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--1

"What's this thing called, again? Dick-con?" Violet asked. Though her elbow was propped up on the door, her chin lazily against it, she looked to Elise with a small, jaunty smile.

"Hey, just 'cause you think it's silly doesn't mean it isn't a big deal," Elise warned, lifting one hand off of the steering wheel to wag a finger at the tiger. Her tone was a playful one, though, and Violet took it as such.

"Hey," Violet said, shrugging, "I guess smut peddlers have to congregate too."

Both girls had an immature snigger, and then Elise (coming to a halt for a red light) glanced at Violet and grinned mischievously "I bet you just agreed to come along so you could get into some trouble." The emphasis she placed on the word was decidedly lewd.

Violet blushed, and in a moment of self-incrimination, she said nothing and looked out the window.

"Aha!" Elise laughed, getting sidetracked into nearly missing the green light - an annoyed succession of honks from the small line behind her spurred her to make her turn, while mumbling something crude under her breath.

"You are such a crappy driver," Violet grinned.

"Shush!" the lizard huffed. Before Violet could lay it on any thicker, she continued to say, "You told Jack, didn't you? I mean, he knows that this is a porno convention?"

"Well, yeah - of course I told him," Violet said.

"I'm kinda surprised he didn't ask to come along," said Elise, in a thoughtful tone. "I mean, most guys," she said, starting to laugh, cutting herself off.

Chuckling quietly, watching the city go by through her window, Violet remarked, "Jack isn't really that kind of guy. He's said before that I've got enough of a sex drive for ten of him."

Elise turned again; this time, there was no waiting on red lights, and no irate honking. With stunning casualness, she said, "So that why he's okay with you screwing around on him so much?"

Violet nodded (pointlessly, with Elise focusing on the road). "To be honest, I'm not a-hundred-percent on what the deal really is. We love each other - I can't imagine being with any other guy - but he defers to the fact that I'm... Well..."

"Really horny?" Elise offered.

Though crude, the lizard was dead-on, and Violet chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah."

"You have it really good, then!" Elise cheerfully said, flashing the sabertooth tiger a quick, friendly grin. "A lot of guys are jealous buttheads. Jack is really good for someone like you, though."

"He really is," Violet cooed, smiling dreamily then. She felt the need to act on a sudden compulsion, and she fished her phone out of her pocket, afterward sending Jack a quick and sweet I-love-you text. While it was still being delivered, she asked Elise, "So, when do you figure we'll be getting to the hotel?"

Elise didn't answer right away; she turned off of the street and into an enormous parking lot, overlooked by an equally-massive and luxuriant hotel. "Now," she chirped.

--2

"Um, try not to set that down too hard," Elise said, following closely behind Violet.

I bet this is why she wanted me to come along! Violet thought, grimacing and huffing as she carried the lizard's luggage, which had taken up almost the entirety of the car's trunk space. With a grunt, she set the trunk onto a luggage cart. The comparison to her lone, medium-sized duffel (which Elise carried for her) was truly obnoxious. "What the heck is in that thing?"

"Merch," Elise said casually.

"What, like DVDs?" Violet asked, wheeling the cart toward the elevator.

"More Blu-Rays than DVDs," Elise remarked, keeping pace with Violet through the lobby, which was largely tame and quiet. Not far off, however, they could hear the chatter of the convention proper. "There's some other merchandise in there, too..."

"Li-i-ike?" Violet grinned. "If I have to be your pack mule, I wanna know what's in here."

"T-shirts, for one," Elise mused, stepping up to the elevator, hitting the call button.

"What else?" the tiger pushed, leaning over the trunk. She was either unaware of (or insensitive to) the fact that she was putting her beautiful ass on display.

Elise leaned against the partition between the two elevator doors, neither of which were there yet. "Some licensed items, gear, stuff like that."

"Gear!" Violet nearly shrieked, her voice cracking with laughter, her imagination racing at the notion. After spending only a few seconds calming herself down, she asked, "You just bang on film, anyway, why are you lugging this stuff around?"

The elevator door _ding_ed open, and after a small crowd milled out, Violet rolled the cart in, joined by Elise.

"It's kind of like, how bad do you want exposure? The porn stars have to call in as much merch as they think they'll need. This stuff," she patted the trunk affectionately, "plus my booth space for the convention, and the hotel room, took up a ton of my pay. But I get to sell this merchandise at a markup and keep the profit."

For all of ten seconds, Violet watched the counter increment as they got closer and closer to their floor. And then she asked Elise, with a shockingly straight face, "So you basically go to smut conventions like a dirty girl scout?"

They still hadn't stopped giggling and leaning on the luggage cart once they got to their hotel room.

--3

Well after the fits of laughter had ceased, Elise had unpacked only a small fraction of her items, and yet it took up a huge portion of the bed - which was so large, the two of them would be able to comfortably share it without even touching elbows.

