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There was a dull thumping in the air as the bass in the club seemed to override all other sound. It didn't seem to bother the large panther woman who leaned against the wall at the side of the dance floor looking out over the writhing mass of bodies. There wasn't much to make out from a cursory glance with the eyes aside from the flashing colors and raving forms but under the surface there was a complex of desires and feelings that radiated from every patron.

There were those that truly lost themselves to the thrills and the music, throwing themselves about as they haphazardly moved with the sound. There were the lovers whose affection for one another overshadowed all else as they too moved to the music but with a different mentality. There were the loners as well mixed in, lust and desire permeating their thoughts as they moved about the floor and to the bar with only baser desires in mind. Her favorites were the drunkards though, as their psyche seemed to rush from one idea to the next with little connectivity - they were the most amusing to interpret.

And she could feel it all. In fact, she had been able to since a young age when she discovered that what people spoke and what they thought were very different. Their very inner workings weren't available but there was a lot to be gathered from just the raw emotions that people give off and with enough practice it had become enough to read other people. At the present there was a bit too much noise for her but she had learned to filter it and take in only what she was looking for. And now . . .

Her ears perked as she felt a different kind of presence among the crowd, one she had been hunting for a while now. Nervousness. Anxiety. These were the sorts of people that she hunted for - someone to prey on. She smirked and slid off the wall, trying to pin point the source in the crowd but was interrupted by another sudden rush of fear. She spun around before the small jackal-boy behind her could even tap her shoulder. He recoiled slightly at the sudden turn but recovered, physically anyway - he still pulsated fear and nervousness in her presence. He cleared his throat quietly before speaking. "E-Excuse me, ma'am - may I, have this dance?" he held out his hand, trying not to shake.

She gave him a quizzical look and honed her senses back in to the physical world. She hadn't even noticed the music change from rave to slow - after all, everyone still moved with the same underlying intentions. She glanced down at the nervous canine. He was kind of cute,_she supposed but not what she was looking for, nor what she had sensed earlier:_it still radiated from somewhere else in the club. She briefly perused his own and found the same underlying lust of the other loners in the club but there was certainly something . . . off about it. "Sorry, cutie," she finally said, patting him on the shoulder while looking deep into his eyes, "Not this time."

He blinked and any sense of persistence was immediately quelled by her gaze. He muttered something and skittered off to another part of the room. Interesting, she thought before moving off towards the bar, where she was sure she'd felt the presence. People parted as she passed, unknowingly moved by her own will, until she finally caught sight of the bar and the patrons in attendance.

There she was, she thought, honing in on the chubby little lynx sitting up at the bar. It was no wonder she hadn't found them out before as they were completely surrounded by the lustful and confusing minds of the drunken patrons around her. She wore only a simple pair of form fitting jeans and a simple white shirt over her plump form. Her tail swished nervously every once in a while and she looked about anxiously as though looking for someone. She certainly didn't belong here . . . the larger cat thought as she approached the feline.

She subconsciously shooed away the bartender as she took up a seat next to the lynx, delighting in the new surge of emotions from the small creature. She tried to shrink away from her and mentally pleaded to remain anonymous in the panther's intimidating presence. Oh she would be a lovely one to have . . . "Hey there, girl," the larger woman greeted her amiably.

"Oh, hello!" she replied, turning to look the other over for just a second. She was a rather tall and busty panther clothed in a simple, dark blue dress that ran down to her knees. The garment was rather low cut, showing off a generous portion of her cleavage and as she sat down she was hit with a surprisingly potent scent. It was reminiscent of the typical male or female musk that some other creatures exuded or put on in some cases. It was rather pleasant actually. She looked up into her large yellow eyes and held there for a second in the large globes' sight. She tried to turn away before she got caught staring but could not.

Smiling, she pressed on before she could break away again. "What's a lovely little thing like you doing here all by yourself?" Her grin widened as she stared at the young feline who gazed back nervously but was unable to break away. The mesmerizing gaze of the large feline made it impossible for her to look away for very long.

"Oh, I'm here with some friends," she chuckled lightly and looked off to the side slightly before fixating back on those yellow orbs that almost seemed to draw her in. "They're around here somewhere . . ."

