he parked and quickly rushed into a hiding place through which he could film Nyanda's landing and fabled transformation. He pulled out his phone and switched on the camera just in time to see the catboy land softly. His phone almost slipped out of his hands from the excitement, but he kept a grip on himself and watched as that elastic, probably superpower-granting super suit transformed into a nice set of jeans, shoes, and a t-shirt.

He was... rather normal, all things considered. But, Glayva supposed, that was a given. He was nicely toned, but not buff like Glayva, and he had a rather feminine bearing, supplemented by his lithe figure. His fur was yellow and his face was cute, and he was a couple feet shorter than Glayva (who was, to be fair, a whopping seven feet tall). The most accurate word that came to the orca's mind was "femboy", and Glayva couldn't help but get a bit aroused. But he wisely kept still--he would not lose this perfect moment to excitement.

Glayva continued to video the scene as Nyanda left the alleyway, careful not to move an inch until he was sure the superhero-turned-catboy was gone. He held his breath a little longer to listen for any movement, and then, finally, he got out of his hiding place and walked back to where he had parked his motorcycle. He hopped on, giddy with excitement at the secret he had just uncovered so successfully, but it came to his mind that he had to be careful with this. What if exposing Nyanda would cause problems for the hero in the future?

It seemed that Glayva would still have to tread carefully. But he now knew what Nyanda looked like, and he was sure he had seen the very same man walking the streets in the past. He only hoped, then, that he might come across the feline in the streets and get to know him for who he really was. If he couldn't show Nyanda's appearance, he at least wanted to build up a friendship with his hero that he could share with the fanclub. What a treat that would be!

That noble goal in mind, the orca drove away, fantasising about all the fun times he was going to have with his hero. But, in the distance, Nyanda watched his departure, a worried frown creasing his brow. Though Glayva may have known his intentions to be entirely pure, Nyanda could not be sure what the orca had planned, and for him, this was now a precarious situation. He resolved to track down Glayva and find out just what the orca wanted...

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A couple days later, Glayva was taking a nice, leisurely walk downtown. He hadn't seen Nyanda since that fateful day, but he had taken to going places where he thought he might have seen his hero before. He didn't know that Nyanda, too, had been looking for him, and neither quite suspected the motives of the other. But, by a stroke of luck, they were both about to find out.

Glayva stopped short as he glimpsed Nyanda turning a corner and walking down the other side of the street, in the opposite direction as he was going. Taking care to keep Nyanda in his sight, the orca crossed the street as soon as he can--over a crosswalk, of course; he wasn't _that_reckless--and briskly followed Nyanda down the sidewalk, slowly catching up.

He came up right behind the cat and reached out to touch him, but stopped short. He hesitated even as he followed, slowly working up the courage to speak. His mouth worked wordlessly for a few more seconds, until, finally, he said, "Um, hi. Excuse me." His voice, rough and raspy, was a little shaky, but it was loud enough for Nyanda, who stopped and turned toward Glayva.

"Hey there," Nyanda replied, looking him over. "Uh, who are you?" His voice was very smooth and mellow, almost soothing, but it did have a higher pitch than most men of his age, just entering college.

Glayva's mouth opened and shut a few more times as the feline tilted his head. "Wow," he finally breathed. "Could you follow me?" he asked, before shutting his mouth hard. "Sorry, that was kind of random. Wow, this is not a good--"

Nyanda held up a hand to stop him. "Sure. Lead the way." The catboy figured that, if this orca took him somewhere nobody could see, he could easily transform and deal with the problem. And if not, there was probably no way Glayva could threaten him when everybody was walking around.

Glayva stood there for a couple moments, processing the situation. "Um, okay then. Here." He waved his hand forward and led Nyanda around the corner, coming across an alleyway and going in. "Sorry about the strange place; it's just that, I mean--we can't have anybody hearing this, right?" He scratched his head nervously; as usual, his mind was moving faster than his mouth could, and the words just kind of tumbled out sometimes.

