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"Come on, it'll be just like camping, except we're all naked and also a dragon eats us!"

Such was the slightly squeaked rallying cry from the short-statured fruit bat as he led the group along the path. Though among the shortest in the gathering, Cain the one-eyed bat was stocky and well-built. He bounced along the trail in anticipation with every step. The last signs of civilization, with its glimmering lights and parking lots had long since faded behind. Behind him, a tall, indulgently curvaceous eagle spoke in a soft and sweet voice.

"There's no need to keep convincing us," Angelene told him, as she alternatively stretched and folded her wings, feeling the warm, wild air running through her feathers. "You have us all quite on the hook, so to speak!"

"I know!" Cain nodded vigorously as he went along. "But, like, you know. Excitement."

"We're all plenty excited too, for certain," came a smooth contralto voice. Xanthe was difficult to read both in tone and appearance, but the blindfolded crow kept in pace with the rest of them without pause.

"I know I am!" came the eager giggle of Keedee, the bright-blue-eyed hyena. Her steps had a certain bounce to them, softly jiggling her bust, and adding a slight vibration to her constant little snickers.

"Yeah, don't worry about a thing, bats." Mahiri offered a smile to Cain as he followed the rest, keeping to the rear as the leopard's tail swished along behind him. "You know me. Always looking forward to getting eaten in new and excited ways."

"Oh, that, I can definitely assure will happen. We should be almost - oof!" The bat stumbled as he tripped over a log. It was one of several, laid out surrounding a dormant firepit. "This would be the spot. I'm so blind. Ah, meaning no offence."

Xanthe waved a hand. "Oh don't worry. I'm more aware than you," she teased, deftly stepping over one of the logs and taking a seat for herself.

Cain beamed. "Probably! How does that work, anyway? Sorry, you probably get asked that constantly and it's really annoying but we haven't really hung out before, so..."

The crow gave him a crook of her beak, a subtle smile. "It's quite simple. I just listen, and feel. For example, close your eye, and focus..."

The bat did as she told, doing his best to concentrate.

"There, now, listen. Deeper, deeper. That's it." Xanthe sat crosslegged, carefully balanced on that makeshift seat, like a monk. She raised her hands, fingers together as if in deep meditation. "Now, through great focus, it has become apparent to me... that you are sporting a fat boner right now."

Cain simply squeaked in surprise, and the rest couldn't help but laugh. He joined them in a moment, cheeks hot. "Geez. That's good. Well, no secrets here!"

He soon had company where he sat when Keedee hopped into his lap, cuddling up and getting snug with the bulge everyone knew about. "Yep! Can confirm!" she giggled.

Angelene sat down with Xanthe, putting a wing about her, while Mahiri just knelt and had a look over that firepit. Their guest, or maybe it was host, hadn't arrived yet, so he went ahead and gathered up a few conveniently nearby pieces of wood to get a small campfire going. The glow and crackle got them all settled in after their hike, and the shimmering flames reflected off fur and feathers alike as the relaxed a while.

It also served well as a beacon to attract their evening predator. Michael emerged from the bushes smoothly, drawing seven eyes from the five of them. Perhaps they expected a heavy, lumbering dragon, but instead they got the elegant, noodle-like motion of a more whiskered style. He smiled to them as he saw them, his violet and brown and white fluff and scales shiny in the firelight.

"Well hello! What a fine bunch you've brought me," he said, making Cain grin.

They got themselves introduced, while basking in the presence of the dragon. He had a certain sweetness all about him. Perhaps a bit like grapes. Certainly it explained why a fruit bat like Cain was so enamoured on him. He sat, slightly coiled and smiling over each of them in turn. But there was only so much sitting he could do.

"Now! As pleasant as relaxing by the fire all evening might be, I suppose you're all about ready to start? I'll just need you slipping out of those clothes of yours. Perhaps I could digest them too, but much easier to simply give them back! Especially a nice outfit like yours." He nodded to Xanthe, and though she couldn't see the gesture, she could sense it just fine.

She smiled, and stood. It wasn't especially fashionable, at least by her usual standards, though she had been sure to accessorize with a scarf and a fancy belt. Both of which she removed from herself, making a nice pile that grew as she stripped from buttons, from zippers, and revealed sleek black feathers one by one. Ever finely-groomed, she reflected the orange of the dwindling fire and coals. Such simple yet bold undressing soon had the others following suit.

Cain was thankful to have Keedee out of his lap as she bounded to her feet. Not because she unwelcome in the slightest, but because it let him stand and finally free his cock, which everyone knew was already hard. The bat was nicely hung, catching the hyena's eye as she turned to see, bringing a great pleased grin to her lips.

Another time, and they might well have taken things beyond a good look, but they had a dragon to taste. Keedee gave the bat a glance, then the dragon, her giggles vibrating her body all the while, even if she was valiantly managing to keep them mostly silent. Then she took the bat by the hand and led him on over. Michael just remained in his curled up position, adjusting himself slightly to accommodate their approach.