"Oh, is that right? Well, can I buy you a drink?" the panther lady subtly slid closer to the lynx until she was shoulder to shoulder with her but she didn't seem to take notice. Instead, she staring, eyelids slacked ever-so-slightly. Her nervousness seemed to melt away as she conversed with the panther, it was still there but something just kept her focused on her voice.

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"That's okay, I don't really drink," she replied, glancing down briefly at the martini in hand. "One of the others . . . bought it . . . for . . ." her sentence tapered off as the panther lured her back in, making her focus on her and only her.

"My name's Sam, by the way. It's nice to meet you." She grinned maliciously and licked her lips as the unsuspecting lynx watched, taking in each and every word in rapt fascination. Just a little extra push and she'll be wrapped around my finger.

"I'm Mia. It's nice to . . ." she paused as Sam slowly closed the gap between the two, which she had been progressively shortening, until their noses almost touched. Mia's entire vision seemed to be eclipsed by those dominating yellow eyes that seemed to pierce her very being. They were so close. She wanted her to speak more.

Perfect, she's there, she thought, slowly bringing a hand around to rest on the intoxicated kitty sitting before her. Had to be very careful at this part - if they are too startled they could snap right out of it . . .

Mia glanced slowly from side to side where Sam's strong, warm paws gently massaged her shoulders. She was so firm, it was almost like she was trying to push her down but all Mia could think of was melting into those firm arms of hers. She craved an intimate embrace where they could share their warmth, where she could get as close to her as possible. Yet she didn't pounce Sam, no matter how tempting the desire. There was just something wrong about forcing herself on the panther that screamed "bad idea". No, she could wait for her.

With an enamoring grin still stuck on her face, Sam slowly spread outward from her shoulders, rubbing down onto her back. She steadily pushed on the tense flesh, trying to ease not only her mind but also her body into a state of submission. They were intimately close, bumping noses with one another every time she pushed too hard. She didn't push on her too quickly though. The slightest misstep . . .

A purr welled up in the chubby lynx as the strange woman's expert hands plied at her back and undid so much tension she didn't even know she had. The urge to melt into her embrace was getting stronger by the second until she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to sit up on her own. Leaning forward on her stool, she wrapped her arms weakly around the larger feline. She let out a sigh and dropped her head onto Sam's shoulder, rumbling loudly at her intense ministrations.

Sam let out a little huff of surprise as the hefty kitty suddenly fell into her but she only faltered for a second before she was focusing again on subduing the cat. Mmm, they don't usually collapse like that . . . "Aw, you poor little thing," she whispered into Mia's ear as she moved lower, down to the small of her back. Testing her limits, she lightly nibbled at her pointy ears, trying to ignore the tufts tickling at her nose, and whispered again, "I'll take good care of you . . ."

A shiver ran down Mia's entire body at her words. That svelte, loving tone was like music to her ears. And the bite, it had seemed strange for an instant but was quickly overshadowed by her loving promise. She wanted her to take care of her. Just to hold onto her like this and keep caressing her exhausted body. She hadn't noticed it before but she must have been really sore because now it was like a great weight was being lifted from her back. "So . . . good . . ." Mia rumbled, almost inaudibly.

Sam smiled inwardly at her comment, pleased with her current progress. At this rate, she might be the fastest seduced to date. Shouldn't rush though. Sam slowly pulled away from the limp kitty, Mia nearly falling forward as she was suddenly forced to bear her own weight again. Thankfully, Sam had caught hold of her by the shoulders and positioned her so they were once again face to face. Mia still had the dazed look about her as she stared forward with half-lidded eyes into Sam's own penetrating gaze. "Careful there, kitty," Sam's devious grin returned as she watched Mia swoon a little in her seat at hearing her. "I wouldn't want my newest plaything to get hurt . . ." Time to pick it up a little.

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Mia quivered at the sound of her lovely voice. She hardly parsed in her head what she had actually said, except that it sounded endearing and meant she wasn't going to leave. That was all she wanted. And for her to talk again. Bless her ears with that warm and motherly voice that seemed to warm her very being. It took a second for her to even notice Sam's head tilt to the side and press her lips to her own and then another second before she realized she was actually kissing her. Something immediately went off in her head as she felt the panther's large tongue slip between her lips. Who was this person? What was happening? But those thoughts quickly faded away as she felt her arms wrap around her again, this time dipping lower to cup her cheeks. She was so warm she could almost feel the inviting heat radiating from Sam's whole body, comforting her to no end as any doubts she had melted away. She was her lover and what was happening happened to be the greatest feeling she'd ever experienced.

