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Succubus Sorority: Part 2

By MisstressChange

Jessica took the last step up the stairs to the sorority house's second floor, reaching the hallway above. The vixen briefly noticed the door to Trisha and Ashley's room shut out of her peripheral view. Her ears twitched at the sharp sound of the doorknob clicking into place. However, she thought little of it and started toward the door next to it. The room that belonged to her and her roommate, Stacey.

The vixen reached for the doorknob and turned it, opening the door to the space she was the most familiar with. Everything was how she'd left it, except for the floor, which was littered with Stacey's clothes, underwear and all. Her panty drawer had been left open, too, and looked like it had been rummaged through.

"How many times have I told that feline bitch to pick up her shit?" She asked herself in irritation. She stepped in and kicked some of the snow leopard's clothes closer away from her side of the room. Then, scoffing, she set her purse down on her desk and pulled her office chair out, and plopped herself down in it.

Unfolding her laptop, she opened the word document containing her sociology essay and began looking it over. She had been working diligently on it all week. All she wanted was to get it over with before the weekend so she could party. An exasperated sigh left her throat as she prepared for an evening of slaving in the glow of her screen.

After a few minutes of scanning the document, a sudden and loud but muffled thump came from Trisha and Ashley's room next door. She jumped a little at the unexpected noise that momentarily shook the walls of her room. Her head snapped back to the wall separating both. A few of Stacey's things that hung from her wall were swaying ever so slightly, clearly molested by the thud.

A frown scrunched her brow, and she got up from her chair. Then, walking over to the wall from whence the noise came, she kneeled on Stacy's bed and gave the gyprock a couple light slaps. "Will you two lesbos keep it down?!" It had been a long day, and Jessica was having none of their rambunctiousness. "Jesus Christ. Can't get anything done around here without someone being a nuisance." Speaking to herself once again.

She sat back down and tried to focus on her paper. Yet the more she tried, the harder it got. There was a feeling growing within her, particularly in her nether regions. It was the same feeling she got when her boyfriend, Nick, would treat her just right. When he teased her body and whispered naughty things into her ear.

The vixen blushed under her fur, and her heart beat faster. She looked around the room in a confused manner. Confusion rose as quickly as the unexplained heat slowly taking over her rational thought. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked back to the screen.

"Ok, Jess, just focus. We're almost done, let's just finish the paper, and we can take care of this." She forced herself to read the sentences she had written earlier that week. However, as she read, she found the words to be something different all their own. They had nothing to do with the subject matter. They were random sentences of various lewd suggestions, and as she read them, she found she couldn't stop and found the heat within her stoking.

Touch yourself. Slide your hand up your cute skirt and rub your pussy. Knead your nipples, pinch the nubs. Moan out shamelessly. Lose yourself in the lust. Grab one of your toys and fill your hole. You know you want to. Let go and let pleasure in. touch yourself...

Jessica panted as she read those enticing lines. They seemed to go on forever, replacing the words typed before. She was reading them in her boyfriend's voice like he was speaking right in her vulpine ears.

Pull your clothes off. Shed all decency. Finger yourself wildly. Find one of your sorority sisters to play with. Feel their body on yours. Run your fingers through their pussy lips. Taste their pussy juices on your tongue. Let them finger your asshole. Suck on their tits. Make them moan and cry out your name.

The vixen whimpered as her hand slowly crept southward. She found herself pulling the hem on her white ribbon skirt up, exposing the pink panties hidden beneath. Her fingers rubbed over the already damp fabric, and she began stroking herself through her undies. A relieved sigh left her lips, some of the rising heat being soothed for but a moment.

Her eyes continued reading each deviant sentence as her fingers pressed harder and stroked faster. Her panties quickly soaked themselves. She had never felt this horny before in her life. Her nimble orange fingers slipped under the wet fabric and ran through her sopping lips. A breathy moan filled the room as the first natural touch of her flesh stimulated her, her pleasure centers lighting up.

Get your fingers in there. Dive right in. Taste your own juices. Moan out loud. You know you like it. You're a whore. Play with your ass. Sniff your soaking panties. Let yourself slip away. Cast yourself down the river of desire.

She made a needy groan. Her fingers circled her engorged clit, but soon her thumb took over so the rest of her digits could plunge into her hole. She panted once more. Every few breaths coming out as moans. She kept reading the erotic lines of the warped essay. Her eyes were glued to the screen, tears running down her face, unable to blink.

There are no boundaries. Fuck your friends. Your classmates. Your teachers. Your family. Give yourself to anyone. Your holes belong to everyone. You are but a plaything to be used.

Time was nothing to her anymore. She didn't know how long she sat there, reading the ever-depraved words on her screen. Her fingers worked herself over while her thumb danced over her clit. Her other hand lifted her pink shirt, along with her D-cup bra, over her breasts, letting her white, furry, mammary flesh spill out. Her fingers kneaded themselves into the dark nipples standing erect in the centers.

That's when her ears twitched, pivoting toward the door far off to the right. Through her lust-induced trance, she heard the doorknob turn and the subsequent creaking of the hinges as it slowly opened. Every alarm went off in Jessica's brain, telling her to stop before she got caught. Yet, she couldn't physically stop herself. That would mean ending the sensations that kept the fires within her from consuming her. She was too weak to stop.

The vixen shook, and she blushed harder as soft footsteps slowly made their way across the room behind her. Embarrassment became her, yet, the idea of being caught seemed to only stoke the fires she was trying to put out. She expected whoever was behind her to laugh, gasp or shout at her in disgust. But nothing of the sort came. Instead, they stopped behind her, and the person's furry hands placed themselves on her shoulders.

"Jessica...Look at you...." Stacey's voice purred right into her ear. "What a little horn-dog you are. Playing with yourself right in front of me like this. What would our sorority sisters say?" She teased. Her voice was sultry and soothing. Jessica's eyes were on autopilot, reading every lecherous word. But her mind was racing. Thinking and feeling a million things a second.

"S-Stacey..." The vixen started to whimper out. Her streaming tears began to drop off her furry face onto her shirt. Stacey tsked into her ear. The hand on her shoulders began to massage her, thumbs wonderfully digging into her shoulder blades.

"Such an erotic essay." Stacey started, reading what was on the screen. "I don't think your professor will give you a passing grade on it, though." She chuckled deviously, mouth closed. Jessica moaned out a whimper in response. "You sound so needy, so wanting." The snow leopard said with faux concern. "Would you like me to...help you out?"

"Y...y-yes..." The vixen whimpered out, half groaning. She didn't know what Stacey was doing, but she'd say yes to anything that could potentially get her the relief she craved.

"Good girl." Stacey's sultry voice responded. Her hands retreated from the vixen's shoulders, and the soft steps of her padded feet led away from the chair. Jessica's ears pivoted toward the sound of a drawer being pulled open. Clothes were leafed through momentarily before the wooden drawer was pushed shut.

The suspense was killing Jessica, her hands never ceasing. Her mind filled with possibilities as she continued to read the words off her screen.

Fuck her. Eat her out till she squirts all over her face. Let her finger you. Suck her tits. Moan and cry for her. Be her pet. Call her mistress. Your body is forfeit. She owns you. She will do as she pleases to you. She will cure what ails you.

The soft footfalls stopped behind her again. Jessica's triangular ears perked then folded behind her head when a *click* followed by a constant and aggressive *vrrrr* filled them. The vibrating traveled around the side of her head until a purple, phallic, seven-inch silicone toy entered the side of her vision.

"Here you go, hun. Go to town. I want to hear what sounds you make when you cum." She wobbled the toy further in front of her eyes like an owner dangling a toy for a dog. Jessica removed her hand from her breasts to take it, but just as her fingers went to grasp it, Stacy pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah. What do you say?" She asked mockingly.

