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Sabel wasn't expecting to end up in a standoff the moment she slipped through the door. She froze in place, knowing that any wrong move would get her shot. The most powerful cannon in all the empire was pointed straight at her, one that could very well mean her complete annihilation. There was no dodging it, no matter how fast the cheetah really was. All she could do was stare into the gaping slit of that tense, stiff horsecock as the tigress gripped it in both hands, ensuring it was primed to fire as soon as she was ready, slowly stroking it to milk out some thick beads of precum. They accumulated on the floor, dripping noisily to the floor of the bridge. That was the only sound in the whole room, or maybe the whole ship for a good, long while as the two rivals finally met face to face, eyeing each up, engaging in non-verbal combat. Finally, when Sabel's gaze strayed to those two titanically sagging nuts, Hervy spoke, her tone as commanding as ever.

"Wondering where those birds went? They creamed up good, I'll have you know."

She said those words with a certain amount of force, but it didn't have the impact on Sabel that she might have hoped. The cheetah just shrugged.

"Eh. Not my girls. Shame they couldn't handle you. Would have saved me a lot of trouble."

Hervy didn't move from her spot, but for slowly swivelling her dick to keep it trained on the spotted cat when Sabel moved slightly to the side. A firm grip of her shaft made it twitch aggressively, warning the cheetah that she was going to fire if she tried anything funny. It wasn't like it was going to be fatal exactly, but being pasted to the wall by the firehose blast of the tigress's fat cumshot wasn't the kind of start to their duel that Sabel wanted. So she held her position, and folded her arms, looking as nonchalant as could be. Hervy scoffed.

"Those two were both fully enhanced and upgraded with all the latest, cutting edge tech. What makes you think you can do anything they couldn't do better?"

Sabel shrugged.

"Guess they shoulda relied less on tech then huh? Nothing like going all natural."

A big, mocking grin spread across the cheetah's face as she posed with her hands behind her head, wiggling her hips and showing off that whole form of hers. What might have looked like a bit of foolishness though bought her some valuable scoffing time. Hervy couldn't help but sneer at the cheetah's antics, her lip curling to show her distaste for every aspect of the cheetah in general. It was just a moment, but that was enough for Sabel to make her move. In looking all unconcerned about her situation, she managed to get one good opportunity to get out of it. That meant diving off to the side, then catching herself on one foot and diving right back the other way, hoping that fakeout would cause the tigress to blow her load all inaccurately, to waste that advantage. All Sabel had to do was avoid the stream and she'd be in prime position to strike, to get on top, to show that big cat what a spotty feline could really do. And that would have all been a great plan, if Hervy didn't see it coming.

There wasn't even enough time to chirp her dismay. Sabel got a look at that cock bulging, flexing, expanding with the pressure pumping through it, and then all went white. It felt like getting punched clear across the room. That jet of cum hit her so hard it sent her skidding, sent her sliding back along the swiftly jizz-soaked floor until she slammed hard into a cold steel wall, sending a shudder through her spine and perhaps even the whole ship with the force of her impact. And that was precisely where she stayed, left to gargle and guzzle as she got her entire body plastered by the forceful cumblast shooting from Hervy's cock. She was pinned there, struggling, flailing, feeling somewhat like she was drowning as the tigress luxuriantly unloaded every single drop she'd churned up thanks to gulping those two avians with her dick. Her fuzzy nuts pulled up tight to milk out gallon after gallon of fresh, hot, tiger spunk, leaving the cheetah swimming, painted, utterly drenched from the tip of her ears down to her wiggling toes.

Jizz squelched between her fingers, simmering upon her skin as her fur flattened down to her body under the weight of it all. And that was exactly how she remained for the full minute or so it took for Hervy to cum all over her, painting her with such a thorough coating of pure tiger scent that it felt like a permanent override of the cheetah's own perfume, leaving her forever musked up to smell like her rival, no matter how much she washed. She'd accumulated plenty of marks in her recent adventures, but that was the most powerful of all, overpowering all else, blanking her mind with the concentrated pheromones assaulting her senses all at once, leaving her swallowing, drooling, gaping, and finally slumping down against the wall to lay splayed out in a pool of steaming seed as the tigress approached on soft paws to loom over her handiwork.

"You make it too easy," she mocked, folding her arms beneath her breasts as the cheetah lay twitching there in a whole ocean of fresh cum. "A nuisance, most certainly. Such a pleasure it will be to be rid of you for good."

Sabel was barely even visible, her spots utterly concealed by the layers of cream coating her. When she opened her mouth to speak, she just let more cum pour down into her gullet, leaving her sputtering, coughing, completely disoriented. It wasn't an act. She'd won plenty of struggles by pretending to be in a worse spot than she was, but this wasn't one of them. If ever there was a time for Hervy to make her move, it was then, and the tigress hardly hesitated. She picked her target and then she pounced, throwing her whole body weight atop the cheetah, leaving jizz squelching slickly in between their bodies. She wasn't worried about getting her stripes all messy. That was inevitable when she was dealing with something personally. And it most certainly was personal. She grappled with the other cat as they tussled together in that puddle, soon plenty coated herself as she overpowered the stunned cheetah and forced her down on her face. Sabel certainly did her best to protest, to wriggle and try to get into a better position, but there was really no helping it. She ended up facedown in spunk, her cheek squished against the sleek floor while her ass remained pointed upwards. The lashes of her tail couldn't fend off that horsecock. Even after emptying her nuts like that, Hervy had plenty more to give, and she got her flared dick pointed right between those spotted cheeks as she smothered Sabel in her stripes.

