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The studio was strangely sterile to look at on the outside, given what it was used for. The inside wasn’t much different. It could have been an office building or a warehouse that the group had accidentally stumbled into, rather than the place where the most sensational, occasionally depraved things were recorded. They might have all wandered into the wrong set if it wasn’t for the friendly tour guide who jumped up to greet them as soon as they walked in the door.

The vixen had a professional smile and tone, which didn’t quite match just how suggestive her outfit was. Formal yes, but cut low and high alike to show off plenty of cleavage and thighs. She swished her tail and gave a little wave to the group tromping in through the discrete front entrance.

“Ah! You must all be here for the croc shoot. You’re right on time.”

“The what?” a sleek raveness asked.

A well-built hyena nudged her. “Just be patient, you’ll see,” he said.

The fox went on. “Well, it might take a minute for our star to arrive, but no harm in showing you the set! This way, please.”

“Are you like the secretary?” came a confused voice. That belonged to the tall, if somewhat awkward younger guy. There was no mistaking the lineage, walking with a gray donkey and a white mare that must have been his parents. He split their features almost evenly as a spotted mule.

“Call me Beatrix. And you’re right, that’s one of the things I do! I’ll also be the director and camera operator for tonight’s fun. Then the editor and distributor, oh, and when you need a break, the caterer! For whoever’s still standing at least, hehe.”

There was something a bit unhinged about that giggle, but nobody really seemed to notice. On they went, stepping down the hall and onto a set that had been decorated with various fronds and fake trees, along with a filled in pool. Together with a painted backdrop it looked like it was evoking a savanna watering hole. The whole setup wasn’t exactly convincing, but that was far from the point of the film they were going to make. The vixen turned back to them with a grin when they were all gathered.

“Now. You all know my name. I’ve heard some of yours, but putting them to faces is a challenge. How about we all introduce ourselves while we wait for Miss Louise? She takes her time, that one. Until she doesn’t.”

There was some glancing around. Quite a few of the couples were avoiding eye contact with each other. Being there with their partner was one thing, but having to share the experience with complete strangers was another. Eventually, the silence shattered when a big, plump bear stepped forth to make herself loudly known.

“Well, I don’t know about all y’all, but I’m excited! I’m Grace by the way, the little kitty is my hubby Cole. Say hi!”

“Hi,” the black cat meekly said, as told.

“Attaboy. Well? How about yourselves?” the bear said, jiggling in her enthusiasm.

With some awkward glancing around, the mule eventually spoke again. “Well. I’m just here with my folks, but I’m Dean. Not really sure what to expect ...”

He kept his head low, letting his messy hair hang partly over his face. His dad patted him on the back enthusiastically.

“Ah, don’t sulk son. Brought you along to get you used to new experiences. This is probably the least wild thing you’ll see during your college time! Maybe you’ll be famous there once the video goes out! Name’s Ben by the way, this is my wife Diana.” The donkey had a warm grin that mirrored his wife’s. She curtsied silently.

A rather huge boar gave a shrug when no one else spoke for a second, wrapping a meaty arm around the coyote near him. “Well, if no one else wants to go! I’m Francis. You wanna say hi, Saf?”

The canine looked up at no one in particular and offered her introduction with a small smile on her lips and shining in her eyes. “Hi. I’m Safiya. Nice to meet everyone.”

It was the raven’s turn. She had her hands on her hips and her chest puffed, but she did lick along her beak as she looked over the other participants. “Hmmf. Well. Don’t know what the hell you got me into, but I’m Ruby I guess. Big dummy here’s Kamal.”

“You’re mean when you’re turned on,” the hyena said, reaching for her, but she smacked his hands away before he could get them on her.

Beatrix was taking notes on her phone. She looked up when she was done with an even bigger grin than before.

“Perfect! What a variety, what a smorgasbord. Louise will love you. Speaking of ... say hi to your co-star, everyone!”

The crocodile’s introduction was anything but dramatic. She made no scene of herself but for that which she inherently was. She was probably used to that. There was no going anywhere as massive, lumbering, belly-dragging purple crocodile without turning a multitude of heads. The shuffling and uncertain glances from some of the others all ceased as soon as she was in the room. Slipping heavily along, she approached until her head was at chest level with most of them, almost up to the faces of a few shorter ones like Safiya and Cole. A long, slow inspection with her narrow eyes over every single one of them in turn didn’t give any hints as to what she actually thought of the day’s offerings, but for a short nod she gave when she’d scanned each one.

“Hi there,” she said. “Glad to meet you.”

“Well then!” Beatrix clapped her hands. “ I’ll be behind the camera. You go ahead and get started. Don’t worry about making it all perfect. That’s where the magic of editing comes in.”

There was a lot of awkward shuffling. No one especially wanted to be the first one to take their clothes off in front of a bunch of mostly-strangers, especially with a camera as part of the equation. No one but Grace at least, who had one good look around at everyone letting her down like that and just gave a big, bearish harumph. She didn’t bother to fuss. Instead, she just started stripping, casually at first, but she was soon twirling a bra over her head when she let a pair of hefty breasts bounce and sag a little.

“Here, hold this,” she told her husband. “And this. And this.”

The cat stood there with his arms out, gathering up so many articles of clothing that he all but vanished under the pile eventually. He set them all down carefully, smoothing them over, and then started stripping himself down too. All it took was a glance from the bear and he knew what to do. No one was really looking at him anyway. They were all staring at the huge, soft bear posing in the buff in front of them. That was good. Probably no one noticed how [i]hard[/i] he was, then. He was a small cat and his cock matched his overall size, but that didn’t make him stiffly throbbing away like that any less intense.

