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Love was in the air. Or maybe that was just the pollen. Mahiri always preferred the colder months, partly for how relaxed the snow always made her feel, but also because spring brought with it a whole rush of new, tingly sensations that could be an incredible pain to deal with. Going into heat meant getting squirmy, antsy, sometimes irritable, and most of all, deeply, agonizingly horny beyond all belief. Either she booked off the whole week for getting plowed absolutely stupid, or she was just going to have to grit her teeth and deal with it, trying not to cloud every room she was in with her own excess of fuck-me pheromones. Maybe she would have even got through her season without doing anything foolish, if she was all by herself, isolated and locked away far, far from anyone who could amplify and encourage her own instinctual lust and turn it into something feral, something driving, urgent, and utterly impossible to ignore. Good thing she was spending so much time around the living opposite of tranquility in the form of one very cute hyena girl named Keedee.

The two spotty girls had been spending more time together than usual ever since Mahiri did the whole swap-over thing. From friends to girlfriends, but not girlfriends, they often snuggled up for movies or just lazed about having dinner when they both had a night off. Sometimes there was smooching. Sometimes there was more. And that would have been all well and good if it wasn't for the fact that their heats synced right up with one another's, gripping them at the very same time. Being around each other made them hornier, and hornier, reflecting back and forth like a ping pong ball of pure desire, amplifying whoever was less needy until they surpassed the other, and so on. The short of it was, there they were, naked and sweaty on a particularly hot evening, pressed up tight against each other's bodies, lips locked and tongues dancing in a sloppy interplay of drooly slurps, while they pressed their soaking sexes against each other, the couch squeaking with the force of their slippery scissoring.

They were a mess of rowls and giggles as they fucked each other, sharing the sleek essence of their rising heat as they kept their pussy lips gliding against one another's. And that felt fine. Even good. But it wasn't quite the pure release they deeply craved, no matter how manically they humped and thrust against each other. Fingering wasn't enough either, and licking the taste from those plunging digits after pumping each other to mutual orgasm did nothing but drive them deeper into their respective frenzies. They were nipping at the air, clawing each other, biting or at least gnawing. Kee thankfully didn't utilize the full strength of those hyena jaws, but she left some marks on Mahiri's skin beneath her fur nonetheless. They were sopping in their pheromonal heat, sprawled out together, panting steam. It wasn't even that warm out yet, far from the scorch of summer, but together they were two curvy furnaces, radiating warmth, making the windows steam up with perspiration as their heat transformed that cozy apartment living room into a humid sauna.

"We've gotta call someone," Mahiri finally said. "I need to get cummed in."

"Nnngh ... me tooooo ..." Kee whimpered, gritting her teeth. "We shouldn't ... but ... what if ... "

"What if ..." Mahiri mimicked.

"What if we did anyway? And we got fucked so hard, and didn't even think about it, just did it, cause it'll feel SO good." She stopped, and seemed to almost scream with sudden laughter at the thought, her tits bouncing with the force of those violent cackles. "Unnn, I wanna, I wanna do it ..."

"Yessss ..."

Mahiri hissed through her clenched teeth as she reached for her phone. It wasn't even really a question. She had no time to think about it. Her most recent contact was right there at the top of the list. Poor lion. Little did Michael know that casually chatting with her last night meant he'd pretty much officially signed his next evening away to the whims of two desperately horny ladies. The leopardess didn't so much as bother to warn him. She didn't care if he was busy. He didn't get a heads-up text, but rather just found his phone buzzing with a video call out of nowhere. And the moment he picked up, he was going to get a whole eyeful of two soaked, slathered pussies as Mahiri pointed her phone straight down between her thighs while she fondled herself and Kee alike. The little microphone on her device might not have been the most powerful, but it was sensitive enough to pick up the incredibly lewd schlick that came with glossing their digits over those juice-slick cunts for him to see. He couldn't even form a proper greeting while he stared.

"Oh my gooood ..." came his voice on the other end, once he fully comprehend the majesty of what he was looking at. He had no further comment at that time.

Just to make sure he knew who he was dealing with, Mahiri raised the phone to her face, casting the most intensely feline glare she could at the camera, staring at the stunned lion's face on the other side as if he were a tasty zebra. She showed her teeth and let slip a deep yowl, licking along the edge of her lips, letting the wet sound of her tongue be the full extent of their conversation for several seconds. Then she slurped right between two extended fingers, swiping the taste from them, slowly, but firmly, dragging along and dropping her leopard noises down to a low, constant motorcycle rumble. Then it was Kee's turn to get loud about it, her shrill giggles sounding out, making Michael recoil from the blast of sound. His speakers crackled, unable to even handle the decibels that loony yeen was pumping out. She flashed her teeth too, though no one in the world could have possibly found that cute little cookie-yena intimidating, even at her wildest. Nonetheless, he was starting to get the idea.

"Do you girls ... need something?"

Their voices became as one, a legion of lust projected out like they were possessed by horny demons. That wasn't entirely out of the question, knowing them.