For as many fat cocks as Sabel had taken in her many experienced years, that plump equine tigress cock was enough to make her yowl. Or at least, she tried to make such proper feline sounds, but they mostly came out as gargling noises. She had her mouth and nose all clogged up with tigress spunk, leaving her choking, nearly drowning while that bigger cat claimed her. It would have been a pretty humiliating situation for most. But she wasn't going to let the tiger break her so easily. Pinned as she was, she was just going to have to show Hervy how tough she really was. Rather than struggle and squirm all through that impending fuck, she instead arched her back, coughed up some cum, and gave a little sultry rowwwwl as she lifted and swished her tail. It was like she was daring the tigress to fuck her as hard as she could, showing no fear even with that flare bulging up between her cheeks, grinding along her rim and taint until it finally found its mark after plenty of slick grinding. The striped cat snorted as she sank her cock into the rump of that much-hated rival, letting all her frustration with the cheetah's antics come out at once. If Sabel was going to act all confident even while totally dominated like that, then Hervy was just going to have to fuck that confidence out of her.

That was easy when she had a clubbing rod of a horsedick, one enhanced by how well she'd been feeding it lately. That meant it was thicker, meatier, bulging and throbbing so much more aggressively while she filled and stretched the cheetah's belly, adding some extra sloshing weight with every spurt of precum shooting out deep into her backside. It wasn't long before she was fully sheathed between those cheeks, giving them a whack with the flat of her palm, bringing a solid spanking sound out of those spotty curves. Sabel wasn't to be deterred. She showed Hervy exactly how little she cared by pushing ass up and grinding on those plump white nuts, feeling all their extra heft. They were still sagging and heavy with all the padding added thanks to those two churned-up birds. And a leopardess before them. And plenty more, day after day, for as long as she reigned as queen in her little corner of the empire. Sabel would feel wonderful simmering away in her nuts - but first she had to break that stubborn cat, and she set to work, lunging her stripey hips up and down, pounding down and flattening Sabel out like a rug as she buried her dick deep inside that spotty cat, rutting her hard, spanking her with every stroke. That was enough to squeeze some cum out from between the cheetah's lips, keeping that mouth busy to ensure she couldn't make her situation worse with her usual teasing.

Thumping, pounding, doing her best to ram into the other cat as if she were trying to break down a wall, Hervy snarled as she accelerated to a peak in hardly any time at all. Leaning in, she nibbled along one of Sabel's ears, then bit her on the cheek, working down along her neckline to tease her, chew her, tease her all over until she was just assaulting her with some heavy slurps. That meant tasting a whole lot more of herself than the actual cheetah, slathered as Sabel was with all the remnants of that orgasm. Putting enough pressure on the back of her head had the cheet immersed in jizz, blowing bubbles as her face went under the surface. That was precisely where she stayed as the tigress hammered her towards a climax. Her swinging nuts smacked against the cheetahs' own with spine-curling force, her cock expanded, going taut, veins bulging out as orgasm surged through her every single inch. That big fat flare got even fatter as she churned up another fat load, sending it firing straight up under the cheetah's lifted tail. Maybe she wasn't cumming quite as hard as before, but she still filled that damn cat up good, sending her belly stretching out, bloating her, rounding her to a balloon until the pressure sent that cream blasting right back between her cheeks, while the rest simply overflowed out her jaws, turning her briefly into a spunk fountain for all that fresh tiger jizz, letting it splash out onto the floor, joining with the spreading puddle to leave the whole room soaking with that potent scent.

All Sabel knew was she couldn't show any weakness. Even after a reaming like that. She might have been numb and sore all over, her head might have been spinning while she swam in that overpowering musk, but she wasn't going down that easy. As soon as Hervy schlurked her dick out of Sabel's rump, wiping off the tip on those spotty cheeks, the cheetah knew she was in the danger zone. All it was going to take was a moment of weakness, and she'd get churned. So she found some inner reverse, some secret stash of energy and adrenaline as if she'd just injected some sort of drug. Maybe that would have been a good idea, coming into a duel like this one, but she was just going to have to rely on her own natural instincts. She was still a big cat, right? That meant she had stamina to spare, and she managed to ignore all the urges to just collapse, leaping up and sclurching her way out of that cum-puddle with her dick waving back and forth and a grin on her splattered face.

"Pretty good warmup, I'll admit. Sure, you know how to fuck. That's why you're the boss, I guess." She offered Hervy a wink, teasing her with that faint praise. "Of course, I doubt you'd dare let me have a turn. You'd probably end up going to pieces in a few humps."

Hervy snorted. She knew well what Sabel was trying to do. But if the cheetah was going to voluntarily weaken herself with even more exertion, then she was willing to go along. She rose to her knees and just waited for Sabel to make her move, shrugging her shoulders.

"Doubtful. But I know you won't shut up until I let you try. So, why not?"

Sabel might have been the smaller of the two cats, but when she pounced on top, Hervy went down. The tigress grunted as she thudded down, jizz shooting off beneath her form as they battled in that puddle. Sabel got on top, and it was like she'd stepped in a trap as those striped thighs snapped around her waist. She was swiftly clamped up tight in that heavy grip, getting pulled down and locked against Hervy's body. Sabel took the opportunity to motorboat some kitty titties, licking along those tigress nips, slipping and slopping and drooling plenty, making sure Hervy got at least almost as wet as she was. They squished and squelched cream between the both of them as Sabel found her target. That damn tigress boss was tight. Or maybe it was just the strength of those inner squeezing muscles, kneading and clamping down as the cheetah did her best to sink deeply inside. Hervy wasn't exactly making it easy on her, even with her cock all slopped up and slick with all the tiger cum clinging to her. The cheetah still hadn't got off, not in a while in fact, and so she could feel the trembling tension shooting up her shaft and tingling along her spine as she twitched her tail and flexed her legs, holding back the wave of pleasure that threatened to overtake her in that moment. It wouldn't have been right at all to lose control and blow her load before she even got a single stroke into that fine tiger rump. She was trying to make a point.

