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Inside of the employee changing room, the dull sound of dance and techno music could still be heard. It thudded the walls and caused some of the metal locker doors to vibrate. The room was empty save for a single club employee. A black sheep girl named Cinni stood near a locker changing her clothes from the provocative attire of a dancer to her street clothes. Despite her normal outfit being a bit more casual, it was no less revealing. Especially between her legs as her shorts struggled to contain the sizable bulge.

After changing, Cinni exited the room and into the common area of the club. Logos on posters appeared on the walls every ten or fifteen feet, reading "Club Insatiable: No Rules, No Boundaries". The club was extremely popular despite having no real advertising outside of word-of-mouth. Popular both for patrons and among the workers.

After some more walking, Cinni entered the large room where much of the club life took place. The establishment was complete with a bar, large dance floor, a stage with a catwalk for dancers and strippers and several private dance booths. Additionally there were several restaurant tables set up near the bar. The club had a small selection of decent food, but most people who sat at the booths weren't there for the food. At least, not the food that came from the kitchen.

As Cinni continued to walk towards the club exit, she casually passed a booth near the bar. At it sat a busty dragon woman, casually sipping at a glass of wine. Her nonchalant expression betrayed what was going on under the table however. Between her legs hung a massive ball sack along with a nearly person-sized penis. It had to be that big as the giant rod of flesh had half a cat girl sticking out of the tip. Her legs flailed and kicked, but to no avail. The lewd sounds of slurping could be heard over the loud club music. With a went 'shlorp' and a moan of casual pleasure, the shemale dragon had sucked the girl fully into her member and sent her to her balls, where she was slowly digested into thick cum.

Cinni smiled and gave the dragon woman a wave, who happily returned it. Just another day at Club Insatiable, Cinni thought. When the poster said 'no rules, no boundaries', it wasn't kidding. It was a rather common occurrence for patrons and employees to go missing within the club's walls. And by 'missing', it usually means they were eaten in particularly bizarre ways. Everyone was free game for the hungry in this place, be it patrons or employees.

To someone on the outside, one might ask why anyone would attend or even work at a club where any day could be their last. Where just showing up was reason enough for them to meet their end inside someone's belly or balls. The answer was rather simple. For patrons, the club promised unrestricted pleasure and indulgence. For employees, the pay was immensely lucrative. It was very hard to turn down a nearly six-figure salary for even the lowest-level employees, even if the ultimate risk was present every day.

Cinni had been employed by the club for a little over two months. While not exactly a veteran, she lasted longer than some dancers who were hired. A good chunk of them rarely made it out of their first week before a hungry patron decided to devour them. Another uncommon occurrence would be the employee being let go from the job, in which case one of the club's "main players" would personally dispose of them. Usually even doing it on stage in an act of unabashed lewdness.

Cinni took note of said main players of the club. At least one or two are usually within eye-shot of any spot inside, but today, all of them were in view in one way or another. The first two were Jasmine and Lauren. The feline pair traditionally ran the bar, serving food and drinks. However, they were more well known for providing illicit drugs to people in the club. When they're not running serving drinks, they're the club's main bouncers. Bouncers who operate on a "one strike" rule. Despite the rather lax rules of the club, it was still possible to draw the ire of the senior staff, which usually meant a one-way trip into one of their bellies or balls.

Leaving the bar area, Cinni approached the dance floor. People of various species, mostly predators, were swinging and gyrating to the pounding music. Among the dancers, stealthily moving among the crowd, was Erica. A very busty and very endowed green lizard who served as second-in-command to the club's owner. Her jobs were numerous, able to take any post in the club. However, her main responsibility was club logistics and keeping the authorities away. Given the nature of the club regarding regular disappearances of patrons and employees, the cops were a constant threat. However, bribery seemed to work wonders in getting them to look the other way, and there was no shortage of money at hand. Depravity is a very lucrative business, after all.

Erica's other responsibility was employee relations. While it sounds like a boring job, she made the most of it. Mainly, she just let everyone do what they wanted and only got involved if someone was under-performing. The result of poor performance was usually an job opening and Erica putting on some extra weight. At least the club didn't have to pay unemployment for laying someone off.

Passing the dance floor, Cinni was within sight of the the main exit. She stopped and glanced upward. Overlooking the dance floor and most of the rest of the club was a large mirror. She knew it was in fact a window. The second floor belonged entirely to the club's owner. Sable, a sultry and dangerous cheetah woman who's ability as a business woman was only matched by her own insatiable hunger and horniness. While Sable had been in charge for some time, she wasn't the original club owner. Not many know the story, even among employees, but it's said she "acquired" ownership following the vanishing of the original owner. Cinni had heard from Jasmine that Sable just stormed into the office, announced she was taking over and just greedily stuffed the owner into her cock. After churning in her sac for a few hours, she rubbed out a massive load of cum that near covered the entire window. To this day, Sable keeps a skull on her office desk that allegedly was all that remained of her predecessor.

Cinni knew Sable was likely looking over her club from the other side of the mirror. It was hard to tell what she was thinking most of the time. Maybe she was just vainly admiring her club, maybe she was sizing up her next meal who she would call into her office. Cinni shrugged and continued towards the exit.

***

Sable stood in front of the window, looking down at all the people below having such a great time in her establishment. She wore a decidedly skimpy outfit comprised of a laced top that showed off her large cleavage and extended down in the form of a form-fitting skirt, black latex sleeves and stockings. She held a glass of red wine, tilting it back and forth, seemingly lost in some kind of thought.

To her rear, between her and her office desk, stood a wooden stool with a bunny girl upon it, stripped nude, bound and gagged. Sable and her crew had their eye on her for some time now. She was an agent for a rival organization that had been looking to depose her. She had been skulking around the club for the past couple weeks, probably gathering intel and was likely responsible for some missing confidential papers.

"I know your mouth is a little preoccupied at the moment," Sable chuckled, "but even you should know it's to your benefit to talk. Admit who hired you, what you did with those missing documents, and whatnot."

The bunny girl remained silent, her eyes narrowed as she looked away in defiance. Sable could see her response through the reflection in the window. She smiled and idly rubbed her crotch as she turned around and slowly walked to the bound woman. She circled her like a predator circles its prey, looking for an opening to strike.

"I'm guessing you were told not to talk," Sable continued, standing behind her and resting her claws on the bunny's shoulders, "Probably expecting me to hold you for some ransom, am I right? I bet that's what they told you. Shame, really, that they would lie to you. I know who you work for, and I know they are very much aware of what I do to people like you."

From behind the bunny, Sable stripped off her thong panties and tossed them aside. She lifted up the skirt on her outfit, showing off her slowly growing arousal and heavy balls. She draped her still slightly flaccid cock over the bunny girls shoulder, causing her to go wide-eyed and struggle against her bounds.

The cheetah woman reached around and started to grope the bunny. Her claws grasped and squeezed at her petite breasts while she rubbed her cock against the bound girl's back. Sable grinned, licking her lips as she continued to molest her captive. She moved a claw from her tit to between the girl's legs. The bunny tried to keep her legs closed, but was easily overpowered. She vigorously fingered her to a reluctant orgasm, her moans and screams muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Sable strutted in front of her, grabbing her hair in one hand and her thick pink shaft in the other. She roughly rubbed her meat against the woman's face, pulling her head back and slapping her harshly with the stiff member. Each slap left bits of slick precum behind on the bunny's fur. She then took the girl's head and stuffed her face into her balls, leaving her there to take in the musky scent for a minute before letting her head go, allowing her to gasp for air.

Sable slowly strutted in front of the bunny, keeping her back to her. She bent over, raising her tail high and presenting her ass to her. The bunny only had a moment to look and let out a muffled yell before Sable sat back, burying the bunny's face into her ass. Sable wiggled her hips for a bit, stroking her throbbing cock in the process. She put more and more of her weight down, feeling her anal ring slowly widen until, with a "pop", the bunny's head slipped into her ass.

"Yessss," Sable growled in unbridled lust, "not to tight in there, is it, bitch? Well too bad. Should have talked when you had the chance."

The bunny writhed and squirmed, her muffled screams reverberating inside Sable's ass. Lewd slurping noises echoed through the room as the cheetah put more of her weight down, clenching her pucker and pulling more and more of her inside. Her shoulders provided some resistance, but were quickly enveloped by the tight fleshy ring as well. The bunny's face started to appear from Sable's belly, twitching and struggling. With one hand, Sable teasingly rubbed the outline in her gut while the other hand furiously stroked her raging hard-on.

Sable lifted her legs off the ground, letting her entire weight rest on her victim. Very quickly, her ass slipped down over the woman, enveloping her to her waist. Sable then stood, rested her claws against the window and bent over. Legs kicked wildly in a pitiful attempt to escape, but Sable could already feel the girl's strength leaving her.

"Not running out of steam already, are you?" Sable continued to tease, slapping the girl's face through her belly, "You better have some fight left in you."

Sable swayed her ass from side to side, periodic "slurp" sounds coming from under her tail. She moaned amidst her heavy breathing while she jerked her shaft. Muscles in her butt continued to pull the unfortunate bunny deeper. Her hips were quickly consumed, followed by her thighs and her legs. Soon, only her weakly wiggling feet protruded from Sable's hole. She took a deep breath and clenched her ass once more before the feet were sucked inside. Just as the bunny vanished into the threshold, Sable groaned loudly as her orgasm hit. Her cock spraying rope after rope of thick cum against the glass. Panting, she hobbled over to her desk and sat down, patting her squirming and gurgling belly.

"That's it, whore," Sable said with a smile, "struggle all you want. In a couple hours, you'll just be shit. Enjoy your new home as long as you can."

However, despite the enjoyable meal, Sable was no closer to the answers she wanted. She had suspicions as to who the girl was working for, but no real proof. She needed to come up with some kind of plan. A plan that the opposition wouldn't anticipate. But what?

***

Cinni had reached the exit doors of the club. Just as she was about to walk out, she felt someone firmly grab her arm and tug her aside. Despite her being among the crowd earlier, she has proven to be very adept at getting around in short spans of time. It was a useful skill, and surprising given how much she had to carry around on her chest and between her legs.

"Shift over already?" Erica asked, receiving only a nod from Cinni as a reply. "You know, I couldn't help but notice you hadn't re-upped your contract with the club. Did you forget?"

