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Music was blasting, drinks were flowing and bodies were mingling as Orio and his friends were well underway, celebrating his 25th birthday. Huscoon and Nbowa were sitting on the couch, enjoying a drink and chatting back and forth, Kiba was in the middle of the apartment floor, working on some of his newest dance moves, and in the kitchen, Joshiah was working behind the bar as he often did at furry parties, chatting up Storm about soccer and mixing drinks for anyone who might be interested. Orio was already just a little bit tipsy, making his way around the party with a bright smile and a bit of a sway in his walk.

"I'm telling you, dude, if Leicester had played at this pace the entire season, they'd be in the Europa League next season, no doubt! Might even be pushing for Champions League contention..." the slightly dizzied coyofolf said, only to draw a scuff from Storm.

"No chance!" He replied, laughing a little bit as she sipped away at a craft beer and watched Orio moving about the party. "Has he had a little too much to drink? I feel like that kind of responsibility would fall on you, y'know."

Joshiah shook his head dismissively. "He's fine, I haven't given him that much to drink. He just drank it all a little too fast...if he waits a couple minutes before his next one, he should be fine. Besides, it's his birthday, the guy should be allowed to have a little fun!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right...just make sure the guy doesn't have too much fun."

Knuckles raked on the counter top as another fur approached the makeshift bar, drawing Joshiah's attention. "And just what would you guys consider too much fun? I feel like I'm the only one who hasn't gotten the birthday boy a drink by now."

"Anything over 80 proof," Joshiah shot back with a playful grin. "What'll you have, stranger? I don't think I've seen you hanging around the group before."

A confident, nearly smug looking snow leopard was standing there before him, and it was one he didn't recognize. He was just a bit taller, standing a little over six feet in height, and his body was packed with solid muscle, but not so much as to look bulky; he was smooth, streamlined muscle that obviously had as much speed as it did power. Perhaps most startling in his appearance were the two long, sharp tusks that stuck out from the top of his maw, giving his muzzle a nearly primitive and primal look, but the bright, blended yellow in his eyes held a certain, dangerous level of intelligence.

"How about you just mix up whatever your signature cocktail is, and I'll deliver it to him? Seems you two are awfully caught up in your conversation anyway," he offered, crossing his arms and pushing out his biceps a little bit, the rather taut black shirt around his upper frame straining to contain him. "Name's Bermuda, by the way."

"Just a casual discussion about sports that Storm is busy being wrong in," Joshiah replied with a quick chuckle, but his paws went to work on pouring together mango juice, coconut rum, spiced rum, vodka, and a splash of grenadine into a strainer. He popped on the cap, gave it a few firm, quick shakes and poured it out into a glass over ice. "He'll love that one, trust me. Fruity, kinda girly...I'd say it fits him pretty well!"

Storm snickered at the last comment and nodded his silent agreement as Joshiah handed the drink over. "Thanks," Bermuda replied simply, taking a tiny sip of the drink himself. It was an exotic flavor, rather sweet, but with just a hint of alcohol on the back end of the drink to remind you that you were, in fact, drinking alcohol. "But do you have anything a little... extra , to put in there?"

Bermuda winked at the bartender, who narrowed his eyes back at him. He didn't know the guy, and certainly couldn't be sure of his intentions. "I'm afraid I'm fresh out of Prebudila, so I can't really help you there...other people got their paws on it first. I'm sure this party is gonna get crazy as the night goes on."

"That's all right," he said, waving a paw dismissively and reaching into his pocket. "I've got a little something myself...and don't worry. I'll take good care of your friend. Huscoon wouldn't have invited me otherwise, right?"

Raising a brow and keeping a close eye on the snow leopard, taking a moment to appreciate his physique a little more closely and the rather large spots that he sported, larger than the average snow leopard and shaped like little florets on his fur, Joshiah gave a quick shrug and tried to dismiss his concerns.

Back in the living room, Orio had taken a small dive across the couch, laying in Huscoon and Nbowas laps, his little nub tail flickering back and forth as he got comfortable on his makeshift bed. He wasn't done partying, by any means, but his footpaws definitely needed a break from making passes around the party. "I can't believe I'm turning 24! This party is awesome!" Orio exclaimed, making sure to yell over the music and overdoing it a little bit as Kiba nearly fell out of a spin at the loud noise.

