Mrs. Vikky CoC Script by Snow

Bakery intro scene (haven’t met or had sex):

You manage to get a glimpse of a tall, thick cat woman carrying a pan filled with fresh baked goods to the counter. She’s wearing a chef's hat and an apron that’s stretched over her ample bosom, and what looks like a very tight fitting button-up shirt under it.

 

 

Greeting (first time):

You finally manage to get to the front of the line, yet you still haven’t quite decided what to order yet. “You look confused. Something I can help you with Shug’?” You immediately snap out of your daze and your eyes lock on the speaker.

 

 

Standing before you is what you can best determine as a mountain lion morph roughly 6 feet tall. The large apron she’s wearing is stretched to its limit and caked with flour, frostings, and batter. Despite its size it does very little to hide her massively thick and buxom body.

 

 

She snaps her fingers in your face, causing her large rack and stomach to jiggle a little bit. “Hello, anyone home? What’ll you have hon?”

 

 

[You] [Recommendation]

 

 

(If You)

Your eyes dart down to read the nametag pined on the mountain lioness’s massive chest, “Mrs. Vikky”.

 

 

“Well Mrs. Vikky, how would you like to get sticky?” you respond in your slyest tone while giving a smirk and leaning on the counter.

 

 

Vikky stares at you coldly over her small round glasses with pursed lips before removing them to rub her emerald eyes and sigh. “If I haven’t heard that one a bakers dozen…” she trails off and mumbles before she puts her glasses back on.

 

 

A few people in line start to yell at you for taking so long and you feel it might be time to leave, but you think you can still save it.

 

 

“Sorry, I was just so taken in b-”

 

 

“Save it,” she interrupts you holding out her hand. “If you don’t know what to order, I can give a recommendation, or you can leave.”

 

 

[Recommendation] [Leave]

 

 

(If Leave)

You apologize for wasted time as you turn and walk away drooping your head. Behind you, you can hear the mountain lion let out another loud sigh and shout “Next!”

 

 

(If Recommendation)

The mountain lion's dull eyes light up behind her small round glasses at being given the opportunity to talk to you about her favorite subject: baking.

 

 

While she goes off on a tangent about culinary schools, your eyes dart down to read the nametag pinned on her massive chest, “Mrs. Vikky”.

 

 

She continues to go on and on about cooking techniques and how each of the treats they make here is the best tasting thing you’ll ever eat. You kind of half tune her out for most of it and nod politely, however you can feel her tangent coming to an end so you begin to focus again.

 

 

“… and if you want something a little more savory, I highly recommend the brownies. It’s an old family recipe that I shared with the baking mistress who owns this place,” She finishes with a wide smile.

 

 

[Brownie] [Nothing]

 

 

(If Brownie)

You say the brownie sounds delicious, especially if a master baker like her is behind it.

 

 

Vikky squirms a little and bounces up and down smiling a toothy grin at your compliment. You could swear that she would be blushing if she could.

 

 

You take a bite of the brownie with a smile and it’s easily one of the tastiest things you’ve eaten since you got here. You thank her with a wave and a nod as you turn to leave, but you simply can’t get the thought of Mrs. Vikky's curves out of your head. (regular Brownie effects applied, +5 lust)

 

 

(If Nothing)

You back down, politely apologizing and state that you’re trying to watch your figure.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky’s head droops as she pouts a little and dejectedly calls “Next.” You can’t help but feel bad that you didn’t at least pay attention to her subject of interest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bakery intro scene (have met and haven’t had sex):

Mrs. Vikky is frantically taking orders, but seems to perk up and wave to you when she sees you at the door.

 

 

Greeting (have met and hadn’t had sex):

You eagerly make your way towards the counter, bypassing the line. Customers of various shapes, sizes, and species are yelling in a variety of tongues, none of which sound happy.

 

 

You finally get to the counter where Mrs. Vikky is once again frantically taking down orders. She snarls a bit, bearing her pearly white fangs before slamming down the pencil and letting out a heavy sigh.

 

 

She turns to you rubbing her temples and looks at you with tired, emerald eyes. “Hi sugar,” she meekly explains, “It’s a bit busy here and we’re under staffed, so I don’t have much time to talk more kitchen with you right now…” she finishes with a sigh, turning her eyes downward. She pauses and her eyes light up as she’s hit with an idea. “Would you mind helping me out in the kitchen so I can fill these orders? I’ll make it worth your while!” she looks at you with begging eyes.

 

 

What will you do, champion? Help out the thick cougar in the back room, or politely refuse?

 

 

[Help] [Leave]

 

 

(If Leave)

You didn’t pay attention to Vikky the last time you met, but your enthusiastic head-bobbing must have gave an impression that you might have been handy in the kitchen.

 

 

You raise your arms a little and take a step back from the counter as you apologize and state that you feel unqualified to work at such a “high-end establishment.”

 

 

Mrs. Vikky scowls a little and quickly shoos you away without saying another word.

 

 

(If Help, and Intelligence is under 30)

“… On second thought, it’s not very polite of me to ask something like that of you +playerName+ , and it’s not fair to the customers that a non-licensed baker would be helping out…” she remarks with a tone of poorly concealed caution, her mouth wound into a half smile, half grimace.

 

 

“Thanks anyway though,” she adds as you turn and walk away dejected.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky quickly goes back to work and begins frantically taking orders again before shouting a few choice obscenities and bolting to the back room as a puff of smoke rolls out from under one of the double doors behind the counter.

 

 

You glumly look over your shoulder before you leave the bakery, maybe you should brush up on a few books…

 

 

(If Help, and Intelligence is 30+)

You’re a bit taken aback that Mrs. Vikky thinks you have what it takes to help out considering you’ve never even once baked a single thing in your life, but you figure it must have been something you said… er, nodded at in your last encounter to give her that impression. Still though, you can’t stand to see such a gorgeous woman in such a tight spot, so you agree to help her out.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky gives out a very loud and audible “Eeeeeee!” as she grins from ear to ear, bouncing up and down a little and clapping now that you’ve agreed to help ease her burden. You can’t help but smile to yourself at her display of appreciation, let alone the breast jiggling it induced in the thick girl.

 

 

She promptly rips the chefs hat from her head, exposing her small cute rounded cat ears and a thick head of hair tied into a large and impressive salt and pepper colored bun.  She tosses her hat to you and reaches under the counter for another one, placing it atop her head. You follow suit and do the same, also making sure to grab an apron from a rack on the wall and secure it around your waist.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky pulls out a stool from under the counter and steps on it, causing it to creek a little. She clears her throat before declaring in a booming voice to keep the noise down and bear with her as the bakery is understaffed today, however one of the ‘apprentice bakers’ finally showed up so they can expect things to start moving a little quicker. The room falls silent with a few occasional murmurs and the crowd looks at least partially pleased. You can spot a few heads nodding in approval at your new apparent position and others impatiently tapping their feet.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky steps off the stool and quickly shoos you through the double doors behind the counter and into the back room.

 

 

[Next]

 

 

As you step through the double door, the scent of baking treats assaults your nose and sets your mouth watering. You notice that it’s surprisingly cool considering how many ovens are in the brightly lit room. Pots and pans hang from the ceiling and all manner of supplies and mechanisms litter the smooth and polished counters. A large metal table sits off to the side littered with an assortment of bowls, bags, bottles, and tubes of ingredients.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky quickly hands you a very heavy, and large, leather bound book opened up to a section entitled “Cupcakes for Those Seeking Larger Cup Sizes”. She fumbles through cabinets, grabbing a bottle labeled ‘P. Suc Milk’, a bowl, and a few other items.

 

 

You quickly skim through the instructions and comment how this recipe looks a little over your head, also wondering aloud as to why this isn’t an item for sale on the main menu considering how popular it would probably be with the local populace.

