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Achieving a work-life balance was hard for Ashton; he worked long hours and dealt with stressful situations that had him pulling at his hair and gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw ached. So when he had the opportunity to book a couple of vacation days that added up to a long weekend, he pounced at the opportunity. He promised himself that he wouldn’t spend the entirety of it at home doing nothing either, so when his days off were confirmed with HR, he went right into activity hunting.

“What to do on a four-day weekend’”, “Places to relax after stress”, and “Cool places to go” were just a few of the terms that the cheetah entered into Google to try and find a place where he could spend his long weekend. He scrolled through the various Pinterest boards, articles, and blogs that suggested restaurants, churches, and hiking trails; all the things that came to mind whenever he thought of the word “boring”. But just as he was about to give up on his search and get back to work, something at the very bottom of the “15 Things to Do During a Long Weekend” BuzzFeed article that he was kicking himself in the shin for reading caught his attention. Ashton squinted, leaned forward to bring his face so close to the monitor that his mother would be disappointed, and read it aloud. 

“Spend a few days at a natural hot spring…” The cheetah only needed to read the first few sentences of the section before he was sold on it. He very quickly navigated to Google Maps to look for the nearest hot springs, but before he could see the results, his Slack app bounced up and down in the dock and the sound of an incoming Slack call from one of his coworkers blasted through his headset. He bounced back in his chair, causing it to roll back a few inches from his desk as he squinted his eyes and frantically reached for the volume buttons on his keyboard. After a few key smashes to lower the volume, he minimized his trip-planning window and picked up the call. 

“I am so sorry, I had to make a few last-minute adjustments and I lost track of time.” The cheetah said as he pulled himself back up to the desk and opened up the presentation that he was supposed to be giving to his team. He didn’t make any last-minute adjustments, he just had to hope that his team wouldn’t notice that there wasn’t anything different. 

“Okay, we can start.”

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The drive to the hot spring was three hours of traffic-free highways and dirt roads. Ashton was slightly concerned that the navigation on his phone would lead him into a ditch, but to his surprise, he arrived without a hitch and rolled into a dirt parking lot. He put his car in park, engaged the handbrake just to be safe, and reached behind him into the backseat to grab his swim trunks from his luggage that was messily stuffed into his car. With his dark blue swim trunks in his hand, he brought them into his lap and let out a sigh as he looked out the car’s windshield and into the distance. He saw the hot spring and stared at it for a bit. It was massive, stretching from one corner of his eye to the other. The water was turquoise, there were a bunch of waterholes that made up the body of water, and miniature waterfalls. The entire area was covered in a blanket of steam, and it was surrounded by a lot of green shrubbery. It looked almost exactly like the early 2000s cartoons' interpretations of an oasis in the middle of nowhere. The parking lot that Ashton was in looked empty, too, which meant that he most likely had the entirety of the hot spring to himself. It was a weekday, after all, so it made sense. 

Even though the parking lot was empty, the cheetah still looked around wearily before he slipped his fingers in between the waistband of his pants, undid the button and zipper, and shuffled himself out of them as best he could in the limited space that he had. “C’mon… Hmmrp!” He pulled his pants down to his ankles, did the same with his dark blue boxers, and left them in a small pile on the floor. He then put his feet through the leg holes of his swim trunks, pulled them up his legs, and lifted his butt off of the car seat to pull them up the rest of the way. With a snap of his elastic waistband, as he let go, Ashton bent over to pick up his pants and boxers from the floor and set them onto the empty passenger seat next to him, he then glanced at himself in the rearview mirror and realized he still had his shirt on. He didn’t want to be that guy who left his shirt on. Plus, he had what he thought was an okay figure, so he had nothing to hide! In one swift move, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, crossed his arms in doing so, and peeled his shirt straight off. Into the pile of clothes on the passenger’s seat it went.

With his phone hidden in the center console, and his car keys in the waterproof pocket on his shorts, he got out of the car, locked its doors, and walked over toward the wooden archway that had “Emerald Natural Hot Spring” painted on it like a 1980s summer camp sign. The cheetah’s paws pitter-pattered against the wood as he made his way down a set of stairs that led into a thick bush of green. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw another hand-painted sign that read; “HOT SPRINGS 800 METERS.” With a smile on his face and a pep in his step, he happily continued along the wooden path, whistling and humming that one new Taylor Swift song he heard on the radio on the drive over.