It was a perfect party for the occasion; a gathering of good, close friends at his apartment that were all having a good time in their own right. It was entirely great fortune that everyone was able to make it, and Orio was on cloud nine as Nbowa dragged his clawtips right through his headfur and between his ears. "Looks like you might be having a little too much fun!" he replied, yelling over the music as well just out of reflex.

Orio rapidly shook his head and finished up the drink in his paws, setting it on the table as he looked into the middle of the room, mystified by Kiba's improvised dance routine. "Pssh...too much fun? No such thing, silly lion!" Orio jabbed back at him, gently pressing his paw upon Nbowa's muzzle. "In fact, I'd say it's time for another drink for me!"

Huscoon was tempted to stop his friend, but when he easily bounded up off the couch without too much of a stumble, he knew that Orio wasn't quite to his limit yet. _One more drink couldn't hurt the little guy, I suppose,_he thought, watching as the cheetah-lynx started to make his way to the kitchen, but he was stopped before he got there by a snow leopard that made him blush on sight.

"Did someone say the birthday boy needed another drink?" he asked, speaking as if he was on cue. His long, luxurious tail swished about slowly behind him, giving him the calm, casual and confident look that everyone knew Orio was overly fond of.

Huscoon snickered up at the snow leopard. "Bermuda! I didn't know if you were going to make it!" he called out, waving his drink at him in greeting.

"I was definitely running late...but when I heard that a little sweetheart like Orio had a birthday, I simply couldn't miss it," Bermuda explained, still staring down the smaller feline hybrid with just the tiniest hint of a smirk. "And courteous of your striped friend in there, your next drink has already arrived."

The liquid in the glass had a swirling blend of bright orange and hints of pink from being freshly stirred up, and it was fizzing just a tiny bit. "That l-looks delicious," Orio replied, stuttering just a bit as he tried not to gulp back a lump. The snow leopard was gorgeous, and the usually timid and submissive feline felt his mind racing to places he never thought it would, courteous of the pleasant buzz that he was maintaining. "Thanks...Huscoon said it was Bermuda, right?"

"Just like the triangle," he replied with a quick joke. He passed the drink off to Orio casually, leaning up against the wall as he watched with bated breath for the cheetah-lynx to take his first sip. Huscoon and Nbowa noticed the anticipation in his slightly golden eyes and paused their conversation, and even Kiba, who was a whirlwind on his own personal dance floor, came to a sudden halt as he watched Orio guzzle down the first gulp of his drink.

Orio didn't feel all of the eyes on him, even as he rumbled with delight and took another full gulp. "This is amazing! Joshiah really outdid himself this time...I'll be drinking these all night!" Orio exclaimed in elation, having just enough sensibility about himself still to not power through the rest of the drink then and there. The exotic blend of tropical fruit flavors and just a hint of smooth, pleasant alcohol washed over his tongue and fueled his buzz, keeping him distracted from what was already occurring in his body.

"I dunno, Orio. Something tells me you'll only need one of those to have an awesome evening."

Bermuda was trying not to grin like a clown, but he failed and his fangs came free in the dim light of the living room as Orio gave him the most innocent, sideways glance. "What makes you say thaaaaaaaa-hey! Why is my voice getting so...high?"

"Isn't that how you always sound?" Huscoon called out at him, joining in a quick laugh with the others as they jabbed at his rather feminine nature.

"No, it's really, really getting higher!" he said, a hint of panic in his voice as he felt a sudden rumbling in his stomach. "Oooh...I dunno if that drink is really sitting well..."

Kiba stood up from the floor and stepped into the kitchen to grab himself a small refreshment, though his eyes never left the cheetah-lynx. "Dude...you're probably fine. You're just over-thinking it."

Getting a little frustrated with his friends for not believing his plight, Orio glared at Bermuda, but as he went to take a step closer, he noticed that the already taller feline seemed to get even a little bit taller, and the rumbling in his stomach faded, turning into more of an empty, hungry feeling. Before he could look up with a glare at Bermuda, he looked down at his own stomach and saw it shrinking and narrowing a bit, and a rather feminine curve started to form right around his hips, pushing out his rear end a little bit. The slimming of his waistline made his jeans start to slide down off of his rump, exposing a pair of tight, lacy orange panties that nearly matched the drink in his paws. "Oh my gosh! What's...what's happening?!"

