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"I can't wait for the festival, I really can't!" She whimpered, feeling that croc's sharp claws dig at her hips wantonly... achingly, "I'm not gonna' last until then. I need it right now!"

She'd wanted to wait, truly she had. But the festival, a huge orgy-type celebration of inter-species sexuality, was too far away to wait. Her thick grey hide was taut and sweaty with need. Her pussy ached and her ass clenched with the desperate desire to have somethin' suitably huge stretch 'er out.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little tail off, Case'" Dean murred, ushering her out of the porch, locking the door for her and guiding the half-insensible young hippo down the hallway, the three others around her. The heat of their bodies, the dripping sweat was beautifully tangible, rising in waves with the rising of flesh, muscle and ardour.

"Oh hey... wait! Wait here just a sec'!" Casey suddenly dashed back to her apartment, opening the door, reaching around the wall and grabbing something that was clearly stored at a hoof's reach in case of something precisely what was happening to her today. Kind of like those old fire alarms... pull, push or break in case of emergency. In this case, it was 'in case of horniness, grab this bag'.

"Got it!" She smiled, before swaggering back to her rather bemused group of four hungry males with a small and rather unimportant plastic shopping bag, "Something for you later."

The intrigue was definitely there, but it didn't override a very baser instinct. You see, none of them - however shy they may have been - could be around Casey for very long without feeling the aromas of her fecund body reach their innards and tease the cum to rise. And so, you just have to try and picture this in your mind. The young female hippo, barely dressed and groped-upon by a set of males more than ready for some action, led to the basement whilst being passed by other residents with not a single flinch. This was praiseworthy in this society, something of sheer beauty. A female, a willing one mind you, taken to experience the pleasures of the body with four very capable young males was not something either bad or unusual. This was life at its apex.

Like a band walking towards the cameras of the Press, the happy quintuplet headed down. So, whilst these guys are silently enjoying their subject of affection, let me tell you a little more about them - but more importantly, how key they all were to Casey's fantasies, cos' they all had a part to play in her very raunchy roleplays.

Each had their duty, each had their strengths and each croc could deliver his very own special talents to delight the prone, surrendered and captive female.

Dean was a huge, imposing, musclegutted daddy of the group. An experienced and serious guy, he was the security detail at the complex. He was very well connected, so always knew someone who'd be up for a fuck. I'll tell you about his huge dick later, cos' he was sure to wield it... or at least that's what Casey so wished for.

Lee was the youngest of this group by a couple of years, and although being a soft and caring guy, was easily swayed by his larger friends. A concierge at the apartment building, Lee was a croc into vanilla and always had an eye for the ladies... he'd just never been brave enough to say so, let alone have an in-heat hippo with a body that wouldn't quit his nostrils willingly standing in his path and awaiting his attention. Ryan was the third of this group, a brash and kinda' obnoxious croc who ultimately settled down when he had Anthony and Dean around him. He put his keen muscles and leathery hide to work as a janitor at the apartment, usually seen splashed with filthy water, grit and oil - Casey always imagined him as a stripper, a dirty boi who she loved to spend the time worshipping, crawling her hungry muzzle up his long tail before lapping and snuffling those spattered dark-green muscles.

Anthony may have appeared to have been the level head of the group, a thinker if you will, but was actually a very tough manager. The apartment complex ran well under his strict leadership... but underneath all that type-A bullshit, was the genuine driving force behind what was happening to Casey. He'd been secretly watching her - and many others - for months. He'd been single for a number of years hence had turned into a bit of a sex addict, but was always respectful of his residents even though he secretly fantasised about them... constantly!

Heading down to the basement, the halls were stuffy where the heat rose through the building... but none of them really paid much attention to it. Lee hung behind to watch the sway of those wide grey hips and the bell-rope nature of Casey's tail lift the short hem of her gown on more than one occasion. Just thinkin' about fillin' dat' ass was enough to make him hard.

Anthony on the other paw, being the one who had a secret underlying control over the other three, had heard that one of the favourites for Casey's 'kind' was a place called the "Dungeon", a themed pleasure area in one of the most popular resorts in the whole city.

"You ever been?" He murmured, looking Casey up and down.

"Heh, I wish! Waaayyy overbooked and the waiting list was 3 months long!"

"Uh huh." He murred, licking his chops, a grin the size of the ocean careening through his long muzzle like a tear in a mountain range, "Soooo uh... if you could have any place at all, any place in the whole city, Casey... where would it be?"

The young hippo returned that countenance, stopping in her path and facing him, caressing a cloven paw across his chest.

"As long as I get to feel you inside of me...." She whispered, her glass-stone eyes shining more fervently than ever as she turned to face all her potential lovers, "...all of you... we can be rolling around in the middle of the fuckin' highway for all I care!"

