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There were very few places that would have been worse to be while she was in the middle of a deep, aching heat. Mahiri knew that well, and she didn't care. She delighted in teasing herself to the brink of madness, to the edge of going completely feral. There she sat, stretched out in a broad armchair not far from the stage while sleazy music pumped through her bones and many-coloured lights flashed across the spots of a pretty lynx. Ryan had all the moves to send her even deeper into drenching need, and she loved every minute she spent teasing herself to the edge of oblivion.

She watched his shapely form sway while the crowd cheered him on. Now and then she tossed him a folded bill just to keep in the spirit of things. His short tail complemented his ample ass, though her eyes were even more fixated on that handsome bulging swinging and bouncing with his enticing swishes. The music was nearly deafening so close to the stage, but that just meant she could freely purr, even growl a little while she wetly watched his every move. The urge to just shove her fingers down her pants and tend to her swollen pussy was almost unbearable, irresistible, but somehow she managed to keep a hold of herself all the way to the end of the show.

By the time the trashy song faded, she felt afraid to even move. The slightest stroke would have been enough to make her cum, but she wanted to ride the near-agonizing high of ultra-potent arousal for as long as she possibly could. It was a test of her own willpower, and when she finally got what she needed, it was going to be even more satisfying. That was her plan, at least. Yet when Ryan started scanning the audience, leaning back on his pole, lightly rubbing at his swollen nuts until his cock started pushing up from beneath the fabric of his thong, she knew her self-imposed challenge was over before he even spoke.

"Mmf. Some of you regulars might already know what happens now. I'm looking for a volunteer to help me relieve some of this pressure. Don't put your hand up unless you know what you're getting into, though ..."

Up went Mahiri's hand. She made sure she was the first. Ryan scanned the audience while she kept her arm stiffly raised, and eventually he met her eyes. Maybe the violent desperation was obvious, for how he smirked at her. Then there came the wave of relief that was his nod, gesturing for her to hop up and join him. Her legs were a little shaky beneath her when she leapt up to climb the stage. Maybe she was a little nervous about performing for all those lusty onlookers, or maybe she was just so horny she could barely even stand. Either way, Ryan took her by the shoulders to steady her, allowing the two of them to exchange fond feline vibrations.

"You're a new face around here. And a pretty one at that," he told her.

"Not usually my speed. But I had the urge ..." She gave a shrug and flirty smirk. "You're a very good dancer."

"Why thank you. Allow me to feed into your urges."

She tried not to glance back at the audience, even while they whooped and cheered for her. There were at least three comments about the size of her ass, and twice as many about her tits. She was one of the only women in the audience, meaning she had legions of slavering males ogling her as Ryan gently ran his hands along her sides to examine her curves. The onlookers were all but leaping out of their chairs for a chance at the both of them, but there was an almost sacred respect for the show. Nobody dared interrupt when they knew what came next was well worth waiting for.

"Let's get you out of those clothes. Move your hips like this. The people want a show."

"The people?" she found herself blurting, as if she'd forgotten how many people were watching her right until that very moment.

If she'd known she'd end up stripping for a crowd, she might have dressed more conveniently. It took some unzipping and loosening to properly strip off the layers of her outfit, tugging a top over her head, wiggling tight-fitting pants down her thighs. Garments inched off her spots with swishes and sways the whole time, teasing their raucous audience with every single revealed rosette. Eventually she was left in an oversized bra that kept her hefty, slightly heat-swollen tits in place, and a pair of soaked panties clinging to the outline of her sex. There was plenty of noise from the crowd at the sight of that. She tried to tune the crowd out as much as she could. It was too much of a distraction from the important task at hand. Once he had a good look at her mostly-naked body, Ryan fixed his gaze firmly between her thighs, taking hold of her hips once more.

"Ohh? Someone was enjoying the routine, it seems. Or maybe it's more than that, hmm? Let's see."

She didn't have a response for that. He squeezed her ass a few times on the way down. She stood still and a bit stiff while he knelt before her, unsure of what she was supposed to be doing. What made her a good performer? Should she have been teasing the onlookers at every moment, or simply doing what came naturally? It was by pure instinct that she seized him by the head and hair with a sudden feisty yowl when he pressed his nose warmly into her barely-covered pussy and took a deep sniff. That was enough to absolutely drenched his senses, to swell his chest with the rich scent of her heated lust. More than just arousal, that was the perfume of utter need. She watched him with her teeth clenched as his eyes went a little wide a moment as if surprised by how potently fragrant she was. He swiftly settled to a purr after that.