“You need a little help?” Francis whispered to his wife.

Anyone else probably assumed he was talking about helping get her clothes off. Saf knew her husband better than that. The big boar wrapped a meaty arm around the coyote and pushed a finger down her pants to touch her pussy through her panties. The moan she let out turned some heads. She didn’t let that stop her. Neither did Francis. He penetrated her once he tucked his finger past her panties, getting his digit all nice and slathered in her rising lust. The excitement of being there, knowing what was coming was exactly the sort of thing that had her arching her back, rolling her hips, fucking herself on her hubby’s finger like it was the best cock she’d ever taken.

That was all it took to open the floodgates. No one was watching each other, because they were busy stripping down and getting handsy with their partners. Even Ruby couldn’t help herself. She fell into the strong grip of her husband’s arms and let him strip her down. They were the first ones to start outright fucking on camera. He lifted her up, cupping his hands under her bare, feathery thighs, and penetrated her with a cock that looked just a little too big for her. Until he was balls-deep with hardly a squawk of complaint, at least. The thumping, plapping sounds made Beatrix grin. Such good raw audio.

With Grace picking up and making out with her husband, the boar and coyote still going at it, that left the hooved pair. They didn’t take long to catch up. It all left Dean standing there awkwardly, tentatively and then more thoroughly stroking his rising dick even knowing his parents could see him. They were grinding and groping each other right in front of him once they were stripped down to their shiny hides. Diana got one leg up to give her husband an angle, and he sank smoothly in the welcoming, winking embrace of her marecunt, letting them fuck on three feet, sending juices streaming down their thighs, all the way to their hooves.

The mule wasn’t alone for long. Grace gave her kitty one last big, wet kiss that left him positively dripping in more ways than one, and she set him down. He was left trembling on his paws, so horny he couldn’t help a little mewl. It was like a little reminder that he wasn’t a big cat in the slightest. Not one roar was going to come from his throat, no matter how worked up he got. He didn’t move much, cupping his hands together, excitedly watching his wife walk right over to the young, horny man standing there all alone.

“Now hold on, cutie. Don’t tell me you came all alone?”

Dean looked up at the bear poised in front of him. “Well, not exactly.”

“You mean your folks? Nah, you know what I mean. Well, you just hold on, alright? I wanna give you something special, when the moment comes.”

“Okay.”

He wasn’t sure what else to say, standing there a bit disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his treat right that very moment. Watching her carefully, he kept his eyes on her swinging hips when she made her way to the placid crocodile waiting there. Standing above Louise didn’t seem to move the reptile in the slightest. The bear chuckled a little, glanced over at the camera, then just leaned down to speak more closely.

“Now, you got a preference? Do you want me to lie my ass down, or kneel in front of you or such?”

“I can work with whatever.” The croc nodded. “Done this before?”

That made Grace and a few others laugh. She considered the enormous croc a few moments longer, and then just slowly brought herself to the ground, shuffling and shifting until she was sitting in front of the croc. She wiggled her paws in front of those fearsome jaws.

“Don’t suppose you mind if I literally dip my toes in first? I know I’m gonna love this, but I wanna see it happening, you know?”

Louise nodded again. “That’s fine.”

She slowly parted her jaws, stretching wider and wider to give everyone a good look at the distinctly slobbery blue flesh inside her maw. It stood in contrast to the rest of her, and when she angled it just right, it reflected the lights for an impressive gleam. She knew just where to put her head to show off as much of that cavern as she could. A distinct rumble slowly rose in her throat as she inched towards the bear’s offered paws. Even those who were in the middle of fucking slowed down to turn their heads to the scent, expecting the snap a little more the closer she got.

Instead, Louise curled her tongue under the bear’s paws, and simply began to nibble her way up the meaty offering before her. Grace was entirely immodest about how much she enjoyed that feeling. It was a light touch of teeth and tongue, but she was already [i]bellowing[/i] with all the might of her ursine voice. She wasn't exaggerating for the cameras either. Just getting that tongue slowly working up her lower legs had her pussy so wet she made her thighs damp, drenching herself in the excitement of something never-before-felt.

Cole stood by, slowly, firmly stroking his cock the whole time. He was careful not to speed up and finish, no matter how much he was tempted to. Biting his lip hard, he flicked his thumb at the bead of pre on the tip of his shaft, only to make even more, every time. His huffing was hardly audible over Grace’s hollering. She writhed and twisted about the more the croc crawled forth, enveloping her hefty body in all that maw. For as big as she was, the croc was so much bigger, so much hungrier, turning those thick legs into nothing more than a bulge in her scaly cheeks, and then her gullet.

The further she got up Grace’s legs, the less the bear could stand it. She felt that tongue slipping between her thighs and she simply had to roll herself over so her pussy was in a better position to press right down on that wet croc tongue. Louise got an excellent, deep taste of her once she started overtaking that big round ass. That meant opening her jaws up a little wider, squeezing down with a fraction of her bit strength, compressing that soft bear to get her tucked into that sagging gullet with ease. Getting her sopping pussy licked had Louise shaking her head, curling her fingers, clutching at her own breasts. She let out a shout that was half a deep, rumbling groan.

“Ahh, I can’t stand it! I need something to suck! Bring me the boy!”