"COME OVER."

They didn't have to tell Michael twice. And they weren't going to, either. The lion gave them a quick nod of acknowledgement.

"Be right there!"

After that, he disconnected from the call and started scrambling his way through his bedroom to get dressed well enough he didn't get arrested in the mad dash over to Kee's apartment. His head was in a heavy cloud of fuck-thoughts, but there was enough of him left to know that was where they were. He recognized the couch in the background. It was the site of several wild evenings. And mornings. And afternoons. It was a good thing they were only a few blocks away, though that was still a long way to travel while awkwardly side-stepping his way along, trying not to let his boner bulge out in his pants too obviously. Anyone looking at him closely was going to know for certain that he was one horny lion jogging down the street, bobbing that firm cat dick up and down as he went, but at least he wasn't out there for long. What was usually a fifteen-minute stroll ended up being a five-minute dash, though that did mean he was puffing and showing a bit of sweat beneath the wrinkled shirt he threw on before tossing himself out the door. A little bit of maleness certainly couldn't compete with the scent pouring out from the beneath the front door, but it would at least add to the effect.

The only problem was, there were two women in a deep, overpowering heat on the other side of that door. He could sense them, and not just by their scents. They gave off a warm, powerful energy like no other. He was just some young lion who was hardly anything like the big cats in the wild, or at least most of the time, but that all changed once he was close enough to them. A leopard and a hyena, two species he had all kinds of instinctual history with, and they were right there, ready for him - that was enough to get him worked up somewhere far beyond merely horny. He could feel the force of feral lust empowering him, possessing him. He was at the same time completely in control of himself and helpless, trapped in his own body while it got taken over by the spirit of a wild lion. There was no small part of him that wanted to just tilt his head back and roar right there on the spot, but he'd save that for a moment of triumph. He heard a thump on the other side of the door, and a constant rumble mixed in with sharp, staccato giggles. Every part of him was tingling when he heard the click of the lock, and he was all but ready to fling himself in and pounce the both of them on the spot, but they moved faster.

Getting so suddenly presented with the steaming bodies of two blazing hot, completely naked savanna beasts in heat was enough to stun an elephant, nevermind a young lion. He stared for just long enough to let them seize him by the wrists, taking one hand each. Strong cat though he was, he couldn't resist them. They tugged him straight through the door and sent him staggering, swarming him like they were a whole pack with just the two of him. He felt claws pressing into his skin through his shirt. They didn't shy away from using their teeth either. Mahiri's were sharp enough, nibbling along his shoulder, even getting her fangs on the side of his neck, right through his mane. Just the slightest touch to that sensitive spot was enough to make him shiver, to throw him right off his game for a crucial moment. Then there was Keedee and those bone-crunchers of hers, gnawing on his arm until he couldn't help but snort and tug away, wrestling his way out of the heated assault.

"Hey, hey, ow! There's enough lion for everyone!"

"Michael you don't understand," Kee fussed, barely holding back her own whimpers. "I neeeeeed you."

Mahiri didn't even bother with words. She gave a sultry snarl up to the big maned cat, flashing a look in her pretty green eyes that he'd never even seen in them before. That was the kind of intensity he thought of when he pictured, well, real leopards, not the cute friendly spotty girl he knew. It wasn't often that he found himself thankful for his fancy purple and gold mane. The practical purpose of protecting his neck was often forgotten in favour of its ornamental value. If it wasn't for all that floof, that wild leopardess would have had full access to his throat, and he wasn't sure he trusted her right now. That was more than just an intense glare. He couldn't even tell for certain if she was sentient, the way she was flashing her teeth, curling her lips back in a perpetual snarl. Not that he was afraid of her. Basking in her scent, he found his own inner intuition awakening, his own lips twitching, and a truly potent, guttural rumble building up in his chest, filling him with power beyond his usual muscular strength alone as they started slowly pacing in a circle, staring each other down, their fangs gleaming. Everything came naturally to him. His deepest-rooted instincts knew the script.

Of course, with his focus so firmly settled on Mahiri, exchanging feline sounds, accelerating each other's instinctual drive, he wasn't paying enough attention to Keedee. A lion should have known better than to ignore the hyena on his flank. She might have been a foot shorter than him and barely half his weight, but she was imbued with that usual hyena rambunctiousness even at the calmest of times, and this wasn't one of those times. Throwing herself forward, she caught in the side with her shoulder, attempting to tackle him like a linebacker, though she wasn't nearly big enough for that. Still, she managed to knock him off balance, and that was the perfect opportunity for Mahiri to strike. Kee went recoiling off, ricocheting like a spotty bullet right as the leopardess lunged at him, throwing her full body weight into his chest. He managed to catch her in the air, but his feet weren't obeying him, getting all crossed with one another until he went crashing to the floor with two horny creatures piling on top of him. They didn't give him a moment.

"Rrrrrrrr ..." said Mahiri as she sat on his belly, weighing him down with her heft and curves.