The wooden pathway was old and it creaked with every other step that Ashton took, but it was sturdy enough that he didn’t really have to worry about falling through. He did, however, have to worry about splinters. The wood was dry, which was prime splinter territory. He kept his pace slow and consciously made an effort not to drag his feet as he walked, which he was mostly successful in doing (but old habits die hard). Luckily for him though, he was splinter-free the whole way. 

As he got closer and closer to the hot spring, the cheetah started to hear the sound of flowing water. Not only that, but he also started to feel the heat in the air. It was as if he walked through a wall of humidity at some point along the pathway; his hair frizzed up, his fur got a bit sticky, and he slowly started to sweat. Around the 750-meter mark, the wooden path suddenly came to an end in a large green wall of shrubbery. Ashton scratched the back of his head as he stopped in his tracks. 

“What the hell?” He furrowed his brow as his hand made a mess of his already messy hair and stood there staring at the green wall in front of him. It looked like a very badly overgrown hedge; was that why there wasn’t anyone else there? Was it closed off to visitors? He took a few more steps, stopping once one of the leaves was just an inch away from his nose. He put his hands on his hips and furrowed his brow as he looked down at the wooden pathway that he was standing on. He could see that it continued through the shrubbery and he could hear the water very close by, there had to be a way to get through, he was so close that he could feel the heat of the hot spring, he wasn’t going to give up now. 

His eyes darted from left to right as he scanned for any semblance of an entrance or a gap that he could squeeze through. It took him a minute, but he eventually spotted something out of place; a small patch of red in the vast amount of green. He tilted his head to the side, raised a singular brow, and half-smirked. “Now what are you doing over there?” he chuckled as he picked up what looked like a red bikini bottom hanging on a low branch in front of a small incognito gap in the hedge. He brought the bikini bottom closer to inspect it for a few seconds, and looked around to see if there was someone to who it could have belonged, but shrugged his shoulders when he didn’t see anyone. He then looked at the gap in the bush and chuckled proudly as he started shimmying his way through, being careful not to let any of the low branches snag his trunks along the way. 

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“See? I told you there wouldn’t be anyone here, Alex.” Said Ashley, Alex’s caracal friend who convinced her that going skinny dipping at a hot spring was a good idea. “It’s a weekday, no one comes here on a weekday, they all have work and school and whatever.” She set her bag down on a small patch of green grass that was a few feet from the edge where the dry ground ended and the steamy water began. Ashley was brave enough to have come out of the car naked, whereas Alex was a little bit concerned that there might be other people with the same idea, but she was only wearing a red bikini top, which was a little strange. 

“When the trees agree that you should be naked, you should probably listen.” The caracal chuckled as she stretched her arms over her head and nudged her head in the direction of Alex’s lower half. Alex rolled her eyes and looked down at her bottomlessness as Ashley dipped her toes into the hot spring. With a sigh that showed how disappointed she was that her friend was right, she pulled the string on her bikini and let it fall from her chest down to the grass. With her pussy and tits out, the tigress followed her caracal friend into the hot spring. “Well, I also HAD work today, until you told my boss that there was a ‘family emergency’.” The tigress rolled her eyes, she was about to complain a little more about losing her bikini bottoms but when her paw touched the hot water, she lost her train of thought. 

One foot after the other, the tigress gently stepped into the turquoise and steaming water, her fur matting down as she sunk her body deeper and deeper into it. Her caracal friend was already down to her shoulders and was watching her with a smile spread on her face. Alex shivered and shuddered as she sunk down to her shoulders, which was an odd reaction to sinking into warm water. But after a few seconds of letting her body adjust to the temperature of the water, she let out a happy sigh, and the fur on her shoulders that stood up flattened back down. Being naked in a hot spring felt good, she’ll give the caracal that. She still hated that she was right though, and was waiting for the eventual “I told you so,” to come along. 

“See? I told you so,” Ashely smirked as she waded around in the water until she found an underwater ledge she could sit on. She lifted her arms out of the water and draped them over the edge of the waterhole that they were in and sighed. Her tits were slightly above the water and her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. After a few seconds of just relaxing in the water with her eyes closed, Ashley opened up her eyes and glanced over at the tote bag that she left in the grass. Purring so loud that her chest sent small waves through the water, she nudged her head in the direction of her bag and asked, “Want some wine?” 