They didn't really have to say anything, silently agreeing on exactly where they needed to be. Keedee flopped to her knees and got in deep with the dragon's ample nuts, provoking a brief snort from Michael as he began to stiffen for her, cock sliding smooth from its slit just above her head, all bright and purple, carrying with it an unnaturally sweet scent to match. His balls were plenty tasty right along with it, as Keedee got to slurping, getting herself buried against the generous orbs, rubbing lips and tongue up and down as she greedily sniffed away.

Mid-slurp, she glanced over to the rest of the crowd, and gave a quick invitation. "Cat! Birds! Come over here and lick something! He's delicious!"

Michael could only chuckle at the small hyena's abundant enthusiasm, slowly rolling right over onto his back so that he could fully offer up every single thing he had. Along with gentle musk, that inexplicable scent remained in all his crevices and details, perfect for slurping out by any who wished to savour it. Much like sweet grapes, it was nearly like candy on Keedee's tongue, and soon she had a leopard beside her joining in the sampling.

Mahiri smished broad hips to hips, right against the hyena as he knelt to go for the dragon's sack right along with her. She didn't at all mind sharing, and so those two began to slather and jiggle both balls with their wet attention. There was a sloppy hyena tongue on the one side, wet and flinging spit all over the dragon's delicious nuts, while the leopard pressed in firm with that pleasantly rough texture, working in slow, long drags up and down to really make Michael's balls tingle. Their reward was the firming presence of a bright purple cock pressing up between their eager working muscles, dripping with flavour they were sure to get to.

In truth, neither of them had really seen the bat at his lewdest, and so they had to pause in their ministrations when he got going. He was already so impressively hung for his short stature, with bat cock pressed up against his well-toned middle. That was perfect for grinding on the underside of the dragon's outstretched noodle-tail as he splayed himself across it, straddling. His head was soon in the mix along with the leopard and hyena, but instead of sack he went straight for the warm ring that was Michael's rim.

An ample source of that omnipresent flavour like that kept the bat good and occupied a while. He dug right in, sparing no indulgence as he worked his tongue all around with long, flexible slurps. There was plenty that tongue of his could do, including extending to a great length to properly adore on and worship every little detail of the long dragon's ass. His face became the picture of contented focus as he happily squeak away, eating that increasingly sweat-covered rear for dinner.

The three of them were being hogs with all the sexy, musky points of the dragon's body, but that didn't mean there was nothing for the birds to play with. They stepped in casually, walking slow alongside each other. Angelene nodded to Michael as he lay sprawled, softly moaning, savouring and soaking in all the attention. He licked his lips back at her, wordlessly.

"And just where would you like us to be, good dragon?" she politely asked.

"Mmmm." His voice was through a haze, given all the combined pleasures being worked on him all at once like that. But he still found enough of himself to respond. "I think the lovely crow already has the right idea."

Xanthe had honed in on what she wanted, standing tall and then leaning down to clutch around one of the dragon's ankles. Those upturned feet of his had drawn her in, and so she tapped her beak against the padded soles, testing and sampling their texture before applying tongue. Basking in the dying fire's heat, the dragon's feet were plenty sweaty, and the mixed sweet and salty taste drew plenty of attention from the crow's slow but precise licks.

Angelene simply smirked, and gave him another nod. Then she snatched at his other foot, quite conveniently unattended, and began to repeat the process. Her beak had a very different feel to it, with its curve rather than the straight shape of the crow's. That meant she could carefully scritch and scrape over and between those pads, giving Michael a firm massage even before she started tasting. Normally, an eagle's beak was rather deadly, but she had clearly done some work to soften it, its point still potent for the dragging across those tender roles, but doing him no harm.

Soon she was licking as well, using a powerful eagle tongue, and Michael was simply in heaven. The slurping brigade was led perhaps most eagerly by the bat as he indulged in the dragon's fruit-filled flavour, just the sort of thing a sweetness-loving bat like him always craved. But the rest were moving almost as quickly to fully indulge him in their saliva-laden worshipping. Once the first taste was on their tongues, they couldn't help but want more, and with each passing moment, each mouthful of dragon musk that swam into their senses, the speed, the strength, the thoroughness of the tasting became even more intense.

The result was a very horny dragon, put simply. That cock with its faint glow illuminated even brighter, as it pulsed at full brightness amid all the attention. Dripping plenty of curiously purple pre, it hits its peak firmness and gave an almost dire throb. It made Michael curl his toes and groan out for a while, almost wanting to simply cum right there from all the pleasures coming at him at once. Keedee was sucking on one of his balls. Cain plunging tongue into his hind end. Angie was nibbling on one of his toes, and Xanthe was outright sucking another.

