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Why did she think the bus was a good idea when she was in the middle of a heat? It was too late. They were already moving. Mahiri figured it was better than walking home, past who knew how many people. It wasn't exactly motorcycle season but she was wearing her leather anyway, and that tight-fitting outfit just ensured there were plenty of eyes on her while she squirmed in her seat, trying not to let the urges get to her. Just a little longer, a few more stops, and she'd be home free without giving in and making some kind of mistake. God, it hadn't been nearly that bad when she woke up that morning. Just distracting at worst, but now she was absolutely drenched, putting out those pheromones that let every breeding male in her vicinity know there was a fertile, ready leopardess just aching for someone to satisfy her. She was starting to get looks.

Worst still, there were so many good candidates sitting nearby. It was just silly, really. One hot guy on the bus with her might have been reasonable, two would have been excessive. But three? The world was conspiring against her, as if it was her fate to get pregnant that very evening. She tried not to lock eyes with them, flitting her gaze from one to another. Were they going to make her decide? That was asking the impossible. In those fleeting glances, she took in as many details as she possibly could, sizing them up as theoretical breeding partners. Just a little what-iffing to make the urges more bearable. There was nothing wrong with considering it, or at least that was what she told herself while every bump along the road threatened to bring her to orgasm. Her pussy was puffy, tender, swollen, absolutely aching for a good stud-dick inside her. It was transforming into something more than debilitating. Looking over those prime candidates was starting to make her feel like she could die if she went the whole night unfulfilled.

Yet how was she going to choose? She first laid eyes on a tall, handsome canine, a husky with a sensual look in those bright blue eyes. Mmmm. A knot would do very well at touching all those heated places inside her, she found herself thinking. He offered her a bit of a smile when he caught her staring, but she pretended not to see it. The feline stud in another seat seemed a fitting choice. Surely a cat knew what to do with her when she was in the middle of her heat. That sabre-fanged fellow had an aura of confidence just as bright as his tufty azure hair, the cocky sort who she was sure could really put her in her place. She needed that. Then there was that powerful gryphon, with that shocking red plumage that caught her eye. Just looking at his fluff, his heft, his apparent strength from a covert angle, and she was already picturing what their quartergryph offspring might look like. They were all more than worthy of satisfying her, but she told herself she couldn't have them all. That would have surely been more than even a needy kitty like her could handle.

Even knowing how foolish she was being, she found herself making eyes at all three of them in turn. She was a slave to her impulses, motivated by pure desire, and by how close the bus was getting to her stop. If she was going to make a decision, she needed to make it soon, and so she silently seduced all three of them, one by one, flashing those shiny greens at the husky, the sabrecat, the gryphon. They of course caught on to those heated looks right away, turning towards her, beaming their lusty gazes right back. And, when they realized she wasn't just looking at any one of them alone, they found themselves exchanging a look between themselves too. There was no jealousy in the grins they exchanged. All three of them seemed to come to a silent consensus in a matter of seconds. They nodded to each other, and then, almost in unison, to her. Just the sight was enough to send a jolt right up her spine, from her clit to the tips of her ears, pleasure coursing through her nerves and mind alike. Maybe, at last, she'd finally get what she needed, after denying it for so long.

The bus came to a stop, and she rose from her seat to leave, her tail hiked up high, leather hugging around her thick ass as she turned. It wasn't necessary. She already had them hooked, she figured, but she needed to make absolutely certain they'd all follow her home. Their footsteps were heavy behind her, at least compared to her own. She moved as if floating, swishing her way down the steps, up the sidewalk, silently stalked by three horny studs ready to plunder her. It wasn't a long walk before she was ascending her front steps, slipping in through the door, not bothering to hold it for them. They were closer and closer, almost catching but maintaining their tail from just far enough to watch that rump swaying along. It didn't take long for them to catch up, opening the unlocked front door to reveal the dim living room and the chaos within. Spending that heat alone hadn't exactly been kind to her decor. There were claw marks on the walls. A pillow had been chewed to bits. It looked like there had been some sort of fight in there, but it was just her venting the frustrations of being so violently horny. Once she heard the door close behind her and three sets of footsteps follow her all the way to her bedroom, she knew she was finally going to be free of that merciless breeding season.

They were soon gathered all around her, surrounding her in warm, well-built bodies. She knew she was in over her head. She had to maintain at least some semblance of control. Before they laid a finger on her, she sharply raised a hand.

"Okay, we all know why we're here, but at least give me your names first so I know what to scream. I'm Mahiri."

They remained a wall around her, but they respected her wishes, not touching until they'd introduced themselves.

"Dante," said the husky.

"Blisk," was the sabrecat.

"Riker," came the gryphon's response.

Their voices were just what she expected. A combination of low and sultry from the dog, maybe a bit more sass from the cat, a laid-back sort of confidence from the bird. That was all she needed.

