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"Okay I can't wait any longer, I'm gonna die," came Keedee's declaration once they'd stood around for a few minutes too many. She was trying to be patient, but she wasn't going to be the first one to wander off.

Layla turned towards her, but couldn't catch her attention. The hyena was already staring off into the distance, fascinated by a large red and yellow tent that didn't seem to have any sort of signage or barkers promising the experience of a lifetime, unlike seemingly every other attraction around there. Why was that the one that seemed to captivate Keedee so much? Layla didn't begin to try to unravel the chaos of an energetic hyena's mind. She was just along for the ride, already well out of her depth before anything had really happened.

"Why don't we check that place out? You wanna? Come one, say you wanna. I wanna!" Kee continued, bouncing up and down, swishing her tail. When she reached out for the husky she ended up missing and groping empty air.

"What's so special about that place?" Layla asked her, not moving. If she delayed long enough, maybe everyone would get back together and they could move as a nice, safe group.

"Well, look!" Keedee exclaimed. "Those look like cages. Maybe for something cool. Like, I dunno, you know, something! Creatures, even!"

"It just looks like some sort of storage area to me," Layla said, though she wasn't sure why such a thing would need its own tent like that. Keedee was barely listening.

"Maybe there will be ... lions," the hyena said with a dreamy look on her face.

Disregarding how odd it was for someone like her to hope for such a thing, Layla just piped up in her usual soft tone.

"In cages? I hope not, that doesn't seem like it's a good life ..."

Ethical concerns were as good an excuse as any not to get led astray by the ever-excitable hyena. She saw that it gave Keedee brief pause, and then felt guilty when she saw the slump of the spotty girl's shoulders. It wasn't supposed to break her heart. That hurt didn't last though, as Kee quickly brightened up, getting all up in Layla's personal space to be as defiant as a short, grinning yeen could be.

"Well maybe they're just regular dudes who like to perform then! Maybe they love it!" she fussed.

Layla knew she wasn't about to win when Keedee had already made up her mind. The two of them had come this far. They didn't even know if there really were lions or any other kind of dangerous beast, anyway. Maybe it was some other kind of exhibit. Maybe it was kinky. That seemed to be the theme of that place. How Layla had managed to get herself in so over her head, she really didn't know, but for once she refused to back down.

"Alright. Let's go have a look, and if it's nothing that interests us, we'll come right back, okay?" She did her best stern teacher voice to make sure Kee was really listening.

"Okay!" the hyena giggle-chirped, springing towards Layla like she was about to pounce.

Instead, Keedee took the husky's hand and squeezed tight to drag her off from the remaining group before she could change her mind. With so many already wandering off, the night was starting to feel more and more in disarray, but Layla tried not to let it bother her. Mahiri and Mira were taking an awfully long time to come out of that suspicious attraction, though. Maybe they got caught up in something. The cats probably didn't mean to leave their friends hanging like that, but she knew how lustful the twins could be. Maybe a tiny part of her was even a little jealous.

The husky squeezed the hyena's hand right back when Kee led her into the large tent that housed all those empty cages. The silence that fell as soon as they crossed that threshold gave Layla the immediate sense they weren't supposed to be there. For one, there was no one else there. Nor were there any lions, or otherwise. The cages stood empty, some of them with their doors wide open. They were arranged with no particular organization, forming natural corridors and passages between them. She couldn't even see the back of the tent, but Keedee tugged her along nonetheless, determined to know what awaited them in that place.

A dawning sense of nervousness on top of her usual anxiety level was creeping up on Layla as they made their way through the veritable maze of empty cages. Sometimes they faintly creaked. She jumped every time. Keedee acted like she knew where she was going, while Layla just allowed herself to be dragged through the rows upon rows of cages, sniffing the air to catch some unfamiliar scents while they went along. Something was there, hidden away in shadows, well away from the main crowd of guests. Maybe it was meant to stay that way.

Their journey into the unknown just kept going. They weaved around the stacks upon stacks of metal. Some of them were rusted looking, others were more pristine. The tent looked large on the outside, but not that large. When Layla looked back, she couldn't even see the entrance anymore. It didn't seem possible. She half wondered if she was having some sort of nightmare. Again and again, she thought to herself, they weren't supposed to be there. Yet she never spoke a word of protest as she followed the excited gigglebeast who had her by the hand. Her heart was thumping and she got more and more resistant to Keedee's insistent tugging, but that did nothing to dissuade the hyena. Kee was determined to find whatever secrets that place held, even if it meant trespassing. Layla was too, no matter how bad an idea she knew it was.

Some of the cages were labelled. Crude wooden signs were mounted over their entrances, the names of various beasts and mythical monsters painted on. The Oni. The Hydra. The Spider. The Banshee. Thankfully, there was no one,actually in those cages - though Layla was less thankful for the part where they were all wide open. What was lurking in the shadows, ready to strike? Or was it all just for show? They could have just as easily been the stage names of various performers. Though that didn't explain why they had cages. She was overthinking it and painting horrors into the shadows with her imagination, she told herself. Soon they'd find an exit.

The groans and shifts of well-worn metal created a creepy backdrop to their every step. She didn't feel a breeze, but it was like the whole place was swaying in the wind, like it might come down at any moment. She wondered if they were just going to end up buried under a pile of equipment, rather than mauled by some living nightmare. When they pressed on deeply enough into the metallic labyrinth, the whispered symphony of squeaks and groans gave way to a distant call.

"Hello?"

It didn't sound hostile. Layla was in two minds about responding, but Keedee had already decided.

"Hello!" she called back

"Is someone there? I could use some help here!"

The voice was strikingly familiar. Keedee immediately gravitated towards it, but Layla was more hesitant. Not because she didn't want to help someone in distress, but there was simply something about the whole thing, something that put her on guard with a feeling she couldn't shake. How did she know they were really in trouble and not luring her off into some dark corner to do - well, she wasn't even sure what. She didn't want to picture it and totally did anyway, of course. While she was pondering, she heard Keedee exclaim in surprise and slight amusement when she located the source.

"Dante! What are you doing all tied up? Things get kinkier than you expected?"

Layla's nervousness about the whole situation was soon turning more to shyness when she found herself looking at the mostly-naked form of another husky. They'd only met once in passing, but she recognized him nonetheless. From her memory and her more private thoughts alike. Dante was bound inside one of those cages, with the door shut tight and some chains suspending his wrists from the ceiling. Along with that was a caged muzzle over his face, one that didn't restrict his speech, as well as a giant, ill-fitting collar with his own name on it dangling loosely from his neck. When he saw them he perked up from his slumped state.

"Oh, Keedee! Layla! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be. It might be better if you just get out of here right now."

Kee put her hands on her hips in pure small hyena defiance.