 

 

Vikky quickly shushes you with a thick cat finger and remarks that this is a special case and a priority order so it needs to be done as quickly and perfectly as possible with as few questions as possible.

 

 

You simply tilt your head and shrug, accepting the vague answer and not feeling the need to pry further.  Vikky simply says to follow the instructions exactly and if you need any help to call. Without any further hesitation, you and Vikky quickly get to work mixing and making all different manner of culinary confections.

 

 

You find that baking is surprisingly intensive work and keeps your mind and body focused and moving, however you can’t help but notice that whenever Mrs. Vikky tastes any batter or frostings she moans a little and sometimes even has some trouble walking afterwards. More than once you brush up against her thick thighs, or find yourself right behind her massive rump as she seems to bend over sensually to check on things in one of the ovens. You also can’t help but notice what seems to be two moist spots on her apron right where her nipples should be, but you shake off the thought and write it off as just sweat despite the fact you can see the fabric tent a little there.

 

 

An hour or so later the bakery’s patrons have all been served and have left happy.

 

 

You breath a sigh of relief as you untie your messy apron, using it to wipe the sweat off your brow before tossing it into a laundry hamper. (Time +1 hour, Lust +10, Fatigue +5)

 

 

[Next]

 

 

You stand and survey the incredibly messy kitchen for a moment. Flour cakes the walls and frosting is strewn just about everywhere as various bowls and pans clutter the sink in a sticky heap. You nod and happily sigh as you think about all you accomplished today before walking over to a small chair at the opposite end of the room for a break. You find that your legs get the picture and give out, causing you to come down on it and heavy after such a brutal hour of work.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky finishes storing some of the other ingredients in a large metal box on the wall and licks her fingers clean before walking over to you. She straightens her back as if prideful and rests her hands on her hips to catch her breath. You notice her wide hips swaying back and forth as if in slow motion, her tail leisurely but aggressively swishes behind her as her rack bounces up and down with each footstep. This unusual sex charged display from her strut over to you causes blood to rush to your groin and you shift uncomfortably in your seat trying to look away from older buxom cougar.

 

 

You squirm even further as Vikky pulls up a seat in front of yours and bends forward to sit in it, causing her bust to come mere inches from your face. Wearing a pert little smile and what could best be described as ‘bedroom eyes’, she sits down across from you with her hands resting in her lap. She closes her eyes slowly and tilts her head back, letting out a mix of a sigh and a moan.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky reaches out to you and gently caresses your shoulder. You find yourself trapped in the gaze of her emerald eyes, made even more brilliant by the kitchen's bright lights. Every other word she says seems muffled by the trance you find yourself in. You notice her delicately rubbing her free hand along her thunderous inner thigh and you wonder if she’s being intentionally seductive or of she’s just clueless as to what exactly she’s doing. Luckily you manage to snap out of it and engage her in conversation before you start drooling like a moron.

 

 

The two of you sit and talk about the day and past life experiences while Mrs. Vikky and you share some cooking sherry she's since taken out of a cupboard (while unbeknownst to her at the time was giving you an amazing view of her shapely ass). Mrs. Vikky steadily nibbles on some excess baked goods that were left over from today's rush and you could swear that she’s enjoying them a little too much.

 

 

The sherry isn’t very good on its own, but it loosens both of you up a little and you talk like old friends and find yourself laughing and sharing gossip. You regale her with tales of your adventure, and life beyond the portal. She tells you about her childhood, what life was like coming from the Plains to Tel’Adre so she could start her career as a baker. After sharing a rather saucy secret with her, you ask her with a smile and rosy cheeks that it’s finally her turn to say something about herself that no one else knows.

 

 

Vikky looks around nervously for a moment then starts laughing, you consider that she’s drank a little too much, but if it’s something that serious maybe loosening her up a little was a good idea.

 

 

“Well if you MUST know ‘young champion’… soo-gar es… an aphrodisiac of sorts to meh. Ey don know why, bu Ey jush can’t help getting all fir’ up whenever Ey take a… bite,” she finishes bringing her mouth close to your face and biting down. Her lips hover there in front of your face curled in a smile and you feel nature and impulse take over… (Lust +10)

 

 

[Next (Male/ Dickgirl, Female, Herm, No Gender)]

 

 

 

 

(If Next and PC is Male/ Dickgirl):

You can’t stand it any longer, it seems like she’s been teasing you all day on purpose and it’s time that you got what was coming to you.

 

 

You take advantage of the opportunity before you and practically fall into her lips in a passionate kiss. The two of you promptly crash from your chairs to the cold stone floor in a cacophony of moaning and groping, you and your new lover's wet tongues hungrily lashing into each other’s mouths and entwining.

 

 

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath and eagerly begin to strip off the top of your + armorName + , hastily tossing it to the side as you work to catch your breath in the throes of passion before diving back down into Mrs. Vikkys waiting mouth. Once more you plunge your tongue past her anticipating lips and into her mouth, taking measure to trace it over her long cat-like incisors.

 

 

Maybe it’s just the cheap cooking booze you have been drinking, but it feels like the only thing you can remember is the two of you entangled on the floor, and you can feel the blood rushing to your + cockDescript(0) + , (If PC has balls: and feel your + sackDescript() + tighten) at the thought of what is about to inevitably happen here.

 

 

You pull away from Mrs. Vikky for a few moments and begin to nip and kiss at her sensitive feline neck. She begins whimpering and moaning at your stimulation and coos, “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man...” while caressing the back of your head, running her fingers through your + hairLength + + hairColor hair + hair.  This is all the additional encouragement you need as you eagerly begin to dry humping Mrs. Vikky’s tender, plump thighs and slowly sneak your hand down her side, rubbing and caressing every last bit of her many supple inches until you reach the waistline of her pants.

 

 

It’s a tight fit but your hand manages to slip past the waistline and you begin navigating to her nether regions in order to begin your true infiltration. Mrs. Vikky whimpers again and attempts to grab hold of your + cockDescript(0) + , but you simply swat her off and pin her arm to the floor as you continue your heavy petting. Eventually you reach your target and begin messaging her fat twat with your nimble fingers, eliciting several gasps and moans from the plump cougar woman under you.

 

 

You continue your sensual clitoral massage for quite some time, causing Mrs. Vikky to have a series of small orgasms, each accompanied with a cute little moan. However, you’ve decided that it’s time to get on to the main event and quickly plunge your fingers into her sopping wet sex. This sudden explosion of stimulus causes your chubby lover to let out a fierce roar, half in surprise, and half in ecstasy. You help her ride out her orgasm a little longer by violently finger fucking her snatch, taking care to twist and swirl your fingers in all sorts of different positions before pulling your soaking hand up out of her pants and tasting it. It’s surprisingly sweet. Or maybe not surprising after all, given her condition.

 

 

The unmistakably sweet scent of sex drowns the room as your catty courtesan lays beneath you panting heavily. You take a few moments to bask in the curvy kitty's post orgasm bliss before she catches her breath.

 

“Honey you know how to mix me up reaaaaal good,” she says between breaths, “But I still owe you for your favor…” (Lust to 100)

 

 

[Next]

 

 

‘Momma’ Vikky literally throws you off of her and proceeds to drag you across the smooth stone floor by your arms. You can’t help but grin as you get a lovely view of her butt jiggling inside her now extremely damp pants as she drags you over to the large metal table before hoisting you up and dropping you down on top of it; resulting in a loud metallic thud which sends mixing bowls and spoons flipping over and toppling to the floor.