"Oh my. I think someone's in heat. Better make sure though."

The slow slurp across the fabric of her panties was still plenty successful in sampling her intensely feminine flavour even with that soaked barrier between her tongue and bare pussy. The lynx took his time with it. He closed his eyes and dragged his rough tongue from the very base of her sex all the way to her swollen clit, making sure to mash and grind that tingling texture on her overly sensitive, puffy folds all the way. The leopardess did her best to stay on her feet despite the shaking in her legs while she endured that scratching pleasure, though she couldn't help but mewl a little once he pressed deeply enough.

He didn't simply swipe across those clearly outlined details. He pressed right in to lightly penetrate her with his tongue, slowly dragging back and forth along her most tender spots. A little curl of his tongue helped him peel those panties out of the way, unsticking them from those slick lips so he could get a proper taste of her. He wetly feasted upon her juicy pussy, slipping and slopping until there was a generous streak of his own saliva mixing with her freely flowing juices. They cascaded down his chin, down her thighs, dripping all the way to the bottom of the stage. The rich dose of heated pheromones on his tongue was sure to tell him exactly what he needed to know.

"Oh yes. That's the taste of a kitty in the prime of her season," he shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. The response was as uproarious as she expected. Then he tilted his head at her, wearing a grin on his dripping face as he spoke more covertly.. "What are you doing in a place like this when you're that ripe? Unless you're looking to get bred ..."

Mahiri glanced up at the audience for just a moment. She couldn't recall the last time she'd seen so many people outright drooling over her. There started a chant as she scanned over the lusty faces. It was impossible not to hear what they were saying. Breed, breed, breed. People stomped their feet in time to the horny rallying cry. It wasn't just a matter of her own willpower anymore. Now she had a whole crowd who wanted to see her get knocked up by the handsome lynx. And maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, with someone like him.

"To be honest, I don't know. I'm just acting on instinct at this point. It feels good."

She scanned him a little longer as he rose, as if just to be sure. He had the thighs, the hips, the butt. His spots would blend well with hers. She realized she was already considering how their offspring would look, which meant she'd probably made up her mind already. A good look at his impressive set of nuts told her he was absolutely a prime breeder. There was no doubt that his seed would take, if she only accepted it. He gave her a look, then ran his fingers briefly through her lengthy hair.

"And what are those instincts telling you? Thinking about it, aren't you? You have plenty of time to think about it. Just serve as my pole in the meantime."

Before she could ask him what he meant, he moved close to enact his dance routine on her body. All the bumping and grinding he'd done against that pole, he used her curvy body for instead. That meant rubbing his bulging cock against her fur, grinding on her, humping her from every angle. He pushed his rump back into her lap and let her clutch his hips for a time before he twirled around with a swish of his hips and stubby tail, thrusting against her thigh a few times as he made his way around her. Rubbing on her rump a few times, he wrapped her up and squeezed her breasts good and deep until she yowled out.

His motions remained hypnotic, so very smooth and fluid as they were, entrancing her with his touch, his scent, and of course the constant throb of his imposing cock the whole while. By the time he was done with his little dance, her fur was absolutely smeared in his pre, and he hadn't even stripped that stretched thong off yet. He nodded to his barely-contained bulge as he moved out in front of her purring form once more.

"Go ahead. Take it off."

It was the easiest present to unwrap she'd ever received. One little tug and the strained string of that garment snapped. She gave a little gasp when she realized she'd ruined it, but Ryan just chuckled.

"That's alright. I go through a lot of those."

"Hmm. I can see why," she observed.

His dick pushed up tall and thick, a girthy spire already dripping a generous amount of juices that she found herself utterly tempted to just dip down and lap up without so much as a warning. That shaft looked even bigger on his frame. It came accessorized with a heavy ring near the base, which made for a good target as she stroked both hands down his length to touch that piece of jewellery and slide back up again. She smeared her palms up in his pre to help make the stroking all the slicker, rumbling the whole time. Eventually, curiosity won out, and she brought one of her slathered hands up to her mouth to lick her digits clean, taking her first sample of a taste she simply knew she needed more of, as soon as she could.