And Mahiri was still tending to the dragon's sack until he ventured upwards to taste around the base of his cock. Michael saw that and gave another throb, one that provoked him to act rather than just let his thumping arousal simmer. He gave a shift of his hips, and rubbed his shaft against the leopard's face a few times, thoroughly glazing him up and down, smearing him in combined pre and sweat to stifle all his thoughts with overwhelmingly sweet musk.

"Oh, cute leopard. I would quite enjoy turning you into cum, if you don't mind." He threw it out as casually as anything. "You will of course be back without any fuss, just in case you weren't certain. Same goes for any else who might like to take the plunge into me."

Mahiri's response was a lick right up to the spreading slit at the very tip of Michael's shaft. By the way the cat was purring, the dragon probably didn't need to ask any more questions. And he would have simply started consuming the soft, bare curves of the elegantly spotted feline, but instead he decided to ensure it would feel even better.

He knew Cain well enough by then to surprise him with something he knew the bat would love. It started as simply wrapping the flexible length of his tail around the fruit bat's waist, giving a squeeze and securing him. Cain didn't really respond to such, simply continuing to hump the length of tail pressed up against his thick bat cock, licking at Michael's rear all the while. Only when that tight grip began to shove him forward did he squeak in surprise.

Just as expected, there were no complaints. Not that Cain had much room to give them, soon muffled in the grip of the dragon's warmly expanding pucker. It wrapped about his ears first, and then began to sweatily inch over his face. Though remaining tight, keeping the bat right in place, it was easily flexible to insert the entire male, as Michael huffed steam through the process, feeling the bat's soft fur and leather-textured wings massaging him once he was working down the rest of his body.

Stuff, shove, and squeeze, and that was that. At least mostly. The bat was entirely inserted up the the fluffy dragon's ass, aside from his feet as they squirmed about, grasping with long toes at nothing in particular. Michael wrapped his tail around the bat's ankles, and began to tug, inching him back out, only to shove him in once more, grinding the bat's head against his prostate.

"Mm. Bat plug. That should make this feel even better. Now, where were we?"

He sat up some, if only to place a hand on the back of Mahiri's head, clutching deep into the leopard's silky hair. It was unnecessary really, but the pleasure of squeezing all around the bat, using him as a toy, tugged back and forth, was really fuelling his greedy lust. Hornier by the second, to a degree he could barely think straight, with the birds still worshipping his feet in eager pecks and licks, and the cute hyena making a mess of his balls. He needed that cat down inside them, and so he wasted no more time.

A buck of his hips smothered Keedee deep in dragon nuts, making her giggle as they wrapped around her head, enveloping her right up to the ears. More importantly, the motion began the process of turning the spotty cat to cum, as he got his muzzle quickly stuffed down the violet length of the dragon's dripping dick. The cat got completely trapped within, overwhelmed both by scent and the strength of the squeezes on him, while his moaning face was outlined tightly in Michael's shaft as he tugged it towards his balls.

It was like a flash, even if the actual process took a minute or two. It was still much faster than a cock ought to have been able to consume a curvy cat like him. Up over shoulders and right down to his waist in a single pre-flinging gulp, and Michael only paused at the leopard's booty, wanting to savour the sensation of that ample curve being compressed as it began a bulge in his cock. It was tempting to stop and stroke himself, squeezing on the leopard as his muzzle neared the base, but he knew it would feel even better to get him all the way down.

Mahiri's own hard cock slickly popped into the wide cockslit as it consumed the rest of him, grinding smoothly within as it remained pinned to his belly. For that moment, Michael had to pause just a little longer to admire the sight of the cat all trapped in dragon cock. From his clearly pleasured expression, with mouth wide open, muffled moans making it through the layers of cockflesh, to his hips and curves and big girly rump. All belonging to the dragon, at least for now.

A certain squirm the bat gave within him, still buried down to his ankles in fruity-musk dragon butt, and Michael couldn't hold out any longer. He pushed on the kitty's wiggling paws and guided them on towards his shaft, sliding in the leopard's legs and tail with a lewdly wet sound that was almost exactly a slurp. That was what it looked like, as the clenching slit at end of the dragon's purple cock swallowed down the last of the cat, sending his bulge disappearing only to reemerge pressing out on those rapidly fattened nuts.

Keedee simply continued to lick and adore on them, adding some teasing pokes and prods to toy with the leopard within. She let out a surprise giggle to feel her fingers already sinking in to the outline of the leopard's form. The dragon's balls were audibly, loudly churning as they clenched in on their prey. Such tensing of muscles also meant it was even tighter inside for Cain, who could do little but muffledly squeak, and slurp a bit as his counter.

Michael was already rapidly digesting Mahiri into cum, so quickly that Keedee could feel it working on him as she massaged at the kitty's body inside those balls. At first mostly solid, if a bit softer than before, she was quickly pressing her grasping palms right into him, feeling him squish and melt right down as she touched him. Soon she wasn't really able to recognize what she was toying with anymore, as the cat's pleased rumbles faded and he was overtaken by the fruit-musky purple cream, rounding out the dragon's sack to hang heavier and filled up with all the seed he'd churned his prey into.