"Mmm someone certainly is ready for this!" Ryan replied, already whipping his shirt off and tossing it aside in the hallway, a slumped pool of dirty white cotton stained with his sweat and his toil. Paws alive that got Casey's attention, a faint grunt of approval rumbling through her as she almost fell forward into Anthony's very capable and very ready clawed paws.

The basement itself was a bare open area with brickwork columns, a dusty, gritty floor and rusting supports. It was principally a storage area for old paint cans, oils, cleaning materials, whilst being home to where the pipes hummed, clanked and made the darkness all the more eerie - it sure was dark and damp! Underneath your paw pads or hooves, you could feel how wet the floor was, moss starting to peek through the concrete. Condensation on the smooth brick glistened like sweat on a worked-over hide, a sheen developing across the few areas of steel piping... they were simply tears that never saw the light of day, for no one cared unless any of this broke down.

Casey had never been down here before, but felt so much more alive in the darkness and the sodden wetness of the atmosphere... lit by a couple of old lightbulbs strung from the ceiling, it cast her quad of potential lovers in amazing silhouettes, dark, stunning, handsome specimens that were already rubbin' their crotches, two of them out of their shirts already and padding closer to her bare, vulnerable form.

They wanted her out of that nightgown... that clingy, transparent white gown that barely covered her ample form, swished like an emotional breeze by the wag of her tail.

All of this angst and its stadium would have to do... for now! A dingy, dark and damp area that was quiet and shut off from the rest of the world. She'd always dreamed of being locked away and treated like an animal... and no sooner had the door closed and the stringy, melamine lights were ignited, she started the roleplaying that she had long drawn-up in her mind, typed on her little laptop or just fantasized about in the bath.

"Let me do something for you first." She grinned slyly, slinging her gown from her ample form to start stripping for them - she almost narrated the whole scene, the vulnerability of herself in this situation - a fantasy to be around such strong, eager, hungry predators. It was kinda' bemusing to the crocs who looked at each other with consternation, but that ultimately turned to shrugged shoulders and faint laughs of agreement. This was not a problem at all!

They were eventually throwin' their clothes to the floor, those sweat soaked shirts and jeans. This all got Casey down on all fours to crawl over them, scrunching them in her hooves and sniffing deeply at the sweat stains. She snuffled her broad muzzle and nostrils across the sweet smell of inevitability, of fecund male, rubbin' herself as she sniffed, pullin' the fabric between her, teasin' herself to utter distraction.

Anthony and Ryan were quickly down to their boxers, Dean just in his jeans and Lee likewise all at least jerkin' off or fondlin' themselves to this very erotic show from a very ready hippo. There was an old chair left in the basement for storage, something from the office that had been used for years and discarded... and it was perfect for Casey to use as a prop in the propagation of her ultimate fantasy. She bodily grabbed Ryan by the right forepaw and almost threw him into it, before slow-dancing for him.

"Keep it on!" He gulped, staring at that delicious thong that rode beneath her tail, "I wanna' eat that fuckin thing offa' you!"

And sure enough, Ryan didn't wait for permission, rising up from his seat and pulling her ass close to his long muzzle with some powerful claws... and he fairly tore into her ass, eating her out and pulling away her underwear as Dean got down in front of Casey to take care of that aching pussy.

Anthony and Lee were rock hard and pawing-off already... the smell of hot male cock, sweaty, needy pussy and the dust, grit, mud and damp were just all too much. The sight of her being taken care of from both ends, and the curvature of that luscious body as Dino launched his tongue up her cunt was crazy good to witness.

But Dean being Dean soon got back to his footpaws, licking his chops and slowly undoing his belt and letting his jeans slip to the floor.

"Get down and worship this thing, dirty girl!"

Casey's eyes had gone nova... paws alive, he was big! It was a throbbing near-footlong member that pulsed and bobbed with his heartbeat, starkly red against his ripped, muscular olivine belly.

As she got down to it, Ryan leant back with a satisfied smile on his maw, completely spent from eatin' her ass... so now it was Lee's turn to take his place. Grasping her thicc hips and pulling her closer, he knelt at that 'altar' and reached under that ropey tail to tongue her tailhole. He was soon tenting his boxers! By god, he was huffin' her like she was his last meal!

Anthony on the other paw was biding his time, fondling his eight-inch junk through his white jockstrap, a stark colour against his taut green belly. He ran his keen tongue behind his teeth, tasting the air and the lust that hit the water, vapours that rose from the lovers like fresh blood in an ocean... dispersing, dancing, teasing and signaling complete surrender.

It was all as this trio got it well and truly on, that Anthony was the one to steal a look in Casey's bag, grinning as he beheld its contents... a single can of whipped cream and some red food colouring.

Heh, nice!_He murmured under his breath, holding the condensing sides of the cylinder in his right paw, the tiny bottle of colour in his left, _Kinky, but nice!

