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Abigail didn’t especially feel the need to get crazy right before getting married, but it was tradition, and she knew she’d end up having fun. Besides, her friends were all kinds of eager about it. The club promised a show unlike anything she’d ever seen. She’d seen a lot of things! Most people assumed the bright-eyed doe was some sort of innocent angel who’d never dream of anything sexy. Those people definitely hadn’t heard the sounds coming out of the bedroom she shared with her husband-to-be Terry. Not all of it was the lion roaring.

Her eyes were wide open upon stepping into the club itself. The lights were bright, the music was loud, and there were bodies on display that seemed far too gorgeous to even be possible. She stared. There was no helping that. Spotting a group sitting around the stage, watching one of the ample-bodied dancers on the pole, she figured she’d bring her lady friends to join them. Mahiri and Jason - the leopardess and the dragoness in a lady form, still using the same name - were content to follow. The only thing wrong with the whole situation was spotting the last person she was ever supposed to see at her own bachelorette party.

“Oh! Hi!”

Terry’s deep concentration on the feline body in front of him broke with a start. He wore an expression like he’d been caught in the act of a crime, which only made Abby giggle.

“Don’t look so scared, I’m not here to bust you! I heard this was [i]the[/i] place for these kinds of parties. I guess we probably should have coordinated this better.”

Terry returned her smile soon enough. He wasn’t sure whether to get up and kiss her or if that was against the whole idea of the gathering. His friends were there, including Jason’s cute possum boyfriend Obie, and everyone seemed like they were having a good time or drinking their way to one. She just hoped bringing all those ladies in wasn’t going to spoil the mood. There was something for everyone on that stage.

“That must be Lance,” Mahiri said, gesturing to the stage.

She was referring to the unicorn showing off on the pole. Abby had a good look up and down his tall, powerful frame, and that truly impressive bulge bouncing with his every movement. She couldn’t help licking her lips. Then there was the tigress moving right alongside the unicorn, bouncing her bust and bulge in equal measure all through her dance. Abby gave a nod towards her rather than rudely point.

“And who’s that?”

“That’s Minerva. Everyone calls her Minnie.” When people looked at Mahiri as if they expected her to be embarrassed about how much she knew. She shrugged it right off.

“Well. I like what I see.” Abby flopped into one of the comfy chairs, kicking her hooves up in the air in the process. “Let’s see who can party harder!”

Her friends laughed. The last thing anyone knew her for was being a party animal, but she’d already made the step of going there. All there was left to do was enjoy the show. Lance caught every single one of their eyes with the way he moved those hips. Abby’s attention flitted between him and Minnie alike. When she stole a glance at her husband-to-be, she found him equally mesmerized by all the bodies. Not that she would have ever judged for such a thing. She was just happy they both could appreciate the same things together, including the heaving, tempting bodies on display. Eventually, she couldn’t help but lean over and whisper to the lion.

“Think I could ever learn to move like that?”

He gave her a look. She’d put him in an impossible, squirmy situation. The answer was obvious, but he couldn’t be [i]that[/i] forthcoming about it. Watching him eventually made her break out into giggles.

“Oh gosh, that was so mean, but worth it just to see your face. You don’t have to lie!”

Terry ran his fingers through his mane with a relieved chuckle.“I guess there’s one way for me to make up for it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll just have to learn how to move like that myself.”

“Ooh! Yeah! Now you have to do that.”

While they were murmuring and flirting, accomplishing the exact opposite of what their respective bachelor and bachelorette parties were supposed to be about, Lance continued his show. He scanned through the audience for anyone who was particularly caught up in it - and eventually, the answer was obvious. The possum boy was leaning in closer and closer, almost falling out of his chair just to get a better look at the unicorn. He was caught up in Lance’s magnetic presence as if it were literal, and there was only one thing to do about such a big fan.

There was no need for words. All he needed was a gesture, a quick come hither with a finger with his eyes trained firmly on the girly poss. There couldn’t have possibly been anyone else he was looking at, but Obie still looked all around him anyway, just to be certain. When he looked back at Lance, the unicorn nodded, and offered his hand. Even just climbing up onto that stage was tricky when he was so much smaller than the stripper, but there he was, blushing hotly, trying not to look back at all his friends watching him awkwardly standing about, unsure what to do with his hips. A little guidance was all it took.

