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The purring alone could have brought a less sturdy home down. That was what naturally happened when four big cats gathered together under any circumstances. It was even more amplified when they were quite fond of each other, held together by the bond of family. Their collective rumbling mutually inspiring each other to amplify to greater and greater volume. It was definitely actual purrs coming from the three leopards, whereas it was more like an enduring, soothing growl from the tigress among them, a more intentional sound. They weren't even up to anything in particular, simply sprawled out across the entirety of that king-sized bed, enjoying each other's company after a particularly excellent series of desserts. Each of the four of them was plenty full, but their other appetites still remained.

Maybe it was unusual for two generations to be nakedly sprawled out like that, but special circumstances permitted a little excess. Indira and Naveen were celebrating - well, however many years it had been, whether one counted from them officially or unofficially tying the knot. The tigress and panther didn't want anything too complicated for such an event. Some time spent with family was good enough for them, and that was why the twins were there too, snuggled up and rumbling right along with them. Mahiri and Mira, the leopard and pantheress, were just as naked as their parents, thinking nothing of a gathering that would have been scandalous for other families. It was still innocent up until then, aside from the nudity, and it might have even stayed that way if not for a few errant gropes.

It began as nothing more than a few little rubs and grinds of hips, a few attempted cuddles that grew more intimate than intended. It was totally Mahiri's fault. A little too eager with his hips and he was brushing his sheath against his twin sister's hip. She giggled at that and promptly bumped right back, pushing up against him, rubbing her fur against his groin while she ran her fingers through his hair. Then they were making things more intimate and vigorous, not merely touching but grinding on one another, until the leopard couldn't help but start firming up, sheath growing plump and drawing back and showing some pink. At that point, it was all over, the quiet family intimacy falling apart and becoming something more erotic. There was no going back once they'd shattered the peace like that, especially once the rest of the cats were getting in on it.

Soon the four of them were a fluffy pile of intertwined bodies, all curled up, rubbing, squeezing, touching at each other. It was hard to tell one from another, even with their contrasting colours. They rubbed upon each other's thighs, they squeezed at breasts and rears, and that was before the teeth got involved. They weren't exactly biting, but there was plenty of nibbling going on. Mahiri and Mira tried to tease right back, but it was hardly long at all before the both of them found themselves with their scruffs locked between the teeth of their elders, leaving them tranquil and subdued as their much more dominant parents pinned them down. They always were a lot more capable than their offspring, but they didn't hold that against them. It was cute to hear their defeated mewls.

"Mmf ... you always scare me a little when you get in this sort of mood," Mahiri muttered to his mother, flat on his back while she locked her fangs around his exposed throat. He made sure not to move too much. Her constant rumbles were much less affectionate than before, instead a deep growl that still put a slight chill in his spine even when he trusted her completely. Her voice was almost unnervingly calm, but he was used to that by then.

"I thought perhaps I would grow more subdued with age. Yet the desires never seem to go away."

"I can't complain there," Naveen chuckled with his mouthful, biting into the scruff of the daughter who matched his colouration so well.

Mira had nothing to contribute to the conversation. She was too busy mrowling and fussing, getting nibbled on like that while the sleek, older cat laid over her back. He wasn't quite rough with her, but he was biting her just right to get her soaking wet, and using his fingers to press his way down her back, kneading into a few specific pressure points. It was both an expert massage, relieving all kinds of tension in an instant, as well as strangely arousing. He knew just how to manipulate bloodflow and the like to transform an already turned on pantheress into a desperately horny cat, leaving her writhing there beneath him while he took his sweet time in actually giving the release she so suddenly needed more than anything else in the world.

Mahiri could relax a little when his mother she stopped going for his throat like that, though he couldn't move much. She was sitting on his hips, pressing his cock down to his belly, and if he wanted to stroke at her or contribute in any way then he was going to be disappointed. Indira took control, completely and utterly, seizing him by the wrists as she lunged over him, flashing her teeth in his face. It wasn't out of any sort of anger or aggression. She just had needs, and intense ones at that. They were such that they controlled her, fuelled her, and she wasn't going to let him rest until he'd fulfilled every single one of them.