The sheer volume of pornographic materials was mind-boggling to Violet. She saw movies of assorted fetishes; the one reliable theme among them was the fact that on the cover of each was some jism-splattered portion of the lizard's naked body. (Out of all of them, Knocking at the Backdoor 5 amused her the most with its' title and imagery.) And there were T-shirts, neatly folded and in stacks according to size, not personalized to Elise, but simply emblazoned with her employing porn studio's name. She had glossy, black-and-white selfies, but not of her face. Those, Violet correctly assumed, would be autographed all day long.

"Did you bring enough?" the tiger asked, shaking her head at the spread of items.

Elise - in the middle of taking inventory of the stuff with her phone - didn't even glance up at Violet. Missing the sarcasm but winning the dingbat award, she said, "There's a bunch more in the trunk yet."

Violet chuckled, shaking her head again, and she grabbed her duffel. Sitting in the room's one armchair, she unzipped it in her lap and took out one of her favorite tees, a tight-fitting and flattering, yet comfy thing Jack had bought her a few years ago. Setting her bag to the side and standing up, she peeled her beater up and off (Elise glanced up in time to see the tiger's naked and supple breasts with curiosity, but ultimately disinterest, before glancing back down at her phone) and slid on the shirt.

Taking a moment to admire herself in the room's mirror, Violet smiled. She wore hip-hugging jeans, a contrast to the gym shorts she usually had on, and in the mirror, the logo across her breasts read yoBdaB. "Hey," she grinned, glancing over to Elise.

"Yeah?" came the reply.

"I'm gonna go see what all's going on down in the convention. I admit, I'm kinda curious."

"Sec," Elise said, stopping Violet in her tracks, who had already started for the door. As the tiger asked what for, Elise reached into her trunk, into one of the many compartments inside, and she came back out with a laminated badge. On the front was a full-color logo for the lizard's employer, and on the back, a barcode and a dizzying 32-digit alphanumerical string. Stepping up to Violet, she looked the tiger over thoughtfully, and then she clipped the badge a few inches beneath the feline's breasts, well below the logo.

Violet lifted the badge up to look at it, and she cracked a little smile. "What's this for?"

"You can't go out on the con floor without it," Elise grinned, and then she fondly smooched Violet's cheek. "You're welcome!"

Laughing softly, Violet punched Elise's shoulder (though gentle, it was still somewhat painful, but Elise didn't emphasize her wince too much). "Thanks, see you down there, I guess."

"I'll be around soon," Elise reassured Violet, backpedaling a few steps, and then she walked back to the bed.

With that, Violet turned on her heel and left.

--4

It was a genuine surprise to Violet that the convention was anything but a massive, throbbing orgy. While she was exposed to nudity and sex, it came in the form of booth graphics, not live displays or even movies being played. It was a social event she wouldn't have expected from an industry so mired in the loneliness of its' biggest consumers. Though the event wasn't open to the general public (registration fees kept most of the riff-raff out), there was an air of informality everywhere. She was fairly sure that a few popular porn stars (she wasn't terribly knowledgeable, but everybody else seemed to know who they were) shook her by the paw and said hello at some point. She was really quite lost in culture shock.

An hour into first stepping out onto the floor, and she was actually having fun chatting and flirting with men and women alike, though with the latter was never something she instigated. Now and again, she would get an offer (and they ranged from coy to outright blunt) to fuck on camera at some point, or at least take a few nudes, but she politely insisted that she belonged in the ring. (This, of course, led a few of the more adventurous talent scouts to remark that MMA porn was a largely-untapped market; she still politely refused, though with amusement and curiosity.)

Pleased and pleasantly surprised, Violet decided to take a moment to hit Jack up again. Leaning against a sturdy booth wall, she took out her phone, and she texted her panda; slightly beyond a simple I-love-you message, she let him know that she was having, in her own words, "lots of fun," without thinking to point out that there was nothing particularly sexual about that. At least, not yet.

When she straightened herself out, she turned to glance at the booth she'd just leaned on, and it was an enticing sight. In high-resolution and vivid color was a vinyl tapestry for a particular porn studio, and though she didn't think the name (it was "Team Muscle") was too imaginative, it was descriptive - and she supposed that that was all porn really needed. On the tapestry, in a vibrantly-hued and stretched-to-capacity speedo, a handsome and wonderfully-defined zebra loomed, grinning knowingly and with bedroom eyes, while he flexed his arms tightly.

Backpedaling a few steps, taking in the image with a sudden flush in her cheeks, Violet grinned dumbly. When she glanced to the other front wall of the booth (a wall's width between them served as the entrance), she saw a similar tapestry, but instead of a zebra, the stud on it was a cobra. Just as herculean but infinitely more smug and pompous from his eyes alone, he also caught Violet's eye.

