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"Do you think the ribbon is a bit much?"

Mahiri stood in front of the mirror, flexibly looking back over his own shoulder as he slowly twitched his raised tail. He might have been male, but between the outfit and those hips, he couldn't have looked less so at that moment. The indulgent choice of clothing for the night involved a short black skirt with a red ribbon tied at the back, right around the base of his tail. That matched the lacy top he wore, mostly black but with splashes of dark red that matched his striking hair tone. Between the thigh-high heeled boots and the long, leather gloves he wore, he had a distinctly darker, more aggressive kind of look to his outfit than his cervine companion, as they stood together in the women's bathroom making a few last-minute adjustments to their hair and makeup before reemerging into the crowded club. Deep bass pumped through the nearby door, resonating through the walls, rumbling the floor beneath their paws and hooves.

Cherno shook his head. "Not at all! Really ties the outfit together. So to speak."

The deer had a more muted colour palette, both to his fur and to his outfit, favouring a lighter, softer set of pale blues and whites. A set of striped stockings and matching arm warmers complimented a loose white skirt that went well with his girly hips. Both of them were blessed with a positively feminine body shape, though the buck was more slender than the leopard, his laced white crop top pulling tight to his lean chest. That was certainly a hint, but he countered it by leaving his antlers at home. They fell out every year of course, and that made it the perfect time to put on their cutest outfits and head out together. It wasn't like they were actively trying to trick anyone. It just felt good to go out there as girls, and have everyone look and admire them as such. And if their choice of outfit naturally meant some hot studs wanted a piece of them, well that was just a little bonus fun for their evening.

"Okay. I think I'm ready," Mahiri said, before pausing and reaching up to push his hair slightly over his face. Not enough to conceal his vision, but just enough to shroud his features a little and give him that air of mystery. Then he looked back to the deer as Cherno finished fixing up that blue lipstick he wore. The leopard couldn't help but smirk to himself at one thought. The colour totally matched the deer's dick. "You look great, by the way! So soft!"

Cherno made a little kissy motion at the mirror and then smiled to the cat. "Thanks! You look like a succubus. And I mean that in the best way."

"Haha, I hope it's not too goth. I had a phase. I mean, still do, but ..."

Cherno politely cut him off as the music faded into a new track beyond the bathroom door.

"Hey! Sorry, but, I know this song! We should probably get out there if we're going to do this!"

Mahiri looked to the door, to the mirror, to the deer, and everything in between in that shiny, well-kept bathroom, and finally he just nodded. He put a little swish in his step without even thinking of it, and the buck did too, naturally moving like a sultry doe just to be wearing clothes like that. In they went, temporarily blinded when they emerged into the strobes, surrounded by at least a hundred bodies as the beat began to build. The music was hot, deep, a slow-building tempo of seductive bass that grew to a crashing crescendo, keeping a steady, flowing rhythm all throughout. Neither of them really knew much about dancing, in truth, but they weren't going to let that stop them from trying. Together they swayed and shook, using those girly hips to full effect, giving little glimpses of the panties they wore beneath as they bounced those ample booties in the middle of the crowd.

As the beat blasted deafening drumbeats through the club, people just seemed to naturally move closer to the two of them, until they were surrounded by writhing bodies, finding the occasional grind coming their way. They gave a few right back, leaning up against some of the more sturdy figures in the crowd, bouncing off their muscle, working up a bit of a sweat in the process. They were hardly thinking about how they looked, even closing their eyes at times, letting the music flow through them and guide their motions as if they were slowly being possessed by the infectious rhythm. Whether they were actually dancing well didn't really matter, so much as the joining of all those bodies in that intense, sensual experience, blending into the crowd as they moved in the most feminine ways they knew how. Cherno was surprised just how naturally it came, and one look at the cat revealed a lost, almost hypnotized expression. The music was good enough, but it was more than that. It felt so right to show off in public like that, becoming the cute girls they so strongly resembled even in their most boyish of clothes, seizing hold of that identity for a while, even if it was little more than putting on an outfit for a night.

When the song fell to temporary silence, soon replaced by a slow, soothing beat that didn't warrant the same intensity, they had time to catch their breath. Some people remained on the dance floor, while others took the moment to step off for a drink or whatever else. Cherno spotted a few couples slinking off together, pressed closely together, and while he hadn't been keeping track, something told him they hadn't actually entered the club together. The place, and its owner, were known to be pretty free-spirited, permitting all sorts of things. A little public indecency was hardly the half of it. He had to be a little disappointed that they weren't immediately successful in attracting attention. It wasn't like he wanted to be groped or anything, but dressed like that brought out the urge to be approached, to be admired, to be wanted, even from afar. He turned to the leopard to see if he had any suggestions, and ended up startled when he instead found himself regarding an absolute wall of a person.

Just how that gigantic bear had snuck up on him without even tipping him off to his presence, Cherno had no idea. That was certainly a failure on behalf of his instincts. Even the most untuned prey senses should have been going wild on the approach of such a titan. The huge, dark-furred fellow looked down at him and the leopard alike with a pair of intimidating eyes like molten gold, though he wore a little smile that was oddly comforting. Being completely topless just made sense, given his heft. They probably didn't even make shirts in his size. Though aside from the truly impressive padding of thick, firm fat upon his belly, there was also an imposing, even impossible amount of muscle to him. One of his heavily toned arms was near the size of the entire deer, and Cherno couldn't help but think it probably weighed about as much as well. To stand in his presence was to feel as if the world itself were bending beneath his weight, leaving him leaning a little closer, attracted by his gravitational pull. Or maybe that was just his warmth and magnetism, enhanced by an enticingly masculine scent slightly tinged with cinnamon.

"Evening," he said, his voice like a rumbling beneath the planet itself. "I'll just be forward. Would you ladies be interested in joining my friend and I up in the VIP area? We have a whole section to ourselves up there."

It took much longer than natural for either of the boys to respond, as they exchanged an uncertain glance, cleared their throats softly, getting a little flustered. They absolutely had the look down, but unless they were going to speak in some sort of ridiculous falsetto, a few words were absolutely going to give them away. Not that it was a secret or a trick. It was just fun to see how long they could get away with it. Finally, the leopard cut in, leaving the deer almost startled by how abruptly he spoke, using his regular, rumbly voice. He wasn't hiding anything.

"And what might a big guy like you need us up there for?" he teased, giving a flirty grin which the bear returned.

"Oh, it's quite simple. We've been on the lookout for the prettiest girls here tonight. And I can honestly say that's you two." He punctuated that with a soft, warm growl. It hardly sounded aggressive, but it was certain a powerful, resonant sound.

The two skirt-clad males exchanged a look, though they could hardly pull their eyes from that goliath of bear for long. He held out a hand to them as if to shake, except that a single one of those massive mitts was big enough to wrap around one of their heads entirely. Mahiri gingerly reached forward, barely getting his grip around just one of the bear's fingers. Cherno followed suit, taking another finger, his eyes wide as he gazed up at the golden-eyed bear. He had never felt so small. There was no doubt in his mind that the hulking ursine could have stomped him flat, or simply snatched him up and snapped him in two at the slightest whim. Yet for all his bulk and padding, the bear seemed tranquil, relaxed, projecting an air of laid-back indulgence that they could feel rubbing off on them, eliminating their worries by proximity alone. He hadn't even been in his presence for long, and yet he had this tremendous urge to just lean up against his belly and snuggle close to all that bear fat and muscle.

"Benedict, by the way. Or Benny, or Ben. Shorten it however you like!" He closed his grip around their entire hands, from fingers to wrists, even grasping their forearms before he softly tugged them along. They followed along as if on leashes, pacing quickly to keep up with his long, deliberate strides. He might have been going slowly, but he covered a lot of ground in a single step, his bare paws thudding down each time, making the whole club seem like it was trembling. A few nearby lights definitely flickered as he went by. "How about you two cuties? Are you named anything?"

They softly introduced themselves, Cherno finally speaking up, and the bear nodded.

"I was right. Pretty names for pretty girls. This way, please."

The buck couldn't help but glance around to see if anyone else was watching. Maybe he wanted to see some jealous looks on the faces of other guys. Or something. He really wasn't sure, and his confident swishing had become something more like a nervous trot as he followed the bear up a broad flight of stairs. There was more than enough room for three people to make their way up or down at once, but the bear took up the whole thing, leaving people turning right back around when they saw him coming, making way for him. The two skirt-wearers followed along behind him, barely coming up to his thigh while just one step down. They hadn't even gone far from the dance floor, but already the music seemed quieter, more distant as they moved into that semi-private area to meet whoever Benny's friend might have been. They probably shouldn't have been surprised to see another bear, nor did they expect anything less than another mountain of strength and plumpness to properly match him.

