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Well, they didn't call it the weird part of town for nothing. The neighbourhood had a bit of a reputation for being shifty, but it was also a place of great beauty and colour. The murals of graffiti and the modern art displays set out without further explanation certainly gave the area a sense of character. It was the perfect place for Mahiri's artistic sister to dwell to be among her similarly creative-minded types. Mahiri was always happy to spend some time with her twin sister, always curious about what the painter pantheress was working on of late. And if there was one thing artists liked, it was their coffee.

The line was relatively short that particular afternoon, which seemed unusual for such a supposedly popular place. Calling it nothing more than The Cup had a certain element of prestige to it. You know why you're here, the simple sign seemed to say. The two cats stood behind a third, one who actually looked pretty similar to Mahiri herself, right down to a similar shade of hair. Though that spotty girl was actually a cheetah, not just frequently mistaken for one. Also, she was like a foot taller than the both of them. Aside from getting a good look at her booty, the two twins weren't quite focused on the cheetah gal in front of them. Instead, they were looking past the other big cat and the short wolf fellow at the counter to regard the person working behind it. The golden-furred jackaless clearly didn't get paid enough to sing and dance for them, so to speak, working through the mundane task with a muddy sort of half-focus, staring off, her mind clearly wandering to something else. Anywhere but there. She idly nodded along to an unheard rhythm, totally off pace with whatever pop song it was playing over the store's speaker system. It was just a job. Until it was more than that, anyway. The cats were about to bring some spice to her daily monotony. Mahiri just didn't know it yet.

Once that wolf had his cup and was tapping his way out the door, carefully sipping the steaming drink, the cheetah stepped up to the counter. She leaned down and planted her hands on it, slowly swishing her tail a few times. Mira glanced at Mahiri, smiling softly, nodding at that bent-over booty all tightly clad in some nice dress pants, like she was right off of her job at some fancy office. It was like a silent incitement to spank that ass, a dare even. It wasn't easy, but Mahiri managed to resist for the moment. Mira lost interest soon enough, instead perking up when she overheard the order the cheetah was making. The pantheress' ears shot straight up, and her small smirk became more of a broad, Cheshire grin. Mahiri knew that look well. That black cat was up to no good, and that was much worse when she had no idea why she was so excited. All she heard was a relatively mundane-sounding drink order.

"'Ey, Sabel. The use?"

"Hey Becca. Not today, I don't think," the cheetah said, shaking her head."I'm looking back and thinking I definitely gotta go for the next-in-line special. Knowing you, you're always up for one of those, right?"

The jackal barista, apparently named or nicknamed Becca, gave a few more swishes of her tail, and soon she was mirroring the grin on Mira's face. Leaning to the side, she locked eyes with Mahiri, then scanned downwards, taking a long, slightly intrusive look at the very-much-confused leopard. The whole thing left Mahiri feeling like she was on the outside of some sort of great inside joke, left to scratch her head and try to figure out what exactly had plastered that similarly devious expression across the faces of all three of the other occupants of the small, trendy coffee shop. And she kept on wondering, right up to the moment Becca hauled herself right up onto the countertop in front of them all, plopping her ass down and spreading her legs, letting the blatantly display of her rising, firming cock tent up the skirt of her uniform while her tail accelerated to a steady sway, not exactly a wag but semi-enthusiastic. A few air-thrusts had her bouncing, jiggling even, cleavage barely contained by that buttoned top, and before Mahiri could so much as gasp or stammer out a question, she found herself in the middle of a developing orgy seemingly spurred by nothing more than a simple order. Mira flipped the sign around on the entrance, ensuring they wouldn't be interrupted.

Finally, Mahiri couldn't stand to wonder any longer. She felt so out of place, like she'd somehow stumbled into some sort of coffee-based cult.

"Uh ..." she began, and didn't get any further than that before Mira slapped her on the back.

"Just relaaaax, sis. Becca here will treat you right."

It was enough to leave the leopard frozen for a time, glancing back and forth between the skirt-bulge of that solid, knotted dick, that eager expression on the jackal's face. Then it was time to glance at that big cheetah again, scanning up the tower of spotty curves, looking into those glinting eyes. Mahiri certainly wasn't opposed to such an encounter, but it wasn't exactly what she'd expected when stepping into that coffee shop with her twin sister. Mira thwacked her again, this time on the butt.

