Burning the Midnight Oil
I present to you hereby the newest addition to weird story ideas.
Did you ever wonder, what would be if people could have orgasms so powerful they could be lethal? No? Well, kitsugen and me are here to answer it anyway with this RP-log. F: is Kitsugen, and P: is me.
Tag warnings: Snuff, I suppose. Not much else I could think of.
I hope you like this little experiment, dear reader ^^
F: >:3
Buck watched impatiently as Hunter fiddled with his keypad, attempting to crack the door ahead of them. "What's taking so long. We should've had this job wrapped up an hour ago and be drinking whiskeys, celebrating a payday. Stop playing with your cock and get that door open Hunter."
The rabbit sighed in mock frustration. Oh how hard it was to work with horses. Sure they provided good muscle, but they weren't the brightest bunch. Always in a rush to get the job done, same as they were in the bedroom the lapine mused. Hunter provided the technical skills to their duo, not that he wasn't a slouch at fighting, he just preferred tactics and a methodical approach to breaking down doors and getting shot at prematurely like his partner did.
"Almost there. And we're fine. I already disabled all of the security cameras and sensors. We are practically invisible and everyone has already left the building. I verified the janitor left 15 minutes ago already. The only people left in this building are the target and us. So I'll take my time and make sure the job is done right. At least one of us cares about being a professional."
His partner snorted, frustrated he wasn't already intoxicated and halfway deep in a tight cunt, his usual celebration tradition each time a big job like this came up. It was a relatively easy one too. A high profile target, head of a pharmaceutical company. They'd made the right number of enemies to the point where the duo's services were desired. Most of these CEO types solely resided in their gated communities, locked down with 24/7 security. This one though, she was bold. Only a light security detail on night shift at the headquarters, and she had a habit of staying way past when any sane person would still be working. Too bad her overzealous work ethic was going to end up costing her.
The security detail had been a piece of cake to take care of. The bunny hadn't lifted a finger, but Buck had made light work of them. He'd simply walked right up behind the scrawny weasel gal taking a smoke break. Well sneak was an overstatement, there was no subtlety with his bulk. Nonetheless, by the time the weasel gal heard his footstep and decided to turn around to face him, he'd closed the distance and smashed her against the wall with one arm. She was out like a light, and to make sure no-one found her by accident he'd tossed her in the nearby garbage shoot. Now he just had to wait for Hunter to hurry up and get the door open to the CEO's own office so they could finish things up. The horse was a tad riled up too, getting to use his muscles and taking down some underpaid security detail had worked up his hunger, and he was eager to find out if the rumors of their target's 'assets' were over embellished.
*~click~*
"There. Told ya there wasn't a door I couldn't crack. Girls first~" the rabbit gave a little bow and wave of his arm. Buck just grunted, this bunny knew his place and he was practically a twink compared to the stallion. Buck was raring to go, muscles flexing and cock lightly throbbing in excitement.
P:
Cynthia hated staying at work this late into the night - it always made her sleep badly, and thus irritable in the morning. But she hated inefficient work even more, and with underlings distracting her all day, this was the only time she could properly get shit down. The cheetah tapped away at the holographic keyboard, double-checking contracts for entrapments, setting up entrapments in others, and moving more cash towards "receptive" officials than any of the grunts working under her made in a year.
Then the door to the office opened.
A single keystroke closed her workstation, a reflex born out of the fact that no one coming into her office was meant to even take a glimpse at the details of her operations. Then there was also the fact that firstly, the door was supposed to be locked, and secondly, she should have been the only person in this building at this point. She didn't recognize the two furs in the door, though that didn't mean much - she never bothered remembering the faces of every single one of her employees. What was more telling was the fact that their bodysuits bore no badges, insignia, or otherwise identifiable markings.
Then there was the aggressively throbbing erection the horse was sporting, visible even through his dark suit. Cynthia mentally sighed. Not entirely unexpected, all things considered. Plenty of so-called business-partners had tried to screw her over in their dealings, and she had returned the favor in kind. She was just better at it, and came out far, far better than them. It had really just been a matter of time, until _someone_hired someone to take care of her. _Well, this might actually become a somewhat enticing evening then_she thought to herself as a hand slipped behind her head to undo the band bundling her hair into a ponytail. Shaking her head, she let her blonde mane fall over her shoulders as she sized up the two intruders.
