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Calastia bit into the pillow. It was the only way to keep from crying out. In the silent, empty night, the wet slap of knot to that komodo's soft-scaled folds sounded like war drums. Above her, Marya knelt, holding her, squeezing deeply into those thickly padded hips as the somber old husky simply devastated the reptile beneath her.

It wasn't fair. Cal was bigger, heavier, probably even stronger than the dog. She should have been on top. Yet when Marya began to speak, she had melted to her voice, her accent, to the intense look in those cold blue eyes. And now, every time she thought she should try to show some initiative, show a little of her own dominance, that knot spanked against her, making her growl and whimper in bliss as she mauled that pillow like prey.

The old dog was going hard with her. The strokes thudded hard, resonating through the komodo's thick frame. From thighs to rump to swaying belly, she jiggled with the force of that firm, insistent fucking. Her tail lay lazily off to the side, flopped onto the creaking bed as it sagged beneath her weight. As she clutched at that pillow, biting it, clawing it, she closed her eyes and felt ecstasy creeping up through her muscles, leaving her chubby, glistening form slumping down, completely overtaken by the brutal delight of that pounding knot.

Marya panted above, wordlessly. Her eyes were locked onto her prize, that fat, green backside that rocked with the motions of her sturdy hips. She plunged, aiming that knot forward. It slapped against tight, constricting folds, sending a spatter of Cal's thickly-flowing juices all around, raising the scent of sex through the room. Sweat rolled down those scaled thighs she was nestled between. The komodo's tail was too thick to get her hands all the way around, but she grabbed it, and tugged, hard.

Pushing, spreading, stretching just a little, she worked that knot in. Jamming it in. Not forcing it, but merely sliding it a little at time somewhere where it fit perfectly. Feathers flew beneath as the moaning girl seemed set on devouring that pillow. Her moans became growling screams. Noise unlike anything Marya had heard, but she didn't falter. She gripped and tugged and fucked that reptile, until with a sloshing POP, they were locked together, solidly tied, and stuck like that for a good long time. She could feel Cal throbbing, squeezing around her, unable to even handle how good it felt to have it in her, testing her limits. And she didn't pause for more than a second. Rocking her hips back and forth. Slowly, then faster, then rougher. Husky nuts slapped komodo scales, while the thick young reptile hissed her overwhelmed approval.

