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Evelynn leaned over the counter to listen to the receptionist as she continued to chatter about the facilities of the gym, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously and nodding along politely. Really, the orange tabby cat wasn't even sure about going here, but a friend had recommended it and given her a referral, and with that, she could get a month's free membership to see if she liked the facilities - and she said she would, so...

"... And that should be all we have available in your size. Do you have any questions?" the gentle, warm tone of the wolf at the front desk brought her back out of her thoughts. She'd hum - before pausing, noting one of the things said towards the end.

"In... my size? What do you mean?"

"Oh! I thought you knew - we also cater to larger taurs and anthros, it's one of our main selling points, actually! The two wings are in separate areas, but it is a bit quicker to get to your section through the larger bit," a shrill laugh would follow, Evelynn politely smiling and nodding along, taking the moment to look around.

"I see... Well, when are you closing up? I don't want to keep you here, I know I came in pretty late..."

The wolf-lady would check her watch and give a thoughtful hum, clicking her tongue - then giving a soft 'oh' along with a bright smile.

"Actually, if you like, you can stay and use the facilities past closing. One of our regulars is in today, and we let them stay in past closing and close things up for us! I do need to clock out, but if you go just through there-" she'd pause to stand up to full height, giving Evelynn a start as what she couldn't see past the high desk was her large, taur lower half - but she'd make sure not to stare, following the directions down the hallway with her eyes, "- just past that door, you should end up in the large wing. Just follow that through, you might see them as they're pretty hard to miss, when they want to close up they'll do a tour and make sure nobody else is in so don't worry about saying hi."

"I, uh, see... Well, thank you so much, I don't want to keep you, miss...?"

"Esme. It was a pleasure meeting you, I hope I'll see you around the facilities in future!"

"Haha, hopefully! I've got someone gently pressuring me in to coming, so," Evelynn forced a soft, slightly awkward laugh as she stepped back and pulled her gym back up over her shoulder, giving the she-taur a wave and setting off down the hall. She couldn't help but rub her face and give a soft groan to herself from her awkwardness - she really wasn't great at keeping that polite, public-interaction type face on. Her eyes drifted around as she walked, walking through the rather huge, automatic doors blocking off the larger part of the facilities - and that turned out to be a bit of an understatement. The room was huge, supported by towering pillars, and the equipment was in various sizes all much, much larger than herself. How she was supposed to find the other gym-goer past all the clutter, she didn't quite know - so instead, she'd look around - catching the sign for a shower and locker room combo, and that would make a natural first stop.

As such, she found herself making her way into the open doorway, only to frown as she found herself in a locker room built clearly for those of sizes appropriate for the equipment she saw moments earlier, rather than her small self. It did have benches and showers at various sizes and heights, one bench low enough that she could walk over and put her bag on it... finding it to be equal height to her face. At 5"5, she wasn't incredibly tall, but...

"Well... I don't really want to go hunting for the other shower, so I suppose this is... fine?" she'd mumble to herself, sizing up the smallest shower stall - she could reach the controls, just about, she reckoned. As such, she'd start stripping herself down - taking off her sweatpants and the loose tank-top she dug out for exercise, humming faintly to herself as her sports bra and panties followed, leaving her comfortably bare, with clothes folded and left on top of the bench. Hopefully the other gym goer didn't come in and see her, because it didn't seem like there was any gender divide in these facilities, at least. Though, she supposed that it wouldn't really matter if they did if that was the case.

With those thoughts, she'd take her shampoo, step into the shower and reach up on tippy toes to work the controls - humming to herself and taking a few clumsy moments to get it going and rotated to the right temperature. Hot water soon followed, cascading over her bare body, soaking her fur down and matting it to her plump frame, leaving her to start working the shampoo from top down into herself, and letting herself get absorbed in kneading her squishy body.

It was in that state, minutes later, that a much, much larger anthro entered the showers, dripping with sweat and panting softly with exertion, undressing themselves and pulling a towel out of their locker to cover their modesty, given the sound of someone else in the room. Under the shower of water, she couldn't hear them one bit - eyes closed, singing under her breath, the open stall allowing them to watch the soft sway of plump breasts, the jiggle of her rumpflesh as her fingers rubbed over them, lifting the soft flesh and letting it bounce. As their eyes settled on Evelynn, however, it wasn't a gaze of admiration - the recognition in their eyes turning to anger.

