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If you wanted a good, classy place to get a drink and see some live music, The Oasis was the bar of choice, but for those who craved a more energetic experience, The Horn was the hottest club in the city. It didn't even have to be the weekend for it to be packed to capacity, filled from one corner to the other with over a hundred writhing bodies. The music pumped thick and heavy, a thorough mist of smoke and general haze alike as the heated, sweat bodies got to bumping and grinding under the watchful eye of the big boss herself, that older oryx who controlled much of the city. Maybe all of it, and the next one over too. And the next. And so on.

Some said she had eyes on everything, that if someone gave so much as a whisper of her name in her domain, she would hear about it. If someone was looking at her in those moments, seated in that broad chair that might as well have been a throne, her fingertips pressed together and a stern look on her face, they might have believed such rumours. She was behind one-way glass, covertly observing every single happening that took place in her club, making note of every single face. There weren't many people in the crowd she didn't have some dirt on, and for those she didn't recognize, she could always find something.

Her information was always good, but she could be skeptical. When she heard rumours of someone who'd been looking at muscling in on her territory, she didn't think much of it. After working hard for many years, for entire decades, to convert or destroy all those who opposed her reign, she thought she'd made the message pretty clear. Nobody would dare try. They always ended up the same. While she kept a certain amount of security around her at all times, in the form of a beast and a brute and a few others that most might underestimate at a glance. Yet for all her preparedness, for all her backup plans and safeguards, she never would have thought that not only were the rumours true, but Sabel's infiltrators walked among the crowd, operating right beneath the boss' nose.

Lauren, Jasmine, and Erica all made their entrances separately, so as not to give away their plans. One stranger in the club was nothing to worry about. Three would draw eyes of suspicion. The bouncers let them in without question, at least. One good look over any of those lovely ladies, and they were welcome inside. Every nightclub could benefit from such luscious sighs as the lioness, the pantheress, and the lizard. They mingled with the crowd, bumping and grinding, pressing close to whoever they wished but keeping eyes on their targets. Dairinn always promised that anyone in her domain was safe, and plucking someone up to consume at random would have been one thing to make a statement. But even more defiant was to single out some of the boss' lieutenants, to snack upon those who were considered the most untouchable. Lauren and Erica already knew who they wanted, while Jasmine remained unsure, circling, swaying through the crowd in search of the perfect mark.

The lioness made the first move, and it was an easy one. She didn't have to put on any sort of charm to catch the eye of the dancer swaying her hips through the crowd. All she had to do in order to catch the eye of that sultry black sheep as to glance in her direction. Everybody knew who she was. Cinni was one of the most popular dancers in the whole club, and losing her would be a hell of a blow to the gang as a whole. The predatory glare Lauren gave her would have been intimidating of Cinni knew what she was planning, but to her it mostly just looked like she was flirting from afar. She ignored all the other potential patrons trying to get her attention, fixating entirely on the lioness staring her down. They were both licking their lips at each other, perhaps for different reasons, meeting up in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a great many bodies. They all avoided the two of them, giving them a little bubble to work with, circling one another, like they were about to tackle each other and fuck each other senseless on the spot. Maybe they were thinking about it, but suppressing the instinct as they leaned up close, breathing warmly in each other's faces, less than an inch away from simply making out on the spot.

"Hey, sexy sheep. How much for a private dance?"

"Mm. For you? No charge. I'd love to grind on such a cute kitty."

She reached to stroke slowly down Lauren's arm, and the lioness one-upped her by just reaching close and giving her a deep squeeze on the ass, groping deep into the fluffy cushion of the thong-clad beauty.

"Nnf. You might not call me a kitty when I show you what I can do."

"Sounds like fun. Let's go somewhere we don't have to read each other's lips."

Cinni took the lioness by the hand, and pressed her hip to hers, and together they swayed their way to the back, tucking behind a curtain, and then even further, through a solid door that clicked locked behind them. The aromatic private room had luxurious seating for as many as a dozen, all revolving around a central pole, but it was just the two of them. They had absolute privacy, and the freedom to do whatever they liked. This was Cinni's realm, her area of expertise, and she seized the pole with absolute confidence as she waited for Lauren to take a seat. Except, she didn't do that, instead moving right up beside the sheep, and placing two hands firmly on the pole herself.

That made the dancer give her a befuddled look, cocking her head to one side.

"Uh. You know that I'm the one giving the show here, right?"

Lauren just offered a smirk, as she reached up to open the first few buttons on her top, exposing a nice layer of fuzzy cleavage.

"I told you. I've got something to show you too," she asserted.

Cinni just gave a snort, but she didn't argue. She seized a hold of the pole, leaning back, arching her back, and just got those hips rolling and thrusting, swinging her fine rump through the air as she gyrated towards the lioness. Lauren in turn turned her ass around and planted it right against the pole as she started grinding right back. She was still wearing her skirt, but that just hugged the cheeks of her backside all the more, making her look all the more shapely as she showed off what she could do, bouncing that ass until it was jiggling.

The sheep knew she had to top that, planting her pussy right up against the pole, ever so slowly sliding down until she was bent right over backwards, her shoulders touching the floor before she bounced back up, casting a smirk towards the cat as Lauren was left to think up a better move. She couldn't help but chuckle as she completely unbuttoned her top, shrugging it off to leave her in her bra, her ample tits giving a good bounce as she reached up to let them free. Some quick work with her clasp, and her breasts were bare, perfect for planting up against the pole with a sultry squish, then slowly sliding up and down as she titfucked herself with that cold metal. It wasn't feeling all that cold anymore with their warm bodies rubbing against it, and the incense-fused scent of the room was growing even more intense as their own aroused musk filled the air, clouding each other's thoughts, unhinging their inhibitions.

If Lauren was going to get topless like that, then Cinni just had to keep going. She tucked two fingers into her thong, swinging her hips broadly as she worked it down her thighs, exposing her bare ass and pussy. She was dripping some. It was impossible to resist getting turned on by all they'd done so far. A flick of her finger and her top tumbled from her tits as well, bare before the lioness, the black sheep fully exposed as she gave a nice long lick of her lips to try to keep the cat's attention. Then she pressed right up to that pole, letting it part the slick lips of her pussy, slowly sliding up and down to smear her juices along the glistening steel. Her deep, sultry moans only made the sight more enticing.

