Featuring: paw/foot play, cute boys, cute boys with giant dicks, way too much cum, macro kind of a little, transformation maybe, hypnosis kinda? Also, surprisingly consensual, tbh

Warning for non-permanent death/snuff and some modest gore (cum inflation popping)

Also, Playboys is me, but Mel is the excellent https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ebikiyo/ and they take commissions, if you want to toss your Love And Support their way.

I went ahead and used discord formatting for italics etc, for what it's worth. _ for italics, ** for bold, *** for bold italics, ~~ for strikethrough

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Mel

Enter Melanie.  When the ticket vendors warned the contest pool was anonymous, they really meant it.  Long, black hair, lightly peppered with split ends, big doofy glasses, freckles, eagle-like nose, thin lips, the smallest and most underdeveloped of figures... it is hard to tell that Melanie is even much girl.

But here she is, clutching several bags of convention merch, walking into a private room with 'special' guests she's never heard of.  Special guests who had arrived at the crack of dawn, and left a trail of sexed up bodies in their wake.

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Playboys

The door opens, and she's immediately washed over with the stench of sex, of absurd amounts of cum and raw, overwhelming _virility_ like nothing she's ever felt in her life.

In comparison, the actual room itself is underwhelming. Melanie has seen panels in rooms just like this one, with enough room to seat maybe a couple hundred audience members while someone talks at them. There are no chairs here, though. There's a large bed of all things off to one side, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and blankets, but that's about it for actual furniture.

That is, unless the unconscious woman splayed out across the entire stage area counts as furniture, twenty feet tall or more, flopped on her back with her eyes rolled into her sockets and thick, glorping sperm sliding slowly out of every gaping hole, including a few that definitely shouldn't be fucked, unless you happen to be someone who gleefully disregards the laws of reality.

For example, the three massive-cocked monsterboys sitting on top of her, naked and wonderful all. The jackal, resting atop a massive, plush thigh, greeting Melanie with a smile and a wave of a massive, gloriously fluffy paw. The succubus, splayed out on her belly in a playfully seductive pose, his cock hanging almost down to the floor as he shoots the next contestant a teasing smirk. And, of course, the catboy, his balls smothering the previous victim's forehead. His eyes light up with a huge smile as Melanie walks in, no doubt momentarily stunned by what she's witnessing.

"Ah, you're the next contestant? Come on in, make yourself at home~"

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Mel

Indeed, Melanie is left speechless - though not breathless.  She has to gag eventually, assailed by dick smell and the lingering aura of cumstink.  Her hands cover her mouth - and a heady blush.  Legs buckle underneath her.  The struggle is visible on her to even put a statement to the visual absurdity looking expectantly at her.  _Paws_...?  Paw gloves, of course.  That's the only explanation.  Their real-looking... cosplay, i-it's just cosplay.  Even their dicks are prosthetics, aren't they...?

And that woman they're all sitting on is clearly a model.  A stage set with latex covering and realistic liquid effects.  Melanie could only hope that was right.

"S-sure, um..."  She scans the room, lingering on jackal's big, black paws.  Wandering, of course, to the bed as the only form of sitt-able furniture.  "I-I didn't see you guh... guys on the itinerary..."

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Playboys

That catboy's pink-furred ears twitch as if to mock her rationalizations... and so does the incubus's cock, veins throbbing beneath the blue-tinged skin as his inverted eyes track her to the bed. None of them move from their perch, although it does slowly rise and fall underneath them.  All of them are watching her, their eyes piercing into her naïve little soul, twinkling with lust and mischief and power, more power than anything human could ever have...

The cherry-blossom kitty is still smiling, nodding to Melanie's words. "Well, then, what brings you here?" he asks. Of course, he has a pretty good idea of the answer, but it's always helpful to hear it from the horse's mouth!

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Mel

Melanie hitches her breath.  She was not a good liar in the most flexible estimation.  And she certainly wasn't the sexual type.  Ironically, she touches over her own jaw in reflexively cowering under their gazes... until she realizes they weren't dissing her.  If anything, they seemed interested, all three boys.

More interested than just 'chatty.'  "Um," she finally starts, threading fingers through her hair.  "I-I won something?  Something - a raffle ticket.  I-I was told there'd be swag to collect here...?"

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Playboys

The incubus bursts out laughing, covering his mouth with a dainty hand. "Is... is that what they're calling it these days?" he says, giggling to himself a moment longer. The jackal scowls off to the side, but the demon-boy either doesn't notice or - no, he totally notices, he just doesn't care.

