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Oh, so it was going to be one of those days. Or weeks, more like. Mahiri was feeling that particular ache as soon as she woke up that morning. She'd learned to recognize the first signs of that trembling, clenching, fussing need that told her she was coming into heat, and there was nothing she could do about it but accept that her body was going to be a lot to handle for a while. That nigh-unbearable urge to get knocked up by someone suitably virile, someone potent enough to satisfy her every biological need was just going to eat away at her all throughout the day, and it wouldn't go away with anything other than time - or giving in to what instinct told her. Just because she was projecting a thick perfume of pheromones liable to ignite the primal side of anyone within range, whether they had a cock or not, didn't mean she saw it as an excuse to miss work at that quiet, cozy spa. She just went ahead and lit more candles than usual, filling her private massage room with the thick, mixed fragrance of sandalwood and lavender to hopefully drown out the rich aroma of horny cat wafting off of her so richly it was as if it was exuding from every pore.

Someone was surely going to notice eventually, but hopefully she could make it through her shift without too many distractions, her rumbly focus never waning once she was doing her magic upon some poor sore pair of shoulders or a lower back. Nobody kneaded quite like the leopardess, always pressing deeply into the muscles as if she could rub at a client's very soul, leaving them soothed and loosened, as if floating away on a cloud once she was done with their session. Though the more tension she melted away with expert applications of her fingers, the more she was starting to feel like she needed a massage of her own. An internal one, specifically. In a private moment, she dipped a digit into her panties, brushing across the lust-drenched folds of her pussy, flinching at how sensitive and swollen they were, pink and steaming hot with that blazing want.

"Ugh ... I wish I could just rub it all out right now ..." she murmured to herself. "But I know that's just going to make it worse. After the last time ..."

As tempting as it sounded. She was just going to have to settle herself down with a nice light lunch in between appointments. Sitting there, munching away on something refreshing and light, she tried her best to think chill thoughts as if she could mentally will herself to cool down. She kept to the corner of the lunch room, away from all her coworkers, lest they pick up on her need and get caught up in the sway of her body's silent siren call. Things seemed to be going pretty well so far, even if she was still nowhere closer to feeling better. Her pussy was swollen, engorged with dripping lust, making a soaking mess of her panties somewhere beneath that cozy robe. The slightest squirm, the slightest brush of puffy cunt lips against her clothing made her flinch, biting her lip or clenching her jaws to keep from yowling out right in front of everyone. Her upper lip twitched into a sneer at times as she came ever so close to losing control of herself. Her eyes darted from table to table, their bright green hue shining out with feral intensity while she wondered to herself ... if she was going to just say hell with it and pounce someone, who in the room was the best candidate?

There were plenty of attractive coworkers, but they did tend towards the softer and gentler sorts. A girly fox, a slim black cat. They were cute and all, but she honestly wasn't sure if they could handle her at her neediest, or her yowliest. They might have ended up hurt. It wasn't until a familiar face entered, locking gazes with the wild-eyed leopardess that Mahiri knew who she wanted. A lingering look at the strikingly red-black tigerfox Linnea had them both silently staring at each other from across the room. The hybrid halted in her tracks, looking like she'd walked into an invisible wall. Mahiri could see that canine nose working, sampling the scents in the air. But that was all she got out of the exchange. A brief smile in the feline's direction, and she was gone. She vanished so quickly back through the same doorway that Mahiri wondered if she'd only been an illusion. In her flustered state, perhaps she'd imagined the perfect someone to help her deal with that deeply-rooted ache, only to find her nothing more than a dream. Maybe she'd caught that scent and knew well to get out of there before things got wild, Mahiri found herself glumly pondering as she got back to her bland meal.

Her spirits lifted after lunch. Checking her schedule with the secretary afterwards, she had to admit she was surprised to find herself booked solid for the entire afternoon. Someone had gone and claimed her next three hours, all the way to quitting time. She never really put two and two together until she actually saw her. There Mahiri was, alone in her private room, tying her robe up tight, trying to keep herself comfortable, distracting herself by humming along to the soothing meditative tunes playing over the speakers, setting up for an extended massage, and she never thought that she'd see the lovely catfox again so soon. Linnea came swishing forth, the red paintbrush-tip of her black tail wagging all about as she grinned at the flustered leopardess.

"You know, Mahiri. Light all the candles you want, your scent is still obvious."

"Unnngh, is it that bad?" the cat fussed, biting her lip.

"Bad?" Linnea shook her head. "That's not the word I'd use for it. More like ... delicious. Tempting. Arousing. I could feel your need the moment I stepped into the room. And it's doing things to me."

She nodded downwards, though whatever she was indicating was mostly covered by her own robe. Though before moving on, she did make sure to see if the cat was on the same page. She winked in Mahiri's direction.

"I hope I'm not overstepping. I know we've been ... looking, for a while. You know." Linnea softly laughed. "Winking, smirking, exchanging in some good old workplace sexual tension. Maybe we've never actually said it, but I definitely felt something brewing ..."

Mahiri was still fighting down the urge to snarl for how horny she was feeling, but managed to show her teeth in a grin instead.

"God. You have no idea how happy I am to see you right now. I couldn't have asked for someone better to help me out with this heat. Just, um. I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be a lot when I'm like this ..."

It was Linnea's turn to grin.

