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“Frankly, Krasnya, I’m disappointed. I took you for a more cunning leader than that. But not even a hint of useful information, even while you are trapped in such a compromising position?”

Dairinn spoke to her swollen sack as she sat back in the furnace room, her relaxed demeanour hardly hinting at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body as she clenched inwards on her captives. Occasionally, her lower lip gave a tremble, and she wore a soothed, blissful expression as if she was already slipping into afterglow. She wasn’t even close to that. The pressure was only building, making that glossy black nutsack tighten all around the two of them. With one nut for Krasnya, and the other for Sabel, she kept them separated while she slowly sloshed their bodies around in there. Squeezing in on their faces made for a sleek outline of their features in each of her balls, though it didn’t help them answer her many questions. She was done with the interrogation anyway.

“I am much more satisfied with your cooperation, Sabel. Just like old times, hm? We always do such good work together. I believe this concludes our negotiations, friends.”

They couldn’t do much more about that than faintly squirm. The pressure was too much, clamping all around their bodies, keeping their muscles from moving much. Coyote and cheetah alike couldn’t kick or wriggle beyond the slightest efforts, even as that musk-packed prison started really churning. Dai’s balls squeezed inwards, nearly crushing the air out of her captives’ lungs. They worked in firm, undulating motions, compressing around those trapped, curvy forms, bathing them in freshly-creamed spunk. It was only getting thicker, the scent rising up to the point it felt like it might steam them. Sabel herself wavered near the edge of unconsciousness, though as far as she could tell, she was still whole, no matter how aggressive all that cum-digestion got. Krasnya wasn’t faring quite so well. Somehow, Dairinn kept the steady [i]burble[/i] of that aggressive cummifying conversion process from touching the cheetah in the slightest, even while it ravaged the coyote’s body, one messy [i]glorp[/i] at a time. Those upgrades were impressive, Sabel thought, in what little remained of her musk-drowned mind.

Dairinn stroked herself, humming in pleasure. Now and then she gave in to a more indulgent moan, huffing out as she squeezed that pitch black spire, kneading her dick while while those balls got to work on squeezing and slopping the yote down to spunk. Sabel got some of the excess poured all over her as those oryx nuts evened out all the cream they were producing. She was swimming in it, swallowing it, feeling it soaking into her fur, her skin, marking her so deeply she might as well have been turning to jizz as that potent musk overwhelmed her senses to numbness. She had no regrets, except perhaps that she didn’t get to watch all the details of her rival and occasional partner melting down and going smooth within that fat black sack. Kras soaked and simmered, marinating in musky spunk like a slow-cooked meal, softening until she was barely solid any longer. The coyote gave a few last attempts at kicking out as those walls closed in on her, flattening and [i]glurshing[/i] her down to nutsludge, but all she accomplished was wobbling those cumtanks around. Sabel weakly raised her head up, trying to stay above the surface, but she was soon completely immersed, mindlessly drinking Dai’s cum as all went blank but for the sensations. She heard the words the oryx spoke, but hardly really understood them.

“Oooh, my. There she goes, Sabel. Perhaps not as ceremoniously as I’d hoped, but the ecstasy is still forthcoming, mmmh …”

Sabel sank down into the churned up coyote, swimming in thoroughly [i]slorshed[/i] canine, creeping ever closer to just passing out. She still had time before she utterly drowned, but it wasn’t just the lack of air. Getting worked over by those steady, kneading, [i]glurrnnning[/i] motions kept her overstimulated, and the taste, the musk, it was all so powerful she felt her memory fading. Who even was she anymore? At least there was more of her left than there was of Kras. It wasn’t even half a minute and she was already losing her curves, already smoothing and softening. All the dazed wiggling from the cheetah wasn’t helping, stirring up even more digestive activity in those fat nuts until there was nothing left of the coyote’s resistance but for a few little twitches and spasms as she got turned to spunk from every angle at once. Her and only her, preserving the cheetah in the ball-stretching load, letting her simmer in her former rival turned fat load of jizz. It all came to a noisy conclusion in the form of a tight, aggressive [i]clench[/i] along with an echoing glurrrrrn all around her form, and just like that, she was sagging those nuts down, making them round and plump with all the extra preyspunk that used to be the leader of some deadly space mercs.

It wasn’t until Dairinn finally gave a snort and a firm, upwards jolt of her hips, noisily sloshing the contents of her bloated balls up and down, that she finally let off the pressure that was stretching her balls so taut they were perfectly smooth for a few moments, but for the thick, bulging veins. They shone sleekly enough beneath the lights, Dai could have seen her reflection in them if she looked down, but her attention was elsewhere. Her dick flared wide, her cockslit stretched open to gaping by the size of the cumshot shooting up her shaft, and then she was blasting out cheetah and coyote alike. One gushed from her cock as a fountain of jizz, and the other was solid yet immersed. Sabel’s body was one-hundred percent coated in that fresh spunk as she splatted out across the room, sliding along the slippery floor as a tangle of spunk-soaked limbs and spots. The impact stunned her, but eventually she was coughing and squirming her way to the surface of the white hot tidal wave washing across the room, painting it with that big boss musk. Trying to rise was pretty much impossible. Sabel slipped and splashed down into the mess again and again as she struggled. Eventually she just said fuck it and sprawled out beneath the torrent, swishing in the growing pool like she were making a lewd snow angel. She managed a chuckle between coughs as she felt that orgasm subside, listening to it trickling through the room, soaking into the concrete. The heat was almost unbearable, but she didn’t care. She felt a whole lot of relief just to know that she had one less threat to deal with. She was wearing that yote on her face, her tits, and every single other part of her body, inside and out, by that point else. She was beyond needing a shower. Someone was going to have to excavate her from the cum cocoon she was wearing.

“Ahh. Well. That is done. I will leave you to recover,” Dai said, sounding as if she were just barely restraining a chuckle. “There are showers a floor up, if you like. Look for the signs. Then, we shall meet on your ship, yes? It sounds like we have a heavily guarded station to infiltrate.”

It was a surprisingly sudden exit. Sabel couldn’t see a thing, but she could hear the slightly wobbly clop of those hooves leaving the room, and carrying on down the hall. Dai moved until she was well out of sight, and then halted. A tap on her wrist, and she finally answered the message that had been waiting for her all that time. It was coded. She read it over, standing naked in the maintenance tunnel of the station, dripping and naked, her cock only semi-flaccid, but her whole demeanour shifted despite all that. She stood upright, cleared her throat, and shifted into a more businesslike stance. Only then did she start typing back, using the same code which she knew by heart.

