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Looking out at the heavily restrained elephant, still unconscious but slowly rousing, caught there under the bright lights of the interrogation room, Mahiri had to wonder whether she'd made the right choice. Not that she had much of one to begin with. She was flanked by her bosses on either side, two of best officers when it came to hunting down intergalactic fugitives, and she felt so very small. Did they have to stand so close to her? It wasn't like she would be foolish enough to attempt some sort of escape. She hadn't done anything wrong after all - just her job. Yet when she looked out as Ysilla, watching the naked elephant waking up strapped to a table, she couldn't help but feel some strange sense of guilt welling up in her chest. It might have something to do with that accusatory glare.

The leopardess hadn't been with the bounty hunting squad for long, but they had trusted her. As far as a gang of rogues and backstabbers like them trusted anyone anyway. She was starting to wonder what life would be like, roaming the stars, breaking the law, and answering to no one but themselves. Such a romantic dream had been cut short by the return to reality, and she was left to glance nervously back and forth between the tigress and the yote-skunk on either side of her. They stood with their arms folded beneath their busts, just close enough that she couldn't move without brushing against them. Ysilla slowly went from dormant to very much awake and pissed, testing her restraints, showing off that strength. No matter how much her biceps bulged, or how taut her sleek and shiny abs got in the effort, she wasn't going anywhere.

Mahiri couldn't stand the stare any longer. Ysilla wasn't even looking at the people who'd captured her. She was staring at the leopardess the whole time, glaring as if into her soul. It was as if to tell her, the moment she managed to escape those bindings, she was coming straight for the cat who'd stabbed her in the back. It was all enough to leave Mahiri squirming, shifting her eyes, trying to mutter a half-spoken excuse to leave the room. She hadn't taken more than a single step before she felt a firm hand upon her shoulder. Hervy gripped her in silence, her overwhelming sense of authority alone enough to make the smaller cat stop in her tracks. A little tug, and she was pressed up to the tigress' side, squished against her curves, waiting out the interrogation to come.

"This one is yours, Nexen," the tigress said firmly, nodding to the yote-skunk.

Bry nodded back, a wicked grin spreading over her face. "Oh, excellent. It's been too long since I got to lead an interrogation. You're a lucky cat, Mahiri. You've got front row seats to the show!"

Mahiri couldn't tell if Bry was taunting her, or if she expected her to be just as enthusiastic. Either way, she watched that thick tail swishing as Bry made her way into the interrogation room. The door slid open when it read her bio-ID, and then slid back closed, sealing tightly. She put complete trust in those restraints, no matter how hard the elephant was pulling and thrashing, a look of rising rage barely suppressed as Ysilla tried to appear cool. It was hardly working, especially under those lights that were already making her sweat. Thick beads were rolling down her grey hide, moving through the crevices of her muscles, dripping between her tits. It all made her shinier than usual.

"So. Ysilla, is it?" Bry was already adopting the mannerisms of an interrogator, standing up straight and looking both intimidating and playful. She wore a thin smirk and kept her tail twitching back and forth, but certainly not wagging. Touching her upper lip, she paced around the captive bounty hunter, keeping her eyes on her at all times. "I will make this very simple. We do not need to get deeply involved in any of this. Just answer my questions, and off you go."

She halted in place just to give a short chuckle.

"Well, I shouldn't say you'll go anywhere. Likely you will remain here, ready for processing. Your list of crimes is lengthy, after all. But I am sure that cooperation with an ongoing investigation will look very good on your record. Who knows! Perhaps you'll be given the chance for a nice luxurious stay in a quiet cell, rather than getting sent off to the mines - or to the expeditions."

Mahiri had only heard rumours surrounding what exactly that entailed, but none of them were good. It was enough that the mere word made her shudder. She watched as Bry leaned in nice and close, breathing in Ysilla's face.

"Can you take that risk?"

The elephant just shrugged. She couldn't move her head enough to swing her trunk at her interrogator, managing little more than a gentle flop that brushed against Bry's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. Get all your big tough stuff in. Just be glad I'm tied down. For now."

Ysilla wasn't anywhere close to escaping, but she still gave a dangerous look to her interrogator. Bry just scoffed, and shrugged her shoulders right back.

"Very well then. Not even to the questions? Then I will have some fun."

Mahiri felt the grip on her shoulders tightening as the tigress pulled her closer. Hervy was soft, despite her tough exterior. It was enough to make her start forgetting about that guilty feeling and just snuggle up against that finely curved body behind her. Mahiri may have been a shapely leopardess, but she could hardly compare to the tigress. She was rumbling without realizing she was doing it, letting that grip become less of an overbearing hold to keep her in place, and more of a soothing squeeze. Nothing about it actually changed, just her perspective. It helped to feel that bulge pressed against the small of her back, tightly outlined by the commander's form-fitting uniform. There was no hiding such an endowment at the best of times, but when Hervy started showing the first signs of arousal, it was even more blatant. Mahiri gave a little jump every time she felt a twitch of that unsheathing beast.

All eyes were on Bry as she paced. She was clearly enjoying herself, taking her time, despite the urgency of the matter. Strolling to a cabinet on the side of the room, she began loudly rustling through some supplies, perhaps exaggerating the sound for dramatic effect. She was already growing erect as she walked. Mahiri found herself thinking the empire really ought to have been issuing more comfortable uniforms given the penchant for hiring such well-hung ladies. Or maybe that was just Hervy's division. Either way, she was content to get snug with her head in the tigress' cleavage, observing the hybrid at work in the interrogation room. Bry was still searching through some things before she put on an elaborate show of picking out what she needed, holding it up high for everyone to see.

"Aha! Don't worry, Ysilla. This isn't for you. We don't do torture around here. Well, I don't, anyway. So much less fun!"

The elephant was watching her closely, and for the first time, didn't appear to be struggling at all. Instead, she remained cautious and reserved, waiting for the right opportunity. Even her energy had limits. Bry presented a small bottle, one that easily fit in the palm of her bright green palm. She wore a grin like she was selling a product, posing with that little mystery something. Then she was unscrewing the top and quaffing the contents in a single gulp, wiping her lips with her wrist and giving a satisfied 'ahhh!' like it was some sort of refreshing beverage. Then she tossed that little bottle aside and spread her arms, holding that position a while. Mahiri stood in silence, clenching her jaw with a weird sense of tension in the air. The only sound for a while were the collective rumbles as the two cats remained pressed closed together, and a slight shifting of fabric as her big stripey boss went from holding her to lightly, idly humping her with that growing bulge.