With the unicorn clutching him from behind, Obie soon found he knew exactly how to move. And then to strip. Lance did most of the work for him, pulling one garment and then another off of the handsome girly boy. Obie had to blush again when he saw his friends catching his discarded clothing. A glance towards Jason revealed the dragoness’ approving smile. She leaned in closer, resting her head on her chin to appreciate the show her boyfriend was putting on. The look on her face was making it harder and harder to control his excitement. But that was the whole point.

What started as a slight brush of unicorn cock against his back was soon a deep, thorough, slathering grind. That size was plenty intimidating to anyone not used to it. Spending some long, intense nights with Jason had Obie with some serious training under his belt - and his tail. He found himself rubbing back into that dick just to feel it throbbing and dripping a generous dose of precum into his silvery fur. His own shaft couldn’t compare, but he let it fill out tall and confident in front of all his friends once he was mostly naked. Stepping out of his bottoms and kicking them aside might not have been the most elegant of stripper moves, but it would have to do. He needed to get totally naked so he could get scooped right up in Lance’s arms.

Supporting that regular-sized boy was simple for someone as big as Lance. The unicorn cradled him and clutched him by the thighs, lifting him into the air to dangle and squirm delightedly in front of everyone who was watching. All eyes turned their way. The regulars knew what was coming. Mahiri included. Obie could only wriggle until he found himself going all the way up to sit atop Lance’s cock like a throne. That was as far as he got at first, but some pushing and slowly sliding that pre-lubed shaft under his tail had him spreading out and stretching to accommodate all that equine dick, even if it meant making a great big bulge travelling up his trim middle.

Even stuffing the possum full of dick, Lance never ceased his dancing. He swayed from side to side, swinging his tail as he pushed inch after inch inside Obie. Gripping him tighter, hugging him to his chest and middle, the unicorn showed off his prize just as much as himself. When he wasn’t swinging and bouncing, he started thrusting. That friction was every bit as important as pleasing his audience. Obie let everyone in the entire club know just how good that dick was once Lance really got going. Sometimes he moaned, sometimes he just kind of screamed, as possums did. There was no helping it. He didn’t even care anymore if he sounded weird, and Lance’s fondly whispered praise just reinforced that.

“Good boy. Show them all what you can do. You make such a good dance partner.”

Grinding it out with that possum easily supposed in his arms, Lance fucked him deep and hard. He could tell right away that Obie could take it. Jason was stroking her own cock, watching her boyfriend getting rutted by the equine dancer. The steady [i]schlick[/i] of both their cocks only got louder and wetter the faster they both went. Jason synced up her rubbing as if she was imagining herself being the one going nearly balls-deep in that taught butt, making him bulge and shake all over with the pleasure getting pounded into him. Curling his eyes and closing his eyes tight was the only sign he gave of going over the edge, pushed to climax by the constant on-stage thumping he was getting.

Anyone leaning too close to the stage was liable to get wet. That was a well known rule around the club. Yet even so, Obie found himself blushing hard when he spurted so much, right towards his friends. Lance milked that cum out of him with his great big cock, leaving the boy writhing, twitching, clenching for more. The unicorn didn’t have to fuck that boy much longer to give him exactly what he wanted, and Obie rolled into a second orgasm without even getting a chance to come down from the first when he felt that unicorn erupting inside of him.

A stretch of that belly-bulging flare, a snort from Lance’s nostrils, and he went off. Just because he was used to fucking on stage didn’t mean he enjoyed it any less. A great bellow of a moan came out of him while he filled that possum right up, gushing so hard under his tail that he was filled to the brim in seconds. Then he gave him even more. Obie was drooling pure horse cum by the time Lance was done using him as his screamy little condom, limbs dropped down at his sides, weight supported fully by the unicorn clutching him close and sweating on him.

A slow lick across his cheek made the poss stir. So too did the warm whisper he heard from Lance’s lips.

“You’ve been such a good boy. If you like, I could certainly use the help refilling these nuts after all you drained from me.”

He gave another hump for emphasis, bumping those balls under Obie’s butt to let him feel the heft and slosh. Lance was hardly in actual need of anything to help refill. He could have fucked again in seconds, still stiff, primed, and ready to rut any hole he could. That wasn’t the point. Slowly sliding out of the well-stretched poss boy and leaving him to stumble and drip, overflowing with unicorn seed, splashing it over the stage once he was free and leaking, he stood tall and leaned against the pole. There was no need to rush or force anything. It was Obie’s decision - one he made without a second thought, pushing his pointed muzzle forth to catch at the dripping slit of Lance’s cock.

