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As the sunset dipped down over the ocean waves, it bathed the sand in a romantic orange glow like dying embers. The air swept fresh and soothing with a gentle breeze coming off the water. It was the perfect night for a stroll to air out the scales, soaking in the lingering warmth that emanated from what remained of the sunlight. Under that perfect glimmer, two towering dragoness ambled along together, enjoying the last gasps of summer.

Their gleaming bodies jiggled generously with every relaxed step they took. Clad in just enough swimwear to conceal their massive, plump bodies, they made for an eyeful for anyone who might have been watching them swish and sway along, thick tails dragging or swinging back and forth behind them. Though for the time being, they had the beach almost entirely to themselves, free to bask in the sun all for themselves, hoarding every last beam perhaps.

The larger of the two was also the older, striding along with a matriarchal confidence to her broad, padded hips. Miranda stood a few feet taller than her companion, all shining green scales taut over her many plump curves. Purple hair fell relaxed over her shoulders, framing a gentle smile on her face. Her sheer size was immediately intimidating, but there was a certain motherly warmth to her that invited a feeling of safety, or even the urge to just press in and embrace her elegantly soft form.

Of course, such a sense of safety was an illusion at best. Any keen ear would have picked up the idle grumble in her great big green belly as hunger worked its way into her thoughts. Certainly Xyria did. Striding beside the other dragoness, she was a striking splash of blue and white. Her scales glistened, highlighting the many elegant patterns that adorned them. And as she walked, she revealed a most obvious bulge in the front of her black bikini bottom, lewdly bouncing along with each step. Though she was smaller than the other, she had about her a mysterious intensity, a look in her eyes that reflected a hint of something more, something powerful. And most of all, she too, was hungry.

The slight chill from above the lapping ocean waves did touch their scales, and a rising need for something warm helped Xyria spot a pair of warm-bodied mammals grinding in the sand some ways ahead. Her eyes just honed right in on them, even from afar, as they grappled and groped atop a towel, deeply making out as the sun set over their furred forms. Such heat between them, practically radiating after their two powerful bodies. It attracted two dragonesses like a flaming beacon atop a mountain.

The two males pressed tightly chest to chest were burly, sturdy, but they still paled in comparison to the massive size of the looming reptiles. The bigger of the two, both taller and more thickly muscled, was a hyena. His dark dreads splayed down over his lover as they smooched in the sand, grinding on one another, sporting considerable bulges but doing nothing about them just yet.

Beneath him was a tiger, also a stud of a male, but slightly more slender, and with a bit of a feminine shape working down to his hips and his flicking tail as it brushed patterns into the sand below. He was rumbling deeply, not quite purring, as he wetly made out with the hyena, mingling stripes with spots in one big mass of masculine muscle.

They were so occupied with tasting the back of each other's teeth that they hardly noticed the approach of the enormous reptiles. Much less the decisively hungry stares they were getting from two dangerous predators. Miranda licked over her lips as she observed the grinding pair, and Xyria could only rub her belly as idle hunger warmed like a furnace into a roiling, burning need as only a dragon's gut could possibly churn up.

Only when giant, clawed feet fell firm in the sand, and shadows overtook their huffing shapes, did the pair notice the attention they'd drawn. They broke from the kiss with a slick noise and looked up over the curves and pudge on display. From below, their heft looked even bigger, the view of their faces partly eclipsed by their bellies and breasts.

The hyena rolled from atop his lover and began to brush himself off and rise to greet the visitors. The tiger on the other hand just laid back where he was, arms behind his head, displaying that taut chest of his. He grinned up to them.

"Evening, ladies."

The hyena was on his feet soon enough, though he was no higher than breast height with Xyria. He spoke politely to her nipples.

"Something we might help you with?"

