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And why shouldn't she walk home by herself? Her father was always such a fuss, always telling her what she could and couldn't do. Usually it was to keep up appearances in some way or another, probably because he was seeking reelection yet again and he couldn't possibly have her out there acting like an individual if it might hurt his image. Diantha had always enjoyed expressing herself whenever she could, showing off a little, doing just enough to leave dear old dad pulling his fur out in exasperation. A squirrel like her had a big, perfectly fluffy tail to shake around, and she always enjoyed swishing her way around the city's many clubs and theatres, creating a little scandal of her own wherever she went. It had never brought her any trouble. At least, never the sort of trouble she didn't want.

This time was different, he had said. She didn't know exactly what that meant. And what was the big deal about his big anti-crime crackdown anyway? All this talk of new, no-exceptions policies, random searches, roadblocks, bringing in extra forces, even the army - it seemed ludicrous. As far as she had always known and seen, she lived in the safest city she'd ever heard of. Sure, a few illegal things were always going on in those clubs she frequented, but they were all victimless crimes. She couldn't disparage anyone for having a good time. Her father talked endlessly about massive, deep-rooted criminal empires threatening to topple the very government itself, and frankly, it all sounded like the ravings of a madman. Maybe it was time he finally retired, after all the years at his post. It was getting to him.

The nights were always quiet once she got away from the centre of town, wandering down the street, slightly wobbly but doing pretty well for how hard she'd just indulged. She always liked how even for all the bustle of the city, she could stroll through some of the nicer neighbourhoods without hearing a sound. The night was still, without so much as even the wind blowing, leaving her contemplating the sky a while, her vision partly concealed by a traffic light, casting an eerie red glow over the quiet scene. She hadn't noticed until then, but it was unusually dark on that corner. One of the streetlamps was out, and the next nearest one was a whole block away. A dark-furred squirrel like her was all but invisible in the shadows. And so too was the lurking predator who'd been stalking her for several blocks, unseen and unheard, his presence not even felt until it was far too late. The sound of a rippling, thunderous growl froze her to the spot, an icy sensation running through her veins as that throaty threat rumbled her very bones.

A squirrel like her might have had a reputation for being meek and easily frightened, but big carnivores never really intimidated her. Even lions were just rumbly kitties in the end. Or at least, all the anthro lions she'd met had been. There was always that vague connection to nature in everyone though, those buried instincts that came to the surface in times of great need, and resonant sound behind her brought out the most skittish side of her. They left her possessed by the urge to run for her life before she even turned to look at the big cat, but her legs remained encased in mental ice. Without even seeing him, she knew he was big, he was dangerous, he was an animal who might well have escaped a zoo or simply wandered in from the neighbouring forest. Motionless as if imitating a statue while he approached her from behind, she was the easiest prey he ever caught.

He wasn't gentle about pouncing her to the ground, and in an instant his teeth were around her throat. She felt them digging in, creating threatening indents in her flesh, and in that moment, she simply slumped and gave up. That was it, she figured. It was over. One bite, and she'd be a lion's food, right there in that lovely neighbourhood. Except, he didn't actually bite down. She felt him dragging her off, pulling her away from the sidewalk and behind a tall bush, somewhere relatively concealed. No small part of her wanted to scream for help, but maybe if she stayed perfectly still he wouldn't hurt her. That was how lions worked, right? Or was that bears? She hadn't been on a hike in a decade, and so she really had no reason to ever worry about huge, predatory animals attacking her when she spent all her life in a city, and yet there she was. For all her fear of it being a random, savage attack by a non-intelligent wild animal, somehow it was even worse to hear him speak. Especially when he seemed to know who she was.

"You must be Diantha."

His voice was a deeply guttural rumble, something she could feel vibrating through her entire skeleton with every thunderous syllable. She was still lying almost perfectly still, holding her breath until her lungs ached, trying to play dead. That obviously wasn't going to work, but she still had no idea how to respond. A quadruped animal who could speak and act as much a person as anyone else wasn't unheard of or anything, even if it was rare. She just wasn't sure what reason he could possibly have to be pouncing her like that. It took her a long while to stiffen up and simply start squirming, and he allowed her to slip free of her teeth, but kept her from crawling away with one huge paw planted firmly on her back.

"Do I ... know you?"

"Nope."

He gave her shoulder a swat, and that alone was enough force to nearly turn her over in one motion. Soon she was on her back, looking up at him as he loomed massively above. His mane was thick, as was his overall musculature. She saw veins bulging there on his sturdy forelegs while he kept himself lowered and close, breathing in her face. His breath was intensely hot, leaving her skin beneath her fur blazing, and with that heat came a rich, prominent musk. It clung to his fur, especially to his mane, and made every moment basking in his presence one of a constant sensual assault. It worked into her nose, her mind, her thoughts, and despite the fear she had, and the apparent hostility of the big cat, her body went ahead and reacted anyway, leaving her slightly aroused, slightly warmer and wetter between the thighs, despite her better judgment. All that, just from being near him for a short time, breathing of his thick feline essence.

"The boss wants to see you. I'm here to collect you," he gave as explanation, though that just left her with more questions.

"Your boss wants to ... ?"

He showed his teeth just slightly more than before, silencing her instantly.

"Not my boss. The boss." His force rang with a tone of respect, speaking authoritatively, before lowering his voice into a threatening, nasty snarl. "Good thing, too. If she didn't want you alive, I'd devour you right here and now."

Maybe he was just trying to intimidate her, but she wasn't going to test him. She just stared up into that great, fangy maw, shivering a little despite how hot she was. She was about to get even hotter as he leaned down to draw his tongue smoothly along her face, starting from her collarbone and moving along her throat until he could swipe that rough, tingly texture along her features, leaving her thoroughly covered in lion spit while he smacked his chops above. One taste, and he was letting out a deep grunt, one that rumbled all over her as he just laid himself down atop her, pinning her whole body beneath his chest and belly while he planted his forelegs alongside her head.