“You brought wine?” Alex asked with a confused brow. “I thought alcohol isn’t allowed in national parks?” 

Ashley squinted her eyes at Alex, suspicious of her sudden law-abiding nature. “What, are you going to narc on me? I thought you were more fun.” The caracal rolled her eyes and got out of the water to grab the wine.

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Ashton found shimmying through the bush a little trickier than it looked to be. It was no wonder to him why someone lost part of their swimsuit in it. The branches left him a little scraped by the time he came out on the other side, but his swim trunks were intact. He let out a sigh and looked ahead at the hot springs where he finally arrived at. It was beautiful, even more so than the pictures he saw in that article. He thought the greenish-blue water was cool, too, even if it did look weirdly like the water was chemically contaminated. The clouds of steam made it a little hard to see very far, but as he continued along the wood path until the path ended, the thickness of the steam clouds lessened. His feet landed on the grass, which was warmer than the grass he was used to, and he made his way to the closest pool of steamy water. He dipped his toes in first, to make sure that the water wasn’t too hot before he slowly stepped deeper and deeper into the center of the pool. He let out an elongated sigh as the water rose up to his knees, his stomach, and then his shoulders. His feet were able to touch the rocks at the bottom of the pool, which were also unusually hot to the touch. The cheetah closed his eyes and blindly found his way to the edge of the pool where he could sit down and stretch his arms over the edge. With his fur matted down with warm hot springs water, he draped his arms over the rocks, leaned his head back, and started purring. His purrs were so loud and rumbly that he vibrated the water, too. 

The spotted feline felt the stress he had accumulated from work slowly start to melt away. Who knew that life problems were water soluble? His tail swished and swayed underwater as he relaxed and enjoyed the peace and quiet that was offered by the hot spring. It was so peaceful and quiet that he could hear his heartbeat, and his thoughts, too; but he had no thoughts in his head at that time, head empty, only relax. However, he was only able to relax in complete peace and quiet for about 15 minutes, as after that, he heard some maniac giggling and cackling in the distance, along with what he thought was the sound of glasses clinking together as if someone were making a toast at a wedding.

‘Clink!’ 

Ashton’s eyes shot open and his ears flickered and folded in the direction where the sound came from; behind him. He turned over his shoulder to see what was going on, with a slightly agitated expression on his face at first, but then it shifted to one of surprise, pure awe even when he saw what, or rather who was the source of the sound. His jaw dropped to the bottom of the pool of hot water that he was in and he stared. He wasn’t the only one there today, just a few pools over from him were two feline ladies; a tiger and a caracal, both of them topless with their wine glasses and tits out. You can probably guess what exactly he was staring at. 

“Ashley! Don’t spill wine in the water!” Alex said with a chuckle as she watched the caracal take a huge swig of her wine and down her entire glass. She bit off a little more than she could chew since the wine glass’s opening was a fair bit bigger than her snout and spilled some of the dark red drink into the water that she and her friend were enjoying. It wasn’t enough to permanently dye the water, but a small radius of water around Ashley remained red for about five or six seconds. The caracal looked down at her mess that faded away like magic, then at the tigress. “What spill?” she said with an inquisitive brow raised. She then started to giggle and chuckle as she turned around to face the wine bottle that was placed on top of her tote bag at the edge of the hot spring. Just as she reached for the bottle, Ashley spotted something yellow about a stone’s throw away from where she was. She squinted her eyes and tried to get a better look, and when she realized it was a person and not some yellow plant with black spots, she picked up her wine bottle, poured herself another refill, and called out to Alex. 

“Hey, Alex, look.” The caracal said in a soft whisper. Alex, who was in the middle of taking her last sip to empty her glass, quickly poured her wine down her hatch and floated over to stand beside Ashely. She handed her wine glass over to her and raised a singular eyebrow. “Look at what?” 

Once Ashley was done refilling her glass, she carefully set it aside before she took Alex’s glass and filled hers up as well. The sound of wine splashing and ‘gulking’ out of the bottle echoed as Alex tried to figure out what the caracal wanted her to look at. She looked from left to right, then right to left, before her eyes landed on that same yellow and black spotted figure a few pools of water over. The tigress’s brows squished and furrowed together and she squinted her eyes. 

“We’re not alone here anymore,” Ashley said as she placed the empty wine bottle into her bag and handed Alex her glass. 