 

 

The cold table would normally take some pep out of your pecker's pep, but Mrs. Vikky’s scent, in tune with your current situation is making your + cockDescript(0) + painfully hard. You’re given little time to dwell on this thought however as Mrs. Vikky’s now familiar face appears in front of you, her eyes wearing a ‘come hither’ look as she grabs the back of your head and forces her own wet sloppy kiss on you before drawing away and nipping at your neck just as you did for her. You catch yourself thinking that if you where back home, a mountain lion nibbling at your neck would be cause for alarm, however your idle thoughts evaporate as Mrs. Vikky places a heavy hand on your tenting crotch and slowly rubs your + cockDescript(0) +. She begins to remove the bottom of your + armorName + , causing your + cockDescript(0) + to spring free.

 

 

(If PC has a cock 6 inches or longer: Mrs. Vikky’s eyes light up at the sight of your tool and a wide toothy smile completes the perfect picture of a kitten who’s just gotten a new toy.) (If PC has a cock under 6 inches: Mrs. Vikky lets out a small sigh about the presentation of your smaller than average tool, but seems cheery none-the-less.)

 

 

Mrs. Vikky almost immediately ceases her sightseeing and proclaims “Now it’s Momma Vikky's turn to give you a little sugar!”, holding your stiff rod around the base and looking up at you, she gives you an extended slow wet lick (If PC has balls: from the back of your + sackDescript() + ) to the tip of your + cockDescript(0) + , making sure to swirl her tongue around the head, ending it in a loud and sloppy kiss which causes your back to arch and your hips to instinctively buck. She takes a brief moment to smile again before immediately going back to work eating your meat. Mrs. Vikky may have not been with a man for a while, but she certainly hasn’t forgotten anything.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky brushes your + cockDescript(0) + along her fang filled smile one last time before giving the head one more lick and then proceeds to wrap her feline fingers around your + cockDescript(0) +, pumping it slowly. You find yourself biting down hard on your bottom lip and shutting your eyes tight. You can feel yourself blushing as a Mrs. Vikky steadily tightens her grip and speeds up, forcing dollops of pre out of your shaft with each pump, further lubricating your cock in her hand.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky’s grip loosens and her strokes become less frequent. You open your eyes and can see Mrs. Vikky has propped her head up with one hand as she strokes you with the other. “Mmm mmm mmm,” she scolds, “This just won’t do,” she continues, licking a bead of pre off of her finger. “We’re going to need to improvise for this recipe.”

 

 

Mrs. Vikky grabs a bottle of amber colored goo sitting on the table next to you, uncorks it and takes a whiff of it soliciting a faint sigh. She then pours the slimy sweet smelling substance over your + cockDescript(0) + and her hands, taking care to once more lick you from (If PC has balls: sack to tip) (If PC doesn’t have balls: base to tip), eventually stopping to lap up the substance at your shafts base as more is poured on, eliciting a series of small whimpers from both you and her. Eventually she stops pouring and begins stroking the top portion your shaft, and continues gingerly lapping at the base of your member (If PC has balls: while using her free hand to message your + sackDescript() + . She begins to purr, and the vibrations aren’t helping as you try to hold your boy batter in.)

 

 

You eventually feel her hands leave your + cockDescript(0) + (If PC has balls: and + sackDescript() + ). You look down at her and see the mature mountain lion appears to be bucking against her hands with her eyes closed as her wide tail madly thrashes about, still lapping up the syrup as it drizzles down your dong. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on by sugar.  

 

 

Vikky finishes one last slurp promptly followed by a sensual moan as she stands up and looks you in the eye seriously while licking her hands clean. “Well my young apprentice, we’ve gotten all of the ingredients together for the final dish…” she proclaims, turning around and bending over next to you to lay on the waist high table your sitting on. “Now… we need to MIX it all together!”

 

 

You don’t need any further encouragement and you promptly hop off of the table, staggering a bit from the over stimulation and walk right up behind Mrs. Vikky wearing your own toothy grin. She looks over her shoulder at you with a sneer as she places her hands on either side of her ample butt cheeks and simultaneously flexes and spreads them, causing her pants to rip right down the seam, exposing her sopping wet sex.

 

 

Your + cockDescript(0) + feels more ready than ever and you’re not sure how long you can last given what you just went through, so you might as well make it memorable. You reach over and take the bottle of syrupy substance the curvy cat morph was using on you moments ago, pouring it on and slathering your steel hard cock with the remnants. Mrs. Vikky impatiently brings her tail around your back and wiggles her heavy butt at you as she pulls you in with your tail. With one hand, you steady your cock, and the other you place on her rump for balance… and leverage. You bend at the hips and as soon you can feel the tip of your cock touch your baking mistress’s wet velvety pussy… you thrust into her as hard as you possibly can.  Mrs. Vikky grabs the edges of the table past her head and grips down hard while simultaneously letting out a thunderous roar as girl cum explodes out of her cunt. You proceed to give her a hard and brutal fucking, making sure to slap her furry rear end every once in a while to make sure she’s still conscious and to admire the ripples it causes throughout her still pants-wrapped posterior.

 

 

Time melts away as you continue to pull back and slam into her rump for what seems like forever. Sweat beads on your brow and rolls down your face letting you know just how intense your lovemaking session really is, your attention is drawn back to your plump lover who’s wearing a fierce snarl with her eyes tightly shut eyes as you rock her back and forth on the table, your impacts sending small ripples along her thinly furred body. You continue your thrusting, trying to plunge deeper and deeper into Mrs. Vikky’s needy folds. You bring your hands to her jiggling butt once more and give it another playful slap, before rubbing your hands across her backside and spreading her cheeks for another big thrust. Unexpectedly however, Mrs. Vikky clamps down hard on your + cockDescript(0) + which sends your stomach turning in anticipation, you’re about to pop. And soon.

 

 

A wonderfully malicious thought crosses your mind and you move your left land to the base of her tail and begin to circle her cute little pucker sensually with your thumb, holding her tail in position with the rest of your hand. Mrs. Vikky groans in anticipation and utters “N-Now… just put it in the oven. Do it Shug’. Momma’s safe…” In one full motion you wind back up as far as you can go, then slam right back into Mrs. Vikky’s derriere with a thunderous slap, using the base of her tail for leverage and simultaneously ramming your thumb into her backdoor. You and Mrs. Vikky cry out as rope after rope of thick, creamy batter erupts from your + cockDescript(0) + deep into the cougar's ‘oven’.

 

 

You promptly collapse on top of Vikky panting and spent, about to pass out from the exhausting extra curricular activities you just engaged in with your baking mistress. Mrs. Vikky purrs in satisfaction, the vibrations it sends across her body keeping you from drifting asleep and your cock from going completely soft. The sound of wet plops echoing in the empty kitchen as dregs of your latest dish escape the ‘oven’. “And that’s how you make a gourmet cream pie, Shug’,” she murmurs. “And if you need Momma Vikky to show you any more recipes, just you let me know,” she adds as she drifts off.

 

 

You lie there on Mrs. Vikky for quite some time regaining your strength before limping back to camp. (Lust to 0)

 

 

 

 

(If Next and PC is Female):

You can’t stand it any longer, it seems like she’s been teasing you all day on purpose and it’s time that you got your revenge.

 

 

You take advantage of the opportunity before you and practically fall into her lips in a passionate kiss. The two of you promptly crash to the cold stone floor in a cacophony of moaning and groping, you and your new lover's wet tongues hungrily lashing into each others mouth and entwining, your + allBreastsDescript() + smashed up against the busty feline's own milk mounds.

 

 

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath and Mrs. Vikky remarks “I- I’ve never been with another woman before…” A devilish grin rips across your face as you eagerly begin to strip off the top of your + armorName + , tossing it hastily to the side as you work to catch your breath in the throes of passion before diving back down into Mrs. Vikkys waiting mouth. Once more you plunge your tongue past her anticipating lips and into her mouth, taking measure to trace it over her long cat-like incisors. “Don’t worry Vikky, just let it happen,” you coo.

