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Well, he didn't expect her to literally push him to meet her twin. Michael found himself staggering forth into the awaiting pantheress when Mahiri so insistently shoved him from behind. The surprise left the lion all off balance, soon colliding with the equally off-guard black cat who barely managed to catch him in time. He ended up colliding with those ample pillows in the form of the dark leopardess' hefty tits. That cushioned the blow nicely while she caught him, arms around him, laughing at her sister's deviance. Not three seconds of them holding each other and they were already exchanging rumbles, those big-cat vibrations that were about as close to purrs as they could get, and just as effective at showing their affection and interest alike. Mahiri just strolled up beside them in those moments, looking terribly proud of herself. She knew that'd work.

The violet-themed dwelling was warm and cozy, if dimly lit. Mira seemed to prefer the light of candles to anything electrical, giving the whole place a shadowy, romantic glow. Such a thing mixed well with the sultry pantheress before him. She looked a lot like Mahiri, but he got a whole different feeling from her. Mahiri could be wild, but Mira seemed so laid-back, so perpetually relaxed that just being around her made him want to stretch out and have a nap with her. That seemed her style. Yet he could still feel a flash of intensity in her eyes. The purple nicely matched the decor. Surely a big cat still had that feline side that all of them did, including himself. Before he could contemplate the soft black cat further, Mahiri piped right up.

"Okay, so!" The brighter cat swished her tail with obvious excitement. "Michael, Mira. Mira, Michael."

"I've heard about you. All kinds of stories, really," Mira said, her voice softer than Mahiri's own, maybe carrying a slightly different accent too. Michael wasn't quite sure which.

He ended up feeling a wave of heat in his cheeks, shifting his eyes to the leopard, wondering what exactly she'd been saying about him. Before he could comment, Mira went on.

"So, I get to share you, hm? Is that the deal? It certainly sounded as much on the phone."

There was something in her voice that left him all flustered. She could just drop her tone a little lower and suddenly every word resonated through his whole body, like she was speaking right into one of his perked ears. Her arms were still around him. His body was still pressed close to her own. Neither of them made any effort to move. She was somehow even softer and more shapely than Mahiri, even more ample around those fine curves. It meant she was a little chubby, sure, but that just made him want to squeeze her all the more. He hesitated on making the first move, just to be polite. If she was anything like Mahiri, she wouldn't mind when he got all grabby, but Mira, she was someone different. Even if it was easy to forget that, looking from one to the other. She was like Mahiri's shadow, like a cooler, darker version of her. Twins always had such a fun dynamic. Getting caught up between them was going to be even better.

"That's the plan. And he sounded so excited when I told him the idea. Now he's all quiet. I wonder why?" Mahiri wouldn't let up on him, moving in close, adding her rumbles to the mix.

Mira just leaned in close, lightly pressing her muzzle into his mane, taking a slow, subtle breath of his scent. "Cats have got his tongue, I think."

"I guess even cats can get their tongues got by cats," Mahiri said, pouring on the flirtiness, only to stop and consider. "That sounded better in my head."

"You tried." Mira couldn't help but chuckle at her sibling. "It doesn't matter. I like what the cat dragged in."

"You're good at this," Michael finally managed to murmur, only briefly pulled from the moment thanks to Mahiri's flub.

"I'm good at a lot of things. I'd be happy to show you," was Mira's swift reply.

Oh, she was really getting to him. He was already hard, already feeling the limits of his pants. Mahiri lashed her tail like a whip and moved in for a smooch on the cheek. Then Mira claimed his other cheek, and added a little swipe with the tip of her tongue, scratching it along his fur and skin alike. Mahiri wasn't going to be one-upped so easily, going in with a gentle nibble to the lion's jawline, moving down to his neck and mane, prodding at his fur with the tips of her four canines. He shifted his gaze from one cat to the other, looking deep into their eyes. From Mahiri's pretty greens to Mira's refined violet, basking in the intensity of their presence. How did such a pretty cat elude him for so long? It almost wasn't fair for Mahiri to have a twin. And, he had to admit, two cats like that, so similar and yet distinct, he was wondering about a certain something. Apparently, they could read his mind.

He ended up gaping just a little when he saw them make eyes at each other, come to that silent consensus on precisely the kind of show they wanted to put on for him. They moved their bodies with slightly surreal synchronization, as if they shared the same mind. Mira took her arms from around the lion and instead slipped them about the waist of her twin. Mahiri moved similarly, pressing bust to bust with the other spotty cat, stroking, rubbing, squeezing at Mira's waist and rear. The two cats rumbled all over each other, looking into each other's eyes, mirroring a sultry smirk until they met their muzzles in a kiss. It wasn't just a little peck on the lips either. There was nothing performative about it, nothing that was just for his sake. He could tell by the deep, sloppy smooching they pressed into that this was far from the first time the two of them had done this. They exchanged tongues, they sucked each other's lips, exchanging an ample amount of saliva as it flowed thick in response to one another's flavour. All the while, they were grinding, groping, rubbing against one another in every intimate way they could, until Michael simply couldn't resist joining in with them.