"Oh, I want to see it all. I honestly don't know that I've felt like this before. I kind of want to just ... pounce someone. And go wild." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's mildly concerning. Like a heat of my own, but more of a ... toppish one. You know? A rut, perhaps."

"Mmmm ... mmhmmm ..." Mahiri could barely even communicate anymore, shrugging off her robe. She was still clothed beneath it, but not for long, setting to stripping herself before Linnea had even closed the door behind her. That contract was as good as sealed.

She'd never actually seen the tigerfox in the nude until that moment. And she got more than she was expecting. More than she could ever hope for. A shuffling of fabric later, forgoing the striptease in favour of being naked faster, and Linnea gave the leopard an eyeful of that hefty gear she'd been lugging around all this time. Not one, but two firming sheaths rested atop a pleasantly plump pair of nuts, swelling and pumping with rising pressure. Even more eye-catching was the bright, reflective surface of those thickening flares pushing forth, filling out, stretching, widening ... Mahiri was in love. She forgot what she was even doing, freezing like a statue, her jaws agape, her eyes gleaming. Two fat, red horsedicks, decorated with a line of stimulating piercings, seeming almost to glow beneath the lights, thickening for every moment Linnea spent looking over the mostly-naked cat. It took a full minute of cock-awe before Mahiri actually remembered to finish stripping down.

That meant stripping from her bottoms, peeling those soaked panties from her pussy and sliding down her drenched inner thighs, releasing her pheromone-rich scent to the world. Linnea's reaction was immediate, her dicks giving a sturdy thump, jumping upwards as that spasm of pleasure and desire passed through the hybrid's entire body. Her tail twitched and flagged briefly, and she locked her teeth together in a temporary snarl before just licking over her lips to keep from drooling on her own tits. She could have fucked that cat in the dark for the scent she was putting off, bathing the room that lust-drenched feminine aroma. But more potent than that was Linnea's own, wafting from her fur, her balls, her bare dicks, steaming up the air with her heated arousal, hitting Mahiri in the senses with the wall of horny hybrid musk swimming towards her. The cat almost creamed herself right there just to take one single sniff, her teeth briefly forming into a horny snarl before an intensely aroused smile started spreading across her face.

"Unnnh, Linnea, you smell goooood ..." she huffed, slightly whining her words, scrunching up her face as the strain of lust overwhelmed her.

"So do you, spots." Linnea cast the last of her clothing aside, not bothering to carefully fold it. Then it was all a matter of stroking her cocks, helping them fill to their full size, thumping up near her breasts when they tensed and flexed with her bodily contractions of desire. Then she beckoned. "Want a taste?"

Where before Mahiri had been thinking about pouncing someone, about growling in their face and getting bitey until she got exactly what she so badly needed, it all changed at that simple offer. She could barely even walk, her knees wobbling beneath as she swished her way to where Linnea stood tall above her, the individual veins on her dick bulging with every pulse of her heart. Mahiri was ravenous for those cocks, for that perfect pair, sinking to her knees the moment she stood before Linnea just so she could get her tongue on that tigerfox as quickly as possible. She hardly chose a spot, just letting her face press up firm against wherever she ended up, smothering her muzzle in the hybrid's heavy nuts. A hard lick and a long, deep, head-spinning snurrrrrf assaulted her senses with that hybrid musk, part canine, part feline, and entirely potent, mouth-watering, and doubtlessly worthy of worship as she indulged herself deeper in that heady aroma. Linnea had hardly been alone with Mahiri for a minute, and already she was getting her balls sniffed and licked, slathered with kitty spit as the leopard worked her sandpaper slurper over every detail of those hanging breeder-nuts, working them to a tingly sheen as she savoured the flavour clinging to Linnea's fur.

Moans mixed with leopard noise, mrowling, huffing, gasping, even seeming to growl a little, a more forceful purr as she worked on tasting every detail of Linnea's impressive set. First her tongue, and then her lips, wrapping them around one fat nut at a time, sucking the slight sheen of the day's sweet free, richly coating her mouth and tongue with tigervixen musk, where it stayed. But she had more to tend to, and she rose higher, taking on a squat rather than a kneel as she lifted her tail high and arched her back to project herself upwards along the surface of Linnea's lower cock. Working along its underside, Mahiri slurped slowly, firmly, mashing her tongue against the skin to make sure she utilized every single angle, every single detail of that scritchty organ, pleasantly tingling but never scraping as she went. She could feel the tremors, those little trembles and twitches that told her she was doing a good job. Her reward was the potent flavour intoxicating her lick by lick, compelling her to drool all over Linnea's fat dick, shining and slicking it up as she ascended to the tip, standing on the very tips of her toes just to make sure she got full access to that pre-slicked head. That was the perfect place to put her tongue.

The first sample nearly knocked her off her feet. That was some thick, viscous pre-spunk, a great fat gob formed to coat the catvixen's cumslit. Licking it clean was like indulging in the most decadent of desserts, leaving Mahiri to emit a muffled moan, her lips sealed tight as she sloshed that flavour around in her mouth, pressing her tongue to every corner of her palate just to ensure she got the most of that rich divine treat. Then she loudly gulped, drinking those juices straight down, her pussy audibly clenching as she deeply drenched herself in her own oozing inner need. It was one thing to be in heat. This was something greater than that, inspired by that first intoxicating swallow. And of course there was more for her. More to lick, more to drink, leaving her lapping it up straight from the tap, her cunt squelching with her desperate rocking back and forth as she polished the tip of Linnea's shaft, feasting upon all that mess trickling from within. It would have been enough to serve as a decent cumshot, smearing and marking Mahiri's cheeks as she immersed herself in that olfactory ecstasy. But of course, needs were needs, and licking Linnea's cock wasn't going to satisfy either of them forever. It was the tigerfox who spoke first.

