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Mahiri wasn't really sure why he even thought of stepping foot in a place like this one. He already had a favourite club across town, one that didn't make him feel like he was going to get murdered or shot up with drugs the moment he stepped through the door. The lights were low, strobing uncomfortably, and the beats were gratingly hard, industrial. Or maybe someone was just beating on some trash cans somewhere. Either way, he could feel the bass rumbling up his spine, obnoxious at first, and then strangely infectious.

Eyes were certainly on him when he entered, as they often were anytime a pretty girl entered a room. The leopard had his hair down, shining that deep red he'd coloured it. His fur was smoothed and finely groomed, and he was all dressed up in his girliest of outfits. A short black skirt was under constant threat of being lifted by his own swishing tail. That would have revealed the lacy red-black panties beneath, clinging tight to the feminine curves of his backside. Stockings and warmers covered him from thigh to toe, shoulder to wrist, and a light blouse hung loosely around his upper half, partly covering up the flat-chestedness that was the only hint to anyone looking upon his girly form that he wasn't actually female. Despite the shape of his hips.

Usually, crossdressing like that made the cat feel so comfortable and confident. He liked a little attention, but he wasn't a huge whore for it. In a place like that one, he was getting far more than he even knew what to do with. Vicious, predatory eyes gleamed at him from the foggy darkness. He saw meaty guys licking their chops at him, or just flashing toothy grins and he was starting to wonder if the stories he'd heard weren't actually exaggerations. A dog eat dog kind of club, they said. He thought that was a metaphor.

Not a minute in that dark dwelling, and he was already feeling dishevelled. There was just something in the air. Musk, sweat, the smell of arousal or even actual sex. It was potent, thick wafting from various sweaty bodies, and he felt it clinging to him. Marking his fur just by standing in the presence of so many shameless individuals.

He saw bodies writhing against one another on the dance floor, or in the booths on the level above, and he was pretty sure there was more than just grinding going on between flashes of those blinding strobes. Given how well his feline eyes worked in the dark, the constant change of light was disorienting. The usual swishing strut he had when he was feeling sexy went away in favour of just a dazed stagger as he made his way to the nearest booth and just settled down. By the smell of the leather beneath him, someone had been fucked where he sat, and recently, but he was too dizzy to stand for the moment.

The whole adventure had most definitely been a bad idea and he was about ready to just turn around and leave before even ordering anything. Someone blocked his exit before he could slide out of that booth. A beefy lion had walked right up to him, drunkenly unsteady, thick arms crossed across a burly chest. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, which exposed his extensive muscle tone from shoulder to middle. He was the kind of guy Mahiri might have found attractive in other circumstances, all golden and muscled and dangerous-looking, but there was something in his eyes he didn't like. Maybe he was just projecting, given how uncomfortable he felt in that place.

"Leopard, huh?" the lion observed in, his speech slurred.

Mahiri blinked. "Uh, yeah." He let his voice drop to a lower register, just to make it abundantly clear he was male. Maybe that would dissuade the drunken lion.

It didn't stop the maned cat from going on. "That's pretty cool. Like a lion, but smaller and weaker, right?"

The leopard just threw up his hands and shrugged. He wasn't going to bother arguing. "Sure."

"Maybe you wanna have a little taste of greatness, huh? Might make your weak little bitch self a little tougher."

"Uh. No thanks." He wasn't sure but he thought that was supposed to turn him on, just insulting him like that. And well, it kind of worked in other circumstances. But it had to be more fine-tuned than that.

"Wasn't really asking," the lion growled, leaning closer, letting Mahiri smell just how much beer was on his breath. "Looks like someone needs to be reminded who the king is around here."

The leopard furrowed his brow. That was an ominous thing to say, but the lion was so visibly intoxicated Mahiri was pretty sure he could evade him. That was confirmed when he made a grab for the leopard's shirt, only to miss and nearly topple forward, grumbling, showing his teeth. Mahiri just scooted back into the booth, effectively out of reach. He wasn't much for upper body strength, but he pulled his legs up from under the table, curled, poised to kick the crap out of the bigger cat should he keep up his advances.

That was when he heard the thud. Just a shattering slam of something to the floor, sending shockwaves all through the club. The music skipped, drinks were spilled, and even the lion himself straightened back up, looking like he'd been sobered up in an instant. He shifted his eyes to the side, and so did Mahiri, following the lion's sudden, unexpectedly nervous gaze.

How he'd managed to miss seeing such a distinct figure on entering was beyond him, but Mahiri blamed the low lighting and dazzling flashes. Striding towards the two of them was the biggest reptile he had ever seen, every footfall of those three-toed boots making the tables around him bounce, glasses atop them clattering, splashing out their alcoholic contents in all directions. Not as big a stomp as the first, but still enough that Mahiri could feel them vibrating through the floor. The lion wasn't even paying attention to him anymore.

That enormous, black-scaled reptile was unlike anything Mahiri had ever seen before. More than being intimidated, he was simply curious. Just what kind of creature had those particular rough, bumpy scales and ridges, those great big grinning teeth, that enormous, dragging tail? Croc or gator wasn't quite right, and neither was dragon. He was wearing a loose pair of pants and a sleeveless top that no doubt had been custom made for a beast who easily towered over ten feet tall, which hid some of the details, but that bulge was considerable. His muscles and reflective scales made him look like an obsidian statue, massive to an extent he looked like he couldn't even be real.