"Well that's not going to happen. Tell us how we can help."

Dante looked at her look he was going to argue, but he was really in no position for that. Finally, he just gave them a hasty nod.

"Look, I don't have much time to explain. If you're going to get me out of here, you need to hurry."

As suspicious as the whole situation might have been, Kee leapt into action without any apparent fear just as Layla stood there blushing about the fact he even remembered her name. It took her a moment to snap out of it and help Kee with the heavy door. It wasn't locked, but it still took their combined strength just to make it start to give with an extended groan of old iron. It was only when they managed to pry that door open with a stagger backwards that she actually got a look at the sign posted above Dante's cage.

The Werewolf.

It probably didn't mean anything. Maybe he was just being put on display for the sick satisfaction of whoever had captured him. As for what they were going to do about those restraints, she really had no idea. They both stepped in together to get a closer look. Scanning up and down revealed those chains were solid, as were the shackles they were attached to. She glanced around just to see if there might be a discarded key somewhere on the dirt floor of the cage, but no luck. They were just going to have to figure out if they could help him wiggle loose.

"Watch out for the - !" Dante exclaimed while they were figuring out what to do.

A squeak and a groan came along with the heavy, barred door swinging shut seemingly all on its own. The crash was loud enough to hurt those sensitive canine and hyena ears alike, though not so loud they didn't hear the distinct click of the lock snapping into place. There was no one there to close it on them. It was just designed that way, and they were trapped.

" ... door." The bound husky slumped.

Layla's ears shot straight up and she clutched her thumbs in each hand while she squirmed in place. Keedee checked the door with a few firm rattles just to confirm the obvious, but she quickly returned to lay her hand on the husky girl's shoulder before she could freak out too much. It was a partial success.

"Oh, no no no, this isn't good, we shouldn't be here Kee, they're not going to like that we're here ..." she babbled, not even sure herself who they were. Someone bad. Maybe a lot of them.

"Hey," Dante said softly. "It's alright, we'll figure this out. Can you see if you can loosen these?"

He nodded up to the shackles above him. Layla looked, but the helpless feeling of being trapped was overwhelming her. She stood nibbling on her fingers while Keedee stretched up on her toes.

"I can't reach. Hoosk, come give me a boost!" she called, and Layla slowly made her way over to see if she could lift the hyena up when Kee gestured vigorously enough.

Just as they were a trembling tower of soft ladies stacked up beside Dante, the captive husky gave a sudden jolt and spasm that startled Layla badly enough to make her drop the hyena on her ass. The girls yipped, and Dante kept on snorting and snuffling like he was trying to fight off a sneeze. Eventually, those sounds grew more directly ominous, falling into grunts, then growls, rumbling through his entire body.

"Ah, crap. We're out of time," he managed to say amidst the strange fit he was going into. "Sorry for ... unnnngh ... what's about to happen. It's not - hfff - me."

"Are you okay? Is something wrong? Do we need a doctor?" came Layla's blurted questions while she helped Kee back to her feet.

Dante didn't answer. Not with words anyway. His rising growls exploded outwards as throaty snarls. He drooled, he thrashed about in his bindings, he gnashed his teeth and snapped at them from behind that muzzle. His movements got more and more aggressive with each passing moment, violently lashing out at the girls who'd come to save him. He left Layla flinching away from him. Even Keedee backed off a little to give him room to shake and shudder in his chains. Two pairs of eyes were glued on him, horrified at what was happening to him, but unsure of how to help. Then he started to change.

His body was getting bigger. They saw it stretching and bulking out with more and more muscle. The sound of stretching rang out disturbingly through the empty tent while his body expanded before their staring eyes. What had been a leaner, athletic body swelled with muscle, from his bulky biceps to his thickening pecs. His gut remained just as taut, dotted with solid-looking abs. Even his thighs were putting on weight, rippling with apparent power. Strength surged through Dante's new form.

Soon he was taller, thicker, stronger, hunching down more like a beast than a regular person. His jaws grew until they were straining against the muzzle that had been attached to him. It didn't last long, bits of metal flying when they couldn't hold up to the power of his transformation, revealing a flash of his elongated fangs, slick and shiny with all the saliva he was producing. His boxers certainly didn't hold up to the extra size either. They were hugging tight around the outline of a fattening sheath and pair of nuts until the fabric simply erupted into tatters under all the pressure, revealing the monstrous were-form of the husky to the trapped pair.

That was why the collar was so big. It fit him nicely once he was done taking on his bigger, monstrously muscular form. The first thing Layla noticed was just how big his teeth were while he thrashed about in his chains, easily dislodging them from the top of the cage. She yipped when he got free, backing into a corner to at least be as far away from him as she could be. She knew there was no way out. The sound of chains dragging through the dirt came with the beast's heavy huffs of breath as he approached.

While Layla was focused on the glistening, drooling snarl of aggressive lust gleaming on Dante's face, shrinking back against the bars without any hope of escape, Keedee instead allowed her gaze to dart down to fully take in the absolute heft and shape of the werewolf husky's massive nuts, with a big fat sheath resting snugly atop them. It was already starting to fill out, the closer he got. She could see his balls jiggle a little from the throbs passing through his plump shaft while it slowly pushed the fuzzy wrap back to reveal the lipstick red of his cock.

It wasn't that she wasn't afraid. That was what made it so good. Knowing full well that her friend probably wasn't fully in control of himself anymore, that she was liable to get mauled for one wrong move, Keedee began to ever so slowly approach. Layla reached out for her with a silent whisper of don't, but Kee wasn't to be dissuaded. Her heart was pounding. Her instincts were telling her to flee for her life, but she knew that wasn't possible. All that fear just made her all the wetter the closer she got, taking in his scent, basking in his presence, listening to his threatening growls. They seemed to soften when she was within reach. Maybe she was a beast tamer at heart.

Dante was slouched over, shuddering with ferocity and desire alike, but he managed to keep from attacking her as she stepped between his thighs. She didn't even have to crouch down to get access to his hefty sheath. There she lingered for just a few moments, moving tentatively, reaching out like she was defusing a bomb. As much as she relished in the exquisite fear that came with being locked in with a huge, scary werebeast, she didn't especially want to get chomped on for making the wrong move. Dante let out a snort when she laid her fingers on his nuts, but he made no move to stop her.

Kee was of course utterly drenched the entire time. She only got wetter when she leaned in to get her nose up to the base of Dante's sheath. Her whole head would have fit in there. Instead, she just pushed her nose inside so she could take a long, powerful sniff. It was almost enough to send her pitching to the floor right there. She sighed out after puffing her chest and bust out with the effort, eyes closed in dreamy, musk-induced bliss. Her attention was making him swell out all the more, giving some more urgent growls towards her. It was a warning as much as it was an urging. She knew what she had to do.

