Puma vs Croc

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No, I am not dead yet, just having severe difficulties getting more to paper than a single page per idea. I did manage to get this RP log down. P is me, F is my partner. As per usual at this point, this story contains pleasure snuffs/lethal orgasms and having some more fun with a body that expires that way afterwards, so if that's not something you're into, you might wanna leave.

Very basic premise, rival facility infiltrators butting heads with only one remaining standing. Pure smut inside.


P: Oscars preferred method of infiltration was going straight through the checkpoint. It had taken nearly a month of planning, falsifying credentials, hacking databases, and social engineering, but in the end, it allowed the heavyset crocodile to simply walk into the data vault. He was wearing the form-fitting uniform of a senior intelligence officer, which hadn't been easy to procure, but he was confident in his abilities. He didn't even have to feign interest as the young otter guard checked his credentials. Oscar couldn't help but notice that the boy was sneaking glances at him, specifically his crotch.

"Like what you see?" the older man rumbled, causing the insides of the otters ears to turn beet-red. The uniform was standard-issue, but Oscar knew very well what consequences "standard-issue" had for someone like him. The soft bulge of his belly was only rivaled by the offensively protruding bulge of his groin.

"Y-yes sir! I-I mean no, sir! I mean-" the otter began to stammer, before he caught himself and shut up again. The crocodile just chuckled. "Long night sir?" the otter spoke up again, staring directly at his crotch instead of the screen.

"You could say that."

"Would...would you like me to help you out sir?"

"Hah! Thanks for the offer, kid, but I'm afraid I'd be a bit too much to handle for you!"

"O-oh...okay then. Anyway, you can go in now, sir. Have a nice evening"

The vault door behind the otter hissed and opened up.

As Oscar walked through, he could feel the otter's gaze following his shifting bulge. It was true, he was rather pent up and could use some help unwinding, but an ongoing infiltration was neither the time nor place for that. Especially since his partners had a tendency to not survive their trysts.

Well, once this job was done he'd have the time and money to find someone to tend to his needs, he thought as he walked through the server racks to the platform with the main control screen . Just needed to extract some data from this terminal and...

Wait. Someone had been here before him

F: These jobs were too easy. Practically a cake walk for a pilfering puma such as herself. Especially when she was 'leveraging' the hard work of her favorite rival. The long hours, the meticulous preparation, the perfectly planned plot, not her style. But who was she not to capitalize on all that hard work. She'd used her own set of skills to cat burgle the croc's credentials. What mattered was the result, which she had safely tucked between her sloshing breasts, which were barely contained in her form fitting black mesh bodysuit. Yeah the standard issue uniform was definitely not fitting her figure.

Jess swayed her double wide hips with sass and accomplishment as she strode out of the server room, USB drive in tow with all the client's desired data she'd swiped. She walked past the cute wide eyed otter, who was obviously staring at her gently bouncing breasts. And he was noticeably trying to hide his straining pocket tent. She was ahead of schedule~ plenty of time to mix work and pleasure.

"Hey there, handsome. I think you're due for an 'inspection'."

Jess leaned in, letting her fat milkers push forward straining against the fabric as it spread dangerously thin, outlining her areolas.

"Command sent me to evaluate the state of security... that includes you."

"Tha...that doesn't sound like it's protocol." He nervously shifted in his seat.

Her kitty creamers were feeling especially full and swollen today, probably a sign to cut back on the lactate supps. A critical part of her toolkit. It made sure guards like this were more focused on the supple slosh of her milky mounds than on her clearance. But they also made her feel especially frisky and this twinky otter with a nice long straining baton was checking her boxes.

"Protocol is obeying your superiors."

He nodded slowly; eyes still mesmerized by her chest assets.

Using her feline agility, Jess slid over the security console into the otter's lap, making it known that her breasts weren't the only swollen thing the puma was packing. Yet another reason the standard issue outfit was inadequate. She needed a male's uniform to properly fit her plump puma puss. It wasn't even a side effect of the supps, she had a naturally endowed kitty. Cameltoe didn't do justice to Jess' mound. Camel-clef was more fitting, and she was fitting it right up against this otter's rock-hard package.