Sam watched through wide-open eyes as Mia responded to the kiss. She was almost worried for a second when she stiffened in her grasp and her normally half-lidded expression widened into something almost resembling cognizance. Perhaps this little thing had a bit more force of will than she'd originally thought. Her concern evaporated though as she watched on in smug satisfaction as her eyelids drooped and closed in blissful relaxation. Good, now to really seal the deal, Sam thought as she closed her eyes and pushed forward into her mouth some more, taking control of the kiss. No reason not to enjoy this too.

Mia tried in vain to become a part of the forceful French kiss she was receiving from her lovely panthress lover but she just seemed too slow. It was like her reaction times had all been substantially slowed so when she went to meet her tongue she just ended up licking absently about her mouth where she'd been a few seconds before. Eventually she just gave up and let her tongue fuck her mouth as she pleased. It felt like the right thing to do, to let her do as she pleased with her body. She didn't even care when she felt her hands start to grope at her backside, in fact it only worked to turn her on that much more. She hadn't really paid attention to it until now because she was so focused on what Sam wanted but she could feel her folds, hot and damp with arousal. Mmm, how she hoped her Mistress would notice and help her with it. Or maybe she could help her with her arousal. Surely she was in need of some attention if she were already so turned on.

Mia paused for a second as her clouded mind back tracked to what she'd thought. Mistress? She paused for a second as a nagging concern crept back into her thoughts. As if sensing this, she felt Sam grope and pull at her cheeks, trying to spread them through her jeans. Yeah, she thought, returning to her blissful, complacent state, 'Mistress' seems about right.

Much like Mia, Sam had not noticed her own growing arousal either as her mind was occupied by the task of controlling the little lynx girl. Sometimes even she forgot why she bothered with this in the first place. Sometimes just the buildup and the influence she could hold over someone was enough for her. But this one . . . Mmm, not so little actually, she thought as she felt up her generous behind which filled the seat and her palms easily. Plenty of padding for the pushing, she mused as she felt a stirring in her loins, a bulge pressing against her constricting panties and showing ever-so-slightly through her dress. Heh, better focus - I don't want to spoil the surprise for her just yet.

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After a while of impassioned frenching and groping on Sam's part, the large panther pulled away, leaving Mia sitting in her seat with her mouth gaping slightly, very much under her spell. Sam giggled as she reached forward and closed her mouth for her, Mia's eyes slowly following her hand the entire way. Wiping off the little bit of drool that had escaped her mouth, Sam brought her hand back down so it laid on her lap in a comforting gesture. Mia looked back up with half-lidded eyes, a dopey grin spreading across her muzzle as Mia started to speak. "You said you came with friends, kitty?" she asked in a much more assertive tone.

Mia perked up as she was addressed directly and nodded her head, eager to answer her questions (and to hear her speak more). "Good," she cooed, running her hand over her covered leg. Her entire face warmed up at her praise, a fulfilling sensation washing through her at pleasing her Mistress. "Well, Mia," she started but stopped as her eyes closed and she shivered at the sound of her name. It sounded so good, like she was fellating her ego with her voice alone. "Mia." She started again, much firmer this time. She placed her hands on her shoulders and made it so she didn't look away from her hypnotic yellow gaze. Not that she wanted to but it did help her stop herself from melting into her touch again. "Listen." Mia perked her ears, eyes widening ever so slightly as she became all ears for what she desired. "Go to your friends and tell them you found someone to give you a ride home tonight. Then, come straight back to me so we can have some . . . fun." Sam paused before the last word to give her a quick peck, much to her delight.

Sam stared at her for a few seconds after she'd ordered Mia on her way but she just sat there, still in a daze. "Well?" she said eventually, growing a little impatient with the slow processing of commands on her part. "Go!" She blinked before her eyes widened in realization and she slid off the bench, wandering out into the throng of dancing people in search of her friends. Sam watched her go with lust in her eyes at that little tail wagging excitedly over her rotund behind. She would enjoy having that later. Heck she might even be a keeper, she thought as she let her mind wander once more.