"Alright, boys. Let me tell you about being in heat. Imagine the horniest you've ever been, needing it so bad it hurts, just throbbing, aching, absolutely unable to hold still you need it so bad. And no matter what you do, it just won't go away. That might give you an idea of how I'm feeling tonight. It also means you get one drop inside and you're a dad. Just so you know."

Nobody said anything or even visibly reacted. Seemed like they were okay with that.

"And that's all I have to say. You might have to hold me down a bit. Watch the claws."

One more nod was all the permission they needed. Soon she had six hands upon her, squeezing, groping, tugging. The gryph went right for her tits, taking a double-handful of them. That cat grabbed her ass. And as for the husky, he just moved in and started grinding against her hip, clutching her close while he dry-humped her with that swelling sheath. Such a dog thing to do. She liked his enthusiasm. Maybe he was first. If they could even wait and take turns. She didn't really care. All that mattered was that they take her, that they use her and pleasure her as wildly as they wanted. She wasn't going to offer them any more guidance that those wafting pheromones didn't already. They only got more potent as they started to strip her down. That meant lots of unzipping and tugging, peeling that tight leather from her curves, leaving her in that lacy bra, bust bouncing with the force of their undressing. They didn't even shy from tasting her. A sloppy dog tongue on the side of her face, a nibble of long feline fangs on the back of her neck, and then a slurp from the gryphon as he leaned in to slather up her cleavage. That bra didn't last long either, expertly unclasped by the sabrecat's nimble fingers, then yanked off by the horny gryph and tossed aside. Once she was down to her panties, that lacy fabric soaked through and clinging to the lips of her pussy, they collectively pushed her down to her knees.

She was perhaps slightly insulted that they weren't all fully engorged just from following her there, but she was willing to put in the work. They took care of zippers, buttons, and everything else in the way of those thick, swelling sheaths, showing off their first few inches while she went in with nose and lips alike. First, she buried her face in Dante's balls, laying a smooch on one of them, taking a deep sniff so she could sample that fine masculine scent of his. Big dogs were always such reliable studs. One good huff of his nuts and she knew she could count on him to satisfy her. But what about the others? She shifted over to the cat, walking on her knees, indulging in his essence just as generously as she'd been for the husky. Face-first, and with her tongue dragging its tingling texture along the tip of Blisk's dick, smearing his precum over her tastebuds, making sure she was deeply enriched with his flavour. Oh, that was a good one two. Then it was time for the gryph. As the biggest guy there, it seemed right to save him for last. His cock was mostly hard by the time she breathed warmly over it, revealing that swollen, knotted shape and those pleasure-spines like those of a feline. She simply had to take a good slurp of those to get an idea of their texture, finding them soft and malleable, if still stimulating while she licked them. Riker huffed above, his beak giving a click as he reached down to bury his fingers in Mahiri's hair.

"Yeah, that's right. Show us how desperate you are. Make us want it just as much as you," he teased, curling his digits into her locks, pressing to her scalp, giving a yank.

That was enough to make her briefly yowl. The roughness was only feeding into her heat, only keeping her furnace burning. She was so wet she was dripping onto her own floor, leaving a puddle on the hardwood. Yet even in a state of near-insanity for how horny she was, those cocks were simply too good not to suck a while. She wasn't trying to make them cum, and she moved swiftly, just getting them worked up, massaging them with her mouth. First, she dived down on Riker's, letting it slip right into her throat and press out on her neckfur, swallowing around it. That meant drinking precum right from the tap, getting another grunt and a rustle of feathers from just above her. She delved down until she squished her nose to the gryph's crotch, and then she lunged her way back up, grinding her tongue along his spire every inch of the way. Time for her to suck on Blisk's a while. A swivel of her shoulders and she latched onto his hips, grabbing tight so she could stuff her maw with sabrecat cock, getting a rumble from even, even a slight snarl, a bearing of all his fangs at once while she enveloped him in glurking, gripping swallows and sucks. A few seconds of that ensured his elegantly azure member was standing up and ready. She probably could have made him cum if she worked a little longer, but she didn't want a drop of that precious cat cream anywhere but inside her. Over to Dante she went, smoothly sliding her lips down to kiss his knot, swallowing his cock like it was nothing. She was too horny for a gag reflex. Her urgent smooching and slobbering made him naturally buck his hips a few times, thudding her mouth with that knot, fucking her face and throat nice and deep until she forcefully pulled herself back.

It wasn't easy. She could have sucked and tasted his dick all night. It was good enough to make her forget about that blazing need for at least a few seconds. As soon as she pulled off though, the ache made itself more apparent, leaving her leaping up to her feet, pushing her tits against the dog's chest, threatening to bowl him over if he didn't take control, and fast. She'd made her decision. It was hardly hers to make anymore, but her body cried out for that dog dick, and the others were just going to have to wait their turn. Dante only needed a brief moment to recover once she threw herself at him. Soon, he was taking her into his rhythm, appearing to tango with her for a few seconds as he swept that feline off her feet. She might have been a cat, but her usual grace was cast aside when she was in such a heated state. If it wasn't for him catching her, she would have toppled right over, flopping into his arms, rumbling and rowling for him. He pushed her along until she fell towards her bed, planting her hands just in time. Then her knees touched down, and she was up on all fours for him, her tail flagged high while he mounted up behind her. Of course a big horny husky like him knew how to fuck doggy style.

