There was nothing wrong with paying a visit to the pleasure club. Especially one eqiupped with the latest in erotic technology. Mahiri had to admit even she was a little awestruck by it all as she wandered inside and took a good look around. There were rumbling pleasure machines, virtual reality experiences, and a glance through a doorway revealed an antigrav chamber and all kinds of lewd things happening in there. There was no better place to have or observe some cutting edge, top of the line, future sex. Even the music boggled her mind a little. Just what sort of time signature was that? Everything was so advanced, so high tech that she couldn’t help but feel a little old just standing there, scanning over the various holographic displays, and of course the bodies of the dancers themselves.  

	“Oh, don’t look so overwhelmed. You’ll have fun, come on,” came Sable’s urging from behind, accompanied by a little bump of her bulge against the leopardess’ back. “Look, Lance and Minerva are on!”

The cheetah’s form was even curvier than Mahiri’s own. There really was no hiding her figure, with her top stretched to the very extent of the fabric’s resistance, pulled across two thick, jiggling tits. The outlined shape in her pants wasn’t any more hidden. Mahiri looked back at her and gave a little smile, following the urging until she had somehow managed to find her way to a seat in the audience. Most strip clubs she’d visited had a few seats, a few people leering by the stage, but this felt more like a proper show. Some of the observers seemed like they were genuinely there to enjoy the artisanship of it all. And others were masturbating furiously, right out in the open. Mahiri didn’t find that too shocking. She’d already seen much more carnal things the moment she walked in through the doors. Settling into a seat beside Sable, she leaned forward to properly lay her eyes upon the well-staged scene unfolding before her. And she liked what she saw.  

Mahiri had never seen a harness quite like that one. It floated. Slowly bobbing up and down, that hover-X looked like something out of a movie. But it was real. There were two familiar strippers on stage, and the smaller of the two was helping the larger get strapped in. Every time she got a look at the blue-furred tigress made Mahiri immediately wonder if she’d just stumbled across a relative of hers, given the resembling to dear ol’ mom, and this time was no exception. Though she was much younger of course, definitely not some long-lost aunt. Towering over her was an imposing hunk of a unicorn, all golden and blue, with an exceptional bulge tightly confined in his g-string. To Mahiri’s surprise, he was the one getting tied down. That X was just big enough to accommodate his lengthy form, and he hardly needed the help getting strapped in. The hovering device seemed to respond to his presence, adjusting itself and then snapping some restraints tightly around his wrists and ankles. The tigress was mostly just there to grope and tease, slowly swishing her stripey rump towards the audience as she worked. Soon the unicorn was secured, floating there, his considerable weight nothing for that machine. He was fully exposed, and helpless too. Just to demonstrate how tightly strapped in he was, he made a show of flexing and tugging against those restraints, his muscles bulging but failing to help him escape. He was fully at the tiger’s mercy, and by the sly look on her face, she was going to take full advantage of that.  

	Slowly stroking along the unicorn’s body, Minerva took her time and made sure to savour and tease him. First she was just rubbing his chest, then she worked her hands down his sides. Mahiri had to admire the technique, rather like a masseuse, kneading into the big equine’s hide until she finally brushed smoothly down to the inside of his thighs. That certainly got a reaction, in the form of his bulge heavily twitching, balls jiggling beneath the fabric. She toyed with the shape of his sack with a single digit, slowly lifting those heavy orbs then letting them drop and wobble again. Lance’s sheath was starting to fill out and push against that inadequate undergarment, stretching it out, threatening to snap the string until she finally saved it. Slipping that thong down the unicorn’s well-formed thighs, she let his cock flop free, laying across his balls before it started standing up all on its own. Then she lunged, laying both hands upon it, starting to stroke and admire it with a light but intensely precise grip, tending to every single detail, touching it like a flute while she stimulated all those little veins, ridges, and details of his thickening equine dick. Breathing a hot puff of air over it made it really twitch, flaring out as it reached its full side, looking roughly equivalent to Mahiri’s whole arm, or maybe more. Minerva finally teased him with the tiniest of licks, just a faint flick of her tongue across the very tip to lap up the thickening bead of pre glistening there. Then her eyes were scanning over the audience.  

	“What do you think, Lance? Feeling good? A little needy maybe?”

	“Hhhfff ...” came his equine snort.

	“I thought so. But oh, dear me, I doubt I’ll be able to take care of allll that by myself. Looks like I might need some help.”

	She kept scanning until her gaze fell upon Mahiri and Sable. The leopard didn’t even react at first. Surely she was looking at the ample cheetah and not her. There was clearly no better choice for a stage show like that one. And she was partly right - Minerva had definitely selected Sable for a helper. But she was fixated just as equally on the leopard herself. When Mahiri hesitated for too long, the tigress reached her hand out as if to help her. Which wasn’t going to work, they were way too far away from each other, but it was the motivation Mahiri needed. She stood up alongside the cheetah, getting some whoops and cheers as soon as she did. Some of them were probably for Sable, but she couldn’t help purr a little at all the attention, swishing her tail as she turned to regard the audience with a little smile. She just hoped they liked what they saw once she revealed everything she had.  