It struck her as a little silly and strange that, in an atmosphere such as that, and with what she had done in her life, she was getting hot and bothered just from a couple of wall-hangings which weren't even explicit. It was silly because she was actually in a position to see these men face to face. Fully intending to abuse the badge Elise had bestowed upon her, Violet took a moment to calm her quickened breathing, and she stepped into the _Team Muscle_booth.

--5

Affable and charming, as alluring as a person as he was on film, Stripes perfectly fit his role as Team Muscle's president and one of its' prime slabs of beef. He was content to chat with his fans, and he never hesitated to sign autographs or pose for a picture if and when they asked. Very simply, he was quite calm and gentle despite his size.

Cobbie had none of the zebra's personality. Unless they concerned his body (and more localized than that, his genitals), conversations were brief, and his charm came entirely in the form of his magnetic sex appeal. As a tall, handsome, and muscular male, he was the poster child for everything Team Muscle stood for and offered. With the addition of his intensely domineering personality, his exotic species as a hooded cobra, and a massive, menacing body in charcoal and black tones, he was an all-around irresistible sex god.

It was his status as just that which allowed him to get away with so much; he could be (and usually was) reasonably pleasant to more neutral fans, but anybody who expressed some interest in him (and they were numerous) was subjected to what some viewers of Team Muscle's films would call "the attitude." It was one part crude derision, two parts raw sexuality. Cobbie could charm the pants off of anything he desired, male or female, whether it swung his way or not; legends abounded that he had turned many a straight man.

The moment Violet stepped in to the Team Muscle booth, she was stricken by the overall modesty of it, at least when placed beside the other setups she had seen. The only decorations were the tapestries that hung on each section of the little cubicle walls (in addition to the same images of Stripes and Cobbie from outside, a handsome but calm-eyed orca was represented, as was his antithesis, an intense, grinning, and heavily-tattooed shark). On a freely-turning rack was a vast assortment of the studio's all-gay movies. On another rack close by were promotional posters and pinup calenders, with a stack of emblazoned shirts (in white and black) sitting in two neat piles on the desk.

Sitting behind the booth's lone, black cloth-draped desk was the zebra so heavily represented in the tapestries, but looking decidedly overdressed in a tight-fitting muscle shirt (with a TM logo on it, of course) and (Violet assumed) pants underneath the desk. For a rare moment, the booth was quiet - Violet was the only creature in there, aside from Stripes.

After glancing up from a small ledger he was writing in, the zebra smiled and said, "Hey there. C'mon in," despite the tiger already being well inside of the small booth.

Violet smiled sweetly, belying the dull burn in her loins. For some, seeing the handsome zebra in such revealing attire only to actually find him fully-dressed in person would be a disappointment; for Violet, not so much. Her imagination not only made her envision him minus clothing involuntarily, but she also saw him fucking the sense out of her quite vividly. It was a blessing and a curse every time. "Oh, hi," she modestly said, sauntering up to the desk.

Stripes sat back in his profoundly uncomfortable folding chair, and he folded his arms behind his head. Like Violet's, his dark shirt clung tightly to his body, accentuating the nuances of his musculature, which the tiger was studying intently.

In a similar way, Stripes was (however covertly) eyeballing the pretty feline's chest; her breasts weren't hindered by a bra, and her stiffened nipples made humorously clear marks in the shirt. "Can't say I've seen your face here," he said, rubbing his chin. After unabashedly staring at her chest, even squinting and leaning closer (Violet only blushed and grinned, but she didn't stop him), the stallion said, "I've seen some of the movies your company does! There's that one hot lizard girl... I've never seen you, though."

The zebra's tone was nothing but conversational - porn was matter-of-fact and commonplace to everybody there, Violet reminded herself. And then she also quite guiltily reminded herself that she probably wasn't supposed to be using that badge to actually get into booths, so she panicked a little bit, and ran with it. "Uh, I'm not a model," she said as confidently as she could, "or an actress. I'm just a consultant."

"A consultant, huh?" Stripes asked, smiling coyly now. "What for?"

Violet flushed. "Uh."

"Uh?"

"I'm a consultant for certain things, regarding, um," she stammered.

Stripes was laughing, but with his mouth covered. Catching his composure, he somewhat deadpanned, "You're a consultant for how to sneak in to porno cons?"

The tiger chuckled uneasily, and she fingered the badge, full-well expecting to get Elise in trouble. "My friend works for the studio, she had an extra badge..." she admitted, blushing.

With a dismissive wave, the zebra said, "It's cool. Everyone does that. I snuck a couple friends in, too. So you're just unaffiliated, wandering around?"

The tiger nodded, clasping her paws behind her back.

"Nice to meet you, then," he smiled. He gestured to the tapestries with an unintentionally grand flair. "Welcome to the Team Muscle booth - I'm Stripes."

