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Anna had landed a big one. Relying on a mysterious, obtuse dating service to bring in victims - or test subjects, of course - was exactly the kind of thing that enabled people like her. The whole thing was anonymous to the extent that it even gave her the creeps, with that faceless, nameless entity that may or may not have been a living thing controlling the whole thing. But it left her with a most unusual offering to her occasional mentor’s scientific studies in the form of that great big dragon-cat peacefully snoozing, strapped to an examination table, oblivious to the learning that was to come. An absolute wall of a solid, heavy-set man, Murph was the sort of physical specimen that deserved studying. He was much bigger than Anna, for certain. The pig wouldn’t have stood a chance in a direct confrontation with someone like him. Thankfully, he was polite enough he didn’t notice her suspicious shuffling around before she drugged him. Getting him back to the rat’s lab was an effort that left her sweating, but at least she’d impressed the doctor herself. Victoria watched from behind glass, giving a light nod, green eyes illuminating the sealed chamber. Her unmasked state meant she had to ensure there was an airtight seal between her and her subject, lest what lurked within her influence the test results. The drugs were due to wear off at any moment. Right on time, the dragoncat blinked awake with a little huff, then gave a great big yawn that showed off all his fangs, from the sabres to the usual teeth. He didn’t seem to have realized the situation he was in. Or maybe he was just still too drugged to care. A few idle tugs at his bindings didn’t get him anywhere, but that didn’t seem to bother him much. He smacked his lips and turned his eyes to his date-turned-captor. “Mm. Nice little nap. Now where were we? Something about taking me somewhere special.” He took a slow, calm look around at the rather uninviting surroundings, with the blinking monitoring devices and unidentified medical equipment framed by flat, dull metal walls. “As far as places for first dates go, I’ll admit the decor is a bit drab.” The pig was right in her element, even if she didn’t get to wear one of her masks for this particular bit of fun. She trusted in those straps as she approached the mountain of a man, rubbing her hands together, grinning more and more broadly. “I think it’s time I reintroduced myself ...” she began. She’d been working on her introductions. “Oh, I know who you really are, Anna. Or - ah, damn, what was it you go by behind the mask? Quite the skilled killer you are, really. I wouldn’t have suspected you at all if I didn’t look within. And I will admit, I am in quite a predicament. Even I couldn’t break out of this one on my own. You’ll just have to help me.” That gave the pig pause. She stopped where she was, frowning at him as he blinked, then blinked again - but differently. That was something she’d never noticed when they first met. She’d been busy blushing and acting like a shy piggy, but she would have noticed something as prominent as a third eye. There was something about it that was immediately fascinating just to look at. What was she doing again? She couldn’t so much as think of her next word the longer she stood examining that sideways gaze coming from the massive hybrid on the table before her. Even when Murph blinked with his other two eyes, the third remained open, and fixated upon the deadly pig. Only when some voice deep within her reminded her how unnatural it was to stop there did she snap out of it, shaking her head. She could still see that eye in her mind even when she wasn’t looking at it, could feel its gaze upon her as she moved close. “Help you? That’s cute. Guess this is the part where you tell me it’s not too late to change my mind, but the truth is, already got you dosed up on rat while you were asleep. No sense giving you a chance to escape before the fun starts.” Her light blue eyes had a coldness to them at the best of times, but they were especially grim as her glee rose - only to fall again when the hybrid remained unmoved by the revelation. “Oh, is that what that is? I’ll admit, it’s got me feeling a little flustered. Just so happens you’re my type, too. Maybe you’d like to see what I can do? Just need to give me a little hand here.” His gaze intensified. Anna didn’t know how she knew, but she felt it all over her, as if he was feeling her up with merely a look. She found her cheeks reddening, her heart quickening, her sweat just a little thicker on her skin. Her dick twitched, too. She wanted to look, so very badly. A brief glance towards Victoria behind the glass was almost apologetic. But surely the scientist understood the urge to investigate some unforeseen results. She simply had to see. It felt less like a mistake, and more just like she understood. Oh. Of course. Murph wasn’t the