"Just stay right like that, like a good bitch," he teased her, giving her spotty ass a small smack. That was enough to get a good wobble out of her assets, and a yowly snarl-like noise from her.

She was beyond verbal by that point, unable to respond in anything but feisty feline noise. That only got louder at the very first touch of his cock to her pussy. It was nothing more than a kiss, a glancing blow as he sent his shaft gliding along the lower regions of her folds. A prodding thrust to get himself lined up as already enough to get her crying out. Sometimes she whimpered, sometimes she growled, simultaneously sounding imposing and utterly submissive. The latter looked more fitting once that big dog sunk his dick inside her, leaving her shaking with pleasure and squeezing down on every inch he gave her. He just kept going until he nearly bottomed out, thumping his knot up against those juicy pussy walls, producing an uncertain little grumble from the nearby cat. He watched the husky at work with his eyes narrowed, lightly stroking his dick but taking care not to rub it too firmly. She might have chosen him first, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy.

"Hey, watch it with that knot. I want her tight for when I get her," Blisk huffed, his dick giving an extra-solid throb at the thought.

"No promises," came Dante's groan.

He was barely audible, losing himself in the mesmerizing pleasure of fucking the cat in heat. The warmth, the wetness, the deft, intense squeezes she gave him while he held himself inside her, that was enough to make him want to savour her for a while. That wouldn't do at all, of course. One second of hesitation, and she was already bucking back at him, ramming herself against his knot as if to take it inside all at once. That bulb was just too thick to fit in her pussy yet, but he could work his way towards that. Pulling back, he soon started thumping her nice and deep, fucking her like the horny dog he was. Each stroke brought a heavy squelch out of her soaking pussy, her juices flowing thickly around his cock, keeping him lubed up for a good, deep pounding. Rather than try to wedge his knot inside her, he instead used it like a battering ram, slamming into her folds again and again, sending tremors through her whole body, jiggling her tits up towards her face with the force of those deep-pounding thrusts. Every single hump was worth a noise from her, the shrieks and groans sounding outright violent even before he got into a pure rutting pace. Steadily, deeply, firmly, he fucked her hard enough to make less-durable women scream, but all he got in return was her clenching down on him furiously, throwing herself back against his hips, bucking, grinding, snarling at him for more. So he was just going to have to give it.

Leaning over her, breathing on the back of her neck, he found her scruff with his teeth and locked on tight. He could bite as hard as he wanted. That part of her was made for a good, firm mating chomp.

"Heh, he knows what cats like, at least," Blisk commented as he watched the husky going to town on that plump, drenched pussy.

Her shrieks were both blood-freezing and slightly muffled. He fucked that screamy monster until she was trembling all over, her elbows buckling while that canine stud thumped her with his knot. His thrusts were firm enough that his nuts still hit her thighs as he worked her over, giving her those wet plaps she so enjoyed. And through it all, his growls flowed through her, echoing into her skull. There was no stopping him. He fucked her like a machine, never tiring, even as he puffed and drooled on her neck while he nibbled, letting saliva roll down over her throat and shoulders. Eventually, he got her all the way down to the bed, her arms weakening, shaking, and finally giving way, leaving her face-down on the sheets with her spotty ass high in the air, jiggling with every knot-smack between her thighs. He seized the opportunity, grabbing her by the hair, keeping her face right where it was as he worked her to a juicing, clenching peak, making her clamp down on him and rapidly quiver. Fucking her full of spunk wasn't enough. He insisted on making her cum while he knocked her up, and the constant slam of knot to clit made him get his wish.

When she tried to toss her head back and roar at the ceiling, he resisted, biting her harder, shoving her face down to muffle that triumphant sound in the bed. It might have been impressive otherwise, but instead it was just a rumble of bass, like a next-door nightclub, while she convulsed with the big dog proudly on top of her. A twitch ran down her spine, reaching the very tip of her tail, coinciding with a rhythmic flex of her insides while she worked her way to gushing for him. It meant squirting hard, shooting jets of femcum over his nuts, his nut, even his thighs and belly. That paled in comparison to the mess he made of her. Lunging forward one last time, he let her contractions milk him to a peak. His tail jerked upwards, his taint flexing, balls pumping up taut while he squished his knot against her cunt and let that cumshot bulge down his veiny dick. Then there came that first blast straight to her womb, and another, another, sending her stretching, sagging, sloshing, swaying, her belly rounding out beneath her while he held her down in that pinned, submissive position and fucked her full of cum. He went off bare inside her heated pussy, filling her, breeding her, getting her plump and pregnant while she wobbled with his potent seed. Of course it took. The only question was just many times it did, whether he'd given her one or half a dozen hybrids in her future. Yet even inundated and bloated with his dog spunk, her heat only diminished slightly. A womb filled with husky jizz could only make those undying flames flicker for a few seconds.