If they weren't all cats, someone probably would have toppled over by then. They were left shuffling about the room, pushing into one another, but never quite off balance. It involved a lot of gripping, a lot of squeezing. The lion helped himself to whatever he wanted, whether it meant pressing his fingers around one of Mira's heavy tits, or palming one of Mahiri's fine asscheeks. He got it right back, too. Mira wasn't shy about tracing her fingers down his chest, stroking his hip, dancing her attention just around his bulge before eventually giving it a soft squeeze. Mahiri squished her breasts to his chest, making her cleavage rise up into licking range for him to swipe his cross across what bare fur he could get. Two cats eventually proved more than one, and Michael eventually found himself with his back pressed against a nearby wall, pinned by their plush shapes. It wasn't exactly that they'd overpowered him so much as they'd simply overwhelmed him with their presence, with their silent seduction, with their positively feline ways. It even worked on fellow cats.

It was really starting to feel like time for losing all the clothing, but Michael's hands were far too busy to manage such a thing. Instead, he found himself just trying to fend for himself, trying to give as good as he got while she teased the hell out of his swollen cock beneath the fabric. It was enough to make him start to wonder if he could snap his belt with his boner alone. The pressure was that much, leaving him squirming, curling his toes, grunting a little while she stroked, only to sigh with relief once they finally loosened up those bottoms. His shirt stayed right where it was for the moment, but they got him bottomless, ruthlessly working as a team to strip him down until his pants were around his ankles. They kept him where he was, one hand on his chest at all times, taking turns holding him there while they too stripped themselves down, opening buttons, Mira letting her blouse fall open, Mahiri tugging her top over her head without so much as disturbing those crimson locks. The sight of two sets of plump cat tits bouncing up and down in front of him was almost too much for him to bear, ensuring his cock was standing straight up all on its own, caught up in what felt like one continuous throb, juices trickling from the tip, all ready to be lapped up. They reached over, pressing bust to bust, helping each other out of their bras, letting them fall to show off their soft, topless forms, looming closer, closer, before finally sinking down on their knees before him. Both of them.

"Does he taste as good as he looks?" Mira asked.

"You'll just have to find out. But I'm getting him warmed up first," Mahiri insisted.

The leopard soon took him by the cock and pressed that shaft right up between her breasts to be snugly squished and immersed in that soft tuft of fur atop her cleavage. Such a pleasure was enough to make him lose himself for a few moments, just caught up in a rumbling, growing, even mrawling stiffness while she massaged his dick with her soft tits. Her fur was ever so silky, so velvety, and they squished just right around him in the way he always loved. Getting a titjob from Mahiri was one of his favourite things, and yet even as she squeezed those mounds and slid them up and down he had to wonder what Mira's might feel like in the same position. Was her fur as smooth and sleek as it looked, or was that just the colour playing tricks? His gaze quickly returned to Mahiri herself when he felt the tip of her tongue dabbing at his cock, lapping up the offering of precum he had there, swiping that bead away and making a show of swallowing it down. Her eyes were right on him, head tilted back just so he could watch her throat at work, flexing with that exaggerated motion, left rumbling and hmmmming pleasantly at his taste.

Mira got right down there with her, pressing her right breast to Mahiri's left, urging the leopard over so she could have a turn. Michael could only grit his teeth, showing a pleasured snarl while she wrapped him up snug in her own cleavage, taking her turn at stroking him up and down between those lovely cat boobs. In truth she felt almost the same as Mahiri, maybe just ever so slightly smoother. When he briefly closed his eyes, he could hardly tell the difference, but he didn't keep them closed for long. Watching that silky cat sliding her tits up and down his cock was half the delight. He loved seeing how his leaking juices smeared and streaked her fur with his excess lust. Eventually, he couldn't help thrusting a little, fucking those panther tits, pressing his dick up near her lips for her to smooch. She did so subtly, even while giving his cock a good grind in her cleavage, teasing him with the prospect of more, puffing her warm breath over his bare tip. That just made him all the more worked up at the idea of her sucking his cock. He did his best to be patient, even if it meant digging his claws into the wall while they worked on him.

Mahiri and Mira soon teamed up, turning to the side so they could get his dick between both their busts at once. They squished so closely together, compressing their breasts in the process, that they could have kissed if it wasn't for that lion cock pulsing wildly right between their muzzles. Instead, they worked on licking him, slathering him up with those intensely stimulating tongues. He snorted out at the first double-slurp. One was good enough, but the tingling sensations of both spotted cats licking his dick at the same time, working just out of unison to make sure there was never a moment he wasn't getting stroked with those rough tongues, it was almost too much. He found himself slowly sliding down the wall, unable to remain on his own two feet. Now and then his hips just seemed to work on their own, humping forward, pressing up between those gorgeous racks while they so salaciously spoiled him. It felt so good he just lost himself in the pleasure, all awareness of his surroundings, and even of his own body. Eventually he just collapsed beneath them.

"Oh dear. We've killed him," Mira teased, working Michael's cock just as thoroughly after swiftly repositioning.

"Don't worry about him. He's endured much worse than this." Mahiri didn't relent either, just doubling up the licks, bouncing those tits, making the rest of her curves wobble with the vigour of all that attention she was giving him.

Knowing he was a big cat, and could recover quickly enough to keep going with those wild twins meant Michael could just let go. He gave in to the pleasure, to that steady stimulation of tongues and tits alike. They were already a sloppy mess for just how much they'd managed to milk out of him, and he made them even wetter when he went off without so much as a warning snarl. Just a stiff, solid pulse through his dick, going completely rigid, his hips jumping up from the floor where he'd fallen, and he came for them both. They remained right where they were, even if that meant taking much of his load right in the face. Mahiri got the most of it, simply by luck. She ended up with a swipe of lion jizz streaked across her cheek, clinging to her spots. Some of it got in her open mouth too, laying right across her tongue. The rest just splashed down over her breasts, splattering richly, hotly clinging to her bust to soak and mat down her cleavage nicely while the lion panted beneath them both.