[i]On my way. Notify the muscle.[/i]

Sabel didn’t move for a while. She didn’t want to. In all that ‘negotiating’, she’d already blown a load. It mixed in with the mess that completely covered her. Though even with the orgasm, she was ready to rub out another. It could wait. After several minutes of catching her breath, she finally fought against the heavy blanket of oryx jizz, whipping it from her face and struggling to sit up, letting rivers pour from her bleached spots. Or so it felt. Her true colours were still there beneath the mess, somewhere, though she couldn’t catch a single trace of her usual scent. Staggering on bare paws, she slopped her way out of the room, finding Dairinn gone, she squinted her eyes in search of the signs Dai mentioned. Was that her idea of a joke? No, it turned out, there really were showers. And everybody was happy to get well out of the way of a spotted jizz rag dripping cream with every step she took, leaving a musk trail of spunk until she finally found herself in a public shower. The hottest water felt chilling compared to the sweltering seed clinging to her spots. It was going to take a while to get properly clean and look like herself again.

By the time she was relatively dry, if still steaming with Dairinn’s unwashable musk. She didn’t mind at all, nor did she care much about all the station-goers staring at her as she made her way back to her ship, completely nude. It wasn’t like she was going back down for her clothes. She could change on the ship. Presuming Moving through the airlock, she stretched her back and gave a few swishes of her tail when she saw the guests standing in wait on the bridge. There were probably a whole lot of things to worry about. Like how there were only two members of her crew waiting for her, and the whereabouts of the others remained in question. Or how Dai had somehow both found and entered her ship without the captain’s authorization. But that could all wait, thanks to the lingering intoxication swimming through her senses, and the gloriously arousing sight before her eyes. To say the least, Sabel greatly approved of the new outfits clinging to the curves of Dai and her crew.

The well-aged oryx looked perfectly perky and thick with that tight bodysuit hugging her every single detail, giving her tits some extra bounce and highlighting just how hefty they were. Though she wasn’t the only piece of eye candy decorating the bridge. Two exceptionally shapely birds stood tall and ready beside the old boss, their expressions stoic, almost blank. Sabel knew that look well. Maybe they were still partly organic, but that was the piercing stare of someone with an excess of cybernetic enhancements. They were probably a lot more dangerous than they looked. And she was already a big fan of their looks, walking her gaze up and down the plump, shapely figures of those fine, feathered beauties. A striking blue jay and an intensely colourful cardinal, she couldn’t decide which of them she liked the most. Though what remained of her captain’s responsibility made her come up with a few questions.

“Who are the feathery ones?” she asked Dai.

“That’s Bailey, and that’s Carmen,” she said, pointing to the jay and cardinal in turn. “They’ll be backing us up on this rescue mission.”

“Rescue mission?”

“Yeah. Where have you been, boss?” Lauren squinted at the dick-drunk cheetah. “Jasmine and Ysilla have gone off-grid. We think they’ve been captured.”

“Oh. Right, yeah, I knew that. We should probably get right on that.” Sabel spoke while staring directly at Dai’s perfectly outlined bulge. “Who’s got ideas?”

Erica just rolled her eyes, wearing an amused expression. She was used to this kind of thing.

“Big boss came up with something I think you’ll like,” the lizard explained. “It sounds dangerous Just the way you like it.”

Lauren just narrowed her eyes even more. “If you trust her, that is. I’m not especially fond of being used as cannon fodder.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Dai assured, in her usual calm tone. “The birds will take the brunt of it. They know what they’re doing against that kind of opposition. Right, ladies?”

“Mmhm.”

“Yup.”

That was all they had to contribute. At least their voices sounded natural, if slightly too sweetly. Maybe they’d enhanced them, or maybe that was just because they were birds. Either way, one good look at their heft and … girth, and Sabel had no more doubts. She stepped to the console and found a course already set. Thinking nothing of it, she slapped the button and the ship fired up its thrusters. The artifact remained secured in a secret panel of the ship, guarded by nigh-indestructible alloys, and locked behind a password, a bioscan, voice recognition, and a coercion detector. Nobody was getting at it unless she was there, and fully willing to get it out. Maybe flying it right to the base of the government force so intent on getting their hands on it wasn’t the best idea, but Sabel hadn’t earned her reputation by always playing it safe. The daze was starting to clear from her senses, at least a little, and she stood up straight, arched her back, and pointed to the starry horizon.

“Let’s fuckin’ do it. We’re getting them back. Then we’re wiping out the opposition. Nothing’s stopping us now.”

Her confidence was enough that even Lauren was forgetting about those doubts. She’d brought them this far. They’d never lost before. So maybe she was just going to have to follow that crazy cheetah into the breach. Sabel stood with the utmost authority right up until the moment Dairinn put a hand on her shoulder. A little squeeze was all it took to distract her. That sultry voice didn’t help much

“The girls know what to do. I think we have some time to relax while we travel, Sabel.”

The cheetah perked right up, swished her tail, then put on that grin again. With a spin, she put her hands on the oryx’s hips, and had a good stroke over that hip-hugging bodysuit, feeling up that fine ass and getting a squeeze right back in return. Neither Lauren or Erica had any complaints. That lioness was already purring beneath the bulge of Bailey’s fat balls, and Erica was bent over a console, thick lizard tail lifted high as Carmen dry-humped her scaly booty from behind. Dai took Sabel by the wrist and gently guided her to the captain’s chair. The cheetah took a seat, only to slide down deeper, her face looking up from the padded cushion just in time to see that tightly-wrapped ass coming down on her face. The outfit only seemed to make Dai’s booty all the more shapely, squishing on that feline muzzle, totally enveloping her face in that fat oryx ass. Dai’s outfit hugged her booty so tightly, Sabel was already making out with that sweaty donut even before the old boss undressed. She took her time, grinding back and forth, smishing into the captain’s muzzle while autopilot took over the ship. This was probably going to be the most important mission of Sabel’s entire career and life, but really, what better way to spend the buildup than eating a fine ass? It wasn’t like standing around getting nervous was going to help anything.