He took his time pulling out, letting the excess, high-pressure mess splash down to her sheets, leaving his scent on the room. No longer hers, but his, just like that well-bred womb. Yet in all her pleasure, all her trembling, post-orgasmic bliss, she was still thirsty, still insatiable, wanting more and more. She writhed there on the bed while he wiped his cock off on her lower back, mewling for more, and Blisk was ready to give it to her. He'd been ready for a while, barely hanging on, his cock engorged to the point of making his short tail throb right along with it. When she yowled at him, he growled back, turning her over with a forceful shove so he could look her in the eyes. It was hard to tell if she was seeing him or not. Her eyes were glazed, glimmering, maybe even slightly tearful but not for any pain. She simply was too far gone, too broken by desire to have any semblance of dignity anymore. The sabrecat didn't keep her waiting, hefting her legs straight up, raising her feet over her head so he could get full access to her creamed pussy. Sloppy seconds didn't seem to both him any - he happily rubbed his cock over her cunt, smearing in the cum the husky left behind, rumbling as he pinned her in that curled up pose.

"Okay, sure you fucked her good and all ... but lemme show you how cats mate," he rumbled. "I'm gonna get her pregnant too."

The firmness, the confidence with which he said it made Mahiri feel it might very well come true. Sure, she'd already made a dad out of that studly husky, but her body kept on aching, kept on crying out for more. Maybe she'd get it, and swell up with the offspring of everyone who fucked her that night. Riker was still standing by, more patient than the cat, running his thumb along his engorged shaft, catching the scales on those enticing spines. Mahiri was definitely going to get to feel those later. First, it was the sabre's turn. He pinned her down in that intense mating press, rubbing and humping over her pussy. In such a position, she could hardly even squirm much, her toes wiggling and thighs shaking while he teased her. She couldn't take much more of that. Her teeth flashed in an open-mouthed, submissive snarl, her desperation evident in her quaking voice. That neediness was enough to make him grin at her.

"Spotty kitten wants it so bad. Better hope you're ready, leopard, because I'm gonna fuck you hard. Just like you need it."

A clack of his fangs in her face got him a snarl in return. That submissive yowling was growing deeper, more aggressive. He was playing with fire. If he kept her waiting any longer, she might well have seized the opportunity to pounce him, to take over and get what she needed. He took control of her before it came to that. Clutching her hips tight, digging his claws in a little, he finally moved to penetrate her. A dip, a dive, and he could plunge straight down, shoving his dick between those tender petals, spreading her open only to feel her clamp back down on him. She was a hungry kitty, and she was already working to milk him, to drain him, to knead him until he came for her. But he wasn't going to let her just have everything she wanted so easily. He folded her like a deck chair, weighing down on top of her, keeping her ankles all the way above her head. A flexible cat like her had no trouble holding that position. Even better, it let him plunge deeper inside her than even that husky had reached. Bottoming out balls-deep in leopard pussy was a pleasure that made him pause to snort and groan, savouring the feeling of her tight depths hugging his every inch. But he'd learned his lesson. He wasn't going to keep her waiting any longer, soon arching his back, digging in his heels, and putting his feline strength into breeding that spotty cat in that prime mating position.

The constant slap of his sack against her cunt sent juices soaring in every direction, further marking her bedroom with her heated scent. And plenty of cum too. That came gushing out with his every stroke, serving to lube him up for deeper pounding. Dante had left a hell of a load inside her, and that meant her second round was a messy one, a noisy one, slopping over her stretched thighs while that big cat fucked her hard. The bed sagged right down to the floor with his every thrust, giving an ominous creek. He worked like he was trying to break it, to put her right through the floor, his short tail swaying while he plapped and thumped her. They were inches away from each other's faces, their feisty feline sounds echoing into each other's open mouths. For every growl she gave him, he gave her one back, deeper, more forceful, along with another solid thunk down to the bed. Reaching up, he seized her ankle, making sure she stayed perfectly bent in half for him, giving him full access to her hottest depths, slipping and schlurking in and out of her splattered pussy.

In time the squeaking of the bed got even more dire, sounding closer and closer to collapse. Mahiri too gradually lost her voice as she yowled herself hoarse, the pleasure of that nice deep mating kept her screaming right up until it hurt. Instead, she was just going to have to gasp, some of the more feminine tones returning to her rumbling sounds. Blisk mostly presented her with a gleaming flash of his fangs, a grin and snarl all at once silently teasing her while he had his way with her tight sex, but now and then he couldn't keep his face from twisting into a pleasured squint as the sensations overwhelmed him. No matter how hard he fucked her, slamming her down into her own bed, she stayed tight, stayed wet. Her own juices were every bit as copious as the cum Dante left behind, summoning up the lewdest suckling slurps as his dick slicked between those velvet folds again and again. Eventually, he just couldn't help himself. He had to bite, and that meant getting his long fangs around her exposed throat, briefly cutting off her air while he nibbled and chomped. Nothing too sharp or harsh, just enough to make all those sensations that much more intense, to make her squeeze down harder, faster, wetter. The orgasm brewing inside her had her shaking as if she might simply explode, her trembling only contained by his weight and forceful pinning, all laid out on top of her, thumping, humping, fucking, grinding all those pleasure spots deep inside her blazing sex.