It was enough to get the lioness' tent skirting, making the tight garment feel a whole lot more uncomfortable with every second. She didn't even bother to take it off in a sexy way, all but tearing it from her hips so her dick could spring free. The soft lioness was just as hung as she was thickly curvy, swinging a nice fat cock and matching pair of nuts. Throbbing her way to full, dripping a nice thick string of pre as she ran her fingers up and down her body, caressing her tits and hips before just taking a few slick strokes of her shaft, decorating her inches with all the juices she'd worked up. It was enough that Cinni had to pause in what she was doing just to look, subconsciously biting her lip at what she was seeing. Of course Lauren noticed that.

"Seeing something you like, sheepie?" the lioness teased.

"Maybe." Cinni gave a chuckle, gripping the pole, starting to circle with lioness, like they were trapped in a cage together.

They were locked in the same room with no easy way out, and a sheep didn't have much chance against a wild lioness, but Cinni wasn't backing down. She twitched her short tail, giving a little sway as she spun around the pole, slowly rocking back and forth while Lauren just kept stroking. She was only getting juicier, getting a nice musk going as the ambient heat. She was more than dripping by then, practically gushing, and Cinni's arousal matched. The lioness' muscles tensed here and there, as if she was ready to just pounce and fuck the sheep senseless, but rather than flinch away from those motions, Cinni instead leaned right into them. She wasn't going to just back down and submit because her client was horny. This had become a showdown.

When they advanced, they did so almost in perfect sync. Their bodies were in tune with each other, picking up what the other was putting down. This wasn't a dance or a show anymore, this was a contest. Little did Cinni know, it wasn't just for fun, either. She wasn't dealing with a rambunctious customer, she was dealing with an enemy, one very set on taking her down. But she wasn't going to go down easy. They locked up in what was at the same time an embrace and a wrestling hold, mashing each other's busts together, staring into each other's eyes for a time before just meeting in a kiss. Cinni pushed her tongue against the lioness' lips, but found herself countered by the big cat's own slurper, soon sucking hard on her tingly slurper, still trying to overwhelm her even when she was practically swallowing that feline tongue.

Well, fine then. If she wasn't going to win the licking battle, she could do well with her fingers. Running her digits down the feline's spine, she made that kitty shiver for her as she rubbed against her body, the both of them grinding and humping on one another but not quite meeting sex to cock. The sheep was left grinning around the lioness' tongue as she sucked on it when she got down to the lowest reaches of her back, giving some nice firm scritches to her tailbase, right above her ass. Every cat liked that, even the big ones, and while a lioness couldn't exactly purr, she could certainly mrowl for Cinni. It was muffled by their sloppy kiss, but still told her those precise touches were having an effect.

After enough sucking on each other's spit, the big cat yanked from the sheep's mouth with a showering of saliva, slurping at her face right after and getting a good lick back. They worked like that, duelling tongues, slathering down each other's features to try to get the other as wet as possible and be somehow declared the winner. Lauren's tongue was tingly and rough, making for a very stimulating slurp, but not quite as much mess, while Cinni's was getting the big cat's face thoroughly slobbered-upon in seconds. The lioness was going to have to come up with something else, so she went lower, tantalizingly working down the sheep's throat, and then giving a nice long lick over her tits. A forceful application of that tingly surface to the sheep's nipples was enough to make Cinni moan, tossing her head back for a moment, conceding that it felt damn good.

"Mmm. You should just let me take over," Lauren teased. "I obviously know better what I'm doing with my tongue than you."

Cinni didn't answer right away, instead swishing around and getting behind the cat in one smooth motion. She took a hold of Lauren's hips, pressing her tits to her back, and leaned in nice and close to murmur in her ear.

"You don't know what this tongue can do," she softly said, giving a thrust of her hips to bump her sex against that thick feline booty while she was at it.

Lauren have a huff of air. She couldn't help but grind back a little, running her rump up and down Cinni's thighs and sex alike.

"Oh yeah? Well, are you going to just talk about it, or are you going to show me?"

That was it, Cinni thought as a broad grin spread across her face. She'd won. Lauren was submitting to her desires, even if those desires happened to be giving her all kinds of intimate attention that might not have seemed immediately dominant. Lauren put her hands on the pole gripping it tightly, letting her cock thump up against her belly while the sheep got to licking. She worked first down the back of the lioness' neck, giving her a teasing bite to the scruff while she was at it, and then set to dragging her tongue ever so slowly down Lauren's spine. It was really getting her squirming by then, throbbing too, spurting out some nice thick gobs of precum that were near as potent as an actual load by then. Clearly, Cinni's expertise had taken control of the situation. And Lauren hadn't even seen the final master stroke just yet.

It was tempting for the sheep to just slip around and wrap her lips around that kitty cock. That would have felt good, for both of them. She liked the taste of cat. Maybe she might even get the chance to indulge once of her lewdest interests. She was going to have to make sure the lioness couldn't even move from orgasm to manage that, though. Lauren was a feisty one, even bent over a pole, getting her butt massaged by a lewd sheep. Cinni was kneading deep into that backside, massaging with her hands, pulling those cheeks apart so she could slap her tongue right against that tight hole. That was it, that was the move that no one could resist. Everyone went weak in the knees once they felt her expert tongue working them beneath the tail.

Cinni threw her whole body into it, rocking back and forth, really pressing that tongue of hers to the lioness' rump, eating out her ass with all the strength she had. Just as she expected, it was having an effect. Lauren was getting close to just doubling over, shaking, wobbling, moaning out loud. She was doing nothing to hide her pleasure, looking as good as beaten. It was enough to curl the edges of Cinni's lips while she forcefully ate that fine, soft ass. Her hands were on the big cat's hips, but she slowly worked them around, massaging at those thighs, and then upwards, playing with those kitty balls, finally taking a good, firm hold of that fat cock when she got there.

Once she got into her rhythm, there really was no stopping her. She was rocking back and forth, seizing hold of that lioness, utterly demolishing her with pleasure. No one could stand up to that perfect combo of deep rimjob and reacharound all at once. Lauren showed her teeth, arched her back, but she didn't even get out a proper snarl. It was more of a mewl, a tiny, weak sound that showed off just how defeated she really was. She slumped down, bucking wildly, grinding her ass in Cinni's face who just knelt there taking it all, jerking off the feline all the while as the kitty hit her messy climax.