Maybe he wasn't quite as huge, but the reclining polar bear was still a gigantic, thick, fat yet obscenely muscular figure to gaze upon. He gave them a look-over with a pair of icy blue eyes, and then puffed some sort of smoke in their direction, blown from what looked like an old pipe or hookah. An arctic scent caught their noses, one that cut through the warmth of Benedict's presence, almost making them shiver for a moment. Then he rose, stretching his arms out, causally showing off a set of truly powerful muscles that were honed to perfection. Overall, he wasn't quite as big as Benedict, and not quite as fat either, but he made up for it with all that polar bear muscle. Though he did seem particularly chubby around the chest, a tight-fitting sleeveless top hiding very little in terms of detail, some sort of black binding slightly visible beneath the fabric as he rose. His voice too, was softer and higher than his appearance suggested, but still much lower than either of theirs.

"Ladies," he said with a calm smile. Another puff of icy smoke or whatever it was came from his nostrils.

"This is ... Cherno and Mahiri, was it? They'll be joining us tonight."

"Such pretty names to go with the rest of them. I certainly approve."

"That's what I said!"

The polar bear put has hand to his chest and nodded his head.

"Call me, mm, Loch," he told them, as if he had to think about it for a moment. Then held out his hands towards them. "Let's get a better look at you."

They hadn't said much, but they let their bodies do the talking for them. Mahiri was the first to step forth, and in a flash, he was airborne. It was so quick it made the deer jump, his brain turning on the danger sense for just a moment. But the leopard wasn't being mauled, instead merely swept up into the polar bear's grasp, held up against his chest and belly while those hefty hands felt him up. Loch spared no detail, groping over every single detail of that skirt and stocking-clad cat. He ran his fingers through Mahiri's hair, stroked his claws along his scalp, and squeezed along his shoulders. The leopard liked to think he kept himself in relatively good shape, but he couldn't help but feel like a tiny little twink next to the mighty bear, feeling all that strength even in his fingers alone. He was acutely aware of how easily he could have been crushed, but Loch's stroking, groping touch just got him purring, especially when the bear slipped lower, running those thick hands to his hips, taking a good, generous squeeze of his ample butt. By then, he was really squirming.

Benedict made sure Cherno wasn't left out, and commandingly at that. The deer's tentative nature left him frozen to the spot for just a few moments. He would have joined in shortly, but the big bear was faster. The buck felt like he was weightless, flying into the air like a cloud, but it was only for that pair of big bear paws wrapped around his hips. Benny wasted no time feeling up the buck's booty right through the skirt, and even if he was being relatively gentle for his strength, there was still enough pressure to make Cherno bleat. It was that silly deerish sound he couldn't help but making when something really got to him, and his cheeks got all hot. It didn't help that he caught the leopard giggling nearby as the polar bear worked him over. But mostly Mahiri was purring, and Cherno got to feel it for himself as Benny walked him over, letting his hooves dangle down before shoving him right up against the other bear. Deer and cat ended up compacted between those two hulking figures, mashed together as that overwhelming bear hug kept them trapped, leaving them at the mercy of all their various gropes and squeezes.

While the polar bear spoke, he ran his fingers right up the cat's skirt, teasing his claws along the bare inside of the cat's thigh, eventually making his way up to that lacy back pair of panties he'd chosen for the night. They might have done an excellent job of hugging around the girly curve of his ass, but they definitely couldn't conceal the bulge he sported beneath the skirt. Especially not after all that attention, his sheath starting to fill out before he was even touched. Some part of him still worried a little about how the bears would react when they realized, as if the flat chest wasn't already enough of a giveaway. But when Loch got his palm pressed up against the cat's firming cock, he didn't even act surprised. Instead, he simply rubbed at it, getting the leopard yowling as he firmed right up for Loch.

"Such pretty girls you found," he pointedly said, and put his free hand on the back of the kitty's head, pushing him into his chest.

That was when it clicked for Mahiri. Loch wasn't just a bit chest-heavy, but pressed up close like that, he could feel the softness, the slight jiggle kept in place by a tight binding beneath his top. He certainly wasn't going to ask questions. The bears were the boys for the night, and he and Cherno were the girls. Benny already had his hand under the buck's skirt, rubbing a single finger up and down against that hard blue dick clad in those girly panties. A little pink heart over the front made for the perfect target to rub at the deer's shaft, toying and carefully touching as if it were as sensitive as a clit. He didn't stroke Cherno off, but simply played with him while pressing up against him, keeping him trapped against Mahiri and Loch just as much as he was the big brown bear.

"The prettiest ones here. They were even so kind as to dress up for us," he said. "Of course, I'm sure they're lovely even without all the prep."

"I look forward to ruining all their hard work." Loch gave a little wink at Cherno, then leaned in closer to his face, speaking almost in a whisper. "I love your cute blue tongue. We match."

He extended his own, showing off a shade of deep blue like the ocean, darker than his eyes, before pulling it back in to speak in a lower, sharper tone.

"I want that tongue on my cock."

There was such precision, such strength to each one of those words, that Cherno almost found himself moaning. Instead, he parted his lips, and gave a little gasp. That was response enough for Loch, and he leaned in close to the deer, meeting his eyes for a moment before engulfing him in a kiss. That had blue tongue rubbing against blue tongue, and the deer sucking down that warm, sweet-tasting breath. It sort of seemed like he'd been eating cookies lately, and his whole hot presence had a gentle, bakery sort of scent. Cherno sucked down that big blue bear tongue, even swallowing some of it, his eyes snapping shut so he could focus on the taste and the sensation of getting nearly facefucked by the great polar bear. He hardly even noticed the transition, finding himself solely in Loch's arms before long, handed off and exchanging for the leopard. The bears passed them around like footballs, and the size difference only made the comparison more apt.

That meant Benedict had the leopard, and he really wasted no time before showing Mahiri exactly what he wanted. It wasn't even that warm in there, but already the big bear was wearing a sheen of sweet that came accompanied by a potent, sense-stuffing scent that had the spotted cat's eyes watering a touch. Not that it was in any way unpleasant. It was a rich, distinctly ursine musk that he couldn't resist sucking out of the air in deep, long sniffs, his body naturally pressing closer and closer to the sweaty source as those bearish pheromones invaded his mind. He wanted more, and he was going to get it. Benny pressed a hand to the back of his head, smishing him against his chest, letting the cat's makeup run as Mahiri got his face soaked in that potent perspiration all the way down, gliding along all that wet fur as he got himself shoved down against the bear's belly, and then lower still. Soon he had his nose right up against a hot bulge, and he nuzzled close with another lingering huff, drinking in the scent that made him positively tingle to breathe.

Loch wasn't faring any colder. At least it made more sense for a polar bear like him to be so easily overheated. When he pulled back from that sloppy kiss he left streams of spit running down Cherno's muzzle before that blue tongue swept over his face, just making more of a mess of him. Some of his hair was sticking to his features, already mussed and messy after he'd spent so much time on it, and he was only going to get more dishevelled as he got more immersed in Loch's growing musk. The polar bear pushed him right beneath a lifted arm, letting him get that deepest dose of that strong, yet silky-smooth scent he had about him. There was something very slightly feminine about it, something soft and comforting to mix in with the purely male aroma hitting the deer right in the sweet spot of his senses. Cherno gave an extended lick right beneath the polar's lifted arm, getting enough of a mouthful of sweat he swallowed it down in one big gulp. The taste lingered for a while, renewed with each slurp as he slowly worked his way down the bear's massive body, sinking into the nearby booth as Loch loomed above, taking in all the attention for a while before joining him, sitting right beside him and pulling him in over his lap.

One huge hand ran up and down the deer's back, toying with the straps of his top, while the other set to unzipping his own bottoms, letting that thick shaft spring free in a moment. The colour matched the polar bear's tongue, and came pretty close to Cherno's too. It was like he was meant to lick it. And he didn't just carelessly slurp it, either. He felt it throbbing beneath his attention as he leaned in close, swiping every so slowly over its every inch, top to bottom, left and right, making sure he caught every single detail as he lustfully worshipped that azure pole. He delicately reached down for the bears nuts, finding them so heavy it actually took some effort just to lift them, letting them roll over his palms while he gently squeezed and massaged, admiring those musky grapefruits while he licked the delicious fluids from the flexing slit atop that fat bear dick.

Mahiri wasn't nearly so precise about it. He hardly had a choice. No sooner had Benedict pulled out that broad, uncut cock, and he was rubbing it all over Mahiri's face, baptizing him in bear musk, smearing that sweaty scent all over the kitty's well-kept features. Streams of black were running from the cat's eyes and lips, and he was even more of a mess after getting doused in that strong-smelling mask. He was already a muskslut at the best of times, and there was something so rich, so pure about the bear's masculine scent that he was shamelessly drooling before he even got his lips around Benny's dick. And when he did, he was moaning, the taste alone like the perfect drug, pumping pleasure into his mind while he sucked the flavour from that shaft. The bear could have broken him easily, and Mahiri appreciated the restraint as he felt those thick fingers curling into his crimson locks, but Benny wasn't going to just stand there. He got the cat corned, pressed up against a wall, not even on his knees so much as slightly crouching, and took a firm grasp of his skull while he started to fuck that pretty kitty muzzle. Slowly, at first, but gaining a little speed and force each time.