"It's sitting on my coffee table at home," Cinni said with a shrug, "Been putting some thought into it."

"I'd suggest you do that sooner rather than later. You're one of our best strippers and I know Sable wouldn't want to lose you to another establishment. Even if that means terminating your current contract early herself, if you know what I mean. To be honest, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. Most girls don't get to the end of their contracts before ending up sloshing in someones gut or balls. No offense, of course."

Cinni remained silent, only giving Erica a smile before pulling away and walking out the door. She maintained her composure expertly, but deep inside, she was rattled. It's foolish to work and/or attend this place without being conscious of the risk. Cinni knew of it and braved it for the lucrative rewards. However, in the back of her mind, she knew at any moment her luck could run out. Erica's little quip certainly reminded her of it.

The walk home was uneventful, but Cinni's mind was a whirlwind of various thoughts regarding her future. She could keep working at the club, but continue to take the risk. She could cut and run instead with all the money she's saved. However, her status and popularity might make her a target. She's heard stories of former showgirls quitting only for them to vanish. The stories were all but confirmed after Erica was sent to talk to a girl who had quit at her apartment. Erica returned a day later with some added pudge to her belly.

Returning home, Cinni quickly stripped off her clothes, airing out her large breasts, soft black wool and her impressively sized horse-cock and balls. She stretched out before flomping down on her couch and flipping on the TV. She channel surfed idly, not really looking for anything in particular, but just thinking about that piece of paper on her coffee table.

She loved her job at the club, and watching the occasional patron or coworker getting gobbled up in lewd ways was nothing short of an erotic rush. However, the feeling her own time was running out had been weighing more and more on her. It was getting to the point where it was becoming difficult to hide, even at work. It did seem hypocritical of her to feel that way, especially since a few disorderly patrons had met their end in her belly and sack in the past.

Before she could relegate herself to the fridge and the stash of booze she had, a knock came at her door. Her wool stood on end for a moment, mind awash in possibilities of who it could be. Erica to collect either the contract? Jasmine and Lauren to collect her in a different way? It was impossible to tell. Every scenario flooded her mind at once as she silently approached the door, taking a deep breath and opening it.

To her mild shock, no one was on the other side. She glanced left and right, but the hall was empty. Before she could shrug it off and close the door, she noticed something at the foot of the doorstep; a package of some sort. It was addressed directly to Cinni, but had no return address. Cinni returned to her couch and ripped open the package, revealing a bottle of fluid and a letter.

After a few moments of reading, A smile formed on Cinni's face, "An aphrodisiac, huh?" she said, holding the bottle. Reading further revealed the letter was sent from some kind of group that's looking to depose Sable of her leadership role at the club. However, as it read, her immediate staff would need to be "dealt with".

As Cinni continued to read the instructions, her cock slowly unsheathed and she idly stroked it, her thoughts of worry and stress replaced with something of a much naughtier nature. Maybe, she thought to herself, this was the turn of events that she needed. The promise of being high up on the new food chain was equally enticing.

She did wonder if the letter was legit or some kind of prank meant to lure her to someone's hungry maw, but it seemed safe to follow for the moment, so long as events flow like it says. Her immediate future seemed a bit brighter than she originally thought. Brighter and more filling.

The following day, Cinni returned to the club, a noticeable spring in her step. Upon entering the club, she waltzed up to Erica and handed her the signed contract. The lizard woman took it and returned a satisfied smile.

"Good to hear you're staying with us, hun", She said, "I know Sable will be plenty happy as well."

"I'm sure she will be," Cinni replied with a chuckle, "Mind if I float about today? Go where I'm needed and such?"

"I guess so. We normally like to keep you at the performing stations, but I think for today we can make an exception."

Cinni smiled, waved and proceeded in. Her first stop was the break room to drop off her bag and get into her proper attire. While there, she kept idly glancing at the letter. Specifically, how it details out events in this mysterious sender's plan. While it seemed vague in some places, it was oddly specific in others. In any case, it seemed to want her to keep an eye on the feline duo, Jasmine and Lauren.

She surmised that the plan wanted them out of the way first, with the aphrodisiac being the key. A difficult task, she thought, cause they are almost never apart. Any active attempt to split them up might make them suspicious. The letter did mention there would be some kind of "assistance", whatever that meant. All she could really do was watch them through the day and see if anything happens.

Some hours passed and the club slowly became more and more lively. Loud music, dancing, blatant public acts of hardcore sex abound. Business as usual for the most part with this place. Patrons and employees enjoying each others company, in one way or another. The higher-ups seemed on point as ever. Erica watching and managing things on the floor while Sable quietly watches from her penthouse above the club.

Floating about the floor allowed Cinni to subtly keep tabs on the felines. As expected they, they mainly ran the bar, selling drinks. Bottles, glasses and from their sizable "Tap" protruding from between their legs. Everything seemed normal thus far, leaving Cinni to wonder what this assistance was going to be. She was about to give up and just go back to work before something caught her eye.

The felines kept returning to this one particular wolf girl at the bar, often together. Chatting for several minutes at a time, sharing drinks and giving each other overly friendly rubs in sensitive places. They seemed to give the wolf quite a bit of attention for almost an hour before a couple of the other employees arrived, presumably to cover Jasmine and Lauren at the bar.

Sure enough, the employees took over the bar while the felines led their new she-wolf friend away. They moved through the crowd, dancing to the music. Judging by the wolf's moves, she was certainly drunk. Eventually, the made it to a door that led behind the main stage. Being an employees-only area, Cinni had a very good idea of what was about to happen. She waited several minutes after they entered the door before she decided to follow. As quietly as she could, she went. Almost immediately, midst the music on the floor, the familiar sound of hips slapping together could be heard. She followed the sounds to a small back room. Peering through the slightly open door confirmed her suspicions and then some.

Jasmine was standing upright, one hand on the tail of the bent-over wolfess and the other resting on her hip as she plowed the girl hard and slow. Lauren was on all fours in front of them, with half the wolf girl down her throat and each thrust from Jasmine pushing her deeper. Muffled moans could be heard through Lauren's bulging throat. It was clear in her drunken state, she was having a good time without caring about her ultimate destination.

Lauren stroked her rock hard cock with both claws as she put her throat muscles through their paces. The sounds of her gulping almost as loud as the slamming noise from Jasmine's pounding from behind the wolfess. With no sign of struggle in sight, Jasmine ramped up her thrusts, each one pushing more and more of the doomed wolf down Lauren's gullet. She bit her lip as her climax rapidly approached. Judging by how much Lauren's cock was leaking, she wouldn't be far behind.

Jasmine's claws moved from the wolf girl's tail to the back of Lauren's head. She moaned loudly and gave a few more strong thrusts before she erupted. Cum flooded the wolf's ass, causing her belly to swell and seed to leak from her rear. Her bloated belly showed in Lauren's throat, causing her to wince a bit before returning to her gulping. Another muffled scream of ecstasy came from within Lauren's body. Sounds like the wolf girl got off one last time at least, Cinni thought.

Cinni couldn't help but jerk her own horse-cock while watching the display. Sex and vore together was always the best to her and it took very little time before she felt ready to cum. As quietly as she could, she leaned down and wrapped her own lips around the tip of her member. Squeezing the shaft to slightly control the flow from her heavy and productive balls, cum spilled into her mouth. She was no stranger to cumming in her own mouth, after all. Who wouldn't with a cock like hers, she always thought. After her climax had finally subsided, she returned to watching the show in the back room.

In the time Cinni spent sucking herself off, not much had changed. Jasmine panted as she slowly withdrew her long cock from the wolfess, causing more of her cum to leak out of the girl's rear. Lauren tilted her head back, continuing to swallow and letting gravity help slide the girl down. Once the feline's lips were past the hips, the legs slid smoothly in. In mere seconds, the wolf was gone, deposited into Lauren's belly.

"Dammit Jasmine," Lauren said, poking at her massive belly, "You wore her out so much she's barely squirming."

"Oh quit bitching," she replied, "You got a cream filled meal out of it. Thought those were your favorite?"

"Made it a bunch more filling than normal. Think I need to lie down for a while while this bitch digests."

"That's fine. I can run the bar solo till then. Need help up?"

"Fuck you."

The felines chuckled as Jasmine helped Lauren to her feet and started to the door. Cinni hopped up and quietly retreated back towards the public area ahead of them. All the while, she was in wondering if that was the assistance she was looking for. The two of them were gonna be split up, but now it was a matter of getting Jasmine alone somewhere. Lauren was likely going to be out for a couple hours to let her cum-filled meal to digest, so time was on her side.

Cinni exited the backstage to the common area, quickly and casually blending into the crowd as Lauren and Jasmine followed a minute or two later. They exchanged some more words with each other and then separated, Jasmine heading back to the bar and Lauren hobbling towards the clubs private rooms. Some patrons gave the pair cheers and others some applause. Lauren even allowed some to give her weakly squirming belly a rub.

Cinni shadowed Jasmine as the feline returned to serving drinks. She watched carefully, thinking of her next move and how she could utilize the aphrodisiac she was given to her advantage. As Cinni contemplated, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Floating today?" she heard, turning to see a fellow dancer, an very busty equine girl.

"Yeah," Cinni replied with a smile, "Can't really decide what to do, so I'm just jumping from place to place."

"That's nice. Just watch yourself around Jasmine."

"Why?" Cinni asked, tilting her head.

"Me and some other girls have heard her talking about you. She keeps saying one of these days she wants to get a private dance or something with you. Not sure if you means an actual dance or something a little more...Terminal."

A thought pinged in Cinni's head as she fought to hold back a devious smile.

"I'll keep that in mind," She said, "thanks for the heads-up, hun."

The horse girl smiled and headed off, leaving Cinni to finally express her wide smile. She idly stroked the small bottle with her finger as she formulated a possible plan. Over the next several minutes, she casually mingled in the area before subtly taking the role as a server. She moved from occupied table to table, greeting guests and delivering drinks. Each time she went to the bar, she made sure to very subtly give Jasmine a little show, be it a shake of her rear or a good view of her bust. It didn't take long before Cinni had gotten Jasmine's attention.

As Cinni returned to the bar, Jasmine slid a drink in front of her, "Hey there, you," the feline said, licking her lips, "about time I got to chat with one of the clubs favorite girls."