kind of guy she wanted to have strapped down. He was going to break out of there one way or another, powerful man that he was. It was best to stay on his good side. And of course, she was curious, so very curious what he had in mind. He was already filling out, his stripped-naked form showing off his prominent package. The home-brewed concoction in his veins - ostensibly a contagious plague, but Vicky always had a flair for the dramatic - had many possible effects depending on the recipient, but a raging libido was almost universal. And Anna didn’t have to look at the hybrid’s thick cock swelling to know he wanted her. His flirty smirk said enough. Anna simply had to know. She was swift to start unfastening those straps, only to find they were already much looser than they appeared. Clever cat that he was, Murph had already slipped out of them at some point when she caught up in her theatrics. She found herself making eye contact with him, receiving that knowing gaze in return. The point wasn’t getting himself free. It was just to see if she would do it or not, and she’d been such an obedient assistant in the matter. Just not to the usual mentor. Victoria tapped on a microphone, clearing her throat to voice her objections to the experiment’s deviation, but Murph just raised a hand as he sat up from the table. “Don’t worry about a thing, doc. Just think of it as an unexpected result. Lots to learn today, I reckon.” He offered her his warmest smile, and she found herself nodding along to his words, admittedly staring at the huge, solid wall of muscle and weight standing in her test chamber. He made a good point. Turning his attention back to the hesitant pig, he scanned her up and down, the gaze of his third eye subtly intensifying even as his voice remained soft. “Now, see, I love the dress and all. Clever little disguise, looking as pretty as you do. Suppose it’s just how cute you are that helps with that. Feels like it’s been a while since anyone told you that. How’s about you get yourself down to the skin and turn around for me so I can have a better look at everything?” Such a blush Anna gave. She had to clutch her cheeks just to keep from burning away on the spot. Her entire stance changed, from looming to slowly swaying, just happy to be admired. It wasn’t her usual sort of outfit, so she was happy to get out of it, especially with a big man giving her such a lusty look. Murph bit his lip once he got a good look at the pig’s bare, sweat-sheened form. Especially once those fat nuts dropped free, bouncing with her slightest movement as she turned as commanded, just to show off a little. “Got the poor girl all pent up, doc. Isn’t she due for a good milking by now? C’mere, piggy.” Anna didn’t even fuss about being called that. It sounded right coming out of his mouth. She didn’t hesitate anymore. Instead, she climbed right up into his lap when he patted his thighs, straddling him until she could press her own cock against his. It wasn’t far off in a size comparison once she started filling out. Dwelling in his unusual warmth, in his working man scent had her stiff in record time. It helped that she was definitely getting a bit of a contact high just breathing his breath, while that highly contagious experiment worked through him, airborne as it was. “That’s it. Now let’s get you all filled up. See if this stuff you gave me is any good. Don’t worry, we’ll be doing plenty of science today. Just in my way.” That was directed to them both. Victoria backed up from the glass to begin changing some things on her various dials and switches. A new kind of experiment was commencing. It involved leaning in to smooch the pretty pig right on the lips, lightly prodding her with his fangs in the process. Murph took two big handfuls of her plump, shapely rump and squeezed hard. It almost made her squeal, but instead she just moaned a little into his mouth, taking his tongue when he offered. They made out while he massaged her fine ass for a while. Only when she was squirming for him, grinding up against his shaft, dripping a heavy dose of precum did he lift her up a little higher. She wasn’t exactly light, but those solid arms supported her weight like she was nothing. It was enough to make her blush all over again - at least until she was snorting and huffing her way through the process of getting a juicy cock pushed up between her cheeks and beneath her curly tail. Murph slipped along the back of her heavy nuts on his way to his target, already putting out a steady amount of juices himself. Even for him, it was excessive. Maybe that was some good stuff they injected him with after all. He nudged, he rubbed, he took to grinding on her, and Anna was nothing but blushes and happy little grunts the whole time. At first, she could barely look at him. Then she could look at little else. He was just such a welcoming face, such a warm, soft dragoncat that she just kept staring. The