Cherno might not have been pinned against the wall, but he was hardly getting it any gentler. No sooner had he wrapped his lips around that sapphire shaft, and he was feeling Loch's paw pressed firm to the back of his head, easing him down harder, deeper, until he was gulping that dick straight into his bulging gullet. It was almost too wide to even swallow, but he did the best he could, stretching as he gulped, drinking down a juicy dose of bear pre straight from the flexing source. He was guzzling it before long, suck it down in deep, lingering suckles, closing his eyes as he swam in the heated musk clouding his every thought. Little things faded from his consciousness until he no longer knew what time of night it was, nor could he much hear the pumping music coming from just down the stairs. His focus was entirely on sucking the succulent taste right from that plump polar bear dick, filling up his trim belly with concentrated musk and potently thick pre while the excess trickled from his lips. The marks of lipstick on the bear's cock hardly showed, given the colour nearly matched.

The steady bounce of Loch's hips ensured the deer was giving just as thorough a deepthroating as Mahiri was giving Benedict. The polar bear kept that heavy mitt right on the back of Cherno's head while he fucked his face from beneath, eventually getting the bucks' nose tapping against one of his balls, giving a few thick grunts and growls as he got more worked up. Bears might not have been fast to start moving, but they could build such thunderous, world-shaking momentum, until Cherno swore he could feel the whole club rattling along with every single thrust against his face. The steady plap and thud of bear nuts against his face was louder in his ears than the beats churning through the many speakers, and only growing slicker as he sucked and worshipped every single inch of that throat-stretching spire, listening to the juices flowing down his throat and gushing out from his lips on impact while Loch made use of his pretty muzzle. It wasn't exactly easy to serve and suck and use his tongue for further stimulation when he was getting slammed like that, but he did his best to slurp and savour every single stroke of soaking bear dick as Loch plunged it between his lips again and again.

The shaking of the club was no illusion, and Benedict was largely to blame. He had one of those massive hands planted against the wall, the other pressed firm to Mahiri's skull while he fucked that cat. The leopard was taking it all, right down to the base, his eyes shut tight while mascara tears streaked his cheeks black, though it was hardly for any sort of discomfort. It should have been. A fat dick like that wasn't meant to be pumping in and out of his poor throat as if it was any other fuckable hole. But he was holding his breath, gargling, swallowing, taking it all with hardly a choke or gag, his palms planted on the bear's thighs, his fingers curled into Ben's thick fur his ears flat atop his head while he drank every drop shot down his throat. A few more thrusts, and a solid thud came accompanied by a solid, bearish grunt, one that left the kitty with his face mashed right up against that fat gut while Benny's dick twitched between his lips.

They were nearly in sync, those two bears, bottoming out within their choice of girly-boys within seconds of each other. In a moment, the little private area was flooded with the sound of snarling ursines, some truly terrifying noises filling the ears of those little skirt-wearers like they were about to get savagely assaulted. But the only attack was on their overworked throats, those bears slamming forth and burying themselves to the balls in cute, makeup-smeared faces, leaving Cherno and Mahiri alike to chug down what felt like gallons of bear cum all at once. There was simply not fitting it all, ensuring those twin cumshots were splattering, pouring out of their mouths to soak over their forms. Mahiri got the most of it, left with a hot river running down his chest, pouring all over his outfit, making it stick to his fur as it grew sopping wet and ruined. He was probably never going to get that scent out, but he didn't mind one bit. Nor was Cherno complaining about his own gradually expanding belly, putting a little roundness on his trim middle as he filled to bloated on fresh polar bear cream, until it was sloshing around inside him with every little movement.

Only then were they finally allowed to breathe again, and that didn't come without some effort. Mahiri coughed as bear cum ran from his open mouth, that cock plopping from his lower lip, dangling a thick strand of seed as he choked up what he couldn't fit in his belly. Benedict offered him a hand, wrapping it around his entire forearm to slowly help him to his feet, letting him lean against that thick gut for support while the cat caught his breath. Loch simply assisted Cherno in rising and sitting beside him, rubbing at that cream-stretched gut while the buck hiccuped. That had him getting some cum in his mouth, drooling a bit of that, and before he gulped it down Loch simply pressed a finger to his lips as if to shush him.

"Hold onto that. Don't swallow."

His voice was gentle enough, but spoken with just enough authority that Cherno made sure to do what he was told. That necessitated him taking on a squirrel-like appearance, filling his cheeks as all that jizz sloshed along over his tongue. Mahiri couldn't swallow it all either, leaving plenty trickling from his jaws, and Benedict leaned close to whisper a spicy suggestion in his ear.

"Why don't you give your cute a friend a kiss?"

Mahiri knew what to do. He felt pretty silly, just holding it all in like that, and it wasn't exactly easy to breathe. Cherno saw him coming, and slowly rose from the seat with Loch's urging, finding himself shoved towards the cat as the two soaked femboys met in an unsteady embrace. The leopard led the way in meeting the buck's lips, smooching deeply with a sloppy gasp. They certainly weren't able to get it all in each other's mouths, instead just splattering over each other's faces, painting one another from muzzle to cheeks to foreheads in a thorough facemask of spit and cum. Then they were making out, rubbing tongues upon one another. Cherno always forgot just how tingly Mahiri's was to rub against, letting the big cat take over the soaking wet kiss as he shoved his slurper forth, making the deer suck on it while they exchanged the musky mess from one mouth to another before starting to gulp it all down.

By then even they were sweating. It was impossible to avoid overheating while in the presence of those enormous radiators of sweltering musk. The cloud of heat grew even thicker as the oversized pair casually disrobed, revealing the full extent of their truly ridiculous heft. They were plenty fat, yet so very bulky, their extensive muscle offering a valid explanation as to why they were even able to move after getting so plump. Maybe they'd grown so strong just by hauling themselves around. Their arms were thicker than Mahiri's entire torso, their biceps about the size of Cherno's whole head, perhaps more. Loch nonchalantly revealed a pair of tightly-bound breasts as he stripped away his top, eventually removing that garment as well to let his chest go bare. That was an impressive set, a whole lot bigger once unbound, and they fit with his wider hips and softer voice, but they didn't even consider questioning him. Whether it was a permanent thing, or he simply felt like a guy that night, those two skirt-wearing boys were more than happy to call him whatever he wanted. Especially when they got to be called girls in return.

The bears moved in on the smooching pair, groping here and there, giving a few squeezes while buck and cat moaned into each other's mouths. They swapped with each other, getting up behind their chosen skirt, lifting it up so they could tug at the panties beneath. Mahiri felt Loch's claws digging into those lacy undergarments, though the bear took surprising care not to actually rip them off. Instead, he simply tugged them to the side a little, exposing the tight ring beneath the leopard's tail as he fondled the cat's thick rear. Cherno was under Benedict's care, the big bear reaching right up the deer's skirt to squeeze at his hips so hard he was lifting him right off his hooves. Then he was yanking those pretty panties right down to the buck's thighs, leaving him exposed, throbbing there beneath his tented skirt, the powerful musk clouding his senses only keeping him pulsing and drooling from his tip.

They didn't stop smooching each other, even as the bears bent them over. They held each other's hands, bracing against one another while their lips remained locked, their tongues playing through each other's mouths to swipe up every last mouthful of cum and taste remaining. A bit of saliva ran out from their lips, their lipstick hopelessly ruined as they mashed against the other's face, feeling the bears toying with them from behind. Benedict yanked that skirt of Cherno's right up, turning it inside out to fully exposed that fine buck butt, plapping his cock right between the pert cheeks to start grinding. Loch was a little more precise, hardly bothering with the rubbing, and simply shoving his thick blue dick right up against Mahiri's rim, using that thorough spit-shine and clinging cum as lube to stuff the leopard full, penetrating him between the spots with a harsh thrust forth. Cherno was soon swallowing the kitty's yowls as Mahiri launched into all sorts of muffled cat noises, his vibrating rumbles resonating right into the deer's mouth.

Cherno didn't have to wait for long before he was getting a big bear dick stuffed inside him too, feeling Benny's hands take him by the hips, keeping him supported so he didn't tumble over as he got fucked right off the floor. His hooves helplessly dangled there as he got slowly rutted, the grip hardly necessitating when he had a rock-hard bear cock buried inside of him. There might not have been much speed to those lusty motions, but there was firm, commanding force, leaving him trembling as he got fucked right there in the middle of the club. Maybe there weren't as many eyes up there, but they were still in public, and the occasional clinking of a passing tray along with faded footsteps told him they weren't alone. There were definitely others seeing what was happening, but nobody made so much as a comment on it. They certainly weren't going to stop them, though whether that was for the lack of rules, or there simply being nobody who would dare tell the bears no, he hardly knew or cared.

His belly was bulging before Benny was even half inside, stretching that hole to comfortably gaping, making him bleat again while he finally slipped free of that snowballing kiss with Mahiri. Not that the bears were separating the two. Instead, they just ended up mashed together, lifted up and squeezed between those sweat-coated bellies as they jiggled with the impact of their humping. Loch buried himself beneath the leopard's tail, shoving him up into the air, leaving the cat's cock grinding up against the deer's belly while Cherno had no choice but to rub right back while the bear fucked him until his eyes rolled back. Maybe he could still see a little, but he simply wasn't bothering to process any of that information. All those other feelings driving him towards orgasm were more than enough to keep his focus.