"And I'm Cobbie," came from behind Violet, startling the tiger to whip her head around. Standing in the door gap of the booth walls was the massive and manly cobra whose body graced some of the wall-hangings, and it was clear from the look in his eye and the smirk on his face that his expression on the tapestries wasn't an act.

"Oh, uh," Violet said, feeling her cunt throb that much harder, "hi. I'm Violet."

"That's a pretty name," Stripes said, leaning on his elbows and smiling sweetly at the feline. Behind him, through the back of the chair, his tail swished. "Be nice to our guest, Cobs," the zebra then said with a fake sternness, a grin on his muzzle. "She's new."

Cobbie sneered, while the feline turned to face her. Standing in the booth's only exit, he made the tight quarters feel that much tighter, and his long tail swayed down by his legs with a certain deliberate quality. "New here, huh," he scoffed. "Figure you deserve respect for that?"

Folding her arms across her chest (mirroring the snake in this regard), Violet took the confrontation with a certain amount of professionalism - she was sizing up her opponent. Her ability to judge someone was compromised by just how wet she was, but she kept her head, for the most part. "I earn respect," she growled.

It was not at all unexpected for a cobra like Cobbie to narrow his glistening, golden eyes, and that was just what he did. Leaning on the booth wall, making it uneasily creak, he chuckled lowly, allowing this sound to mingle with a hiss.

Instinctively, the sound was upsetting to Violet; it heightened her senses, made her blood really pump, and she felt adrenaline enter her veins. But she fell back on her training, and she loosened herself up, unfolding her arms yet balling her paws into tight fists. All the while, making the tiger glad she chose to wore panties that day, her pussy languidly throbbed in the intensity of the moment.

Cobbie quirked one of the ridges of his brow curiously as he took in Violet's posture and expression. He was no professional fighter, merely a bodybuilder, but he could tell that the girl had some real fight in her. Punching a lady (or really, anybody he intended to fuck) wasn't his style, though, and he ceased his hiss, merely grinning toothily instead.

As the confrontation (however playful it had been) died down, Violet visibly relaxed, but she kept her eyes on Cobbie - and he rather liked that. To him, Violet seemed to be feisty; submissive and begging for cock were qualities he very much enjoyed in his partners, but someone to butt heads (and crotches) with was too enticing to just ignore. Although he assumed he'd enjoy the tiger even if she proved to be a cock-hungry slut.

Uninterested in really pushing the pretty sabertooth, but still curious enough to test her reactions, Cobbie sneered, "Nice shirt."

Violet gave Cobbie a coy look to match his grin. "You do some fighting?"

The cobra pushed off the wall (momentarily, it creaked even more) and brushed past Violet, who made no effort to yield for him. "The only fighting I see," he rumbled, sitting on the desk (where Stripes calmly wrapped an arm around his hip), "is when I shove my cock down someone's throat and watch 'em fight to breathe."

The tiger might have taken Cobbie's remark a little bit more seriously if it weren't for the brief cuddle he had with Stripes, but she was unashamed to shiver at the notion of choking on his meat, herself.

"Besides," said Cobbie, his tail swaying while a grin lit his face up, "I was talking more about what's poking through that shirt."

Shame about her body wasn't something that Violet had, and though the fact that Cobbie so bluntly mentioned her nipples was embarrassing, she also found herself distinctly thinking, hey, he noticed.

"Sorry, Violet, he's cranky since I haven't fucked him in the last hour," Stripes cut in, cutting what little tension there was with a smile on his face.

Cobbie scoffed and stood up from the desk; around that time, a small clutch of boys of the twink variety entered to get their share of swag and attention from the studs. Cobbie expected to find himself besieged, but the fans largely gravitated to Stripes, asking questions and giving thinly-veiled offers on actions they might perform underneath the desk.

Violet would never know if Stripes actually took any of the cute faggots up on their offers, because Cobbie took hold of her arm (being gentle wasn't his specialty) and ushered her out of the booth. "What's up?" she asked the snake outside, but with a slightly warning tone that Cobbie brushed off.

"Stripes is a better PR guy for the studio than I am," he said, with no trace of envy, "but I know it's probably bad for business - being a gay porn star at all - to be getting a girl all wet in her panties in front of the fans like that."

Bristling and tugging her arm out of Cobbie's grip (though she wouldn't have gotten free had he not voluntarily let go), Violet huffed and gave the snake a challenging look, undermined by her blush. "Wet, huh," she coldly stated.

Comfortable in his role as a confident and desirable dick, Cobbie chuckled easily and rubbed up under the sabertooth's chin with a meaty, cool hand; she cutely resisted this petting, but she made no effort to walk away. Out on the convention floor, she could have picked any direction to abandon Cobbie in.