That involved completely taking over his body, giving him a small amount of room to maneuver, at least briefly. She raised her hips, letting him squirm beneath her briefly, but she was swiftly down upon him again in a moment, slickly taking him inside all in a smooth motion. Sinking his every single inch into her all at once had her snarling, a much stronger sound compared to his own meek mewl as she overwhelmed him with the clenching need slickly pumping around his cock. He was all but paralyzed, or at least immobilized, pinned beneath his ferociously lusty mom, her breasts resting on his chest, her teeth flashing in his face whenever he opened his eyes. He mostly kept them shut tight, savouring in in the sensations over the sights, feeling the taut muscle working beneath the softness of her broad, stripey curves.

Mira had a little more squirming room, though she was still entirely submitting to the pinning hold Naveen had upon her. He wasn't near as rough with her as his wife, instead moving with a slow, deliberate firmness, a calculated expertise. It wasn't like he and Mira did this sort of thing all the time, they saved it for special occasions, but he still knew her body well, and exactly how to make her moan. He wasn't even inside her yet, smearing a light string of pre down cheek of her hefty rump, taking his time in lining up with her before finally sliding his tip against her folds. She bit her lip to suppress the shrill sound that escaped her, only partly succeeding, raising her tail up high while she arched her back and urged him on. She might have been the softest and heaviest among the four of them, but that just gave Naveen more to squeeze, pressing his fingers deeply into the heft of her padded curves, admiring her from hips to breasts to shoulders with his soothing touches even while he slipped forth and penetrated her one inch at a time.

A chorus of snarly noises mixed in with the more pleasant rumbles of satisfaction announced the start of the intergenerational orgy. Naveen fucked Mira with a smooth, passionate series of motions, rubbing at her body, making her feel admired and pleasured while the sturdy panther moved from slick, grinding strokes to more intense, rutting thumps, hard enough to get her curves jiggling. He was stimulating her, spoiling her, bringing the sweetest, most musical moans out of her throat while she got pumped deep, given a firm, steady tapping of panther balls to her pussy. There was nothing she needed to do but remain sprawled out, stretching and arching, writhing plenty while he held her close and showed her what he could do. Mira soaked it all in, reaching a state within a minute of gushing, oozing, dripping around that richly-spined feline cock reaming her just right.

Indira had no such restraint. She was still precise, even if she might not have looked it, but she was far from being careful with the leopard. The bed was soon leaning heavily to one side, though beneath the mattress the legs and frame were reinforced. She and Nav had gone through enough beds to have learned their lesson by then. Mahiri was restrained, overpowered by the normally soft and motherly-looking cat, completely unable to do anything but be used by her lusts. He felt her smoothly plunging down upon his shaft, feeling her silky folds massaging over his rigid inches, throbbing deep in her depths. She was already milking the pre out of him, not just by her slick thumps, but by the powerful clenches that came accompanied by a flash of a snarl in his face while she rode him senseless.

Naveen turned his head mid-thrust, smirking at his wife, watching her all but maul Mahiri while she furiously drove his cock into her.

"Do have a care not to break our son, dear."

Her response was a grunted snarl, her ears remaining flat while she brushed her fangs against his face. He was showing his too, though in his case it was more for being unable to hold back his own comparatively meek growls. They were more forced out of him, right along with every jet of pre, milked from him by those powerful, bouncing hips. Her tail lashed through the air, her claws dug into the bed as well as the leopard's skin. She didn't harm him, aside from a bit of numbing around the hips while she smacked that stripey ass down on him, over and over, faster and faster, moving with such manic speed and deadly efficiency the leopard's balls were already pulling up tight. There was no showing off his stamina when he was trapped between his mother's thighs, enduring her deepest of desires while she forced him towards an explosive, early climax.

Mira wasn't far behind, beyond just moaning, instead progressing to a whimpery, opened-mouth mrowl that sounded like an agitated housecat more than a proper pantheress. She was curling her toes, clawing into the bed, leaving some marks in the sheets. Nav didn't seem to mind her destructiveness. He was working at a fast, but perfectly controlled pace. Far from rough, he was just intense, ensuring he never faltered for a moment. He might have been nearly twice Mira's age, but his stamina was seemingly limitless, his cock plunging in and out, spurting, but never quite reaching climax despite all the tantalizing squeezes she was making around him. He was content to pleasure her for as long as she needed to cum, which wasn't going to be long if the increasingly echoing crescendo of feline screams was anything to go by.

