Malibu's Star Power
Malibu the pumavix taur finds ways to keep herself occupied after her meeting is delayed.
Malibu's Star Power
By Danath
Freebies Stream Vol. 80: Themeless Edition
Character © Maloo
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A throng of reporters caused a blinding series of flashing lights as soon as the oversized stretch limo pulled up outside SynTech Tower. The big vehicle ground to a slow halt at the base of a grand set of black stone stairs. The electric vehicle's wheels tripled in the front and back, each one nearly as tall as the crowd of mostly average-sized reporters. A massive door popped free of the side of the vehicle and stuck out several inches before the entire door slid to the side, revealing the darkened interior. The crowd of paparazzi pressed forward, but a half-dozen beefy, muscular canine taurs kept the flashing cameras and microphones at bay.
"Malibu! Malibu, is it true that you dumped Tod 'the Tod' Johnson because he couldn't keep up?"
"Malibu, when is your new clothing line going to be announced?"
"Is it true you're filming an independent movie? Our viewers want to know!"
A thick-set black and brown Rottie-taur grunted as he felt cameras jabbing at his shoulders and arms as the photogs tried to take pictures of limo around his large body, which, along with the rest of the security squad, he turned sideways to reinforce the line. All of the SynTech security officers wore matching uniforms - sleeveless stretchy top, various straps holding equipment in place around their upper hips, and ear pieces tucked away to listen to comms. All were muscular, though the canines with the short coats showed it best in the gleaming flashes of the cameras. The muscular canines wore nothing on their lower taur halves - regulations considered it a tripping hazard - so all six fabulously round, heavy pairs of balls and thick, full sheaths were on full display as well. Several snarled or growled as they shoved at the insistent crowd, but by bracing their four powerful legs they were able to open a path forward.
The Rottweiler lifted his wrist to his muzzle and spoke into the wristband nestled into his black and brown forearm.
"Big Coco has landed, entering building now."
Blinding flashes of light grew even stronger, going off fast enough to solidly illuminate the imposing bulk of the seven-foot-tall, eight-foot-long cougartaur within. The feline's front paws slipped over the side of the stretch limo towards the ground, delicately gaining balance before the rest of her body followed. The limo was tall enough that she only needed to bend her upper torso slightly to exit, but she made the most of the opportunity. After landing on all fours, Malibu tossed her long, golden hair in an arc as she lifted her upper body straight. The cascading, silky blonde locks wung through the air as the cameras went crazy. A large, loose sheer top draped down her chest, leaving her shoulders and arms exposed. The camera flashes made it go transparent, so that each foot dropping from the vehicle sent obvious jiggles through the plump, full bosoms. The creamy white fur formed a plush bed for the pink nipples poking out from the ends of each huge teardrop, both of which together hid much of her upper belly from view. The semi-opaque top was meant to hang loose, but on Malibu's oversized torso, the fabric pulled taut around the underswells of her creamy white torso and ended before it could reach her stomach.
"Malibu! Malibu, over here!"
"Will you ever wear pants, Malibu? Would they be bell bottoms?"
"Is it true you're allergic to denim? Malibu! Malibu!"
Malibu's lower back turned gracefully into her taur half, continuing the thick pelt that spread out along her hybrid vulpine-cougar body. Malibu's long and lean front legs picked her way across the concrete as she settled into her usual strutting rhythm, looking neither to the left or right as the crowd of photographers clamored for her attention. Her hind legs swished side to side, following opposite her front legs. Her slow and graceful strut, designed to show off the celebrity's massive balls, more than did the job. Her legs sunk deep into the sides of each enormous nut, disappearing from view entirely at times as the massive, heavy orbs pressed outwards from in between them. Malibu's equally oversized sheath, full of hidden potential, dropped from her underbelly and hung down so low the tips of the hairs on the end of the plump tube scraped over the ground. The cougar-vixen's attire did nothing to hide its sheer size, and in fact, the dainty scarf tied around the taur's hips was constantly buried in the deep fluffs of thick white fur that ran along her underside between her forelegs.
"This way, Ms. Malibu!" the rottweiler in front said, before grunting as he shoved a camera back into one of the photographer's faces.
Gliding through the crowd as if she were all alone, the fashionably elegant taur held up her nose, though she couldn't disguise the excitement in her long tail - almost as long as she was. It flicked around behind her, as prehensile and agile as a feline's but incredibly soft and plush like a fox's. The black tip and white underside contrasted with the ruddy brown-red coating the rest of her body, save for her ample torso, belly, and inner thighs.