"Oh come on," Cinni replied, blushing a bit, "Who told you that?"

"Plenty of people who like to talk after a few drinks. Not to mention Erica is quite fond of you."

"I didn't think I was that popular," Cinni said with a coy giggle as Jasmine poured a drink for herself.

"Well you've certainly caught my eye. Do I get to look at your fine ass and tits for the day over here? Might have to get you a more revealing uniform if you're gonna work around me and Lauren regularly."

At that moment, Jasmine wandered away to another customer at the bar to take an order. Cinni's eyebrow raised, immediately recognizing an opportunity. She sipped at her drink some more while eyeing Jasmine's own beverage. She took the bottle of aphrodisiac and swiftly poured a few drops into the cup moments before Jasmine returned, taking a swig instantly.

"Well," Cinni said, "If you really wanted to see me so much, you could just ask me for a private dance. That is my specialty, after all."

Cinni could see that Jasmine was about to spit out some kind of excuse as to she can't do that, but seemed to struggle. Her face became a bit flushed and her breathing became a bit deeper and quicker. It seemed the aphrodisiac had already started to cloud her head with more sensual thoughts.

"You got other girls here who can run the bar for a while," Cinni pressed, teasingly rubbing her fingers along Jasmine's hand on the table, "I'm up for it if you are."

Jasmine bit her lip, but her growing lust was getting the better of her. Her nipples became hard and her cock was steadily growing and bulging through her pants. Her claw slowly came up and gently stroked the side of Cinni's face before she took another swig of her drink.

"Alright you sexy thing," The feline said with a growl, "Meet me in booth 4. You better give me a good fucking show."

Jasmine walked out from the bar to the tables, grabbing the first employee she could find to cover her before heading straight to the private dance booths, her tainted drink still in hand. Cinni rubbed her own tingling cock and licked her lips. Time for the real fun, she thought to herself before heading to the booth herself.

The private booths were small confined spaces with only a single cushioned seat with a side table for drinks and a dance platform complete with a stripper pole. Virtually every surface inside the booth were varying shades of red with the exception of the gold stripper pole. The door to the booth also forgoes the traditional curtain for a heavy lockable door.

Cinni entered the booth, closing and latching the door behind her. On the chair was Jasmine, already stripped naked with her cock standing hard and proud. She fidgeted in the seat, teasingly rubbing her throbbing shaft as Cinni placed her bag onto the side table and climbed onto the platform.

"You look even better from this angle," Jasmine said with a toothy smile. She leaned back and watched as Cinni started her routine. Dancing, spinning and gyrating her body to the still audible music from outside. During which, she slowly stripped articles of clothing from herself. First revealing her lovely breasts, then stripping away her thong, letting Jasmine oogle her ass as well as her balls and cock as they swung between her legs.

"How about an even closer look?" Cinni teased, stepping off the platform. Surreptitiously, she managed to palm the bottle of aphrodisiac from her bag before stepping up onto the chair, her crotch at head level to the seated feline. Jasmine needed no further incentive and buried her face into Cinni's balls while her claws rubbed and squeezed the sheep's firm ass.

While Jasmine was preoccupied, Cinni opened the bottle and carefully poured the remaining contents into Jasmine's drink. She wasn't entirely sure what the full effect would be or if she might notice her drink was spiked. But based on how quickly a few drops worked before, she might not even be able to react before it hits her.

Cinni stepped back onto the platform, making Jasmine growl in protest for a moment before returning to enjoying the sexy dancing. She reached for her drink and finished it off in a single go. Cinni held her breath for a moment, watching for any noticeable results. Sure enough, it only took several seconds before Jasmine's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head. Her cock throbbed uncontrollably, leaking copious amounts of precum. Her tongue hung from her mouth, looking almost like she was in a drunk stupor.

Taking her cue, Cinni climbed back onto the chair, grinding herself against Jasmine who only could mindlessly growl and try to thrust towards her. Cinni took another deep breath, turning around and presenting her ass to Jasmine, who eagerly buried her face in it, lapping at the sheep's sensitive pucker.

"Ooohhh," Cinni moaned, resting a hand firmly on the back of Jasmine's head, "Love my ass that much, do you? I think you will love being apart of it even more."

Cinni's knees started to bend as she leaned back and let her weight rest onto the feline's face. Slowly, her pucker spread, opening up around Jasmine's face and enveloping her head. Cinni moaned loudly, a spurt of precum jetting from her cock as Jasmine's head and neck popped into her backside. She took a moment to adjust, looking down and chuckling. Jasmine had become such a mindless lust zombie that she offered no resistance and only continued to stroke her cock.

Pushing down harder, Cinni began her slow descent on the doomed feline. Her ass spread further, the inner muscles pulling and forcing Jasmine's shoulders to scrunch closer together as her anal ring slipped past and slowly slid down her upper body. Even still, Jasmine continued to jerk herself off.

Cinni groaned in ecstasy while Jasmine's head and face started to bulge from her belly. Moans of pleasure reverberated within her flesh, enhancing the already orgasmic experience. The sheep shook her ass from side to side, wiggling herself further down until she felt Jasmine's cock poke her between the legs. Bending her knees even more, she gasped as she slipped down and felt her cheeks touch Jasmine's thighs.

She could feel the cock throb in her ass. The muscles surrounding Jasmine preventing her from stroking herself any more, but the moans continued within Cinni's swelling gut. Not to let her prey go without some kind of release, Cinni started to bounce up and down, using Jasmine as a living dildo while the sheep stroked herself as well. It only took a couple minutes before Cinni erupted, spraying her load onto the dance platform. It seemed that Jasmine was just as close as Cinni felt the throbbing shaft inside her spurt as well. Some of her seed leaked around Cinni's stretched pucker while the rest served to lubricate the cat's voyage into her bowls.

Cinni rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and holding them towards her body. She rubbed her face against her huge belly as she flexed and clenched her muscles. Each time pulling a bit more of Jasmine in. The feline has started to curl into a ball within her belly, the sound of moans and purrs still audible and no sign of struggle at all. Cinni was left to giggle through her own moaning at the thought that Jasmine will likely digest before she ever regains any of her senses from the aphrodisiac.

With a few more clenches, only Jasmine's feet protruded from Cinni's ass. She gave her rump one more teasing wiggle before sucking in the rest, causing her pucker to emit a "popping" noise. She let out a deep contented sigh, letting her legs down and slouching back into the comfortable chair. The moans and purrs were replaced with lewd gurgling noises as her body started to work on the sizable meal.

"Holy shit," Cinni exclaimed, gliding her hands all over her huge gut, "You were one filling bitch, weren't you? Probably still lost in la-la-land. At least you got one last load out, right?"

Cinni let out a small burp, causing her to giggle while she continued to rub her entire belly. Already she could feel the physical form soften. She yawned and decided to take a nap, allowing her body to expedite the digestion process. Funny, Cinni thought, it's almost like this was the reason they made the doors to these booths so sturdy and lockable.

Cinni woke up less than two hours later, still seated comfortably in the private booth. She gave her gut a few pokes and prods, causing the flesh to jiggle and slosh. Nothing left of Jasmine save for some fat and bones. It was about time to shed some of the excess, Cinni thought.

She spent a considerable amount of time creeping from the booth and towards one of the restrooms, taking care not to be spotted by anyone of consequence. Luckily, her path was mostly clear as many of the patrons she passed were preoccupied. After reaching the restroom, she spent the next half-hour disposing of what was left of Jasmine. However, after some cleaning, she did opt to keep her skull. A bit morbid, for sure, but a trophy is a trophy.

Emerging from the restroom, Cinni's form was practically back to normal, as if nothing had happened. The keen eye might see her butt and thighs had gotten a bit thicker, but nothing more. As if nothing had happened, Cinni returned to her normal routine. Spending time on the dance floor and doing one of her numbers on the main stage as the night went on. During which, she caught eye of Lauren looking around the club, likely trying to find Jasmine. Cinni smiled and continued her dance, a tingling feeling washing over her belly and pucker in the process.

Before long, the night started to wrap up. Patrons began to leave, the janitors started their lengthy clean-up duties, and Erica was going around doing headcounts to see how many employees had gone missing. Once that was done, the crew was dismissed. On the way out, however, Cinni caught the higher-ups meeting together. All save for Jasmine, of course. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was likely about the missing feline and her fate.

Cinni returned to her apartment, ready to relax and reflect on the day. Part of her still couldn't believe she managed to digest one of Sable's so-called generals, let alone that it seemed she got away with it. Inside, she stripped and took a long hot shower. She idly rubbed and squeezed her belly and ass, doing her best to reminisce the feeling her Jasmine being consumed by her backside. The thought made her cock demand attention, which she eagerly gave until she sprayed a thick load of cum onto the shower wall.

After cleaning up, Cinni was ready to turn in when she noticed a note had been slid under her door. Opening it revealed not a letter like last time, but only said "Basement, Storage Room, 8pm". While still not signed by anyone, the handwriting was clearly the same as the letter she got the previous day.

She wondered why it only gave a time and location. Maybe she could meet the mysterious person down there? Or maybe she'll find some other item that will help her deal with another of Sable's girls? It was impossible to say. Despite the lack of information, Cinni felt comfortable with following it. The previous instructions had proven to be very successful, so why shouldn't this?

The following afternoon, Cinni returned to the club for work. The aura inside felt noticeably different. Many of the employees were chatting and gossiping as they prepped the club for the nights activities. Lauren was at the bar, looking like she was fighting back a scowl. Before Cinni could reach the employee lounge, Erica appeared and pulled her aside.

"Don't suppose you've heard the news yet?" She asked, her eyes continuing to dart around in suspicion.

"Guess I haven't?" Cinni said, putting on her best poker face, "What did I miss?"

"Seems like Jasmine has vanished. Doesn't take many brain cells to figure out what that means around here."

"Seriously? How? Especially with Lauren around. Those two are, like, joined at the hip."

Erica shrugged, "Apparently, both of them had some fun with a patron and Lauren decided to sleep off the meal in the lounge. Last anyone heard, Jasmine was at the bar, got someone to cover her, then disappeared."

Cinni's ability to bluff was being tested to the max. However, she kept her cool, nodding and looking shocked as best she could. Judging by Erica's constant scanning, she might be suspecting an employee, but has no clue which. Or maybe she doesn't have a clue at all.