Mahiri couldn't hold up to it. Indi was an experienced top, someone who knew exactly how to overwhelm, how to pleasure him in ways that made his breath catch in his throat. He knew she would never really hurt him, but the intensity in her eyes always brought that small spark of instinctual fear anyway, like she might snap at any moment and simply bite into him, unable to help herself in such a worked up state. She knew he liked that. And she also knew that he'd withstood plenty of older women, much larger than her, riding his cock before. So there really was no reason to hold back, as she pounded her way to a dangerous speed, bending him in two while she smacked against him until he whimpered, stretched himself out, bucked his own hips up a few times, and finally went over, his willpower shattered.

He was locked inside her, throbbing in her depths, taking in her warmth, her familiar scent, basking in the soothing effect of her presence even as he got fucked stupid. He saw her fangs coming for him, and for just a moment he got that delicious jolt of fear that turned right over into pleasure, thinking she was just going to bite his face right off. Instead, she licked him into a kiss, one that had him all but swallowing her tongue while she wetly ground it against his own, mingling those scritchy textures and sucking on his muzzle while he hit his climax. His body jolted as if from recoil as he pulsed, bulged, twitched, and finally shot a fat load of cum inside his mother, gushing inside her pussy over and over, his balls clenching up hard while he gave her the inner warmth she so desired.

Feeling her twitching and contracting in response only kept him going, leaving him with a wet, muffled rowl echoing from within him while he got pushed past his own limit and made to keep on spraying inside her even well past his own exhaustion. He was dry-firing in time, just giving those violent spasms while she continued to contract, squeezing and squirting out a climax that went over surprisingly subdued. For all her snarling up until then, she simply held him by the head and kissed him deep throughout, squeezing her palms into his cheeks and finally letting him move his arms again. They were rumbling together while they remained locked in that embrace, her body firmly against his own, his fingers roaming around her stripes, massaging her back and her butt alike, showing no hesitation in the way he admired her sultry, motherly form.

The energy in the room became much more subdued as that pair settled into their afterglow, noisily making out as they fondled at each other. Indi wasn't getting up, keeping Mahiri pinned exactly where he was, his cum slowly flowing back down his shaft and pooling on his balls and belly. Of course, while they were content to chill, the panthers still weren't done. Nav settled instead from a steady pound to more of a slow, firm internal massage, making sure every thrust was a thorough, grinding motion, touching Mira everywhere she was sensitive. He knew exactly where, able to tell what would set her off, and as calm as their sex might have seemed, she was still launching into that snarling bliss before long, going extra-tight as she spanked that fine rump of hers against his hips.

She went over first, completely unable to hold back just like Mahiri. Orgasm overtook her entirely, came bursting out of her, leaving her gushing all her pleasure out at once. Even all the buildup couldn't properly prepare her, leaving her shaking all over, making herself jiggle while she spurted. Such enthusiasm was only met by a tight grip, the panther hugging her to his chest while he plunged forth one last time, cumming in her with just one snarl. He nipped at her neck as he did so, gently, nibbling upon her, chewing the loose scruff without doing her any harm. His aim wasn't perfect, or maybe that was just intentional, but either way, he soon had Mira's creamed pussy gushing out more than just her watery squirts, leaving streams of his seed running down her inner thighs, pouring all the way down to the slightly-shredded bed while she collapsed beneath him, near to napping in her afterglow.

He finished off inside of her and let her slump, cradling and cuddling at her, licking her cheek while she remained flopped out beneath him. She might as well have just been a cushy pillow for a while, totally out of it, panting into the sheets and nothing bothering to move much. Only when he began to pull out of her, making her yelp at the sudden squelch of popping free. She was leaking a little more, dribbling down that thick and messy cream from her nethers, and she would have just remained like that, maybe even have fallen asleep when glowing from climax like that, but she was roused from her near-slumber by a whispered suggestion in her ear, her panther dad's teeth lightly playing over the edge of it while he spoke.

"Whoops. You've got a little on you. Mahiri probably isn't going to be getting up for a little while. Maybe he can help you out?"

That put a little smirk on her tired face. She took some time to haul herself up, but that gave Indi a chance to finally rise from the leopard, breaking from the kiss with an affectionate lick to much of his face. Such a mess it was, oozing down his spots and his creamy white belly as she slid from his still-firm shaft. He couldn't soften, not when he was inside of her, feeling those powerful muscles working him even long after orgasm. She moved to the side, still a well-creamed mess, striking a naturally elegant pose propped up on her hip and elbow as she left him sprawled there. Nav had assumed correctly, and he remained where he was, his arms flopping down to his sides as he just panted and even drooled a bit. His tongue hanging out like that made for such a perfect target for Mira's mischief.