"Th-thank you...S-Stacey." Jessica's shaky voice whimpered out.

"Nooooo, not Stacey. Mistress." The snow leopard said sternly. Jessica groaned needily. She felt beyond humiliated, but she needed that vibrator more than anything.

"Thank...you, Mi-...Mi...." She gathered the strength needed to debase herself in such a way. "...Mistress!" The vixen finally managed to blurt out.

"Good girl." Stacey purred her praise. A shot of pleasure ran through Jessica, dousing some of the flames within her. A switch flicked on in her mind, and suddenly, she no longer felt humiliated by her situation. Rather, felt insanely aroused.

Jessica snatched the vibrator from Stacey's hand and removed her hand from her snatch. Every moment her pussy was deprived of stimulation killed her. She frantically pulled her skirt all the way up to her hips and her panties to the side. Then, bringing the toy down, she positioned it at her entrance and pushed it in.

A loud, drawn-out, and breathy moan filled the room. It was music to Stacey's ears. Jessica's legs quivered, and her free hand dropped to stroke her clitoris. She thrust the vibrating toy as far into herself as she could, then pulled it outward. She repeated these movements, orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Such a naughty girl you are, Jessica. Getting off in front of your roommate." Her words filled the vixen's pinned back ears. Furry hands placed themselves on Jessica's shoulders once more. They sank down to her breasts, where her leopard fingers began working on the girl's nipples. Louder moans filled the room as Jessica drowned in a sea of ecstasy. The fires of lust within the vixen became a caressing warmth that made her feel complete.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like playing with me, crave it even." She chuckled manically. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a lesbo!" She laughed wickedly. Jessica, instead of feeling ashamed or offended by Stacey's words, agreed with her.

Through the mind-bending sensations wracking her body, she imagined kissing the snow leopard. She imagined getting nude with her and spending a steamy evening with her in their room. They'd lick each other, everywhere. She'd let Stacey put on a strap on and fuck her. She'd let her leash her, collar her. Dress her up in the most erotic fetish gear. The idea of being with the snow leopard saturated her thoughts, and she wanted nothing more than to be with her.

"Y-yeah..." The vixen meekly moaned out.

"Yeah?!" Stacey laughed again. "You want to bend over for me? Let me fuck you?" She paused, adding dramatic effect. Finally, the snow leopard bent over to get her muzzle closer to her triangular ears. "Worship me, even?" She murmured sharply.

"Yes! Please!" Jessica cried out. "I love you, Stacey!" She was on the verge of orgasm.

"Good girl...Cum for me." The leopard commanded. And cum she did...

Jessica's whole body shook. Her voice caught in her throat before she inhaled a large breath, expelling it in an elative scream of pure bliss. Fluid squirted over the vibrator and, thus, her hand as well. The vixen's eyes finally left her laptop screen, rolling into the back of her head. The laptop screen suddenly cracked and went black. Her orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity, but as with everything else, it eventually came to an end.

Stacey withdrew from the girl, stepping away from her and standing in the middle of the room. She awaited what came next, knowing Jessica's libido would come roaring back. The vixen panted and cooed, groaned, and gasped. She pulled the toy from her pussy, still humming at full strength. Lazily she held it to her side. Her weak hands could not grasp it for long, and it fell to the carpeted floor with a thump.

Jessica thought it was done, over with, that she could roll into bed and pass out or go back to doing her essay. But another feeling within her told her differently. The comforting warmth that embraced her earlier began stoking again, roaring up into a lustful fire, just as before. Something within her had been changed, been corrupted, and she needed more.

The office chair toppled behind the vixen as she stood up. She turned around to face Stacey, her new love and desire. Her tears had run her eyeliner down her face, which looked tortured with need and yearning. She took in the sight of the leopard in her black lingerie, eyes wide.

Most of her looked like she always had. But, what took Jessica aback was the large, obsidian-colored horns protruded backward from her head, and the broad, black bat wings spread out from behind her. Her thick tail swayed, tipped with a wicked spade. She looked menacing yet, so, so sexy.

"What h-happened to you, Stacey?" She couldn't help but stare at the deamon girl's form, visions of dirty actions penetrating her thoughts. "What's happening to me?" She asked, whimpering. Her hands absentmindedly going back to her pussy and nipples, trying to resist the spreading fires inside her.

"None of this really matters, Jessica." The leopard crossed her arms sternly. "What matters is that you can't seem to quell that libido of yours, right?" Her eyebrow raised, awaiting the vixen's answer.

"Yes...YES! Please, Stacey, I want this to stop!" her hands dug into her hole, and she grunted at the feeling. "I...I can't stop...." She spoke in a defeated tone. New tears ran down her face.

"I can make it stop. You only have to give in to me." Stacey said plainly. "Show me your devotion, and I will make it all go away." Her arms uncrossed, and one of her furry hands stroked up her own thigh, stopping next to her sticky pussy. "Come here and lick me, slut." She commanded.

Jessica stared at the leopard for a moment, then looked down at her own hands, betraying her sense of decency. She looked back at the deamon leopard and whimpered needily. Finally, she gave in. Her will had broken.

"Y-yes...Mistress." Another shot of pleasure coursed through her body, and she shivered, her fur ruffling. The vixen stripped out of her clothes and stepped forward, kneeling in front of Stacey. The leopard pulled her lacy silk panties to the side, leaving her slick pussy on display. The fur around it remained sticky from her time with the lesser succubi. Grunting softly, Jessica bent forward and planted her muzzle in the deamon's snatch.

Her tongue sprang forth and lapped at the musty flesh, tasting her mistress's sweet nectar. Stacey placed her other hand on the girl's head between her triangular ears and held it in place. She hummed in satisfaction. Reveling in the sensation received from her plaything.

"Very good girl. So eager to please. You'll make such a good minion." The vixen whimpered once more at her mistress's words. Her eyes closed, focused on her given task. Stacey looked down at the subdued fox and side smirked, eyes beginning to glow magenta.

Jessica's tongue quickened, digging deeper into Stacey's folds. Its slim, agile nature allowed her to slip into the leopard's hole with ease, tickling her depths. "Oooh, you are good at this, little one. You love eating muff, don't you, sweetie?" The vixen nodded her head the best she could with her snout buried between the deamon's legs. Stacey saw that Jessica still had her fingers deep inside herself. The poor thing must be dying for some relief. She should give it to her.

Stacey's hand grabbed the longer fur of Jessica's scalp and pulled the fox's head away from her. The girl stuck her tongue out in an attempt to continue licking the leopard's sweet lips, and Stacey chuckled mockingly. "Alright whelp, you've proved enough. I will release you from your torture...and take your essence in the process. Now get on your bed and spread your legs."

Stacey released her grasp on the vixen, who, immediately upon release, scrambled to her bed like a wild animal. She turned over and spread her legs, just as Stacey had commanded. The leopard grinned impishly at her prey. Jessica looked back at her, begging her to help. Her hand fiddled with her pussy, and her other hand pulled on one of her nipples.

"So obedient. Let's dig in, shall we?" Stacey strode toward the bed, hips swaying. She wasted no time kneeling in front of it and pulling the vixen's legs and, therefore, her body towards its edge. Jessica's legs lay over Stacey's shoulders. The vixen's head turned down at the leopard, waiting with anticipation before falling back onto the bed.

Jessica moaned as Stacey dove right into her nether region. The leopard's rough feline tongue ran long, wide laps over Jessica's flesh. The fox grabbed both her own nipples, tweaking the nubs and kneading the areola, trying to maximize the pleasure she received. She moaned and cried out.

"Oh god, Stacey, that's so good. Please don't stop. Please...*Ah!*...never stop." She could hear Stacey's voice speaking to her in her head. It must have been in her head, for the leopard was still feasting on her womanly mound.