Handling that sheath with squeezes and tugs of admiration made his red canine cock slowly lipstick out for her. It ended pushing right into her face and then glancing off her cheek to smear precum into her fur. In an instant, she was thoroughly marked with his scent, and she only wanted more. She couldn't help but sneak a slurp of that stiff dog dick pulsing in her face. It wasn't even fully emerged and it was already fat enough to give her pause. Just what was she going to do with that much werewolf cock?

Dante was patient for about as long as a beast like him possibly could. Getting his balls kneaded and his dick slurped by the eager hyena felt good enough to make him hard, but he got greedy before long. Snatching Kee with one of those meaty hands, he gripped her head in his palm and shoved her hard against his nuts. Grinding and smothering her muzzle there like she was nothing more than his towel, his spotty rag, he left her immersed in his warmth, in his essence, and the masculine-tinged heat coming off his transformed body. The muffled giggles of excitement coming from the stifled yeen certainly weren't any sort of protest.

When she was all but drowned in husky musk, Dante finally let her up, yanking her back to allow her some gasps. She didn't get much time before he started grinding his dick all over her, from her covered bust to her face. Drooling on him, licking him, kissing that big fat dog cock, she found herself trembling with absolute need for him. He wasn't all bad. Fangy, snarly, massive, and still probably dangerous, but that just made her want him all the more. Her tongue was busy but she still had her hands free, and she worked to start stripping out of her pants with something of a frantic pace. She couldn't wait to show him how wet he made her.

When she was bottomless, she wiggled free of his grasp, but only because he allowed her to. That was enough time to yank her top over her head like it had burst into flames. Her bra didn't last much longer, chucked aside to narrowly avoid hitting Layla right in the face. The husky gal was still backed against the bars, cowering really. Maybe if she didn't move too much, he'd forget she was there. Which was a great underestimation of his keen nose. Surely a fellow husky knew a horny dog when he smelled one. Layla was nearly as turned on as the sopping wet hyena, she just wasn't quite so bold as to throw herself at him just yet.

Dante's eyes were glued to the Keedee's naked spots as she got out of every last article of clothing she'd been wearing. Her juices were shining upon the dark folds of her pussy, slathering her thighs, dripping right down to the dirty as she slowly swayed for the werewolf. Dante gave her an approving burst of thunder from his chest, looming closer, closer, crouching down to get on her level. He sniffed her a few times, huffing up some horny hyena scent when he got his nose between her legs, and then there came that single, massive slurp.

Kee couldn't help but make the most noise she was capable of making. A giggle and a scream all at once escaped her as that thick canine tongue slopped up juices pouring from her cunt, leaving her staggering back, stunned by the pleasure of a single lick. She couldn't bear it any more. Dropping to her knees, then flopping back, she got onto all fours for the monster named Dante. Surely he was still dog enough to recognize a bitch in need of mounting, even if Kee wasn't exactly canine. She swished and swayed her tail, hiking that spotty rump up, tail lifted high, hoping she could entice him before she passed out from need.

It took him under a second to pounce her. She all but vanished beneath his bulk as the snarling beast overtook her lean form, snatching her by the hips to tug her close to his cock. He mounted her inelegantly, brutally, thrusting against her butt as he made some glancing blows against her drenched sex. The first few attempts slipped off to the side, smearing her in precum while he got his dick wet with her juices. It looked impossible to get it inside of her. Layla whimpered at the sight, terrified she was about to see the poor hyena get hurt with a dick that was far too big for her, that for all her toughness, Kee had finally overestimated herself. All those doubts went away when Dante found his mark and plunged forth with a savage sound of triumph.

Keedee screeched her delight and swiftly fell into shrill, rapid cackles as she got her pussy stuffed to the very brim by a fat dog dick that just kept shoving inside her. Dante didn't stop until he was kissing his knot against her petals. That juicy bulb wasn't even fully formed yet, but it was already plump enough to pause his initial thrust with a solid thud. That didn't stop him from ramming it against that juicy yena until she was whimpering. It took him two thrusts to make her cum. A hot, messy squirt coated his dick and knot alike in a shiny layer of fluids that simply helped him rut her harder. Every lunge just got him closer to tying with her, closer to breeding with her while he rammed her bare cunt and slapped her thighs with his huge sack. She was fertile, and he was potent.

"Kee, are you ... okay?" Layla murmured, barely audible over the messy cacophony squelching out before her.

She didn't get an answer, but it was enough to ensure Dante didn't forget about her. He looked up from fucking the hyena stupid to briefly lock eyes with the other husky. The intensity of his gaze made her yelp and leap back, banging against the bars, rattling the cage that kept the three of them locked in together. She could shrink away all she liked, but she wasn't getting away. When he snatched her by the ankle, she screamed and whapped at his hand, but nothing could stop him from dragging her over to join the fun while he fucked that hyena into a drooling, eye-rolling, panting, smiling state of idiot bliss.

Layla was thrashing at first, truly panicked about what was about to happen until she actually looked at him again. This time his eyes were softer. Brighter, too. Maybe it was just the light, but it seemed like they'd taken on a different colour entirely. She tried to focus on them, but instead found herself falling deeper and deeper into their allure as if plunging into a pool. Sinking underneath the unspoken spell of the handsome husky made her feel so much better. She stopped squirming to simply stare into his eyes until she was mirroring the grin that he flashed her.

While she might not have been fully calm, locked in a cage with a werewolf as she was, that soothing look was enough to make her forget all about the specifics of the situation. Bobbing back and forth, following the pattern of colours swirling before her eyes, she simply nodded to an unspoken question. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or what, just that it felt good to look back at the were-husky, that she wanted to serve him and please him, that it would all be alright.

He was rutting Keedee the entire time he mesmerized her. The hyena was getting plowed right down into the dirt by his harsh, slamming thrusts. She could take it. Physically, anyway. She was increasingly dazed, drooling, utterly stupefied by the dog dick stuffing her tender pussy. That didn't stop her from crawling onto Layla, groping her thighs and doughy belly while she worked to steal the husky's pants. It wasn't easy with Dante rutting her like a sleeve from behind, but she managed with enough fumbling.

Peeling the bottoms off of Layla revealed the glisten of her soaking folds shining right through those submerged panties. Keedee tugged them away, accidentally snapping a string in the process. She was just going to have to owe Layla - things were urgent. That husky was achingly wet and the hyena knew just how to tend to her sweet friend. Layla said she wasn't into girls, but the moans she made when Kee went down on those dark, shining folds said otherwise. Just like they always did. The hyena shoved her whole face in that sloppy husky cunt, coating her face in Layla's juices. That just made it easier for her to shove her muzzle right inside.

