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She couldn't just sit at home playing at her tits all day, as much as she would have enjoyed such an activity. A little bit of magic, and Mahiri was finally getting to enjoy taking on the fully female appearance she'd always dreamed of, no longer just a girly boy but a lovely, curvy leopardess. It was the kind of thing to get her all excited, to get her purring, squirming, writhing there on her bed. And as vain as it might have felt, she couldn't resist the urge to get out somewhere and get some attention. Maybe that would be what she needed to help alleviate the ache of the soaking, clenching lust that flexed between her thighs at near every moment of consciousness. It left her soaking her panties right through with a thickly pheromonal scent as she put out a constant stream of juices, her body trembling with need when she couldn't find a way to distract herself. It definitely was not the sort of thing she could just rub out and be done with.

It was all a blur, really. She wasn't even sure what made her pick that club in particular. She just needed to be in a place where the energy was high and there were plenty of bodies to grind up against. Her legs were shaky when she got out on the dance floor, and her eyes were only half-open, like she might well pass out at any moment. Perhaps she simply looked like she was on drugs. She would have fit right in amid all those other dancers, writhing and all but humping at one another as the swirl of lusty bodies swam around her like a sweaty ocean. There were plenty of scents on display, many of them enticing, but even with all the mixed musk clouding up the air like steam, the pumping music cutting through the cloud, there was still no mistaking the hot aroma of cat in heat, a thickly wafting fragrance of pure fuck-me essence that no one with a shred of sexual interest could possibly miss. It was just a question of who would notice her first, or the most persuasively.

Her senses seemed heightened in that overheated state. Or maybe she just had new ones. There was a feeling she got, just swishing there, swinging her hips to the beat as the neon flashed above, that told her she was being watched. It was as blatant as a touch, a clear sensation that made her turn her head towards the pair of eyes so firmly fixated upon her. Of course, there were plenty of people looking at her in those moments, but that handsome lion was the only one who seemed so singularly focused on her and nobody else. He was tall, well-built, youthful. Really the picture of virility, and the swish of his tufted tail caught her eye, making her all the more enticed at a mere few glances, while he stared right back with eyes both warm and predatory. Maybe they weren't exactly the same species, but they were both big cats, and that meant they shared instincts. Her own eyes glimmered a bright green that shone through the darkly lit club as she regarded him from afar, making no effort to hide the fact she was looking him up and down, inspecting every detail, sizing him up as someone who might satisfy her urges, if such a thing was possible. He returned the favour, ending his distant inspection with a slow lick over his lips.

Mahiri wasn't just going to stand there all night, but she was grateful to the lion for making the first move. Maybe she was moving too fast, being too blunt, or whatever the observers might have said about her in those dripping moments. She really didn't care. They could call her a slut all she liked. To her, all the other figures melted away as she saw him distinctly approaching, the blur of bodies stirring into motion as another song crunched from the speakers overhead. His gaze slipped from something flirty to something more intense as he approached. Maybe he'd stepped into the radius of her scent, that heat hitting him in the senses and bringing out a spark that glimmered in his gaze, making his lips draw back just a little to show a glimpse of his teeth. It wasn't quite a snarl, but it was the start of one.

They exchanged scents with each other by presence alone, but they went further than that. He was the first to lean in, standing taller than her, tipping his head down to get near her throat. She felt his breath upon him - warm, enticing, sweet. She was inflicted with the need to suck it from him, to lock their lips together and swap breath in rapid-fire huffs, but she held it down for the moment. Instead, she stood digging her toes deep into the soles of her boots, letting him take her aroused aroma in as he sniffed his way around her neck and jawline. She did the same, burying her nose into the welcoming fluff of his mane, savouring the harvest of his masculine scent that came with every breath. The two cats stood there sniffing at each other, letting their noses guide them to an unspoken mutual exchange, following the rhythm of the bass as it flowed through their bodies, keeping them grinding on each other in time to a constant beat.

Such touches began subtly at first. A brush of her hip against his bulge, a stroke of his finger down her spine. She wasn't sure how she'd fallen into such an intoxicated state so quickly, but it wasn't from any drink, or any drug. Maybe just sniffing at his mane was by itself enough to intoxicate her, to send her into a spiral of lust that had her hardly noticing just how thoroughly he was feeling her up, one hand pressed deep into the cheeks of her spotted rump, squeezing through her skirt while he played with one of her breasts. She certainly couldn't judge. While he toyed with her, sampling those soft curves, she was pressing forth against the outlined shape of his package, sparing nothing for modesty as she rubbed herself against him. She loved how she could feel him growing for her, from already semi-hard when she first touched, to stretching out his bottoms with his girth. He didn't complain when she took a handful to massage through the fabric, as long as he got to keep groping her cushioned curves, their rumbles mingling to form a sound far more powerful than anything that could be called a purr.