It wasn't like anyone had ever shot their cum on the floor of that private room before. Lauren was free to make a nice big mess, gushing forth with all the seed those hefty balls churned up. She splattered the floor as she moaned and huffed, sinking lower and lower with every shot she made, until she was almost flopped on her face by the end, panting and dripping. Cinni gave a few more licks for good measure, her tongue plunged right inside the lioness, and her lips as well, before pulling back. Or at least, she tried to, but found the clenching muscles keeping her in place.

It wasn't unusual to give some contractions of pleasure when going over like that. What was unusual was to see Lauren recovering so quickly. She was rising up again, straightening, using the pole to brace herself. While she did that, she was also casting a devious look over her shoulder, flexing her back at a sharp angle just to achieve the desired effects. Cats were always so damn flexible. And they could look so strangely intimidating when they wanted to. She was looking down at Cinni with a strangely fearsome, intense glare. Not exactly the sort of thing the sheep expected to see from someone who just came her brains out. The chuckle she gave wasn't helping. And Cinni was still suck, her muzzle buried in that tight hole.

"Mmm. Good licking, but it's going to take more than that to wear me out. And now you've stuck your muzzle right up the ass of one of Sabel's best predators."

That made Cinni's eyes go wide. Lauren didn't notice though. She was too busy working her ass back, stuffing it down over the sheep's startled face, looking like she was twerking her way down over that fluffy sheep. She made that ass bounce, stretching it wide, but never flinching. Her butt was made for consuming whoever she liked, and she was going to make sure to get extra ruthless with a rival of hers. Cinni only knew the rumours, but she definitely knew that name. One clenching shove at a time, she was on her way to being the first victim of the invasion. Not even her shoulders gave the big cat trouble, tucked away rapidly while Lauren lowered her ass closer and closer to the ground.

At first, Cinni was too stunned to even get a proper struggle going. She realized the gravity of her situation sometime around when that ass squished tightly around her tits, making it a little harder to breathe with all the pressure squeezing on her. Her hooves clacked at the floor as she started trying to find a way to pull herself back out, and show the lioness what she could really do. She could still win this, could still dominate her in the name of her boss, if only she could just pry herself free from that consuming grip. That wasn't getting any easier, her middle, and then her hips getting squished right up into that flexing asshole. There wasn't much time left, and her hooves could just barely touch the ground anymore.

"Nnnf! Almost done. Good squirm, at least. Maybe if you knew who I was, you wouldn't have dropped your guard like this," the lioness teased. "I feel like I put on a pretty good show though. I earned this."

With that, she gave one more bounce her her hips, and tucked the sheep away. Her gut was bulging, sagging over her thighs while she squatted there. She could already feel her insides churning, groping and squeezing away at her prey, the sheep totally trapped, hooves and all, behind that tightening pucker. Aside from the massive outline of her meal, she was good as new, free to sway her way over and collapse into one of those luxuriant seats while she started churning at Cinni. With one hand, she rubbed at that bulge, massaging and feeling the gurgles starting, and with the other she grabbed her discarded phone and started typing up the results of her hunt, for sending to the other girls infiltrating the club. In a few minutes, she was going to have a picture to send them too.

Erica felt her phone buzz in the pocket of her shorts, but she didn't bother to check. She assumed it was good news, and she was far too fixated on her own target to think of anything else. Desi was a lovely lioness, though she was no Lauren. Her fiery red hair made her hard to miss, and even if she wasn't one of the dancers, she was still a valued member of the crew. Sabel's information was good. The lizardess approached with a swing of her tail, locking eyes with the lioness but not bothering to say a word. Instead, she just gave the long-toothed cat some time to look over those scaly curves, before nodding to a side room. A silent invitation was enough, and they didn't even get to smooching before they were slipping through the door and locking it behind them.

It wasn't so exotic a location as the private dance room that Lauren had lured her prey into, but it would do. There were several chairs around a big table, probably some sort of meeting room for various parties to discuss business, but Erica wasn't paying much mind to that. Instead, she was leaning in close to that sabretoothed cat, feeling herself getting locked in the feline's embrace while the two of them more or less fell on each other. They were immediately competitive in their kissing, locking lips together and playing with each other's tongues, going back and forth, getting things nice and sloppy within less than a minute of meeting. It wasn't until they finally broke from that makeout session that the cat gave a chuckle.

"My my, you're a hungry one, aren't you? I'm Desi, by the way."

"More than you know," Erica teased. Part of her knew that was a little much, but she couldn't resist. "Erica."

She figured there was no harm in using her real name. Sabel's name was getting out there, but nobody knew who her closest collaborators were. Erica was standing there, in Dairinn's own club, rubbing her hands up and down the sides and hips of one of her workers, and the neither the boss nor Desi herself knew what was going on. One of their number was already digesting away, melting swiftly down behind closed doors, and just looking at that fine feline beauty, she was already famished. The score was going to be two to zero for Sabel in not long at all. But as much as she felt she could have bested the cat in an outright struggle if she lunged that very moment, there was no need to take unnecessary risks. She'd just have to get her in a state she wouldn't even see it coming.

The first step was to whip her tail right up over Desi's shoulder, that long, flexible appendage of hers always capable of so many enticing tricks. She stepped a little closer, pressing her breasts to the cat's, smooshing tightly and holding close while she got to stroking at her shoulders, squeezing and massaging here and there. The lioness didn't seem to mind the touches any, leaning in, giving a nibble on the front of the lizard's throat with those long teeth of hers. Such a thing felt good, there was no denying it, and Erica couldn't help but give a small, pleasured huff as she slipped deeply into that embrace. They were grinding in moments, pressing bulges against one another's. Erica didn't even know about the feline's own, but she certainly didn't mind

"I hope it's alright if I'm forward. You seem to be alright with it, if I do say so," the lizard teased.

"Oh, I'm very alright with that. Why waste precious time?" Desi did pull back with a tip of her head though. "I haven't seen you around here before. I thought I'd know everyone by now. From out of town?"