He didn't even see her coming, too busy staring at the ceiling and recharging after being so thoroughly drained by the tigress. He'd caught his breath at least, which was good, because he was soon finding his vision eclipsed by black, before being smothered up in the panther-creamed warmth that was his twin sister's pussy. It squished up tight to his lips, spreading a musky mess over his whole face, leaving it streaming down his cheeks, and he really had no choice but to start slurping his way out. Not that he had any complaints, happily digging his tongue inside, dragging it back and forth in some smooth, heated strokes, massaging her inside and out while he drank the panther's cum right down. Everyone could hear him gulping, even over the slick slurps up and down, cleaning up the pantheress' pussy, but leaving her no less soaking wet.

She wasn't gentle with him either. It was hardly much in comparison to how well the matriarch of the family had just hammered him, but even so. She wasn't just sitting snugly on his muzzle, but riding it, sliding back and forth while she smeared her juices across his lips, getting him all glossy, as if he wasn't already wet enough. He managed to raise his hands after a while of resting his arms, pressing fingertips deep into the curve of her spotty ass, giving a massage so deep it was almost paralyzing. It was his way of getting back at her for the smooshing, not that he minded in the slightest, judging by his enthusiasm in eating her out, making out with her pussy lips in deep, stiff strokes, plunging tongue within her to the very root.

Mira stayed where she was for just long enough to make him squirm, completely smothering him until the lack of air was starting to grow uncomfortable. And then she permitted herself just a few more seconds on his face, a small self-indulgence before she rose and left him gasping to recover. He was still sprawled out, his muzzle a smeared mess of matted fur, his eyes all narrow and dazed with his intoxicated state, but he was purring. Was he ever, rumbling deep into the mattress as he wriggled excitedly to wonder what was next. In time, he managed to steady himself well enough to prop himself up on his elbows and observe the family surrounding him.

"By the look in your eyes I'd say we're not quite done," he joked, still a little breathless.

It was true, the tigress still had that look about her. She looked like she was stalking her prey, deeply connected to her more instinctual side, swaying her tail. Her eyes had lost that gentle, motherly gleam to be replaced by something more intense, though when he spoke she visibly settled down enough to give him a smile.

"I thought we might surprise you with something. Of course, now that I've said that, it's not much of a surprise, is it?" She granted them the rare sight of her chuckling. It lasted for less than a second.

Naveen just scooted over to snuggle up to Indi's hip, leaving both parents looming over their thoroughly-drained offspring. He leaned in to murmur to her.

"You took the stuff, I'm certain? It will certainly be a stretch, but we should be just fine."

He spoke just loud enough that they could hear his every word, and they knew he was probably doing that on purpose, giving them just enough information to wonder what the two older cats had in store for them.

"Mmhmm. I think you should be more worried about yourself than me."

That just put a grin on his face. "Oh, I'll be fine. I've done it before. Remember?"

She cast a bemused expression. "I certainly do. And the mess too."

"The mess is the point!" He smooched her on the cheek, and she just snorted.

"Okay, you two! That's enough teasing!" Mira fussed. "Just what sort of evil plot have you been cooking up together?"

"See for yourself," Naveen teased, reaching forth to swiftly take her by the hair. It was a gentle grasp, making sure not to hurt her, but it still had her effectively under control as he guided her downwards, directing her towards his cock until she was close enough to lick it. When she went right ahead and did, with a swift, firm drag of her tingly tongue over that firm pink tip.

Mahiri got all of a moment to prepare himself before he was finding himself pounced again. This time the tigress didn't launch herself fangs first at him, but instead hit him with the equivalent of a hurricanrana. That was, an elaborate wrestling move that had her sitting upon his unprepared shoulders, face stuffed into her sex, muffling out his surprised cry. He really ought to have been ready for such a thing with how well he knew her, but she always moved so much faster than he could even deal with. Not to mention how agile she was, using her thighs to flip him around, fling him into the air and down again, exactly where he began and still trapped against her pussy. The body slam was just for show, an entirely unnecessary demonstration of power, leaving him wildly disoriented as he laid there, not certain if he was on the bed or on the ceiling at that point.