A smooth unzipping and Dai slipped out of that outfit all in a single motion, plapping her fat nuts down on Sabel’s chin, grinding her ass right back down against the spotty cat’s lips. A [i]smek[/i] of a smooch rang out across the bridge as Sabel’s lips met that glossy black ring. Dai got it sliding over the cheetah’s whole face, slipping along on the layer of sweat clinging to it. There was that thick musk again, pouring all over Sabel’s features, luring her into that dazed, stunned state all over again. No one was judging her. Lauren had a shiny black bird cock stuffed right down her throat, while Erica was getting her shiny green ass pounded with Carmen’s heavy nuts slapping against her cheeks, juices flinging off in all directions. There was nothing sombre or anticipatory about that flight. They fucked and sucked and licked, filling the whole room with that overpowering heat and scent of sex. Pressing down even harder, Dai went for more than just a kiss, slowly spreading her rim open around Sabel’s muzzle, taking her slightly inside. It wasn’t even the first time that day she slurped the cheetah away into her body, though she took it slowly this time, hugging the captain’s features, slowly massaging around those fluffy cheeks with her own contractions of pleasure.

“So, Sabel,” Dai started, once she had the cat partly enveloped. “I hear you have something precious around here somewhere. You’ve taken all the necessary precautions, I’m sure. Something more than a safe, hmm?”

“Nnnngh …” was Sabel’s only reply.

A sweaty [i]schlurp[/i] had almost her entire head tucked away in that oryx’s round ass, hugged from all sides. Then a little more weight, and a little more, slipping sweetly down to Sabel’s neck. Only then did she relax, putting less pressure on the cheetah’s face, keeping her immersed, but allowing just enough room to speak.

“I didn’t quite hear you,” Dai said.

“Hmmmf … yeah. Something like that, heh.”

The cheetah barely managed to speak between her eager slurps, rimming that ass from the inside, eating it out with steady, sloppy, drooling strokes of her tingly tongue. She slathered that fine oryx rump up with her wet licks, stealing away all the heat and musk she possibly could, even as that juicy ring squished down atop her shoulders. Sabel knew Dai could have just devoured her right then if she felt like it. But she showed surprising restraint for having the captain in such a compromising position, slowly stroking her cock while she pressed that ass down on the seat, squeezing on the cheetah’s face hard as a contraction of pleasure overtook her.

“Mmmm,” came Dairinn’s soft moan. “That’s good. That’s very good. And just to be certain, you have of course ensured that every possible security measure is in place, even if someone were to find it?”

Sabel drunkenly chuckled. “Heheh … of course, bitch. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course.” Dai stroked her dick a little faster, rubbing from tip to balls, smearing her precum along that veiny surface to make the ridges and bulges shine all the brighter. “Now, about my cut, for my assistance in this matter …”

Dai squished down a little harder, pressing Sabel’s shoulders together. A little more pressure and she could have started the process of actually consuming that dazed spotty cat, though she let Sabel teeter just on the edge of that, gripping her tightly with the sleek inner confines of her ass.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that …” Sabel groaned. Even enveloped in ass, she was as stubborn about such things as ever.

“I will ask only a modest portion of your proceeds, of course. I have submitted the numbers to your device. If you find a moment, do let me know what you think.”

Sabel couldn’t exactly review them when she was neck-deep in oryx booty. She’d look at them later. She was certainly feeling … suggestible. Enough so to divulge some inconsequential information. But when it came to money, she wasn’t budging, no matter how drunk on whatever substance she might have got. Dai’s musk included. Just to show she was in no mood for negotiating, she stuck her tongue out and wriggled it around inside the boss’ rump, plunging it back and forth, really using the tingly sandpaper texture to its fullest. That was enough to get Dairinn huffing, squeezing, clenching down hard all around Sabel’s head. For a moment, the pressure seemed like it might be enough to slurp the cat away and tuck her inside the oryx’s belly, but instead, she slipped off that feline face and swung her hips around, her cock stiffly bulging with the pressure. Each throb all the way down to her flexing taint, her peak mere seconds away. When she placed that flared tip against the cheetah’s lips, Sabel knew exactly what to do.

Even if she was getting sat on and dominated in her own ship, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to show off. Dairinn didn’t know who she was dealing with. Well, she definitely did, or really ought to by then, but even so. Sabel was happy to demonstrate her impeccable deepthroating skills, slipping her lips sweetly over the flared head of the oryx’s dick just as it started really bulging, pushing it into her gullet to stretch out her neck and show a solid outline in her fur. She got her gulping muscles ready, and it was a good thing too. Not two seconds she was sucking that slick black oryx cock, and she got a massive cumshot straight down the throat. Dai was plenty recharged despite blasting the cheetah halfway across the room a few hours ago, sheathing her shaft in Sabel’s gullet and fucking her fat load right down into the cat’s belly. All the cheetah could do was swallow hard, chugging down that fresh boss jizz, letting her gut swell with the engorging load until she was bloated to something near immobile, ballooning outwards at the foot of her own seat, near to fainting as Dai let every single drop drain down her open throat. It was a tidy facefuck right up to the moment she pulled back, letting her flare flop from the kitty’s stretched jaws, leaving Sabel to drool fresh seed over her tits and swollen middle.

The captain’s expression remained glazed over for a while, at least until she snapped out of it and gave her head a shake. One more smooch on Dai’s nuts, and she pulled herself laboriously into her chair, soon joined by the big boss oryx sitting in her lap. That would do. She could reach her console from there, and issue all the orders she might have needed. With a hiccup and a lick of her lips, she swung her head around to check on her remaining crew and whether they were ready for the assault. The scene was similar. Lauren sprawled back, her gut sloshing, and plenty more pouring from her lips. Erica fared a little better in terms of getting her gut stretched with bird jizz, though she wore most of it instead, her scales coated with a clinging layer of Carmen’s cum. It trickled down her back and butt while she recovered from the vicious rutting the enhanced bird had given her. Sabel just cleared her throat.

“Wake up over there! We’re close. Leave your dicks out for this one, but at least get some boots on.”

Erica stretched, a splash of seed hitting the floor when she stood up straight.

“Coming with us, boss?”

The corner of Sabel’s mouth twitched in a devious way.

“Eventually. I can do more from here, for now.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’ve got like a gallon of cum in your belly,” Lauren teased, giving her own stretched middle a squeeze. “You don’t hear me complaining.”

“And yet it sounds like you are,” Sabel cautioned, and the lioness just gave a shrug. “Don’t fret about it. I know this tiger bitch. She’s always cocky. Thinks she can never lose. Plus, they know they can’t wipe us out if they don’t know where … [i]it[/i] is.”