"Looks like that drink might've been just a little too strong for you, little guy...or should I say little girl?" Bermuda asked, snickering just a bit and looking Orio over with a renewed sense of appreciation as the loose, baggy orange t-shirt over his chest started to rise, little bit little, as his pectoral muscles shifted, as if the excess fat from his gut was changing places and moving up to his chest. Two mounds of flesh gathered there, small lumps at first, growing into modest breasts, and slowly, they kept pushing up, until two full, supple breasts were standing proud under the shirt.

Orio had been looking right past them to his stomach, but as they grew, they started to block his view and became the center of his focus. His cheeks were already flushed a bright red under his spotted, yellow fur, but it was the full realization that he'd actually grown a pair of breasts that finally forced Orio to wrap his arms around his chest and try to cover up, having no bra underneath to keep the nipples from perking up against the soft fabric of his shirt and giving a show to the whole party. " NOW do you guys believe me?"! There was something funny in that drink!"

The changes continued, but no one at the party looked all that worried about it. "It's a good look for you, Orio! A whole lot more like yourself, I think," Nbowa teased, laughing along with Huscoon as they watched the poor hybrid feeling himself up in the middle of the room, trying to adjust to all of the changes. He was able to get over his stage fright for the most part, but when one more powerful, extremely important change took place, he suddenly lost his nerve.

He could feel his manhood...changing. Not shriveling up or disappearing, but certainly, something downstairs was changing, and he wasn't about to flash the whole party his member; it was bad enough that he'd already shown them all his panties on accident. "I...I- I gotta...go...do something..." she said, trying to think of an excuse to leave the room as what was once a proud and enticing feline cock was already shifting into something much more fitting to his new form.

Flushed up to his eartips and embarrassed at his own party, Orio stole away into a nearby bedroom, drawing everyone's attention to him once again, but no one moved. Watching the transformation affected everyone in a different way, and while some onlookers were just plain shocked by it, others were rather aroused by it, and perhaps, none more so than Bermuda.

"Anyone else gonna go check on him?" he asked, as he stood up straight from the wall and looked around to a pair of shaken heads, and a trio of voices in the kitchen yelling "nope!"

Bermuda took that as his cue and pushed away from the wall, giving a slightly exasperated sigh so he didn't look too desperate to all of the onlookers, but as soon as he was down the hallway and away from the public eye, he was grinning as wide as he could, licking his own long, saber-tooth fangs just at the thought of what was waiting on the other side of the door. He gave he doorknob a quick turn to see if it was locked, and it swung right open, with the sight of a still transforming Orio sitting on the bed, looking down into her own lap.

"I should've known better than to trust a drink from a total stranger," Orio huffed, pouting and lowering her tufted ears. Her paws, however, were curiously tucked between her slimmer, smoother thighs, shifting about as she tried not to look up at Bermuda. She wanted to be angry at him, wanted to be furious at him, but there was something nagging in the back of her mind that just wouldn't let her.

Don't be turned on by him, don't be turned on by him, don't be turned on by him...

"Maybe so, but this is no way to spend a party, Orio, and even I can tell from here that aren't really that upset with me. Maybe this was more of a pleasant surprise than a problem?"

Damn it.

"That doesn't really make it okay that you dosed me," she retorted, glaring at him, but even her glare was just too adorable to take seriously. "If you really wanted to go that route, I mean...couldn't you just ask?"

Bermuda chuckled at the cute glare, as if it were supposed to scare or disturb him, but it just drew him in even more, and he made it clear as he closed the door quietly behind him and made sure to lock it, this time. "Asking isn't really my style...I'm more the type to take action and investigate what happens when I do," he explained, his voice rather casual throughout his explanation as if he hadn't done a thing wrong to the poor hybrid. "It looks like you're doing a bit of the same with your paws down there...just taking action and seeing what happens instead of asking about what I did to you."

"I...I am not!" she barked back at him, but there was no denying that there was a reason why Bermuda could only see one paw, even in the dimly lit room. One paw was fiddling around on the outside of her now overly baggy jeans, but the other was inside the denim, and even further, inside the now rather fitting orange panties, fidgeting about under the lace, examining the new sexual organs that she'd been blessed with.

"Heh...really? You really think you can lie to me? I'm not blind, Orio...I'm just stubborn, and I'm rather insistent on making you fess up here," he declared his intentions as he stepped closer, and if Orio truly wanted to, she could have tried to duck aside, tried to run for the door and get back out to the party...but she didn't move. Bermuda thought that maybe it was nerves, or bashfulness, and Orio tried to keep the secret that it was truly an overwhelming need for what was about to happen, to happen. "I think you'd better let me take a look down there...make sure the transformation went off without a hitch."