F:
Hunter dropped into a mock fighting stance, eyeing the femme up. Whoever this gal was, she had an atmosphere about here, exuding raw predatory sexuality. She didn't seem the slightest bit surprised to see them barging into her office, and he couldn't tell if he had imagined it, but he thought he saw the slightest hint of a smile when she had sized them up. His ancestral brain also told him to be weary of a predator, their bodies built to strike and kill prey like him. And she looked the part too. Her business grade bodysuit hugging her killing form elegantly. He could make out her tensing physique, bundles of muscle fibres winding up ready to strike. Looking lower he could see the tell-tale signs of a sculpted six-pack, toned abdomen pushing out against the form fitting fabric. But this just spurned Hunter on, wasn't everyday he got to have a go at a piece of ass this finely wrapped in that tight bodysuit. Plus, the thought of besting a predator and putting them in their place was the cherry on top.
Buck didn't hesitate to step forward up to the plate. Even large predators couldn't stack up to his size. He was a whole two heads taller than her and he just grinned watching the cheetah let down her beautiful locks of hair. Damn he loved banging blondes. This was going to be a fun night after all.
The horse finally broke the initial silence. He cracked his knuckles one by one followed by his neck. "Guess you're not surprised to see us. Thought you might be at least a little scared having two men breaking and entering your office at this hour of the night. It's not safe for a female to be all alone by herself. Luckily you got two strong males ready to keep you company. You should let us take good care of you and you might even enjoy it." His cock gently throbbed at that last bit. Oh he was pent up. He made it a point to keep himself pent up before an assignment so that he was at the peak of his testosterone, and for the additional satisfaction of the payoff.
P:
Cynthia grinned at the cockiness of the horse. "You won't find me a scaredy cat, my dear." She licked her lips, and her lower lips wettened similarly. With a simple movement of her hand, parts of her bodysuit opened up. Expensive models like this had a high degree of malleability, and any part of them could be removed individually. Right now, she used that trait to have the bits around her crotch fold into the fabric of the leggings beside it, revealing her quickly moistening pussy.
The cheetah swung herself over the table, as was appropriate for her athletic form. Sitting down at the edge for a moment, legs spread high and wide, she made sure to give those two wannabe-assassins a good look at her moistening kitty-bits. She never wore underwear, the bodysuit made that entirely redundant - and she loved seeing the flustered faces when she set it to be a bit tighter than usual.
"Don't expect me to just bend over the table and lift my tail like a pussy-cat. You're gonna have to work for it if you want to take down this piece of cunt." Her predatory instincts were firing up - as deadly as her ancestors were during the hunt, so was she in the bedroom. Another hand movement furled back the pieces around her breasts. She was not so arrogant to think that her rack was anything impressive, but she believed that the firm, perky mounds were still eye-catching enough for any male. "If...." she trailed a single claw around one of the pink nipples "you can take it down at all..."
F:
Hunter's eyes ogled the cheetah's bared pussy flesh, folds dripping with a glossy sheen, tantalizingly plump and coaxing his cock to stir in his tight bodysuit.
Buck took the lead though, taking a step forward and unlatching his body suit's custom cod piece, eyes hungrily eating up what was between the Cheetah's thighs. "What a prime piece of pussy we got ourselves tonight Hunter. Just look at that thing. Dripping wet and begging us to give it a go. Most of our targets just beg, plead and try to negotiate for their life. Although you already know that won't work and would rather go out with a bang. I have just the tool for the job." With a flick, Buck's codpiece opened up and a foot of semi-hard throbbing horse cock came flopping out into view. "You ready to cream yourself around my cock you slut. Have that final orgasm before you fade from the picture. Don't worry, I'll make it worth it. This thing has slain many a cunts." Buck got up between Cynthia's thighs, letting his still semi-erect shaft flop onto her furnace of a cunt, teasingly rubbing it against those warm wet lips. He gently moved his hips, letting his length slide along her folds, feeling the warm arousal slickening the underside of his shaft and coaxing it to it's full stiff length. "Do you even think you'll be able to take it to the hilt? Kitties weren't meant for this caliber of stud stick."