Her body moved as if she'd been performing for years. With her tail up and her hips slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music she felt more than heard. Bending down, she took hold of his hips to brace herself while she gave the audience a fine look at her ass. A drag of her tongue along that smeared tip satisfied her immediate craving, but she swiftly desired more. There was only one way to get enough, and that involved wrapping her silky soft black lips around his bare cock, delving down until she swallowed some of it without much apparent effort. Her ears perked to the sounds of praise. She didn't even take the various names they called her as insults. Around such a place, slut was a term of endearment. She'd show them what a slut she could be.

Ryan gave a theatrical moan as she started vigorously sucking. She was reasonably confident he wasn't even exaggerating. Diving up and down with some heavy slurping strokes, she used her tongue to great effect dragging along the details of his dick. A gulp of his cock let her kiss against the ring around the base. The metal was slightly cold, but heated by the warmth emanating from the horny lynx. His purrs mingled with hers, vibrating through his entire form while she guzzled down a heavy dose of pre, swallowing it without a millisecond of hesitation. She needed that inside her as much as she needed his taste deeply mashed into her palate, clinging to her tongue and maw alike, making her drool for him while she messily sucked him off.

She would have kept going until he blew his load down her throat, but eventually he slowed her with a tap of his head. When she wouldn't slip off of him just yet, he gave her a little tug on the hair to bring her up from between his legs. She smacked her lips a few times and then gave a show of elaborately licking her glistening lips for all to see. It didn't make her drool any less. She soon needed another slurp just to keep from dribbling on herself. Even without his dick in her mouth, she still had a potent dose of his taste lingering on her tongue. She swallowed a few times, then simply panted for him while she waited for his instructions.

"I think you're ready for it. Take the ring off my cock."

"Oh?" She arched her brow. "Does that mean we're getting married?"

"Not quite," he chuckled. "It's holding me back though. I can get bigger. You'll see."

That hardly seemed possible when he seemed absolutely rigid. Still, a boast like that, she had to see for herself. That everyone seemed to go absolutely crazy in the audience when she started loosening that tight-fitting ring from his solid cock felt like a good sign. Maybe it was more than it appeared to be. Just like the lynx himself. Enough tugging helped get it loose, and from there it was easy to slide all the way off his tip. She didn't even get the chance to figure out where to put it before his firming shaft grew. Where she was expecting it to get a little thicker, it instead stretched out at alarming speed to something more than twice the throat-bulging size it had already been.

The process was swift enough to knock the ring from her hands and send it clattering over the edge of the stage. Ryan didn't seem to care. He stood with his arms crossed, simply letting his girth speak for itself, standing up more like a club than a cock, a towering monolith of firm pink flesh, throbbing for her. There was no way it would fit, was her first thought. She didn't have time for a second before he pounced her.

He wasn't forceful. He simply hurried her along. She was wasting time just standing there, gawking at him when she could have been gaping around his massive breeding tool instead. She felt like she'd already been knocked up by the mega-hung lynx from a mere brush of his absolutely slathered tip across the folds of her heated sex. Maybe she had been. He was potent enough. She was needy enough. Of course, neither of them were going to be satisfied with a little grinding. Nor was their audience.

He met her eyes and she lost herself in his flirty gaze for a while, long enough to almost forget about the sheer stretching she was enduring as he pulled her legs up over her head and pressed down on her pussy with a cock that was clearly too big for her. Neither of them were going to let that matter.

Spreading her out inch by inch, he made the impossible seem well within their grasp. He grunted some and she made plenty of mewls. The crowded club melted away around her senses while she poured her perception purely into withstanding the lynx's deep penetration. It never hurt, even when it felt like it should have.

Her body accommodated him smoothly, occasionally clenching but mostly relaxing. She knew how badly she needed his dick inside her. Every nerve blazed with desire, sometimes aching, but mostly caught in a state of constant ecstasy while he slipped smoothly towards her womb, bulging her middle all the way. The outline in her creamy white belly fur was visible from the very back rows.

An arch of his back and a little wiggle of his rump, and Ryan was ready to rut that cat. His balls were fat enough to slap her ass before he was even all the way inside her. They swung and jiggled as he humped her deep, plunging a little more inside with every single pounding thrust. For such a curvy lynx, he could really fuck. She was left helpless clinging to him, just going along for the ride as she got her juicy body bounced and wobbled by the force of those slamming strokes between her thighs.

