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Michael had never actually had a professional massage before. The idea made him a little uncomfortable, to be honest. Getting naked and letting a complete stranger touch him might have been pleasant and all, but it just wasn't something he felt like shelling out to experience for himself. It wasn't until Mahiri invited him over to the spa where she worked that he'd ever set foot in such a place. It made him feel a lot better about the whole naked rubbing thing when he knew the cat who was going to do it. Apparently she was so delighted to hear about how happy he'd made Keedee that she decided he needed some sort of gift as thanks. He'd never been rewarded for eating people before, but he rolled with it.

The lobby had a certain calming ambience to it that left him feeling like he could have just keeled over for a very sudden nap right there. Some soft music was faintly playing, and the constant trickle of a fountain was mesmerizing. Everything smelled deliciously of herbs and flowers too, and not in an overpowering way. It was a big place, somewhere just on the outskirts of the city, with several floors of relaxation and luxury in all forms. He felt as if he'd stepped into a world just a little unlike his own ever since coming through the front door, basking in the soothing glow that came over him under those tinted lights. It was starting to feel like just being in there was therapeutic all on its own. He was more than happy to wait while the leopardess finished up with her previous client.

He wasn't the only one waiting for his turn behind those closed doors, but nobody made a sound. It was as if they were statues in their seats, all of them taken in by the same exotic, calming atmosphere that had him feeling so content. The only one who was moving much was the dragoness behind the desk. A lovely ivory-coloured plump marshmallow of a receptionist, she was flitting her gaze his way every now and then, and didn't even hide it when he caught her looking. Now and then she offered him a warm smile, and he smiled back, but that was the extent to their flirting for the moment. He'd have to speak to her another time, because out came Mahiri, swishing along in a clean white robe, followed by a very relaxed-looking bull fellow. The big guy was a brute, much taller and heftier than Michael, but he looked like he was practically asleep on his feet with his eyes half-closed like that, dreamily plodding along, a contented smile on his face. For all his size, he'd been totally disarmed by that talented leopardess and her expert touches.

Michael had never actually seen her at work. Mahiri had a certain presence, standing there all wrapped up in her robe, her hair splayed out over her shoulders and as fresh as could be. She was like a softer, quieter version of herself, one who calmly beckoned to him when she saw him looking her way, rather than brightly calling out a greeting. He could already hear her rumbles from where he sat. They made him wish he'd learned how to make those sounds himself. She was walking backwards, swishing her tail, giving him an intensely focused look that left him losing himself in her emerald gaze. His body seemed to move without any sort of effort on his part. He simply followed her along as if enthralled, compelled by her silent guidance to move through that broad door and into the unknown.

She didn't say anything until she was at the entrance to her own private room. He followed her swinging tail, watching it go back and forth, listening to the vibrations she emanated as they worked their way through decorated hallways. The watercolour landscapes didn't do much to catch his eye when he had such a lovely leopard right in front of him. Despite her purring, he felt so loud compared to her, lumbering along with audible footsteps while she moved in absolute silence. It was all starting to feel like he was somehow the intruder, lured into the other cat's territory, a place where she was at utter ease while he was lost without her. He might have lost himself in the maze of hallways if he lost sight of the gentle cat. It was such a strange feeling to come over him when he was supposed to be relaxing, but he couldn't shake the weird vulnerability, at least not until he saw the room itself.

He wasn't sure what he expected exactly. Maybe a simple table with some towels and candles. What he didn't imagine was a workshop. Mahiri had all her stuff carefully organized, but not labelled. He wondered if that meant she knew it all by heart. Whether it was the racks of various glass vials, presumably oils and such, or the rainbow splash of scented candles to choose from, she had something ready for everyone. Every species, every preference, she knew them all, and she didn't even have to ask. The table was in the middle, a great, padded, adjustable thing with all sorts of levers attached to it. He thought it more resembled a workbench at first, for all its features, but the thick padding was more than welcoming. Not a moment inside, and she was straight to work, laying out the towels, lighting the correct combination of candles, and selecting the proper oils. He wasn't even sure what the scent soon billowing from that flickering flame was, but he knew that it was perfect for him. Something smooth, sultry, a bit spicy, it awoke all manner of feelings in his chest, ensuring he forgot all about his unfamiliarity with his surroundings and trusted her. It might have been some sort of magic, for all he knew.

The only thing he wasn't sure of was what to do. He continued standing, watching the cat getting her things ready, putting everything exactly in place. When she was done, she turned to him with a bit of dramatic flourish and held her hands out, gesturing to the table. She still didn't say anything, wearing that confident smirk. It was far more focused, more professional than he'd ever seen her, to the point he waffled for a moment, looking back and forth between her and the table and finally just clambered up onto it to stretch right out. That was the only thing that finally broke her from her silence, evoking the softest chuckle as she patted him on the shoulder.

"Clothes on? Michael, you know you don't need to be modest around me."

Her voice was so disarmingly gentle that he didn't immediately respond. She'd found a lower, softer register to speak in, sounding as if she were filtering every word through her purrs.

"Oh, uh. I didn't want to presume." Her confidence was leaving him fumbling for some reason. Did she ever blink? "Never done this sort of thing before. What do people usually wear?"

"Whatever they like. Or nothing. That's fine too. I prefer it, really."