Jabbing, thrusting, bucking, humping away, she slowly slurked inside despite her efforts to go much faster. It wasn't exactly easy to show off when the tigress was squeezing so hard, but she persisted. It took more force, more eager pressure to fuck that cat as hard as she wanted, but Sabel knew it was worth it. Anything to ream that stripey butt, to show the boss who was really the boss in that section of space. Years of pursuing, battling, and coming so close to finally ending their rivalry, and it had all come to this. And there she sunk, balls-deep in tight-as-hell rear, doing her best to sloppily fuck the horse-cocked cat as hard as she could. Her whole body went into it. She knew she probably should have been conserving energy for the wild session to come, but she didn't care. Sabel needed to rut that tigress, and she needed to do it hard. Soon she managed to find a pace, smacking her own balls against the inside of Hervy's thighs, making the big boss' assets jiggle with the force of her thrusts. Those thighs threatened to completely suffocate her, or perhaps snap her in half for how hard they were squeezing, but she was just going to have to endure. Even if she couldn't exactly feel her legs anymore.

"Hmm, you're big, certainly. But you do seem to be slowing down, I think." Hervy spoke calmly, even with her rival balls-deep in her butt. "Is it the usual cheetah problem? All sprint, no stamina? I am surprised you haven't finished yet."

"I'll show you who's finished," Sabel rumbled back.

She was getting frustrated, all locked up in that embrace, barely able to move her hips. But that just meant shorter thrusts, and more slapping her balls against that ass. Just to make sure the tigress couldn't stay calm through the whole thing, she wrapped both hands around that horse dick and started madly stroking it, jiggling up and down as she synced up those butt-pounding motions with those lightspeed rubs. It was finally enough to get a lip-curling snarl out of the tiger, and not an aggressive one. She laid her head back and squinted her eyes - though she never fully closed them, knowing that would mean taking her eyes off that cheetah. Sabel puffed and groaned and went absolutely wild, a dozen thrusts a second or at least it felt that way. The blur of motion brought more and more noise out of the two of them, the longer it went on. Yowls and snarls and those ever-persistent rumbles echoed out around the room. They had to compete with the constant squelching of cock in ass, that lubed-up shaft sliding back and forth smoothly, plunging in and out until the twitching tension got the better of the cheetah. But at least she got her wish.

Even she had to admit it was pretty impressive watching that dick go off from right up close. This time she actually got to watch the tigress spurt, rather than getting drowned in the resulting splatter. She made sure to point that deadly thing away from her face as Hervy erupted suddenly, her cock twitching and pulsing so much the cheetah almost lost her grip on it. Meanwhile, Sabel was finally letting off some pressure of her own, stuffing her nuts up taut against that tigress rim as if to shove her balls right inside her, wriggling her way through a juicy climax that saw her shooting ropes of hot cheetah spunk deep inside the that big scary boss. Just getting to cream her once was satisfying enough, watching that confident look on her face shift to something ever so briefly overwhelmed by the pleasure, even if it was from her rival fucking her. But only for a moment. To make up for that temporary loss of dignity, she squeezed the cheetah so hard Sabel chirped, her tongue flopping out as she made an exaggerated 'dead' expression. Though the pressure just ensured she came harder, a few more ropes shooting up inside the tigress' tummy to slosh around and make her wobble a little bit. Those nuts had plenty to give, and she unloaded them until she was dry-firing in Hervy's ass, her hips jumping and jolting with the extended orgasm milked out of her. That death-grip only helped ensure she spunked the striped cat up all the better.

When Hervy finally let her pull out, she gasped and slumped, briefly drooping her head down to catch her breath. Cum cascaded down the inside of Hervy's thighs, creaming up her butt and tail as she tsked at the sight, simmering in it a while.

"Hmph. Such a mess. You'll be helping me clean it up, of course."

Sabel didn't even manage to get one of her trademark quips in before the tigress was on her again. Despite the fucking, Hervy didn't seem much worse for wear. Maybe a little slower than before. Either way, she was pushing the cheetah down, this time on her back, pinning her in their collective mess as it ran rivers across the floor. There were no grates, no drains for it to slip off into the ship, meaning they were practically carpeting the whole bridge in cum by then. Sabel snow-angled around in the steaming jizz as the tigress climbed up on top once more. She pushed the cheetah flat and turned her tail all in one smooth motion, giving Sabel a good look at that creampied ass as she lowered herself down. No hesitation, no warning, she just went ahead and took a seat atop the cheetah's face, nestling her booty down all over that feline muzzle, aiming just right to get Sabel's face snuggled tight between her cheeks and kissing against her rim. Sabel managed as much as an 'mmf!', throwing her hands up and pushing them against those fine cheeks as they eclipsed her features and utterly engulfed her in hot and creamy tiger rump. Most of the cum was her own, spreading over her face, grinding into her fur and skin as Hervy got nice and comfy on her new temporary throne.