"Mmmngh. And you taste good, too. I'd love to have you in my belly. Guess I'll just have to have a little fun first, instead."

"What? No, get ... get away! Get off. Don't you know who my father-"

He shushed her by just shoving a whole paw right over her face, leaving her completely smothered beneath those musky pads. That scent of lion was abundant there, along with a faint dusting of the roads and paths he'd been walking on throughout the day. She tried not to breathe too much of it, but he held his paw in place for long enough she had no choice but to inhale, and that scent lingered in her senses even when he lifted that foot again. Then he was leaning right into her face, drooling on her features just a touch, speaking her words almost directly into her mouth while he glared into her eyes.

"Of course I do. Weren't you paying attention? That's the whole point of this." Then he was applying his tongue again, tipping her head back with the force of the slurp to her throat and chin. It felt like he was tearing out her fur with that scratchy tongue, though for the most part it stayed in place. "And that's why I'm going to enjoy this so much."

She wanted to call for help, but instead she ended up simply screaming. Anyone would have to see those fangs coming at her like that. He opened wide, giving her a brief view of that slick cavern that was his mouth, then descended, digging deep into her top, shredding through it with ease as he began to yank. The sound of fabric tearing could have been much worse, if he was just a little less precise, but all he did was prick her with his teeth while he ripped the clothing right from her body. His claws weren't quite so gentle, and she flinched and whimpered as they scraped against her skin, leaving deep marks while he dragged them along her form. She felt so small compared to him, so weak, so easily crushed or harmed, that for all the terror in her veins, she could do little more but squirm and gasp as he turned her pretty outfit into little more than a collection of rags clinging to her exposed curves. The night air poured over her fur, and she shivered, even as she basked in the overwhelming heat of his presence, his hot breath puffing over her as he looked her up and down.

The shock of stimulation that came with his tongue slipping along her bare sex was so much that she didn't realize at first how good it felt. Instead, she simply cried out, shoving and scrambling away from him, flailing her limbs all about as she struck against his face, his shoulders, anything she could get her hands on in effort to dissuade him from violating her like that. His saliva flowed thick into her sex, and she twitched violently as that rough texture dragged along her pussy lips with every greedy slather, breathing sharply through her nose as she fought down her body's natural urge to react. The claw-marks on her body stung, her heart was throbbing frantically, and she was having a hard time drawing her breath fully. That just got worse when he pressed his weight down on top of her again, this time not even bothering to look her in the eyes, instead immersing her in the tuft of soft fur on his chest where his mane ended. Every time she inhaled, she got a lungful of concentrated lion musk, and that left her shaking, gritting her teeth, trying her absolute best not to be horny.

If she thought his tongue was stimulating, then she wasn't even sure how she was going to handle that thick, spiny cock. It wasn't sharp, but she could feel those distinct nubs rubbing against her tender folds, grinding back and forth as the big beast began to shamelessly hump her. She sputtered, turning her head to the side, trying to find some room to speak. It was still muffled, but feeling him prodding her, teasing her, forcing himself on her like that, she couldn't help but scream in protest, beating her hands against his muscular chest.

"S-stop! Get off! Get away from me!" And when that didn't even register on him, she instead gave her most desperate cries into the cold night. "Help!"

The lion cut off her protests by simply thrusting forth, punctuating his violation with a deeply snarled grunt. His barbs rubbed harshly inside of her as he plunged deep into her pussy, spreading her out around that surprisingly girthy lion cock. It stretched her. It scraped her. It throbbed within her, fully formed, rock hard, delving deeper as he slammed himself forth, forcing himself balls-deep inside her. She felt that heavy sack tapping up against her, thumping as he gave some short, rapid thrusts, fucking her, raping her there in the grass while she called for help. No one came to her rescue, and she didn't even see a single light in the nearby windows. Either they didn't hear her over those throaty feline rumbles like rippling thunder, or they didn't dare interfere. She was all his.

As frightening as it was to listen to, she might have preferred it if he was simply snarling all the while, acting like a wild animal. Instead, she was forced to listen to his deep, lusty grunts of pleasure as he pumped in and out of her, fucking her hard enough she was feeling numbness over pleasure, left barely able to whimper beneath him as he fucked her like a lioness. He spared nothing for her small frame, ramming and rutting her into the dirt, digging a divot beneath her as he brought all his weight down in steady, soaking wet thrusts. She was clenching down around him, soaking wet as those stimulating nubs forced her to enjoy it, made her wet, made her tingle so much she couldn't stop kicking her legs. And it wasn't even to get him off of her anymore. Worse than his audible enjoyment were his teases, rumbled down to her in a breathy, almost purring tone.

"Rrrgh ... that's good. Such a tight one ... well, not that tight." He gave a little snort between those rapid, squelching thrusts, fucking those trickling juices right out of her. "I guess daddy's little girl gets to have some fun."

He leaned down, and drew his tongue along her cheek, drooling so heavily by then she was left slathered, soaked, her fur matted and clinging to her thanks to the soppy streak. The same could be said of her cunt, gushing juices by then, trembling, clenching, contracting around him no matter how much she squirmed and struggled. Every time she tried to slip her way out from beneath him, he caught her at another angle, gave her another jolt of pleasure. She was going to cum for him, even as he forced his great, beastly self upon her, fucking her until she could barely even feel her thighs for all the weight thumping down on her again and again. The constant drumbeat of her his balls against her pussy sounded less like a smack and more of a splash as he claimed her, faster, harder, hotter, dripping drool down just above her head with a distinct tapping of each descending drop. Just in case she forgot how easily he could eat her, his belly rumbled near her head, where she was still smothered by his underside.

"Good girl, mmm ..." came his initial moan, but it was much more of a snarl after a moment. "Grrrr ... so wet. It feels good, doesn't it? That big fat lion dick deep inside you ... making you all soaked. Bringing out that heat. Wonder what happens when I cum inside?"

Through her whimpering, her lip-biting, her helpless gasping, Di managed to choke out a single word.

