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Before she stepped through the airlock separating her from the discordant pump of incomprehensible noise that was meant to be music, Chazori had one worry. She really had no idea what kind of people frequented a club like this one, deep in a somewhat shady side of the galaxy. Would a slim chocobo like her earn stares when she walked in? Especially one of mixed gender like her - with her choice of shorts hugging a little tight to a cock she couldn't keep from twitching at the thought of something new.

Above the entrance, there was a somewhat ominous-looking sign posted in a number of alien languages she didn't recognize. As best she could tell, it was some kind of warning or set of rules, but none of the symbols were readable. One set near the bottom had been messily blacked out, scribbled over really, and if she squinted she could recognize a few letters of the familiar alphabet, but not enough to get any sense of what it might be warning her about. Oh well.

Almost immediately, as the heavy door squealed open in front of her, and the thick, smoky air of the noisy cantina hit her, she realized how silly she'd been to worry. Even just on her first glance, she wasn't even close to the strangest thing in there. There were the usual assortment of humans, intelligent beasts, and anthros like her. But she also spied, just on her first sweep of the humid, pink-tinted room, what looked like a depressed pumpkin, ambling about on its vines. A tentacled mass of chaos she couldn't even seem to focus on, with its ever-changing shape. Something like a dark rain cloud, floating there, dripping. A sock.

So she was given hardly a second glance when she stepped onto the floor of the subdued club. There was a distinct lack of intensity, like she had seen at other popular locations this side of the Milky Way. No grinding, sweating bodies bouncing to a frantic rhythm. Instead, there was an aura of hypnotic sensuality. Faces around her appeared glazed, maybe drugged. The strange music blasted extended bass notes and thumps. The air smelled of smoke and otherworldly sex. It was almost enough to make her collapse into a chair, feeling oddly contented just basking in the atmosphere. Almost orgasmic, really. A manufactured afterglow shimmered through her mind.

Her timing meant she was graced by the presence of an veritable interstellar celebrity. Chaz almost didn't see her at first, given the large crowd gathered around. Many of them were Earth folk, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beloved new sex icon despite not knowing a thing about her. Nor what kind of place this was. But there she was, elegant and enormous, a thickly-built reptile, as best Chaz could tell.

Nobody even knew her name, but one look at her thighs, at her thick, bouncing tail, and her distinctly mammalian breasts bouncing in time to her lunging thrusts towards the captive audience, and anyone could become an immediate fan. She looked almost like a fellow anthro to Chaz, closely resembling a tyrannosaurus or some other kind of large, toothy reptile. Though she seductively blinked a set of four eyes at her watchers as she bounced her huge, smooth booty, and two long, deadly-looking horns gleamed under the dim lighting. That same lighting gave an enticing sheen to her sweating form, highlighting the smoothness of her mostly-nude body, rather than any bumpy scaly texture.

Images of that gorgeous butt had by then been beamed to all corners of the universe, but it the actual heft and jiggle of it was much more impressive in person. Chaz was hardly surprised she had to push past so many drooling humans to get a spot close enough to that swaying tail to almost touch. The Earth folk were always in such denial about their urges to fuck anything but their own kind, but that only made their tendencies all the more obvious to any outside species.

The dark pink dinosaur, or demon as some called her, didn't seem to mind all the interspecies attention. She was wearing an intimidating grin of fangs as she showed off for her new fans. And she definitely came well-equipped to appeal to what they liked, after all. And then some. By then bottomless, she gave Chaz a good look under that fat tail, displaying pretty well exactly the sort of genitals most females she knew had. A slick slit exposed and a little puffy, broadcasting a undeniable alluring scent of alien arousal that the chocobo's senses didn't even know how to handle. It was impossible to describe, unlike anything she had ever experienced or imagined, and yet it went straight to the pleasure points of her brain, making everything all tingly.

She didn't realize she was staring until the music jarringly cut out. Nor did she realize she had already tossed out plenty of her own money, to join in the growing pile of bills, coins, trinkets, and snacks that had already been offered to the bodacious stripper. She noticed several other people beside her blinking and giving their heads a confused shake, as if they didn't know where they were. Something about those alien pheromones was intoxicating, to the point of dangerous.

The stripper rose, her butt pressed firm against the pole behind her as she stretched herself out. Then she opened her mouth and let out a terrifying series of guttural roars. It sounded like several wild dogs mauling a kill, to Chaz. But a few seconds of that and her translator kicked in, droning its monotone explanation into her head.