"Give yourself to me, Jessica...surrender your soul to me, and the pleasure can go on forever." The leopard licked faster and faster, flicking her tongue over the girl's clit with each lick.

"Yes, god yes, mistress! I'm yours! Take me forever!" Jessica proclaimed, not knowing what she was succumbing to. Her mind was lost to the glory of sensation, the absolution of bliss. Her eyes began to glow the same magenta shine as Stacey's, and her vision of the ceiling sparkled and faded into an ocean of swirling pink and purple.

Stacey felt Jessica's essence flow into her body through her mouth. It felt invigorating, like years of her life were being replenished in seconds. At the same time, she could feel Jessica's soul binding to her own. When the vixen came, she would be entirely under her control.

Just like before, Jessica's voice caught in her throat. Then the walls seemed to shake as she emptied her lungs, unleashing a shattering cry, cumming like never before. Her orgasm released not only a musty fluid from her nether regions as she squirted in Stacey's mouth but also the last of her essence.

Her legs, which had been stiff as a board as her body wracked with ecstasy, slumped suddenly, resting over Stacey's back. Her whole body relaxed, her orgasm abating. The room went calm and silent, all except for Jessica's panting as she caught her breath and the rumbling of the vibrator on the ground. The glow in both of their eyes died down to nothing. Stacey lifted her head away from between the vixen's legs. She stood up and gazed over her new puppet's exhausted form, stonefaced.

Jessica's breaths eventually calmed, and she tilted her head up to meet her mistress's stare. She was still Jessica, in every way. However, inside, she had been corrupted. Her soul was trapped inside her as a passenger in her own body. Jessica would feel, smell, taste, see, and smell everything her body did as she went about her life but have no control. It was like a copy of Jessica had been put in control of her life to continue living it as she usually would, only in service to Stacy. The actual Jessica could only experience it.

"Thank you, mistress." The fox said, a longing look adorning her face. She felt nothing but love for the leopard that now dominated her. She pushed her upper body off the bedsheets with her arms and stayed there. She needed orders to follow. "What do you wish of me to do?" she smiled like she was meeting a friend she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Nothing, for now. I have plans for you and everyone else in this house." Stacey crossed her arms sternly. "But I must make sure my helpers have tended to the rest of our sisters. So, until I return, you can do as you wish." The leopard turned and picked the sticky vibrator off the ground. "Here, occupy yourself with this. I doubt you can finish your essay without a working laptop." She tossed the vibrating toy to Jessica, who caught it dexterously.

"Yes, mistress, anything you desire." The vixen shifted on the bed so she could rest her head on her pillows. She licked the surface of the toy thirstily before stuffing it back in her pussy, cooing at the vibrations on her inner walls.

"Good girl, have fun now. I'll be back." With that, Stacey started toward the door, hips swaying teasingly. Jessica watched her leave, taking in the leopard's supple ass. The deamon-girl waved her hand, and the door swung open for her. She headed out into the hallway and descended the stairs, looking forward to meeting the rest of her puppets.

Gabby, Sarah, and Emily sat side by side on the oversized couch of the house's den. Across from them, a glowing fifty-eight-inch flatscreen TV lit up the dark room and the girls themselves. Emily fixedly played the newest game on her PlayStation as she always did when a new game came out. Her black controller sat in her lap while she clicked away at its buttons. The lynx's legs were crossed on her cushion, and an intense stare covered her face as she hunched toward the screen.

Sarah sat next to her on the middle cushion. The otter was leaning back in her seat, arms crossed, as she watched Emily's female black jaguar character travel through a jungle trail, heading toward some marker superimposed on the upper portion of the screen. She had very little interest in video games, though she always enjoyed watching the lynx play hers.

Gabby, however, couldn't care less. The caracal leaned on the armrest of her side of the sofa, staring at her phone. Her left arm propped her head up, her face illuminated by her Twitter feed. The three girls were the sorority's only initiate freshmen that year and tended to stick together. They made plans to watch a movie, but they were forced to wait with Emily hogging the TV.

"Are you almost done, Em? It's starting to get late, and I'm bored as fuck right now." Gabby asked impatiently. Her eyes flicked up momentarily to the screen before snapping back to her phone.

"I just gotta finish this mission, and I can save it," Emily answered, eyes still glued to the TV.

Just then, Jessica came through the front door. The vixen kicked off her heels and headed for the stairs behind them. Gabby looked up at her phone and cranked her head to greet her.

"Heeey, Jess. You joining us for movie night?" Her tone perked as she saw the sophomore fox.

"Can't. Got an essay to do. Another time, maybe. You freshies have fun though, don't make out 'too' much," Jessica answered the caracal, her tone going from casual to mocking. Gabby returned her eyes to the glow of her phone's screen.

"Whatever bitch." She retorted, half-murmuring. The vixen started up the stairs to her room, leaving them be.

"What movie are we watching again?" Sarah asked, the quiet otter speaking up.

"The Thing," Emily responded. "It's an older movie. It's super good. Very spooky." The lynx's gaze never left her game.

"I hope it's not too scary. That last movie we watched gave me nightmares." Sarah said, her head sinking into her shoulders.

"Eh...It's more of a suspense, body horror type movie. But, I promise it's not as bad as the one we watched the other night."

Sarah groaned fearfully, unsure she could handle another night of hiding behind a clutched pillow. They watched some old exorcism movie last time, and even with Gabby occupying the same room as her, she felt alone and watched when they went to sleep. She had to run down the hallway to the bathroom when she woke up in the middle of the night.

"Don't be a baby, Sarah. It's all make-believe." Gabby said dismissively.

"I know...but...it still scares me." The otter whined.

"It's alright, Sarah. You can cuddle up next to me if it's too much for you." Emily said in jest, smirking as her focus remained on her game. Gabby snorted at what Emily said. "But, yeah. Just keep repeating: It's only a movie, it's only a movie, its o-"

The lynx was cut off by a dull thud coming from upstairs that made them all jump. Sarah in particular. The otter looked up at the ceiling. Gabby's eyes rolled upward in the same direction then moved back to her phone screen. She sighed in exasperation.

"What the hell is going on up there?" she asked with sass. Emily shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno, probably Ashley and Trish being weirdos." The lynx added. The notification ring sounded on Gabby's phone. Her eyes went to the top of the screen to see a text message from Sarah. She side-eyed the otter and saw that she hadn't even touched her own phone. It was still sitting in the breast pocket of her button-up pajama top. Her hands were fidgeting in her lap nervously, and her eyes were watching Emily's game.

The caracal opened the message, described as *attachment included*. Her text message app opened and immediately loaded a picture. It was a picture of Sarah taking a selfie in their room with their six-foot mirror.

She was dressed in a black short skirt and had tight, fishnet stocking on. Her upper body was encased in a fishnet crop top, and she wore fishnet gloves on her hands. Black tape covered the nipples of her C-cups, and she looked into the camera with a seductive gaze. Her face was heavily made up.

A strange feeling flickered on inside the caracal. It was the same feeling she got seeing a shirtless picture of a guy she fancied. She found it a tad odd as she had never felt any particular attraction to girls before. Thinking little of it, she decided to respond with an encouraging response.

*Cute outfit.* She typed, sending it off and going back to Twitter. Next to her, the otter started in her seat. Feeling the sudden and teasing rumble in her shirt's pocket as her phone vibrated against her nipple through her shirt. Sarah pulled out the phone and opened her messenger app.

The text *Cute outfit?* popped up, followed by a picture that took a couple of seconds to load. It was a selfie of Gabby in their bedroom mirror, dressed in jean short shorts. Her pink thong strings were pulled up through her shorts and rested over her hips. She had a plaid blouse tied up into a sort of bikini top. A pink choker wrapped around her neck, and her tongue stuck out like a brat. Her eyelids sagged sultrily, showing off purple eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner.