It took Dean several seconds to realize that was his queue. His dad looked at him in the middle of sloppily fucking his mom and reached out, gesturing for him to go. Wandering, almost stumbling over, Dean eventually made his way in front of Grace. Louise had the fat bear in her jaws just right to leave her face near the mule’s dick. For as embarrassed as he was about the entire thing, his dick was still rock-hard. It was inflexibly stiff, throbbing so forcefully it looked like it was going to lift him right off his hooves every time it did. Grace reached out, waist deep in rumbling croc, and cupped his balls.

“So pent up. Lemme give you one last treat before the croc gets me!”

He wasn’t about to argue with that. Just having her touch him like that nearly floored him. He’d never felt anything like that. The bear had him completely under her control, even half swallowed. Grace had to move fast. She was getting gulped a little more every few seconds, or just naturally slipping down into that bulging throat thanks to the tug of gravity on her chubby body. She took one of the mule’s hips and tugged him closer so she could get her lips around that dick. There was no time to tease him, even if it meant he was stomping a hoof and trying not to cum on the spot when she slickly, warmly enveloped the flared tip of his cock all at once.

A wet, hot bear mouth wrapped around his shaft left him braying for the camera. He was even louder when she started sucking. Grace’s hungry lunges were desperate. She had one last chance to get a load of cum to swallow. It wasn’t going to take her long at that pace, but one good shake of Louise’s head helped work in her fat belly and squish their upper body into that gullet. Grace kept sucking. She slurped and tasted, eventually going so deep she could cup his nuts with her tongue. That was exactly what it took to eradicate his willpower and send him snorting, sweating, and shouting over the edge with a whinny and a silly squeal of a sort.

The sound of Grace gulping down all that mule cum was every bit as impressive as the steady slurk of a fleshy blue croc gullet enveloping her body. She swallowed until Louise simply had to claim her prey. She rolled her head back and made Grace pop off that dick, catching the rest of Deans’ extended cumshot in her maw. From there, she shook down the rest of that fat meal without any trouble at all, despite the size of the bear. That throat kneaded all around Grace’s curves, leaving her with a faceful of cum and plenty of croc slobber soaking her every inch, sliding deep down into a gut that sagged all the way to the ground.

When she was done swallowing, Louise lapped up the last few drips of cum from Dean’s cock with her blue tongue. She left a significant smear of croc saliva on his still-twitching dick and met him with an intense, unblinking stare. His response was to blink at her twice as much as usual, as if to make up for it. He clung onto her every word.

“You taste pretty good too.” She held that eye contact for a little longer, then just turned her head. “And who’s next?”

Dean stayed right where he was until he got playfully hip checked by his dad. The donkey was behind the mare at that point, swapping around and hardly missing a beat in the middle of their messy, noisy, rowdy, completely unashamed fucking for the camera. It caught Dean so off guard that he staggered, waving his arms out to regain his balance. After that he was just staring, looking a little dumb, and getting hard again. His dad was always so easygoing, his mom so softspoken - and there they were, practically snarling at each other, fucking like mad, slopping their juices all over each other. Diana was moaning as loud as she could, as if to test the strength of her own lungs, and Ben just kept bending her over close and close to those open, dripping croc jaws.

Louise’s maw got all the wetter the closer she got to all that fine, smooth, white mare meat. She extended her tongue, swished her tail a few times, and waited. Ben didn’t have the same patience. He gave a good, hard thrust that left Diana’s legs trembling, her pussy flexing and winking, gushing all over his cock. She was still squirting when he seized her by the mane and shoved her face down firmly on that outstretched tongue. Smothering here there for a moment muffled her moans, but it didn’t make them any less intense. Ben just kept humping, fucking his wife right off her hooves, bucking hard enough he was shoving her down that open gullet all by himself, with just a little help from Louise.

The croc slowly stepped forth, overtaking the moaning mare in her jaws. Diana was still cumming. She squirted until her hips were framed by those big teeth. That was when Ben doubled down. He took her by the base of the tail, yanked hard, and fucked her until he was in risk of getting swallowed himself. His cock was so deep inside her pussy that it was probably inside Louise’s throat as well. Only then did he huff and cum with one last wet thrust. That fat creampie was plenty audible to the rest of the audience. Beatrix grinned when she saw the audio levels spike for a moment. She was going to have to bring the sound of that huge [i]splurch[/i] of donkey cum down a little in post-production.

Ben had his head pointed towards the ceiling, his eyes shut tight, his mouth open. That expression was frozen on his face for as long as he kept draining his nuts in his lovely mare wife one last time. Louise eventually swallowed her right off his cock. He pulled her prey back, lightly squeezing with a tiny fraction of her jaw strength, nibbling ever so carefully, cradling that meat in her mouth until Ben had no choice but to cum all over the croc’s maw. He painted down that mare rump and coated the croc’s mouth alike, still cumming, jerking it out of his cock when he started to run dry. When he looked ready to trickle off, he started firing off thick ropes of spunk all over again to the sight of Louise finishing off her second meal.

The croc’s middle was already nice and round, but one long, wet [i]ULLLP[/i] was all it took to make it even heavier. She tucked the mare in with the bear and finished it with a belch right in Ben’s face. He got one last wafting huff of her familiar scent in the blast of air that hit him. Then it was a matter of the croc licking her chops and adjusting her stance to put a little less pressure on her belly. Not for her prey’s comfort, of course. More just so she was ready to spring on whoever got fed to her next.

Dean tried to get a good look at the bulge in Louise’s middle, but there was nothing distinct. Nothing to say for sure that any shape he spotted pushing against the scales from the inside was his mom, or Grace. Ben turned to him, tousled his hair, and stepped away with his dick softening slightly. It still stood up half-erect. Dean’s never relented. He was pounding with lust, spurting precum on the floor, biting his lip. For a moment, he reached towards his dick, but he stopped himself and instead shuffled off to the side to take a seat where he hoped he’d be off camera.