"That's it for me, you little TRANSLATION ERRORS," it said, leaving Chaz only to guess what it was she'd just been called. "Of course, I can always use a little help unwinding. Volunteers?"

There was immediately a clamouring of raised hands and voices trying to capture the pink beast's attention. Though Chaz also noticed a few others slinking away and looking at the ground, avoiding the stripper's gaze. It was probably in their best interests - those huggable hips looked well like they could crush the average pelvis. Yet in all the excitement, she couldn't resist. She timidly raised a feathered arm and stood up on the tips of her toes, bouncing a little.

The stripper lingered a while, standing tall and smirking, waving her finger over the almost desperate volunteers. She would point to one, and then tap her lip a few times, only to move on to another. Before long, the bids for her favour became more aggressive, with would-be suitors (or maybe more like stress-relievers) starting to elbow and shove each other for position. But the beast ignored them, sweeping her two pairs of eyes around until she stopped, grinned even wider, and jabbed a clawed finger directly towards Chaz's chest. There was no mistaking it.

"You," she said, in the bird's own language. Though her voice remained as thunderous and bestial as ever. "I want you."

That decision produced a few angry calls, and some of the crowd started to get more violent. They struck each other and they knocked each other to the ground, and some of them were fighting their way towards Chazori, knocking over tables and chairs in the process. She didn't see any security, anyone coming to help, and could only take a few nervous steps back from the angry faces directed her way.

Until the stripper above dropped suddenly to all fours, moving faster than could even be seen, as if teleporting. She curled her lips right back, exposing the full length of her long teeth, and she snarled forth a harsh, crackling sound almost like heavy machinery. It ripped through the entire club and latched into Chaz's innards, tightening everything up in a grip of fear, even if it hadn't been directed towards her.

It still gave her a boner though. Something about that ferocity shot her straight from semi to full. Pressed up tight as an obvious bulge anyone could have spotted. And that roar was plenty effective at dispersing the crowd too. Some actually ran away, while others just grumbled and slid off, leaving Chaz with the hulking creature.

The stripper offered her hand and Chaz gingerly took it, only to find herself hoisted right up like she weighed nothing at all. That demon, or whatever she really was, could overpower her as simply as breathing. The bird soon found herself being hefted off in arms the size of her torso, tucked close to her bouncing bosom, the spikes of her outfit prodding at her.

"You're cute," the demon said. "This is your first time here, I take it?"

Chaz nodded. "Yeah, I'm Chazori-"

"Don't care what your name is," the beast interrupted. "You're not getting mine either. So, you don't know how this all works?"

"How what all works?" Chaz tapped her beak together, suddenly a bit nervous.

"Guess you'll just have to find out." She seemed almost to moan, but it was more like the rumble of an old engine.

"Is there... something I should know?"

"Nope."

Chaz didn't get a chance to ask any more questions before she was whisked through a curtain that just seemed to block out all thought. She was already stewing in the potent pheromones of the smooth-skinned creature clutching her, especially with the generous layers of swear running down and onto her feathers. The farther they got away from the club, with all its noise, the more lost in silent admiration she got. That stripper was strong, thick, scary. Made of pure sex. And she wanted the bird all to herself.

The back area she carried her through seemed almost comical in its complexity. One door slid open, leading to another, and another only two steps away, and so on. Soon she was just lost, probably unable to find her way back if left on her own. It wasn't until several twists and turns later that they arrived together in a darkly-lit bedroom. The door behind them shut tight, and Chaz heard the beep of the lock sealing. No one was going to interrupt them.

There was a huge bed with sturdy, reinforced legs, but instead the stripper dropped Chaz into a broad armchair. It was far too big for her, clearly made to house the glorious backside of the room's owner, so she seemed to almost shrink into it, unable to even touch both armrests at once if she stretched out her fingers.

"What should I do?" Chaz asked, more than a little disoriented by the trip.

"Shut up, relax, and enjoy yourself," the beast rumbled. "I'm going to do everything."

Two of those were easy to do, especially at the huge alien's insistence, but it was hard to relax with such an imposing creature looming above. Not that Chaz was any less hard for it. Her bulge nearly ripped her shorts before long, but she didn't reach down to free it just yet. Not when she had a transfixing vision of glistening pink booty soon swaying before her as the stripper turned that tail around, swinging her hips in expertly smooth motions.