Just as she was about to slam her tongue down his throat the *beep* of a keycard chimed.

Shit... she forgot that the croc was punctual as ever. She slid under the security desk out of view and waited as he and the anxious and horned up otter stumbled his way through their conversation.

It was fun watching the otter definitely check out the croc's equipment and see his tent throb between the pauses. Guess she had lucked out he had an interest in a bit of everything~

With another *beep* the croc walked into the server room.

No time to play around, with gusto Jess popped her head up between the otter's thighs and undid his fly, letting all the twink meaty flop out with a hefty plop on her purring face. Time to put her preferred skillset to use.

With a wet *schlurp* she gobbled the entire otter's length. It filled her cock hungry maw nicely, and made a nice bulging outline in her throat. She didn't waste a moment, working her throat and slurping on his shaft, rhythmically milking the mewling cross eyed otter.

FUCK! He splurted without even giving her a warning. His thighs started shaking and the otter boy went limp in his seat as she swallowed down every drop he had to give.

She was a tad disappointed he'd fired his load so quickly and snuffed it without her even trying to give him that fatal finale.

Oh well, she thought to herself. It was fun to leave a calling card for the croc to find.

She peeled her face off the otter's crotch and started pumping the still rock-hard otter boi's prick. And just like that he unloaded rope after rope of spicy otter cum on his chest, spunk soaking into his uniform.

*beep*

"Oh, what the hell!" She knew that voice anywhere~

"Hope you enjoy the mess I left for you crocky!"

Jess stood up and adjusted her outfit, making sure her tits were front and center.

"Thanks for making this heist a breeze. Your plan really went off without a hitch... well except for the part where I puma'd the prize from you."

She gave her stunning smile, swaying her hips side to side and flicking her tail.

P:

Oscar rubbed his temples as he saw the sight outside the server room. Of course, that pussy-bitch Jess would jump on this opportunity as well, the contract for the data had been an open one. Sure, hard enough for only the best to take a shot at it, but Oscar was one of the best. The puma wasn't. She was just some upstart whose only skill was exploiting the hard work of others.

That, plus her getup wasn't doing his situation any favors. Pent-up as he was, he'd been leaking precum into his suit the moment he'd put it on, which had been hours ago. It was a sign of his experience that he'd managed to remain soft with his nuts stewing in his own pre for so long. Now though, with the cat putting her...assets on display as she was, he could feel his slowly hardening dick sling out a pint-sized rope of cum into his clothing.

"Jess, why the fuck do you always have to get in the way?" he sighed, not really expecting an answer. This could have been a clean heist, in and out, just 20 minutes, but now he stood not only empty handed, but with a creamed otter-corpse as well. This was the third time now Jess had snatched the prize from his jaws. The previous two times hadn't been as big jobs as this one though.

Well, one thing he knew for certain, he couldn't exactly leave just like that. He needed the cash from this job. He sighed again. Ah fuck, time to get unprofessional then. Striding up to the puma, he cornered her against the desk, looming over her.

"You think you're hot shit, taking others' hard-earned work with minimal effort, don't you? With those fat tits of yours. Well, guess what?" He took a step closer, pressing against her, his growing bulge rubbing against the bulge her cunt made in her suit. "You're just a dumb bitch who never should'a stepped foot outside of a whore-house. You can't pull off a proper heist just because you have these!" One of his hands landed on her breast and squeezed. Hard.

F:

Jess loved the way she could absolutely rattle the normally stoic scale butt. It just felt so satisfying to get him all riled up and pissed. She hadn't expected him to actually make a move though. All the previous times she'd screwed him out of a job he'd just get furious and curse her name, but now here he was, pressed up against her and nowhere for her to wiggle out of this. He was seriously pissed but that just made her want to poke further.

"Calm down lizard brain, I earned this payday. Work smarter not harderrr-URP!"

Jess let out a gasp as Oscar laid an oversized scallie mitt on her sensitive breast and SQUEEZED. Her black mesh suddenly darkened and dampened, milk gushing forth from her leaky nip and soaking through the material.

"Fuck! You made me spring a leak. I would have let you suck them if you'd just asked nicely."