extra eye might have been strange in other circumstances, but it was just a consistent reminder that he knew what was best for her. That much was proven true when he sank deep inside of her and pressed all her buttons in all the right ways. She was already making a mess of his chest and belly, spurting out some thin but heavy juices with each throb of her own shaft. He was generous enough to give that a good stroke with a free hand. The other remained firmly grasping that round, fuckable ass. Deeper and deeper he went without a complaint from his supposed captor. He kneaded her and rubbed against her button, sometimes smooching her, sometimes just licking the sweat off her face and neck. Anna wasn’t afraid to make her piggy noises anymore, either. She squealed for him, at least a little, while he bounced her in his lap and sheathed his cock inside her until she felt his balls tap her cheeks. From a tap there came a thud, and then eventually a slap as he worked her up and down a little faster, a little harder, building up momentum until he was unstoppable. It didn’t take him long until he was pulling her up and down like a sleeve, continuing to have no problem with her heft in slightest. He joined her in grunting, just to make it clear how good she felt all wrapped around his cock. Puffing steam in her face, leaving her sweating all the more, he bounced her until he hit that spot just right, squeezed her dick just the way it needed to be squeezed, and made that pig cum all over him. Murph didn’t mind the mess in the slightest. Milking her as much as he could, he left her balls clenching all through her extended orgasm, getting splattered, fucking her hard the whole time. Working himself up to join her while she squeezed on him was simple. He just had to grind where it felt best, and his balls gave a heavy pump, churn, and milked out even more spunk than usual right into the belly of that groaning pig on his dick. Holding her tight while he filled her up, huffing, nodding, he made sure to give her an especially penetrating look. “Mmmm. Now that’s a good pig. Love ‘em solid like you. Good for a pounding, and more.” He leaned in closer, drawing his tongue along his fangs, third eye ever open. “Bet you’re mighty filling, too. Think it’s about time I introduced you to the dragon in me.” Simmering in an orgasm that simply wouldn’t stop, still cumming on the hybrid looming near her face, Anna couldn’t do anything but agree. She slipped in a little whimper amidst the pig sounds, just thinking about what he was offering. He didn’t dance around it. His belly was getting warmer and warmer, emanating outwards, boiling up extra hot with his inner dragonfire. His breath wasn’t just steam anymore, either. Puffs of white smoke left his open mouth, drawing her deeper and deeper, until she found herself putting her head right into his jaws. Everything after that just came naturally to him. He scooped her up and began to scarf her down, homphing smoothly over her face and engulfing her before she could say anything else about it. She didn’t give so much as a word of complaint. It didn’t matter how sloppy his tongue was working all over her, how deeply he gulped all her flavour down before he even started swallowing her. His gullet just felt right all wrapped around her. Even freed of his gaze, she could still feel it upon her, reminding her of where she belonged with every single deep, wet ulllp she heard and felt resonating all around her in just the right way. She was a big pig, but he was bigger, and he was hungrier. He made a snack of her, framing her between his sabres, gobbling at her hefty frame. She squished nicely between his lips and down his throat despite her size. There was nothing gentle about the way he was devouring her, stuffing her down with his hands on her ass, overtaking her cum-filled belly. She was still shooting the whole time, eventually giving him more to gulp when he took her cock in his mouth and swallowed that along with the rest of her. A little cat-tongued lick to her pumping balls on the way in was almost cruel, just keeping her going like that, all the way down.[a] Pulling her off his dick made for all the more mess, cum pouring rivers down his body while he overtook her thoroughly spanked ass with his jaws. For all the meat she was, she wasn’t even that big of a bulge in his gut by the time he gulped her down. Getting past her hips meant the rest was simply and smooth, all the way to her wiggling hooves. He tipped his head straight back and finished her off, closing all three eyes, letting the tether break just a little bit. There was no need to remind her where she belonged anymore. She’d been taught. It wasn’t just a matter of hypnosis anyway. Settling down in the stomach of that big, powerful man, still cumming, still squirming, Anna couldn’t do anything but snort in pleasure no matter how grim it might have looked. That changed just a little when