Really, the dinosaur-like lady had no right moving like that. Her form looked so heavy, so weighed down by both muscle and generous layers of fat applied to her curves, that she ought to have been lumbering around, perhaps even clumsy. But she had an almost catlike grace as she swung that heavy ass in Chaz's face, leaving the bird squirming in her seat as hard turned to harder turned to dripping, soaking in her clothes. Just watching those two massive globes swaying back and forth, along with the thick tail above. Jiggling, clapping together, flinging a bit of slightly-glowing alien sweat around and further spreading those irresistible pheromones.

Chaz wondered if she was allowed to touch. Certainly she'd already felt plenty of that sleek hide against her when she got all but kidnapped from the main area in the demon's arms. But a grope was different. She remained passive, just letting everything happen to her, letting the beast put on her show, totally bottomless. Nothing was left to the imagination as she spun around once more, raising a leg and planting a foot beside Chaz's hip so that she could close in and thrust that dripping sex right towards her beak. Not quite touching, but almost.

Though the beast was plenty plump, especially where it mattered, as she moved Chaz could see the muscles beneath her hide flexing taut to considerable size. She was being teased and seduced by an alien that could so easily just wreck her, but that huffing sense of danger tightening her chest just kept her juices flowing, from male and female side alike.

Just the weight of the stripper alone was going to be a lot to handle, but thankfully she had the kind of necessary expertise to keep from just crushing the horny bird then and there as she lowered herself down. Chaz felt the beast's knees on either side of her hips, wrapping around and then clenching as she nestled into a much smaller lap. That planted Chaz's throbbing, wet bulge right up against those bare, juicy nethers, but her clothes remained an increasingly damp barrier between the two of them. The stripper wrapped a single arm around Chaz, pressing forearm to the back of her head, and planting her beak right between those roughly planet-sized tits to smother and breathe of her sweat. As she did, she started to grind, hard.

It could hardly be called a lapdance, falling just short of being a lapfuck. Chazori squeaked and whimpered as she curled her toes and moved her hips in time to the powerful motions rocking her around. She was immersed in the pheromone-rich aroma floating off of the scary beast, listening to her seemingly distorted inner rumbles and growls that still sounded so alien to her. Unnatural for a living thing to be making such noise.

That brought plenty of noise from the bird right back. She squawked, she warked, she warbled. It was enough that the stripper atop her actually chuckled.

"Haven't had someone as cute as you in a while. All these humans drooling over my ass lately."

"It's... it's a good ass," Chaz chirped, breathless as she remained smothered in dino tits.

"Shhh. No talking. I like you, though. Makes me want to give you a treat."

The stripper remained bizarrely, maybe impossibly nimble. Even in those clacking heels. She got her ass turned around again without hardly having to rise up, and soon was sitting firm in Chaz's lap, so that her bulge sunk deep into the thick curve of that pink-hued ass. All that cushion helped prevent all the weight coming down on her from crushing her. But she was still trapped, pinned down and unable to even wiggle much. The stripper did all the wiggling for her anyway.

Every bump, every grind of that ass made the pudgy cheeks before her jiggle delightfully. It was so big, so plump, yet remained firm and round. The beast began to bounce it on top of Chaz's hips, letting her hump that booty with her bulge, straining the seat beneath them. She could hear the chair legs flexing, tested. But holding on, as only a chair built for a butt like that could possibly manage. Bounce, bounce, bounce went the pink rump on top of Chaz, while the bird whimpered and tried not to just cum in her shorts too quickly.

When the mighty twerking atop her painfully trapped cock finally stopped, she was left with a very wet lap. Her own arousal alone contributed to plenty of that, but also the heated sweat coming off that bare, wiggling booty atop her, leaving her shorts with a slight glow. She was panting too, and she wasn't really even sure why. Just being rubbed on by all that beast, all that muscled, overwhelming alien, was a whole lot to even process. The stripper was up on her feet, swinging that ass slowly back and forth, rocking her tail along with it in smooth swishes through the air, like the paintbrush of an master artist.

Chazori actually found her legs weren't really responding when she tried to reposition herself. She wondered if they'd been hurt, even broken, without her even noticing. But there was no pain, so she was probably just too enthralled by that ass, as she sat embedded into the seat by the beast's weight. She really couldn't do anything. It even crossed her mind that it might be mind control, paralyzing her in place to be subject to the whims of the thick creature. But it was probably all natural. She was just... taken.