Damn, that turned her on though. Playing with that twinky otter had gotten her all worked up with no relief. And having this big gator lug pushing her up against a wall and running his rough leathery claws over her cream spewing tit had her pussy clenching hungrily. Especially with the thick bulging hard on pushing into her peach. Their bodysuit bulges grinding against each other, her feeling him throb and wondering if he could feel her entrance flex hungrily.

"Pent up much? Calling me a whore but at least I'm getting some. You're stiff as rebar. Couldn't find a slut at your pathetic price point could ya. Too bad you flubbed this job too. Could have bought yourself a fleshlight. I can't wait to spend this paycheck. Momma's gonna treat herself to some more 'enhancements' to flaunt in your face. You sure seem to be enjoying them."

Jess reached down and grabbed the croc's cock through the fabric, slowly jerking it, sliding her hand along that massive length. FUCK, he was hung.

"You gonna spew your pathetic load in your pants? I bet you're a one pump chump like that dead otter over there. At least he was cute, you're gonna just look silly snuffed and leaking cum propped up on your oversized gut."

P: Oscar gave a rumbling groan as the feline began fondling him. "I ain't gonna give someone like you the satisfaction of offing me, catslut!" He grabbed her suit's top and yanked, tearing the fabric and freeing her milk-filled mounds. The one he'd squeezed was caked in milk and continued to leak a steady stream. "Let's see if you're actually good for anything." With that, the crocodile chomped down on her other breast. Not biting down of course, just enough to let her feel his teeth and put some pressure on that tit. Creamy milk practically exploded into his mouth at the rough handling, forced from her puffy nipples like a pressure hose. He could feel the hand fondling his junk faltering for a moment, and he grumbled deeply as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of kitty-cream.

"Tastes alright, I'll give ya that", he grunted as he switched nipples, lifting the other breast into his mouth with one hand, while the other began molesting her now unoccupied teat. Groping, squeezing, claw circling over the dark-brown areola, it didn't take long for both her boobs to leak like faucets, milk running from the corners of his mouth, too much for even a big-mouthed croc like him to gulp down.

"Ya call me pent-up, but you can't tell me that this is your normal! Are you a cat or a cow?" He switched again, engulfing her breast with his maw and tugging on it, each tug causing a hard stream of milk to spurt forth. Her manual ministrations to his groin had picked up again, though they seemed a tad more frantic this time. And while he hated to agree with the bitchy cat, Oscar had to admit he was on a bit of a hair trigger currently. His hard, turgid cock was rubbing against her hand on the one side, and his belly on the other, and just about ready to pop. Ah well, no point in holding it back really.

He didn't break eye contact, keeping his glower at her as he creamed his suit, hard. It was harder to tell what was louder, the sloshing of her milk-filled tits, or the burbling of his cock as several weeks' worth of abstinence began spraying into his clothing. While the suit had done an admirable job of keeping his pre contained, it stood no chance against the deluge of cum. The croc grunted as the front of his suit became soaked through in mere moments and seed began to run down both on the inside and outside of it. Thick, cloying, musky spooge began to drip from his front onto the pumas hands, down to his balls, soaking the insides of his thighs, pooling on the ground, quickly forming a large puddle.

But if she thought he was anywhere near where to being done she was gravely mistaken. After his dry spell, this was merely something to take the edge off.

F:

Jess MROWLED, unable to hold back as the croc ravenously suckled and slurped at her gushing breasts. He was absolutely draining her ample tit-flesh with ease, swapping between muzzle and claw, but achieving burbling spurts from both faucets to the point where they were constantly leaking streams.

The prideful puma hated to admit it, but the croc knew how to attack on multiple fronts. Sure, his technique was sloppy and gruff, but somehow it paired perfectly with his physique. The bulging scaly gut pinning her back against the wall, those manhandling oven mitts completely engulfing her tit then wrenching down. If he kept up at this pace, he'd leave her breasts completely drained and sagging. She needed to turn the tide.

His cock suddenly throbbed out of her paw grasp. She couldn't hold onto it if she even tried. The thing lurched inside his pants, spewing the backed up contents of his balls all within his uniform.

"Goddamn! What the actual fuck?! You been on a dry streak for a year straight?!"