	“This isn’t ... quite what I expected,” Mahiri admitted out loud to no one in particular as she hopped up on the stage, ignoring the offer of help in favour of using that feline agility to scale it in a single bound.

	“Don’t worry. I’ve seen these kinds of shows before. You’re going to have a great time,” Sable assured her, stepping right up too.  

	Lance greeted them with a lusty grin, hardly needing to say anything to show how much he approved of Minerva’s choices. Not that he could have done much about it if he didn’t. He was fully exposed, all stretched out spread eagle before the ladies that surrounded him. Minnie continued teasing him with those strategic touches, groping just enough of him to keep him full of anticipation, twitching, quivering, pumping tight and taut as the veins on his dick bulged. Another spurt of precum soared up high and landed directly at Mahiri’s feet. She glanced down at the splatter and couldn’t help but swish her tail a little. It was better when she tried not to think about how many people were sitting behind her, leaning in eagerly to observe every single detail of the action, probably ogling her ass with it all wrapped up tight in leather, as she liked to wear. At least they were patient. Minerva, less so. When she saw the other cat just standing there, she quickly turned her attention to the stage-frightened leopardess and took her by the wrists.  

	“Come on, don’t be shy! Touch! Enjoy him.”

	Mahiri didn’t really have to be told twice to feel up such a lovely specimen. She ran her fingers lightly across his chest, then his middle. After that, she was massaging much more deeply, admiring his tone, his figure, his strength. Yet for all that muscle, he couldn’t break free of those restraints. She could do anything she wanted with him. A fangy grin slowly spread across her face as she was possessed by the spirit of horny mischief. Playing with his cock was the next logical step, giving it some slow, firm tugs to make the unicorn snort for her. Then she squeezed it a little, watching the juices trickling from the tip. Leaning in, she puffed a hot breath over his cock, letting it throb in her grasp, teasing him with just how close her lips were until she finally rewarded him for his patience with a slow lick across the tip of his dick, replacing the smeared mess of precum with a sleek layer of saliva, glistening there under the neon lights. He might have groaned for her, or even complimented her, if Sable wasn’t already giving him so much to deal with.

	The cheetah wasn’t the sort to waste time with teasing, especially not with an audience. She already had her cock out, and she went right ahead and plapped it atop Lance’s face with a solid thud. He was smothered in seconds, his horny safely tucked up between her thighs as he tilted his head back to immerse himself in a fine pair of cheetah nuts. She smooshed down atop her nose and got to grinding, humping along his lips and nostrils while her cock stood up straight. When he licked, she was even harder, firming and filling out to a swollen, pulsing peak, dripping down on his chest as those fluids got thicker. Was she already cumming? No, she was just making a mess as her arousal leaked all over Lance’s chest. Mahiri couldn’t help but observe with a bit of jealousy. She couldn’t possibly compare to such potency. But there was no hiding it anymore either way, the bulge in her pants getting increasingly uncomfortable the more excited she got, watching the unicorn so eagerly slurping everything Sable had on offer. With his hands bound, all he could do was service her, pleasure her, worship her, while the cheetah stood tall and soaked it in, her whole body rolling with smooth, nodding motions of approval.  

	“Come on. Let me help you. I think these people want to see what you’ve got,” Minnie urged, wrapping her hands around the leopard’s waist, slipping up behind her. That meant pressing her own cock to Mahiri’s lower back, glossing along her top while she stroked up along the spotty cat’s sides, slowly removing layer after layer of clothing. “You’re pretty overdressed for this I must say. But don’t worry, we can fix that.”

	Soon, the cat was topless, her bare, bouncing breasts provoking a few quick woops from the audience, though they quickly quieted down. She wasn’t sure if that meant they weren’t particularly impressed, or if they just had so much respect for the show that they hushed themselves. Minnie slipped her hands up along the leopard’s bare belly, massaging out those purrs, and took a deep, firm grip of her tits, squeezing so hard that Mahiri couldn’t help but yowl. She humped her a few times too while she was at, grinding tigress cock against those bare spots, streaking them with some precum. That was enough to encourage Mahiri’s cock to full, straining against the leather until Minerva finally assisted her with freeing it, letting it spring forth all shiny and smooth, the pitch black hue glistening under the lights. Minnie gripped it as soon as she could, giving a few strokes before bucking her hips to urge the spotty cat forwards. A nip on her ear from the tigress only ensured the leopard stayed fully erect, accepting the other feline’s guidance until she was standing right between those strong equine thighs.  

	“Go on. I can tell you need him. And look how helpless he is! I bet he’d love it if you just went ahead and took whatever you wanted.”