"Mmhmm. Though I think I'll be moving here soon, if all goes well. Including tonight." She flashed a grin. "You'll help convince me to stay, won't you?"

Desi returned the flirty smile. "I'll certainly try."

They set back to a slow, sultry grinding, one that got more intimate by the moment. There was still that unspoken question of just who was on top, who was more in control of the moment. Those two well-hung ladies were more or less equally endowed, neither really taking the trophy in size, at least without measuring. They didn't have time for that, not in their flustered state, grinding and squeezing, closer and closer until it was like they were trying to absorb each other's bodies. Erica hadn't quite learned that trick yet. She was going to have to settle for something more traditional, and the longer she lingered in close proximity to the lioness, the more she rubbed and humped and ground against her body, the more she was able to steal some licks and sniffs. It was all giving her a very fine sample of that big cat's flavour, enough to get her mouth watering, get her licking her chops just to keep from obviously drooling on her chosen prey. She'd made up her mind about how to consume her, to say the least.

The next step was figuring out when to strike. She couldn't get the cat on the defensive. Even if she wasn't expecting it at all, Desi was still a solid, formidable feline, one who could quickly turn the tables on her if she didn't move quickly. Tasty as she was, Erica couldn't let that distract her. Plus, she was horny as fuck, just licking and pressing up against all that warm, rumbly cat, so she was going to have to take care of that first. One part of her wanted to pounce, wanted to just shove Desi down to the floor and start going at her right then and there, but that would have been awfully forward. Probably too much, enough to provoke a counterattack from the lioness. Instead, she resorted to more seductive methods.

A nice long lizard tail was great for swinging around, and she made good use of it as she swayed and swished, spinning on the spot and throwing her tailtip right up over Desi's shoulder. That had her fine jade-scaled ass planted right against the cat's bulge, and she gave a good long grind there for a while, backing the cat up against the wall for an impromptu lapdance. She pressed in hard, bending forward, keeping her tail lifted high, and mashing her ass against the kitty's bulge, rolling her hips up and down, getting Desi good and hard beneath her own skirt. The lioness just took it at first, rumbling, showing her teeth, more so than usual anyway. Once she recovered some from just how good that felt, she couldn't help but seize hold of the lizard's hips, and even give those cheeks a spank, hard enough to make Erica gasp. The lizard was grinning soon after. This was definitely working.

As much as she thought she had the upper hand on the big cat though, Desi could still surprise her. She wasn't ready to get shoved halfway across the room, walked along in her bent over state like she was a wheelbarrow, until she finally regained her balance by planting her palms atop the table at the centre of the room. Steadying herself, she swung her hips a few times, only to gasp out as she felt those claws against her skin. Her scales effectively deflected the sharp pricks, but her shorts couldn't stand up to the cat's sudden burst of aggression. Desi was rumbling, bucking her hips, humping that fine green ass like she were already fucking it, and she set to stripping the lizard down to bottomless as quickly as she could, her urges surging through her body.

Erica was fine with that. She could do plenty from that position. No sooner was she bare-assed before the lioness and Desi was stripping down too, leaving her top on but getting her cock free so she could slap it up between those cheeks. The constantly leaking pre was already gushing out, painting down that emerald booty as she rubbed herself against the lizard. Erica was far from passive, planting her palms down firmly, slowly raising her spine up so she could buck right back against the cat, spanking her ass to her hips and thighs while that kitty cock cleaving in between the cheeks. Desi found her target in time, squelching on her own juices, pushing against that tight hole and making no hesitance to penetrate. That was enough to get Erica hissing out, though she was probably making more noise than she needed to, exaggerating her own pleasure while she bucked right back into the impending strokes.

It was soon hard to say who was doing most of the fucking. They were pounding back and forth, both of them moving their hips faster and harder, thumping until the sound of booty smacking against balls was echoing through and out of the room. Anyone who passed by the door would have known what was going on in there, what with the hissing, the growling, and the breathy, feminine moans escaping from the two horny ladies. Things were getting wetter by the moment, with the lizard leaking her pre all over the table, and plenty more just running right down her taint as the big cat made a mess of her backside. Neither of them were especially trying to prolong things, hammering away and grinding deeply as they tried to rush each other to orgasm, to force the other to go over the edge first, and whoever won, it was going to be close.

Erica knew what she was doing, but Desi's cock felt better than she expected. It was shoved deeply inside of her, those balls thumping against her own, and such a nice grind on her pleasure points was getting her huffing, making her droop her tongue from her lips, clawing and scratching deep marks into the table beneath her. A little vandalism on top of all the other damage she was going to do to that club seemed right. She was clenching hard, milking at that cock, squeezing down harder and harder until it was all but impossible to resist blowing a load in her ass. The only problem was all the contractions were setting her over the edge too, and when she felt that certain tingle, one that ran from her taint all the way down to her toes, she couldn't help but cry out in sharp, unexpected ecstasy.

She wasn't even paying attention to who came first, anymore. All she cared about was bouncing that ass of hers against the big cat while they both creamed hard. Erica's cum soon spraying all over the table and herself, marking down her top and making it cling to her tits, partly translucent from all the mess while she emptied her nuts as hard as she could, her tongue hanging flopped down over her bottom lip. Desi erupted with a partial roar, not quite a full ear-splitting sound, but close enough, while she fell atop the lizard, thrusting wildly, unloading every single drop of seed she'd churned up in that sudden, fierce rutting. Erica got pumped nice and full, her belly even feeling a little heavy by the time the lioness was done milking out her climax, and when they were both finished, they became a heap of panting, steaming hot bodies, cum dribbling from the lizard's ass. Then it was splurting right out as the cat let her cock slip free, partly softened but still giving a few good throbs as she flopped down with the cum-stuffed reptile.

There was the temptation to just call it a night, to remain snuggled up with her enemy, dripping her cum, and forget about this whole impending war. It felt so good to just lie there, but Erica knew she had to keep the energy up, as worn out as she was by that orgasm. She summoned up some of her reserves, finding more energy despite her fatigue, and swiftly flipped herself over beneath the lioness. When Desi didn't immediately respond to that, she wrapped her legs right around the cat's hips, and swiftly flipped her over, dragging her onto the table with her while she sat atop her cock, pinning it down against her scaly taint. From that position, Erica was pinning Desi right there in the cum she'd just shot all over the table.