Mahiri wasn't totally sure, but he was pretty sure he was looking at an actual dinosaur. Which were was rare as they were dangerous. There simply was no other explanation for the size, the ferocious features, and the great big stomps with every step the beast took. That was a t-rex if he ever saw one, and those yellow eyes were focused right down on both cats as he grinned, showing off a great many of those sabre-like teeth, as long as the leopard's forearm each. Shining, dripping with drool, visible even from that distance.

It occurred to him that running like hell was an option right then, especially with the lion distracted. That titan of a rex did not look like someone a comparatively tiny leopard wanted to deal with. Yet even as he thought of it, he didn't move a muscle, holding entirely still as if it might allow him to go unnoticed. Maybe some part of him just wanted to see what would happen.

Or maybe it was the potent scent of sweaty scales that the rex brought with him, swimming intoxicatingly through the air like a wall of fog. Absolutely masculine, invading the leopard's senses just as much as it seemed to taint his fur, coating him in a layer of rex musk that made him feel like he'd been dunked in a vat of dinosaur sweat.

When the mountainous shadow of a tyrannosaurus spoke, his voice was every bit as thunderous as his destructive steps had been. It didn't even sound like he was saying anything at first - simply growling out like a rusty old engine.

"He giving you trouble, girl?"

"It's fine, Jax," the lion insisted, but he was barely even looking at the beast beside him. "No trouble."

"Wasn't asking you, king." That last word was snarled out with particular distaste.

That seemed to get to the lion. He turned, and stood up as tall as he could. Which was plenty bigger than Mahiri, but in front of the rex, it just looked silly that he even tried.

"I saw her first. What, you think you just own everyone here? You can just have whoever you want?"

"Yes," the dino simply said, and he moved far faster than someone his size had any right to.

He had a fistful of the lion's mane in moments, provoking an angered snarl, which was soon muffled as Jax planted the big cat's muzzle directly into that bulge. A growl, and a rumble above, and the lion was helpless as he got his face rubbed all over the outline of an absolutely enormous cock and set of balls, clearly outlined in the beast's dark pants, especially as he started firming up. Mahiri could only watch, watching the other cat getting dominated, humiliated as he was outright humped by a monster of a reptile so much bigger than him.

As frightening as the sight was, made even more intimidating as the scene was framed in the smoke and flashing lights, the leopard couldn't help but feel a little hint of arousal. Maybe it was all the musk in the air. He could hardly believe how much the dinosaur was sweating. There were beads of sweat near the size of the leopard's head just rolling down from beneath his raised arms. The black scales and dark clothing partly concealed just how soaked he really was, but they couldn't hide that overpowering musk coming off of him. It was getting to Mahiri. Making him start to tent that skirt, just a little at first, but with no signs of slowing down.

Soon, the lion was dangling helplessly. His mane held strong, which may or may not have been lucky for him. He was hanging there in the air, held up in a single hand by the dinosaur, who just brought him up to mouth level and snorted steaming breath in his face. Unlike other reptiles, whose touch was often on the cool side, the rex was pure heat. Mahiri was feeling it from where he was, and the lion was starting to visibly sweat. He clawed at the rex's fingers, but they didn't even make a dent in those scales. All he could do was hang there, kicking, snarling, looking more like a pissy housecat than some king of beasts.

That would have been enough of a show. Everyone got the idea. The lion wasn't as tough as he said he was. But the rex had something much more intimidating in mind. He began to part his jaws, and he was drooling so heavily that Mahiri could hear the saliva smacking and slurping as thick strands stretched between his teeth and splashed in the lion's face. The rex took it slow - just spreading his maw wide, letting the lion see every single tooth, see his broad, dark-fleshed tongue slickly dragging over the backs of them. And of course, the darkness at the back of his throat, from which that rich, sweltering breath emerged, matting down the lion's mane with the sheer humidity soon clinging to it.

That cat looked so much less impressive with his mane all mussed like that, dignity already robbed of him. There was really no need to intimidate him further. Something about the domination was turning the dino on, too. He went right ahead and unzipped with a free hand, letting that great big cock of his drop out, swinging. Soft, but firming, and only projecting even more sweaty dino musk to the surroundings. Nobody moved to stop him, even showing off to all the club like that. Those who could see his shadowy scales in the dark, anyway.

Once seemingly satisfied with how long that intimidating look at his maw lingered, the rex soon just stuffed the lion forth. That planted his face directly on the dino's thick tongue, splashing and smearing him in drool as he sucked on his whole head, teeth sealed around his throat. Mahiri flinched for a moment, thinking a bite was coming. But rather than that, he instead soon heard a wet gulp, and all the muffled growling and complaining from the lion was mostly silenced as his face became nothing more than a bulge in a giant reptile's gullet. That rex was going to eat him, right there in front of everybody.

The heavy music from the dance floor below just painted the scene in an even more hedonistic light. That dark dinosaur, stroking at his dick, dripping an excessive glob of pre right down to the floor as he got himself hard to the pleasure of eating a lesser male alive. There was no need to undress his prey. His gut could deal with clothing. He simply kept stuffing the lion down his throat, swallowing loudly, making the leopard shiver a little every single time he heard those messy gulps. Those teeth found purchase on the lion's muscles too, piercing skin but not doing much real damage. Just gnawing, telling his meal how much worse things could be for him, at the dominant predator's slightest whim.

Once he got past the halfway point, the lion started kicking wildly, letting desperation creep into his movements. He might even have been calling for help, judging by all the muffled noise coming from within the hungry dinosaur. No one moved to save him. It was far too late. And so his struggling legs descended beyond those teeth, embraced by that constricting gullet and dragged out of sight. His feet and his tufted tailtip followed shortly behind. One more heavy, sloppy-sounding gulp, and the big cat was gone.