"Don't ... "

Of course he didn't listen. Ending that brutal pounding with a single, womb-prodding thrust forth, he buried himself inside her as deep as he could reach, and let his growls erupt in an echoing roar. It ripped through the night and left her ears ringing, painful to hear from such close proximity. And yet, for all her embarrassment, for all her revulsion at getting raped by an animal like him, the power on display had some sort of effect on her. Or maybe that was just the feeling of his cock expanding, bulging, fiercely pulsing in her trembling sex, while she forced herself into indescribable ecstasy by clenching down on those many stimulating barbs again and again. Her cheeks burned hot with humiliation when she felt herself going over the edge, her whole body contracting in unwelcome bliss, rattled by the climax he inflicted upon her, until she was simply screaming beneath him.

"Mmmmmm," came his long, lusty groan. "That's what I like to hear. Gush for me, squirrel. That's it, nngh, yes ... fuck ..."

His taunting grunts fell back into snarling as he pumped his load into her, cumming right into her womb, filling her with the intensely hot sensation of being full. She couldn't believe how much there was, spraying out of him, over and over, splattering her inside until she swore it must have been two orgasms in a row. Or maybe three. No one came like that, anthro or beast, but his balls just kept pumping, kept churning up that thick load to stuff her with until she was overflowing. A great squelch came as his cumshot poured down her thighs, soaked her belly, made a pool out of her pussy. She was already such a mess, and even more of one when he rutted her a few more times, dipping his cock in and out of that creampie he'd made of her, while her womb stretched and swelled full. She was engorged, burdened with the weight of his cum, trying not to think about what it meant to have all that potent beast seed sloshing around inside her when she'd been in such a needy, clenching state.

The lion puffed above her for a time, snuffling and thundering, and he finally pulled out of her once he'd stopped unloading. Just when she thought he was done with her, he rubbed his dick against her belly a few times, spurting out a few more scorching hot streaks of lion cum, painting her from thighs to tits in those thinning ropes. They trickled down her sides, running through her fur, marking her with that musky scent that was going to let everyone know she'd been fucked by a beast. Some of it even got in her open mouth as she gasped for air, leaving her sputtering, shaking her head, trying not to swallow it. He still wasn't letting her up, lazily lying right atop her, blocking out the sights and sounds around her while she listened to him rumbling. It wasn't like the friendly purrs she'd heard from other cats, more like an extended, if soft growl, and the overpowering sound kept her from hearing if anyone was coming to save her. She still held out hope.

"Rrrngh. Fuck. That was good. The boss is going to enjoy you, I can tell. Doubt you'll be as fun once she's ruined you, but at least I got you first."

Her lips were trembling, along with the rest of her, but with concentrated effort she managed to stammer out a question, partly muffled by his heaving chest.

"W-what boss?"

"You'll see. We're going on a trip, meat. And I don't want you screeching while we take it, so ..."

He finished his thought with an action, reaching down to tug her out from beneath him, at least somewhat. She took the blast of fresh air on her face with a gasp, and wasted very little time before she was trying her desperate calls again. Before she even finished screaming the first syllable of a shrill cry for help, she was silenced by one of his hefty paws again, feeling it overtaking her features and wrapping around her muzzle. He got the other one on her face too, seeming almost to be massaging at her, though it was hardly pleasant. Gripping, squeezing, kneading, he jammed his pads against her mouth and nose, giving her a potent dose of his scent, and even her taste while she muffledly yelled and screamed, trying to get someone to hear her. Surely they'd help her once they realized who she was, even if it meant dealing with a wild lion.

"Give some good licks. Otherwise I'll just take you there in my gut," he commanded with a sharp, rising snarl for emphasis.

She didn't have any other choice. At least it seemed like no one was watching. They would have stopped this. Somebody was going to save her. How exactly did he expect to kidnap her without a vehicle? It was going to work out, as long as she didn't do anything stupid, she told herself. So she started licking, scrunching up her face, closing her eyes tight, trying not to think about how much she actually liked the taste of musky lion paw. Working between each of the pads, she was through, slurping out all the flavour she could get, drinking it down and acting as if she loved it. That wasn't a difficult charade to keep up. Part of her wanted to moan, wanted to keep going for as long as she could, working her tongue between his toes, along his pads, and over every single detail she could find, again and again, even when her jaw was starting to get sore. The only problem was how hard it was to breathe with those big paws upon her, and the cat wasn't letting up. He was only pressing harder, until she was completely smothered, left struggling for a single gasp of air, her chest growing increasingly tight.

Eventually, she gave some muffled cries of protest, which were met by his unconvincing reassurances.

"Shh. Shh. Just go to sleep. It's gonna be fine."

The way he said it made her swell with fear, and she summoned up all her remaining strength to pry at his ankles while she tried to scream beneath his paws. Nothing got out, no sound, no air, and she was left feeling lightheaded and weak while her chest ached more and more with every fading moment. She kicked, and then she simply twitched, her body failing to follow her own directions as she suffocated in that sweltering lion musk. Then there came the slumping, her muscles giving in, leaving her sinking more deeply into the dirt beneath her, flopping down and limp. A few last pulses of energy and effort ran through her, making her jolt, gasping beneath him but failing to draw a single mouthful of air, and then there were only the final twitches. Her world went dark, and only the supremely potent sensation of his feline scent overtaking her every sense remained, until there was nothing at all.

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For the first few seconds, she thought it had all been a dream. She was surrounded by hazy lights, darkened windows, and a pervasive masculine scent. Some of it she recognized all too well, after having it mashed into her senses by the big lion. He was still nearby. She could tell that much without even seeing him. There was another musky source somewhere too, and this one was richer, more refined. Less bestial, but more of a sultry, smooth, yet potent thing to huff, a trace of femininity making for a silky aroma to breathe in and out as she gasped to awareness there on the floor, doing her best to take stock of her surroundings. It was difficult when she couldn't even move right.