"You two are something else right now," Michael mused. He couldn't help but briefly grin amid all the returned snarls. But that was going to be his last opportunity to speak for a while.

Keedee didn't weigh much, it was true, but it was still awfully dangerous of her to just throw herself at Michael's face while he lay prone beneath the leopardess. She managed at least to land with her knees on either side of that finely-maned head, kneeling down atop his muzzle, and instantly immersing him in a rich, humid sauna of 'yena scents, letting him slowly drown in the juicy feast that was her dark, puffy cunt. He wasn't to be deterred. She was even more thickly horny than usual, but that didn't stop him from reaching up and taking her by the hips, pressing his nose into the fluff just above her clit so he could take a long, deep huff of her pussy, sucking down all those lovely flavours like they were his drug. His reward was giggles, higher, shriller than before, coming faster. Kee hardly seemed to pause for breath while she projected that manically excited sound, and so he didn't either. Sniffing, sighing, drinking it all in, he sent himself straight to hyena overdose, letting those juices dribble down over his muzzle, or sink sweetly into his mane, matting it down with the mark of Kee's concentrated lust.

She rode him with a squish of lips to lips. He could feel her trembling. Her pussy quivered, and so did she, little vibrations rolling up and down her body, rattling down her spine. And he'd certainly never seen her be so assertive. He couldn't see much from where he was, but Mahiri's hands on the hyena's shoulders were all the encouragement she needed. And a little extra pressure coming down on Michael's face made it all the better. Kee smoothed and slathered from the lion's chin to his nose, sliding back and forth, smearing him with the excess of mess clinging to her cunt. Every slick stroke made a slurp, and that was before he reminded her just how potent a good, rough cat tongue could be. Her scream was deafening, vibrating, mixing in with those burst-fire cackles while she humped his extended tongue, dancing and wiggling atop that tingly texture, bouncing up and down, her thighs quivering like mad. But she still wanted more, squelching that sleek hyena pussy down on his face, not letting him rest until he was tasting her insides, shoving within and penetrating her with that scratchy muscular organ, wriggling around within her clenching depths, feeling her every single clench and contraction, swimming in her overwhelming flavour.

It occurred to him that his position was roughly equivalent to standing in front of a cracking dam. She'd already soaked him, coating him with the glistening facepaint of her viscous liquid lust, and that was before he tonguefucked her to orgasm. He could feel her getting closer, tightening, shaking, squeezing hard around his tongue until he could barely move it, caught up in the vise-clamp of her little muscles working overtime as climax seized hold of her. That she actually fell silent for a few seconds was astounding enough in itself. Then came the flood. She gushed for him, squirting hard enough he just had to close his eyes and endure the storm, feeling his mane clinging to his head while she doused him in the thick release, delighting his palate in a cocktail of hyena pheromones. He could taste the horny sizzling within her, the paralyzing need that kept her from thinking of anything else. And he drank it down when it didn't just splatter him, gulping while the shiny layers of fluids trickled down his chin and over his chest, the sound of Kee panting above the only sound for a while. Then she was snickering again, schlurrrrrping her way off his face with a slick pop, leaving him to bathe in the mess she'd made of him. He got as far as parting his lips to make some sort of comment before it was Mahiri's turn to get herself all over him.

That meant bringing that fine, spotty booty down in reverse, making a seat of his great, maned face, and using his nose and mouth alike as a pedestal for her soft pussy, letting her feel those swollen lips, those pulses running through her innards. He barely managed a huff before she squished down hard, grinding, sliding, using his muzzle like her own personal skating rink, grinding and glossing back and forth across his lips until her juices were his makeup. Even on top of the layers of mess Keedee left him wear, she got him wetter, deeper into scent and pheromones, drinking them down until he was completely drunk on them, feeling as if his thoughts were bubbling up and popping in his mind. There was no need to be Michael, he just needed to be a lion. And even from beneath the leopardess, he could take a little control, could reach up and squish those hips in a mighty grip, pulling her down even harder onto his face, showing her he could handle anything she threw at him. Or at least that was what he thought.

Still clothed as he was, his clothes were starting to feel like a prison cell, trapping all his body heat, and keeping his cock from standing up as tall as it wanted to. It pounded away in his pants - a pair of sweats thrown on when they were the first thing in sight. Keedee attacked them. She dragged them from his legs with her little grabby paws, letting his dick spring forth right in front of her face. That firm pink spire of lion meat barely got a minute to breathe in the open air before Kee enveloped it in her drooly maw, stuffing it towards the back of her throat, plunging down until she kissed her lips against his crotch. The sloppy sucks that followed were enough to make him abandon all semblance of intimidating growls and just moan into Mahiri's pussy, letting those sounds echo into her cavern as he delved deeper with her heavy grinding and booty-bouncing, mashing down on his muzzle until his face was the next best thing she had to a dildo. And if he squirmed too much whole she smothered him senseless, Kee just sucked his cock hard, doing her best to hold him down with her tiny strength, working up and down at a savage pace, smacking her muzzle down and then lunging right back up to do it again, slurping so hard it made some ridiculous noises. He might have chuckled if it wasn't for his situation, immersed in pretty kitty pussy, swallowing her flavour in heavy gulps between the constant plunging thrusts of his tongue.