Striding over, the huge frame soon loomed over the tabby coloured housecat's own, finding two massive paws grabbing on to her wrists and yanking her up, slamming her against the wall and pinning her in place. Evelynn, for her part, screamed out in surprise and shock, her eyes darting up to see the face above her - seeing the fury in their eyes, the snarl echoing as water soaked over the both of them, but absolutely no recognition for the tiger that was all of a sudden absolutely furious at her.

"H-hey, I d-don't, I-I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong shower and I know but I-"

"What? Don't play dumb with me, you weirdo fucking stalker. Again and again and again you keep trying to cockblock me, playing like you're my side bitch to my dates or some weird shit, and you know what? You cost me a date last week, you weird cunt," furious words spilled down towards her, grip tightening around her wrists and making her yelp and whimper in pain.

"Owowow, ow! Too tight, stop, stop- I'm not- You've got the wrong person! Please, let go, it hurts!"

"No, no fucking way I've got the wrong person. Chubby tabby cat, with that stupid goddamn voice. I don't even know how you found out where I go to the gym, but you know what? I haven't been able to get my rocks off for a goddamn month, and at this point, I'm about ready to just give you what you want, you dumb slut," the growling continued, body hunching over hers, and with that, she couldn't help but... take them in.

The heady, salty scent of a day's workout was fresh in the air even with the water cascading down their body - thickly built, muscular, with dense, short fur covering their whole body. The towel was coming loose - not that they cared, revealing their sizeable, pert bust that pressed to the shower wall, dripping hot sweat directly over the cat's head. A tail whipping to slam against the shower controls and turn off the flow of water made sure the towel slipped the rest of the way down - and with that, Evelynn's breath caught in her throat, looking at the absolutely massive, barbed feline dick.

It wasn't that it was her first time seeing dick, or even a large one - but... The tiger's cock was just... massive. Even hunched over her like they were, they must have been 20 feet tall... And their dick was disproportionate even on that huge frame. The pillar of meat was taller than herself, a little more than 7 feet long, and the girth... Her whimper caught in her throat, ears flattening against her head.

"M-miss, I'm not... I'm not who- who you think I am, I promise, so, p-please, I-"

"Are you still keeping that shit up? What, consequences too much for you? I could break you in so many goddamn ways, since that's what you seemed to want from me before, you fucking weirdo. Pestering me again and again, coming up with your dumb, slutty friends, and the moment you see my dick -" with a snarl, they'd slam their hips forward, grinding the mass of meat against the tabby along with their massive, sweat-drenched nuts, shoving her face into the base of their sheath as they continued, "- You get cold fucking feet? No, I'm fucking done, I'm making sure you stop your stupid fucking bullshit today, you whore."

Evelynn, for her half, could only barely focus or hear the second half. Her face was being shoved against dense, sweat-drenched fur, orbs churning oh so loud against her, massive dick throbbing and pulsing as it rubbed up against the tiled wall, with sweat practically streaming down her body. The scent was unbearable, heady and thick, stinging her snout, not that she could breathe without choking on globs of slimy ball sweat. She jerked and yanked at the paws holding her, kicking her legs uselessly, her own tail batting at the massive spheres pinning her. Still, the massive tiger pushed forward, grinding and rubbing, feeling her struggle, making sure there was no room to breathe - up until they heard the gagging and choking of a breath sucked in, yanking back to watch the housecat choke up a mouthful of sweat she just inhaled.

"Christ, you're fucking pathetic. You know what? I'll strike you a deal. Let's see..."

"A... A deal...?"

"Mm. Yeah. I'll do whatever I fucking want with you here, today, and in return, I won't do any of the many, many things I could do that'd make it so you'll never be a fucking pest to anyone again. And if you resist, well-"

"I-I- Ah- But- I'm not-"

"... Are you STILL keeping that up? Holy shit, how dumb do you think I am? Last chance, you either agree, or I make sure there's no chance you can cockblock me again," their voice turned low, flat, threatening. Evelynn froze up, eyes widening, giving a shudder... and then a defeated nod. The tiger shook their head briefly, before letting go, letting the smaller cat drop to her knees and pant on the floor.

"Good. First, you can clean off my nuts, since you seemed to _love_that oh so much."

They then stepped back, not waiting or caring for an answer, looking around before shrugging and walking to the centre of the room, putting their towel down to set themselves down on. By the time Evelynn looked up, they were sitting there, legs spread, one knee lifted with an arm resting on it as eyes appraised her pathetic form. Waiting. Watching.