Malibu's gaze remained steadfastly forward in the face of the blinding camera flashes, though she did pause at the bottom of the steps leading up into the enormous tower building in front of her and turn around, large feet padding to the side to carry her impressively large figure. She was bigger than most of the Securitaurs forming her escort, though they, in turn, were far more muscular.
"Don't say I never did anything nice for you jerks!" she called out to the crowd, before swinging her hindquarters back around, lifting her tail, and trotting up the steps.
Furious clicking followed as the cameras lit up the dark night, following every jiggle, bounce, and slosh of the enormous balls hanging between her hind legs. Each step up the stairs caused them to squeeze into the stone, only to bounce off and swing back before audibly bouncing off the next, treating the photographers to an entire, seedy, incredibly lewd 1-2-3 of big balled poses from the pumavix.
"Right this way, Ms. Malibu."
Malibu grinned as she swept into the main lobby of the building, following the three Securitaurs walking in front of her while the other three spread out behind. She ignored the gawking looks as the various people working or passing through the enormous, marble-laden lobby recognized the taur. Malibu sniffed the air and nodded with satisfaction - she could sniff out at least a dozen people already soaking their underwear just at the sight of her enormous, oversexed body. The sheer top tickled across her nipples and she let out a sigh as she trotted along, enjoying the way her body responded by rushing the blood to the fat, plump teats until they pushed straight outwards, tenting the thin material clinging over them.
The Securitaurs led her to the bank of elevators behind the main reception desk, then into the large people-mover itself. Despite the size of the elevator cabin, the space was crowded with all seven taurs inside. Malibu didn't bother herself about it - in fact, the enormous pumavix quite enjoyed the feeling of so many muscular males crowding up around her. The Rottweiler, of course was quite thick and beefy, while the other five, made up of a lean, stringy Dalmatian, a shaggy black-furred Newfie almost as big as she was, and a trio of canines with matching shaggy, pale gold fur. They looked so close alike to each other that Malibu was sure they were triplets, and bit her lip at the thought. Between her hind legs, she could feel her enormous balls squeeze against the insides of her knees, filling what little space remained past her underbelly and fat, plump sheath.
As the elevator started upwards, Malibu's nose twitched, soaking up the varieties of musk. She turned her head, glancing at the rottie-taur's back end.
"So, uh... you fellas worked here long?" she asked.
The rottweiler nodded. "We have several years of experience, Ms. Malibu."
"Oh, please, just Malibu."
"Yes, Ms. Malibu."
The cougarfox rolled her eyes and, when the elevator bounced a little, she stumbled to the side, making sure to rub up against the Dalmatian before stumbling the other way and bumping her hindquarters into the forelegs of the trio of golden-furred canines behind her. She amused herself like that until they reached their floor a few minutes later, and noted with satisfaction the broad, heavy red lengths suddenly on display as the Securitaurs exited the elevator ahead of her.
The rottweiler cocked an ear, then paused.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Malibu, your meeting has been delayed. If you'd follow me, you can wait in here."
The cougarfox rolled her eyes again. This was typical when it came time to negotiate contracts. Malibu certainly didn't lack money, so she was picky about her projects. Bold of the SynTech execs to try this power play on her.
Well, if it was a power play they wanted...
The room into which she was led by the Securitaurs was nice, though not spectacular. As they entered, a few short otters ran out the back door carrying the last few chairs from the room, which - judging from the dents in the carpet - held a large conference table minutes before, and instead now featured several enormous mattresses covered in plush, thick blankets. Malibu grinned. She figured SynTech would have had taur-ready furniture. Tsk tsk.
The six Securitaurs waiting in the room with her stood at attention, two by either door and two off to the side in the middle. Malibu slowly paced around the room, taking her time as she swished her tail side to side, keeping the fat, full sac behind her hind legs on full display. By the time she completed her circuit, she'd gotten all three of the triplets to start panting with open muzzles, while not a full sheath remained - all six presented arms, so to speak. Malibu stretched her arms over her head and leaned her shoulders backwards, towards her long underbody, which caused her enormous chest to shove forwards. The sheer material clung to her impressive orbs as, below, the pointed, barbed tip of her red shaft bobbed between her forelegs. She wasn't even hard, really - she just relaxed a little and let a bit of swell happen. A show of force for the pups.