The rabbit interrupted, "I won the toss brute. My cock gets first dibs at her." It wasn't the first cunt he'd collateralled but this one was something to admire and he didn't want the stallion having all the fun. He'd opened up his retracting codpiece and was tugging his length to full throbbing erectness. He was already riled up from the show, seeing Buck's tentpole of meat grinding between the cheetah's lower lips, making them part and glide along his cumvein. He'd also freed his balls up, letting them pop free of the tight suit, tightly coddled up against the base of his shaft which he eagerly massaged over.
"Step aside, Buck." Hunter pushed the oaf out of the way as the stallion huffed his faux resentment but let go off the steamy hawt cheetahs thighs while Hunter took his position.
"She's gonna eat you alive bun-bun." Buck taunted. The horse doubted this rabbit could handle all that the cheetah was packing, and if the bunny got himself snuffed in the process then Buck would get his cut of the job. He only needed the rabbit to break him into the office unseen so it didn't matter if his partner made it out alive. This would just be a nice show to enjoy while stroking along his shaft, using the cheetah's arousal that he'd rubbed off her as a lube.
P:
Having the rabbit go first was fine on Cynthia's account. The horse's rod would do a number on her, while the rabbit would serve as warmup - an appetizer before the main course. "You guys are way too impatient to get snuffed" she teased as she got up from the table, pushing the surprised lapine back a step in the process "But I don't mind if the meat serves itself. Speaking of which..." He gave a soft hiss as she firmly grabbed his bunny-pouch. "I'd like to have a taste first."
If he was taken aback by her initiative he didn't let it show - maybe he was too horny to realize that her intentionally riling him up even more was bad for him. The horse didn't say anything either, seemingly content to watch. She didn't give them a lot of opportunity to think either, sliding to her knees and nuzzling the rabbit's crotch. He had a good size for a rabbit, though she certainly wouldn't tell him that, and a nice, full pair of balls. She'd enjoy draining them dry, as much as she'd enjoy snuffing that cocky bunny in the process.
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock on one go. His hands had hovered over her head, whether to shove her down or push her away she didn't know, but it made no difference in the end. He gave a loud gasp as her muzzle hit his pubic fluff immediately, the cheetah effortlessly deepthroating his entire length. She grabbed his sack to roll the pouch with the two bun-balls around in her palms whilegently scritching them with her claws. A moan slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself as she started purring and tilting her head left and right while swirling her tongue around his shaft. Groaning, the rabbit tried to hump into her muzzle already, but she'd have none of that. As fast as she swallowed it, she pulled off his cock with a wet _POP_and an arcing mixture of spittle and precum.
God, she loved how leaky rabbits were once they got going. A constant drool of pre was leakingfrom his pulsating cockhead as he stared at her for a moment as if shellshocked. She sat back up on the table, spreading her legs once more. "Well then, little rabbit. What are you waiting for, I don't have all night."
F:
Hunter wasn't one to keep a lady waiting. He'd put her in her proper place now that he was in control. Admittedly, that blow job had got his length throbbing in full anticipation of how her silky snatch would feel gripping along his length. In the back of his mind he knew he should have been a bit more cautious, but cockiness won out, he'd show this business bitch who the real boss was.
He slid up in between the cheetah's spread thighs, using one hand to line himself up and the other to grab onto her voluptuous rump, freely molesting those kitten buns. His eager shaft teased at her folds, hoping to repay her blowjob and rile her up to his level. From the amount of glistening arousal drooling from her lips and wetting his tip, it seemed like she was more than eager for it.
With a full body thrust, Hunter buried his cock into the cheetah's tunnel. Her folds blissfully spreading and surrounding his prick, giving it a lustful embrace within her depths. Hunter let out a gasp. She felt heavenly wrapped around his cock. In the back of his mind he was starting to worry if he would last very long in this silky vice. Already his balls were eager to blow and gently bunching up in his sack. God why'd she have to play with his balls like that, they were as sensitive as his tip and having her work them over during her skilled blowjob had him on edge.
"FUCK!" Hunter gritted his teeth. Her pussy had just rippled along his shaft, trying to milk him from the start. He needed to get his head in the game, or should he say into action. Stop daydreaming about that blowjob and work this cunt over till she kicked it. That spurred the lusty lupine into action.