The seconds rolled on for just a little too long, until it seemed like nothing was going to happen. Just as Ysilla was about to scoff, something changed. It came accompanied by a flash as the lights overhead flickered for some reason. They were reflecting off Bry's fur all the more brightly as the yote-skunk's colours changed around. Chocolatey brown turned to a stark white, and as her tongue flopped out, from her open mouth, its fleshy tone was instead a bright neon green. Such a striking colour also extended to her naked skin, as evidenced by her breasts as they popped free of her top. The transformation came accompanied with a terrible tearing sound as Bry made short work of her standard-issue garb with the sheer power of her growing arousal. Those pants didn't stand a chance, and she was soon ripping out of her top too, pulling it apart with a surprising show of strength and ferocity. Mahiri had always known her as the calmer of her bosses, or at least the most easy-going, but she hardly looked like the same person anymore.

The leopardess had to wonder at the destruction of government property like that. Not that she cared, but she'd certainly been scolded for less by her stripey boss. Hervy didn't even seem to react. She was watching intently, her chin resting atop Mahiri's head, now and then giving the smaller cat a little nibble on the ears. She seemed oddly calm. It was almost unsettling, but the constant rub of her growing bulge at least ensured Mahiri the tigress wasn't feeling too tranquil. They both watched together as Bry morphed into something different. She was still the same shape as ever, exceptionally soft all over, but there was something so much different about her fur. Rather than the usual fluff, she looked sleek and smooth, and she was positively dripping. It wasn't just her cock, as that neon green spire throbbed away, shining almost blindingly under the lights, pressing up to her tits as she kneaded at it. At first Mahiri thought the hybrid was just sweating, but it was more than that. Great thick gobs of goo rolled down her form, spattering to the floor with an audible splurch. Whatever was in that little bottle worked fast.

Such a form allowed Bry to display all sorts of new powers. She was malleable enough to form several phallic tentacles, extending them from her back like a pair of twisted wings. The encircled her shining goo form, dripping all over, but especially from the tips. It looked like they were already cumming, oozing such a thick, viscous substance it was already pooling on the floor, spreading a streak of sleek mess with her every step. Even the slightest movements made such juicy, gooey noises. The viewing window was starting to fog up with the ambient heat coming off Bry's body, though it was still clear enough for them to see. The way she worked those tentacles was mesmerizing, whipping them around her body, using them to stroke at the stunning length of her rock-hard shaft. Ysilla rolled with it all, neither flinching nor commenting on the changes she'd just witnessed. Only when the hybrid was upon her did she move at all, starting to squirm just a bit as Bry licked her on the cheek.

"Mm. Hmm." She visibly considered the taste of her captive for a time, smacking her lips. "Yes, I can use that."

She didn't bother with any more questions. She had work to do. Running her fingers along the elephant's hide, she toyed with those muscles, squeezing them deeply, intrusively. Her manner was like that of a cold, bedside doctor at first, inspecting and scrutinizing the form of that tough bounty hunter. There were plenty of scars and marks on her body from various adventures, and Bry found them all, inspecting closely. Over time, she became warmer, more erotic, leaning in close to breath over the hunter's face, giving her another few licks with a tongue so flexible she could wrap it right around Ysilla's throat like a scarf. She wasn't choking her out or anything, just holding, sampling. Soon she was starting to grind against the big outlaw's thigh, smearing some of those juices over that grey hide, while more goo rained down from her altered form. Those tentacles were writhing around her all the time, idle for now, each of them wriggling in its own way as if they were all individual creatures with separate minds.

"Some people think that it's pain that will make people talk. But I've always found that far too simple. Pain will make people say anything to make it stop. How do I know it's true?" Bry gave a smile as she retracted her tongue back into her mouth with a sloppy sound and a flick of spit. "Now, pleasure on the other hand ..."

Slipping one of those tentacles up between Ysilla's thighs, she began to very gently prod at the elephant's taint, massaging precisely to stimulate her prostate from the outside. There really was no resisting such stimulation. Try as she did to remain the tough, aloof captive, Ysilla could hardly last ten seconds getting rubbed like that before she was filling out and getting hard, her shaft pushing upwards as it stiffened, before thumping down on her belly. Another tentacle went lunging for it like a striking cobra, coiling around its length and giving a squishy squeeze. That was enough to send a jolt through Ysilla's whole body, those restraints rattling, but holding fast. She couldn't do much more than squirm and endure, taking every single stroke, every bit of pressure and stimulation Bry was providing her. Though aside from a few gruff grunts and huffs, she wasn't making any sound. She certainly wasn't talking. Mahiri was starting to wonder if that was even the objective anymore.

Bry worked like a weaver in her web, right at home touching her helpless captive in all the perfect ways. She was stroking Ysilla's firm cock, before just latching right on, enveloping it with the sucking grip of a tentacle like a hungry serpent gobbling down her prey. Taking it deep, she filled the room and beyond with the most wonderful of squelching sounds. That was the first time Ysilla cried out, reflexively bucking her hips into that slurping, gulping thing wrapped around her dick, gritting her teeth as she tried not to embarrass herself by making too much noise. Mahiri felt that heavy bulge pressing against her back more insistently, and a pair of paws that was doing more than just holding her still. The tigress groped the smaller cat all over, squeezing so firmly as to pull her right off her feet, bringing out those mewls as she toyed with those soft, confined tits. All of that came accompanied by a little growl from the stripey one as she humped Mahiri, steadily bouncing her clearly outlined bulge against the spotty's back while she helped herself to every curve she could squeeze.

It was all enough to get Mahiri purring, but she was still watching the interrogation. Such a thing was impossible to take her eyes off of, especially when Bry started penetrating the captive elephant. Ysilla kicked her legs as much as she could, which was to say she moved them less than half an inch up and down, rattling on that comparatively cold table while Bry stuffed her full of the warm, slimy appendages. One went straight down her throat, producing a messy glurk as she was forced to accept it bulging out her gullet like that. The other went beneath her short tail, pumping her full, already starting to slam back and forth. All the other tentacles wriggled with what looked like pleasure, before Bry directed them down to grope her captive, massaging her all over to keep that thick body squirming, leaving Ysilla to give the most muffled of moans as gooey sounds echoed up from her well-fucked gullet. The yote-skunk remained posed where she was, hardly moving her body even as her tentacles absolutely ravaged the helpless bounty hunter, making a slick mess of her inner thighs, dribbling juices all over her tits, soaking them to a bright sheen that mixed with her sweat.