	Sable had already taken that advice to heart. She wasn’t just grinding anymore. Slipping her cock right between Lance’s inverted lips, she plunged straight towards his throat, clutching at his chin so she could fuck her way inside. The unicorn was perfectly cooperative with that. He sucked upon every single inch she provided, even once she started stretching his jaw with her sheer girth. His muffled grunts and groans were mostly for the pleasure of her taste, and then there came the glurks of swallowing inch after inch of plump cheetah meat. His throat showed a lewd outline of Sable’s cocks while she shoved it straight down. Soon she had her nuts planted right against his nose, grinding some cheetah musk into his senses while she facefucked him as hard as she liked. He held up just fine. Swallowing, slurping, drooling plenty, he was an enduring, fuckable stud, one who was content to suck Sable’s cock just as hard as she fucked him. If there were any doubts left in Mahiri’s mind about whether he really enjoyed such treatment, then that surely eliminated them.  

	“Mmm, I didn’t realize how eager you were, Lance. Not many guys your size like being on bottom so much. But something tells me you’ll appreciate how this feels ...”

	Sliding her hands along the underside of Lance’s thighs, she stroked and groped and squeezed deep as she lifted his legs up just to get the right angle. Stepping closer and closer until she finally kissed the tip of her cock against his smooth, donut rim got a moan out of him that even Sable’s dick couldn’t fully muffle. And that was just from a tease. He got noisier, sloppily sucking the cheetah off even while he flexed and squirmed against those bindings, finding them as unyielding as ever, no matter how worked he was. Mahiri delighted in teasing inwards slowly, getting the crowd on her side as murmur built to a roar. She glazed his donut with her pre once it started flowing thickly, making it nice and glossy as she lubed him up, spurting out of her to splash on his tight ring. Then there came the initial push, finding her mark and sinking forth, slowly spreading him out while he clenched around her first half-inch. She wasn’t really inside just yet, but she was close, slowly inching along as that whole device shook up and down with the force of Sable’s fucking. The cheetah certainly wasn’t taking her time like the leopard. She slapped that horned horse’s face with her nuts as she fucked him hard, splashing the juices of the drooly suckjob all over the stage, filling the room with a steady schlicking that rose up even over the thumping music.  

	“Yeah, that’s it! Now get into it!” Minerva urged.

	Mahiri wasn’t entirely sure what ‘it’ was. Maybe she meant Lance himself, or maybe she just meant the general spirit of things. Either way, it was easy to become intoxicated by the moment, by the lust and energy fed to her by the increasingly noisy, but unintelligible crowd. If they were chanting or cheering anything in particular, she couldn’t tell. She was far too focused on her goal. The unicorn’s ass was tight, warm, and hugged her in all the best ways as she pushed inside. One full inch, then another, her momentum carrying along, tail lashing, chest rumbling as she moaned her way to balls-deep inside the equine. A solid thump of her nuts against his cheeks rattled through his whole body, seeming to make him briefly flinch. She didn’t mean to get so rough with him like that. It just came to her naturally when she was getting squeezed on in such an exquisite way. As much as she wanted to fuck him stupid right that very moment, she had to pause a little while just to close her eyes and toss her head back with pleasure, splaying her crimson locks out over her back while Minnie patted her on the back and rumbled her approval.  

	“Mm, see? He’s a big guy, but he’s still so fuckable. Go ahead. You don’t have to be gentle with him.”

	That was apparent enough for how well he was handling Sable’s assault. The cheetah didn’t seem to ever tire, working like a well-oiled machine to piston in and out between Lance’s lips. By then she’s splashed so much mess that it was trickling down to his chest, working in and out the shape of his well-formed pecs, mixing with his perspiration as he overheated in the presence of two lusty ladies. Mahiri clutched his hips tight while she finally started fucking him, and she quickly found herself losing control of her pace. As much as she wanted to be nice, she couldn’t help it. She needed to pound that pretty stud. His tight ring massaged her with every stroke as she worked her hips back and forth, slipping and slopping in the slick mess of precum those tight squeezes milked out of her. A solid thump of leopard nuts to his ass made his thighs wobble slightly, though her ass and tits were shaking plenty more as she threw herself into those thrusts, bucking, pumping, and pounding that handsome equine until he was surely going a little numb from pleasure. The pulsing of his cock against his belly and thick, gushing shots of precum her wet, eager fucking was getting out of him told her he wanted nothing more than for her to keep going, just as hard, just as fast, that eager clenching and contracting amplifying, accelerating, driving her into a fang-bearing frenzy of half-feral lust that she rutted out just above the base of his soft tail with an enduring thump thump thump that rivalled Sable’s own ruthless pace.  

	With his mouth so thoroughly occupied, Minerva was just going to have to do the talking for him. She groped herself, cupping her tits and moaning sharply as she observed the scene, acting as if she could somehow feel every stroke of their cocks into Lance.  

	“Yes, yes! Fuck him, pound him, fill him up with cum! Don’t stop until his belly swells ... I know how eager he is to slosh with some thick girljizz ...”