Though every pair of eyes in the room was on her, and she knew it, she waited for the tension to build as she slowly padded around the room. Each back leg squeezed inwards on the step up, so that as she set her large paw pads back down, she shoved her pendulous balls to the side, causing them to wrap mostly around her other leg. With the cycle repeating on the other side, the show went on until every Securitaur stood at full attention. Malibu's immense thickness lurched up and down, so heavy and fat even at the pointed tip that it scraped across the floor before bouncing off, leaving fat trails of clear, musky pre-cum. She wasn't even halfway to full arousal, not by a long shot, but anyone who wasn't a fan of her filmography might not be aware of that. Malibu's tail twisted and weaved in the air as she ran her fingers through her hair, sending her bouncing breasts to jiggling all over again. Like the pumavixen's very popular series of adult videos, R-rated movie scenes, and constant tabloid exposure, she did nothing unless she could do it to the extreme. A splurt of pungent, musky pre-cum sloshed from the barbed tip of her cock as the enormous knot filled her sheath below, forcing her hind legs to splay to the sides when swinging forward. Each movement encouraged a pungent shot of pre to dribble from the tip, though she was somehow able to avoid smearing any on herself. The tapered tip dripped far in front of her forelegs, which squeezed and rubbed to either side of the hybrid cougarfox stalk.
Malibu cocked an ear, enjoying the sounds of labored breathing and unruly panting - even a few high-pitched whines here and there as she none-too-subtly pulled the hem of her shirt down, outlining in clear detail the fat, juicy nubs hidden beneath the paper-thin weave.
"Uh, Ms. Mali-"
The pumavix's lips curled into a feisty smile as she turned towards the rottweiler, the first to speak and also, she noticed with some pleasure, the most well-hung. His dark red cock was fully knotted and drooling cups of pre as it bounced off the long, wide chest and belly of his lower body. Before he could finish saying her name, she interrupted him.
"You know, I'm just so fascinated by the work you security types do," she said, her voice dropping from its normal timbre to a deeper, sultry pitch. She padded forward, shoulders turning so as to cause maximum boobage as she approached the wide-eyed rottweiler. He wasn't the tallest of the bunch - his ears barely reached her nipples. "I just appreciate it, you know? It can be so difficult out there, and I don't know what I could say or do to thank you..."
The rottie stiffened even more when Malibu's retractable claws sifted through the short fur covering his muscular chest. His nostrils flared as she pressed in closer, until his snout disappeared halfway into her cleavage. Her top sunk in, pulling tight as she teased her claws down his ears and neck. The rottietaur's hips shivered and his tail thwapped rapidly side to side. Malibu grinned and twisted her ears around, listening to the click of twenty sets of paws approaching from all sides.
"Seeing as how I have a little time to kill due to the delayed meeting, maybe you'd allow me to repay you for all that... hmmm... hard... work..."
The rottie's eyes closed as his head sunk entirely within the soft, warm, plush confines of Malibu's cleavage. The pumavix purred as she felt paws stroke her flanks and shoulders, then slide higher, more daring by the moment. As paws groped beneath her top and tickled around her achingly full balls, the cougarvixen purred all the louder, vibrating the rottie's head as he shifted around between her orbs.
"Oooh... in that case, let's not waste any time!" Malibu gasped. Her cannon pulled back and lurched forward, releasing a pump of musky pre that sloshed across the floor and hastily-made mattress, causing the furniture to squish a bit as she backed the rottie in front of her up onto it.
With a practiced hand, Malibu's claws tickled the thickly muscled canine down and rolled him over. Malibu crouched above, legs spread to the outside of the rottweiler's upturned underbody. Her larger frame loomed over him as her immense shaft smacked down against his, rubbing and squeezing and fighting to space between them. Malibu's upper body reached well past the canine's head, keeping his muzzle planted in her cleavage up to his ears. The other five security escorts crowded around, pawing at her flanks and hips as she let out a breathy gasp.
"Oh! Such strong, handsome security guards!" she cooed. Her hind legs drew back, dragging her cannon down the rottweiler's body, between his hind legs, until the barbs pulled free of the canine's balls and splatted down onto the floor, releasing a wave of thick, clear pre-cum that splashed across the canine's exposed rump. "Now let me thank you... mmmffffhh... properly!"
The rottie's rump was as tight as Malibu hoped. His muffled whine rose higher and higher as she shoved forward, eagerly grinding her thick, pointed tip deeper into his suddenly fattening lower body. His legs stuck up around her sides as his arms wrapped around her forelegs, holding his long, outstretched body in place beneath as she felt the first few barbs, fleshy and thick and soft, squeeze inside. The cougarvixen closed her eyes and moaned as many paws groped at her chest the entire time her length thickened towards the middle, so that by the time she was halfways hilted in the squirming, clenching canine beneath her, she thought her tits would fall off from all the squeezing - not that she was one to complain.