Mira wasn't quite so lucky, left with only a few spatters across her black fur, a few splashes from the initial impact. Of course she wasn't satisfied with that. A little shoving later, and she dove down on his dick mere seconds after he was done cumming. As much as he was a big cat, built for extensive breeding, for quick recharges, it was still a shock to have her soft black lips warmly slipping down his still-sensitive shaft so soon. She engulfed him in the heat of her mouth, going all the way down on him, nose pressed against that little crotchtuft while Mahiri was left just watching her twin going to town on the lion's cock. Michael was left briefly flailing about, grabbing at the air, just trying to process all the pleasure that came with her every schlurp. She went right into overdrive, hardly savouring him, simply diving up and down, pressing her lips right to his crotch in a sultry smooch only to pop back and suck all the way up to his tip again. All the while, she had him grinding on her tongue, pressed to the roof of her mouth, plunging right down her throat. She swallowed a few inches of lion dick without so much as flinching, her violet eyes fixated on him the whole time. There was a sultry intensity to that purple glimmer amid all the sleek black fur, at least until his vision was overtaken by Mahiri's tits.

She wasn't about to just let him ignore her. The lighter leopard smooshed her tits right up in his face, letting one of those firm nips catch between his lips. She wasn't going to stop shoving until he sucked. He'd been there before. Latching on, he started slurping and slathering up that luscious tit, sucking on as much as he could at once while listening to the leopard's purrs resonating through her chest. He put surprising focus into it too for how good Mira's lips felt around his cock. Every time Mira sucked, he gave Mahiri another slurp or nibble, as if transferring the pleasure from his body to hers, and his diliigent work was warmly rewarded in the form of sweet cat milk splashing onto his tongue. Was she pregnant again? Or was she just inexplicably milky? He didn't bother to consider anything beyond how good it felt to guzzle that treat, to chug straight from the leopard's breast until he couldn't possibly gulp down anymore. Even a horny lion like him had his limits,and it wasn getting increasingly difficult to concentrate as the pantheress continued her work. His jaw fell slack as Mira sped up, driving her muzzle down on his shaft, toying with his nuts just right all the while just to add to the experience. Her fingers stroked ever so subtly along his balls while she sucked him off, rumbling on his shaft, her lush black hair draped over his hips and thighs while she guzzled his precum. It was a good thing he had that cushy pillow of a cat tit in his mouth to muffle all the embarrassing whimpers and groans that escaped his mouth when he blew his load for the pantheress. A lion had some dignity to maintain after all.

Mira remained right where she was, latched on tight while Michael erupted for a second time. He attempted something like a roar, but all he really managed was some wet sounds against Mahiri's well-sucked tit. A thick load of lion cream splashed down Mira's throat, leaving her drinking it without pause. She gulped, she glurked, she chugged that hot cream without any apparent need for breath. Only when the spurting slowed did she slip off that shaft and let him spray her in the face. A tight, circular grip of her fingers around the base of his dick ensured he didn't stop cumming for her, giving her that thick mask she craved. Plenty more trickled down to her tits, streaming over her dark spots, squishing into her cleavage when she squeezed her breasts together. She was nicely plastered and left all that lion spunk right where it was, licking her lips, giving one more swallow, and finishing off with a kiss on the tip of his dick as if to thank it for a job well done. She was still ever so far from done with him, and the same went for Mahiri. Somehow, he could just tell by the tone of their constant rumbles. They were two horny cats, and he wasn't going to walk out of there without satisfying them, if he walked out of there at all.

Before Mira could swallow all that spunk, Mahiri went after her. The leopardess pounced towards the panther, pressing close, mashing muzzles and getting intimately locked up in a kiss while she sat atop the lion's chest. They exchanged tongues a while, sharing in the taste of Michael's jizz, launching into another of those sloppy makeout sessions so they could snowball the last gulp of lion spunk back and forth. Eventually, their embrace had them backing up into position before he even noticed what they were doing. His cock managed to soften for all of three seconds until Mira was sitting on it. He felt that cushy rump pinning his dick down to his belly, felt her grinding back and forth, soon finding the sleek folds of her sex, and just like that, he was hard again. He might have even had something to say about the whole thing if it wasn't for Mahiri coming down on him. She made a pedestal of his muzzle, planting her pussy firmly upon his lips, smothering down and immersing him in her scent, her warmth. The clenches of those inner walls worked on his jaw, keeping him in place, nearly shoving his whole face inside. He really wouldn't have put it past her. If she wanted his whole head in her cunt, she would have found a way to do it.

Instead, she just kept him utterly smothered, squishing those lips against his, giving him a smooch of sorts while he all but drowned in her horny juices? She knew he had to breathe sometimes, right? Did she care? Apparently not, but he was content to make the best of the situation, shoving his tongue inside and letting her bounce on that a while. Penetrating her with made a positively exquisite schlicking sound, sliding smoothly over the fluids that coated her insides. He massaged every corner, every crevice, slurping the pleasure into her as if she were the only feast he ever needed. That was no lazy pussy-licking. He didn't gingerly dab his tongue along her petals, he made her cunt his breakfast and stuffed his face in to get all her hidden flavours. Her scent sustained him, kept him working, clinging to her thighs and hips just to pull her closer. She didn't relent for a second, keeping much of her weight squished down atop his face, soaking his mane with her essence, letting him gasp between the slathering slurps just enough to remain conscious.