He worked up her engine, pulling back and feeling the grip of her muscles along the way. Halfway out he thrust back in, hips slapping up against hers, her lower lips giving his fuzzy sack a wet sloppy kiss. As he pulled back for another thrust he could feel the tendrils of arousal stretching between them, connecting their most intimate parts. She was the most juicy piece of cunt he'd ever laid. It was both seamless to thrust into her but at the same time it almost felt like she was in complete control. Relaxing her muscles then flexing at the perfect time to caress his length along the entire thrust. He wasn't going to back down though, he'd just overwhelm her with a barrage of lightning fast full body thrusts. Time to show her what a hare's speed could do in the sack.
Hunter's hips became a blur, and the entire office became a symphony of percussive wet slaps as the bunnies' fat cummers collided with the cheetah's plush ass. The rabbit working his length in and out of her like a piston.
Fuck... Hunter had been so focused on trying to dominate the cheetah that he'd closed his eyes in focus. Once he opened them he realized that she was unphased by his barrage of thrusts. She still had that same hungry predatory look on her face. And that just made the bunny even weaker in the knees, trembling and getting off on her dominating him despite being on top and in control. He couldn't lose though! He still had some tricks.
The bunny changed up his position, removing his hand that had been kneading her ass and placing it on her breast, groping the warm mound. With his other he lifted one of the cheetah's nimble legs and draped it over his shoulder, giving him unrestricted access to ploughing her cunt. Hunter rammed back into the cheetah's body, continuing his ravenous see-sawing in and out her clamp of a cunt. It all just felt so good.
Even with this new position, his speed became more erratic with his approaching climax. He should pull out now, no shame in letting Buck finish her off with his battering ram. Properly break in this cheetah and make her a stuttering creaming kitty. He could safely stroke himself off to her spasming pleasure overloaded body when the time came.
Knees slightly quivering, Hunter tried to pull out slowly, careful to avoid anything that'd set him off, he was on a hair trigger. At the last second, Hunter's eyes met the cheetah's and he knew all hope was lost.
P:
His desperate humping was almost adorable, Cynthia thought, but it was clear that he had no chance against her. His thrusts had no method behind them, no actual danger to her - all he could do was give her a nice fuck, but nothing more. Not that she didn't appreciate it, quite the opposite, but for wanting to snuff her, he was giving a remarkably poor performance.
She threw her head back and gave a loud, sonorous _purr_as he hammered into her tight kitty-tunnel while groping the bare flesh of her breasts. When the rabbit slowed down and tried to pull out, she wouldn't let him. Her free leg hooked around his back, denying the quivering rabbit his retreat. "Aww, done already? So soon? But I was having so much fun!"
He tried to babble a response, spittle flowing from his lips, but she cut him off by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close and wrapping her second leg around his rear. He was still trying to resist, but as his body built towards an increasingly dangerous orgasm, he lost more and more control over his body. Like a drowning man the lapine was scrambling, twitching and jerking erratically as she pulled him close. Lying flat on top of her, she whispered into his ear. She didn't know if he actually could hear her or if he was too far gone already.
"I'm cumming my little bun-bun..."
Her cunt squeezed down hard on his poor dick, milking it without remorse. She squealed in joy as she came, a nice, pleasant warmth spreading through her body. Her mind was caressed by the gentle embrace of orgasm as her vaginal walls twitched and quivered. The rabbit was twitching too as he came, though his peak would not be as pleasant...
F:
Hunter was awash in a sea of pleasure. This kitten's cunt was milking him for everything he could give. The bunny's balls were pulled up taught against his taint, pulsing and unleashing every drop of cum they were holding onto. It was painful in a pleasurable sense, having his cords pulling and tensing rhythmically, making his balls bounce and smack up against his own ass, desperately giving up his load as it was expertly milked out of him.
In the back of his mind he knew he was done for. Her expert control, the predatory lock she had on him from the start. But it didn't matter anymore, or wouldn't in a few moments. It was just easier to lose himself to the blissful release, give into the cheetah's skilled ministrations. He'd tried boxing outside of his weight-class and gotten cunt KO'd for his cockiness! In his final thoughts, Hunter was at least thankful that he got to go out with a bang.