"Bet you can't beat me in a make-out contest," she teased, licking her lips elaborately for effect.

Desi just chuckled, sounding breathless. "What, right now? You're still horny, creamed lizard?"

"Uh huh. Unless you know you can't win. Might as well just concede that I'm the better kisser right now, in that case!'

"Now you just wait a minute!" Desi sat up some, as much as Erica's weight atop her would allow, and reached up to put a hand on her cheek. "I didn't say that."

They didn't need to tease any further. A deep exchange of flirty looks, and they were going at it. They hadn't exactly declared the terms of victory for the kissing contest, but that didn't matter to them. What did, was locking their lips together like before, and starting to have a contest of tongues. Erica was distinctly gifted in that regard, with her long, flexible slurper wrapping right around Desi's own, but that tingly sandpaper texture certainly made the lioness' tongue competitive, at least. They were sucking on each other's faces before long, rocking their bottomless bodies against each other, claws and fingers playing with each other's tops to finish the job of stripping. There was no getting their tops off from that position, at least not whole, leaving them tearing into each other's clothing, stripping each other completely bare, snapping brastraps in two and letting the tatters fall to the floor as they drooled into each other's mouths.

The sound was even slicker than their fucking, slopping and sucking while they tried to force each other's tongue back and forth, maybe to make the other swallow it. That might have been victory, but they hadn't decided. This was something Erica found she was distinctly dominant with, easily overpowering Desi's tongue, shoving it around all she liked. But that wasn't the victory she was going for. Rather than revel in her control of the cat's slurper, she instead began to give up, letting Desi shove her own tongue deeper and deeper, filling the lizard's mouth with it and happily licking all around within. Erica savoured in that scritchy feeling over her teeth and gums for a while, enjoying it while it lasted. Then she made her move.

It wasn't as drastic to watch as it might have felt to them both. She just slipped forward a little bit, schlurping her way over the big cat's muzzle, taking a little of it inside her mouth. Desi's immediate reaction was to pull back and try to get herself free, but Erica wouldn't let her. She kept those jaws clamped down around her features, slowly enveloping them in a steamy hot embrace, inching them towards the back of her throat. Desi's eyes were wide not with shock necessarily, but definitely confusion, dismayed by how trapped she seemed to be all of a sudden. Then her expression was hidden in the lizard's maw, bulging out those scaly cheeks as Erica sucked, slurped, and finally gave an intensely forceful gulp, revealing her intentions for real at last.

Desi's body jerked back, but it was still no use. She'd allowed herself to be pinned by the hungry reptile, and now she was getting swallowed whole. Erica had her in the most advantageous position possible, one Desi would have never let her take if she knew what was coming, but there was no going back down. All she could to was shove at those tits, trying to force her off so she could get back on top, probably eat her right back to teach her a lesson about trying to swallow Dairinn's people right there in the boss' own club! But even for all her shoving, Erica really had her, and was shoving her face down into her chest, gulping rapidly, making that cat disappear down her slimy gullet one hungry, bulging glurk at a time.

The lizard swished her tail excitedly as she got more of the struggling cat down. Desi remained defiant, kicking and even trying to claw here and there, so she grabbed her by the wrists and just pinned those arms of hers to her sides. She was in control, dominating her competition. The old boss' best couldn't stand up to Sabel's trusted inner circle. She was going to prove that by digesting the foolish lioness, right there under the oryx's nose. Her stomach was already rumbling hard, greeting Desi's gasping face with some ferocious gurgles that were more than ready to churn her down to shit. Just like Cinni was doing, a few rooms over, softening inside Lauren's gut. That was all the boss' most loyal people deserved, Erica thought to herself as she teasingly slurped Desi's cock on the way in.

Once she got past the lioness' hips, the battle was good as over. There was no getting out of a stomach that was already churning Desi up, though she was trying anyway. Erica's gullet constricted her hard, dragging her inwards, practically crushing around her body. She was feeling so hungry, like she hadn't eaten in weeks, and having that wriggling lioness pressing down into the bottom of her noisy belly was so satisfying she was starting to get hard. She didn't need her hands to keep Desi in place anymore, so she wrapped her fingers around her dick, giving a few good strokes, jerking off to the pleasure of gulping her chosen prey while she knelt there atop the cum-soaked table, dripping even more musky mess upon its surface.

One good lick of those feet and toes, and she finished off her meal with a spatter of spit. She couldn't help that part. Desi tasted so damn good, she was drooling a lot, and that flavour lingered even as the curvy bulge of her prey vanished from her throat and into her stretched middle. Her scales were taut with the weight of her meal, and her gurgles were so loud she almost didn't hear her own belch. That sealed Desi's fate. The air was already getting thinner, and the sloppy chyme was churning all around her, working on her fur, her skin, everything. Digestion wasn't merciful, and it was only getting messier with every moment as Erica wobbled over to her phone and set to texting the others to see how they were coming along. She found a message from Lauren announcing her success, which made her smirk, but Jasmine was still quiet. She licked the lioness flavour from her lips as she tapped out a group text.

Churning up a slut right now. Got one of her higher-ups, I think. You? :)

Lauren's reply came quickly.

_Almost done melting this bitch. Heading out to the alley in a bit. Will send pics. _

Nice. You there, Jasmine?

The pantheress still wasn't replying. Erica figured she was probably busy, and shrugged, before giving her belly a few thumps, leaning in to tease her meal.

"Mmm, how's it feel in there, pussy? Gonna be some nice fat on my tits and a load of lizardshit when I'm done with you. I wonder what your boss will think of that? Won't matter soon enough. Soon everyone will answer to the new boss in town."

The realization made Desi kick all the harder, but it was useless, and she was fading badly. Simmering, slumping, melting right down to mush, she was falling victim to the lizard's hunger. Already getting absorbed and processed through Erica's system, there was less and less of her to go with every second. A hungry reptile worked fast. And she made sure Desi didn't stop squirming until the end, poking and prodding, hefting and dropping her gut just to keep the activity hot and noisy. Desi was slopping around in there, nice and soft, though she was going to need more time. Erica wasn't planning on going anywhere. Even with all the dancers around, a naked lizard, dripping with cum, with a full, churning belly was going to attract far too much attention. And it was going to be even better to desecrate one of the oryx's many places of business with one of her former employees.