It was all dark, and smelled deliciously of hot cat, and it was only getting more intense as she mashed herself to his face. Rolling her hips back and forth, she wasn't even allowing him to get his tongue inside of her, moving too quickly and too roughly to allow him to do anything but take it. She was riding him, muffling him, smothering him in her sopping wet sex. She seemed especially juicy in those moments, and he got even more of it once he felt her lips parting, and starting to noisily overtake his muzzle in a clenching grip. Indi didn't pause nor flinch for a moment, just rumbling hard as she started to squeeze and squelch him inside, her growly pleasure resonating right through his entire skull as he got enveloped in her soaking cunt. So that was what they meant by a stretch, he found himself thinking.

There was no resisting her, and deep down he knew she was being so rough with him because she knew that was how he liked it. He loved that she didn't have to hold back with him, fragile though he might have been compared to his more experienced father. Not that he wasn't overwhelmed. He tried to paw at her, even tried to push a little to try to slow her down, but it was all useless. She'd made up her mind, and he was going inside of her, no matter how much it stretched her out, with his head already showing a visible bulge in her belly. She was looking increasingly pregnant as she sloppily worked over his shoulders, squeezing on them hard, almost dislocating them with how much pressure was coming down on his supple body, but as always she was only roughing him up, not harming him. Mostly.

The panther was much gentler with Mira, though he made up for it being far more of a tease. He wasn't smothering her or forcing her, but he was still holding her by the hair with one hand, rubbing the tip of his dripping cock along her face with the other. There were still plenty of juices clinging to it, making a good mess of her features, smearing her from cheek to cheek in a pleasantly musky sheen. His cock was plenty big, though not the sort of thing to consume someone with, at least not with ease. So when he pushed it against her muzzle, giving it a good squeeze around the tip to help it expand, it was a slow, gradual process, one that was already stretching him past normal limits before he'd even entirely overtaken her face, but he nonetheless kept going. That mysterious whatever-it-was he had consumed earlier certainly helped, leaving his cock elastic and seemingly infinitely stretchable, even once he had her entire head inside, muffling out her surprised and pleasure alike, keeping her expression frozen in a daze, outlined in his flesh.

He gave some thrusts forward, gripping her by the shoulders, then the sides, then the hips. It seemed impossible, but he was making clear, distinct progress, schlorping her away in that tightly squeezing grip, clenching down on her with contractions of pleasure, shooting pre into her face. He had a nice, plump, smooth-furred set of balls and they were sagging down with the added weight of pantheress in time. Her spots vanished into him a little at a time, and then bulged out his face. First it was her pleasured face, pushing out into one of them, and then it was a little more. Her shoulders popped within, filling out his nuts, letting them splay across the bed as she left them all off-balance, with one so much bigger than the other for a while. Her breasts pushed out at the walls around her, forming an attractive bulge, while her hips wiggled back and forth in his cockslit as it squished and gulped around her spotty ass. That took a little extra effort, but he had her by the thighs, working her inside, one generous thrust and grind at a time.

The bedroom became a scene of messy, slippery noise, to go along with the rumbles. Neither of the predatory cats said anything as they focused on the pleasure of consuming their own offspring. It was a feline thing. Indi just locked her thighs all the tighter around Mahiri's form, working over his narrow shoulders and towards his hips, which were broader. By then she'd already built up so much momentum she was unstoppable. She got off of him, rolling back and sitting, spreading her thighs broad while she used her paws to push upon his rump. That had him squishing up even faster, shoved and smothered into her womb, curling up in the intense heat while his senses remained blasted by the sweet scent of her arousal, oozing all around him like delicious nectar, sticking to his fur and bathing him down to the skin as he soaked and marinated in her warm and welcoming womb.

Things were plenty heated for Mira as well, the scents perhaps a little less subtle. It was a smack in the face of hot musk, though it was as smooth and panthery as ever, something delectable to soak in while he worked his way down her thighs. His cock was swollen and stretched out to more than twice its normal size, yet he never seemed bothered by any of it. He wasn't even gripping her anymore, just sitting back and stretching out alongside his wife, letting the clenching squeezes do the work for him, finishing her off with steady efficiency. It was only an inch each time, but he was still making progress, his body tuned to naturally consuming her, hardly even having to try. It was where she seemed to belong, back to the place she came from, so to speak, and soon as she was just a pair of wiggling toes and a tailtip to go along with the shapely, sexy outline of her plush form beneath the fur of his engorged nut. One more solid slurp, and she was vanishing, his cock pushing the rest of her down in an extended swallow that sounded so very much like a irresistibly lewd gulp.