Mahiri wasn't letting him breathe. He was just going to have to endure. He felt her paws slipping beneath the back of his head, sandwiching him between soft cat paws and squeezy pussy, keeping him trapped, locked in and sucking it all down. Every little wiggle of his tongue made her tighter on him, but he didn't care. He could hear her rowling, those rumbles seeming to echo through her whole body, vibrating against his face while he stayed deep beneath the surface. His head was starting to spin, his chest starting to burn a little, but the unceasing hyena cocksucking Kee gave him kept him focused, kept him conscious. If he wasn't careful, he could have easily passed out in all the excitement, but he stayed strong and steady enough to work Mahiri to her peak, turning those rowls into shrill, nasty snarls. He could just picture the vicious look on her face, maw stretched with with the roar of climax bursting from her as she gushed for him, and he rode with her to that mountain high, tingling everywhere right up to the moment his cock twitched, bulged, growing thicker with the force of cumming his brains out right between Kee's lovely soft lips, giving her a throatful of his cum to greedily gobble down, keeping it all to herself, sucking on him through every spurt to make sure she got it all.

Coming down from that peak was like crashing to earth aboard a meteor. He gasped his way back to full consciousness once Mahiri pulled herself off of him, leaving him coughing, wheezing, gurgling and gargling her flavour as it mixed in with Kee's own. He sloshed that around in his mouth a few times, then swallowed. The taste left a lingering mark on his senses, driving him deeper into the hot instinctual haze swirling through his head. He was lit up with burning need, and he hadn't softened for a second. Kee sucked him dry, sure, but he was every bit as hard for her as before. Cumming hadn't slowed him. And when he could finally sit up again, he gave his mane a shake, feeling it sticking to him, licked his lips a couple times, and then locked eyes with that dear giggly friend of his. Hunting and surviving on the savanna was some several dozen generations back for both of them, but right there in that moment, they were nothing but two wild apex predators, two rivals, and he'd come to seize her territory right from under her. It was enough to make her scream with laughter, clutching her sides as if she was afraid they might split open with the force of her hot, hysterical cackles, pouring all her pent up lust into that sound while he ravaged her with a mere look.

"Okay. You two had your fun," Michael rumbled, putting some extra growl into his voice just for fun. "We all know what you really need."

Mahiri snuck up behind him while he sat, teasingly nibbling at the scruff of his neck. Her voice was a silky purr.

"And what's that, Michael?"

"You two, deep in heat like this." He grinned. "You need me to fuck you both stupid, don't you?"

Kee could barely even form words. Her words trembled and stuttered, barely coherent.

"Y-yeah. I want that. Really really bad. Just go hard. Go so hard. Don't stop. Don't hold back anything. I'm strong. Kinda. I don't break. You won't break me. Just ... all of it. Pleaaaase."

That rambling might have been incoherent to others, but it was clear enough to him. He knew what to do. He knew how to handle a horny hyena. Mahiri knelt and waited, watching over the scene with a subtle smile of approval as the great big lion pounced the hyena flat, throwing himself against her. Any other girl her size, and he would have been much more careful. But this was Keedee. She was a hyena. He was pretty sure she could have fallen out of a plane without a parachute and just leapt to her feet giggling afterwards. So that meant he didn't worry about her when he took her by the shoulders, slammed her down on her back, and covered her in his warm, muscular weight. She nearly vanished beneath his heft, her legs kicking up in the air then wrapping snug around his waist, locking him tight like he was being strapped into a thrill ride. She dug her heels into his lower back, and he jabbed his cock against her cunt, smacking and sliding along on her juices, slipping through the constantly-renewing mess until he found his mark. The only thing that stopped him from shoving all the way inside on the spot was hearing Kee's breathy voice projected up from where her lips were pressed to her chest.

"Nnnh ... maybe ... maybe you shouldn't ... don't cum in me yet. Just on me ..." she huffed, sounding like she could barely breathe. "The heat ... I know we're different species, but ... it's so strong ... so just get it all over me ... for now."

That she qualified it each time she said it made him all the hotter. For now? What about later? He was playing with fire, and he knew it. Could a lion get a hyena pregnant? Maybe not when they were wild animals, but the modern anthro days were different. That he was snug between her spotty thighs, lusting for his mortal enemy said enough. It wasn't going to be easy to pull out in time. He was doing something stupid, and he knew it. There wasn't a single part of him that cared. He didn't hesitate, spreading her up with the head of that thick lion dick, stuffing her full, sliding through her deliciously lubricated depths. It felt like she was trying to stop him for how tight she was, clamping up hard around his cock, forcing him to shove hard if he wanted to bottom out in hyena pussy. He was big for her. He always was. But she didn't complain, didn't fuss, doing nothing but holding on tight while he thumped down, balls-deep in that delightful spotty treat, warming her womb with the shots of precum splashing up against her cervix, milked out near as thick as his actual seed, pumping steadily with every rapid pulse of his dick wrapped snug in her insides, letting her massage him with her constant squeezing need.