Flitting his long and forked tongue in that serpentine way, letting his hood flare and his tail sway, Cobbie was in full intimidation mode, and it worked on the tiger, if not consciously. "Just 'cause I make my living making other guys scream doesn't mean I don't know what hot," he nipped her cheek, "wet," and he narrowed his eyes, "pussy smells like, baby..."

Violet trembled, but the cobra's instinctive intimidation was only a tiny part of it. Being called out on the scent of her cunt was something she was self-conscious of. It wasn't embarrassing in a humiliating way, but she was still sensitive to being betrayed by her pheromones.

Cobbie wasn't even done. Even as other attendees mingled around nearby (although none of them watched, at least with any great interest), he leaned lower and closer, all the while keeping that magnificent hood flared. "And, shit," he grinned, "biology lesson, baby. Did you know us snakes can taste the air with our tongues?" Just for effect, he flitted his tongue again; the tip brushed one of Violet's fangs, and his long tail coiled harmlessly around her calf.

Grunting in arousal beyond helplessness, Violet braced her paws against Cobbie's chest, at first as if to claw or shove, but then she started to touch. Stroke. Worship. Through his tee, she felt his cool hide, stretched taut over chiseled and raw muscle. More and more potently, her scent emanated from her loins, and her panties (and the inside of her jeans' crotch, soon to be the outside) were incomprehensibly saturated.

Wrapping his own arms around Violet, but squeezing possessively, Cobbie nipped on one of her round ears and then bumped his nose into her two-toned, blonde-and-violet hair. "Yeah, it's okay to want me - it's not weak, it's natural," he hissed. "Know something?"

The sabertooth's reply was only a sparse vocalization, a soft "Nnh?," but it was enough.

"I can taste your cooch on the air just fine, sure," he said casually, "but that sure doesn't do you any good..."

Violet whined, made painfully aware of the fact. She pawed helplessly at his chest, lamenting (but not too strongly) her lack of control over her libido.

"C'mon, babe," said the snake, standing up straight, relaxing and contracting his hood with the smallest of grins. "I'm gonna show you how a porn king does the nasty."

--6

Violet didn't question Cobbie when he walked her off to his room. She was actually too distracted for any critical thought, watching his denim-clad ass as he walked. She was aware of his musk, too; it was reptilian, and in that regard, very potent, almost an acquired taste, but one she had in her palate all the same.

It amazed Violet that she resisted throwing herself at Cobbie during the elevator ride; she didn't even grope his crotch or sidle up to him. Really, her expression said everything as she blushed and shivered, and her short tail wiggled excitedly. Ever so desperately, she just wanted to fuck, and when their brief walk ended and Cobbie opened the door to his and Stripes' hotel room, she was grateful to a higher power.

Cobbie stepped in, and Violet closed the door behind herself without touching the privacy latch. This was a conscious action; if Stripes came back to the room for one reason or another, she was all for having him join in, too.

"All right, baby," Cobbie rumbled, putting his strong hands on the tiger's shoulders, "you want a drink or somethin', or--"

Under less-aroused circumstances, Violet might have shut him up with a kiss, but there was just no time to be so pedestrian. In her strong paw, she grabbed the unmistakable outline of his massive penis, and she squeezed a low grunt out of him.

"O-o-or just jump into it," Cobbie finished, grinning wanly. "Take all you fucking like, baby," he hissed, as she did just that.

The fly of a pair of jeans was a trivial obstacle for Violet, even one handed. With both paws working on it, she had the cobra's fly open in a second flat, and she tugged the pants downward as she dropped to her knees. Beneath, coiled up like an elephant's trunk in the groin pouch of a hefty, blood-red g-string, was the snake's male pride.

For all of ten seconds, Violet admired Cobbie's obscured endowment with all of her senses. She ground her short snout into it (fangs included) and she licked over the material of the underwear longingly.

That big, fat cock of Cobbie's had been throbbing idly, but at Violet's lovings, it was slowly undoing the precarious bunching that kept it barely in the g-string. As the flesh filled out, that flimsy article couldn't hold it, but it didn't have to struggle for long; Violet bit on it (pinching the cobra's erotic flesh quite pleasantly) and jerked the garment downward, from which the snake's growing, cut erection and big, black sack sprung and bounced free, respectively.

As Cobbie sighed at the freedom (like any bodybuilder, he preferred nudity to keeping his body cooped up in clothing), Violet reverently grasped the snake's shaft and squeezed it. A bead of pre oozed from the tip, and she lapped it up hungrily. "Fuck, you're hung," she mrowled, and then she dragged her rough tongue over the smooth and blunt head of Cobbie's dark meat.

Shivering slightly at that uniquely feline stimuli, Cobbie brushed his strong, tapering tail into the crook of Violet's legs, grinding it against her pussy. "You sure as fuck don't sound surprised," he grinned, while his shaft bulged at its' full length. An entire foot of cobra cock filled the tiger's paw and throbbed against her snout and lapping tongue, drooling with pre.