She thought she might keep her senses honed in on Mia, just to make sure she didn't slip up or anything but she didn't bother; she was a little too far gone. Instead she went back to reading the other patrons of the club. Most of them were uninteresting. Just horny males wanting to get into their date's pants or, more often, someone else's. Such promiscuous people these kind of places attracted, she thought, laughing as she thought of how fitting it was for her to be here.

She almost didn't notice when someone slipped into the seat just recently occupied by her new lynx pet. Her senses suddenly veered inward again, surprised that someone had slipped her notice so easily. Her eyes refocused and she looked in the seat to see the same small Jackal-guy from earlier, leaning on the counter and obviously pretending to browse the available drinks. If it wasn't enough that his mind screamed anxiety at being near her then his poor acting gave it away immediately. Now that he was next to her though she quickly picked up on all the other things his mind was broadcasting. Weird, how had she not felt him coming up? Must be getting soft, she thought as she leaned forward on the counter as well and gave the jackal a knowing look.

Eventually he gave up the ruse and looked to the side and with mock surprise said, "Oh, hello there, m-ma'am! I didn't see you there," he lied, chuckling softly. Sam let a small smile creep onto her face at the boy's attempts to remain casual. She took a second this time to look over the jackal properly. He was rather scrawny, shorter than her by a significant amount but he was rather endearing and cute in a "pet" sort of way. His tall ears constantly twitched and he could only keep eye contact with her for a few seconds at a time before his gaze invariably drifted down to her body before shooting back up whenever he thought she would catch him. "May I buy you a drink?" He asked, motioning towards the bar, trying his best to sound confident and keep the friendly smile on his face seeing as she hadn't turned him down immediately.

Sam was about to send him off again when she paused and looked at the canine again with bemusement. It was very rare anyone actually approached her seeking some kind of engagement. Her person was usually a bit too intimidating for most males, that or she just willed them away subconsciously. Yet here this little guy was, trying to woo her with his nervous albeit friendly gestures. What an interesting person indeed . . . she thought as she probed his mind for a little more. Beneath the anxiety there was that lustful nature that permeated most of the other patrons but again, it was not the same. It was far less bestial than those pussy-chasers out there - it almost seemed like genuine interest and attraction. She tried to push further but she could not, something stopping her from really getting into his thoughts. Strange.

"You're real sweet, babe," she eventually conceded after mulling over his person for a while. She could really get somewhere with someone as pliable as him but there was something so puerile in his motives that she thought it a shame to ruin him. Weird, it had never stopped me before . . . "But, I don't think you want what I've got," she finished, a vague hint as to her dual-gender.

"Oh, but I do!" he quickly squeaked out, eyes going wide as he realized how he'd just spoken. "You thought, I uh, I mean your smell, you have - I, uhm . . ." He fumbled over his words as he tried to get across what he meant. Sam raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. He cleared his throat before whispering almost inaudibly over the beats in the club, "You're a herm . . ."

"And you're trying to tell me you're okay with that?" Sam looked on in surprise, both that he'd sussed out her dual gender but also that he was interested in spite of that.

"Yes," he replied confidently, "And, I would like to get to know you." He replied awkwardly. He was an impressive specimen mentally but he really couldn't pull it together for anything physical. Sam pondered how she may have ended up just like him if she hadn't culminated her psychic powers. It created this strange mixture of pity and affection for the small creature. "So, about that drink?"

Sam chuckled and waved her hand dismissively at the jackal. "Sorry hon, but I've got a cat to bang and alcohol isn't going to help. But I'll tell you what," he started to question her but she cut him off as she fixed him with another penetrating stare. He stared back into her dominating gaze, not truly able to pull away as she attempted to influence him. "Why don't you go get yourself a real girl, show me you're a real man, and come back. _Maybe_I'll take you up on your offer."

He stared on for a second as her orders tried to take hold. He blinked a few times and then nodded his head. "O-Okay, I will! I can do that!" He said, his confident façade as strong as ever. She watched him go with intrigue. He sounded eager to do as she said and yet at the same time he seemed to still be fully under his own control. I could have sworn I'd done that properly.