the heat began to rise. Murph’s gut wasn’t exactly normal. He didn’t douse her in acids so much as he simply warmed her right up. Perpetually sweaty as she was, Anna found herself increasingly subdued by the heat, slumping down, dizzy, dazed. He stopped short of scorching her, instead keeping her slow-cooking while the juices started to flow at last, gurgling her up little by little while he rubbed himself in front of the doctor behind the glass. “Ahh. That’s better. Still feeling overly stiff though. This stuff just doesn’t let up, does it?” Well, I’ll tell you what, doc.” He offered her a smile, even as the smoke slowly began to grow thicker, billowing from his mouth and nose with every hot gurgle of the meat inside him. “I’ll just wait here and enjoy myself with your assistant until you’re ready to join me. Figure someone of your scientific curiosity might want to get hands on all this.” He was churning Anna down with every syllable, keeping it soft, keeping her subdued and submissive all throughout the process. Anytime things got a bit too hot, he cooled himself down just enough to keep her something resembling comfortable. It wasn’t the most pleasant process, but she was caught up in his aura well enough that she simply had to keep going, keep stroking herself even as her body slowly turned soft and melted down into a puddle of herself to join with all the cum around her. The scent of roast pig was filling the room before long, but she never screamed, only groaned or gasped now and then throughout the slow boil. Murph kept one hand on her shrinking form and one hand on his cock the entire time. He wasn’t stroking to get off, but rather just to keep the pressure up while he melted that piggy down into dragoncat fat, rumble by rumble. A little purring was hard to help when he felt that good. It came from both sides of him, rattling his surroundings, including that window separating him from the green-eyed rat. Victoria watched him digesting her loyal assistant with a most curious expression indeed. She didn’t even need to look into his eyes to know that walking in there simply made sense. The wafting scent of well-done roast was apparent as soon as she broke the seal. Anna was maybe a little overdone by then, for how she was falling apart, falling to twitching squirms as things went on. His gut was already squeezing inwards, crushing what remained of her silhouette with the muscle beneath that pudge, but she was still going for a few gurgles more. The smoke was clouding the room, yet it never choked either of its inhabitants. Victoria tipped her head at the sight of him. “Ahh. Such unique properties to your stomach. A direct result of your hybrid nature, or does the feline side factor into it at all?” She stood in her lab coat, basking in his presence from afar. He beckoned to her. “Couldn’t say. Cat half knows what to do with a good-lookin’ rat, at the least.” “And what might that be?” Her question didn’t stop her from approaching. It just made sense to inspect him directly, even if there was a risk of cross-contamination with her specimen and her own inner contagion. “It’s better if I show you. First though, let’s have a look at you.” He stood up tall, towering over Victoria. She had a habit of looming over her subjects herself, especially in her boots, but she was positively compact compared to him. Standing put her on level with his gut. She leaned around his dick as he approached just so she could listen to it more closely. With her ear pressed right against his growing bulk, she could take in the very last gasps of the softened pig, sloshing down to liquid once she’d been thoroughly cooked and smoked. Even her own mouth watered at the scent from Murph’s mouth. Finding his lips came as naturally to her as anything. Locking into a kiss, she swallowed the smoke of the dragoncat’s cooking process while sharing her own tainted saliva to drive him all the wilder with unnatural lust. He was a man with needs even without any outside help pumping that libido up. Sharing that kiss had him shut his eyes tight for a moment as his rumbles grew to a growl. He pulled back to lean down all the closer and give her a long, deep look. “Here’s my thought, doc. A body like yours, I imagine you can handle me getting a little wild. How about I get my hands on you, and show you exactly what fancy plague of yours makes me want to do?” “An unconventional study, but certainly an intriguing one.” Her eyes glowed brightly with that unnatural light. They might have been hypnotizing themselves, under other circumstances. Instead, she offered him a soft smile and a nod, neither looking nor sounding mesmerized. Everything he said just seemed so very logical that she sensed no trace of magic in his words or his tripled gaze. He reached out, and she didn’t flinch. Stripping her from her lab coat, and her practical clothes beneath allowed him full access to that soft white fur. His cock was