 

 

Maybe it’s just the cheap cooking booze you have been drinking, but it feels like the only thing you can remember is the two of you entangled on the floor, and you can feel the blood rushing to your + vaginaDescript(0) + , and your + nippleDescript(0) + harden at the thought of what is about to inevitably happen here.

 

 

You pull away from Mrs. Vikky for a few moments and begin to nip and kiss at her tender feline neck. She begins whimpering and moaning at your stimulation while caressing the back of your head, running her fingers through your + hairLength + + hairColor hair + hair.  This is all the additional encouragement you need as you eagerly begin to dry hump Mrs. Vikky’s soft plump thighs and slowly sneak your hand down her side, rubbing and caressing every last bit of her many supple inches until you reach the waistline of her pants.

 

 

It’s a tight fit but your hand manages to slip past the waistline and you begin navigating to her nether regions in order to begin your true infiltration. Mrs. Vikky whimpers again and attempts to start rubbing your + vaginaDescript(0) + , but you simply swat her off and pin her arm to the floor as you continue your heavy petting. Eventually you reach your target and begin messaging her fat twat with your nimble fingers, eliciting several gasps and moans from the plump cougar woman under you.

 

 

You continue your sensual clitoral message for quite some time, causing Mrs. Vikky to have a series of small orgasms, each accompanied with a cute little moan. However you’ve decided that it’s time to get onto the main event and quickly plunge your fingers into her sopping wet sex. This sudden explosion of stimulus causes your chubby lover to let out a fierce roar, half in surprise and half in ecstasy. You help her ride out her orgasm a little longer by violently finger fucking her snatch, taking care to twist and swirl your fingers in all sorts of different positions before pulling your soaking hand up out of her pants and tasting it. “Trust me Ma’am, girls do it better,” you slyly comment.

 

 

The unmistakably sweet scent of sex drowns the room as your catty courtesan lays beneath you panting heavily. You take a few moments to bask in the curvy kitty's post orgasm bliss before she catches her breath. “Honey you know how to mix me up reaaaaal good,” she says between breaths, “But I still owe you for your favor…” (Lust to 100)

 

 

[Next]

 

 

‘Momma’ Vikky literally throws you off of her and proceeds to drag you across the smooth stone floor by your arms. You can’t help but grin as you get a lovely view of her butt jiggling inside her now extremely damp pants as she drags you over to the large metal table before hoisting you up and dropping you down on top of it; resulting in a loud metallic thud which sends mixing bowls and spoons flipping over and toppling to the floor.

 

 

The sudden shock of the cold table on your twat causes you to emit a sultry little moan and you wonder if you should start experimenting with hot and cold things more often. You’re given little time to dwell on this thought however as Mrs. Vikky’s now familiar face appears in front of you, her eyes wearing a ‘come hither’ look as she grabs the back of your head and forces her own wet, sloppy kiss on you before drawing away and nipping at your neck just as you did for her. You catch yourself thinking that if you were back home, a mountain lion nibbling at your neck would be cause for alarm, however your idle thoughts evaporate as Mrs. Vikky places a heavy hand on your moistening crotch and slowly rubs your + vaginaDescript(0) + before removing the bottom of your + armorName + .

 

 

Mrs. Vikky’s eyes light up as she admires your cute, nicely kempt + vaginaDescript(0) + and licks her chops.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky almost immediately ceases her sightseeing, however, and proclaims; “Now it’s Momma Vikky's turn to give you a little sugar!” She kneels and lightly licks your + clitDescript() + with the tip of her tongue causing you to shiver. She then proceeds to invade your delicate folds with her fingers and gingerly laps at your most intimate region. Without warning, she opens wide and fangs pressed around your nether, quickly plunges her tongue deep into your + vaginaDescript(0) + , swirling it around in a furious manner, bringing you to the peak of what would have been a messy orgasm. However before you can get your release, she quickly pulls her tongue out and licks along your pussy’s lips, ending at your clit which she swirls her tongue around, finishing with a loud and sloppy kiss which causes your back to arch and your hips to instinctively buck as you squirm and cup your + breastDescript(0) + . She takes a brief moment to smile again before immediately going back to work eating your now soaking cunt. Mrs. Vikky may have not have ever been with a woman, but she certainly seems to know her way around.

 

 

Mrs. Vikky brushes the outside of your + vaginaDescript(0) + one last time before sticking one of her furry feline fingers into her mouth, looking up at you and sucking on it seductively. She runs it along the length of your slit, lapping up your girl fluids as they begin to spill out. You find yourself biting down hard on your bottom lip and shutting your eyes tight. You can feel yourself blushing as Mrs. Vikky steadily speeds up and slows down her oral assault.

 

 

You feel Mrs. Vikky’s tongue pull away and her strokes slow down. You open your eyes and can see Mrs. Vikky has propped her head up with one hand as she fingers you with the other. “Mmm mmm mmm,” she scolds, “This just won’t do,” she continues, licking your juice off of her finger. “We’re going to need to have to improvise for this recipe.”

 

 

Mrs. Vikky grabs a bottle of amber colored goo sitting on the table next to you, uncorks it and takes a whiff of it, soliciting a faint sigh. She then begins to pour the slimy sweet smelling substance over her hands and your mound, taking care to once more kiss your love button. She begins to smear her sticky and unusually slick fingers over your silky entrance and eventually stops to lap up the substance as it pools around your quivering pussy, eliciting a series of small whimpers from both you and her. She slips a syrup covered finger into your + vaginaDescript(0) + and  begins to swirl it around and finger you. She then slips in a second finger almost immediately and you can feel yourself trying to suppress the inevitable, wanting to ride out the wave a little longer. You’ve also noticed she’s begun to purr, and the vibrations definitely aren’t helping as you try to hold in your orgasm.

 

 

After a few intense moments, you feel her hands leave your + vaginaDescript(0) + . You look down at her and the mature mountain lion appears to be bucking against her hands with her eyes closed as her wide tail madly thrashes about, still lapping up the syrup as it drizzles from your sex. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on by sugar and sweets.  

 

 

Vikky finishes one last slurp promptly followed by a sensual moan as she stands up and looks you in the eye seriously while wiping off her hands. “Well my young apprentice, we’ve gotten all of the ingredients together for the final dish…” she proclaims, removing a long smooth stone rolling pin from a drawer in the wooden table and begins to stroke and lick it as she unscrews the handles. “Now… we need to MIX it all together and I have just the thing.”

 

 

You get the picture and hop off the table, staggering a little from the over stimulation. Using your arms to dramatically knock the rest of the items off of the table. You prance around the table, your eyes locked on Vikky as you wait for her to finish her preparations. Fed up, you walk right up behind her wearing your own toothy grin, and quickly pants her, exposing her sopping wet sex. She looks over her shoulder at you with a sneer as she places a hand on the side of one of her ample butt cheeks and gives it a light tap, then a mighty slap causing it to jiggle and bounce.

 

 

Your + vaginaDescript(0) + feels more ready than ever and you quickly hop back atop the metal table and are promptly followed by Mrs. Vikky, the extra weight causes the metal to groan under you, but that doesn’t phase you or her in this moment. You reach over and take the bottle of syrupy substance the curvy cat morph was using on you moments ago, pouring it on and slathering the rolling pin with the remnants. Mrs. Vikky impatiently pants and messages her slightly lactating breasts at the thought of penetration. You can also see a small pool of fluid under her indicating just how long its been for her and how needy the older woman is. You position the pin just below your begging sex, taking care to put on a little show by spread and fingering yourself a little before the main event. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly slide the object inside your + vaginaDescript(0) + (If PC is a virgin, hymen is torn). With a sigh you finish taking in the girth of it and slide over to Mrs. Vikky who lovingly strokes the phallic object inserted into you before licking her fingers clean of the sweet lubricant and impaling herself on it, causing her to roar and you to emit a shocked gasp. This moment too passes and you both slide onto the object a little further until you’re both kissing with your lower lips. You find yourself admiring her soft, short, and smooth fur and the additional stimulus it provides.