"Any ideas who might have got her?" She asked quizzically.

"No one specific, but there has been some rumors. Sable dealt with a girl who turned out to be an agent of another gang. Some kind of scout, most likely. She didn't want to give up any info, so Sable stuffed her up her ass. But it would be dumb to think she was the only one."

"You mean there's spies?"

"Probably. Keep your eyes open. I know you have your own job to do, but if you see anyone skulking around that doesn't seem to belong, alert one of us. Though, I wouldn't rule out a reward should you take care of them yourself, if you get my drift."

Cinni gave a slight smile and nod before Erica abruptly walked off. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Erica doesn't seem to suspect her. Even so, she needed to be cautious. Erica is right about the so-called rival agent. She just had no idea the agent also was an employee.

Much of the afternoon went on as normal. Despite Jasmine's senior position, it seemed no one was really surprised. At least not much more than when patrons or simple employees ended up as someone's dinner. Sable wasn't too big on cluttering the floor with security guards, anyway. Erica seemed to fill that role just fine, often also filling something else in her as well.

Rather than floating about like the previous night, Cinni opted to do what she did best; dancing. Between the main stage and the private booths, she got the most enjoyment from showing off her body and moving to the music. The impressive tips the patrons slipped into whatever she managed to not strip off was also a big plus.

Time went on and 8pm was fast approaching. Having worked the stages for much of the day, Cinni decided to take a long break. She needed her energy back for what was likely coming, after all. She spent some time in the employee lounge, mostly lost in thought. All around the lounge, her co-workers were engaged in different activities ranging from napping, watching TV, refreshing in the nearby showers and a few would just have sex in front of everyone. Cinni seemed oblivious to any of it, carefully watching the clock as she rested on a couch.

As 8pm grew closer, she silently exited the lounge and hung around the door to the building's basement. Close enough to watch it, but far enough to not draw any attention. The basement was rarely used for much, including a storage room for props, tools, and such, as well as a boiler and electrical room. Part of her wondered why the note would lead her to such a place.

Just as the hour began to roll over, she watched as some scantly-clad dolphin girl approached the door. She took a key from her pocket, unlocking the normally secured door. She held the handle, scanned the area around her, like she was looking for something or someone, and quietly entered. Cinni was puzzled, wondering who she was and what she had to do with the letter.

Before she could rise and follow, she saw Lauren power walking towards the door just moments after. By the look on her face and her determined strides, it looked like she had been chasing the dolphin chick down and was ready to finish the pursuit in the basement. Cinni was still full of questions, but decided to not dwell on them and slowly followed.

The stairwell to the basement was bare concrete, both the steps and the walls. The lighting was adequate at best, provided by bulbs giving off warm light and spaced far apart. The sounds of the club and music could still be heard, but got progressively more muffled after each step one took downward. As the club sounds drowned out, another voice could be heard coming from within.

Cinni silently descended the steps as best she could. Her hooved feet did her no favors in the task, but she persisted. She moved very slowly through the narrow hall as it lead to the storage room, the voice becoming louder and more clear. It was Lauren, without a doubt, and it sounded like she caught the dolphin girl.

Slowly rounding the corner, Cinni finally spotted the pair. Lauren had bound the girl's hands behind her back and gagged her with rags she probably found nearby. She had her bent over and was in the process of plowing her from behind with her tick cock. The wet slapping sounds her their flesh hitting each other echoed through the room, along with the sounds of the dolphin girl moaning and whimpering through her gag.

Cinni crept closer, using the loud noises of rough sex to mask her movements. She was within several feet of the pair when Lauren let out a hearty yell, slamming into the poor girl hard as she filled her pussy with cum.

"Cream-filled," Lauren growled, "Just they way I like it."

Before the dolphin could squeak in protest, Lauren spun her around and clamped her jaws down over the girl's head. The dolphin squirmed and struggled, but Lauren was having none of it, greedily forcing her mouth down and over as much of her as she could. After a couple loud "gulps", she hoisted the girl up, allowing her legs to kick fruitlessly in the air.

Cinni was rather surprised at the display. She knew Lauren and Jasmine had eaten plenty of people, patrons and co-workers, but they always savored it. This time, she was working the dolphin down as fast as she could. It seemed this little session was less about pleasure and more about something else.

Moments later, Lauren let out a loud "slurp" as the girl quickly fell into her throat. Her belly quickly ballooned out with the dolphin's wildly struggling form clearly visible. A loud belch echoed in the room, followed by Lauren plopping down on the floor in place, panting loudly. After a minute, hear breathing steadied, no longer carrying over the sound of her slowly digesting prey.

"Revenge is sweet," she proclaimed, rubbing and jabbing at her belly, "still can't believe someone like YOU got to Jasmine. Don't worry, I'll find your friends and make sure they go down to visit you."

The mysteries kept piling on to Cinni's mind. She quietly slipped her tightly packed pants off, letting her long horse-cock free. Quietly, she moved towards Lauren from behind, her cock growing harder in anticipation while she contemplated what she just witnessed. What convinced Lauren the dolphin chick was the one who did Jasmine in? And why was Lauren the only one who knew about it? There were so many questions Cinni was aching to be answered. However, at this exact moment, the only ache she cared about was in her hungry loins.

Lauren panted loudly, still seated on the floor and waiting for her prey to settle down. Her heavy breathing masked Cinni's approach from behind. She suddenly felt an odd aura of heat on the back of her neck, followed by something wet dripping onto her shoulder. She tilted her head back, looking above and behind her, only to be greeted with the sight of Cinni's thick horse-cock.

"What the f-" Lauren mumbled, unable to finish her sentence as Cinni forcibly grabbed the feline's head and pulled, stuffing it into the tip of her cock. Lauren yelled and screamed, her hands trying to push the thick and growing cock-flesh from her head. Her cries were very much muffled and her attempts to pull free were seemingly in vein.

With a sudden groan and a buck of her hips, Cinni shivered a bit as she managed to pull a bit more of the large feline into her shaft. The slit spread open and wrapped around Lauren's shoulders. Cinni took a couple steps backward, causing Lauren to fall on her back. Now out of the awkward position of being bent backwards, she was free to writhe and squirm to her hearts content. However, the position also allowed Cinni's ravenous cock to more quickly pull its prey inside. The flesh stretched and grew as inches were slurped up in seconds. Cinni smiled and moaned, spreading her legs as her sack started to enlarge to make room for the feline occupant.

"What a shame," Cinni teased as she continued to back up until she reached a good sized box to sit/lean on, "Destined to get churned to cum without even the satisfaction of revenge."

For a moment, Lauren's struggles seem to lessen. She clearly heard Cinni's words. She struggled to process their meaning. The girl she swallowed was bragging about taking out Jasmine, after all.

"Dunno what made you think that dolphin chick did it," Cinni continued, "No, Jasmine was all me. Got her so worked up and horny in the dance booth. Sat on her face and sucked up in my ass. And she didn't even struggle!"

The lewd sound of slurping grew louder, echoing off of the concrete basement walls. Within a couple of minutes, her cock had slipped over a third of Lauren's body. The flesh easily glided over the feline's tits and started to eagerly work her torso. Cinni gave her massive rod a flex and was able to lift the organ off the ground, pulling Lauren up with it. Her legs and tail dangled and flailed, but did nothing to improve her situation. A few more wet slurps and the cockslit was around her waist.

Cinni giggled as she kept flexing her groin, causing her massive cock to bounce up and down. The frantic, but muffled, screams from Lauren continued. She pulled her rod back, bringing it closer to her and allowing her to grab Lauren's cock and begin teasing it. First with squeezes and strokes, and then with licks and kisses.

Lauren groaned and grunted inside the massive horse penis. Her own sense of lust and pleasure betraying her need to resist. Her hips thrust and bucked, controlled almost entirely by her libido, against Cinni's ministrations. The feeling of getting her cock stroked and licked along with the musky tightness of the flesh consuming her caused her to reach climax quickly. Cum sprayed from her throbbing shaft, down Cinni's throat and all over her face.

"Damn girl," Cinni said during her sudden facial, "Wonder how much you shoot when you're actually pent up. Well, guess I'll have to just imagine. Now get in there!"

Cinni released Laura's member and returned to stroking the sides of her own massive rod. She flexed her shaft and pulled more and more of the cat inside. All of her curves showing through the hard veiny flesh, including the bulge in her belly that was the dolphin girl. Two for one, Cinni thought to herself amidst her moans and chuckles.

Eyes closed tight and biting her lip, with a loud 'slurp', the rest of Laura was pulled into Cinni's cock. The bulge paused briefly at the base with the feline giving one last weak batch of struggles and squirms. Cinni caressed the bulge, swaying her hips seductively before humping at the air forcefully. The bulge squeezed passed the threshold, depositing Laura into Cinni's sack with a 'plop' that echoed through the basement.

"Mmmm," Cinni said as her balls filled out, still swaying her hips and stroking her cock, "fuck yeah! You and the phin are gonna make quite a load. Now be a good girl and melt."

Lauren's struggles kept up for several minutes. The feeling was like being perpetually on the brink of orgasm. Cinni leaned back, letting her cock throb and her balls jiggle, moaning with reckless abandon. Precum leaked copiously from the tip and bulges of feet and hand prints pushed from inside her nuts. The only sound Cinni could hear other than her own moans were the gurgling and churning from her balls.

After several minutes, the feeling of squirming started to gradually lessen. Cinni could feel Lauren start to lose form, quickly dissolving into sheep spunk. Cinni groaned in disappointment, kinda hoping that she would have lasted longer and prolonged the amazing sensation. However, it was sadly time to move to the next step.

Slowly, Cinni started to walk around the basement, searching the floor. Each step causing her balls to sway and slosh. It took her a few minutes before she found what she was looking for; a floor drain. Normally installed to prevent flooding, it would do nicely in a pinch to dispose of the "evidence" of her deed.