Nyanda tilted his head again. "Hear what?"

"That--" Glayva leaned forward, his voice almost at a whisper. "That you're Nyanda."

The cat was silent for a moment, but seemed confused rather than worried. "The who?" he asked, finally.

"You," Glayva said, excitedly. "The hero. I'm your biggest fan."

Nyanda's ears perked up a little bit at that. Biggest fan? He could live with that, especially considering the orca's... formidable assets. But, for now, he kept up the ruse. It was better for everyone if nobody knew. "I think you have me mistaken for somebody else."

Glayva shook his head quickly and pulled out his phone. "No, look: I have a video." As soon as Nyanda heard that, he grabbed at the phone, but Glayva quickly stepped back and put it in his pocket.

"You can't show that to anyone," the hero ordered, suddenly getting serious. "That's--it's too dangerous that way. Get rid of that."

"I can't just get rid of it. This is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." That was a bit of an exaggeration, but he was caught up in the moment. He was finally meeting his favourite superhero, and the cat was everything Glayva had dreamed of. "But I get it. You can't blow your cover or anything. I don't need to show the world or anything; I just want to get to know you, as a friend. I won't share the video as long as you have sex with me."

Glayva clamped his hand over his mouth in shock. He had not meant for that part to come out, but it had anyway, at the worst possible time, just like always. He began to panic, knowing that Nyanda could switch and kill him right then and there for that threat. "Fuck! I'm sorry--I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out. I mean, you're hot, so--ugh! I'm just going to shut up now. Sorry I ever came here."

The orca turned to leave, but Nyanda grabbed his arm to stop him. "I'll do it. Just don't share the video, okay?" Well, a guy had needs, and this was a surprisingly opportune way to satisfy them, even if the bulge that orca was packing seemed like it could literally be bigger than he was.

"Are you sure?" Glayva asked, raising an eyebrow. He was still racked by nerves, but at least he could still think.

"I'm sure. After all, how else am I supposed to protect my secret identity?" said the feline, with a hint of a wink.

"Wow. That's... Okay then," Glayva breathed, allowing himself to calm down. He hadn't totally ruined the situation yet, and he really hoped his slowly growing arousal wouldn't do so, either. Realising that the feline seemed to be okay with this whole situation, he decided to get a little more assertive. "Then let's go now. My house. It's pretty close here."

Nyanda nodded in submission and followed Glayva out of the alley, his ears noticeably perked up, even if they may have been acting under the pretence that this was forced. He was, admittedly, a little nervous, looking at that bulge--the things he heard people could do with packages that size were both hot and intimidating, and in some cases, rather... gory. But, packed full of adolescent hormones, to him such concerns were negligible.

The two of them talked casually on the way up, getting to know each other. They had both recently started college, Glayva for computer science and Nyanda for chemistry, and their futures were rather promising. Glayva was at first startled at just how normal Nyanda was, hobbies and all. The hero worked out, read books, even played a sport. He mentally rebuked himself at having harboured the thought that Nyanda must have some strange, unknowable life. It was much better this way.

Nyanda's suspicion of Glayva slowly faded as they walked. The man seemed to hold no ill will toward him and wasn't even overly excited about meeting his hero, which was quite a relief. The feline couldn't deny that he enjoyed all the praise heaped upon him for his exploits, but he needed to be treated as an equal, too. This was the best of both worlds, and it was refreshing, to say the least.

Soon enough, they arrived at Glayva's house. It was a reasonable size--he said he shared the rent with a couple other guys--and a nice place all around. The first thing, however, that Nyanda noticed when he went inside was that there was a fairly advanced cleaning charm throughout the whole house, and it must have been specially ordered. Why? Well, he had a few ideas, most of them less than innocent, and he wondered how many at this house were like Glayva.