It didn't take long before the boys were getting rutted beyond their senses, left with those silly looks on their faces that came with so much pleasure being pumped into them with every solid grind against their boy buttons. As much as it might have looked like those bears were simply brutalizing them, smacking fat balls against their butts while they squished them into all that squishy fat, they knew just how to pleasure a pair of horny girls like that. Maybe it was just by virtue of how thick their dicks were, but every single thrust put the maximum amount of pressure on their prostates, lingering on those little buzzers before delving deeper, stretching them out as they ruined those tight holes. Every ball-slapping thump inside had the bulges in their belly clearly visible, even rubbing against the dick of whoever they weren't fucking as they kept their creamed toys close together, stopping just short of crushing them.

"Tighter than most girls, aren't they?" Benny teased, speaking as if their little fucktoys weren't even there.

"Mmmngh. We'll change that."

It was getting harder to breathe, and they weren't even exactly sure why. The heat, the stifling musk, or maybe just the pressure of getting squished between two strong bears while they fucked them to oblivion and back, it was all coming together to leave them light-headed while they clung to each other. Holding on tight was the only thing they had left, interlocking fingers and seeming to be competing to make the most noise. Cherno explored the full range of his voice, from shouting to moaning to whimpering, to that weirder territory of deer sounds, giving a nice sharp bleat right in Mahiri's face. The cat was a little more aggressive about it, just adding to the deer's excitement while he got those toothy snarls projected right into his face. That impressive noise didn't last for long though, the leopard soon slipping down into bitchy yowls and then just tiny mewls. He was breathless, broken, and squirting pre all over that nice outfit Cherno had so carefully put together. Not that he was contributing much to the overall ruination of their clothing, the sweat pouring down upon them like a monsoon doing a much better job of soaking through all that fabric, leaving the cloth all but translucent with how wet those girly boys were, trapped there in the sandwich of horny bears. And they were just going to get wetter.

The pace became seemingly reckless, those steady thrusts growing faster, harder, leaving the spank of balls against cushy backsides a steady drumbeat that mixed with the pulsing beats below. Cherno hadn't noticed the music for a while, all the noise blending together in the haze, but it was clear to him all of a sudden. A chaotic flurry of electronic noise like an malfunctioning system flooded his ears, and the banging percussion was in perfect time with the harsh fuck Benny was giving him. It was less like the bear was following the beat, so much as the beat was following him, shaking the deer, the floor, the entire club with that body-slamming bash of dick in and out of tight buck booty. Cherno could have sworn he was going to break, but instead he just felt himself ascending to a voice-claiming climax that left him breathless, barely able to gurgle in his throat, drooling and blankly staring at the many lights on the ceiling while he rushed into a powerful gush. His balls were tight, his insides were clamping down on all that bear dick, and every single muscle was out of his control, leaving him silently trembling as he came his brains out impaled there on Ben's cock, only spurred on by the encouragement playfully snarled from above.

"That's it. Squirt all over that pussy for me."

Cumming in that position meant he was painting the leopard down with his thick torrent, but Mahiri made up for that by just marking him right back. They were painting each other as they shook and twitched, getting an initial splat of cum beneath their tails before the bears collectively pulled out and laid them out beneath their feet. A squelching thump left them collapsed there in the puddle of their own cream, and for as much as a mess as they were already, they got a whole lot messier. The bears were cumming on them, which felt like they were being hit with fire hoses. Those massive splatters sent flecks of hot jizz soaring out for several feet, pasting them to the floor, leaving them vanishing beneath the torrent as they were painted completely white. But for the details of their silhouettes, deer and leopard looked the same, pinned down to the floor by a steaming hot blanket of musk-bearing cream, milked out of those fat cocks as the bears both stroked themselves through their extended climaxes. The grunts and growls they let out were muffled, sounding as if underwater to those two cum-clad boys, their outfits sodden to the point of seemingly disintegrating right there on their bodies. Such delicate clothes weren't designed for this.

It took some time for them to even recover. Cherno and Mahiri looked nearly lifeless in the puddle, slowly rising and wiping at their faces, not making much progress. It was impressive just how thorough that coating had been, hardly leaving a single spot upon their bodies visible until they'd squirmed enough. Mahiri coughed some, and Cherno licked his chops, clearing himself some space to breathe better. That involved getting even more of that taste in his mouth, his palette all but dulled by then. But he still had plenty of flavour flowing through his brain, and that musk somehow never got any less potent. Sweat was still pouring on him from the bears above, washing off some of that mess but only adding to the warmth. The deer managed to get to his hands and knees, but the leopard was still sprawled out on his belly, vaguely purring or whatever that gurgly, rumbly sound was coming from his throat. His tail was lifted, dripping long strings of jizz, and that meant he was a prime target for further pleasuring. Loch certainly noticed, and before Cherno could even properly recover from that white-washing, there was a polar bear foot planted right on the back of his head, guiding him down between the cat's spotted cheeks, those pretty rosettes finally visible once some of the cum had rolled down his hips and thighs.

"Give her a little cleaning up, Cherno. Be a good girl and share that sexy tongue of yours.."

Though he could barely feel his own tongue at that point, Cherno went ahead and obeyed without hesitation. It wasn't the first time he'd rimmed the leopard, but they usually weren't covered in bear cum when he did it. That meant with every slurp he was getting another mouthful, eating that spotty ass and the polar bear jizz still sloshing around inside of him. He didn't hesitate to swallow it down, leaving the cat writhing beneath him while he took a firm hold of the dazed kitty's hips and kept him right in place for that licking. Soon he was digging deep, tongue-fucking the cat until he mewled for him. It wasn't like he had much choice, all smothered up tight between those soft cheeks, Loch's foot still firmly on his head, keeping him stuck until he'd satisfied the big bear's whims. Only after slurping the cat's butt numb did the polar relent, leaving Mahiri happily murmuring while he slowly turned himself over, casting the deer a grateful look with those gleaming eyes.

They didn't even get a chance to get back on their feet. The bears were upon them in moments, all but pouncing. Thankfully, they didn't throw themselves on the fallen pair, lowering themselves onto them instead. Cherno felt a pair of hands around his ankles, dragging him away from the cat. Loch had a hold of him, and he turned him over to just loom above him for a while. The size of that damn bear was impressive enough when he was standing next to all that white-furred heft, but looking up from the floor, he might as well have been looking at a giant, or a god. Loch looked more like a statue, like something built to tower over the city. He felt like he could have just slipped through the cracks in the floor beneath him, an insect before the might of the bear, knowing that all Loch needed to do was put a single foot down and he'd be crushed in an instant. But instead, Cherno just laid there watching, panting, drooling, and yet shivering a little despite all the sweat dripping off of him as the polar bear came smoothly down atop his face. His vision was blurred, but it soon grew completely dark, blotted out by the eclipse of plump white balls plopping firmly over his sopping countenance, overtaking his every sense in a single musky thump.

Mahiri wasn't getting treated any more gently. Benny had him by the hair, lifting him up, pushing him back against the wall. Despite the sensation of solid concrete behind him, the cat would have bet on the whole structure collapsing long before the bear ever gave way. He was pinned, smothered up against that big fat belly of Ben's, made to simply vanishing in the thick fur while the sweat rained down over the kitty's face. Mahiri was drinking it down given the lack of alternative, getting only further immersed in the bear's thought-melting musk. For every huff, for every slightly spicy faceful of concentrated bear Mahiri drank into his senses, it remained purely sweet, entirely pleasant with every broken breath. Benedict might have been a big fat sweat-soaked bear, but he remained so impossibly enticing, so richly arousing to sniff and taste, that Mahiri was licking that fat-padded gut without even thinking about it. He was all but invisible behind the bear's sleek bulk, squished between the wall and all that fat, his paws not even touching the ground anymore. His head was spinning, but he was pretty sure it was in the good way.

Cherno was sucking that fat sack mindlessly, simply following the whims of his own body while he bathed in the thickly-flowing polar bear sweat. There was still that slight hint of icy flavour, despite the overwhelming heat. Loch was at least careful to put most of his weight on his knees, planted on either side of the deer's head, letting all his perspiration roll down into the buck's hair while the bear made use of his face. His nose ended up right between the bear's balls, getting the deepest sniff of them possible while he sucked down that aroma. His mind was drenched in it, numb and stupid. And that was before he got even more immersed in that impossibly thick musk. Loch moved a little forward, sliding his nuts right up over Cherno's face, keeping the buck blinded by bear, getting that little nose right up in white hot ursine taint before moving a little more. It wasn't long before the deer found himself a comfy seat for the titanic bear, immersed between a pair of cheeks and squished right up tight to that sweaty hole, making out with Loch's rim without even thinking twice.