 

 

While it’s tricky at first, you two eventually find a rhythm and begin bucking against one another, each of you indulging in your own pleasures, lost in your own world of ecstasy. Time melts away as you continue to bump and grind on the table. You pull back and begin thrusting harder and harder into the makeshift double dildo inside of you, taking care to note how your motions send slight ripples through your mountain lion lovers soft supple body. Mrs. Vikky moans and tweaks one of her nipples. You can feel yourself nearing your peak, but Mrs. Vikky is the first to make a move for her own apex. She reaches between you and grabs the pillar that connects you, furiously pumping it back and forth like a piston. She throws her head back to let out a cry of bliss, but all that comes out is a soft squeak. You can feel the effects of her efforts and decide that it’s no longer the time to hold back, Mrs. Vikky's slick cunt sporadically clamping down hard on the stone rolling pin between you, preventing it from moving any further and surprisingly you match her. You could swear that between the two of you, you’ll shatter it. With a groan you both grind into each other one last time in unison and reach climax, throwing your heads back and screaming as girl cum erupts from each of your brutalized pussies and rains all over the kitchen.

 

 

You both promptly collapse backwards panting heavily on the now slippery metal table, totally spent and about to pass out from the exhausting extra curricular activities you just engaged in with your baking mistress. Mrs. Vikky purrs in satisfaction, the vibrations it sends up the rolling pin inserted into her body and yours keeping you from drifting asleep.  Between heavy breaths, Mrs. Vikky pants “And that’s… how… you make… THAT, Shug’.” “If you need Momma Vikky to show you any more recipes, you just let me know,” she adds as she drifts off.

 

 

You lie there with Mrs. Vikky for quite some time, regaining your strength before heading back to camp, woozy and quite dehydrated. (Lust to 0)

 

(If Next and PC is a Herm):

You can’t stand it any longer, it seems like she’s been teasing you all day on purpose and it’s time that you got your revenge.

 

You take advantage of the opportunity before you and practically fall into her lips in a passionate kiss. The two of you promptly crash to the cold stone floor, in a cacophony of moaning and groping, you and your new lover's wet tongues hungrily lashing into each others mouth and entwining. Your + allBreastsDescript() + smashed up against the plump feline's own milk mounds.

 

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath and Mrs. Vikky confusedly remarks “I’ve never been with a…with…with one of you guys before…”  A devilish grin rips across your face as you eagerly begin to strip off the top of your + armorName + , tossing it hastily to the side. “It’s not too hard to figure out you sexy cougar” you boast. You quickly catch your breath in the throes of passion before diving back down into Mrs. Vikky's waiting mouth. Once more you plunge your tongue past her anticipating lips and into her mouth, taking measure to trace it over her long cat-like incisors.

 

 

Maybe it’s just the cheap cooking booze you two have been drinking, but it feels like the only thing you can remember is the two of you entangled on the floor, and you can feel the blood rushing to your + cockDescript(0) +, and + vaginaDescript(0) + , (If PC has balls: and you groan as your + sackDescript() + tightens) at the thought of what is about to happen.

 

You pull away from Mrs. Vikky for a few moments and begin to nip and kiss at her sensitive feline neck. She begins whimpering and moaning at your stimulation and coos, “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man...” while caressing the back of your head, running her fingers through your + hairLength + + hairColor hair + hair.  This is all the additional encouragement you need as you eagerly begin to dry hump Mrs. Vikky’s soft plump thighs as you slowly sneak your hand down her frame, rubbing and caressing every last bit of her many supple inches until you reach the waistline of her pants.

 

It’s a tight fit but your hand manages to slip past the waistline and you begin navigating to her nether regions in order to begin your true infiltration. Mrs. Vikky whimpers again and attempts to grab hold of your + cockDescript(0) + , but you simply swat her off and pin her arm to the floor as you continue your heavy petting. Eventually you reach your target and begin massaging her fat twat with your nimble fingers, eliciting several gasps and moans from the plump cougar woman under you.

 

You continue your sensual clitoral message for quite some time, causing Mrs. Vikky to have a series of small orgasms, each accompanied with a cute little moan. However you’ve decided that it’s time to get onto the main event and quickly plunge your fingers into her sopping wet sex. This sudden explosion of stimulus causes your chubby lover to let out a fierce roar, half in surprise and half in ecstasy. You help her ride out her orgasm a little longer by violently finger fucking her snatch, taking care to twist and swirl your fingers in all sorts of different positions before pulling your soaking hand up out of her pants and tasting it.

 

The unmistakably sweet scent of sex drowns the room as your catty courtesan lays beneath you panting heavily. You take a few moments to bask in the curvy kitty's post orgasm bliss before she catches her breath. “Honey, you know how to mix me up reaaaaal good,” she says between breaths, “But I still owe you for your favor...”  (Lust to 100)

 

[Next]

 

‘Momma’ Vikky literally throws you off of her and proceeds to drag you across the smooth stone floor by your arms. You can’t help but grin as you get a lovely view of her butt and jiggling inside her now extremely damp pants as she drags you over to the large metal table before hoisting you up and dropping you down on top of it; resulting in a loud metallic thud which sends mixing bowls and spoons flipping over and toppling to the floor.

 

The sudden shock of the cold table on your twat causes you to emit a sultry little moan and you wonder if you should start experimenting with hot and cold things in your + vaginaDescript(0) + more often, but Mrs. Vikky’s scent, in tune with your current situation is making your + cockDescript(0) + painfully hard. You’re given little time to dwell on this thought however as Mrs. Vikky’s now familiar face appears in front of you, her eyes wearing a ‘come hither’ look as she grabs the back of your head and forces her own wet sloppy kiss on you before drawing away and nipping at your neck just as you did for her. You catch yourself thinking that if you where back home, a mountain lion nibbling at your neck would be cause for alarm, however your idle thoughts evaporate as Mrs. Vikky places a heavy hand on your tenting crotch as she slowly rubs your + cockDescript(0) + and begins to remove the bottom of your + armorName + , causing your + cockDescript(0) + to spring free.

 

(If PC has a cock 6 inches or longer: Mrs. Vikky’s eyes light up at the sight of your tool and a wide toothy smile completes the perfect picture of a kitten who’s just gotten a new toy.) (If PC has a cock under 6 inches: Mrs. Vikky lets out a small sigh about the presentation of your smaller than average tool, but seems cheery none-the-less.)

 

Mrs. Vikky eagerly licks her lips and almost immediately ceases her sightseeing and proclaims “Now it’s Momma Vikky's turn to give you a little sugar!” Holding up your stiff rod with one finger at its head as she kneels and looks up at you, she gives your + vaginaDescript(0) + an extended slow wet lick (If PC has balls: from the back of your + sackDescript() + ) to the tip of your + cockDescript(0) + , making sure to swirl her tongue around the head. She then moves back down and gives your + vaginaDescript(0) + a few small exploratory licks before opening wide and without warning, plunges her tongue as deep as she possibly can into your tender pussy while tightening her grip on your cock. This unexpected event makes you to yelp and jump a little, causing Mrs. Vikky to make a noise that you’re certain is a giggle. While it’s weird that she’s never been with a herm before given the nature of this strange land, Vikky seems to be quite a fast learner.

 

Mrs. Vikky brushes your + cockDescript(0) + along her fang filled smile one last time before giving the head one more lick and then proceeds to wrap her feline fingers around your + cockDescript(0) + , slowly pumping it with one hand. She runs her other along the length of your slit, lapping up your ‘girl’ fluids as they begin to spill out. You find yourself biting down hard on your bottom lip and shut your eyes tight. You can feel yourself blushing as a Mrs. Vikky steadily tightens her grip and speeds up, forcing dollops of pre out of your shaft with each pump, further lubricating your cock.