The juices of her heat squirted out all around Ryan's cock while he claimed the leopardess before the captive audience, leaving his shaft glistening with her liquid lust on every backstroke before he pumped inside her again like a piston. He was a fucking machine, built to breed her, and she could feel herself slipping deeper and deeper into that all-consuming heat the longer she got stretched out like a spotty condom around his massive, unchained dick.

A minute or two of slapping, splashing, soaking sex and she was beyond needy. She fell into a mindless, near-feral state, snarling and drooling while he bent her in half, weighing down atop her folded body to keep the pounding pace. He never quite got fully balls-deep in her rapidly squeezing cunt, but he got close. She was a sheath for his shaft until it bulged up beneath her breasts, truly testing her limits. There was even the occasional murmur or heckle from the doubters in the audience.

She couldn't understand the words themselves anymore, but she caught the core meaning. They didn't think she could last. Not with that massively hung lynx using her for a cocksleeve, squeezing all the juices out of her until she'd soaked his and her thighs alike in richly pheromonal, steaming hot cat lust. He pounded the rowls out of her, bringing her voice lower and lower until she was bellowing out some big cat growls, growing to a full, room-shaking roar.

It didn't last long. She got what sounded like halfway through that triumphant cry before she broke off into shrieks and wails, mrawling her feline way to a screeching climax that saw her absolutely gushing for him. As much as she squirted, splattering his belly in her essence, that didn't stop him from absolutely stuffing her with his cum once his balls went taut and the audience got treated to the sight of a flexing taint and sack helping milk out an enormous orgasm straight inside the fertile kitty.

Mahiri's paws flailed through the air while the fat SPLURSH of lynx spunk shooting straight into her womb sounded out even over the thump of music. He fucked his jizz right into her, not stopping even while he was shooting, letting it slop out all over her body and the stage alike while her belly expanded to a taut, round, sloshing state with all the rest.

If she wasn't already pregnant, she certainly looked it. Her gut was swollen with his creamy gift, bouncing up and down while he slowly tugged from her squirming, twitching frame. She lost control of a leg as it wildly spasmed all throughout that messy pullout, and then slumped down into drooling, gaping afterglow once he finally popped his tip free of her tightly-gripping cunt. Her pussy held on to him as if to try to keep him there, to milk out even more than the gallon of fresh lynx seed she'd already granted him.

On the one hand, she could feel the desperation of her heat slowly subsiding while she remained sprawled there, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth. On the other, soaking in the lingering scent of a potent, fertile cat, she found herself sweltering with something not quite heat, but just as demanding. Thankfully, she didn't need to wait long to get her every wish fulfilled.

For a moment, she was floppy in his grip as he hefted her up to sit. She lazily turned herself over at his urge, splaying herself out on her belly until the pressure caused her to gush a jet of his cum from her stretched pussy. Eventually that proved too much, and she lifted her ass up just in time for him to get his hands on her hips. He didn't even make a show of it. He just smoothly mounted her from behind until he could get his teeth nicely wrapped around the loose scruff on the back of her neck.

It had a significant pacifying effect, making her settle down from all the squirming and lift her tail high for him. Her pussy might have been so thoroughly creamed as to obscure its finer details, but he wasn't nearly done fucking her yet. Not when she still made such sweet yowls for him as he spread her open with the fat tip of his dick.

Nibbling on her the whole time, he wrapped his arms around her whole middle, squeezing her just below the belly as he sank into her sex from the back. She arched and slowly rolled her hips to help him ease into her until he was about halfway buried in her creamy sex. That was when he just lunged forward and slammed her hard, almost knocking her on her face in the process. A good whack on her spotty butt for emphasis kept her mewling while he took her hard. The first few thrusts tested the strength of her quivering arms, but somehow she kept herself relatively steady, even with her tits bouncing hard enough to hit her in the chin while he started hammering her between those fine cheeks.

She could hear herself sloshing even amid the ludicrously lewd slurping sounds of a lynx dick getting lubed up by his own cum as he shoved inside her. He fucked the spunk right back out of her, or so it seemed at least with how much gushed around the seal of his cunt-stretching cock with every single thrust. The first few rows were in the splash zone, and they didn't care.

She knew she was most definitely knocked up when she felt her tits start leaking down onto her belly amid the slapping strokes of lynx cock plunging her gaped pussy. Or maybe it was just his excess cum needing a place to go. Her belly wasn't getting any smaller. She could already feel him shooting enough pre to stretch her gut even tighter, rounding it out, sagging it lower, making it wobble all the louder while he gripped her tail for better leverage.