That was definitely a dangerous place to be. Sabel knew she was in some trouble. If she didn't manage to convince the tigress to let up, she might well just end up passing out there beneath that swishing tail. Hervy wasn't relenting. She didn't offer any air, and she wasn't gentle. Pushing her full weight down on Sabel's face meant shoving her right against that well-fucked rim, smooching ring to lips as the cheetah figured out her plan. There was really only one way to go about it. Reaching up, she clutched the tigress by the hips, pulling her down even harder, and started licking and slathering all over that fine asshole with all her might. A tingly kitty tongue was always a whole lot to take even when applied slowly, and she wasn't being gentle in the slightest. Feeling that clench meant it was having exactly the result she hoped for. Rolling her head back and forth allowed her to get some nice firm strokes beneath the tigress' tail, forcefully rimming her, eating her ass and cleaning the cum from that splattered backside. And when she started digging her tongue inside, Hervy couldn't help but grunt out again, trying and failing to suppress a groan that slowly escalated into a full-on growl. She sounded angry, but that was just how tigresses were. This one, especially so. Sabel wasn't going to let that stop her from making her rival cum with nothing more than her eager, plunging tongue and her wet, smooching lips planted snug against that taut hole, making it flex and constrict with pleasure. The tigress' cock had never really softened, but it was extra hard, recharged in seconds after her previous release. Every slurp brought Sabel closer to her goal, and Hervy's efforts to make it harder by grinding down on the cheetah's face were actually doing well to assist her, rubbing back and forth on that tongue as it slipped deep inside her, only to pull out and stroke along the tiger's rim, and then push back inside again.

"Hfff ... so you know how to eat some ass," Hervy admitted. "I would say I'd simply capture you and keep you to serve me - but that would be entirely more mercy than you could ever deserve. Keep going, and maybe I won't suffocate you."

Sabel certainly didn't trust her to actually keep her word, but she didn't have much other choice. She was just going to have to provide a life-changing butt-licking, digging her tongue in as far as she could reaching, fucking that ass with her tingly slurper as firmly as she could. It really worked those muscles in her jaw to keep up a pace like that, but she could worry about that later. What was important was pumping that butt and pleasuring the tigress with a nice internal massage over her most tender places. The tension of those clenching squeezes meant she was getting there. A little harder, a little faster, and she had the tigress snarling. Hervy didn't even bother to stroke her cock. She just rubbed down over Sabel's creamed up face, dousing her in her own cum, making the cheetah swallow it from beneath her tail while the spotty cat tongue-fucked her thick ass until she couldn't take it. From firm grinding to lunging back, planting herself on all fours and bucking into the cheetah's muzzle, the tigress seemed to become something more like a beast for those extended moments of impending climax, using Sabel's whole muzzle for a sex toy as she thumped her ass right down to the floor, clapping around the cheetah's head until she finally just erupted.

That meant squeezing down hard on Sabel's entire head, those cheeks flexing around her skull as if to crush her while the tigress went off like a firework. Cum shot clear across the room, splashing dangerously close to some important-looking controls. Hervy didn't care. She was busy emptying her nuts, using that cat for a dildo, erupting hard and painting her surroundings with another dose of her potent scent. Sabel remained buried beneath her butt until she was getting light-headed, very much unable to budge all that big cat from atop her face. She might have passed out with another half-minute of that, but to her surprise, Hervy actually rose from her. Whether it was keeping her word or simply forgetting all about their battle in the moment of climax, she left the cheetah dripping with sweat and spunk, drooling, panting, her tongue a bit numb from overworking it but nonetheless feeling pretty good. And she was plenty horny after spending so long slurping between those stripey cheeks. When she wasn't heaving for breath, she sat up sharply, making sure to squeeze her cock and milk out a few spurts of pre, letting Hervy know precisely how urgent her lustiness was in that moment.

"Huff ... phew. Pretty good, right? Now, since I did you such a favour, only fair I get to find out what that tongue of yours feels like, right?"

When Hervy snapped her head around to look at her, that snarl was still on her face, but the beastliness drained from her features to be replaced by the more stoic, controlled demeanour that was her usual. Brushing her hair back, she licked her chops, took a few breaths, and regained her elegance, despite dripping with cum and perspiration alike.

"You say that. But do you really want that? Something tells me that will be the final straw that breaks you. Not that I mind, of course. I know precisely where I'm going to put you when this is all done."

The tigress made a show of hefting her nuts up with both palms before letting them drop with an audible slosh. They clenched aggressively when her dick gave a full-length throb, bulging out those equine features, cockslit expanding to gape towards the cheetah like an open mouth. Sabel wasn't to be intimidated. She just ran her fingers along her rock-hard prick, barely touching it and yet milking out some long-distance spurts of precum that were soon splashing over the tigress' fur. Hervy didn't flinch, enduring the light shower of musky mess without blinking, her fur getting matted down by the heavy juices. They were two potent, hung, deadly cats, their nuts churning up loud and heavy, ready for each other. And only one of them was going to leave that ship as anything but a fresh load of spunk. It all came down to who failed first.

"Come on," Sabel scoffed. "Your mouth can't be that good. Give it here. And those tits too."

It wasn't often that she got to see Hervy in such an appealing pose. It wasn't exactly for her, really. The only reason the tigress was offering herself like that was to keep the cheetah squirming. If there was any pleasure to be taken from such a thing, it was purely for competitive purposes. She certainly wasn't enjoying herself. Hard cock or not. Not that Sabel really cared. She took a scan over that kneeling tigress, watching Hervy playing with her tits, licking her lips. The look in the striped cat's eyes was still one of blazing disdain, but that didn't make her any less enticing. Strutting forth, the cheetah made sure to hide just how wobbly her legs were feeling. Hell with soreness. She'd deal with that later, once she was living in complete luxury, retired on the profits that came with selling that artifact. Someone could rub the tension out of her. For now, it was all about showing off, all about showing that damn empire boss that nothing could truly exhaust her. And she certainly couldn't resist the snug embrace of tigress tits, slipping smoothly up between them as she jabbed her cock right towards Hervy's face. Part of her expected the wicked tigress to just bite it or something, but she played along. Soon Sabel was revelling in the feeling of having her arch-rival licking her dick, those steady strokes of stimulating slurper meant to throw her off balance, to overwhelm her with pleasure, but instead she just definitely purred all throughout that messy cock-cleaning as she fucked those tiger tits in slow, soft humps.