Her vision came back to her in time, but there was still a persistent numbness around her ankles and her hands. The circulation wasn't quite right with the way they were all taped up. She tried to gasp out, but she was gagged too, leaving her giving similar muffled cries to those that faded beneath the lion's paws, moments ago. Or that was how it felt to her. She had no idea how long she'd been knocked right out by those musky pads, but it was long enough to transport her to some sort of office, where she was sprawled and bound, naked on a finely carpeted floor. When she moved, the other presence moved too, and she heard a distinct tapping of hooves as someone moved closer, bringing with them that distinct scent that Diantha couldn't help enjoy. A hand gently turned her over, and she was soon looking up into the eyes of a lovely long-horned oryx, whose deep brown gaze and soft smile made the squirrel feel, at least for a moment, somewhat comforted. At least until the older woman was squeezing at her body, freely running her fingers over Di's bare breasts, and finally just taking her by the chin to ensure she listened to every single word she said.

"Good to finally meet you, Diantha. I am Dairinn. You might have heard my name before, depending how mixed up in your father's affairs you've been. Him and I have come to a disagreement of late. And so here you are. " She tipped Di's head one way, and then the other, examining her like a piece of meat. "I should have you know. None of this is personal, exactly."

The name struck the squirrel as familiar, though she couldn't quite place it. It was difficult to run through her mind with that fog hovering over every thought. With enough pondering, she was stricken by a memory of her father saying that exact name. It stuck out in her mind for the respectful reverence with which he spoke. In fact, now that she really thought about it, every single time he said her name, he lowered his voice a little. There was no one else in the city, maybe in the entire world that her father spoke of that way. A glance around revealed an expansive, regal office, while the sound of club music pumped away below. What was the mayor doing being so afraid of the owner of a club? She knew he didn't like those kinds of places much, but that didn't explain it. Dairinn went on, offering at least something of an explanation.

"You see, Diantha, it was to my understanding that your father and I had an agreement. He does not touch what is mine, and I let him carry on the charade of running the city. So now - I will touch what is his."

The oryx glanced to the side and gave a nod, and something clicked. Rather than turn her head herself, Dairinn did it for her, squeezing her cheeks so Di had no choice but to make a kissy face towards the camera. It wasn't the only one, either. She could see at least three, set up on tripods, taking in the scene from every angle, capturing her captivity and embarrassment. Then Dairinn turned the squirrel's attention back to herself, while she slowly lifted up a fine, frame-hugging violet dress that matched the splashes of purple on her elegant markings. She was a tall, curvaceous woman, ample-breasts, yet lean, but all the subtleties of her figure were undone by the bluntness of what was hidden beneath her dress. Diantha could only widen her eyes at the sight of that half-solid, pitch-black equine dick slowly firming up as it rested upon the oryx's open palm. It looked more like something a zebra would have, right down to the thick ring in the middle, and the swelling flare that just made the flat head wider and wider as the boss' arousal filled out.

"Be a good girl and do as you're told. You want your daddy to know you've been a good girl, don't you?" Dairinn softly chuckled. "From the smell of you, Nanji already got you warmed up for me."

Nearby, that lion gave a grunt. Maybe Diantha was projecting, but she thought it sounded proud.

"So I'm sure you won't mind helping out with our little production."

The oryx had greying hair and a general air of wisdom and experience to her, but she was surprisingly strong too. Of course, it didn't take much to overpower the squirrel, especially when she was bound and still shaking off the effects of her paw-induced nap. Either way, Dairinn held Diantha's arms down behind her back with a single hand, using the other to cup at her absolutely massive balls. One of them alone barely fit in her palm, and she bounced them up and down a few times, showing off the way their shiny black skin caught the light. A few tight clenches went along with her throbs of growing need, filling out that black spire until it was as thick as the squirrel's arm. She couldn't help but flinch away from such impressive girth, having no idea how she was even supposed to fit it inside of her, even as the silky scent delighted her senses, made her mouth water, growing more intense with every lusty pulse. Especially once that fat dick started leaking a steady stream of thin yet potently musky juices, oozing forth and dribbling down to dangle from the tip, leaving the squirrel squirming a little less with each moment as she fixated on that hot treat just inches away from her covered mouth.

"Promise not to scream, now," Dairinn chided her, reaching for that gag. "Or don't promise anything. It really makes no difference."

Diantha had to think about it once her mouth was free. She even sucked in a breath as if about to cry for help, but all that did was serve her up a heavy dose of the oryx's musk, something she could taste right out of the air. Without a thought, she was extending her tongue, as if to lick up the scent herself, her body working all on its own to pursue more of that sultry flavour. Then she was pulling back, catching herself, giving her head a shake. People were going to be watching this. Possibly even her own father, if he didn't hand off the responsibility to one of his aides. She couldn't let them see just how enticed she was by the forceful offer, that she would give in so easily to a criminal's big fat zebra dick.

"N-no. I don't want to ..."

"Mmm. You say that, and yet ... that look in your eyes." Dairinn gave a sharp buck forth, pushing the head of her dick right up against the squirrel's lips. That meant smearing a slathering coating of pre all over her muzzle, rubbing it deep into her fur and skin but not quite getting it into her mouth. "Go on. One good lick."

The oryx was sitting right atop her chest and middle by then, lowering her thick rump down to keep Diantha in place. Those juicy breasts, that fine butt, that older lady had all those lovely soft assets that the squirrel had always wished she'd had. She was gorgeous, seductive, so very tempting. And no doubt dangerous, if she had someone like that near-feral lion doing her bidding for her. It probably wasn't a good idea to refuse a command from her. That was the internal justification that let Diantha fight down her own humiliation and finally extend her tongue a little closer, lapping up the offered treat, cleaning that thick pre right from that glistening tip. She did her best not to look too eager while she indulged herself upon that gorgeously velvety taste. But she wasn't doing a very good job of that when she rolled that mess around in her mouth, making sure she sucked every bit of flavour from it she possibly could before swallowing it right down. Dairinn hadn't even asked her to do that.

"Good girl."