That stunning snarl came again, less so than before but still there, when the creature made a grab for the minimal clothing keeping Chaz from being fully nude. She felt claws pressing in her feathers, and against her skin, and tensed right up given the proximity those sharp, murderous things had to some very sensitive parts. And then she just warbled as she was stripped to bottomless, feeling the fabric tearing as her shorts were stolen away, pulling clean off of her and tossed away in shreds. She tried to protest, to ask what she was supposed to wear on the way back out, but she couldn't get the words out in time.

If anything could silence her, it was the lewd thump of a soaking, splattered sex right atop Chaz's cock. She made plenty of noise, running down essentially a laundry list of bird sounds from awwk to wark as she felt those dripping folds envelop her shaft, lengthwise. The beast had turned tail once more, keeping that huge ass facing her, and Chaz finally mustered up the courage to play with it. She dug her fingers deep into its rippling mass as she got her cock massaged and lubed right up, and really she could have came just from that motion alone.

But it got so much better. That reptile, dino, demon, whatever she was, she was simply gushing. It was an unreal amount of lubricating juice pouring turbulently over the chocobo's cock, leaving her feeling like she was already immersed, balls deep in exotic pussy some billions of miles away from home. She just kept massaging deep into the impossibly ample ass flexing and wobbling before her as she got herself mercilessly pleasured, listening to the beast's ragged and triumphant growls booming deep from within her throat.

As much as Chaz wanted to just thrust, to just sink herself in between those slightly glowing lips and find out what the alien's pussy felt like, the heated plot twist that befell her pleased her even more. The stripper repositioned, smoothly, moving all over Chaz and pinning her even tighter into the poor, overexerted chair beneath, and sat right on her dick. Lubed to the point of nearly swimming, her shaft pushed smooth and easily along, slicking and sliding inside the huge beast's backside. Sinking right beneath her lifted tail and finding herself filling that fat ass with her dripping cock, clenched and pleasured by every hungry squeeze of the creature's heavy muscles.

They didn't need words, just room-filling growls bouncing from wall to wall and cute little chirps in contrast. And Chaz didn't even need to move. She kept her hands where they were, just hanging on tight to that butt for the time being, as if to lessen its weight upon her lap, or the upcoming impact on her hips. Whether or not she could stand up to the beast's lust remained to be seen. She definitely couldn't handle her power, fully exerted, so she was at the mercy of just how carried away the stripper got with her.

At least she started slow. She felt like a monster, like an actual demon on top of her. Maybe it was just what they called her, maybe not. And it wasn't just how heavy she was, but also the power Chaz could feel flowing through those massive thighs, flexing down her bare back. This was a beast that could absolutely destroy her on a simple whim, but she'd chosen this moment instead to let a little birdy like her fuck her in the ass.

Though the creeping increase in speed and intensity was barely visible, Chaz felt it. The stripper was building up momentum like waves in a bathtub, and all the bird could do was sink down lower as she was forced to become almost one with the cushion below her. She got treated to a slippery flow of arousal running down her balls as they smacked up against the demon's pussy, while her cock remained stuffed between flexing cheeks as she pumped the depths of that sleek and sweaty ass prized by so many.

There was precision to the increasing brutality. Chaz was more and more feeling like the one wrong move, one big slam of that devastating booty and she'd pretty much just break in half. But in the meantime, she got to feel it rubbing her dick up and down, treating it like a poll to dance and bounce upon. And despite her size, that beast was tight. Tighter still as the muscles beneath the pudge went taut with rising, volcanic pleasure. She was snorting, and giving a grating growl sort of like a broken washing machine in just how oppressive it was, and she kept on licking her lips with an excessively slick noise that was shamelessly sexy. It fit right in with the schlicking and sucking of a lubed up bird dick pounding, or being pounded into the confines of a rump like no other.

Of course she didn't last. Climax was like a screaming demon being exorcised from her with every wet thump of ass on cock. It didn't just burst forth from her, it demolished her. It charged right through her every nerve, her every muscle, firing them off and pulling them tight, respectively. She wondered if it was possible to actually explode from pleasure. When she felt her cock tense, going even more rigid, and her balls to so tight to her they were almost inside, she couldn't even think of a good sound to make, so she just yelled. It sounded almost like terror, but it was the inelegant call of her gushing orgasm.