She said as if it was the most mundane of things. It was probably more practical that way. He felt silly getting right back up after stretching out like that, but it was better than wriggling out of his pants while lying down. His eyes were on her the whole time. She hadn't moved much, standing by the table, stroking the towels down flat. There was something strangely intense about seeing her like that. Gone were her usual chatterboxy ways, replaced instead by a more sultry, pantherine demeanour. She was on the one hand so quiet and gentle with her every movement that it was easy to relax around her, but there was also something about seeing her like that that got his heart pumping a little harder. She was like a big cat crouched down and waiting to pounce - motionless, patient, utterly focused on her goal. But it was probably just her being professional. He stripped his top off and placed it on a nearby chair along with his glasses, soon following with his pants. After a moment's consideration, he kept on going, stepping out of his boxers too, getting totally naked in front of her. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd seen him like that.

He had to wonder if it was okay to get turned on during a massage. Mahiri was never the sort to shy away from anything sexual, but surely there were rules. At least she was mostly covered up, with that snug robe mostly concealing the finer details of her curves. But it wasn't just her body. The whole situation was strangely arousing to him. He was entirely at the mercy of her expertise. For all he knew she might have left him paralyzed with a single touch. That was probably a silly thought, but she was exuding an aura of such concentration, such oddly intense focus that she was like an assassin for his muscle tension. He stretched out again, repeating the same motion, getting comfy on the towel, face-down. His tail twitched a little as she moved around him. Just what was she up to? She was circling, not even touching him yet, more just examining him from every angle in utter silence, but for her purring. That was a constant around her, but it was especially strong then.

The sound of her slicking up her fingers and palms was comparatively deafening in the void of near-silence that existed in that room. She was vigorously rubbing her hands together with all sorts of lewd, sloppy noise. The scent of that oil hit his nose, and made him huff deeply. He couldn't describe it. There was something flowery about it, something gentle and feminine that was getting his chest rumbling, almost making him growl. There was a lusciously feminine aroma to go along with the leopardess' own, leaving him fighting against his own body as lust started to creep into his senses. He could feel it starting up all his engines, working through his muscles, making his sheath twitch. Maybe a massage wasn't exactly what he needed right that moment, he briefly thought, but as soon as she laid her hands on him he changed his mind.

It wasn't a rubbing, it was a healing. He was in the span of two seconds convinced she was working an actual miracle upon his shoulders. It wasn't that she was exceptionally strong or forceful, but rather so supremely precise that she knew exactly how to manipulate and stimulate his muscles to release all the tension from them at once. At first he thought she'd paralyzed him, but he could still feel his arms. His fingers twitched as she worked down to his biceps, kneading in deft, talented ways, letting him feel as if he was being reset to factory settings as years of muscle and strain and tightness melted from him all at once. She was merciless, working slowly, yet so viciously attacking every discomfort, every source of pain that existed in his upper half, treating him like he were nothing more than her tawny-coloured dough to knead and shape to her liking.

"Ohhhh ..." came his groan, just spilling out of him, uncontrollable.

"Just relax," she assured him, even while it felt like she was putting her hands right through him.

"I'm trying ..."

"Shhhhh."

He felt compelled to listen when she shushed him, closing his mouth and trying not to make too much noise. She worked his back, his shoulders, leaving him feeling as if he were a glacier being slowly thawed, warmth springing to his every nerve when she was done with any particularly tender part of him. It felt wonderful to have her digging her hands into his fluffy mane, working his jaw, his cheeks, the back of his ears. That oil had a way of gliding right over his fur, without making him feel damp or otherwise unpleasant, and that fragrance was still as enticing as ever. As was hers, but he kept that to himself. In fact, he was feeling rather proud of just how well-behaved he was being, staying soft and hiding how much he was enjoying her presence along with her touches. He even kept from making any sort of comment when she slipped down to his lower back, working just above his waistline, then lower, then lower still until she was squeezing his butt as professionally as possible.

She lingered there just a while, sending waves of relief all the way down to his toes, making him curl them and twitch his tail just a bit. Then on she went, getting to the back of his thighs, feeling over all the muscle there. She knew how well-built he was of course, but it was something more intimate than just stroking or admiring. Digging deep into his bulk like that let her really get a feel for his strength, and he found himself going a little hot in the cheeks, feeling a little pride as she worked along those muscular legs of his. She kept on massaging until she reached his feet, and she didn't spare those either. A squish of two fingers against and then between his smooth, bare pads and she made his claws pop out. A smooth brush along the sides of his paws and then upwards again, and eventually she tapped him on the hip. It was the first of her touches in several minutes - or had it been hours in that nearly comatose state of delight? - that didn't feel incredible, instead pressing on him with a certain urgency.

"Turn over," she said, and he did.

That of course meant he was fully exposed to her, vulnerable to whatever she wished to do. He saw her face looming above through half-closed eyes, a little smile on his face. She raised her hands like she were casting a spell on him, and then blessed him with that divine touch one more. This time she was kneading his pecs, really getting deep into those finely-shaped muscles, swirling her fingers along the divots of his abs. As much as she was incapacitating him with that deep-tissue massage, she still made him feel like a stud, rubbing him like that. Every muscle, every little detail, some of which he didn't even know about, got its own moment in the spotlight, so to speak. She worked him from top to bottom all over again, brushing down his thighs, then shifting back up and laying her palms flat on both of them. It felt as if he was drifting away on a cloud, like he'd become entirely weightless, with that chorus of delighted tingles coursing through his body. He could have settled down for a nap after a mere fifteen minutes on her table, but the gentle timbre of her voice kept him from closing his eyes all the way.