"Mmm, my. Don't worry, lep. I'll make sure you get plenty of tasting time later. But don't keep me waiting for that pussy. Why don't you get up on the table and I'll take it from there?"

It was even better that she didn't even have to direct the hybrid to give her what her body craved. She was particularly cattish, even aggressive when she was in heat sometimes - but only because it was so frustrating to have people test her patience, to just take too damn long to satisfy her. There was no need to worry about such a thing when she was with Linnea. Without a word, she stretched out on her own massage table, naked, dripping, trailing a layer of heated juices as she slipped across the surface and spread her thighs wide, offering her the overflowing well that was her pussy to thick-dicked, double-hung hybrid beauty. Submitting before the might and girth of those pulsing twins was a little intimidating, for certain, but Mahiri hardly cared. She was gushing, soaking, lubricated to the point she felt she probably could have taken a whole arm in her cunt by then, juices pouring over those swollen lips, streaming down her inner thighs, matting her creamy white fur, carrying the very scent that had so enticed Linnea in the first place. It was her turn to taste.

Linnea might have been only part feline, but she still sported that salaciously stimulating tongue with which to slurp the spotty cat. And she knew how to use it. She picked out her favourite spots on Mahiri's inner thighs, and then slapped her palms down flat right there, bracing herself to dive in head-first to that overfilled pool of lusty juices that was the kitty's pussy. Nuzzling her nose against Mahiri's clit, she dragged her tongue across the entire soaking surface of that plump cunt, lapping away the flavours, the juices accumulated there. There was enough of a mess to guzzle, leaving her feasting upon the feline's pheromones while Mahiri did her best not to scream. It was quickly a losing effort, her leopard noises slipping out in the form of some breathy rumbles and extended rowwwwls, leaving her writhing upon her own massage with increasingly erratic kicks and twitches. She couldn't take it, couldn't possibly hold still or keep silent with that textured tongue working over her every sensitive detail, leaving her clenching, contracting, coming perilously close to squirting right in Linnea's face. Especially once that catfox so deeply penetrated her.

It was a matter of lunging forth, shoving her tongue inside all at once, shocking the cat with a rush of pleasure so intense Mahiri didn't even manage a roar. She just sort of rasped, sounding like she somehow got the wind knocked out of her from euphoria alone, letting Linnea plunge deep into her juicy folds and mop up every drop of flowing lady-juices waiting for her there. The tigervixen spared nothing for subtlety, or for mercy. She pumped her tongue back and forth, fucking that horny kitten's pussy until Mahiri was curling her toes, arching her back, stretching her jaws wide open with a silent snarl, flashing her teeth but managing nothing more than her own shaky breathing for sound. The spoiled cat lashed her tail against the table and let that hybrid eat her out, holding onto her heated peak, feeling it building in her muscles, tensing, tightening, gripping tightly around that slurper until Linnea finally wrenched it free from those clamping depths. A mist of juices went flinging into the air, raining down onto her face and Mahiri's bare belly. Linnea left that mess clinging to her muzzle a while, not even bothering to lick it clean. Instead, she pressed her nose right in between those sopping folds and took a long, deep_sniffff_ of that potent feline scent, sucking down the pheromones Mahiri was pumping out, letting them fuel her own rut and keep those double cocks engorged.

"Hhhf. You smell horny, little miss leopardess. I probably shouldn't keep you waiting any longer. That just seems cruel."

"Rrrrrrggh ... nnnnnhh ..." was the extent of the leopard's response.

"I thought so. Now ..."

Linnea interrupted herself to bite her own tongue gently, doing her best to hold down the feral needs that threatened to transform her into a beast. Her willpower didn't last. A keen eye would have noticed the how her muscles tensed, how her eyes blazed with the urge to fuck and breed, that instinctual drive overpowering her until she just had no choice but to obey. A sudden pounce made the kitty squeal, finding herself suddenly pinned down beneath the much bigger hybrid. Linnea hardly even thought about what she was doing. She clutched Mahiri by the hips, wrenched those thighs up and let them wrap snugly around her waist, securing her in place atop the needy cat as if they'd been strapped to each other. Then it was a matter of seizing the leopard's wrists, forcefully pinning her as if she expected her to get away. That wasn't reason talking. It was pure, concentrated instinct, inspired by the cocktail of scents working through her sensitive nose, getting right into her brain. She growled down at the captive cat, holding her in place as she glossed the lower of her two members along the leopard's sex, slicking herself up for the rutting and ravaging to come.