Lauren made good on her promise, having melted the sheep right down, turned her into a nice fat ass, thicker and more juicy thanks to the contribution of that stripper. She swished her tail as she made her way outwards, gathering her clothes but barely fitting into them, stepping out through a back door to enter a dark alley outside the club. No one was around, and they weren't going to want to be around either. No sooner had she finished churning Cinni down, and she was already getting rid of her, squeezing her back out the same way she entered. She wasn't recognizable anymore, just piling up as a great big pile of lioness shit, all used up and disposed of, discarded as waste in the alley for someone to stumble upon. A great big mountain of bone and wool-strewn crap was the monument to the first shot of that quiet war, and when she was done dumping Cinni out, Lauren turned and snapped a picture, sending it along to Erica and Jasmine alike.

Neither of them were responding. Erica was busy shitting out Desi right there atop the table. There was no way anyone would miss that, that big, bone-packed, steaming mess right there in plain sight, but she didn't care. She kept squeezing, working that fattened ass, huffing, hissing, until she'd squeezed out what little remained of that fangy skull. There wasn't much, the long teeth long since vanished and barely more than dust, probably not recognizable as belonging to the lioness anymore. But it was definitely someone, that great big mountain of lizard waste piled up there on the formally pristine surface of the meeting table, and Erica chuckled to herself at the bones tickled on the way out. So much for protection, so much for being untouchable. She snapped her pick and sent it to the boss, as well as her coworkers. She still hadn't heard anything from Jasmine yet.

There was a good reason for that. Where the others had been content to single out one of Dairinn's many employees, the pantheress saw the opportunity to make an even bigger statement. It wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but Sabel would be so impressed if she pulled it off. She had to go for it. No sooner had she gone in search of a target, before she made eyes right at the boss herself. The old oryx was walking along the floor of her own club, the crowd parting to allow her threw as she hobbled along on her cane, her bad leg such an obvious weakness. That said, she was still more intimidating than Jasmine had thought, being tall, well-built, and exceptionally curvy, with a bulge more than evident even beneath her fine evening dress. And she was looking right at her.

Cut to many minutes later, and they were seated in one of the booths together. Just like that. It was the greatest opportunity one of Sabel's agents was ever going to get, and all she had to do was tire out an old prey-animal and catch her off guard. There wasn't even anyone standing nearby, Dairinn having dismissed them for privacy. As much privacy as getting her cock sucked in the middle of a crowded club granted her anyway. Jasmine wasn't so much seated with the boss as she was seated on the floor underneath the table, her cheeks and throat alike bulging with the shape of that big fat zebra-like oryx cock. Sucking the enemy's dick might not have seemed like the most cunning of plans, but that was only if you didn't know just how good Jasmine's blowjobs really were.

It was difficult to really work her magic with a cock that big, but she made due. Dairinn might have seemed like an unassuming older lady, but her dick was big enough that Jasmine had to stretch her jaw just to fit it in her mouth. And that was when it wasn't throbbing. Every pulse running through that pitch black, veiny member made it bulge even more in the pantheress' throat. Yet still she was sucking, using her lips, her rough tongue, even the very tips of her teeth to make for as much stimulation as possible as she gulped down the boss' pre. The plan was simple. Make her cum her brains out, over and over if needed, and when she was too exhausted to even get up, that was when she'd make her move. Maybe someone might have come to help, but it was going to be too late by then. The war was going to be over as soon as it started, and it was going to be all thanks to Jasmine.

While she sucked and massaged that fat dick, she heard Dairinn giving some sultry moans above. She wasn't trying to compete with her, she was simply sitting back and letting the black cat spoil her, giving her plenty of juices to gulp down in return. Those weren't the only sounds she was hearing, briefly distracted from the schlurking suckles by the vibration of a phone above her. It kept doing that, apparently getting a whole bunch of notifications in a row every few minutes, but she didn't think much of it. Her focus was on the taste of that cock in her mouth. She was only supposed to be doing this to throw the boss off balance, but that musky heat getting mashed into her tastebuds with every suck was really starting to get to her. It made her huff through her nose, made her drool a little, and it was getting her hard, too.

Whatever those messages were, Dairinn didn't say anything about them. What she did do was slowly reach down and curl her fingers into Jasmine's hair, just playing with it gently at first. She got a little more firm in time, giving it a few tugs, adding her other hand to that grip as she pressed her fingers right down to the black cat's scalp. Jasmine wasn't expecting her to yank so suddenly though. From a smooth, controlled blowjob, it was turning into a sloppy facefuck, one that made it hard for her not to gag as the boss moved those hips with much more power and stamina than her old self ought to have been capable of. Well, it wasn't like she was that old.

"Mm. Good mouth, but I'm growing bored, dear. Don't suck on it if you can't handle it."

Jasmine made some sort of muffled protest, getting out nothing more than an mmf, but she definitely wasn't trying to get out of that position. The boss wanted her to prove herself? She was going to do just that. She locked her lips tight around that throat-plunging cock, bobbed her head, and sucked it as hard as she could while the oryx yanked her back and forth over its inches, practically using her gullet as a fuckable sleeve. And such a mess she was making in the cat's belly, filling it up with so much pre there was hardly going to be any room left for her actual load before long. And it wasn't going to be long for that either, judging by the twitching, clenching motions of those big fat oryx nuts, pumping hard, churning up something big.

The pantheress prided herself on being able to serve and be served almost infinitely. It was a feline thing. They were famous for their stamina, for their ability to bounce back and keep going no matter how drained they were, or so she thought. The boss was giving plenty of warning of her impending orgasm, but she remained so impressively calm throughout it all, barely giving more than a brief gasp out when she hit her peak that it struck Jasmine off guard anyway. Or maybe she just couldn't possibly be prepared for the gut-stuffing, throat-bulging, gushing, glorping, splattering cumshot, no matter how ready she thought she was. In a moment she was stretching and overflowing all at once, her belly rounding out, sagging onto her thighs while it sloshed. Cum was pouring from her mouth and nose alike, running down over the oryx's dick and thighs, splattering the cat's tits, making a soaking mess, a puddle beneath the table for her to kneel in. All she could do, with those fingers pressed tightly to her scalp, threatening to tug locks of her hair right out, was gulp as hard she could, and try not to choke. Or drown.