Kissing that cool, flawless cock just beneath the tip (which let a rivulet of ooze onto her nose) and grinding right back into the snake's tail, Violet shuddered, "Porn stars are usually hung."

"Ideally," Cobbie chuckled, giving Violet a pet that was actually somewhat fond. "Either blow me or show me the pink, now, girl," he rumbled.

Violet might have flopped back and kicked off her jeans were she not so helplessly enthralled with Cobbie's scent and taste. Before she could get her cunt the attention it needed, she had an oral fixation to attend to, and she attended to it by hastily engulfing the snake's member. It pulsed heavily and drooled on her tongue, and its' girth saw it grinding against her massive fangs, adding some more friction to what was already a tight, hot blowjob.

As the snake parted his legs into more of a gunslinger stance and threaded his fingers through the tiger's hair, she suckled and bobbed on every inch of the turgid flesh that fit in her maw. A great bounty of thick, heavily-scented and -flavored pre oozed from that oversexed cock, and she gulped all of it down with greedy hunger. Quickly, but not without a gag, she forced herself all the way down on his cock, popping it into her throat, whereupon she swallowed upon it and rumbled pleasurably. Having that pre drool right down her throat where she couldn't taste it was a crime, but the heady scent of it wafted up her throat and into her tender nose from behind, keeping her head in the clouds with all of that wonderful male musk.

Filling Violet's paws just as well as that cock filled her muzzle was the snake's heavy, low-hanging ballsack. With a lusting, but also worshipful touch, she rolled and squeezed that thick scrotum, loving the heft of that soft hide and the obvious virility.

"Goddamn, yeah girl," Cobbie grinned, his eyes glazing over and drifting shut in raw pleasure. "I've heard people say that guys give better blowjobs, but you make it hard to agree..." he hissed, pushing his tail all the more insistently into the tiger's hot crotch, which was subtly damp on the outside; Cobbie couldn't feel that with just his tail, though. He was only aware of the intense heat.

Violet answered Cobbie's compliments in the only way she could, given the circumstances; she sucked on his fat cock even harder, the sounds deep, wet, and resounding, even in the relatively small space of the hotel room. Correctly assuming that Cobbie wasn't made of glass, Violet palmed his thick balls harder still, squeezing on the tender inner workings, "treating" the snake to light twinges of erotic pain. It wasn't truly uncomfortable, though; Violet knew how to please a man, and Cobbie was most certainly in pleasure.

"Aw, yeah," he lowly and absently grunted, slowly and shallowly rolling his hips, only slipping a few of his deep inches in and out of the loving ring of the sabertooth's throat. Another soft gag from Violet as he pulled back too far was a little bit of a reality check, though; his loins were tingling, and though his body was a ways from the peak of an orgasm, he had had his fill of that beautiful muzzle. Talented and hungry mouths were an everyday occurrence for him - pussy was not.

Easing out of Violet's throat (she didn't cough or gag as he pulled out), Cobbie stroked over the tiger's head and enjoyed the relative subtlety of just having the tip of his cock suckled and licked. With a tone that offered no room for negotiation (although he expected none, anyway), Cobbie rumbled, as he unhanded her head, "Lemme have that cunt, babe."

--7

Violet wasn't so absent-minded as to sprawl on the floor simply because it was the closest flat surface - although Cobbie would've happily torn her up on the carpet. She hurriedly lay back on the bed (freshly made-up by housekeeping, but not for long), and she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, ironically having more difficulty with her own pants than she had with Cobbie's.

As the tiger disrobed from the waist down (pausing to fish her phone out of her pocket before dropping the pants), Cobbie stepped out of his g-string and jeans, and he slid his shirt up and off. As a bodybuilder stud, he was flawlessly beautiful in the nude, and he would have been a compelling model for male anatomy were it not for his massive, throbbing, spit-covered member.

Stepping over to Violet's splayed legs, which hung off the bed, Cobbie knelt and grinned coyly at the sight of the sabertooth tiger's panties. They were a very dark shade of pink, but where the feline's juices had soaked them, they were saturated to purple. Hissing and lashing his tail, he leaned in and bumped his nose to her panty-clad mound; as she shivered from this contact, he took a deep hit from her soaked box, the luxuriant material of the panties doing nothing to filter out the miasma of pheromones. "This," he paused for another hit and a resultant shudder, "is what a good pussy is supposed to smell like."

The feline shivered, and her body rewarded Cobbie's proximity with an even greater concentration of its' sexual smells. It was a message encoded in pheromones, and it said FUCK ME. There was no gray area, no possibility of misinterpretation, not even across such a wide species gap.