"So, Michael, I'll have you know I'm a professional."

He wasn't sure what she could have possibly meant by that.

"Uh huh?"

"When I get a client in here, it's for a massage. I take what I do very seriously."

"Right. Yeah." He vaguely nodded, raising his head just a little to regard her. She was smiling in a way that just screamed devious.

"That's what they're paying for, after all. But. Since you're not paying for this session, I can consider it personal time, in a way. Which means, basically, I get to do whatever I want."

Her smirk grew. He reflected it, though tentatively. She was going to have to explain better than that, and she did.

"Keedee hasn't stopped going on about what a great time she had. It was really sweet of you to basically make all her dreams come true like that. I wanted to do something for you in return." She gave a chuckle, which though soft, was the loudest sound he'd heard her make all day. "Or that's my excuse anyway."

"I mean, it wasn't like I didn't enjoy it too. You didn't have to -"

Her movement wasn't abrupt, but instead a steady, focused shift of one hand from his thigh to his sheath, but it was still enough to silence him. He gasped out as if she'd just done the most scandalous thing in the world. All at once, his pent-up arousal, that lust he'd been pushing down for the sake of decency, came pouring out for her. He was firming up in her gasp, pressing out on her lightly squeezing fingers, offering his entire length for her to play with in a matter of seconds. All she had to do was touch, and he was right along with her, happy to let her do whatever she liked. A single stroke, getting his dick glossy with that fine aromatic oil, and he was already moaning for her.

"Ohhhh. That's what you're getting at," he rumbled, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling while she started toying with him. "Go onnnnn."

Something as simple as a slow, tender handjob was an experience when it was coming from her. The lubrication only made it better, letting her expert fingers slide up and down his shaft, producing such a pleasant schlicking noise. She worked slowly, almost tauntingly so, pressing her thumb to the tip of his shaft to wipe off the pre that was already forming there. It was an impressive bead, one that mixed in with the rest of the fluids coating her digits, helping her work and massage him until he felt like he might climax right here on her table from nothing more than a few firm strokes. She worked just a little faster as she felt him tensing again, feeling him flexing and pulsing, balls and abs alike going tight. Then she left him just like that, throbbing away, arching his back with the need rumbling through him, dripping from his pink tip. He couldn't even find the strength to get up and ravage her like she probably wanted. At least she didn't neglect him for long. All it took was a quick toss of her robe's sash, and it was falling from her shoulders, crumpling around her feet and leaving her fully naked before his eyes. There was nothing underneath but for her bare spots, and she was soon swishing, swaying, and toying with herself to show off those ample curves. That sharply flirty expression, teeth slightly bared, never left her face.

"I just want to spoil you, Michael. I'm sure you deserve it. And you really can't stop me." Her grin was getting broader.

"I'm not sure why I would."

A squishing grip of her own breasts tantalized him, but it was even better when she was slipping close to envelop his shaft in her cleavage. He hardly had time to gasp before she was squeezing those plump kitty tits around his cock, letting him bury himself balls-deep between them, holding so tightly his throbs made them jiggle slightly. She looked right into his eyes as she nestled him snugly into her cleavage, letting him mat down her chestruff with the mess she was milking out of him. She kept her grip tight, digging her digits into those malleable mounds, leaving the lion to lounge back, clutching his head, running his fingers through his own mane as she smoothly spoiled him with a sleek, warm titfuck. The rumbling in her chest only added to it, leaving him moaning out loud, getting good and rumbly with some of that impressive lion noise while she jiggled up and down, rising and falling with her whole body just to make sure every stroke was as pleasurable as possible. He had to watch her, but he wasn't returning her glinting gaze. Instead, he was staring at her tits, biting his lip as he watched her work them up and down, admiring their every jiggle, bounce, and squish as she massaged his whole dick in the fluffy valley between them. She wasn't stopping or slowing, even as he started twitching his way back to that peak she'd so swiftly granted him.

"Ah! Mahiri, do you mind if ..."

He could barely get his words out, his breath caught in his throat, his whole body doing a poor job of responding to him. All he could do was remain sprawled out, squirming on that massage table, thrusting up into the leopard's cleavage while she pumped herself up and down his length with that fiery look on her face.

"Cum on my tits, Michael."

She wasn't granting him permission. She was telling him what to do, and he had to admit to himself that he liked it. Not that there was much time to consider it. All she had to do was say those four perfect words, and he was doing exactly what she wanted with hardly a moment to spare. A big thrust of his hips, a suppressed snarl that almost escalated into a roar before he fought it down, and he was snorting, grunting, puffing, and cumming. It wasn't just a regular shot, but a thick blast that struck her smack in those elegant features, splattering her face before she slipped back and made sure to catch his trajectory just right. She wasn't even touching him anymore, but she was still going off, still giving her those spurts she desired. He was laying them all over that fine pair, marking them down, soaking them, leaving them dribbling with a deliciously attractive creampie. And Mahiri was more than happy to just sit back and wear it for a while, giving herself another squeeze, pressing her tits together around that load of lion seed with a positively sinful squelch.