Though already grown wet, sweaty, and destructive, their night together was just getting started.

~~~~~

"No no honey, don't walk like you're ashamed of it!"

Li took hold of Layla's hips after watching her take a few steps. The big dragonness squeezed the juicy curves of the smaller, but similarly curvy husky. Layla's cheeks burned at the touch, and she stiffened a bit, which just ended up bumping her back against that massive set of tits that adorned the black and white candy dragon. She murmured to herself, a little uncomfortable, but grateful for the visit. Li's breath was hot and smelled like Skittles, even from that angle.

"You've got to swaaaaay. They already want it. Let them know you know how to use it!"

With a grip that bordered on groping, she pushed Layla's hips to the side, urging her to arch them.

"Li, I don't really think-"

"Go on! Sway with me, girl. Gimme that wiggle."

Layla softly giggled, shyly. But with a rather strong hold, she moved a few more paces, guided along. Li sashayed her massive backside behind her, like a heavy, scaly caboose.

"Yeah. Yeah! Okay, so I'm seeing that ass. Let's put some tail in it. You've got the curly tail, use it!"

Uncertain, Layla bit her lip, lifting up her tail. This was weird. She was lounging around in the dragoness' living room, both in their underwear. How she'd been talked into this, she didn't know, but she had said she should start living a more exciting life. So she wagged that tail, slowly. Swishing it side to side as she rocked her hips, standing as tall as she could so that her perky, heavy butt stuck out. As well as her cushy belly, a little bit. She felt her cheeks get even warmer.

"Now I just look fat. And drunk."

"Shut uuuuup," the dragoness insisted, and gave her a light spank. Layla yelped. "You look like a soft, juicy pillow and I wanna lick your booty."

"What do I even do with my hands? They're just... there."

"You'll figure it out! Now wiggle! More wiggling!"

Li's enthusiasm was so over the top that Layla couldn't help herself. She grinned a little and swished some more.

"Unf. Yeah. That's it. I wanna eat that ass numb," Li moaned, and it was hard to tell how much she was playing it up.

Layla stopped and just teasingly put her hands up, palms pushing away. "Back. Bad dragoness. And anyway, I don't think I can quite compare to you, the queen of ass."

Li put her hands on her hips and just shot a big, toothy grin. "You're learning from the best. Keep swishing like that, and you'll be sitting on a guy's face every night at this rate."

By now Layla felt like her cheeks were going to start giving off steam with how warm they were. "Come on... you really think a guy would want that?" She had to admit the idea made her kinda tingly.

"I want it," Li answered. "And I know a thing or two about sitting on guys. If you were into girls, there would be just so many things I'd do to you."

Without even realizing she was doing it, Layla started wagging. A compliment on how she looked always did that to her. "Really...? I mean... oh, you're just being a big tease."

The big fatty dragon came closer, and just pulled her into a friendly hug. Which left Layla pretty snugly face-to-tits until she wiggled away a little. "No teasing. You make me wet, you know that? There are so many things I could show you."

Squirming, Layla bit her lip again, her ears going flat. "But I don't... I don't really think I... like..." She was stammering. It sounded so pathetic, she thought, which just made her stammering worse.

"I know you don't, sweetie. I'm not going to pressure you." Li relaxed her big squeezy hug a little. "But if you're ever horny, or just want to try something..."

Layla huffed. There was that tingle again. And... was she getting wet? This was so different, so far from what she was used to. But someone that was just so firm in wanting her, so understanding yet shameless. She gave a doggy groan in her indecision. Rolling it around in her head, trying to picture what the hell the two of them would even do.

She was still tingling. And yeah, she was definitely getting wet. With a sigh, she just steadied herself, and then stood up on her toes as high as she could reach to drag a wet doggy slurp across her scaly friend's cheek. They met eyes, blue husky to purple dragon, and broke into a shared grin.

"This is weird and you're weirder," Layla teased. "But I think maybe... just maybe... we should try... something. Some thing. A thing."

She felt her feet leave the ground as she was dragged into that hug again, squished against thick gut and heavy breasts, and any words of hesitance were muffled into thick dragon lips, as she tasted that sweet candy breath mingling with her own. This was going to be... a learning experience.

~~~~~

It wouldn't stop. It would not stop. Angelene bounced, and bucked, and ground her juicy ass into the demon's lap, pushed her back, thumped, rubbed, rode it out. The cackling creature bucked right back, plunging her thick cock beneath those lifted tailfeathers. Balls deep in eagle rump, bucking upwards while quivering with pleasure as orgasm surged through her, the darkly striped hyena kept her hands firmly planted around Angie's plush, feathery breasts, squeezing deeply into them as she gushed seed up her backside.

Between the deep grope to her sensitive chest, and the sheer sensation of cum pumping deeper and deeper inside of her, Angelene was gushing. She had never felt anything like it. Though that demon's cock was stuffed deeply in her rear, her pussy came pouring forth, squirting all over her thighs, making a sloppy, sex-scented mess that simply would not cease. Not with Shirazi filling her up like that.

It was like they were frozen in time, the bird rubbing herself against the demon's balls, the hyena just bouncing her in her lap, generously jiggling feathery butt while she came. That eagle had a gorgeous rump, and it was making her cum, and cum, while she alternatively snarled, giggled, and groaned. It was terrifying to even imagine what was going on back there, the drooly, toothy demon sounding like she was going mad with lust as she pumped that booty full, but Angie was so lost in the sensations and scents that she just moaned her way musically through orgasm after orgasm all blended into one.