Anthony was the one who got to write on her with the canned cream, drizzling the red colouring over her as he did so... the pred-prey thing just got so real. She loved the idea of them tearing into her, not to kill or even maim, but to simply mark her as theirs. It was all a part of her stories, her neverending tales that told of the untold... the corruption of shy and inexperienced young hippos who want for the attention of a whole Bask of crocodilian hunks!

Once Dino had had his fill of her sodden maw around his eleven-inch dick, he relinquished to let his slighter friend sidle over and dash the cream over her tits, before leaning in and sucking it off. Casey slipped back into the chair with a creak, leaving Lee to rush out the way to save himself from being pinned by her weight... not that that would've been a bad way to die! Crushed under that sexy fat grey hide? Paws above, what a thought?!

Anthony let the cream sit on his long tongue, allowing her to watch it melt away into a dairy oblivion, letting her know how slow he wanted to take it all with her... before sinking down to her pussy and doing the same with his handy foodstuffs, pawing off over her hooves as he could no longer withstand the smell or the fecund availability of this pretty and shy young hippo. The way she arched, the way she cried out as he ate her... the way she looked at them, a tearful, pleading and pleasured look that had been kept inside for so so long. Casey had wanted this kind of company for far too long. She'd been too lonely for such a buxom, bubbly 'vixen' of a hippo.

And when she saw Anthony sit back on his haunches to concentrate those last few pumps on his throbbing cock, Case' gasped. It honestly, truthfully made her cum, squirtin' so hard when she felt his warm essence coat her hooves and hocks, that she leant forward and bit into his shoulder. Paws alive, the pain was so bad it was good! Fuckin' hell he wanted more of this dirty prey action. But Dino was the one to take the limelight again, rubbin' his dick back to a muzzle-watering hardness.

"I'm fuckin' done with oral... I wanna' get me some", He growled, spreading his legs as he stood there, looking every inch the tall, dark and handsome stranger that Casey had described him as in her stories.

No one disagreed and with the smell of cream, cum and sweaty cunt rising through the stuffy air, the crocs started to cover up, reachin' for a packet of condoms that Lee had brought with him... but Casey was very adamant that she didn't want that, noticing and padding over to peel it offa' Lee just as he had it snug to his already once-spent dick.

"I wanna feel it allll up in me." She grinned, her teeth shining like upturned ivory towers, of yet-to-be conquered lands that longed to feel that earth-shaking, twinging agony of rough, feral sex... and it was then that she turned to the others, "I don't want none of that latex shit! I want you to all breed me, bad boys!"

"Fine by me!" Anthony murmured, slinging the foil packet away with the unused condom gathering dust and grit to the sticky latex. No one was gonna' argue that toss! It was just who was gonna' get her first, which resulted in a little posturing on the larger males' parts, something that - uncommon to their personalities - was won by the smaller but more athletic croc, Lee.

His spitroast partner was gonna' be Ryan, the two slighter reptiles swaggerin' to their respective 'ends' of the willing prey. The impatience of their audience was audible and made clear in olfaction too.

"Come on Lee... you want it so bad, then get in there, boy!" Dino and Anthony held each other up in a faux brotherly jest as they watched him caress her, nuzzle her throat, smell her panting breath across his rough hide.

But he didn't react, takin' his sweet time with this equally sweet prize, the smells of her wet pussy, the grit on her hooves and the vinegary musk of her tailhole spasming and flexing, twinging with desperate angst... it was all hitting through his long nostrils like sugared skewers loaded with coke.

He was the first in, sinkin' his ample junk up her ass, wincing and biting his bottom lip as he did so... felt so fuckin' good!

Dealin' with her other hole was Ryan, silencing and muffling her moans with his wrist-thick cock pressed deep to her throat.

Lee didn't last very long, his grip tightening on Casey's hide as he bit his bottom lip and growled, unloading himself into that tight muscle. Ryan wasn't as keen on lettin' go down her gullet, rather wanting to switch places with Lee once he withdrew... didn't wanna' have some loose sloppy thirds. He wanted in as soon as the youngster was out; but Dean came striding over, his long dinosauric tail tellin' all and sundry that the next turn was his, despite Ryan's snapping and open-mouthed bearing of his sharp teeth. He couldn't compete. He'd just have to wait.

Dino slipped his huge dong right up her ass making her yelp and whine, screwin' up her eyes as she took his length in one hard thrust.

"This'll give you somethin' else to concentrate on, Case'!" Anthony grinned, rubbin' his thick purpled hard-on over her nostrils, allowing her to smell his ureic musk, "Suck it, bitch!"

And she obliged with glee, carefully takin' him between her tusk-like teeth and drawing on that pre-cum to turn it over, fold it, churn it to something creamier, thicker and altogether saltier. God, she wanted to taste him, fill her belly with their seed whilst her gut was takin' a poundin'. Another twinging orgasm shook through Casey like flickering lightning as Dean got so deep, she felt she'd nearly pass-out! Paws alive, he was so fuckin' incredible. She'd never felt something so amazing, shaking and shivering as he ran her through with deep, unyielding thrusts, the muscles of her tailhole in rapturous surrender.