The way Dairinn said it, Diantha couldn't help but take it as a genuine compliment. Her cheeks were already hot enough, but they blazed as she heard those two simple words. Maybe she didn't hear them often enough. Or maybe that plump cock just tasted good. She was finding herself slightly regretting her initial enthusiasm when it just encouraged Dairinn to abandon subtlety and care. She was shoving forth, grasping Diantha by the hair, gripping deep into her scalp until the squirrel could definitely hear the sound of a few hairs being torn free. Her whimpers were effectively silenced by that girthy shaft spreading her jaws wide, throbbing hard enough to shake her whole body while the boss delved deep into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk's, and she found herself struggling just to breathe around that face-stuffing meat. It dragged along the surface of her tongue, grinding all the way to the back of it, really rubbing the intensely musky flavour into her palette until it was all she could taste. A steady trickle of precum spurted into the back of her throat, forcing her to just keep loudly gulping if she didn't want to choke, closing her eyes and doing her best to focus. For her own sake, as much as Dairinn's.

She started sucking without prompting. The command was already implied enough. There was something so supremely exotic to the taste of Dairinn's cock that she couldn't help but show a little enthusiasm. As much as she could anyway, given just how hard it was to wrap her mouth around that much girth at once. That flaring wasn't helping. Diantha wanted to gag, but she held on tight, her eyes watering some from the effort and the musk floating through the air. A little more, gulping, slurping, suckling with palpable hunger, and she was making progress. One inch, or half-inch at a time she went, guzzling down the oryx's hot pre with every inch of dick that sheathed snugly in her throat, soon bulging it out with a distinctly equine outline. The slick, smacking sounds of her tongue slathering around those bulging veins seemed almost to echo off the surrounding windows, undercut by the constant rumble of the nearby lion, watching over everything. For all his ferocity, he lay idly by, not even lifting a paw to touch once his boss was making her claim.

Fucking her face lying down wasn't going to allow for the best angle, so once Diantha's throat was snugly wrapped around the head of her dick, she was at least generous enough to allow the squirrel to sit up and take the pressure off her bound hands. That older oryx hobbled something in rising, and in a flash, that big cat was there, standing just behind her, offering himself up as a comfortable cushion if she toppled. Diantha didn't even hear him move. He was just there all of a sudden, though his services proved unnecessary. Instead, Dairinn simply sat upon his back, using him like a throne while she planted both hands around Diantha's face, pulling the squirrel's lips up and down her cock, starting at a slow but steady pace that only quickened with each gullet-bulging plunge. All she could really do was succulently glurk around all that delving meat, giving the occasional breathless groan, barely getting the sound out around that plump cock. It probably sounded like she was moaning, she realized. Maybe she even was, savouring in that intense, exquisite flavour, her tongue running over the veiny details of that pumping oryx dick, making sure she stole away as much of its taste as she possibly could. It was only getting tastier with every juicy suck and gulp.

She wasn't usually this good at it. She would swear it. Something about Dairinn's dick just fit so snugly in her throat, even for all its size. Every throb felt like it might break her, like it might finally be the one that sent her over the edge and made her gag, but all she could do was mmmm and gurgle as the boss shoved a little deeper with every motion of her hips. Nanji remained in place, serving well as a cozy chair for her to rest upon while she fucked their captive's throat. He was still giving those occasional rumbles, less a constant purr and more the occasional grind of deep, bassy noise like someone sawing into a log. Diantha was halfway there by then. Her knees pressed deep into the carpet while she rubbed her lips up against that bulging medial ring, her arms still bound behind her, unable to push back. She licked it with the very tip of her tongue, hardly able to manage even that, yet she was gifted with an approving pat on the head and a little hum of pleasure from the curvy antelope.

"Nanji, have you ever seen such a thirsty little creature as this squirrel? I barely have to nudge and she just dives down on it, like she needs it. You should feel the way she slobbers on my cock. I'd call it depraved - but I certainly don't disapprove."

Dairinn winked at the camera for effect. Her observations sounded as casual could be, her voice steady no matter how hard Diantha sucked. The lion just grunted in response. Only then did the oryx speak to the squirrel directly.

"You'll get your treat, once you've earned it. Let's show everyone just how gifted you are with such a warm, naturally fuckable mouth."

When she stood up, it was with none of the uncertainty as before, that hobble simply gone from her posture. She planted her hooves with a firm thud, and adjusted her grip a little at a time. From the side of Diantha's head, she crept her fingers long her cheeks, rubbing at the back of her neck, even massaging briefly, before she firmly clutched the squirrel by the skull. The tips of her fingers dug into Di's skin, along with some finely-manicured fingernails, leaving her hardly able to move at all. Things were going to go exactly as Dairinn wanted them, and that meant slowly plunging all the way down, until Diantha was somehow swallowing every single inch, every single foot of fat equine cock at once, desperately gulping around it, trying to find some room for air, for just one single gulp of breath before fainted there, left to dangle from that dick. Dairinn showed no mercy, keeping the squirrel's nose mashed right up against her loins for a few seconds, letting that slight sheen of sweat coat Diantha's nostrils, the desperation growing until Di was scrambling, twitching, shaking with the need to gasp, sure she was going to pass out. She didn't want to know what might happen if she failed to serve, and that thought kept her holding on for just long enough.

The heavy, wheezing noise that came from Di's throat when Dairinn pulled back left the squirrel slumping, all but limp, kept up and on her knees by that cock shoved halfway into her throat. Her arms were limp behind her, her eyes shut tight, her whole body just a helpless plaything for the oryx towering above. It wasn't that Dairinn was that tall. She simply looked like a giant, or maybe a goddess when compared to the soaked, dripping squirrel sputtering on her cock. At least she was kind enough to grant Diantha a few moments to catch her breath and steady herself. It wasn't going to be enough to truly prepare her, but it was something. Once Dairinn was satisfied her toy was ready, she pressed her fingers a little firmer to the back of the squirrel's head, and started to move her hips in a proper fucking motion. All of this so far had simply been warming her captive up, stretching out that gulping throat, letting her adjust to the overwhelming size of all that equine cock being shoved between her lips. A lash of her paintbrush tail, and the oryx was mating with her mouth in time, starting slow, and only adding more force to each and every stroke while the juices splattered down Diantha's modest cleavage, leaving a bright sheen of musky mess upon her bare fur.