The otter found her nether regions heating up as she looked over the picture. Her eyes strayed a little too long around the caracal's body. She typed in her answer. *Yes, very sexy. :3* She hit send and let her hands drop into her lap, going back to Emily's game. The aroused feelings lingered.

The message notification popped up on Gabby's screen once more, and she instinctively thumbed it, taking her back to her messenger app. Again, the previous picture snapped into view before being pushed up by the otter's new messages.

*Very sexy, yes?* read a single text before a new photo loaded. The second the picture popped up, Gabby's eyes went wide. It was Sarah, standing in front of the mirror, the same outfit on. She was pulling the net crop top up by its hem with her teeth. Her hands were down at her skirt, pulling the waistband down far enough to show off the entire front of her black satin panties. The expression on her face was naughty and inviting. A sudden warmth spread out from her crotch, creeping throughout her body. She blushed under her fur. Her eyes darted around the otter's form, admiring the enticing sneak peeks and her seductive face. She had never looked at Sarah this way before, or any other girl. It felt strange...but....right.

She paused, hesitating before typing: *Got any more?* Her thumb hovered over the send button, wondering what might happen if she did. Something deep inside her inside needed to see more, and her thumb landed on the screen. She stared at the screen, awaiting an answer.

Sarah's phone rumbled in her hands and lap. She pulled the phone to her face and unlocked it. A picture loaded followed by the message: *Want to see more?* followed by a peach emoji. The image finished loading and sent the otter into a state of bewilderment.

The caracal had her short shorts unbuttoned and unzipped. They were peeled almost inside out down her thighs. The lower half of them remained in the same position as before. Only pulled down enough to reveal her thong. She could see the outline of her privates on the pink fabric. Her blouse was untied too. Orange, furry hands were clutching the inner sides of the article like she was about to pull the shirt apart and reveal her breasts. Sarah so desperately wanted that shirt to slip off.

The otter's heart raced, and her whole body felt warm. She was blushing so hard one could almost make it out from under her fur. One of her hands found itself crawling down to her waist, getting ever closer to her crotch. She wanted more, to see more of her roommate. And the girl was apparently offering. Why pass it up? Her thumb typed in: *Yes please* followed by a waterdrops emoji.

*Yes...indeed* Gabby's pupils dilated as a new attachment popped up on her screen. She swallowed hard, her heart beating in her throat. The caracal watched in agonizing anticipation as a new photo loaded. Then, it was there.

She had to stifle a gasp as her eyes took in the erotic selfie sent to her. Sarah now had her fishnet shirt entirely off as well as the tape covering her nipples. Her nipples stood erect, seeming to come out of the screen. But what really set the girl off was the lower half of the otter.

Sarah had her skirt, stockings, and panties yanked down by one of her thumbs. As a result, her pink pussy lips were completely exposed. Not only that, but her other hand had them pulled open, showing off the inner parts of her vulva.

Gabby nearly had a heart attack. She was reaching a peak of arousal. Unable to stop herself, her hand snaked down and pulled the hem of her long nightshirt up to her hips. Her fingers worked over her moist panties, rubbing her mound as she studied the picture. She wanted the otter beyond measure, and she wanted to do everything under the sun with her.

Her phone hand thumbed in a new message, this time being daring, wanting to express her true feelings. *I want to eat you out, soooooo fucking baddddd* Her mind raced, and so did her chest. Finally, lost to her own lust, she slammed her thumb down on the send button.

Sarah watched as the screen loaded a new photo. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled joyously. Then, finally, the image popped into view. Gabby stood there, shorts and thong pulled down to her knees. Her blouse was gone entirely, and her B-cup breasts hung proudly out. One of her hands ran through her wet pussy lips, while the other one pulled one of her nipples. A text popped up underneath.

*You want to eat me out? I want it soooooo fucking baddddd* Sarah read these words and gazed back at the photo. Her hand was already rubbing herself over her pajama pants, wetting the fabric.

Both girls touched themselves as they ogled the lewd pictures of the girl next to them. Their eyes were locked on their screens, almost unaware that they were masturbating right next to each other. Then, they both simultaneously got a text. Each one read the same thing:

*Why keep looking when we could be touching?*

The two lust mad girls looked up from their phones. Then, slowly at each other. Their eyes met, both still touching themselves. They subtly shuffled closer to each other, eyes still locked. When their legs touched, and they could feel the heat for each other's bodily warmth, they pulled their faces closer.

The two girl's mouths opened slowly, their tongues leisurely slipping forth. They embraced each other, their muzzles interlinking, tongues intertwining, and eyes closing. Their hands swapped over, going between each other's legs. Gabby's other hand came up to Sarah's head to scratch behind her ears. Sarah's hand wrapped around Gabby's back and rested on the girl's shoulder.

They cooed into each other mouths, enjoying the company each other provided. However, a boiling heat gradually built inside them. The heat of a fire that would force them to turn to further and further depraved acts on each other.

While the other two had been swapping pictures and, subsequently, tended to each other's insatiable lust, Emily had been trapped in a trance. She stared even more fixedly at her game, eyes zeroed in on her character. She was mesmerized by the hypnotic sway of the jaguar's ample bottom. While covered by leather armor, the outline of her pants left little to the imagination.

She absentmindedly guided the character to the waypoint as she admired her form. Her loins tingled with arousal. She always had a bit of a thing for other girls, but she had never felt this way about any in particular. Her character entered an area with a shallow pond that had a small island in the middle. A single orange tree grew from the island's soil. The water looked very inviting, warm even. A gentle waterfall arced over a granite cliff at the back of it. The water sparkled and shined. It was so perfect and serene.

Emily moved her character toward the waypoint under the waterfall. Much to her surprise, the character stopped at the water's edge to take off her boots. Emily tapped the buttons on her controller, never having this happen before. Usually, her character would just jump right in as programed.

"Hold on, hun. We wouldn't want to get my clothes wet now, would we?" Emily's mouth gaped we her character spoke to her. The game's camera was still behind the jaguar. She placed her boots on the shore and began undoing her leather armor. Emily's thumbs left the controller alone, no longer wanting to disturb the jaguar.

Her corset-like tunic slid off her body and was discarded over her boots. The jaguar peered back at the game's camera, as if she was looking straight at Emily. She gave the lynx a knowing wink and a side smirk as her hands went for her leather pants. Black, furry hands fiddled with drawstrings, and when her fly was undone, she started to peel the tight leather down her legs.

Emily's heart beat faster. She swallowed hard, mouth drooping even lower now. She took in the sight of the jaguar's voluptuous form, practically drooling. The tingling between her legs flamed up into an aching heat, and she could feel herself getting wet. The jaguar bent over to pull her pants free of her ankles. She tossed the leather articles into the pile of clothes.

Emily's breathing deepened. The jaguar stood there in her linen undies. She looked back to Emily again to ask her a question. "Should I take the rest of this off? They could chafe if they get too damp." Emily nodded blankly.

"Uh-huh." She answered in a whiney tone, almost forgetting she was talking to a video game.

"I thought you'd agree." The jaguar smiled mischievously. Her hand went up to her bra and lifted it over her head, dropping it in the pile of clothes. Emily could see her breasts spill out from behind. It only made her feel hotter, hornier. She licked her lips.

The jaguar went to the last of her clothes. She hooked her thumbs into the string sides of her thong and began pulling it slowly down her legs. The fabric caught between her legs for a moment, then followed her thumbs down to her knees. Emily's eyes teared from not blinking. She couldn't bear to lose sight of that round furry ass for even a moment.

Flinging the thong off, the jaguar was now buck naked. She took her first steps into the water without Emily's control. The lynx's arms twitched as her controller began rumbling on its own. The vibrations continued on unceasingly, almost urging her to relieve herself with it.

The aching in her loins was too much to bear. She turned the device so that one of its curved grips faced her mound. Without hesitance, she drove it home between her crossed legs, digging it into her moist crotch.