A thud in the dino's solid muddle made him snort, and he started rapidly stroking his treetrunk cock, spurting splats of pre on whatever or whoever happened to be around him. Mahiri felt one big glob hit him in the face, coating his every feature in musky heat. It got in his nose, in his mouth, even in his ears, and it left his fur and hair an utter mess. The scent was part of him in moments, no matter how many napkins he snatched up from the holder, wiping down his face as that carnal heat invaded him.

The rex thumped his chest a few times, and Mahiri could hear something vicious churning up. Like a volcanic eruption there came a spittle-flinging belch, roared out for all to hear. Mahiri heard it for only a few seconds before all went briefly silent. When his hearing came back, his ears were ringing, and the dino was slurping his dripping chops, surely still tasting the lion there. The cat had been a bulky, muscular thing, but those scales barely even showed sign of him. Just a meal, and not even an especially big one for the giant, drooling, prehistoric monster.

All the while, Jax was still stroking his fat shaft, making himself crudely grunt and snort as his tip leaked a juicy deluge of pheromone-laced fluid. He seemed to be scanning for something. Until those eyes fell squarely on the leopard. Mahiri gasped, scooting against the back of the booth, trying to look as small as possible. He wasn't grabbed, but instead just the sole target of that cock when it went extra rigid, flexing, veins bulging, and then unloaded all that the beast's fat, sweaty balls had churned up. It hit him like a tidal wave, flattening him to the seat as torrent after torrent poured over him. Drenching him from head to in between his toes, outright pinning him there in the steaming, musky load. His clothes were soaked and ruined, barely even clinging to him anymore, and his spots had vanished beneath the layer of cream. His hair wasn't even red anymore, washed clean of the dye that usually lasted him weeks.

He couldn't move. Couldn't see, couldn't hear with his ears all clogged up like that. And he couldn't breathe for a few seconds either, until a firm grip plucked him out from that mess. The entire booth was ruined, marked from end to end, and the leopard limply dangled in that grasp, stunned and forgetting where he even was at that point. The potent musk didn't stop pumping out into his nose, onto his tongue, ensuring he never quite recovered from his unfocused state, like he'd been drugged.

"You're a cute little bitch, aren't you? You make a good girl. Might even say you count as one."

Jax's voice rumbled over the leopard's body, felt in every muscle. Mahiri didn't know what to say. He eventually got his faced wiped off enough that he could see, though there were still great big strands of rex cum hanging from his everything. He was barely even recognizable as himself at that point, just some creamed mess that may or may not have been a cat. As vision came back into focus, as much as it could, he saw that enormous beast staring right at him, grinning, showing his teeth, inches away from his soft body.

"Think I'll keep you around a while. You'll make a good little sweat rag while I eat all these pathetic little mammals just sitting around here. Maybe I'll even let you go if you worship me well enough."

Before Mahiri could protest or say anything else, he was stuffed face-first right under one of the rex's arms, right into that humid pit. Sweat drops rained over his face, down his entire body, washing off some of the smearing cum, but replacing it with something that stuck its scent to him just as much. It was so hot that steam was rising off of the leopard's body as all that sweat dripped from his form, marking his spots in a musk so powerful it was quite possibly going to be permanent.

That mind-melting masculine musk turned all his thoughts into a haze. He hung limply in the huge male's grasp, brought from one armpit to the other, rubbed all over the scales beneath, acting as little more than a towel, not able to move much at all. Until he felt those fingers tightening around his body, feeling as strong as a snake's coils, starting to strain his ribs from the pressure.

"Unless you wanna end up a stain on the floor, you better start licking. I like stepping on pretty things like you."

That was more than needed be said, as Mahiri began to slurp as thoroughly as he could in moments, channelling up some energy from a hidden reserve. A little fear helped with that. He licked and drank the rapidly flowing sweat right from the source, left shaking and shivering as that manly reptile taste overwhelmed him, left his rough tongue feeling simply numb after a short while. That had him swallowing so much fresh perspiration that he was feeling full, waterlogged with it before long, his very breath steaming out as that heat emanated from within his own belly.

"Good girl." The rex pulled him away, tugging at his tail roughly with two fingers. There wasn't enough energy in the leopard to whimper. "Bet you think a big guy like me doesn't like getting his ass licked. Well, guess what."

Mahiri was helpless to do anything but be directed exactly where the rex wanted him. And that somewhere was right down the back of his pants, beneath that titanic tail that lifted up just enough to allow the cat under it. There was an enormous amount of sweat there as well, all but a puddle gathered there, leaving him swimming in it. That also introduced him to the great fat donut of a pucker the rex was sporting, as indulgently thick as might have been expected by a creature as audacious as him.

Soon he was trapped right up against it, smothered in sweaty rex ring from face to middle, and then shoved even tighter up against it when the rex just hiked his pants right back up, re-fastening them so that the leopard had nowhere to go. He was left kissing against that flexing hole, feeling it clench in pleasure at his slightest squirm, threatening to simply drag him in. If he disappeared inside it, he had no doubt he wouldn't be able to outmuscle its squeezes. That would have been the humiliating end.

"That's it, bitchcat. Better do a good job worshipping my asshole if you don't want me to end up shitting you out of it later tonight, right along with that fucking lion."

That was about as good a threat as he needed. He got his tongue working, as much as he couldn't even feel it anymore. It felt so small and insignificant compared to such a hulking monster, but he got a satisfied snort out of the rex after working it hard for for a while.

"Little ass-eating slut. Keep it up. You don't want me getting bored with you."