	Driving at such a relentless pace, Sable didn’t hesitate when she felt the cum building up in her nuts. She rolled right from pounding Lance’s face into gushing down into his belly. A taut flex of her most prominent vein was visible right beneath the stretched skin of his throat, throbbing away while she spurted until his nostrils were overflowing with hot cheetah jizz. Mahiri felt compelled to match such a pace, rolling her hips, thrusting, rutting, throwing herself into a steady, sloppy rhythm of shoving wet feline cock up into that handsome stud. He was groaning with delight, tensing up around her, letting that cat feel just how much he was enjoying it. The trembling embrace of his inner grip grew more frantic the close she milked him to orgasm. It would have been easy to just grab hold of his dick and stroke him wildly until he exploded all over himself and the guest stars of the show, but she wanted to earn it. She had an audience after all. It was far too much fun to show them what she could really do.

	That meant fucking the unicorn’s tight ass until he was kicking in his restraints, gargling cheetah cream as he contracted hard around the leopard’s shaft, sealing her inside, refusing to let her go. There was no pulling back, only driving ahead, bringing her to a slight snarl as bliss rose up hot inside her, tingling down her spine and making her cock expand with the pressure of orgasm running through her. The sight of the equine’s own shaft giving those telltale spasms, flaring out while his balls pulled extra tight, moments away from gushing only served as the perfect motivation to keep going, to keep fucking that fine horse rump until he sprayed her down. She closed her eyes after that, losing herself in the sensations, in the perfect massage that milked her dry. Finally, there came her yowl as she filled him, syncing up nicely with his own release. An impressive arc of unicorn cum shot straight up and came splattering down on her tits, as if aimed perfectly. She was just going to have to spurt him full for making such a mess of her fur, hosing down his insides until that smooth donut was overflowing with thick white leopard cream.

	It took a while before Lance finally released his grip. He didn’t go easy on Sable either. As much as he surely needed a good gasp of air, he sealed his lips around that cheetah dick and held on tight for as long as he could manage before finally letting her slide free with a slop of cum trickling down from his inverted head. It ran through his hair, dripped from his features, even stretched a strand from the very tip of his horn until it snapped off and splashed to the floor. The stage was a mess before Mahiri even pulled free, and that came paired with a heavy gush of all that pent up seed he couldn’t hold inside himself, pouring down between her thighs as she stepped back to pant and purr. Her cock hadn’t softened much. There was still plenty of desire flowing through her veins, but she permitted herself at least a moment to recover. Lance certainly didn’t go neglected. As soon as Mahiri was one, Minerva was in, slipping between his legs to pick up where the leopard left off, sinking slickly into that creampie that flowed from the unicorn’s backside.  

	With his mouth free, he was free to groan while the tigress fucked him, though he was still quite muffled by the cum in his mouth and throat. Gurgling and gargling, he was soon moaning out something that vaguely resembled the tiger’s name as she leaned down over him, pressing his cock up between her tits, licking the very tip of it, pumping her hips the whole while. That floating harness was surprisingly stable, even with that stripey ass going up and down so mightily. Mahiri watched her go, feeling vaguely unsure of what she should be doing for a while until she just copied Sable. Together, cheetah and leopardess surrounded Lance’s face, letting him alternate licking the cum off their dicks, bouncing back and forth as if he couldn’t decide which one he liked better. That kept him busy while Minerva milked to another throbbing, dripping hard-on, though she didn’t quite make him cum. Instead, she just rubbed and teased and slurped, edging him, making him squirt precum again, but wrenching back as soon as he started trembling with pre-orgasmic tension. A toss of her head, a small roar, and she added to the belly-filling mess, pumping jizz into that well-glazed donut for a few ropes, before pulling back and laying the rest of the mess over that fine hole, making it vanish beneath the flood of her cumshot, creaming up the inside of his thighs until he was utterly soaked in cat cum. Only then did she stand back to admire her handiwork with a little smirk.  

	Mahiri wondered if it was over, finding herself glancing around with a bit of visible confusion. They really hadn’t given her any direction on this performance. But the enduring tension in Lance’s dick, the shaking, flexing, bulging hardness was a pretty clear indication that he needed more. It would have been cruel to step down from the stage and leave him shaking like that. Minnie toyed with that shaft ever so carefully, handling it as she might a bomb, as if worried she might set him off with just a little too much attention. She purred on him, breathed on him, licked her lips less than an inch away from his erect spire, but she refused to pleasure him any more than that. Instead, she spoke, rumbling towards those guest stars as she looked up from between Lance’s legs.  

	“Come on, girls. He treated you nice. Don’t you think you should return the favour?”

	Mahiri tipped her head at first, until Minerva elaborated further.  

	“Go on, spotty. Get down there and eat his ass. Tidy him up after making such a mess.”