The final touch was a powerful throb that went right along with an even tighter clench. Long, wiggling toes protruded from his asshole while the added pressure finished Mahiri off. Keedee felt some remaining solids, some vaguely recognizable bits that were still squirming just a little, but with that last squeeze they simply became part of the sloshing weight, indistinguishable from all the rest of that heavy load of dragon cum.

Her response was just more giggling as knelt there outright dripping. She got plenty wet most of the time, but even for her it was exceptional. Running all down her thighs, competing with the dragon's fruity scent as she wafted sheer horniness to all around her. It was not missed by Michael's nose, but he had other things on his mind with his lust at least briefly satisfied. He raised his head, and sniffed back and forth over the elegant plumage on the two foot-worshipping birds.

"That's one cat down. And such pleasure has made me more aware of just how hungry I am. Now, there's no pressure if it's not quite to your tastes, but I'd love to swallow one or both of you fine feathered ladies."

Michael offered them a smile as he felt them remove their attention from his feet and toes to instead face his maw. Xanthe simply nodded, wordless, while Angie gave a pleasant chirp.

"Ooh, that sounds quite nice on an evening like tonight. I bet you're ever so warm inside!"

The left Michael with the unenviable decision on just who he wanted first. Angie looked more filling, with her curves plumper and more filled out than Xanthe's, but the crow just was so very sleek. Soft, shiny, sure to massage his throat all the way down. He breathed over each of them with warm dragon breath, just as enticing as his musk if not even more, and both in turn leaned automatically closer to his muzzle and jaws, allured by his scent.

Eventually he decided to open wide before the eagle's eyes, spreading drool and fangs before her. She'd fill him right up with all that meat to her feathery body. Once his needy hunger was all satisfied, he could afford the time with the crow. Eagle for gobbling, crow for savouring. That was just how it went.

And so he began, wrapping powerful around those naked feathers, stuffing Angie's head deep into his maw. He wasn't worried about that beak of hers. For one it was greatly dulled thanks to her special treatment, but a thick throat like his wouldn't have been bothered anyway even if it wasn't. Dragons were made for eating, even if he was a gentle one. He clutched all over Angie's curves, squeezing deep into breasts and butt to bring out cooing moans, as he stuffed her into his waiting gullet.

A heavy gulp, and he clenched again. It meant spurting a whole lot of pre right into Keedee's face, splatting her loud enough that it could be heard even over all the other noise. Her cackle of delight drowned out all else after that though. Even the slurping sound of swallowing the eagle, making a mess of all her feathers as her hefty bust bulged there in his throat. A roll of his head and he had her flailing upwards, not in panic but simply with the momentum. There was a pleasant ruffle of feathers, especially of her tail as she fluttered about between his lips, sucked upon but mostly just devoured.

She was plenty heavy, especially for a bird, as he discovered with every swallow. Not fat, or even chubby, but simply thick all over, ensuring she was a considerable weight directed down his long throat towards his belly. A toss and snap of his jaws had his teeth around her ankles. Drool dripped down her outstretched toes, and without prompting he had another helper moving close to pleasure his prey on the edge of consumption.

Xanthe stepped in to grasp at Angie's feet, giving them a few slow rubs and testing Michael's hungry patience. But he wanted to see just what she would do, so he gave her time to play with the bird between his lips, as the rest of her hung writhing happily in his gullet. Xanthe cawed softly, massaging the eagle's feet with careful fingers, before just leaning in even closer to give them a teasing lick. That provoked quite the squirm below, but there was nothing the eagle could do to escape the indulgent teasing.

After that, Michael leaned back just slightly, angling his head to more easily finish off his first meal. Xanthe of course couldn't see the show of those golden feed disappearing into the contracting grip of the dragon's throat, but all her other senses soaked it in just fine. Whether it was the sound of slick flesh running over soaked feathers, or the scent of his heated breath grown hotter in his enjoyment, or simply the sensation of his spit flinging onto her bare feathers, adding an even greater sheen to her night-feathered look. She stood close, barely moving, as the bulge of eagle descend downwards to finally resurface as a rounded bulge in purple belly. Which had her in the perfect position for Michael to strike.

As expected, the eagle was quite filling, taking him from hungry to satisfied in moments as she entered the humid chamber below. She wasn't a big squirmer, content instead to slowly rub herself against the walls around her, while also outright pleasuring that swollen eagle cunt with her fingers. He could heard her moans inside him, as could Xanthe, especially once Michael snapped his jaws around her. Though he'd told himself he'd savour her, he couldn't resist at least starting strong.