That cat happened to be right beside him, just as visibly flustered and turned on alike. Dean opened his mouth when he realized, ready to apologize for getting such a good blowjob from the cat’s wife before she got eaten, for stealing those last moments, but for how hard Cole seemed to be about it, there was no need. They sat there long enough that their gazes strayed downwards. The feline who made the first move, casually reaching out without waiting for the mule’s attention. Dean tilted his head back and braced himself for the pleasure, quickly adjusting to the surprise touch, blushing aside.

They sat together, slowly stroking and massaging each other’s dicks, sometimes edging, but never finishing. Their eyes weren’t on each other soon enough. They focused purely on the action in front of them. Louise waited patiently, sometimes adjusting herself to support her weight. There were still two couples due to feed her, and nobody was moving towards her yet. With her belly dragging that much, she might have looked immobile, but Dean knew better than that. Anyone she wanted in the room was hers to take, including him. Thinking about what she said, how she found his taste, that made him reach over and stop Cole for a moment. Just running those words through his head was making his dick tremble.

The crow and the hyena had been at it all over the room while everyone else was distracted. Beatrix didn’t seem to mind them knocking over or even breaking some of the background props. They were all cheaply made anyway. She zoomed in on the two of them when they came crashing by. She was clawing at his back. He bit her shoulder now and then. His pounding thrusts were all the more impactful thanks to her hugging herself to his body, arms and legs fully wrapped around him, pulling her closer for every stroke. Their mix of growls, cackles, croaks, and warbles wasn’t exactly the most conventional of porn audio, but the steady plaps of plump hyena nuts against a sleek raven pussy made up for it.

They were huffing in each other’s faces, going faster and faster, looking like they were going for a finish. Kamal pushed Ruby up against a wall, only to pull her away a second later. That would have been the perfect place to rut her full of cum, but he had a better idea. Louise saw them coming. She adjusted herself, opened wide, and let the hyena walk his wife right up to those jaws. He laid her feathery body out across that bed of blue tongue, thrusting into her the whole time. Ruby had one look around and gave a sigh, her voice coming out in croaks and gasps every time he gave her a mid-sentence thrust.

“Oh, [i]really?[/i] That’s why you bring me here, for a quick one-time thrill?” she said, folding her arms over her chest and kicking at his thigh. Yet she didn’t resist aside from some squirming when he adjusted her to line up better, pointing the back of her head at the back of Louise’s throat.

“It’s not a one-time thing. I’m going to be thinking about this a [i]long[/i] time,” Kamal said.

“Oh, well I’m [i]so[/i] happy that you’re going to be jerking off about this forever. Enjoy that.”

He most certainly was going to. Despite all her protests, she found herself slipping into deeper and deeper moans every time he plapped her, even when it meant pushing her a little closer to the open gullet waiting for her. Louise gave a gulp just to work down some of her own saliva, and that brought a sharp, sudden exclamation from the raven’s beak. She arched her back, lifted her lips, and clenched down hard on that hyena cock inside of her. The camera caught the whole thing, zooming right in to see her horny flexing, her near-orgasmic contractions that left her surrounding feathers soaking.

Kamal kept going. He rutted like a beast, fucking her so hard it looked like it ought to have hurt. Every pump sent Ruby deeper into Louise’s slowly closing jaws. The croc framed her next meal with her teeth, leaving the hyena a little less room to clutch her and pull her close. Ruby made up for it by squeezing him so hard between her shiny thighs that the hyena flinched for a moment. He didn’t let that throw off his rhythm much. Instead of clutching his wife by the hips, he planted his palms on the uncaring crocodile’s head as if to facefuck her, pounding that warm meal right into her gullet.

The embrace of peristalsis silenced some of the sounds coming out of Ruby’s beak, but it couldn’t stifle the [i]scream[/i]. She offered no modest advice about how it felt to get swallowed whole, even a little. Entering the croc’s throat was what made her legs stiffen and quiver, and her cunt erupt in an offering of juices to soak her husband’s fur from crotch to thighs one last time. He doubled over, bracing himself carefully atop the purple scales beneath him, humping until he was cumming his wife right down the croc’s throat. Louise took her offering in smooth, rolling gulps that rang out through the room, sending a shudder of pleasure through her prey and her feeder alike.

Ruby didn’t let go of Kamal’s hips until she was almost entirely swallowed. She pulled him into Louise right along with her, as if she was going to make him join her. The hyena braced himself, paws slipping on the floor, arched forward while he spurted. He was bigger and stronger than her, but she had such a clamp on him that it was up to her when she let go. Only when his cock slopped out of her and he jizzed on her vanishing belly did she release him. He staggered back, cumming in every direction at once, splashing spunk on the floor, cackling his feelings out while he painted the unflinching croc’s scales.

Louise displayed her meal to him and everyone else for a few last moments. The camera got a good shot of the raven’s lower half, all covered in hyena cum, pussy overflowing and still twitching, squeezing out even more of that cream with her last orgasmic clenches. Once everyone had a good look, Louise slapped her tongue under the bird’s feet and shoved them in her throat along with the rest of her meal. The sleek and delicate body of the raveness was nothing more than a lump travelling down her gullet, sagging and stretching those throat scales until she got heavier and fatter, belly wobbling with another addition.