Alex curled her fingers around her glass and immediately took a sip. She smacked her lips, let out a sigh, and continued to look at the cheetah guy (or was he a leopard?) in the distance. “Yeah, no shit. He’s also staring at us. Do you think he’s a narc?” After ten seconds, the striped feline’s furrowed brow relaxed and her eyes widened. She recognized that person, he was no narc. She slowly started to laugh and took another sip of her wine. 

Ashley was slightly concerned and confused at Alex’s reaction and it showed on her face in an almost cartoonish manner. She turned her head to look at her tiger friend with her brows furrowed, her lips morphed into a concerned frown, and her wine glass just a few inches from her lips. “What? Why are you laughing?” the red-headed caracal’s ears were perked up as high as they could be and she looked genuinely the most worried Alex had ever seen her be. 

“I know him,” Alex said with a soft burp that she tried to cover up by clearing her throat. “He’s no narc LOL.” The tigress said the abbreviation of laughing out loud aloud, something she did a lot more often than she should, as it was slightly cringe. She took another sip of her wine to wash said cringe away and let out a refreshed sigh once she swallowed.

Ashley turned her attention away from Alex and to the yellow cat boy and gave him a wave. Her wave seemed to spook him, as he quickly turned away and tried his best to act like he hadn’t been staring. The caracal smirked and took a big gulp of her wine before she turned back to her tiger friend again. “And he is?”

“That’s Ashton, we play baseball together.” Alex cooed.

“He’s kind of cute,” Ashley said with a purr that got louder and louder the longer she looked at him. Noticing her friend so smitten, Alex let out another chuckle. “You can’t even properly see him from here!” Her chuckle made her almost drop her wine glass into the water, but she wasn’t drunk enough to have lost her feline reflexes just yet. Not wanting to risk spilling her wine, Alex did the only preventative measure that she could think of and chugged the rest of her glass down in a record 3 seconds. After which, she burped, let out a sigh, and stepped out of the water. She set her glass down by Ashley’s tote bag and started walking in the direction of Ashton and his little corner of the hot spring. 

Ashley watched in horror as her friend downed all of her wine and hopped out of the water. “Where are you going?” she asked. To which Alex responded with; “To give you a closer look at my cute friend. C’mon!” Whether it was Alex’s desire to be friendly or her blood-alcohol level talking, one may never know. 

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Ashton panicked when he saw the caracal wave at him. It was only a natural response since he had been staring at her and her striped friend’s titties from a distance. He didn’t even realize that said striped feline was Alex. At least he didn’t realize it until she walked up to him, hands at her hips, tits and pussy out, looking down at him menacingly as she arrived at the edge of his little private jacuzzi.

“Hey there, homerun.” 

Alex smiled down at Ashton smugly, and Ashton smiled back at her rather sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. He’d seen Alex naked before, but every time was like the first. It had his heart racing and his cheeks flushed redder than that popular big red dog. His crimson complexion was only made worse by the arrival of Alex’s caracal friend, who looked down at him with a similar grin as she arrived behind Alex’s shoulders like his very own hallucination of Johnny Silverhand; but with more tits than angry anti-corporation rants. 

Ashton didn’t know where to put his eyes, wherever he looked, he had nothing but disrespectful thoughts, and even if he looked at their faces, he could still see their titties in his peripheral vision. He couldn’t win. At least his body was mostly underwater, so they couldn’t see his dick as it grew and pressed against the elastics of his swim trunks. 

“Hi, Alex…” Ashton said with a smile that he tried to make look confident and normal. Or at least as “normal” as he could. 

“Mind if we join you?” Alex’s grin grew wider and wide, she tilted her head to the side and raised a brow as she waited for her cheetah friend to answer. Alex knew that look on his face, she’d seen it before, most recently when she tackled him during a baseball game. It was his “Oh shit I have a boner” face. But she wasn’t going to call him out on it, she wasn’t no narc.

It took Ashton a few more seconds to realize that Alex had asked him if they could join him. He quickly nodded his head and scooched over to the right to give the ladies some room to do so. He looked away as they got into the water as best he could, but those jiggly juggernauts of ja-boobies he could not look away from. Alex sat down to his left, and Ashley sat down to his right, and they both purred as the warm water of the hot springs soaked their fur again. They simultaneously let out happy sighs while Ashton swallowed his saliva with a loud and very nervous gulp. 