"Mmm, you see? Not afraid to really delve deep. No hesitance there," Mahiri told her twin.

"God, that looks comfy. Kinda been thinking about sitting on his face ever since meeting him, to be honest. He's just got that look of a good seat." Mira licked her lips to get the very last taste of him, then shuffled forward, kneeling just above his spire of a cock. "But this will have to do."

Michael opened wide as he felt that sweet sex sheathing over his shaft. She slipped him inside and squeezed on him ever so sleekly, wetly working him with the tender touches of her tightly clamping muscles. Ever so firm, kneading over every immersed inch until she was snugly settled on his lap, sitting on his cock, facing her twin. The two of them swiftly fell into an embrace that had them locking muzzles together, working tongues so firmly into each other's mouths as to nearly swallow them. That took just a little pressure off of his face, allowing him a few wet gasps as he remained there, pinned by their weight and happy where he was, not even thinking about squirming away despite the state of him. He looked an absolute mess, especially with his mane all streaked and matted by Mahiri's needy juices, his muzzle smeared up with her wet scent, her pheromones working richly into his mind. By then he might as well have been hypnotized, drenched in leopard sex to the point he was ready to do anything she said, but he never forgot that he was a lion. That meant refusing to just passively be sat upon, making sure Mahiri kept squirming while he ate her out, refining his plunging strokes when he found the spots that she seemed most sensitive, most likely to make her clench up all extra tight around his tongue. His focus even managed to remain mostly steady while Mira started riding him hard.

Part of him wanted to burst out from underneath the soft cats, to pounce and pin and fuck Mira senseless, but she suppressed that urge with her eager bouncing. After just a few good grinds to get the two of them properly aligned, she started working him just as hard as he wanted to work her. There was no subtlety in the way she rolled those hips, thrusting down onto him, letting the whole weight of her rosette-bearing ass come down on his thighs with a juicy slap. She wasn't easy on him, pounding down, driving him deep, really rutting him into her perfectly plump pussy. A good thud on his balls kept them bouncing, kept them wobbling right along with all her ample assets. Her belly bounced just as much as her breasts and butt as she went up and down on his dick, ramming him home again and again, suppressing the resulting yowls of pleasure with Mahiri's mouth. It was enough to leave the pantheress temporarily winning the war of smooches, pushing Mahiri back, and in the process making more and more of the leopardess' weight come down on Michael's face. He was completely pinned, smushed, more or less suffocating but dying ever so blissfully he hardly noticed, and he never stopped working his tongue. Two fine cat ladies were going to cum because of him that evening, and he refused to hear otherwise.

The hot and sloppy symphony of slaps and huffs, of sleek grinding, groaning, and ever-present rumbling only kept getting louder. They were all mutually growling to each other before long, growing more violent, more fierce. Big cats could really make some noise when they were at the height of horny. Michael tried to roar, and failing that, tried to at least snarl a little. Neither sound made it past the barrier of Mahiri's pussy, leaving him all but shouting into her womb for how deeply she'd taken his muzzle. His mouth and nose were completely inside her by then, subject to every clench, every little ripple of those muscles as the pleasure made her contract. She soaked him, saturated him, bathed him in her lustful aroma, making her mark upon his fur. He wanted to smell like her. That perfume kept him pumping, kept him pressing back against Mira's every falling thrust, bucking her hips as best he could to ensure she thunked down on his dick extra hard. He didn't care how rough it got, didn't care if he ended up walking funny from having that chubby kitty go to town on him. Being inside Mira's pussy was bliss at every moment. He held on as long as he could, never wanting it to end, even enduring those trembling touches, those sudden flexes around his shaft that came with her getting closer and closer to climax.

Mahiri fought her way back, competing with her sibling for who could kiss the hardest, the wettest, the deepest while they fucked that lion together. His lips trembled inside Mahiri's pussy, the pleasure bringing him to a breaking point, and it was to his great relief that Mira went off first. She liked his dick enough to squirt on it, lunging forth for a sudden, final thrust and letting her inner muscles do the rest of the work. They pumped hard, massaging him to a soaring, searing hot climax right along with her, as if forcing him to cum inside her, completely bare. A feisty gush of panther juices made a mess of his abdomen, soaked down into his crotch, rolled down the inside of his thighs to pool around the base of his tail. She made such a mess of him and he creamed her up as hard as he could. A thump, a lunge, a buck and a grunt, and he just couldn't stop shooting for her. He fucked that panther full of lion cum until he could feel his balls straining, pulling up taut, tighter still, only to keep going. God, was he just rolling into a second orgasm? He wouldn't have been surprised if he was, for how good that silky panther pussy felt all wrapped around his cock while the leopardess remained planted on his face, refusing to give him more than the occasional gasp of air.