All The intensity of the beastly rut Dante was giving her manifested in how aggressively she tonguefucked the squirmy husky girl. Layla flopped down to the ground, spreading her legs around the hyena's shoulders while she playfully batted and pushed at Kee's head. It was almost too much to take. The hyena sucked that entire pussy while she shoved her tongue inside as far as she could stretch it out, making sure the lovely doggy was nice and ready for Dante's turn with her. It was almost time.

That much she could tell by how hard the husky beast worked to get that knot wedged up inside her. He smacked her with his nuts, snorting, snuffling, puffing with grinding, rasping breath while he made her his plaything. His thick cock rammed into her again and again, faster, harder, bending her, bruising her, tenderizing her clenching pussy until she simply had no choice but to cum for him again. Squirting all over his knot, thrashing in his grip, wailing her ecstasy into a flooded husky pussy, Kee messily provided him all the lube he needed to fiercely knot her and make her his own.

That bulb stretched her to her very limit, bulging in her belly right along with the outline of his massive cock. A cute thing like her shouldn't have been able to take that much, but she refused to give up. She was going to take everything he could give her, no matter how immobile it might have made her. With a satisfied snrrrrrrrl that resonated and echoed through the empty tent, Dante filled the hyena with his seed. She wrenched her head back from between Layla's thighs to let out all her orgasmic whoops, but the massive, extended glrrrrrrsh of his cumshot splattering Keedee's heated insides drowned out even the sharpest tones of her screaming cackles.

She felt those heated balls clenching up hard against her backside while Dante dumped their contents straight into her womb. He bloated her while he bred her, knocking her up over, and over, and over. Keedee rounded out with all the werewolf cum claiming her. He made her gut touch the ground, squishing some of that spunk back against his knot, but that mating tie held tight. She went from cumming for him, clenching, cackling in delight to a dull, dazed groan as her body slumped down, going face first into the dirt with little thud. Yet even as she laid there, a twitching, broken mess of deliciously impregnated hyena, Dante was still firing off inside her, stretching her, sloshing her, utterly engorging her with that pent up load of fresh, virile, husky-making jizz.

He panted while Keedee faintly snickered and shuddered on his dick. She might have been cumming again. It was hard to tell one twitch from another. Layla looked up at the huffing werewolf with an expression of rapture, of panting, slightly drooling need for the same beast who'd so badly scared her with his presence minutes ago. All it took was a short hypnotic gaze, and she was ready to be a good girl for him. Dante needed her. He jerked his cock back to try to wedge his knot out of the shattered hyena, but that just made her clench on him all tighter. She definitely came for him again, grabbing just as hard as ever, leaving a mess of those sweet juices flowing down his nuts.

Actually getting out of her was going to take some rough work, but there was no breaking that hyena. Not even when he rose up to plant a foot on her back, squishing her belly down to the floor while he harshly got his knot-wedged dick out of her. Pressure on her belly helped him POP loudly from her stretched pussy, leaving her with a gushing gape that didn't stop spraying excess cum even as he stalked over to where the husky was regarding him with slightly nervous but nonetheless rapturous desire. She was all his, no matter how scary he might have been.

Even under his silent spell, she still yelped when he snatched her up more abruptly than she expected. Even the chubby husky was weightless in his grip. He held her in front of him while she dangled there, faintly squirming, but mostly from arousal. His cock was soaked in cum and hyena juices, dripping down onto the wreck that was Keedee below them. He simply held her there for a while, looking deeper and deeper into her eyes until she found vision tunneling forth, narrowing in on him, disregarding all else. Not even the wet slurp over her face could break her out of that state of absolute focus.

Dante wasn't about to keep waiting, instead reaching forth to snatch her top and tear it to ribbons. Shreds of that poor cute outfit fluttered down while the husky's tits and belly alike wobbled forth. Even clenching with lust and too far gone to think of anything else, she still felt that moment of shyness, that little quiver of self-consciousness. Was she what a slavering beast like him wanted? Too soft? Too wide? Dante scanned her naked form up and down while his tongue bobbed back and forth with his rapid, steaming breaths and his cock flexed its need right in front of her. Then he showed her exactly how much he approved of her.

Layla wasn't even sure for a moment what he was doing to her. It was a flurry of limbs and claws, gripping her, grabbing her, yanking her into position. She felt his muscular arms beneath her own, locking them back. Her legs got the same treatment, testing her flexibility with an overpowering full nelson that almost felt like too much. She felt his taut chest against her back and her shoulders, heaving with lust-hungry puffs. His tongue flopped down atop her hair, soaking her with drool while he held her close. Scrunched, caught, and nearly immobile, she was utterly vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her.

He didn't tease her for a second. She was wetter than she'd ever been in her life, diving into something like heat just from being around such a beastly breeder like Dante. When he found her folds with the slick tip of his oversized cock, he rammed forth and took what was his. Layla tried to scream, but the best she got was a faint rasp from her throat as her jaws gaped and her eyes rolled right back. The shock of pleasure had her shaking in his grasp. It was a good thing he was strong enough to hold her still and mate her full.

She bounced and jiggled with the impact of that massive, bitch-breaking knot slamming up against her pussy. Her tits smacked her in the face while he pounded her, launching into a frenzied, fearsome pace without any sort of buildup. Werewolves didn't care about momentum. Dante found a warm cunt and fucked it as hard as he could. She was all for him, all spread out and stretched around his dick, her chubby belly still bulging with the outline of that canine girth slamming into her. The sheer volume of precum pouring forth inside her womb was enough to make her feel heavier with each juicy thrust.

Soon, her expression started to glass over in a similar way to the hyena's. Keedee was still quivering on the floor, and Layla shook right with her. Her body was doing all sorts of strange things while she got rutted by the animal that was Dante. He gnawed her, he licked her, he drooled all over her, but all his muscular stretch went to thrusting those hips and pushing her down on his dick. The spanking smack of nuts to husky butt was deafening. Her moans came out choked and gurgled as she fought for breath, fought for clarity and coherence, slipping away into mindless pleasure the longer he rutted her bare.

Maybe it was a credit to how good Dante was at fucking that he still managed to make her cum as a werewolf. Or maybe it was just how badly Layla needed to be absolutely broken by a beast like him. She arched her back into him, squishing her soft fur against his taut, muscular chest and abs alike while she gushed all over his knot. Maybe not as messily as Keedee, but nobody squirted like her. That just ensured every one of his unending thrusts squeezed out even more of her juices, making things wetter, louder, succulently slurping with every thrust and withdrawal of his stiffly flexing weredog dick.