"And I bet she'd love to have your help taking off a little pressure. Right, Becca?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." The jackaless shrugged. "Probably break time by now or whatever. Can spare a few minutes to fuck some cats."

Mahiri's eyes were on the jackal once more. It was pretty much impossible to ignore her when she was so casually hiking her skirt up, revealing she wasn't wearing a single thing beneath, going full commando while she worked. For all she knew, that was part of the uniform at such an establishment. Either way, she got a good look at that thick, knotty cock. And then an even closer look when Mira shoved her forward so firmly she was left staggering. Mahiri couldn't deny she was getting turned on, and that meant starting to bulge in her own pants, the tight pair she'd chosen for the day already hugging around her package when she was totally at rest. Such a thing pretty much necessitated unzipping after just a few steps, then squirming until she could pry herself out of the firm, leathery grip. A sproing of her own shaft left it pulsing into sight, rising up into the open air once freed. She didn't pay it much mind, letting the uncut length stretch out and stiffen, sliding from its sheath to glisten darkly beneath the store's bright lights. It would have been a pretty impressive display if the cheetah wasn't in the process of revealing how much bigger hers was right that moment.

"Hmmf ... so much pressure built up today. Never get the time to let it off. I appreciate letting us have our little get together," Sabel fussed. "This is like my vacation."

"Mmhmm. We'll pick you up at The Cup." Becca repeated the cafe's slogan with all the enthusiasm of someone who'd said it a thousand times in her life, though she perked up shortly after. "Anyway, dibs."

There was no chance to debate her unquestionable call. She had dibs. On what, it wasn't exactly clear, at least until she patted her lap and nodded to the leopardess.

"Heeeey lapcat. Who's a good lapcat? Are you a good lapcat? Come get in my lap, is the point I'm making. Ass first, if ya don't mind."

Mahiri was still mildly disoriented, but she couldn't resist such an invitation. The golden-furred jackal drew her in already. Casually showing off her dick was just a bonus. She tiptoed closer as if sneaking up on Becca, despite the canine grinning directly at her. When she took too long, she got a little encouragement in the form of a sudden shove from behind. The cheetah knew how to throw her weight around, and she knocked Mahiri right off balance with that push, leaving her to all but topple into Becca's arms. The jackal swept her up and helped the cat climb right up onto the counter, spotty tail dangling down over the daily specials sign. It definitely took some wiggling, but soon enough, she was comfortably seated with her spotty booty wedged right down on that jackal dick, rubbing those cheeks against the waiting spire. Whatever certainty she still held onto melted right away once she felt that knotted shaft throbbing against her rump. She wasn't even topless yet, but there was plenty of access to her finely-rosetted ass, and there they went, sitting right there on the counter, humping and grinding, keeping each other mutually firm as they thrust dryly pressed against one another's forms.

Of course, Sabel wasn't just going to sit by and let herself be an observer. With one hand, she pulled out her phone and set it on video, getting a good shot of the cat and dog getting each other heated up. With the other, she went ahead and reached out for the idly rumbling pantheress, hooking her close and overpowering her with ease. Mira certainly didn't resist. She heightened her rumbles to something more like a rowl of surprise, but she was swiftly hiking her skirt up with the rise of her tail, swishing it back and forth as the cheetah toyed with her panties. It was easy enough to slip her free from that purple pair, exposing the sole pussy of the foursome. Of course she was already wet, just by watching, knowing what was to come radiating heat and a sweet, damp scent of lust - though she was much warmer when the cheetah licked a digit and slipped it into Mira's slick sex. the pantheress yelped and clamped down on that intruding finger, working hard to keep it exactly in place for a moment before relaxing to let Sabel plunge in and out and get her soaking. The purrs resonating into one of Mira's perked ears kept her sustained on lust, and a big fat cheetah dick beneath her long skirt helped too.

"Help me get warmed up," Sabel insisted, and Mira just rumbled in response.

As much as they might have come there for a good drink and nothing more, the leopard siblings were swiftly getting penetrated together. One was snugly seated in the barista's lap, the other bent over with her skirt hiked right up, a greedy cheetah still filming the whole thing, getting the perfect shot of her cock slipping sweetly into that soft panther pussy. She stretched Mira out with all that girth, bulging her belly just a touch as she sunk deep and plapped her nuts against that black-furred booty. Mahiri got much the same treatment, finally finding the right position, raised up high then coming down on Becca's cock all in one smooth motion, slipping along on a gloss of pre until she was sitting snugly on a jackal knot. A few good bounces of her spotty ass got things started, while Becca sat back and planted her hands, letting the leopard ride her while she idly jabbed her hips up and down, lazily soaking in the pleasure of fucking that thick cat right there in her place of work.