"Ahh ... fuck. That was a hell of a happy ending," he panted once he came down from that ecstatic high.

"Ending?" She gave a dangerous-looking smirk. He still could swear she'd been replaced by someone else, with those sharp, subtly vicious expressions on her face. "No, no. Your hour's not nearly up. And I think I'm going to take a little overtime today."

She was dripping his cum when she climbed up on top of him, but she didn't let that temper just how elegant she looked, sitting there on his partly softened cock. He was firming up again for her after a few seconds to recover. That feline stamina was going to be an asset, it seemed. Though she wasn't aiming for penetration, instead just sliding back and forth, riding his dick as she glossed it across her sleek lips. He could feel the wetness of her lust painting his cock, smearing it in her juices, leaving him warm, hard, ready to fuck her as hard as she wanted. But he still found himself oddly pinned to the table. There was nothing actually keeping him there. His arms still worked, and he wasn't being hypnotized or anything. He simply found himself too enticed by the leopard's unexpected burst of confidence and control to bother taking charge. She didn't intimidate him, she fascinated him.

Soon she left his hips, and instead was crawling across him, looking like a beast as she arched her back and stretched across his body. She might have been smaller than him, but she was a blanket across his bare chest, smothering him in her embrace. But she just kept moving, never seeming content with any position, until she finally got her knees down on either side of his head. A little scoot and she immersed him in her sex, shoving hard, letting his nose vanish right inside of her. A deep huff of her scent left him swimming in those pheromones, feeling her radiant need washing through him. She didn't let him up. Much of her weight came down directly on his face as she squeezed his head between her thighs, getting him snug and intimate with her pussy, insistently grinding against his lips until he got to licking. It was an automatic reaction, and not one he regretted, once he was indulging in the taste of horny leopardess, swiping up that flavour from her folds, burrowing deep inside just to hear the way she rumbled.

He was used to hearing her yowl, but the snarling was new. It was subtle, but still an imposing statement while she sat comfortably on his muzzle. She was just as precise with her fingers once she started digging them into his mane. A good grip at his lion fluff kept her in place, riding him, grinding on his whole face while he did his best to keep up, eating her out, penetrating her, letting the texture of his tongue press deep inside those puffy, tender folds. He was barely able to keep up with his breath while he pumped in and out, tonguefucking her at full speed, listening to the sounds of slurping mix in with her rising growls. She arched her back and opened his jaws wide, baring her curved fangs with a suppressed roar. It wasn't the full strength of the sound, but in the silence of the spa, it might as well have been an explosion, bellowing out of her like she was set to erupt.

She didn't cum riding his tongue like that, but she made sure to make the most of it, squashing herself down hard on his muzzle as if to claim his whole mouth for herself. He eventually had to reach up and grip her on the hips, bracing her so she didn't hurt him, such was her eager, relentless aggression. Her growls sounding like someone sawing through boards, in and out while she smothered him, keeping him trapped, squeezing around his skull. There was strength in those legs the likes of which he had never even noticed before. The kitty was so soft, so cute and curvy, that the last thing he expected was to feel her muscles clamping down on him. It all served to make her tighter around his muzzle, rubbing slickly back and forth, keeping him submerged in her scent and taste to the point of nearly drowning. And it all had him pulsing hard, his cock shooting some thin streams straight up into the air, just waiting for her to finally tire of his tongue and take him for a ride.

Her flavour lingered in his senses even once she was off of him. She had her hands on his chest again, stroking up and down. Even in a casual gesture like that, she couldn't help but display some of her expertise, working and kneading deeply into his pecs before just planting her palms right there, bracing herself, straightening her back. A sway of her hips had her wriggling back to his cock, letting him see again once he was finished gasping. There were plenty of her juices clinging to his lips, running down his chin, making sure he knew precisely how aroused she was with all those pheromones dancing on his tongue. With her still growling like she was, showing her teeth, looking like she'd been possessed by the spirit of one of her much more feral ancestors, he wasn't going to keep her waiting. He laid his hands on her hips, only to feel her tug them right back off, taking him by the wrists and laying them at his sides. That was a surprise, but he followed his direction, remaining all stretched out, a grin on his face, watching her as she took him over.

"I told you," she began, her tone firm, but quiet, interspersed with those arousingly threatening rumbles. "Just relax."

There was something so commanding in the way she said it that he sincerely believed, at least for a moment, that he was in danger if he didn't do what she told him. He loved it. His hands were shaking with the effort to keep from just reaching up and grabbing her. He wanted nothing more than to pounce her, pin her, rut her silly. But his patience was soon rewarded when she glazed the tip of his dick across her pussy, getting him soaked in the mess she'd made of herself in her sheer, unceasing lust. Michael had to bite his lip, his eyes narrowing, but not closing as he looked up and down that elegant leopardess, naked and dripping his cum, her plush tits marked down by his orgasm. He was ready for another, already holding back, not wanting to blow before he was even inside of her. A nudge, a slow, circular rub, and finally she was spreading those petals around the spire of his shaft, sinking down smoothly, one inch at a time, letting him feel that deep, clenching need wrapped around his cock. She wasn't letting go until he gave her what he wanted.