Once her silky body was resting on his tongue, mingling with the eagle's own rich flavour, he simply had to stop. All the momentum he'd built up in the previous moments just halted right there, changing the entire flow of the debauchery up until then. Mahiri still churned loudly in his nuts, bloating them out as a massive load, Keedee still slurped there at his sac, and the bat still wriggled in wonderful ways up his ass, but all of it was slower, following the dragon's lead and simmering down at least for the moment.

That gave him good opportunity to taste her, and even suck on her. He worked his tongue over every feather, finding a new pleasure of her velvety flavour in every single one. From face and beak, down her neck and to her breasts, he made sure not to miss anything, as he bathed her in all the drool she was helping form. She wasn't as curvy as the eagle, but she was so very smooth. He almost got lost in just tasting at her, almost forgot about all the other pleasures he still needed to experience with his remaining company. Only when his tongue delved between her thighs to taste her spicy arousal did he snap back to attention.

He kept her right in position as he tilted his head completely vertical, just letting all the accumulated saliva pour down his throat past her. With her sensitive feathers, it felt sheerly overwhelming, almost like a wet massage, and she curled her taloned toes to claw out in his gullet. He wanted to keep savouring her, he really did, but the more he felt her soft body against his tongue and mawflesh, the more he was thinking about how good it would feel to have her in his belly. So he simply had to finish eating her.

A toss, a gulp, and she went down easily. Well-lubricated by his drooling on her, beyond what her sleek feathers already provided. He took in her entire legs at once, clacking shut his jaws behind her feet and slowly waving back and forth as he swallowed her. That set him pulsing down below once more, treating his two remaining attendants to a bath of pre and a series of clenches respectively. The deeper Xanthe went down his throat, the more aroused he felt. Partly for how good she felt massaging him from within, and partly just in realizing it once his most pressing hunger was smoothed over and quieted for the moment.

One more good gulp, massaging the crow all the way down, and Michael's belly stretched out even farther with two trapped birds tautly wrapped in his stomach. They pressed together warmly, cuddling, grinding, and pretty well outright fucking once they were in position. There wasn't a lot of room to move within the increasingly hot chamber, but enough bumping and grinding against one another and they managed to make do. That meant pressing both their sexes together, dripping and engorged with juices, grinding back and forth with noise so wet Michael could hear it echoing all the way up his gullet. Schlick, schlick, schlick.

All appetites thus satisfied but one, he quickly rolled over again, getting to his feet. That sudden motion tumbled Keedee right over. She wasn't expecting it at all, so she was a mess of limbs and giggles as she ended up sprawled in the grass beneath him. Above here dripped that engorged dragon cock in all its pulsing violet glory. An especially thick drop of pre landed right on her muzzle, making her close her eyes and grin broadly. She moved to start sucking on him, but he had other plans.

Anyone who knew Keedee knew about her silly shameless tastes. Michael had only been told, but with how exceedingly wet she was, he knew she wouldn't fault him for a bit of force, a bit of control. So he reached down, long body arching, and seized her by the hips. That got her in position on her belly while he mounted up on her taut, spotty booty. A shove of his cock beneath her pussy had him nearly showered in her excessive juices. That crazy girl was nearly squirting just from how horny she was.

He just thrust back and forth a few times, not penetrating her but simply letting his cock sliding back and forth against the puffy black lips of her sex. The slick and slimy noise it made was enough that even Cain could hear it. He was comfortably snug, massaging at the dragon's prostate as he basked in inner musk, grinding his cock against the walls around him to get massaged at with each pleasured squeeze. The more aroused Michael got, the more he stimulated the bat, ensuring he gave plenty of pleasure back in exchange for using him as a living ass toy.

It would have been fun to just grind on that squirming 'yena until she outright screamed for it. Michael might have done so, just to hear what wild noises she made, if he hadn't stuffed that leopard down his dick. As it stood, there was such pressure, such strain to hold that oversized Mahiri-made orgasm-to-be, that he was biting his lip to not just moan out from the tension. Beneath his lifted tail, things were even tighter for the bat, second by second. If those insides weren't so welcoming and soft, the clamping might have hurt.

Instead, it just meant both bat and dragon alike were getting a sultry massage with each other. It fuelled the dragon's lust to almost dangerous levels. He needed an outlet, and that soakingly horny hyena was right there beneath him. Though he was good and gentle with her as he pushed in between her folds, teasing and then just penetrating in a smooth and messy stroke. His cock was a little big for her, not that she was complaining while being so wet, so he just got half of his purple meat within her and bucked a few decisive times.

She was so very noisy when she got fucked, and he was barely started. But with that load slushing about in his nuts, he was starting to think the little hyena's womb wouldn't be an adequate container. So instead, he pulled from her cunt, and got himself grinding wetly on the dark tight ring beneath her tail. Even tighter than her pussy, but he was soaking in their combined juices by then. She didn't protest one bit when he started firmly pressing in.