It was hard for her to describe what was happening inside her hips and loins every time she felt those sorely red cocks reach their deepest in her body, able to feel the outpouring of load after load... able to enjoy an anal orgasm as the spent, white-hot thickness of male croc slipped slowly from her to leave a trail, nearly a river of ivory fluid soaking her entrance like an overglazed sweet pastry.

When Anthony got his turn to breed her gut, the moment he spurted - the very instant that she felt his liquid soar from his meatus and into her ass - she came too, moaning out loud, almost roaring like a starved lion at the first kill in weeks.

Once Ryan took control to have his wicked way with t hat now gapin', cream-pied ass, it was the sheer sound he made. It was the feral snarl and snap of his jaws together like a hungry snout closing on its prey that tipped her over the edge, coating his spurting dick in hot female liquid. He snapped at the air to let everyone know how much he was enjoying this, whilst she simply writhed in his rough grip, her eyes rolling as she felt it come, takin' Lee's ample member to her tonsils and feeling him spill too.

Once done, she was sore, her hindquarters already cut and bruised, and her ears scrunched and bruised from being gripped by orgasm-craving crocs... but this was so fuckin' worth it! It was everything she'd dreamt of and more. Casey remained on all fours for a while, as the quad cleaned off before returning, standing over her at all corners in expectation, near-judgement.

"Time to tie this bad girl up, dontcha' think, fellas?!" Ryan grinned, paws on his hips, tail bending and flexing in confidence whilst his head took on this tilt of near-evil dominance.

"That way she can't struggle." Anthony whispered that into the hippo's right ear as he helped her to her hooves... but Casey willingly leant herself against the wall, thrusting her hind outwards and whipping her tail aside. To let 'em know she was serious, she then bore her huge teeth in a lip-curled grunt.

"I'm ready when... when... you... when you are, boys!" She panted, catching her breath before holding her cloven paws above her head and against the brickwork, "Fuckin' do it already!"

They wasted no time in strapping her up, binding smart leather restraints about her wrists and ankles, leaving Casey with her snout to the wall and rubbing herself against the brickwork in sheer rapture. They were gonna' do it all over again... and that was fuckin' too much! She wanted it so bad.

As each croc took his turn at her ass, now dripping with load after load of thick, tepid cum, Casey began moaning for someone to take it the next step further.

"Pl... plea... please... some... stick somethin' up my cunt!"

The young hippo was crying out for someone to finger her pussy as those huge rods soared up her backside.

"Hmmm... mmmm, dirt... dirty girl!" Lee murmured, resting his long snout over her right shoulder, grunting and groaning as he let his hips push deeper into her, "You mean uh... you mean like this...?"

It was then that he obliged, reaching around her large frame to caress down her rotund gut, feeling that leathery, smooth greyness of her belly and the sopping wet entrance. His clawed right paw gently rubbed at first, getting her to react and flex in the restraints, arching to rest flush back against his sweaty, muscular body... and now those talented claws were in her, finding her g-spot and pressing, rubbing it 'til she blew. The growl she let loose when that sensation hit, drawn from the feeling of his edged eight-inch cock sliding up her ass as he had his digits deep in her cunt, was quite unbelievable. It was muffled by the walls and taken in by the fluids sliding down the walls and those slipping across sweaty, primed male muscle witnessing her multiple orgasm.

The smell of the leather, the damp concrete, mixed with hefty, putrid sweat and hot dirt just made this morning unbelievably filthy... Casey couldn't have written a more fantastical scenario. She was in heaven. The smells of mould and moss mixed with the sounds of the dripping pipes, condensing in the heat, as the patter of happy tears that Casey cried hit the disturbed earth. The shudder and shift of eager footpaws, claws and hooves combined to become a rhythmic hush, pierced only by the finale growls of her champions.

By the time they'd each had at least two rounds with Casey, the clock was passing noon... they'd been going for almost three hours straight. Her body was crazy tired, her tailhole gaping and dripping with off-white loads of four eagerly sexed crocs. It pooled behind her hooves, spattered the duster-tip of her tail and darkened her water-craving pelt like some kind o' new age skin cream!

"Leave her there!"

Dino just wandered over to her, pressing his thick length between her and under her tail, leaning over her right shoulder and grinning.

"We'll be right back" He grunted, sure to slather his long, thin tongue up the side of her neck, making the poor prone hippo shiver with anticipation. This was too much. She pulled her hooves against the straps that held her to the wall, feigning an entirely plausible unwillingness; but this was far from an unhappy female. It made her wet to think about it. It made her spread her legs all the more to think that this morning wasn't all that they had to offer.

They'd be back... and they'd be ready for more. Ready to load up her ass with more shots after shots of hot croc spunk.

"Paws almighty, who needs the pleasure complexes when you have this, am I right?"