A breathy moan drew from her mouth. Her eyes continued to watch the jaguaress as she stepped deeper into the water. The pond was shallow enough where her hips never submerged. Emily could almost feel the water pooling around herself, like she was there with her character.

The jaguar reached the waterfall. She stepped forward, letting the water gently crash over her naked body. Despite the raging fire inside her, Emily could feel the cooling caress of the waterfall, exactly as the character must have.

The jaguar rubbed over her fur, washing her toned body. Her hands made their way from her collarbones, down to her stomach, and finally, her ass. Emily panted like a dog in heat, working the controller into her pussy over her pajama shorts. She whined and moaned needily, sticking her tongue out. Finally, like a Christmas gift she had been waiting for all December, the jaguar turned around to face the lynx.

Emily's motions sped up when her eyes laid their gaze on the woman's black, furry form. They darted from her tits to her crotch, then up to the alluring vestige adorning her face. The jaguar smiled at her, eyes fluttering, half-closed. Her hips swayed back and forth, and her tail followed it. Her wet fur clung to her form and hung from her curves, showing off everything enticing thing she had to offer the girl.

"Like what you see?" The jaguar asked, her voice dripping with sex appeal. The lynx nodded back, the character no longer just a character to her. The jaguar's hand rose up to massage her double D-cup breasts. One hand periodically went to tease her own pussy, sexy coos leaking through the TV's speakers. "Bet you'd just loooove to join me, wouldn't you?" She said sensually and dotingly. Emily nodded again and whimpered as she continued to grind the controller on her soaked shorts.

The jaguar stepped out of the waterfall and walked toward the screen, getting closer, the camera staying locked in place. She got so close her erect nipples looked like they could poke right out of the screen. She pressed her tits up against the 'glass,' flattening her nipples. She dragged her wide feline tongue up the glass. Emily had to muster every fiber of restrain to prevent herself from tackling the TV.

"Too bad you can't join me in here." The jaguar teased, head cocked to the side. "But you could...join them...." Her eyes looked off to the left of Emily, where the two other girls were. The lynx shakily turned her head to see Sarah and Gabby passionately making out. Their hands were down the front of each other's clothes, obviously fingering each other.

"You always told people you were bi, but you've never really explored that, have you?" Emily swallowed hard. Her focus on the jaguar waning. "Now's your chance to try the real thing." She chuckled lightheartedly. "I'm sure they'd be happy to have you." She was right...about everything.

Emily grunted and shuffled closer to Sarah. When her legs and hips were right against the otter's, she wrapped an arm around the girl's waist and leaned in, planting sweet kisses on her neck. "That'a girl. Show them how much you want them." The jaguar's voice encouraged her from the TV.

Emily huffed as she buried her face in Sarah's neck, kissing and licking it with abandon. Her legs uncrossed and rested over the side of the couch, wedging the rumbling controller between her crotch. Her free hand joined Gabby's inside Sarah's pants, double-teaming the otter's pussy. A muffled moan overpowered the other two's tender noises. A reaction to all the attention she received.

The two broke their kiss so Sarah could turn to Emily. Their muzzles speedily met, and they embraced each other with thirsting desire. Gabby took her place on Sarah's neck. The three made a myriad of soft, pleasure-affirming noises as they clumped up into a ball of sapphic passion. The fires within them blazing ever stronger. Then, in an uncharacteristic move of the shy girl, Sarah suddenly broke their kiss and pushed the lynx over on the couch.

"I want to devour you...I want to taste your succulent juices." The otter stated. Her voice was primal and ravenous. "Take off your shorts, Emily." She demanded, towering over the lynx. Gabby continued hanging off of her needily. One of the caracal's hands went back between her own legs, filling the void left by Sarah's.

Emily reached down her body and pulled her shorts down with her thumbs. She looked up at the otter submissively, blindsided by Sarah's newfound dominance. Sarah grabbed them and yanked them off when her shorts were far enough down her legs, leaving the lynx bottomless. She could make out the slick state of the girl's pussy in the light of the TV and went straight for it.

The otter ducked her head down between Emily's legs, thrusting her tongue out and taking a long lick of the lynx's privates. She savored her musky taste, her first taste of another lady. Emily gasped from the sudden rush of sensation and opened her legs further, giving her lover more access.

From behind Sarah, Gabby's upper body glided down the otter's back. She shuffled backward on the couch so she could bend over enough to access Sarah's rear. Then, the caracal pulled the girl's pants down her thighs and dug her muzzle into the otter's ass cheeks, sniffing her friend's sweet scents. Sarah lifted her brown tapered tail up and out of the way, so the girl could get as deep as she wanted.

Sarah cooed into Emily's muff, and Emily moaned out in turn. The three had linked together in the most intimate way possible, seeking the joys of pleasuring one another and receiving said pleasure in return.

Gabby blindly reached down to the floor while she ate out Sarah's ass. She had heard the rumbling of Emily's controller, which had tumbled to the floor and wanted it for herself. So when her hand met the vibrating plastic, she wasted no time pulling it up to herself so she could grind it into her own, moist privates.

She joined the others in vocalizing her personal enjoyment. The controller's grip kneaded hard into her panty-covered crotch. Her hand traveled up and under her nightshirt to do the same to her nipples.

The three girl's love noises filled the den. Their keen efforts to bring each other to glorious orgasm were made evident by any who might see or hear them. The three were getting close to cumming. The rush of climax building.

"Oh my god, Sarah, yes! Right there! Please don't stop; I'm so close!" Sarah expertly lapped through the lynx's folds, making sure to suck on her clit every time she reached the peak of her labia. Emily's legs twitched about as she lost control of herself.

Meanwhile, Sarah, as she ate the lynx girl out to orgasm, pushed her rear back into Gabby's face. She wanted the caracal to lick as much of her as she could. She reached back with one hand and circled her clit with her fingers. The otter could feel Gabby's fingers lap over her digits as Gabby continued to eat Sarah's crotch like groceries.

Sarah hummed and groaned as she approached her orgasm. Her ass wriggled back and forth in Gabby's face. Gabby hummed along with her as she worked the makeshift sex toy into herself. Her tongue never faltered.

Emily's moans reached a crescendo as the girl came before the other two. She cried out, and her eyes shut tight as she rode that wave of ecstasy. Her hands massaged over her t-shirt concealed breasts. Her cries eventually wavered into a series of whimpering moans, being washed away in the tides of lasting bliss.

Gabby was the next to cum, her thighs clamped around the controller like a vice. She whined into Sarah's pussy as her squirt filled her light pink cotton panties. Her body shook as her muscles convulsed and her thoughts were abuzz, her mind consumed by the blinding light of rapturous orgasm.

However, that sweet release never came for Sarah. While the other two came, she remained on the precipice. The otter growled, trying to concentrate on spilling over that edge and joining them. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never get all the way.

"It's not fair...." She snarled, pulling away from Emily. "Why do you two get to cum...And not me!" She cried out in unsighted frustration. Emily looked up at her in a daze, and Gabby pulled away from the otter's rear. "No! I'm not done yet! I need more!" Sarah straightened her upper body. Her head craned around so she could see the caracal as she sat back against the armrest.

The otter was panting and grunting; a craven look plastered her face as she looked between the two spent girls. The other two relaxed, having the firey lusts within them finally sated. But that wasn't the case for long. Gabby and Emily looked down at their own bodies, feeling the fires of their libidos stoking once again. They, too, began to pant like animals in heat. They needed more, and Sarah hadn't even had her first.

"You two get over here and finish me off! Now!" She demanded. The other two snarled back at her greedily.

"More? I need more! I had to do it myself!" Gabby snapped back from behind. Sarah whipped her head around to snarl at the caracal. Emily took a turn to speak.