"Ah, don't mind Suzie, he's kind of an asshole," the catboy dismisses, waving it away with a smile. ( The incubus doesn't even bat an eye.) "But, well, whoever told you there would be swag... hmm, do lovers count as swag? Because that's what you won, cutie. You won a session with the most in-demand boys on the planet," he preens, wagging his tail like a happy canine behind him. Or happy feline, in this case.

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Mel

Melanie pushes off the bed in haste.  There was something in her chest about 'public health standards' and 'reservations about sex in a public place,' no doubt phrased as a bewildered tirade that would've gotten convention security involved.  But as she staggers forward, slipping inexorably closer to the woman-couch and the locus of sex senses between all three, the notion clams up in her throat.  How could she berate them?  They're so...

Cute.  Just... c-cute.  that's it.  And Melanie didn't deserve cute boys.  She didn't even have the money most of the time for a male escort.  The words don't come together until she's a mere foot away from them.

"W-would it be fine if... I... walked... out?"  she winces, expecting the worst.

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Playboys

Suzie actually blinks, his smirk wiped off his face. Evidently, he was too busy being smug to actually think about the woman approaching him. The catboy, though, has something of a thoughtful expression over him, glancing to his two friends, then back to Melanie... and he nods.

It's the jackal who speaks up, though. Quiet, yet his voice soars like it's used to delivering praise to the glory of god, a voice utterly wasted on such little things as the warm, gentle words he's giving to her.

"Of course. May I ask why?"

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Mel

Ooop.  Here it is.  Now she HAS to explain herself.  Melanie avoids eye contact hard, giving her shoes a hard examination.  She bites out.  "... I-I'm not... r-ready for sex..."

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Playboys

She might have been ready for a denial, or a dismissal, or for the boys to somehow _make_ her ready for sex, to shove those dicks in her face and brainwash her with that potent musk and the sheer obscenity of their bodies.

None of that happens, at least not more than it was already happening.

Instead, the jackal just nods again, as his friends look on in curious silence.

"Want to talk about it?"


(therapy is the best sex, source: https://twitter.com/Gensin__/status/1233237421925339137 )

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Mel

Melanie looks up at him with a small gasp.  This wasn't in her young adult playbook.  At this point, she'd be assaulted, she wagers, stepped on or tossed out, and her whole day would've gone up in smoke.

But instead, she finds herself waddling for his lap...!  "I... s-sure.  If that's alright?"

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Playboys

"Of course!" He smiles a genuine smile, reaching down with his lovely paws and helping her up onto his lap. Shockingly, his megacock isn't already in the space: in the blink of an eye, the black-haired boy's clothed himself with some lovely, color-coordinated panties! They may or may not reduce the size of his bulge, but they certainly keep it out of her way as she wiggles her way up and onto his thighs, the jackal wrapping a tender arm around her back and helping her slide into a comfortable position on top of him.

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Mel

Melanie shivers.  What is that texture... fur.  Toebeans.  Little claws raking across her shoulder blades.  And under her sternum - the slick trunk of a fabricked megacock sliding up her thighs and rubbing her groin.  It awakens warmth Melanie only dreamed about... 

Or... y'know, toyed with on F-list.  ~~she can't bring herself to look outside of SFW RP, bless her~~

"Y-you've probably noticed by now," she says with an anxious look at all three.  "But I'm not the most attractive."

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Playboys

He barely even throbs beneath her - his cock just active enough to reassure her that its impossible bulk is there, without demanding all of her attention. The jackal hums softly through her words, his hands resting on each shoulder and gently scratching across her top.

"When you say you're not attractive, what exactly do you mean?" the jackal inquires, his words almost a whisper as he presses his face into the back of her neck.

"I mean, I think you're pretty fucking cute," the catboy adds, flashing a cheerful little grin. "And that _hair_! Sure, it needs a little TLC, but still. Yowza.~"

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Mel

The warm breath on her neck, _ooooh_.  It makes Melanie stiffen.  Pale skin flushes bright red.  He's so soft, his face is so pleasant, even his tone is... bodily anxiety slowly melts, and her fingers go off exploring, cupping his head and sifting through his long hair.  Encouragement from the catboy provokes a little squeak!  She shifts, hoping hopeless that he'd see how foolish he was.  "I-I'm not!  M-my... butt is so small... I'm flat as a board... I-I'm short..." 

Couldn't really bring in hair, that devil.  How could he like that messy thing...?!

"And... oh, does not being a monster count?  Huff..."

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Playboys

"I could literally change all of those things in my sleep," Suzie dismisses. "Or did you think the giant lady was born that way?"