Think it was Dean who ventured that laddish banter, making all the crocs laugh together before each pulled on their dirty jeans and padded out into the hallway. Only Lee looked back through the grim darkness at their 'prisoner' as they left to refuel, his small but piercingly blue eyes watching each bead of sweat slip down Casey's exhausted hide, hearing her huff and pant, smelling her fluids mix with their iron-rich, seminal liquid... he could see her flex in the restraints. She was far from done. This was too good to be true.

He had to be snapped out of it by his larger friend.

"Hey, Lee!"

But there was no response, so Dean padded back and pulled on Lee's bare, scaly shoulder.

"Yo, youngster!? You OK?"

"Hm? Oh yeah... yeah I'm cool!"

"Lookin' at 'er like you've never seen a fuck-crazy female."

The croc didn't answer, his thick, spear-shaped ears pinned and he shied his shorter snout from the abrasiveness of the question. He wanted to think, be, act and fuck like these guys... but Casey... Casey was so different. She deserved this so much. It was barely regret, rather disappointment that he and they or anyone hadn't acted earlier.

"Once you're done fuckin' 'er ass with your eyes, remember to plug in those vibrators... wanna' have some fun with my fave hippo girl later."

Lee paused, slinging his damp shirt over his left shoulder like a lonely rope from that castle window, before sighing and padding quickly after the other two who'd made strides to the daylight and the bliss of drying their sweaty scales, tails and softer underbellies in the sunshine.

"Already in - they've been charging overnight." Lee replied with a nonchalance born of a newfound confidence that took on more of a pensive thought and perhaps - paws forbid - true love than animalistic lust. Perhaps he was already falling for the beautiful buxom hippo. Perhaps he craved more of this alone... together... with his friends.

This all felt so right. They were family in those blissful moments. Nothing would make this situation boring... ever!

Dean hurried to catch up, glimpsing only once at Casey as he closed her in - not that she minded! He was left reacting to the younger reptile's casually sky-high libido, looking bemused at the seemingly pseudo-premonitory lovemaking... pleasantly so, but still!

"How did you know that we'd get that nasty with her?"

"Just a hunch." He shrugged his shoulders and grinned, eventually leading the way through the reception area and out into the street, the muggy heat of midday sunshine coursing across their bare and scaly upper bodies, "Phew, let's grab a bite. My maw tastes like pussy and I'm too horny to be seen stood up for too long."

"Atta' boy!" Dino put his left arm around Lee's rough green shoulders, pulling him close like a proud father.

Once outside, it was great to feel some sort of air movement! But that wouldn't be the end of the day, no sir! Not by a long shot. Refresh, return, repeat was inevitable... and only to ensure that Casey was fully satisfied.

It was probably close to three o'clock in the afternoon when the four friends padded back to the apartment block, refueled and eager to get back to some action.

Ryan led the way and not just because he was keen on the scent of ready female leaching beneath the grubby metal-framed door... it was just that he had the keys! Lucky boy! But no sooner had they wandered down into the dim dampness of the basement, they stopped... the young hippo had busted free from her restraints, the pair of stripped leather straps hanging like drying skins.

Looking around in the darkness, they soon found her on all fours, snarling and grunting at them, pawing at the earth, her hind in the air, tail draped across the small of her back.

"Handle me!" She grunted, low and dangerous, head bowed, and eyes drawn upwards like stray fish caught on day-spun silver wire, "Tame me, boys!"

"Heh, if you insist!" Dino grunted in reply, unable to resist a cheeky grin across that muzzle, interrupted by a long tongue licking excited chops.

Ryan wasn't going to get her first though. It was enough that he'd had the pleasure of getting through the door and inhaling that luscious, salty, swampy scent of a hippo in the thrall of her oestrus. Dino and the other lads, their beady eyes a trio of two browns and a blue like their sand to their security boi's muscular sky. Dorghan wasted no time in slinging Casey around, his rough pads and claws gripping at that prone, tail-high backside, slick with almost-dry cum and sweat. Christ, the smell o' her was unbelievable. When she hoisted her tailhole to the level of his mighty musky dong, it was enough for the croc to whack his huge tail against the floor in angst, a desperate desire to dig-in to this ready meal. He squatted to push his thick meatus to her pucker and pushed in... hard! Case' yelped out loud, banging her broad muzzle to the ground.

That was a fuckin' ride, you better believe it! Rough, but so fucking worth it, and Dino was copious... paws almighty, was he a fecund reptile?! The fluid streamed from him, careening up Casey's gut, caught and stickin' to her walls like paint to stone. She felt it flow and puddle and chill, an ice cold that was a pleasure to just play with... she'd run her hoof across her stretched hole when each was done, feeling the pummeled muscle sodden with cream.