She couldn't have spoken if she wanted to. There were no questions, no pressure to confess. All she had to do was remain sprawled out and endure that very unusual interrogation. Two tentacles inside of her was hardly adequate. Bry pushed another between Ysilla's lips, stretching her jaws to accommodate all that girth, and doubled up in her ass too. That took some prodding and grinding before it could pop inside, making the elephant's gut bulge with the shape of the penetration. Those jiggling tits, getting bounced up and down with every tenticular stroke, were perfect for a good squeezing. Bry grasped them tightly, groping deep enough to bring a small trumpeting out of the elephant. She kept her hold on them as she introduced yet another tentacle to the mix, winding past the one sucking on Ysilla's dick to slip sweetly into her smooth cleavage, starting to grind and titfuck her with that steady, pulsing rhythm, slopping a hot mess all over her in the process.

It was easy to tell when it was all coming to a climax. It got so much louder. All the slurping and suckling and splattering was already echoing right through the room and into the one beyond. It was something near to deafening by the time Bry really got going. She remained nonchalant, standing there groping Ysilla's tits, squishing them so roughly as if to flatten them, or drawing back to harshly squeeze at those dark nips. It was all that much more stimulation for a very overstimulated elephant, one who was barely able to swallow all the juices pouring down her throat. That table was getting as much of a workout as she was, holding her steady no matter how frantic her thrashing got. She could only gulp and clench down on those tentacles in her rump, her balls flexing as she got sucked hard by the expert workings of the gooey mouth wrapped around every single inch of her dick. In the end, she couldn't even face the pleasure, closing her eyes before her interrogator could see them rolling back, blowing out some sort of muffled cry before just shaking all over as orgasm took hold of her like a possessing spirit.

A sharp arch of her back, and something came just slightly loose. The restraints still held, but the one around her left ankle was wiggling a little more than before. It wasn't nearly enough for her to escape, but it served as an effective statement on just how good she felt in that moment. So too did the cum she was pumping out, spraying straight into that tentacle. It audible gulped, swallowing her seed with rounded bulges travelling along its goopy length before disappearing into Bry's body, seemingly absorbed. The hybrid put out plenty more, shooting it down Ysilla's throat, stuffing her ass full until she was overflowing, leaving her with a taut belly that rose and expanded to a perfectly round, inflated state while that last tentacle hosed down her tits. It wasn't a splatter so much as just a total, utter power-washing, one that had her soaked from tits to gut to face, all that hot hybrid jizz or goo or whatever it was streaming down from the interrogation table to loudly rain upon the floor and stream towards a nearby drain. So that was why that was there.

Bry stepped back from her creamed captive with a grin and a lick of her lips, flopping her tongue out long enough to reach all the way to her waist before slurping it back up into her jaws.

"There. You see? I don't suppose you're ready to talk now. If you are even capable."

The way she said it, it almost sounded like she hoped Ysilla would refuse. The elephant just gargled for a time, her eyes still closed, gargling some of the cum welling up in her throat. She was drooling it, soaked in it, steaming with the heat coming off her sweaty, overheated body. The lights wouldn't relent, practically baking her, leaving her panting once she managed to stop coughing. Welling up some of that jizz, she spat it forward, mostly to clear her throat, but also as a gesture of defiance. That was enough to make Bry give a chuckle.

"Mmhm. I thought so."

She didn't wait for any further communication. Ysilla's fate was as good as sealed.

"Well, this proved unproductive. But maybe we can turn you into something useful."

A plap of slick skin on skin came as Bry climbed atop that table, laying her cock over Ysilla's whole body. She rolled her hips back and forth, lazily flopping her whole weight across her captive's form before propping herself up. All the touching was making a mess, of course. But it was more than that. Ysilla wasn't just getting soaked, she was changing under that goopy assault, slowly but visibly converting with every grind. Those tentacles massaged her, while all that cream worked from the inside. All Bry had to do was stimulate it, and it did the work. Mahiri was left to watch as that big tough elephant, the one who had so intimidated her whenever they were close, melted down into a thick, viscous helping of cum. Her features were distorted and her hide was dyed white. It was like all the colour was being sucked out of her, even while her form remained relatively intact, wobbling as it became more liquid than solid, but somehow held together. For a time. Soon, after some good sloshing and absorbing, she was losing her details, smoothing over, going from something that was definitely an elephant to hardly recognizable but for some vague outlines of her curves, while Bry noisily slurped up her liquefied prey with cock and tentacles alike. It was all going down to her balls, stuffing and stretching them, making them sag and expand, still perfectly round, to something more burdensome, audibly sloshing as she bounced her hips.

The tension in her cock was tremendous. The veins were bulging and her nuts were clenching as she finished devouring the captive, cleaning almost every drop of the cummified elephant off the table before withdrawing. Her sack thudded down to the floor, sounding like milk jugs as those bloated orbs bounced and wobbled, stuffed to the maximum. Bry bit her lip, reaching down to heft up her new prize in both hands, massaging lightly, carefully. She probably could have filled the room with cum with just a few good squeezes, but she instead edged herself, dripping precum, letting that watery stream run down her shaft and accumulate between her prey-fattened balls while the twitched with lust. She didn't want to waste such a valuable addition. There was much to derive from such a promising specimen, and she could make good use of that churned and processed form, rather than just blowing her out all over the interrogation room, as tempting as it was. After some rapid puffing, she steadied herself, ran her hands up and down her sides, and gave a deep, slightly shaky sigh.

"I am going to say we're not getting any more out of that one, commander. I will return to my duties ... shortly."

"Hmf," was the only response from Hervy. She hadn't stopped dominating Mahiri in the meantime, rubbing against her, throbbing massively, urgently. "Very well. Good work nonetheless. That's one of their members gone. A strong one at that."

She leaned down and breathed hotly in the leopardess' ear, speaking words that rumbled with lustful intent.

"Time for a debriefing. Let's go to my office."

Mahiri had a suspicion it was going that way, but it didn't make her perk up any less when she heard those words from the tigress' soft lips. She gave a swish of her tail and took one last glance into the interrogation room. Bry stood gently massaging her cock, handling it delicately as if it were a ticking bomb. She kept herself peaked just short of climax, oozing, glimmering, pouring down goo upon the floor in such copious amounts it looked like she were melting, but she remained whole. There wasn't a trace of the elephant left. Mahiri didn't have to worry about her escaping as anything more than an eventual cumshot. And she was plenty safe from the rest of the gang on the empire's ship. Telling herself that, she finally managed to relax, sinking down against the tigress, falling in against her soft shape. She managed to maintain that calmness for all of three seconds before the bigger cat scooped her up, throwing an arm beneath her legs and carrying her off like a chair while she wiggled her legs and rumbled.