"Mmf ... yup, this is exactly what I needed on my break. How about we join the chain?" Sabel teased.

Becca just nodded eagerly, giving Mahiri a sudden pump that slapped that knot against her tight butt, bringing a mewly noise from the soft cat.

"Oh, def. No sense letting that cock just flap around like a big fat black flag!"

Sabel put her phone into the grip of her mouth, doing her best to keep the camera lens on the whole scene as she walked Mira like a wheelbarrow towards her twin. When she was done she spat the device back out to thump onto Mira's back before snatching it up. Mahiri's dick bounced up and down with every stroke she made down on the jackal, twitching and tensing every time she clenched up tight in pleasure. Mira didn't even hesitate. She didn't care if others were watching, or if they were in public where presumably anyone could walk right in if they ignored the sign out front. Maybe it was the cheetah's dick fucking her into such a suggestible state, or maybe she was just always like that. Either way, she soon had her tongue on her twin's balls, working up between them to swipe clean the light layer of sweat. Then she worked her way up, lavishing that spire until it glistened, dragging her scritchy tongue along the glossy surface of that pitch black kitty cock until she was sucking the juices from the tip. Mahiri glanced left and right, as if expected someone else to be watching, someone to judge her for just how much she was enjoying getting her dick tasted by her twin sister - and then, once she got over the slight twinge of guilt, she melted into the forbidden pleasure, rowling out sharply once Mira parted her lips and took that plump tip inside her mouth, planting it firmly on her tongue. The sound of sucking was just as loud as all the purring rumbling through the room. Becca had to yap a little just to make sure she was also contributing to the cacophony.

It wasn't exactly an easy position to maintain. All of their hips wanted to move in different directions. The momentum was all wrong, out of sync with one another. Sabel wanted to hammer that pantheress numb, but Mira was trying to savour Mahiri's dick even as she got rutted hard. The leopardess meanwhile could only arch her back and lean into the jackal's bust, getting thumped and sucked all at once. She tried not to make too much noise, but the yowls escaping her could have rivalled any alley cat. Tightening up taut against that knot, she almost sunk down fully on it, but she was too damn tight to let her in. The four of them persisted in a smacking, dripping, steaming hot orgy right there against the counter, the sound of sucking lips and plapping nuts filling the cafe, drowning out the whirr of machines brewing up a fresh pot. The trickle of juices to the floor revealed the slight slant leading to a nearby drain. Even in the middle of it, getting her dick sucked and her ass fucked all at once, Mahiri couldn't help but notice the curious design. That didn't seem like a standard coffee shop feature, unless the workers were especially clumsy and prone to spills. Well, she would just have to think about that later.

She didn't mean to cut things short, but Mahiri couldn't possibly hold back her orgasm any longer. The driving of that jackal dick beneath her tail, thumping a knot between her cheeks, and those soft, attentive lips wrapped around her every inch - she was rowling her way to a peak in minutes. Tensing, twitching, spurting a warning shot of thick precum right down the panther's throat. Mira didn't relent, pursing around that glossy shaft, kissing Mahiri's crotch and balls alike as she deepthroated all that meat. Becca finally roused from her laid back state to actually take control, seizing the leopard by the hips so she could throw her weight around. She nearly bounced that kitty out of her lap as she threw her weight up and down, bouncing her atop that broad knot but taking care not to wedge it into that tight butt. She felt Mahiri getting tighter, hotter, massaging near her every inch with those trembling contractions. The leopard's eyes shut tight, her teeth flashing beneath the beaming florescent lights of the cafe as she launched into something like a roar that swiftly fell short as she just moaned out in the sluttiest, neediest voice, power-thrusting straight down Mira's gullet.

"Nnnnh ..."

"Ooh, tight tight tight. I think you're the best ass I've fucked all day," Becca snarked before just letting her tongue flop out, launching into some rapid pumps up into that round butt to help milk the cum out of the leopardess.