"Not really helping, Suzie," the catboy grumbles. "Ignore him. He's too used to using unlimited cosmic power to solve all his problems, instead of solving them with his dick like a normal person."

The jackal just shakes his head, even as his hands wander over Melanie's upper body, her own intrepid fingers teasing out a delighted sigh as he nuzzles into her touch. 

"As blessed as I am to have those two, they do make things so troublesome sometimes," he muses. "Regardless.... are you unhappy with how people are looking at you, then? Or is it something else?"

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Mel

Melanie considers his words under the crosshatching traces.  Her back rolls, just trying to follow.  At this point, her apprehension is so far gone she can't imagine getting out of the jackal's embrace.  The boy is so plush and sweet on her... could she stay here forever?

And could she seriously believe she thought of that?  After a pause, Melanie hazards a halting reply.  "... I think... I wish I was more adventurous and... provocative, if that's the right word.  Maybe I'd feel better if I was more confident..."

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Playboys

The jackal nods into her shoulder, still working his hands down along her chest, tracing the lines of her belly and sides with gentle, tender devotion. "That's a lot of being attractive. People think it's about your body, and part of it is, but there's so much more to it than that. There's clothing to consider, of course, cosmetics and jewelry and everything else, but more than that, attractiveness is stance, attitude, poise, expression. It's the way you move, the way you talk." 

With a smile, he gently pushes her up from his lap, away from his softness and his hardness and his warmth and his touch. "Suzie offered to change your body," he explains, "and I'm sure he'd still be willing, but if you do, it should be because you want it. You don't need to be a supermodel to make people drool, darling. Why don't you go ahead and ***make me want you?***" 

The last words ring like a bell, clear and powerful and wiping the air clean, briefly erasing all thought from her mind. When her head recovers, it's... not like she's a different person. It's not even like her will's been taken away. She's still Melanie, and she doesn't _need_ to seduce him.

She just knows exactly _how_ to seduce him. And even that isn't right. It's not so much something she knows. It's as if, with those four words, he's effortless implanted her with those adventurous, provocative, confident, **sexy** instincts she was longing for. Or were they there all along, waiting for some soul equal parts loving and lustful to guide her out of her shell?

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Mel

Melanie's eyes lid, coaxed to softness.  Her skin dances with goosebumps.  The stiff trepidation, the shudders and shivers of nervous hands wanting to keep distance and keep motions slow, icy, awkwardly distant... it washes out with the tide.  She shudders out a gasp.  Eyelids flutter.  Where is she going...?  No, Melanie isn't going anywhere, there's nothing leaving, except that invisible barrier.  The limiting wall separating her from jumping this dogboy's bones.

There is no shame in that thought.  Gosh, Mel wants there to be an ounce of shame, embarrassment, just to feel the rush of it, but the guilt isn't there.

She wants him wholeheartedly.

Mel purses her lips, and smacks them.  Narrows her eyes down into a longing stare.  "Make you want me?" she repeats, feeling a swell of confidence behind her words.  "What if I promised you the best fff**fuck** of your immortal life, huh?"

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Playboys

His cock visibly twitches at her words. His eyes follow her lips as they move, heat building in his cheeks. Not heat of shame, because the monsterboy knows no shame. But arousal? Oh, he has that in spades. His tail wags excitedly, slapping against the soft skin of his seat, the giant woman long since having faded into the scenery. 

The jackal smiles, smoldering and hungry, and lifts up a delightful paw to beckon her forward once more.

"Then I hope you're ready to deliver.~"

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Mel

Mel's eyes dart down to his member.  Holy _fuck_, she forgot how big he is.  And her, with her virginal little cunt, hidden under clearance rack Goodwill jeans.  _She could take him_, Mel mentally bites.  Or die trying.  But god, he'd be a fun way to die.

Death-defying, ears burning from seat papping and paw ruffling, Mel approaches.  She unbuckles her belt, debuttons her pants, folds away her plain panties and offers up her little cunny with two fingers peeling the lips open, and her tongue out in utter lust.

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Playboys

The dogboy doesn't take the offer. Or at least, not the one she thought she was giving. Instead of plowing that drooling cunt, he leans forward and pulls her tongue into his mouth. His eyes close, a moan echoing from his throat as his muscle duels with hers, dripping saliva and lust. Paws wrap around her backside, pull her lithe little body right up against that monster of a cock. The heat and power radiates off it until her skin all but burns, the stench flooding her pliable little mind with need. And it's so tantalizingly close, a womb-breaking behemoth of a good time grinding right against her naked body. Precum even starts to bubble and drool off his tip, steaming with incredible heat, delightful rather than burning. But no, he's ravishing her mouth instead of putting it in, the little devil~

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Mel

She puts up a tough fight.  Despite everything, size and plainness, she keeps a certain feisty pace with the dogboy, pressing into his face and play-fighting for command of the dance.  If she had the strength... no, no no, she has it...!  She pulls him back, off the boys' gathering spot and towards their bed. 