Of course the tigress had always intimidated her. She had authority, and Mahiri got a consistent sense of disapproval around her, like she was about to be fired or much worse. But that wasn't all of it. Hervy also made her nervous for just how attractive she was, fitting so snugly into a uniform, having such a sharp, enticing gaze. Mahiri was supposed to be a big cat herself, but when that tigress was looking at her, or through her, she couldn't help feeling like a humble herbivore, separated from the herd. She stared down the hall as they travelled, leaning her head back against the tigress' pillowy bust, keeping the rumbles going. Neither of them were purring exactly. It was something stronger than that, persistently vibrating in something like a low growl as they moved in silent anticipation of some time alone. The door to Hervy's office slid open as they approached, and then shut behind them as the striped cat carried the successful little double agent through. A simple gesture at the sensor and it gave a small beep, confirming it was locked. As far as Mahiri knew, the scanner wouldn't recognize her. She wasn't getting out until her boss was done with her.

That office offered an impressive view of the outside. The station they'd left was already a speck in the distance. There were plenty of amenities to the side, including a bar, a portable chef, some gym equipment, and a hot tub, but Hervy's focus was solely on her expansive desk in the middle. She carried the other cat along until she could flop her down atop some important-looking forms and papers. It wasn't an especially rough treatment, but Mahiri acted like she'd been body-slammed anyway, sprawling out as she looked up at the ceiling and the striped white muzzle looming over her. She watched Hervy's bright pink tongue glossing over her lips, and imitated the gesture. A lunge, and the tigress was slurping the leopard, running her tongue along her fluffy cheeks, then under her chin, across her throat, dipping down into the ruff of soft fur atop her cleavage, then working her way back up. She finished that tasting with a little smooch on the lips, one that left them both echoing each other's satisfied 'mmmm' that blended into the constant rumbles.

"I have been meaning to get you alone like this for some time," Hervy spoke, her words taking on a sultry warmth the likes of which Mahiri had never heard her use before. Gone was the professional bossiness, in favour of something more natural. And horny. "It would have been a shame if you didn't come back from your assignment. I would have missed that tail swishing around the ship."

Heat came to Mahiri's cheeks, hotter than she already was. She laid back as she let her big bad boss run her fingers down her form with surprising tenderness. Hervy couldn't help but take a few deep squeezes here and there where the leopardess was especially soft, kneading into her tits, her sides, her hips. Finally she made Mahiri's back arch with a great big grope of her butt, lifting her off the table with the effort. From there, it was time to start stripping her down. Mahiri didn't even need to do much, other than wiggle and comply as those fingers danced along her outfit, pulling zippers, loosening straps, worked as if peeling her from that tight, confining jumpsuit. She couldn't hide how wet she was once Hervy was pulling her panties down her legs, rubbing her thighs together, quivering in rumbly heat there on the desk of her commanding officer. Aside from those constant purr-growls, the only sound was the scratchy touch of the tigress' tongue dragging along her bare fur, tasting from throat to tits to tummy and even deeper.

Big cats could get so unflatteringly noisy when they were horny, and Mahiri was no exception. Once she felt the warmth of the other feline's breath between her thighs, she was arching her back and slipping into some shrieky yowls as that fine tongue slipped roughly across the sleek and shiny folds of her wet, needy sex. Hervy was at her most generous as she licked across Mahiri's clit, gripping those spotty thighs while she worked, ensuring every one of those slurps landed exactly where she wanted it. The leopardess quivered with the pleasure running through her body, flexing her toes, gripping the edges of the desk until she left claw marks in the wood. Her teeth were showing in what looked like a snarl or even a roar, but barely any sound was coming out of her mouth. The steady schlup of a bright pink tongue working across her folds kept her moving, soaking Hervy's palate with the juices she was putting out, each lick working her into a deeper and deeper heat until she was blazing hot from ears to toes.

She could have laid back and enjoyed being savoured for hours, but she knew such things weren't going to be so one-sided. Still, she felt tangible desperation when Hervy withdrew from between her legs, leaving her streaked and soaked, juices glistening upon her inner thighs, rolling down her rump, pooling at the base of her tail. The tigress' muzzle shone beneath the lights as she licked her chops, nodding her head as if deeming the taste of horny leopardess acceptable. Mahiri remained where she was, feeling like she had an invisible weight on her chest keeping her down as she watched the big cat stripping. Hervy took her time freeing her body from that confining outfit. It wasn't easy. Such a curve-hugging uniform took the occasional prying just to escape from the fabric, but the end result was worth the wait. The tigress was on display in all her sleek and stripey glory, broad and busty. The light reflected off her markings just right to make them all the more stark and elegant. For all her harshness, she was a lovely kitty, though Mahiri could only admire the rest of her for so long before her eyes strayed down to take a good look at the imposing gear unveiled before her eyes.

The sight of that bulge jostling around beneath her uniform made it clear that Hervy was absolutely packing, but even then, Mahiri had underestimated her. That was no modest feline shaft on display. Even half-erect, it was a swollen club of a horsecock, flaring out as it twitched and rose atop a pair of massive, creamy white nuts adorned in the smoothest fur. Mahiri didn't even think about what she was doing. Her body directed itself. The allure of that glorious tigress junk moved Mahiri to rise, to flip herself over and crawl needily towards her. Hervy didn't bother to direct her. It was clear she already knew what she needed to do. One good look from close by, and the leopardess was dipping her muzzle right beneath the base of that fat equine dick, burying herself in the heat and scent of horny tigress. She wiggled her nose a bit as she settled in, getting her muzzle snug between Hervy's nuts, laying a big fat kiss on them while she inhaled the enticing aroma of that soft fur. A palm on the back of her head ensured she stayed where she was, but she hardly needed the encouragement. It was entirely of her own free will that she huffed and savoured in the big cat's sack, working her lips and and tongue to sample as much of that rich flavour as she could, bathing them in the saliva that was flowing thicker with every single taste she got of that big, imposing stripey cat.

"Gooooood," came Hervy's rumble, so deep it barely registered as a word. She ran her fingers through Mahiri's hair and started working her hips back and forth, giving a thick, soft pomf of her nuts to that sweet muzzle between her legs.

To think she could actually earn approval from that stern figure was enough to keep her motivated just as well as the taste delighting her tongue. She stayed smothered for a while, hugging around Hervy's rump just to press even deeper into those delicious balls, then moved upwards, leading with her tongue as she worked along the underside of that mottled dick. Every single detail was worth sweeping over, and she worked slowly to make sure she didn't miss a single inch. Bobbing like a snake while she worked, she closed her eyes and let the other sensations take over. Taste and scent were foremost, but there was also the pleasing sound of the tigress' approving rumbles, and the lovely feeling of that smooth skin rubbing against her rough tongue, of bumping across those engorged veins or medial ring. She finally made her way to the tip, kissing along the edges of that swollen flare before shoving her muzzle against that broad slit, moving from a kiss to a deep suck, drinking down the fat bead of pre waiting for her there, swallowing that musky offering like sweet nectar.