all the harder for touching her like that, helped along by the additional dose of plague in his system. Every breath of her was one that made him all the lustier. He found himself salivating at the thought of getting it all. But that could wait. He wasn’t getting any softer just standing there, leaking such an excess of pre, spurting out some of the juices the pig helped him make with her contribution. That pent up need had to go somewhere. As soon as he had her naked, her glossy cock standing up tall in front of him, he snatched her. It was impossible not to get a little rough when merely being in her unmasked presence got him that worked up. Victoria didn’t resist the manhandling, even when it resulted in her getting bent over her own examining table, one still trickling with cum, smelling of sweat and sex. Murph held her in place, one hand on her back, one hand clutching the base of her tail to yank. Victoria wasn’t a moaner or a screamer, at least not yet. She did give a nice deep huff when he lined up with her shiny black hole and soaked it with the constant stream of juices from his cock. He had her soaking wet in seconds, and found her immensely accommodating to his driving need. Just shoving inside of her gave him yet more of what he needed, soaking his shaft in what lived within her, transferring that curious sex-malady with every deeper thrust. In all his years, he’d never quite encountered anyone who got him as hard as he was then. That was precisely why he had to have her. The rat was soon far too busy getting reamed to notice the dragoncat drooling on her back. He couldn’t help go in for a few licks while he started thrusting. She wasn’t quite so thick as the pig currently padding his bulk and adding heft to his muscles churn by churn, but she could take it. He pulled that naked tail a little harder in the midst of his deep, hard strokes, bulging her belly with his girth. His cock was getting fatter than ever, partly from the experiment inside him, partly from the extra weight Anna gave him, absorbed directly into thickness to stretch that rathole and fuck the plague right out of her. That room was never going to be sterile again with how much of a mess she was spurting over the floor. It wasn’t about having a warm, intimate time anymore. Murph had to admit he got a little carried away. He didn’t even follow his usual pattern of train-like momentum. It was just all deep, hard rutting from the start, going harder with each thrust into that tight rat. He wasn’t sure if he was more of a cat or more of a dragon with her by the end, but he got in his share of nibbles and slurps throughout the process of smacking his nuts against that fat pair of shiny black plaguebearing balls, going completely bare with the walking pandemic, gnashing his fangs. He eventually got her to moan for him when he milked out a thick, fat load from her. The floor was a flood of fluids once he got her going. He felt it spreading out under his paws and around his toes, and he added some of his own. A stiff throb, a heavy pump of his own balls, and he had a steady cascade of lunx spunk pouring down her taint when it wasn’t just stuffing her soft white belly. Murph didn’t even stop thrusting in the midst of his orgasm, stirring up the mess, squeezing some of it out of her when he wasn’t just shooting it deeper. His snarls built to roars, shaking the equipment, making several monitors blink and turn right off. And he still wasn’t done. As good as it felt, he could see why she called it an affliction. There was no stopping once he got started when he was all plaguelusted off. For a moment or two, his eyes even flickered green as he considered what it might be like to feel like that forever.[b] But he had far too much to do to succumb to something like that. A few blinks, and he was steady again, fucking another load inside the swelling rat, getting her good and stunned, drooling his cum when she was full enough. There wasn’t much need for his third eye anymore when she was sprawled out and immobile after a good, hard repeated rut like that. Even if he wasn’t softening, he took to pulling out once she couldn’t hold anymore. His cock wouldn’t stop. He felt a little like the pig he ate, just constantly flexing and cumming. Painting the rat for a while, as well as some of her expensive-looking equipment, he huffed and grunted, steam billowing. His gut was putting out enough heat that it was even making the rat sweat. He looked her up and down, from her curves to her fine ass, and those juicy nuts. All the kinds of things he liked in his belly. He just had to consider how unwise it was to put a tainted rat like her inside him. The solution seemed clear. He just had to turn up the boiler a little. A moment's concentration was all it took. Their combined sweaty steamed off of his middle when the heat grew intense enough. It was like lava in there by the time he yanked Victoria up to her feet by