For the moment, the polar kept his weight forward, refraining from harming the deer beneath him. But he couldn't help but lean back just a little more, pressing that rim down a little harder over Cherno's face, all but taking him inside. It was still just a tiny fraction of that truly massive weight, but it was enough to press him deeply into that fat rear, letting him feel the muscle beneath all the padding. There were so much force coming down on his face that his hooves were tilting upwards, as if he might just end up buried in the floor itself. Surprisingly, the club remained standing, even while he was being completely smothered in polar bear butt, lost in the complete blackout of that white fur overtaking his vision. Loch was pressing down just hard enough Cherno felt like his whole head would slip inside, though he only got as far as his muzzle. That just let him tongue more deeply, eating out the giant as he got used for a chair by the thickly sweating bear, all that cum clinging to his fur and ruined outfit replaced instead by the salty droplets pouring off of Loch's entire form. Even immersed and hotly eating ass like that he could hear the constant patter raining upon his body and the floor.

He was starting to fade out completely, he realized. It didn't concern him much. He just kept working his tongue, fucking in and out of that slathered hole, grinding and slurping and giving as much pleasure to that big fat beast as possible. But eventually his body was going numb, his chest was pulling tight, and he felt himself teetering on simply passing out before Loch finally lifted up. Cherno remained stuck between those cheeks for a moment, going right up with the bear before he was shoved free, collapsing back down in the mess as he gasped and wheezed for air, rolling about in the sweaty mess that had become of him. Loch didn't fully rise to his feet, instead just turning himself around and taking the deer by the arm. Cherno couldn't do much more than ragdoll there in the bear's grip, gasping for air so hotly he was exhaling steam. He was still as hard as ever though, and Loch made sure to pay at least a little attention to that blue deer dick while he ran his huge hands along the buck's ruined clothes, eventually groping beneath that skirt. All he got was a single finger along the length of his cock, the bear showing surprising restraint at teasing him while they sat there sweltering.

"Such a big clit for a cute little doe. Is it sensitive?" Loch teased.

Cherno's response was some kind of gasping deer sound that sounded close enough to a groan of pleasure as he squirmed and kicked all uncontrollably.

"I thought so. You're such a needy little thing. I bet you're almost in heat."

Loch leaned closer, running the length of his blue tongue along Cherno's cheek, then turned that into a soft bite. Those teeth were sharp, and he could feel the power in those jaws, but Loch wasn't hurting him. He just throbbed all the harder for it, shivering some despite the heat, clenching his teeth together as the polar bear pressed his lips right up to the inside of the buck's ear.

"Maybe you are. I know a cute girl like you would look good knocked up."

Cherno wasn't even sure how to react to that. He simply froze, letting the thought slip through his head for a while. Of course he would. It made perfect sense that a girl like him would be fertile for all that bear cum. There was no more playing, no more teasing. Loch was perfectly right. So all the horny doe could do was give a tiny little whimper as Loch whispered those wet words into her ear.

"I want to breed you, Cherno. I want to see your tummy swell right up."

There was no doubt in her mind anymore that the bear could. She was a doe and that fat blue cock was dripping with enough potency that one thrust could have done it. So of course she was giving her the most desperate of cries as she found herself planted facedown on the floor, a set of thick fingers buried in her hair, claws scritching at her scalp as the great big polar bear mounted up behind her soft rump, grinding that breeding tool against those smeared, soaked cheeks, humping and teasing. Every moment that cock wasn't inside her was one Cherno grew more needy, bumping and grinding and keeping that short little tail flagged as high as she could make it.

Benedict was similarly breaking the feline, keeping Mahiri smothered until the cat had all but passed out immersed in all that sweaty fat. Before the leopard could completely faint, Benny hefted him up and brought him close to his face. He let his own hot breath place over those cute feline features for a time, before just coming in for a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Then he was wearing a devious grin, something that for all the intimidation of his size still came across as wholesome and comforting. So too was his voice, kind and friendly, simply assuring the kitty of something he already knew.

"You've been such a good girl. And I think a well-behaved pussy deserves something for all her hard work. Just nod your head if you want me to give you something to remember me by. You don't even have to speak."

Mahiri drunkenly blinked, taking a moment to let those teases properly take root inside his mind. And then just like that, she nodded, not even questioning such a commitment. Of course she'd love to get all filled up with that bear's seed, to feel it taking in her womb. No sooner had she agreed, and she was getting turned around and pinned again, pushed up against the wall she'd grown intimately familiar with by then, feeling a big bear dick hotdogging between those juicy cheeks while Benny humped and growled right in her ear. She just responded with a yowl, a shrill, piercing noise that rang out through the noisy club. It probably went mostly unnoticed, but to those in earshot, it was unmistakable. That was the scream of a horny cat, of a leopardess in heat, and she wasn't going to shut up until she got her belly filled and her fiery needs doused by a fertile load.

Nothing had changed about the two of them, but this time it just felt so much bigger, so much more meaningful to be penetrated. Cherno was whining and giving her best, bitchiest bleats, and that cat was rowling, mewling, meowing out with the need to get deeply, thoroughly fucked until there was no doubt she'd been impregnated by that beast of a bear. Loch shoved deep in the doe's tight butt, lubed up by all the mess he'd already made, schlicking deeply in that tight ass until Cherno was crying out like she was about to simply scream. It kept building up to an apparent climax, going "ah, ah, AH!", but she came back down each time. That left her twitching, clenching hard around just the very first inch of bear dick, massaging at the thick head of Loch's cock while it stretched her out, delving deeper with each stroke. The polar bear was taking his time, as the music in the background faded out to the sound of surprisingly tranquil piano. But a new track came soon after, one that faintly throbbed and warbled, an industrial buildup that sounded just a little ominous. As the unseen DJ so proudly put it, it was going to get loud in there soon.

Benedict wasn't quite so restrained as Loch, but neither of them were holding back. He grunted as he humped his way to balls-deep in kitty rump, giving the leopardess a spank on the ass with his balls before setting to grinding, slowly working his way back and forth just to make sure to press all of the pretty pussy's buttons. The beat was growing faster, heavier. Not just of the music, but of the bear's hips against those cute girls' booties, thumping harder with each movement of their oversized bodies. They were both squished up against the guts of the bear fucking them, and the pair of brutes followed that growing rhythm to the point they were perfectly synced in brutalizing those deliciously breedable britches, fucking them right under the lifted, ruined skirts. Loch kept his hand planted against the back of Cherno's head, while Benedict set to tearing at the cat's outfit. There was no sense preserving it any longer. It was beyond wearable, completely wrecked, easily coming apart with so much as a tiny tug.

The only thing Benny made sure not to simply throw away was that little pair of lacy panties. They were dripping with sweat, cum, and whatever else by the time he pulled them off the leopardess' butt, snapping the string with a single finger, and never losing his pace all the while. The music swelled to a peak as he set that prize aside, reaching over to a nearby table to keep them safe. A near-silence fell before the new track took a breather, a single, rising note filling their ears as the bears buried to balls-deep and simply held themselves there a few moments, slowly pulling back, leaving their chosen breeding pets clenching and twitching, their faces falling from dazed, lusty stupor into tense, scrunched up expressions of anticipation. Cherno formed a fist, beating it against the floor, barely able to take the contracting need churning up within her, and Mahiri even showed her teeth in a silent, needy snarl. She didn't regret it exactly, but Benedict certainly wiped the aggression right off her face when the beat dropped hard and the bears set back to harshly fucking those tight little bitches, pumping their ass with fat cocks to the rhythm of a brutal song, the industrial pounding coming at breakneck speed in time to each room-shaking slams against those tight, girly booties.

It didn't hurt, but it should have at such a speed. Loch was fucking like he was trying to put Cherno through the floor, and the doe still fully expected the whole place to come down any second. Maybe the entire city block would crumble, levelled to dust by the force of that destructively horny bear. She couldn't feel much of anything but that dick pounding in and out of her, and constant, pleasured throb that ran through her body as she got mercilessly pounded to that nonstop drumbeat, fucked to oblivion as all those bodies writhed below to the sound of the bass. Loch was growling too, filling her ears with that frightening sound as he leaned right down close to nip and bite at the little doe, rutting faster, harder, wetter, pumping a steady trickle of pre thicker than most cum, spattering Cherno's insides with the first gushes of the potent breeding load to come. All she could do was drool, her face falling into a broad, open-mouthed smile, her eyes rolling back and losing their gleam, their intelligence, becoming simply glassy and thoughtless as the very self was fucked right out of her.

Mahiri was getting it just as hard, her cheek smooshed to the wall while the bear locked his teeth around her scruff. That was the perfect way to get a noisy cat to simply slump and submit, though she didn't stop squirming. It was impossible to hold perfectly still while she was getting her ass pounded by the bear's ruinous thrusts, feel his gut smacking against her spine while his balls spanked her spots over and over. She had no idea how he could move so fast, but then, she didn't have many ideas left either. Some of her body simply stopped responding, and she couldn't be bothered to wonder if it was for damage or simply numbness. All her focus was on that dick, pumping in and out of her, tensing up and flexing, spitting out pre that she could feel splattering inside of her, inching closer and closer to shooting that hot load into her fertile depths, filling her with a whole litter of bear-kittens, or whatever they'd be. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that it would be her new reality, that she was getting bred a little more with each thrust, and all she did was mewl her way towards what felt in those drenched moments like she really was a leopardess in an aching heat.