Of course it took a little pressure. Linnea wasn't forceful, but she wasn't exactly patient either. She stretched that cat out with the thick flare of her first dick, pushing those folds open, making the feline whine and wriggle. That didn't exactly help, and she simply refused to relax, clenching, squeezing, making it slow, grinding, humping process to finally loosen her up enough to take at least one of those big fat horse dicks. A thump, a thrust, and finally there came that schlick of a perfect stretch, spreading Mahiri wide open to accommodate that slab of pulsing catfox meat. The leopardess' shrill cries stayed a constant, emitting from her for every inch that sunk inside, bulging in her creamy white belly, making her tighten up around that pierced cock until she was quivering from head to toe. That included her insides, ensuring Linnea still got the massage she booked, in the form of the leopard's soaking depths squeezing all around her dick, kneading deeply, making her pause in the middle of penetrating her to just savour in the feeling of that eager kitten hugging up tight around those first few inches. But there were plenty more to go, and Linnea wasn't stopping until she could slap her nuts against that soft feline.

Her other shaft slipped along Mahiri's belly as she stuffed her, pressing against the bulge of the first. For all the noise she was making, the leopard was incredibly elastic, accepting that potent girth without any sort of struggle. It just took time to properly loosen her, to line her up just right for a proper fuck. It'd been a minute or two just shoving inside, and they were hardly even having sex just yet. Certainly not mating. It wasn't until Linnea sank past that medial ring with a little pop, jumping past the resistance of Mahiri's contracting pussy, that she finally halted. That was plenty. It would have taken a lot more to even nudge her swelling knot against the big cat's cunt. Her dick pushed tight against that taut inner ring, kissing the entrance to the leopard's fertile womb, all without any sort of complaint from the cat but for the usual mrowling and vibrating. Linnea took a moment to tilt her head down and stare into those shiny green eyes, exchanging meaningful glances. They didn't need to say it. Both of them know that they were flirting with danger, with the distinct possibility that Mahiri was going to end up pregnant if they kept going like that in the middle of her heat. A single drop probably would have done it. Hell, Linnea had already knocked Mahiri up, leaking fat gobs of precum into that drippy pussy as she was. But that wasn't nearly satisfying enough. If she was going to breed with the leopardess, she was going to make completely, absolutely certain her seed took.

Linnea's grip never wavered. She held that cat down, using her superior size and strength to ensure Mahiri wasn't going anywhere until she was done fucking her full of hybrid cum. It started with a single thrust, a slow, hip-rolling thud down into the soft leopardess. That was enough to milk some juices out of her, sending them splashing over her thighs, her hips. Linnea was frotting against herself, rubbing her top cock against the cat's soft belly fur as she thumped the other deep inside, shaking that sturdy massage table with the force of taking Mahiri. Neither of them worried about it collapsing. That reinforced bit of massage furniture had held some particularly large clients in the past. Though it would be a test of its durability, and of Mahiri's own to endure that rising pace, that steady, sloppy fuck that hammered her full of bright red dick, internally massaging her with those many bulging veins. Such silly sounds escaped the leopardess as gripped Linnea between her thighs, holding on tight and yowling, screeching, mewling right up into the tigerfox's face. Meanwhile, the hybrid just grunted, growled, clenching her teeth together as she lost herself in the primal pleasure of mating with such a fine, supple feline like Mahiri.

The squelching smooch of dick to cervix rang out with a distinct sucking sound as Linnea pounded forth and used that pussy for a sleeve. She didn't hold back. Her whole black and red body went rolling, lunging, pounding forth to fuck her like something between animal and machine. Linnea certainly followed an unrelenting rhythm, playing a rapid-fire percussion line against Mahiri's thighs, slapping down against her body, watching that bulge travel up and down in that stretched belly. No matter how hard she fucked the cat, Mahiri never whined, never told her to slow down. Her constant noise was wordless encouragement, or even demand to go harder, faster, to pour every ounce of strength into demolishing that heated leopardess. She could feel the cat trembling around her, tensing, Mahiri's whole body tightening up to hold her within as if never to let go. The thick, viscous mess streaming down over the curves of the leopard's hips slopped about with every stroke, serving as ample lube to keep pounding, keep plunging, keep stuffing her full until Linnea was starting to push past that ring of resistance that led to that waiting womb. A sweating, panting, drooling peak came over her, rising, warming, making her lift and twitch her tail as she fucked that cat. If she wanted to pull out before it was too late, before she knocked that sweet spotty girl up, the window was rapidly closing. Seconds counted town along with the rapid beating of her heart.

A sudden twitch, a sudden grip of pussy walls around her dick made up Linnea's mind for her. Mahiri was cumming for her, going off like a shaky rocket, quivering her way through a series of rapid contractions that milked and pumped at the hybrid's cock, holding it firmly within her, almost seeming to be trying to tug it deeper. And she gushed. She squirted, splashed, soaked them both in a heavy, high-pressure jet of femcum, squirting out around the shape of Linnea's fat dick while she made some sort of high-pitched cat scream. It certainly was no roar, but that constant pressure of her clamping insides was mighty enough all its own. Linnea looked the leopard over, up and down, scanning her curves, her tits, her spots, her lovely scrunched-up face frozen in an expression of orgasm, and that was when she truly gave in to that instinct. The thick aroma projecting from the horny feline was a scream of need, a breathable demand to breed and impregnate her, and so that was exactly what the catvixen was going to do.