her tail. The plague doctor was unmasked and undressed, leaking cum, drooling, unsteady on her feet. She didn’t so much as have to look at Murph to completely succumb to his desires. All it took was a big, wide-open maw descending upon her in a single, decisive chomp. Then he had her. The heat billowing up from his gullet was already uncomfortable, sealing her face in the oven of his maw while he sucked and tasted her. That forbidden, dangerous treat was every bit as delicious as he’d hoped. He might have continued drooling all over her, dousing her in saliva if he wasn’t so hungry. Turning up the heat that much burned through the last of Anna’s bones in under a minute, and he felt like he might starve if he didn’t get another big-cocked woman in his belly, fast. That was the motivation he needed to start feasting. The cat in him delighted in swallowing that thick, curvy rat, and the dragon simply longed for another hearty meal to melt and add to his experienced body. Ulp ulp ulp. He might have liked to savour her. It was her own damn fault, getting him that horny with that concoction her digested assistant administered. He could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into single-minded lust the deeper she got into his body, but he refused to take his hands off of her. Groping, grasping, and shoving her straight down kept her squirms from mattering much. Even in the haze, the heated reality awaiting her below was the kind of thing that set off some instincts. It was beyond sweltering once she started touching down. He dragged off her boots when she was just a pair of legs sticking out of his jaws, and tossed them aside. One more good, hard gulp sealed her away. It didn’t take long to start scorching, to start sizzling and smoking in his draconic stomach. Her screams broke through the daze, but they were largely muffled by the rumbles all around her. Murph was purring. It always felt so damn good to have a woman like her cooking away in his furnace, burning down to fuel, boiled and fried until there were plumes of thick, black smoke billowing from his jaws and nostrils, framing his satisfied grin. The treatment was unimaginably cruel as it was brief. There was only one way to treat a dirty plague rat like her, and that was to purify her. He cleansed that contagion right out of her body and his own as he burned her thrashing form within his swollen gut. She screamed her last after thirty seconds or so[c]. By the end of the first minute, she was still. There was still plenty more cooking to do to get all that meat off her blackening bones, but he could relax when he felt the symptoms of her infection slowly subsiding with every passing rumble of his satisfied stomach. Even relieved of the desperate plaguelust, he couldn’t help one more good stroke about it. Running his hand up and down his shaft with a satisfied grunt, he savoured the feeling of absorbing the rat. He could lessen the heat once she was done, slowly dissolving the rest of her while he stroked his cock. A few belches escaped him, her taste still evident, but he’d melted her contagion with the rest of her. All that remained was a little more meat to add to his body while he brought himself to a thick, potent orgasm at the memory of how those two fine women felt sliding down his throat. Splatters of cum trickled over the table and flowed along the floor towards a drain. Properly cleaning up all that mess was going to take some serious work and professional equipment. He just left it how it was, smelling thickly of his own musk, overwriting the presence of the pig and the rat alike. Victoria’s essence was probably still clinging to anything else she happened to touch around her expansive, maze-like underground lab, but he’d built up a thorough immunity after digesting the source. As long as no one else ventured down there anytime soon, he’d eradicated the threat of an outbreak just by having himself a nice dinner. That took care of one problem around the city. Granted, he was mostly in it for the meals. Thick-cocked ladies always padded his heft in the perfect way. He carried them well, bulking up his gut as well as the thicker, stronger parts of him. He glimpsed his reflection in the glass and gave a fangy grin. Those two were right where they belonged, trying to pull a trick like that. He couldn’t make up for the disappearances they had caused, but he could put a stop to their studies in his own way. Carrying them on his heft as he departed, he had two objectives in mind. One, find wherever they put the clothes they stripped off of him while he snoozed. And two, he figured that for all the winding, confusing halls, there had to be a bathroom somewhere. The day’s experiments had come to their natural end. [a]Obviously everything before this was hot, but this really got me. >.> [b]Really liked this part, both Murph overcoming it and the "what if" aspect of it. :3 [c]Soo mean, but sooo hot. >:9