Mahiri could only give his best guess at what was going on outside of his sweltering prison, sweat raining down all around him, while he tasted that black, flexing ring over and over. Making sure his worship didn't falter for a second. Partly out of fear for what Jax might do to him. And partly for just how good it tasted, all that musk and sweat, constantly flowing to clean off, again and again, like it was never going to run out.

That was when company arrived. It was no rescue party, for certain. A group of four were standing in front of the giant dinosaur, wielding an assortment of weapons. In one case, a machete. That was tapping against the palm of a busty lioness, her curvy shape contrasting the vicious look on her face, lips drawn back to show her teeth. She was leading the pack, flanked by a posse of similarly pissed-off-looking mammals. A well-muscled zebra male, standing tall, rubbing at a pair of brass knuckles he wore. A short but unhinged-looking hyena female, vibrating on the spot with barely-suppressed lunacy as she dragged . A long-legged serval fellow with a feminine build, a bit like Mahiri himself, but much more deadly in appearance as he adeptly flicked a pair of butterfly knives around in each hand.

"What's up, warmbloods?" the dinosaur snorted, folding his arms. That made them bulge out even more noticeably.

The lioness ran a claw over the blade she carried, producing an unpleasant scraping noise. "I'll be honest. Didn't much care for him. Still one of ours, though. And that means we're having lizard soup tonight."

The rex thumped his stomach a few times. "He's still squirming, you know. Not for much longer. Maybe you can even have some of him back."

"Don't care either way. It's the principle of the matter."

"Hear that? Oh, he's gurgling hard. Little mammals like him don't last long in my gut, you know."

Mahiri could certainly hear the dinosaur's stomach working in overdrive, muffling out any cries the lion gave inside there. If he was even still alive. He just kept eating that sweaty ass, trying to picture what was going on out there by sound alone. It wasn't like he had many other options.

The gang approaching with their weapons flashing were all different species, but they had the coordination of a pack, or perhaps a pride, under the lioness' leadership. Soon they were circling as she remained in front, taking up spots on each side of the giant dinosaur, standing poised. He didn't move. Instead, he just patted his belly a few more times and churned up another belch, Nowhere near as room-shaking as before, but still thick, hefty, juicy, rumbling out for all to hear.

"Oh wait, there he goes. One lion, digested. Who's next?"

As if to answer that, the zebra came forth, striking hard with those knuckles, hitting the rex somewhere around the side of the knee. It would have been enough to shatter bone on an average person, the impact reverberated right up to that musky prison where the leopard was trapped, but that didn't stop him from continuing his tireless worship. Nor did it make the dinosaur flinch. He simply looked down to the attacking equine, and gave a shrug.

In an instant, that powerful zebra was snatched right up, just like the lion before him. Where the big cat had been teased a little, mocked even, with that striped male, the rex wasted no time. The equine was kicking and punching at gums, at teeth, at tongue as he was stuffed into those slimy, dripping jaws. A few gnaws and bites came to his thick body, but a shake of the huge reptile's head and down he went, forced into that gaping, constricting throat, and sent bulging towards that lion-filled gut. Predator and prey, together in the greater predator. The leopard heard the gurgles starting right up again, loudly churning in welcome to the fresh, live meat.

At the sweet sensation of prey squirming inside him once more, the rex gave a few squeezes to his firming cock, letting it harden right in front of everyone, projecting its potent musk in all directions. That gave all those attackers pause, faltering in their aggressive stances, biting their lips or curling their toes or even just lifting their tails in the serval's case. He looked all ready to make a stab for the dino, but he went so far as to outright fold up his knives, earning him an angry glare from the lioness. But that heated scent was working on her too, keeping her from lunging, making her pace restlessly, trying to hide just how wet she was getting.

Not so subtle about it was the hyena, who was softly snickering to herself as arousal took over her entire mind. She was soaking in moments, the scent of horny hyena enough to nearly penetrate that overwhelming cloud of reptilian musk. Not quite. She was letting her tongue hang out, nearly drooling on herself as she just gave in entirely to her sweat-induced lust. It didn't matter what she was supposed to be doing.

Seeing her, the rex gave a chuckle, and just reached down to scoop her up in one hand. The other, he kept firmly on his dick, giving it a squeeze as it grew to its full size once more. It was bigger than the entire spotty girl in his palm, and soon she was directed towards it. Onlookers expected her to end up sliding down it, given how easy at it would have been, she instead was given a treat befitting her shameless state of need.

The dino planted her face directly against its base, nestling her nose right in between his balls, and just smothered her there for a time, letting her bathe in his freely-flowing sack sweat until it was rolling down her body, sticking her clothes tightly to her, making her spots become visible as the fabric became translucent with how wet it was.

She didn't smell like herself anymore, and it didn't even take long. All was overwritten by the rex's absolutely thought-searing musk. He dragged her upwards, smearing his cock all over her face as he rubbed her up and down against it, using her like a cloth as much as a toy, pleasuring himself and getting some pre flowing down to pool atop her ears flattening them to her head with the weight. Other creatures might have passed out at that point, but a hyena like her had the constitution to just keep sniffing and swallowing, wallowing in his absolute masculinity

Soon she was outright hugging that cock. Humping it even. She was still very much clothed, but her clothing was a hardly a barrier anymore given just how soaked it was. Her pussy went gliding up and down those pulsing feet as he squeezed her tight to his shaft, smearing every inch of her in heavy pre as it oozed down over her in a creamy drizzle. Even Mahiri heard her sharp whoop of pleasure as she just outright came from that domination, squirting hard, shaking, kicking out, cackling at first and then just panting heavily. Once she'd gushed that pleasure right out, she fell limp, perhaps unconscious for a time.