"Hhhf, knew you'd be good at this. Probably don't get to suck a lot of cock when you're doing the whole big scary boss act, am I right?" she teased, but she didn't get a response from Hervy. At least not a verbal one.

Instead, the tigress went straight for the dick. She engulfed the first few inches with a lunge of her head, stretching her jaws around it and taking it straight to the back of her throat. A few seconds later and she was aggressively gulping, suckling and swallowing so hard that Sabel simply had to stagger forward, planting her hands on the tiger's shoulders while she got her soul sucked out. Or so it felt. Hervy didn't seem to need to breathe, just diving down every single inch of cheetah dick that wasn't wrapped up snug between her breasts, squeezing those tits together with both hands to keep them grinding on the lower half of Sabel's shaft as she slobbered and blew her silly. The slickly schicking slide of lips and tongue on cock made for plenty of noise all on their own, but louder still were the sounds escaping the cheetah as she tilted her head right back to regard the overhead lighting, yowling and moaning her way through that forceful blowjob as the tigress utterly spoiled her. It might have been in the spirit of competition, but it was just so generous, so thorough, so absolutely gracious the way she kneaded that cheetah dick with mouth and gullet alike. She sucked like she intended to swallow the entire cheetah, cock-first. And as far as ways to win their little struggle went, that would have certainly been an inefficient one.

"Mmmf, yeah! Suck me dry, kitty-cat," Sabel teased. It might have seemed silly to call another cat by pet names, but anything that might have got Hervy flustered was useful.

Hervy was up to the challenge. She was over halfway down that dick when the cheetah started twitching. There was no need to hold back. She wasn't trying to please that tiger. Instead, she let those soft lips, that rough tongue, that gripping throat all milk her straight to an orgasm that came rushing out of her like a shot. Her body recoiled from the force of it, suddenly shooting jizz straight down Hervy's throat without a hint of warning but for the taut bulge of her dick as that cum rushed its way towards her tip. She exploded all at once, shooting the tigress' belly nice and full, letting it all well up in her throat until it was pouring down her chin. Of course, she'd never be content if she passed up the perfect opportunity to cum all over that proud cat's face. It took some yanking to get that damn tigress to let go of her cock, but eventually Sabel was staggering back mid-orgasm, rapidly pumping her drooly shaft with both hands, milking it all over those stripes, those features, and of course those tits. She spunked that tigress stupid, leaving her painted, vanishing beneath that tidal wave of potent cheetah seed, left utterly blanketed by the heavy flow until there was nothing left to see but a faintly Hervy-shaped outline for the several seconds it took to dribble down her body and join the growing puddle. By then it was more of a lake, a river of their collected cum stretching from wall to wall, corner to corner, carpeting the bridge in slippery cat cream, fogging the various display screens with the steaming musk wafting up around them both. It was enough to make it hard to breathe, and yet on they went.

The tigress looked like she was emerging from a lake as she rose up to her full height, cascading waterfalls of Sabel's seed pouring off her body. It drenched her fur down flat, soaked into her matted hair. And shake as she might, some of it still clung to her body, acting like a second skin, a bodysuit of musky mess that squelched beneath her arms as she folded her arms once more. The look she gave blazed even through the splatter, glaring at the cheetah as Sabel just shot a grin right back.

"Got a little something on you there."

The tigress just reached out and planted her hands on the cheetah's shoulders, looking for a moment like she was about to lean in for a kiss. Instead, she spoke, her voice slightly muffled by the cum she was still gargling.

"My turn."

Sabel was pretty sure she'd been generous enough already, but it really didn't seem like the stubborn tiger was going to let go. So, why not. She sank down on her knees, slipping and sliding in the spunk-puddle while she struggled to keep her balance. The grip on her was like two steel claws clamping down, nearly dangling her for how hard the tigress held her. Hervy wasn't waiting. She pushed her cock right up in Sabel's face, smearing it along her cheeks, her chin, then her lips. A little pressure squished that broad flare into a sloppy smooch, the flexing tension pumping out some precum to splatter over Sabel's fur. Then came a little more pressure. And a little more. Soon she was shoving smoothly down the cheetahs' throat, filling that gullet to stretched and bulging as she facefucked her way to the base. She wasn't holding back. Soon she tapped Sabel's chin with her nuts, simply holding herself there while her hands remained planted on the cheetah's shoulders, keeping her exactly in place. Sabel wasn't going to be overwhelmed, even when she had a dick pointed right at her belly. She sucked as best her stretched jaws could allow, slurping away with her pinned tongue as the tigress just parked her dick straight down her rival's gullet. Hervy wasn't moving for a while. Maybe she was testing to see if the cheetah would just pass out if she stayed sheathed in her throat for long enough. But it was more that she was just calibrating.