"Ah fuck ah fuck ah fuck ah fuck ..." Kee babbled, making it sound like she was chanting up some sort of ritual. Then her voice fell to a sharp, vibrating whine. "Fuck me fuck meeeeeeeee ...."

"I'm going to wreck you, chocolate chips. All mine, you horny mess. You hyena."

He put some extra emphasis on her own species, just to remind her. He was a lion. And he was fucking her, right there in her own home, while the fragrance of their seasonal arousal wafted through the air. Mahiri was stewing in it, rubbing her whole palm over her pussy, slathering her hand with hot, flowing lust, letting it squish between her fingers as she jealously, but patiently watched the feral fuck going on right in front of her. She marinated in need, letting it build and build. At first glance she might have looked relatively calm, but the curling of her toes, the twitching of her upper lip, the flicks and flops of her spotty tail, those were all dead giveaways. She was set to burst, ready to explode at the slightest nudge, but still, she waited, watching that lion rump going up and down atop Keedee once Michael really got to ravaging her, pouring all that feline strength into fucking that heat-drenched hyena pussy, knowing a single spilled drop of cum was liable to make her swell with hybrids over the next few months. If that thought was supposed to make him show restraint, it wasn't working.

The solid THUMP of his hips coming down on her mixed well with the steady slap of his balls to her ass, the wet smack echoing through her cute little apartment, bouncing off the walls, and helping to drown out the steady squelching of his cock sliding into the flooded tunnel that was her sex. She was so wet she overflowed, her juices running down the inside of her thighs, splashing to the floor, running down his sack and until he was fucking her in a growing puddle. Steam rose from their bodies, the whump becoming more of a BANG, the lion slamming down, crashing against the floor, like he was trying to fuck Kee down into the apartment below. No doubt they were irritating the hell out of the downstairs neighbour if they were present, but they were probably used to living below Keedee by now. He didn't stop, didn't tire. It felt like he had enough energy to fuck her for a day straight, never pausing, never weakening, his breath coming hotly snarled through his clenched teeth, making him sound mechanical, a machine built for rutting hyenas into utter oblivion. And all the while, his cock pounded, punched in and out of her tight insides, escaping their grasp only to delve deep once more, setting off her quivering, clenching embrace, letting him feel her snugly holding him within her until he pulled back. As rapid as his strokes might have been, he made sure she felt every single one, every detail, every bulging vein on his dick, every throb, every spurt, faster, harder, no matter how much it bruised the both of them. He schlicked in and out of her perfectly soaked pussy like it belonged to him, getting closer, always closer, knowing each thrust was more dangerous than the last. She hadn't loosened her grip around his waist.

He showed her his teeth, tilting his head down to stare her down where she was pinned there beneath his pecs. She could only stare up with a glazed look, her eyes practically crossing, barely seeing. Well, if she wasn't going to react to the sight of his fangs, he'd just have to use them. Breaking his rhythm for just a moment, he shoved her upwards, lowered his head, and opened wide. That gave her the briefest glance of his open jaws, his steaming hot breath washing over her face while she drooled for him. He loved the way her tongue flopped out of the side of her head when she was really worked up. But he didn't admire for long. Lunging down, he locked his teeth around her throat, giving her a brief sample of a lion's deadly bite, treating her like prey, cutting off her air supply for just a moment. He loosened up soon after, holding her snug between his teeth, rutting her into the floor, denting the smooth hardwood by bashing her butt down hard, his dick swelling, his balls tightening. He nibbled her a while longer, licking her tender neck, but eventually, he had to break from that richly rumbling, vicious frenzy to grunt his warning to her.

"Almost, Kee ... gonna ... you gotta let go ..."

"No ..." she whispered.

He hadn't stopped fucking her the whole time, but his rhythm grew unsteady, wobbly, trying not to thrust too hard, too deep. Sometimes he flinched when he felt her squeezing extra hard on his dick, recoiling, trying not to give in to the pressure, to the rising heat running down his spine and spreading to his taut taint. His balls were clamping, and he let her throat go just so he could tighten his jaw, grinding his teeth, snarling, shaking, flexing, holding down his roar just as fiercely as his cumshot. She felt so good, so smooth, so warm, and he swore he could feel the radiating fertility from within her, like it was a tangible force, making every single sloppy thrust feel so dangerous, so forbidden, knowing he was seconds away from impregnating the sweet little giggle-monster. She was a good friend and fuck-buddy, but he knew he shouldn't, that he had to hold back a little longer even while every single nerve in his body screamed at her to knock that hyena up, right there, right now. And then so did she.

"Just do it ..." she huffed at first, but found a deeper, bellowing tone that barely even sounded like her. "Fucking do it, fucking breed me, knock me up you big lion stud dooooo it ..."