Cinni took her time to start, softly rubbing the top of her still painfully throbbing member. She squeezed her long black rod between her plush breasts, rocking her hips back and forth, titfucking herself. It didn't take too long before she felt she was ready to erupt. She wrapped her lips around her stiff flesh, sucking hard as she continued to squeeze it between her breasts. After a few seconds, she groaned and her loins tingled. Letting go of her cock and pointing it towards the floor, she exploded. Cum gushed from her shaft, hitting the drain grate and spraying bits of the sticky fluid in all directions. A few spurts later, bulges quickly rose from the base of her cock to the tip, spitting out seed-covered bones to the floor.

Her orgasm lasted several glorious minutes, mostly due to having the mass of 2 people in her sack to ejaculate. Eventually, the flow ebbed and the feeling subsided. Cinni was left standing there, panting hard and her semi-flaccid cock, still hanging down to her knees, dripping. She took several more minutes to recuperate, allowing her dick to soften and retreat back into her sheath. Using some random rags in the room, she cleaned herself and a bit of her crime scene as well as shuffling the bones down the drain grate. However, like Jasmine before, Cinni kept Lauren's skull as a morbid trophy. The dolphin girl, on the other hand, was simply kicked aside behind some boxes.

"Two down," Cinni said to herself, redressing and stuffing the skull into her bag, "and the big two left to go. Wonder how this 'K' person plans to serve them up to me."

Cinni quietly returned to the main floor, able to slip from the basement door unnoticed by the nearby crowd. Using some of the back halls, she returned to the employee lounge, set herself down and relaxed for several minutes. Afterwards, her "break time" was over and it was time to return to her normal work. She prettied herself a bit at a nearby mirror and went back to the main floor. The remainder of the night was spent strutting her stuff, performing on stage and in private for a few patrons. As the latter part of the night progressed, she spotted Erica working at the bar along with a couple other girls. She had the look of annoyance and suspicion on her face. She likely realized that Lauren had gone missing as well. No doubt she had employees searching around. It also seemed one of the girls who was helping her at the bar was not exactly in her good graces, for whatever the reason was.

Some hours had passed and the night was coming to a close. Patrons were steadily leaving along with employees. Cinni had gotten out of her work attire and gathered her belongings, also ready to head out. On the way, she spotted Erica and Sable talking together at the bar. Along the way, they spotted Cinni and waved for her to come join them. A bit of trepidation rose up in her mind. Despite her best efforts, Cinni was still worried she might get caught. However, she kept her cool and approached.

"Did good work tonight, Cinni," Sable said, likely talking about the money she raked in from the patrons thru the shift, "Still one of the best girls we've got here."

"Thanks," Cinni said plainly with a smile, "Don't think I'm THAT good, just lucky to get the people with loose wallets."

"Well," Erica said, giving her a pat on the shoulder, "We think you're that good. That's why you're getting promoted."

"Promoted?"

"Since Lauren and Jasmine have gone missing," Sable said, "the bar is a bit short staffed. It needs someone we can trust and is good at their job to run the whole thing. Obviously, Erica can do it, but she has duties elsewhere."

"And the girls who have been covering have been doing a less than satisfactory job," Erica added, "Point is, we've chosen you to take over. I'll give you some minor training to fill in any gaps you have of running the bar and managing the kitchen, as long as how to prep the house drinks."

"Oh wow," Cinni said, genuinely surprised at the turn of events, "I'll do my best, for sure. Thank you."

"Get here a bit earlier than you normally do," Sable said, "Given how short staffed we've become, you're gonna need to be ready for the night."

Cinni nodded, exchanged goodbyes, and left. She smiled during her entire trip home. This endeavor has proven over and over again to be more fruitful than she imagined. Part of her even considered abandoning any further requests from her unknown benefactor and taking what she's got. Considered, for sure, but a larger part of her wanted to keep going. Grandiose aspirations nearly ensured she would peruse any "opportunities" this benefactor would give her. So long as they didn't put her at obvious risk, of course.

Returning home, Cinni engaged in her usual end-of-night rituals. Stripping down to nearly nothing, she did let her balls swing free. Even after the colossal orgasm and draining gallons of cum from her loins, they still felt a bit heftier that normal. Not that she was one to complain, however. Taking a shower, she decided to give her cock one more good milking.

Upon drying off, she returned to the apartment living room. Almost on queue, a note suddenly slid under her door. This time, she could hear the sound of someone quickly walking away. In a fit of curiosity, Cinni hurried to the door, opening it and swinging her head out into the hall. The deliverer was still too quick, but she managed to catch what looked like a lizard tail before it vanished around the corner. Curiosity aside, Cinni retrieved the letter, eager to see what it had to say.

Within the envelop were a note and a photograph. The photo was a bust-shot of a cute big-breasted lizard girl. The note said "Follow her with Erica to the back alley". It sounded like a similar set-up used on Lauren; the pictured girl was going to be bait, the target would deal with the bait, and Cinni would get the drop on the target. It felt rather ironic, comically enough. Erica would train her at the new position only to be Cinni's next victim. No matter, Cinni thought to herself with a chuckle, maybe Sable will promote her to Erica's position next.

Cinni arrived at the club, a couple hours early than she normally did. Things don't really pick up much before noon rolls around, but some pretty dedicated patrons still hang around, even at this hour. They tended to be pretty big spenders, too. They had to be, really. More often than not, the early bird regulars who showed up to just hit on or harass the staff and not spend any money quickly ended up as someone's meal. Most often they became Erica's meal.

Speaking of Erica, Cinni spotted her behind the bar. This early on, it was pretty empty save for a few lushes who liked to get the day started with a few stiff drinks. The lizard waved at Cinni to come over. As she got closer, she noticed the lizard seemed a bit distracted and hot under the collar.

"Glad to see you in this early," Erica said, her breathing a bit heavy, occasionally biting her lip, "We'll get started on the training once I'm done."

"Done with what?" Cinni asked, thinking for a moment that the busty lizard girl was getting a blowjob to start her day.

"Prepping the house special," She replied, bearing her teeth in a toothy grin and pointing under the bar. Leaning over, Cinni was greeted by the sight of a legs sticking out of the tip of Erica's massive cock. The struggled weakly while being very slowly pulled into the tip. Very muffled groans and yells could be heard from her balls, which rested on the floor. From the shape of the face poking through the scaly skin of her sack and the discarded heels and panties a few feet away, it was obvious it was one of the employees. In fact, it seemed like one of the girls helping at the bar the night before.

"Can't tolerate girls who can't keep up," Erica continued, giving the tip of her shaft a firm rub, "so this one's contract has been 'terminated'. Don't worry, the other girl is more than up to the task to help you out. But if you're gonna head things up over here, then consider prepping the house special drink your first lesson."

Cinni couldn't help but get slightly aroused at the sight. She'd seen others in the act of consuming someone in various ways (along with her own recent escapades), but the way Erica devoured people so slowly was always a tantalizing sight. In the back of her mind, Cinni was eager to pick up this part of the position.

"Part two of this lesson," Erica said, motioning for Cinni to come behind the bar, "is to ensure the drink is good and ready."

Upon getting behind the bar, Cinni saw only the girl's feet protruding from Erica's cock. Visible only for a few seconds before vanishing, allowing the girl to descend the rest of the way into the lizard's balls. More weak squirms came from within, the sound of groans and churns quietly sounding along with it. Erica turned to Cinni, pushing her hips out and presenting the massive sack to her, "Which means some good old-fashioned massaging.".

Without another word and with a smile, Cinni dropped to her knees and complied, taking the massive orbs into her arms and hands and caressing them all over. She could feel the form of the ex-employee inside, her struggles gradually lessening before ceasing altogether. Soon after, her form began to soften and dissolve into lizard cum. Once fully churned, Erica's cock started to drip, alerting her that this batch was indeed "ready".

Pulling away from Cinni, she moved to a large, empty keg and angled her cock into it. With no incentive needed, Cinni proceeded to help Erica jerk off. After a few minutes, the lizard's body tensed up as her cock squirted gallons of thick cum into the keg. Spurt after spurt, the keg filled up quickly, also catching the bones of the ex-employee. Before her loins could fully be drained, Erica tensed again, holding back the rest.

"Always keep some back," She said, her breathing slowly returning to normal, "patrons will gladly pay plenty extra to have some 'from the tap', if you get my drift."

The next several hours were spent between more traditional bar and kitchen training with Cinni and Erica, as well as hands-on work once the afternoon got swinging. Between Erica, Cinni and another girl lending a hand, the bar and kitchen functioned like clockwork. Countless hard drinks and plates of food were served through the day. Cinni even got to watch Erica collect a bunch of cash upfront from one customer to get the "house special" from the source.

Sometime, as the evening got going, the initial rush died down and gave the trio some time to relax. The house-special keg was nearly empty and the tip jar was nearly overflowing. They took the time to do some light cleaning around the bar and tables. In the middle of the wipe down, the phone behind the bar rung, prompting Erica to answer it. It was obviously Sable, as the phone served only to connect her to whoever was working the bar.

"Yes?" Erica said into the receiver. Cinni watched from a distance, only slightly hearing Erica above the music. Erica then started to look off towards a crowd, her eyes narrowed, "Yeah, I see her. We'll take care of it."

Following her gaze, Cinni looked into the crowd as well. In it, she spotted a lizard girl, talking into a cell phone. The same one from the photo she got the previous night. Cinni's eyes lit up, knowing it was time for the next step in this little adventure. Oddly enough, however, seeing the girl in her entirety also revealed her tail, which looked very similar to the one Cinni saw at her apartment. Was this girl the same who delivered the note? Whoever this "K" person was, it seemed they weren't above using their own delivery people as expendable bait.

Erica hung up the phone and started to approach Cinni, keeping her eyes on the lizard girl. Cinni turned back to the table she was cleaning, pretending not to notice anything. She felt Erica tap her on the shoulder. Standing back up and looking towards her, she noticed just how intense and focused her gaze was to the crowd.

"Drop what you're doing," Erica said flatly, her eyes never leaving the crowd.

"What's going on?" Cinni asked, doing her best to feign ignorance.

"Looks like we got another rival agent in the establishment. One that needs to be dealt with."

Following her gaze brought Cinni's eyes back to the lizard girl. She was still on her cell phone, first silent as if on hold, then talking and nodding to whoever was on the other end of the call. Despite Erica's steely-eyed stare, it seemed she was completely oblivious to being noticed or observed.

"So what do we do?" Cinni asked.