It just didn't stop, her paw feeling cum seeping through the material as if it was tissue paper. Just how swollen was his sack? How many gallons of seed was stored down there?

Never mind, get her thoughts off his probably massive cummers. This was her opening she thought! Surely he had to be stunned after spewing that much cream. Just finish him off with the best and final blowjob of his life while his shaft was still sensitive and slick with his spent cum.

She managed to slide out of his grip and get on her knees in front of his crotch, then tore open the soaked fabric of his fly.

"Waahhhhahhhhh!" She let out a startled gasp as the wall of his musk punched her right in the face. Excess gunky spunk spilled forth coating both her paws and onto her shocked muzzle. It saturated her senses, nostril's flaring and twitching frantically, his musk overpowering her thought process and stopping her planned blowjob in her tracks.

As if she'd have been able to fit that thing in her muzzle without unhinging her jaw! The croc's cock was like two tallboys stacked on top of each other! The mix of musk and seeing what the croc had managed to pack into his outfit left Jess' own nethers rapidly fluttering.

She tried to wipe his spunk off her face but only managed to smear more of it over her feline features, both paws too soaked in the stuff to help get it off.

It was probably his pheromones messing with her head, but all she could think about was stuffing herself with those many many inches of prime Crocodile Dundee DICK!

She needed that thing inside her... right... fucking... now!

She stood up, and tried to sound tough, but it was hard with a face adorned with a shiny glaze of his thick gummy cum.

"Enough foreplay, you've already made a complete mess of me as it is."

She slid down her pants, leaving just a pair of stretched thin panties covering her camel-toed cleft, the entire thing noticeably shuddering in anticipation.

"I want you balls deep in my kitty, my entire tunnel wrapped around your shaft, feeling your sack shudder as you snuff it inside me. You're as good as my next pair of gator-skin boots. Show me you can even move that bulk, you bloated lizard."

She pushed against his gut, but it pushed back, much denser and muscled than she thought... maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as anticipated...

P:

"I'll show you how much I can move, pussycat" Oscars growled. One of his paws trailed down her abs until it found the protrusion of her cunt. Her flimsy panties were soaked through and doing a terrible job of keeping her nethers contained, so he simply ripped them off. Her fattened folds were unleashed with a splurch of feline honey as they twitched in anticipation.

The croc simply kneaded the squishy flesh of her nethers for a moment, which throbbed angrily in response. Probably the fattest, softest pussy he'd ever groped, he had to admit. Not that he'd give her any kind of compliment for it. Instead, he started sliding the underside of his cock against her cleft, smearing his cum over her groin, as his cum-vein trailing right between her lips. Their quivering intensified, as if to kiss and suck his dick right into them.

"Hungry kitty..." he growled as he kept slowly hot-dogging her pussy, much to her dismay. The puma growled in horny frustration as she was teased by penetration, but was denied it. Oscar probably could have snuffed her by just keeping up his teasing until she kicked the bucket, but where was the fun in that? His dick was glazed in both cat-honey and croc-gravy at this point.

"Alright, I think that's enough lube" Oscar grunted and lined himself up before unceremoniously shoving in as hard as he could. "Fffffuck, have ya only been taking needle-dicks with that twat or what?" She was way tighter than he had expected, his member only getting in a few inches before her tunnel clamped down on him like a vice. "Fat cunt, but nothin' to it, eh? Don't worry, I'll give your kitty a proper workout!"

Using his weight as leverage, he pushed the puma back, and then into her. Pinning her tits with his hands, he leaned into the thrust, causing his dick to slide juuust a bit deeper with a wet shlllp. Then, he pulled back to repeat the motion. He wasn't thrusting particularly hard, but rather insistently, his sloshing balls tapping against her ass as he pried her open, inch by sloppy inch.

F:

What a fucking DICK! In every fucking meaning! The way he simply squeezed her overripe nether peach making it spurt puma nectar all over the floor. The casualness with which he grinded that oversized fuck baton against her sensitive plush mound, making it dimple and suckle shamelessly around his shaft.

That ceaseless grinding against her sopping slit making her drool. His shaft had to be coated in her pussy slop. Was he going to make her beg for it?! She was about to! Tell him to hurry up and fucking stick that pole into her pu-UHSSY!!!