A few licks and kisses was all he was going to get. Lance pushed the back of the braided boy’s head and engulfed his face all at once. His moan had him tipping his head back, bracing his spine against the pole behind him, swaying his tail. He huffed and snorted at the first good [i]squeeze[/i] around his prey. That clamping grip ensured the choice was made. The possum was going down to churn in his balls, and there was no more backing out. Everyone got a little wetter, or a little harder just watching him start to eat that silly boy. Sex on stage was one thing. This was so much better.

The first resonating [i]GULP[/i] rang out so strongly that everyone in the club heard it, even over the constant thump of strippable music. Lance swallowed hard on that naked cutie, flexing his cock, pulling Obie right up to his toes. It only took another squeeze to bring him fully into the air, held there by the sheer strength of Lance’s lust. Every throb swallowed a little more of the possum. Jason clenched her teeth, watching him disappearing, bulging down the veiny length of Unicorn meat wrapped around his chest and middle. She never stopped stroking her own cock the entire time.

Just a little longer. Lance wasn’t dragging it out. He swallowed around that boy’s hips and slipped that cock into his own, pumping on it to really get those legs kicking. The way Obie flailed about like that, it was as if he had suddenly changed his mind, but Jason knew those movements. He only got that squirmy when he was really, truly enjoying himself. Blowing another load inside Lance’s cock, the poss helped lube himself up for the hot slide into the musk-packed darkness. Not that it was remotely necessary given the slick mess sliding all over his naked fur on the way down.

Another long, deep huff and a good juicy squeezing, he slurped Obie’s ass and thighs away, leaving that tail to droop and those toes to splay. A swing of his hips back and forth helped him show off his prey to the entire audience, from every angle. Everyone could see the outline of Obie’s figure all wrapped up tight beneath the surface, but it was soon to vanish away. Another pump, and another left Lance stroking his cock, kneading on the possum inside of it, helping drag him away and stuff him into a pair of loudly churning nuts that jostled and sagged a little with his presence.

Obie fit perfectly in there. He made those balls bounce a little, but they soon pulled up tight around him, hugging his outline in the process of getting to work on him. The churning was slow for the moment. He was mostly just getting coated in cum, sloshed around and soaked. That essence soaked so deep into him that he was going to smell like unicorn jizz for good even if Lance shot him out right that very moment. And that wasn’t happening. He left Obie to stew in that potent musk, writhing around mindlessly, while turning his attention to the dragoness making her approach.

Usually, clients were supposed to wait for his invite to step up on the stage. He gave her a close look, measuring whether he was in for a confrontation. Jason did just watch someone swallow her boyfriend right in front of her. By her engorged, dripping cock, it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the show. So what was she doing there? She was even bigger than the unicorn himself, and her dick measured up to his massive, legendary girth. Yet she wasn’t trying to fuck or dominate him. She simply offered a smile, followed by a playful pout.

“Hmph. You know what a good boytoy he is? Now you’ve gone and stolen him all for yourself. Hardly seems fair I won’t get to fuck him one last time.”

Lance arched a brow and put on his most seductive of smiles. “Well. There is a way, if you want one more chance.”

“Oh, I know that for certain. That’s why I’m here. Do you think you can handle someone my size?”

As confident as he might have been, Lance still took a moment to consider it. He looked her up and down, then, once he got her nod of approval, reached out and stroked his way along her curves. Jason faintly chuckled at the treatment. She doubted a little groping was going to tell him much. Yet after just that cursory examination, Lance seemed sure of himself. He offered his keenest of nods.

“I can.”

“Good. Then do it. I’m not letting that boy get away from me that easily.”

“Just follow me lead. We’ll make this a helluva show.”

To actually fit that much dragoness inside him was going to take the right angle. He reached up to take her by the hair, just to see if she was okay with that. Jason didn’t resist. She was ready to crawl in there herself if Lance was uncertain, but the unicorn conducted himself with such precision that all she had to do was go along for the right. It resembled Obie’s own gulping, but it was much slower, pushing up against her face, leaking precum all over her scales, drenching her in the same scent that had so enticed the possum. Huffing some good,fresh unicorn musk had a way of making her relax her posture, to slowly sway her tail, and to pulse all the harder with her dick pressed against her belly and squished between her tits.

She never did get a chance to finish in the midst of that messy show. That was how she liked it. Keeping herself on the edge for that long meant her balls were absolutely swelling up taut with the added pleasure. Lance slowly inched over her snout and engulfed her deeply in that embrace, eventually blacking out her sight and overtaking her hearing in those steady, powerful gulps. She got her hair drenched in his juices once he was squeezing around her entire head at once. Keeping her head tilted back ensured her horns slipped in smoothly along the way, too. They weren’t nearly as dangerous as they looked anyway.