All her inhibitions and worries over whether he was really interested or not melted away as soon as he leaned in to one of her perked ears and spoke words as warm as sparking embers.

"I know somewhere quieter. If you'd like. It's Michael, by the way."

He had a seductive rumble that had her licking her lips. And then his, sneaking a broad slurp across much of his face before pulling back with a grin.

"That's probably for the best. I like this skirt. I wouldn't want you to have to tear it off me." She winked, before she'd remembered herself. For a moment, she hesitated to introduce herself back, wondering if her current state meant a change was more appropriate. But no, the name still worked for her in her head. "Mahiri."

"We'd better hurry, then." He didn't change his expression, but she saw a little gleam in his eye that was timed so well she swore it had to be intentional. "I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back, honestly. You smell good."

She thought of warning him exactly why that scent was wafting off her, that thickly humid aroma of pure need, but she didn't. It wasn't really a conscious choice to remain silent about her state - and the risks that came with pairing a virile lion with her clenching, thigh-soaking heat. She just didn't care. Not when she was taking the arm of the most handsome cat in the club, letting him lead away to a nice cozy spot where she could finally fulfill the desires her body was screaming at her about, leaving her legs shaking with the pent up lust working through her, the brush of her wet panties up against her sex with every swishing step almost too much for her. Her upper lip curled just a little, her face slightly scrunching, as if she were fighting down a possession by some unseen spirit of a more feral leopardess.

The room was everything they needed. Probably more. It was more expansive than she assumed. A booth as big as a changing room would have sufficed for her when her heat was making her dig her fingers into his strong forearm to the point it probably hurt. The private space was equipped with a small bar, a sofa, and a broad bed with crimson sheets that nearly matched her hair. The whole place was bathed in an orange glow like a sunset, something that made the lion's golden-brown mane look like a piece of jewellry, like a crown of precious metal framed around his intense features. He looked on the verge of a fit, his breath coming heavy, his eyes locked upon her, never seeming to blink. Maybe he was just matching her, eyes closing in those microseconds that hers did, their bodies synced to the point their hearts were pounding in unison. They hadn't said much to each other. But the continuous basking in each other's presence, even when the horny scents were filling the room with salacious steam, was a silent agreement, their bodies doing the speaking for them, knowing better than words could express what they required.

She was staggering by then. He all but had to carry her to the bed, wasting no time getting over there. Maybe it would have been classy to share a drink, to sit and flirt and mingle for a time before they launched into the more animal side of things. Such an approach was fit for modest people, perhaps. But the longer they waited, the more they were like beasts. She wobbled on shaky legs before finally toppling over when he shoved her. It was just the right kind of roughness she liked, knocking her off her feet but restrained enough she trusted him. Finding herself sprawled on her back, she looked up at his face as it seemed to glow in the tinted lights, her jaws hanging open as she struggled not to simply drool, the cloud of anticipation hovering over her as thick as a rain cloud, her panties soaked to the point they might as well have not existed. They were like a sponge for her pheromones, something Michael soon discovered as he lifted her skirt up and immersed himself in the pleasure of her scent.

Despite the warmth, she shivered when he ran his fingers up her inner thighs. It was a good shiver. But also one of slight nervousness. All that touching herself, exploring a newfound femininity, and she still was uncertain of every single detail. Letting someone else attend to her needs almost didn't feel fair, when she wasn't entirely certain how to deal with them herself. As soon as she felt his first breath upon her sex, she threw aside all worry in favour of mewling, whining, mrowling her feline encouragement. He dug in deep, pressing his muzzle against her confined cunt, taking a long, deep sniff of her pussy, breathing so deeply it was akin to drinking from her. He followed that with just one firm stroke of his tongue along those glossy lips, tugging aside her panties to get access to that bare skin, and in a moment she was in ecstasy. To have such a tender part of her, so new, so fresh, so drenched with unquenchable desire, it was enough to get her back arching, her juices flowing, her yowls echoing out through the closed door to alert anyone nearby exactly how she was feeling.

"Mmmf. I don't know if I've ever tasted a wetter pussy." He grinned up at her, slurping the juices from his muzzle while she rolled her hips, humping, grinding at the air with want for more. Instead, he just gently laid a hand on her hip, keeping her pinned by suggestion alone. "I promise I'll give you everything you need soon. But first - I just want those _tits_so much. Let me cum on them and I'll fuck you all night long, if that's what it'll take."

"Hnngh..." came her inarticulate reply. She wasn't rejecting the offer.