She didn't have much time to think about it though as she sensed the distinct, loving adoration for her that signaled the approach of Mia. She watched as she slipped through the crowd and made her way eagerly over to her. Sam stood and took the lynx in her arms, wrapping the feline fully in her embrace, further exacerbating her mindless affection for her.

Mia's purr was loud enough to be almost audible over the club music and it only intensified as her Mistress hugged her, the warm fulfilling sensation pouring into her body once more after being away for so long. It had seemed like so long ago to her, anyway. "Good kitty." Sam stroked through the smaller felines long brown hair and she all but lost control of her legs, falling fully into the panther's arms. Her voice was lovely and when she praised her too . . .

"Ooooo" Mia moaned and nuzzled into Sam's chest, burying herself in her ample bosom. She wasn't sure if she'd intended it to be so sexual but the rumbling vibrations across her nipples through the thin dress fabric was quite arousing. It only urged her to move along even faster. Appropriately, she pulled away from the kitty and looked into her eyes, still dilated with the effects of being controlled, and spoke again. "Come little kitty - let's go somewhere a little more private." Mia nodded eagerly.

It was a short trip to one of the many private rooms at the club. Sam hadn't actually reserved the room or anything but it just so happened that whoever considered coming into the room suddenly forgot what it was they were doing. Suffice to say, they weren't going to be disturbed. Sam chuckled as she led Mia through the door and closed it, turning to her prize. She was just as enamored with her as she had been before but now the smell of her arousal started to become more apparent.

Mia sniffed at the air and immediately picked up on her Mistress' scent. It smelled just like she had before, a strange mix of male and female musk. It just made her want to bury her face in her chest again to try and cover herself in the smell. "Why don't you take your clothes off for me, kitty? I want to see what I'm going to be playing with." The words hung around in her head for a few seconds before Mia could comprehend what she said. Right! Clothes; she didn't need those . . ." She reached down and dropped her pants quickly, stepping out of them before throwing off her shirt with vigor. But then she paused as she reached down to pull off her panties. With a start she suddenly became a little bit more aware of her surroundings besides herself and Sam. She looked around slowly in the dim lit room, seeing a well cushioned bed sitting in the middle and a variety of mood enhancing items like portraits and flowers. There was even a little chest probably filled with naughty items. There was a sudden surge of uncertainty in her mind as to what was going on around her.

Sensing something was wrong, Sam quickly moved forward and took the now frightened looking lynx in hand and wrapped a hand around her shoulder, holding her close and fixing her with her gaze once more. She noticeably calmed down at her touch and Sam slowly guided her to the side of the bed. "There, there kitty. Why don't you strip for your Mistress, hm? Show her how much you want her." Sam cooed, never looking away from the cat. Mmm, always had trouble when it came to actually getting down to business. Maybe she just needs a little extra encouragement?

Mia's purr returned as her Mistress comforted her. She had such a way with words. She really should take her clothes off; she only wanted to play after all. And she did really love her mistress. She looked on dreamily into the yellow orbs as she reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to floor but before she could go for her pants Sam reached up and groped at her nipples. The nagging alarm tried to rise again but was quickly quelled by the wave of arousal that shot through her body as she tweaked her teat. She was only playing with her breast but it felt as though her whole body was warming up with arousal. It was a comfortable heat though, one she craved for more of, like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter's day and she was the hearth. Mia leaned into the embrace, trying desperately to get closer to the lovely feeling.

"Mmm, there we go, feel better?" Sam questioned as she sat the both of them down on the side of the bed before sneaking her hand down and into the lynx's simple panties. "Ooo, you are a messy little kitty, aren't you?" Sam chastised as she felt the arousal that had pooled in her undergarments. She was on a roll and if she kept this up she wouldn't have to slow down now. Pushing her further, Sam reached down and took her other nipple in her mouth. It was large and dark skinned, very befitting to her chubby physique. She rumbled as she licked and suckled gently at the sensitive flesh while the other was groped by her hand, the generous flesh filling it easily. Not wanting to break pace she let her fingers slip down into her lips as well. "Oh, you're a tight one aren't you?" Sam muttered in surprise as she was met with considerable resistance upon trying to jam a few fingers into her. "We're going to have to fix that . . ."