She didn’t want to give away [i]too[/i] many details with Dairinn in earshot. That devious oryx already knew enough. At least her offer was relatively modest. For someone like her, anyway. She looked over the device on her wrist, then just closed the message for the moment. Cuddles seemed more important. Pressing against that warm oryx body, she did her best not to be overly distracted while they pulled into the government station. No doubt there were a thousand guns focused on the unauthorized ship right that moment, but she didn’t let that intimidate her. She knew they weren’t going to blast them to bits with the artifact on board. They didn’t even know that it [i]was[/i], but how were they going to find out if they exploded everyone involved. A pleased smirk formed on her face as they docked with no trouble at all. They slipped into one of the landing pads and waited for the atmosphere to fill in. Sabel remained where she sat, gesturing for the rest to get suited up and ready.

“Do whatever you have to. Don’t go easy on any opposition you meet. They’re all probably committed a dozen atrocities by breakfast.”

After some cleanup, and some relative gearing, the four frontline fighters moved out together to confront the government's security. It wasn’t exactly the army they expected. Sabel scoffed at the sight of the modest force sent to intercept them. There were only three of them, and they were modestly armed at most. Sabel knew them from past dealings. There was Desi standing there in the lead, the fangy sabrecat a skilled infiltrator, but not skilled enough. Sabel saw right through her attempts at joining her crew, and chased her off before things got nasty. Then there was Aiden, that curvy shark. She might have looked fairly soft, even friendly, but Sabel knew a backstabber when she saw one. That damn fish had worked for her, for her rivals, and then finally for the government, where she seemed most at home. She must have been a good fit if they’d accept a former pirate like her into the ranks. As for that slim phoenix completing the trio, she was a government soldier through and through. Maybe a pyromaniac like Telae might have fit in with one of the more violent gangs, but with the official backing of the massive army, she could get away with all sorts of legally mandated chaos and destruction. She might have looked gentle, but Sabel made sure to especially keep an eye on that one.

“You’re to come with us. Boss’ orders,” came Desi’s voice when the foursome of pirates approached her. She didn’t let them intimidate her, even when they were blatantly bouncing around balls and tits, and forming a tight, unbreakable formation.

“Right. But you know that’s how it’s going to go, right? I assume she does, too.” Erica flashed her teeth in a dangerous grin.

“Mmhm. All within the laws once you give us the reason.” A wicked smile of her own spread across the toothy cat’s lips at that.

“Well. Let’s do this, then.” Erica put her hands on her hips and gave a thrust of her hips, wobbling her nuts at them. Carmen had drained her nicely, but she was feeling plenty hard all over again just looking over the opposition.

That prompted the sound of zippers being slowly lowered, and weapons hitting the ground. They were just ceremonial, really. The government forces were ready to settle things much more lewdly than a shootout. Peeling tight jumpsuits from fur, feathers, and scratchy sharkskin meant they were on more even footing with their four competitors. Or make that three. During the conversation, Lauren had slipped off out of sight, utilizing that feline stealth to make her move. Sabel watched her go, slightly bothered that the lioness hadn’t even bothered to inform her of her plans, though she approved of the idea. The forces didn’t even notice her. Jasmine might have been the better infiltrator, but she wasn’t exactly available at the moment. Sabel assumed she must have been captive somewhere, unable to break out on her own, given she hadn’t heard anything from her in so long. All they had to do was break her out along with Ysilla, take out the boss, and they could fly free and lavish in luxury for the rest of their existence. She purred against Dairinn’s bosom, entirely content that victory was already in her hands, though eventually the oryx seemed to tire of snuggling and stood up with an unusual spring in her step.

“I will return,” she simply said, zipping her suit back up and departing the bridge without a further word. “Apologies that I cannot offer a full explanation right now. But you will thank me when I’m done.”

“Uh huh.” Sabel just shrugged.

She knew how much Dai valued her own mysteriousness. Maybe she was heading off to call in a favour. Or, you know, betray her, but she was prepared for that kind of thing by now. They’d been through the motions plenty of times. Though Sabel had to admit she was slightly suspicious that the government forces seemed to ignore Dai when she moved past the impending melee, leaving it a three-on-three, but she didn’t pay it any mind. All part of the plan, surely. Besides, she was pretty sure she could take that old herbivore one-on-one. It wasn’t like she was massively weak to the intoxicating effects of her scent or anything. At least not when it mattered. Sure, Dai had managed to get her into a highly compromising position twice in such a short time, but Sabel was pretty sure she still had things under control. She watched over the ensuing battle of naked bodies, ready to interfere if necessary. But with the help of those two dangerous birds, the government forces really had no chance. Hervy probably knew that. She was sending out cannon fodder just to make a statement, and maybe to tire out the intruders. How typical of her, throwing valuable workers away like that.

It wasn’t a matter of overpowering them. Those enhanced birds had plenty of strength, and Erica was always ready with tricks of her own, but it was just a matter of squeezing, or rubbing in the right spots, of pushing the opposition where they needed to be. Desi eventually let Bailey’s hands glide up and down her dick, stroking her off while she pressed her own shaft against the sabrecat’s back. A shimmering trail of pre ran down Desi’s spine, and as much as she surely knew she was supposed to be fighting these devious, sexy invaders, she instead found herself pressing back against that thick black dick, letting it slide and smear juices all over her bare fur. She didn’t quite resort to purring, at least. She wasn’t totally giving in. But she was willing to entertain those touches, and slip into that feathery embrace. It just meant she could catch the jay off guard when she thought she’d won. Or so that was what she kept telling herself right up to the moment she felt herself getting bent over, the thick bird dick grinding right between her balls, sliding up to frot with her own shaft, keeping them both pulsing, twitching, trembling even. She was hard enough she gasped every time her cock throbbed, her whole body shaking with the sudden lust that came over her. All she wanted was more, to hump and grind and slip into pleasure, and forget about all those boring [i]duties[/i] that her job required.

Telae was hardly faring any better. She’d never dealt with Erica before. That much was obvious by how easily she’d allowed herself to fall into the lizard’s trap. That tongue was dangerous, and yet she happily let it coil around her like a serpent, stretching out to allow it full access. Erica slurped as she wrapped that cute birdy up, pulling her tongue up taut around her narrow frame and then [i]squeezing[/i]. It was like a constricting python for a few moments, not quite choking but certainly making her gasp and trill. A little tighter and Erica reeled her in, wrapping her arms around her opponent, squishing Telae’s head between those plump, scaly tits. A good squish kept her subdued, suppressing some of those wilder tendencies while the lizard lightly humped at those feathers. That was enough to get Erica nice and hard, leaving a thick gob of pre right on Telae’s lower back, then her booty once that lusty lizard thumped her from behind a few times, pressing her lips to the side of the phoenix’s head and putting out some sultry hisses that sounded like rain. It was pretty much impossible for Telae to hold onto her own willpower after that.