Revealing those fine breasts of hers was a process, and she was grateful the buttons of her top survived it. Most of them anyway. One of them was already loosened by the constant pressure of holding back her bosom, and a little tug was all it took to send it flying. Michael barely dodged it. A flick of his tail, and he was delving in, peeling that shirt off her arms, all but tearing her out of it while he gave some huffing grunts, barely able to hold back his lust. Yet for all his need, he was precise, keeping their garments intact, discarded, unbuckling his own belt in seconds so he could set to tugging out the pulsing meat he had on offer. Mahiri could only stare and lick her lips as she silently appraised his solid package, getting just a brief look before he was mounting over her chest and burying his dick in the fluffy tuft of fur in her cleavage.

The groan that ran through him was like one of relief. Some of the tension drained from his muscles, his cock already spurting a mess of pre all over her fur, marking her down in that masculine scent that had enticed her in the first place. She could feel it clinging to her, even from just that small basting. His cock was giving heavy thumps, pulsing with his heavy heartbeat while he got himself snug between her tits. For the moans that were spilling from her, someone listening would have thought he was already fucking her. Those breasts were sensitive, and every rub of his shaft between them was much more intense than just a massage. She was arching her back, her jaws falling open in a toothy mrowl while he kneaded them, squeezed them, groped deep and dug his fingers into the pillowy curves, possessively clutching them while he started to really grind his dick up and down that silky crevice.

Soon they were beyond words, exchanging gasps and moans along with the harsher snarls and rowls that filled the room with the sounds of horny cats. He went from a slow grind to a steady thrust, fucking those tits soaking wet, spurting his pre all over them, forming a puddle that ran in thin rivers along the contours of her breasts. A pinch to her nipples made her yelp, maybe pleasantly maybe not, so he focused his attention on just squeezing, pushing those tits together while she laid back, arms folded behind her head, offering him full access to thump his balls against their underside. The tip of his cock was jabbing up towards her muzzle again and again as he worked her over, and she let it simply lay ropes of pre over her chin and throat at first before stealing a few licks. His tip thumped up against her outstretched tongue, grinding into the tingly texture. That was enough to make him snarl, tossing his maned head back at the first scritchy stroke while she sucked the flavour in, swallowing down the watery offering that blazed over her taste buds.

Her body was doing such interesting things. She still wasn't used to all the sensations, and the reactions. Muscles that she didn't even know she had were clenching up tight, and that just spread pleasure to other parts of her, and so on. It was a chain reaction of juicy bliss, leaving her curling her toes and fingers, closing her eyes, focusing solely on the pleasure of a fat lion cock fucking back and forth between her breasts, leaving them soaking and glistening, marked down with the steaming scent of fresh lion musk. It was bringing such a heat out of her, leaving her pussy flexing, puffing, going tight with the recurring contractions, faster and faster, as if she was going to cum from nothing more than the feeling of getting titfucked by a handsome lion, his eagerness felt in his every thrust, his balls slapping up against her bosom with a steady smack that became the rhythm of her coated sex.

She was so close, tightened up and trembling, pouring her fluids down her thighs, letting them glaze the curves of her rump, soak the base of her tail. One touch, and she would have squirted for him, sweltering in the rising heat, ruining her skirt with the smell of horny leopardess. Left on the edge, she was frozen, a captive to her own pleasure as let her lips draw back, fangs on full display as she remained frozen in a silent snarl, hardly even able to get a gasp out while he rumbled to his peak. She felt that flex, felt that cock bulging while his balls twitched up against her tits, and she simply laid back, closed her eyes, and let her face and open mouth be a target for the torrent to come. She heard it, felt it, and tasted it, all at once, her senses flooded with the sensation of his hot cum splashing over her, left with nothing more to do than to drink down the cream that welled up in her mouth, her throat lightly bulging with the force of the gulp that sent that white hot treat down to her belly.

Those ropes of lion seed hit her hard, covering her entire face, especially once she sealed her lips. He soaked her muzzle, infusing her fur and long crimson locks with his scent. It splattered hard, loudly, flowing over the bed and down her chin before he slid back just enough to milk out at least a dozen streaks across her tits. He marked them up and down, letting those strings of lion jizz mix together and form a creamy glaze all over her top half. He came on more than just her breasts, leaving a great deal of her entire form utterly soaked, simmering in his masculine flavour while she slowly licked her muzzle clean, her eyes still shut tight. That pink tongue slipping out and lapping up the musky offering was pretty much the only sign of life from her for a time as she basked in that perfect feeling of being wanted, of being taken and claimed in the ways that her body had been crying out for.