The steamy breath on the back of her head was only growing hotter, making her sweat on contact while the bear bit a little harder, just enough to make her cry and clench as the music continued pumping that burst of bliss finally hit her. She was squirting, gushing all over the wall, giving Benny a nice wet spurt while her body rattled with the climax screaming through her veins. She could feel it everywhere, not just in her insides clenching around all that bear dick, and it only kept going as Benny bucked, buried himself deep, and finally started unloading a cock-bulging load within the kitty's belly. It splatted loud within her, filling her to full with a single shot, all the rest that followed bloating her through the trimesters. From barely showing to swollen and matronly, she was only getting fatter, only looking more pregnant as the barbarous beast grunted in her ear, loading her up with fresh bear cum until it was gushing right back out of her, overloaded, stretching her to her limit.

Cherno was getting destroyed, vanishing beneath the pounding onslaught Loch was giving her. She was completely smothered in bear, the polar laying over her, concealing her beneath the musky blanket of stark white, immersing her in that flowing sweat while he slammed her to a peak. The music was just fading as Loch finally finished her off, leaving her creaming herself on the spot, making a big puddle of doe cum while she erupted. That peak made her frightfully tight around that big blue dick, milking it as it filled her, bred her, marked her as the polar bear's own. Her belly barely had the room to swell with all that weight on her back, but it rounded out as much as it could, dousing out that needy fire, satisfying the screaming need to breed as she felt herself pumped to capacity with rich bear seed. She was so full she was drooling it before long, coughing it up as Loch came right through he like she were nothing more than a leaky condom, left oozing and sloshing like a little cumtank, writhing with every little bulging throb of bear dick in her butt.

What little was left of the doe's mind was thankful the DJ had chosen a softer track to follow that aural chaos. She needed a moment. Maybe several. All of her senses were simply static, numbed to dumb as she struggled to remember where she was. The feeling came first. There was no pain, no discomfort, even as Loch slowly pulled from her, leaving that ass gaping and dripping as he popped out with a sloppy schlurp. The doe slowly rolled onto her side, giving her belly some room to wobble and bounce, and she groaned as she made herself raise an arm, struggling just to get it into position on her middle. It felt good to rub her swollen gut, knowing what it meant for her, leaving her wondering just how big she was going to get when she really started showing. Nevermind whether it 'took' or not. That much cum inside her, after she'd needed it so badly, she didn't have a single doubt it had.

It didn't take much for Loch to strip her down, seemingly to merely suggest her clothes come off as he tugged at it loosely. Just like that, and those wet strips of cloth were falling from her body, leaving her soaked form exposed. Loch plucked those panties free at last from where they were knotted and tangled around the doe's thighs, setting them nearby. Another trophy, just like the leopardess' own pair. Loch let Cherno simply wallow in that wonderful afterglow, standing up to retrieve something while the doe simply stared off into space, letting the ethereal music flow through her ears and soothe her. Everything was faded, distant, like she were viewing life itself through a tunnel. The only thing that could snap her out of it was the noisy click of a shutter, or the digital recreation of such a sound anyway, going along with a bright flash that briefly blinded her.

Loch was looming above her, holding a phone that looked far too small for him to handle. Somehow he was able to swipe with his huge thumb, despite the digit being the size of the whole screen. Once he was satisfied with the result, he moved over to Benedict, who let the bloated cat settle back down to the floor, simply setting her down as she oozed and dripped, careful not to drop her from such a height. Loch snapped a pick of the ruined cat as well, leaving her blinking and shaking her head, seeming unusually stunned by the brief flash, as if she'd just been struck by lightning. It put some life back in her at least, rousing her from that sleepy state, keeping her from slipping into slumber or perhaps a coma.

He leaned down next to the cat and doe and let them have a look at the result. Cherno barely recognized herself, with her fur ruined, her makeup running down her face, her hair a catastrophe, and her belly swollen. Most jarring was her own expression, that blank, brainless look she was wearing, looking more dead than content. She wanted to assure Loch that she was feeling good, but she couldn't quite find the words. Instead, the polar bear spoke as she swiped through a gallery of pictures that looked rather similar to her own.

"What a delight you two are. And you'll be the first doe in our collection, Cherno. Just look at what sexy company you'll be among."

The faces were utterly unfamiliar to her, but the expressions were strikingly similar. Each and every one of them was glazed, shattered, covered in cum and wearing a look that said they hardly even knew who they were anymore. Each one of them was stripped bare but for the occasional shreds of clothing, soaked and slathered, often drooling on themselves. The background was hard to discern, but the lighting didn't look unlike the very club they were sprawled in. As for the subjects themselves, they were a whole range of species and body types, though every one of them was female.

"Oh, she was cute. So noisy," Benedict chuckled as they saw a picture of a slim, small-framed hyena, giving his belly three solid pats as he spoke.

Loch tapped the screen when they saw the image of a somewhat chubby husky, who was drooling heavily in that portrait. "I enjoyed her a whole lot. Soft and fluffy. Tasted like apple pie."

The polar bear gave a noisy lick of her chops at the memory, flicking a bit of spit down on the girls. A much bigger lady came onto the screen next, the form of a tall, athletic raptoress, though it was hard to tell at first for how much cum she was wearing on her scales.

"Now there was a challenge. I was starting to think she'd last forever before the end," Benedict rumbled, his voice getting lower with each word until he was almost growling.

Loch was similarly affected by such memories, letting the words sound just a little darker as the form of a muscular lioness came into view. "Mmngh. Likewise with her. I was proud of myself for that one, I admit."

"Cats are such a treat. Oh, remember these two? I think they were related."

Cherno wasn't sure what to make of the whole slideshow, though she had to blush to know she was being compared to such an exotic collection of beauties. She wondered what the next of the bear's partners would think of seeing her picture. Mahiri wasn't quite so flattered by the show. Some of those faces were familiar to her, were friends of hers. And she couldn't help but notice, even through the mind-fog that clung to her every thought, that she hadn't heard from any of them in quite some time. It wasn't until the next set of pictures loaded up that she showed any sort of reaction.

There they were, the blue tigress and the pantheress, his own family members displayed there on the screen in their most broken of states. Her sister, she could understand falling for such an indulgent temptation, but to see that drooling, dumbly smiling look on that stern older tigress, that was simply bizarre. She had to wonder why Mira had never got around to telling her about her wild night. That was highly unlike her. So too was going a whole week without so much as a text. The leopard's heart started to thump again after finally calming back down.

"Made up your mind yet?" Benny casually asked Loch. It didn't sound like much to Cherno, but just those simple words made Mahiri shudder.

Loch just shook his head. "Not yet. Need to taste them first."

The bigger bear put on a slightly sinister smile. "Well then. Best to get started, isn't it?"

They couldn't have squirmed away in time even if their bodies were functioning properly. The two bred and broken girls remained slumped and sprawled where they were, cum still trickling from them as the bears all but pounced upon them. They were seized by those meaty arms, snatched up into the air, their bellies audibly sloshing as they went. Cherno was content to go right along for the ride, hefted up like she was as weightless as ever, despite the load in her belly. Mahiri was more of a squirmer, pushing back against the impossible strength of those colossi, getting caught up in their embrace whether she liked it or not. It couldn't have really been what she was thinking, she tried to tell herself, but the thought wouldn't go out of her head. Especially when she found herself pinned right up between two overwhelming bear bellies, squishing into their ample fat while those brutes groped her all over.

Cherno was soon taking tongues from both sides, the bears both inundating her with sloppy slurps that left her somehow even wetter than before. She was dripping with bear drool as she got deeply tasted. They weren't simply swiping across her face, but pressing in closely, firmly dragging those licks along her body, working from her face, to her chest, to her softly swollen middle. Loch gave a flick of his blue tongue right over the doe's clit, slicking it up and making Cherno twitch with pleasure, while Benny just went right beneath that little deer tail and slurped up some of that mess Loch made. Then he was gliding up along the doe's spine, making her shiver, her lips quivering as he found his way back up to Cherno's throat. He soaked that in spit, slathering her fur until she swore she'd reached max capacity for wetness, that she couldn't possibly get any wetter.

"Mmm ... such a flavour. But what about this cute pussy?" Ben rumbled, bringing the cat up to his face, leaning in to nibble her right on the scruff.

Mahiri mewled even more than usual at that soft bite, especially once she was getting covered in bear drool from both sides, listening to those noisy slurps drowning out all other sound. All around her was slick and sloppy, those bear jaws only getting wetter with every mouthful of feline flavour they dragged right off of her. They were nibbling too. She felt their teeth kneading here and there at her skin, digging in but doing no harm, simply giving her some playful bites that even felt strangely pleasant. There was hardly a single detail, a single rosette left un-tasted by the time they were done examining her every inch, and even when they were finished sampling her, they kept up the groping, working deep into her muscles as they took great greedy handfuls of her form.