One more lunge, and she pushed deep into the noisy leopard's womb, feeling the warmth, the scorching need as if it were a tangible energy, empowering her, inspiring her. Those two massive dicks pumped, twitched, bulged, and flared out in sync, Linnea's balls working overtime as she let that pleasure seize her. It possessed her like a spirit, lighting her every nerve ablaze until she couldn't help but give a cry of her own. She kept it deep in her throat, growling to the leopardess as she finally went over the edge. A flex of her tailbase, her ass, her own pussy, and then that ecstasy went shooting up her twin shafts, leaving her to splatter the leopard's womb and face alike with impossibly thick jizz. She creamed that cat full in seconds, her own spunk splashing back against her dick as she swelled that taut white belly, painting Mahiri's features, matting down her hair, making her face vanish beneath a blanket of steaming hot white tigerfox seed. Mahiri left her mouth open, her tongue taking a full load of cum, the rest trickling over her cheeks and soaking into her body. It ran over the edge of the table, slopped down to the floor, splashed off in all directions until there were light flecks of musky mess clinging to the walls of her room. And Linnea wasn't nearly done with her, locked up tight in jaw-clenching, eye-rolling, tail-wagging climax for second after second, rolling into full minutes spent fucking that soft cat full of hybrid spunk, filling her so thoroughly there wasn't any possible way she hadn't impregnated her. But that was only the start of claiming that needy kitty. Linnea had so much more to give.

She wasn't just going to lie on top of Mahiri and cum inside her the whole time. Once the leopard's belly was swollen and sloshing to the point it served as a preview of what she might look like knocked up with twins - or maybe triplets - the catfox pulled back and started fucking her spunk straight into that fertile womb. That meant penetrating it over and over, making the cat quiver and mewl, when she wasn't just gurgling. Linnea's top cock was still hosing her down all the while, rigidly expanding with every flex of her extended orgasm. The bottom of the two stayed buried within Mahiri, pumping cum right out of her pussy with schlucking splashes every time she thrust back inside. She made the spotty cat a fountain, burying her beneath a drenching layer of pure, concentrated musk as she shot her endless load over that pretty feline. There were hardly any spots left visible as the rich jizz pooled upon the table, the floor, coating the walls, the ceiling, shooting out as the tigerfox cum-fucked that stuffed cat, setting her off again, making her squirt a comparatively tiny mess as she jumped to climax all over again without even building to it. Mahiri wasn't in control of her own body anymore, forced to experience bliss and confusion all at once, a dazed feeling settling over her like a dark cloud as afterglow blended into climax, leaving her as tingly as she was numb. She lay listening to the splorches and smacks that were the result of Linnea's devastating orgasm milking out for minute after minute.

It finally ended in a steaming haze. The heat in the room was nearly choking, and the scents were rich with sex and cum. Musk overpowered even the most potent of Mahiri's pheromones, sinking deep into her skin, marking her hide, panting her spots, leaving her utterly coated with an enduring layer of tigervixen scent that wasn't likely to wash off anytime soon. Maybe she'd never smell like a leopard again. Mahiri figured she'd be alright with that. Not that she was doing much thinking at that point. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, her tongue flopped out as she drooled. Even her purrs were shaky, interrupted by the occasional silly little giggle as if she'd been fucked completely stupid. The extended squelch of pulling out of her echoed from wall to wall as Linnea relaxed at last. Getting her flare free of that still-tight pussy made for the loudest SCHLURP of all. The foolishly salivating feline giggled a little more when she heard that, and didn't do much else. She wasn't moving, but she was breathing, and not in any apparent pain. Cum flowed steadily from her overstuffed womb, waterfalling between her thighs as the hybrid hopped to her feet and stroked over the well-bred cat. She couldn't keep her hands off that creamy tummy, kneading into the sloshing shape of that spunk-stuffed gut, squeezing just a little more jizz out of Mahiri's stretched cunt in the process.

"Mruhhhh ..." came the leopard's groan. That was all Linnea was getting out of her for a while.

"A pretty good start, hm?" Linnea teased, even as she splashed through a puddle of her own cum. She was panting a little, but for the most part hardly any worse for wear, even after fucking the cat straight to oblivion. "We still have time left. You won't kick me out before my appointment's done, will you?"

The leopard swallowed some air, licked her lips, and wiped her face with the back of her wrist. It all took some serious, shaking effort, but she managed.

"Are you still ... unnf, fuck ... still horny?"

She said it was a mix of disbelief and awe alike, staring over at those bright red cocks as Linnea stroked them. Their colour was partly concealed by the spunk clinging to their lengths, but watching them firm up against if she hadn't just flooded the room in jizz was a sight for Mahiri to truly marvel at. She tried to sit up, but she could hardly rise. Linnea helped her, squeezing her on the shoulders, giving a brief massage of her own to help the semi-ruined feline relax.

"Don't worry, Mahiri. I'll give your cute pussy a rest for now. Roll over, please."