Keedee had clearly been fucked in the ass plenty before, still plenty tight but spreading for Michael without too much strain. She huffed and whimpered, not in pain, just in how sheerly overwhelmed she was with need. Her head slumped down to the grass and she just let her tongue hang right out of her jaws. It meant she tasted the dirt below, but she didn't care. Not when she had a cock throbbing that hard inside her, plunging into her rump until those oversized, kitty-stuffed balls thumped against her.

She could feel and hear all that hot fluid sloshing, the heat within radiating right out over her spots. It meant she was sweating before long. Drooling, moaning, loud and inelegant and yet ever so cute in her giggly need. Her belly was stretched right out with cock alone, which was only a start to how big she was bound to get. A thrust to make sure she could truly accommodate every inch he wanted to give her, and got going. Hotly, deeply, with absolute burning need to unload absolutely every drop of cum he had into her spotted ass.

But first he wanted to be sure that she got the same release. He pumped her back and forth, defeating any effort she made to brace herself, despite knees and elbows digging into the dirt below. She was just rocked about as he fucked her, and just as he started gaining momentum she almost startled him with just how easy it was to get her off. He thought to pound it out of her, to fuck her in the ass as long as he could until he could finish her off with some clit-grinding, but it didn't take nearly as much effort.

Hardly a minute of potent backside-humping, feeling every little clench of those dragon nuts, and Keedee just squirted. And what a mess it was. She gushed so hard it could practically be called a load rather than just a few watery splats. It hit the ground below as the cumming hyena shook and bucked like some wild animal. He couldn't help but smirk at how amusing she looked and acted in the throes of pleasure.

That smirk faded when he felt her rapid motions have an effect on him. She was squeezing so very tightly, and he needed so badly to empty all he'd sloshed Mahiri into, that finally he just gave a half-roaring cry and buried himself in deep. Keedee slumped for a while, but she perked right up when she felt those telltale twitches. Not that she could be prepared for just how much cum was going to be inside her.

He clenched her hips tight at the first spray to ensure she didn't simply soar off his cock and across the little campsite. Her belly stretched down to the dirt as she rounded out to pregnant with the very first gush, feeling the weight of cum and even bones pumped all the way up to her belly in mere seconds. They clattered around in the fat load, filling up her belly with even more weight than the cum alone would have given, but they were nice and softened from the seed-laden digestion. And a hyena like her didn't mind some tasty bones in her stomach, after all.

Just to add to the collective pleasure, the birds inside Michael's belly seized the moment in their grinding feathered sex to sex to reach a climax of their own. It meant for even more jiggling during all the sloshing. Even all wrapped up in in his loudly working gut, their shared avian bliss was still audible. Angie with the higher voice, Xanthe's much lower, they called right out and shook against each other in a haze of ruffling feathers, gushing onto and even into each other's mashed-together pussies.

Keedee outright belched before long, drooling up some of that almost neon-coloured cum. She was about as full as if she had eaten Mahiri herself, her sloshing, clattering belly stretching until it was bigger than the rest of her. Beyond pregnant, she was pretty much a balloon. Albeit a very heavy on weighed down to the point of hardly being able to move. She could only vaguely kick and claw at the ground beneath her as Michael fucked that fat load right out of his nuts straight up inside her.

When he finally finished, his balls were back to their normal size. Which was to say still plenty plump, but not bloated with prey any longer. The pressure finally released, he relaxed all those flexed muscles and let the afterglow wash over him like a soothing waterfall. As he did, he became aware of the extra warmth where his butt-toy squirmed and sighed, letting him know the bat had cummed inside him. That made him smirk, as he licked his lips and pulled slowly from that stretched-out hyena.

She huffed and drooled and slumped right down, her belly shrinking as she gushed back some of the cum that filled her, even more pressure applied as he flopped down on her back. She felt the weight of the birds still in his belly, gurgling plenty but still solid. They shifted and prodded at her once they felt her, just comfortable sighing and settling together with their own orgasms lingering through their muscles.

As much as the bloating and then unloading had devastated the well-fucked hyena, she still had energy enough to roll back over once her back was down to a reasonable size. That left her looking up at the dragon's cock, smeared with her juices and all the cum he'd taken out with his backstroke. She extended her tongue teasingly, then outright just swiped it against his tip.

"I bet I could still take more. Maybe not another load like that though!" She giggled, her voice sounding drunken, half asleep.

"Oh, I won't be giving another load that big anytime soon. Not until I'm properly refilled. Perhaps with someone?" He quirked his head and looked down between his forelegs at her. "Someone small, someone prone to cackling, with a cute face and a tight, spotted booty? Know anyone like that?"

Her most coherent response was simply an extended moan. She nodded. He already had her hooked on him, but he decided it'd be even more fun to toy with her further.

"You saw how fast I melted down the kitty. And that was a juicy leopard, thick and meaty. Imagine just how quickly these dragon nuts will turn you into another load of bone-filled cum. Do you like the sound of that?"