Aiden was maybe a little more feisty. She was down on the floor with Carmen, shark and bird alike humping and thrusting into one another in a lewd duel for dominance. Both of them were fully hard, Aiden’s ebon shaft slipping and sliding against Carmen’s own. Pre trickled down their dicks, splashing onto one another with the force of their competitive frotting. It glistened on skin and feathers alike, running down their sides and hips to pool upon the floor, steaming hot and only getting richer in scent. They rolled with one another, tumbling along the floor, booties smacking to the solid surface as they went. It looked like they were about to leave the scene entirely, battling into the distance, shoving against one another’s chest, tits to tits, but neither coming up with an advantage. Both of them were horny enough to break, but both of them wanted to be on top, and no amount of squeezing, grinding, or thrusting could convince the other to submit.

Desi really wasn’t sure how she’d let herself get in such a position as to be kneeling down, licking those fine smooth nuts the bird was sporting. They had such a shiny, smooth texture that one glance made her immensely curious about how they’d feel beneath her feline tongue. And they were every bit as satisfying as she’d hoped. She slathered them up until they were dripping with cat drool, shining bright beneath the lights of the docking station. After getting herself immersed in the unnaturally enhanced pheromones wafting off of those fine nuts, of course she was content to lick her way to the very tip of Bailey’s dick, kissing against that smooth surface, flicking her tongue along the slit to swipe up every drop of sweet nectar waiting for her there. She accepted that lure so generously that she hardly even noticed her tongue slipping inside. Maybe she was doing that, or maybe she was being tugged along by some muscular force, but she didn’t care right up until that sudden clamp caught her by the tingly slurper and left her stuck in place, gripped by that hungry bluejay cock. This time, Bailey got the cat’s tongue. And she wasn’t letting go.

At least Desi didn’t have to endure getting dragged along by her tongue alone for long. Soon her muzzle was slipping up against that cock, letting her dive face-first down Bailey’s cock. It sucked around her muzzle with ease, stretching and bulging around her features. A deep, wet [i]gulp[/i] of noise slurped the feline deeper, enveloping her to the throat, pressing down to her shoulders. That was when Bailey really had to start stretching, but it was hardly a struggle from there. She slipped smoothly along the curves of her prey, urging her inwards with forceful thrusts of her hips. That meant she basically fucked Desi’s whole body at once, popping those shoulders in to stretch and expand beneath the glossy surface of Bailey’s cock, working on her tits to squish them down nice and flat. Desi felt her own shaft slipping up into the bird’s own. Minutes ago they’d been grinding against one another, almost equal in size, and now she was getting swallowed whole, dick and all, by that bird’s stretchy shaft, feeling the gulps kneading all around her body, pressing on her muscles hard enough to work some of the tension out of them. It was hard to move much when it felt that damn good to slip down an enemy’s dick, even if she could already hear Bailey’s balls rumbling in ravenous anticipation for her creamy arrival. The scent of fresh-churned bird musk was already getting thicker for every inch she slipped down Bailey’s cock. It wasn’t going to be easy to stay conscious with that constant overdose blazing into her lungs and mind alike.

Another good thrust towards the hips of the bent-over feline, and Bailey had as good as claimed her. Slurping up that fine round booty, and finishing off Desi’s own shaft and nuts alike meant the bird had claimed all the important parts of her. She dunked down into Bailey’s nuts with a deep [i]splish[/i], smacking facefirst into the bottom of those sagging cumtanks, stretching them straight down to the floor with her accumulating weight. They expanded right around her form, wrapping her up in the slick, jizz-packed chambers, letting her curl up to accept the sloppy hug of hungering bird nuts pressing all around her curves. It felt like they were trying to seal air-tight around her, drawing a sultry outline of her captive in Bailey’s smooth sack, though soon they loosened up enough to allow Desi to gasp and squirm. She faintly kicked, though it was more like tapping the soles of her bare paws against the walls, glancing off their slippery surface every time she tried to gain any sort of leverage. Those efforts just got weaker by the moment. Every clench drained some of the energy out of her, compelling her to slump, to submit, to let that thick jizz overtake her and wash over her every single detail, polishing her smooth and bleaching her white as she simmered and glorped deep down in Bailey’s stuffed sack.

“One down,” Sabel muttered to herself as she watched. “These birds are good.”

She didn’t bother to consider what Dai was up to when she had such a good show before her eyes. Next up was Erica. She was working as if patiently waiting for Bailey to finish so that she could take centrestage. There was no need for her to rush. With that tongue wrapped tight beneath Telae’s tits, and roped around her waist and thighs, no amount of wriggling was going to allow the phoenix to slip free of that slobbery grasp. Erica tightened her tongue around her, constricting once more, making the bird gasp as she raised her up towards her jaws. A slick sheen of drool glistened on her lips, heavy saliva running down the groove of her tongue, winding around and around Telae’s body until she was thoroughly soaked. And she just got wetter one the lizard’s jaws came clamping down over her face. Erica didn’t bite exactly, but she nibbled plenty, dotting and dabbing over her feathery features while she slurped up that beak. Her tongue already had her prey safely secured, though that didn’t stop the lizard from taking some deep, greedy gropes of those smooth feathers, grinding her dick all over them while she fed Telae into her gaping maw. It was hardly a stretch. Her fluffy prey fit snugly into her gullet, leaving her to gulp and gobble, rapidly downing the phoenix whole once she got her throat around her.

For all the writhing and slapping of balls and booties going on nearby as the shark and cardinal tussled, the sound of gulping was the loudest in the room for a while. Erica made slobbery work of devouring that feathery guard. Telae might have been deadly in the right circumstances, but caught up in the lizard’s gullet, she was hardly more than a soft, wiggly meal to feast upon in throat-bulging [i]ulllps[/i]. Splashes of lizard spit soared up into the air, raining down upon the scene as Erica stuffed her meal straight down into her gut. Her middle bulged out, taut and outlined with Telae’s beaky face, sinking down with her modest weight. Erica’s legs remained planted, strong enough to hold up the extra heft as she fed the bird into her belly, stretching those scales tight, rounding and jiggling with the captive meal. A slurp between the phoenix’s thighs got those birdy legs kicking, though not really for any sort of struggle. Once she no longer needed her tongue to subdue her catch, Erica got absolutely merciless with it, pleasuring her prey to the point she was crying out deep down in the lizard’s gut, giving one last shrill shout of bliss, gushing for the predator in those final moments before she was completely ingested. Erica tossed her head back and took to shaking down those birdy legs and feet like she were a gator, letting her stretched gullet wobble with the occupant, gravity doing more work than her throat muscles. It wasn’t until Telae’s toes crept past her lips that she licked them one more time and gave that body-shaking [i]GULP[/i] that finished the job, her tits and ass alike bouncing with the vigorous effort she gave to swallowing down the opposition whole, showing off her prey-filled gut with a sway of her hips and butt, bouncing booty and belly alike as she hissed in satisfaction, groping herself up and down while her cock thumped against her gut. Then, less sensually, she belched up a few wet feathers and a puff of hot phoenix-scented steam. Or was that smoke?