This time, her attempt at a roar got cut short even quicker. She made it as far as the first note, the briefest rumbling thunder of an approaching storm that never came. Instead, she was left gasping, growling, and then ever so meekly whimpering in that mewling little cat voice. She closed her eyes tight and gave herself to the feeling of being bred by a fellow cat. He never slowed down even once he felt her cumming for him. That constant pumping was just what she needed to rush over the edge with a silent scream. Her eyes went wide, her jaw slacked open, but no sound came. Her body did the talking instead. Even pinned down beneath the cat, folded in half, she could still buck and bounce as the contractions of climax worked through her body. That had her lunging up at him, thumping into his body, driving him all the way inside her. She milked his dick just as hard as Dante's, squeezing up tight, squishing that soft flesh around his pulsing member while she squirted for him. It was enough to break him from his rumbly snarls and into just a shaken grunt.

"Nnnngh, here it fucking comes, leopard ... time to make some spotty sabrecats ..."

That warning came with a flex of his dick, a twitch of his tail, and his toeclaws curling into her bed. He didn't much care if he cut right through to the mattress. Nor did he relent when he felt one side of the frame sagging, tilting their courtship slightly while he rutted her to his peak. She squeezed him just right to ensure he gave her everything, his balls plump and smooth with the pressure of working up that load, flexing hard while it rushed up his shaft to shoot inside her creamed womb. She knew the second it hit her insides, even with Dante already fucking her full of pups, that she just got herself knocked up again. It didn't matter how it worked. It did. The warmth rushing through her while he came inside her heat-stricken sex, bare and potent, meant she simply knew. He kept himself buried inside her right to the very last drop, as if making absolutely sure he got her pregnant, but he didn't have to worry. The husky, the sabre cat, they were both going to make her womb swell with offspring. More than it had already, with its stretched, sloshing shape rounding out to something even heavier thanks to his creamy contribution. And if she thought for a moment she was going to get any rest, the shadow of that big gryph looming over her told her there wasn't even any time for a breather.

"Alright, cats. Think you've been keeping me waiting long enough. Get your dick out of her and let me have a turn with that spotty."

Blisk flexed inside her a few more times, pressing himself in towards his womb, making sure he got every drop inside her. His balls gave a few more flexes, but he was spent, at least for the moment. That feline stamina would probably mean he would refill in minutes. Dante was already hard again himself, the husky leaning back against the wall, his knotty cock standing up form and ready for a second go at her. Her night wasn't nearly over. And Riker wasn't waiting any longer. No sooner had Blisk finally slipped free of her tight warmth, and the gryph scooped her up in his arms, letting her dangle in his grasp. Her legs flopped down as if paralyzed at first, cum streaking down the inside of her thighs. There was only so much she could hold inside her, and he let her drip for a while as his cock pulsed against her lower back. She could feel those pleasure-nubs grinding along at her skin, already enjoyable before they were even inside her. That he so easily manipulated her weight just made her all the more eager to be bred by him too. Her heat hadn't grown any softer, and she knew she was every bit as breedable even two good stud-loads inside her.

"Heheh, hey cat. Seen you around a couple times, with that fancy hair of yours. Well, I'll give you some nice red gryphs to go with it."

Some small part of Mahiri's diminished mind wondered how the genetics were going to work. Would they only have a few choice avian traits, or would his traits override her own, leaving her with exact copies of him, her body only a vessel for his seed? The rest of her was far too numb to contemplate further. He shifted his grip from beneath her arms to instead beneath her thighs, clutching her close and stretching her legs out to give him a good angle at her gaping, soaking pussy. She was utterly splattered, thick streams of the stuff squeezing out of her thanks to the angle, but that didn't phase him. He stirred the tip of his dick around in that excess spunk and femjuice, slicking himself up for entry, and then he let gravity do the rest. Simply lowering her down snugly sheathed his first few inches in her quivering depths. He rested his beak atop her head while he sank inside her, taking his time, letting her really feel those light barbs tickle her. After two hard fucks, that extra stimulation was almost too much for her to even handle. A full-body shiver seized her, leaving her shaking in his grasp while he penetrated her. His response was to simply hold her tighter, letting his hands slip slowly up towards her breasts, clutching tight while his arms supported her thighs. In the middle of her heat, her tits were extra sensitive, those squeezes enough to make her moan and clench down on him. That meant he had to push harder just to bury himself as deep inside her as he wanted.