Then it was the tigress' turn to finish off her prey, which she did so slowly and luxuriantly, contrasting her earlier aggression. She took the time to massage at Mahiri's paws, squeezing into his pads, making him twitch and shiver inside of her despite how warm he was. It wasn't quite sweltering in there, but it was certainly overwhelming, shrouding his senses in a humid cloud that left everything dulled and partly numbed. He was already growing subdued, already tiring out, slumping down to just relax as the tigress finished him off. There was no small part of him that was desperately horny to experience such a thing, getting consumed by his own mother, tucked into the same womb that once carried him, decades ago. But he couldn't do much to act on it when he was completely curled up within her rounded belly, stretching her out to the point that even for all her flexibility, she wasn't able to wrap her hands around her own swollen middle.

They were a very capable couple, their stamina entirely diminished by the decades, their abilities finely honed and deadly just in case there was ever a need. Even so, they were in need of a rest, weighed down by two whole, squirming cats. Mira was more active than Mahiri, finding slightly more room to squirm at first, until she set him off with all the writhing and made him clench. That had her sealed up all but airtight, perfectly outlined as if wrapped up in latex, before he relaxed again. He was still squeezing, pumping all around her while he stroked at his engorged shaft. It had somewhat returned to normal, wildly disproportionate with his fattened balls. They were only getting fatter, starting to distribute their lopsided weight as Mira gradually softened within. There was no hesitation on behalf of his sack, tightening up harder and harder, almost crushingly so, especially as her textured changed, becoming just a little more goopy around the edges.

Mahiri's digestive process, if it could be called that, was just as gentle, perhaps more so. It was less like melting and more just being converted. His body was simply transforming in the tigress' womb, changing into a softer, less distinct, furless form, liquefying with every contented clench of those humid depths around his body. It started at his extremities, tingling up his tail and his fingertips, making its way to his central self as he faintly squirmed. He found it difficult to move much, not only thanks to the confining grip she had on him, but also because he had little desire to even try. It was soothing in there, smooth and perfectly warm, leaving him with a deeply contented sensation. Everything was going to be just fine as long as he was caught up in that motherly hold, kept safe and close while she slowly turned him into femcum. Maybe that last bit wasn't quite so traditionally nurturing, but he was in no position to complain.

Eventually the two lovers grew closer, reaching over to one another to share in their pleased purrs and rumbles, rubbing at each other's bulges. Nav ran his fingers along Mahiri's gradually liquefying form with a gentle fondness, hardly teasing him at all but rather just adding to the tender sensations he was experiencing, helping compel him down to an even deeper state of relaxation until he was almost asleep. He hovered just between awake and unconscious, in a blissful state, his mind wandering and blanking as the pleasure rippled through his body, leaving him twitching as his muscles fully relaxed and turned off, so to speak. It wasn't like he ever resisted her as it was, but he was especially submitting to her as he sank down into the growing mess, those juices and fluids rushing all around his spots, becoming part of him as his features grew gradually less distinct with every soft squeeze of tigress womb around him.

Mira, meanwhile, wasn't finding things growing a little less placid. Things were really getting active in there, churning up to a sloshing, glorping crescendo, threatening to pull her under the surface of the rising cum. She was soaking in it, and though it wasn't visible in the darkness, she was even changing from her shadowy white. Not from any sort of staining or the like. Rather, it was from being processed down into a nut-stuffing load, turning her from a distinct bulge into more of just a smoothed-over weight in his sack. There were still plenty of details pushing out, but Indi squeezed at them firmly enough to squish them down, taking advantage of that softened texture to help the panther glorp away the pantheress, one feature at a time. It wasn't going to be long before she was just a simmering mess of hot, fresh seed, swaying around in those massively engorged nuts. Most of her was already at that point, but there was just enough of her left that she was still aware, still feeling, still breathing, even if not exactly whole.