Up next was Lee, the once-shy croc doin' her doggy at first, before twisting her over, turning her over as though to rip her to bits. The death-spin that was taught to young crocs when they were growing up had other 'uses'... and with Casey so into the pred-prey thing, he was keen to fulfill her desires. Besides, once he had her on her back, his muscular forepaws either side of her sizeable body, Lee could look into the young hippo's eyes. He blushed when she panted and smiled up at him, pausing in his natural thrusting to just stare at each other. The croc slowed his roll to a swift end, but a romantic one at that, feeling his snout across Casey's prone throat to tease at the sensitive grey hide under his sensitive and nimble charge. Her hooves roamed his back, feeling across scales and up across the proud scutes that every croc saw as an honorific biologic bestowed upon them by the gods.

In the sweat, the heaving, the loud grunting and the quivering of those spiney prominences down the length of his tail, the youngster jackhammered the prone hippo when he felt himself start to come... and their eyes met again as he spilled his bollocks up her flexing ass, thick flows of semen tumbling in spitting spurts from between her tight walls and his aching dick.

Paws alive, that was unbelievable!

Emotions were running high between them... you could smell it! Anthony and Ryan double-teamed her as Lee sat back and watched, hearing her seemingly endless pleasure. He liked to think that she liked _his_prowess better than any o' the other guys here.

Before any of the crocs thought it couldn't get any quirkier, Casey reared-up after her seeing-to, sitting up and wiping her maw of the cum that Anthony had splashed down her throat. She wanted to get back into roleplaying... right then and there!

"Allow me to resist you! I wanna' resist more!"

Some of the lads hesitated, but Lee was gaining so much more confidence. He was the only croc game enough to see what Casey had in store... and he said as much.

"What? You all fuckin' pussies or what?" He grinned, crossing his forepaws in defiance, his ample red-purple member dangling in pendant readiness between powerful legs, "Don't like a female questionin' ya' huh?!"

"S'not that, you mouthy little shit!" Dino growled, bearing his teeth at the youngest of the group, the smell of the dinosauric leader a mixture of sickly sweat and vinegary, chloric cum, "Her teeth'll rip your pretty-boy cock off if you ain't careful!"

"Heh!" Lee murmured, facing-off with his larger 'opponent', snout to snout and wanting to get a rise out of the much more powerful male, "You really do care about me, huh?! And what if I wanna' take the risk... not that Case' would do such a thing."

"Absolutely." She plodded forward, trying to calm things between the clearly sex-addled crocs, "I... I uh... just wanna' play, Dean."

Dino's ardour cooled and he let slip a wry smile from the corner of his long muzzle, the last of his razor-sharp teeth glinting from the very back of his jaw like last survivors on a set of static 'white horses'. That was a wave and swash in which you never wanted to get caught.

It was a challenge to their masculinity, to have a prey and a female at that resist them, to have more of the control... but it was a game, a simple game where they were clamouring to know more. They were becoming closer with every passing hour. They were becoming a pack, a family... an unbreakable bond was forming here today. So, not wanting to seem like a chicken, Dino backed-down and Lee led the way, seeing Casey backed-up against the wall and wielding some of the broken leather restraints.

"We're in!" He murmured, crossing his forepaws and standing with his legs slightly apart, "what you uh... what you got planned?"

"Heh!" She murred, looking up from a hooded glare, whipping the ground with the last of the broken 'rope', "Come find out. Get angry with me! Come fuck me!"

It was only when they bent to the young hippo's will, her cloven paws gripping and handling the leather straps like whips before cracking them across Ryan and Lee's backside along with Anthony's tail, that the boys realized they were in the presence of a superbly horny beast. Casey had the confidence that none of them could ever have guessed. This in-heat female wanted attention from the bad and the reckless, the keen, cunt-licking lovers that craved fantastical love-making and rough sex. She was the epitome of what many predators in the kingdom longed for... and sure enough, seeing his mates get hard from being treated like dirt by this uber-sexy ungulate was enough for the largest male of the four to want to plant yet more seed up her slit.

Dean just couldn't take it. It was all a kind of turn-on, seeing his friends get worked up, their scales shining with sweat, their muscles and tails twitching in readiness to mate and fuck and... he kinda' had to shake his head. He wasn't gay, but he couldn't help but love to see it all happen. Knowing that this hippo had this unearthly control over them all was the dealbreaker. It wasn't long before he pulled her by the left hoof to the centre of the basement, their muzzle meeting in a wild kiss, before the crocs keen teeth and tongue were suckling and licking at her tits. Casey would arch in those strong paws, loving the leathery muscles rub against her, the pounding of his stale breath and heaving growl against her rotund belly... enough was very soon enough though, the hippo forcing the larger croc backwards, straddling him in the chair and wrapping that leather about his neck like a collar as he fucked her.

This hot load went up her cunt, riding him cowboy until he blew; but all this prey-control was becoming a little... unnerving. The males in the room needed some discipline in their sex.

So. Dino decided to change it up, taking back those broken leather restraints and forcing Casey to obey.