Leaning forward, she let strands of lion jizz drip from her tits, her rear finally thudding to his balls as she took him fully inside. He looked into her eyes, finding them glinting along with her teeth. The light was low and the candles were flickering, swaying with the force of her first rise and fall. She slipped slowly to his tip, then came thumping down on him again. The impact ejected a deep growl from her throat, and he got to watch it jiggle all through her assets and curves, wobbling her in the soft places, bouncing her breasts up and down. At first she was giving him a smile, but it curved and transformed before his eyes as she rose up again and came down harder, faster. For such a soft cat, she had an athletic ability that surprised him. He didn't see any fatigue on her face when she upped the pace to a steady, pounding rhythm, smacking down on him again and again while her juicy curves jiggled with every stroke. He found himself getting drowned out by her snarls, hardly able to respond back when he was so busy gasping, groaning out every time she sank all the way down on his dick again.

That snug sleeve of her pussy massaged him just as well as her hands had worked over his muscles. She was squeezing down, exercising those kegels, kneading him in ways he didn't even know were possible. He had to huff at the thought that she'd never shown off any of those talents when he was on top. She'd been rather lazy by comparison when he was pounding her! But he wasn't going to complain when she was pleasuring him so perfectly, leaving him making all kinds of silly lion noises, none of which were particularly impressive. He rowled and he grunted, snorting out with delight, squinting at her. As much as he wanted to shut his eyes tight, he couldn't bear to take his eyes off of her for a moment. Not because she was looking so fierce with her teeth out like that, lunging forward every time she bought her thick ass down on his thighs. It was just Mahiri after all - there was nothing to fear. Instead, he was so fixated on watching her because she looked absolutely majestic, bouncing on his dick like that, trembling, snarling, flinging his cum all over their surroundings as her tits wildly shook all throughout the relentless ride. She never seemed to get tired, but she did have a breaking point with that lion cock driving into her clenching cunt over and over.

He felt her quivering around him first, and soon after came those yowls he knew well. She fell from snarling and into those leopardess whimpers once she was squeezing and contracting around him, trembling internally. She was wetter, hotter, tighter, until it all came out like a detonation of sound. He knew she could roar, but she'd never done it in his face like that. Her jaws were stretched open wide enough he could see the back of her throat, gaping as she blasted him with pure aural force, leaving him flattening his ears as she rustled his mane with that extended bellow. It all went along with her gushing on him, soaking his nuts in leopard juices, flowing over his groin, leaving him shining. It was the perfect moment to cum inside of her, and with her palms pressed down hard on his chest, pinning him in place, all he could do was squirm and try to thrust at least a little, keeping himself balls-deep in slick cat snatch as he blazed over the edge and went soaring.

Michael was a little embarrassed he didn't manage to roar back at her. Instead, something kind of like a sleepy groan escaped his mouth, which wasn't nearly as impressive as the sound she'd made. Even so, he made up for it by absolutely flooding her with jizz, pouring it all out inside of her, drenching her womb and thighs alike when it was simply too much for one cat to hold. She was filled, sloshing, splattering, getting her thighs wet with the thick cream, and he just couldn't stop. He was almost alarmed when her tight pussy milked out enough that he felt like he'd shot right into a second orgasm, right after the first, pulling his balls taut until he felt tension in his taint from the sheer strain of pumping all that seed into the leopard. This time, he really did shut his eyes, letting touch and taste alike guide him, keeping him hard even as he got slightly sore. When he finally came crashing down from that devastating high, he was left with his tongue hanging from his mouth, his eyes closed, and the silliest smile on his face. It wasn't unlike an expression he'd seen Mahiri wearing when he was done with her, normally. This time it'd been her turn to fuck him stupid.

He didn't open his eyes for a while. It was much better to just savour in the afterglow. The pre-coitus massage had only ensured that settling down into that glimmering state of relaxation that followed as like melting into a puddle. Every bit of tension was once more released as she loudly slipped off his shaft and left it to flop down on his belly with a wet sound. He felt like he might not ever be horny again, for how satisfied he was. Panting, sweating some, and generally rumbling, he mingled with her purrs as best he could, imitating them with an intentional sound deep in his throat. It was more like a gurgling, really, but it was close enough. He could feel her breathing on him, sweet as their surroundings, puffing straight down his throat as he left his jaws open wide. She wasn't even panting much anymore, instead slowly exhaling in a big sigh over his face, letting him steam in the heat of her breath. It felt ... familiar, in a way.

"I told her I was going to do it." Mahiri was speaking slowly, carefully. "She didn't believe me."

Something didn't add up. Why wouldn't someone believe Mahiri when she said she was gonna get fucked by some guy? She seemed plenty good at that. But as she leapt her way off of him and left him stewing in his contentment, she moved quicker, less relaxedly. She all but dashed across the room while he waited, audibly retrieving a glass bottle of some sort. More oils? He was pretty sure he was all massaged out, but after such an experience, he was open to her suggestions. There was still no particular need for him to move, or even open his eyes. He waited while she pulled the cork out of that unseen vial, and gave it a few shakes. Rather than lubing up his hands, she instead was dabbing some drops right onto his outstretched tongue, and into his open mouth. He was swallowing it without thinking, finding it more or less tasteless, though he had to wonder what on earth she'd just fed him. Snapping his eyes open, he sat up some and turned his head to stare at her. She was grinning so broadly and wildly it would have made Keedee proud.