Even after a belch that looked to nearly knock the hyena off his feet, her stomach was sticking out the sides of her body, a great pillow beneath her, squishing around her short legs. She took to licking her chops and swaying her great tail, gut shaking with the motion. It was gurgling hard, loudly groaning as if in discomfort, but Louise gave nothing but a pleasured hiss. She clacked her teeth a few times, nodded her head in satisfaction, then began glancing around at everyone left. Even if it wasn’t the theme of the night, she scanned over each husband in turn, just to make sure they knew how tasty they looked, but her attention eventually settled on the coyote who giggled nervously at first glance.

That laugh was a little shaky thanks to the big boar’s finger stuck right inside of her. He’d been warming her up the whole time, ensuring she was absolutely drenched. Louise waited where she was, and Francis leaned down to whisper to his much smaller wife.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, of course.”

“No, I want to!” she whisper-shouted. “Just getting ready.”

The boar grinned. “You want me to carry you?”

“I want you to do more than that.”

There she went giggling again. Francis slowly pulled his finger out of her with a succulent pop and licked it off. Then he stole her top. It was better to pull it all off at once for how much she was squirming. Her skirt was easy to get at too when she was busy covering up her partly exposed breasts. Panties, bra, everything was his to keep. He tucked her undergarments into one of his pockets for later when he’d left that lean coyote completely naked. Everyone got a good look of just how wet she was, putting out more and more with every flex of her pussy. Beatrix made sure to get a good close shot of all that dripping canine lust.

Before she did anything else, Safiya turned to her husband and stood up on her toes to whisper something that even the camera couldn’t catch. An amused snort and a nod was all he gave for an answer. Nobody had to wonder about their little conspiracy for long. He reached for her, picked her up, and bent her over all in one more or less smooth motion. With one hand wrapped around her waist, he got his dick out and plapped it between her thighs, glazing across her absolutely gushing cunt until his shaft was coated in her juices. Yet for as tempting as it was to stuff her and flood her, he took his lubed cock and pushed it between her cheeks instead.

Beatrix was sure to capture the expression on the coyote’s face when such got her ass stretched and filled with all that boar dick. He pushed in until she was wiggling and whimpering for him, but he knew exactly what she could take. Her pussy was quivering like mad even without anyone touching it. She made sure to spread her legs extra wide and give everyone a good look her of sex when the boar walk-fucked her towards Louise. Every step was another thrust in her ass, and another yipping, groaning cry from the coyote wiggling on the boar’s dick.

“Unnh .. it’s ... I wanted to ... leave some room for your tongue ...” she told the croc when she got close.

“I appreciate that. I’m sure you’ll be delicious after all the marinating. But you would have been either way, of course” Louise was always grinning in a way, but she made it more prominent for a moment. “When you’re ready.”

It was Francis who was the hesitant one at that point, but only because he was enjoying that tight ass so much. He couldn’t help give a few more pumps into Safiya before he started lowering her down, nearly losing his grip on her with his thrusting. The coyote meanwhile was reaching out, nearly scrambling to get into those jaws. She stretched her arms out until she could push them into Louise’s widening jaws herself. Helping as much as she could to lay herself onto the comfortable cushion of tongue that slipped so smoothly between her legs. Even if she was the smallest meal so far, the croc didn’t just snap her up like she could have.

Everyone seemed content to take their time but for the prey herself. She kept wriggling towards that gullet even before Louise had fully opened up her maw. There was no need for a show. She’d seen everything those jaws could do. Well, everything she needed to know at least. The croc hadn’t even started swallowing, and there was already a pair of hands feeling around inside her throat. She didn’t mind. The coyote was a quivering mess, sending those yips down into the cavern below, where her Louise’s previous meals churned away, and that meant all the more flavour for the croc to sample on the way down.

A good, sloppy tasting got those legs kicking. Louise made the coyote shriek her weirdest noises into the fat gullet that awaited her. She got a good taste of the boar’s sweaty nuts in the process, teasing that swinging set while he continued to pound away. He was almost holding his wife back, possessively squeezing her hips, kneading her ass with his thumbs, plunging between those cheeks. The first real tug by the hungry croc changed that. He squeezed Safiya as if she needed to be comforted through the shuddering, writing, screaming orgasm building up in her body, then loosened his grip to give her over to that pulsing croc throat.

He was still going to fuck her, though. For as long as he could. Arching his back and putting his hands behind his head, he struck quite a pose for the camera, finishing himself off in his wriggling, half-swallowed wife’s ass. Beatrix focused on him briefly to give him his moment, but the lens was mostly on the big moment. A pair of legs and a cushy rump slowly vanishing between the croc’s teeth never failed to please Louise’s fans. They probably could have watched it a thousand times. Each one was unique, after all. Francis pumped the coyote until he was nearly sitting on Louise’s outstretched tongue, pants fallen to around his hooves, snorting, grunting, and finally giving a great big yell when he finally hit a peak. Emptying his fat, productive nuts in Safiya meant eventually sending her off with a stream of cum painting her creamed ass and thighs. He made the slide down Louise's throat extra slippery, listening to the fading cries of a coyote absolutely cumming her brains out on the way down.

Glossing her gushing cunt along the crest of the croc’s tongue, Safiya kept on juicing herself stupid even when Francis wasn’t fucking her anymore. The long glide into the darkness kept her trembling with pleasure so much that even the bulge in Louise’s gullet was wobbling about with her motions. She had such vigour in her in those last moments touching outside air, but the shape of her body vanished into the bulk of the crocodile devouring her once she went in far enough. Slurped away into the blue, and then snugly tucked in under all the purple and white, she was impossible to distinguish from anyone else Louise had already eaten. She was part of the digesting meat in the croc’s stomach, and that was where she was going to stay until she was all used up. Whether the best orgasm of her life was worth it really wasn’t the question of the moment.