"Sorry about the strong charm," Glayva said, shutting the door behind him and taking off his shoes. Nyanda did the same, out of courtesy. "You'll get used to it. It gets... well, let's just say the four of us are pretty messy. None of the others are here right now, though, not that they'd mind."

"Mmhmm," Nyanda replied, absent-mindedly, already starting to fantasise as Glayva took him down the hallway, turning into a reasonably sized bedroom for two. The place was neat and well-organised, except for the bed, which was relatively unkempt. Glayva sat back on what was presumably his bed, already idly stroking the big bulge on his crotch. Nyanda sat beside him and kicked off his shoes. "So, how do you want this to go down?"

"Your supersuit is elastic, right?" asked the orca, getting up and slipping off his t-shirt as his bulge began to grow. Nyanda nodded. "Can you switch to it? Uh, unless there's no way for me to fuck you through it."

The catboy blushed one of the cutest blushes Glayva had ever seen. "No, there is. I... have superhero friends." He got up and, suddenly, his clothes were gone and he was back in his tight-fitting super suit, which clearly outlined his musculature, but also showed off his subtle curves and clearly outlined his six-inch erection.

"Damn," Glayva remarked, standing in front of the hero. The orca seemed to tower over the feline, two feet taller and much more heavyset. Noticing Nyanda's obvious boner, Glayva realised the feline must have been fantasising quite a bit already. He rubbed his hands, quickly getting into the mood, and then he pulled off his shorts, throwing them onto the bed, leaving only his bulging, hyper-fit boxers. The bulge almost dwarfed Nyanda's head, and Glayva hadn't even really started growing yet.

He saw Nyanda's boner twitch a little bit and chuckled. "Like what you see, huh? I bet you've never had a hyper before. And I hope you're not nervous," Glayva continued, as he slowly began to pull off his boxers, "because you're going to have to take all of me." With that, he slipped down his underwear and his massive junk, no longer held back, sprang free. His balls spilled down behind his legs, each nut almost twice the size of a watermelon and sloshing with untold gallons of cum.

His cock was a different beast entirely, already two feet long and thicker than Nyanda's head was wide, and it was growing fast, bulking up both in girth and length as the fire of arousal spread through Glayva's veins. Nyanda watched in awe as that tapered beast rose higher and higher, jutting upward and reaching the orca's chin. It didn't stop there, gaining inch after tantalising inch until it had passed Glayva's eyes and it was almost as wide as Nyanda's hips.

Nyanda let out the breath he had been holding as Glayva's growth mercifully stopped. Why, he'd be nothing but a living condom for the orca with a cock that big. "Wow..." He'd never seen something of such size, and it was more intimidating than he thought.

Glayva grinned. "That's what they usually say. Remember: Every. Single. Inch."

It was then that Nyanda looked back down to the base of Glayva's shaft, having been following the tip as it rose. He realised that it was just a bit thicker than the rest the orca's length, almost like... Nyanda swallowed hard.

"Still think you can take me?" asked Glayva, with a mischievous smirk. "Remember our deal..."

Nyanda hesitated, but finally nodded. "I'll do it. I know there's no other way."

"I'm glad you see it my way," the orca replied, satisfied. "Though, you're a bit small down there... But I have something to fix that, temporarily." Glayva went to a cabinet and got out a potion. "Just a sip, and you'll be as big as me, and nearly as productive."

Nyanda took it from him, uncorked it, and took a sip before handing it back. Then he jerked in surprise and stumbled back as, suddenly, his cock lurched and started to grow, filling with more blood and jutting out more with every second. He let out a long moan as waves of pleasure raced through his growing dick with every throb and his balls started to plump out, filling with gallons of compressed cum as they sagged toward the floor.

Both his balls and shaft stretched out his elastic suit easily. A tight outline formed over his sack, almost like a second layer of skin, and it sagged and sloshed just like his roiling nuts did. His humanoid rod, meanwhile, jutted out directly forward as it expanded, curving upward a little but still pointing toward the other side of the room. His suit moulded perfectly around it, outlining his now more sensitive flesh even more tightly and showing off every vein.