Before Orio could even try to protest again, Bermuda gripped onto his shoulder with a powerful, forceful paw and gave her smaller body a firm shove, pushing her back gracelessly onto the bedspread. She yelped a high pitched, terrified squeal of a yelp, but her efforts to stop Bermuda were pathetic at best, and done only out of the overwhelming embarrassment that she felt...she couldn't answer the call of her body, no matter how badly she was already lusting over the testosterone fueled snow leopard that was now leaning over her. "N-no! You...you can't do that! P-please...please don't look, Bermuda..."

Her voice was shocked at first, but quickly fading away towards the end of her plea, and Bermuda could even hear the arousal that Orio was trying to hide as she tried to pull her pawtips from her new found labia, but Bermuda gripped her wrist tight as she tried to hide her paw and yanked hard, bringing it up closer to his muzzle and nearly lifting Orio off the bed. "Sure smells like a fresh, virgin cunt to me...I wonder just what flavor a little cheetah-lynx like you would have?" he asked, really speaking to himself as Orio bit down on the pawtips of her free paw and looked away shyly, unable to resist his advances, but refusing to admit how much he was swimming with excitement. The long, rough tongue that emerged from Bermuda's maw curled around the two pawtips that had been exploring, easily slurping all of those fresh, feminine juices from her paw. He gave out a low, purring growl of approval as he released her wrist, licking his lips and narrowing his eyes at her. "Sweeter than the life-saving nectar from a desert flower...so fitting for a cute little desert hybrid like yourself," Bermuda praised the taste, displaying a rather colorful and poetic voice as well. "You're good enough to eat, little kitten, and that's exactly what I plan to do..."

"Eeeep! N-no! You wouldn't really eat me, would you?" Orio asked, trying not to act like the willing vector that he was for the treatment, but it didn't matter; Bermuda wasn't waiting for permission. His claws dug deep into the once thick denim of her jeans, but the powerful snow leopard tore through the fabric as easily as someone could tear paper towels from a roll. He yanked hard, drawing a quiet squeak of minor pain from the smaller feline as his belt caught for a moment, but not one to be dismayed, Bermuda yanked again, knowing that the jeans would loosen up a little, and they came away from Orio's hips, with a fresh set of holes in them from his claws. Demonstrating his frustration with the clothing, Bermuda tossed it to the floor beside the bed forcefully and rested his paws under Orio's smooth, curvy rump, picking it up in his paws and hoisting her lower half up from the bed with ease. "Pleeeeeeeeease!"

Bermuda pulled her legs up and leaned forward, burying his muzzle right into her covered folds and biting down on the smooth, fancy lace of the panties and tugging them out of the way, but refusing to move his head, his fangs tore through the gentle fabric, leaving the tatters hanging from one of his thighs, and her pussy wide open for a more thorough tasting. "Just a quick taste, little lady...that's all you'll need to get going, I bet...and look at that! The pill worked perfectly! That's gotta be the tightest little snatch I've ever seen!" Bermuda was nearly cheering as he admired the slightly swollen, but still perfectly air tight netherlips that were his for the taking. It was almost a shame to break in such a beautiful looking flower, but Bermuda didn't feel even a hint of that shame as his long, rough tongue pushed deep into her labia, nearly to her vulva, and drew his way up the whole length of her slit, getting another taste of her deliciously sweet juices.

"Hey! That was one of my favorite pairs..." Orio started to complain, but she couldn't focus on it for long as Bermuda completely blew her mind with one long, teasing taste of her pussy. It was one thing to adjust to the transformation in general; it was something extraordinary to get used to feeling the same kind of pleasure that a woman could, the kind of pleasure she could only ever dream about before. Now that she could finally experience it, it was completely blowing her mind. "Bermuda! W-wait...you can't!"

"I'll buy you a new pair," Bermuda replied, his tone gruff and his attitude clear; he was here for the action, and he wasn't going to be denied. Orio and her protesting attitude didn't stand a chance as Bermuda squeezed her tight little rump in his paws and buried his tongue deeper into her passage, examining her inner walls with the kind of hunger that could only be satiated by the taste of a delicious female. Orio was actually happy to oblige, but she still tried to resist, still tried to act as though she wasn't on board...she didn't know that she was just turning Bermuda on even more. "Feel that? You're getting nice and wet, Orio...you're just melting on my tongue!"