After a thick mess of precum and exertion was layered over the bodies of the shark and cardinal, there was finally a clear winner, or at least it looked as much with the big bird firmly seated atop the fish’s face. Maybe that wasn’t the safest place to be when trying to dominate a shark, but Aiden seemed fair from chomping. She let herself be smothered, left in a dizzied daze, wavering back and forth while Carmen smooshed down hard enough her bootycheeks were touching the floor. That of course put Aiden’s snout firmly against the bird’s taint, and then a slight wiggle made her kiss against Carmen’s rim. That heavy bird didn’t give a hint of mercy, grinding down and completely smothering the sharkess in scent and warmth. Those feathery cushions were plenty comfortable, and Aiden’s face fit perfectly between them, but of course Carmen wasn’t going to be content with just a cozy seat, especially with the others already churning up those workers in nuts and guts alike. The sound of sloshing and simmering compelled her to press harder, more urgently easing down to completely claim that pinned guard. All it took was a little more pressure to spread herself out around the shark’s snout and start shoving her straight up that thick, feathery ass of hers.

For as stoic and professional as she could be, Carmen had to give a musical chirp of pleasure and a gasp when she felt Aiden’s whole head slipping inside. She pushed until she felt and heard a [i]POP[/i], sealing that tight rim right around the shark’s throat, clenching and contracting rapidly while her own cock spurted hard. At first glance it looked like she was cumming. Even from Sabel’s seat, she could see those thick ropes shooting up an arcing down to splatter on the floor as Carmen rode her new toy. Aiden wasn’t exactly resisting. She squirmed, even kicked a bit, plapping her heels down on the floor meagerly, but that wasn’t going to stop the deadly bird. Carmen had taken care of dozens of [i]problems[/i] for Dairinn in the past. One more was no struggle. Once she set to work on Aiden’s shoulders, nothing could stop her. She stretched, she squeezed, she bulged herself with the shark’s stunned face, and she massaged her own slowly expanding belly as she fed the government muscle towards her gut in reverse. Bouncing that booty on her prey just served to pound Aiden inside of her all the faster, thumping and jiggling, letting slip the occasional chirp to betray just how [i]good[/i] it felt to stuff that wriggling rival up her ass. It was nothing personal for Carmen. She needed to be disposed of, and it just so happened this was the position the two of them ended up in. But that didn’t mean the bird couldn’t enjoy every single second of it.

Slowly rising to her feet, she took Aiden right with her, letting the shark dangle from that ass a second until she was on her knees. Kneeling beneath the cardinal’s gloriously thick rump put her in prime position for Carmen to come down on her, essentially twerking that ass like she was riding an especially big dildo. That meant squishing Aiden’s arms to her sides, suppressing her ability to wriggle much at all. A good squeeze on her tits briefly took the wind from her lungs, but she managed to gasp hot air on her way in, even if there wasn’t much. Her toes curled as she teetered on the edge of just fainting, but she held on long enough to feel her cock slip past the resistance of the bird’s rim, getting slurped right inside and squeezed on with rising speed. Those clenching contractions were a blur to Aiden. The pumped down on her dick over and over, leaving her faintly kicking, twitching her thick tail. The last glimpse of her balls before the popped in with the rest of her was just enough to see them tightening, and she gave a muffled cry in Carmen’s backside as she went over the edge within the bird, spraying herself down with fresh cum, letting it soak over her skin and lubricate her journey deeper beneath those lifted tailfeathers. A little more, a little more, and she was just a pair of feet sticking out of Carmen’s ass. The cardinal gave Aiden’s soles a smack, then squeezed down hard, huffing as she squatted there, using the strength of those inner muscles to fight against gravity and tuck her away in a hot, feathery butt.

Sabel knew those three were going to need a little time to recover after their impressive showing. Bailey was already softening the sabrecat in her glossy nuts, stroking that flared dick as she melted Desi down to weighty nutsludge, but she wasn’t done with her yet. Erica digested Telae as if trying to make as much noise as possible. She thumped her gut with a closed fist now and then, making sure the deafening churning echoed out between her wet [i]urrallps[/i], the phoenix within burning away in potent stomach acids. And Carmen soon caught up with the rest, flopping forward, letting her gut hang down over her hard dick, sagging nearly to the floor as it wobbled with the captive shark. Aiden might have been chompy enough to hurt her inside, but she wasn’t even resisting anymore. She let the gentle rocking of those innards keep her calm, listening to the rising grumble of Carmen’s intestines. Aiden didn’t even make it as far as the bird’s actual stomach. She just started fizzing away and absorbing right there in Carmen’s bowls, getting tugged and pinched and kneaded by the bird’s modified digestive system. Maybe it was more like absorbing her than dissolving her, but either way, the heavy shape of her bulging in the bird’s middle started shrinking with every second spent squeezing down on the captive fish.

It was a good time for Sabel to get up and look for Lauren and Dai. She couldn't raise either of them on comms. That was pretty typical for the secretive oryx, but she had to wonder what that meant the lioness was up to. She’d vanished right out of sight, slipping into the guts of the station, moving through maintenance hatches and crawling through vents in utter silence. Sabel knew that was a skill of hers, but she’d even turned off her tracking. Was she up to something that she didn’t want her boss to know about? The answer was technically a yes, though it was less that she was plotting against Sabel, and more that she suspected the cheetah might have been slightly … compromised. Lauren couldn't blame her. Even she was having a hard time thinking straight once she picked up Dairinn’s perfumed musk. That gave her a clear trail to follow as she snuck her way through the innards of the station, planning to spy on the wandering oryx, or even to spring upon her by surprise, if such a thing proved necessary. That was looking more and more likely when she saw what the shifty boss was up to.