"Do what, exactly? What was that you just gave me?"

"A gift I picked up recently." She didn't stop beaming. "Looks like it's already working!"

"Working? I don't ..."

There was no need to finish his sentence. He heard it in his voice before he felt it. Every word was pitched up just a little, and then there was that curious feeling of falling into himself, as if the floor had just opened up beneath him. It all left him fumbling and flopping over on the massage table, looking up at a leopardess who was looming above him, comparatively taller by the second. Whatever it was, it worked fast. One moment and the lion was taking up the whole table, and a few seconds later he was staring up at a towering cat the size of a mountain, while he stood there all disoriented and shaky on his feet, shrunken down to a size no larger than six inches tall. Small like that, there was no escape to the floor. It might as well have been a canyon.

"Hey! Wait, that's not how this goes!" he complained. His voice was all wrong, but he didn't let that bother him.

Mahiri didn't say anything. She was rumbling again. A lick over her lips and her exposed teeth left them shining in the candlelight for how much saliva she was producing. He didn't get all of a single step back before she snatched him up in a swift but gentle grip, hauling him into the air with ease, cupping him in her palm. There was no choice but to go along, unless he wanted to put the old adage of cats always landing on their feet to the ultimate test. All he could do was sit and observe her gleam at him, bobbing her head back and forth, lashing her tail so hard it was audibly whipping against her back. He had to admit - she really looked like a leopardess in those moments. The ferocity on her face, with her lips curled back, her forehead scrunched, and that look like green lightning in her eyes, it added up to a particularly vicious impression. A good act, at least. He folded his arms.

"Come on, Mahiri. We both know this isn't your thing. Very funny though. Are you going to change me back now or?"

Her response was nothing more than another lick over her chops. She took this one slower, really dragging out the indulgent motion, letting spit flick out and hit him in the face. He wiped it from his mane and blinked, watching her carefully. There was tension in her body. She was wrapping her fingers around him again, pressing down more tightly, leaving him just a little short of breath. Then she was lifting him higher and higher, bringing him closer to her dripping tongue. He'd never seen her drool that much. It was unbecoming. But that didn't stop her from pressing his face right into the middle of that textured slurper, dragging him up and down until she'd downed him from mane to chest with a harsh, thorough sample of his flavour. Only then did his expression change from amused but defiant to something more stunned, refusing to believe what he was finally realizing was true.

"You wouldn't really ..."

"I woullld though." She somehow managed to put an extended rumble into a word that didn't even have an 'r' in it, the bass vibrating through his bones. "It's about time I got you back for this isn't it?"

"You like it though." His voice was very small.

"Not the point!" She grinned so suddenly he heard her teeth clack together, just in front of his face. "God, Kee is just gonna gush when I tell her about this. Actually, better idea."

Michael's head was spinning from the flurry of activity as she turned to set him down on a countertop, and moved to retrieve her phone from a drawer. He looked down to consider whether he might be able to make the leap to the floor, but it was no good. Instead, he was left to watch her frantically tapping a message, before he heard a tinny ringing noise coming from the small speaker. Soon after, there was a familiar voice. Keedee gave a great yawn on the other side of the call while Mahiri beamed at the screen.

"What? What's going on? What's such a big deal?" The hyena didn't sound annoyed in the slightest. She was already giggling with excitement.

"I got him."

Mahiri turned her phone so that it captured the shrunken lion sitting there, waiting for the leopardess to change him back. The cackling almost blew out the device's speaker.

"Yessss! Oh my god you have to do it do it oh my god ... " came the hyena's babbling.

"I'm going to. I already got a good taste."

"Yeah, I can tell! You still got cum on your tits!"

"Mmf, you should have seen it ... but at least you get to watch this part."

Mahiri found a proper spot to prop up her phone, creatively wrapping it in a towel so it'd stand and see the whole thing. Now Michael had to deal with two big grins pointed at him, watching Keedee staring through the phone, barely dressed and already wiggling where she was sprawled across the bed. The video of her was vibrating, and he could vaguely hear a distinct schlicking coming from the other side. It'd been all of ten seconds, and she was already fingering herself. He just wished he could see, but he'd have to settle for her face, watching the pleasure tweaking at her expression, twitching in the corners of her mouth. It was enough of a distraction that he didn't notice the giant leopardess sneaking up on him until she grabbed him off the desk and hauled him into the air once more. He could barely flail in her grasp, feeling her fingers constricting up tight. She could have crushed him at that size, but she was at least careful enough to keep from hurting him. He was left confronting her teeth once more.

Keedee was pretty much just screaming by then. It was mostly laughter, but she couldn't contain herself, whooping and shrieking with delight at what she was seeing. He might have been hurt that she'd be so turned on by bad things happening to him, but he understood. It was all wrong, such a turn of events, that it was naughty. But he still wasn't convinced Mahiri would really do it, until he saw her jaws gaping wide open once more. This time she didn't hesitate.