The growth finally stopped by the time his balls were about to touch the floor and his cock was nearly as long as Glayva's, long enough to reach quite past his head if it were pointing up. He collapsed into the bed as the sensations finally wore off, but his new beast of flesh throbbed angrily, jacked by his newfound heights of arousal. "Wow..." he moaned, staring in awe at his newfound virility.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I hope your suit can handle how much of a condom we're going to make it." Glayva grinned again, his shaft throbbing in anticipation. "Because your crotch isn't the only part that's getting stretched today."

"So do I," Nyanda replied, a bit absentmindedly. His suit was a bit... volatile. But he hoped things wouldn't come to that.

"Now, let's get to the fun stuff already," Glayva said, rubbing his hands and moving back to the bed. He gripped Nyanda's sides and hoisted the catboy up effortlessly, turning him and holding him upright against the bed, Nyanda's cock reaching all the way to the other side. He stepped back a little and aimed his tapered tip, which was still almost as thick as a soda can, right at that tight entrance. Precum already started to stream from his tip, waterfalling over the feline's asshole and starting to lube it up.

"You look so damn tight," Glayva breathed, knowing this would be a struggle. He pressed that massive, almost humanoid tip against Nyanda's pucker, warm, slick pre streaming directly into his ass and coating his inner walls. "Here goes," he said, and Nyanda braced himself as Glayva gripped him tighter, drawing his hips back before shoving forward. That battering ram of a tip pressed hard against the hero's asshole, trying to force it to give way under the pressure, and it started to stretch, but not much.

Nyanda's eyes widened as the orca thrust again, harder this time, making his hole stretch even wider as it tried desperately to accept that bludgeon. Another thrust, and another, more precum slicking up his ass until, finally, Glayva breached his asshole with a triumphant shout. Nyanda cried out in pain and searing pleasure from the sheer stretch; with just the first inch or two it was like a soda can had just been shoved up his butt, but significantly hotter, fleshier, and thicker down the length.

The next thrust was just as rough and just as much of a struggle as the first, as the next few inches meant even wider girth for Nyanda to have to take. But Glayva powered forward with his strong hips, breaching more of the feline's inner walls and stretching that sphincter--and, soon, those small hips--much wider. The orca's shaft hit Nyanda's prostate, rolling over it and stretching it along with everything else, and when it did so, the hero's cry of pain became a groan of bliss, his tongue lolling out as he saw stars.

Glayva's red rocket was very textured, covered in thick veins that stimulated Nyanda's increasingly sensitive, stretched insides just right. So the more Glayva went in, the more the pleasure offset the pain, and with the next thrust, instead of crying out, Nyanda started to moan. A tight outline had formed inside of his gut of that tapered tip, clearly showing each of the veins that was feeding the feline all that bliss.

"Fuck, you really are tight," breathed the orca, just as he made another thrust. The bulge in Nyanda's gut rose higher and tighter, reaching almost to the bottom of the feline's ribcage. But Glayva had so much more to go. "Or maybe it's just that I'm so big."

"Both," Nyanda breathed, through the pleasure. "When does it end?" he asked, looking down to see that, apparently, not even half of Glayva's cock had entered him. He just let his head fall back and moaned.

"I get that a lot," the orca said, and then he made another thrust, this one more forceful than usual. It was enough to shove his shaft in all the way up to its greatest girth, as wide as the hero's waist, stretching his asshole out obscenely and making an enormous bulge up his torso. The next thrust went so deep that Nyanda's entire torso, from top to bottom, was bulged out obscenely, but Glayva still wasn't done. With the next thrust, the tip of the orca's cock rose in front of the catboy's face, close enough for Nyanda to lick it if he wanted, but he just stared in awe at the beast that was deforming his insides to suit Glayva's pleasure.