Orio felt her whole body writing with pleasure, even as she still tried to fight it, but now it was more like she was trying to push a boulder twice her side up a vertical wall. She was losing, and wanted to deny that it was just a matter of time before she was shamelessly begging for it. Lucky for her, Bermuda was going to do a little something about her voice before too long. "B-Bermuda...nnngh! You've gotta stop before...before I..."

"Before you cum? I didn't think you'd be there already! I must be even better than I thought..." Bermuda praised himself, squeezing her tight little ass once again and drawing another pathetic squeak from her lungs. "In that case...I guess I better give you a little break and let you warm me up."

She was going to correct him, say that he needed to stop before it was too late and she'd give in, but she lost her train of thought when Bermuda let her body fall without a thought, back onto the cushy bed. She bounced a couple times and glared at him, but her bright, lust-filled blue eyes couldn't have prepared for the sight in front of her. Bermuda showed off just much his shirt, as tight as it was, actually did hide, and as he tugged it up over his head, she could see each muscle of his abdomen stretching out, and then compressing back down into a tight pack as he tossed his shirt aside. The soft, white fur of his chest and underbelly continued down into his thighs, something she saw as she followed the gorgeous "V" that formed near the bottom of his well kept stomach. She got an even better view of it as he chuckled, watching her admire his form and knowing she was loving the show he put on, so he hastily unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them, ticket, bulge-hugging briefs of black clinging to his rump and his cock like a second skin and showing Orio everything she wanted to see before she could even really see it. Those briefs didn't last long, of course, and as Orio could watched Bermuda slide them down off of his thighs and to the floor, she made one fatal mistake in admiring the growing feline length that was finally exposed to her.

She licked her lips like a greedy child admiring a candy bar.

"Knew it," Bermuda said simply, deciding that Orio had been given more than enough of a show for her birthday present, and that she needed to participate in the fun instead of just watching. Approaching the bed again with a forceful gait, he grabbed Orio tightly by the thigh and yanked her body right to the edge of the bed and she slid across, stopping just about her mid back and leaving her pinned under his legs, and the bridge of her muzzle pinned under the barbs of a distinctively feline cock. "Don't think I missed you licking your lips just now, little kitty. You think it looks tasty? You'd better have your fill before I force it down your throat myself!"

Orio knew that mistake would come back to haunt her, but the thought of just what was to come was exciting enough to keep her from doing a good job on purpose. She was hungry for him, though, and opened her maw right up to the head of his member, her tongue swirling around the barbs and slicking up the entire tip with a thin layer of saliva, knowing that she was going to be bedded now, she was a little less bashful about getting what she wanted, but still, she tried to act resistant. "This is so wrong, forcing yourself on me like this, Bermuda...making me guzzle down your cock..." she whimpered pitifully, her tongue starting to glide over the underside of his impressive shaft.

"That's not guzzling, Orio," Bermuda quickly interrupted her, gripping her by the headfur and digging his claws in deep. " This is guzzling," he corrected her as he took advantage of her open mouth and pushed his hips forward, burying his cock deep within her muzzle and pushing right for her throat, the barbs teasing and tickling at her insides as she desperately gripped at the base of his sack, just looking for something to hold onto as she was nearly drowned by the tasty girth. "Remember to breathe, little kitty. We can't have you going to sleep early on your birthday!"

She was gagging on a mawful of cock, and while it was every bit as hot as she imagined, her jaw strained around the simply thick length and her throat ached as she struggled to take every inch of his glorious cock, but every time the tip poked at the back of her throat, the barbs scratched her flesh and left her whimpering in subtle pain. "Mnnn...hlk!Glllk!" she cried out in muffled discomfort, making Bermuda grin, and in his sadism, hold Orio in tight just long enough to gag her. He pulled back, giving the abused hybrid a chance to breathe for just a second, before thrusting in again hard, fucking his throat deep and slapping his hips right into her nose.

Bermuda couldn't believe just how tight her little throat was, and the way it massaged over his cock as she swallowed upon it, desperately trying to breathe, he knew he could finish in moments in there, but that wasn't going to satisfy him the way that absolutely wrecking her virgin flower would, and while watching Orio struggle, tiny tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she gagged on his cock again was a huge turn-on, he could only imagine just how great it would be to spear her on his tool and give her a creampie as a birthday present.