"Just hold on, Diantha ... I will do my best not to break you."

The reassurance hardly felt like much when she was soon pounding her way in and out of the squirrel's flexing gullet. Diantha whimpered some, though the sound never made it out of her. That flared cock was stretching her gullet, making for an outline in her glistening fur as it worked all the way down to her chest. That deliciously heavy pair of pitch black balls slapped against chin, and all she could do was groan out as the strain overwhelmed the pleasure of Dairinn's taste being mashed into her palette. Her wet mmmfs were increasingly frantic as she felt unconsciousness creeping over her like a shroud, a useless protest against the brutal treatment, even when she was pounding her knees against the floor in an effort to communicate. Dairinn simply fucked her throat, pumping back and forth, letting a musical huff and moan come to her as she lightly closed her eyes and picked up the pace. From a firm, steady pounding it grew more rapid, more uncontrolled, the older woman losing herself in the bliss as sweat rolled down her hide and trickled all over Diantha's scrunched up features, the slap slap slap of her balls the most prominent sound in that secret room.

After being stretched like that for so long, being suddenly deprived of all that cock felt like there was a void within her. She didn't even think about it before she was following that spit-shined oryx dick, shoving her face into it even as she nearly screamed with that much-needed gasp for air. Choking and coughing didn't stop her from rubbing her face against Dairinn's musk-soaked nuts while the oryx stroked herself to climax above. Even near to cumming, the boss maintained that soft-spoken dignity, licking her lips lightly and letting a contented smile spill onto her face while she lightly moaned as if singing to Diantha. This, while her cock bulged obscenely, the veins upon it flexing, the flare and ring expanding, that great big slit stretching wide while her sack churned up against Diantha's features. A firm yank deprived the squirrel of that scent she loved for just a moment, leaving her instead confronted by the gaping cumslit of that twitching oryx cock, as if she were staring down the barrel of a loaded weapon. It certainly hit her like one.

Getting struck by all that cum at once left Diantha feeling like she hardly even knew where she was. She didn't immediately realize what was happening, either. Her world went white, her senses clogged and densely packed with fresh oryx seed while she got completely hosed down with Dairinn's climax. It was a flood, a torrent, like a bucket being poured suddenly over the squirrel's head. Even with her lips partly closed, she still ended up swallowing plenty of it, but plenty more coated her entire face, masking her in multiple layers, getting all welled up in every orifice while the rest splatted richly down her body, turning into a marking suit, deeply imbued with primal scent. Diantha was fairly certain she was drowning, her mouth, her nose, even her ears completely filled with sloppy jizz, so thick she felt weighed down by it, the coating sinking deeply into her skin, branding her as belonging to the oryx.

It was enough to knock her back, leaving her slumping down to the carpet once Dairinn released her. That cumshot didn't stop there though, instead spraying down all over her, hitting her in the face, the chest, the belly, even in her pussy. The pressure was enough it squirted all the way up to her womb, joining the lion's own load. She was a sodden, ruined, barely breathing wreck, and all the energy she had left in her went to wiping at her face just enough to clear some of that clinging mask away, allowing her to gasp and gurgle, swallowing what trickled into her open, panting mouth. The taste took over her entire being, overwriting all her other senses, leaving her mostly unaware of what was happening around her as she stewed there in Dairinn's steaming scent. Yet that dullness still didn't protect her from a terrible revelation.

"Did you get all that, mister mayor?" came Dairinn's voice. It sounded like she was underwater from Diantha's perspective. "Oh, take your time. I'm sure your sweet daughter doesn't mind waiting."

They weren't just recording, they were streaming the whole performance directly to Diantha's father. She couldn't see his face, or hear his voice, but she could imagine it. The notion of him expression fear or shock hardly occurred to her. When she thought about how he might have been reacting, she could only picture his disapproving expression. Maybe he'd think she was a slut, or worse. Such thoughts left her angry, more than anything. She couldn't a few times, sputtering up some cum, and wiped at her face until she could at least see. That was just in time to get a big eyeful of oryx nuts, coming right down on her face. She didn't get a single word in before she had her nose mashed right up between Dairinn's balls, her mouth kissing against their underside, right near the antelope's sweat-coated taint.

Maybe it was all the musk clouding her thinking, but it simply made sense to Diantha in that moment to start licked. It was no casual slurping either. She set swiftly to slathering up that juicy sack, using her tongue and lips to their fullest to glaze and suck Dairinn's balls. They were too big to fit fully in her mouth, but she tried anyway, hungrily smacking her lips up against them, working up some heated noises from her throat, not bothering to care whether she was getting air or not. Every breath in the room itself was spiced with the oryx's sexy scent anyway, and she got even more of it as she immersed herself in that sleek sack, sniffing deeply between heavy licks, not caring that she was drooling on herself in the process of worshipping her captor. Dairinn continued on the conversation as if Diantha wasn't even there, but for the occasional rise and fall of her hips, thickly teabagging the eager squirrel with a window-rattling THUD.

"I certainly understand. It's illegal for you to negotiate with us, all thanks to your new policy? Mmm. I know you have always respected the law." She tipped her head to the side, her cock throbbing up near her breasts while she forcefully ground her balls against Diantha's nose, feeding her that heavy musk with every roll of her hips. "I will give you a chance to reconsider, of course. Consider the value of your reputation while dear Diantha here screams for me."

Until then, she had been relatively gentle. That was hardly the word for someone who had facefucked her near to unconsciousness, of course, but Diantha felt less afraid, less violated by Dairinn than when the lion pounced her and raped her. That all changed when the oryx seized her by the hair, yanking hard enough to make her yelp as she rose up just enough to flip her over. Another shove, and the squirrel was on her belly, raising her cum-soaked face just enough to look into the camera lens. Strings of jizz dripped from her features, swinging and snapping, drizzling too the floor as she got her tail pulled. That brought another whimper from her, leaving her squirming, kicking a little as she was forcefully lifted. Dairinn didn't seem to struggle much with her weight, lifting her right into the air by hair and tail alike, leaving her dangling as she faintly wriggled in protest.