Louise opened and shut her jaws a few times, the equivalent of smacking her lips. The boar was still cumming. His orgasm went on and on, and he wasn’t spurting out small shots either. He splattered the croc a couple times before stepping back, but not before she belched on him. She braced herself for that one. Raising her chest up high, swallowing some air and spit, then opening her mouth wide to project that forceful sound all over him and spatter him in spit that probably held a little bit of his wife’s familiar flavour, she gave him her finest [i]BRURRRRRRRP[/i] and held it like an opera singer until all that excess air was squeezed out of her. The scent of digesting wives, slowly simmering away in her stomach acids, was exactly what kept him cumming all the way across the room, until he was right back against a wall, slumping down, huffing, biting his lip, sweating, gushing all over himself until his shirt was nearly translucent on his big boar body.

“Now,” Louise began, shifting from side to side, adjusting the collective bulge of all her prey getting squished flat beneath her. “It looks like you’re all out of wives. How does that feel?”

She looked the men over, eyeing up their universally stiff cocks. It was hard to say who was the most excited among them. Nobody had a good response for that, though. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing they put into words. Maybe that display of sheer arousal was answer enough.

“Mmhmm. Well, it’s getting pretty tight in there, but I think I have room for one more. Not exactly on theme anymore, but I’m sure we can think of a reason once we’re chopping it all up, hm Bea?”

The fox gave a thumbs up from behind the camera.

“Exactly. So.” Louise didn’t need to say anything more. She stepped forward just a little, dragging her gut, and opened up.

It was the same blue maw as before, just as broad, just as glistening, lined with all the same powerful teeth. Yet it was something more to all those men who had walked into that mostly certain they were off the menu. Eyes naturally wandered to look at Cole, the smallest of them. He would have fit in there well with all the ladies. It would have been a quick, easy gulp and he knew it, by the way he was spitting pre on himself. He [i]still[/i] hadn’t managed to cum. Maybe sliding into her throat was exactly what he needed. He was staring, curling his toes, twitching his tail, but a nice loud slap on the shoulder from Ben to his son interrupted that gradual hypnosis.

That got Dean’s attention. He looked at his dad with a slightly offended expression, but only because it had broken his concentration. The older donkey was wearing a big grin.

“How set on college are you, anyway?”

“Huh?” The mule shrugged. “I dunno. I’m just going because you told me it’s a good idea.”

“I mean. Your mom and I worked hard to save up for you, you know. Might be nice to take a big vacation instead.”

Dean narrowed his eyes a moment, trying to parse out what he was being told. Or maybe he’d already figured it out, but wanted to make sure. He glanced over at Louise again. She still had her maw on full offer, and she didn’t bother to move, like a carnivorous plant. She knew her prey would come to her. His dick twitched. Of course his dad saw that. He patted the mule on the shoulder and gestured with his head.

“Here. Come on. Bet I can still lift you.”

Before the mule could think about it any further, the donkey reached out, scooped up the smaller guy, and began hefting him along in a bridal carry of sorts to where Louise so patiently waited. This one wasn’t getting fucked in. Donkey and mule alike were stiff to the point of aching, but that was a bit much for the both of them, especially with a camera on them. Instead, Ben held the mule in his arms out in front of Louise as if baiting her, letting Dean hover there, faintly kicking his hooves, dripping on himself.

Louise slowly closed her jaws and approached, nudging at the mule with her snout. A sniff, and then a lick over his chest left him shuddering and coated in saliva. She hissed her satisfaction at such an offering.

“Was hoping you were still thinking about me. I was still thinking about that taste you gave me earlier.”

The camera picked up a little red in Dean’s cheeks. That could be enhanced in post to be even more obvious. All her feasting, all the fucking and cumming in her mouth, and his flavour was the memorable one? Maybe she was flattering him. He wasn’t any less horny about it. She rumbled a little more each moment, meeting his eyes. He could hardly maintain that stare, especially when she never blinked. They were right where they were before, except this time he had his dad pushing him forward, encouraging him on. Louise took her time even more than usual opening up wider, wider, wider still for him to gaze into.

Dean didn’t recoil, even the croc’s full gape was on display before him. He remained right where he was, supported, held by the slowly buckling donkey. Eventually, he leaned his head in just a little. That was all it took. Louise decided to have a little fun with him, in particular. Or maybe instinct took over - though not so much that she wasn’t careful. As soon as he was in range, she lunged forward with a huge bellow and [i]SNAPPED[/i] her jaws shut around his shoulders, pressing his face down firmly to her tongue, sealing him inside that slobbery cavern without actually doing any damage to his body.

It was an impressive feat of control to hit the brakes like that. For the camera, it looked every bit as violent as a real croc bite, but her teeth barely grazed him. From there, she used that grip to wrench her meal from his father’s hands, tossing her head back for a great flail of hooves and tail. She kept her mouth pointed at the ceiling so she could make a demonstration of just how quickly she could get some meat in her belly when she really wanted it there. Rumbling and gobbling, she sent him surging into her sagging throat so fast he barely got a chance to moan. He definitely came for her though, especially when his dick was gliding up the middle crest of her tongue.

Hosing himself down in spunk, he disappeared into her gullet, painting his way down. His distant brays were nothing compared to the hungry rumble of Louise’s throat and belly alike. The wet [i]slurk[/i] of a handsome young man getting swallowed whole went along with it all, until his hooves vanished into that croc’s belly so swiftly that Ben got splattered in all the spit she produced. He moved back, but only a step. Instead, he stood there, rubbing his fat horsecock, making a whole dripping mess of himself until there was a stream of precum running down both of his thighs. He grunted out one last call to his son, through clenched teeth.