	It wasn’t quite a command, but it was certainly an urging. Mahiri was happy to oblige, either way. She smiled to the tigress and the crowd alike, giving the unicorn a pat on the horn as if for good luck before slipping down between his thighs once more. This time, she bent right down, pushing her face up to the base of his tail and laying a sweet smooch right on his well-fucked donut hole, getting a faceful of her own cum and Minnie’s too. Sable meanwhile didn’t need any advice. She knew exactly how to pay Lance back for such a good sucking. That meant slipping around to his side, running her hands over his hips to frame them and brace herself, bending down beside the leopard so the audience could ogle two fine butts at once. Soon she latched on, sucking her way down that equine dick, pushing it towards her throat like without a hint of bother for its size. A steady glurk was her wordless thanks, stuffing her cheeks with fat unicorn dick and swallowing plenty before finally sliding up again. Mahiri had her work cut out for her if she wanted to match the intensity, but a tingly feline tongue was practically cheating. A good few slathers across Lance’s rim left her with a mouthful of spunk, but that certainly didn’t dissuade her from spoiling him as thoroughly as she liked. A swallow and she was reading for more, slowly wiggling that pink slurper inside, little by little, delighted by the way he snorted and huffed for her. Or maybe that was for Sable. Either way, it didn’t matter. They were making that unicorn feel good.  

	Of course, all bent over like that, she was hard to resist. She wasn’t even really surprised when she felt Minnie slipping up behind her, followed by a clutch of her hips and a wet plap of tigress dick against her butt. The stripey cat just went ahead and took what she wanted, pushing her cock between those cheeks and getting a good grind going. She didn’t bother waiting for Mahiri to be ready. She gripped tighter, digging the tips of her thumbs and claws into a spotty cheek each and then just started pushing, sinking, shoving the leopard full of cock, penetrating her all nice wetly, pushing forward to muffle her yowl in that fine equine rump. Keeping the other kitty smothered with her thrusts alone, she had her hands free to reach over and take the cheetah by the hair, seizing her tightly. Sable was plenty large, but all it really took was a little shove, a little extra urging while she was licking along the tip of the unicorn’s dick. This time, she didn’t manage to part her lips and suck on him again. Instead, her whole snout sunk suddenly into that flexible cockslit. The moment Lance felt her inside, he clamped down, leaving Sable unable to tug back. Then there came that firm, fierce clenching, the kind so potent that it was inching the cheetah’s whole face inside, immersing her in the heated, musky confines of his cock, greedily kneading her inwards. He spoke for the first time.  

	“Mf. Good choice, Minnie. Going to give me the spotty too?”

	“Of course, Lance. Just relax.”

	Mahiri had all of two seconds to consider what was going on before a sharp thrust shoved her whole muzzle inside the unicorn’s backside. She could feel that same strength, that same flexing tightness that had so succulently milked her squeezing all around her face. It was enough to keep her stuck, to squish and tug and drag her inwards without even needing Minerva’s help. The tigress just made it go faster. A thrust and the leopard was sinking in past her chin, the pleasured contractions that came when her features ground against his prostate only making his cock slurp Sable in faster. The cheetah made for a hell of a bulge in his dick once he made his way to her shoulders, but he wasn’t about to let that bother him. He smoothed over her features, sent her face dunking down into his nuts, and soon set to work slurping and squishing her tits as he ravenously devoured the cheetah with his dick. The leopard was faring even worse, soon slurped in to her waist, utterly buried within his heated confines, getting her ass fucked and slapped with Minnie’s nuts as she fed the other cat to the unicorn. It was all too much for her to resist, leaving her manically rutting that spotty ass right before Mahiri’s hips vanished into that slick donut. That rapid pounding was enough to send her over, leaving her creaming the other kitty full before pushing on her thighs, shoving hard and popping free, cumming all over those legs as they got pulled up inside the equine’s digestive system in reverse. An intensely hot and slippery slide soon had Mahiri inside Lance’s bulging belly while he polished off the cheetah’s middle.

	His nuts were sagging extra low, clenching up around Sable’s face, highlighting all those features. Despite the sensitive place he was putting her, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by her size. She stretched him and outlined tightly in those sloshing orbs, hanging down between his bound thighs as he spurted juices around her waist. Minnie was quivering with delight as she lifted Sable’s legs right up off the ground, feeding them down into the unicorn, letting gravity assist those constant clenches to help him devour his cock-meal. The crowd was almost silent through it all. But it certainly wasn’t for any sort of disgust or shock. They all knew what kind of show they were in for. And they weren’t going to ruin the moment for anything, frozen in lustful awe as they watched the very last of the cheetah’s thick tail wriggle away down Lance’s bulging cock, that stretched shaft returning to relatively normal once Sable was nothing more than an extra-large shape sagging his sack, swinging back and forth as she sloshed in the spunk churned up hot and fresh by her presence. It was already doing its work on her.  