Pulling up and back, she gave the cheetah a chance to gasp around her flare before plunging back in. Slowly. She wasn't rutting that face so much as she was just gradually pumping in and out, sinking all the way to the base and then inching her way back up. Her grip slowly shifted from the cheetah's shoulders to her hair, clutching at it and pulling on those locks to get some muffled noise out of the spotted cat. Sabel was certainly in no position to say anything. She couldn't do much more than mmf and suck away as she got throat-plunged by that potent prick. Hervy remained steady and focused for the first few thrusts, but the twitching, pulsing, vein-bulging throbs running through her cock were evidence of her enjoyment. So too were those insistent yanks, those tugs at the cheetah's hair that threatened to pull some clumps loose. Sabel groaned her dismay at that roughness, but she wasn't about to let it distract her. She curled her hands around the tiger's hips, squeezed that fine striped butt, and kneaded deeply as she sucked right back, lunging forward to meet Hervy's thrusts, making them plap harder, deeper, wetter. Soon that meant the tigress was speeding up, and so too was the cheetah. From a slow, smooth plunge it got a whole lot rougher, thumping, smacking, spanking those fat nuts against the cheetah's chin and throat, slamming deep and hard while things got even wetter.

Those thick drops of precum shooting down into Sabel's belly were enough to make her feel heavy. Her gut was sloshing plenty already, and she could feel the tension building. Hervy's balls were swelling up plump with the pressure, stretching, expanding, making for some even heavier whumps against the cheetah as she thumped with all her strength and speed alike. Sabel competed to suck her off faster than she facefucked her to oblivion, using her tongue and lips to make sure that oral session was as stimulating as possible. Her throat too was a useful tool, squeezing tight around those inches without any hint of gagging or choking. She was built for this. Ready for this from the moment she woke up that day. And she wasn't going to stop until that tigress came, no matter how badly her body was crying out for air. When she felt those telltale flexes, accompanied by those imposing snarls spilling out from between the tiger's clenched teeth, she knew she'd been successful. After that it was just a matter of surviving the flood.

Even after all her release, the tigress still climaxed like a burst dam. The pressure came shooting forth all at once, blasting straight down to the bottom of the cheetah's gut, splattering on impact and making her whole belly stretch and wobble. She was full in seconds, overflowing to the point of drooling spunk, they squirting it from between her lips as the tiger just, kept, cumming. It was an unending torrent that made the cheetah feel like she might well burst - or perhaps float away as the pressure turned her into a balloon. Only when the tiger's jizz-hose became more of a trickle did she even think of pulling out. And that, she did slowly, making sure to shoot inside the ruined cheetah a few more times until she finally popped free. Releasing that pressure was like knocking over a fire hydrant, sending a fountain of spunk straight up from the cheetah's open mouth, only to leave it splashing back down over the both of them. It splattered in all directions, painting important control panels, bringing sparks from a few of them, even prompting a warning siren from one of them. Lights flashed red to bathe the depraved scene in a gloomy hue, but amidst the chaos all the two of them could think about was kissing, locking together in a cum-squelching smooch that saw them both on their feet once more, squished together and tightly embracing.

Of course, that was part of the competition too. With plenty of cum lingering in their mouths, Sabel's especially, they were all set for a duel of tongues, shoving and grinding at one another's as they tried to prove the stronger licker. That meant snowballing a whole load of cum back and forth, pushing it into each other's mouths when it didn't just squirt and splatter down their chins, dripping onto their compressed tits. The exchange meant they wasted most of it, but eventually they were getting their wish, forcing each other to swallow a few throatfuls. As well as each other's tongues. Sabel's ended up right inside the tiger's throat for a few moments before Hervy shoved it back and did the same with her own. They were making out as if they were fighting, their lips curling some to show their teeth in time, lightly clinking off each other's. When they finally pulled back again, they were panting, dripping, sweating, and absolutely steaming. Sabel honestly couldn't remember the last time she was so hot. The only thing that kept her focused was thinking about being showered in ice cubes, trying to keep mind over matter and avoid overheated entirely. Nonetheless, she was ready to verbally duel with the best of them as soon as Hervy spoke.

"So. If we go on like this, neither of us will win. I think it is about time we ended this ... exchange," Hervy said.

Sabel nodded. "Agreed. And I know exactly how we can settle it."

The tiger arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm. Simple. You probably think you've got a stronger dick than me, right? I say you don't. So let's give each other a hand, and see who ends up churned."

"Hmph."

Sabel shot one of those incessantly teasy winks. "What's the matter? Afraid you'll lose? All tuckered out after a little casual sex?"

She said that while her knees lightly wobbled, her right eye twitched oddly, and her breathing came out in heaving, rasping gasps, but nonetheless her confidence never wavered. The tigress finally sighed with exasperation. And maybe with fatigue too. Just a little.

"You're not going to drop it until I accept, are you? Fine. Let's finish this. For good. Once I have you, I'm not letting go."

That was exactly what Sabel wanted to hear. She flashed a big grin and just stuck out one of her hands, as if to shake. Instead, Hervy grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled that limb straight down towards her erect dick. In turn, Sabel reached for one of the tiger's own mitts and grabbed it tightly, pressing it to her own cockslit to grind and lube up with all that precum flowing from within. They groped and touched for a while, but soon they were pushing. Nearly in sync with each other, they schlurped a hand each into those pulsing spires, bringing each other into that intensely tight embrace. One flex from the tiger and the cheetah squeezed right back. They didn't even bother shoving or tugging. It was down to whoever's dick was strongest, whoever's could squeeze and clench and swallow the hardest. And by how quickly they were both enveloping each other's entire arms, it was going to be a very quick competition. Soon they'd slurped each other up to the shoulder, burying an entire limb down those dicks until they were left squirming and tugging against the inner tug. It wasn't exactly a great position to keep swallowing someone. Someone was going to have to shift, going to have to give in, to tire out and weaken just slightly. That would have been all it took.