Hervy's patience could only last so long. She let the leopard work for a while, cleaning the juices from the tip of her shaft, getting her all soaked in drool, but eventually, she had to take charge. It was what she was good at. She tightened her grip on those crimson locks, digging her fingers deep into Mahiri's scalp, clutching her head in both hands. That was enough to make the leopard pause mid-slurp, her tongue frozen in place as if stuck there. She glanced upwards at the tigress, and found a dangerous smirk waiting for her. It was entirely too complacent of her to think she was going to get through a session with that big cat without things getting rough. All she could do was wrap her lips around that fat flare and take a deep breath as Hervy clutched her with firm, commanding possessiveness. It was all the perfect setup to giving a great big thrust, jamming that dick past her lips and to the back of her throat. Another jab and she was making Mahiri swallow it, stuffing and stretching her gullet with that devastating girth, leaving the leopardess to close her eyes and hold on tight, bracing herself for the facefuck to come. She could take it, as long as she focused and made sure not to choke or pass out. It was a conscious effort, but so very worth it just to feel that thick tigress cock plunging down her gullet, the many throbbing details outlined in her neck fur as she hugged around that meat with every eager gulp.

Her belly was already starting to feel full from all the juices pumping inside of her. That was just a few shots of pre. She tried not to think about how she was going to feel if she let the tigress cum inside her mouth. As if she even had a choice where Hervy finished. That fearsome cat demonstrated why she was in charge as she started pulling Mahiri's head back and forth on her cock, thrusting into her face until she could slap her thick, well-worshipped sack against the leopard's chin. The room filled with a steady rhythm of glurk and plap as she made use of Mahiri's muzzle, plunging back and forth until she could barely feel her throat. Her tongue made for a good carpet the whole time, that dick grinding along its surface. The texture didn't slow Hervy any. She snorted and huffed, breaking into a mild snarl as she made use of the cat, thudding her face, fucking her throat, leaving her bulging from neck to chest with the shape of that gigantic tiger dick shoved straight down her gullet. Mahiri's stamina held out, but her eyelids were already starting to flutter a little as she breathed nothing but pure tigress, getting her nose stuffed into the stripey cat's crotch over and over with every pounding lunge.

Soon Mahiri was barely even sucking. She didn't have the energy to do more than hold on tight while she got used. It was both relief and concern to feel that flare expanding, growing even bigger, locking in place deep in Mahiri's throat for a moment. Hervy bottomed out with a deep groan, losing her tigress sounds for a moment to simply moan in pleasure. She held herself completely buried in the leopardess' mouth, stuffing every single inch straight down as she twitched and contracted, her cock growing even more stuff than before. From flare, to medial ring, to base, it expanded and flexed hard while her balls clenched up tight, getting even rounder than before as they churned up a fat load to fill the spotty cat. Mahiri closed her eyes and did her best to sustain on such little air, but even bracing herself, she was shocked by how warm it was when that thick jizz shot straight into her belly, gushing its way up her throat until she was drooling it down Hervy's sack, shooting it out from between her lips, all in the matter of a few sloppy seconds.

At least Hervy had the mercy of pulling out before the poor cat drowned in tigress spunk, though that was hardly any less gentle. Mahiri didn't even get the chance to gasp once that thick shaft popped free of her lips, leaving her with a slightly sore jaw and copiously thick stands of cream dribbling from her chin. No sooner had the tigress wrenched herself out and she grasped the base of her dick, keeping it pointed at the spotty kitty's pretty face, hosing her down with enough force as to blow her hair back and keep it stuck in place, coated and soaked to the scalp in that richly hot seed spurting from that flared tip. Mahiri's features went as blank as a fresh canvas as she got painted down in tiger nut milk. Only when that viscous hosing finally subsided, trickling a few last thinner spurts across Mahiri's drenched features, did the leopardess manage to cough and sputter her way back towards breathing. It took some choking and inelegant hacking, falling to her hands and knees on the big boss' desk while she cleared her throat, her belly sloshing and taut with the load she'd swallowed, but eventually she was somewhat functional again. Wiping at her face with her hand felt like trying to drain an ocean with a spoon, but with enough work she could sort of see again, if somewhat blurrily. She expected to see a smug and satisfied cat looming above her when she looked up, but instead she was disheartened to see that stern look back on the tigress' features.

"Hm, well. You're fun, yes," she admitted. Mahiri didn't blush over the praise this time, instead waiting for the damning followup that seemed implied. "But. Let's be honest. Are you useful?"

The leopard was still catching her breath, but she managed to pant out a confused question.

"W-what? Did I not do enough? I can keep going ..."

"That's not what I mean. I'm talking about your undercover work."

"Oh." Mahiri stiffened as the tension returned to her muscles. "What about it?"

Hervy kept one hand atop Mahiri's head, the other resting on her hip as she spoke disapprovingly.

"You may recall, your objective was to secure the artifact. Not to help capture one of the supporting members of the crew. You do realize the stakes at play here, yes?"

"But I ..."

"Save your explanations. I think I know what's going on here." She leaned in closer. "They got to you, didn't they? What was it? A cut of the profits?"

Mahiri's eyes went wide, and she set to shaking her head as quickly as she could.

"No, no, it's not like that at all!"

"So you say. But how would I know? You seemed awfully conflicted about the interrogation."

Mahiri tried to stammer out another frantic denial of guilt, but Hervy silenced her. All it took was a little well-aimed jab of her hips, and she'd sealed the leopard's lips with the grip of her cockslit. It slipped smoothly over Mahiri's muzzle, a sloppy schlurp echoing around her mouth as the juicy confines squeezed down to muffle any further protests. Even when the spotty cat tugged her head back, she made no progress. That cock had her, and was already kneading inwards, dragging her deeper until her whole face was immersed in the darkness of that spire. Hervy folded her arms, not even bothering to shove the cat inside. The flexes did enough, working their way over the leopard's head, making those startled features a bulge beneath the pink. And for all her authority, the tigress had to bite her lip as she felt that soft fur gliding down her dick, soaked in cum and only getting wetter the deeper she travelled in that pulsating cock.

"No, I think it would be much safer to relieve you of your duties. I can't risk you being compromised."