Then she was just cackling. She poured that vicious laughter out into his face, letting him feel the air rushing through his mane. Maybe he could have overpowered her, could have broken free of her death-gripping thighs and pulled out just in time. Of course he could have. He was the big strong lion. But it wasn't just her admittedly minimal strength that had a hold of him. He was balls-deep in the wettest pussy he'd ever fucked, practically swimming through the sauna-like heat of her radiant heat, her projected breeding need, her richly intoxicating pheromones that enchanted him as surely as a witch's brew. He was at the peak of his ferocity, of his masculinity, of his virility, fucking a deluge out of her overflowing pussy, her every clenching massage pulling him closer to the peak he so badly wanted, so badly needed. His rising roar blared through the room, even managing to overpower her laughter as he lunged himself down, completely blanketed her in his warm, strong body, and buried every single inch of lion meat deep down between her thighs, letting that urgent, pounding pressure loose all at once.

"Yes! All of it I want all of itttt ..." Kee shrieked, falling to something almost like a hiss before she clenched up tight and set her teeth into an intimidatingly loony grin. Those chompers were hardly a fitting prison for those cackles of bliss, barely holding them back as she vibrated beneath him, holding him tight, making sure he gave her everything.

It wasn't like he'd never given her a nice, hot creampie before, but he could feel the difference this time. The warmth between them told him exactly what he needed to know. The first shot inside that sweet, crazy hyena was all it took. He bred her right there on her living room floor, impregnating his spotty friend without thinking about the consequences, about the reality of the situation. The only thing that mattered was giving into the bestial drive that fuelled them both, pushing them to the brink of madness, of utter animal lust flowing through their veins. Nothing would put out that mutual fire but for creaming the 'yena's cunt full of lion spunk, filling her womb, mating her, weighing her down with what felt like an endless torrent before he finally felt the last few tight contractions of his climax coming to a close. His dick stayed snug in the dark folds of her flooded sex, seed running down the sides, glazing her thighs, soaking down into her fluffy tail, and all she could do was twitch about it, relaxing her jaws so she could droolfully stare at the ceiling. From the look on her face, she barely even seemed to realize Michael was there, and didn't rouse much when he licked at her pretty face a few times. She was in the orgasm zone, drifting through space, and really all there was left to do was slowly pull out of her, and splash a little cum on her slightly swollen belly. She was going to get a whole lot bigger than that in the months to come.

"Hmmf, Kee ... that felt ... " He cleared his throat, but he couldn't stop rumbling. They just projected from him, clouding his attempts to speak. Finally, he just gave a shrug and shot her a little wink. "No regrets."

He managed to admire his splattered handiwork for all of five seconds before the leopardess was upon him. She pounced him from behind as if lunging out of a tree, attaching herself to his back, nibbling at his collar bone. Afterglow still tingled through his limbs, but he had enough fight left in him to leap to his feet, dangling the other cat from him, and flailing her all around as he did his best to toss that chompy leopard off of him before she actually hurt him. He wasn't injured, but he was going to have a few marks on him after this one thanks to those teeth and claws of hers. She shrieked and yowled like she were part monster, sounding more like she was emitting sound effects from a horror movie rather than an actual living creature. When he eventually got a hold of her, he did his best not to handle her too roughly, though it still involved what was pretty much an over-the-shoulder judo toss to the solid floor. She didn't so much as flinch as she flopped to the ground, sitting up immediately and flashing those teeth at him, even taking a swing with her claws that he barely dodged in time. That would have hurt. But a big cat like him knew how feline heat worked. She wasn't going to get any less vicious until he gave her what she needed.

That meant pouncing, and grabbing at every part of her he could, keeping her from flailing, slashing, biting. Enough shoving, and he got her on her belly, squishing those tits down to the floor with his palms firmly planted on her shoulder blades. He could hold her like that, but she didn't make it easy for him. She was stronger than she looked, bucking, wiggling, doing everything she could to make his life difficult, even though he was trying to help her. The wet, throaty snarl constantly rattling from her told him that he was one slip-up away from getting bitten. Hard. He had to keep the pressure up, had to handle her not with care, but with sheer, overpowering, dominant force. That meant wrapping a big strong arm around her shoulders, pulling and tits alike, biting her on the scruff, and grabbing her by the hip so that he could properly align her bobbing booty with his dick. Just because she was thrashing about so violently the whole time didn't mean she didn't have her tail up for him. He had a clear shot at her pussy, catching a glimpse of the way it clenched up taut, even giving a brief wink like a mare's with how hard it flexed for him. It was a good thing his aim was true. He wasn't going to get a second chance.