She squirted for him too, something he heard as much as felt given how deeply he was shoved inside her. A rowl erupted from Mahiri's throat to enter Mira's mouth, the two cats grinding tits and muzzles together as they rocked out their climaxes together atop the helpless lion. A squirt, a flood, a wave of juices soaked him from nose to chin, and well beyond. A river ran down over his mane, sticking it to his head, robbing him of just a bit of lion dignity, but he hardly cared. Wearing a plastered layer of leopard juices was like his medal, his trophy for his triumphant performance. Those cat sisters remained right where they were for a while, just sitting on him, letting him throb inside the black cat's cunt while the leopard kept her pussy slowly kneading on his muzzle until she was absolutely certain she'd milked all the pleasure she needed out of him. Only then did she slowly squeeze her way off of him, squelching from his muzzle, letting the remaining juices pour down into his open mouth. He gulped them down along with all the drool she'd helped him work up. She was one tasty kitty, the sort whose flavour lingered in his mind long after it had faded from his tongue, leaving him slurping his chops in her absence just to make sure he'd swiped up every last remnant of pure, concentrated leopardess.

Mira pulled off of him in one slippery stroke, momentarily shocking him with stimulation, leaving him semi-rigid and coated with cum. Plenty more ran from between her thighs as she snuggled up to his chest, joining the leopardess in stroking and admiring the sex-soaked lion. He got to rub them right back for a while, hugging around their waists, running his fingers up and down Just as the thought was running through his mind that he couldn't possibly give them any more, they flashed him a shared look that told him he was just going to have to suck it up. They weren't done. A slightly nervous grin came over him at the intensity of those expressions, those four glaring feline eyes boring into him from so close up. The moment lingered on and on, freezing him in place, making him wonder if they were about to maul him or something. Why, he had no idea, but cats were cats. Instead, Mira broke the tension with a long lick over his face, lapping up a mouthful of Mahiri's juices and making a show of swallowing them. The twins exchanged another kiss in front of him, one wet enough that he felt a misty little splatter on his face, and then turned back to regard them with those feisty expressions. Mahiri spoke first.

"Of course, don't even think about resting before you fuck me. I know how much you love this pussy," she teased, but she was totally right.

"And that mane ... hmmf. I wanna cum in it," Mira huffed, reaching forward to grab a handful of his still-silky fluff. It was only a little less elegant for the leopard juices clinging to the fur.

"Goddamn, I mean .." He cleared his throat. "I'd say I'm surprised at your stamina, but really, what did I expect? Cats are always gonna be cats, and I'm definitely ready for more."

"Of course you are." Mahiri gave him a shove on the shoulder, not enough to force him to lie back down, but he got the idea at least.

Such a funny cat she was. Sometimes she was needy, yowling, just dying to get pounded stupid by a big handsome lion stud, and sometimes she was a leopard, a wild thing who could break a bed with the force of her hips coming down on him. And he never knew which side of her he was going to get until he got it. That much was obvious this time. She sat down on his dick in much the same way as she had his face, her spotted back to him as she settled in, letting him slip between her thighs in a cozy reverse cowgirl position. Such a sight would have been plenty fun to watch, but soon he had a black cloud called Mira settled over his face. She seated herself mostly on his chest, somewhat impeding his breathing as she weighed down and got herself lined up. Digging her fingers into his mane meant she had a good grip to keep him right where she wanted him, pointing his juice-soaked muzzle between her legs, shoving his nose against her pussy, swiping it back and forth through the shiny glaze clinging to her folds. There was still some of his own cum inside her, but that was no excuse to slack on the job of eating her out.

"Ooooh, that mane," came the panther's huff. "So fluffy. Brushes the inner thighs just right. Go ahead and eat me out while I fuck your face, paintbrush head."

She had a way of teasing that sounded so friendly even when she was being a little mean. He could tell she meant it well, wanting to make him blush more than anything. She was kneeling on his arms, so there wasn't much he could grab onto. Mira ended up doing much of the work anyway, thrusting back and forth once she found a good spot to rub on, grinding from his chin to his snout and all around his lips. Of course he got his tongue into the mix, even if Mahiri had rendered his palate slightly numb for the overwhelming fragrance and flavour she'd mashed into his senses with her extended sit. He curled his tongue across her mount, swiping up and down her slit until he found himself sleeved inside, clamped up tight and wet by her humid sex. It felt as if he might simply vanish inside if she squeezed hard enough, but she settled for simply riding him, bucking those hips, bouncing that booty up and down on his chest while she made a toy of his whole face, never letting go of his sensitive mane the whole time, even if it meant tugging out a few strands of fur. If he had any complaints, he was in no position to voice them.

One cat was enough to totally take him over, to bombard him with all the sensations he could possibly handle. That smooth, familiar feeling of Mahiri's pussy all wrapped snug around his cock only left him flustered further, struggling not to just shut right down and faint while those lovely ladies rode his face and dick alike. That would have been most unbecoming of a lion, especially when dealing with his fellow felines. He was supposed to be all about stamina, all about going until the sun came up, but god, it was all just so good. The best he could manage was to roll his body beneath those weighty beauties, bouncing their buxom forms while they made use of him, harvesting all the pleasure it was possible to take from one lucky lion. With his muzzle stuffed inside the panther's pussy, his shaft so sweetly shoved up into that leopard, he found himself simply losing control, too worked up to even attempt roaring. All he could give them was a sudden mrowl, mercifully muffled inside Mira, that embarrassing cry of pleasure sounding much like something those two cats would have made themselves.