"Bury your fingers in me, and I'll do whatever you want." Emily purred with primal sensuality. Sarah's head straightened back to the lynx, who was licking her own juices off her fingers.

"No! Give me my release! Or...or...none for you!" Sarah grabbed the collar of Emily's black t-shirt and, with unnatural strength, pulled the lynx up towards her, then subsequently pushed her down toward her crotch. She forced the growling girl's face into her soaked muff and held it there.

"Eat me out, NOW! Or I'll make sure you never cum again..." Sarah commanded. The lynx submitted to the more dominant girl and snarled into her crotch. Reluctantly, she stuck her tongue out and begrudgingly started licking the otter's needy pussy. Sarah kept a firm hand on Emily's head to keep her there. She looked back at Gabby and snarled. "You want to start eating my ass? Or do I have to make you?"

Gabby whined, getting up from her laid-back position and slowly bent down toward the otter's behind. Her eyes followed Sarah's as she submitted to her, vitriolic and scornful. When she could no longer hold her gaze, she shut her eyes and, defeated, started tossing the otter's salad.

"Gooood. Good girls." Sarah praised. Her hand softened its grip on Emily's scalp and instead began petting the lynx's head. Her other hand unbuttoned her nightshirt. With her shirt unbuttoned, her hand sneaked inside to play with her C-cup breasts. For the first time since the three succumbed to their over worldly desire, she felt like she might cum.

As her moans reverberated throughout the room, Trisha came slinking down the stairs from her room, intent on fulfilling Stacey's plans. She stepped onto the ground floor and circled around the banister. Step by step, she padded over to the tree on the sofa, hips swaying.

"Well, hello, freshies. Looks like you three are enjoying a little experimenting." She said in a mocking tone, stopping right in front of them. Sarah turned her head to face the bobcat, a look of depravity masking her as she panted.

"Wouldn't think you would be so domineering. But here you are, forcing these two to pleasure you, forcing them to get off on their own." Trisha motioned to the girls servicing the otter. They had their hands crammed in their pussies, desperately trying to stem the torrent of their libidos. She noticed the otter looking at her with desperation.

"Ooooh. You haven't cum yet, have you. I wonder why that is? Such a mystery." She teased the otter with her words, mocking her. "Ya know, I can help with that. If you'd like." She looked down at her nails in faux interest. Sarah growled at her.

"Yeeesh, give it to meh." She hissed, mind starting to turn feral. Trisha rested her hand on her hip. Her other hand stroked her pointed deamon horn.

"Ok, I'll help you, but it'll cost you." She said, smirking.

"Annnythhingg...." The otter accepted, not even knowing what she agreed to.

"Anything it is then. I'll take your essence and soul and that of your little freshie pets too." She leaned into Sarah. "You ready?" She whispered into the girl's round ear.

"Do it!" Sarah cried. Trisha tsked in disapproval.

"Please do it, mistress." She corrected the otter, then waited for the correct response. Sarah gave a low growl.

"Please do it." She growled again. "Mistress." She snarled at her own begrudged response.

"Very good girl. Ok, hear it comes, and so will you." She hastily removed her hand from her hip and grabbed Sarah's chin, pulling the girl's muzzle to hers. She kissed the otter, their mouths connecting. Her other hand ran down the girl's stomach toward her pussy. The bobcat's middle finger reached the upper hood of the otter's labia, the clawed tip resting on Sarah's pleasure button.

Trisha's finger bared down on Sarah's clit with vigor, making subtle movements to reach every nerve ending. Magenta-colored energy made her fingertip vibrate in ways that sent the otter's pleasure centers into overdrive. She tried to cry out. But having her mouth full of Trisha's tongue made that very hard, forcing her to stifle it.

Sarah's body was finally pushed over the edge, and she came harder than she thought was possible. Her muscles clenched and sized, and she shook with the force of an earthquake. Trisha withdrew her tongue and began breathing in from the otter. She could feel the girl's essence already leaving her body.

The bobcat helped Sarah's orgasmic energy radiate from her body. Her hands glowed the same magenta as her fingertip, amplifying it to the other two girls' bodies. Their high-pitched, whiney moans gave away how fast they, too, were once again reaching climax.

All three girls came together. The more submissive two's essence flowed through the otter and into Trisha, enhancing her already titanic orgasm. They spent what seemed like time in sexual bliss, and their souls became chained to the bobcat, therefore, Stacey.

Eventually, the three slowly came down from their highs. Their muffled moans died down to shaking whimpers. Finally, they became calmer, their minds returning to a more logical state, be it shackled to the succubi.

Trisha broke her embrace with Sarah and stood back up straight. The otter opened her eyes and looked longingly in Trisha's. The other girls pulled away from her, sitting back on their cushions with dazed faces. Sarah wavered before plopping down on her own seat.

"Very good girl's, you all did splendidly." She turned her head to she Stacey round the bottom on the stairs. She smirked at the snow leopard.

"Well, Jessica is all ours. How are the freshies doing?" She asked slyly.

"Very well. Aren't you girls?" Trisha asked, pivoting back to the three.

"Amazing, mistress," Sarah responded breathily.

"Wonderful, mistress," Emily answered casually.

"Just peachy, mistress," Gabby quipped back sassily.

"Good, I'm glad you three enjoyed your little experience together," Stacey stated, addressing them directly. She planted her hands on her hips. "Now, get the rest of your clothes off. Let's see how our little bakers in the kitchen are doing."

The sorority house's kitchen was an absolute mess. It looked like a battle had taken place upon the counters between various factions of baking ingredients. Flour and sugar blanketed the marble tops while splotches of milk and egg pocked the flour. A small pile of eggshells sat next to the sink, and bits of dough littered the space used for rolling said dough.

Julia had been making cinnamon buns to share with the whole sorority. Her friend and sorority sister, Rachel, had been helping her the best she could. Although, the squirrel knew nothing of baking and had to be led along by the cougar. An alarm on the stove rang out, letting them know the pastries were done baking.

"I'll get 'em!" Julia stated, answering the piercing noise. She knew the squirrel would probably burn herself taking them out, and with her more petite frame and muscle mass, she might drop them. "You stir the icing a bit, and I'll grab the beater once I'm done." She opened the oven and winced at the sudden rush of heat.

"Ok." Answered Rachel. She tipped the large mixing bowl so she could swirl her rubber spatula around the inside. Julia turned the oven knobs to their off position. She then shoved her furry hands into a pair of oven mitts and reached into the hot appliance.

Pulling the baking tray of buns from the oven, she laid them on the stovetop and removed her mitts. A soft upward kick of her foot subtle bump of her hips closed the stove with a clasp, keeping the already warm kitchen got even warmer.

"Alright, let's get this icing beat before these buns cool off so it can melt a bit." The cougar slid open a drawer and grabbed an old-style, hand-cranked egg beater out of it.

"Oh, I think your buns will never cool off, girl," Rachel teased, reaching over to give her friend a friendly smack on the rear. The two had always made sexual jokes with each other. Innuendo was their natural way of bonding. Julia chuckled and nudged the squirrel over with her hip.

"Yeah, yeah. Here, you hold the bowl while I whip this." She smiled as she prepared to beat the white icing into something usable.

"Ok, I'll hold the bowl. You make the cum sauce." Rachel snickered at her comment. She loved referring to the icing on top of cinnamon buns as 'cum sauce.' Julia giggled along with her.

Their laughter was cut short by a thump from upstairs. The two looked at each other, confused, then looked behind themselves down the dark hallway leading to the main staircase. "The hell was that?" Rachel asked.

"I dunno. We can look into it later. I just want to get this 'cum sauce' finished." She turned back to the bowl and stuck her beater into the white mixture. Rachel did the same, placing her hands on the bowl to stabilize it.