"Nnnf. Excitable little things, you hyenas. Bet you'll giggle for me while I digest you." Jax licked his chops for emphasis.

The rex still hadn't cum, but he was dripping so generously he was flooding the area around in his sex-scented juices. The hyena responded with a sharp cackle, maybe a bit alarmed, but she was too far gone in orgasm and intoxication to actually argue. Even once those jaws stretched wide for her, brimming with slimy drool, raining down upon her body. Which surely couldn't have been any wetter at that point.

Up she went, clutched tight in all his fingers, like he was going to crush her right there. But instead he just popped her up into his jaws, catching her on his outstretched tongue with a wet plap, then reeling her in to massage from one cheek to the other just for a little while. Sucking some of the juices out of her. Which was a loud process, filling the club with lewd noise to rival the steady industrial beats. No one had moved or bothered to come interfere even as hulking dinosaur dominated and even ate the patrons. Security was nowhere in sight, perhaps uncaring, or simply knowing they couldn't stop him.

A toss of his head sent those spotted legs flailing, and those giggles were soon muffled in throatflesh as he swallowed her down in a single gulp. She wasn't big, but she was a fighter. Yet as she was devoured, all that fight was gone. It'd been musked right out of her by that pumping cock, its scent along making her cum so hard that her limbs still hardly worked right. Only her voice remained strong, still audible in her whooping calls from inside the rex's stomach. Which was only just starting to bulge out, with three entire meals inside, contained beneath his scales like they were nothing. Well, two and a half meals at that point, as the gurgles on the motionless lion continued, reducing him to a less and less recognizable form.

Mahiri was all but unconscious by then, lacking enough air to really keep going, and he was snapped out of his dreamy state by the rex's grip upon his hair. Yanked right out of his pants, he dangled for a moment, limply, and then collapsed inelegantly into a booth he was tossed at. Discarded, at least for the moment, stewing in sweat and the juices that had spilled there. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling, his tongue hanging out against his cheek, mouth open wide as he panted and refilled his lungs with what air hadn't been tainted by the dinosaur musk permeating everything. Which wasn't much.

That was when the rex just dropped those pants, which didn't so much crumple to the floor as splash, given just how much sweat they had accumulated by then. His boxers were similar, having to be peeled off of his thighs and big fat donut hole. It was shining with how well the kitty had polished it, or so the leopard liked to think as he remained sprawled and dizzy, feeling like the room was a carousel. He was free from the brutal beast's attention for the time being, but he wasn't going to have the strength to slip away anytime soon.

With just two former attackers left, the rex's appetite wasn't slowing down. Even the lioness, once so defiant, ready to cut someone right up for an insult, was looking awfully unfocused. She was swinging her tufted tail, growling to herself as if upset at her own lack of willpower. But she was definitely turned on, definitely breaking to the tyrannosaurus' will just by swimming in his humid presence. Newly naked, the dinosaur crouched down to her level, grinning as he licked the taste of her former companions off of his teeth.

"Well, just the two of you now. Since you were apparently their leader, I'll let you choose what you want most. Seems pretty fair of me."

As he spoke, he just casually reached out and snatched up that long-earred serval, who had grown so lost in his own horniness he didn't even notice he'd been grabbed for several seconds. Once he did, he just purred and chirped. The rex went on.

"You wanna huff my ass or take my cock? Little kitty here gets the other one. Not even sure what he is, but he looks cute enough."

The lioness shot a look upwards as if she resented the very question, at least at first. The more she looked over that cock, casually spitting gobs of indulgently hot juices in her direction, the more her defiant nature broke down. She just dipped her head and let out a frustrated yowl at just how much she wanted it. No matter how foolish it was to give in to him. She couldn't, in all her willpower, muster up the strength to even deny her own desires.

She met the wiggling serval's eyes, exchanging a silent conversation between the two of them. The male cat vibrated excitedly all the while, and she softly smiled.

"He wants your dick. I can tell. You should give it to him."

The rex chuckled. "Don't normally fuck guys. Unless they're cats. What is with you pussies and your girly asses? Stupidly fuckable."

He seemed almost calmed for a moment, until he just grabbed that lioness out of nowhere. A shove, flattening her to the floor on her back, and he sat down hard right on top her face, squishing that tiretruck pucker right around her muzzle, enveloping her to the ears in sweaty, spit-shined dinosaur asshole. His feet were still planted, so he wasn't sitting his entire weight on her, but there was still plenty of pressure. She wasn't going anywhere, meekly tonguing the inside of that thick-scaled backside, barely getting a single gasp of air.

As for fucking that other feline, it wasn't the kind of thing that seemed exactly possible at first glance, given cock and cat were roughly the same size. One was throbbing as hard as the other was rumbling. The cat kept his tail lifted high, and that spire of rex meat was well-lubed. Neither party seemed like they were disinclined to trying. Soon, the rex was giving some prods beneath that spotted, lifted tail while he continued to mercilessly smother the lioness in ass.

Somehow, it actually seemed to be working. Slowly, he was spreading that flexible feline rim out to an extreme degree. Seemed the kitty was no stranger to taking it under the tail, given just how accommodating he proved. As much as it was possible to take a shaft like that one, anyway. Those cheeks spread wide, and the cat whimpered at first, and then just mmmm'ed out, barely even able to purr anymore. His limbs started flailing about, and soon he was just dangling there off of the dinosaur's cock, getting pulled up and down it while the fat head of that shaft bulged out in his belly. Then even higher, leaving the cat looking more a condom than a living thing.