So, she crawled.

The tiger's tongue clicked at the sight of it - Evelynn on her hands and knees, shuffling towards them with ears folded, eyes avoiding their own... Something about it pissed them off.

"Look at me."

"H-huh...?"

"You heard me. Look at me, now."

At this point, she was between the tiger's thighs, the stinging musk torturing her sensitive nose as those sweaty balls and that massive shaft sat mere inches away. She didn't want to, but that threatening growl controlled her gaze for her - darting her eyes up to meet theirs.

"Good. Do you even know who you've been stalking?"

"I... I..."

"Anastasia. Christ. Why on earth did you even start stalking me if you don't even know that?"

"B-but..."

"If you're going to start begging and saying that you're 'not who I think you are' again, get fucking licking my nuts. Fuck's sake."

With that, Evelynn leaned in and started to lap away - though her tongue froze on the first lick, and she couldn't help but shudder at the salty, musk-laden taste in her mouth. Anastasia's growling gave her the encouragement she needed to continue though. Stroke after stroke, lick after lick, scooping hot slime into her mouth and letting it spill from her lips and over herself. It was better than swallowing the stuff, but the way it felt in her fur, and the taste, she wasn't sure it was better by much. She could feel the gaze burning the top of her head as she did, a low growl building, and in panic she started to lap faster, curling and sliding her tongue through the dense fur in frantic passes of her tongue, but with a snarl, she felt that paw on the back of her head.

She didn't even yelp very loud - she couldn't, really, not with her muzzle being shoved and pressed between those two full, heavy nuts, smothering her with damp flesh and fur.

"You know what? Swallow."

"Swallow...? I'm- I'm not..."

"Do you want to end up as fucking ball-batter?"

"N... N-no! I-I just, I just-"

"Then swallow, you freak," Anastasia rolled their eyes and released the smaller anthro's head, clicking their tongue in either disgust, or annoyance. Evelynn couldn't quite tell. She could only give a faint whimper in response, squirming in place, staring at those massive balls, listening to the way they continued to churn. Dick bobbing and swaying, twitching eagerly in the air and now dripping globs of viscous precum, which she felt ooze over the top of her head and soak into the fur between her ears.

And she started lapping again. Slower, shivering as her tongue ladled concentrated musk into her mouth, again and again, letting it swirl around and roll over her tongue, as that stare continued to burn her ears. She didn't dare meet it, but again and again she filled her mouth with slick ooze, 'til she felt a trickle drip out the corner of her mouth, dripping down over her chin... And then she heard the warning growl.

So, she swallowed.

It wasn't even all that hot, but the humiliation, shame and wrongness made it burn all the way down her throat, sitting heavy in her stomach and making it turn. From there, it was a little easier - lap at their orbs a few times, swallow, leaving it damp with her saliva, 'clean', even if her insides weren't. She even started to get used to the taste, the scent, lapping more and more and working over as much of those huge cum-factories as she could, trying to ignore the precum matting her hair, or the way her snout crept closer and closer to the sheath at the base of that twitching member. But she was doing well, she thought. Just a little bit more and she'd be free, so she let her tongue curl up further, nose pressing into the base of their sheath, doing her best to ignore the concentrated scent seeping from her sheath, and even more so, ignoring the hiss she could hear above her.

And then two paws grabbed on to her sides, yanking her up and setting that tiny, pert tabby's ass against the very tip of their dick, finding one paw satisfactory to wrap around most of her middle, and giving a soft, barely restrained groan. Precum oozed up under her tail and over her ass in such volume that she could feel it oozing down her thighs, sticky and hot. She was lightheaded, world spinning as she sucked in 'fresh' air for what felt like the first time, even though that taste stuck to her tongue, inside her throat, and she could still feel it dripping off her face. God knows how she looked.

"Fuck. That look suits you more, slut."

Her ears burned, and she couldn't help but let her eyes drift up, finally meeting the massive tiger's.

"I-I... Didn't I, ah, haah.. Didn't I do enough...?" She croaked out, giving a reluctant gulp. Her stomach twisted into knots inside her, knowing just what she sucked in all this time. The squeeze of digits on her normally soft tum, and she'd shiver as she felt them squeeze in on soft paunch that was much... more, than it usually was. Did she really swallow that much? Still, the pressure made her gag, her paws moving to reflexively grab at a finger and pull in panic.