Plapping, sucking, slurping slickly and pounding the cat's butt until it jiggled was enough to send Mahiri over the edge at last. She kicked her legs up in the air, gave another silly rowly noise, and blew her load hard straight into Mira's mouth. The pantheress wasn't to be dissuaded from sucking, latching on all the harder while she loudly glked down a creamy load, barely spilling a drop, but for a few thick strands that stretched down from her smooth black chin. Mahiri just kept going, spurting hard, over and over, flooding her twin with fresh spunk while she clamped on that jackal dick and massaged Becca straight towards climax. That was enough to get the jackal making noise again, yapping, barking, and finally just groaning as she made some rapid thumps up into those spotty cheeks. Mahiri rode it all out, the sudden rush of hot jackal cream in her rump just helping to extend her orgasm until she was finally overflowing that eagerly-working panther throat. A splurch of leopard cum pouring out from Mira's lips joined up with the juicy splorch of jackal jizz gushing up into Mahiri's ass. She was stuffed plump to the point of sloshing, her middle rounding lightly with the weight of her oversized load, milked out by those extra-potent canine nuts.

Sabel might have been a cheetah, but she wasn't the fastest one for once. Catching up with the rest of them was a matter of leaning down, nipping the back of the black cat's neck, and picking up her pace until she was pounding the pantheress absolutely silly. Mira had to slip sloppily from Mahiri's dick, a splash of cum pouring down to the floor, drizzling down over her tits as she gasped her way to a clenching, kneading orgasm of her own. All she could do was gargle, barely able to catch her breath as she got rutted like a bitch, cheetah cock plunging powerfully in and out of that tight panther pussy. She managed a little mewl, her eyes rolling back as she clenched up hard and squirted for the cheetah right at the very moment Sabel spunked her womb full and heavy, letting slip one of those distinct cheetah chirps in the process of blasting off between the thighs of the extra-juicy feline. Strings of fresh jizz shot out in all directions, loudly painting the floor, leaving the whole cafe steaming up with the heat of the eager foursome as it came to its conclusion. Or the beginning of the end, at least.

A mass of sweating, panting, half-dressed bodies writhed together in shared afterglow. Mahiri wiggled back and forth as she sat upon the comfy seat of that jackal knot, letting it kiss against her rim as she purred right through the lingering orgasm. A few more thin spurts landed on Mira's face, or glazed through her hair, but she hardly noticed. The pantheress was busy recovering, hardly having breathed much at all for the past two minutes while she was busy going down on that twincat's dick. She sighed once she was done drooling, feeling Sabel remove her fangs from around her neck, settling instead into a happy little purr that hardly befit someone as intimidating as her. Her cock flopped smoothly from that well-fucked pussy, pouring what seemed like a gallon of cheetah spunk down between Mira's thighs, soaking into her stockings, leaving a rich feline scent clinging to fur and fabric alike. Becca let her dick stir around that load of cream inside Mahiri before she finally lifted her smoothly up, clutching her by the ass and almost shoving her right off that canine dick before the leopardess had even properly recovered. She would have fallen on her face if not for the cheetah catching her by the tits.

"Alright, we've all had our fun, but I'm getting thirsty, Becca," Sabel insisted. She smacked Mira on the butt, making the panther straighten up from her hunched over, drooling state. "You'll help me out, won't you?"

Mira spoke as if she were dreaming, barely opening her violet eyes. "Mhmmmm ..."

It all left Mahiri feeling just a touch out of the loop, left dripping cum and perpetually purring as orgasm lingered on long after her release. She wiggled in the cheetah's grasp and gave an inquisitive look, but didn't bother with words. Sabel leaned in, quickly smooched her on the cheek, then turned her right around to face the reclining jackal. Becca was still poised there on the counter, wiggling her hips back and forth, swaying her dick with the motion. It stood up firm for a good while, but eventually flopped over to the side. Her knot retracted into her sheath, plumping it up, smearing cum across her fur, dribbling down to her plump balls. She gave them a squeeze, producing a generous twitch from her half-soft cock, and then nodded to the cheetah. There was some sort of silent agreement going on entirely without Mahiri's knowledge, but she didn't have to wonder for long. A little shove, and she found herself bent over just like Mira, tail up and pants around her knees, letting Sabel have full access to that creamed ass. A humping, grinding, and then soon, squelching her way up Mahiri's creamed taint as if she was about to give her a good sloppy seconds, slipping noisily over that jackal-fucked butt. Instead though, she just humped away, spanking that ass with her dick, focusing mainly on keeping Mahiri in place, even clutching her by the wrists to pull her arms back and leave her defenceless.