Of course, there was still the matter of her oozing need. She was all but gushing as it was, her juices squelching with her every clench, making her glisten from clit to tail as her thighs trembled and clenched. Simply being in his presence was pleasure enough, keeping her on edge, easing closer and closer to a climax. Her body was twitching, having spasms that made it look like she was ready to leap up and claim what she needed at any moment, but that would have been greatly overestimating her ability to move at all. She was largely helpless, not for any sort of overpowering strength from the lion, but simply for the arousal that kept her captive in her own body, refusing to even let her function until she'd fulfilled her screaming desires. Michael was more than ready to do his part, stripping off what remained of his clothing in a rush, tossing them aside so he could focus on pulling that skirt of hers right down her thighs.

Her panties came right with it, slathered and stuck to the fabric, peeling off her pussy with a little squelch that spoke of just how wet she was. She'd drenched herself with lust, that pheromonal cocktail just getting stronger as he lingered above her. When she opened her eyes, she saw him licking his lips, and slowly. He was making sure to get every last sample of her flavour as it clouded up the air, letting it work through his mind and bring out a more feral side of him. He was awakened, thrown into a lusty fury, his urges mixing with her needs, leaving him pouncing nakedly atop her, spreading his muscled form over her curves before simply seizing her by the wrists and pinning her arms flat to the bed. For a time, they looked into each other's eyes, exchanging snarls, yowls, and general rumbles. There was a mutual feline understanding in their gazes, one that knew he didn't need to be so forceful, but she welcomed it, in every way.

In such a position, her throat was exposed to him, and she didn't try to protect it when he leaned in to wrap his fangs around her tender skin. That meant making a mess of himself, his own cum still clinging to her fur, getting on his muzzle, but that didn't seem to bother him. He proved it when he slurped, toying with her, making her twitch and squirm while he got settled down between her spotted thighs. Nestling up between them, he let them lay limply by his hips before her urgent need kicked in and she was squeezing him, wrapping around his waist like a serpent to lock him in place even before he was inside of her. He didn't dare delay any longer. For her sake and his, both of them writhing in their anticipation of finally joining together in the courtship their bodies longed for, indulging in that instinctual coupling before it sent them both feral.

He glazed his cock across her lips, leaving her screeching out some alarming feline noise, coating his shaft in her fluids while she quivered an invitation to her depths. Just the touch alone was getting her squeezing harder, digging her heels into his back, her pussy calling to him, and finally latching on tight to the tip of his dick as soon as he gave her the slightest prod. She was squeezing on him as if to suck him inside, loudly schlurping as she kneaded the very head of his shaft. He couldn't be bothered to tease her with it. That would have just been cruel. A leopardess in heat was giving him the fullest indication of what she needed from him, and he would have been utterly failing in his role as a male lion if he refused her any longer. He gave in to every temptation and simply shoved himself inside, sinking sweetly into her twitching innards all in a single stroke, splashing himself with the sleek sheen of her liquid lust while it poured thick from her heated pussy, soaking him with the essence of her need.

Stuffing himself balls deep in her fertile cunt, he had to know the kind of risk he was toying with, throbbing bare inside her, cock pointed right at the entrance to her womb. And that didn't for a moment stop him from pulling back, bracing himself, and thumping forward, burying himself inside her over and over, rushing from a firm rutting into a harsh slam-fuck that was only befitting of their mutual states of intensity. She didn't complain, as much as it might have sounded like it to a non-feline, screaming out in that blood-freezing voice of hers while he nipped and bit at her, his rough attention, his constant pounding into her pussy only getting faster as she squeezed him, milking him for every drop of pre with the needy clenches of her insides, massaging all around his every buried inch, almost making it hard for him to pull back for another thrust. He could only overcome such a hungering squeeze with the sheer power of a lion, letting his strength roll into it while he shook the bed and room alike with his every perfect plap of hefty lion nuts against that soaking wet leopard pussy.

He was trapped in her embrace, but he was still in charge, keeping her pinned, right where he wanted her, so he could fuck her with all that swelling might, making her cum-soaked tits bounce up against his chin until he finally released his bite. He was going too fast to hold on without hurting her, settling instead for scrunching his face up tight and snarling in her face, getting one right back that only served to fuel him, to inspire him to go faster, to do his best to utterly destroy that gorgeous kitty until she couldn't even speak for all the ecstasy pumped into her by that driving lion dick. The sound of every stroke as slick and messy, a heated schlick schlick schlick accompanied by a juicy slap of nuts against her overflowing lips, a little spatter of juices flung in all directions spreading the shiny coating across more and more of their bodies and the bed below. That whole room was going to smell like cat sex by the time they were done, and he was just getting started with her.