That all changed when Nav tensed up his muscles, planted his hands behind him, and brought all the pressure together in one huge, definitive clench. It went along with a juicy noise, his balls pulling up taut and going perfectly round for the moment, eliminating all that still remained semi-solid, squishing down that gooified pantheress until she was indistinguishable from the rest of the cream. The panther was left panting, his nuts fattening out even further, making all manner of lewd noise as they wobbled and jiggled. The tigress' attention didn't help matters, as she bounced them about and deeply massaged them, putting some pressure on those overfilled balls, making a heavy stream trickle out of his cock. He wasn't going to be able to keep all that in there for long, especially when she changed her attention to his shaft, walking her fingers around his engorged inches, before giving him a taunting squeeze around the tip, using her whole fist to pleasure him, mashing down on those barbs until he was giving her a snarl. It almost sounded angry, but he certainly didn't mind, overwhelming as it was.

She would have kept toying with him, but she was starting to feel her own prey starting to succumb. Mahiri's treatment remained peaceful right to the end. A womb wasn't exactly much for clenching, instead just giving a general kneading as Indi's muscles worked around him and squeezed inwards with her own contractions of pleasure. She found herself growing even warmer, and she was already soaking but it was only getting messier the longer she savoured in the feeling. He was fading into silence and stillness while his body lost its form, and when he ceased to be anything but fluids filling up her body, she began to overflow. Her pussy was gushing, nearly squirting, coating itself with a constantly-renewing layer of pure arousal, heat radiating out of her like she was a living furnace.

Nav was sprawled there, hissing air through clenched teeth as the pressure built and built, even his own valiant willpower not enough to fully hold back the floodgates. He was near to orgasm simply for feeling all the weight in his prey-filled nuts, that former pantheress simmering deep within, heated and wildly churning even though she was already fully processed. It was like that load of cum had a mind of its own, though she was most certainly melted and assimilated by then. He needed an outlet, and there was Indi right beside him, rubbing her thighs together, digging her toes into the bed as she huffed and rolled her body up and down like a tidal wave, showing her teeth in a frozen snarl that wasn't going to go away until she found the release she needed. It took them longer than they would have cared to admit to realize the obvious course of action.

It was rare that the panther could actually take control without at least some snarling and grappling with the wild tigress. Her present state was an exception. She could allow herself to lie back, spread herself out, and simply be taken, without any of the usual clawing at him that she usually felt was necessary. Her need overwrote her pride and her ferocity. Though she was still plenty growling once he gave her what she needed, swiftly pushing that fattened cock into her swollen labia, delving deep and bottoming out so that his bloated balls were tapping against her thighs, and he was spurting his pre as thick as a cumshot right into her juice-laden womb. What followed wasn't so much fucking as it was simply unloading all their lusts, taking out those pent up passions on each other as they bashed and humped against each other's bodies, numbingly squeezing and grinding and working themselves up into a piercingly snarling storm.

Nav had done better, he knew. His thrusts were hardly the precise, pleasuring strokes he was so fond of giving. It was more of a rutting, a manic, feral pounding of that soft, striped cat below. Indi was hardly any more dignified. She wasn't passive, but she couldn't do much to impress in her current condition. Mostly, she was shaking, bouncing all about, just making her husband's task more difficult as he fucked her until they were both losing control of their bodies. There was so much pressure between the two of them, leaving them writhing together, just a mass of intertwined bodies, puffing hot breath, muscles convulsing, clinging to each other as they took the plunge to climax together. In those last moments before the final erupting of delight, they simply locked together in a kiss, mutually settling each other down, sucking on each other's tongues, mashing their lips tightly in a perfectly sealed embrace. Then they came.

It was loud, too. That was inevitable when so much mess, spurting out of the panther's cock, splattering the tigress' womb as she gushed forth with such a squirt as to almost rival that titanic cumshot. Of course, to truly equal the gallons of churned up pantheress was impossible, but she certainly made a good mess of them both, soaking Nav and herself alike from thighs to belly and beyond with Mahiri's juicy new form. He slathered over them both while Mira simply made her mother plump, filling her out until she was just as stretched and rounded as she'd been with all of the leopard inside her womb. She was sloshing and jiggling before long, a balloon of a tigress, and when she was finally full, the slumping, suddenly sleepy panther pulled from her and laid the last few thick ropes of Mira across Indira's belly in some slower, but still plenty potent spurts.

They panted together, barely holding themselves up for a while, letting the wet noises that came with even the slightest movement do the talking for them. Such a feast, such an indulgence. Two twin cats all churned up and pumped back into their mother, or simply splattered all over the bedroom. Indi looked beyond knocked up, but swollen with something like triplets after getting those nuts completely emptied inside of her. Her pussy wasn't even visible for all the cream, oozing out of her, clinging to her fur, puddling upon the sheets until the bed had absorbed the pleasing scent of their excess.