That spearing thrust straight into her sex was what it took to finally silence those constant snarls, replacing them with a sharp gasp. Then she was sawing, moving her voice in and out with rising and falling intensity. A unique leopard sound like no other, it made her sound more like a machine than a creature. And that was exactly what he was going to have to be if he wanted to satisfy her. It felt good and all, having his dick all hugged tight by the slippery insides of her pussy, massaged by her every potent contraction, soaking in the vibrations of her inner rumbles, but this was work. There was no time to play around, to savour in the sensations, to admire her soft, rosette-marked body. He had to fuck her, and it didn't matter if he was getting slightly sore by then. His body couldn't give out now. The slightest advantage was one she would have used to turn the tables on him, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her right there how she was, all stretched out with her ass high in the air, and his balls slapping up against her backside while he stuffed her pussy full of lion cock, streaking along on the slick lubrication of his own cum mixed with an excess of Kee's juices. It was hard to say which was thicker.

Adding to the pheromonal mess was the constant outpouring of the leopard's fluids, letting Michael's every rutting stoke slap up against her with a wet smack, misting the air with her scent as he sent a splash of wetness in every direction. There was plenty of sweat in there too. They were clouding up the whole apartment, leaving the musk of mating clinging to every fabric in range. He felt perspiration running through his mane as he nibbled on her sensitive scruff, working that loose skin between his teeth, not letting go for a moment. That was the only thing keeping her slightly subdued. She was at least steady enough for him to pound her, and hard, putting some muscle into every single forward thrust, letting those fine cheeks be his cushions as he smacked his hips against her ass hard enough to sound like a spank. Eventually he managed to get both of his arms around her, groping along her belly, getting a full grip of her breasts, and using that hold to pull her into his lap, all without ever releasing that firm mating bite. Bouncing her up and down on his dick meant hefting the entirety of her weight up and down at rapid speed, but in that instinctual adrenaline rush, he felt like he could have lifted a car. Extra-curvy or not, he pulled her upwards and then wrenched her down, pumping his hips to meet her, producing a room-shaking SMACK every time he thumped her butt, all the while giving her his most fearsome rowls, right in her ears.

The THUD of fine spotty ass to his lap was satisfying for a while, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, a better angle, more leverage. So after making her tits wobble up and down a while, he settled instead for whumping her booty back and forth, shoving her onto her face again, mounting her, holding her completely down. He got his chest up against her shoulders, laid most of his weight on her, and wrestled with her for dominance, pressing down again and again every time she tried to squirm her way from under her. It wasn't for any sort of resistance, of course, no matter how noisy she got. She needed him to claim him, to totally overpower her, to show her everything he could do, and he was happy to demonstrate. His every muscle flexed taut with those lunging, rolling, full-body thrusts, schlicking that pussy good, slamming her to numb with the constant smack of his nuts against her sex. And all the while, he could feel her heat growing more intense, making her tighter, clamping down harder, wetter, her pheromones getting even thicker. Maybe there was still some doubt about whether he'd really knocked up Keedee - they were totally different species after all. Even the biggest cumshot might not necessarily take. But that leopardess - he had no doubt that a single drop of his seed would be enough to impregnate the noisy kitty. Maybe he already had from precum alone. And even as he snorted and chuffed his way to a peak, holding back the floodgates with the force of willpower alone, Mahiri didn't hesitate for a second to let him rut balls-deep in her fertile pussy.

It wasn't easy to find a coherent voice when his natural lion noises were doing all the talking for him, but he felt as if he at least owed her a bit of a warning.

"Rrff ... almost," he huffed, breathing a richly heated breath over those crimson locks. "Should I ..."

He paused in his relentless piston-pumping for just a moment, sliding back halfway. Her reaction was immediate and visceral, grinding her teeth, practically spitting out that dark snarl, jerking her body up and back to absolutely insist that he stay buried within her clenching cunt. There was an undertone of threat in those vicious leopard noises. He really had no choice but to throw himself forward, rock her with some rapid-fire pounds, and make her whole body jiggle while she rumbled and yowled her way to climax right along with him, gripped tightly in his arms, pinned beneath his the weight of his rutting muscle, every single last ounce of strength poured out into plowing that fine leopard pussy as hard as he could possibly muster. He fucked that fine-assed cat until she couldn't snarl anymore, her voice breaking into shivering, shrill feline whining. Her thrashing was more like writhing beneath him, shivering down her spine, making her pussy clench up tight in some quick, sloppy squeezes all around his dick. He didn't even have to thrust the last few seconds before the big eruption. She milked him with the power of her inner muscles alone.

First came the roars. His was louder, of course, but a leopard's was plenty powerful too. They rumbled their surroundings, rattling walls and furniture alike with the force of their triumphant bellow. Neither of them held back. It wasn't one of those little suppressed roars they might have normally given. This one, they blasted out with no regard for neighbours, or the whole city block, really. Pictures fell from walls. Glass shattered. And then they came, utterly drenching each other as the leopard's squirting release synced up perfectly with the flood of lion cum shooting straight into her womb, breeding her, claiming her, filling her with the big cat's potent seed and fulfilling that heat as surely as dousing a candle with a hose. He fucked her full of his spunk, plunging in and out a few times just to keep the pleasure going, to keep her vibrating and quivering beneath him, pumping so much from his tightened balls that he felt like he was knocking her up over and over again, gnawing her scruff, pressing her down, squishing her flat while he creampied that leopard pussy, blotting out the details under the wave of freshly-pumped lion cum. Just thinking about his seed settling down within her, about how she was going to swell up nice and thick with his offspring once that cumshot took, that compelled him to keep going, and going, cumming in that cat to infinity, until the realities of his bodily limits finally set in and he was completely, utterly dry.