Lance paced himself. He was all about putting on a show, but he had to be realistic about it. Inching along her scales brought him enough pleasure that he couldn’t help announcing it to the entire club, over and over. That ‘corn was moaning, and loudly. He shouted his pleasure while he overtook Jason’s shoulders with a surge of movement. Thrusting his hips into that sloppy triumph had him lurching forth and latching onto his next prey. The possum still squirmed around inside his nuts, swinging and swaying with every movement, jostling him around without getting the churning started yet.

Overtaking her breasts meant slurping around the tip of her cock in the process. The extra pressure and stimulation had Jason digging her toes into the stage, grunting, huffing, grinding in and out of the shaft consuming her. The extra pleasure made her swell. Not just her dick, but her balls were getting fatter too, growing and growing with all that pressure the longer she lingered inside Lance, swallowing his scent and taste from the source. Her sack grew so taut that she was straining just to sustain it any longer. Eventually she hit a point where she simply couldn’t hold on, sometime right after Lance got her bust and belly tucked away inside of her.

All the audience got to watch those dragon nuts draining and Lance’s swelling with the sheer output of Jason’s cumshot. She flooded the chamber she was sliding into, splashing a familiar marking scent all over Obie as if to greet him. While her balls shrank back down to their relatively normal, if still very plump size, Lance’s grew and grew. They were nearly down on the floor by the time he got to Jason’s waist, and there was still so much more dragoness to consume. Cumming that hard hadn’t made Jason any softer, either.

Crawling into Lance’s nuts, she reached out to snatch the cum-logged possum and drag her into his clutches with a playful growl. The tiny scream she got out of him always put a grin on her face, even in the darkness. She overtook him with her form the more of her got swallowed down with him. Lance’s balls were [i]packed[/i], but he wasn’t about to let that stop him. He kept on going with those long, juicy cock-gulps, kneading all around Jason’s naked form, slurping her into his body for the reunion to come. By the end, Jason was urging herself deeper before Lance was even ready, just so she could get her hands all over that possum.

Obie ended up smothered and pinned beneath the bulk of those scales, pressed against the slippery walls inside Lance’s balls, drenched in cum. Jason humped him from behind, grinding in his back until she could eventually get under his tail. That well-fucked hole was still leaking, but he’d tightened up again already. He always did, even after Jason had her way with him. Clutching him by a pair of girly hips, tugging him back, she eventually got herself in place after plenty of squirming and shoving against the tight confines all around them both.

All their movement just had Lance clenching down on them all the harder, outlining their lustful figures with every pump. He wasn’t juicing them yet, but he was definitely starting to soften them up. The real churning could come later, once they were done. Jason was growling with desire. Being drenched in horse cum was only making her hornier for her boyfriend. She pulled Obie back against her cock and started sinking inside of him just to bulge his belly all the faster. When they were going to get slopped down to spunk together anyway, she really didn’t have to show any mercy, and he didn’t want her to.

“Thought you could get away from me, did you?” she told him once she bent down close to growl in his ear.

“Nnnh ... I’d never. I’m so glad you’re here.”

They fell into their usual rhythm before long despite their cramped surroundings. Thumping him hard, pulling him back, Jason had a very willing, eager bottom to fuck wiggling and grinding on her cock. He got closer and closer to the base, impressing everyone who could make out the details of their rutting where they were bulging beneath the surface of Lance’s balls. The unicorn sank down on the pole, simply sitting his ass down to steady himself a little better. With his legs parted, he gave everyone an excellent look at his churning prey, eventually kneading on them to help them settle in. Not that there was much controlling them once they really got going with each other. Jason was going to fuck that boy numb, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop but for digesting her. Lance wasn’t ready for that just yet.

She snarled and cackled with glee fucking her precious boytoy right in front of everyone, concealed though they were. To some extent, she got to show off just what a good playing the poss was to everyone, and Obie was delighted to be on display. She fucked him and she nibbled on him, slamming, grinding, building up more and more speed, and he took it all, no matter how brutal it might have been for someone else. Eventually thumping her balls against his cute, round butt, she grabbed his tail just to yank it and make him tighter all around her, bellowing with pleasure when she felt him clench down on her and just keep clenching. Setting him off meant she was going off too.