"Mm, she could use a little guidance, maybe," Becca suggested. And then when she wasn't sure if that was clear enough, she pointed straight down with a finger on each hand. "Like. Face to dick guidance. Y'know."

It wasn't exactly a command, but Mira followed it like one, taking position right beside her sister to get a little forceful with her. Maybe Mahiri could have powered her way out of such manipulation, but why would she want to do that? She went ahead and let Mira push her where she apparently needed to go. That happened to be bent over, squished against Becca's thickened sheath, getting smeared in the leftover cum clinging to her fur until her face was entirely matted down with the heavy layers of jackal-scented mess. A little more pressure, and she was kissing the half-softened cock tucked up in the canine's sheath, naturally taking to smooching at the tip, purring all over it. Though try as she did, she didn't actually get much rise out of that passive canine cock. Well, all she had to do was give a good tonguing, she figured, and she'd get that jackal stiff. That was exactly her thought process until both Sabel and Mira conspired to urge her forward, the cheetah humping her from behind, the panther shoving down on the back of Mahiri's head until the leopard was utterly smothered in thickened sheath. She never even got a chance to slurp much. Before she even got her tongue out, she felt a sudden grip upon her muzzle, sealing her lips together, muffling her startled sounds and silencing her rumbles all in one firm, musky-clench.

It took her a moment to really realize what was happening. That half-hard jackal cock was gripping her by the face, stretching with ease to envelop Mahiri with one gripping slurp. Becca just sat back, legs spread wide atop the counter, her skirt inside out, teeth digging into her lower lip. As much as she tried to maintain that nonchalant demeanour, she couldn't help but curl her toes and thump her tail against the counter as she schlurlped the leopard inside without so much as a warning. Mahiri gave a little tug against that taut squeeze, but pulling back only seemed to make Becca's cock hold even tighter, dragging her in a little more, stretching over her features so that she was left breathing nothing but the leftover scent of the jackal's cumshot. The heat hit Mahiri hard, subduing her first instinctual responses, leaving her to slump a little. There was no sense struggling anyway. Becca might have been lazily sucking her down, but the shoving and urging from the two other cats ensured the leopardess was going exactly where they wanted her. Where they all wanted her.

The churning loomed closer, echoing around Mahiri's flattened ears as she schlurked her way down towards Becca's nuts. Even recently emptied, they were already processing a fresh load, the scent of such flooding over Mahiri's face until she was dulled by the constant onslaught of fresh jackal musk clogging up her senses. This was probably bad, probably dangerous, but she could hardly think about that anymore. She was numbed to the stimulation, delving down into the cum-scented sauna that was the jackal's sack. Going down the sheath like that skipped most of her slide down Becca's shaft, letting her muzzle-dive into those balls before the jackal had even swallowed her way to Mahiri's tits. Those squished nicely in her dickgrip as she dunked the big cat in spunk, immersing her in freshly-made cream and clamping down around her head all at once. That was already enough to leave Mahiri's thoughts crossing, leave her less and less aware of what was happening to her. Fresh jizz drenched her from all sides, flowing thicker while those nuts churned around her face, already starting to soften her, to absorb her into the growing load stuffing out the jackal's sack, making it sag and slosh with its extra weight.

Sabel stopped humping and instead stepped back, joining with Mira to lift Mahiri's legs off the ground, tilting them straight up towards the ceiling to let gravity assist with the cat-gobbling. Becca's cock stiffened just slightly, knot filling out again and stretching her sheath, but she didn't get fully hard. She reached down to cup her nuts while they fattened up with spotty preycat, letting them bounce up and down to heavily glorsh as the cum inside got thicker. The leopard was slowly, sloppily, succulently softening, losing control of her body while her most important half got swiftly churned to spunk. Down she went, loudly gulped by that fattened sheath, bulging into that jackal dick until she smacked face-first at the very bottom of Becca's balls, sagging them nearly to the floor, stretching down across the edge of the counter. They were only getting louder, aggressively gloshing around Mahiri once she slurped up the kitty's pretty tits. Then it was a matter of working down her cum-filled belly, squeezing some of it back out of her rim to splatter upon the floor. Sabel stepped back to get a good shot of the leopard descending into the jackal for her personal film, while Mira eagerly shoved at her twin's thighs to urge her inwards and force her into those spunk-packed nuts.