The cougar turned the crank on the side of the beater, slowly rotating the instrument around the icing. Gradually, the mixture thickened, forming the famous icing used on cinnamon rolls in bakeries everywhere. The two watched in eerie silence, not saying a word. They were both utterly focused on what was happening in the bowl. Neither knew that the other was beginning to feel a strange feeling materialize between their legs.

Their nether regions tingled. They tingled the same way when someone they fancied spoke flattering words to them or acted sweetly to them. Their minds were becoming absent as their imaginations created a loving partner speaking sweet nothings into their ears. Minutes went by while the icing was stirred, and Rachel's idea of 'cum sauce' seemed ever more appealing.

Realizing she had been stirring for far longer than necessary, Julia snapped out of her trance and lifted the beater out of the sugary paste. Rachel, also snapping out of it, was the first to speak.

"Can I lick it?" She asked in a voice that sounded much more sexual than it should. Julia figured she was just joking and snorted.

"Yeah, sure, I'm done with it anyway." Usually, she would have just passed the beater to the squirrel, but something told her to hold it out for her. She twisted her wrist and forearm to offer the icing-coated utensil to her friend.

"Mmmmm," Rachel hummed. She leaned in toward the beater, sticking her tongue out to sample the sweet treat. Her tongue made contact with the sticky white substance, and her eyes went wide like she had just tasted the most delicious thing in her life. Her hand snapped up and grabbed Julia's wrist in place, allowing her to lick the beater with impunity.

Rachel's licks seemed innocent enough at first. But as she continued, her tongue wrapped around the sticky metal wires sensually while looking at the cougar with half-closed eyes. Julia blushed. Typically she'd just laugh it off, but this time, something was different. A heat was growing inside her, spreading out from between her legs, creeping throughout her body.

Julia felt flustered, unsure of where this was going. She watched her friend's actions turning lewder by the second, like the squirrel was trying to seduce her. The cougar swallowed hard, the heat making her body so much warmer. She wanted to break the strange sexual tension between the two.

"Do...Do you like my cum sauce?" She tried asking playfully, but her voice was breathy and suggestive. A confused look marked her face for a moment. She found it very strange how her sentence had come out.

"Yeah. I looove your...cum sauce, Julia." Rachel stopped licking the nearly spotless whisk to answer. "I love it so much; I think I'd like some more." She bent suggestively, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out of her open mouth. She wanted the cougar to feed her.

Julia's heart beat hard and fast in her chest. She could feel herself getting wet, and she blushed even harder under her fur. What was happening to her? Why was she having such feelings for her friend? And why did the squirrel seem to be facilitating those feelings so well? Her heart beat in her ears, and her body overheated with unchanneled arousal.

"Ok." She responded, smiling coyly. She turned and scooped a glob of icing out of the bowl with two fingers. She pivoted back to Rachel, who still stood with her tongue out. Julia lowered her arm slowly to her mouth and stuck the icing onto the protruding sensory organ.

Rachel closed her mouth around the cougar's fingers, taking the entire portion in one go. Julia felt the suckling of her fingers and the squirrel's tongue wrapping around it, getting every last bit. The cougar cooed at these feelings. Her legs went weak, and her knees shook. No one had ever sucked her fingers before, and she loved it.

Julia scooped a tiny amount out of the bowl and smeared it on her lips messily. She wondered how far Rachel would go. Finally, the squirrel let go of the cougar's fingers with a loud smacking noise. She opened her eyes and looked up at her friend, whom she had been teasing. The feeling of egging her friend on sexually lit a fire inside her, and she smiled mischievously when she saw where Julia had placed the icing.

"I...Got some on my mouth." Julia started saying before having the collar of her blouse yanked on by her friend. She was pulled down into a passionate kiss with the squirrel, and she kissed her back. Their eyes closed, and their tongues sprang forth to tango with the other. Julia pulled Rachel closer to her. The kitchen filled with the wet sounds of smacking as the two shamelessly made out. The fires within them stoked higher, and with the kitchen already stuffy from the oven's heat, the two quickly found their clothes unbearable.

"Oooh. It sure is warm in here," Rachel stated breathily, breaking their embrace. She feigned a flustered tone, trying to sound far more innocent than her promiscuous thoughts would suggest. The squirrel grabbed the hem of her tight shirt and pulled it up over her head, taking her bra with her.

Julia stared at the girl's petite breasts in marvel while Rachel reached into the bowl and swiftly scooped up enough icing to smear it messily over her erect nipples. She looked up at the cougar coyly. "Oops, looks like I got some on myself now. Care to help a girl out?"

Without a second thought, Julia reached down and wrapped her furry hands around Rachel's thighs. She hoisted her friend up onto the island counter behind her with ease. She pulled into the squirrel and bent over, taking Rachel's whole left nipple in her muzzled mouth.

Her tongue worked over Rachel's tit flesh. The squirrel arched her back to give the cougar better reach, moaning as her friend licked her sensitive spot much longer than necessary. The icing had long been suckled off, But Julia was enjoying what she was doing far too much, and so was Rachel.

"T-the other one is still all sticky, hun." She said, insisting to the cougar that she change sides. Julia grunted and let go of the squirrel's tit with a *pop* and hungrily went for the other. New moans filled the kitchen area as Rachel lavished in the feeling of Julia's rough feline tongue on her nipple. The noises she made were music to Julia's ears.

While the cougar worked her mouth on Rachel, she brought a hand down to her jeans. She undid the button and unzipped the fly. Then, hooking her thumb into the loose denim, her jeans were pulled down her legs. The white cotton panties covering her moist nether lips joined them next, a damp stain marking the crotch.

Julia went to town on her own sex. She needed to. The fires of lust raged inside her, and she desperately needed relief. Fingers eagerly plumbed her wet hole, and muffled moans joined Rachel's vocal tones. An idea baked in her head as she diddled herself. Baking like so many cinnamon buns in an oven.

Julia relinquished her mouth from the squirrel. She kicked her pants and undies off her feet and backed up to the counter they had previously been using to mix ingredients. The cougar hoisted herself up on the counter. A light plume of flour shot out from under her curvy bottom, dusting her ass and thighs. Rachel observed her in an almost trance-like state.

The cougar grabbed the shaker bottle of cinnamon next to her on the counter. Spreading her legs apart, she dashed the cinnamon across her crotch. She looked back at the wanting squirrel cravenly. To top it all off, she grabbed a few fingers full of white icing and smeared it over her pussy lips. Her lady parts had already looked so succulent to Rachel. But now, they made her lust-addled stomach rumble greedily. She was starving to taste the cougar's sweet pastry.

"Want to try my...warm bun?" she asked, voice sweeter than the icing she had just wiped over her privates. Her eyelids hung down sultrily, inviting the squirrel to dig in.

"Yessss." Rachel hissed in response. "So...hungry." She nearly growled.

Hopping off the counter, Rachel flung herself between the cougar's legs. She planted her muzzle in the cavity-inducing muff of her friend and lapped away with unrestraint. Her large, fluffy tail swayed contently as she ate her friend out. A deep moan dragged itself out from Julia's throat as Rachel's tongue dug deep into her folds

"Oh, god, Rachel! Fuck," Julia's voice caught in her throat as she rapidly approached orgasm. No one had ever eaten her out like this before, not even her boyfriend. Rachel's own hand slid into her black, flour-dusted yoga pants so she could touch herself.

However, the squirrel found her fingers alone weren't enough. She craved more. She needed more. The girl felt around the counter next to the moaning, squirming cougar for something to shove inside her. Landing on the plastic spatula, she grasped at it desperately and pulled her elastic pants down to her knees. She aimed the handle at her entrance and pushed it in.

The vibrations from Rachel's muffled moans played into the sensations assaulting Julia's folds. The cougar cried out in joy as a result and placed her sticky hands on Rachel's head, pushing her muzzle deeper.