Linnea had to assist the leopardess in getting on her belly. Such a position put pressure on that stuffed gut to the point she was squirting again, the hose of catfox cum hitting the door clean across the room. It was running beneath the doorframe soon enough, slowly flowing into the hall beyond to alert passers-by of what was going on in there. If the noises weren't already enough. Mahiri managed to crawl herself to a position that was comfortable, with her ass in the air and her tail swishing, her tits planted on the massage table as Linnea strolled around in front of her. That left the leopard confronted with the imposing girth of those double spires, staring straight down the cumslits as they oozed pre as thick enough to fill a shotglass with every single flex and spurt. Just being in their vicinity meant the scent was getting thicker in the cat's nose. That sense might have been going slightly dull for the sheer overstimulation, but she could still take a deep breath through her nostrils and suck in a mind-searing, eye-watering, thought-clouding dosage of concentrated aphrodisiac musk. It was enough to make her cross her eyes a moment, needing several seconds just to remember how to see, blanking her out and putting her under in a haze of delight and desire. She didn't need to be told what to do next.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Linnea cooed as she felt the touch of that warm, wet tongue on her dick. "There's a whole lot to clean up, you know. But I'm sure you can handle it."

Soon the leopard was sampling her own flavour right along with the hybrid's, imprinting that taste upon her tongue as she slathered up the cum-streaked dick before her. There was already plenty sloshing in her womb, but her belly was empty, leaving her to gorge herself upon that clinging spunk, swallowing it down to make her even warmer, inside and out. The both of them were sweating together, perspiration cascading down their hides, leaving their fur gleaming under the lights. Their sheer body heat combined to transform the room into a musk-heavy sauna. There wasn't a single trace of leopard left in every heaving whiff. Linnea had claimed Mahiri's room as her territory - and the cat herself too. She didn't get any complaints from the rosette-wearing feline, who was busy working up and down to polish and worship that sleek spire with the utmost of adoration. Her eyes might have dimmed with the weight that musk laid upon her mind, but Mahiri knew where she belonged, and that was licking that tigerfox cock until her tongue went numb.

"Hmf. You're as good with that tongue as you are with those magic fingers of yours, Mahiri. But I want more. And I know you do too." Linnea spoke with her hands on her hips at first, soaking in all the attention, but soon she gripped herself to direct her dick right atop the leopard's muzzle.

A whump of flesh to flesh shook Mahiri out of that daze. Slightly, anyway. She was still near to breaking, barely hanging onto her own consciousness, nevermind coherence. Linnea rubbed her top cock along the bridge of the leopard's nose, slowly working to her lips, letting her kiss against that flare. That dick might not have been nearly as coated in the remnants of their mating and breeding, but it was still a dripping mess, the tip soaked with a mix of cum and pre. Soon the leopard's saliva was blending in with all that, drooled over that flared head until Linnea jabbed forth once more. Mahiri's jaws could stretch wide for yawns and roars alike. The tigerfox was certain the cat could handle her, confidently pushing forth to expand the leopard's maw around her shaft, plunging towards her open gullet. For an experienced leopardess like Mahiri, a gag reflex was a thing of the past. She closed her eyes and started to swallow, letting that fat, throat-stuffing hybrid dick bulge her neckfur, those piercings popping over her bottom lip, sliding along her tongue, adding to the stimulation that came with sucking just one of Linnea's big fat knotted equine cocks. The other slipped beneath, sliding against that growing outline in Mahiri's throat, eventually settling snug between the cat's plush breasts so Linnea could titfuck and facefuck her all at once.

"There you gooo .. go ahead and suck all you like, spottygirl. This is your treat."

Such teasing was hardly necessary. There wasn't much sucking Mahiri could do once the hybrid really got to moving. A smooth slide in and out became a rougher plunge, pumping down that supple throat, using the kitty's muzzle like any other hole to fuck. Linnea couldn't help herself. She might have completely wiped out Mahiri's pheromonal scent, drenching the room in her own distinct musk, but that didn't mean it had stopped working on her. Those instincts remained primed, firing deep inside, compelling her to see if she could break that lovely cat. A particularly potent burst of aggression ran through her, lighting up her adrenaline gland, making her lock her teeth together and growl as she made a grab at Mahiri's hair. Taking a deep grip of those crimson locks, she pressed her fingers to the leopard's scalp as she rutted her dick straight down that warm throat, feeling the desperate gulping all around her buried inches. Another greedy snatch let her seize hold of that twitching, flagging tail, gripping it like a handle to help keep the cat in place while she mashed up into her face. She kept pushing until she was knot-deep in Mahiri's muzzle, kissing that engorged bulb up against the cat's soft lips, plapping it to the dull side of her teeth. A little more, and maybe she could have tied with that leopard's mouth, but that would have been too risky. Instead, Linnea was content to yank herself back and then step into another thrust, and another, jiggling those tits around her bottom dick as she shoved straight down Mahiri's rippling gullet.

That swishing, spotty tail told Linnea that she hadn't gone too far, hadn't been too rough. There was just enough room to gasp between those throat-swapping thrusts, ensuring Mahiri stayed conscious for as long as she could. It didn't have to be a marathon. The velvety embrace of the feline's cleavage massaging around one cock and her swallowing around the other mixed up into a cocktail of pleasure that was simply irresistible. And then there were those purrs, mmf! Linnea felt those rumbles working over both her shafts, vibrating from deep in the leopard's chest. The stimulation left her pumping, left her medial ring expanding, her balls tightening, tail going stiff and twitching along with the rest of her stiffening body. She dug her toes into the floor, carving into the soaked carpet with her claws, and tugged hard on the soft hair between her hands, wrapping her fingers around the leopard's skull as she felt her nuts giving those telltale flexes, the rush of orgasm flooding through her nerves all over again.