“Say hi to your mom for me!”

Dean definitely didn’t hear him over the constant [i]glorp[/i] of active digestion. That belly wobbled a little more when the mule hit the bottom, settling in with all the other meat. Under the armour of those scales, it was impossible to say who was who, and who was still moving. It really didn’t matter. Everything was going to end up the same once Louise’s belly was done adding them to her ample fat stores. This time, rather than belch in someone’s face, she simply spoke.

“Say hi yourself,” Louise said once that boy was totally gone. “I could use something to wash all that meat down. Everyone’s welcome to contribute, if they like. I won’t bite.”

Nobody moved immediately, yet again. It had become the theme of the night. Someone had to take initiative, but no one expected it to be Cole. The cat glanced around, shrugged his shoulders, and then began swishing over. His gait was a touch imbalanced given how worked up he was. His throbs were throwing him right off pace. Yet there he was, poised in front of the jaws that had made so many vanish, without any apparent fear. The trembling was just his own arousal. If the rest of the guys wanted to cum in the croc’s mouth with him, they were going to have to move fast. He was already stroking, already leaking, dripping onto Louise’s outstretched tongue.

Up got the boar, the hyena, the donkey. Three big dicks were soon there alongside Cole’s own. The cat didn’t pay them any mind. His focus was purely on the gaping jaws of the crocodile. He knew well how easily she could have leaned in and snapped him up in a single bite. She might have been full, but surely she could make room. Instead, he thought about all those lovely ladies and one handsome young man digesting inside of her, and his stroking just got faster and faster. So did everyone else’s.

It was hard to say whether they were thinking about Louise’s prey or just admiring the glistening confines of her mouth. They were all grunting, gasping, sometimes almost seeming to flinch, as if they didn’t know they could pleasure themselves that well. The boar went off first. It was hard to say if he’d ever really stopped. Ever since cumming the first time, he’d been spurting at least some watery shots all through the minutes that passed. This offer was much thicker. A heavy splat of boar jizz on Louise’s tongue prompted plenty more flavours to follow.

The donkey was every bit as productive as expected. The hyena had plenty to give. Even the cat, after all that buildup, all that anticipation and edging, watching everything that was happening, he could really make a mess. Louise barely moved, but for the occasional slip of her tongue to lap up any of that spunk that was spilling from her expansive mouth. Some of it splashed to the floor, or blew back over the four men jerking off into her maw, but for the most part she managed to gather it all up for one great big gulp once all four cocks were finally finished offering all the hot cream she could drink.

Cole fell back and ended up caught by the boar before he could tumble right to the ground. He’d given it his all. The rest of them came to a trickling, panting finish, dripping and softening, panting heavily. Louise gave one last swallow after licking over her teeth, catching every bit of flavour, and sent it all down to join the meat in her belly. In a way at least, they were all cumming on their digesting wives, offering one last tribute before they were croc fat. She belched again, this time more of a natural thing than a big, showy exclamation.

“Mmmm. Thank you, boys. The ol’ gut will take it from here. I’ll need a few hours. Preferably under some good heat lamps. You’re welcome to stick around if you want to see the results. No harm done if you’d rather not, I understand that.” She chuckled.

There was a shuffle, but no one was rushing to take off just yet. Beatrix stopped filming so she could fetch the lamps. It was best for Louise if she didn’t have to drag her meal around when she was that heavy. Nothing but the best for her star. The rest of the cast were free to pass the time as they liked. Louise wasn’t fully asleep, and her eyes were still open as ever, but she didn’t bother to move. A content rumble when she felt the heat was the best she gave. Some of the men sat about, just watching her. Ben moved to retrieve his clothes, only to glance back and reconsider whether he was ready to go just yet. It didn’t take long until the four of them were fooling around a little.

It was just an experimental touch at first, a little grope to the boar’s still-twitching cock from the cat. He pulled back as soon as he made contact, softly blurting an apology.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to ...”

Francis smiled down at the pretty feline and gave a little nod.

“Oh yeah? Go ahead. I don’t mind at all. You like ‘em big, huh? Helluva lady you brought here today. Almost a - eh, nah, not a shame at all.”

“It’s okay if I keep going? Just a little.”

“Or a lot, if that’s what you want,” the boar said with a hearty chuckle. “Drained the tanks a couple times already, but always like a pair of soft hands on it.”

A few more strokes eventually became a slow, sleek rub, milking out some more juices from the big pig’s extended orgasm - or maybe working towards another one. Cole was just happy to get his fingers wet. He leaned in close and closer, breathing the huge guy’s scent, licking his lips, purring to himself. It just came naturally to start sucking on it a little when he lingered near for long enough. Now and then he still glanced back towards the crocodile. Not quite checking on her - he was more just admiring the shape of her gurgling gut, using that as fuel to keep him sucking off the boar all the more enthusiastically.

The other guys weren't quite so subtle about it. They started off with something like a wrestling match combined with a dick-measuring contest. The hyena had the advantage on the first one, but the donkey won the second. That left them grappling and frotting, humping each other without a word of introduction. They both knew what their bodies wanted them to do. No matter how drained they might have been, they still had something to give each other.