 

Mrs. Vikky’s grip loosens, her strokes become less frequent and her finger disappears from your needy snatch. You open your eyes and can see Mrs. Vikky has propped her head up with one hand as she strokes you with the other. “Mmm mmm mmm,” she scolds, “This just won’t do,” She continues, licking a mix of pre and girl lube off of her finger. “We’re going to need to have to improvise for this recipe.”

 

Mrs. Vikky grabs a bottle of amber colored goo sitting on the table next to you, uncorks it and takes a whiff of it, soliciting a faint sigh. She then pours the slimy sweet smelling substance over her hands and your + cockDescript(0) + , taking care to once more lick you from (If PC has balls: sack to tip) (If PC doesn’t have balls: base to tip), eventually stopping to lap up the substance at your shaft's base as more is poured on, eliciting a series of small whimpers from both you and her. Eventually she stops pouring and begins stroking the top portion your shaft, and continues gingerly lapping at the base of your member and occasionally sneaking a finger or two into your + vaginaDescript() + . As she continues her oral assault, she begins to purr slightly. The vibrations race up your shaft and throughout your quivering pussy. A large bead of pre escapes your shaft and drips onto Mrs. Vikky nose, prompting her to wipe it off with her sleeve.

 

After a few intense moments, you feel her hands leave your various pieces of wedding tackle. You look down at her and the mature mountain lion who appears to be bucking against her hands with her eyes closed as her wide tail madly thrashes about, still lapping up the syrup as it drizzles down your dong. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on by sugar.  

 

Vikky finishes one last slurp promptly followed by a sensual moan as she stands up and looks you in the eye seriously while licking her hands clean. “Well, my young apprentice, we’ve gotten all of the ingredients together for the final dish...”  she proclaims, removing a long, smooth stone rolling pin from a drawer in the wooden table and begins to stroke and lick it as she unscrews the handles. “Now… we need to MIX it all together and I have just the thing.”

 

You get the picture and hop off the table, staggering a little from the over stimulation. Using your arms to dramatically knock the rest of the items off of the table. You prance around the table, your + cockDescript(0) + bobbing with each step and your eyes lock on Vikky as you wait for her to finish her preparations. Fed up, you walk right up behind her wearing your own toothy grin and quickly pants her, exposing her sopping wet sex. She looks over her shoulder at you with a sneer as she places a hand on the side of one of her ample butt cheeks and gives it a light tap, then a mighty slap causing it to jiggle and bounce.

 

Your + cockDescript(0) + and + vaginaDescript(0) + feel more that ready for action and you’re not sure how long you can last given what you just went through, so you might as well make it memorable. You take the bottle of syrupy substance the curvy cat morph was using on you moments ago, pouring it on and slathering your stiff cock and the rolling pin shaft with the remnants. You quickly hop back atop the metal table and are promptly followed by Mrs. Vikky. The extra weight causes the metal to groan under you, but that doesn’t phase you or her in this moment. Mrs. Vikky impatiently pants and massages her slightly lactating breasts at the thought of penetration. You can also see a small pool of fluid under her indicating just how long its been for her and how needy the older woman is. You position the pin just below your begging sex, stroking yourself a little before the main event. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly slide the object inside your + vaginaDescript(0) + (If PC is a virgin, hymen is torn). With a sigh you finish taking in the girth, causing your + cockDescript(0) +  to twitch and leak. Mrs. Vikky lovingly strokes the phallic object inserted in you before licking her fingers clean and impaling herself on it. You both slide into the object a little further until you’re both kissing with your lower lips. You find yourself admiring her soft, short, and smooth fur and the additional stimulus it provides and fight off the urge to begin stroking yourself just yet.

 

Time melts away as you two find a rhythm and begin bucking against one another, each of you indulging in your own pleasures, lost in your own world of ecstasy. You pull back and begin thrusting harder and harder against the makeshift double dildo inside of you, taking care to note how your motions send slight ripples through your mountain lion lover's soft, supple body. You can’t resist it any more and grab onto Mrs. Vikky's leg for leverage with one arm as you begin feverishly stroking your syrup slickened + cockDescript(0) + with the other. You can feel yourself nearing a dual orgasm, but Mrs. Vikky is the first to peak. She reaches between you and grabs the pillar that connects you, furiously pumping it back and forth like a piston. You match her motion with your cock and begin to manhandle yourself. Your stomach turns in anticipation, you’re about to pop, and soon. Moments later, Mrs. Vikky throws her head back and lets out a loud cry as she cums, splashing you with a wave of girl cum. You can’t contain yourself much longer and fire back, spraying her wet pussy with your own girl juice as your + cockDescript(0) + erupts like a volcano, showering each of you in a sticky white rain.

 

You both promptly collapse backwards panting heavily on the now slippery metal table, totally spent and about to pass out from the exhausting extra curricular activities you just engaged in with your baking mistress, your now limp + cockDescript(0) + flops onto your belly as your abused + vaginaDescript(0) + pulses in the aftermath. The two of you simply lie there looking at the ceiling too tired to move. Eventually Mrs. Vikky breaks the silence, “That was most certainly one of the more… different dishes I’ve ever baked, Shug', Although I suppose that if you need Momma Vikky to show you any more recipes, I most certainly could...”

 

After a few more moments to catch your breath and return your strength, you trudge back to camp, bowlegged but satisfied. (Lust to 0)

 

 

(If Next and PC has No Gender):

You can’t stand it any longer, it seems like she’s been teasing you all day on purpose and it’s time that you got your revenge.

 

You take advantage of the opportunity before you and practically fall into her lips in a passionate kiss. The two of you promptly crash to the cold stone floor in a cacophony of moaning and groping, you and your new lover's wet tongues hungrily lashing into each others mouth and entwining.

 

You pull back for a moment to catch your breath and eagerly begin to strip off the top of your + armorName + , tossing it hastily to the side as you work to catch your breath in the throes of passion before diving back down into Mrs. Vikky's waiting mouth. Once more you plunge your tongue past her anticipating lips, taking measure to trace it over her long cat-like incisors.

 

It’s probably just the cheap cooking booze you two have been drinking, but it feels like you two have been entwined on the floor for as long as you can remember. Mrs. Vikky reaches down to grope you in your moment of passion and stops, taking note of your lack of genitalia.

 

She breaks away from her kiss, embracing you in a tight hug instead. “Oh baby, Mommas sorry, so sorry...”  she whispers in your ear. “I didn’t know...”  she trails off. With the mood having shifted dramatically, you’ve suddenly lost all of your sex drive. You break your embrace and continually apologize to each other as you redress yourself.

 

After you’ve fully clothed yourself, you and Mrs. Vikky stand in the kitchen wrapped in an awkward silence before you state that you should probably get back to camp or something. Mrs. Vikky nods and wishes you luck.

 

As you turn to leave, you look over your shoulder and see Mrs. Vikky sulking. It must have been a while for her and you got so wrapped up in the moment you totally forgot your condition. Come to think of it, it’s been quite some time since you’ve got any action yourself. You really need to find yourself some genitals. (-20 Lust)

 

 

 

 

Bakery intro scene (have met and had sex):

Mrs. Vikky is tending to the droves of customers and spots you. You can see her mouth bend into a wide grin even from all the way at the back of the line.

 

Greeting (after sex, repeatable):

You get up to the front of the line. Mrs. Vikky smiles a toothy grin and bends over, resting one hand on her chin and her massive rack on the countertop. She strokes the pencil she’s been using to take down orders suggestively.