His tone was soft, professional, as if he might be about to strike a business deal with the two of them. But the bulge was sporting, and the wonderful, masculine scent to him spoke another story, entirely wordless. Xyria picked up on it just find, putting a hand on his back and guiding him closer, directing his muzzle right into the cleft of her barely-covered cleavage. He seemed entirely unphased by it, even introducing his tongue to drag over her exposed scales. Such delightfully big, wet things were hyena tongues, putting a huff in Xyria's voice the moment she felt his instantly eager attention.

"I suppose I ought to introduce myself before things grow too heated," the hyena said, his tone still consistent. "Zambita, at your service."

"Nice to meet you, Zambs," was the reply. "It's Xyria. Not that it will matter, soon enough."

Her gut rumbled audibly, almost perfectly on queue, and she tucked the thickly-built hyena into her embrace, squeezing him tight and mashing his chest up against her thick tum while she rubbed against him. He was warm, strong, and despite his powerful appearance he was so very soft and fluffy to get close to. She gave him a vigorous squeeze, feeling all his muscles flexing against her, tense at first, and then relaxing. Even with her ominous wording, he was just melting into her embrace. Oh, he'd melt just fine.

The tiger was still reclining, looking plenty relaxed in contrast to his partner's polite intensity.

"Sarteegan, by the way. But they all call me Sarty," he said by way of introduction.

"And I'm Miranda," said the big green one, as she stepped over him.

One foot beside one hip, the other on the other side. And then, down. She brought all that weight, all that soft, jiggling pudge down onto his sturdy form. In an instant, she made him look so very tiny, no matter how well-toned he might have been. She straddled him and she smothered him in her scales and curves, engulfing him from taut middle right down to his thighs in the curve of that hefty green ass.

That certainly wiped the slight smugness off of his face. He actually shifted to a rather shy, hesitant expression. Like he couldn't quite catch his breath. And she wasn't even sitting on his chest! He seemed to want to say something, but he muddled it a few times, and just dropped his gaze a bit, licking over his lips.

"Something the matter, sweetie?" Miranda spoke to him in a motherly tone, even if he wasn't exactly a small fellow.

"Ah, sorry. Not, um... not usually with the... ah."

Zambita finished for him when he trailed off. He was slightly muffled by the breasts he was nuzzling into, but nonetheless steady.

"He's trying to explain how gay he is, without meaning any offence, if I know him by now."

Xyria laughed above him. Miranda just smiled.

"Now, is that mostly, or entirely? I certainly don't mind laying off if there's no interest. But if there might be a spark..."

She shifted, leaning down closer to him, laying her breasts on his chest, with his chin resting atop them. Her gut completely overwhelmed him, pressing down into his muscles so firmly they almost made indents in her ample pudge. She felt his rumbles, his warmth, and she felt his bulge. There were two layers of fabric between his semi-firm cock and her sweet, silken folds, but that still permitted her to give him a deep, sultry grind as she pinned him. Her breath wafted hot and tempting in his face.

"... Perhaps I might ignite it?" she finished.

He took a deep breath, and then just wore his grin again. "Yeah. I'd be happy to let you try."

Though at first he wasn't immediately responsive, the more she rubbed on him, the firmer he got, a little at a time. It was perhaps slower progress than she was used to, but for a thick stud of a tiger like him, it was worth it. And she could see in the growing smile on his face, that she was touching on something he really did want - it just had to be right.

As for Xyria, she was working over her chosen partner, grinding on him soon enough. The sheer thickness emerging as she grew aroused pushed that tight, rump-hugging bottom down to just barely cover her heaving balls. The tip of her pink, ridged cock emerged dripping, a dab of pre clinging to the tip and soon rubbed into the hyena's belly fur. Humping him, soon enough. Being a bit possessive perhaps. But only because he seemed to like it.

He was still so soft-furred. So pleasant to grind against, to feel rubbing over every inch of her firming shaft as she took him in closer and closer. Miranda was set to work slowly, taking her time working up the pinned and smothered tiger. Buy Xyria was feeling all that rubbing working up something simply irresistible. She was full of images of herself bending over that mighty hyena, of mounting him and pounding him to a voiceless whimper. But she wanted even more than that.