A little chirp preceded him getting started with her. Soon after that, it was breathy grunting, even some growling that must have come from his feline side. His feathery chest rumbled where he had it pressed against the back of her head, giving himself a workout pulling her up and down on his cock. Then he got his hands all the way up and behind her neck, putting her in a full nelson of sorts, making her submit to him with her body all stretched out and helpless. Her legs were open wide, her arms restrained, gravity bringing her jiggling body down on his dick again and again while he powerfully bucked up into her. He might have taken it slightly slower than the other guys, but he fucked harder than them both, whomping her body with his might, bouncing her bust and belly up and down with every motion. Her vision blurred, her tongue flopping over her lower lip, her ears laying back as she seemed to slump into a subservient state, utterly giving herself to him without the feistiness she'd shown for the others. It had been all fucked out of her, leaving her nothing body a cum-bloated breeding slut, outright drooling while she got her mind blown by that blissfully textured gryphon dick.

"That's some good fucking pussy ..." he muttered, partly to himself, only to raise his voice to tease the cat further. "God, I can feel you squeezing. You can't wait to be a gryph's knocked-up cumdump, can you?"

He jerked her upwards once, then pressed his beak to her ear.

"Give me a good mewl, kitten. I love that voice of yours."

She could barely even manage such a simple request anymore. No sound came out at first, but for her own exhalation. Eventually, she managed to make a tiny, pathetic cat noise, more kitten than leopard. The gryph gave a chuckle and then just squeezed her a little tighter, thumping up into her pussy by way of rewarding her for her obedience. Cum slurked from inside her every time he humped, shooting off in thick jets to paint her walls and floor in cat and dog cum. That didn't bother him. He fucked her messy cunt until he was shaking her with his knot, ramming her folds with that heavy bulb, threatening to stuff it inside her over and over. It even squelched past her tight resistance halfway before he pulled back again. It was much better to fuck in her in long, lunging strokes, at least for now. He closed his eyes and fell into something of a rhythm, bouncing her body up and down, keeping her in that firm submission hold without any sort of option to tap out. She fell further and further into broken depravity, the drooly cat fucked stupid by those three studs, her womb swollen with their seed, yet still calling for more. Of course Riker was going to give it to her.

Drawing his tongue along one of her ears, he soon broke from that steady rhythm to really give it to her. That involved hugging her close to his body in a nearly crushing grip, keeping her squished in his arms while he thundered into her pussy. Splurching, suckling, slurping strokes shot out all that excess spunk around his dick to make room for his own. His balls bounced and clenched, working up a fat load for her, getting tight as he got close. A twitch of his beak was the only break from his steady, confident demeanour, hammering his cock home until his knot was ready to press past those lips and tie with her. Another good jolt of his hips and he finally stuffed her full of that stretching tight, ensuring she was sealed tight for his impending cumshot. From long strokes to short, rapid-fire pounding, he played a drumbeat against her ass with those plump gryph nuts, leaving her trembling as if in fear of her own climax. It roared through her body even while her own voice was reduced to nothing but the weakest of little whimpers and mews. In her shaking, shattered chaos, she found her peak again, feeling it searing her every nerve with overstimulating pleasure until her eyes rolled back.

Squirting on his knot was indication enough for him to fill her. He never loosened his grip while she milked him, only giving a satisfied moan and a rolling sway of his hips before bottoming out in the silky kitty sex wrapped around his knotted cock. That bulb kept her sealed tight, ensuring every single drop shot straight into her womb, bloating her beyond pregnant, inflating her like a balloon with copious shots of gryph spunk. He flooded her, he filled her, and most of all, he got her pregnant yet again. Another cumshot, another egg claimed - if not several. At least she was getting some good practice for how swollen she was going to get. Splorched and claimed, she slumped, her head dropping down against her bust as she seemed to faint for a few precious seconds, only to snap out of it with a writhing, desperate mrowl that saw her squirming on that knot of his, simply unable to take any more pleasure. She wasn't just broken, she was gone, hardly even aware of where she was anymore. Her pussy was numb. And as for her heat, it might have been satisfied at last, or at least it wasn't aching anymore. It was hard to tell when she could barely feel her toes.

He was a strong bird, but eventually Riker's arms needed a rest. Panting, he walked her over to her bed and slowly pulled up on her thighs. Just when she thought she was voiceless, muted by her ecstasy, she managed an involuntary shriek as she felt the brief stretch of pulling off that thick knot. It left her gaping, gushing, a waterfall of gryphon cum flowing from her as he pulled out of her and let her collapse to the bed again. She fell with more of a splash than a thud, sprawled out on her back, staring at the ceiling but hardly seeing past an arm's length. The room blurred around her as she simmered in the feeling of being utterly satisfied. Her belly shrank down at least somewhat once Riker was out of her, though she was still one plumped up cat thanks to all the cum they provided for her. She gasped but never seemed to catch her breath, left curling her toes, twitching her tail, chest heaving up and down heavily enough to make her breasts wobble. For as much as she might have been finished, she still had three horny studs in her bedroom. Getting fucked three times only meant making each of them cum once. And soon they were closing in on her flopped form like pack hunters, encircling the lone leopardess with their dicks standing firm and ready for another round each.