Dairinn took her time in pulling out once she'd blasted her nuts dry right down the cat's throat. Jasmine was getting desperate for air by the end, though she still shrugged it off, doing her best to act completely unaffected by the belly-bloating load. Though it was impossible to keep from coughing as that thick spire of black oryx dick flopped from her lips. She choked up some of the excess cum clogging her throat with a few gurgly hacks, sputtering it out and dipping her head down momentarily. Dairinn still had her by the hair, but she let her do that. Then she was tugging, urging her to come up into her bare lap, which she did once she'd caught some of her breath.

"Unngh ... that's a big load for an old lady," she teased, trying to act like she hardly even knew who Dairinn was.

That made the oryx chuckle. "I think I just get more potent with age. But let's not leave you all hard like that. Have a seat."

The boss certainly wasn't stingy about groping, stroking and caressing over the panther's bulge and helping to unbuckle her belt and let it free. Jasmine made sure to respond with plenty of rubs of her own. She played with and tugged at that cum-and-saliva-coated dick, massaging at its many inches, making it glisten as she spread the musky mess over its heated girth, getting that scent on her fingers. Dairinn was soft for a while, but she was firming up to every touch, leaving Jasmine fondling that broad, club-like dick in both hands while the boss undressed her. She stretched her legs out to get her tight-fitting pants pried off of her, even dropping that cock a moment to raise her hands, losing her top. Sure, she was naked in public, with plenty of eyes upon her, but she was sitting beside the person who owned the whole establishment, and much of the city itself at that. Nobody was going to question her.

Watching that oryx relaxing back like that, Jasmine expected her to be more passive. She was an older lady with a leg that didn't work so well - and not to mention the biggest boss in the city. Of course she'd wait for things to be given to her. So once again Jasmine found herself caught off guard when the oryx not only moved, but she climbed right into her lap, sitting snugly atop her cock, pinning it between the ample cheeks of her backside while she lifted her tail high. That felt good. Jasmine let herself slip into the role of horny cat, acting like this was nothing more than a hookup, planting her hands on the oryx's hips, squeezing deeply, feeling up her ass while she hotdogged up and down, spitting pre on the rim of the shiny black donut that was the boss' asshole.

Jasmine had to arch her brow at that. Just like that, she was going to get to fuck the boss herself? That seemed awfully generous to give that away like that. Almost slutty. But there was no better way to tire out her prey, and so she went right ahead and got her pre-slathered tip rubbing all over that broad ring, slicking it up with a good sheen of juices, slowly pushing inwards while the oryx huffed in her face. From such a position, her dick was pressing right up against the pantheress' breasts, and with a few adjustments she could easily titfuck her while she rode her dick. The tip of her cock caught up against Jasmine's lips, giving her a constant lipstick layer of pre as that broad, flared head bulged in her face, spurting up juicy gobs of the hot-tasting stuff, coating her features even as Dairinn sunk right down to Jasmine's balls with hardly a grunt.

She had a nice thick hole, but she was tight inside. Jasmine figured someone like her didn't tend to bottom very often, but who knew? She was certainly taking it to it with no trouble. One of her legs might have been weaker, but that didn't affect her hips any. She got swiftly rocking and thumping down on Jasmine's nuts, pounding her whole shaft right up into her backside at once, riding every single inch while she massaged it with her pleasured flexes. Apparently she was enjoying it, judging by how much more of a mess she was making. Jasmine was practically getting a facial from all the pre she was pumping out, getting coated in that oryx-scented pre, letting it cling to her features and paint her in juicy, slippery shine. She was gulping it when she could, swallowing it right from the tap as her muzzle kissed against that broad, slightly gaping cockslit, one that only opened a wider with every resounding thump of the boss' ass down on the intruder's dick.

The rush of the moment, the musk in her nose and on her tongue, the feeling of claiming the head of the whole organization with every deep thrust into her ass, it was all a little overwhelming. Not that she would have admitted such. And she was still going to prove herself, even with that surprisingly heavy prey animal in her lap. She gripped Dairinn's hips hard, dug her fingers in, and even her claws, and gave a slightly gurgling snarl as she bucked up into that plush ass, pounding hard, fucking her own boss' arch-rival as hard as she could. Dai bucked back just as hard, slamming her dick between Jasmine's tits, spilling so much pre it was running right down her entire shaft, a torrent of steaming hot fluids that coated her bulging veins and taut medial ring.

Jasmine threw herself into orgasm, making up for how quickly it came by just going off as hard as she could. She was snarling, nearly roaring, her jaws stretched wide. Which made her mouth a good target for shooting more pre onto her tongue, but that was irrelevant at the moment. What really mattered was bottoming out, slapping her balls up against Dai's ass, and climaxing explosively. She was utterly pouring out her seed, spurting it as wildly as possible, creaming up that tight donut until the boss was overflowing. Even the slightest motion was making for a slick schlurp or suck as Jasmine stirred around all the cum sloshing inside the oryx, though that didn't stop Dai from bouncing a little more. Every slap of her ass down to Jasmine's thighs sent cream spurting off in all directions, squeezed out of her by the thunderous impact. That whole half of the club was going to smell like their sex by the time they were done.

But they weren't done. Not yet. The boss was still hard, still absolutely rigid as she shoved her cock up in Jasmine's face, getting the riding going again. The cat was a little sensitive after that release, but she remained hard, going for some exceptionally sloppy seconds, schlicking in and out as the oryx got her ass bouncing like before. This time she went even higher with every motion, thumping the tip of her cock against Jasmine's muzzle harder, that cockslit spreading out wide. Then it was clamping down, squishing out a great big gush of pre right into Jasmine's mouth, and she couldn't even turn away. Not when she was getting squeezed like that. The contractions of that massive cock were keeping her muzzle in place, and they were starting to suck her deeper too. It wasn't occurring to her yet what Dai was really doing, though when she heard one of those buzzes again the oryx gave a chuckle.