It was a proud accomplishment to feel just how tight she went around him on one particularly deep thrust of his cock. She held on hard enough to keep him there for just a moment, turning his broad, hip-arching pounds into manic, rapid thrusts, fucking her like a machine, as fast as possible, the squeaking of the bed growing to a distressing pace, like it was just going to collapse. If she didn't first. She was shaking all over, her eyes shut tight again, her voice coming shrill and piercing before she finally just echoed out into a roar. Even with the music pumping away outside, that sound filled the club. He accompanied her, his voice drowning out her own once he really got going, and she fell back to screaming in a more ordinary voice as her body bent and convulsed with the climax running through her. He felt her working him, clamping on tight and milking him while she squirted for him, soaking his belly and crotch alike in the heated result of her pleasure, her head flopping back as a glazed look came over her for a time, her tongue even flopping over her lower lip as the pleasure broke her, at least temporarily.

The sights, the sounds, the constant squeezing working around him from tip to base, it was all too perfect. He threw himself forward and filled her pussy with his cum, shooting it right into her womb, pumping, spurting, jetting forth hard enough to be heard, even buried balls-deep like that. She felt it working up inside her, filling her, flooding her, overflowing with the lewdest of schlurks as it poured out over her thighs, just to ensure she was marked even more thoroughly in his body-claiming musk. But more than simply warming her inside, it illuminated her with a feeling she that she couldn't quite describe, even if she knew exactly what it meant. That tingling satisfaction, that lingering warmth flowing through her veins, it was more than just a glimmering afterglow. Her body knew that all that cum inside her was what it needed, rewarding her with a rush of endorphins, distinctly telling her that all that potent lion seed pumped inside such a fertile pussy had taken, in a matter of moments. Getting bred by a perfect stranger might have been impulsive, but she was far too busy rumbling her satisfaction to think in anything but the shortest of terms.

Michael was panting some, and she was purring away beneath him, more than happy to simply slump and groan, to cherish the lingering high that came with such a dramatic release as that. But he wasn't near done with her yet. Rather than let her have any sort of rest or chance to recover her senses, he was harshly pulling out of her, making her yelp with the sudden motion. He never released her wrists, instead just pulling them forward, yanking her upwards and turning her over with a few shoves and nudges, while cum dripped from her well-fucked pussy. It wasn't elegant, with plenty of fumbling, but before she knew it, she was on her knees, her cheek pressed down flat to the bed, soaking in the juices they'd left upon the mattress, her arms pulled behind her while he mounted up over her spotted form. All she could do was lift her tail high, stretching it taut, giving him a good look at her cum-filled sex and while he lined up and shoved in, parting her folds in a single expert plunge, bringing out the shrillest sound from her yet as he stuffed her full of his still-hard dick all over again.

A shift of his grip had him clutching both her wrists with a single hand, the other set to tugging on her tail. That made her clench down taut around his cock while he stirred up a squelching commotion, squeezing some of the cum out of her with the throbs of his shaft. That position was perfect for making her jiggle, her ass bouncing back and forth once he lunged forth and started fucking, her tits swinging there beneath her, along with some of the softer parts of her around the thighs and just above her hips. She wasn't the thinnest cat around, but that just meant she was softer, her cushioned form perfect for pounding while he set to rapidly rutting her while she was helpless to even squirm. It was all him, all according to his feral tempo, slapping her with his nuts as he used every single inch he had, all but pulling out only to throw himself forward and bury himself balls-deep in leopard cunt, grunting out his delight as he used her for his pleasure. Or at least, he acted like it, but that couldn't stop her from slipping into a drooling, blank-eyed state, ascending to a higher state of satisfaction with his every bed-rattling thrust.

She would have built to climax quickly enough, even after such a perfect release, but what he did next rushed her straight to that orgasmic state in seconds. There was something so instinctual about a bite to the scruff, something that flooded her with submissive instincts. She went tight around him, worked him, massaged him, and she didn't even mean to hit her peak so quickly. The feeling of his teeth on the back of her neck just sent her over, making her arch, shake, thump her butt back against him a few times, rutting herself silly on his dick until she was yowling her way to climax all over again. She gushed for him, and he came inside her once more, rewarding her with that richly heated sensation all over again, at least at first. Maybe she ought to have been thankful for his pulling out, given how full she already felt, though she knew for a fact that she was going to smell like him for weeks when she felt his seed pouring down over her spotted back, painting her elaborate markings in pure white, creaming all over that gorgeous cat until he could rightfully call her_his_.