Her seed hit the inside of that ass with a satisfying splat, and kept on going. It wasn't just a hard shot and then a few more smaller to follow. It was steady. Pouring. Stolen from her by the squeeze of the stripper's asscheeks, working and pumping her like a machine, draining her down dry to the very last thick, musky drop. In the continuous thumps of rump to hips, there came a mess of overflow, trickling down in a pleasantly hot waterfall soon soaking into her feathers all the way up to her breasts, and right down her fights, pooling in the vicinity of her tailfeathers.

Just when she thought it must have been over, the demon gave a toss of her head and snorted once more. A few more hard pounds down came, great big lunges that made the most of those thick thighs, powerfully plunging down and rocking Chaz's oversensitive cock, keeping it at full mast almost painfully. She could feel her balls going tighter, drawing from the very reserves, shooting it all out, spurt after spurt, ensuring that fine ass was fully packed with as much hot bird cum as could possibly be taken from her. She sank deeper and deeper into the chair was she was milked entirely dry, not even able to shoot the watery strands her last few shuddering contractions produced, until she was utterly sprawled beneath the beast, just faintly warbling in shock.

The sound of her cock pulling out of that ass, already so lubed up in juices and now swimming in her own cum, was just ridiculous. Squelching and sucking as before, and making a great big mess as she flopped free of those tight, immensely hot confines, outright flinching at the comparative coolness of the air around. Even more mess, even more splatter followed. She'd creamed the beast's ass up nicely. Something which she was soon made to fix.

The stripper had an imposing huff going on, a chugging, throaty pant from the exertion, but she didn't actually seem to tire. She didn't miss a step in her elegant motion as she just rose up higher and shoved her backside right in Chaz's face, enveloping her beak and making a mess of her face with the excess of fluids gathered in that deep crevice. There wasn't even a need for words, she knew what she was supposed to do.

Once she actually got to taste the creature, she found her flavour surprisingly agreeable. That pink skin was like slick bubblegum, even with an odd sweetness to match, though such a treat was clouded out by the musk of sex and heat combined in the mess clinging to her smooth hide. Chazori licked and tidied up as best she could, not even directly aiming for pleasure so much as utility, licking that ass up and down and eating her own cum right off of it. There was a whole lot of butt to slurp, and it took her a good long time to truly work it over, going from pussy to rim, and then up to the underside of her lifted tail. Then to the side to swipe beads of sweat off those cushy cheeks, smearing saliva in its place.

By the time she was released from her softly smothered position, Chaz was slightly out of breath. Just from not stopping to gasp between rapid licks. It was enough to eventually please the beast, as she rose and gazed down on the defeated bird. Chaz was sitting with her arms and legs spread out, her back totally flat against the bottom of the chair, her head against the back. She looked much like a chair herself in her annihilated, exhausted, but perfectly satisfied state.

"Now for the best part," rumbled the beastly dino, perking up the chocobo's gaze.

Her body was pretty much just shut down, not responding, so Chazori gave a slightly nervous response. "... There's more?"

That made the massive stripper laugh, which was actually pretty scary given how many of her teeth it soon had her flashing in an amused gleam. "You're telling me you didn't read the signs?"

Something was tensing up in her otherwise limp form. The bird felt pressure on her chest, some sort of alarm bell going off in the back of her mind. They did seem like pretty dire signs outside, but none of it had been readable to her.

"No?"

The beast leaned down close to her, bombarding Chazori's wide-eyed face with intensely hot but candy-sweet breath.

"So then you haven't even made the arrangements?"

"What arrangements?" There was a certain panic creeping into Chaz's voice.

The demon just smiled, hugely. "Good. Oh yes. Very good. Rules are rules. I don't really care if you're not ready for this. Haven't got a chance to take one of you for real in a long time."

"Take me? I don't.... hurk!"

That was the most Chazori could get out before a great big hand wrapped tight around her entire throat. She was yanked up from her position roughly, the sudden sense of danger giving her the zap of energy she needed to start kicking. But that creature was stronger even than she looked. With just a single finger she pressed in on the bird's neck, with such power that Chaz could feel it could well snap it like a twig, just with that one digit. She dangled, helpless, seemingly weightless for the powerful beast, and was lifted high above the floor, unable to breathe.

"Never did get a chance to eat one of you feathery types before. Time to find out how you taste. Even better that I get to keep you."

A cry of protest became no more than just a choked gasp, with Chazori's lungs starting to burn from the lack of air already. The stripper grabbed her prey by the ankles with the other hand, and changed her grip to those, which had the effect of flipping the chocobo upside down, flailing and coughing. When she found her voice through the sputtering, she meekly whimpered.