	Lance’s gut meanwhile remained relatively tame. It faintly gurgled, rumbling and kneaded around Mahiri, but she didn’t feel any tingling yet. After she got herself curled up and comfortable, it was surprisingly cozy, if a bit confining. It was about to get a whole lot more cramped in there. Minerva finished off her show of feeding her co-star, but she wasn’t done yet. A spin of her tail and she swiftly dashed across the stage, producing a pair of free-floating shackles. Affixing one to each ankle, she was swiftly ascending into the air, flipped upside down and dangling there. Her hair flipped up over her face, but she still managed to pilot herself over to where Lance remained bound. Hanging like a bat right over his face, she met him in an inverted kiss. Their lips met, their tongues rubbed against one another, and things just got deeper and deeper as he pushed herself into his face, slipping past his teeth, inserting her muzzle right into his mouth. Those restraints kept her hanging there, slowly lowering at her urging as she slipped along the surface of his tongue, stretching his jaws with her entire head at once. Just feeling the constrictions of his throat around the very tip of her muzzle was enough to get her moaning straight down the echoing cavern of his gullet, her hips wiggling as those hover-shackles rattled around her ankles.  

	“Nnnnf, god. I love your mouth, your throat, those sweet drooly swallows ...” she whispered into his open throat, barely audible even to herself.

	There were few things that brought her more pleasure than feeding herself to the unicorn, again and again, as evidenced by the mess trickling down from her invested pussy. Juices flowed along the shape of her belly, smeared along her tits, and soon joined with all the drool as he worked on fitting her bust into his mouth. Bound as he was, he couldn’t do much to contribute to the feeding process other than keep his jaws open wide and swallow regularly. That was plenty enough for Minnie. She worked her body with nimble expertise, squeezing her curves into Lance’s gullet, letting it knead and massage the moans out of her, sending them echoing down towards Mahiri. The leopard heard those sounds of pleasure growing closer and closer, combined with the deep, satisfying GULPS that pulled her inwards. Soon, she met the tigress face to face, then ended up squished against her back. Lance slurped along Minnie’s booty, working from rim to pussy to balls before polishing her off. Those shackles released just in time for him to slurp over her paws, teasing her soft pads and licking between her toes, wriggling, slurping, and drooling plenty. One last spit-flinging swallow send her fully descending to meet the leopardess, squirming in pleasure all the while, her hard cock sliding down the inside of Lance’s throat until she settled snugly in right with the leopardess, stretching his belly with the massive shape of two consumed kitties.

	There wasn’t much room to maneuver or to even squirm at all inside of him. That meant Minnie was just going to have to deal with how she ended up. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was just sheer luck, but either way she soon snugly settled into Mahiri’s lap, letting the spotty cat’s cock push up beneath her tail. It was time for the leopard to fuck her back, and she soon found a spot right between her thighs, pushing against that wet sex with the first prod, then inside with the second. Minnie was drenched and horny after getting swallowed, and the leopard was plenty worked up by the heated, musky process of getting fucked up that horse rump, ensuring she was hard and pulsing as she sank balls-deep in tigress pussy. She couldn’t have pulled out if she wanted to, confined by that kneading belly, squished tight against Minnie’s stripes. All she could do was lick, nibble, and fuck, bouncing her hips as best she could. There wasn’t much room to get leverage, but she did the best she could, slipping and slopping into that flooded cunt in short, pumping thrusts, jiggling Minnie’s body and the belly-bulge of their forms with those rapid, vigorous motions.  

	“Nnh ... don’t ... not inside or you’ll ...” the tigress fussed, but she stopped before going any further. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad outcome after all, if she just gave in to her own desires, let the leopard go all the way. How she longed to feel that plump, potent cock unloading into her womb, bare, unprotected. The thought alone was enough to warm her into a clenching, convulsing state, quivering around Mahiri’s dick, aching with a sudden primal need. And she had no choice but to accept it, given how little they could move in there.  

	Sable’s situation was proving much more dire by the second. Trapped inside the unicorn, she was subject to all that equine virility, feeling it assault her from all directions, squeezing in and tingling along her skin. She splashed and pushed out on the constricting walls, forming outlines of her palms and her face as she wriggled around in there, but there was no defeating such overpowering, greedy lust. Lance’s stomach might have remained relatively dormant, but his balls were the complete opposite. They were aggressive, forcefully churning in on all that cheetah, slowly processing her down to something softer, smoothing over her curves, claiming her one gworgle at a time as the crowd huffed and grunted, trying not to outright moan to the sight. Some of them couldn’t hold back anymore. They were finishing off to the sight of Sable’s curves shrinking, of those distinguished cheetah features fading with every slosh and glorp, her figure melting down flat beneath the stretched skin of Lance’s nuts until there was little more than a slightly shapely lump saggng in his cumtanks. His balls were fuller with every messy squeeze, transforming an entire cheetah from a constantly squirming bulge to a faintly twitching, formless shape, making her into nothing more than a heavy load of nutsludge, and some extra heft to his cock. It was already impressive enough even before getting fattened up by his liquefying prey.  