"Wait wait, Mahiri, this isn't what happens to lions!" he fussed, but that complaint was soon muffled by her tongue squishing in his face.

He could feel her lower lip beneath him as he slipped across it, delving deeply into her open maw one push at a time. She didn't stuff him so much as she sucked him, slurping him like a fluffy noodle, dragging him along the surface of her tongue the entire time. Everything about it was stimulating, leaving the lion slathered and tingling as he got dragged smoothly inwards, bathing in her hot breath and letting it swelter over his naked body. Was this how it always felt for the people he swallowed? It was like being locked in a sauna, one whose walls were soft, wet, and kneading all around him in deep, slurping suckles that kept the saliva splashing and soaking into his fur. The sounds were truly something. A steady, sloppy schlurp echoed deafeningly in his ears, leaving him numb and dizzy as his head rang like a bell.

The only respite was when she opened her mouth to show off the lion dwelling there, trapped between her lower canines, framed perfectly for the giggle-monster on the other side of the call to see. She screeched. Just seeing Micahel like that was too much. A fumbling sound came through the speaker as Keedee dropped her phone on her face in her excitement, wriggling about until she finally got it into a proper position beside her. That was a better look at her whole naked body, all stretched out on her bed, starting to finger and toy with herself. The sight of the lion who'd eaten her himself getting eaten by a leopard was enough to drive her to fondling her clit, to thrusting, humping, and finally penetrating herself with one, then two firm digits. That indulgent schlicking was on full display for Michael right up to the point Mahiri dipped him back inside, closing her lips around his thighs, giving him a good, juicy squeeze between her palate and her tongue until drool was overflowing over her chin.

"Mmmmm," came that thunderous moan for the leopard's, rumbling all around the lion's head, filtered through his spit-drenched mane. "You taste good, lion. You say this isn't how it works ... but why are you such a little treat like this, then? All caramel brown and gold - you've always looked like dessert and you know it."

Even in a shrunken form, Michael still had all those muscles. He had to wonder if Mahiri had underestimated him. Shoving his palms flat against the roof of her mouth, he started shoving, putting all his power into prying her maw open. Maybe that wouldn't actually accomplish anything towards his escape plans, but it would certainly prove a point. He strained until his arms were shaking, grunting, even growling, listening to his own tiny voice echoing within that wet cave of mawflesh. But in the end, all it took was a little swipe of her tongue to stuff him into one of her cheeks, letting it bulge with her trapped prey, helping to spread his flavour all throughout his mouth. She was plenty muffled, speaking like that, but she still managed to get her words out for her captive and her audience alike.

"You know. A lion like you, getting eaten by a leopard ... aren't you supposed to be the big dominant apex predator here? How will you ever live this one down?" She giggled to herself for a moment. Keedee's incessant laughter was contagious. But one wet swallow of all that pent up saliva and she did her best to stay serious. "Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe this gulp should be your last, and you'll live out as fat on my tits for good. Because I know a nutritious stud like you is going straight to these."

She made a show of squeezing deep into her plump breasts, smearing his cum everywhere. They were already heavy enough. Another layer, another cup size, and they were just going to be burdensome. His cheeks were blazing. She wouldn't really. No way would she actually keep him. That was against the law! And, like, he was pretty sure she liked him too much for that. But lingering there, trapped in her mouth, dodging her teeth as she kneaded him from all sides, lightly nibbling him. Even sealed there in her mouth, her lips shut, he could still hear the giggling coming through the phone. He wasn't even sure what those meant anymore. Was Keedee alarmed, worried for him, or absolutely delighted at the thought of watching him slip down that feline gullet and vanish for good? He was pretty sure he could still hear her playing with herself too, but that might have just been the sound of Mahiri's tongue rubbing over his fur. The leopardess went on, rumbling lower than ever before.

"I don't have to get you brought back, you know. It's such a pain. Going down the street, and all that. Maybe I should just relax and sleep for a while. Let people admire how thick I got. I can always do it later. If I feel like it."

She yawned her mouth open wide, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of freedom, but that was the most he was going to get. He didn't even get so far as reaching out for the light before she clacked her teeth shut again, sealing him behind them. They were dangerously close to his feet and the tuft of his tail like that. One squirm too many and she might have bitten right into him at that moment. She wasn't even being careful with him anymore. He felt her tongue gathering between his legs, stuffing him towards the back of her throat, teasing him closer and closer to those constricting muscles. She gave him a few sample gulps, letting him hear that colossal sound echoing up her gullet, working as if practicing for the big swallow to come. All the while, she was tilting her head back a little more each time, letting him slide and scramble on her scratchy tongue, the slippery coating ensuring the rough texture did nothing to slow his descent.

When he felt the grip of her throat around his head, he knew it was a matter of seconds. He could feel them ticking down in his head. She was building to it, flexing, pushing her tongue between his thighs, letting gravity pull him over the darkened threshold. Then it came. All at once, she gulped, she squeezed him, she dragged him right into her throat and turned him from a lion into a shapely neck-bulge beneath her white fur. She gulped him down in a single go, rolling her body with the motion. Mahiri was undulating to a predatory rhythm, letting the sensation seize her, treating him to a moan that rolled through her body, all the way down. He could hear her heartbeat pounding, along with the other inner workings of her hungry body, but much of it was drowned out by that singular, enduring expression of pure pleasure that took hold of her as she sent the lion to her stomach.