There wasn't much that could rouse her from that state of utter contentment, sprawled across the bed, exhaustively satisfied, making a sound that was something like a weakened purr. It rattled through her, leaving her squirming, twitching here and there, still slowly reacquiring control of her own muscles. She couldn't turn over even if she wanted to, but for the moment she was happy to simply remain where she was, simmering in the sensation of her heat finally fading inside her, filling her with simple warmth rather than that aggressive, bed-clawing urge. The only thing that snapped her out of it was the digital clicking sound of a phone camera, the flash reflecting off that coating of fluids clinging to her fur. She felt his palm on her hip, and she followed his urging and his shoving, managing to roll herself over with her help. All she could do was offer a dazed, fucked-stupid expression, a dumb little grin on her face while he snapped a few more photos of her, saving them just to remember how effectively he'd completely, utterly ruined her to the point of incoherence.

He probably could have got away with anything in those moments. A few commemorative photos seemed innocent. So too did him stretching out next to her, cuddling up to her well-creamed form and licking across her face. He took his time with that slurp, cleaning her up a bit, drinking the cum right off her drenched fur without seeming to mind. While he snuggled close, he breathed on her. Of course he did, but there was something different about it this time. There was something extra sweet, extra warm about his every breath, and she found herself turning her head towards him just to soak in that enticing aroma all the more. There was something arousing about it, even after all the pleasure he'd rutted into her, something that warmed her and wettened her a little more. But it was also relaxing, leaving her slumping deeper and deeper into the bed, making that simple mattress feel like the most comfortable thing she'd ever been sprawled on, enveloping her a little more with every slow puff in and out she took. It was only after several minutes of slipping into that those unusual sensations made sense.

It was difficult to fully comprehend when she was experiencing both afterglow and rising lust all over again, but she was smaller. Much smaller. When her eyes refocused and she blinked a few times, she realized she was looming there beside a lion the size of a mountain, the room like an expansive city to her once she'd been shrunken down to a mere six inches tall or so. She looked up at Michael, and saw him regarding her with a fiery glare, a grin on his lips, his tongue slipping out to run smoothly over his chops. He was drooling enough she could see the drops dripping down, his lips glistening, his tongue as big as a bed for her. When he spoke, his voice rumbled through her body, almost too loud to even listen to, leaving her frozen and stunned as he teased her from above.

"Oh, you're so cute like that. And I know you've got a little more to give me, don't you? Let's see if I can make you cum one more time... but you're going to have to trust me. I know what I'm doing."

She knew she probably should have come up with some sort of excuse to slip out of such a situation, but the best she could manage was some sort of mewl. It wasn't that her voice had been artificially taken away or anything. She was simply horny, her body still overtaking all common sense in pursuit of more, of every possible sensation she could squeeze from the encounter. No matter how dangerous it was getting. So she just squirmed there where she was stretched out, naked and soaked on the bed, hardly any bigger than his hand when he reached down to carefully wrap his fingers around her entire body. His grip encompassed her from shoulders to knees, pinning her arms to her side, preventing any sort of wriggling. But at least he was being gentle with her shrunken form, handling her with care, knowing that being just a little too rough could cause great injury. Though maybe she was a little less trusting when she saw him opening his mouth.

A feline yawn was always an impressive one, showing off those long teeth, that sleek gullet behind the rough pink tongue. His jaws were coated with saliva, running down his lower lip the longer he held his mouth open in that slick, sweet-smelling gape. He extended his tongue, loosening his fingers from around her, leaving her with the heart-stopping feeling of gravity taking over. But rather than fall, she instead found herself landing snugly atop his tongue, pulled inside in a single motion, his lips sealing down around her calves and ankles, holding her in place. All at once, she was finding herself immersed in the humid embrace of his maw, her tiny paws sticking out from between his lips, the flexing of his throat only faintly perceivable in the darkness, even for her keen eyes. Her vision was plenty blurred by then, going along with her generally broken condition, but she could certainly feel, especially when he got to working her with his tongue while he sucked on her entire body at once.

The sounds surrounding her, slurping and schlucking was nearly deafening, a chorus of slippery noise that echoed within sealed cavern that was the lion's mouth. Even so, she did catch a hint of that shutter clicking a few more times. That must have been quite the sight, that leopardess at his mercy, her paws framed between his lips, teetering on the edge of danger. She couldn't blame him for wanting to preserve such a moment, especially when he was so good with his tongue. It was one thing to get eaten out normally. Getting rubbed and soaked and massaged with a tongue the size of her entire body was bliss, leaving her writhing, kicking, shaking as she whimpered, letting him rub and grind that tingly texture over her whole front side, perking her breasts, letting her sex streak her thickening juices up and down his palate. Every time he sucked, he pushed her towards his gullet again, only to tug her back to safety, seemingly in control. The pleasure overwrote any fear of him accidentally swallowing her, leaving her a writhing mess, her moans echoing all around her, bouncing off the slick confines that surrounded her.