As she loomed over him, clinging to him and making use of him, she worked her hands down and into the skimpy shorts clinging to his hips. Working them down with some firm tugs, she exposed his aroused, pitch black shaft, and let that press in against her thigh. The scent of his warmth, of his musk wasn't overwhelming, but it hit her flared nostrils in just the right way. She slathered her tongue over her teeth, doing her best not to drip as he worked her mouth up to a thick wetness, but she couldn't help it. A few drops of dragon drool fell down upon his head, landing right between his ears.

That made him look up. And in a moment, he knew exactly how this night was going to end.

Xyria opened to a yawning gaping, exposing each of her fangs as her saliva stretched taut and then broke between them. Her breath came in slightly shaking rattles, huffing with anticipation of tasting fresh hot meat. She'd made her decision. Barely a second of the hyena looking up, frozen in place as he gazed into her open jaws, and she lunged.

Her teeth wrapped about his chest and spine in an instant, his head plunged past her tongue and to the back of her throat all in one big bite. He didn't struggle or anything like that. She'd made her decision, and the heated drool sloshing over his features, the eager but harmless nibbles of her teeth pressing deep in against his skin, it all kept him in place He was hard, harder than before, as she began to eat him whole and alive. A primal instinct, disobeyed in favour of the greater pursuit of pure, indulgent pleasure. It was going to feel good to get eaten by her.

The tiger didn't even notice the sudden change in events. He had his eyes closed, settling into the soothing feeling of being taken by someone bigger and stronger than him. Miranda simply kept him pinned as she rubbed on him, taking the pleasure from him she wished and dominating his every move. She could tell how much he liked that sense of helplessness. Strong as he was, he'd never be able to get her off of him if he wanted. And that all contributed to him bulging in his shorts for her despite his earlier hesitance. That didn't take long.

Xyria hefted the hyena with her hands gripping tight to his spotty rump, focused in on one single objective. Get him inside of her. She gobbled as she gulped, scrambling along his body with her jaws as she licked over his face on its way into her gullet. Such a trained throat like hers, so accustomed to swallowing prey certainly meant there was no trouble taking him in. Even once his broad shoulders got squeezed together on their way in, bulging her out considerably with every swallow.

Zambita squirmed, a little. It was hard not to when the furious hunger of a dragoness was bearing down on him. But as his face moved down her gullet, the slick touch of her inner flesh kept him effectively pacified. She was like a sauna, and she massaged his body so very well as she ate him whole. No matter what part of his mind told him to tense those muscles and resist, that voice of temptation won out, telling him again and again just how good it would feel to let go, and give in to her urges for him. To let her have him.

And all the while, Xyria kept eating. Gulp by gulp, inch by inch, pushing up inwards until she had hefted him right off the ground. He was heavy, probably well over 300 pounds of muscle, but she held on tight, never wavering in her pursuit of a full and satisfied belly. The closer he got to her churning middle, the hungrier she felt, until it almost made her weak in the knees with throbbing desire. She needed him, alive, squirming in her gut, to be made into her meal and pad out her curves. This one, this hyena, specifically.

Miranda saw Sarty's pleasured expression and knew she had near full control over him, and she had no desire to lose that. So, she leaned in even closer, whispering right into his ear in a soft and sultry voice.

"You know what I like? A warm kitty tongue. How about I use yours for a while?"

He perked, but remained silent. Just looking ahead, not even glancing to the side where his lover dripped with drool, being steadily consumed. He was under the spell of the bigger, dominant dragoness.