The rabbit's eyes started to roll back into his head, his body trembling and twitching as his mind was completely swallowed up by the overload of sensations the cheetah was dragging him through. He tried to let out a pleasured cry, a final exertion to go out with some sense of dignity, but all that left his muzzle was a gurgle. The bunny's body started to lock up and slump over, except for his hips. In the last moments of his pleasure stricken flooded brain, mating instincts prevailed and told him to keep blissfully humping away, give up his final load to hopefully carry with it new life.
Slowly, the twitching bunny's erratic hips came to a stop, groin coming flush with the cheetah's lower lips, cock throbbing with one final last spurt of cum into an already well filled cunt. Only just the slightest creamy trails leaking out from the tight embrace of the cheetah's pussy. The rabbit was completely still, flopped over the cheetah's belly, cock still rock hard and buried balls deep in creamy cunt. He looked peaceful despite his jarring orgasm, his head calmly resting in between those two perky pillowy tits, naturally cradling it like he'd snoozed off for a relaxing nap.
P:
He might have only been a mediocre lay, but Cynthia never got tired of the sensation of another warm body against hers twitching and going still. The way his twitches grew weaker and weaker until he laid on top of her completely lifeless, only held up by her grip on his body, nothing compared quite to this feeling of total power. The cheetah could even feel a bit of drool matting down the fur of her chest where the rabbit's head rested. He had thrown his life away, and for what? For her to get off, nothing more.
She enjoyed the moment of the rabbit's corpse lying on top of her for another moment before she stood up, lifting the lapine's limp form with her. Her cunt made a wet _shlop_as his cock flopped out of her. She unceremoniously tossed the body onto her desk to admire her handiwork. She didn't care about the fact that copious amounts of rabbit-cum were leaking from her snatch onto the office floor. Quite the opposite in fact, she widened her stance a little to allow it to flow more freely. That was how much she cared about the rabbit, and his cream - it didn't matter whether to her if his cum was inside her, or wasted on the floor. It would be cleaned up in the morning anyway, together with the bunny's worthless body.
His head had rolled to the side, mouth wide open like an idiot and stained with drool. His irises were barely visible, his eyes having rolled back into his head when he came. his cock was still fully erect, glazed with their combined juices while his nuts were pulled tight to his scrotum. Cynthia dragged some fingers through the slime covering his member and licked the juices off with gusto. "At least you taste good" she told his corpse, "maybe I should have rabbit more often." Then she turned her ministrations to his balls, finding them still hard like steel, but noticeably lighter than before. "Aww, thanks for giving me every drop, hun."
Behind her, the stallion cleared his throat. She looked over her shoulder as if she'd just remembered that he existed. She turned around, adopting a wide stance and putting a hand on her hip, a clearly confident pose. "You want your buddy's sloppy seconds? Oh well, if you want to join that corpse, I'll be more than happy to help you."
F:
Buck just smiled a big ole cocky grin in return to the cheetah's challenge. He'd already written the rabbit off, a lesser beast compared to the monument of masculinity that Buck embodied. His ego only inflated, knowing that he was what was going to bring this kitty to her knees, stuttering and frantically clenching on his cock till her mind completely gave out.
"The only thing that's going to be sloppy by the end of this is your kitty pussy's ability to handle my shaft. I hope that bunny lubed you up good because you're gonna need all the help you can get." Buck strode forward, meaty paws groping roughly onto the cheetah, eagerly molesting and feeling up the best parts of her body he'd been fixated on while watching Hunter throw his life away in a series of erratic humps.
He didn't waste time in making the first move, already at full mast and leaking pre at the tip from the show he'd witnessed. The stallion bucked forward without warning, sinking half of his meaty pole into the already well slickened and heated cheetah puss. "You're lucky that bunny gave you a warm up, otherwise you'd be yowling at the top of your lungs having just half my shaft stretching you out. But we'll get there don't you worry. A breeder stallion never disappoints." To make a point he drilled forward, grabbing the gal by her hips and using his raw strength to plough himself deeper into those silky kitty confines.
"Goddamn you're an uptight cunt! You got some grip with that set of lips don't ya? Gonna have to fuck the resistance out of ya and make you sputter around my shaft." Buck grit his teeth as he started to pull back, feeling the embrace of those warm wet folds tugging and refusing to let his length slide back effortlessly. Her pussy was like a fuckin vice! For once the horse was thankful Hunter gave up a hefty sum of cunt slickening cream to help piston his cock in and out of her controlled hold of his stallion pride.