They build towards a hotter and hotter peak together while she whimpered and even barked. Was she going just as feral as him? Was she going to become a werewolf herself after getting fucked by one? Such thoughts might have concerned her if she still had half a mind to work with. She was losing herself in vicious sex, getting her soft, squishy body rutted like she was the most fuckable thing in the world, and by a fellow husky no less. If he could still be called one as the savage, violent beast currently slamming her full of knotted cock.

She was a little bigger than Keedee, but that heaving bulb was still an intimidating prospect. Just mashing it against her folds and clit alike over and over was enough to make her lips quiver, her eyes water. The whimpering dog could barely feel her toes anymore, but she still wanted to be the best girl she could possibly be for Dante. It was almost impossible to relax when he was a piston between her thighs, fucking her with all the might of his transformed body, but it didn't matter. He was going to get that knot inside her.

Stretching her wider and wider with each jamming lunge, pressing the swollen shape against her again and again, he made her feel like she could take anything. She was locked in ecstasy, sometimes giving him another splash of juices as if constantly cumming. It only got more intense the closer he got to tying with her, letting her feel the swelling in his cock, the veins bulging out, the spit of precum getting thicker, hotter, maybe already enough to impregnate. All that lust, all that ferocity, it was all for her.

Finally, she used up the rest of her voice on one more whimpering scream, wailing her way to silence when he finally jammed that monster knot inside her. Her belly bulged with the absolute girth of all that meat wedged in her cunt. It somehow didn't hurt, instead keeping her on the very edge of ecstasy. Then he pushed her right over the slope when he didn't even bother to finish inside her despite knotting her. A few short thrusts, some harsh tugging, and eventually he managed to dislodge that swollen knot from inside her just as shockingly as he'd pushed it in.

She tossed her head back and thumped it into his pecs while she flexed madly for him, juices pouring down the rounded base of his colossal cock. He couldn't be stopped. Dante could do anything with her body he liked, even if that meant jamming his knot inside her and pulling it out all over again. Every thrust filled her to the very brim with belly-bulging, womb-stretching werewolf dick, and each backstroke left her gaping and clenching with need for that cunt-wrecking knot all over again. She didn't care if he destroyed her. She rode him and quivered against him, basking in his massive strength, his rich scent, and his utterly feral need for the soft husky bitch he'd made his slut

Pop, pop, POP. He wouldn't stop tugging it in and out of her, no matter how mentally broken it was going to leave her. That much pleasure wasn't meant for one husky. His balls were heaving, pulling up to clench against her ass while he knot-fucked her to the very brink of insanity. Her eyes were watering, saliva ran down her chin, and she was constantly clamping down on him as if to keep him in place for at least a moment. She had no idea how many times he made her cum. All that remained after that bashing, battering, numbing rut was to fuck her full of cum. She was fairly sure she was ready.

Nothing could fully prepare her for the onslaught of husky cum rushing straight inside her womb the moment Dante reached his snarling climax. He shoved her down and held her fully knotted, leaving her to snugly squeeze on him in the weakening remnants of orgasm while he unloaded inside her. She felt herself getting knocked up. That warm, tingling satisfaction of a need fulfilled surged through her every sense, her every thought, leaving her finally able to settle down while he filled her to the very brim. Dante had so much to give with those fat nuts clenching up extra taut to milk every drop into the fertile husky womb wrapped around half his cock. His knot kept the excess inside her, no matter how excessive it was. Layla had no choice but to grow.

Without her hands free, she couldn't cradle her gut even when it doubled in size, wrapped tight to the sloshing contents that forced her to expand. She wobbled, she jiggled, and she lost herself in the relief and haze of getting bred just like she needed. Dante was still thrusting, albeit in much shorter strokes, stirring that seed inside her, making sure it coated every single inch of her womb. She was something beyond pregnant, swollen up like she was already carrying a whole bundle of husky pups - an entire sled team, perhaps. The werewolf didn't stop cumming in her until Layla was ballooned up to the point of immobile, fucked to peaks so intense she could only stare straight ahead with a silly smile on her face, not a single thought in her head.

A few more thrusts to squelch that spunk and slosh that gut and Dante finally settled down. He was still very much a werewolf, but temporarily tamped in the clarity of orgasm. An extended suckling sound came with him easing his knot out of the broken husky, edging her towards the tremendous gushing SPLURCH that left her yipping and gushing alike. There was so much cum inside her that she could spray it from her stretched cunt without losing much of heft. It was still splattering over her inner thighs when Dante laid her down to twitch with the similarly shattered hyena.

Keedee had recovered at least enough to crawl over and stroke the husky's hair. She tugged a braid, scritched the husky behind the ear, and giggled as she snuggled up to the cum-fattened doggy. The both of them were swollen, splatted, soaked to the very skin in the scent of their beastly breeder. He gave them at least a moment to recover, one Kee used to check on the husky.

"You doing okay in there?" she asked Layla as she tapped the dog's forehead.

"Unnnngh."

That was the best she could do, but at least she could still understand words. Layla wasn't entirely sure if she knew her name or not, but she knew that she felt good. Her body was flooding her with all the good sensations just as much as her womb was flooded with potent were-husky cum. There was no doubt of how compatible the two of them were. She was as pregnant as she looked, and so was Keedee. Her legs were numb, her belly weighed her down, and she was still panting hard to catch her breath, but that was all the break she was going to get.

The werewolf stalked towards his collection, his new breeding bitches. Crouching over their fallen frames, they were helpless to do anything about it while he admired them. Running his meaty paws over their bellies made them squirm and groan. Squeezing her tits made Layla gasp. Dante only got closer, sniffing their soaked bodies, then giving both of them a huge, sloppy lick on the face in turn. His cock was still twitching, pressing up against his taut middle, slathered and dripping in their juices. He still wanted more from them, and it was just a matter of deciding exactly what that was.

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Ending 1

Keedee could still speak, and that wouldn't do at all. Dante's transformation wasn't going to wear off anytime soon, and he wasn't going to stop until those two ladies were just as savage as him. If not as vicious. He overtook the hyena in a blanket of muscular werewolf, locking his jaws with her muzzle in an overpowering kiss. Keedee sucked his tongue, drank his drool, and braced herself for another rough rutting. The three of them were going to be busy all night at that rate.

At least he was merciful enough to keep from pushing her down flat on her belly, instead opting to seize her by the thighs so he could bend her into a harsh mating press. It was a werewolf's version of mercy, anyway. He still shoved her paws right up beside her face so he could get full access to her overflowing pussy. Just glossing his dick along those tender folds was already enough to make her leak some of the excess. Her gut wobbled up towards her drooling visage while he pushed his cock between those sleek black lips, easing in for all of half a second before he simply rammed inside. Werewolves got what they wanted.