‘Glk.’ 

As much as this was a porn fantasy come true, boy did those pornos absolutely leave out the nervousness and stress that came with it. Ashton’s boner powered through though, and at this point, not even the coldest of cold water would have been able to extinguish the flame that was his desire to do unspeakable things to those two pairs of kitty titties. Having a normal conversation with them being so casually naked like that was going to be the second hardest thing in that vicinity. The silence was loud, it was getting awkward, Ashton looked straight ahead into the steamy distance so as to not make his situation under the water worse.

The awkward silence was broken when Alex spoke up and put a hand on the cheetah’s thigh. “Ashton, this is Ashley, Ashley, this is Ashton.” 

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The casual conversation happening in the hot spring with the two naked women was going exactly how Ashton thought it would go; poorly. He was having a hard time focusing on what Alex and Ashley were saying. The most he could contribute to the conversation were either one-word responses or incredibly short sentences with awkward pauses and stutters. Ashton had been so busy with work that he didn’t even have enough time to properly have some alone time. He could barely even remember the last time that properly gave himself a tugging. His balls were heavy and ached with how full they were. The girls talked about wine and video games they’ve played recently, and even spent a good 15 minutes debating whether pineapple belonged on pizza or not. Alex was indifferent about it; If it was there, she would eat it but said she would never order it. Meanwhile, Ashley went on a tangent about how pineapple on pizza was holding civilization back, and that it was never supposed to be invented. Ashton wasn’t able to weigh in but nodded along with what the ladies were saying as his eyes drifted to their tits over and over again. If he could split his eyes off into different directions like SpongeBob, he would. His dick continued to throb and push against the stretchy fabric of his swim trunks, like a deep sea creature fighting to get out of a fishing net it, unfortunately, got caught in. He prayed and prayed that his H&M swim trunks were made by a skilled child laborer.

With his dick tenting out his trunks under the water and his balls aching and making it hard for him to not go feral and give in to his instincts, Ashton quickly pushed himself up out of the water. “I’ll be right back guys I’m feeling a bit dehydrated. You guys want some water?” Unbeknownst to him, when he pushed himself out of the water, his swim trunks got hooked on a small extrusion of rock that he had been sitting against. And with how quick and hard he pushed himself out of the water, his trunks were torn from him and a loud fabric tear sound ripped through the air and caused another moment of awkward silence. 

‘Qwwwwwwrrrrrccccck!’

Uh-oh.

Once his cock was free of its chains, it flopped out like a New York hotdog on the run from an over-buttered bun. His seven-incher smacked against his stomach as he sat up on the edge of the water hole. The sound of his schmeat schmacking against him almost made him jump.

Alex and Ashley turned their heads and watched with wide eyes as Ashton hopped out of the water like the ending scene of Free Willy, literally. Both kitties stared with dilated pupils as if they were following a very fast laser pointer. Uncut, long, thick, veiny, and a feast for the eyes, Ashley couldn’t stop staring. Meanwhile, Alex, who has seen that specific extra-large Cheeto multiple times, was looking at Ashley with a very menacing grin. 

“I told you his dick was… -hic-! Big.”  The tigress said with a goofy grin spread across her lips. The wine in her veins was starting to make itself a little more known, but she wasn’t quite drunk, maybe just a little tipsy with a huge boost in forwardness from the grape-flavored liquid courage. 

Ashley didn’t say anything in response to Alex, but she did turn to look at her with a similar smirk spread on her face. She only looked at Alex for a few seconds before she turned her attention back to Ashton’s dick, which was twitching and throbbing over and over as the cheetah boy panicked internally. Neither Alex nor Ashley needed to say anything to each other, it was as if their minds had been linked together by the wine that they drank. They both pushed themselves up from their seated positions in the water to get on their knees, turn around so that they faced each other (and Ashton’s dick), and placed one hand on his thigh each. 

Ashton’s heart raced; it was thumping in his chest so hard that both Alex and Ashley could feel his pulse from where they were touching him on his thighs. Despite being a predator species himself, in the same spot on the food chain as the two ladies surrounding him; he felt like prey. Like a poor little gazelle that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Alex let out a chuckle as she watched Ashton’s panicked expression, “Relax, kitty cat. Let us take care of you,” Alex ran her hand through the fuzz on the cheetah’s thigh and gave him a warm smile. But before Ashton could say anything back to the tigress, she turned her gaze away from him and locked eyes with the caracal opposite of her again. This time, Alex winked at her. 