That was enough for Miranda. She rose from her straddling position, leaving him flattened deep into a rut in the sand, and turned tail. That left him looking at the great expanse of her thick and padded ass. He saw every detail, from her dripping sex and up to her dark-fleshed hole beneath her lifted tail, as she lowered what she wore down to her thighs. Then he saw it a whole lot closer as she lowered herself back down, enveloping his face between two plump cheeks, and sat firmly on his face.

The soft cushion of sand below meant she could put plenty of her weight down on him, and she relaxed. Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of dragon fat weighed down on his face as she nestled him into her ass, leaving his muzzled jammed right up against her rim as he squirmed in delighted surprise. He was still hard, and she slipped a hand into his shorts to play with his cock, just teasing it as she massaged it between a finger and thumb. Wasn't time for him to cum, not yet.

She took a deep, delighted breath as his obedience when he immediately started licking. Just a hot and tingly, rough tiger tongue working over her slightly sweaty asshole in firm and deliberate strokes. Not a hint of hesitance there. The tiger, mostly gay though he might have been, was eating out her ass relentlessly without even being told. He wanted it, and smothered deep, he could get as much of it as he could possibly want. She rose up to give him a few gasps of air periodically, but mostly, she kept him smothered hard, head nearly disappeared entirely from an outside view as he serviced the big fat mama dragon.

And with that display of indulgence, Xyria was down to the hyena's waist. She was lost in the moment, soaking in the pleasure of it all as she sucked him down her throat in unceasing swallows. More and more of his weight settled deeper into her body, until she was able to give the classic toss of her head and whip his legs skywards rather than dangling down against her belly. They kicked a little, but mostly they rubbed back and forth against each other, the hyena grinding his own thighs as he descended towards hot and gurgly doom.

The closer she got to having fully consumed all that meat, the more wild with her motions Xyria got. She reached down and took hold of her cock with one hand, giving it an idle rub, while she whipped and tossed her head all around. That left Zambita's long, muscled legs flailing a little, as the heat inside her weakened him and sent him closer to passing out if he wasn't careful. She slurped loudly was well, especially with his groin nestled so comfortably in her mouth. Licking him and sucking him as much as she could, she got the hot taste of horny hyena into her mouth, working him into a desperately throbbing frenzy before just directing his cock towards the back of her throat.

That worked perfectly, forcing out a jet of cum from his pulsing shaft, which splashed and gloshed down her gullet as she swallowed his cock a little farther. He kept on cumming, going from an initial almost shockingly thick gush to a steady stream of it splattering over his belly and sliding down her throat in a great big musky load, clinging to his fur. He came until his offerings proved watery, and his balls tensed tighter to the point of slight soreness.

And with that extra lube, she finished him. Not even bothering to savour the last few inches. Not when the pleasure of polishing him off loomed within reach. The final swallow dragged him in down to his toes, and then he disappeared. The bulge of his body ran down her throat and hid briefly behind her chest until it fully sagged into her belly. It jiggled wildly on impact, all those many many pounds of hyena settling into her sloshing insides, bulging irregularly at first until the compressing muscles went to work on him, forcing him into a rounder, more comfortable shape. Still he sagged heavy and filling, briefly staggering the blue dragoness.

She remained on her feet, rubbing deep into her middle and feeling the flexes and twitches of her prey within, nervous but still aroused as her digestives already got audibly going, noisily gurgling and splorching as they began to fill the chamber, sensing food. Even a big one like him, even a powerful, masculine hyena, would weaken and fall apart under their merciless onslaught. And he wouldn't last long, most likely, especially when she belched out some vital air in a humid braaaaaaaalllp that sent a few flickers of her copious saliva flying off onto the beach.

Of course, she was still horny. She looked to Miranda, while still stroking at her cock, and quirked her head wordlessly. The tiger was still embedded under that sweaty rump, nearly losing consciousness by then, but licking away as best he could. As much as the slurping had made her tingle, Miranda finally pulled herself off of him for good and rolled over. He was left gasping, even drooling as he caught his breath, but she barely gave him a moment, dragging him over and on top of her, splayed out like a too-small blanket as his limbs remained limp in his breathless, aroused exhaustion.