Lance relaxed with his cock leaking while the show went on inside of him. Those massively swollen balls gave a pretty good look at those two bodies arching and writhing with each other. Obie was already so nice and full that Jason filling him up all the more with a great big cumshot in his rump meant he was drooling her spunk for her. She clutched him and squeezed him, rubbing his belly fondly while she made him slosh, pumping out a massive load from her flexing dick stuck deep inside of him. He could only quiver and offer a comparatively paltry mess, but it was still plenty pouring from his shiny shaft while he got creamed dumb.

By the time she was done with him, he was quivering in her arms. A drooling mess with a smile on his face, he sank into the cum as much as into Jason’s embrace. The dragoness didn’t pull out of him. He was going to stay right there, keeping her cock warm until they churned together. The unicorn was already hard at work on that, nuts loudly [i]glorping[/i] once the process really started going. He wasn’t going to be doing much dancing while he was sloshing them though, not with his balls as big as the rest of him.

With Lance temporarily indisposed, someone else was just going to have to step up. Minnie knew exactly how to fill that gap. She made eyes at both of the to-be-weds, but it was Terry whose gaze she really caught. The lion just couldn’t keep his eyes off the cat’s dick. She waved it at him and let him watch it filling out an impressive size. One much larger than his own, for certain. He was even more mesmerized when she turned those stripes around and showed him that juicy ass and how she could move it. Up and down, back and forth - he followed every single movement with his maned head until Abby elbowed him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling brightly. There was no scolding in her tone. “Maybe you should go join her? I kinda wanna see you sucking her off ...”

Terry looked at her with wide eyes for just a moment. He was still getting used to just how open she was about that sort of thing, even when he was about to marry her. Considering it for a moment eventually put a grin on his face.

“You’re right. I mean, I wouldn’t want to deny you what you want. This one’s all for you, of course.”

“Tease. Go! Get some tiger dick!” She gave him a little push that was unnecessary given he was already on his feet.

Minnie watched him approach, giving a circular gesture to welcome him closer. He waited for an explicit invitation to just hop right up on the stage, and that soon came with her extending a hand to him. He took it, and up he went, nervously swaying his tufted tail when he realized how many people were looking at him. Minnie had heard the whole conversation. She quickly comforted him by placing a hand atop his head, digging her fingers into his mane, and [i]grabbing[/i]. Holding tight helped her guide him down her naked body, rubbing his face into her fur until she could place his muzzle exactly where it needed to be.

He kissed at first, but he lost himself in seconds until he was drooling and slathering up that big fat tigress dick right in front of everyone. Abby just sat there blushing and admiring her handsome fiance and how good he was at tending to that much cock. It didn’t take Terry long to get his tongue under the head of Minnie’s shaft and his lips open wide to start sliding down on it. He may have overestimated himself just a little at first. Everyone got to see him hit a wall and quite roughly choke on it for a moment or two, but he recovered well enough to keep on working his way down in time.

“Gooood lion. Big strong man for your wife, but you’re going to be my cum-guzzling slut.”

Minnie kept her hand on the back of his head, but there was no need to push him along. She just gently jabbed her hips back and forth, humping his muzzle while he loudly sucked. The [i]schlip schlorp[/i] eventually overtook the churning from Lance’s balls nearby. Terry rumbled and moaned once he got to taste some precum, guzzling it down so eagerly it made him a little weak in the knees. He was still very much clothed, dressed up all handsomely while he got his mane soaked in the juices that leaked from his muzzle, pumping out thicker and hotter every moment. When she got close, she got two hands in his mane. He wasn’t going anywhere.

The tigress started humping, a little faster, a little harder, until her juices were drooling down the lion’s chin and soaking through his clothes. She fucked his face harder, faster, wetter, deeper, filling his throat with her shaft until he couldn’t even [i]glurk[/i] right anymore. Then she gave a fierce [i]rowl[/i] and lashed her tail. Cumming in that handsome lion’s mouth brought forth a huge, satisfying [i]squelch[/i] that turned the heads of anyone who wasn’t already watching. Everyone could see his throat bulging with the huge, deep gulps of cum he gave, chugging it straight from the tap even when it meant filling up his belly to the point of bloating, popping a button, ruining those perfect taut abs.

The overflow splattered into his mane, drenching him, weighing him down, leaving him looking so much less elegant than before. He really didn’t mind. Withdrawing with a grin, coughing up some of the tiger’s spunk, he left her rumbling just as much as he was. Maybe big cats claimed they couldn’t purr, but Abby sure thought it sounded like it. They watched each other for a time while Terry braced himself with his hands on his knees. Minnie leaned in close to whisper to him while he was recovering.