Yanking Violet's panties down hastily with one of his heavy hands (being cute and doing it with his teeth wasn't at all the Cobbie way), Cobbie left the tiger's pussy naked. By all rights, it was a gorgeous pussy belonging to a gorgeous pussy; perfectly formed and delicate, sporting her tan colors on the outside, but invitingly pink on the inside. Thanks to sheer arousal, it was throbbing ever so subtly, and the moisture was staggering; Cobbie took a great lap with his serpentine tongue, wicking away a great amount of it, but without making a dent in the volume of those juices.

"Rrr, gawd," Violet shuddered, clutching her phone in one paw, while the other slid up beneath her shirt and squeezed a tit. "Lick me," mrowled the big cat, and she found herself obliged with Cobbie's big, swabbing licks and insistent nose-bumps into her folds.

As the big cobra worked, Violet teased over her breast idly, but she also leveled her phone's camera at Cobbie. For the time being, the snake thought nothing of it, but when he heard that fake camera shutter sound, he smirked, twitched up one of his eye ridges, and said (with his lips and tongue still slopped up against the tiger's pussy), "No flash photos, baby."

Despite her soft and near-constant shudders and groans, Violet managed to chuckle and say, "Ah, it's for my boyfriend," just as she sent Jack the picture. Accompanying it was a text, h_ey baby, eatin out with a new friend ;3_

Slipping his tongue out of the girl's folds, Cobbie nosed into and then kissed her clit, and he squeezed her shapely thighs in his cool hands. "One of those couples, huh?" he grinned.

Blushing and grinning down at Cobbie as he (while maintaining eye contact) nibbled and kissed all along her hot, saturated pussy, Violet said, "If by 'one of those couples' you mean my boyfriend gets off on seeing me with bigger guys, then, yeah..."

Cobbie sniggered, nipped on Violet's inner thigh for a quick, cheap gasp, and then he stood. As he held his thick cock and gave it a few unnecessary, fluffing pumps, he heard the tiger's phone buzz - clearly, her boyfriend had replied. Threateningly pressing his blunt tip to the sabertooth's well-loved pussy, Cobbie asked, "And what'd he say?"

Violet slipped her paw out from under her shirt, but then she lifted it up to expose her modest - yet still very pleasing - chest. "Heh," she giggled, "he said a snake is a new one." Bringing herself to sit up, Violet took another quick shot just as Cobbie started to push forward, entering her tight snatch with the tiniest of hisses; her reaction was far to the opposite, being a low and long groan of sweet bliss.

"You're a lucky girl," Cobbie said, somewhat enigmatically, before clarifying, "I fuck boys ten-to-one. You better be loving this cock."

"Rrh, I am," she blissfully whined, arching her back and clenching like a vise on that swollen, cool cock. Around the time Cobbie was halfway in, Violet felt enough composure (it wasn't much) to send Jack that oh-so-explicit picture. Her text, hastily typed with no time to lose, was oh god this feels good ilu babe.

Violet knew that far-off, Jack was just getting that very unfaithful picture of his girl's cunt being spread open by a big, black cobra cock - and she knew that he was a little jealous, and that he no-doubt felt inadequate compared to that, but it was all part of the fun, and he was getting off on it.

In what was no-doubt a one-handed reply, Jack texted back, glad ur havin fun baby... bring back a vid? <3

Not bothering to reply, Violet just grinned impishly and hit the red record button on the phone's screen, as Cobbie was working himself into a nice rhythm. His balls weren't slapping into Violet; he wasn't being that rough yet, but as much of a sexy brute as he was, it was only a matter of time.

Cobbie was no stranger to being filmed, and he knew what the flashing, red LED on the back of the sabertooth's phone was. "Home movies, baby? Y'know, my dick is copyrighted," he grinned, "you're bein' a pirate."

Huffing and cooing, knowing full well that everything they said and did would find its' way back to Jack, Violet cooed, "It's not gonna wind up on the internet or anything... It's just gonna be something for my boyfriend to jerk off to when I'm not around to do it for him, go light on me."

Resisting the urge to lean over Violet (had she not been filming, he would have), Cobbie instead took hold of her ankles, squeezing them and holding them high while his dick squished and squelched its' way in and out of that almost cartoonishly wet pussy. "Guess I'll let you off with a warning," he sneered.

Violet laughed softly, but the sound was broken up by a shudder of pure pleasure; Cobbie's thick cock had ground perfectly into her g-spot. "Mrrrooowwwl, just a warning? A spanking might teach me a lesson," she said with a grin made rather dumb from pleasure.

Upping his pace to near brutality in that moment, the wrinkled hide of Cobbie's low-hanging balls made audible and constant slaps against the girl's ass - even through her fur. "This is the only kind of spanking I give, baby," he hissed, squeezing on her ankles a little tighter, making her toes twitch and curl.