It was just as she suspected. That oryx was definitely up to [i]something[/i]. Whether it was self-serving or something more insidious, Lauren wasn’t sure yet. But as she heard those clopping hooves approaching, she had to ask herself one question. Just how exactly was Dairinn standing in this part of the ship? Maybe someone with connections like she had knew how to procure an access card or the like. Though even then, was she really wandering in there totally alone and unguarded? It was almost like she had nothing to fear there, even walking among those ultra-dangerous government forces. She knew she should have relayed a message to Sabel about it, but for all she knew, the cheetah was in on it too. Maybe the two of them were planning to run away together. Lauren needed answers, and she wasn’t going to wait for them. She watched while Dai typed something into a console, standing there in what looked sort of like a server room. Such a strange thing for a top-of-the-line cruiser to have such a thing, when everything was so compact and almost invisible. There must have been a [i]lot[/i] of information stored there to necessitate such a thing. And she was quickly loading it into her wrist-mounted device, not even bothering to glance around to see if anyone was watching. That let Lauren remove the cover of the vent and drop down silently behind the herbivore. Seeing the back of the oryx’s head was tapping into those old buried lioness instincts. She knew exactly what to do, right up to the moment Dairinn turned around.

“Something I can help you with, Lauren? There’s no need to sneak about.”

The cat stopped short, straightening up from her squatted, pounce-ready position. Though even if she was suddenly off-guard, she didn’t let the boss distract her. Even with the bulge in her jumpsuit looking so enticing.

“I want to know what you’re doing here all by yourself,” she insisted.

“Hm. And do I get to ask you the same? It seems you’re not very good at following your captain’s orders, dear.”

That just made Lauren narrow her eyes.

“Now you’re just dodging the question. And besides - it’s simple. I came here to check on you.”

“I see, I see. Well.” Dairinn folded her arms. “There is certainly an explanation, but it’s not one I can currently trust you with. Especially considering you might give up such information under duress.”

“That’s not good enough and you know it,” Lauren sneered, stepping closer.

Dairinn didn’t react to the obvious aggression. Instead, she shrugged, and then reached to the zipping of her outfit once more. A slow slide casually revealed her confined breasts, and then her half-hard cock sprang free from beneath the tight material as she unveiled it. Even partly soft, it was still an impressively thick slab of meat. The sight of it hit Lauren’s senses, making her immediately salivate. Her own cock gave a twitch, but she shook her head and scowled.

“You stop that. I’m not going to fall for your charms. Not right now.”

“Consider it an exchange, dear lioness. All you need to do is forget about this encounter, and I will ensure you are taken care of in the future. A little trust, and everything will be just fine, for the both of us.”

“Hmph. I’m not easily bought, you know.”

“And that is why I will ensure I don’t buy you with ease.”

Dai’s soft smile was so warming. Lauren looked into that kind older face. There was hardly a trace of the deviousness she knew well Dairinn possessed. Maybe she could trust her. But she still owed her. If she was going to keep that old lady’s secrets, then she had better make it good. Lauren found herself wandering over with a demanding dominance to her step, but once she was near, all she wanted to do was touch, and stroke, and squeeze that cock of Dai’s until it was full and flared in her hands. She rumbled to herself, not quite a purr but close, as she pumped that oryx dick to full, working her palms up and down its entire surface until she reached those fat balls. As far as she was concerned, she could touch all she liked, pushing her weight into the oryx’s chest, backing her into a wall so she could take a nice tingly-tongued slurp over those smooth black nips. Dairinn just leaned back and let the lioness fondle her, sighing delightedly.

“I’m glad we could come to such an agreement, Lauren.”

The lioness just gave a growl, licking along the oryx’s throat, even giving her a light nip there on such a vulnerable place. Dairinn didn’t flinch. She accepted that through groping, shrugging off her suit, letting her Lauren examine every inch of those splotchy markings. Then she licked them too. Greedily slathering Dai up and down with her tongue meant spreading saliva over every one of those mature curves. She slurped those tits, sucked those nips, even gave them a little bite. It wasn’t a hard chomp, more of a nip, but it was just enough to remind her that for once, the carnivore really was in charge. And just to really prove that point, she went ahead and startled jerking Dairinn off, pumping her dick up and down with dominant force, slipping and sliding on the pre she was spurting out. Lauren let that mess squish between her fingers as she brushed up to that fat, flared head, slipping along the oryx’s open cockslit for less than a moment. But that was enough.

Her motions came to a sudden halt, throwing off the cat’s whole balance as her eyes opened wide with visible confusion. Just what exactly had [i]grabbed[/i] her like that? She glanced down, and could hardly believe what she saw. She didn’t remember shoving her hands in there. They were clasped together as if in prayer, tucked snugly into the oryx’s dick. Dairinn let a slight smirk creep into her soft smile, and then just bucked her hips once. Lauren hardly moved as that cock slipped smoothly to her elbows, making her bend down slightly, her face inches away from the gripping slit that had claimed her limbs. Another clench, and she found herself kissing against that slit, her muzzle meeting the slippery opening, taking in a mouthful of Dairinn’s taste and a noseful of her scent all at once. She couldn’t even tilt her head back much, leaving her to just turn her eyes up towards the boss. Dai remained relatively stoic, but there was amusement in her eyes. Her voice was calm, soothing even.

“There we go. Right where I want you. Just relax, Lauren. Let me spoil you. I’ll give you something nice in exchange for your silence.”

Silence indeed. Lauren wanted to respond, wanted to protest, but she soon found herself quieted by the grip around her muzzle as that cock squeezed her lips shut. Dai thrust forward, fucking that trapped cat down her dick, taking in her entire head and moving onto her shoulders in hardly any time at all. The excess of precum making the trip extra slippery certainly helped, but she still had to grab and shove and try to force the cat in faster. It wasn’t because Lauren was being especially resistant. She just had no time to drag it out, no time to really savour the feeling, as much as she would have liked to. Once she was flattening the lioness’ tits to her chest, she gained plenty of momentum, fucking forward and devouring the suspicious cat down her dick all in a matter of minutes. She cleared her throat and did her best to speak without moaning her words as she [i]schlurked[/i] Lauren away.

“Nnnf - now, I know this might not ease your suspicions. But I really am on your side. It is simply necessary to seem like I am not, for the moment, if everything is going to work as planned. So you see why you are a great inconvenience to my - hnnnmff - to my machinations.”