Fingers squeeze into his side.  Thumbs rub along his supple skin.  A-cups surround and press needfully into the megacock, lathering up second-hand shirt fabric in milky pre.  She wants him.  She wants _everything_ about this dogboy, and he'll listen, because she isn't a little girl.

She's Mel.

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Playboy

She pulls, and he follows, putting up just enough resistance to make her fight, enough to force out this delightful aggression. It's a good thing that the bed's close, though: the sheer size of his endowment makes dragging him around a little awkward. But it's not long before he's slammed down on his back, his cock throbbing up into the air and up against her slender chest. Her tits may be small, but they're more than big enough to make him moan. Opaque pre slides from his tip in thick, knotty ropes, ruining her shirt for the next few months, splattering over the bedsheets and his own adorable little face, the boy drinking up that sperm without a complaint. 

The other two monsterboys just smile. Things can only get better from here, after all.

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Mel

"That's it, that's it..." Mel eggs on, drinking in shallow breaths.  The air around them is sex.  Nothing fresh, nothing pure.  Just their bodies and their fluids, mixing so deeply it was all they could breathe.  Shameless instincts push Mel briefly off her prey to wax all the goopy, ropey cockjuice over her shoulders, submerge herself in his pre-seed.  "I'm making you gasp and moan... and I bet you haven't even come yet..."

The insinuation is husky, and uncharacteristic, a fleeting moment thinks.  But then she remembers - this is what she IS.  This is the real her on display, tittyfucking a monsterboy with her bare A cups!

"Look at your face - it's already so precious'n gooped up~"

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Playboys

God, it's as thick and fertile as everything a normal man could put out in his entire lifetime, or at least it damn well feels that way. Like she ought to be pregnant just from touching it. Is it _writhing_ on her tongue, pulsing with life and swimmers? It very well might be, and he's just getting started, squirming with delight under her welcome torment, gentle and loving and oh so powerful.

The dog lets out another delighted moan, leaning up against her jizz-soaked face as she speaks. "Well, if it's sperm you want, I... mm, I have more than you can even imagine. And it's so good going down... if you don't take my cock, I might just have to suck myself off and bloat my belly till it pops." He giggles, lovingly wrapping warm, tender paws around her back as he presses up for another kiss, breath blowing bubbles through the sea of sperm on both their faces, clinging to his plush lips and her wide, hungry maw.~

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Mel 

"Mmmmhh, mmh no way," she counters lowly, with a horny growl in her tone.  "I'll bloat MY belly with your seed... heck, I'll have your litters forever..."  Woah, is she biting off more than she can chew?  The thrill excites her.  Maybe she'll explode... maybe she'll always be pregnant.

Oooh, another thought strikes her.  She breaks off the kiss and straddles his hips, folding her hands over his bappers.  Sifting through the fur and teasing it.  Teasing his cock with a shimmy up, inviting it to crash the gate.  "If you mate me, and I live... give me paws.  Ears.  Heck, even make me a boy.  I want a real souvenir for meeting the best fucking boys at this con~"

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Playboys

"I don't know if I can make you a boy, as such. That's up to you, in the end. But a perfect boyish body like mine? That I can certainly do," he purrs, staring up at her with love and lust and hearts in his eyes. He's going to breed her. Break her. Bring her back so she can do it again. His cock throbs massively, the knotted beast standing at attention against her thighs, shuddering and twitching and letting out a waterfall of pre. His balls churn and swell in warning, veins pressed out into his skin by the sheer pressure within those bloating, shuddering orbs. 

Those paws press up against her teasing, lovely fingers, puling moans and sighs from his perfect throat. Slowly, he reaches up to her thighs, slender and skillful, and pulls her down until the virgin gate meets his impossible rod, ready to give her the best, and last, fucking of her life. At least until she gets an even better fucking in the next one...!

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Mel

A final anxious thought clicks inside Mel, watching as her thighs close the distance on that impossible cock.  _You're not gonna take that.  He's going to tear you in half, you fool.  Holy fuck, he's going to break me.  Turn me into a shishkabob.  I'm going to die~_

And that's when her pupils pop into heart shapes.  Her jaw drops, and she looks at dogboy with a drooling smile.