"What, no! Don't eat me! That's not... that's illegal!"

"Not here," the beast simply replied, with a smirk. "You agreed it could happen the moment you walked inside. Should have told someone where you were going. We might have even got a chance to fuck again someday. But tonight, you're going to be all mine, forever."

Chazori could only scream in a broken voice as that enormous alien maw spread wide, stretching great strands of drool that snapped off and flung spit up towards her face. The inside of the creature's jaws were dark, almost black-fleshed in contrast to the whimsically-coloured outside of her. Fangs seemed to compete amongst one another to be the sharpest, to look the deadliest. Though her figure was already imposing, to stare down into the depths of that drooling, dangerous mouth with its steamy breath and broad tongue flicking eagerly in anticipation, was to realize just how much trouble she was really in. And the way her cries for help echoed around the room told her just how alone the two of them really were, despite all the people they'd left behind.

The beast didn't even push Chaz into her jaws, she just dropped her. The bird's surprised yelp was quickly muffled by those long-fanged jaws wrapping tight around her chest, digging into her flesh sharply, but bloodlessly. Her whole face plunged directly down the creature's gullet, beak prodding here and there. It didn't phase the demon for a second, her inner flesh feeling so very solid to the touch. On the outside, she looked almost like something that might have mingled with Chazori's own kind. But within, she was all alien. Something powerful. Unknowable. And she was about to get a very intimate look at what lurked beneath that pretty pink exterior.

There was power to everything she did, and that included glurking down prey with the strength of her throat alone. She didn't even have to hold onto Chazori. Just let her dangled from her jaws, teeth clenching her and piercing the skin here and there, while she sucked in the drool-worthy bird with her throat muscles alone. They constricted around Chaz's face, and then soon her shoulders as well like a snake, squeezing, almost crushing her. She felt a shoulder pop out of place, but she was far too numbed by her lingering afterglow to feel pain. If it wasn't for the panic, she might have even enjoyed the wet, overwhelming sensations of being swallowed.

The sound on the other hand did in fact hurt. It was so loud that she flinched, the echoing glurk glurk glurk and smearing, slicking saliva all around her simply too much. Already, her struggles were growing weaker. She'd already had a lot taken out of her by that bouncing, pounding ass. Even in a fight for her life, for her very existence, she was diminishing, resorting to merely squirming her way past those plump lips, her feathers dripping as the beast drooled all over her, dripping down to the floor with a steady pitter-patter that grew like a rainstorm.

The chocobo's feet kicked and scrambled against those planetary breasts as she was devoured whole, but even with talons she couldn't even hope to phase the relentless rex. Her skin, so soft and smooth to stroke, was at the same time seemingly impenetrable. Like armour coating over her plump shape, stretched taut over every curve. The fat beneath pushing out on an almost vinyl-like coating. That was going to be all the bird became. Another part of those luscious shapes, adding to her padding, to her generous jiggle, for all to see.

Halfway swallowed, Chazori found out just how nimble the creature's tongue could be. It moved with dexterity she'd never felt before, working fiercely to taste the beast's prey from belly to balls to butt. The stripper fired up those terrifying growls, which then bombarded Chaz's senses from all sides, as she licked generously all over the oversensitive set of genitals her prey offered. She'd already drained the bird's cock well, so she began to push and prod at her sex, still plenty soaked despite the terror. And with another prod as the only warning, she plunged suddenly inside.

Even deep in that compressing throat, Chazori still had to wark and warble out as pleasure made her forget about her predicament, at least temporarily. That tongue jammed hard inside of her, and it had such smoothness, such a blissfully stimulating texture, that it didn't even hurt to have it tasting and massaging about in her womb. And it got long too, extending and extending as it stuffed hard inside of the tasty bird, coiling up as it rubbed all about from every angle. Her belly nearly bulged with it before long, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to keep from being forced to a thigh-clenching, toe curling orgasm that sent sweet juices splashing down the throat that tightly held her.

When that brief but magnificent shock of pleasure left her, her legs fell limp for a time, just dangling there from the beast's wet jaws as if her back had been broken. With those teeth dotting their way down the divots in her spine, that was a very real possibility. But there was no blood, no crunching down on her body as the stripper gave a toss of her head, flinging her prey skyward but kept from liftoff by the greedy grip of her gullet. Pointed straight down the creature's throat, there was nothing left to prevent her from being finished off. Chazori plummeted down towards her humid, gurgling doom in just two final gulps, aided along by the station's artificial gravity.