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	Maybe the energy of it all was rubbing off on Mahiri, or maybe that tigress pussy just felt good all wrapped up snug around her cock. She was taking full advantage of it either way, pumping, bucking, doing her absolute best to fuck that tight tiger cunt, buried balls-deep inside while she rumbled all over Minerva’s back. Minnie certainly couldn’t escape that plunging leopard shaft. And she couldn’t escape the pleasure either. As much as she tried to fuss and squirm, that dick felt good. She was moaning against the walls of Lance’s stomach, her outlined face visible to the heated crowd, the motions of Mahiri’s hips producing some generous jiggles of the unicorn’s gut. Up and down, back and forth, wobbling and sloshing they went as Sable creamed up into nothing but cum and a few stray bones, separating in the thick load of spunk that weighted Lance’s sack right down to the stage. His balls rounded out, smoothed over, and went perfectly taut, not showing a single wrinkle as their smooth, glossy surface shone beneath the lights. His cock flexed hard right as Mahiri’s own began to twitch, the leopardess lunging forth and playfully sinking her teeth into Minnie’s shoulder as she hit her peak. There was nowhere for the tigress to go, nowhere to squirm. She was just going to have to take that full cumshot in her pussy, feeling it pouring out into her womb, filling her, stretching her, bloating her just in time for that tight chamber to reject them.  

	Each and every one of Lance’s inner muscles went to work squeezing the two of them back out as he pumped himself towards orgasm with nothing more than his own tight, flexing strength. His cock throbbed and spurt, those first few trickles almost undoubtedly at least partly Sable, all churned up thanks to that pumping, compressing pressure. All he needed was someone to stroke him a few times and he would have erupted instantly, but he couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t grind against anything, couldn’t even buck his hips much with those restraints so succinctly keeping him in place. He fucked the air as he snorted and neighed, gritting his teeth, the intense pressure causing him to squeeze the two cats down through his system once more, sending that bulge of their shape wiggling about as they slipped back and forth through his intestines. Eventually they met his rim once more, their paws pushing free, followed by the rest of them, slowly rebirthed into the world in a smooth, firm push. They dripped and glistened, their fur matted down in various juices as they remained together, the leopard still penetrating that cum-splorched tigress pussy, dribbling down both their thighs once they hit the stage with a wet thud.  

	They remained panting there, sprawled out in the puddle of juices that streamed off their fur. Before either of them could move much, or catch their breath, there came that triumphant neigh of climax as Lance finally flexed his way to a peak. His cock gave a violent twitch, stiffening sharply, thumping, pounding in the air, the veins trembling as if his shaft could barely contain the pressure running through it. Then there came that explosion, that volcanic climax that showered the two cats in cum, in everything the cheetah had become. They were whited out in an instant, left totally blank and gone as they splashed and simmered in the mess, feeling it painting every single inch of their bodies, plastering them, pouring over their every detail, their every spot or stripe. Their faces vanished beneath the torrent, their features painted white as if they were to be swept away by that cascading tidal wave, barely visible but for a paw or a tail tip poking out of the massive puddle. The splurch of firing off another fat rope came to them filtered through the surface of all that jizz, as if they were underwater. It was that moment that several members of the audience went off themselves, climaxing on their own chests and bellies as a wave of equine musk flooded the room. Nobody was getting it more thickly than the cats themselves, splattered to the stage and barely moving as they gurgled and splashed beneath the blanket of all that spunk.  

	The coating of cum provided for some ample protection when objects started raining down on them. At first Mahiri thought it might have been the audience pelting them with something out of disappointment, but that crowd was anything but unsatisfied. No, it was something more morbid than that. Many of those bones had been polished over smoothly by the process of cum conversion, but they were still pieces of that digest cheetah. That was all that remained after a short bath in Lance’s nuts, those scattered bits of femur and ribs clattering upon the stage after they rolled off the backs of the cum-drenched cats. Minnie managed to slowly squirm her way to the surface, slipping slopping from the leopard’s cock. She knelt before Lance’s spurting cock just in time to see something bulging towards the tip, a larger, rounder shape that burst free, propelled by the sheer force of his climax. Maybe he was aiming for her or maybe it was just pure luck, but Minnie soon found herself gasping as she acquired a new helmet. That jawless skull plapped right atop her head, all clogged with cum, dripping down her splattered face, making for a macabre hat for all to see. There was no doubt to any of the audience what had happened to Sable after that. As if they could ever question what might happen to someone subjected to those plump, heavy equine nuts.  

	“Huff. Well.” Minnie only spoke after coughing a few times, drooling out long strands of unicorn jizz as she panted. “I think that concludes the show for today. Everyone thank Mahiri and Sable for being such good participants!”

	Mahiri could barely hear the applause, muffled by all the spunk clinging to her and clogging her ears. She couldn’t see a thing, and most of her senses were numb, overpowered by musk and pleasure alike. There was no thinking about the consequences of their show. About how she’d probably knocked up that tigress, or about how all that remained of Sable was clinging to her fur, or running over the edge of the stage. All she had was that glimmer and that glow, that post-climactic chill that kept her soothed and sprawled, relaxed to the point of complete satisfaction. Lance’s scent clung to her, and her body remained numb and even a bit sore in places. She panted, she squirmed, and mostly she just rested. There was no need to do much of anything for a while. Surely Minnie would help her up once it was time for another show. Or maybe she’d end up as part of that one too.  