The cobra's sexual heroics were absolute bliss for Violet, who whimpered and bounced on the bed. The footage Jack would later get was hopelessly blurry and shaky, but anyone who watched it would clearly see Cobbie's piston-pumping hips. "Sh-shiiit, I think I'm gonna cum," she cried, arching her back.

"Then cum, baby," said Cobbie, grinning broadly, but not toothily. With a pang of vanity, he unhanded her ankles, put one hand on her hips, and grabbed her phone out of her paw; she didn't put up a fight. Far more steadily than Violet, Cobbie made sure that the tiger's cuckold boyfriend would get a nice, up-close, sticky view of the action. So close, and so much more stably in Cobbie's hand, the phone caught little stray globs of the tiger's vaginal juices, mingled closely with (but almost entirely overshadowing) the cobra's thick pre.

"Ooh, gawd, ohh...!" Violet cried, biting her lip and curling her flexible body, lifting her knees and bending her legs. Lost completely in the pleasure, she yowled and screamed as she squirted mightily around Cobbie's thick, reptilian member, dampening his loins completely, leaving his hips and balls with a clear sheen of feline girl-jizz.

"That's it," Cobbie reassuringly growled with a huge grin, panning up from Violet's spasming cunt and his slowing (but not stopping) thrusts to give the submissive boyfriend a view of his girl's oh-face, her immediate afterglow, and her nice tits, just for good measure. "Heh," he chuckled, "god_damn,_ did you squirt..."

Violet softly writhed and cooed, her pussy still writhing and trembling in the immediate and raw pleasure of her orgasm. "Ahh, good god," she groaned. "I do squirt, yeah..." A pause, and then, "If I really cum hard, anyway."

Cobbie smiled coyly, and though it couldn't be seen in the video, it could be easily heard in his tone. "That so," he chuckled, working back into his quicker pace, setting the phone screen-down on the tiger's belly. "Considering that your fucking around is clearly a regular thing, I'm gonna go out on a limb, here, and guess that your boyfriend doesn't make you squirt like I just did."

Stifling a spiteful laugh, Violet languidly took the phone in her paw (which, in afterglow, was much less shaky) and aimed it at the cobra's increasingly wet and wild fucking. "Not usually, no."

Working back up into that rough and punishing pace again, Cobbie huffed and hissed alternately as he fucked Violet's brains out. Each thrust plowed his big, black cock in balls-deep, always followed by a yank backwards that usually nearly (but sometimes did) pop it out of the girl's cunt. But, as utterly saturated and nicely-spread as she was, pushing back in was trivial. His every buck was accompanied by a big and wet slurp, suckle, or squelch, and Violet's phone captured it all without bias.

"Ooh, shit," Cobbie grunted, lashing his tail and clenching his ass cheeks, "I'm gonna bust a nice, big nut for you, girl - hope you like creampies..." It was no sooner that he said this that he his balls drew up to his loins, and he came with such force that an errant rope of his cool cum squirted free of the tiger's cunt, and it made a neat line on the hide of the cobra's thigh.

Squeezing the sabertooth's hips tightly, Cobbie shuddered and grunted, his release shaking his body to the core, while filling Violet's. "Ah, yeah," he chuckled between huffs, even as his cock still throbbed heavily and loosed its' thick ropes, "look at all this fuckin' jizz... Bet you don't leave your girl's pussy looking this ragged, do you?" he sneered toward the phone.

Violet kept filming as Cobbie pulled free, and her cunt was left unplugged to ooze with the cobra's voluminous seed. For her own curiosity's sake, but also for Jack, she reached down and collected some of that discarded semen; it didn't stay on her fingers for long. What didn't dribble off onto her belly and breasts during the short trip to her muzzle was hungrily sucked off.

Cobbie, not one to miss an opportunity to get his dick sucked, climbed up on the bed, took the phone again, and offered his waning (but still capable) erection to the feline.

Without a word, and under the eye of the phone, Violet languidly suckled and lapped at Cobbie's cock, cleaning it of the thick sheen of jizz it bore from the both of their bodies. When Cobbie's meat glistened only with saliva, Violet licked her fang and winked up at the phone, and Cobbie took that as his cue to toss the phone aside; it landed harmlessly in the disheveled fluff of the bed, and it wouldn't be recording much more than muffled sex noises.

Grinning and rubbing one of the tiger's pert breasts with a strong hand, Cobbie rumbled. "You were a good lay, baby."

"Likewise," purred Violet.

Violet was settling into the bed for a post-fuck snooze, the feline's prerogative, but Cobbie gave her cunt a grope that made her post-orgasm flesh positively tingle. "Hey - we're just gettin' started, babe. This time, I'm fuckin' for myself - not your whipped boyfriend."

Blushing but smiling with a maliciousness Cobbie enjoyed very much, Violet wrapped her arms around the cobra's neck and licked his cheek. "I'm all yours," she mrowled.

"Tell me something I don't know," Cobbie sniggered.