Too much, too good, too tight, too wet. Those were the extent of his thoughts while he felt that double-team pounding down on him. This ride was rougher than the first. Mira wasn't just smooshing herself on his face, she shoved him in again and again, fucking his muzzle, working her hips with steady, powerful thrusts. Mahiri meanwhile came down with nimble yet solid, impactful slams to drive his dick straight into her depths. She smacked her ass down on his abdomen, rolling her hips in deft, circular motions that massaged him in all the right ways. Of course she knew what he liked by then. How many times had they fucked? And yet, every time was as good as the first, every slide into her silky pussy enough to make him gasp and groan all over again. As much as he loved pounding her, seeing her skills at work when she was on top was just as satisfying. Maybe more, but he'd never admit it. Though it was getting harder and harder to deny just how close she was getting him, with those tight, constricting depths kneading every single inch he had on offer. Hotter, deeper, harder - the strain left him craving release more than anything in the world.

"I think he's close," Mahiri mused when she felt him desperately flexing inside her.

"Good. Let's make him cum," came Mira's voice, calmly as ever.

Despite her steady tone, the pantheress was just as close to the edge as Michael was. Her body remained tranquil, yet she clamped, she clenched, she squeezed those first few inches of whiskery lion muzzle until she simply couldn't stop. He took the full force of her erupting nectar right in his mouth, even in his nose, making sure he was utterly drenched with her essence, inside and out. Her taste was overpowering, yet he lapped it up as eagerly as he possibly could, scooping his tongue inside the cumming kitty, making sure he swallowed as much as he possibly could. Not that his efforts saved his mane. He ended up even more drenched than ever, his guzzling serving to distract him from just how rigid he felt inside Mahiri. The leopardess wasn't going to let herself just be ignored like that. Hearing those distinct climactic yowls from the pantheress, she doubled up her pace, thumping down harder than ever, drilling herself down on Michael's dick until he really had no choice but to give her what she wanted.

No matter how he bucked or humped, Mahiri managed to make him cum just seconds before she did. He ended up seizing up all over, possessed by an orgasm that simply couldn't be stopped. All he wanted was to just let loose and unload inside that leopardess while Mira made such a mess of his face. The panther's taste kept him stunned, kept him lusted up and mesmerized, ensuring he came long and hard for Mahiri. He slumped down as his body went over the edge, again and again, blending into a second cumshot, or so it felt. One long hot stream of lion cum shot straight up inside the leopardess' womb, giving her a nice warm load to slosh about while she sat on him, milking him with those constant squeezes. Her own contractions pushed him past the point of comfort, making him cum for her just a touch longer than he could possibly bear. From muffled groan, to choked gasp, to startled, whimpering cry, he soon found himself writhing beneath her. She remained relentless to the end. Only when her own climax finally faded from her nerves and muscles did she relax atop him, releasing her greedy grip, letting him relax and soften so she could slowly schlurk off his shaft, leaving a trail of his spunk stretching from her splattered sex.

"Better get off of him," Mahiri advised. "It should start working any second now."

Mira nodded. "Wouldn't want to squish such a handsome one. A bit of an anti-climax, I should think."

That was enough to leave the leopardess pondering. She rubbed her chin.

"Can it still be an anti-climax after we all managed to climax a few times?"

The pantheress gave a short, breathy laugh.

"You tell me, writer-cat."

"I'll get back to you."

While the sisters bantered, their voices seemed to grow bigger, deeper, resonating through Michael's whole body once Mira released him from the prison of her pussy. He didn't have to wonder why. It was a most familiar sound. Usually he was on the other end of things, but Mahiri had her ways of turning the tables on him, of making him the one to get all shrunken down. All he wondered as he gazed up to see the leopards towering over him was how they managed to do it this time. He didn't notice Mahiri using any of those trinkets she often wore, or invoking anything. Maybe she'd silently called in a favour from that one weird friend of hers. It didn't matter. What did was that he was soon reduced to pocket size, each second ticking by making him smaller until he was no more than six inches tall. Just like that. They waited for the process to finish and then immediately reached down to snatch him up, sharing him between their grasp, leaving him cradled between two sets of feline fingers. At least they were gentle with the tiny shrunken lion. He was little more than the size of an action figure compared to them by the time the unknown magic did its work, leaving the floor looking so far away, their warm breath hitting him like a gale of wind. It still smelled sweet, if lightly musked up by his cum.

"Mm. Just look at him. So soft. So vulnerable." Mira's rumble rolled through Michael's body, the vibrations reaching all the way to the fingers wrapped around him. "I could just eat him up right this moment if I wanted. One gulp and he'd be gone."

"Not if I get him first." Mahiri leaned in even closer, pressing her lips to the side of his soaked mane to lay an overpowering smooch. "Such a good cat he is for gobbling down. Nice and strong, even all shrunk like that. Perfect for a good gullet-kneading, and for a long, enduring squirm in your belly ..."

"Well now I know I need him." Mira shot him a look that left him staring back at the slitted violet eyes before him.

"Not until we've made use of him, of course."

"Of course."

Michael wiggled a bit in their grip, pushing at their fingers just to test how helpless he really was. They weren't even holding him that tight, but he remained unable to budge their fingers.

"I don't suppose I get any say in this?" he fussed, his voice so tiny he had to half-shout it.

Mahiri gave him a tantalizing swipe of her tongue across her black lips. "You love this and you know it. You're always telling me as much every time you come back."

"You make it sound like you always ..." He was glad he was too small and fluffy to see the intense blush he broke into. "You don't get me every time. I got you first."

"And I got you right back," the leopardess told him with a grin, and then down he went before he could get in a retort.