Becca gave a few strokes to her, gripping at the kitty's hips while they bulged out her pink shaft, hardening somewhat more. It was still a semi at most. She shrugged and sat back again, relying on Mira's help to ensure the leopard went where she belonged. That meant Mira was pushing her twin down to her creamy fate all by herself, soaking wet, dripping cheetah spunk and her own horny juices as she assisted in her own siblings sudden digestion. She held Mahiri by the ankles, dunking her down, feeling those squirms turn to something more like twitches as the leopard got gunked down to nutsludge, richly filling Becca's balls up with fresh-made cat cream until they were plump and sloshy with the churning load, leaking juices all around her vanishing calves. A few more wiggles of the leopard's toes and a good push from Mira to those soft pads, and Mahiri was silent, still, and then soon after, gone. A little ulp as the white tip of her tail vanished into the embrace of Becca's gulping dick with a paintbrush flick of prespunk, raining upon the pantheress, clinging to her cloves to leave a little memory clinging to the fabric, a potent dose of musk that nonetheless hardly compared to the scent-bath the fading leopardess was getting. If she could even perceive it any longer.

"Nnnnnf ... there she goes ... " Sabel purred, zooming in to capture the bulges of the barely-moving cat stretching out those rounded nuts.

"One next-in-line special, cumming right up," Becca teased, offering a wink to the pantheress just in case she somehow didn't get it.

"I know how it works, Becca." The panther laughed softly, stepping back to lick her lips and swish her tail.

Sabel got a shot of the satisfied-looking twin, capturing the devious feline's total lack of regret. It was far too late for that anyway. Becca kneaded into her cat-fattened sack with her heels, massaging Mahiri down into the simmering cream that overtook her curves. The shapely outline of the leopard sunk down and smoothed over with every little detail. The distinct bulge flattened with every fearsome glurrrrrn, the sighing grumble of digesting melting her into thick spunk, assimilated into that ball-hanging load, stretching her nuts out with the load churned up from the motionless leopardess. Becca made sure to press into the remaining bulges with her feet, pressing at the last few solid pieces of Mahiri to ensure they were evenly creamed, sloshed down to spunk until the jackal's nuts were packed so taut with cum they were rounded out and smoothed over, taut as beach balls and jostling with their every squeeze and clench. That was what finally sent her from idly half-aroused to fully hard, her cock fattening up and her knot popping free of her sheath once more as she felt the very last of the cat get creamed and melted, stretching her and filling her, leaving her firm dick looking so disproportionately modest atop that overloaded set of nuts. She couldn't hold the pressure back for long, and couldn't keep her hands off herself either, curling her toes up tight and making herself whimper with how hard she bit her lip while she stroked that rigid jackal dick and edged herself closer and closer to the massive release brewing deep in her balls.

It wasn't until the last moment, vigorously stroking, squeezing her own knot, writhing there atop the counter while she leaked precum onto her own sloshing nuts that she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

"Ah, fuck, wait! Shit shit shit - condom, quick! I'm gonna ..." She flailed her hands, trying to turn around atop the counter but finding herself far too weighed down by her own prey-stuffed sack. "Third drawer on the left!"

Neither of the remaining cats moved fast enough. Becca couldn't stop herself, couldn't push back the pleasure wave as her nuts went extra-taut, loudly glorping as her cock bulged with the big fat cumshot bulging its way out of her. In her desperate flailing she at least managed to grab one of the plastic cups, and got it over her dick right at the very last moment, right as her cockslit gaped wide open to let the rush of fresh jackal seed shoot from her. Of course, even the most grande of beverage containers couldn't hope to compete with that torrent, with that multi-gallon cumshot spraying forth with all the force of a dam bursting. It was swiftly overflowed and useless, leaving the rest shooting clear across the cafe, splatting against the walls, painting the windows with a fresh white sheen that slightly darkened the interior. The rest splurched fatly onto the floor, pooling around Sabel's feet as she stepped to once side to keep her nice business clothes relatively tidy. Mira wasn't so quick-thinking. She took the full force of the firehose cumshot right in the face and tits, her shirt swiftly rendered translucent as cream clung to her curves, highlighting her bust as the scent of jackal spunk marked her. A keener nose might have noticed a lingering trace of the leopard's scent in all the mess. But it all just smelled like hot jizz to MIra.