Her expression became a mask of a frozen snarl, face scrunched, jaws parted, but no sound came out. At least not until one of those thrusts stroked her just right, hitting that critical spot, that perfectly sensitive little button buried in her oozing sex that sent her instantly into a screaming finish. She squirted hard enough that the audience heard it, if they didn't outright feel it misting over their attentive faces.

Ryan pushed her down and pinned her with her hips raised, her face flat to the cum-streaked stage while he finished himself off inside her clenching pussy with a few last savage strokes. He didn't just nibble her scruff, he outright bit her on the neck in the moment of passion, but she didn't mind. The prick of his teeth just added to her own climax, kept her squeezing on him to ensure she milked another fat load from deep within his massive balls. He slapped his nuts against her until he bottomed out, and then just let her feel them twitching against her pussy lips while they jumped and tensed with the rising pressure. She tensed too, anticipating the torrent to cum. He didn't disappoint.

A faint mewl escaped her while he gnawed her all through the process of utterly flooding her. She simply had no room for more. Her womb was swollen to its limit, leaving the rest of his fresh spunk utterly waterfalling down his cock while he unloaded inside her. Eventually he pulled her back onto her knees, letting everyone watch her belly growing as if they were witnessing her advancing pregnancy in fast-forward.

She rounded out to a bloated, weighted figure after he emptied his nuts deep within her pussy, her expression vacant but her rumbles constant all the way through the process of getting turned into the lynx's leopard-spotted condom. Not a very effective one either, given all that spilled out between her thighs, painting the stage in a growing puddle that eventually trickled down over the sides to soak the floor below.

He displayed her for a time like a trophy, fully impaled on his cock, slowly swaying back and forth in his clutches. A squeeze of her belly made her gush even more cum from around his shaft, pouring it down his bloated nuts while he groped her up and down. He took a good heft of her breasts too, working out some more of that milk. They already seemed bigger. Her body was already milfy enough before a belly-bloating breeding. She glowed with life as she loudly sloshed and groaned, kneeling just in front of him, still squeezing occasionally on his cock.

Her pussy was numb by then, hardly able to endure or enjoy another round, thankfully when he finally slipped his slathered shaft from the vise-grip of her sex with a satisfying slurp. Another puddle splashed out of her when he flopped down, semi-firm, to drag his cock up along her back as he rose up once more. She didn't move from where she knelt, staring straight ahead, still trying to put her head back together after two mind-blowing orgasms that left her stuffed to the point of unthinking. Just a mindless, well-mated kitty for all to see. And he wasn't even done with her.

His dick didn't stay soft for long. He paced around her, stroked her hair, let her recover some semblance of her senses for a short time. Soon, he was impatiently stroking his cock in front of her face, his ass pointed to the audience while he firmed up in her face. A rub against her cheek let her feel him throbbing as if he hadn't already offered her enough cum to breed her for life. Then there came that little twitch of his tip as he flexed and bulged with lust, putting out a bead of thick pre on his tip. She operated purely by instinct, lured in by the hypnotic scent of his masculinity. A sniff of the air and soon he had a cat tongue licking his cock clean, or going the absolute best she could.

Slurping and drooling, she purred her way through tasting his dick, swiping up and down to curl her tongue into every crevice. There was so much to clean from his shaft, all that cum clinging to his inches. She'd never finish, especially if he kept putting out those excessive juices for her to sweep up every few seconds. Before long, she was guzzling his juices rather than simply licking them. They were thick enough she needed to gulp, swallowing them down in heavy, throat-bulging efforts. Of course, he wasn't just going to stand there and let her lick his dick all night. That wasn't much of a show. When she found his dick planted against her lips, she knew he wanted more than a smooch.

Under normal circumstances she might have carefully eased onto that enormous offering kissing up against her mouth. Instead, she simply engulfed it. How she managed to do so with such ease surprised even her, but she was supremely focused on sucking as much of that firm lynx cock as she possibly could. When she hit a little resistance, she concentrated, closed her eyes, and simply accepted more of it with a little glurk and muffled hmmph. She didn't choke, nor even flinch. A little adjustment and she was ready to keep sucking, working her way down towards the fluff of his crotch while he tapped her on the back of the head all the while, encouraging but never forcing her down. She could deepthroat all on her own.