He knew just the thing to break down her defenses though. No gal could keep a straight face after a couple of knocks of his battering ram on her inner gates. He worked up his momentum, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down into the cheetah's depths, working her open around her shaft, loosening up her hold and asserting his dominance. Sweat was dripping down Buck's brow, and especially his heaving sack as it slapped like a door knocker against the cheetah's firm pliable ass. The warmth billowing out of this cheetah's furnace of a pussy was making his whole groin a sweltering mess of Hunter's spilled load, his excess pre, and the bitch's own damp juices matting their thighs.
Buck was almost there though, he could feel the last bit of resistance signalling he had almost bottomed out in her pussy, despite her best attempts to keep him from knocking on her womb's entryway. He was in the home stretch, boy he was going to enjoy watching this kitten cream herself into oblivion.
P:
The horse did put up more of a fight than Cynthia would have given him credit for. He knew how to use the battering ram between his legs, she had to give him that.Though he did seem a bit more eager than he'd like to admit, considering he'd just put it in where they stood, not wasting a single moment in getting into her. That he was stronger was no surprise with his bulk, but it was to her disadvantage since it meant he could force himself through her tunnel regardless of how much she clamped down.
Jabbing thrusts bumped against the entrance to her womb, making her hiss each time as he forcefully tried to gain entrance. There was only so long her body could resist before her cervix gave in, letting his shaft through to knock against the warm walls of her deepest chamber. "_Fuck!"_she yelped as he broke through, and another orgasm washed over her jerking form, this one not nearly as pleasant and controlled as the previous one. Running a hand over her belly, the cheetah could feel his dick bulging against the insides of her abs. She knew that she'd have to pick it up a notch if she didn't want to end up the same way as the rabbit.
Her peak of course didn't escape the male either. "Getting tired there, cat?" he huffed, betraying his own exertion. "Just give up and let me snuff ya..." She glared up at him. Thinking she was done already? She'd show that cocky bastard, just like she showed his partner.
The next time he tried to pull her up to jam her down on his meat pole, she kicked her legs against the ground, practically jumping into him. The stallion was completely taken by surprise, unable to keep his balance as he keeled back over. His hands were still locked to her hips, so he had nothing to dampen his falls as he hit the ground hard. The impact knocked the wind from his lungs and he gasped, eyes wide, and they widened even further when her lips joined his, pulling him into a deep kiss while he was still struggling for air.
When Cynthia pulled off again, his breath was ragged, quick, a dazed expression adorning his face. "And now my dear pony..." she spoke up as her hips rose, his hands unable to stop her "you are going for your final ride." She almost stood up, until barely his flared tip remained inside her. Then she slammed herself down in one go.
The horse gave an uncharacteristically high, effeminate squeal as their groins collided with a loud_thwack_, combined juices splattering over their lower bodies. She herself couldn't suppress a pitiful wince as she took all that horseflesh in one go, battering straight through her cervix. This was a risky tactic, but she just had to keep herself together longer than he could, and be the look on his face, his time was running short.
F:
Buck was on top of the world, thrusting methodically, breaking down the bitches' barriers and watching her expression of a cool, calm, collected predator melt away. He was relishing each of the subtle indicators her body was giving in to his sexual dominance. Her thighs were twitching ever so slightly with each impact of his cock against the back of her womb. Then there was the way her taught clenching cunny went from it's expert rhythmic milking, to an erratically clenching cacophony of creamy kitty cunt to pillage. He could feel her resistance faltering, he was prevailing, and that just swelled the stallion's confidence near bursting levels. So much so that when the clever cat pulled off her sudden maneuver Buck was completely blindsided by it.
As Buck struggled to take in a breath the cheetah's mouth smothered his own, lavishly locking lips and making him gasp further. Her tongue wrestled against his own and easily pacified it, further asserting her dominance and driving Buck's oxygen deprived brain even further into submission. Once Cynthia let off his face, he took a deep ragged breath, trying to collect himself, get back into the fight and KO this cunt for good. But just as rational thought returned to the stallion, the cheetah slammed herself back down his length, smacking heavily against his groin. His mind nearly shattered in that instant, feeling the entirety of the kitty's cunt come sliding down upon his shaft. From feeling the cool air of the office against his soaked cock helping stabilize the stallion's pleasure, to feeling the full on furnace of this predator's pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft, basking it in it's warmth and tender embrace along his entire length.