"Follow her and see where she goes," Erica replied flatly, "If need be, we'll 'escort' her to a secluded place and see what info we can get out of her. I bet she knows something about Jasmine and Lauren."

"What if she doesn't wanna talk?"

"Then she goes to my hips."

After a few moments of watching, the lizard girl hung up her phone, briefly glanced about, and started to walk away. She subtly pushed herself through the crowd, making her way towards the back of the club. Erica tugged Cinni's arm and the two of them started to follow.

The pair kept a reasonable distance as they tailed the lizard girl. She seemed to be looking over various parts of the club interior, nodding to herself as if making mental notes. It was impossible to tell what her motives were. Erica thought she might be sizing up the place. Two of their high-ranking members had vanished, likely devoured, and the leader of this rival group was showing some blatant confidence with sending this girl in. Even more so that she was picked out as an enemy so easily by Sable.

Several minutes of trailing her had passed before she glanced at her watch and abruptly changed direction. She moved briskly towards one of the clubs rear emergency exits, where she pulled a key from her pocket, disarmed the door alarm, and walked out to the alley. How she came into possession of a key aside, Erica and Cinni hurried to the door and caught it before it full closed. Erica put a finger to her lips, demanding silence from Cinni as she slowly opened the door and looked. With a nod, the two quietly but briskly, headed outside.

Erica and Cinni walked down the alley, which went on for about thirty or forty feet before turning a corner to a dead-end where the dumpster was kept. Moving quickly along, they stopped at the bend and Erica carefully looked around the corner. Sure enough, the lizard girl was there and back on her phone. They couldn't make out what was being said, but a few sentences were exchanged before she hung up and proceeded to just stand there.

"She must be waiting for a pickup," Erica whispered and handing Cinni what looked like a leather muzzle and a thick zip-tie, "We'll need to make this quick."

Cinni only nodded in agreement. They slowly approached the girl from behind, Cinni taking the lead. Foot by foot, they moved closer until Cinni was just within arms-reach. With a sudden burst of quickness, Erica grabbed one of the girl's arms while Cinni grabbed the other, slipping the muzzle on her at the same time. The scaly woman let out a surprised squeal, but was hardly audible beyond the alleyway. In no time at all, Cinni had secured the muzzle and bound the woman's hands, forcing her to her knees.

"Now that we have that out of the way," Erica said, casually strolling in front of the lizard woman, "Normally, this would be the time for introductions, but frankly, I don't really care about your name. All I care about is how you answer my next two questions."

Cinni kept her hands on the woman's shoulders, keeping her on her knees. She took the opportunity to lightly grind her bulging groin against the back of her head, chuckling as she did. The woman's attempts to yell had ceased and she just stared wide-eyed at Erica, her chest rising and falling with heavy breathing as she did.

"Do you know who took out Jasmine and Lauren?" Erica asked as she slowly walked towards the woman. Her eyes darted left and right, before looking up for a few moments before returning her gaze to Erica, who was clearly not impressed.

"Very well," she said, moving a bit closer, "Are you willing to give up who you're working for?"

Once again, the woman's eyes moved about as if thinking about her possible response. Once again, her eyes returned to Erica with no indication that she either knew the answer or was willing to give one. Erica's lip curled up, annoyed but not really surprised. Cinni wasn't too surprised, either, but even she was hoping for some kind of answer to that last question. She had been aching to know who was helping her out. Guess it would have to wait a little longer, she thought.

"That's a shame," Erica said as she undid her pants and tossed them aside, letting her own balls and thick cock hang loose in front of the lizard woman's face, "You're usefulness is rapidly diminishing, but I think we've got something you'd be very good at."

Erica looked at Cinni and gave her a subtle nod before turning and facing away from the pair. She spread her legs a bit wider than her shoulders and bent over, lifting her tail high and giving both Cinni and the lizard girl a nice and clear view of her pucker, balls and dripping cock. The look on the lizard woman's eyes was one of confusion, but Cinni just smiled.

One hand moved from the scaly girl's shoulders and deftly slipped free of her own tight shorts and thong, kicking them aside. She again rubbed her growing erection and balls against the woman, giving the side of her face a teasing lick. Distressed squeals came from her throat once again as Cinni's hand gripped firmly on the back of her head.

"I think it's time to put this 'toy' in its proper place," Erica said, reaching back and spreading her cheeks apart. She wiggled her rear in anticipation, letting out a very sultry giggle. Cinni undid the strap on the muzzle, allowing it to fall away. Before the woman was able to even let out a yell, Cinni suddenly shoved her head forward and down, burying her scaly snout into Erica's ass.

Erica let out a lustful moan as she felt the woman's face press to her backside. The muscles within her anus instantly clamped down on her snout and started to pull. With Cinni still pushing the the woman from behind, her head was enveloped in seconds. Muffled screams could be heard coming from Erica's ass, who continued to moan and chuckle. Without any real leverage, the lizard woman could provide no real resistance.

Despite her attempts at struggling, she continued to be pulled inside. Inch by inch, the remainder of her head and neck sank into Erica's butt before her shoulders stopped her entry. Cinni made it no secret just how turned on she was as her cock bounced and throbbed. Erica glanced back at Cinni, giving her a smile and nod.

"How about helping the toy along, sweety?" Erica said as she gave her ass a wiggle.

"Thought you'd never ask," Cinni replied, repositioning herself behind the lizard woman. She ripped off what clothes she had, exposing her bare ass. Pulling her tail upward, Cinni started to grind her cock between her cheeks. The feeling elicited more squirms and muffled yells from the lizard girl. Among the distressed screams, Cinni and Erica could have sworn there was a moan of pleasure in there. Whether real or imagined, it was enough to drive Cinni to the next step.

Cinni pulled back and pressed the tip to the woman's nether lips, plenty wet and slick as her body's need for pleasure betrayed her current situation. With a quick thrust of her hips, Cinni's cock glided into her pussy with little friction. Clear moans came from within Erica as the lizard woman's need for pleasure suddenly overpowered her feelings of distress. Cinni let out a moan of her own as she proceeded to softly hilt the woman from behind. It would be the only soft thing she gave from that point on.

Cinni withdrew half of her shaft from the woman only to thrust back in, fast and hard. The thud of her woolen hips hitting her scaled rear was loud and accompanied by a 'squelch' sound. Erica's pucker had started to stretch around the girl's shoulders, the muscles within her rump still pulling. Again, Cinni pulled out and rammed herself back in, stuffing a bit more of the woman into Erica. Soon, her shoulders had passed the hot threshold, the greedy flesh holding its prey tight and pulling relentlessly.

Cinni transitioned into a steady and firm rhythm of thrusts, not wanting Erica's ass to sucker her in too fast. Every few thrusts, Cinni moved a half step forward to keep up with the lizard woman's vanishing body. Given her natural girth and length, Cinni was able to reach her climax just as the woman's butt reached Erica's hungry pucker.

Cinni bit her lip and let out her hot load of cum into the woman, who's legs and tail went rigid. Erica let out a groan of her own, feeling the girl's belly swell with cum from within her ass. Leaving her cock fully hilted, Cinni gave a few more hard thrusts and stuffed a bit more of her into Erica. Legs finally being pulled off the ground, Cinni withdrew her cock. Only little of her seed overflowed from the woman's pussy before Erica's ass let out a loud 'slurp' and yanked her in until only her lower legs protruded.

Cinni took a step back and Erica stood straight up. She bent her legs and slowly sat herself on the ground. The woman's feet touched the ground and quickly vanished with Erica's cheeks touching the floor. Lewed sounds of 'glorps' and rumbles came from Erica's massive belly. No longer paralyzed with pleasure, the woman finally decided to start struggling with all her might, yelling and screaming from within her fleshy prison.

"Look who suddenly feels like talking," Erica teased, leaning back and enjoying her full belly, "Bet you wish you were more willing to cooperate earlier. Too late now. You did great as a toy, now you'll do even better on my hips."

Cinni stood there, remaining silent and looking on. Her spent cock was quick to become hard again after seeing the lizard woman fully consumed by Erica's ass. She was also rather turned on by her and Erica's immediate position; indisposed, facing away and completely unaware. Cinni's cock started to throb once again, her fingers lightly pushing into the slit as she licked her lips.

"Go tell Sable," Erica panted, not bothering to turn her currently bloated form around to face Cinni, "that spy is as good as ass-fat."

"Will do," Cinni replied as she slowly moved closer to Erica, "And about Lauren and Jasmine?"

"Still don't know who did them in. This bitch didn't seem like she knew. Someone has to know in this place. I'll fucking eat half the club if I have to."

"I don't think you'll be able to do that."

"Psh, what's to stop me?"

Erica suddenly felt Cinni's hand under her chin, lightly pulling upward. In a brief bout of confusion, Erica looked up and was greeted by the tip of Cinni's dripping cock. Before she could even finish saying "What?", the cocktip dropped onto her face and the slit stretched open and enveloped her entire head in an instant.

"Being a puddle of cum," Cinni responded. She held her quickly growing cock with both hands, pushing it onto Erica's head. Pre dripped copiously from it, running down Erica's body and drenching her in the musky fluid. Erica tried to struggle, but her freshly lubed body and awkward position made her efforts futile.

Cinni took a step back, pulling Erica back as well and forcing her into an even more compromising position. Now at a better angle, Cinni pushed herself forward, slipping more of her growing junk over Erica's body. With a loud 'slorp', the thick horse-cock had slid down down Erica's chest and slowly stretched over her still gurgling belly.

Cinni groaned, flexing the muscles in her groin and hoisting her reptile-filled cock off the ground. Assisted by gravity, Erica sunk a bit deeper. Her full belly enveloped and only her stiff cock holding her in place. Cinni giggled, reaching for Erica's erection and eagerly played with it. Despite her expert handling, Erica's legs and tail thrashed wildly in protest.

"Aww, come on," Cinni teased, "Least I can do is let you blow one more load before you become one yourself. Between you and the other lizard chick, you'll make one hell of a 'house special'."

It wasn't clear if Erica had heard Cinni's teasing or if she was ignoring her. Regardless, Cinni continued jerking at Erica's thick green cock. Her other hand reached out to the bulge Erica's belly made through her throbbing flesh, rubbing it excitedly. The unknown lizard woman's squirms had finally stopped.