It was idle pleasure, especially once everyone started getting sleepy. The filming was late at night after all, and they were grown men with regular jobs outside of that hardcore no-takebacks pornography. Everyone got one more good cumshot before they went, whether it was the boar bottoming out between the cat’s lips, or the other two jizzing all over each other without even needing any sort of penetration. Even the cat himself managed to get one more modest shot, cumming on the big boar’s thigh while he sucked and swallowed a heavy load. With his belly full, he laid his head down on Francis’ lap and purred for a while. Beatrix swung by with pillows and cushions for those who really weren’t in any mood to move to somewhere more comfortable, which was all of them in the end, and departed to start picking through the footage all night.

Of course, she couldn’t finish the film just yet. There were still two more important scenes to capture. Louise remained where she was, contentedly churning away at her meals, little by little. The camera was running again, this time focused entirely on her, capturing a lengthy time-lapse shot of her slowly shrinking belly. Speed that up, add some sound effects, maybe some visual indicators of the prey’s status that she entirely made up, and Beatrix had a hit on her hands. Watching it live, it was so gradual that progress was impossible to really notice, but the croc was softening and destroying all those lovely wives right along with someone’s son, melting them down, siphoning them away, adding them to her fat.

She was extra pudgy by the time the husbands woke up again, jiggling all the more with her slow breaths. That gut had shrunk down and largely flattened over in the span of one evening. Everyone was all used up, from the big bear down to the small coyote. Nobody had really spoken about it, but everyone knew why they were still there. Louise was patient. She was still under the lamps, basking, looking almost as if she was hibernating, but when everyone was up and about, she offered them a grin.

“There you are. Started to wonder if I ought to wake you up myself. Maybe snap one of you up, that probably would have done it.” She laughed, without giving any real sign of whether she was joking or not. “If you’d like to see what I’ve made of everyone, right this way. I prefer not to take a dump on Bea’s sets.”

They watched her as she rose up just a little higher, turning her thick tail to depart, dragging her fattened belly as she went. That extra squish, all covered in underbelly scales, made for a soft scratch against the floor as she went. The croc was extra fat after last night’s feast, but she could drop a little weight when she found a spot to relieve herself. That place was a back room, almost like a shower, looking like a place that could be easily hosed down when she was done. Beatrix was right behind them with the camera before long.

“One sec, if you can manage,” she said.

“No rush. They went through smoothly.” Louise offered a smile to each husband in turn.

The fox tinkered with the camera until she could settle in and give a thumbs up. “Okay. Ready!”

Louise slowly turned. She lifted her thick tail for her audience, live and watching later alike. There was nothing more ceremonious about it, though. She was just taking a fat shit. Wiggling her hindquarters into place, she began to smoothly squeeze out the ample, solid remnants of everyone she’d digested over the course of a good night’s sleep. Dumping out the thick, lightly bone-flecked mess that used to be so many different people, she offered few to no hints of who each individual piece used to be. It was all of them.

Their tarnished wedding rings were in there somewhere, along with more organic memoirs of who they’d been pre-digestion. There were hairs, tufts of faintly familiar but ruined fur, a hoof, a feather, even a few teeth, there were little bits of bones stuck deeply in the growing pile of crocodile shit stacking up behind her, but that was the most they were going to get for a hint. Just enough to know everyone they gave her was [i]gone[/i]. Used and dumped off to feed her appetite and to steam on the camera for everyone to see.

She moved forward to give herself more room when the pile got too big. Some softer pieces pushed out of her faster than before, followed by the more solid chunks that were especially thick. That must have been where most of the pulverized bones ended up. Still, she didn’t so much as strain. She’d dumped out dozens of people before. There was video evidence of that. This was just another especially heavy dump, one she left steaming in the corner of the room, stepping away with a shack of her body that left her belly jiggling once she was finally done.

After watching her take a huge, post-meal shit for so long, the men were still staring. Beatrix was quick to pick up on that. She subtly turned the camera their way so they didn’t know they were being filmed at the moment and offered a little sweetener to their deal.

“One more money shot for me? It’s worth a little extra ...” the fox said.

“That’s pretty nasty,” Ben said.

“Filthy, really.” Kamal nodded, then just shrugged.

“And we don’t care, amirite boys?” The boar threw his arms around them all.

Cole looked up at them all and nodded slowly. “I’m really hard ...”

They all were, and they knew it. They moved as a group. Gathering around that twin mound, that double peak that used to be their four wives and one son, they got their dicks out. At first they jerked themselves off, but they were generous enough to share hands as they went. Swapping grips, stroking, rubbing, eventually moaning, they sped up and slowed down whenever one of them got too close or fell behind. Beatrix wanted her perfect shot and she was going to [i]get[/i] it. The four of them finished all at once without needing a word of coordination, pointing their cumshots right at the piles in front of them.

Fat ropes of collection jizz painted down the steaming mountains. It was the dirtiest tribute of all, and with the croc watching them the entire time. That was definitely an actual grin on her face, not just the usual crocodile smile. She didn’t say anything to interrupt them. Watching four guys moaning over a pile of her shit that used to be those they knew and loved amused her, if nothing else. She wasn’t about to ruin Beatrix’s shot either. The fox continued rolling right until they had all trickled to a close, but for the boar who was still leaking a little. She held out her arms in triumph, still looking through the camera.

“Annnnnnd cut! Perfect! You four are going to be stars. In the right places.”

Exchanging glances, they had to wonder if that was exactly what they wanted out of all that. They were going to get paid for their time and for the gifts they brought to the star, but that had hardly been the point. Even watching the film was hardly necessary. Those memories weren’t about to burn out anytime soon. They were going to be thinking about what they’d seen for a good, long time. Louise was just doing what came naturally to her, and it was going to have so many people cumming about it, over and over, just because she was so damn good at it.