Her laughs were trying to escape, shuddering through her body, but she didn't manage a single song. He'd fucked her so thoroughly she forgot how to giggle, instead just wiggling as he sloshed her bloated belly up and down his sudden, instant thrusts and pounds. He was zero to full in seconds, lunging down at her while he clutched her ankles tight. His weight just put more pressure into those lunging, pounding strokes, smacking her hard with his knot but not quite tying with her this time. Yet, anyway.

The brutal rutting of the numb hyena was still going to make her cum. For all the husky spunk he fucked right out of her, she kept herself slick with all the juices leaking onto his cock. He sheathed it inside her and smacked her spotty ass with his nuts, only to wrench back with a dripping snarl. His teeth were interlocked right in front of her face, but she simply stared up at him with adoration, watching him gnash and snarl his way through another mind-blurring, pussy-wrecking werewolf fuck.

The sound of messy plapping werewolf balls ensured Layla eventually roused from her pleasure coma to blink back to life beside the pair. She shook her head and looked over to find the hyena completely pinned, bent in half, all stretched out to her very limit. The hyena wasn't a big gal, but she made up for it with sheer elasticity. Her belly jiggled every time Dante pounded her, bouncing with her tits while the husky worked to fuck even more of his fresh, bloating jizz inside of her with heavy, harsh pounds. How he hadn't completely broken her yet, or grievously injured her wasn't even clear. How could one runt of a hyena take such punishment, such brutal, slamming dicking without snapping like a twig was beyond Layla's understanding. She just slid over to assist however she could.

Getting beside Keedee, she reached out to squeeze the hyena's hand softly and kiss her on the cheek. Kee was in no state to kiss back. She was a slobbering wreck, jiggling as she got slammed with the bass beat of juicy werewolf nuts spanking her again and again. It wasn't clear if she had a single thought in her head. She certainly wasn't helping Dante out any, simply laying there in his grasp, all stretched out and impaled on his dick, blur-fucked into a sloppy, ruined mess. Yet she was still enjoying it enough to give him some of those powerful clenches, those inner squeezes so potent that they gave even a werewolf pause, briefly throwing off his rhythm.

That just told him to finish her off with his harshest breed-fucking yet. He worked his powerful hips like a machine, bellowing out his hefty snarls right in her face. She didn't react. She probably couldn't even see, despite staring up at him. Her pussy worked him over until she squirted for him again, hosing down that dog dick in a hot stream of hyena juices, and that was how she remained. She kept on cumming for as long as he kept fucking her, until she made his balls tighten and a rigid flex run all the way from the tip of his cock down to his swollen knot, and under his nuts to clench his taint and muscled ass alike. His body worked hard to give that hyena all the cum she deserved for being such a good little spotty condom.

The first squelching shot of spunk stretched her even bigger, pulled her belly so tight it was hardly even jiggling anymore. She was going to burst if he didn't relent, and he didn't even stop fucking her while he was shooting her full of his cum, squeezing out some excess that wasn't enough to relieve the pressure. Layla saw that, even with her mind so clouded, decided the best thing she could do as a friend was offer her assistance. She moved in to catch the werewolf's eye, licking along her chops while she attempted to give him a stare just as potent as the one that had so mesmerized her.

It might not have been as effective, but it did catch his attention. He saw her teasing him with his tongue, and he forgot all about the hyena. Pulling harshly from Kee's cunt let her flop down in a puddle of spraying seed, completely unconscious. He didn't stop cumming. Pouring it all over her spotty body, he doused her and drenched her like a canvas until she'd almost completely vanished underneath the torrent. She was as much a puddle as she was a hyena, soaking right down to every single pore in his scent.

Even if he'd temporarily broken one of his toys, he still wanted somewhere nice and warm to fuck the rest of his cumshot into. Layla moved for his cock just as eagerly as Kee had at the start of it all, though she didn't make it all the way. He grabbed her before she could get her mouth around it, spurting in her face while he held her there. It wasn't to stop her, but instead to yank her down and stick his cock straight down her throat all the more roughly. He took her at his own pace, facefucking the rest of his sack-clenching orgasm straight into her belly, only making her all the heavier, all the fatter with his potent werewolf seed.

Getting her throat rutted just as hard as he'd fucked her pussy, Layla wasn't exactly in a position to contribute much to the effort. Instead, she closed her eyes tight and focused merely on chugging down all that spunk. She concentrated so hard, her entire existence was devoted to swallowing werewolf jizz for as long as her body held out. He unloaded inside of her again and again, chin squished to her lips for a nice smooth, cock flexing and bulging with every rope of cream he hosed into her expanding belly.

She survived for a full minute of werewolf cum guzzling, and even managed to swallow most of it. Some of it trickled from her chops, or her nose. She was a mess of tears and drool by the time he finally pulled out of her mouth, and that didn't stop him from giving one last shot in her face. It mostly got into her hair, trickling over her shoulders and down her spine just to ensure she was thoroughly marked. Maybe not as thoroughly marked as the twitching hyena, but she was going to smell just like her new werewolf master for ages.

Flopping down beside Keedee, Layla panted and coughed, sometimes sounding a bit dire until she managed to clean her throat properly. Dante loomed, watching the two of them. Even he knew when they'd reached their limits. His cock hadn't softened. It was just a matter of time before he wanted more, and they were just going to have to find it in themselves to keep serving him once they'd recovered enough.

The cage remained closed. Nobody came to interrupt or rescue them. Their friends were just going to have to go on without them while they basked with the brutish beast, taking his seed, milking his cock, serving him with their snug, fuckable pussies until they were nothing more than brainless breeding sluts, operating on no more instincts than the vicious werewolf who'd made them that way.

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Ending 2

Dante wouldn't stop licking Keedee. He slurped her face and then worked down, slathering up her tits, working across her fattened belly. She was far too immobile to do anything but squirm for him, arching her back with a moan when he shoved his muzzle between her thighs. Getting eaten out by a werewolf was a suitably intense experience, leaving her snickering with something like alarm while that sloppy tongue worked across her juicy folds. She was still a little tender after taking his knot, not to mention still utterly overflowing with his cum. Dante didn't let that keep him from slurping her pussy until she was kicking her numb legs, writhing on the floor, barely able to even handle the pleasure he inflicted on her.

Once he started wriggling his tongue right inside of her, she didn't have long before she squirted again. Somehow, she still had orgasms to give him. It came in the form of an arching, shaking fit through her entire body and it ended with a cackle and a squirt right into his open mouth. He took those juices on his tongue and loudly swallowed them when she slumped down again, exhausted to the point of blanking out. She didn't even react at first when he took her by the ankle and started slurping along one of her bare paws, squishing the pads under the force of his tongue. Nor did she squirm when he took that foot right into his mouth.