The best Mahiri could give for a comment was to glurk loudly around the cock in her throat as she got plastered with that paste-thick spunk. She had no choice but to gorge herself upon it, swallowing it straight to her belly until she was swelling further, her middle sagging down to press against the table. That leopard bloated to a rounded shape, ballooning until she was overflowing, catvixen cum pouring down her chin, even filling her nose as her gut got stretched with the steaming hot load of cream. It wasn't getting bred, but swallowing down that hot treat was every bit as satisfying as getting knocked up, leaving her sucking and slurping, doing her very best to drink every drop that would fit inside her body, no matter how much of a sloppy mess she made. It couldn't have been any more excessive than the shots Linnea milked out between the kitty's tits, shooting them straight down between those spotty thighs, leaving Mahiri to slip and slide back and forth atop the table in the growing pool. Steam rose from the jizz cascading down the sides of that thoroughly painted massage table, while Linnea finally pulled out just in time to leave the leopard gasping and coughing, splashing around in the flood of seed beneath her.

"Still ... nnnnh ... still not time yet," Linnea insisted, her cocks still flexing and firing off shot after shot even as she stood above the cat, idly cumming on her back. There was hardly a rosette left visible beneath the heavy coating of white. She made sure of it.

The leopard managed to cough, to squirm and try to raise herself up, only to splat back down on her tits and belly as she slipped in all that cream. She was sprawled out, soaked to the skin, or perhaps the bones by then, but her tail remained flagged and swaying despite it all. Linnea had one good look over her, that curvy cat all basted and marinated in musky hybrid spunk. That was enough to make her cocks twitch again, even while she was still cumming, shooting out a few more ropes as she went skating along the sodden floor to slip up behind that spotty booty. After a good whap of that thick ass, she clutched the base of her twin cocks, kneading at her knot, pointing her tips towards her targets. Both of them. That meant finishing off her orgasm with a hosing over the leopard's rump, painting those cheeks, and that tight hole, along with the folds of her stretched and rutted pussy. There was cum flowing from both holes by then - some of it from that massive creampie that had almost certainly bred the leopard, and the rest from the excess in Mahiri's belly, the pressure of flopping down squeezing it out little by little. Such an excess of natural lubricant suited Linnea's intent perfectly.

"Just relax, Mahiri. I know you must be tired. Just let me have my way, and I'll make you feel good. Every inch of you."

From her tone, it might have sounded like Linnea had calmed herself and come down from that instinctual high. She spoke almost as if she were about to give a massage, not a sloppy-seconds double-dicking. But her actions were much less soothing than that, starting with a blunt thrust forth, spurting onto those wobbling cheeks as she thumped that ass with her top dick. It wasn't that she was off the mark so much as she wasn't even aiming for anything, just thrusting and humping the cat while her extended second orgasm finally slowed. By the gushes and squirts pouring over those tempting holes. Another prod, a nudge, a hump, and she got a little leverage on that pussy. She held on tight to the leopard's hips, making sure Mahiri didn't slide right off that table with all her squirming, keeping her in place so she could finally apply enough pressure to stuff that cat and fuck her pussy and ass all at once. Creamed though she might have been, her throat all clogged with cum, the leopardess still managed a good, extended yowwllll as she got stretched and filled, cum sloshing out around Linnea's dicks as she sunk them deep inside.

"This time ... all the way ..." Linnea puffed, her composure finally breaking as she luxuriated in the feeling of fucking the cat with both of those imposing spires.

The catfox plunged her way to the base of her cocks, letting those swollen bulbs slap up hard against Mahiri's backside. The impact wobbled through the cat's wrecked form, jiggling her cum-covered tits, milking a gurgling mewl out of her. The leopard was drooling cum, long strands hanging from her chin and outstretched tongue as she panted like a dog, sweating, dripping, her hair stuck to her face by the glue-like layers of hybrid seed clinging to her every single inch. She could take it. Good thing, too. Linnea definitely wasn't stopping. She let instinct and sensation fuel her, guide her, that mix of canine and feline urges blending up inside her to leave her sizzling with desires. It didn't matter if she'd painted and flooded the entire room. She needed to fuck that cat, with all her might, until Mahiri didn't even know how to yowl anymore. Soon she was thudding those fat knots up against the kitty's passages, rutting her every inch of veiny, bulging, piercing-topped dicks in and out of those ravaged holes, clutching Mahiri tightly to keep from knocking her away with every booty-bouncing THUD she drummed down on that cat while she fucked her towards complete ruination.

Linnea had only just then stopped cumming, but that didn't make Mahiri any less bloated. Her belly was a cushion as she slipped and slopped in accumulated cum, her ass and pussy alike working hard to clamp down like a vise upon those many inches. Maybe she was cumming too, or maybe she was just locked in some strange state of perpetual near-orgasm, trapped in a peak that got her noisier and noisier once she'd properly cleared her throat. Shrieking, growling, snarling, screaming - she didn't care one bit for who they might have disturbed in the process of demolishing that cozy little room. The candles had long since been doused by the flinging juices of their fucking, smoke rising from their stubs to mix in with the steamy haze hanging over that massage room turned musk-sauna. Pure, concentrated tigerfox pheromones ravaged Mahiri's senses, leaving her wetter, tighter, clenching, kneading, wanting nothing more than to be knotted and filled by those two bluntly throbbing cocks. It didn't matter if she'd already been bred and bloated. She needed more, needed everything Linnea could give her, and her constant feline wailing said that better than she ever could in words. The hybrid might have been in complete physical control of the heated leopardess, but she still didn't dare slow her brutal pace for a moment, inexhaustibly plowing a tight butt and hot cat cunt all at once to ensure she completely satisfied the big cat. A proper heat demanded nothing less.