“You know, Lance and I have a [i]very[/i] special routine just for cute couples like you, if you think your doe might be interested.” She licked her lips near his ear and went on, much more bluntly. “I think you’d look good getting stuffed up my ass. I want to see that face disappear under my tail. And I [i]know[/i] Lance still has room for a doe in his nuts, no matter how full he looks.”

It was starting to look possible. After some churning and softening, Lance was back up on his feet, his balls shrinking and smoothing, though the couple was still very much visible inside of him. Terry looked at him, then at Minnie a few times. Only after thoroughly examining the strippers did he actually turn to look at the doe herself. She was wearing a delighted expression, seeing how much fun her hubby was having. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be part of his party, but it was all the more fun when she got to share in his indulgence. That was precisely why she didn’t even need to think about it when he tentatively gestured to her to join the three of them. Or five of them, technically.

They didn’t need to say anything. She could see the desire in Terry’s eyes. A big, elegant deer leap up onto the stage looked great until she faltered and nearly fell back, until Lance caught her. She stood there teetering on the edge, looking at the unicorn clutching her by the wrist, his dick twitching almost idly. The sheer size of that glob of precum leaking from the tip had her licking her lips. Eventually, she let him help her back onto her steady hooves and stand her straight in front of that spire. She’d already seen what it could do to her friends - one of them much larger than her, too. All she had to do was give herself to him, and that was going to be it.

Going face first like the others was tempting, but she turned her attention back to Terry instead. Reaching out for him, she soon had him by both the hands. The lovers met in a kiss without a word. They knew each other well enough to understand exactly what they were both thinking. Making out deeply the whole time, they slowly lowered themselves down, first onto their knees, then onto their bellies. Holding each other while they were all stretched out like that left them perfectly open to getting stripped of all their clothes, little by little. The unicorn rested his nuts on Abby’s legs while he worked, and Minnie crouched over her prey to be, lashing her tail with every inch of his muscular form she revealed. When everyone was ready, the couple felt themselves getting tugged by their ankles to line up their paws and hooves where they needed to be, but they never stopped kissing the whole time.

Sharing in that intensity and passion just made every squeeze and tug all the more pleasurable. Such moans they exchanged, swallowing them from each other’s mouths once the first few gulps commenced. They never parted. Their predators were just going to have to slowly walk themselves closer until there was nothing left of them. Lance worked slowly, despite how much smaller Abby was than his previous meals. He needed some time to make room for her. Minnie too was taking her time, wrapping the taut ring of her asshole snugly around just Terry’s toes, then his paws, his ankles. She let him really savour the feeling of sinking into the warmth of her body, slowly pulsing on him the whole way.

The more they worked down their bodies, the more of a dance it became. A flex, a twitch of their bodies was the only interruption of their performance. Lance slowly fucked his way towards Minnie, swallowing a little more of that deer the whole way. Terry started to turn into a muscular bulge in the big tigress’ belly, filling her out that much every time her insides pumped up tight and squeezed him into her warmth. Lance’s nuts gave a sudden lurch and a loud, aggressive churn that seemed to make the outlines of the pair inside him sink inwards, but they were still easy enough to distinguish.

Warmly overtaking Abby’s middle, Lance found his momentum again. No matter how full he was, he still wanted more. That gorgeous, precious doe was too much to resist, and swallowing her down right in front of her future husband was making his cock throb, his veins bulge, his flare swell with the excitement trembling through his shaft, dripping from the tip sealed around Abby’s waist. Minnie too was lost in a snarly-moan as she swallowed all that lion, working her hips up and down as she grasped the pole. Grinding onto his captive body, bouncing her ass up and down, she sped along to tuck him into her guts all the more swiftly, until deer and cat finally broke from their extended kiss with a little gasp.

If they couldn’t smooch through the last few swallows, they were just going to have to hold hands. Intertwining fingers and looking into each other’s eyes before the flared cock and flexing tiger hole overtook their faces eventually left them with just their hands outstretched. They were so synced up in their mutual enjoyment that they shared in an orgasm too, even when their fingers no longer touched. Lance got treated to a wriggling, gasping doe sliding down his cock, squirting herself stupid, and Minnie got some extra warmth added to her meal when the lion came hard where he was tucked fully in her ass.