With a mildly disappointing sigh, Cinni focused both hands on Erica's now-leaking cock. She could tell she was close to cumming. She reached out and pulled her massive shaft close, allowing her to completely swallow and suck on Erica until peaked. Hot ropes of cum shot into Cinni's throat, which were excitedly gulped and swallowed. The taste was exquisite, likely the last drops of the fired employee Erica had churned up behind the bar earlier.

Erica's quickly softening cock slipped from Cinni's mouth. With one last swallow and a lick of her lips, the black sheep pushed her cock to a full vertical position. Without Erica's erection to stop her, she quickly started to descend. Cinni moaned loudly as she felt her head enter her sack, hugging her huge dick tightly. Moments later, Erica's feet and tail vanished from sight and her body plopped into Cinni's waiting balls.

The screams and squirms coming from her sack were quiet and weak. Erica certainly lacked the energy to put up a decent fight any longer. However, she continued to struggle for several minutes before finally going quiet. The lizard-shaped bulging in her sack softened, her balls returning to their round voluptuous form. Able to somewhat walk, she made her way back to the club door. Thankfully, the lights were low and the path to the bar was mostly clear. She made her way back, getting a few whistles and sudden rubs to her nuts from patrons as she went.

Upon returning to behind the bar and towards the back of house, she immediately went to the keg meant for the "house special". It took her hardly any time to stroke herself to climax, spilling gallons of seed, and numerous bones, into the container. She pinched herself off, saving a little bit in her balls for any potential customers. As was her little ritual, she made sure to collect Erica's skull, rinsing it off and tucking it aside to add to her collections before returning to the bar for work. Barely twenty minutes into continuing her duties as if nothing had happened, Erica was suddenly greeted by Sable sitting at the bar.

"How's the training going?" She asked, her posture and expression one of confidence and dominance.

"Just finished up," Cinni responded as she cleaned, served some drinks, and collected tips.

"Very good to hear. Where's Erica?"

"She's...Resting. That lizard girl her and I followed didn't go down without a fight."

"I figured as much," Sable said as she casually glanced over the bar, noticing Cinni's balls, "Looks like she taught you to make the house drink."

"Yeah," Cinni replied, giving her knee-length hanging balls a jiggle, "No orders on this batch yet, but I think everyone will like it."

"Will they?" Sable asked, standing up and strolling around to the back of the bar, "Then I should probably sample it first."

Cinni said nothing as Sable dropped to her knees, her hands caressing the sloshing sack and enticing the black horse-cock from its sheath. The Cheetah woman eagerly took the hardening flesh into her mouth, bobbing back and forth and sucking hungrily. Cinni could only moan, bracing herself on the bar table. She had never been this close or intimate with Sable before, and was quickly learning just how skilled Sable was. Cinni could hardly hold back for long before she came. She gripped the base of her cock to control the pleasurable squirting. Sable drank ever drop up with ease, running her rough tongue against the sensitive tip of Cinni's member. Between her drinking and Cinni's moaning, a crowd had formed and were cheering at the hot display.

"Not bad at all," Sable said, wiping a small bit of cum from her lips with a napkin, "Whoever you churned up in there turned out very delicious. Keep it up, girl."

With that, Sable casually strolled away to return to her office. Cinni couldn't help but smile and giggle at how Sable just drank the remains of her own second-in-command. Following the scene, plenty of orders came in for the "house special", and there were no shortage of patrons wanting to pay extra to get it right from Cinni's cock. Within the hour, what was left of Erica had been drained from Cinni's loins and now resided in the bellies of multiple patrons as well as Sable.

The hours rolled on uneventfully throughout the rest of the day and afternoon. Sable hadn't pressed any further about Erica's whereabouts, and there were no more higher-ups at floor level to tip-toe around. Cinni kept glancing towards the window on the second floor that overlooked the club; Sable's office. She wondered what the final step her unknown accomplice had in mind. Sable was just as cautious as she was voracious. Getting to her wouldn't be easy.

As the business started to wind down and the club began to wrap up for the night, the bar phone rang. Cinni picked it up, expecting to hear Sable's voice. After a few "Hellos", she was about to hang up until something came over the receiver.

"Wait until the club is empty," the distorted voice said, "Then meet me in Sable's office. The door will be unlocked."

Before Cinni could say anything, the caller hung up. She looked around, semi nervous and with her heart pounding in her chest. She figured she would head home afterwards for whoever was helping her to set up the big hit on Sable the next day, but it seems they were ready much sooner than before. Cinni hung up the phone and continued about her business for the next hour.

The last of the employees and lingering patrons had finally left, walking and stumbling out the door. The only person left was a lone night guard who rarely strayed far from the front desk. The silence of the closed club was eerie to say the least. Instead of the sound of loud music or the moans and cheers of people were subtle creaks of wood and distant clangs of metal. The main floor was very dark, only partially illuminated by the light coming from the window to Sable's office.

Cinni carefully made her way up the stairwell towards Sable's door. She had been up here a few times before during her employment. The door was always locked and there was always a secretary of sorts that buzzed people in. She had heard about people being offered the secretary position multiple times, usually it was claimed by new-hires. It made sense, in a way, since each time Cinni had been up here, there was a new secretary. Sable's hunger indeed knew no bounds.

Carefully, Cinni pushed on the bare wooden door. As she was told, it was unlocked and opened to an empty reception area. Moving on, she pushed on the door to the main office, once again greeted to what seemed like an empty room. Cinni was puzzled at this point, looking around for any signs of what she was to do next. The side rooms were clearly empty, as well as the private bathroom. Cinni felt like she was ready to panic, wondering if something had gone wrong. At that moment, however, the door to the reception area swung open.

A coyote woman strolled into the room, stopping upon seeing Cinni. She wore a tight black shirt that shamelessly showed off her large breasts and a loose and flowing red skirt. Red arm warmers and Black stockings with bits of gray fur showing where they didn't cover. Her black ears twitched and her eyes, accentuated by a distinct black pattern below each, narrowed.

"And you are?" She asked, slowly moving closer and letting the door shut behind her.

"I'm..." Cinni said, hesitating for a moment, "I'm Cinni."

"Oh!" The coyote said, instantly taking a more cheerful and relaxed tone, "About time I finally get to meet you."

The coyote strolled to Cinni, taking her hand and giving it a shake before circling, looking her over. Cinni stood still, still confused and still a bit defensive. It was odd enough to find a total stranger in Sable's office, but this one was acting like they knew each other. Could she be who was sending the letters and setting the stages for Cinni to consume Sable's staff?

"And who are you?" Cinni asked cautiously, her eyes trying to remain on the coyote as she moved around her.

"Krasnya," She replied, "And you've done one hell of a job on this place. With everyone out of the way, all that's needed is the deed to the building, some documents, and my crew will be running this place in no time."

Cinni's suspicions seemed confirmed at this point. She took the moment to finally relax, herself. Kras moved behind Sable's desk and plopped herself down, going through a few papers and drawers as well. Cinni took the opportunity to sit herself down as well, taking a chair opposite the desk.

"Took Jasmine up your ass, churned both Lauren and Erica into cum," Kras continued, throwing her feet up onto the desk, "really wish I could have seen it. Can't tell you how much trouble those bitches have caused me over the years."

"Well," Cinni said with a chuckle, "the setups were perfect. None of them ever saw it coming, but I made sure to let them know who was responsible."

"Mmmm," Kras replied, shamelessly lifting her skirt and revealing an impressively sized bulge packed in a tight thong. She pulled it down and let her cock spring out which she stroked, "You have got to give me all the details on them sometime. But I have to ask... You didn't tell me what you did to Sable, and I am dying to know."

Cinni's smile vanished from her face in an instant. She had trouble processing what Kras had just said, wondering if she had just heard her wrong. She shuffled uncomfortably in her chair, causing Kras to tilt her head in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Cinni asked, "I haven't touch Sable. I haven't even seen her since earlier today."

"But you're letter said you took care of her," Kras said, a look of confusion wiping across her face as well.

"What letter? I thought the letters I was getting were from you. Didn't you set up the hits on Sable's staff? And call me and tell me to meet you up here?"

"Set up...What? I never sent any letters or set up any hits. The fuck you on about? If you hadn't axed Sable, then where is she?"

As the two bickered back and forth, neither noticed the reception door quietly open and close. Nor did they hear above their own voices the sound of footsteps within the room. Cinni noticed movement in the shadows behind Kras, causing her to fall silent and stare. Before Kras could react to her sudden silence, Sable sprung forth. She grabbed Kras by the arm and neck, slamming her to the desk and holding her still, bending her arm behind her back.

"What the fuck is this?!" Kras yelled, unable to move while Cinni stood up and froze in place, a look of utter shock on her face.

"This is you being incredibly gullible," Sable responded, the devious smile never leaving her face, "Cinni? Be a dear and fetch some restraints from the table by the window."

Hesitating once more, Cinni struggled to make sense of the sudden turn of events. She felt even more confused and lost than before. With a glare from Sable, she snapped out of her state of immobility and did as she was told. Retrieving some straps and delivering them to Sable, who wasted no time in climbing on top of Kras, wrapping her legs and arms with the tight bounds. Afterwards, she shoved Kras into the chair opposite the desk and sat herself into her own chair.

"Cinni," Sable continued, her voice remaining perfectly calm and collected, "please gag our guest. I'd rather not hear her irritating voice."

Cinni nodded, quickly taking the ball-gag Sable had placed on the desk in hand. She did her best to ignore the yells and slurrs coming from Kras, moving quick to stuff the gag into the coyote's maw. Her screaming became muffled and far easier for the ear to handle.

"That's better," Sable continued, leaning back in her chair with a confident smile, "I'm sure both of you are really confused right now. Guess it's only fair to finally fill you in. Cinni, I was the one who sent you those letters."

"You?" Cinni asked, floored by the revelation, "But...How? Why?"

"Well, the truth is that I've known my staff has been planning on 'overthrowing' me for some time now. No idea if they were serious or how far along they were, but I don't deal with insubordination very well."

"Then...Who is she?" Cinni inquired, glancing to Kras, who was writhing in the chair and mumbling through her gag, a very angry look in her eyes, "How does she fit into this?"

"Oh, this is Krasnya," Sable replied, leaning back and shamelessly stroking her cock as it poked out from under her skirt, "She's been a thorn in my side for a long time now. She's spent the last few years trying to worm her way into my business ventures."