 

“We finally got some extra help around here so I’m free if you are hun... tell me, what’ll it be?”, she purrs.

 

[Sex] [Leave]

 

(If Leave)

You apologize and say that you’re not quite in the mood right now. Vikky's smile quickly turns into a frown as she yells “Next!”

 

(If sex)

Vikky's eyes light up behind her glasses. “Oh, that’s right, you’re here to help with the large sticky buns, how could I forget? If you’ll just follow me to the back room we can get you all set, my young apprentice.”

 

[Next]

 

You follow her into the back room, her heavy butt jiggling with each step. Her long tail swooshes back and forth as she walks, further drawing your gaze to her generous backside.

 

She glimpses over her shoulder and smiles at the sight of you mesmerized by her derriere. Eventually you make it past the double doors and to the back room where the heart of the bakery is: the Kitchen. The scent of baking treats assaults your nose and you can’t help but drool. Pots and pans hang from the ceiling and all manner of supplies and mechanisms litter the smooth and polished counters.

 

Mrs. Vikky leans up against the large metal table covered with supplies and ingredients in the center of the room, causing it to groan and creak under the weight she’s putting on it. She perks up and straightens her back, causing her breasts to heave and the fabric containing them to audibly strain.

 

“So Shug’, what can Momma Vikky do for you?” she purrs.

 

(If PC is a Male or a Dickgirl: You can tit fuck Mrs. Vikky, or take her anally) (If PC is a Herm: You can Eat out Mrs. Vikky, or take her Anally) (If PC is a Female: You can eat out Mrs. Vikky)

 

[Eat Out (Female/ Herm)] [Tit Fuck (Male)] [Anal (Male/ Herm/ Dickgirl)]

 

 

(If Anal)

You walk up to ‘Momma’ Vikky and plant a kiss on her lips, before grabbing her wide hips and turning her around and forcing her chest to the table, causing her to bend over and display her large butt. Without a word, you slide her pants and your + armorName + off slowly. “Ooooh, a little forceful today young man,” she teases. You give her a light swat on the butt to remind her who the boss is before kneeling down to get a better look at the pussy's pussy, now dripping in anticipation. You delicately begin to rub her clit with your fingers in a circular motion, being careful not to slip inside her. Mrs. Vikky lets out another moan and you give her another slap, this time a little harder, causing her butt to quake a little and her to giggle. You take a long and sloppy lick of her trembling slit and notice that her cute little butthole is fairing up and down as it puckers. You begin to swirl your finger around her back door and call out to her “So, where would ‘Momma’ like it today?”

 

Mrs. Vikky remains silent for a short time before speaking up: “How about we take the road less traveled, Shug’, I could really use some fudge cupcakes...”  You nod in approval and begin to stroke your + cockDescript(0) + when you stop and realize that you don’t have any lubricant for this task. Right on queue Mrs. Vikky hands you a bottle of syrup she must have been chugging, as evidenced by her sex’s sudden increase in moisture and the smell of a cat in heat now clouding the room.

 

You pour the substance on your + cockDescript(0) + and start to massage it in, rubbing a little of it on her back door.  Slowly, you begin sliding a finger into her anus to test its elasticity, lightly fingering her with your syrupy hand. Almost immediately you slide in another finger and Mrs. Vikky moans, lust drunk on sugar. You ready your + cockDescript(0) + 's tip at her back door, ready to break in. Your + cockDescript(0) + throbs, dripping precum (If PC is a herm: and your + nippleDescript(0) + harden as your + vaginaDescript(0) + begins to drip in unison with Mrs. Vikky's).

 

You plunge deep into her near cripplingly tight bowels. Using Vikky’s wide hips, you brace yourself as you thrust slowly, pouring more of the syrup on your cock for additional lubrication. You find yourself quickly working up to a steady pace as you work the baking cougar's back door. “No one’s taken me there for yeaaars,” she groans in pleasure. Once again you find yourself forced to give her backside a good slap, however this one causes your feline lover to have a mini orgasm  as you feel a little splash of her girl cum hit your legs.

 

Mrs. Vikkys tail begins to thrash around at an alarming rate as she gives into the sensation, nearly hitting you in the face. You decide that you need to get the situation under control and grab it. A wicked thought enters your mind as you begin to pull on it with each thrust, digging deeper and deeper into the plump cougar, causing her to grunt in time with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

 

While it should have the opposite effect, your pounding seems to be causing Vikky to tighten her grip around your cock and you can feel an orgasm coming on. You brace yourself and slam into her hard, unleashing a torrent of pearly goo deep inside her bowels. You strain to pull your + cockDescript(0) + free and when it eventually pops loose, you launch one final ribbon of cum over Mrs. Vikky's butt and back, cum dripping from her now red and abused hole.

 

Mrs. Vikky lets out a small sigh, turns around smiling and slaps you on the + buttDescript() + . “Simple, but effective. You bake a good cupcake + playerName + !” You both get dressed and giggle at the thought of Mrs. Vikky spending the rest of the day walking around with your cum in her. (Lust to 0)

 

 

(If Tit Fuck)

You strut up to Mrs. Vikky and caress the sides of her pretty feline face before planting a loving kiss on her lips. You look her in the eyes as you slowly slide your hands down her arms, and then to the sides of her massive mammaries. You whisper to her, “You said you could teach me how to make things.” You gently squeeze her breasts together and add, “I really want to know how Mrs. Vikky makes her milkshakes.” “Mmmm, Momma Vikky can certainly do that for you.” She responds with a sly grin as she reaches back to untie her apron. Once the knot loosens, she sighs at the relief of some of the pressure on her chest. She tosses the apron haphazardly to the side and uses her arms to lift herself on top of the table behind her, setting her wide butt down without so much as a sound. She looks at you and smiles as she puffs out her chest and asks, “Would you be a gentlemen?” You promptly grab the folds of her shirt where the buttons meet and pull, causing a spray of buttons to be sent in all directions, pinging off of pots and pans.

 

You stand there dumbstruck, practically hypnotized by her massive mounds; her erect nipples and smooth areolas nestled in a sea of short, soft golden fur, a splotch of white fur residing where her collarbone meets. Mrs. Vikky coos and grabs you by the back of the head, forcing you into her love pillows, practically suffocating you. You take a moment to rest and enjoy her soft warm cleavage before tilting your eyes up, and catching Mrs. Vikky looking down to you wearing a pleasant and warm smile. “Go ahead, Shug’”

 

You slowly bring your hands up to your feline lover's large bosom and lightly grab two handfuls of tit, massaging and rubbing them while occasionally flicking at her pert nipples. She coos in delight and lays down on the table, embracing you to take you down with her. You can feel her start to wiggle out of her pants as you continue to enjoy her fat cat tats and you can feel your + cockDescript(0) + rubbing against the inside of your + armorName + , dousing it with pre.

 

Mrs. Vikky takes note of your predicament and begins to undo your + armorName + , eventually managing to fully undress you. Nude, you hover over her and she caresses your body with her hands before wrapping them around your + buttDescript() + to pull you closer and sit you on her plump belly, your dick only a few inches from the bottom of her large breasts.

 

Mrs. Vikky looks up at you, still smiling as she opens a door under the table you’re lying on, taking out a bottle labeled 'Chocolate Sauce'. As she opens it and pours it over her breasts and the valley between she instructs, “The key to a good milkshake is consistency and frothiness, so you need to mix it very well as you add the ingredients, and I wouldn’t want my little apprentice to get rug burn.” You’re a little disappointed you won’t be getting to enjoy her soft smooth fur in it’s purest form, but after a moment of consideration you shake your head and agree that the friction would heat things up a bit too much. She continues to slather her chest with the substance before drizzling some on your aching member and emptying the last few drops into her mouth, causing a sudden explosion of her womanly musk to hit you.