Jax didn't bother to even thrust. He just used the pretty feline as a sex toy, a little pocket pussy to pump up and down his dick. The cat was increasingly helpless, not even in control of his arms or legs anymore. Nor his cock, as he pulsed out and soon just climaxed suddenly, cumming out a few long ropes of his cream, only to repeat, and repeat. Orgasm after orgasm, forced out of him without even trying. As that constant stream of cat cum became watery, he started to squirm more, things going numb, overstimulating after being forced to an instant peak with every single thrust made into his body.

With that obscene bulge stretching from belly to chest, it left the question of how it was even possible to survive a penetration like that. It wasn't. On a particular rough yank of the serval's body down around that battering ram of a rexcock, there was an alarming crunching sound and the cat yelped out sharply, only for the sound to be immediately cut off. His body jolted, shocked by something, and then fell almost instantly limp. Just dangling there off of the dinosaur's shaft, life fucked right out of him by the biggest dick he'd ever seen.

That didn't seem to give Jax any pause. In fact, it made him cum. He snorted out, flexed, and those massive balls of his pulled tight. The kitty seemed to spring to life once more, but it was merely because he was being used like a nozzle at the end of a firehose, the rex's cum gushing right out of his mouth and nose as it overfilled his belly in seconds. He became a sloshing balloon, while seed hosed out of him to the floor below, painting an entire section of seats down, and anyone who didn't have the good sense to get the hell out of the way when the rex was on a rampage like that.

When that destructive orgasm ceased, the rex's cock slumped a little, but the cat remained stuck right in place, drooping some, sloshing plenty, still dripping and drooling all that overflow. He didn't slump forth much, just his head and arms, the rest of him propped up by Jax's hard dick. Which he soon was plucked from, flopping around in the hefty beast's grip and brought to his jaws.

"No sense wasting meat. Especially springy cat meat," Jax grunted to the dead feline, tossing him into his mouth.

A few rough gnaws made some messy noises, probably cracked a few bones, but it wasn't like he was hurting his prey. As brutal as it seemed. He chewing on him for a while, not destroying him, just softening him up for the gulp. Down he went, outright fucked to death, but still vaguely twitching as he descended into the dinosaur's gullet and his gut below. Just more for the mass of digesting morsels compressed within, some of them still moving, but not much anymore. No one could stand up to that kind of heat for long.

That left just the lioness, still pinned, and not exactly getting a lot of air. As powerfully arousing as his musk was, it wasn't exactly life-sustaining. She was starting to grow faint, starting to squirm, to kick a little, huffing dino ass in hopes of finding some air down where she was squished into that thick hole. No such luck, especially when Jax just stretched his legs out, relaxing down and putting plenty more weight down on the lioness' face, though the softness of his asshole contrasted his scales well enough that she wasn't crushed. Merely suffocated, slowly.

Even if some part of her was getting off on it, kicking while unable to draw breath was totally natural. Jax didn't seem to notice, and just set to untying one of his great big boots. They audibly sloshed as he touched them, outright filled to the brim with his accumulated sweat, some of which came trickling out to puff even more pheromones and masculine dinosaur odour into the air. Most people had left the club by then, but those who remained, and hadn't simply lost consciousness or descended into a uncontrollable lust-fuelled orgy from the scent, were hit with yet another increase in the brain-breaking dosage.

He set those boots aside, and pried off one of his socks too. Those were like water balloons at that point, swinging back and forth utterly full of just as much of that fluid. He kept those propped against his boots, and flexed his toes, stroking his cock while he smothered the lioness. Harder, longer. Not caring she was getting no air. Or that her struggles were getting slower and slower, gasping uselessly against that dark, hot flesh while her lungs remained empty. Kicking, then merely twitching, and then slumping. But not before going rigid all over, and bucking her hips as she squirted down her thighs, a wild orgasm all but forced out of her by the sweaty domination, the lack of air, right before she expired. He sat his huge ass right on her face until he'd snuffed her soaked self right out, clenching his teeth together in a snarl of cruel pleasure once he finally felt her stop moving.

Once he was sure she wasn't going to wake up again, he stood up, prying her off of his ass. Dangling her by one ankle, he tossed her into the air and snapped her up in one big bite, clacking teeth together. It looked impressive, but it wasn't perfectly accurate, resulting in him biting deep into one of her thighs. That got slurped in soon enough, joining the rest of her. He didn't both savouring her. She was just dead meat to swallow down, whole. With that final gulp, he'd devoured the entire little posse, breaking their minds with his musk until they didn't even mind submitting to their superior predator. It was just where mammals belonged.

He was finally starting to feel satisfied with all the meat in his middle, but there was one more visitor he wasn't done with. Mahiri probably wouldn't have really recovered from his musk-drunk state for hours, but he was startled to awareness by a sudden river of sweat being poured over him by that upturned boot, as Jax shook it and emptied all its contents all over him. Mahiri sputtered and sat up sharply to keep from drowning, but before he could get to his feet he was snatched up by the ankle and lifted high into the air, dangling haphazardly over the railing above the dancefloor below.

"That's right, kitten. I didn't forget about you. Saved you for last. You're pretty enough to play with a for a while, but not while I'm hungry." Jax patted his filled gut. "They'll hold me over for now. But I bet it'd feel good to digest your bitch ass too. So don't get too comfortable."

The leopard just started at the inverted visage of the vicious tyrannosaurus. He knew there wasn't a single thing he could do or say to change his mind about anything, and so he just actually shrugged, upside-down. That actually made Jax break his intimidating demeanour for a moment to laugh. Though even that was pretty frightening to witness, and painfully loud as anything else he did.