"Well, I got some of her in there." Once she'd caught her breath and shaken off the encapsulating glow of orgasm, Becca gave a deep huff and slumped her shoulders, swirling around the cup full of former leopard. "Break's time over I guess. Be one sec with it."

She left the cats and cafe like dripping wet with jackal essence while she got to work, the sound of spunk slowly swirling down a grated drain the only noise until she started pouring. The smell of coffee could hardly compete with the clinging aroma of sex painted from wall to wall, but it was a welcome one nonetheless. Becca acted like there was nothing unusual about the whole scene, bottomlessly mixing up a drink as usual. Half coffee, a sprinkle of sugar, and plenty of fresh jackal cream, and the drink was ready for a lid. She slid it over to the cheetah, who promptly paid for it, her dick still out, twitching a little, but ignored for the time being. She was fixated entirely on that beverage. There was no need for a lid. Popping it off, Sabel snatched the thing up, double-fisting, but before she chugged it down she made sure to catch Mira's attention, jiggling the container in the black cat's direction just to tease her. They both knew what went into it. The pantheress was definitely already watching, keeping a keen eye on the cheetah's actions, just waiting for her to guzzle down that drink made out of creamed-up cat. Sabel was even kind enough to hold it out and offer a sip.

"Hey, she was your sis, right? I figure you get to sample at least."

Mira nodded, leaning in to take the cup. She softly slurped, making sure to tilt it back and get to the bottom, tasting the mix of cummified leopard and The Cup's special blend. Smacking her lips, she handed it back to Sabel, who promptly downed the whole thing in a few gulps, slurping what was left of Mahiri right down, trickling a little excess down her chin and cheeks. Wiping up the musk-tinged pick-me-up from her lips, she gave a great bellow of an 'ahhh!' After that, it was just a matter of tossing the cup in the trash while Becca dialed up a number on the store's phone. And then hung up and tried again, wiggling her pointer finger at the buttons as she struggled to recall the exact number. The second time was the charm, and she pushed the receiver between her shoulder and one pointy ear while she dragged a wet cloth across the counter, doing her best to start mopping up the mess she'd made. Of course, there was so much more to clean that the drain certainly couldn't handle, but that could wait at least a little while. After listening to the automated voice on the other side, she gave a little shrug that caused her to drop the phone, catching it just in time and hanging up.

"So, uh. Reformers are down again looks like. Never working right around here." The jackal gave a tip of her head to Mira, though she didn't address it any more deeply than that.

"Mmhmm. I figured," the pantheress nodded.

The cheetah chimed in, grinning. "Worth it. That'll get me through the day. You always make the best specials, Becca."

The jackal playfully patted her nuts, getting a little jiggle out of them. They were more or less back to normal size, except perhaps with a little extra sag from the leftover weight of any cum she hadn't shot clear across the cafe. She let her skirt fall back down and then nodded to Mira, who still casually wore a blanket of cum, dripping from her translucent top and tits.

"And what would you like?"

"Just the usual today," Mira said, then ran a thought through her head that made her grin to herself. "And just in case you didn't get it all out, I'm not busy later ..."

She reached over and took one of the 'how was your experience?' forms to jot down her number really quick, signing it with a little heart. The jackal looked it over, mirrored the panther's beaming expression, then tucked it into her apron for later. Then she got back to work.

All was quiet once more as Becca got to preparing Mira's favourite drink, like any other day. They stood in silence, the cats idly purring, the canine swishing her tail as she sorted through the toppings. The only sound to interrupt the scene was the jingle of the door, despite the sign out front. They turned to see who it was, expecting a new customer, but it was actually the opposite.

A very flustered-looking young badger, one whose more formal choice of dress seemed to immediately identify him as a visitor to the neighbourhood had quietly made his way from his corner seat in the aftermath. His expression was twisted into a lip-biting mix of shock and awe. He sheepishly shuffled his way out after pushing open the cum-painted door, leaving without a word. Becca gave a laugh to see it, especially seeing how funny he was walking as he made his way to the car after witnessing such an indulgent show. The levity was a relief from the dread she felt over all the mopping she was going to have to do once the cute cats left. And even then, The Cup was going to have an extra potent spritz of jackal cum musking the place up for a while. Ah well, nobody ever seemed to complain too much when that happened.