It was all too much to endure, especially once he was parting his jaws, mashing her up against the roof of his mouth with his tongue as if she were hard candy, soaking in his drool while he harshly stroked his tongue between her thighs. It was all on camera, the lion not just taking photos anymore, but recording video. That meant the sound of her shrunken mewls, of her desperately overwhelmed screams of climax that came from such a precarious licking, were all being captured. The leopardess came for him, hard, squirting out until her juices trickled clearly over his lower lip, mixing with his saliva as the taste of her cumming made him drool a bit. He slurped, he sucked, and just when she was about to come down from that yowling orgasm, he tilted his head straight back, closed his eyes, and gulped. And he caught the entire thing on video.

The rush of his throat rubbing on her body all the way down prolonged her peak as she plummeted, swallowed whole but hardly realizing it as she huffed and moaned her way to his stomach, gushing on her thighs, adding just a little extra lubrication to the gulp. Only when she squeezed past some resistance and found herself plopping to the bottom of his gut did she snap out of it, somewhat. She was still dazed, dizzy, disoriented, her head spinning as she tried to right herself in the slippery, slimy chamber. The anticipatory sound of a wet grumble from all around her told her she was in danger. But she was so numb, her senses so clouded by the natural ecstasy running through her system, she didn't even know what to do. As noisy as his belly was getting thanks to her squirming presence, she could still hear his voice.

"Mmmf! Fuck, yes, you tasted so good... I knew I needed you the second I saw you. Needed to eat you, that is. Nnngh, god, keep squirming like that. Faster..."

He spoke as if on the verge of climax, his cock throbbing so hard it was thumping against his belly, sending a resonant impact through his whole body that she could hear. His heart thudded in her ears, his lungs swelled and puffed, but above all those other internal processes was the constant gurgle as his belly walls began to ooze upon her. The hissing liquid itched at first, or mildly stung when it reached her more sensitive places. She closed her eyes to protect them, sealed her lips, but she couldn't protect the tender spot between her thighs, still overly sensitive after three explosive climaxes. It was enough to make her twitch and jump, splashing about in the rising liquid as his belly deafened her with the constant glrrrrn of activity, jostling up and with the vigorous motion of his arm.

Michael put one hand on his gut, feeling it rumbling beneath his palm, the faint impact of the leopardess smacking against the walls of the digestive prison something he could only barely feel. But that was enough to keep him going, his other hand wrapped firmly around his cock while it throbbed so hard he felt like it'd gained an inch. He was slathering the back of his hand in pre while he stroked himself off to the struggles of his prey, licking his chops and sucking on his tongue just to get the last of her flavour before launching into groaning, even growling moans. Arousal possessed him like a spirit, leaving him curling his toes into the floor, flexing his every muscle taut, shutting his eyes and focusing on the utter rush of pleasure that came with digesting a lovely, shrunken beauty alive and squirming. Every gurgle got him jerking faster, slapping his hand against his belly just to keep her struggling, even as that acid bath overtook her, leaving her barely able to keep her head above the surface.

"Fuck, Mahiri..." he groaned, his voice taking on a slight whimper, unable to even handle the forbidden delight of what he was doing. "Your tits felt amazing around my dick... your pussy was so tight... but you feel even better now. Fuuuuck... how can you possibly feel so good like this? It was like you were meant to end up in a gut."

The reality of the situation was only then starting to dawn on her. There wasn't much she could do about it. She could panic, and try to fight against his digestive process with nothing more than the strength of her shrunken body, but it was overpowering her, dunking her in the skin-searing acid again and again. She was hardly as pretty as she'd started, her fur and hair already worked free of her body, floating around in matted clumps as the fluids bubbled all around her. Her skin was burning, stripping from her body, breaking down layer after layer until things were getting bloody. It was inside her too, melting her from the inside out, softening her from top to bottom, starting to work away her extremities. She couldn't feel her fingers, toes, or tail, a merciful numbness spreading over her as her body shut out the misery of being digested alive, though the constant sound of sizzling like a heated skillet kept her from forgetting what was happening to her. But just in case she did, he made sure to spell it out.

"I can't wait to wear you... just a little fat on my body when I'm done," he managed to grunt, letting out a small snarl in the middle of his sentence while his stroking pace turned manic, pumping up and down so firmly his whole body was bouncing on the bed, making it squeak like they were fucking again. "Your wiggling feels so good, but you don't have to keep going. Just give up. Let me have you. I want you alllll to myself. Packed away where no one else will find you... where they'll never know who claimed you..."