Dante slipped down on top of her first, simply stretching over her body and pinning her while he got between her thighs. Her pussy might have been a mess by then, but she was far from ruined. Maybe not quite as tight as before thanks to that gryph-knot, but she'd recover in time. He was surprisingly gentle about pushing inside of her, laying a smooch on her neck while he buried himself to the knot in that well-fucked leopard sex, sheathing his dog cock in her warm depths once again. His toned body completely overtook her own, pressing down on her curves while he slowly fucked her, just easing her back into the swing of things. It took her a few thrusts, but eventually her body remembered how to feel pleasure again. Soon, she was moaning for him, perhaps less intense than the snarling as before, but the best she could manage. He fucked her slow but firm, working deep, grinding his knot up against her folds extra hard. All she could manage was to lay there, stretched out and exhausted by pleasure while he got off with her body. By the throbbing of his knot, he didn't seem to mind her lack of response, though this time, the others weren't nearly as patient.

"Oh, come on, dog. Roll over so we can share," Blisk fussed, climbing onto the bed beside the quiet mating.

The husky looked over, and just shot a grin. "So it's not just her. All cats are greedy, hm?"

"Hey, not often I get such an eager babe like her. I bet she'll even love it if I fuck her in the ass. Won't you, Mahiri?"

She didn't have it in her to respond. Dante soon decided he was fine with sharing, rolling onto his back so he could roll the cat on top of him. She slumped down at first, breasts squished against his chest, but eventually managed to straighten herself out, only to get mounted from behind. Blisk planted himself on her spotty back, pressing his fangs to her scruff to give her another of those deep mating bites. That always had such a calming effect on her, pacifying her feisty side, ensuring she was good and receptive. A few strokes over his slick cock and he found the perfect place for it, right between her hefty cheeks, pushing against that tight ring until he was inside her. After that, it was just a matter of sinking smoothly forward, burying himself in that tight butt, making it jiggle while he humped her. Soon he had his nuts firmly planted against Mahiri's cheeks, his thrusts bouncing her up and down on Dante's knot. That just made the husky's own mating strokes all the more effective, bringing some whiny cat noises out of the well-used leopard while they bounced her body between them, slapping their sacks against her body while two fat dicks plunged into her overheated body. And of course, Riker wasn't going to just stand there.

"I wanna feel those lips again. Think you're up for drinking gryphon cum, Mahiri?"

Her groan wasn't much of a response, but it didn't dissuade him from joining the other studs on the bed, kneeling in front of her face. The overwhelmed expression she was wearing didn't do much to express herself. He just took her by the hair again, lightly scratching her scalp with his talons, and rubbed his dick on her face. Those last few pulses took him from hard to fully hard while he smeared his leftover jizz on her fur, leaving his lovely scent all over her. There was just enough left for her to let her tongue slip free and scoop beneath his nuts, getting a good taste, lapping the spilled spunk from his fur. That made for a wet, tingly red carpet for him to enter her mouth, sliding those pleasure-barbs along the rough surface of her tongue until he was snug between her lips. He kept on pushing until she was kissing her knot, bulging her throat with the shape of his dick. Even rutted stupid, she still had the cocksucking skills of a pro, latching on and swallowing deep without gagging on it. He could be as rough with her pretty muzzle as he wanted, and that was exactly how he was going to treat her. Soon, he had her head in both hands, kneeling there in front of her while he braced himself to fuck her face just as hard as he'd bred her.

That left her sandwiched up between those three studs, unable to recover from each thrust they made before another came from one of the others. Blisk worked at a rapid, almost frantic pace beneath her tail, fucking that booty like a beast. Riker was more even-handed, smoothly pumping back and forth while he worked that kitty maw like any other hole. Even Dante kept a good rhythm going from beneath her, clutching her hips tight so he could pull her down on his cock with each thrust he gave her. This time, he wasn't holding back with his knot, driving it against her pussy and stretching her out, something made easier by Riker's rough way with her. Mahiri shook and wobbled, slumping down again, collapsing atop Dante while she got herself taken from every side at once. She might have even passed out for a moment or two, going limp, only to jolt away once more and remember what she was doing. With the cat and dog alike working her nice and deep without any need for help, all she could do was focus on sucking that gryphon off while he fucked her mouth, slurping in between his heavy strokes, keeping herself from passing out again with the occasional deep gasp between his greedy motions.