Only then could he finally collapse, falling right atop the leopardess and making her grunt out. A little squirming, and they were comfy together, panting, drooling even as they struggled to catch their breath. Sweat poured from their bodies, mingling with one another, and cum ran rivers from between their legs, forming a puddle where it overflowed from Mahiri's fucked-numb cunt, steaming hot and rich with scent, swimming around inside her, audibly sloshing. His cock finally softened within her, but he didn't bother pulling out just yet. The leopard held him firm until she finally released with a sigh that passed through her whole body, slumping down beneath him, stretching her arms out and becoming a pancake of a deeply satisfied, newly pregnant feline. It took effort to roll off of her, thumping to his back with a solid crash, staring up at the ceiling for a while. For a few minutes, he was the one who looked fucked stupid, all dazed and blank like that, barely registering where he was. Only the sudden flash of light in his eyes made him semi-aware. Had they heated the place up so much as to cause a thunderstorm? Nope, it was just Keedee, looming above with her phone, snapping a shot of the exhausted lion, wearing a great big grin.

"That one's tooootally for me ... but let's get a nice group shot!" she insisted, flopping down with the other two.

Michael couldn't help but get a little rush of confidence out of having two lovely ladies curled up beneath each of his arms, both of them creamed and dripping his cum, newly bred and sloshing with his seed. So he didn't object when the hyena snuggled up against his heated body, adding even more warmth to that collective recovery-cuddle, and starting taking some pictures from every angle she could manage with her shaky, outstretched arm. Click click click. All the flashing was maybe a bit much while Michael tried to remember how words even worked, but he couldn't be too bothered. Not when he was actively engaged in the best afterglow of his life, feeling nearly paralyzed with satisfaction that ran so deep he hardly felt he'd ever need anything ever again. Even Kee was pretty subdued, compared to her usual, but she had just enough energy after her coma-like rest to excitedly tap out some messages on her phone.

"Annnnd just gonna share these ... let's see ... guess who BOTH just got knocked up! Then a bunch of bread emojis. Also sweatdrops. You know."

Speaking felt roughly as strenuous as lifting a bus at the moment, but Michael managed a grunt of acknowledgement at least.

"Sounds fine by me."

"Good cause I sent it! Twelve likes already!"

As soon as she was done with it, Kee just tossed her phone away, throwing it carelessly onto the nearby couch where it bounced a few times. Then she was back to snuggling, joining in with Mahiri in pressing her head against the lion's chest, listening to his enduring rumbles. She couldn't make any of her own, but now and then she gave a quiet giggle, wiggling her tail like she was trying to wag it but couldn't quite figure out how. Mahiri meanwhile purred away, projecting that silken sound right into the lion's ear while she ran her fingers tenderly along his pecs and abs, kneading softly, yet precisely, working into every little crevice, every little detail of his with a seemingly effortless yet effective massage. He needed it after exerting himself like that, and he felt so much better already with just a few of the leopard's magic touches. When she finally spoke, she sounded like herself again, as bright and friendly as ever.

"Well. Obviously I needed that. Never thought such a young cat like you would be the next one to get me pregnant, but, I couldn't have chosen a better lion. Or at least not one as handsome." When she leaned in, he had to admit he half expected to get bitten, but she just gave a smooch on the cheek. "Do you think they'll have a pretty mane to go with their spots?"

"Mm. I hope so. Maned leopards. Maned yeens. Manes for everyone," Michael joked, but when he really thought about it, his rumbles got even deeper, shaking the floor. "I'm looking forward to watching you grow."

"You totally have to fuss over us for a while you know. That's the deal!" Kee insisted, grabbing him by the wrist and directing his palm to her belly. It was a little softer for all the cum inside her, but it was hardly a preview of how big she was gonna get. "Beside, you owe me! How am I gonna dance when I get huge?"

"I'm sure you'll still look cute wiggling around, as ever," he assured her, lightly kneading her belly, then reaching over the other to pat Mahiri's middle as well. "I'll find a way to make it up to you, but for now ... I hope you girls got everything you needed."

"For now," Mahiri teased, and she didn't elaborate further. She just gave a jaw-stretching yawn and then settled back down, snuggling into that wet mane, purring away and idly swishing her tail up and down.

He was just going to have to wait and see what that meant, but he was sure he could handle it. A big strong lion like him would keep them safe and comfy while they grew. It might not have been how he planned to spend his next few months, his life changing on an impulse, driven by feral desires, but maybe those instincts had the right idea now and then. Everything just felt right, and he was going to ride out that feeling for as long as he could. No regrets.