With that, she nodded the other dragoness over, and she moved quickly, given her state of need. One hedonistic desire satisfied, another still burning away. And so, she took position behind those stripes, aligning herself with that firm and ass, gliding her cock up under Sarty's soon-lifted tail to start rubbing at him. The position of course meant he engorged gut was resting on her back, letting him feel the bulges and squirms of his lover within. And also pinning him down to Miranda's own belly, grinding that kitty cock into her pudge as he was pinned and humped away at.

Miranda took the cat by the chin, and just tilted his head up towards hers. She nodded to him, and licked her lips, and he didn't even look afraid. He knew what was happening, knew what that writhing bulge on his back meant, and knew where this night would leave him. So he only flinched slightly when the great green dragon opened wide, and began to pull him closer.

Though she hardly had to do so. Not because he was crawling in, but rather he was soon getting thrust towards those gaping jaws by Xyria's lusty motions. She wasn't inside him just yet, just humping his butt, but a moment to compose herself and she got lined up. Slick and dripping, she slid in smoothly, finding him tight but accommodating as she buried her dick deep inside his muscled ass. She immediately started fucking him, which kept his own hips moving, making him glide his cock increasingly slickly over the rise of Miranda's belly, spurting pre onto her scales.

Such a position also gave her a great bit of leverage to push him down, and forward. She controlled where he went. How he thrust, and how he slid into those waiting jaws. Miranda simply basked under the increasingly dim sunlight and the strokes against her belly, keeping her maw wide to accept the feline over her tongue, tasting him deeply as he bucked back and forth helplessly. Xyria fucked him until he was tensing, clenching, dragging his cock again Miranda's belly and moaning out between her teeth.

She didn't relent, even when she felt the tiger on her cock losing control of himself. His balls tightened, as did his chest, and he just let out a great big rrrrrowl as he let go. His cry of pleasure almost escalated to a roar, but Xyria simply gave him a good thrust and instead stuffed his head down Miranda's throat, muffling the attempt in wet, lewd swallows. So he was left just moan within her, as he came hot jets all over her gut, marking the very same belly he was soon to enter in his seed to run rivers down the sides.

With that, he was nearly comatose, at least for a few moments. Years of hesitance, of not quite being sure about taking pleasure in a body unlike his, and there he was, cumming all over the fat gut of a lady dragon while another fucked him in the ass. But a brief recovery, and he was squirming for them both once more, and even hard again. He was a feline after all. That renewed Xyria's greedy thrusting, and this time she didn't hold back from forcing him forward into the awaiting throat squeezing all around his pleasured expression.

Xyria had to keep moving her position forward, crawling along the other dragoness as she fucked the tiger into that maw. She wasn't gentle at that point either, just pounding him senseless and bringing back his hardon to full from the sheer stimulation. Miranda gulped and gulped, totally hands free, not having to use anything but her gullet to polish off her studly kitty meal as he dragged against her body with every thrust, leaving a trail of dripping cum up over her tits and to her mouth. She worked him down, stripe by stripe, until she was licking his cock while it bounced back and forth in her mouth thanks to Xyria's pistoning.

With a decisive, forceful thrust, Xyria finished off inside that tight tiger, burying every last inch she had until she could bump her balls against the globes of his ass. With that, she sloshed up a powerful spurt that hit him with high enough pressure to make him jolt. It gushed into him, hard, even loud as it slurked and splorted as deep into him as it could reach, leaving his white furred belly taut with her increasing load. The heat, the intensity of it all was enough that he came all over again, shooting hotly onto Miranda's outstretched tongue wrapped beneath his balls, helping milk out all he had left to give into her throat.