A nose pushing all snugly to his cock tip was his answer, as if she meant to feed herself to it. He chuckled and just began grinding on her muzzle. His cockslit opened up broadly before her, spreading strands of sticky cum. And then her moans were muffled just like that, putting a musky muzzle on that noisy hyena as he began to suck her down. Clamping, grasping, and even dragging with practised inner grip like a gullet.

As she went inside, he made sure to further entice her. "I'll have you know I can put you wherever I like. Of course most will just be dragon cum. But perhaps I'll turn some of you to pudge? Or use you on my feet, make these pads thicker and softer?"

That last one got a certain squirm from her. He knew where she belonged, then. She was plenty smaller than the leopard, though she still had curves to spare. All the teasing about being little was just to work her up. And it seemed to be working, given the way she seemed to be trying to nearly leap into his cock. He humped at her trapped muscle, and had no trouble popping her inside. Once over her breasts, he gave them a good squeeze, provoking giggles inside his cock as he thrust back and forth, consuming her.

Every throb that ran through him lifted her up a little higher. There was more of her inside him with every clench, every swallow and eventually that meant his throbs lifted her right off the ground, her legs dangling, flexing, kicking. Toes curling as they neared that undulating cockslit. In her tail and her cushy ass went, the fluff tickling him just a little. Such a fluffy hyena pulsing her way down towards his balls.

Despite how hard she had just squirted, she went again as her clit dragged over the inside of the dragon's shaft. He felt it pouring hot, high-pressure, all down her soft body as she got stolen away. Her sensitive nose pushed into his balls and he felt her go rigid from head to toe as she got blasted with his musk, straight from the source. Then she just relaxed, letting him easily finish her right off to slurp all the way to his sack.

She wasn't as big a bulge as his first cock-meal, but she filled him out plenty. He clenched both ass and balls alike around his two captives and reached down to massage and admire the shape of hyena inside him. Churning already, but not melting down instantly like Mahiri. He'd let her stew there a while, simmering on low heat, blasting her senses with the scent of freshly-made cum. A little more each moment, as it worked its way into her from all sides, not quite immersing her but creeping higher up her partly-submerged spots with every single slosh.

Smacking lips and licking teeth, Michael could still taste plenty of those birds. They remained gently rocking, still massaging at each other in his belly post-orgasm. Cain wasn't squirming too much, mostly just relaxing where he remained dominated, stuffed deep in that ass to swim in all the fruity scent he could possibly take. It would be easy enough to pull him out just then, but Michael decided to leave him, even as he stood up tall and took to the sky.

That meant plenty of muscles clenching all around the bat, working and massaging as the dragon noodled through the sky. He carried off all his prey, sloshing and bouncing around inside him. His balls were swinging back and forth through the sky, and his tightening belly generously jiggled. There was still plenty of digestion for him to do, but it would be cozier in his very own cave.

Once he got there, he sprawled out across the warm floor, curling right up and resting his head near his belly, listening to the birds being worked over. They were mostly passive by then, still moving but ready to just fall asleep. Same with Keedee, finally. It wasn't like she was any less excited, but enough of her had been converted to more cum to finally take the silly wriggly energy out of her. As for Cain, he was deeply soothed and comfortable, despite the embarrassing position shoved deep up the dragon's rump. He was content to stare and simply rest, joining Michael in a long night's sleep, comforted by gently squeezing walls and addictive scent until morning.

***

The dragon couldn't have slept better. Everything came together to ensure he dreamt sweetly through the night, surrounded by the comforting sounds and sensations of digestion as he worked on his remaining meals. Two busty birds in his belly, massaging him with their increasingly soaked feathers, falling away from their forms before he really got to the meat of their curvy bodies. One cute 'yena in his balls, her near-feral excitement still felt in the occasional clenching of her muscles, all through the night as she softened and became part of the delightful violet cum. And of course, the warmth of the bat massaging his insides with his mere presence, the pressure that living toy provided simply amplifying all the other pleasures.

It was so pleasant that Michael's cock firmed right up as he slept away, giving idle throbs that clenched around the slumbering bat more tightly. Cain was too fast asleep to coax his host to orgasm, but all he really had to do was remain right where he was to provide exactly the stimulation needed. From firming, to heaving, bulging, dripping, Michael's shaft became as engorged as if he were actively plunging it into someone. In his dreams, he was. Some amalgamation of all his meals for the evening, shifting from bird to cat to hyena in that surreal way of dreams.

It was enough to bring the dragon to orgasm, moaning in his sleep all the way. Never quite woke him up, even if his body was very much aware of the pleasure. Cum jetted across the dirt floor of the cave, not quite a prey-fuelled load. Just the remnants of Mahiri, along with the first few sloshes of melted-down Keedee. Enough to make a great big purple mess steaming hotly to the rock ceiling, but not at all the full load of melted down hyena. Michael gave a deep sigh in his sleep and settled down to more mundane dreams soon after, resting until sunrise with the bat still stuffed in his rear.