"You really ought to secure your phone if you're going to be passing such illicit messages around. That's one of the first things I teach anyone who works for me," she calmly said, then lowered her voice some. "But you don't work for me, do you?"

She gave a particularly hard thrust of her hips upwards, almost popping right off of Jasmine's cock, though the cat clutched at her to keep her from getting too far. Dai fucked the cat's muzzle inside her cock, starting to overtake her face, and Jasmine realized what was going on at that point. Well, she'd lost the advantage of surprise, but she was still a potent partner. She was just going to have to fuck the boss stupid before she got stuffed too deep down her cock. The position was getting increasingly awkward, but she seized those matronly hips and plowed that hole as hard as she could, getting a vicious drumbeat going as she slapped her nuts against those painted cheeks, oozing cum all over her sack, her thighs, and the seat beneath them. It was enough that Dai gave a little toss of her head, her cock giving a few telltale flexes and throbs. Getting blasted in the face with cum from that position was going to be intense, but it was a lot better than ending up in the boss' turbulently schlorping nuts.

Those plump oryx balls were working hard, tightening up, pulling closer to Dairinn's body as if prepared to give a massive load. She held it in, focusing on consuming the silky cat. Such a massage she made, sliding down her cock. All that pressure, all that tension was dragging her in rapidly, going over her face, moving up to her tits, starting to squish them down flat to fit them into that bulging dick. They made for such a sexy outline, pushing out beneath the pitch black skin while Jasmine's chest heaved. It was getting harder and harder to fuck the boss when she was so deep down her dick, and Dai was slowly pulling off of her despite her resistance. Jasmine was just going to have to summon up some adrenaline, and pull hard, thudding Dai's ass back down into her lap while she buried herself balls deep and started cumming again.

That gave that boss pause, her belly getting filled to taut, even rounded out a little while she took another load of kitty cream beneath the tail. It was a bloating mess, making her slosh, making her slow and pant, even moan a few times. Dai sat there letting Jasmine cum in her, panting some, clenching her teeth and nearly hissing through them from the pleasure and the strain. It would have been so easy, so delightful to cum the cat right back out in those moments. And then she'd be vulnerable, orgasmic, tired. But she resisted, fighting down the urge, and instead giving a hard flex to drag Jasmine deeper, working down over her belly by then.

The cat softened only briefly, but that was enough to let her cock flop out of Dai's thoroughly-glazed donut with a spurt of cum in all directions. She was hosing down that booth, practically claiming it as hers. But it wasn't going to matter. Writhe as she did, she was waist-deep in oryx cock. She wondered how many people were watching. She wasn't defeated yet, but it was getting close. All she had to do was keep writhing, keep kicking and struggling, and make that horny beast cum her right back out before it was too late. The soft texture of her soaked fur definitely contributed to that, allowing her to rub back and forth, make the boss huff and grunt as she slid inside. Almost there, she could feel the clenching, the twitching, the contracting muscles that spoke of how good it felt to have the panther bulging in her cock. Quivering, panting hard, she was almost there, so close, so blissful, all she had to do was relax for a second and enjoy a mind-blowing orgasm rather than doing away with the feline.

But there was only so much of Jasmine, and eventually she ran out of time. Her tailtip and her paws were sticking out from Dairinn's dick, getting a juicy squeeze around the ankles before they were schlurped away. That broad cock gave a wet sound much like a gulp, sending the curvy outline of the cat right down into her nuts, dunking her beneath a thick load of cum that was only getting thicker with her presence. It was bubbling, intensely musky, positively raunchy with the intense scent bombarding Jasmine's nostrils. She kicked and did her best to find some way of escaping, but she was trapped. Her body sagged right down to the messy floor of the booth as the oryx spun around and got herself settled, casually digging through the panther's unlocked phone while she started churning.

"Such ambitious plans. That was good of you to tip me off to them," she teased. "Now I'll just have to sit here and think about what I'm going to do about your boss. But don't worry about that, kitty. You'll be stuffing a condom soon enough. Or maybe I'll pump you into one someone you knew. So many possibilities for a foolish cat like you."

Her nuts clamped up so tight it looked as if Jasmine had been wrapped in latex, perfectly outlined beneath the shiny skin of her sack. Dai yawned, and stretched her arms above her head. A simple gesture, and somebody was already bringing her one of her favourite drinks. Her cum was all over Jasmine, clinging to her every inch, and her balls were churning up the noisiest sounds possible. A resoundingly sloppy gloop gloop gloop was echoing through the club, even with the music still going. Plenty of people were watching her, and plenty more people were keeping a close eye on the sexy bulge of pantheress smoothing over with every gurgle, sinking and softening and becoming one with the nut-stuffing, sack-bulging load of oryx seed she was turning into. Others were going about business as usual, dancing, mingling, drinking. They knew the boss, and they knew she could pretty much do whatever the hell she wanted. If that was how she deal with someone on her bad side, then she was more than permitted to do so without question from anyone. Some of her watchers might even have been jealous of Jasmine.

Even if the humiliating, musky end she was meeting meant she'd failed and been defeated by the person she was supposed to be attacking, the pantheress couldn't deny it felt good. Her body was getting forced into ecstasy, her blind blanked out and blissful from all the musk invading her senses. She was swimming in cum, almost drowning in it, her curves and limbs melting down into the cream. She was smooth and silky, filled with pleasure, and soon gargling cum as she went under the surface. It didn't feel distressing, more just like slipping into a deep nap, and Dai's nuts sang her to sleep with a squelching symphony. Glorp, glorp, GLORP! ... glrrrrrrn.

That final clench was what turned the pantheress from solid into liquid, her body sinking in with all the other cum, getting distributed through both of Dairinn's balls, rounding and inflating them until they were sagging right down to the floor with the gallons of jizz sloshing within. She nodded to the server who brought her a drink, her cock still pushing up near her face as it throbbed with need. All in due time. She ignored it for the time, busy with that phone. She always felt like an old-timer when she thought such things, but the younger gangs, they put so much trust in their phones these days. They just always seemed to assume that whoever was on the other end was who they said they were. Deception was easy. Tapping slowly, she smirked to herself as she sent the message off to the late feline's boss.

Misson accomplished. Wanna come see? :)