Standing up, Sable casually strolled around her desk, her cock hard and throbbing. She took Kras by the side of her head and dominantly dragged her member across the coyote's face, "My problem was this," She continued, "If I personally dealt with my underlings to my liking, her numerous spies would relay that info to her and they would move in on me. Without any confidants, I'd be a sitting duck. So I had an idea. I knew you were one hell of a latent predator, even if you didn't show it in the club very often."

Sable pulled her dick from Krasnya's face, letting her look away and grumble, and waltzed to Cinni. She circled the black sheep, laying her claws on her shoulder from behind and giving her a firm but gentle squeeze, "I had a feeling that someone like you, given the right motivation, would gladly pick off the targets handed to you. I told Erica to very subtly warn you that not renewing your contract might land you on my dinner menu."

Sable released the shivering sheep girl and returned to her office chair, sitting down and idly stroking her shaft again, "All I had to do was set up the letters, hire some girls to deliver them and be bait, and you to take care of the rest. Quite expertly, I might add."

Cinni found little comfort in the explanation, her head swimming with thoughts. She looked over to Kras, who was doing her best to look as threatening as she could, despite being bounded and gagged. She looked back to Sable, still trying to reconcile being some kind of pawn in a larger game.

"Wait," Cinni said, "the girls I was told to follow, the ones who ended up getting eaten by your staff; they worked for you?"

"Indeed," Sable answered, "I offered them a bunch of cash, told them how to act, and sent them on their way. I may have left out the part of them being bait and destined to get devoured, but hey, 'need-to-know' and all of that."

"As for Kras," Sable continued, standing up again and moving to Kras to further tease and torment her, "I managed to flip one of her spies and got them to deliver updates on your progress. The last piece I had sent was that you took me out as well. Without me or my generals, Kras would figure she could just waltz in here and take over. Surely enough, she did, and now here we are."

"So," Cinni asked, answers laid out in front of her save for the most important one, "What now? What happens to me?"

Sable smiled, taking Kras by the arm and throwing her onto the top of the desk. The coyote groaned in pain, followed by growling in anger, which then led to a muffled squeak of surprise. Sable took Krasnya's feet and proceeded to feed them into the tip of her cock. She started to struggle, yelling through the gag, but her bounds kept her limbs tight and her face-down position on the desk gave her nothing for leverage.

Lewd slurping sounds echoed in the office and Sable's cock pulled on the doomed coyote. Within several seconds, the hungry flesh had grown and greedily sucked in half of Krasnya's body. The coyote continued to mumble in desperate protest until the head of the cheetah's cock reached her breasts before the suction suddenly stopped.

"After your impressive display with my ex-employees," Sable said, a hint of moaning in her words caused by Kras squirming within her shaft, "I have half a mind to hire you as my new second-in-command. There's no real application, but I do require two things: Submission...."

Sable effortlessly hoisted her cock off of the table, Kras snugly packed within. She stood there, seductively smiling at Cinni. One of her claws rubbed her cock teasingly while the other pet her captive. The bulges Kras made moved about, continuing her futile struggle and she continued to yell through the gag.

"And that you be willing and able to take my cock in your ass," Sable finished, giving Cinni a wink. It took a moment for Cinni to catch on, the realization hitting her and causing her to blush and smile. Kras, on the other hand, squirmed wildly and mumbled at the top of her lungs as she came to the same realization.

Cinni slowly slipped her skimpy undergarments off, tossing them aside. Her cock, stimulated by the favorable turn of events, slowly grew in length and hardness. She walked to the edge of the desk in front of Sable, turning around and bending over the top. She glanced back, licking her lips and spreading apart her cheeks. Her pucker quivered and her belly growled in anticipation.

Sable's smile grew wider as she slowly moved forward. Her living cock-plug flailed as hard as she could to no continued avail. Her eyes widened as she moved closer the sheep's ass. Sable chuckled evilly, intentionally only inching her way forward. The cheetah pushed her throbbing trunk of a penis down, pointing it directly at Cinni's waiting rear.

Cinni reached back and teasingly rubbed at Krasnya's face. Mere inches from Cinni's hole, she tensed and scowled. Seeing a swiping motion from Sable and nodding, Cinni deftly undid the strap to the muzzle. With a quick flick of her wrist, she pulled the muzzle off.

"YOU PIECE OF SH-" Kras screamed, cut off suddenly by Sable giving her hips a quick thrust forward and driving the coyote's snout into Cinni's ass.

"What was that?" Sable asked facetiously while rocking her hips in different directions.

"I think," Cinni moaned, pausing to adjust to the pleasurable feeling of Krasnya's face in her butt, "She was saying something about herself."

The pair chuckled for a several seconds with Sable continuing to prod the coyote's snout in Cinni's ass. Slowly, the cheetah took a step forward, causing more of Krasnya's face to sink into the sheep's pucker, the flesh easily stretching to accommodate. A small hump from Sable caused the coyote's head to slip past the musky threshold with an audible "pop" and causing Cinni to squeal in delight.

"Ohhhhh," Cinni moaned, lightly bouncing her rump up and down while muffled screams came from her posterior, "That always feels good."

"That's the easy part," Sable said, stroking her massive rod and playing with the Krasnya's squirming form, "Now comes the 'fun' part."

Sable continued to push forward at a steady pace, stepping forward after more of her dick became enveloped into Cinni's hungry ass. Inch by inch, her cock slid in to the tight passage. Now reachable, Sable took Cinni's hips into her claws. Pushing from her legs and pulling herself towards Cinni's soft, plush butt.

Krasnya's cries didn't let up, only changing where in Cinni's body they emanated from. The bulges the coyote formed in Sable's cock continued to thrash with the tight fleshy confines. The sticky fluid within the shaft caused her skin to tingle. Within moments, she felt her face press against something, causing her even more discomfort.

Cinni glanced down at her belly and grinned as she saw Krasnya's face show through the skin. She alternated her hand from stroking her cock to rubbing and prodding at the coyote's face. Each small thrust from Sable made the bulging face push out and in, assisted by Cinni pushing herself back into Sable's dick in time with the humps.

Sable paused for a moment, panting loudly and firmly rubbing at Cinni's cheeks. She bit her lip and flexed the muscles within her loins. She could feel Kras push forward, forced up the cheetah's cock and deeper into Cinni's bowls. With a moan, Cinni pushed back from the desk and bent lower, letting her expanding belly stretch down until she felt Kras forced into a fetal position in her gut.

"Fuck," Cinni said, caressing her distended belly, "She feels great in there."

"I'll bet," Sable replied as her cock slowly shrank and returned to its normal, but still long and thick, size, "All that screaming must've made her throat sore. I think she needs a drink."

With little warning given or needed, Sable took Cinni's hips in hand. With a single strong thrust, she buried herself balls-deep into the black sheep's ass. Her hefty balls slapped against Cinni's own sack and thighs. Both girls moaned in lust, drowning out the distressed screams of Krasnya, still trying to struggle against the inevitable.

Sable worked herself into a rhythm of humping and thrusts, moaning and giving Cinni's soft ass a few good slaps. Despite stretching around her swollen victim-filled dick, the sheep's ass still managed to be nice and tight. She knew it wouldn't be long before she erupted.

Cinni moaned uncontrollably, her body rocking back and forth from the hard plowing Sable was giving her from behind. Her cock was like a faucet, leaking a growing puddle of precum onto the hardwood floor. The assault her inner walls gave to Sable's throbbing cock along with that cock's assault on her prostate quickly overpowered Cinni's willpower. She stopped holding back and let the climax come. With an unbridled scream of lust, Cinni's body tensed up and her cock fired thick jets of cum to the desk and floor. White splatter flew in all directions up to ten feet away. Still being banged savagely up the ass, Cinni clenched and unclenched in time with Sable's thrusts.

Tongue hanging from her mouth and her eyelids fluttering, Sable's own orgasm struck her like a truck. Cinni's inner walls rippled around her thick flesh as cum exploded from the tip. Long and hot jets of seed started to flood Cinni's insides. The sound of squirting and sloshing filled the room as cum filled her belly. Her fluffy skin ballooned more and more after each squirt. Looking down, Cinni watched her gut swell until she could feel Krasnya become submerged.

Sable, still fully buried in sheep-butt and still cumming, gripped Cinni's shoulders and pulled her up and back. With a loud 'glorp', Cinni was helped with hoisting her squishy gut into the top of the desk. Sable embraced her from behind, grinding and rocking her hips as she continued to inject cum into Cinni. The still slowly swelling belly started to jiggle, sloshing and gurgling noises coming from within. Bulges of hands and feet appeared as well as the shape of Krasnya's head. She struggled desperately to create a pocket of air in the cum-filled chamber to breath, only for it to be filled in by another spurt from Sable's over-productive balls.

After a minute of watching the coyote's pitiful struggling, they quickly started to lessen. A few loud 'glugs' and 'glorps' from inside later, and Cinni's belly fell silent. No sounds aside from the natural gurgles of absorbing all that cum and digesting of fresh prey. A sudden jerk of movement caused the belly to jiggle one last time, a definitive signal of Krasnya finally expiring.

Sable and Cinni panted hard, catching their breath following such an explosively lewd session. Milked of every drop, Sable withdrew her semi-flaccid cock from Cinni's ass. The pucker clenching as the head slipped out. Cinni tensed her lower body, desiring to hold every drop of Sable's seed in her now-huge belly. It would take several hours to absorb it all along with the coyote, now destined to become pudge on her already ample cheeks.

"Did I..." Cinni wheezed, her hands sliding about her swollen gut, "Did I get the job?"

"Oh I think you did just fine," Sable replied, still embracing Cinni from behind, "Welcome aboard, second-in-command Cinni."

Cinni smiled, giving her belly a playful jiggle. She cooed at the feeling of the cum sloshing about and the dissolving coyote within. She couldn't help but shiver in glee, a even more fulfilling career resting just ahead.

"So what happens now?"

"Oh I have a list of stragglers under Krasnya's banner that need dealing with. In the meantime, you can take Erica's old office and start hiring some new talent. Erica kept it pretty barren, so I hope you got stuff to decorate it with."

"Of, I think I've got a few heads in mind for jobs, and a few heads ready for decorating."