"Just ... brace yourself, kitten. This is going to take some force," Linnea warned.

Mahiri's response was to just turn her head and snarl back at the hybrid like she'd gone completely feral. Linnea had enough cat in her to know what to do about that. She laid herself over that painted back, squishing tits to cum-covered shoulders, and locked her teeth right around the loose scruff of the leopardess' neck. That got Mahiri wriggling at first, violently thrashing as that mating bite activated all sorts of instincts inside her. After that, she sighed, and sunk down, effectively subdued. She was all Linnea's. As if that wasn't already obvious. The catfox was free to rut and ram, plowing into the cat over and over, hammering her with those two engorged knots. They were bigger than Mahiri's clenched fists. The leopard pounded at the table at first, enduring that stretching, that slamming, until she just started clawing. She didn't care how destructive she got. Surely the boss would understand how things got when feline heat was involved. The sound of claws dragging and shredded was barely audible over that extra-juicy plapping as Linnea worked to knot the leopardess, to truly, utterly claim her and ensure they were locked together for a good long while. The tigerfox bit down harder on that scruff, nearly breaking the skin as she felt those holes expanding just to accommodate those big fat bulbs. Her words were naturally muffled with her mouth busy like that.

"Fuck yes ... almost there, cat. Take it, take it all. You're not getting away now ... "

All her weight, all her strength went into one more big, cataclysmic thrust. Mahiri managed to squeeze a few more yowls out, even with those teeth locked tight around the back of her neck. The rest was just broken whimpering as those knots finally jammed inside her, stretching her, bulging her, making her clench down with every single ounce of strength those internal muscles could manage. Linnea proclaimed her triumph with another torrent of cum, sealing it all inside with the solid shape of her fat knots, gushing up into womb and belly alike. The leopard overflowed in seconds, her weakened cries silenced by the cum washing up her throat. It projected from her jaws, shooting out between her fangs, clogged her nostrils with the musk-bearing seed that swam inside her belly, that stretched her womb, that probably fertilized every single egg her body had. It wasn't even a question of whether she was pregnant anymore. She had to wonder how pregnant Linnea was going to leave her, and if she'd ever be anything but the tigerfox's knocked up plaything ever again. Well, she would have thought about that more if she wasn't completely blanked out on pleasure, her body convulsing in violent orgasm as the twitches of Linnea's cum-pumping cocks setting her off over and over. Mahiri had no idea if she was having one long climax, or perhaps several dozen in the span of getting treated like a living condom, feeling herself stretch, expand, and wobble with the obscene amount of paste-thick nut-sludge churned up hot and fresh from Linnea's perfectly plump, severely swollen balls.

Mahiri's limit turned out not to be capacity, but pleasure. She simply couldn't feel any better. One more toss of her head, her mussed hair fluttering about, dripping gobs of spunk, and her eyes rolled right back as she reached the point of blank and broken. Her dumb, drooly smile spoke of no higher thought as she sank down with a splorch into the puddle of freshly-churned seed running over the edge of her own table. It had withstood the roughness, at least, though not without acquiring some claw marks. Linnea wrapped her arms around the feline, rolling to one side to help alleviate the pressure on the leopard's massively swollen belly, looking somewhere beyond pregnant, like she was already carrying an entire litter. A few concerning twitches ran through the ruined feline's body. But she was surely fine. Her rumbles were still working, albeit weakly, coming out instinctively even as she wavered in and out of consciousness. She was just going to have to get used to that pleasure, even after the initial explosion of foxcat cum slowed to a steady gush every time Linnea's body tensed. They were going to be tied together for as long as it took Linnea to soften. And pressing up close to a soft, cum-marked, scent-claimed husk of a thoroughly impregnated cat like Mahiri, that was quite possibly going to be a long, long while.

They simmered in that scent, that nostril-flaring, mind-altering, room-staining tigerfox musk. It was part of Mahiri now. As was that potent seed, already working to satisfy that breeding instinct a dozen times over. She could rest easy in the stripey vulpine's embrace, pushing thoughts of cleanup out of her mind. Linnea stroked through those dark locks as she held the cat, finding the dye running to reveal the black strands beneath.

"There you go, Mahiri. I hope that helps with your heat situation," she teased, knowing full well she'd done a good job. "We're of course going to do this again, hmm?"

It was hardly a question. Of course they were. Just because she'd fucked the leopard pregnant didn't mean she was done with her. Just to confirm, Mahiri made a faint 'rrr' of acknowledgement before drifting back into her broken, stupid, dreamy state. Everything was right in Mahiri's world, and she was ready for a nap, safely aloft on the raft of her massage table amid a sea of steaming hybrid spunk. Though she was probably going to need a good rubdown of her own once she was awake, after a harsh, feral rutting like that, just to work the kinks out of her muscles. And Linnea would be happy to provide it, whenever she needed, while the sultry leopardess swelled up with their offspring. She couldn't wait to see the kitty grow.