Locking eyes with one another, they narrowed them and had themselves a little feline stare off. That meant practically kissing each other as they remained locked in that combative glare, refusing to be the first to blink. It meant their eyes were starting to water and burn, but neither of them wanted to give even the slightest advantage to the other. Sabel's eyes were swimming with tears, and the ambient heat and musk certainly wasn't helping. When she finally couldn't physically resist blinking any longer, she did it as quickly as possible, snapping her eyes back open. Hervy didn't seem to have succumbed to the same urge - or maybe she just blinked exactly when the Sabel did. Either way, they were getting nowhere. There was no way either of them could win when they were trying to swallow each other shoulder-first. Their cocks were strong, but squeeze and flex and tense and gulp as they did, they kept each other's hands just inches from those nuts, groped and massaged but sucked no deeper. Someone was going to have to make the first move. But neither of them dared. Finally, Sabel's limited patience gave way.

"Fuck it - two hands? This is taking too long. Let's do this, already."

Hervy slowly nodded. "Fine. Two hands."

They watched each other carefully for some kind of trick, for some kind of quick movement that put them at an advantage. But they were both surprisingly honest about it. They raised their free hand and placed it atop each other's cocktips, and from there it was a race. Those fingers schlurped inside, sucking down to the wrist. Then it was up the arms they went, tugging each other's faces closer and closer to the tips of those cocks. Sabel stared into the flare of the tigress, watching that cockslit flex and constrict around her limbs. All it would have taken was one little kiss, one little tug around either of their muzzles, and that would have been it. The cheetah huffed in the scent of that tigress dick, feeling the squelching precum shooting up into her face, the squishy sound of constricting around her arms echoing in her perked, then flattened ears. But squeeze as that horsedick might, Hervy just couldn't bring her the final few inches. The cheetah was on her toes, was teetering ever so close, but so was the tiger. And Sabel was so much hornier still, harder, flexing and throbbing even heavier than that horse-hung tigress. The most wicked of her grins was curling Sabel's lips as she felt the rising desperation in Hervy's tense muscles.

"Aw. Somebody creamed a little too hard. Forgot to save your strength for the finale, stripebutt?"

Hervy just growled in response. Her brow was all furrowed, her face all scrunched in a rising snarl. But attempting to pull herself back out of that cheetahdick was impossible. The only weapon she had was her own cock, and no matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn't get any more of Sabel. The cheetah stayed balanced and avoided those suckling cock-gulps again again, even if she was a drenched, ruined, shaky mess. She wasn't broken enough. Hervy should have fucked her some more, or just harder, should have wrecked her until she couldn't speak or even smirk. She should have shoved her down the moment she saw her and just obliterated her with all her strength, with all that potency that had made her such a powerful, trusted member of the empire in the first place. Her growing snarl exploded forth as frustration with herself and the cheetah alike all came out at once. But she didn't even manage to project that sound for long before it got muffled in the hungry grip of Sabel's big fat cock.

The moment she felt that muzzle slip inside her, Sabel's entire body twitched in the strangest of ways. She knew what it meant. She had her. Finally, after all the chasing, all the duelling and losses they'd each sustained on account of each other, Sabel had beaten that tigress. The surging excitement made her clamp down even harder, slurping Hervy's head inside all in a single tug. That motion was drastic enough to make her lose her focus for just a moment, her cock softening in the slightest. That was enough for Sabel to slip right free, popping out of that flared horsecock with a splatter of juices that hardly seemed to matter anymore. Everything was wet by then. Every inch of the cheetah, the tigress, and of their surroundings too. The alarms were still going off. For all Sabel knew they were minutes away from crashing into the nearest planet, having fallen out of orbit thanks to short-circuiting essential electronics with their fuck session. She could worry about that later. For now, the only thing that mattered in the entire universe was squeezing that cum-soaked tigress down her dick, muffling those dismayed features in the bulging pink flesh, gulping and gobbling and guzzling down those broad, curvy stripes with the fully force of her lingering lust, purring and lashing her tail all the while. It felt so good she couldn't help but moan her rival's name. Just this once.

"Ohhhhh, Hervyyyyy ... anyone ever tell you you're good cockfood? Guess probably not, heh ..."

Wrapping her hand snugly around her cock, Sabel started stroking madly, pumping up and down and biting her lip, groaning, moaning, puffing away. There was no need to hide it anymore. She could enjoy herself all she liked. Once she squished those tigress tits down flat, the deal was as good as sealed. She rubbed herself all over, groping, squeezing, just admiring how damn sexy she looked swallowing that other big cat with her cock. Stuffing the tiger's face down into her nuts meant dunking her into that potent spunk, sloshing and splashing her, immersing her in pure, concentrated cheetah scent while the churning started in earnest. She was probably already melting that tiger down a little before she even got all the way inside. Hervy was still squirming plenty for the moment, though not as much as Sabel might have expected. Maybe she just knew she was beaten. Her destiny was sagging Sabel's nuts for as long as it took to glorsh her into a fresh load of cream.

Every curve, every stripe, belonged to that spottycat, sucked down deep and dunked to the very bottom, left to sag and stretch those fat nuts until they were touching the floor. They splished into the puddle beneath her as they rounded out with that sagging, expanding swell of prey. And soon the tigress was tipping upwards, her cum-soaked paws kicking into the air as she descended into that musky pit. The constricting walls of the cheetah's cock hugged those curves on the way in, bulging like a serpent, and soon Sabel was sucking down the slathered tailtip of her meal to tuck it away with all the rest. Soon that imposing general, or colonel, or whatever her rank had actually been was nothing more than a great big bulge in some bounty hunter's nuts. And she was already getting softer.