Malibu tossed her head back and, saliva dripping from her broad tongue, took a few deep gasps. Her hindquarters slopped forward, pumping her thickness in up to the knot, which was still buried deep in her bunched-up sheath. The rottie's face fell from between her breasts, a beatific smile on his muzzle as his four legs twitched and kicked randomly.
The cougarvixen purred as she leaned down, relaxing her legs and squishing her shaft and balls against the canine's. Her massive nuts slapped against the floor just behind the rottie's overused rump, while his own balls squeezed into Malibu's underside. His fully-knotted arousal pumped, flexing and jerking, a fresh orgasm wracking his body each time the cougarvixen's knot-filled sheath slumped against his cheeks. Malibu bit her lower lip and tightened her claws around the nearest things she could grab - in this case, the beefy, round pectorals of the dalmatian and newfie crowding in around her sides.
The rottweiler's head tipped back with a gurgling moan as Malibu dragged her hips backwards, rubbing all those sensitive little barbs against the canine's tight inner walls, until she had him wriggling around the thickest part of her massive cannon. Behind Malibu, she could feel paws draping around her backside and a warm weight shove under her tail. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at the trio of golden-furred canine triplets - exact breed indeterminate - as the first panted down at her. The canine's thickness only just lodged itself, knot and all, in the eager cougarvixen's hind end when the door to the conference room swung open.
A trio of suited executives walked in, all tapping away at the smartphones in their fingers without looking up.
"Hello, Ms. Malibu, sorry for running late. Been a real doozy of a day. Anyways, care to get started? We don't want to keep you seeing as you have such a busy schedule and all."
The cougarvixen didn't bother responding. She figured the rampant grunting, gasping, moaning, and wet slaps would give the suits more than enough of an opportunity to figure things out on their own.
And it did. The three executives - a tall and lanky otter, a prim white-furred poodle, and a bland-looking fox, let out gasps when they realized what was going on in the meeting room. Waves of pre-cum washed across the carpet, soaking in the scent of arousal. Their nostrils twitched as they stared, evidence of their sudden heats visible in the outline of their clothes and the way they squirmed the soles of their shoes against the squishy carpet.
Malibu focused on the rottie beneath her. Her massive shaft bulged against his underbelly, distorting his light brown pelt as even the bulges of her fleshy, soft barbs outlined against it. The cougarvixen's muzzle opened and her tongue lolled out as she felt her knot finally fatten up to the point her taut, straining sheath could no longer contain it. The thick, furry tube pulled down, inch by inch, revealing the massive, veiny width of her knot. Too wide to fit between her flanks, it shoved forward while her sloshing sac dragged forwards in response. The rottweiler's groans turned into high-pitched yelps as the cougarvixen sank forward, hind legs stretching. The fat veins squeezed flat as she ground herself forward, inexorable, surprisingly strong, while the other securitaurs surrounding moaned with lust. Thick white seed sprayed from her rump as the trio mounted her, adding to the convulsions rippling through the gasping, moaning Malibu.
"We'll reschedule for... uh... later this afternoon. Don't worry, we'll have lunch de-de-delivered! Duck!"
Malibu's hind end dropped and the rottie let out a mindblowing yelp, high-pitched and needy and very unlike his muscular build, though little of him could be seen at this point beneath Malibu's oversized breasts. The canine's stomach bloated outwards, then filled again as Malibu let out a very low, long grunting moan. After a few seconds, the rottweiler's expanding underbelly fattened to nearly twice its original girth as the pumavix came, fully knotted and still trying to hump and pump as hard as she could. The rottie's head disappeared into Malibu's cleavage again, only for gushes of thick white seed to spray from between, rocketing off across the room towards the executives.
Other cannons fired as well, slopping and sloshing musky cum throughout the room. The windows and walls dripped with starbursts of seed as the canines howled and moaned, ankle deep in jizz by the time the executives made it to the door. They jumped through and closed it behind them just in time for webs of pre-cum splattered across it, though it was hard to tell from which thick erection the blob was fired. The mass of tauric bodies squeezed together, humping and huffing, until Malibu herself was fully obscured beneath shifting layers of muscular canine Securitaurs. As she felt a second thickness find its way into her aching body, satisfying somewhat the growing lust in her loins, Malibu considered herself the safest person in the building when it came to security coverage.
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She turned down the contract after all. Malibu didn't want to play anything but the lead, and she also required far more assistants than the paltry few on offer by the production company - she'd have gone through them in two days flat. Fewer, depending on how busy the director kept her. She did have a nice conversation with someone much higher up the food chain at SynTech a week later, so there was still an opportunity. Their security was certainly worth another visit. Someone named "G.G." or something offered a tour of the movie production facilities in an attempt to change her mind...
The End