Mahiri barely heard it. She mmfed as much as she could, but none of her objections made it out of those fleshy confines. They were clamping, dragging, gulping all around her naked body, gobbling her down spot by spot, immersing those pretty rosettes in the turgid shaft that had just been down her throat. She scrambled on the desk, kicking some papers into the air, but she couldn't fight against such an insistent grip. Another good squeeze had that cock squishing her tits, flattening them as much as possible while her shoulders fit snugly into that slit. Soon her arms were pinned, leaving her to wriggle back and forth, encased and outlined in the fleshy dick that was eating her whole. The pressure on her belly made her gasp, especially when she was so full from that harsh facefuck. And when the tiger's hungry member made its way to her waist, Mahiri was left with the realization that she hadn't even been granted one last orgasm before she was consumed by her boss' cock, left warm and wet as she got swallowed, those tender lips glossing over the insides of Hervy's dick.

A few more slurps was all it took. Mahiri kicked her legs, working her muscles to exhaustion as she tried to everything she could think of to escape the confining clamp of that ravenous cock, but nothing so much as slowed her descent. Hervy's cock squeezed the leopard's thighs together, slipping smoothly over her knees, then her calves. The very tip of the leopard's tail wiggled between her paws, poking out from the tigress' dick in those final moments. A few strokes to her shaft let Hervy admire over the confined curves of her prey while Mahiri's face got dunked into her nuts. They were already sloshing, already churning with audible hunger as the spotty cat entered, her weight slightly sagging them at first, and then much more as she finished off her meal with what was mostly nonchalance. She allowed herself a few expressions of pleasure, blowing steam from her nose as she hotly puffed, gritting her teeth. A good tug on her cock had it pointing straight up at the ceiling, allowing gravity to assist her in finishing off the leopard. Mahiri vanished from the outside world, slipping down that stretched shaft until she was nestled in the blazing hot confines of the tigress' nuts, making them swing back and forth as they expanded around her trapped form.

Hervy hardly let on how good it felt to pack that silky leopardess away. She bit her lip and held her position for a time, before hefting herself over to her desk. Several condoms were stashed away in a convenient drawer, and she selected the biggest one. It was large enough to look oversized even on her. A snap of the packaging and she was stretching it out over her flared cock, pulling it all the way down to the base with a certain subtle urgency, slowly rolling her hips back and forth all the while. Her nuts were already loudly working, churning inwards to squeeze and knead the soft cat within down to something more useful to her. Not a very good undercover agent, no, but she certainly melted down into tigress spunk nicely. Once that flexible latex was securely in place, Hervy was safe to turn tail, lean back against her desk, and seize hold of her cock in a two-handed grip, pumping viciously up and down to help accelerate the process of breaking the spotted feline into cream.

"Hm. You know, I suppose this settles it. Stripes are better than spots after all."

She snorted to herself. It wasn't like Mahiri could hear her anymore. The leopard was immersed in jizz, getting sloshed from all sides as those clenching nuts squeezed in on her so roughly as to nearly crush her. The air was thick and hot, barely breathable, and she wasn't managing much of struggle anymore when she was getting assaulted from all sides. Softening up came quick. What was a solid cat moments ago was soon a squishy, partly cummified bulge, smoothing over in the tiger's balls, losing all her distinct features and serving as little more than weight to sag that sack while Hervy stroked herself wildly. She pumped her cock between two hands, gliding on her palms like she was fucking a sleeve. A good stream of pre was already leaking out, shooting into that condom thick enough to make it hang down to the floor, already stretching with the load before she was even cumming.

The tigress was panting once she really got going, bashing her rump against her desk as she twitched all over, hunching into a powerful stance just so she could stroke herself off even harder. Drawing her lips back into a snarl, she permitted herself a bit of a roar, if a modest one. A few more rubs, a few more squeezes, and her balls were clamping up tight, loudly glorping as the last few remnants of solid leopard went soft and indistinct in her nuts. Not a second later, and she was clenching up tight, lashing herself with her tail, letting snarls fall to mraaaawls as she hit her peak. That might have been an embarrassingly feline sound if anyone was left around to hear it. Her whole body lunged backwards as if from recoil as she started spurting out the melted down double-agent, stuffing that condom taut as she poured out all the cum she'd made Mahiri into. One condom was barely enough.

She went on gushing Mahiri out, letting that latex stretch and expand like a balloon, flat on the floor as it rounded out taut with the creamed up contents of Hervy's nuts. There was no coming back from a churning like that. The leopard was smooth, silky spunk wobbling beneath the layer of latex keeping her from spilling out all over the room. Hervy breathlessly squeezed off a few last ropes of former feline, shaking her cock off and then pulling it out of that well-used condom. She tied the top off tightly, giving it a tug to make sure it was secure. That was one mess she had no desire to clean up, or have someone else clean up, especially in her office. Once she was done with that, she retrieved a label from a drawer. There was a whole stack of them in there. A few jotted notes of the sloshing sleeve's contents, and who it used to be, and she stuck it on the side. A photo could come later to complete the organization, and then into storage she went.

As satisfying as that all was, her demeanour fell as the afterglow began to fade. She stepped away from that creamy trophy, and instead moved to stand naked in front of the expansive window to dark space. Such a view didn't tell her much, but she squinted her eyes at it anyway. Her rivals were out there, somewhere, and if she didn't find and trap them soon, then there could be all kinds of disastrous consequences. For the galaxy, and worse, her career. That cheetah wasn't escaping this time. She'd already downed one spotty cat, and she was looking forward to doing it again. Finally, she tapped her wrist a few times and brought up her implanted personal device, starting a coded message to send out to one of her contacts. The hunt wasn't over yet.

***

An anomaly in the security footage, was all she said. Sabel still hadn't seen the oryx in person since leaving her club, but now she was getting a message complete with a file transfer. Something she might be interested in, it said. Well, after a few minutes of scrolling through the video, she had to say she certainly hadn't been expecting that. Honestly, she was surprised that Dai had just gone ahead and sent that to her without asking for some sort of payment first. Surely there would have been good money in such clear evidence of the coyote's betrayal. Sabel gritted her teeth to think about it. It wasn't just the backstabbing. Taking out a valuable member of her crew like that, right there in the middle of the crowded station, with no one even bothering to stop her ... well, there was only one way to deal with that. She'd respond in kind.

Except, the only problem was that the yote didn't have anyone left to get revenge on. Her crew was decimated. And Sabel was more than happy to take her out herself, but that required knowing where she was. She was left seething for a while, pacing back and forth, until she got another message. It was a tracking signal. There was no text to go with it. Adding that to her device, she found it was only a few floors down from where she was. Dai was certainly being cagey about the whole thing. For all Sabel knew, she was planning to betray her right along with the coyote. What Kras could have possibly had to offer to convince her of that, she didn't know, but she didn't care. It all had her fuming right until the moment she got another message.