"Heh. Kitty knows his place. And that's beneath me. Maybe I ought to hammer it into his head a little anyway."

With that, Mahiri was on the floor, tossed heavily on his back. The impact hurt at first, but everything was so numb by that point, he had no complaints. Jax was standing right above him, those colossal balls hanging down between his powerful thighs, dripping sweat and cum alike. In all his exhaustion, the cat managed to little more than vaguely getting his hands up in front of him before those nuts came right down on his face. They thumped hard and smothered their scent into his features, grinding and smearing even more fluids into his gasping muzzle.

And he kept going. Dipping down, grinding, and then up again. The thudding impact was tremendous, and he was pretty sure he heard the floor splitting open around him as the he was aggressively teabagged by that sweaty rex nuts. Or maybe that was his own bones he was hearing, given how hard those balls were beating down on him. But he didn't feel any pain, just the deafening slams and slaps of thick sack to his pretty little face, getting dominated in such crude fashion, over and over as the dinosaur simply had his way with him.

By the end, his muzzle stung a little from the repeated slaps, but he wasn't much worse for wear. Jax grabbed him again, and before he could even gasp out, he was getting dunked down into that sweat-filled sock. It immersed him right up to his neck, acting like a jacuzzi minus the bubbles, but perhaps even hotter than one. A few degrees warmer, and the cat probably would have been cooked. As it stood, he was just going to have to huff and gasp in there as the steam rose from all that musky fluid around him.

That was when the sock got even fuller, thanks to the rex's toes, shoving in right alongside him. He was soon squished down to the very bottom, but at least he wasn't drowned, as the extra pressure squeezed plenty of the sweat right out. Instead, he just ended up pinned right beneath one of Jax's huge feet, feeling the rough scales of his soles flexing against him as he got his sock back on. And then into his boot they went.

The smell of sweaty leather was just one more sensation to add to the rest. More concerning was the pressure coming from above. Mahiri had lost all sense of where he was, which way was up, but it seemed that the rex was outright standing on him, stepping on him. He was pinned between the relatively soft base of that boot, and the hard foot above him, squished down firmer, firmer. First the breath was knocked out of him, and then he felt his body simply start to give way as he breathlessly whimpered. But then Jax relented, simply kneading at the cat with his toes, rubbing his feet up and down that soaking wet fur and letting it massage his foot.

He repeated the process a few more times. Pressing down just hard enough to make Mahiri think he was about to be crushed to paste in one decisive stomp, but letting go before he actually hurt the cat. Much. He was still sore by the time Jax hauled him back out, kicking off that boot with some jarring motions, then sliding the sock back off and retrieving the tenderized feline. This time, he held him right up by the scruff, pinching it with two fingers and having no trouble holding his entire body weight with those digits.

"Could probably keep playing with you a while, but from the look in your eyes, you're not even feeling it anymore. Are you?" The rex chuckled , holding the cat near his face, letting his breath hotly puff in Mahiri's face. "Might be fun to keep you around. Have a cute little slut for a slave. But when I see pretty things like you, I can't help but imagine how good it'll feel to melt you down to nothing. Get ready to die in my gut, pussy."

Despite everything that had been done to him up until then, Mahiri somehow drew upon the deepest reserve of energy he had and gasped out one single word.

"Wait..."

"No," said Jax plainly, and he tossed the leopard into the air, catching him right on his tongue.

Up went the cat, pressed against the roof of the tyrannosaurus' mouth, then swished side to side. Tasted from every angle, tongue pressing over his back, his face, right up under his ruined skirt to slurp him from taint to tailbase with surprising oral dexterity. The cat mrowled and sputtered, getting splashed in the face by all that hot drool, while Jax's irresistibly humid breath knocked the higher thought right out of him. It was almost like he just devolved right there, reverting to a more feral state as sentient thoughts faded in all that heat, the musk still clinging to him, leaving him nothing more than a yowling mess wriggling around there in the prehistoric predator's mighty jaws.

That tongue slathering over him eventually became more like a beating than a tasting. Smacking him around, pushing him up against the maw around him while he got all his flavour sucked out him. What little of his own remained, delicate feline aromas long since washed over by heady t-rex musk. The schlurking sounds were loud enough to hurt his ears, and his fur was cleaned right up only to be ruined again by that flood of saliva. Jax was already drooling, but getting a good last taste of his feline prey was really making it flow, splashing all around the leopard until it was more river than trickle.

Similar was the big wet gulp that finally finished him off. It came all at once, tossing him into that gripping gullet, kneading him from head to toes and then bulging him downwards, all scrunched up into a ball of kitty. Mahiri was feeling a bit battered, perhaps bruised, but for the most part he wasn't broken physically. Just mentally, to the point be barely even mustered more than a weak mewl as he was swallowed whole by the dinosaur, squeezed down in seconds until he was squishing into that slimy stomach. At first he thought he was outright burning up in the blazing heat, but that wasn't quite it.

Not that he was going to last long in there. The air was thick and acidic, lacking what his lungs needed, soon burning his throat with the mere effort to breathe. Plenty of other prey was packed in there with him, in various stages of goopy, sloshing digestion, churning all around him. It was cramped, uncomfortably hot, and deafening. Glorp, glorp, glorp was all he heard anymore, ringing in his ears as his body simply started shutting down, unable to even think inside that deadly, overwhelming chamber.