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	Maybe the energy of it all was rubbing off on Mahiri, or maybe that tigress pussy just felt good all wrapped up snug around her cock. She was taking full advantage of it either way, pumping, bucking, doing her absolute best to fuck that tight tiger cunt, buried balls-deep inside while she rumbled all over Minerva’s back. Minnie certainly couldn’t escape that plunging leopard shaft. And she couldn’t escape the pleasure either. As much as she tried to fuss and squirm, that dick felt good. She was moaning against the walls of Lance’s stomach, her outlined face visible to the heated crowd, the motions of Mahiri’s hips producing some generous jiggles of the unicorn’s gut. Up and down, back and forth, wobbling and sloshing they went as Sable creamed up into nothing but cum and a few stray bones, separating in the thick load of spunk that weighted Lance’s sack right down to the stage. His balls rounded out, smoothed over, and went perfectly taut, not showing a single wrinkle as their smooth, glossy surface shone beneath the lights. His cock flexed hard right as Mahiri’s own began to twitch, the leopardess lunging forth and playfully sinking her teeth into Minnie’s shoulder as she hit her peak. There was nowhere for the tigress to go, nowhere to squirm. She was just going to have to take that full cumshot in her pussy, feeling it pouring out into her womb, filling her, stretching her, bloating her just in time for that tight chamber to finally spring to life.  

	It worked them over from all sides, compressing inwards as the unicorn neared climax, pumping his cock towards the ceiling, totally hands free. His belly got noisy, slimy, tingling the cats from all directions as his appetite awoke amidst the sea of pleasure he was experiencing. He immersed them in a pool of digestives and began to work them down to mush, little by little, churning them with every harsh compression of his gut. There wasn’t much Mahiri could do aside from cling to Minnie and ride it out. He’d already processed Sable down to pure spunk, and they weren’t going to last much longer. They softened and they sloshed, simmering down in those potent juices as their afterglow shifted to tingling and then to slight stinging. The harshest realities of digestion remained numb to the two of them. They hardly felt anything as their bodies broke down, but for the spasms and twitches that came with their nerves dying out, claimed with the rest. Their solid forms shrunk down under the pressure, flattened, crushed, even crunched by those powerful belly squeezes, the outlines of their forms flattening down to just make for a round, heavy gut on that well-fed unicorn. He sighed as he felt them go still after only a few minutes of digesting, already starting to absorb them, to wear them, to pass them through his intestines and claim every single part of them. All that was useful anyway.  

	He was content to relax, spread out for the audience to see as he fully absorbed the both of them, adding them to his body right along with the cheetah himself. They made him thicker, heavier, and fatter too, though for the most part he didn’t get too chubby. There were other ways to make use of all those nutrients. His nuts got heavier, plumped up and filled with extra cum thanks to all that protein. His dick thickened out, fattened up and given another inch or two thanks to fully absorbing those two cats. He even built some muscle off of them, letting the audience observe those swift changes as he bulked up and filled out around the shoulders and biceps. A powerful, well-fed unicorn with a bit of a paunch, and an extra-thick cock, primed and ready to fire was the end result of all that churning, all that indulgence. Minnie, Mahiri, and Sable were all his, absorbed and claimed, partly out of his own greed but mostly from Minnie’s own. It wasn’t the first time she’d fed herself and others to him, and it might not even be the last. But the audience didn’t have to know that.  

	Some of them were clearing out, either because they knew the show was over, or they knew what was coming next. Working them through his body so quickly meant he needed to take care of the aftermath. The cheetah was already simmering in his balls, loaded and ready to blast out of that unicorn dick. And the other cats were nearing the end of their journey too. Lance utter a codeword to free him from those restraints - one put in place for exactly this kind of scenario. Standing tall on his hooves, he towered over the audience for a time, looming huge and well-fed as his cock harshly jerked about with those powerful clenches. Wrapping both hands around his shaft at last, he slowly squatted down right in front of everyone, jerking his dick towards those members of the audience who had remained. They were all in the splash zone. Grunting, flexing, squeezing on the remnants of those digested felines, he flagged his tail high and started to push them free of his backside, shitting them out right there in front of everyone. It was all part of the show. And their tickles of fur and softened bone stimulated him in just the right ways on the way out, ensuring that by the time their waste-packed skulls were thudding down to the top of that steaming pile, he snorted, whinnied, and blew his load over all of those unfortunate or fortunate enough to be within that blast radius. A hosing splatter of cum accompanied that filthy finale, the leopard and tigress alike reduced to a towering mound of unicorn shit, while the cheetah got sprayed all over those in attendance, the musk of Lance’s cumshot the final trace of her existence. Maybe Minerva got a little carried away feeding him. Or maybe that messy final result was exactly what she intended from the start.