A resounding splash sealed the deal. She'd eaten him. It wasn't fair. She wasn't even a predator! At least not usually. Nonetheless, he was at the mercy of her belly, and the gurgling blorp of welcome told him she wasn't holding back. Not two seconds of splatting down to the bottom of her gut, and it was already slopping over him with those hungry juices, soaking him in enzymes, getting ready to digest him down to part of her luscious, curvy body. Judging by how empty it was in there, she'd been waiting for this. It wasn't a spur of the moment decision. She'd been fasting in preparation of digesting him. And he'd gone right ahead and wandered into the den of a hungry leopardess, ignoring what he now realized were obviously hungry stares, content in his mind that he simply wasn't prey. Well, he certainly churned like he was.

"Oooh, Michael. Why didn't you tell me how good it felt to eat you? You're such a good belly-stuffer than I just have to ... I got to..."

She trailed off with a yowl, hopping back up on her own massage table, spreading her thighs as she stretched out and joined Keedee in the frantic fingering. For a masseuse, it was a sloppy job. She was simply plunging those digits in and out, pounding herself, getting herself slick to the wrist as she shot her juices forth from sheer arousal. Keedee was watching the whole time, cumming, screaming like the maniac she was, creaming herself silly just to the sight of Mahiri rubbing her belly while she schlicked herself to climax. Kee couldn't even see Michael in there, but she knew, and that was enough. She knew that every moment passing was one the lion got a little weaker, a little softer, and a little less handsome as those inner acids did their gradual work on his impressive mane and fur. He was already slathered down in them, and he could feel the juices working overtime, digesting him faster than was ever natural. Mahiri had spent so much time anticipating digesting him that she was working overtime to get the deed done. She needed to claim him, and it wasn't going to be long.

"Unnnh ..."

For all her snarling, fearsome dominance, the leopardess' orgasmic cry was a whimpered one, escaping through clenched teeth as she gushed to the feeling of the lion fading within her. He was slumping, sinking, letting the fluids overtake him as he slowed his struggles. There was nothing left. She was working him down so rapidly, so smoothly, that he couldn't hold on anymore. He didn't want to. There was something there, something he'd never admit, that left him with a feeling he could barely even describe. It felt good to submit to her, in short. To sink down and digest into nothing more than another meal for that soft, usually gentle cat was a forbidden pleasure a lion like him was never supposed to enjoy. That was what made it such a treat, and left him fading to black in peace amid a troubled sea of aggressive belly grumbles. In time they'd pull him apart and melt him down, sending him deep through the satisfied leopard's system. The feeling kept her rumbling as she flopped down flat on her own table after a lazy towelling off herself and her surroundings, leaving Kee to watch her slipping into a nap. The hyena never ended the call. Not when she had those delightful gurgles to listen to.

Kee was still on the other end when Mahiri woke up, several hours later. She'd probably missed an appointment or two, but nobody had bothered to disturb her. Maybe they'd peered in and spotted her in the middle of what was very definitely a triumphant predator's nap. The constant rumble of her stomach had faded to near silence after the first hour, but it persisted all throughout the process. Rising swiftly was never Mahiri's thing, and she took her time sitting up, smacking her chops, and slipping into some elegant stretches just to get all the cricks out of her joints. She was already noticing the extra padding. Somehow, it was exactly as she told him. Digesting that lion over a course of a few hours was giving her some added fat, but it wasn't on her hips, her thighs, or her belly, at least not visibly so. Everything she'd gleaned from melting Michael down had gone directly to her tits. She couldn't keep her hands off them for long.

Moving over to lean in to the phone and give Kee a good look, she put on another show of squeezing extra deep into those padded mounds, letting their plush fat squish between her fingers while a great big grin formed on her face. She played with her own tits until she gripped a little too hard, making herself yelp. Even that felt good. She was mashing and bouncing them both, feeling all the extra weight Michael had provided them. They were going to be sticking out so blatantly, even more than before, and she was going to have to find a new bra size for as long as she kept him jiggling there. It was going to take at least a few weeks to properly burn off that added breastpudge, and she didn't mind one bit.

"Sorry Kee. I think I gotta hold onto your handsome friend for a while. Just think about the look on his when he gets back and realizes he's been leopard titfat for a week ... or longer." She winked at the hyena, who by then had orgasmed herself into something near a coma. "Or maybe I should just keep him. That'd be so wrong ... but I bet he's thought about doing it to both of us too, right? It's only fair."

Mahiri licked her lips and stepped back, finally coming down from that predatory high, but still glowing within.

"I'll let you play with these when I come over, don't worry. I think we've gotta celebrate my little victory together."

With that, she ended the call, smacking her lips. She could still taste that warm lion flavour on her tongue. She had Michael on her breath, and she didn't care who knew it. All she needed was a shower and some time to relax. It wasn't like a snack like that had been a strain, but after pleasure like that, she had to come down and rest for a while. Maybe he'd get her back for that when and if she paid to bring him back. Maybe he'd want to go again. She knew he secretly loved it - but she didn't expect him to admit that right away. The only thing that was certain until then was that the lion, the king predator, belonged to her for a while. And he was going to stay that way until she decided otherwise.