"All right, all right...that's enough of that for now," Bermuda finally said, his breath starting to pick up in a small, panting gasp as he pulled his cock free and Orio fell back, coughing on the bed and watching as stands of her excess saliva coated her shirt and drizzled down over Bermuda's tasty looking sack. "I think it's about time you got your real birthday gift, Orio."

She was still gasping and panting in desperation, nearly exhausted just by trying to take his beastly length, so much that she couldn't even try to put up a fight as he grabbed the shirt around her breasts and yanked it up. Defeated, she flung her arms up so the shirt would come off with as little discomfort as possible, but it wouldn't stop much greater pain from coming as Bermuda pulled her legs up again, her ankles sitting upon his shoulders as she was completely flat on her back, and with a simple lean, Bermuda pinned her back to the bed, both of her tight, needy holes open to his disposal whenever he was ready, and he'd never been more ready in his life. While the prospect of some anal fun was enticing, nothing could compare to taking a virgin like she was a seasoned pro, and just the smoldering look in his nearly golden eyes told Orio just what was coming. "Bermuda, please don't do this...y-you can't! I mean it!"

"I can," he replied defiantly, lining the barbed tip of his feline length up with her still tight, still virgin pussy, "And I will."

She bit her lip as she felt the barbed tip sneaking in past her soaking labia.

Just past her hymen, easily broken by his force.

" BERMUDA!!"

Right until she was fully hilted in one hard, painful thrust, with no regard for her virgin passage, now broken in with one fell swoop. "It hurts! Nnngh...it's too big...take it out, please!"

There was just one moment, literally one, where Bermuda looked into Orio's eyes and wondered if he'd gone too far. The pain she felt was real, but when their eyes met, they defied her words, and he could see that he was pleading with him to be rough with her, to abuse her...she was just too shy to say it, and too stubborn not to act defiant.

"Bullshit...a tight little virgin like you? You're probably loving this...mmm...just as much as I am!" he declared, withdrawing just a little bit and giving her a moment of relief, but it was short lived as his hips slammed back down and pounded her pussy once again, her virginity completely lost as he continued railing her. Such a big feline as he was, most girls with a wealth of experience couldn't handle Bermuda, and there was no doubt that Orio couldn't take much more of the punishment, but the pain was something he needed...it mingled inside of her with the pleasure of being so completely dominant, controlled, and fucked.

What more could she do but put her paws between her legs and try to spread her slit wider around the snow leopard who had broken her?

"I can't take it...it's too much!" Orio protested again, knowing by now that it was just spurring Bermuda on to take her even harder. "Please, n-no more, Bermuda!"

"You're panting like a horny little schoolgirl and spreading your pussy for me like hot butter...go ahead and keep trying to lie to me. I'll just make it even worse!" Bermuda was a man of his word, his hefty, thick orbs and sack slapping against Orio's taut little backside with such force that Orio wondered how it wasn't hurting _him_a little bit. Each thrust was harder than the last, and the pain of being pounded so hard, of being made so full when she wasn't ready was getting to Orio, as she tried to resist crying out for more, not knowing if she could take it. Bermuda, of course, didn't care if she could, and he added to that delightful pain that she felt as he leaned over to her neck and bit down hard, his fangs sinking into her neck and marking her deeply. Orio tried to shake him off of her, but he refused to let go, growling aggressively at her as she tried to shake him away. "And I can go a lot harder than this if I want to, little kitten..."

"NO! DON'T!" she pleaded, but she knew it was already too late, and her voice turned to a silent squeak as Bermuda hammered into her tight little pussy, his cock filling her up far past the capacity and poking her cervix with each deep, invasive thrust. It was a delightfully ticklish sensation for him to feel the very edge of what her body could handle, and for her, a twisted, painful and pleasurable adventure as the barbs of his member tickled at the cervix, spurring something on in her body that she couldn't possibly understand, but the part that truly mattered to her, that pain that she was so forbidden from enjoying, was starting to build up on her. Bermuda only made it worse, reaching around her thighs and gripping her soft, supple tits in his powerful paws and squeezing them tightly, his claws poking into the pillow soft flesh as he had his way with her. Her body was a playground for him, and he was intent on using her to the fullest extent that he could.

