The same car, the same sabertooth and tiger, a few months in the future. Ari was showing now, her changing body serving to remind her day and night of the moment of passion that left her full of Fzzr’s cubs. His devotion to her had only grown, and the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her hadn’t faded in the slightest. Today she recognized from his breathing the same barely suppressed need that had given them that magic experience, and felt her body respond in turn just as it had that day. With a twist of mischief, she said, “hey, do you wanna do a little reenactment-”

Just a few minutes later, Ari once again found herself the subject of Fzzr’s breathless attention. His hand on her abdomen ever so carefully avoided her baby bump even as he pounded away with the same determination that gave it to her in the first place. Ari’s body responded in kind, his passion feeding into hers, echoing back and growing greater still. Fzzr didn’t stop even when his cum erupted into her. Ari only knew she felt her pussy grow warmer, fuller, and slicker with fluid that frothed out and dripped down her thigh. With that she reached her own release, clamping down on his shaft like her body needed him to breed her all over again.

Their orgasms faded, but Fzzr stayed where he was, perhaps so overcome with the afterglow that he didn’t think to move or perhaps simply not wanting to lose even a single second that could be spent inside her. In time he withdrew, followed by a stream of their mixed fluids that pooled on the seat cushion. “You’ll -ah- clean that up, right?” Fzzr nodded, but Ari soon realized his misunderstanding as she felt his rough tongue brush through her matted fur, stimulating her flushed loins.

She looked back at him and caught a glimpse of his cock once again stiffening, still slick with their juices. Another blush of warmth from within her answered. Maybe their next “reenactment” wouldn’t be all that far off at all.