"... Heh. Really? You're asking that?"

"Huh...?"

"I told you, I haven't gotten my rocks off for weeks thanks to you, and you think I'm going to let you off with that pathetic service?"

"... B-but I'm not..."

That quickly soured the slight, playful smirk on the tiger's face. A snarl vibrated through her, and those digits crushed inward - making her ribcage creak, and compressing her belly enough that she could feel a mouthful of hot sweat gush back up and spill from her lips, spilling over her chest. Reminding her just what the power dynamic here was, with the tabby cat being just over a quarter of Anastasia's height.

"Really? Again? Maybe I should just feed you to my nuts, it'd be a better use for your stupid-"

"N-no, I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't, I'll do whatever you want, just, please!"

"No? You don't want to be churned down into thick tiger-cum?" they sneered, grinding their tip up, making her very, very aware just how wide and stiff that dick was.

"A-ah, no, I- I don't, I- P-please, I'll get you off however you want... I'm g-good, I promise, so-"

"... Hah. 'Good'. Fine. Ever been used as a fleshlight?"

"... I... W-what?"

Without explanation, she felt something stab into her upper arm, making her yelp in pain as an injection of something hot and thick flowed into her bloodstream. She opened her mouth to complain, to question, but with the stare burrowing into hers, she simply snapped her mouth shut, letting the needle pull from her and shatter on the floor, and desperately hoping to herself that it wasn't anything with permanent effects.

She didn't get to ponder for long, though. Anastasia immediately started grinding, thrusting, shoving that massive glans up under her tail and between her legs. Grinding, rubbing, precum spilling in sticky ropes that oozed over her holes. Being so large, she didn't have to worry about it fitting inside, and the frotting wasn't... terrible, considering, but the roughness made her yelp and whimper in reflex. Frustrated growls started spilling from above her, though - and those thrusts and grinds started getting stronger. More insistent. And that's where she remembered that question a mere minute earlier.

"Y-you're not-"

"Shut it, toy."

Evelynn's words caught in her throat, and she suddenly found her world spinning - Anastasia flipping her body over and jamming her face back against their tip, mouth still open from her attempt at words, and finally, they found somewhere to get leverage.

And it only took moments for her body to give in.

Evelynn screamed as a crunch echoed in her ears and blinding pain wracked her jaw, groans spilling from above her as her arms were grabbed by a huge paw, squeezing and using them to drag down. More cracks, snaps, pops and crunches echoed through her head and through the room as her jaw unhinged and broke apart, flesh stretching and straining as it strained to fit the huge cockhead inside her. Even with it tapered as it was, it was breaking her apart as it sank deeper, making her gag and choke, neck straining outward, and the slick, sweaty ooze coating that entire spire made it just that bit easier to pull her body down. Her shoulders popped out of their sockets, not that the tiger noticed, just enjoying how that tight, slick flesh clung to their dick, squeezing and convulsing with each choke and gag, ignoring the frantic kicking against the paw wrapped around their toy's middle.

She could feel her collarbone straining, bending, before that too snapped under the pressure. Her ribcage, one by one, cracking and crunching inside her as her organs compressed, air forcing from her lungs, her heart fluttering and thumping rapidly. Shoving down into her stomach, squishing her innards, filling each and every inch of space in her torso and wrapping her around that pillar of meat like she was a simple condom... She could feel those digits squeezing, kneading, rubbing over the bulges of barbs and thick veins through her skin, the way her ribs crunched like chalk beneath the pressure, and while her head spun, agony wracking her, her organs surely not functioning... She was still there, perceiving, hearing, feeling.

Anastasia let go with a groan, letting those limbs go limp and looking down with admiration at the creature bobbing and swaying with the weight of their dick. They traced along the twitching throat, feeling it gag and choke and squeeze from her chin down the length of the ruined tabby's chest. They poked and squeezed at the horribly parted breasts, stretched with the rest of her flesh, and just... purred in sadistic satisfaction.

"Mmm... Finally quiet, just had to work you into something more useful," came the comment, sending a shudder through what of her body could still move. Her legs weakly tried to kick and press either side of herself, her flexibility somewhat remarkable, but with her body practically impaled, wrapped around something thicker than her ribcage? She wasn't going anywhere.