What little willpower she had left fought on, refusing to simply collapse even as the damage to her body turned critical. She could feel the juices sloshing up and down, knowing he was jerking off to this, that every single motion, every fruitless effort to escape was only making him more excited. But she couldn't give up. Even while her skin burned from her, slowly starting to liquefy her entirely, she pressed against those walls, she fought and kicked, as if she might delay her own digestion through sheer defiance. Others would have passed out by then, but she remained conscious, her hopeless fight enduring a little longer, forcing him to keep edging, keep pumping at his cock until his pre was spurting out, hitting his belly, his chest, soaking him in the early signs of what was going to be a truly explosive climax, fuelled by the indulgent pleasure of ending such a lovely feline's life in his gut.

For all her efforts, she couldn't hold on forever. Not when she was being digested down to the bone. All the flesh, the meat was being stripped from her limbs, leaving her falling apart, breaking off at the seams. She was softened to the point of nearly liquid, the constant jostling enough to leave her pulling apart. Pieces of her were gone forever, chunks of leopard vanishing in the constant churn of acid all around her. She felt her breath leaving her, choked out of her as the air grew too caustic to breathe, much less to scream. She probably didn't have it in her anyway, left to simply slump down forward, sinking beneath the surface, her body stripped and melted down. What little remained of her intact muscle made for a few more violent twitches, completely involuntary, the last signals shooting through her nerves as she submitted to the lion's stomach, falling utterly still in time, nothing more than a digesting meal floating around in those harsh acids. That was when he came.

"Nngh, Mahiri! Fuck! Yes! You're, nnngh, you're mine!" he managed to get out through clenched teeth before climax overtook his body entirely.

Flinging himself back onto the bed, he sprawled out as he erupted, roaring his way through a climax that saw him pumping out enough cum to breed with a thousand cats in heat. He splattered himself, coating himself in a blanket of cum from belly to chest to face, matting down his mane and leaving himself to gargle what he couldn't keep out of his mouth. The room got plenty of it too, hitting the bed, the frame, the wall, even getting a few thick globs clinging to the ceiling before he was done. The whole thing lasted an unnaturally long time, that enduring memory of those fading sensations, of the life and warmth finally draining from the pretty leopard as he made her into his meal. He didn't bother to move much by the time he was done, only giving a little rumble of delight, his hand shaking when he reached down to stroke his belly, feeling the way it gurgled Mahiri into sludge to be passed through his intestines and absorbed. That was the kind of victory that deserved a good nap, something he was quick to succumb to as soon as he closed his eyes.

He worked her through his system as he slept, snoring some as he turned a brisk nap into a deep, overnight slumber. Nobody disturbed him as he snoozed off his meal. The club fell silent and people shuffled out, unaware that there was one less pretty girl leaving than had entered. He slept all the way to morning, finding himself gently awakened by his stomach's grumble, and he took the time to stretch and yawn his way through a nice morning routine, making sure he was fully awake before he bothered to check his gut. He was astonished just how much fat she'd given him for a shrunken meal. Maybe the calories were just concentrated into a smaller form. He was a mess, looking thicker and heavier all around, but especially around his middle where a soft paunch had formed overnight thanks to digesting that lovely leopardess. He gave his gut a firm slap, watching the way it wobbled, pressing his fingers into the added heft and softness as he explored his trophy weight. And if anyone might have wondered if he regretted such a permanent indulgence, the grin on his face indicated a decisive no.

"Hmf. You weren't exactly diet food, were you?" he muttered out loud, knowing only he could hear it. "Not that I'm complaining."

Another rumble told him it was time to visit the club's bathroom, to conclude Mahiri's journey through his body. She was completely gone, utterly ruined by his digestive system, every useful part of her absorbed and claimed by a hungry lion. Permanently. She never could have known to look at him. But he was planning it from the very start. A look at such a thickly-curved feline, and he was thinking about more than just fucking and breeding. He knew he needed her as fat upon his belly, and as long as he took care to sneak out and avoid the janitorial staff, no one would know it was him. They'd never guess that a missing kitty had been eaten. That was just unheard of. And search as they might, they were never going to find a trace, even if he was standing right next to them, his thickened gut still jiggling as he worked off the added pudge she'd given him.

Those pics and videos were going to be some valuable fap fuel in the future, relishing in those final moments of her existence, reliving the sensations of her sliding down his gullet, squirming in his stomach, and finally succumbing to the acid bath after a good struggle. She was going to make him cum, again and again, all thanks to her gruesome, awful end. Though he had to admit. Now that he had a taste for this, and knew just how incredible it could be with the right prey, he was going to have to do it to someone else. He wasn't sure if he could find another meal as satisfying as Mahiri, but he was going to have to try, eventually. His eyes narrowed at the thought, already preparing to size up everyone he saw as his next potential dinner, even as he licked the still-lingering taste of leopardess lust from his lips, the faded flavour making his cock twitch just a little. He'd always have the memory even after the fat burned off. She was his indulgence, his alone, and she was never coming back.