Lauren had no response. She was far too stunned by the scent swimming through her lungs, blasting out her thoughts, luring into a state of squirmy submission. It wasn’t enough to make her completely give up, but she was barely there, barely even realizing what was happening to her. Even with her jumpsuit still firmly in place over her curves, it still felt amazing to take the long, hot, smooth slide down Dairinn’s dick, to settle into her balls and swim in that fresh spunk. Every breath was intensely arousing, ensuring she was bulging in her suit as her dick and balls got swallowed up into the oryx’s fat shaft. Now and then her indignity over the whole thing reminded her to shove or wiggle or otherwise make Dairinn’s life more difficult. But once she felt those hands grasping her ass and shoving her down, Lauren couldn’t help but huff a little, grinding her bulge all the way into Dai’s sagging sack, letting it sag and slosh with her curve shape until she was utterly immersed in jizz. Those glossy nuts plapped to the floor with a heavy [i]slorsh[/i], splashing cream all over Lauren’s shape. Her outfit was already starting to melt off of her body, exposing her naked fur to steaming hot spunk, turning those chambers from prison into a sauna as she simmered away in the base. One more slurp, one more wet pop the squirt precum across the room, and Lauren’s paws vanished right along with her prespunk-soaked tail tuft. One more cock-gulp and she bulged her way to the bottom, thudding into those weighty cumtanks with a splash like an inelegant high dive into pure musk.

One more [i]splurch[/i] of juices spraying from Dai’s dick was the final exclamation point on that sudden indulgence. She lurched forward for a moment under the weight of her sack, only to straighten back up. A few attempts at zipping up her suit proved fruitless. Not with balls that big. She was just going to have to drag those [i]glorping[/i] orbs bare across the floor as she finished her business. Just a few pieces of vital information was all she needed to complete her task. After that, it was a matter of hauling Lauren along to a secret panel that opened on her approach, recognizing her bio-ID. It was slow-moving with her nuts full of slowly melting lioness, but she eventually made her way to a private shuttle, hidden away in a secret port on the underside of the station. There was a ship waiting for her there, but this time, security wasn’t quite so agreeable with her. When she stepped close, it gave an effort beep, flashing a message.

[i]Unknown bio-signature detected.[/i]

At first she frowned, only to scoff in amusement when she realized the problem. Looked like her escape was going to have to wait. Reaching down, she hefted up her sack and gave her balls a good jiggle each, wobbling them around and stirring up some more activity. They gave an aggressive [i]glurrrrrn[/i] in response and started pumping around the trapped cat more rapidly. Activating her enhancements meant she could process Lauren down to spunk in minutes, filling her nuts to a bloated, expanded shape, taut and smooth, bouncing and noisily jostling their creamed contents around as that curvy feline shape sank down to nothingness beneath the veined nuts of the oryx. There were still a few faint traces left, a few indistinct bulges in Dai’s balls by the time she tried the ship again, but they were already so close to being part of her, the lion’s DNA overwritten for the oryx’s own, that this time the ship gave a welcome message and opened for her. She was going to have to bust a fat load sooner rather than later, but first, she thought it more important to sit at the controls and soar off into the void, her secrets intact.

Her loyal employees carried on their mission as before, pressing forth, navigating as if they knew exactly where they were going. Erica followed behind, watching those feathered booties going. Bailey dragged her nuts along, hardly seeming burdened by the weight, and Carmen swung her hips back and forth, her softening, flattening belly working fast to smooth over while she absorbed the shark directly into her semi-organic system. Whether as calories or biofuel, it wasn’t really clear, but she was getting a little thicker even as she walked. Erica didn’t work quite as fast on the phoenix in her gut, though she was digesting that feathery morsel just fine, smoothing her over and plucking her clean with belly acids, packing on the pounds beneath her scales as she siphoned the melted guard into her intestines. She was starting to wonder how she’d fare in another confrontation so shortly after ingesting a whole person. It was starting to feel like she could use a break for some … relief. So she was feeling a little better about their chances when the birds silently burst through a room, breaching in as if about to launch an assault, only to reveal an empty bathroom for their needs. That was much better.

Erica followed along, finding a stall to sit her scaly ass down. Those feathers tickled on the way out. She squeezed and dumped that bird down into the bowl, and right next door Carmen was doing very much the same. Though in her case, there wasn’t much. Aiden was much bigger than Telae before getting digested, but after a while spent in the bird’s backside, she was hardly more than a few softened bones, clunking down and splashing into the water, the rest of her already packed onto Carmen’s curves, or sucked away into her batteries. There was no way those bones were going to flush, but the cardinal hardly cared if she clogged the toilet on an enemy ship. Erica at least hit the handle a few times, sending that tightly-packed lizard shit swirling away as she kept on squeezing Telae out. It was enough to make her huff a little, those feathers more than ticklish, but outright stimulating as they worked their way out with the rest of the phoenix. Though she wasn’t having near as much fun as Bailey.

The bluejay picked a stall of her own, though she didn’t really need one. Packing herself in there meant she had plenty of room to jerk herself off, moving as if mechanically in a perfect stroking motion, pointing her dick towards the open toilet. Once her cock gave that certain stiff thump, bulging with the load, her balls clenching and loudly working, her taint tightening, it was clear that a mere toilet wasn’t going to be adequate to hold that much spunk. She splattered the whole stall in former Desi, painting the walls, letting it flow to the floor and run beneath the dividers to swirl between Carmen and Erica’s toes. They didn’t pay it much mind. They were busy, and Bailey kept erupting until she was clattering some spunk-soaked bones against the wall, raining them down into the rest of the mess, letting the whole room smell of bird seed by the time she was down letting off all that pressure. Her balls were plumper than they began, but they were a much more manageable size as she sighed to a finish. That little huff of pleasure was about the most emotion Erica had heard her express yet.

Sabel had to wonder what the hell was taking everyone so long. She sat in the ship, waiting for a response on the radio. Was everyone going and betraying her today? Or were they already in some trouble, needing her to bail them out as usual? She couldn’t take it. Hopping up and zipping herself into a suit, she set out into the dock and pushed past the doors, finding them all opening for her as she made her way along the hallways. Even if she hadn’t the faintest clue of where she was going, it was better than sitting around. Besides. She was pretty sure that tigress was going to want to deal with her personally. That explained why she encountered no opposition, no guards or defences on her way along. Eventually she got to what looked like it might have been a detention area, and made her way down the stairs. She could feel the eyes on her back by then. But she waited, knowing that the stalker would show their face soon. And she was going to be ready for them.