She could feel herself being pushed to the limits of what her body could handle. Pleasure surged through her mind until she felt like she was going to pass out, wavering and swaying atop the hyena's cock. And as those twitching nuts just kept unloading into her, shot after shot of warm demon seed, she felt herself outright stretching. She didn't stop to consider how it worked, but she soon could feel her stomach itself swelling with the creamy load. Just slightly at first, making her soft middle a little more taut, and then beginning to swell, and expand. Rounding out, bloating. Her hands went to it, cradling it, groaning. Just how much longer could this go on?

Soon she could swear she could taste it, and she felt herself falling, slipping back and into the demon's embrace, who held her and humped her ass, squeezing out the last few gushes, leaving the bird thick and swollen as if knocked up with triplets. Her voice, usually so strong and steady, was a series of breathy whimpers as she curled and uncurled her talons, slowly rocked her hips back and forth, and basked in the complete breakdown of all higher thought while her body struggled to cope with such an intense release, the last of her pulsing, contracting squirts finally coming to a close.

It was all a mess, a hot, musky mess between the two of them. She felt Shirazi's forked tongue against her cheek, and she rubbed against it. It occurred to her that she hadn't even remembered to breath in a while, and such gasped heavily, catching her breath. In those moments, swimming in the hyena's scent, pressed warmly into her thick fur, she felt her mind wandering. Her thoughts bent, twisted on themselves, as if no longer her own. Images of indulgence and shamelessness flashed through her mind, filling her with ideas, desires, ambitions. A whole world unlike any she had imagined before began to expand before her mind's eye, exposing her to hedonistic thoughts she had never before fathomed.

It faded with time, until she snapped out of it, blinking, her thoughts her own once more. Fattened on pure hyena cum, exhausted, and really not willing to move a muscle, she happily sighed and sank down against Shirazi, feeling her feathers being fixed and admired over from hips to head. She was going to have to spend more time with this little psycho.

~~~~~

"One more. One more, spotty... bitch... cat."

The heavyset wolf slurred his words as he slammed the empty double shot to the bar. The impact left his head swimming, the sound at the same time so loud and yet so distant. One of his ears drooped.

"Yer fuckin'... cheat.... cheetah... heh... "

Beside him, Zari calmly lowered her empty drink. She looked, outwardly, as steady as a statue. Behind her calm gaze in his direction, and her small, slightly cocky smirk, she was a mess. The world was spinning, and she could only think two words at a time, having to stop and consider each one before she said it, to play with it and practice in her head to avoid slurring.

"Looks like... you're losing." Her words were slow, carefully pronounced, and she sat very still as she spoke to avoid toppling over. The floor behind her stool seemed magnetized, pulling at her, but aside from a lazy swish of her tail, she remained solid.

The bar was dark and quiet, left all to the two of them. Even the bartender had departed, trusting the wolf with the place. He grunted, wavered, and poured another set of double whiskeys. A vague snarl of defiance came over him as he knocked it back, and dropping the glass to the bar afterwards. Zari gulped hers as well, smacking her lips, then wiping them with her wrist, carefully. Too vigorous and she'd knock herself over.

They watched each other for a time, through blurred eyes. Zari remained erect, sphinx-like in her pose, while Lucifer slumped deeper and deeper into his seat. She held on. Her claws dug into the base of the stool to steady herself. He seemed to be ready to just fall asleep. But a bet was a bet, and they hadn't exactly made any rules.

Slowly, as if she were walking a tightrope above a canyon, she reached out. She teetered dangerously, her stool wobbling beneath her. But managed to touch him, and planted her palm on his shoulder. Then she just shoved.

The wolf potato-sacked to the floor, and she laughed heartily. The push was the last straw, and she followed him, landing atop his big gut and splaying herself over it. He grunted from the impact, and laid his head back.

"Fuckin' cheat with yer... fuckin... tail..."

She just nibbled his neck as she lay on him. "Looks like I get to keep mine... and you... not so much..."

Working carefully, she began to unbuckle him. Her fingers were less than half as precise as usual, but that was still better than most. Enough tugging and she got his pants open, playing with his semi-hard cock once she did. Just wrapped it right up in her fingers and gave it a few tugs, still nibbling on him.

Energy returned to her, and she found a new focus when she stripped him a little more, lugging his hips up a little while she lifted her skirt. It wasn't easy to lift him even a little without his help, but he eventually obliged with a grunt.

"You lost," she purred, licking him. "And now I'm gonna fuck you, fatass."

He vaguely snarled, but he was hard, his knot popping out of his sheath as she rubbed it against her belly. Sliding between his legs, firm, she pushed up at the base of his tail, slowly spreading him, stuffing her hard kitty cock right up into the big tough guy wolf, pinning him and biting his throat possessively, ready to pound him out of the last of his remaining senses until she collapsed.