Michael finally woke, feeling simply wonderful. His gut had shrunken down to mostly flat again, but for a bit of added pudge he could feel padding onto his body. Them, he put mostly towards just lining his middle. An attractive, pinchable layer he could work off in time. Keedee had filled out his balls, not as swellingly full as Mahiri had before her, but that was because some of her got rerouted to those soft pads on his feet. He stretched them out, splaying toes, and then pushed them against the floor to test them out. Pacing around the cave felt like walking on a fluffy cloud with all the added squish.

He felt the bat stirring within him from all the movement, and so he finally began to let him out. It required a crouch and a few squeezes, leaving the rather sweaty bat gasping once the comparatively freezing air outside the dragon hit his bare, wet form. Michael made sure to coil him up as closely as he could, snuggling up and sharing his own warmth to ease the shock.

"Good night?" Cain asked with a little chuckle as he rubbed up against the dragon.

"Oh yes. And yourself?" Michael leaned down to give him a little kiss atop the ear.

"Mmmm. It's all a little hazy, but everything I remember is good." Cain gave a rub at his face, trying to fix the mussed fur. "How is everyone coming along?"

As if listening, Michael's gut gave a telltale glorble. "They're all ready. I was hoping you might help me. Unless of course you've had your fill of my flavour?"

The bat grinned. "Don't even joke about such things. What do you have in mind?"

Michael didn't need to answer. He just shifted those big coils of his, and introduced the bat to his cock. Cain instantly went for it with his tongue, wanting to get even more of that fruit-flavoured musk despite spending the whole night swimming in it. Michael let him work and taste, but soon the kneading Cain provided to the cum swirling in his balls was too much for him to bear.

So he pushed slickly past the bat's lips, easing his cock across his outstretched tongue and pointing towards his throat. Cain sucked it a few times, but he hardly had to bother. Michael tossed his head back, whiskers fluttering, and finally got to release all he'd made Keedee into. Cain did his best to slurk it all down his throat. Which didn't make for much success, but the effort was there. He swallowed and swallowed, loudly gulping with great bulges of his throat, filling his belly with purple cum while the rest dribbled all down his chest and chin. Soon beyond that, just puddling in all directions.

Michael gave some light thrusts, trying not to overwhelm the bat, but the pressure of unloading his bloated balls was simply stunning. Eventually he was just spraying in Cain's face, hosing down his features, and all down his chest and middle as it swelled a little with the gloshing load. Easing in, he pushed his cock to the bat's soft lips again once the flow of cum finally slowed. Not that he was done filling him with that sweet flavour. Another flex, and he simply started pissing right into that well-used throat.

Not that the bat minded. Somehow even that fluid retained the dragon's natural taste. It tasted like it was full of sugar, and a fruit bat like him was happy to glurk it down without a moment's pause. He got lost in the gorging, focusing on the flavour and the feeling of it running down his throat, no matter how full he got. Which was plenty full before long, adding to the weight of cum inside him with every steaming swallow.

A swift shift, and Michael indulged himself even more so. He pulled his softened shaft from Cain's grasp, and instead smothered him in that same rump he'd spent so long inside. This time, not to shove him up there, but rather to start flexing that tight ring against his lips. Cain knew what was coming, and he didn't protest. Didn't even squirm when the dragon started unloading the warm, tightly packed leftovers of those digested birds.

Of course it was still pleasant. Everything about the dragon was delicious beyond reason, so it made sense that even eating his fresh shit was an entirely inoffensive experience. Better than that, the bat happily swallowed it whole, still tasting the fruit flavour along with dragon musk. It was mostly just solid, but for the occasional tickle of leftover feathers. He couldn't tell if they were eagle or crow.

It was several pounds of hot dragon waste that he went ahead and swallowed without even flinching. A final gulp squeezed right down his throat, and he simply licked the last before settling back. He was so stuffed it almost hurt, but the dragon's cuddling warmth kept him feeling soothed. Michael curled him right back up once he was finished filling him. Snuggling, holding, but not too tightly. The bat needed time to rest.

"You are welcome to stay here as long as you need. I'll fly you home once you're rested. Of course, that's if you don't want to just do this all over again." Michael licked his lips. "You have very good taste in friends. I'd love to have them again. Or anyone else you might know. I'm sure they're delicious."

Cain sighed deeply, relaxing against the squeezing coils of dragon, feeling that sweet load heavy in his middle. It would settle down in time. He thought about a nap, despite just waking up, but mostly he simply wanted to relax and dwell in the pleasure. That was most of his thoughts, just how good he felt. But with time, his mind started to wander. To names and faces the dragon might enjoy, and just how fun it would be to help and watch Michael consume each and every one of them.