"Oh, this is hard to decide." Loch drew his tongue back in, but not before giving a lick of his chops so messy it misted Cherno's entire face.

"Mmm. But I think I've made my decision." Benedict locked eyes with the polar bear, and the two of them smirked at each other, slowly nodding their heads in unison, finding a silent consensus. "I'm glad you agree."

Those torn panties weren't going to be a trophy after all. Instead, the bears grabbed a cum-soaked pair in each hand, and the girls were left to nearly swallow them as they ended up with a mouthful of each other's shredded undergarments. That ensured that neither of them could get much more than the occasional 'mmmf!' out as the bears loomed closer and closer, breathing right in their faces. The moment seemed to go on forever, a lingering tension in the air, keeping those ruined girls tense and rigid despite the fatigue running through their bodies. Something was coming, but they weren't quite sure what, and their bodies were so wracked with exhaustion that all they could do was faintly squirm as they looked those titans in the eyes, swapping between Benedict's golden glare and Loch's icy blue gleam. Then the bears struck.

It was as sudden as it was decisive, their jaws stretching wide, snapping sloppy strings of spit as the ruined pair got half a moment to consider the darkness waiting at the back of the bears' gaping jaws, their throats a seemingly infinite abyss that opened before them, that image freezing in their minds. Then all was dark as they stuffed and gobbled forth. Cherno could hardly get more than a gasp out, simply stunned to silence as that gag held fast between her lips, finding herself swiftly shoved between the teeth of the ravenous bear, feeling Benny's hands clutching her around the hips as he pulled her against his chest. Loch was giving a similar treatment to Mahiri, guzzling her inwards with a smacking, sucking, slurping effort, planting one big hand on her bare, spotted ass to help force her inwards even faster. Her ears were flooded with the almost cartoonish omf gromf of the polar bear gobbling her down, and all she could manage was a muffled cry of panic as she felt her face glide to the crest of Loch's blue tongue. But to the leopard, all was black by then, stifling her cries for help as her worst fears were confirmed.

Cherno was slightly slower to catch on to the danger, though no one could have blamed her at that point. The bears had shattered her sense of self, pleasured her, ruined her, and yet she still held on to that faint sense of trust for the warmth and friendliness they'd shown her. When she first laid eyes on Benedict, and that massive gut of his, she never thought she'd end up inside it. He simply didn't project that kind of danger. But when the doe's face vanished into his gullet, squeezed from all sides but barely bulging his neckfur, introducing her to terrifying force of his appetite, she finally realized. Suddenly his weight didn't seem so impossible. He wasn't that fat from regular meals. A jolt ran through her body like a severe electric shock, leaving her convulsing as she struggled against the unstoppable tide of his swallows. He didn't even need to shove, simply dragging her along his tongue with the force of her gulps alone, leaving her hooves helplessly thumping against his chest as she simply disappeared into his bulk, one wet squeeze of his gullet at a time.

Though filtered through the squelching sounds of being eaten, Mahiri perked her ears at the sound of approaching footsteps. Chalk it up to hyper-vigilance in a time of crisis, but she could distinctly tell someone was coming. Maybe they'd be her saviour, maybe they'd swoop in just in time to save her and Cherno from consumption. But just as quickly as her hopes had raised, they faded again, listening to the figure leaving. They were simply walking by, paying no mind to the scene, no matter how many times those spotted legs kicked out madly between the polar bear's dark lips. She fought with every bit of might she had, but nothing could save her from her fate. Already, that fat bear was sucking on her waist, sweeping his tongue right up between her thighs, tasting at her taint and teasing at her rump while he devoured her alive. She wasn't even a proper bulge, instead completely vanishing down that clenching throat, her legs dripping with rivers of drool worked up by the act of eating her. Loch was giving some deep moans as he ate her, and the cat could feel them rumbling up around her, letting her know just how much the predator was enjoying her as he worked her down.

It felt like hours, but it only took a few seconds. One moment, Cherno was contently soaking in the attention of the bears, her every need satisfied, her afterglow still tingling through her nerves. The next, she was a pair of hooves, vanishing between Benedict's lips, giving a few last kicks outwards that were her final statement to the world. Then she was gone, and Mahiri's paws soon followed suit, her toes curling, her tail lashing about as if attempting to whip her predator, and she too was slurped away in a splash of spit, swallowed down whole and muffledly calling for help right along with the deer. But for the shredded clothes laying about, it was like they were never even there, disappearing into the bulk of their predators as they got forced all the way down those gullets. Those fat bear guts faintly bounced as their prey thudded down inside them, but soon those meals were invisible beneath the fat, not even managing to wobble all that pudge as the kicked and punched and fought with everything they had to slip out of those slimy chambers. Nothing they did could save them, and it was only going to get worse from there.

The music and crowd in the club was loud enough, but absolutely nothing could compare to the belches erupting from the bears as they finished their meals. It was a floor-shaking, window-rattling blast of pure sound, lasting for several seconds straight, joining with one another to coat the club from wall to wall with that bass-heavy sound. Ears were ringing all around when they were done, Benny smacking and sucking his lips, still tasting the last of Cherno on his breath, while Loch ever so slowly licked his chops with the very tip of his tongue, savouring the last taste of the cat anyone was ever going to get. There were plenty of people who turned their heads towards the behemothic pair, but they returned to what they were doing soon enough. Among them was the club's owner, a hefty bovine, leaning back on a broad couch near the bar while a cute bat tried his best to swallow her whole cock. She gave a knowing smile and paid them no more mind. In truth, she was looking a lot heavier around the middle lately, herself.

The bears weren't going to just sit back and relax off their meals, either. They soon fell into an embrace, exchanging a dripping kiss while they mashed their guts up against each other's. The pressure just made things more distressing for the occupants, crushing those chambers inwards while the gurgles started up around them. They were nearly deafened by the echoing churns, the sloshing and the splatting and the hissing. Surrounded by an acidic scent, their throats burned with every breathe, the air catching in their throat, barely breathable for a while until the ursine predators sucked down some deep gulps of air. The renewed relief in the cat and deer's lungs was hardly welcome. It just meant they were going to last longer as that itching tingle irritated their skin, becoming more bothersome with every moment they spent splashing around in the glorping, gloshing stomachs of those shameless bears. Soon it was more than just irritation, but a burn, starting soft and escalating, hurting, aching, tormenting them as they were cooked alive beneath all those layers of ursine fat.

Benedict and Loch were enjoying it all. They were worked up again, rubbing against one another, thumping guts together while they humped and thrust and bearishly bellowed with delight. Every rocking motion just slopped more slime over their prey, coming close to drowning the deer, while the cat nearly got crushed to death by the overeager compressions of the polar bear's belly walls. Cherno splashed to the surface, choking on acid, feeling it pouring down her throat, the internal burning already starting. At first she simply gritted her teeth, trying to endure the rising pain, shaking, digging her fingers into her palms, scrunching her eyes up tight. But she couldn't stay silent. She made use of her vocal chords while they still functioned, forming a desperate cry as she thumped both fists against the slime-coated walls of Benny's hissing gut. Her own body was sizzling away, falling apart, melting right down to the bone as her flesh turned to sludge, one pretty detail at a time, all those girly curves turned to little more than chyme one churn at a time. Mahiri was soon joining her, wailing out in agony as her bones started crunching, squeezed up tight between the wet walls of the bear's gut while it compacted her. She cried out in hopes that someone who cared would hear her, but she was the only one who heard them, listening to them echoing back at her while the aggressive glrrrrn continued, leaving her with nothing to listen to but her own body being processed.

They could still hear the bear's voices, resonating down to those chambers of digestive torment. Benedict was outright moaning, the ecstasy even making his voice shake a little.

"Mmm, that is a good girl. Such a delicious doe. You feel just heavenly digesting away." He gave his gut a few slaps, knocking Cherno's weakened form back into the rising sludge. "You might not add much fat, but you'll still make me cum when you stop struggling, don't worry."

Loch's voice broke some as he rubbed up against Benny's gut, humping with increasing recklessness, a slight feminine tone sneaking into his words. "Nnn ... good pussy. Silky ...smooth. Just like every other cat I've eaten. Just like your sis. And your mom. You'll join them on my pudge soon enough, pretty kitty. Say hi."

A particular loud churn brought another belch from Ben, and her tilted his head back to project that sound into the air. Cherno's fading cries echoed up his gullet slightly, only to fall silent as that doe finally collapsed on herself, breaking into pieces, the meat melted off her bones as if slow-cooked, but it had only taken a minute or two. She choked her last and gave one final kick, her body convulsing and curling up around herself as she died there in Benny's fat gut, her body full of wicked acid, digesting her inside and out all at once. All that was left of her was a few distinct twitches that thumped out against the walls, jiggling all that plumpness very slightly, and she was done, claimed, consumed, and transformed from a lovely doe into a series of sloppy glorps and churns. Just like all the other's in that gallery of broken stares.