She thinks I'm on her side. I am not. You have my word.

Sabel knew well that Dai had a certain oldschool tendency. Sure, she might have used all kinds of underhanded tactics to grow her influence, and stepped on anyone who got in her way, but when she gave her word, she meant it. And she didn't give it out lightly. It had to carry weight, if anyone was going to do business with her. Sabel rushed through the crowd, elbowing anyone who got too close as she rushed into an elevator before it could close. She cursed how slow it was as she watched the numbers going down, then shoved her way straight out as soon as she was at her destination. The tracking guided her through some twisting lower halls, past some pipes machinery that whirred and steamed, putting some sweat on her as she worked through the heat, but that didn't stop her. It wasn't until she burst through a door and found them both, that big boss and her rival-turned-partner-turned-rival again in the middle of a particularly intimate moment that she could finally slow down.

Maybe she shouldn't have been surprised. She had expected an intense negotiation, with Dai there was the neutral party to ensure all went well, but it wasn't like that at all. Krasnya was balls-deep in that fine oryx donut, pumping her up against a wall, gliding her hands up and down that glossy black zebra dick while she fucked that old boss hard. Sabel couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. She just couldn't resist, could she? Maybe she'd say that this was all part of the plan to wear Krasnya out for Sabel, but that would only be partly true. Sabel knew that old herbivore by then. Sometimes she did things just because she got horny, and taking a fat, plunging knot beneath the tail was one offer that not many could refuse. Despite everything, watching those two going at it in the sweaty boiler room was working the cheetah up as well. The coyote gave Sabel a little smile when she saw her, acting like nothing was wrong.

"Oh, I didn't expect company, but this works fine. Come to get a little fun of your own, chee?"

It took a concentrated effort on Sabel's part to keep her expression steady. Her lip might have twitched a little. She let her crew get away with a lot, but if there was one thing she absolutely didn't stand for, it was betrayal. She knew Dairinn had similar rules, which made it just a bit of a surprise to see her lifting tail so sluttily for someone who she knew to be a traitor. But, Sabel couldn't fault her for being horny. She stood watching the situation, considering, tapping her chin in an elaborate show of contemplation. It was all to conceal just how worked up she was getting, not with lust, but with how pissed she was to see how casually that backstabbing dog was being with her, as if she hadn't already jizzed one of her trusted crew all over the walls mere minutes ago. Well, if she was going to fuck her over, she'd just have to fuck her right back.

"Make some room," she insisted, shoving in and getting right behind the coyote. It might have seemed rude, but it was as polite as she could be to someone who'd wronged her like that. "I think I'm in the mood for a doggy sandwich."

"Right." Krasnya's eyeroll was audible in her voice, though that didn't mean she was objecting. "Just hope you can keep up, cheetahbutt. Sounds like you've already had a wild night."

"Of course I can."

She didn't waste time getting stripped down. Her hands trembled just a little. Part of her just wanted to rip out of her clothes and go for the kill right there, like she was infected with some sort of rage virus. Again. Long story. Instead, she settled for slipping out with a little leap, and plapping that dick against some yote butt with a resounding thud. If she got a little aggressive, that was nothing unusual. Surely Krasnya was used to the wild, horny cheetah by then. She humped a few times and got herself worked up. It didn't take long at all for her to fill out to a solid, thumping length. Maybe it was thinking about just what she was going to do to that coyote as soon as she got an opportunity. Sack or ass? Maybe even mouth, for a change. Maybe that was more personal, in a way. But maybe getting off on it was even better. She had time to decide, grabbing some of Kras' hair, biting at her scruff, and mounting up behind her all in one go. Maybe she could pound out all the frustration and get her nerves steady again.

A wet grind along the yote's backsack and taint, and Sabel found her mark. She wasn't in the mood to tease. A good jab had her spreading that ring, getting a little yap out of the coyote as she plunged forth. It wasn't a yelp exactly, but she definitely felt that. A good hold of Kras' hips kept her in place for the pumping, burying herself in deep while she worked. It all had the effect of throwing the weight of two people into Dai, making Kras pound that donut even harder. Dai could take it. Though she wasn't going to last much longer. What started as a good rutting was soon a sloppy, chaotic grinding between three bodies. Nobody was trying to be elegant or precise. They just fucked each other, bouncing and smacking, getting some good slaps going as balls met asses, and juices got thicker and hotter. Kras was drooling on Dai's shoulder, and Sabel was nibbling on the canine hard enough to hurt as she felt herself tensing up all over, dragging her claws across the floor with a harsh scraping noise. Though it hardly compared to the yowling.

She couldn't help herself. She was such a volatile cocktail of feelings that she orgasmed with a screech. There was plenty of other embarrassing sound to go around from the others, so it hardly mattered. That boss was bleating as she got pounded by that train, and Kras gave some more of those yaps as she went over. The three of them weren't perfectly in sync, but they came pretty damn close. A pop of knot into tight ring, a flexing of Dai's flare, and through it all, Sabel's balls were clenching hard, audibly churning up a fat load to stuff that yote full. She came with a feline screech, and then Kras was going off too, pumping Dai with seed. That oryx meanwhile was painting down the wall, and herself, spurting straight up into the air with shocking force, only for the thick stuff to come raining down on the three of them, steaming up the room even further, filling it with musk to go along with the scent of their sweat. It wasn't getting any cooler in there, and the three of them were swiftly panting hotly enough steam poured from their mouths as they rocked back and forth, either stuck together or just refusing to pull out just yet.

It was the perfect opportunity. Sabel knew that. Kras was stuck and knotted, but that meant she was perfectly vulnerable. But maybe just a few more seconds. It was like hitting a snooze alarm. All Sabel wanted to do was lean against the coyote and enjoy the feeling of that afterglow, with an ample amount of cheetah spunk dripping from beneath the traitor's tail. That was the start of revenge, but it was going to take a whole lot more than that. She was going to have to make sure not to start purring, lest she ruin the whole thing. It wasn't easy to hold back that natural urge. The only thing that roused from her happy post-cum stupor was the sound of a slick POP that let her knot Krasnya's knot was already free. She got a feel of it for herself when the yote turned around, guiding Sabel's hands to that fat bulb, encouraging her to give it a few massages and rubs. That was when she felt the clench.