Mia panted in arousal as Sam's hands roamed across her body, setting off pleasure centers she hadn't even known existed. Every caress to her breast, every little tug at her nipple, and every probe into her passage sent shivers through her body as she craved more from her larger lover. And I know how to get it, she thought. Through a haze of lust and desire to simply go limp in her arms, Mia reached down and pulled down on her panties. Sam stopped briefly to let her remove them before pushing her down onto the bed. Mia looked up at her mistress now kneeling atop her, mildly curious as to what she had in mind.

Sam smiled as she got on top of Mia and loomed over her, simply enjoying her dominant position. It was so satisfying sometimes, just being able to mold people like putty in your hands. But now, for my favorite part, Sam thought as she slowly started to remove her own dress. As her dress slipped off over head, Sam watched in bemusement as Mia's eyes wandered down very slowly to her panties, where a distinctly un-lady-like bulge tented the garment. Her eyes widened slightly but the lustful look in her eyes quickly returned. With practiced patience she slowly removed the constrictive piece.

Mesmerized, Mia watched as her Mistress very slowly removed the panties containing her male equipment. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had known, especially from her scent but there was something so satisfying about finally seeing it for herself. She really wanted it, too, a perverse hunger welling up inside her and arousing her further. Her mouth gaped slightly as her sizeable member suddenly fell out. It was pink and large, even in its half aroused state, and, just like a cat's, it had little barbs near the pointed head. She slowly stroked it to full attention after kicking off her pants. It was so big, just like everything about the Mistress.

Sam grinned as Mia gaped lustfully at her crotch, doubtless craving what she was packing. Hopefully she'd still be this eager once we got started, Sam thought as she scooted down so she was positioned between her legs. She was definitely wet enough, she thought as she lined up her member with her passage, but she was still so tight. She obviously didn't get around much. She gave her folds a tentative prod, gauging her reaction.

Mia flinched as she felt the large member probe at her folds. It was erotic the way it teased and stretched at her flesh but as she felt the large thing start to push into her, a nagging panic started to well up inside her again. It was big.Really big. Could I fit that in me? Mia thought through a cloud of arousal. And she wasn't wearing any protection. Did she need protection? Mia tried to recall when her last cycle was but she could hardly form a cognizant thought as it was. Panic started to well up in her again as she slowly became less and less sure about what was going on.

Sam had seen this coming though and was well prepared for dealing with it. She had already jammed her head into her and she wasn't going to stop now. She carefully reached down and caressed her cheek reassuringly. She calmed down slightly but cringed again as Sam leaned over her chubby body, pushing forward steadily into her resisting folds until she was more than halfway inside her and able to hunch over her, face-to-face. "There we are kitty, filled up nice and good, hm?" She purred, giving her a brief kiss on the lips. Mia groaned into her mouth, adapting much better now that she was close to her again. "Here kitty, I have a treat for you." Sam rumbled as she reached around behind her and unclasped her breasts, letting her own generous breasts flop free. "Nestle yourself in these and you won't feel a thing; your mistress has to get you ready." She straightened out and let her breasts encompass her face, making sure her scent and heat would keep her placated while she stretched her to fit.

Mia looked on with a goofy grin as those pendulous black orbs were lowered down around her face. They were so soft and warm resting around her head. What she wouldn't give to snuggle into them for a nap. Sleeping was the last thing on her mind though as she felt her passage stretch to accommodate Sam's large dick. It was almost unpleasant the way her cunt was pulled too tight but it was overshadowed by the warm feeling she got from being so intimately close with the large feline. She let out little guttural gasps and grunts as more and more of the thick thing pushed into her until with one final push she felt a pair of hefty balls slap against her butt.

There was a low, pleasured moan as Sam finally hilted herself in the lynx. It wasn't easy but she'd crammed herself in tighter places before, she thought, reminiscing about her past exploits with unsuspecting male lovers. It was worth it though for the warm, pulsing sensation of her passage stretched around her member. That, combined with her breasts being pleasantly stimulated by the muffled cat's purrs was almost enough to send her over the edge immediately. She wanted to make it last just a little longer though. That and she loved doing this.