"Now it's our turn... such a naughty girl breaking loose." He murred, menacingly turning both ends of the broken strap around his wrists.

"Hold 'er down boys... on her knees..." Dean growled, "Let's see how much this cocky little hippo can really take. We're gonna' tease you 'til you spurt, Casey. I don't wanna' see your hooves anywhere near that stretched pussy of yours whilst I do this! You hear me?!"

"Mmmm... mmm, uh huh" She whimpered, looking up at this mountain of male, Dino's sex dangling in its sweaty, musky effluence right where her large nostrils couldn't help but catch every subtle smell... him, her, every possible fantasy that she could cram into her body.

And her hunky companion wasted no time in kneeling before her, his rippled and dimpled snout carved to a grin as he teased a strip of leather across her pussy. Then, with Lee's help, they ran it between her legs, the crocs see-sawing through her, making her ache for dick and bite her bottom lip. Casey rolled her eyes as she felt the tactile material caress and rub against her clit, the leather gaining all of her smell and rising arousal.

"Oh god... I... I'm..." The hippo moaned out loud, trying to keep her hooves behind her back as she felt it erupt.

She came with a snarl, Dino loving how her muzzle looked so utterly tearful as it rocked through her hips and became a gasped expression from that usually shy muzzle. Anthony wasn't gonna' be left out and was soon lapping it up, before pushing Lee aside and sinking down to tongue that cum-soaked tailhole. And although he felt like a third-wheel yet again, Lee sat back on his haunches, Dino having let go of the leather strap. Paws alive, he wasted no time in sniffing its entire length, eventually slumpin' to a corner in the dirt and pawing off.

Ryan had been watching this all go down from being leant against the supporting column, stubbing out his cigarette with his clawed footpaw before grinning and rummaging in the bag that they'd brought down to the darkness... there was a distinct murmur to the items therein. Something that made a strangely low buzzing sound. Something that made an odd humming.

It was a set of four vibrators, all cast in the shape of slick, red-purple croc cocks. He tilted his head as he looked at them, smiling wryly.

I'd rather get me some for real, he murmured to himself, grasping his sack and feeling up across his re-hardening dick... it was time he got back to his water-loving lover.

These gloriously huge monstrosities had been plugged-in for hours, all in anticipation of being used this afternoon. Ryan's cultrate ears flicked as though to rid himself of swamp flies when he was wallowing... they'd turned in reaction to Lee lettin' go with a cannon shot of cum up and over his shoulder, simultaneously chorused by Anthony's tongue diggin' deep into that sodden hippo-hole. The slush and slop, slick slurping of tepid cum was enough to have anyone wet and hard.

For whatever reason, the croc's delving and his self-conversation, drew Casey's attention... her eyes positively lit-up as she saw him wield them all. It was soon all four o' these hunks, sweat-drenched .and most with spent dicks hangin' to face the floor in blissful tiredness; but the day was not over yet!

"Mmmm, had these things for a while. Knew they'd come in handy. Had them crafted ages ago." Ryan padded over, a slick length of almost translucent red silicon in his paws... it was probably at least ten inches long and vibrating in his grasp, his grip showing that he was wielding this for a purpose, especially as he knelt down behind Casey so that it went out of her sight... and that made her crazy!

"Pft, so fuckin' gay!" Dean muttered with a snort.

"What? Having my cock cast? What the fuck is so gay about that when I'm about to do this...?"

No sooner had he said it, Ryan pushed his gently up the hippo's ass making her tail twinge, Casey managing to let loose a moan between the soft yielding sides of the dildo in her maw and her eager tongue. It was heaven!

She was reveling in the attention, the huge dicks, the feeling and the smells... and they just kept coming. First, Ryan's went up her backside, then Lee pushed his to the hilt up her cunt, whilst Anthony rubbed a huge dimpled dong across the small of her back... that was enough for her to feel the first orgasm rise in her, spurting back against the dildo that struck her vaginal walls like a sugar vein in a cake. And this wasn't to mention what Dean did with his, teasing the fuck outta' the hippo by first running it under his own tail, then pushing it beneath her keen nose... he knew very well that the smell of himself, his charged and vinergary male musk would make her cum all over again.

That one she yelled out loud, unable to take the attention and feeling the volcanic climax rocket through her.

With the waft of musky croc cock and ass right in front of her, the feeling of silicon wonders sinking to the hilt in both her backside and pussy - swapping back and forth in a filthy foursome detached from red-blooded biology - Casey rode wave after wave of persistent orgasms. The smells of their sweaty backsides, the aroma of pent-up, tightening bollocks and the rising fluids that gave of salt, chlorine and fecund filth to the air were just too much. She simply melted into their capable paws, riding whatever they had to stuff into her, feeling whatever liquids they gave her and withstanding the eroticism of the whole fucking thing. It was having everything all at once... the feeling of their bodies at one with hers, and the fact that the real thing was stood to a firm and dripping attention right in front of her nostrils. It was fucking heaven!