Of course. She knew well just how deadly the seemingly unassuming coyote could be. But she'd let her guard drop for half a moment, and she had her fingers, then her hands slurped up in the still-hard canine dick of the treacherous coyote. She tugged back, but nope, that wasn't working. It would have taken a titan to break free from such a grip, and it was kneading, tugging, slurping her inwards one spot at a time, working past her wrists and up along her forearms. Sabel looked down at the situation, snapping out of her afterglow in a moment, then up at the coyote herself. Kras' expression hadn't changed much. She gave a little sideways smirk, flopped her tail in a lazy wag of sorts, and snorted out a little hot air. Of course, there was still a third party involved, but she was going to have act fast if she was going to save the cheetah from certain sacking. What definitely wasn't helping Sabel was oryx just standing there, observing, with a hand on the coyote's shoulder.

Sabel didn't bother to say anything. She was operating on instinct. If brute force wasn't going to work, she was going to have to get clever about this. Every inch brought her churny fate a little closer, as that warm cock slipped past her elbows, leaving her immersed in dick, starting to push into the coyote's nuts. They weren't melting her down yet or anything, but she was in the danger zone. If she spent too long in there and she was going to have a cum puddle for hands. She looked down, then up, over Kras' shoulder to watch the boss as she patiently waited. Dai was glossing up her dick with some leftover cum, getting it shiny as she worked it up to hard again, idly stroking while she watched the spotty cat getting consumed. Kras just folded her arms, maybe showing off how effortless this whole this was. Finally, she couldn't help but tease a little.

"I didn't forget about our incident on R-19, by the way. I know if I didn't do this now you'd just do it to me first. Shame you put so much trust in this criminal."

A little air audibly escaped Dairinn's nostrils at that comment, but she remained steady, jerking herself to fullness with a slow, smooth motion. Krasnya went on.

"Not that I'm one to judge. But really, all it took was her saying she was on her side? What kind of boss just tells the truth these days? Really, you had this kind of thing coming."

Sabel was sinking down her knees by then, getting bent down by the forceful tugs feeding her into that yote sack. Her face was dangerously close to getting slurped up in that cock's embrace, but she managed to halt just short before all went dark. Something had made Krasnya stop. Usually her cock worked on its own, but this was something shocking enough to make her lose all her focus, even halt her automatic processes. It wasn't that Dai had done anything to her. Instead, she was rather surprised to find she was sharing her meal all of a sudden. That certainly wasn't going to work, but the oryx was insistent, picking Sabel up by the legs and take her paws for her own. A few swishes of those pads across the broad slit if Dai's dick, and she was slurping the spotty cat inside, clenching down on her and starting up a little tug of war with the coyote. The oryx had the size advantage, but Kras already had a head start, slurping her way over the tip of Sabel's muzzle, starting to blot out the hazy light as the cheetah found herself swimming in that horny scent.

Soon she was feeling the tug in both directions, strung out like a noodle. Her paws slurped away into oryx cock just as her head popped inside Krasnya's shaft. She couldn't tell which of them was stronger, but she was disappearing quickly. Every squirm just seemed to accelerate the process. If she tugged in one direction, she made it easier for the other predator consuming her. Dairinn picked up speed. Kras was still working to knead in Sabel's shoulders, while meanwhile that old oryx proved she still had it, gulping her way up the cheetah's outstretched legs. A slurp of calves, a pop of her knees, then Dai started squishing along those spotty thighs, keeping Sabel's hips swaying as she felt the overbearing heat threatening to knock her out and make everything go black. She only just managed to hang on, perking attentively to the sound of the voices above her, murmuring back and forth.

"So, you really want this one, do you?" Krasnya chuckled, sounding mostly unbothered. "I won't fight you, in that case."

"Giving up so easily?" Dairinn mused. "I don't blame you. I have been making a few modifications of late. It will be fun to show them off."

With that, Sabel's head was free, slipping out of the coyote's shaft for just long enough to take a gasp of air, and get a glimpse at her rival. She saw the little smirk on Krasnya's face, and then it was dark again. She slipped down deeply into the uncompromising grip of the oryx's fat dick, getting squeezed from all sides as she got fed feet-first into those sagging nuts. Normally, Dai walked with a bit of a wobble, but when she was all packed full of prey it was like she was suddenly half her age. She was springy and nimble, graceful even. As much as someone could be with a sagging sack stuffed to the brim with squirming cheetah, anyway. She massaged her nuts and stroked her cock until she'd polished off that feline, pressing her deep into that glossy black sack, letting her swing and sway and slosh in the cum that poured all over her confined form. Sabel never thought it'd be Dairinn who got her in the end. But maybe it wasn't the end she expected.

Sabel had seen that oryx at work. She normally was churning before she even finished swallowing her prey, but her balls were strangely dormant as she finished packing away the cheetah. Sabel squirmed plenty, pushing out at the walls, and found them hardly resisting. They certainly weren't clenching inwards on her like they normally would. She was still utterly soaked in spunk, practically drowning in the sheer musk assaulting her lungs, but at least she was intact. A few squeezes over her body told her she wasn't getting melted down just yet. She was a captive, all curled up with her knees against her cheeks, forced into a compact form, simply waiting. Dai rubbed herself and gave some satisfied moans, before gripping the base of her cock, giving it a squeeze and pointing it up towards the coyote.

"Mmm ... give it a kiss for me? Then we'll get to celebrating together."

Krasnya didn't see why not. She laid her lips on that slathered flare, running her tongue along its edges to lap up the mess clinging to the shiny skin, before going in for the deep smooch on the broad slit. Such a foolish thing it would have been if the oryx hadn't so recently fed her cock. But surely it was safe now. That was her assumption right up to the moment it clamped down on her muzzle. It sounded like it was giving a smooch of its own, but that quickly transitioned to a sloppy gulping, tugging that startled coyote in without a moment's warning. Dai wasn't savouring this one. She had her down to the shoulders in a second, and was soon squishing her tits flat as she continued down her prey's body.

How she was going to fit another in her stuffed sack really wasn't clear. Her balls gripped up around Sabel all the tighter, working hotly but still harmlessly. The cum poured over the cheetah in waves, leaving her sputtering, swallowing some of it, but it remained calm, acting just like any regular jizz. Dai stroked her prey-bulged dick until she was squishing those hips, slurping up that knotted dick, kneading her way along the coyote's thighs as she took her right off her paws. Every inch she consumed made her throb hard, and she leaned against the wall for support, feeling her sack sagging down all the way to the floor. One nut for Sabel, one for Krasnya, and in the way together, smoothly soaking and simmering in the overwhelming heat and scent, sealed tightly in that ebony sack, stretching it to its very limits. Dairinn stood slowly stroking her rigid shaft, somehow holding back the tides of digestion, keeping from cummifying her catches, at least for the moment.

"So, ladies. It seems it's time for some negotiations ..."