Well, not all he had to give. There was yet more he could offer her, and she was prepared to take it from him. When her belly-swelling cumshot subsided, Xyria slowly withdrew from Sarty with a great gush and left him dripping hot dragoness cum. With curled toes and twitching tail, he promptly vanished from sight after a few more gulps, the blue dragon assisting with a push to his soles. Not that Miranda needed the help, working the cat down in bulging swallows until his wiggling paws disappeared into the darkness of her compressing throat.

The guidance Xyria offered those feet meant, for a moment, her hands were inside Miranda's mouth. The bigger dragoness sealed her lips around Xyria's wrists for a few seconds, casting her an intense gaze that captured her attention for a few brief but intense seconds. Then she released them, leaving the blue dragoness' digits soaked in drool and a bit of lingering cum. One more toss of her head, and the big cat was gone, down into the cum-splattered gut he'd so nicely coated, to bulge and jiggle as he tucked in behind all the fat.

A slurp of the chops and hefty belch later, and Miranda was satisfied. So too was Xyria, stewing in the double afterglow of a good orgasm and a good meal, feeling the weight of the still-squirming hyena pushing out her engorged gut. He hadn't succumbed to the ominous gurgling within just yet, but she was sure it was already doing a number on him. He was already slowing down, growing weaker.

But, she wasn't going to wait for his end. She took a spot right alongside Miranda and her big gurgling belly, snuggling up scale to scale, and watched the sun finally set. A pretty suitable metaphor for the meal meeting their end inside the both of them, the light fading and darkness overtaking them slowly, slowly, until they were nothing more than meat digesting under the stars. Their fates were sealed, counting down second by second as two big, ravenous dragons fell into a rapturous sleep together, listening to the waves.

***

With such massive meals in their bellies, simmering down, tenderizing like a nice slow-cooked stew behind layers of pudge, the two predators slept long and deep. They remained barely covered, their bathing suits out of place, tugged down their thighs or askew as they nakedly digested their prey well into the morning. When they awoke, the sun reflected off their scales to give them an almost supernatural glow, highlighting every inch of their curves, now enhanced with the nutrients absorbed from their prey. Xyria wore the hyena around her belly and breasts for the most part, and Miranda packed on pounds to her thighs and ass thanks to the tiger. The lingering ecstasy of digesting someone alive still remained, tingling through their bodies as they rose from the sand.

Something else tingled through them as well, sending a sudden urge through them both by the time they got to their feet. The beach remained quiet at this early hour except perhaps for a jogger or two, so they had plenty of privacy. Xyria glanced down to the towel they found the boys upon, surrounded by a few scattered belongings they didn't need anymore. Discarded clothing, a wallet, a phone, a necklace, and the like. Perfect.

They didn't really have to say anything about it. The biological need was obvious. They just squatted together, lowering both their plump asses above that beach towel, and began to squeeze. Such was the way of all food, even when said food had only a night before been two muscled lovers intertwined in this very spot. Now they were digested and turned into the thick sludge working through the two big dragons, devoid of all nutrients, all that was useful, and soon squeezing out to fall upon the sand.

The studs were nothing more than pounds upon pounds of dragon shit, and both predators gently huffed as she pushed them out into a great big mingling pile. The pile stacked up, log after log, until it had grown to more of a mound. The dragons shifted forward as they dumped all that remained, letting them join together into an anonymous mess, containing nothing that might have hinted at who they once were. Scraps of bone were smoothed and broken, while tufts of undigested fur were ruined beyond recognition. They were just prey, just pudge, and just a great big pile of shit on the beach.

When they were done, Xyria and Miranda rose together, leaving the mess to steam under the rising sun. One hell of a discovery for whoever found it first, and with the belongings scattered near it all, it would be obvious what had happened. That was just how things went when such huge, hungry dragons walked the world, and the two males were not the first to contribute to those predatory curves. Nor would they be the last, as their nutrients burned off in those giant bodies with every step they made together towards the shower stalls, slowly but surely, until that last remaining hint of their existence was gone as well.