Nanji was giving her a scary look. Her vision was all blurred, but there was no mistaking that golden glare, eyeing her up while he licked his lips at her. A little rurrrr had him flashing his teeth at her a moment, but that was all she saw of them. Instead, he turned himself around, giving a swish of his tufted tail, leaving her regarding his hindquarters and plump, jiggling nuts for a while. Dairinn just brought her along, shoving her towards the big cat, until she found herself planted right against the lion's backside, shoved beneath his lifted tail, her lips kissing up against his rim while lion musk flooded her nose, adding to the memory-draining cocktail already clogging up her senses.

"You know, for such a handsome lion, Nanji's always been a bit of a bottom. Such a surprise, isn't it?" Dairinn chuckled, and patted the lion on the haunches. "I don't mind it at all. Give this cat a good licking, won't you? I know you can work wonders with that tongue."

The position was less painful when Dairinn let her plant her bound feet, balancing unsteadily with her face shoved right up against the lion's butt. When she didn't immediately obey, Nanji gave her a little snarl, just a single note of one, but that was enough. She set to slurping, and she wasn't subtle about it either. She didn't dare hold back. Her slathering attention stretched from the lion's balls, up along his taint, and then to his rim, working hotly over his asshole until it glistened with her saliva. His musk was ever-present, a constant if overwhelming reward for her hard work, and she got to hear those chainsaw rumbles and growls as she rimmed him. Dairinn still had her by the hips the whole time, shoving at her, keeping her immersed while the lion backed up against her, flexing those thick muscles of his. It became even more of a sandwich when she felt that well-lubed oryx cock shoving up between the cheeks of her own rump, spreading that slick coating over her fur, her sex, and right up against her own ass.

She had to flinch just at the slight grind. There was no way Dairinn was considering it, she thought. That would break her, even with all the lube. Yet she was forced to just whimper, not daring to slow the rimjob too much, despite the feeling of a fat, flared dick spurting pre right against her rim. That tight hole wasn't offering any give, despite all the prodding, but the oryx was insistent. She pressed, she rubbed, she spurted more and more lube with every single pulse that ran through her turgid shaft. Little by little, she was spreading the squirrel out, opening her up for that massive shaft, leaving that poor captive whimpering while she ate a wild lion's ass. If she expected any sort of praise or mercy, she wasn't going to get it. Instead, she was startled by Nanji's sudden growl, the aggression apparent in his voice as he rumbled out a command.

"Deeper."

Diantha didn't hesitate to delve past the light resistance of that musky rim, pushing her tongue right inside of the big cat, starting to fuck him with those sloppy slurps. She was amazed at just how much he seemed to enjoy such a thing, grunting and stretching himself out, lowering his head, scratching his claws along the carpet. But she wasn't going to question it. Whatever kept her from getting mauled, she'd do it. The camera was still running, and she was acutely aware of her audience of one. If it was just one, anyway. That didn't stop her from curling her tongue, planting her palms on the lion's haunches, and holding on tight to give the wettest, deepest rimming she'd ever given anyone, shoving her entire tongue inside to plunge it back and forth with each motion.

The only thing that could stop such a focused effort was the sudden, devastating POP of a flared equine dick penetrating the squirrel. Somehow, Dairinn was fitting it right into her rump, stuffing her booty full of throbbing meat, gliding along on that natural lube. Di's belly was bulging with that cock, every veiny detail outlined in her fur while she gasped right beneath the lion's tail. Those stuffing thrusts just shoved her harder against the lion's rear, her whole muzzle kissing against his hole, spreading it a little, and then finally popping inside. She kept on licking, though it was difficult when her lips were nearly sealed shut by Nanji's pleasured clenches. His rumbles tickled her as they resonated around her, so much more stimulating from the inside. She couldn't protest, couldn't even gasp much, and every steady stroke of the oryx's hips had her slurping up inside the big cat's backside a little more.

"Rest assured, this is no bluff," Dairinn said to the camera. "It's a most undignified ending for a pretty squirrel, don't you think? Meaning no offense, Nanji."

He just grunted again. It didn't sound as aggressive as before, more just a breathy gasp as he squeezed down hard on the bulge in his rear. Dairinn found her pace and fucked the squirrel's ass, stretching out her hole and intestines alike with that belly-swelling dick, pumping back and forth and adding a few spanks to the mix as she steadily fed her captive to her pet. Things were only getting hotter, unbearably so, as she wiggled her way into the lion's lower intestine. She felt the walls clenching all around her, rapidly twitching, and she could even hear a wet gurgling, telling her just how dangerous it was to stay there for long. A few kicks of her legs didn't do much, and for all her panicked scrambling, she was left to dangle there, her chest disappearing, her arms pinned and bound, her toes no longer touching the floor no matter how far she stretched.

The lion wasn't having any trouble accommodating her. All those intense sounds were deafening from the inside, leaving her ears ringing. She didn't mind getting that fleshy squelching mostly silenced as she got stuffed into the big cat's digestive system in reverse. The constant pounding, the slick, thumping rutting she was getting beneath her big, fluffy tail kept her crying out, but no matter how much she whimpered or even screamed, everything remained silenced by those sweltering surroundings. For whatever reason, it made sense to her in those moments to call for help. The sound barely escaped her own throat, and it definitely didn't make it out of the lion. She was nearing halfway inserted, halfway devoured by his rear, and Dairinn was just fucking her right up into him with every heavy thrust.

"Mmmmm. Such a fine meal for a lion she'll make. Even this way. Say goodbye," Dairinn teased, and then just threw herself forward in one single, decisive motion.