And with Glayva's last thrust, he got as close as he could to hilting, several inches of cock-stretched suit rising past Nyanda's face as the bulge of Glayva's looming knot would not proceed. But that was fine. Glayva wasn't greedy; he didn't need every inch of his shaft massaged by such a tight cat... yet. He had more than enough to spare. But, for now, he paused, letting Nyanda adjust completely to the sheer stretch, to the flood of searing pleasure and the jolts of bliss from his throbbing veins.

"How are you holding up?" he asked. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet, but I want to make sure."

Nyanda's tongue lolled out. "I feel like I'm nothing but cock... I knew my suit was elastic, and I knew bodies were pretty stretchy, but this...!" He hesitantly reached out with his arms to hug his own body, feeling the heat pulsing from the shaft that nearly dwarfed him, and Glayva moaned. A bulge raced up the underside of his shaft, a load of precum making Nyanda's belly distend more until it shot with immense force from the orca's urethra.

The hero's gut distended rapidly, warped by the massive glob of precum that shot up into the "air" as it used all that force to go as far as it could, before the tension of Nyanda's stomach made it go no farther. It exploded a foot away from the tip of Glayva's cock, making that belly distend even more obscenely with what felt like a gallon of the stuff before, finally, it all washed down and filled the base of the feline's stretched belly instead, distending it a little.

Nyanda's eyes bulged from the shock and the pleasure of the sudden stress, the explosion of pre, and the warmth pooling in his stomach. "What was that? You could--you could see it in my stomach, and then it exploded, and then--" he just moaned.

"And that's my precum. Pretty intense, huh?"

"Intense is right..." Nyanda moaned again and tried to buck his hips on reflex as a similar glob of pre raced down the bulge of his own hyper cock, bringing a lightning bolt of pleasure that raced up toward his urethra at the same time. The pleasure and the precum exploded at the tip of his cock at the same time and, like Glayva's, the load of essence travelled a foot or so before it exploded. Instead of washing down, however, the precum bulged his suit out like a condom hanging from his cock, though it held at least triple the amount he'd ever put out in an orgasm before. "Wow!"

"Doesn't it feel good?" asked the orca, as he shot another explosive load, inflating the hero's belly another inch or so. Nyanda nodded, his tongue lolling out as he fired off his second shot, the "condom" of his suit swelling more with another explosion of essence. "Good. 'Cause there's a lot more where that came from. I hope you're ready for a rough time."

Without hesitation, without holding back one bit, Glayva gripped the hero's sides firmly and pulled his cock back sharply before driving forward roughly. Nyanda let out a cry as that massive, veiny cock rolled abruptly over his insides, especially stimulating his prostate and making him spout more precum. Wasting no time, Glayva made another thrust, and another, working into a pounding rhythm as he hammered away at Nyanda's poor, overstretched asshole.

His enormous red rocket battered every bit of the feline's insides with abandon, blasting him with load after powerful load of warm pre, wasting him with those soft explosions of pleasure whenever his belly was stretched that way. The base of his bulging belly began to sag over his throbbing shaft, sloshing and bouncing with gallons of pre every time Glayva rammed him.

They both moaned expletives erratically, Nyanda from the rough and getting-rougher pounding and Glayva from the tight-as-fuck living condom that he was jackhammering. Every square inch of his cock was just as sensitive to pleasure as the rest, so every thrust was a veritable flood of friction-fuelled bliss. And Nyanda, with his skin and inner walls stretched so tight, was more sensitive to that friction than ever, every vein adding another jolt of pleasure to each thrust.

Nyanda's growing, roiling belly was sloshing and bouncing on his own now-hyper member, stimulating it as it rubbed over what it could reach. The soft, increasing stretch of his distended gut fed him a soft, ebbing stream of pleasure, every extra gallon another little hike up in the constant flow. A soft backdrop to the raging storm of their sex, being full like this was a sensation he could live for, and he knew he would only get fuller.