"Mnngh...gettin' kinda close, Orio...and you can't have a birthday cake without a good helping of frosting, right?" he teased, knowing she'd pick up on the obvious double meaning, and he could see the panic in her eyes as he bit his lip. Orio wanted to deny her own pleasure just one more time...she just couldn't admit that she was on the verge of a womanly climax...but Bermuda wasn't going to have that. He always made his partners cum, no matter how rough he was with them, and he'd do whatever it took to get her there. Lucky for his efforts, all it took was that first burst of fresh, feline seed inside of her tight, well-fucked walls to push her so far over the edge, the whole party heard her screaming in desperation.

"B-Bermuda...you didn't! We don't have a condom! How...how could you?!" she cried out against him, but the very thought of being filled up that way, of such a dangerous, lewd act was a mental stimulant as great as any pain she felt during their romp. "I'm...cumming..." she tried to whisper under her breath, but as more and more hot, thick cum pumped inside of her pussy, stirred and spread around by the impressive length inside of her, she finally lost the battle with her embarrassment and felt the surge of orgasm rushing up from her body and spreading out to every nerve ending in her being. "Bermuda! Yes! I'm cumming! F-fuck...fuck me harder! Harder!"

Bermuda didn't think Orio had it in her to ever demand anything in the bedroom, but summoning the last vestiges of his speed, the snow leopard delivered on her request and leaned her back as far as he could, the whole of his length sliding in and out of her with each thrust as he rode out his own orgasm, a sticky, messy flow of his cum pouring out of her entirely abused cunt each time that his hips pulled back too far. His climax was explosive, and when he could feel that her womb was about as full as it could be, he pulled out and slapped his cock down hard on her tummy, spraying a few last strands of heated seed across her soft, ample breasts and her face, soaking her in a carnal display of his affection, if it could be called that. "O-Orio...fuck! You're such a good little bitch kitten...and you definitely look good enough to eat now, all covered in frosting like that..."

Orio actually stuck her tongue out at him and licked a little bit of the tasty cum right from her lips, swallowing it audibly for him so he could see how much she appreciated his efforts. "Call it whatever you want...it might be sweet, but this is no frosting, Bermuda...and no matter what you call it, it's a giant mess all over my bedspread, now..."

"Guess you'll actually have to do some laundry for once. I've heard you're an awfully messy hybrid, at the end of the day..."

"...You're not allowed to talk to Huscoon anymore, okay?"

Bermuda chuckled quietly and reached down to give his cock a few more curious strokes, squeezing out the last of his sticky seed onto her netherlips, leaving the outside of her treasure just as messy as the inside. "I don't think you should be that upset at him. If he hadn't told me about this party, I never would have known to show up!"

Orio wanted to beg for a cuddle, but instead, she just smiled up at her rather rough lover and gave a nod. "I'll thank him for that later, then...gonna head back out to the party?"

"Nah...I suppose I can stay in here with you for a little bit, at least. Something tells me they aren't looking too hard for us anyway..."

Bermuda stayed right close to Orio, licking over the spot that he'd bitten almost all the way through their lovemaking and grooming the wound he left before nipping upon her shoulder once more, suddenly acting a bit warmer, to the point that it made Orio worry.

**

Knock knock knock

Orio hadn't figured out how to explain to her coworkers that "he" was suddenly a she. She didn't know how to tell her boss, she didn't know how to explain it to her family, and thankfully, she hadn't had to visit them yet. Almost any solicitors that had come by her apartment, she'd just lied to and said she was Orio's girlfriend and that he wasn't interested, keeping people off balance about her identity.

She didn't expect to see Bermuda standing outside her door right then.

"Awfully nice of you to come back for a visit, but my birthday isn't for another fifty weeks, and I don't have any 'cakes' for you to frost this time," Orio said in a rather sarcastic greeting, but in her heart of hearts, she was thrilled to see the snow leopard standing on her porch again. She made it rather obvious when she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him further into the door, but even compared to their first encounter, he was a bit stiff, and not in the nice way.

"W-well...there was something I thought you might need in the next couple days coming up here, and considering what happened, it was something I wanted to hand deliver to you, personally."

Orio took a small step back from her larger feline partner and looked up at him with bright, excited blues. "You actually brought me a real gift this time?"

Bermuda couldn't help looking aside. "Well...kinda."

Orio rushed him into the living room and shut the door behind him, nearly bouncing with anticipation. "Well, what didja bring me?"

"This," Bermuda replied quickly, pulling a small box out of his back pocket. "You...might want to use that right away."

Orio took the box in her paws, and the bouncy, giddy excitement faded from her eyes in an instant.

It was a home pregnancy test.