He was only sucking on it after all, in the wet, sloppy way that werewolves did seemingly everything. She didn't do anything but faintly moan when he took the other in too. It was a pleasant little massage over her sore feet that had her huffing for him, far too blissed out to think anything of the way he kept stuffing her deeper and deeper. It wasn't until she felt the slick embrace of his gullet wrapping snugly around her ankles that she clued in to what he was really doing. Or at least she got the general idea.

The first swallow was a false one, and he pulled her back out of his mouth again as if he was only teasing her. Instead, he was just correcting her angle, swiftly flipping her onto her heavy stomach. Some of his cum gushed back from her pussy thanks to the extra pressure, but he didn't let that dissuade him from snatching her by the spotty legs and dragging her back into his cavernous maw, framing her between rows of pearly werewolf fangs.

The best she could do for a reaction was to faintly murmur and groan. She could barely move, there was no possible chance of her putting up any sort of fight even if she wanted to. Instead, she just embraced how good it felt to have that throat squeezing wetly around her calves, dragging her down one gulp at a time. Dante worked his slobbery way up to her thighs, nibbling on her all the way, but never biting. He was set on swallowing her whole without anything more than a tenderizing, as if she wasn't already tender enough.

When he scooped his tongue between her thighs to slurp her pussy into his mouth, he was free to lean back and even recline so she could have a cozy seat in his gullet. She was already half gulped, but there was so much more to go. It was time to start kneading around that gut, which got plenty of groans out of her. She was just so full, his cream-filled chocolate chip cookie. Even stunned as she was, she couldn't help but giggle with excitement while she got eaten by a horny werewolf.

The sound was enough to eventually rouse Layla from her stupor. She took her time sitting up. It was a vigorous workout all in itself. Seeing Dante there, reclining with the hyena's legs down his throat, and Kee's cum-filled gut getting slowly squished and compressed to fit into his gullet was enough to give her pause, for certain. She stared over the scene for a while, wondering if she should reach out, if she should try to convince the savage beast to stop eating the tasty hyena. Maybe if her mind was still entirely her own, those considerations might have lasted longer. Her eyes soon strayed to that stiff dog cock standing up firm and wet in front of her face. She needed it.

His nuts were right there on offer, snug between his parted legs while he eased the plump hyena down his throat. Layla crawled over and slumped down on her side so she could lick them. It took a lot of work just to clean all the cum from his fur, along with all the other juices. She was drooling so much that she still left them soaked, if slightly more tidy by the time she was done a thorough swiping and dragging, taking the time to suck on them as best she could now and then. They were far too fat for her to fully get in her mouth, but she did her best. Only when she'd thoroughly cleaned every inch of his sack and been deeply imbued with his flavour did she move onto his dick.

Meanwhile, Dante was making good progress on squeezing the hyena girl's gut between his lips. It was almost too much for Keedee. She was lost in the pleasure of being swallowed, rocking, groaning, even cumming for him again. The spotty girl was an orgasm machine, squirting for him again while gushing out excess cum like the creamy, overstuffed treat she was. Layla looked her over, briefly meeting her eyes as she vanished down the werewolf's throat, gulp by heavy, bulging gulp, but it just made her all the wetter.

She kept licking her way to the top while Dante feasted upon the hyena, finally getting past her gut like he was working over a knot. She stretched his collar right out with that fattened middle, but the strap proved surprisingly flexible. It wasn't going to give him any trouble. Her tits were much easier to squeeze into his throat, though they still made an outline in his fur on the way down. A toss of his head and a shrug of his shoulders got Keedee up to her shoulders in werewolf gullet. He held her there for the moment, letting her pleasured expression remain there between his teeth, drool dripping down into her matted hair and fur alike. Layla only managed a few trails up and down that stiff canine dick before he reached down to snatch her by the hips. Even musk-brained and lust-dumbed, she still yelped.

Even stuffed with cum, the chubby husky was far from heavy to him. He hefted her right up so he could shove her down on his dick like she was nothing more than a sleeve. His cock speared inside her, stretching her all over again until she came to a snug rest atop that knot with a solid thud. It sent a wobble through her curves and gut alike, a great glurp coming from all that tightly-packed spunk splashing around inside her womb. How there was still room for his dick, she didn't know, but she loved how it felt to squeeze around those many solid inches of fat werewolf meat.

When her knees touched the ground on either side of his hips, she did her best to ride him, but he simply lifted her right up again so he could slam into her over and over, humping from beneath. Layla found herself doubly hammered by the power of his thrusts and his grip jamming her down onto his knot. It was inside of her by the third thrust, then slickly slipping out of her again with that distinct sucking sound. Her eyes were half-closed and her tongue was hanging over her chin while she approached critical stupidity, losing a little more of what kept her coherent while she got used for the big dog's toy, but she made sure not to fully spiral into a mindless slut just yet. She had to see Keedee disappear first.

Dante made sure she was watching. His eyes met hers, once again exhibiting that same swirly, colourful behaviour that made Layla wonder if she was so horny she was hallucinating. Even watching the hyena getting eaten whole didn't do anything but make her clench down on the werewolf's dick all the harder. She was going to cum already. Dante had been fucking her for half a minute, but his cock fit her so well, touched her in all the right places. Well, it touched her in all places at once, but that was what made her so wet for him. She tightened for him, squeezed down, went into those rapid pumps of climax while she yipped and whimpered with every re-knotting, and he just went ahead and finished off his meal.

Hearing that heavy ULLLP that came with Dante so casually tilting his head back to swallow Keedee down was enough to make her cum. Him too. She gushed and he flooded her all over again with his knot wedged in her pussy, sloshing her to a bloated state while he filled up on squirmy hyena. The bulge of Kee travelled down his throat until she showed up in his belly, bulging out enough to bump against Layla's own cum-stuffed tum. Feeling the hyena wiggling away in Dante's stomach, pressed up against her own massive middle was enough to keep the husky girl cumming for the werewolf all the longer, until her body ached and her eyes rolled right back.

He harshly pulled her from his knot before she was too full, leaving her aching and quivering, utterly gone. Not even his hypnotic gaze could bring her back to being herself. She was his empty doggy slut, an absolute slave for that cock. She'd do anything he wanted, albeit weakly. Placing her alongside the heavy shape of hyena in his middle, he took her by the wrist to guide her into stroking his prey. Whether Kee actually felt it in there didn't matter when he had the broken dog so mindlessly admiring her own friend inside him. Her slow rubbing wasn't much, but it was still enough to make his belly start to audibly rumble and squish, glurrrrning out as it tightened around his meal.