The sisters soon enclosed him from both sides as the scissored together with their legs spread wide and a shrunken lion trapped between them. He'd already been smooshed by each of those pussies, but now he got them both at the same time. They sandwiched him between those sex-slick folds, the remnants of his own fluids smearing over his fur while they set to smoothly grinding on him. It was a warm, velvety massage as they squished him in those soft lips as if smooching him. It wasn't long before it was more a matter of them grinding on each other, locking into another deep kiss, their curves compressed as they embraced tightly. Pressing firmer, closer, hotter soon resulted in him slipping past the resistance of their outer lips, entering their bodies one limb at a time. An arm buried in Mahiri's sex, a leg stuffed inside Mira, and then more. They rubbed together with the lion in between, fully immersed, buried in those soft cunts and feeling them knead all over his body. He eventually found himself flopping over, unable to withstand those thumping, pulsing walls working him, stuffed face-first in the pantheress and waist-down in leopardess while they made a dildo of him.

He was going to drown in their creative juices if they kept him down there for too long, squelching back and forth while they fucked each other with the lion stuck between them. The force of their driving thrusts and rubs made sure neither of them won out. Just when he felt like he might disappear completely inside Mira, get pulled up inside her womb for safekeeping, she bucked forth and plunged him mostly inside Mahiri instead. Back and forth he went, gasping when he felt the brief rush of fresh air between their strokes. The sounds of sloppy cat cunts slicking and slurping all over him while he slipped and slid along those richly lubricated walls was enough to leave his ears ringing. He was one drenched lion by the time they finally ceased, leaving each other in trembling, flexing lust but not quite finding release. Instead, they edged each other with some slow pussy grinds while they raised him up to dangle and drip before their maws. He saw them both opening up at once, as if they'd made the decision to be the one to claim him already. Instead, he got their tongues.

They soaked and slathered him further in the process of supposedly cleaning him up. Sure, they might have succeeded in slurping away those pussy juices, but he was left all drooled-upon instead by the time they were done. All he could do was gasp and sputter, left panting, soaking, a rain of juices pouring from his fur, especially his mane. That handsome tufted soaked it all up like a sponge. A faint squirm made Mahiri chuckle, but Mira just silently snarled, letting him see her teeth from up close. There was always something hot about that, just knowing how big they were, how deadly, how she could so easily bite him in half if she chose to, but of course she wouldn't. Or Mahiri wouldn't anyway, he wasn't so sure about that sultry pantheress. He'd only just met her after all. As the possibilities ran through his shaky mind, the big cats warmed him with their rumbling voices.

"I want him," came Mira's firm statement.

"I want him too," Mahiri purred back.

"You've already had him."

"And that's why I want him again."

"Hm. A solid argument." Mira gave a sisterly smirk. "There's only one way to settle this."

She raised the lion closer to her mouth, then leaned in for a kiss. Not with Michael, but with Mahiri, the maned cat once more trapped between them as they locked into a deep, intense makeout session with him as the barrier between their lips. In time they pushed him into their mouths, each of them taking half. Their teeth traced along his fur and skin, but he trusted him not to use them. No, he was going down whole, to digest in one twin or the other, that much he knew. What wasn't exactly clear was how they were going to determine the victor. They sucked on him like a piece of candy, further drenching him in their hot saliva, roasting him in the heat of their puffing breath that came swifter for the excitement and lust he inspired just by being there, so very succulent, dancing back and forth across their scratchy tongues. Now and then those sandpaper strokes were slightly uncomfortable, tugging at his wet fur hard enough to leave a little bare, but all would be fine once he was back and himself again. It always was.

It was with that trust that he rode their tongues while they decided on who got to swallow and digest him. The thrill of it all was enough to make him hard, make him grind their tongues while they sucked on him. Soon he found himself getting passed from mouth to mouth, rubbing against those textured slurpers, idly at first, then more deliberately. He humped and pleasured himself atop their tastebuds, his groans echoing down the caverns of their throats while they made out around the horny lion. From Mahiri's mouth, then pushed along and slipping into Mira's, and back again, until he lost track of whose was whose. All he knew was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of the moment, those messy schlurks only adding to his arousal until he finally hit another peak. They'd milked and drained him so well that it was a modest one, but still plenty satisfying, still a good, hot moment of bliss and fury that saw him squirting some tiny streaks of lion cum across whoever's tongue it was. It wasn't until he panted his way to the rumbling relaxation that came afterwards that he heard her voice.

"Looks like I win," Mira said. He could hear the satisfied smile in her words.

Neither he nor Mahiri got a chance to get a word in about the outcome of their little contest. A tilt of her head straight back and a heavy, powerful GULP was all it took. The pantheress pointed her muzzle straight towards the ceiling to let her sister watch the bulge in her gullet descending as she swallowed that shrunken lion alive. What a way to meet someone. The same evening he learned her name and he was already diving down to explore her digestive system. All went dark as he rushed into the embrace of peristalsis, feeling those kneading muscles rapidly working him down. Mahiri reached out to stroke him as he fell, lightly running her fingers along the shape of the prey-lion, teasing him and Mira alike while the pantheress made a meal out of him. Or maybe just a snack, given the size of him. One shrunken lion wasn't enough to stuff her, but she still purred with satisfaction as he plunged down that squeezy tube, his plummet assisted by that powerful pressure. Once he plopped down to the bottom of her chubby gut, he took some time to reorient himself, sputtering and struggling on the slippery surface of her stomach. The heavy gworgles rose up within seconds of his arrival.