Rachel pushed the plastic utensil in and out of herself, her thumb hitting her clit with each thrust inward. Her tongue made sure to flick Julia's clit with each luscious lap upward. They were losing themselves to the conflagrating lust within themselves. Their only desire now was to bring themselves to climax, so these white-hot fires could be doused.

Julia leaned back and ground her head into the cupboard. She cried out as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over her body. Her muscles seized, and her legs shook, eyes shut tight as she rode her near-spiritual experience.

Rachel joined the cougar, her body reacting in the same way. The spatula blurred from being so vigorously thrust into her snatch. While her orgasm wasn't as intense as Julia's, she groaned savagely into her friend's folds all the same.

The two girl's vocalizations died down with their climaxes. Rachel pulled away from the cougar's crotch, panting, as did Julia. Julia's head craned downward and Rachel's upward. They smiled at one another as lovers do, the fires within them dying down.

"That...was...amazing...." Julia stated in an exhausted tone.

"Yeah...it really was...." Rachel agreed, but the second she ended her sentence, her bliss-stricken face drooped. Julia's face mimicked hers. Fear crept into their expressions once they realized what was happening.

The flames of lust, while momentarily abating post-orgasm, returned in force. The two girls' eyes went wide to realize that they were rapidly growing hornier by the second. Their worries gradually dissolved into craven arousal and their muzzled faces turned to lust-mad visages.

Heavy breaths filled the room right before the quick shuffling of their bodies as Julia leaped off the counter and pinned the squirrel against the island behind her. They attacked each other's faces, muzzles more trying to devour the other rather than kiss. Vigorously, Julia lifted Rachel onto the island, and both turned and pushed her down on its flat, floury surface.

"Lie down. Get down so I can lick you...so you can lick me!" Her voice shook with aroused rage. Rachel growled back at her showing her buck-teeth. The cougar hopped up on the counter and swung her leg over her lover into a sixty-nine position. Julia's sticky, drooling pussy stared Rachel right in the face. The squirrel snarled and growled with need.

"Give it to me! Sit on my face, you fucking bitch!" She demanded, lashing her tongue out in anger.

"Yes! Fine! Fill your stupid craw, you mouthy slut!" Julia spat back. She dropped her crotch onto the squirrel's face, only to have her pussy dug into by her tongue. She groaned a bestial groan and shoved her own face into her lover's slick and musty muff.

The two grunted and snarled as they ate each other out like predators feasting on a fresh kill. They went back and forth from their assholes back to their pussies, enjoying every depraved taste. But, as they went on fulfilling each other's degenerate desires, they found the climaxes they craved getting farther and farther away. It drove them deeper and deeper into an animal state.

Ashley stepped slyly into the kitchen from down the hallway. She smiled wickedly as she saw the two junior girls going at it. They were too far gone now, slaves to their own libidos. Their souls and essence were ripe for the taking.

"Oh my. Look at you two. I didn't know baking could get this heated." The rabbit giggled mockingly. "All that sugar really gets you going, huh?" She walked around them while they savagely pleased each other. Her hand ran along the countertop, returning before her face to observe the amount of flour it had gathered.

"Dirty girls." She chided playfully. "And already so messy too." She walked two of her furry fingers over Julia's back. "One could say you two should be punished. But. I'd say the both of you are experiencing punishment enough." The two fornicating girls continued their beastly growls and oral pleasure, unable to answer but listening intently.

"It must be torture. Trying to finish but having that sweet release only yanked further and further away. I bet you two would beg for anything to set you free." The two girls on the counter grunted and groaned in agreement. "I thought you'd approve. I can set you free, you know. All you have to do is surrender your soul to me, along with your essence. How does that sound?" She smirked at the lust-controlled girls, awaiting their inevitable answer.

"Yeshhh," Rachel eked out with a mouth full of pussy.

"Anything, please..." Julia growled out through clenched teeth. The deamon rabbit flapped her meager bat wings in excitement.

"Excellent...This will be fun. You two will be my first." She stepped to the side of them and stretched out her arms. A hand ran over Julia's back and over Rachel's stomach. Toward both of their asses. When her hands reached their destination, she let her fingers sink into their tight holes, lubricated by their saliva.

They groaned as a new presence invaded them. Ashley sunk a third finger into the two's asses, forcing another groan. Then a fourth. The two writhed in place, toes clenching as Ashley wiggled her fingers inside them.

Her hands glowed with a magenta light, setting the nerve endings in their ass alight. This energy spilled over to the nerves in their pussies. She giggled maniacally, knowing it wouldn't be long before she had them. But, of course, she had them the second they shared their first kiss.

Ashley managed to get all five fingers in the girls before they exploded in orgasmic bliss. They peeled away from each other's loins to cry out with the fury of a thousand thunderous storms. Ashley could feel their essence leaving their bodies and their souls binding to her, and therefore, Stacey.

The deamon rabbit instinctively took a deep breath, her head tilting up toward the ceiling. She felt their essence enter her through her mouth as she breathed. It felt so invigorating, so empowering. Of course, she'd have to share this essence with her superior later on, but that was half the fun.

With their essence captured and their orgasms abating, the two finally knew relief. They panted long sighs of content. It took a while for them to regain enough energy. The two groggily crawled over each other when they did. They sat on the edge of the island facing Ashley, legs dangling over the side, kicking back and forth flippantly.

"Thank you, mistress." They said in unison, looking to the rabbit. There was much gratitude in their voices.

"You're very welcome, ladies. I expect you'll be good girls from now on?" she asked like she was addressing a couple of children.

"Yes, mistress." They answered once more in unison.

"Not too good, I'd hope." A very sultry voice came from the same entrance Ashley had arrived from. Ashley pivoted, and the other two turned their heads to see Stacey walking into the kitchen. Trisha followed her in, standing behind her. The bobcat snapped her fingers toward the hallway, and Gabby, Sarah, and Emily piled in. The three playfully slapped each other's asses and pinched each other's bodies, giggling and swatting each other's busy hands.

Stacey slid in close to Ashley and placed her hand on the rabbit's shoulder. Then, wordlessly, the two embraced in a slow, sensual kiss, closing their eyes. Stacey breathed in while they joined, taking her share of the essence gathered from Julia and Rachel.

They broke apart, the leopard sighing in satisfaction. She seemed to glow with an unholy aura, and the two new initiates looked on with wonder.

"We need them to gather as much essence as possible for us." She spoke to Ashley, words flowing like silk. The rabbit looked back at her longingly. "They have to be as dirty and slutty as the others have to be." Ashley's face split in a wicked grin.

"Of course, Stacey, I was only teasing them." She explained, partly knowing Stacey knew of her intentions." She looked to the two sitting on the island. "Will you two be the naughty little whores I know you want to be?" The two nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, mistress!" They replied in unison. Julia then spoke up without Rachel.

"We'd love to give our bodies up for you." She stated matter-of-factly.

"And serve you however you'd like," Rachel added.

"Good!" Stacey replied. She waved her hand dismissively and spun around, heading for the door to the basement with purpose. "Gather round, girls. We still have work to do." Trisha and Ashley followed right behind her, and the other five followed them, Julia and Rachel sliding off the countertop.

Stacey flicked the hallway light on, stopped before the basement door, and turned to address the other seven.

"Down there are three more of our sisters. No doubt they have already succumbed to their...instincts." She brought a hand up to her chin, giving them a sly look. "The poor things are probably tearing each other apart trying to alleviate their ever-inflaming libidos. We should relieve them of such torture. Yes?"

All the girls nodded in agreement. Trisha and Ashley's faces lit up with malicious smiles. The other girls giggled and looked at one another with excitement. It was their turn to be on the other side of these demonic influences.

"Excellent." Stacey's hand dropped from her face and landed on the doorknob. "Let's reintroduce ourselves to them. Shall we?"