She hit the bottom hard, not even feeling the stomach sphincter she rushed past along her way. It seemed as familiar, as non-alien a belly as any, but that didn't make her situation any less dire. Wobbling on impact, that pink gut stretched out round and taut around its captive, outlining the finer points of the bird's body in tightly-sealed skin. The confines were so tight that Chazori couldn't even get into a better position, left trapped with her legs stretched over and behind her head, arms trapped beneath her, everything exposed and vulnerable to the impending digestion.

The beast, she just strode back to that seat and planted herself in it. The motion bounced her meal all about, smacking Chaz's head against the slippery walls of the belly around her. And it stirred up a great, wet belch. It burst out of the demon, loud and wet, flinging spit and flailing her tongue like a flag in the wind, a great exclamation point on the night's activities. Braaaaaaaallllp.

And with that, a lick of her chops, the bird's fate was sealed. The weight of the moment wasn't lost on the beastly stripper.

"What a tasty little morsel you were. I'm going to enjoy breaking you down. I always enjoy feeling you cute things fall apart and die inside me." She thumped on her gut with a closed fist for emphasis, provoking a pained gasp from her prey. "But it's going to feel even better knowing no one is ever going to get to do this again. Every feather that falls from you is never going to be reattached. Every detail I melt away is mine for good. Your little toes and fingers to start, and then all the soft things outside and in. All mine. To wear on my tits and ass like a trophy. You poor foolish bird. No one's ever going to see you again."

Satisfied with her speech, the beast reclined, spreading her thighs wide, and starting to toy with herself with two meaty fingers. Seemingly right on queue, the threatening sounds of digestion started to burble and blorp around Chazori's head. This was how she was going to die. Eaten alive by a monster of a stripper in some distant station. Digested for her pleasure and then fed to her curves. She really should have known such an imposing woman would want to eat a fluffy little bird like her. But her sense of threat had been eroded away by the lights gleaming on those bubblegum flanks.

***

"Please, please don't digest... I'll... I'll let you eat me again, I just don't want to..." came her broken begging, in a voice that seemed like it ought not to be audible above the gurgling and soon the demon's schlicking fingers plunging threefold in and out of her splattering sex.

Yet it provoked a snort from the beast, somehow heard. "Don't digest? Oh, now that seems reasonable. I'll just tell my natural bodily process to stop doing its thing. Heh."

She pushed another finger into herself, down to the knuckle, stopping just short of fisting her dripping cunt.

"Nope. You're food, and my body knows it. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. And I don't. I'm gonna sit her and get myself off while it tears you apart. Every single part of you is going to get liquefied, and then I'll push all that through my intestines. You like that thought? All melted down into a nice bundle of nutrients for me to suck dry as I push you deeper and deeper. And then do you know what's going to happen?"

The frantic pumping of her fingers in and out of sopping, messy pussy was bringing out a heaving, grunting pant from the creature. Chazori couldn't even respond to the taunting. She just shrunk down even smaller as those walls closed tighter and tighter, a wet tingle already starting all over her skin.

"I'm going to haul my fat ass off to a toilet, and shit you right out. I bet it'll take me a while. All that cute bird, processed down, every useful bit of you stolen away. But there's plenty I won't need. I'm not even gonna lie. I bet that fat dump is gonna feel great to squeeze out. I'll be thinking about you the whole time. That pretty face of yours. Your tits. Your cock. All of it gone and turned to waste. Ruined forever."

At that, the beast belched again, and it stirred up even more gurgling activity inside her gut. Fluids were pouring out now, audibly sprawling all around Chaz like she was trapped in an old car wash. Roaring and churning, she couldn't tell what was stomach noise and what was the stripper's monstrous sounds of pleasure. But she knew the creature was getting off on digesting her. And soon came the pain as it singed and sizzled on her exposed skin, her feathers all plucked away by the acids set loose on her form.

As she screamed and thrashed in her final moments of desperation, the stomach began to glow as well. A pink mist, like candy smoke, rose all around her mostly-immersed body. It thrummed and glowed, a heartbeat rhythm that illuminated the sloshing surroundings. In another context, it would have been quite pretty. In the current one, it gave light for Chazori to watch her own body being melted down by those horrible alien digestives.