Jess nearly doubled over, mouth gasping open to YOWL but nothing came out. His dick had punched the goddamn wind out of her. Thank God she had a reflexively snug tract. Stopping him in his tracks and letting her try to adjust to the sheer stretch he was applying to her entrance with just the first couple inches. The victory was short lived as he simply pushed her back with his raw strength. She tried to stay clenched as tight as possible to slow him down, but her pussy's grip couldn't hope to match his muscle. With the most salacious of SCHLRUPs, his cock slid back pulling with it a fresh gush of her displaced slime. He kept his cock tip just barely resting inside her entrance leaving it spread.

Fat cunt?! The nerve to call her that? Her cheeks burned, practically feeling like the cream coating them was steaming off. She desperately wanted to reply with a crass comeback but he slammed forward, silencing any protest. Instead, a barely audible squeal left her lips, mostly blotted out by the much noisier and sloppier sound of her pussy being reshaped to fit that fuck-pillar prying her apart.

Her claws dug into his back reflexively, trying to hold on for dear life as he rutted to a tempo that was casual, slow and steady, but just fast enough to stop her from forming coherent thoughts. Her nails shredded right through the body suit's material, but barely scratched Oscar's thick scaly hide. She could feel the muscles in his back rippling, driving his strength into each one of his body quaking thrusts.

She felt his sheer strength even more embarrassingly on her red hot ass cheeks. He wasn't going fast, yet the steady slap of his balls against her plush ass was starting to leave a mark. Each methodical thrust, feeling the heft of all that cum he had backed up in them smacking right up against her taint, making her ass wobble from the impact. It was like getting slapped over and over by a set of grapefruits in a scaly burlap sack.

GOD! She could hear the steady drip of precum and her own pussy juice hitting the floor with wet PLAPs. Her pussy was getting sloppier and soggier with each pounding, no matter how hard she tried to clench and match his pace. His cock was really renovating her pussy, making itself home in her honeypot. She needed to frustrate him, disrupt his ungodly good rhythm he was sawing his breeding log in and out of her tunnel.

Sucking in a breath, Jess huffed. "Is... Is this... This all you Gah...GOT! Pussy too tight f...FUCK... for your pathetic peen! Gonna duh...DUMP a watery nutt in my pussy! I can feel your balls clUH...clenching up as you go!"

She was feeling cocky, high on the hormones of a fantastic fuck. "Too afraid to go any faster because you'll send yourself right over the snuffy ledge! I knew my puma pussy was too premium for your lazy-lizard broke ass. Hurry up and off yourself you scallie schlub so I can collect this FAT reward with my FAT cunt!"

P:

Oscar didn't really feel the need to pick up the pace as the cat babbled under him. With the edge taken off, a slow, leisurely pace suited him just fine. She seemed to get off just as well on it, if her broken speech was anything to go by. "Girl, I could keep at this for a couple of hours minimum" he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "But I don't think you'd even make it remotely that far, so I'll make sure I get off before I off you, that sound good?" Her response wasn't much more than mindless sputtering, but he didn't particularly care either way.

He kept his pace at fucking her, neither slowing down nor speeding up. If he did the latter she'd probably kick the bucket before he'd even had a modicum of fun with her. "Oh, and by the way, I don't think I'll be putting my nut in your cunt. I'd much rather work your womb open and use that as a condom." If she'd heard him speak, she didn't show it directly, rather, her pussy did. The fleshy sock squeezed down on him, though that didn't stop his steady prying her open. Almost absent-mindedly, he kept playing with her nipples, watching them leak all over his fingers. Looking at her panting face gave him an idea.

"Hey, I got a treat for you." Oscar pushed one of his milk-covered fingers into the cat's mouth, letting her suckle her own produce from his digit. She whined as her love-tunnel clamped down hard on his dick, causing him to chuckle. It didn't slow him down in the slightest.