Before Naveen could flop alongside his wife and snuggle, she found some reserve of energy, halting him in place. She had him by those long white locks, tugging him, directing him instead downwards until his face was pressed right up against her belly. He didn't bother to resist her. Kissing her on that cum-gut, he worked his tongue across her fur in some slightly scratchy strokes, slurping up the mess he'd made, drinking down some of Mira, or what used to be her before she got clenched to cream by his own nuts. Indi wasn't satisfied just to have him licking at her middle though, pushing at the top of his head until she could get her thighs up over his shoulders. It took some extra effort, given just how weighed down she was, but she soon got herself in place, two hands on the back of his head, keeping him planted and plastered in her cum-splattered sex, leaving him to gulp and slather his way out of the musky immersion.

He was swimming in it, getting his muzzle covered in the cream while he ate her out, swallowing as much as he could. It wasn't like he could complain that it was too much, even when he started feeling full, given the size of her. Even so, he was getting stuffed with it, guzzling it down right from that hot creampie, squeezed so tightly between the tigress' thighs he was trapped in place. He couldn't even breathe right for a while, smothered and slightly drowning as he was, but with enough steady effort he'd cleaned her up enough to come gasping above the surface. His belly was gurgling, and so was hers, but he didn't slow in his tidying of her fur. There was no real cleaning it, but he did a pretty fine job, dragging thoroughly over every single detail until she was at least resembling pristine. Her fur was still matted and wet, but she wasn't buried in cum anymore, at least. She finally relented in her visegrip when she was satisfied, letting him rise and ascend towards her once again.

For a brief time, she wondered why he wasn't licking his lips, instead keeping them sealed tight as he approached. She was far too fulfilled and pleased with how she felt to do anything about it when she realized what the mischievous cat was up to. That let him lock her in a tight kiss, planting his lips upon hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth. With it came a hefty helping of his cum, snowballed from her pussy and pushed past her lips, letting her taste it while they made out around the mess. It squished and squirted out along their cheeks, leaving streaks upon their fur, adding that much more musky marking to their coats. It was a small thing overall, but they still took the time to savour it, sloshing that mouthful of cream around, passing it back and forth slowly as they made out, until she finally gulped it down and they broke from their intense smooch.

Nav laid his head alongside his wife's, catching his breath slowly before finally letting out an extended sigh that went along with him stretching out his legs and splaying his toes.

"Mm. That was certainly a treat. Aged to perfection, you might say."

Indi rolled her eyes. "Or you might not."

Her disapproval did nothing to phase his contentment. "I hope they're not too upset with us. You think they'll put up a fuss?" he softly said, chuckling between heavy inhalations.

"I think not." Indi faintly shrugged where she lay sprawled. "I suspect they've been wanting something along those lines for a while now."

"How did we end up with a pair of such kinky offspring?"

She just gave him a look.

"Ah, of course," he said, grinning broadly. "Hey, speaking of."

"I know what you're thinking. Zari is working." She had her eyes half-closed by then, looking very ready for a nap.

"When has that ever stopped her?"

"Rest, dear. We can continue being shameless predators in the morning."

"Oh, very well." He leaned over to give her another kiss, this one a much less intense makeout session and more of just a fond peck on the lips. "Happy anniversary, Indi. Sorry about the mess."

"I would say it was worth it. Happy anniversary to you, spots."

She gave him a fond rumble, that not-quite-purr he was so fond of, and vibrating like that, she made the perfect, cushy pillow to snuggle up with as they drifted into slumber together. They were going to need a good shower, as well as a new sets of sheets and possibly a mattress, depending on how much damage their errant claws had done, but they had no regrets. A few sizable fees in the morning and they could get the twins' reactions, no doubt positive. And it was going to be such fun to tease them about their temporary fates, shoved back inside, back to where they began, processed and recycled, in a manner of speaking, by their own parents. Age and decades past had done nothing to slow the appetites of the tigress and the panther. If anything they were only getting kinkier each year together. There were still so many ideas, so many pleasures left unexplored, and they saw no reason why they ought to hold anything back if they enjoyed it. It wasn't like anyone would dare stop them.