Loch sensed that moment of climax coming, and so he made all the effort he could to finish off the leopard, shoving forward and pressing his gut hard against Benny's own. The pressure mounted, squeezing in on the shattered feline, crushing her up and breaking bone after bone, bringing out a crunchy symphony punctuated by her fading wails. Somehow she was still breathing despite all the damage, but the polar bear saw to that in time. The force around her skull grew and grew, until with a dull, unceremonious crackle, the kitty was simply meat beneath all of Loch's fat. That moment, that triumphant sensation that came with feeling the distinct, dying twitches of his meal's nerves firing off for the last time, was enough to make the bear cum, and the two of them were moaning into each other's mouths as they embraced again, grinding up against each other's fat as closely as they could get, feeling the gurgles of the other claiming those chosen meals.

Maybe they could have fucked through the excitement, but with a feeling like that, their appetites claiming another victim each, turning those gorgeous skirt-wearing girls into a gory paste to be absorbed, that was all they needed. They were gushing on each other's guts, pouring out all the cum they had left as they swapped tongues, sucking on each other's faces, drooling, sweating, projecting that mind-melting musk to anyone who happened to be nearby. It was enough to leave bystanders walking into walls, tripping over themselves as that pure, ursine scent clouded their thoughts and left them all unaware and off-guard. Lucky for them, the bears had just finished their meals, but by the size of them, even two whole girls wasn't going to last them for long.

Collapsing together in the nearby booth, they took up much of the room. A nearby server, a horse, nearly fell from the shockwave of them sighing and settling into their seats, still glistening with sweat, their guts loudly working over what remained of their prey, rapidly turning those two cuties into pudge. Benny hardly wasted a moment flagging down that same waiter, holding up four fingers and giving a meaningful nod. The server nodded back, hurrying along, his cheeks burning hot after what he'd witnessed. And all this time, he thought he was safe, despite how curvy his hips were, how tightly his uniform hugged his thick ass. He moved as quickly as he could to bring the bears four cool drinks, biting his lip as he swam through the wall of heat they put off.

Lucky for him, the bears largely ignored him but for thanking him, instead turning to each other. Benny reached for Loch's gut, and he got a rub right back, both of them admiring all that heft, feeling those deep gurgles that filled in the gaps in their conversation.

"Not as filling as last week. But they'll do just fine, don't you think?"

Loch just nodded at first, a sleepy look overtaking him. "Mmm. We can always have a mid-week snack if need be. I'm not going to stop bulking now."

Benny gave an approving grin. "You've put on so much mass. How many pounds is it now?"

"Two-hundred and thirty-three," Loch said, not even having to think about it. "Might break seven hundred with this kitty. He was small, but meaty in the right places. Ah, she, that is."

"They were very good at being girls." Benny took a long, deep swig from one mug of beer, downing it in a single gulp. "Too bad we digest those. But speaking of - how did 'Loch' feel tonight?"

The polar shrugged noncommittally. "Fun. As for next week, I'll make up my mind when we get there. Lori's fine until then."

Just like that, and 'Loch' let his voice slip back to something more feminine, and Lorelei gave her breasts a deep squeeze for emphasis. Mahiri was going to add to them soon enough. But first she was going to need a nap, and she wrapped a single hand around both beers at once, chugging them down without a breath, and finally sighed as she slumped back. Another belch escaped her, and she sunk into her seat, closing her eyes. The club was as noisy as ever, though it was starting to quiet down as the morning approached. People shuffled out, but they remained, resting, slipping into a proper snoring snooze, as bears were so good at doing, and the owner certainly didn't bother them. As they slept, the 'girls' digested, slushed away and pumped down into bear intestines, nothing more than meat and bone, being absorbed into their predators. They joined that mass, enhanced that fat, padded out guts and butts and breasts, in Lori's case. In the end, all it took was a quick power-nap to completely drain them of every useful nutrient, to process them and complete their trip through the ursine's systems, and when Benedict snorted awake with a start, he found Lori already up on her feet, naturally following her body as it told her just what she needed to do next.

He found her standing in consideration before the bathrooms. It was only a moment's hesitation, but it allowed him to catch up. By then, the club was dead, so it wasn't like anyone was going to notice the choice but her, but that was enough. Patting her on the back, he gave a chuckle.

"Not to make light of things, but there's only two big enough for us, and they're not in the same room."

"Ah. Right." Lori nodded. "See you in ... well, it could be a while."

"Mmhmm."

Most of the stalls themselves weren't big enough for those hugely padded bears, nevermind the toilets. Thankfully, the owner had certain proclivities of her own, and she quietly encouraged people to indulge in their own within the confines of her club. So that meant there was one extra-large, heavy-duty toilet in the back of each bathroom, and that was right where the naked bears made their way. Though even something built for mammoths like them strained beneath their weight. Benedict settled down and sat with a little sight, while Lori simply tilted her head back and gave a lengthy sigh, finally relaxed, her body aflame with delight as the cat reached the end of his journey through her body. She wasn't going to deny it. Every part of the process felt good, flooding her mind with endorphins, telling her to keep going it again and again, and she wasn't going to pretend it didn't feel fantastic to take someone so cute, so fresh-faced and innocent and sexy, and turn him into a massive, pipe-clogging shit. Before the first chunk of former leopard even hit the water, she was flushing preemptively, just to be sure.

Benedict meanwhile was quietly dealing with Cherno, hardly even phased by the massive dump but for the occasional grunt here and there as a bone that hadn't quite been fully processed tickled him on the way out. Most of the deer's skeleton had been utterly pulverized, turned to dust and fragments, a few little pieces barely visible in that huge mound of bear shit accumulating below. He'd started his journey in the women's bathroom, prettying himself up just right, and now he was ending the night getting flushed down in the men's, nothing more than a steaming mess, a thick dump getting squeezed out of the fat bear's ass. One he had helped make even fatter, in a tiny, barely noticeable way. He was far from Benedict's biggest meal, or his biggest dump for that matter, but that didn't mean the great big bear wasn't enjoying shitting him out. Benny even felt his cock giving a few twitches of arousal as he squeezed out that 'doe', thinking about that pretty face. Good thing he'd snapped a picture before turning her into pudge and waste.

As for Lori, she was finishing up with a few more squeezes. By then she'd flushed three times, dozens of pounds of former feline swirling away into the sewers below, just like the other lady cats in his family before him. In truth, she hadn't even planned that. He just happened to look like some of her former meals, happened to be her 'type' thanks to the family resemblance. They were all equal and gone, added to her fat, padding out her gut, giving her something to heft and squeeze when she admired her gains in the future. A few more pieces, and she was finally done, her ass slightly numb from sitting in the same position for so long. Getting herself tidy, she finally stood after a fourth flush and bounced her leg a few times to help it wake back up. A glance back at the mess just to be sure it all went down, and she moved on. No sense admiring it. She'd look at his photo latter if she needed something to jerk off to, thinking about how good it felt to feel his final twitches before he got processed into fat and muscle.

After washing her hands, she stood there, naked in the club bathroom, barely able to get a good look at herself in the mirrors but trying anyway. A flex here and there, turning this way and that, and she got a look at some of the extra heft Mahiri had given her. It wasn't much mass, but he was a filling enough meal, and she couldn't wait to get her feet on a scale. One that wouldn't immediately break, preferably. As for Benedict, he didn't bother taking a good look. He just gave his gut a slap as he stood there looking in the mirror, amused at how long it jiggled. His reflection only made it was far as his chest when he stood, but that was all he needed to know. A fat bear was only getting fatter, rounded, wobbling all the more with his every thudding step, and the deer was just one more contribution to the reign of indulgence they were inflicting on all the cute girls who frequented the club. When he crouched down to turn the tap back off, his eyes glimmered in the mirror, reflecting not the usual golden light, but something more unusual. A faint flash of bluish-green fluttered there in his gaze, glowing outwards bright enough to slightly illuminate the room, only to fade again. His eyes were as yellow as before, and he smiled to himself, rubbing slowly over his gut with both hands was he made his way back out of the bathroom.

They met outside after some thirty minutes, and he set to patting Lori on the back, giving a small squeeze to her shoulder.

"Same time next week?"

"Maybe sooner." She was busy playing with her belly and her breasts, squeezing so deeply it looked like it ought to hurt. "I'm enjoying this feeling. And I have you to thank for showing me how good I am at it."

"Oh, I hardly did a thing. You're just doing what comes naturally. We're bears. We need to make sure we get enough to eat."

The polar looked up at him and gave a soft chuckle. "Oh, that we do. And I don't plan to stop until I'm the biggest I can be."

"Who says there's a limit?"

The club was desolate at night, the lights all down, and they soaked it in for just a few more moments before bidding each other good night and parting ways. It was time for a shower and a weigh-in, on Lori's part. And as for Benedict, she had no idea what he did when they weren't together, only that she felt good when he was around, finding new desires, new pleasures, new ways of feeling satisfied and complete. And the population of lovely ladies was only going to get thinner as they fed on them, processing every beauty, every tempting morsel they desired into pounds and pounds of bear fat until there were no more left in the club, the city, maybe the entire world before they were finally satiated.