Something was happening.

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Getting head was objectively one of the better things in life; who doesn’t like having their knob slobbered on, or their taco tongue-fucked? But getting head from two people at the same time was on an entirely different playing field. 

Ashton was losing his mind over the two feline girls that were on his dick like ants on spilled sugar. Alex had her lips wrapped around his foreskin-covered tip and was sucking on his dick harder than a Dyson vacuum cleaner on its highest setting, and Ashley had her face buried deep in his nuts, with her wet nose wiggling and dancing as her tongue dragged over them and coated them in her thick caracal saliva. The feeling of the tigress’s massive fangs bumping against his dick as she suckled and swirled her tongue under his turtleneck had his heart racing even faster than before. His cock throbbed and throbbed to his accelerated sinus rhythm and the veins on his dick pulsed hard. 

‘Sllllllllrp….’ The sound of Alex sucking on the tip of his cock was louder than the sound of the flowing hot spring, the way she swirled her tongue around like a propeller in her mouth was impressive had had his eyes rolling back in his head. Her rough tongue, warm mouth, and rumbling purring made it feel like he was getting a blowjob while several bullet vibrators were strapped to his dick. His ability to speak was long gone, and all he could do was watch as the two felines did whatever they wanted with him. That caracal tongue curling around his balls and the base of his shaft was no slouch either, with Ashton’s balls tucking upward with every lick like he was about to nut. Blame it on the two sexy felines sucking on his dick combined with how long it had been since he last busted a nut, but he was getting there. 

“Hhhhhhaaaaahhh fuck…” Ashton moaned.

The tigress’s tits rested against the cheetah as she continued to suck on the tip of his cock. She had a hand around his dick to keep it from twitching and throbbing too much and even had a finger lifted as if she was holding a tea cup in the presence of the late Queen Elizabeth. Amusingly enough, Ashley was doing the same thing with the hand she had gripped around Ashton’s base. 

Suddenly, Alex popped Ashton’s pink dick tip out of her mouth with a loud “plop” similar to that of a moist cork on a champagne bottle. A string of saliva connected her lips to Ashton’s dick and she used her tongue to lick her lips and cut it free. She had a certain look on her face once she pulled Ashton’s dick out of her mouth like she had something very important to say that couldn’t wait a second longer. And when Ashley saw that look, she pulled away from the cheetah’s balls and raised her brows at her friend. 

With a mixture of Ashton’s precum and her spit on her lips and chin, the tigress started a casual conversation with Ashley. After a hearty and cute giggle left her lips, she asked; “What’s your favorite soda?”

Yeah, the wine was totally doing the talking at that point.

“Dr. Pepper,” Ashley replied without even a second of hesitation. She still had her hand wrapped firmly around Ashton’s dick as she and Alex discussed the delights that the spicy doctor provided. Alex’s hand was still on his dick, too, ready to put her mouth back on it at any moment. And she did just that when Ashton’s dick started throbbing and spurting some of his pre out again. But once she caught his salty appetizer on her cheek and then her tongue, she slipped cock right back out and continued talking.

“Dr. Pepper just hits different. It’s a spicy drink, but so refreshing, and the cherry-flavored one? Based.” Alex cooed. The two spent a few more minutes talking about other sodas and drinks, but the majority of the conversation stayed with the doctor. With the attention on his dick lessened Ashton was able to better listen in on the conversation happening just above it. He could feel their breaths blowing over the tip of his dick as they talked, but the feeling it gave was far less than that of Alex’s helicopter tongue from before; it still made his dick twitch and throb in response, however. 

Ashton wasn’t a fan of Dr. Pepper and he really felt the need to voice his opinion on it. With a lazy lift of his head from where he was lying on his back. “C’mon, Dr. Pepper is so mi-… Hhoooooohhhhyyyyyaaaahhh fuck.” He was cut short when Alex and Ashley brought their titties up from having them resting idly on top of him to using them to give him a full 360-degree tit job. Alex’s tits pressed against Ashley’s larger ones; her pink nipples lined up with the caracal’s brown ones and pressed together, almost like perfect puzzle pieces. Alex and Ashley slowly lifted their tits up, dragging them up along Ashton’s shaft, they went all the way up until his foreskin pulled over his tip before going back down to the base, rolling it back again. Their combined saliva, wetness from the hot spring, and boob sweat acted as lube and both Ashley and Alex stuck their tongues out and licked at Ashton’s pink and sensitive tip whenever it reappeared from between their tits. 