That was where she lingered for a time, slowly bobbing, kneading that tremendous shaft between her lips, working it all over with the rough texture of her tongue for as much stimulation as possible. She probably could have sucked him off just fine like that, just loudly schlurping away, drooling the excess down her chin and tits alike. But that was hardly theatrical. She knew he wanted more, and so did their audience. With her gullet bugling, she positioned herself perfectly for his plunging. She sucked tight with her head tilted back, letting him lower himself smoothly down her throat, burying himself balls deep in her wet maw so he could start facefucking her properly.

The thump of his nuts to her chin reached all the way down to her chest even before he really got going. He worked slow at first, pushing all the way down, then withdrawing, letting her gasp out between slobbery pumps. Then down again, shoving her full, letting her taste every single inch of his monstrous member as she swallowed it like a true pro. She couldn't even hear the cheers anymore over all the sloppy noise, but she could sense them somehow.

Approval radiated off her audience and dance partner alike while she clutched his ass and got her throat stuffed again and again, bulging right down behind her breasts with the outline of a titanic lynx cock sheathed hotly in her mouth. She was hardly even sucking anymore so much as simply taking his dick straight while he rode her face like any other toy.

He was at least slightly gentler with her mouth than he was with her pussy, though she could hardly tell. It was all a series of numbing pounds that kept her face smothered in his loins at the tail end of each fully-buried thrust. She laid her tongue out like a carpet and let his cock ride across its textures, getting his taste smashed deeply into her senses as if never to leave. It was going to be just as lasting upon her tongue as his seed was in her womb.

She slowly dropped her hands from his body, letting them dangle at her sides, kneeling under him, fully offering herself up as if in worship. And the horny lynx just carried on with her, thump thump thump, sliding in and out of her impossibly noisy throat with those constant echoing schlurrrrks of withdrawal.

When he got close, he cupped a hand behind her tilted head and simply held her there a while, with his cock fully buried inside her throat. She gave a little hmmf as her head grew light, but she didn't offer any further complaint. A few last rapid-fire pumps got him into that growling, twitching, shuddering state. She felt his shaft bulging even bigger, flexing outwards to test the strength of her jaw. Yet for all the strain, all the effort, it all seemed worth it for that gift of hot cum gushing straight down into her belly.

Her womb was already stuffed full, but there was still room enough inside her for even more of his spunk, even if it meant expanding her swollen belly right into her lap, stretching and expanding her to a bloated state well beyond just pregnant-looking. By the time his jizz started jetting out from around her black lips, she was plumped up to the point of looking like a spotty little blimp.

Her eyes flickered at the end of that lingering cumshot. He got the hint when he felt her weaken and slump a little, loosely gripping his dick in her mouth. A firm yank got him free of the flooded passage that was her throat, leaving his seed cascading across the stage, pouring down her body, turning her into a living fountain as it all rained down across her body. It was enough to nearly vanish her spots, painting her pure white in the onslaught of fresh lynx cum.

There was still plenty more for him to splatter over her tits and fattened belly. He hosed her down in his claiming scent until his massive nuts were truly, finally dry. Only then did he give a satisfied rumble and sigh, nudging her with his foot to make sure she was still conscious.

"Phew. Looks like she passed the test! She managed to empty these tanks, and never even fussed that much. Round of applause is in order, I think."

That she couldn't even hear people clapping told her just how dazed she really was. She was in such a state that she was helpless when he gave her a little push, flopping onto her side, dangling over the edge of the stage. A few blinks got the cum out of her eyes and she saw some blurry images of lusty faces lingering closer and close, breathing over her spunk-soaked form.

"Of course, that doesn't exempt her from the rules. Looks like it's break time for me."

That was code for something. Where the audience had left the two of them alone all throughout the show, keeping their participation verbal, they soon swarmed. Ryan stepped away from the sloshing, stunned, drooling, mega-bred leopardess as the crowd descended upon her like pack animals, groping and grabbing at her thoroughly painted form. They didn't let the layers of lynx cum clinging to her fur dissuade them from getting their turn.

It looked like her night had only just begun. The performance was a success, but in the process she'd riled up the customers to the point they were ravenous for an encore. And then another, and another, until she'd properly satisfied absolutely everyone in the room. There was no doubt she was going to get pregnant after such an extravagant evening out. The only question was how many times.