"Well, it's a little lonely now you can't respond, so I may as well..." they trailed off, ending with a soft grunt as their digits wrapped back around the twitching form, thumb 'gently' popping her arms back into her sockets in a hint of 'mercy', before squeezing down with a vice grip. From there, they started to rub themselves with her warped, straining flesh, dragging her up and down with slow, steady strokes of their paw, fingers digging in and kneading with groans simply spilling from shameless lips.

The barbs made sure she felt every single movement, even if there was any chance of her getting used to the sheer size. Her insides clung to every inch, the fleshy barbs catching and scraping and adding to the agony running through her, making her feel like their shaft was trying to shred her to pieces with every single time it drew back inside her. Worse still, she could feel rope after rope of productive precum gushing into her stomach, and whilst it made it easier to slide her body back and forth, it just had nowhere to go, swelling her stomach rapidly and building pressure further and further. The massive spire twitched and flexed with every pump, feeling like the barbs went rigid with each pulse of blood, digging in, stabbing, and all the while she was kept painfully, agonisingly aware.

Anastasia only got rougher with time, as well. Starting to yank and shove, thrusting their hips upward, groaning and growling as they used the tight cat as a cocksleeve. Trying to ram deeper into her, to fight for more space, their motions becoming more and more erratic, pulling her down harder, until they felt something... give. With a hiss, they hunched over, grabbing on with both hands and starting to properly rut , not caring what happened, just knowing that they felt something tighter wrapping around her, working into something inside the tiny cockholster.

Evelynn, for her part, could feel exactly what was going on. Thatmassive tip pounded into her guts, warping and rearranging her insides with enough force that she could feel the tip grinding into her pelvis, cracking and snapping her hips before even working through her. She could feel the flow of precum gushing through herself, and with the sheer amount and the force, it wasn't long until she could feel her ass spilling a gluey, warm stream of the tiger's pre over her body, slickening up the paws she was being fucked into. Not that they cared.

Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as her torture continued. Guts rearranging further and further, her bones being crunched to powder, while her insides were scraped raw, feeling like each yank up through her was trying to turn her inside out. More and more, again and again, until finally... with a pop and a spray, those two paws slammed the tiny body down to her very base, the pillar of sticky, precum-drenched meat twitching proudly several feet out of her other end, whilst Evelynn's head was buried inside the sweaty, slimy confines of their sheath.

Anastasia couldn't help but take a moment to admire their handiwork - hands pulling free, looking at the way her limbs dangled over her churning, sweaty orbs while their dick twitched and swayed in the open air, needy spurts spilling over their thighs. They groaned at the sight - standing up and letting one paw stroke themselves off as they walked to a shower with one of the large, full-body mirrors, and just shivering at the perverse sight.

"Mmm... Well, now I'm here, why waste the view?" They would mutter to themselves, turning on the shower with a groan and leaning up against the mirror with one arm to support their body, while they reached back down with the other to grip the slippery housecat's body. And then they continued to jerk themselves off with her - making sure to rub long, steady strokes along the entirety of their dick, pointing it down to try and avoid covering the view, repeatedly mashing her down to the very base while blissful groans and moans spilled from their lips.

Evelynn, on her side, could barely make sense of anything. The feeling of her body jerking about with the mammoth dick's gravity, the ooze seeping into her nose and every part of her head and face, the way her body was twisted and rotated around on every stroke up and down - making sure she could never keep her bearings even if she tried... But she did catch sight of herself. Barely recognisable, stretched from lips to hips, fur soaked and stained and matted, barbs visible bulging her skin - and she could swear she could even see the veins inside her, throbbing and pulsing. Not that it mattered.

Again and again, precum gushing through her, dick rutting and slamming through her innards like she was simply a cheap fleshlight, the churning of heavy orbs that slapped against the hand and her body over and over. She had no clue how long it'd been as the tiger panted and drooled above her, but eventually, she could feel those thrusts getting shallower, harder, rutting her closer and closer to the mirror, slapping their dick up against the cold, smooth surface, with the churning and bubbling of those nuts practically deafening her along with the rapid, thudding pulse of their heartbeat.

And then it came.

Snarling, hips slamming against the wall and no longer caring where they were angled, grinding directly against the surface and flattening her further, she could feel and see those nuts draw up close, cumvein bloating, and deliver gush after gush of viscous, tar-like tiger-cum up over the wall, over themselves. Not that she could see, but she heard slurps of a tongue, gulp after gulp, and feel the stomach she was pressed up against start to swell and bloat against her. And their orgasm just kept going - more and more, squishing her tightly wrapped body and starting to hide it in their paunch... and she could swear she could feel the heat burning through their stomach, almost... bubbling.