She was a hungry panther, and the luxuriant sigh that rolled through her body managed to relax even him. Even knowing he was about to be digested alive did nothing to freak him out. It was a hell of a ride, and he was going to be back to talk all about it with her, in time. But first, there was the process of gurgling up and becoming her pudge, a nice trophy for the black cat's tits. Which Mahiri was already squeezing. The lighter cat didn't let up on her sister as Mira soaked in that post-meal bliss. The leopardess rubbed, groped, stroked all over, eventually bringing the pantheress down to the floor so she could pleasure and admire her while she worked on churning up the lion. Michael had just managed to stand up when the shift of gravity knocked him over again, sending him splashing down in the juices that sizzled up hot and tingly to soak into his fur. The air was thin and heavy, the heat was like being cooked, but Mira's chill state just seemed to rub off on him. He laid back and let the digestives overtake him little by little, submitting firmly into being his new cat friend's titfat. Mira was exactly his kind of feline, he found himself thinking as his thoughts drifted to something more dreamlike along with his fading consciousness.

Mahiri on the other hand wasn't about to allow Mira to just lay there and digest the lion. She made sure to offer as much pleasure and admiration as she possibly could all throughout the noisy process. Her palms caressed along the round shape of the plump black cat's belly while it loudly glurrrned away on Michael. Such a sloppy digestive process it was, soon proving messy beneath the surface, but neither leopard paid any attention to what was actually going on in there. Instead, it was all about the pleasure, the warm, compressing kneading that came with every churn. Mahiri massaged her sister, squeezed her tits, but most of all she focused on getting her off. One finger stroking across Mira's clit became two, and then she pushed those digits inside her panther sister, working slowly to pump in and out and work her to another squirt. The siblings seemed to purr as one while Michael digested, leaving him listening to their satisfied harmony, knowing he was bringing them both pleasure at once. Mira, for the delight of melting the living lion down inside her gut, and Mahiri, for getting to observe the whole process and help facilitate it with her tender rubs.

"Ah, almost there now ..." Mira spoke, just above a whisper. It wasn't clear if she was referring to her climax or Michael's sloshing demise.

The leopardess took that as her cue to fingerfuck her twin harder, plunging all four digits inside those sopping depths, making a mess of her whole hand as she forcefully pumped the happy kitty. Mira slowly raised her thighs up from the floor, twitching them, flexing up taut all over. That meant working those stomach muscles too, tightening the chamber, making it squeeze up harder around Michael's softening form. There came those final moments when the lion's nerves just seemed to fire off all on their own, making his muscles twitch, his limbs flail about. Maybe it was just his instincts telling him to be good prey in those final moments, kicking, shoving, struggling against the tide of digestion until there came that sudden CLENCH to finish him right off in a flurry of noisy churns and grumbles. Her roiling gut was left to its action as the lion within slumped down lifeless and consumed, ready for further processing into big cat fat. That final forbidden pleasure of finishing him off with her gut made Mira go extra tight around Mahiri's fingers, trapping them inside while she worked out a sudden rush of pleasure, gushing and orgasm that squirted and soaked both of them in that sweet panther scent.

Something about the prey dying within her was always the moment of climax. It was the same for Mira and Mahiri alike. Mahiri kissed her twin on the lips gently, then dipped down to stuff her face in those fat cat tits. Mira was a plump and ample feline already, and Michael was going to add to those silky black curves nicely. Maybe he'd be lucky and go right to Mira's lovely bust, for him to squeeze and admire when he was all pleasantly reformed. Mahiri filled that gap in the meantime, slurping and sucking on Mira's breasts one by one, climbing atop her to playfully pin her and slide her sex across the panther's own. The twins weren't just performing for the lion. They softly fucked, sharing in purrs and kisses while the pantheress helped Mahiri hit her own climax. No sense leaving her aching. The leopardess rubbed sexes with her sibling until she shivered with a peak of her own. Mild perhaps, yet still ever so satisfying, shuddering through her whole spotty body, slicking up her folds to further mix her scent with Mira's own until they were indistinguishable.

"Mmmf ... love you, sis," Mahiri finally moaned when her body settled down. She didn't move from atop Mira, still snug between the panther's thighs. "How was he?"

"I want him again. Already." Mira gave a smile, then nuzzled against Mahiri's cheek, getting herself settled for the rest of digestion.

"I'm sure you can. All you need to do is ask. Or don't."

"Mm. I like the sound of that. Think he'll want to fuck my tits when he's back? I want to see the look on his face when I tease him about making them fatter."

"Oh, he loves that!"

"Gooood. Thank you for introducing us, Mahiri. Give him my regards if you see him first."

"I certainly will. And I'm sure we can team up on him again sometime."

"I'd like that. I have a few ideas. I'll tell you after a nap."

Michael might not have been able to hear a word of it, digesting as he was, but his fate was already sealed. Of course he'd be back after getting eaten, and soon too. Mahiri alone was a feisty, horny feline to deal with, her urges sometimes even more intense than his own. How he was going to manage two insatiable big cats mrowling for his attention was something he was just going to have to figure out when he was, you know, alive again. Maybe he'd get them back sometime, both of them, or maybe they'd just keep eating him, whenever they wanted. Either way, those three cats had a whole lot of fucking and churning each other in their futures. That was just how cats were.