The tigress made the lion curl up tight inside her after some maneuvering, dancing her way through the process of dragging him through her intestines, pushing him all the way to her belly. She swished her tail and hugged her arms around him once he was finally all nice and deposited, ready for a good gurgling. Her belly gave a good, deep [i]glut[/i] of greeting, immediately compressing around all that muscular meat inside of her, but that was no excuse to stop dancing. Back to the pole she went, showing herself off for everyone to see how much prey she was digesting, turning that big cat into more of her own feline curves a little at a time.

Lance meanwhile fell to his knees, but not because he couldn’t handle his prey. It was just some dramatic stripper flair that left his cock pointing upwards, swallowing up the last of those pretty doe features, turning her into a dick bulge and then a weight in his nuts. She slipped down and splashed into his spunk, to be greeted by two figures who were much more solid than she expected. Obie and Jason were a little squishy around the edges, partly creamed after an extended stay in Lance’s balls, but they were intact enough to swarm her and pin her between them both so they could take out that musk-drunk lust on her fresh body. She was more than okay with that.

That show was just for the three of them. Aside from the jostling and clenching, no one could really tell what was going on inside Lance’s nuts from the outside. He kept on squeezing them, slowly juicing them down even while Abby found herself squeezed between the pair of them, getting her pussy stuffed with possum cock and her ass stretched by a dragoness dick digging deep beneath her short tail. She gave some cries and silly little bleats while she got fucked deeper and deeper by her good friends, wrapped up in their passion, increasingly light-headed the longer she swam in pure musk.

The longer they went at it, the more Lance’s balls shrank down and smoothed over, absorbing some of their little details, clenching them down to a little less themselves and a little more thick, nut stuffing unicorn jizz. He soaked them and marinated them, keeping them at their peak, making every stroke and grind feel that much better the less they could think. They were mindlessly grinding it out, and Abby was getting filled up with cum from both sides before long at all. The cute poss boy could really plow when he was in the zone. Jason of course absolutely ravaged her, rutting her numb and dumb, until Abby was speechless and cumming for them all throughout the process of getting crushed and squished into a fresh load right with them.

Mahiri watched it all, eyes flitting between the two bodies. Lance churned the threesome down to one with every passing moment, and Minnie was doing some good work on Terry already. She was a little more aggressive with him. Guts were always a little more inhospitable than nuts. She wasn’t just sloshing him, but crushing him down, compressing him, all but chewing on him to get him nice and softer, closer and closer to absorption into her striped curves. As the minutes rolled passed, she grew ever so slightly thicker, taking a little more of him into herself, claiming his squirming body. But not before he blew one more load deep inside her at the excitement of it all.

After that, she worked hard to really make him hers. A performer like her wasn’t going to just go have a nap and work him off. She digested him right in front of what remained of his friends. There were still a few left in the crowd, Mahiri included, watching that powerful lion get crushed and churned down to something softer, something the tigress could knead and squeeze like he was nothing more than dough. She melted his mane off and turned him into a puddle more and more with every sway of her hips and every bounce of her fattening ass, adding him to her tits, her thighs, and her everywhere else all as part of her performance.

Inside Lance, things were slowing down. The panting, steaming, writhing trio was starting to melt into each other. They were still mindlessly thrusting and grinding away, operating more on instinct than anything else. Yet on and on they went, still twitching to the last clench. It wasn’t until Lance seized up tight around their forms and squeezed them together with all the might of his churning balls that they finally went still. Squished into one sloppy mess, stuffing his balls taut and smooth, loudly sloshing around inside of him, they were as good as creamed. Lance clutched the pole, audibly dripping precum on the stage, snorting hotly as his dick swelled and and flared, in need of release.

There was a cat right there, ready to help him. This time, he didn’t invite her onto the stage. Instead, he moved to the edge and leapt right off, landing on his hooves in front of Mahiri. The leopardess got shaken right out of her seat by that impact. She leapt up and found herself tilting her head way back just to get a good look at him, all on display. He didn’t go so far as to grab her, but she could feel that desire radiating off of him. All she could do was lick her lips, offer a rumble of approval, and reach out to touch the tip of his cock.

“Need some help letting off all that pressure?”

He didn’t answer with anything more than a snort of need. Mahiri gave a little mew of surprise when he swept her up in his arms on the spot. Off they went, walking off from the stage to instead tuck into one of the private rooms. He knew he was going to make a mess, even with that spotty condom to help him contain it. Cumming all over the patrons wasn’t always welcome. But her, he could do whatever he wanted. Her constant, approving rumbles even when he got a little rough about stripping off her clothes told him that much. He yanked and tugged until he’d peeled her out of her clinging layers and could grab hold of her bare tits, then her hips for himself.