And then she heard a gasp, a groan, and felt that hand tighten. Another hand press to the base in front of her snout, pinching that cumvein shut, a hiss, while her body was ripped back upward, making her uselessly, soundlessly scream as barbs scraped through her entire body, popping through her lips, until just that tip ended up buried in her throat. Making sure she saw that other hand let go, the backed up cum stretching their cumtube further as it rushed towards her... And then in.

It felt like gallons. A flood of churning tiger-seed bloating her stomach, stretching and straining her like a condom and taking mere moments to overfill her and start spraying from her gaping other end. Anastasia twisted their body to slump her back against the mirror, panting heavily and rapidly jerking themself off with their free hand, working their nuts for every last drop to pump in to that dumb fucking slut they watched spray like a fountain and swell like a balloon. Luckily for the slut in question, they were 'almost' spent, though that still meant a good half minute more of liquid spewing into her until the flow trailed off... Leaving the both of them covered in mess, drenched in stinking, sticky seed.

Anastasia let their hand drag the smaller creature back down a good few feet, the size of their shaft and their tightly clutched paw squeezing most of their seed back out of their cat toy, before leaving her impaled and broken like that while they sat in spent bliss. Evelynn didn't even have the energy to struggle or make a sound, even if she were capable.

"Mmmh... Fuck, I've missed that... Even if you're a fuckin' weird little shit, you make a good damn cocksock..." They finally spoke, weakly lifting themselves to their feet, thighs trembling from the combination of a day's work out and a very pleasurable release. Still half hard, their shaft swayed and bobbed between their legs - and as they stood, they heard a loud buzz and a jingle from inside the bag left on the bench. They'd glance down, eyeing up Evelynn's body, before walking over and digging in the bag for her phone, letting seed ooze and drip over the contents.

"No security code, huh? Well, makes it easier for me, let's see..."

The number on it wasn't recognised by the phone - but they did. A text from her dear friend at the front-desk.

That was quite a delicious show! Just so you know, I didn't register her details in the database, so if you like, I think she'll be rather easy to cover up...????

PS. If you end up keeping her, give me a turn!

"... Fuck. She's got a spycam in here? Damn pervert..." Anastasia gave a chuckle, watching the 'Hey, rude!' appear in the texts before tucking it back away and looking down, slowly rubbing and tracing along the weakly twitching form wrapped around her still.

"Hey, whore. Still in there?"

Those words took a moment to register in Evelynn's head, but with a shiver, she forced her gaze upward, meeting the wide, predatory, toothy grin that stared down at her. She could feel the hand curling slowly around her broken, deformed form and squeeze, another spray of cum oozing out both her plugged lips and straining ass. And she could hear that dark chuckle, along with the slow, 'gently' dragging of her body further and further down the softening member, pressing her down until her lips touched the opening of her sheath.

"Bet you those slutty friends of yours you hang with won't even notice your disappearance. Get comfy."

And then she was shoved into darkness, her head enveloped back in sticky, slick ooze. She didn't even have the energy to give even an attempt at a scream or struggle - forced to feel her body bob and sway as water started to cascade back over her, senses deprived as the tiger started to wash herself off, turning on multiple showers to help drain the mess. She could feel digits rub and stroke over her body, scrubbing the mess out of her fur, slipping into her sheath and squishing over her head roughly, before leaving her alone almost entirely - to feel the sheath slip over her body, only moving to fold her thighs inward to make sure she could be encased entirely, leaving her to guess through muffled noises and faint feelings. She could feel something rubbing over her, drying the outside, and then another presence squeezing that sheath in tight, tucking it against Anastasia's body. Muffled footsteps, faint humming, the opening and shutting of a locker and thick thighs rubbing back and forth either side of her body. She could hear faint voices that she didn't care to make out, getting louder, and a hard, rough squeeze crush around her body, bringing her senses back to fore as her captor groaned above her.

The familiar voice of Esme giggled mere inches from her prison, giving a wet, sloppy kiss over where she was, before returning to talking with Anastasia, leaving her to just hear the steady, heavy pulse through her entire body. And the constant churning of those immense orb, already filling back up beneath her.