Sabel struggled to keep her balance at first, staggering around from the force of the pleasurable impact until she finally just slipped. That made for quite the impressive wipeout, sending her sprawling on her back, snow-angled in the cream. It wasn't like anyone was watching. Well, aside from anyone who happened to be hacked into the security cams. They were in for quite a show. The process of digesting her rival into nutsludge was enough to make the cheetah yowl out with pleasure, writhing all around in the steaming pool as she jerked herself wildly. She hardly even needed the helping hand. Her cock was already flexing hard enough, pumping towards orgasm, building up the pressure tighter and tighter while her balls swelled up with the slorshing tigress as all those details sloughed away in that creamy, galorshing set of cheetah balls. Precum shot straight up the ceiling, jetting out of her dick as the tension built and built. Stalactites of cheetah juices stretched down from the top of the room, raining down over the scene, adding some relaxing rainy noises to the display of utter depravity that was digesting that entire tigress.

First those edges smoothed over, simmering down into the growing mess, adding to the cumload that she was going to be. The outline of her figure became less distinct, those bulging curves flattening to become less impressive. The shape of her dick pushing out on the white fur of Sabel's balls soon lost its distinction too, vanishing as cat digested cat, churning her down to a thick, nut-stuffing dose of hot spunk. Her balls just kept getting fatter as that shapely form of the tigress rounded to something soft and featureless, just a lump of weight pulling down on that sack. Then that too smoothed over with a distinctly potent clench, leaving the cheetah writhing in place, drooling a little, her eyes crossing from the pleasure of it all. And she hadn't even climaxed yet. It was like one constant peak as she simmered the tigress down to nothing, her balls bloated and taut, perfectly round and smooth as they swelled up to brimming with that load, with the cumshot that would declare her victory. She wriggled, she bucked, she humped the air as if fucking a ghost. Her cock rippled and stretched and bulged with the sheer power of the release rushing through her every inch, pushing to the tip before finally bursting forth in an eruption that could have started a universe. The biggest bang blasted out of Sabel's cock, and in an instant, the room was white.

She hosed and gushed and grunted in delight as she projected that thick, concentrated cat seed onto every single surface of the bridge, coating controls and screens and windows alike. She plastered the ceiling in high-pressure cheetah jizz, she hosed down the floor until the whole place was flooded. And it just wouldn't stop. Gushing, spraying, shooting forth so hard her ass was pinned to the floor, she shook and yowled until she finally lost her voice to some shaky rasps. Closing her eyes, she let it all come raining down, immersing her as if to make herself vanish beneath the product of her own pleasure. The pressure was so intense that even the solid shapes of those polished, cleaned up bones didn't stick inside her cock for an instant. They launched out with the rest, clattering to the floor several feet away, cracking on impact for how far they fell. Except for one of them. The cheetah might have been devastated, but she had enough energy left to spring up and catch that perfect trophy. The tigress' empty skull gaped at her, still looking a bit stunned by it all despite the lack of features. Sabel was definitely going to hang onto that one.

Tucking the tigress' bleached skull beneath one arm, she set to scrambling over to the controls at the ship's bridge. Plenty of control panels had sparked out entirely, their displays giving errors or just going black entirely. She fiddled around with various dials and switches until she seemingly accomplished what she hoped. Empire ships were built a whole lot differently than the illegal pirate vessels she usually captained, and she had never been a pilot to begin with. But the scrambled display showed a countdown clock for the self-destruct, and she could already feel the rumblings beneath. That was enough to make her slip and crash again, almost losing her grip on her trophy. She slipped and slopped her way off of the bridge to the sound of a hundred warning sirens, her cock flopping against her thigh, still swollen and thickened by the extra potency gifted to her by the tigress' glorping demise. Hervy was dickfat and extra weight on the cheetah's balls - a shame that she'd never live down. Even after being totally erased by those heavy, churning spunk factories.

Setting out to make her way back to her own ship, Sabel slipped and stumbled and stopped to catch her breath plenty. Even she had to admit when she was exhausted. Such a sloppy victory didn't come easily. But the artifact was secure, and the opposition was eliminated. She could take all the time she needed. Nobody manifested to stop her on the way out. Either the security forces had been totally wiped out, or they were rightfully afraid of her. Even in that weakened state. Her dripping journey was a peaceful one, still fully naked and drenched in a coat of collective juices that stained her fur and skin in such a way as to feel permanent. Maybe she's digested her rival, but in a way, she'd always be a part of her. If that damn musky mark didn't wash out of her spots anyway. When Sabel finally made it back to her ship after plenty of struggling, she set that skull down a table to admire it briefly, then staggered over to the cockpit. After a fight like that, she was in no mood to pilot anything manually. Firing things up and exiting the station, she got out of its range and quickly set a course for a distant station. She knew exactly where to sell that prize. And as regrettable as the loss of her crewmates might have been, now she didn't have to split the wealth with any of them. It was going to be one luxurious life. She could finally retire from the dangers of spacefaring, finally indulge herself to the fullest. And she had so many ideas on how to do that.

"Guess this means goodbye, tiggy. Can't say it was fun, exactly, but I'm glad it ended this way at least."

She patted the skull a few times as the ship set out into dark space. Rather than go for a nap, she instead put herself right into one of the medical chambers, where she might be mended and restored after her little excursion. She was going to need it. All that remained was to drift away and slip into some pleasant dreams. Her victory would take some time to set in. That it was really over, that she'd really managed to go against such a powerful empire and win didn't exactly seem likely, but that was reality. She just had to get rid of that damn artifact, whatever it did, and rake in the riches that were meant for her. After all the losses, all the struggles, surely it would be worth it. There was no going back to ordinary bounty hunting after an adventure like that one.