“I’m probably going to regret this ... no takebacks though, I’m not tapping out for anything ....”

Her words were barely a whisper compared to Lance’s grunting, puffing, almost growling fury. He was a beast, and he needed a mate, or a breeding mount at the least. Her pussy trembled just looking at all that cock, listening to the squelch and [i]glurrrrn[/i] of him working through those creamed bodies, softening down the last few solid traces. All three of her friends were a great fat load of spunk, and there was so much to let out. She gave a little mewl when Lance pushed her down flat on one of those expansive couches, one normally reserved for getting private dances. Instead, she was pinned there, with a flared cock pointed straight at her womb.

Lance overtook her with his bulk, letting his nuts hang between her thighs. He pushed her into something of a mating press, with her legs high in the air, wrapped around his powerful form. Then it was all yowling and squelching as he sank inside of her, spreading her out, stretching her to the very brink and beyond. If she ended up a little broken after that, it was all going to be worth it just for the pressure of an impossibly stiff, flexing, spitting horsecock pushing inside of her. She wanted all of it, no matter how much it made her scream.

There was no stopping that unicorn. She only encouraged him to go further and further past the point of no return. Pushing her hips up towards him, squeezing him with her thighs, with her pussy, she pushed him to be a rutting beast. He thrust deep inside her and didn’t hesitate to start pumping her, hard. The room shook. Her body wobbled and jiggled as she did her best to cling to him, absorbing every slam. She was soaking wet in seconds and overflowing with his precum alone. The mess splashed out over her thighs, over her bulging middle, her breasts, and eventually the couch, floor, and walls. Lance wasn’t even cumming yet.

He wasn’t far off. There was nothing elegant or generous about the way he used her to milk his cock. She was his condom, his toy, and he fucked her deep into the couch beneath her like he was trying to break her. His nuts were already starting to twitch. He needed to drain his oversized balls, to empty out all that prey-cum into someone or something, and her warm womb was the perfect place to dump a load or twelve. Sweating, huffing, and listening to her mewls growing increasingly desperate, he thumped until he felt her pussy twitching and quivering around him, milking out a climax from them both that coursed through their bodies. Mahiri would have roared if she wasn’t so much whimpering.

Hot, tight cat cunt was all Lance could think about. He plunged forth, stretching Mahiri to the very limit, making her belly bulge all the way to the spot under her tits, and then he let go. All that tension meant it all came rushing forth at once. He brayed and he outright growled at her, gritting his teeth, drooling a little while he shot her full of spunk. The resulting [i]SPLURCH[/i] of release rang out to the room outside, and so did the resulting stream of cum once it waterfalled down from between her legs and splashed upon the floor.

He was painting the ceiling with the backblast, and Mahiri’s constant squirting, writhing orgasm wasn’t helping with that. Yet despite everything that spilled out of her, she was swelling. He made her belly bloat as he undoubtedly bred her with all the cum that used to be three of her friends. It just kept growing. The leopardess had her eyes shut tight, but she opened them to stare at her own middle when she realized what a balloon she was becoming. Her tits started leaking milk from the pressure while she got impregnated by the unicorn, and he wasn’t stopping.

Only when Lance had been cumming inside of her for a full minute, turning her womb into a stretched, bloated, claimed mess did he finally start trickling off. He held himself inside her, unable to even look into her eyes anymore. Her belly was as big as the rest of her, and his balls were back to something like their ordinary size - which was still massive. Ever so slowly pulling out of her brought a faint, gasping [i]mrrrrawl[/i] from her lips that wasn’t audible over the [i]schlicking[/i] and the squelch of cum erupting from her demolished pussy. She sprayed it out all over him, and then the floor when he stepped aside, but she wasn’t getting any smaller. Lance stood tall above the rosette-covered balloon, watching her wobble, listening to her slosh with her every shaky breath. He bred her immobile, and that was how she was going to stay for a little while, simmering in the aftermath of getting knocked up by the stripper-pred.

Minnie was finished with Terry by then, belly flattening out, smoothing over while she added him to her curves. Lance came to join her, showing off how much fatter his sex-slick cock was after churning someone. The tigress gave him a warm smile, squeezing her tits, just so he could see how much softer and heftier they were. She was nice and thick with her added padding. The almost-newlyweds were part of those performers, absorbed into their bodies, digested and claimed. Maybe they partied a little too hard. Or maybe that was the most romantic way of all to spend their time together.