Of course, all that added pressure made for a hefty belch from the jaws of the slobbering werewolf. It sprang out like a bellow, roaring through the tent of cages as his gut squeezed down on the hyena inside it all the tighter. Dante licked along his lips and teeth alike in its aftermath, making sure to get the bits of spotty fur out from between them. He could have easily laid back to sleep off the transformation, satisfied with his breeding pet and dinner alike, but that feral appetite still gurgled out for more, no matter how much squirmy meat had already slipped down his throat. He looked up and down the husky, and then just slapped a heavy palm on her fat ass while he gathered her up in his clutches like the juicy treat she was.

All she could do was moan for him while he brought her closer, laying her across his chest so she was all but sitting on Keedee's bulge. He ran his fingers up and down her sides, making sure to grope her all along the way. That fine rump, that heavy, bloated belly, those juicy tits. She was an absolutely scrumptious meal, even if she was a husky just like him. He was barely a dog that night anyway, more wolf than husky, drooling for her luscious body. The show he made of opening wide for her was largely wasted on her broken mind, but there was some semblance of arousal she got from the display of his glistening fangs, his bright pink tongue, and the darkness of his undulating gullet. He made it clear he couldn't wait to devour her.

Yet for all his lingering hunger, he still eased her into it. He might have effectively broken through her nervousness to the point she barely even squirmed when he pushed her face onto his outstretched tongue, but that was no reason not to savour her. A slurp, a suckle, a nibble of his lips around her throat allowed him to inch her towards his waiting throat. The taste he drained from her fur was enough to get him salivating thickly, absolutely soaking the husky while he urged her closer and closer. Eventually, ravenousness won out, and he took a great meaty grab of her ass so he could finally shove her face down his throat like he so badly wanted, like he needed.

A slippery, slimy GULP overpowered seemingly all of Layla's senses at once. She was stunned and enraptured as she moaned inside Dante's werewolf gullet. It hugged her, it squished her, squeezing so tightly her awed expression was vaguely visible from the outside. Dante kept shoving. He had a good grip on that heavy booty, and he couldn't help but stuff himself. Layla travelled deeper with his shoving and his swallowing, kneaded all around her shoulders and then her tits by the powerful squeezes dragging her down towards the gurgly chamber where Keedee still squirmed. Dante's stomach had been gentle on the hyena so far. Whether it stayed that way when he was truly stuffed with both well-bred girls remained to be seen.

Another heavy urrrrk pulled Layla in until her belly pressed to Dante's lower lip. He stuck his tongue out to lick across it, teasing it, making the diminished, defeated husky squirm with what little strength she had left. She was of no help. He was just going to have to messily squeeze that cum-gut into his jaws all by himself, giving it a few teasing nibbles while it sloshed and jostled into his open mouth. He kneaded her gently between his teeth while his paws pressed to those plump cheeks, forcing her deeper, even if it meant squeezing half his load right out of her again. Her pussy was a jet, hosing down their surroundings in the were-husky cum that simply wouldn't fit into that tight embrace. That didn't make her any less likely to be knocked up, of course. He could have bred a husky like her with a look.

She would have been an excellent breeding slut, but she was going to make an even better meal. Getting her gut to fit in his gullet was made more challenging by the collar constricting around the bulge of husky. Dante took his time, teasing her, tormenting her with pleasure. He got his tongue between her thighs to slurp and slather all over her stuffed sex, cleaning up some of his own mess in the process. She trembled for him, pussy quivering with pleasure as he teased her into his dripping jaws. The juices were pouring down from her faintly writhing legs, cascading over her thick thighs, right down to her paws.

She curled her toes in ecstasy once her fat belly finally crested over the back of Dante's tongue. That put even more pressure on that collar. It had managed to survive Keedee's devouring, but Layla was an even heavier meal. Her thick form pressed against that accessory until it finally snapped, flinging off of Dante's neck while she surged down his throat in a sudden plunge. It was her hips that finally did it. They slurped into his gullet to get the same kneading treatment as the rest of her engulfed body, and there was finally nothing holding her back from her impending fate. From there it was nothing more than a long, smooth slide.

When he got her pussy on the middle of his tongue and her butt framed nicely in his slobbering maw, he instead reached down to grab her by the ankles. He wasn't waiting any longer. That cute dog was his, just like the pretty hyena he'd already eaten. A heavy, juicy gulp got her travelling down faster than he could even shove her, leaving only the bottom half of her legs sticking out of his jaws. He sealed his lips around her knees for a time, giving her one last teasing suckle, and then simply tossed his head straight down with a deep, internal rumble of growling satisfaction. Layla went down his throat in one more strong, satisfying GULP that rang wetly out throughout the tent of cages.

With that, he finally tucked her tail away, followed by those cute paws. A clack of his teeth came with him snapping his jaws shut in Layla's wake while she wiggled her way down to his gut. It was already hefty, but it rounded out to a truly impressive size with her all stuffed down in there, squished against the hyena. The girls were just going to have to learn to share that space for as long as he kept them there, cradling and stroking his prize, admiring their curves from the outside. They were two bloated, delicious meals, stuffed with his cum but gulped down anyway.

All the stroking made him belch again. He went ahead and projected it outwards nice and wetly, a five-second bellow that was like a howl of triumph. The cage shook around him. He was engorged with the shapes of two curvy, cream-filled ladies tucked away in his middle. Even after all the squeezing to get them down, they were still full of his cum. He ran his fingers across their silhouettes and let the first of the juicy gurgles sound out around them. All he was doing was tightening things up around them, kneading them in the juices that were already there, letting his belly flex around them to force them closer and closer together. They ended up more or less scissoring and making out in their close proximity, kept apart only by their sloshing bellies squishing together.

He sloshed just as much as them. Things were getting wetter, louder, grumbling loudly while the walls squeezed in on his prey. He could have spat them out if he wanted to. First, he felt he deserved a rest. He wasn't going to change back anytime soon. There was plenty of time to savour the feeling of having some well-bred bitches in his gut. The more he relaxed, the louder his belly got. It rumbled, it burbled, it glorped and gloshed. The lengthy churrrrns around his prey felt so good he simply had to close his eyes for a while. Maybe it was time for a nap, just a short one. Surely the pretty girls he ate would be just fine for a while longer.

It wasn't like they were going to protest after being so thoroughly mesmerized and broken in mind and body alike by the hungry, horny werewolf. They gently stirred in there, pressed together, idly stroking each other, but far too dazed to do any more than that. The juices gloshed around them. The glrrrt of mild digestion rose around them, but it was tame, for the moment. How long the werewolf's body would hold off with them tucked away in the humid darkness like that, bulging out his once-taut belly, jostling with his long, sleepy breaths remained to be seen. Maybe they were going to have a hell of a story to tell, or maybe they were going to be werewolf chow by dawn.