"Oh god, I can't stand this!" Anthony moaned, releasing his dildo from Casey's ass and getting to his footpaws, spreading his legs and pawin'-off frantically, "I'm... I'm gonna'... Grrrrrr... gonna' cum again, guys!"

Casey heard it, muffled and whined and sat-up with a start, turning on her haunches and looking over her shoulder at one of her champions with that irresistible toothy grin.

"Cover me in it, bad boy!"

It was then that they all stopped, seeing how frantic Anthony had become, his tail twisting as though it was cut from him. The whipping sound of his tight green hide as he slapped his tail to the tile and punched the supporting column with his one free paw, cracked through the basement like thunder. Paws alive, this was fuckin' incredible! It was barely believable.

As all four were now at her mercy, Casey knelt there, hooves cupped outward to catch her sticky white reward, her head thrown back and eager to catch stray spunk. This was all whilst her worked-out ass dripped a steady stream of cum to the earthen floor... but there was plenty of room for more. God, she wanted more! She couldn't wait for that or this... so much so that she reached back for one of the dildos and, with hardly a hesitation, shuffled to sit up slightly then sat right back down on it, bringing her to yelp out loud with pleasure. This one went right up her aching cunt and hit the spot, her mind awash with the thoughts of a big croc breeding her from behind, whilst these wild 'pack mates' marked her with their liquid.

"On m... my... my paws... do it all over my hooves!" She cried, rocking back and forth on the dildo, hilted up her and causing a waterfall of her own juices, pooling to the gritty floor, partnered with the sperm of her lovers that made the rhythm so wonderfully easy. It had never felt so fucking good!

True to their word and her cries, they bukkake'd her, Casey trying to narrate through the half-moans as they marked her as their own.

"I... I... I bel... belong to you!" The young hippo arched as it splashed her body, lava-hot croc spunk spraying and spitting all over her ass and hooves.

Wow! This was just a dream.

Things cooled over the next half-hour, the energy dissipating but not dying. It was time to close out for the night.

"Yes! Yeah! Treat me like filth." Casey muttered as she noticed the crocs discussing leaving her in the basement, "Coat me in it all tomorrow and I'll be good overnight!"

But Lee again was the one who was not so sure.

"What about the cops?" He murmured, his eyes lingering after the hulking female panting and sweating in the darkness, beads of saltwater flowing down her arched back and across her tender, aching, tasty tailhole.

"Screw 'em!" Anthony replied, toweling himself off and padding to the doorway.

"T'ch yeah!" Dino chimed in, "Her eyes and musk say she's up for this... and besides..."

It was then that he waddled over to her and coursed a clawed paw beneath her broad jaw, his musclegut spattered with his own cum and that of Casey's saliva. It had all been dribbled in ecstasy as she'd leant on his muscular body whilst another orgasm rocked her, "...you won't tell on us will ya', Case'?"

She couldn't help but smile and play along.

"Dare you..." She panted and grinned, "...dare you take the risk?"

"Heh, clever girl!" The larger male got back to his feet, his shadow and form looming over her, "I love a willing partner. Such a fucking turn on."

"You comin' back for more then, huh?" She growled, eyes hooded and keen on her fantasies in dark green.

"You betcha', baby girl! Just keep those dicks in ya', Case', cos' I want that stretched, spunked-up ass again tomorrow mornin'!" This time it was Ryan coursing his sharp claws beneath her broad snout, lifting her eyes to meet his, "You hear me? I said... keep... them... in."

As that sentence died in his maw, he slowly, achingly shoved another one slowly up her bare cunt, watching as her eyes roll with pleasure, moans muffled as she bit her lip and fantasised about later.

The croc just snorted, a haughtiness overcoming his aroma and the waft of his tail. He lifted his paw and sniffed at it.

"God, you fuckin' smell amazin'!" He growled, eyes closed and bearing his teeth, "Even after takin' us all, your musk is fucking incredible!"

"Tell daddy croc all about the sweet dreams you have tonight" Dino wanted out o' there... it was time for a break and he was bidding farewell to the hippo, "...and then my friends and I might come back and make those dreams cum true all o'er again!"

Paws alive, they were hers at last. This was no dream. And more to the point_, she_ was theirs.

It was her stories come to life.

They left her with those vibrators stuffed up her ass, the air now joined by the sound in a shallow, murmuring cacophony of unadulterated hedonism and willing captivity.

It was only as they stepped out into the orange glow of a stuffy evening, that Anthony's phone buzzed to life.

"Yo!" He answered it as he padded along the pavement, putting the phone between his scaly shoulder and his snout to listen to the caller, whilst his forepaws were busy in putting on his tight white shirt, "Heh, fancy you callin'. We were just thinkin' about you! You'll never guess what we have tied up in the basement!"