The crocodile kept steadily working at her cunt, claiming inch by tight, squeezing inch, until he was nearly bottomed out and felt a spongy ring of flesh against his tip. "There we go. Now I just gotta wrap this around my dick proper." Widening his stance, he leaned forward, gyrating his hips while he put pressure on her cervix. He didn't really thrust, simply giving short jabs, but it was quickly working. With a loud POP! and a squeal from the cat, she gave him access to her deepest chamber. The extra depth also allowed him to finally bottom out, his groin mashing against hers.

"Aaaah, there we go, all the way in" he sighed. Her pussy was practically making out with the base of his cock, messily squeezing and slobbering all over it. "You're a decent fuck, I gotta give you that. I think I'm gonna cum now." And he did just that, buried deep in her most sacred chamber, not even thrusting, he simply started cumming.

F:

God did she regret her words now. They didn't faze this goddamn stud one bit, he just kept humping. Kept working her tight pussy right around his cock and down his shaft.

Jess was frantically biting her lip, trying to retain any semblance of composure but failing spec-fucking-tacularly. His ungodly steady pace, that consistent wet muffled squish and squelch of her pussy getting plowed. Knowing with each thrust he got a bit deeper and deeper, stretching depths of her she'd never had worked this way before.

He was the best fucking fuck of her fucking life! Her soon to be snuffed life! He wasn't balking one bit by her cunny's clenches. All while the only thing keeping Jess upright was that thick shaft stretching out her insides, anchored deep in her pussy, and her body leaned against and holding onto his expansive scaled gut for dear life. Her thighs were trembling out of control, all the strength leaving them as her impending and most likely final climax of her entire life was about to wash over her. Thank God his gut felt nice as she lay against it, letting him support her entirely as he held her in place and fucked her like the cumdump of a fleshlight she was.

NO! Something within her screamed against the blissful haze of accepting that impending orgasmic end. She was better than this! She was the pinnacle of pumas! To be fuck-snuffed by this oaf of a croc-o-dilf! She had a payday to cash in on! Willing herself back to focus, swimming through the unbelievable pleasure haze he'd sunk her into.

Slurring her words and barely audibly she started to say "You oversized croc-o-shit! Crocadoodaldo... GLUK!"

Just like that he stuffed one of his thick leathery sausage fingers covered in her own savory sweet cream, right down into her throat silencing any protest. But what was worse... she simply took it, and even began to instinctively suckle it. Her pussy reflexively setting off a rapid-fire series of chaotic clenches, flexing all around his dick and squeezing it for dear life because she WAS! That maneuver had nearly set her right over the final edge. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment of what a slut her base instincts had defaulted into. Jess' throat worked around the digit, cleaning every bit of cream right off it, while her pussy squelched equally as hard trying to milk his dick for her own helping of his cream.

He said something but Jess was far too caught in the pleasure wracking her brain and the dick making a seeable bulge in her abdomen. Then she felt it, that broad cockhead finally struck against her inner-most barrier. Her eyes widened realizing he wasn't even hilted. He still had length to feed her hungry pussy snatch. Then Jess' eyes BULGED, for he wasn't going to stop just because a spongy little disk was in the way. He wasn't even thrusting, he ground his fat prick's head against her gatekeeper testing her resolve. Rock-hard cockflesh against her worked sloppy fuck-tunnel and bowing cervix.

"POP"

It didn't stand a chance. It spread and wrapped right around his girth, stretched thin and tight around just the back of his mushroomed head holding him in tight. He was officially deeper than any mate before him, conquering her untouched depths in a way none of her other lays could have hoped to match. His cock head swelled out, as if it had just flopped on the couch in the living room relaxing, making itself at home in her steamy, heated chamber.

Jess' toes curled HARD, almost to the point her own claws were raking into her soles. To be so thoroughly speared on his breeding rod, her swollen peach mashed up against his pelvis. She could feel her nether lips fluttering and salivating over his balls. That's when she felt them draw up with a firm clench, balls clapping right into her pussy's most intimate of and slobbery of smooches. Pussy folds pressed up tight and dimpled against his sack, she felt him UNLOAD.

She felt it travel up the length of his cum-vein, the bulge of his cum fighting against the glove tight wrap of her vaginal tract around his shaft, prevailing against her puss. The only part it paused at was her cervix, the tightly wrapped ring stopping it for a moment, before the pent up load pushed right past the seal. It felt like her womb was getting pressure washed white with his seed. Cum spewing forth from his distended cock slit, splattering against the back wall of her womb.

