Help the tigergirl

Quickly, Cathleen picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it towards the wolfgirl, aiming for her head. She missed, only hitting her in the shoulder, but that was enough. Her being distracted for a second, looking confused in Cathleen's direction and thus reducing the strength used to pin her opponent down, was all the tigergirl needed. In one swift motion, she broke free, handily swung around the wolfgirl's shoulder and stood now on her opponent's buttcheeks while pulling her arms back, using all her weight to **** her down. The wolfgirl desperately tried to stand up but slipped on a puddle of precum she herself had leaked out just seconds earlier. She fell flat to the ground, and in the same instant, the tigergirl rammed her cock deep into her ass. The wolfgirl growled and tried to shake her off but couldn't free her arms, and whenever she managed to raise her waist, the rough pounding of the tigergirl slammed her right back to the ground.

Perfect. Now her quality will be even better, Cathleen thought while noticing something. The two younger wolfgirls had not fled. They neither looked terrified nor showed any intent to intervene.

Their alpha lost the territorial fight, why aren't they fleeing? Do they see the tigergirl as their new pack leader? Even though she's a different species? Anyway, I must write that down!

Cathleen hurried to pull her notes out of her pouch, documenting in detail what she saw. She wished she knew whether the two were the ex-alpha's young or just part of her pack in order to evaluate their behavior. It was not uncommon for wolfgirls to have multiple sub-alphas in their pack, considering they often hunted in groups. The two also didn't look very similar, but that could just mean they had different beta parents.

While Cathleen was still thinking, the Tigergirl had halted her motion, pressing her dick as deeply in as she could and making it obvious she was cumming. She let go of her sub's hands, but she no longer had the strength or even the determination to fight back, as her resolve was drained and her beta instincts step by step started to surface. Her bulging muscles smoothed out and her balls began to lose size, slowly revealing her pussy. The tigergirl didn't even wait for the process to finish, the small opening was all the reason she needed to switch holes and continue to pound her sub with all her might. The whimpers of the wolfgirl turned into moans of pleasure.

So she is not here for a quick one, she wants it all. Nice, now I can just wait till she fucked herself tired!

And so, Cathleen waited.

Eight. Hours.

When the tigergirl finally let go, it was clear as day that the wolfgirl had gone completely beta and had not the slightest bit of resolve left in her. Her once-proud penis now measured not even two inches, all her muscles were gone and she even appeared to have shrunk a bit. She didn't move, just laid slightly twitching in the pond of cum that had gushed out of her. The tigergirl stood up and turned around. Her erection had not calmed down one bit, and now she turned to the young ones. Both lowered their heads, and the catgirl grinned as she continued her sexual rampage.

You got to be kidding me!, Cathleen thought as the tigergirl ravaged the young ones. Watching the scene for eight hours straight, her own cock was so rock hard it almost hurt, but if she couldn't risk jacking off. If she got noticed now, all would be vain. Or worse. She bit her lip and continued to write down her observations, waiting for the tigergirl to finally finish.