Glayva growled a guttural growl as his thrusts began to change. Instead of the quick but deep thrusts he was making, he began to use more of his length, pulling back a good ways and then building up inertia as he slammed forward fiercely. Every time he did so, the abruptly girthier knot that was keeping him from hilting sieged the hero's asshole relentlessly, seeking to bury itself inside of the feline.

"Damn, I'm getting close," the orca moaned, as he kept at this much rougher treatment. "You want my knot?" he asked, with a devious tone. "It's thicker than your fucking waist, and if I get it in, you probably won't be able to walk for weeks... or maybe you'll pop, and then you'll be just fine. Oh, did I mention I might pop you? Yeah, there's a reason we have that cleaning charm. It gets bloody in here."

Nyanda's eyes widened at the suggestion, and the image suddenly came to his mind of his stomach exploding and his body being ripped to bits--and the volatility of his supersuit. If he went off, he wouldn't just be chunks; he would be scraps; it wouldn't just be pleasure; it would be pain, much more than any normal pop. But before he could come out and say that, Glayva suddenly forced his massive knot, bigger than the feline's waist, into his already gaping hole, overwhelming his mind with a massive influx of pleasure that catapulted him into his climax.

Any worries Nyanda might have had about the orca's coming orgasm were dashed as soon as his peak hit him. He was bigger than he ever had been before, and that combined with all the other sensations sieged his mind with unbridled bliss and broke down all its barriers. He let out a cry that turned into his moan as the first tsunami of pleasure crashed into him and flooded his body, every point of sensitivity adding to the pleasure. Gallons of cum flooded from his cock, rapidly distending the condom of his suit as it weighed down on the bed, spreading to cover more and more of it.

His ass clenched as much as it could (which was, admittedly, not much) around the knot that was stretching it so wide, and as that knot began to inflate, Glayva, spurred on by the tight stretch, yanked out his knot and shoved it back in with even greater force than before, stretching Nyanda wider and more abruptly, initiating another wave of pleasure for the feline. This he did three more times, each time with greater difficulty, each time stimulating both of them more until, finally, his knot was too big and he couldn't pull out.

It was at that point, by the time Nyanda's output had covered the whole bed in his suit, that Glayva came. As he shoved his knot in for the last time, his flow of precum ceased, Nyanda's gut nearly the size of a yoga ball by now and soon to get much bigger. His cock pulsed madly as his knot continued to inflate, gaping Nyanda's hips wider and wider as the orca's massive balls tightened up, preparing to release their intimidating load.

Glayva roared in pleasure as his climax slammed into him like a freight train, and a veritable geyser of hot cum shot from the tip of his cock, which was still tightly outlined above Nyanda's head. The hero's tongue lolled out as his stomach distended above him with Glayva's output, all that cum flooding back down to his already bloated stomach to fill it more. Cum poured into him like a hose, only increasing in volume and stimulating him more and more as his belly distended. The bigger, the stretchier, the more sensitive, and it was only making Nyanda's climax stronger, even though he was running out of cum to give.

Glayva, however, was not running out anytime soon. As he ground against Nyanda's ass with his knot, he shot untold gallons of jizz into the hero, rapidly inflating his belly and beginning to strain it lightly with his hot seed. It didn't take long before that spunk-filled gut was bigger than the feline himself, and still growing without end in sight, still sloshing and rolling but getting tauter by the gallon.

The pressure grew and grew until cum started backing up Nyanda's throat, the hero's eyes widening as he realised what was happening--and then it was too late, cum filling and bulging out his cheeks before forcing his mouth open and waterfalling out, soaking his belly in a few gallons of Glayva's spooge, but only barely relieving the pressure. Glayva was still spouting like a fire hydrant, and Nyanda's belly was now starting to hide even the tip of the orca's massive shaft.