The last thing Jess felt was the sheer force of it, and her final slutty thought had been how warm and soothing it all felt filling out her womb like it belonged there. Her body instinctively came as soon as the warmth of his cum flooded the entirety of her innermost chamber's contents and pleasure overtook the puma.

That pleasure along with a body wide quaking set of tremors. Her eyes rolled back into her head, lips quivering and sputtering, drool gushing from both sides of her slack jaw. Jess' legs give out entirely, body slumping against Oscar and her arms going limp. Oscar didn't flinch. His belly was already pinning her against the wall, and his cock provided more than adequate support from below.

Here she was, just one limp, dead, fuck-snuffed pussy cat, pussy wrapped around his superior snuffer shaft, still reflexively clenching and massaging his dick even in the afterlife. Drooling from her wide open mouth, and drooling from her cum pumped puss.

If Jess had been alive she'd have kicked it in shock as soon as she looked down at her tummy. If shouldn't have been possible but Oscar's second load was even bigger than the first tidal wave he'd spewed, evident by the swell of the puma's midriff. The thing had bulged outward, looking 7 months pregnant by just his cum. Her abs lost to the sloshy, cum pudge gut she was now sporting. It pressed nicely against his own rotund gut, able to feel the warmth of his own seed through her fuzzy stretched taut skin.

And to top things off, the USB data drive that had caused this whole mess slid out between her drained breasts and landed right between their two bulging guts. Guess she wasn't a complete bitch; she knew how to leave a good tip~

P:

There was nothing quite like cumming balls deep in a tight, vicious cunt. Oscar's nuts pulled up between his thighs as he began shooting out a hard, constant stream of spunk, to hose down the pumas womb. Her tightness made his cock work to pump his cum out for a moment, before it powered through and splattered all over her inner walls. A few moments later, the cat went limp, impaled on his cock and pinned between hard wall and soft belly.

"Arrrgh yeah, that hits the spot!" he groaned as she slumped against him. Sure, her pussy felt good, but feeling your partner kick it just gave that special kind of dopamine rush. His cock bloated up just a little bit further as his ejaculation intensified, while those telltale snuff-spasms of hers began to milk him right proper. Nothing quite like being balls-deep in a freshly snuffed slut and using her as a cum-dumpster. As her belly began to swell, he heard a tiny clack of plastic. Oh, would you look at that, the USB drive she'd palmed, served to him on a platter of cum-swollen gut.

"Thanks for that, slut" he grunted as he palmed the drive. He might actually not have to blow all the cash from this job on a hooker he could snuff, seeing as the puma had so readily filled that role.

Speaking of filling, it seemed like she'd reached just about how much she could be filled, her belly bigger than his own and he felt his seed begin to flow back past his dick, her womb capacity reached. With messy splats, spunk spurted out of her not-quite-completely plugged tunnel, pawfuls of crocodilian jizz dripping over his crotch and onto the ground. And he wasn't even done yet.

While he kept making a mess of her nethers, Oscar grabbed the cat's head to plunge his tongue into her half-opened mouth. Making out with a fucksnuffed body was another big plus, at least in his book. His thick, meaty tongue swirled around the inside of her maw, knocking around her own and getting slobber all over her lips. When he pulled out again, her tongue followed, flopping out of the corner of her mouth. "And that's the cover pic for the magazine" Oscar chuckled at her expression.

As his cock began to soften, he couldn't help but notice that he was standing in an increasingly large, messy puddle of cum. Waddling a few steps over the otter guard while holding the dead cat, he then dropped or unceremoniously on the dead boy. His cock pulled out with a messy SHLOP, and when she hit the ground, a generous spurt of cum shot from her pussy. While his orgasm may have started to wane, his cumshot wasn't over yet, and his half-erect cock kept drooling spunk like a faucet. He had to admit, this had been his best fuck in a long, long time. Maybe finally putting that catty bitch in her place had something to do with that. A shame he couldn't really take her with him to get some more pleasure out of her,

Wait.

That was an issue.

How the hell was he going to get out of here with a torn uniform and positively covered in cum?