~~~~~

Without a moment's thought, Afrikasi went straight to the source of that intoxicating scent, pushing his nose between and under the smooth, rounded heft of those grapefruit-sized balls. Pushing inwards to self-smother in the rich warmth of the oryx's scent, he breathed in deeply, holding it in until he huffed back out with a silent sigh. Dairinn smelled good. Exotic and sweetly musky. He simply had to have more.

As for her, she relaxed in her chair, legs spread wide, breathing softly. The painted jackal, with his elaborate face markings, his tightly bound braids, his mysterious, expressive eyes, was such a prize, simply to look at. Even better to have him kneeling there as if at prayer, worshipping her ebon sack as thick equine cock stood tall and hard above him.

"That's it, dear. You may have as much as you want," she said, giving a low, feminine moan as he sniffed at her balls with such adoration.

He loved a good scent, a distinct, pleasing musk, and she had all of it he could possibly need. Pulling back and panting briefly after that deep sniff, he licked over his lips and, and clapsed her shaft in both hands, tugging it up and down with delicate, tender touches. And then his tongue, starting from the very bottom, working his way up her length in the longest, slowest slurp of his smooth,wet tongue he could possibly managed, tracing a path of drool right up to her flared tip, and then swishing it over the the wide slit atop it to smear her free-flowing pre into his mouth.

And then back down, just as slowly as before, careful to take in every last detail of her flare, her bulging medial ring, the base of her sheath and then down between her balls once more. He was very good at worshipping what he liked, and the taste was something he could not stand to go without for a moment.

She reached down, digging her fingers into his braids, taking a clasping hold. Nothing too forceful, but it felt good to hold him, to claim him like that. And it just seemed to spur on his admiration all the more. He pressed his tongue beneath one of her massive nuts. Even on its own it was a considerable effort to fit it into his mouth, but he kissed it, slurped it, and slowly pushed it past his lips, spreading his jaws wide. By the time it was resting within, pinning his tongue, bulging his cheeks, he couldn't even swallow. Drooling, he suckled it as long as he could, taking short, sharp breaths through his nose, until he slipped it back out, leaving it to bounce free and jiggle her heavy sack. A moment to breathe, and he did it with the other, as wetly as before, leaving those balls glistening by the time he was done.

"You, dear, are simply marvellous." Dairinn straightened her legs out and gave another long moan. "I could get used to your presence. What would you think of that? To come by and lick my cock whenever you like?"

He responded with a lick up along her shaft once more, until he could meet her broad slit with his lips, kissing it, and trailing the very tip of his tongue along it to sweep away the pre his thorough ball-sucking had inspired. She gripped his hair a little tighter, and took hold of her shaft with the other hand, pressing the tip against his cheek, and simply wiping it all along his face. From cheek to forehead, right up to his scalp, then back down around and under his chin, and over his softly smirking lips, she left him slathered in her pre, his fur smeared and matted.

His fur paint held up perfectly, as if it were his true colour, and he was left licking his lips and looking pleased, silently gazing up to the thick-cocked boss he was enjoying so much. He would like that very much, he knew, and it was clear on his face without needing to say a word.