The pressure became palpable as Nyanda's gut touched the ceiling, getting tighter with each passing moment as the feline neared his breaking point. His orgasm began to die down, but Glayva was still going strong, filling the catboy with abandon and pushing him toward a pop. However, as Nyanda's faculties became more available to him, he remembered just what Glayva had planned for him and he began to panic, unable to alert the orca with his mouth and throat full of that threatening seed.

The far tip of his growing stomach hit the other side of the wall at the edge of the bed, and at this point, his skin was as tight as a drum, straining and creaking as he got closer and closer. Glayva leaned forward, up against his ear, panting and moaning, still in the throes of climax. "I'm going to pop you soon," he said, menacingly. "Are you ready for it? I'm only going to make your stomach burst this time. That way, we can both see your gaping torso, dripping with blood and my cum, my cock sticking out.

"All that pain, all that pleasure... it's going to be all yours. I'm going to destroy you like no villain ever could, but I bet you'll love it." They could both practically hear the creaks of Nyanda's tight, overstretched skin, so sensitive, feeding Nyanda a constant stream of soft but powerful pleasure. "Are you ready?" he asked, again, Nyanda's eyes wide in a full-on panic at this point. "Just a little more... so close..."

BOOM!

Nyanda's gut could take it no longer and it exploded, tearing to shreds as hundreds of gallons of cum blasted outward, splattering the room and flooding it a foot or two with the sheer amount. The cum was tinted red with the hero's blood, but most of the carnage was over the bed, soaked in the feline's blood and covered in chunks and tatters of his destroyed organs and flesh. Glayva's cock, still buried in Nyanda's ass, stuck out, covered in blood and guts and cum, still throbbing and spouting gallons of the stuff, only filling the room more.

Nyanda screamed in the explosion of pleasure and pain that resulted, wave after wave of intense sensations overwhelming his mind. He was in heaven and hell, tormented and blissful, until he realised that his suit was in tatters, too, and all that pleasure was about to be replaced by pain. His panic grew as his half-destroyed suit began to heat up intensely around him, preparing to self-destruct and blow him sky high.

With an even louder boom, Nyanda's suit exploded violently, a massive fireball consuming Nyanda and obliterating him completely, blowing bloody, bone-ridden chunks of his flesh everywhere. Though the fire didn't affect anything other than the hero, the force blasted Glayva back, throwing him hard against the wall as the flames filled the room and extinguished, leaving the orca to see the level of carnage he had wrought.

Nyanda popped back into existence right there on the cum-and-blood-soaked bed, still in a restored suit, moaning and writhing and screaming in pain, the leftovers from his total destruction. It was minutes before it all died down, the catboy whimpering as the afterglow took hold of him, a sense of bliss and calm following his death that turned into a stream of satisfying pleasure. His whimpers turned into soft moans as he let it overtake him, and Glayva watched, stroking himself idly as his orgasm faded away, no longer spurred on by a tight body.

However, as Glayva came to his senses, no longer sex-addled, he realised what he had just done to Nyanda. Confused at what had happened, he was beginning to panic again, knowing that he had just put Nyanda through excruciating pain. The catboy was still moaning erratically, and the large bulge in his suit showed that he was still hyper, but not erect. He wondered if that had somehow become permanent.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," he blurt out, and Nyanda looked up wearily. The cum and blood in the room were starting to fade away slowly, along with the smell of sex and sweat. "I don't know what came over me."

Just as he had done many times before, Nyanda held up a hand to stop the orca. "It's okay. I loved that. Fuck, I love pain," he moaned, flopping back onto the bed, surprising Glayva. "Don't apologise. Just do it with me again." Glayva wondered if Nyanda's mind was still messed up by all the sex they'd just had. "Hell, bring your friends along. Break me. Fuck, that was good..." With everything completely clean at this point, including the two of them, Nyanda rolled over and sat up. "Want my number?"

Glayva blinked. "Uh, wow. Sure. What for?"

Nyanda smiled a cute little smile. "So we can do this again, of course!"