Again the air was knocked from Buck's lungs. The cheetah's gamble paying off, the pony completely unacomstomed to a femme taking control like Cynthia was. Buck could try to fight it, attempt to deny this bitch the satisfaction of watching him be broken in like an unruly pony. But he knew he had lost, and his prey instincts told him to submit in his final moments to the apex predator he was balls deep in, cunt caressing along his entire length and making his balls flutter in excitement to give up their final load.
Buck could feel the tell-tale signs his fight was coming to an end. His legs had entirely given out, reduced to a trembling shaky mess underneath the cheetah. One last ditch idea came to his mind to maybe take her with him in his last moments. Squeeze her plump ass cheeks as hard as possible and drive her down harder onto his length while grinding up against her. But he couldn't even get his arms to co-operate. He was only able to squeeze the cheetah's ass because he was holding onto it for dear life. Instead she decided to take the initiative. Cynthia ground her muff sensually against his crotch, the entire throbbing mast of stallion cock still lodged in her cunt. That was enough to set Buck off and more. His soft spongy flare swelling up to it's full size and pressing out against Cynthia's already stuffed womb. The horse let out a final high pitched _NEIGH_as his balls relinquished their pent up pressurized load.
Cum_erupted_from Buck's flared tip, blasting against the back of the cheetah's innermost chamber. Warmth overtook both furs as their bodies trembled in unison as the horse kept pumping load after load of thick creamy cum into the female's womb. The equine's balls visibly clenched, cords swelling with their payload and giving up every last drop in the process. Buck's eyes glazed over, tongue flopping out of his muzzle while spittle rolled down his chin.
P:
"Fffffuuuuck!" Cynthia cursed at the peak of her orgasm. She might have felt the exact moment the equine expired beneath her, but she was a bit more preoccupied with not going past the point of no return herself. Of course it was to be expected that he came a lot, but she wasn't quite prepared for the _force_with which he came. Her womb was full soon enough, and after that, each shot from his cannon backfired out of her, splattering cum messily over their groins and even the floor. Thick, vicious gouts of equine cum splattered over his own abs as he washed hers away with that very same barrage, her once-toned belly being bloated from the inside with his cream.
"Balls! Shit! Fuck!" Still cursing breathlessly, she managed to pull off his pulsating length and take a breather. The still-spurting cock was completely covered in cum as it flopped out and against the horse's abs, leaving yet another messy splatter. And despite its owner's death, the meat-spear still continued its duty of passing along its owners genes. Gout after messy gout of pearlescent seed continued to shoot from the flaring tip, splattering the horse's body. His head had rolled to the side, and was now being marked by streaks of virile cum, a final decoration for his empty features.
Cynthia saw none of this. The cheetah was breathing heavily, standing over the horse as she came down from her near-lethal peak. This had been a close one, but in the end, she came out on top, just this time a bit more literally than usual. The cheetah cooed softly as she ran a hand over her swollen belly. "Managed to ruin my figure at least..." she mumbled to herself, then opened her eyes to look down at the slain prey. "But that's all you managed to do" she added with a leer as her usual bossy attitude returned.
"Well boys, it's been fun, but I think I've earned myself some rest for tonight. You certainly seem to be enjoying yours." And she'd certainly rest well with a bellyfull of horse-spooge to keep her warm. A quick flick of her wrist sealed up her suit to keep inside what hadn't dripped out of her yet, even though her crotch and inner thighs were soaked as well, staining the suit even more. Oh well, it was worth it.
Cynthia turned to leave, ultimately thoroughly satisfied with how the evening had gone. On the way out, she couldn't hold back another quip directed at the corpses of her two wannabe-assassins. "Alright, you two have fun tonight, but in the morning, you gotta go. Can't have trash lying around in my office, I'm sure you understand." Then she left with the door automatically closing behind her and the lights turning off, leaving the two corpses in darkness while their own cum was slowly drying in their fur.
~Fin~