‘Schlllllp, schllllllp, schlllllllllp.’

“HHhhhhhnnnnggggaaaah…” Ashton moaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head again. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, too. His breathing was labored, his eyelids were drooping, and his dick felt like it was about to explode. His balls tucked upward against the base of his dick as he listened to the sound of his dick slipping and sliding in between those tits. Then when he leaned his head back for a second, he felt that helicopter tongue around his tip again 

‘Sllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.’ The sloppy sucking sound was what pushed Ashton over the edge. His dick twitched and throbbed as he arched his back and struggled to find something to grip with his hands. He found a small imprint in the ground next to him and tried to curl his fingers around that, but since it was slippery like most of the surfaces around him, he failed. He balled his hands into fists instead and let out a feral grunt as he bucked his hips forward and shot the first rope of his cum straight into Alex’s mouth. 

His first load was hot, sticky, and viscous; it painted Alex’s mouth like a thick custard. Alex swallowed as quickly as she could in preparation for the second rope, and when it came, she swallowed again. 

‘Glk, glk, glk, glk…’

She pulled her mouth off of his dick just in time for his third rope to shoot up like a shaken bottle of champagne.

‘Plop!’

‘Spluuuuuuuuurt.’

His cum shot out a good foot into the air in globby and thick ropes. Falling down on top of Alex and Ashley’s heads, covering their hair, muzzles, tongues, and tits in sticky, salty, cheetah cream goodness. Ashton’s stockpile of cum just kept coming and coming, and shot into the hot spring, too. After about five or six ropes, his nut started to weaken, and it turned into an ooze out from the slit in the tip of his dick by the twelfth.

Ashton panted as he caught his breath, he hadn’t had a nut like that in a long time. Was he dreaming? He sure hoped he wasn’t, otherwise, he’d have a lot of cleaning up to do once he woke up. He closed his eyes and pinched himself in the thigh multiple times. He wasn’t dreaming, thank the gods. With a few more deep breaths to catch his breath, he tilted his head up to look at the girls who just gave him the best orgasm he’d ever had. 

His eyes went wide and he felt all the blood in his system travel straight to his dick when he saw the tiger and the caracal kissing. Their faces covered in his seed, their lips locked together, and their tongues pushing into the inside of each other’s cheeks. Their tits still hugged his dick, and their lips were just a mere inch away from the tip of his cock, which made the fact that they were making out just that much hotter. 

“Mmmmnhhmm…”

With cum dripping off of her chin and onto the dick and tits below, Ashley purred. And after a minute of making out with the tiger and trading tongue with her, she pulled away. As their lips parted, a large amount of Ashton’s cum spilled from their lips and onto his dick. Multiple strings and strands of cum and saliva remained connecting the girls together as they slowly pulled apart, panting hot breaths into each other’s faces and staring into each other’s mouths as they did. They weren’t just kissing and trading tongues; they were snowballing, pushing Ashton’s cum from mouth to mouth. 

With a heavy pant, Alex closed her mouth and swallowed, and Ashley did the same soon after. 

‘Gllllp…’

Ashton’s head fell back onto the ground and he was out like a light. He couldn’t handle the hotness. The soft thump that his head made had the girls turning to look, and once they realized that Ashton had passed out from their actions, they smirked, laughed, and sunk back down to sit in the hot springs. They continued their previous conversation while they waited for the cheetah to regain consciousness.

“What do you think about the new strawberry and cream Dr. Pepper?” Ashley asked Alex. 

“I haven’t tried it yet.” The tigress replied. 

Even though Ashton was down for the count, his dick didn’t quite get the memo; it stood rock hard and occasionally twitched and throbbed as if it were still being toyed with. Maybe when he woke up again, they could go for round two. Maybe this time with a little more penetration.

“Me neither… -Hic!-” The caracal shrugged her shoulders and laughed at her own hiccup.

“Want another glass of wine?”

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Art by TotesFleisch8 

Ashley by Mutagen 

Ashton by SpaceCamper