Her body barely worked anymore, but that was fine. They knew how to make use of her. Dante and Blisk bounced her between them, occasionally slapping their nuts together but mostly plapping them against the leopardess while they fucked her full of studcock. Juices dribbled down from Mahiri's chin while Riker's precum flowed thick and steady, cascading over her lower lip with each backstroke, splashing down to the bed below. That meant occasionally splashing a bit over Dante, but the husky was far too focused on knotting that pussy to care. He pushed past those lips, sinking deeper, closer, only to wrench back and try again, leaving the kitty making some muffled mrowls against the gryph's own bulb. Riker was at least kind enough not to knot her mouth, just letting her smooch deeply at his knot each time he fucked into her throat. His grip never wavered, and neither did Blisk's mating bite, the fangs digging into her scruff pressing her buttons in all the right ways. She didn't even expect to cum again, happy to just pleasure those handsome boys until they were done with her, but she could feel those telltale trembles coming as Dante teased her with his knot. Even the driving dick in her backside helped work her towards one more release, the sabrecat's cock bringing her just as much pleasure as the husky's own. The taste of gryphcock on her tongue only fuelled her heightened state, helping her ascend to another heavenly eruption of pure kitty bliss.

All that kneading and squeezing was making Dante's job even harder, but he worked against her tightness to finally jam his knot inside her with a succulent POP of juices shooting off all over their bodies. Tied and sunk deep, he was the first one to go off, syncing up with her body for a perfect, simultaneous release. She squeezed down hard on Blisk's cock in the process of cumming, those muscles contracting just as much as her pussy, a nice anal orgasm to go with the regular sort. Of course the sabrecat couldn't last when she was massaging him like that. A few more good plaps against her butt and he buried himself balls-deep so he could pump and cum right along with the husky. Sensing the urgency of the moment, the gryphon quickened his pace, plowing into the leopard's gullet with extra plunging force, pressing his knot to her teeth only to pull back again and go for another pounding stroke. She guzzled down his precum, already gargling on it, but that was nothing in comparison to the load that clenched up through his nuts and made his cock twitch between her lips.

Soon the four of them were a writhing, groaning mass of bodies, all of them convulsing with utter delight as they finished together. Those studs made the kitty cum, and they made her frightfully full in a matter of seconds. Dante shot another load inside her womb, maybe even breeding her again for all Mahiri knew. Blisk came in her ass, holding himself in deep so he could shoot that spunk right up towards her belly. And that gut of hers was only getting bigger thanks to the load she swallowed down, fresh from the gryph-tap, leaving her loudly glurking as she struggled to get it all down before it overflowed from her mouth, and then even her nose, jetting out along with little clouds of steam thanks to all that hot gryphon cum. Riker slowly pulled out of her throat before she suffocated, opting at least to leave the rest of his load all over her face. Though that still meant plastering in high-pressure ropes that soon blanked her out and masked her utterly in his cream, coating her features from ears to chin in thick white gryph spunk. It left her sputtering and coughing, far too caught up in catching her breath to even moan, but her orgasm went on and on while canine and feline alike filled her with more, more, testing her limits, making her expand, bloat, stretch, slosh, inflate to the point she wasn't sure she'd ever manage to move again. Even a horny cat in the middle of a terrible heat wasn't unbreakable.

The only downside of getting fucked so perfectly was she couldn't fully enjoy the glow that settled over her afterwards. She couldn't feel much of anything at all. Nobody moved much for a while. Blisk rumbled. Dante thumped his tail on the bed. Riker stroked his cock just to make sure the last few watery spurts landed in her hair. Her belly pressed down on the husky's own, squishy and loudly gurgling while she tried to deal with all the cum in her womb and stomach alike. The sabrecat pulled out of her eventually, giving her one last good nip on the neck before he rose, but the husky just held her where she was, his knot still wedged inside her to make sure she wasn't thinking about rolling over anytime soon. Her gut was so heavy it spilled over his sides, pressing down to the bed, wobbling with the thick, creamy contents. Her lip trembled as if she might cry for a moment, but instead there just came a long, screechy yowl once she remembered how to use her voice again, one more cry to express how she felt before she fell to silence again, utterly spent.

"Boys, I think this cat's done for the night. Better tuck her in," Riker teased, shaking his dick off on her sheets.

"I'd fuck her all night if she let me. Guess we know where to find her now when we need more, right?" Blisk teased, whacking her butt with his palm.

"I'm just gonna stay here a while. You guys go ahead," Dante said with a deep groan, rubbing his hands up and down Mahiri's spine. He didn't even bother to try to pull his knot out yet, mercifully. Mahiri was far too sensitive after four good fucks for any sort of stretching like that.

The leopard wasn't really seeing, but she could hear the sabrecat and gryphon leaving her place behind as casually as they'd entered. Something told her she was going to see them again, or she hoped so at least. She was going to need some help doing anything while she was massively pregnant with all their offspring in the months to come. Idle thoughts of leopard hybrids, of spotty huskies, sabres, and gryphs alike danced through her mind, but she was far too fucked to think for much longer. Instead, she laid her cum-drenched head down on Dante's shoulder and closed her eyes, content to be a sex-soaked blanket for as long as he wanted to stay inside her. Whatever her evening plans might have been, they weren't going to involve her leaving that bed until she'd rested off that studly gangbang. And as for her plans over the rest of the year, she was just going to have to adapt them for how pregnant she was going to be, glowing and plump, carrying the offspring of three handsome young studs she just happened to make eyes with when she was in heat. As far as impulsively feline decisions went, she felt like she'd made worse.