Mia gasped and her hips involuntarily humped upwards into Sam's member as she slowly pulled out and her barbs raked along her hypersensitive insides. Her eyes clamped shut at the intense sensation and colors danced in her view. Augh, it was hitting everywhere! It was so - great! Can't- ah, AH! "AH!" Mia's body shook from the overstimulation and her passage clamped around the exiting member even harder than before as orgasm wracked her body.

"Ooo_oooohhh my, kitty._ You really liked that didn't you?" Sam gasped out as her member was put into a vice grip by the other's orgasm. Mia didn't respond, probably because she physically could not. Instead she just twitched in pleasure, idly purring and occasionally humping down into her member. She'd only made it halfway out before she'd been stopped by her orgasm. She'd almost lost it there again and she was a bit too aroused now to control herself any longer. Forget holding out any longer, she'd have plenty of time to play with her later; she was definitely keeping this one.

Sam raised her chest off of her face and got herself into a better position to really fuck her with. Inhibitions gone, she thrust forward, burying herself entirely in the tight passage before swiftly pulling out, sensitive barbs raking her insides once more. Mia yelped as her senses were overloaded, her body not prepared for another session so soon after the last. But Sam wanted to get off and she couldn't stop now even if Mia did manage to break out of her trance. But she did not and Sam continued to saw in and out of her passage, the tight flesh pulling so wonderfully on her cock. She couldn't hold it off for much longer, just another good thrust and . . .

Mia looked on dazed as her cock suddenly started to throb in her passage, every pulse and twitch felt by the small cat's oversensitive flesh as a new warmth started to fill her body. A real, physical warmth, the feeling of her seed flowing into her deepest recesses. That nagging voice in her head popped up again as she felt her insides warmed by her mistresses' virile spunk. Something about unprotected sex and pregnancy but this time she voluntarily put the thought out of her head. It felt so good to be fulfilled in this new way and her Mistress hadn't pulled out so she clearly wanted this. And if she wanted it, Mia thought as she looked up at Sam, panting from the exertion of breeding her, then she was willing to give it.

Sam let out a sigh as she pulled out of the lynx, tugging lewdly at her passage before finally slipping out. She looked down at her cunt, bright red from arousal and possibly from taking a member a bit too large for her. A little trickle of cum quickly followed, slipping out of her lips and down her thighs. Most of it remained tucked away inside her though and she smiled at the prospect of knocking up her newest pet. Make her into a true MILF kitty - she already had the body for it.

Sam crawled up onto the bed next to her and ran idle fingers through her pet's short fur, focusing particularly on her chubby middle. Even with the intense physical stimulation she still seemed to be fully enamored with her, no questioning thoughts or second guesses. Just pure, unadulterated bliss at being with her Mistress. "Mmm did you enjoy it, my pet?" Sam asked, already knowing full well her answer. She mumbled a confirmation and stared lovingly into her eyes. "How do you feel about having my kittens, sweetie?" Sam pressed, seeing if she could trigger anything in her.

But there wasn't any, instead she immediately nodded her head and wrapped an arm around her, nuzzling into her neck. "If that's what you want, Mistress." Sam grinned at that and returned the embrace, holding her pet close.

"Good kitty."

It was a little while before Sam finally got up to leave, getting dressed and making her way out the door with Mia in tow. As she closed the door behind her and turned around she was shocked again by the sudden appearance of the jackal from earlier. Once again, no sign that he had approached and it wasn't as if she wasn't paying attention. She looked at him in confusion, having been pretty sure she'd dismissed him earlier. She was about to say something but he spoke first, beckoning someone forward with his hand. "I got one, like you said," he said in that same nervous tone he'd had earlier. As he spoke, a lithe lioness girl emerged from around the corner and stood by his side. She hadn't noticed her either but on closer mental inspection Sam noticed how she didn't really exude any thoughts. Not any of her own anyway. They all seemed to revolve around the jackal instead. She looked on curiously and noticed now how the lioness' eyes drooped and pupils dilated. "Would you uh, have me now?" he asked, reaching a hand out.

Sam grinned as she quickly came to realize what was going on. He really was an interesting creature. She looked behind her to Mia who looked back at her with sluggish adoration and then back to the jackal, anxious as ever. With a devious grin she got a firm grip on his hand and pulled him along toward the exit, the two brain-washed falling in behind us. "Oh, we are going to have some fun . . ."