_Fuck it.  Kill me..._  "Kill me, you beautiful bastard~"

Those are her final words and testament when he breaks into her cervix.  Well, that's probably not true - words like 'FUCK' and 'GODDAMN'  and 'AWWW YES' are on the table too, but they hardly qualify for the same level of poetry.  Her stomach deforms to the exact, unflattering shape of his dick as it pushes and mashes into her uterus!

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Playboys

There are no more words from him, no more servile moans and needy gasps. There are huffs and grunts of exertion, his eyes crossing, and there might even be a few little groans of delight.

Mostly, though, he grabs her thighs and slams her down onto his cock, bursting through her womb and leaving her impaled on that monster rod in a single vicious, mind-melting, hip-straining stroke. The first pump of precum bloats her, the outline of his cock softening as quickly as it appeared. Then there's the next blast... and the next thrust.

The dog howls, feral and grinning, all softness forgotten in favor of ramming her up and down, up and down, his megaton-sloshing balls PLAPPED! against her hips with each brutal shove, and showing no sign of stopping even as those orbs clench tighter and tighter.

She's a dead girl moaning. The only question now is how. Will she bleed and break on that cock, smashed to pieces by brutal pounding? (And to think, she's the one riding _him!_) Or will she blow apart from the inside as an already impossibly massive cock grows even further? Maybe, if she's really dedicated, she'll last long enough to milk out his climax and take his belly-bloating seed until she finally can't take any more. Any way you slice it, it'll be a night to remember...!

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Mel

For as long as she could remember.  But that wouldn't be long.

Because for all the spirit she now possessed, the fiery confidence surging inside of her frame driving her to take this much, it didn't translate to physicality.

Lord, though, she struggles to hold on, though.  Her torso distends and stretches, going up with the erection and out with the pre chugging into her abdominal cavity.  The blood drains from her cheeks, her eyes go wide with shock and a growing sense of vertigo.  Another gurgle - her tummy extends again, filling up with zygotes.  Pain notches into her sides - her ovaries?  Did they pop?!  She was having his babies...!

Several bones crack, bringing her swiftly back down to earth.  Mel's rib cage splits like a wishbone.  Blood gushes out of the cunthole, out of her mouth, her nose.  Nerves fall into shock.  Her brain spirals into fluid disruption.  Her rapidly beating heart seizes to a stop.

The boys may have been betting on how she died.  Turns out - it was death by explosion.  Once jackal hits orgasm, the sheer bound up pressure becomes too great, and her guts go spilling out with the torrent of his jizz.

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Playboys

He fires off a few more gallons, soaking the bed and washing away the gore with his overflowing sperm, hot enough to steam-clean the sheets on the spot, aside from the tiny little fact that the sperm itself would _never_ get out of them. But soon enough, his lethal output slows to a trickle, his cock calming as it slowly realizes that there's nothing for it to impregnate. A shame, he might have liked to flood the whole room...

But the jackal has plenty of time for that. Breathing heavily, he sits up, staring at his rock-hard, Mel-splattered  shaft in front of him, barely satisfied by that show of mere human endurance. 

"You know, was that really the best time to go into the difference between gender and sex?"

Jackie sighs. "Don't make me come over there."

Suzie just grins shamelessly.

The dog ignores his friend, such as he is, and turns instead to his lover's remains. He can't do anything fancy like Suzie can, he's more a cleric to the incubus's sorcerer, but a miracle, or a ressurrection? Why, it's child's play.

And with a snap of his fingers, Melanie appears in front of him, whole and hearty, her last memory a beautiful pain as her rib cage broke in two.

Oh. She's, uh, kind of sitting on what's left of it. Really puts things into perspective.

He smiles, and offers her a single paw, delicate and tender, as if he hadn't just murdered her and loved every second of it.

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Mel

Mel's eyeballs reel until she settles back in meatspace, straddling the cock once again (safely out of her drenched cunny).  She looks down at the viscera surrounding herself.  Truth be told, she found it kind of hot that she seemed to live through imminent death.  "Wow... she begins, licking her lips... "... I just died."

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Playboys

"Yep," the jackal agrees, wrapping those lovely paws around her and lightly cuddling her against his body as the sea of jizz and the steady trickle of pre slowly washes away the viscera from beneath her. "You died. How was heaven, sweetie?"

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Mel

Mel manages a soft smile, scooching up against his chest and treading her feet in the churning, life-giving sea beneath them.  "Cloud nine.  Coincidentally, it was just like you~"