. Every squeeze of the rex's belly taking a little more out of the spotted cat, clenching him tighter and tighter. Crushing, suffocating, or simply immersing him completely in all the fluids and bodies around him, adding him to the mass of prey deep inside like any other meat. At first, he was giving a good squirm. Treading water in those many fluids, keeping himself above the surface. Then, he was weakening, giving in, submerging. Gurgling on the digestives that invaded his orifices. And then giving a few last violent twitches as his body simply ceased to function, until he stopped moving entirely. Snuffed out by those powerful digestives.

"Heh. Bye, cat," Jax softly chuckled.

Maybe he was the dinosaur's favourite, but he was still prey. That was what mammals were for as far as he was concerned. The club had emptied right out by then, bathed in the scent of rex, and so his final triumphant belch echoed lewdly along the glimmering walls. The lights still flashed away, but there was no one there to really appreciate it. So, just to be sure everyone within several blocks knew what he'd done, he projected a roar up towards the ceiling, spreading his arms wide and tilting his head right back, soon seeing debris clattering down from all around. Just a little more destruction to add to the ruin he'd inflicted upon the club.

His musk was on everything, and they were pretty much going to have to strip every last thing out of there just to get it out. It wasn't the kind of thing that just washed out. Otherwise people were just going to have to bump and grind with the rich scent of dino sex all around them. Maybe it would be an attraction. Or maybe no one would ever risk going there again, after such a display. Knowing he might be there, might be hungry again, and might pack them away along with another handful of warm, soft mammals like the ones currently gurgling away beneath his dark scales.

They were getting softer by the minute, rapidly disintegrating, liquefying under the constant onslaught of digestion. Six were becoming one, and what bits of them his ruthless body was already done melting down were passing deeper through his body. For all their various efforts, their undignified end was to be squeezing through his intestines. He hadn't even learned any of their names. There was no need. Every warmblood walking around was just meat in denial, and he was well-equipped to change their minds.

***

Jax might have been the king of all beasts, but his digestive system worked like any other. He'd spend some time just lazing around the club once he had it all to himself, digesting his prey along with a entire keg of beer he'd stolen from behind the bar and chugged down. That made for plenty more rex belches as he worked his meals into slop, and passed them through his system rapidly. Efficiently stripping them of the nutrients he needed, contributing to his muscled bulk, feeding his rippling strength. As if he needed to be any bigger.

His gut was soon as flat and taut as it had started, not showing any additional fat. He was far too muscular to get chubby on just a mere few people. His body was right about done with them, and that meant stomping off in search of the club's bathroom. It was a good thing everyone had cleared out, because he was going to need it all to himself. The first step was giving a sweeping strike with his tail, knocking the separators between stalls flat, so that he could actually fit. Then he was hauling his thick ass at least somewhat near one of the toilets, but not on it, given he'd probably just crush the porcelain.

That was about as far as his decency went, and what followed was far from suited for such ordinary-sized facilities. All those meals, the four cats, the hyena, the zebra, had been worked over thoroughly. They were all together now, in one massive load of dinosaur shit. One he was squeezing out with a slightly lusty grunt, just thinking about how they looked before he ate them. The looks on their faces, mostly defiant at first, then perhaps fearful, and soon enough, broken, needy, giving in to him. Even if it meant ending up part of a massive dump piling up in, on, and around a public toilet. One that soon couldn't even be flushed anymore with those huge, bone-strewn logs amassing.

Soon enough, he'd simply buried that one from top to bottom. There was still plenty of waste to push out, and he just huffed to himself as he did the dirty deed. Now and then he shuffled to the side, just evenly distributing the mess. A few dozen pounds of rex shit and that was another toilet ruined. The third didn't even last long as the logs grew firmer, rock solid really, requiring some good flexing effort to push them out of that hefty donut. That was mostly their bones, some of them still partly intact, and thoroughly stimulating on the way out. The rest were simply powdered and digested into tightly-packed pieces, dry and splashing down like rocks. Those fat chunks of shit wouldn't even flush. Just one toilet left relatively unscathed.

Thankfully, the last few squeezes were much softer. Filled with bits of fur and hair that had survived the journey, tickling some. Even making Jax chuckle briefly. Some of their clothes were there too, ruined beyond recognition. There was the leopard's skirt, though not so cute anymore. Remains of some jeans, or maybe a belt here and there. A few pokes from some metal studs the hyena had on her outfit. And the rest was just shredded, stained fabric. Not much to pick through, but topping off that mountain of shit, along with a few last small bones, it was just enough to let the next unfortunate person who found that mess know exactly what had happened. That it was the final state of several actual people, not just regular food.

Jax made an attempt at a flush for formality's sake, and predictably it wasn't doing anything. So he just shrugged and snatched up an entire roll of paper from the holder beside. That got thrown on top of the mess once he was done with it, and he turned to hose it down with a hot stream of piss as well. When that just ended up rolling down the filth to the floor below, he directed it towards the trio of urinals, but those were all overflowing in seconds. The room simply wasn't ready for him. It ended up a catastrophe, with every toilet ruined, piled high with rex shit, of various consistencies. Piss steamed on the floor. And he ended up accidentally breaking one of the sinks when he went to wash his hands. So that was gushing too.

A shrug, and he left, finding the club still deserted. So instead he got himself dressed again, and trudged out to see what other trouble he could get into. The six unfortunate meals had fed him well, but as he licked over his teeth and thought about how they tasted, how good it felt to dominate and devour them, and feel them wriggling down his gullet, he couldn't help but think he was a little hungry again. Maybe just one more. Or two. Or however many he wanted. He was a giant fucking tyrannosaurus, and there wasn't a single person alive who could stop him. And if there was, he'd eat them too.