 

Mrs. Vikky brings her arms to the sides of her breasts and squeezes them together, nodding at you. Slowly you slip your + cockDescript(0) + up to its hilt into her chocolaty cleavage. “I hope you’re ready, Shug’,” Mrs. Vikky playfully giggles and begins to slowly shift her breasts in opposite circular motions, pinching her nipples between her index and middle fingers. The feeling is incredible as the points of her fur and the slickness of the chocolate lubricant stimulate you in a way you’ve never felt before forcing a grunt out of you. Mrs. Vikky steadily speeds things up as you sit on her gut helplessly enduring the tit fuck of a lifetime. She tries several different motions, each more pleasant than the last, from gently bumping her breasts together, to sliding them up and down slowing and stopping each time she senses you’re at your apex. You’re left panting and gasping, trying to contain your orgasm. Mrs. Vikky looks up at you and simply says that it’s your turn. Slowly you place your own shaking hands on top of hers and press, allowing her hands to slide free, giving you complete control over her generous bosom. You idly flick her now effect nipples with your thumbs, working to center yourself so you don’t blow your load immediately.

 

Soon you regain your focus and begin thrusting, you can feel the fine soft hairs on Mrs. Vikky’s gut gently rubbing against your + assholeDescript() + providing additional and unexpected stimulus. Your slow, cautious thrusts eventually speed up into a steady rhythm, causing your pet cougar's curvy body to jiggle in cute little waves with each wet, loud, plopping thrust.  You’ve noticed that Mrs. Vikky's scent is getting stronger and you look behind you to see that she’s currently rubbing her fat little pussy with both of her catlike hands. You continue to pick up speed and feel yourself nearing your breaking point, lightly patting her breasts with your hand to signal her.

 

She looks up at you and whimpers, “Give kitty some cream.” Giving one last powerful thrust and a yell, (If PC has a cock under 12 inches: you unload a copious amount of man cream deep into her now sloppy love pillows, continuing to thrust and cum until you feel yourself having gone nearly completely limp.) (If PC has a cock 12 inches or longer: Mrs. Vikky licks the tip of your cock and opens up wide as you unleash a powerful jet of jism that splatters against the roof of her mouth.)

 

Your hands leave Mrs. Vikky’s breasts, exposing your now spent + cockDescript(0) + to the cool air as you put your hands on your stomach and breath in, trying to catch your breath. Mrs Vikky, lying now with her hands behind her head, reaches into the valley between her milk mounds and rubs two fingers up it, collecting a decent sized glob of your frothy semen and chocolate mixture. She casually sniffs it before placing her fingers in her mouth, sucking it down and pulling them back out with a wet pop. “Mmmm! Just as I thought, you’re a natural, + playerName + !”

 

You promptly hop off of your lover, and grab a towel to start cleaning yourself before hearing Mrs. Vikky scold you. You walk over to her head. Mrs. Vikky hangs her head off the table upside down and begins sensually licking you clean, squeezing out another small rope of cum from your cock to boot.

 

You promptly bend down and give her a peck on the cheek and begin redressing as Mrs. Vikky continues to lick fingerfuls of your ‘milkshake’ out of her cleavage. Mrs. Vikky smiles and waves as you go to leave and insists that you come back more often. (Lust to 0)

 

 

(If Eat Out)

You strut up to Vikky and cup her crotch in your hand, shaking it as you slide one of your hands past her apron to tweak her nipples, causing her to gasp a little. You lean in and whisper in her ear: “I was wondering just how sweet you really are. It’s been a while since I’ve had a gourmet meal.” Mrs. Vikky gives a hearty laugh before turning around and starting to undo her pants. “I hope you brought your appetite with you,” she teases, slowly sliding her pants to the floor, giving you an amazing view of her massive, soft, round butt. You notice her sex tucked just under the moon and see that it’s shimmering with the beginnings of arousal.

 

Mrs. Vikky bends over the table to better show off her generous booty and as you kneel down to get a better look, you hear a thud next to you. Looking over, you notice that a floppy purple dildo has hit the floor next to you. It looks like it’s weighted in such a way to stand up, allowing the user to ride it cowgirl style. You take the average sized purple toy in your hands and look up to Mrs. Vikky who simply says “Whoopsy,” in a playful tone before quietly adding with a giggle, “Dropped my mixer.”  Accident or no, you’re dedicated to get some use out of this thing today.

 

You quickly strip off your + armorName + and cozy up to Mrs. Vikky’s crotch, her snatch hovering slightly above your face. She wiggles her butt, signifying she’s ready and you take a moment to close your eyes and catch a waft of her sweet scent as you tickle her moist lips with your nose a little, causing Vikky to shiver with anticipation.

 

Using your fingers, you spread Mrs. Vikky's waiting sex and begin to gingerly suckle and finger her to get her ready. In due time Mrs. Vikky begins bobbing her booty up and down to your magic fingers and you realize that this is the perfect time to use your little ‘accident’. You take the dong and slap her on the rear, causing Mrs. Vikkys ample butt to bounce and quiver, making her snicker. Her giggling quickly turns to moaning however as you begin gently rubbing the counterfeit purple member along her slit while you lick her love button. You can hear Mrs. Vikky moaning above you and soon enough, her wetness is so great that it begins dripping down on you. You take this moment to lick the dildo and note just how sweet Mrs. Vikky’s juices are before slamming the fake dong inside of her up to its hilt, causing Mrs. Vikky to emit a shocked gasp. You don’t hesitate and impishly begin to slam the dildo into her as quickly and as hard as you can, Mrs. Vikky's girl lube trickling down the purple shaft and onto your face. (If PC Strength is 50+: You give another thrust with all of your might and Mrs. Vikky’s sex erupts in a massive orgasm spraying your face with her sweet girl cum.)

 

You’re not done yet though as you can feel your own + vaginaDescript() + start to drool. You rub your (If PC is a Female: + clitDescript() + ) (If PC is a Herm: stiff + cockDescript(0) + ) as you continue to pleasure your stout companion. Her scent is really getting to you now, and mixed with the burning feeling in your arm you decide that it’s your turn to have some fun.

 

In one fell swoop, you yank the toy from Mrs. Vikky’s air-tight folds, which emit a wet pop sound as the head comes out, slam the dildo right side up a few inches from your own honey pot and begin to bump and grind your needy snatch against it. You take care however to make sure your lady friend isn’t left out in the cold and feverishly begin to finger bang her between long licks. The heavy scent eventually gets to you and you spread her ass cheeks apart to get a better view before diving right into her crack, feverishly licking, tonguing, and nipping at her now gushing sex.  Mrs. Vikky lets out yet another cry as her orgasm nears and you impale your + vaginaDescript() + on the toy you’ve been rubbing yourself with, violently grinding your + hipDescript() +  back and forth, bucking and thrusting. Your + buttDescript() + slaps the floor as your bounce up and down, your lust plagued mind commanding you to go all out. You continue your animalistic assault on the feline with your hungry mouth, brushing your teeth against her slick folds as you lash out with your tongue. Mrs. Vikky yells out, and in seconds you’re blasted in the face with a practical tidal wave of girl cum. You hear Mrs. Vikky collapse on the table, panting, and you fall backwards yourself, fanatically rubbing her girl cum all over your body as you lick your lips and tweak your + nippleDescript(0) + , still slamming the dildo into you, quickly bring yourself to your own peak and splashing Mrs. Vikky’s shoes and the floor with your own fluids.

 

You lie down on the cold, wet floor, panting heavily for a few moments trying to catch your breath, the floppy fake pecker still lodged in your + vaginaDescript() + . Eventually you and Vikky both return to a stable state of mind and begin to wash up. Mrs. Vikky gives you a peck on the cheek before you leave for camp, saying that you were right, girls are fun. Especially big girls. (Lust to 0)