That sent a messy SCHLURP roaring all around Diantha, fading as she sank even deeper. Soon the oryx was fucking her and the lion all at once, though when she felt that flare expanding, it was still inside her. She gave another cry, but that one didn't even make it out of her mouth, trapped in her throat as she got cum pumped inside her belly with a sudden flex of all that equine meat. She was sloshing in seconds, stretching, rounding out and expanding, overflowing to the point she could taste it. She felt that flexing ring working over her thighs, her knees, dragging her in as the lion contracted with pleasure. He was cumming too, pouring his load all over the carpet while his boss fucked the squirrel into him, lashing his tail about and giving some snarls that sounded much more pathetic than before. He was all but mewling, gritting his teeth, drooling into his main while that well-hung prey animal bloated his meal into a swollen, roiling mess. There wasn't anything left in Diantha to scream when Dai pulled her cock back out, leaving her just twitching as the rest of that load poured all over her confined body. She was immersed in musk, struggling against a process she couldn't overpower, getting scrunched up into a tight ball while she fought against impending digestion, or absorption, however it worked when she got shoved head first up a lion's ass.

Nanji's belly sagged and swung back and forth, sloshing with all that cum inside him, jiggling with the weight of the squirrel stretching him out. Dairinn got a few good snorts, and even a yowl out of him when she fucked a few more times, grinding against his meal giving him a little whap on the rump before pulling out with a squelching splash, the mess pouring down over the back of his legs and to the floor below. He panted, and she sighed, patting him as he slumped down on his side. Diantha felt the oryx's weight against her as the boss used her as a pillow, cuddling right up against that bulge of prey while the big cat's gut started to gurgle. The walls were already closing in around her, tugging at her, wetly compressing on her every detail, and she was helpless to it all, overpowered by the strength of those constant contractions that came close to crushing her. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't feel, her body numb as she felt a distinct sense of fading inside the abrasive warmth of the rumbling lion.

"I would have liked to keep her for a while. But it seems our business is concluded. Ah well."

Dairinn reached a hand up and snapped her fingers, and in a second, a moment, someone was in the room, ending the recording, packing up the gear, closing the blinds, dimming the lights. With her every need attended to, she was free to take a little nap, using the warm lion for comfort while she stretched out naked, still a little sweaty, dripping with some of the stray fluids of her ruining the squirrel. Meanwhile, Diantha slowly softened, absorbed bit by bit, her fur picked away, her skin starting to itch as she was churned and claimed a little at a time by Nanji's hunger. The lion wasn't paying much attention to her, laying his head down on his paws, content to rest with his boss snuggled up against him, ready for a proper digestive nap. And Diantha, she was simply a bulge who couldn't manage to scream or kick anymore, twitching as her body got pulled apart and turned into nutrition by the beast, sacrificed to a conflict she didn't even know much about.

They awoke together after precisely eight-seven minutes. A knock roused them from that contented slumber exactly when requested. Dairinn was quicker to awareness, stretching her arms above her head before sitting up. A few pats to the lion's belly revealed some extra softness, plenty of flat accumulated there from his meal. But there was no more sign of the squirrel. She was processed, used up and absorbed, adding to the lion's bulk. He lazily sprawled out for a while, rolling right onto his back with his paws in the air, yawning broadly. Only when the oryx began to rise did he move, swiftly rolling over and rising, leaning his weight against her back to ensure she was stable. Once she was on her hooves, she rubbed at his mane a few times, and then retrieved a nearby cane from the side of her desk, leaning on it with a certain swagger as she glistened in the low light. She offered the lion a soft smile, flashing her deep brown eyes.

"And how is our guest faring?"

He finally spoke again, giving a little chuckle. "She's done. I'll be back in a few."

"Take all the time you need. In fact." She rubbed her chin, and then took on something of a devious gleam to her expression. "Take someone with you. Bring the camera."

That made him laugh, a hearty, snorting sound that rattled his mane and bounced his belly fat around. "Oh, that's ... mmhmm, will do."

The lion made his way from that penthouse office, descending the stairs as his belly started to grumble once again. He strolled along casually until he saw the person he needed, giving them a sharp growl to catch their attention, then nodded for them to follow. He didn't bother with words. The fox understood. He grabbed all that equipment, and followed along to the rainy alley outside. Drops pattered upon the lion's fur, matting down his mane slightly, leaving him slightly less dignified in appearance than before. He didn't mind. What he was about to do was far from flattering anything, but it was going to be the perfect punctuation mark to let Diantha's father know exactly what had happened to her.

He found a spot with relative privacy, the club's music muffled through the walls as he squatted down with a grunt. Lifting his tail high, he couldn't help but let a long sigh escape him as he began to flex, the relief that came over him an immediate improvement. Soon after, his rim was flexing, expanding some, stretching out before starting to deposit a great, steaming load of lion shit onto the cool concrete below. There was fur, there were bones, though it was all ruined and broken into tiny bits that it was hard to recognize any particular details. He rumbled some as he shat her out, and the camera caught it all, letting that filthy display, that massive, growing mound be the final footage of the squirrel, disposed of in a dingy alley by some cruel criminal, by an animal.

Nanji kept going, squeezing hard, piling up that coiling mess, piece after piece. Skipping the trip into his stomach meant his system hadn't exactly been efficient with her. He'd absorbed some of her, for sure. That was evident by the soft paunch he was sporting after digesting her whole. But the rest, it was just a big pile of waste, not even used up, simply discarded. The ruined fur was only getting thicker, making him wiggle a little as he dumped her out, those scraps tickling at his well-stretched hole as he went. In the end, her vibrant life came down to a few minutes of grunting on behalf of a big cat, the pile topped off by the pulverized remnants of her skull, mostly shattered but still wearing a vague mockery of her once-lovely grin. It plopped atop the pile with the rest after some straining on the lion's behalf, packed with shit and stained, but still recognizable as something that once belonged to someone right about her size. A few more pieces partly covered it as he finished off that messy process, and then he rose and strolled away as if it was no big deal. The rain fell upon the scene, and upon that crude monument to what she'd once been, slowly washing towards a nearby drain, and down into the city's sewers. One last video was the unflattering epitaph to her existence, all because she was related to the wrong person.