The process was even farther along than she had thought. Her limbs were outright disappearing, not even bone lasting long under the constant burning onslaught. She was simply vanishing. Hardly even a trace left behind but for that dangerously rising liquid, threatening to simply drown her before it finished melting her. It would have probably been a mercy.

The last glimpse she saw was of her most precious bits between her thighs getting treated to the same unstoppable digestion as the rest of her. By then she was simply going numb, her brain flooding her with endorphins to try to block out the pain. But even with the lack of sensation, getting to see her own genitals melted away before her, so conveniently lit up by that otherworldly smoke floating all around the caustic chamber, was the last thing she could manage. Her eyes rolled back, her beak fell open, and she passed out. Never to awake.

Meanwhile the beast kept pleasuring herself to the squirms and twitches of her prey. She didn't quite go over the edge yet, working up and working up, peaking but edging, letting her hand and entire soak in the juices running slickly down. It was only when her gut gave a particularly drastic squeeze, one that she felt crush inwards on the bird's weakened body, and snuff her out entirely, that she came. Those last few automatic twitches of muscles from the dead bird were simply so exciting to feel, knowing they were absolutely the last the cute little chocobo had to offer. The beast squirted out, streaming it across the floor, making a nice little river that reached all the way to the bed, trickling up the sheets before the huffing, clenching, grunting climax finally slowed. Left dripping, soaking in her own seat, her thighs a mess of shining juices, the beast was finally satisfied. She swayed her tail some, flopping it over the arm of the chair, and simply laid back. The delicate little bird wasn't going to take long to be completely stripped down, all her precious nutrients, all that had made her whole, harvested away and added to the stripper's enormous curves. Licking her teeth and tasting what remained of the avian's flavour, the demon rubbed over everything Chazori was about to add to. Her thighs, thick and powerful. Her bouncy, padded ass. Her great big squishy tits. They were all to be the bird's legacy. But for the moment, the beast simply needed a nap, and so she laid her head back, closing her multiple eyes, and finally relaxed with her belly full of churned up meat.

It took less than an hour to fully digest the ill-fated bird. The beast woke up with a grunt, and yawned, before belching up a feather to flutter to the ground. It was oddly untouched by digestion, but for the slime coating it. The stripper picked it up and placed it on a shelf. It'd make a cute accessory for her next show. But for the moment, it was time to get rid of the bird's remains.

She strutted out into the hallway, still bottomless, and feeling good. Her hips reached nearly to both walls at once, meant anyone who got in her way had to duck between her legs or simply get plowed over and even stepped on. She wasn't stopping for anyone. Once she reached the bathroom, she just locked it behind her and sat her huge ass down on the biggest toilet there.

"Gonna be a big one," she said out loud, triggering a beep from the seat beneath her.

"Heavy load mode activated! Batten down the hatches!" said a cheery-sounding robotic voice.

With that, she began to finally rid herself of the bird. A puff, a crude noise, a flex of her thick hole, and then came that crackling noise as she started to squeeze out all that remained of poor digested Chazori. A solid chunk of nearly black shit thudded hard into the bottom of the bowl. It was followed by a softer pierce adorned with the bird's ruined feathers that made the beast squirm a bit. That tickled. Then a few more great big pieces, strew with ruined flecks of bone to make them more solid. The demon hmmmed and grunted as she disposed of her meal, thinking back to seeing that sweet face in the crowd. The sex was good, but shitting her out for good was even better.

After a full minute of grunting and squeezing, the toilet was packed. The last few pounds of former chocobo were softened, smooth, but she wasn't done just yet. One last hard squeeze produced a crunch, and out crumbled the shattered skull of the digested bird, pulverized by that clenching ass. It topped off the filth like a grave marker. There lay Chazori. Eaten by an alien stripper.

Once clean, the beast stood and couldn't help but briefly admire what she'd done. To think that steaming mess used to be a living, breathing person. But she didn't stare, and simply turned away to give a dismissive command.

"Flush."

"Flushing!" said the cheery automated voice. "Congratulations! That's your... six-hundred-and-twenty-third... best score! Thanks for stopping by."

The water overtook all that was left of the bird, and then that pile was sucked down the pipes and blasted out to space, to disappear into the infinite darkness beyond. Stepping into the shower, the big rex-beast got to lathering up those tits of hers, then work down to her hips, where definitely felt a bit of extra pudginess. Well, she'd work that bird off with enough shaking her ass, and that would be it. Nothing left of her. Ejected into space and forgotten.