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It had been a couple of months since Sarah had visited the Inn. She couldn't possibly ever forget how her first ever stay went, to the point where if she thought on it too much, she started walking funny. The itch had been scratched, but what she did not count on was it returning, and in greater force. The doe-dog tried her best to ignore the intense desire, what she could only describe as a hunger, but between her legs. It was dreadful and wonderful all at once. And it kept coming back, getting stronger, like waves on the shore as the tide comes in.

When it became too much to bare, Sarah put everything on hold and made plans to vacation at the Inn once more, as soon as possible.

The foyer was just as grand and welcoming as on her first day. Without hesitation, Sarah climbed the stairs to the floor above, skipping two at a time. Her weighty bulge swayed back and forth against her thighs and knees, packed tightly into a pair of dark, confining shorts. She made a bee line straight for the bar. That was where she had that intense experience, making her think if she returned there, maybe it would happen again. It was mid-afternoon when she arrived, finding the dining hall largely empty. But the bar was being tended by the same jackal she had encountered before. That was encouraging.

In an attempt to not seem nearly as desperate as she really was, Sarah slowed her gait and tried to approach in a casual manner, flashing a bright smile and waving.

"Hello!" the doe-dog called out before sitting down on the stool directly in front of the dusty colored, desert-dwelling canine.

"Oh hey, it's you. Was starting to wonder if I'd see you again. How are you?" Layla smiled, leaning against the bar, arms spread wide for support in a relaxed posture.

It inadvertently gave Sarah a lovely view of the jackal's cleavage. Or perhaps it was the point of the gesture.

"Oh... I'm alright. I can't complain too much. I had some free time so I thought I'd pay this place another visit. I really enjoyed my last trip." Sarah fought to keep from squirming, needing to rub her thighs together rather badly.

"Yeah, I'll be you did," Layla smirked, "Lemme guess... fire's burning again and you figured this would be a good place to get it quenched like last time?"

The canine-cervine's eyes widened and her expression shifted to surprise. A tinge of pink flushed across her cheeks. She had not expected to be found out so quickly or easily. Maybe it was more common a problem than she originally thought.

"Oh... uh... what makes you say that?" she tugged on the collar of her shirt.

It was actually a little on the tight side. She had not picked just the best outfit to wear, given she had arranged all of this on the spur of the moment. It left her chest compressed and held tight, while leaving little to the imagination.

"Well, for one thing," the jackal pointed to the lady's large, firm breasts, specifically the two very erect nipples tenting out her shirt, "The turkey's done. Also, I could smell you before you got to the bar. You've gotta be all kinds of pent up."

Sarah whimpered and dropped her chin onto the bar top, having hoped to maintain some degree of composure and civility, but her body had betrayed her. With a heavy sigh, she gave in to being discovered.

"Yeah... you've hit it right on the head. I didn't even pack a bag. I just called for a pick up and here I am. Didn't even call in to reserve a room." the well-endowed lady wrapped her arms around herself, trying not to fidget or stroke anything, at least not yet.

"Well, we can get you hooked up if you're interested in staying a night or two. It's the end of one of the tourist seasons so there are plenty of rooms available. I can even arrange for some company if you like." Layla smirked, offering the poor, suffering lady a coy wink.

"Yeah, about that... I was wondering if maybe," Sarah paused, slowly lifting her eyes to look the jackal in hers properly, "Maybe... is Liz available?"

"She's a little occupied right this second, but I can get her for you. I kinda figured you would want to see her. She wouldn't stop talking about you for a solid week after you left." Layla turned and began walking, exiting from behind the bar to come around and take a seat next to the doe-dog.

The bartending canid soon revealed that she had something in common with her hybrid guest. They were both exceptionally well swollen between the legs, only the jackal seemed to have an occupant bloating her sac outward. The grand, distended pouch writhed and squirmed, and even a soft moan could be heard rising up from the jackal's crotch from time to time. She dropped a paw down on the wriggling bloat and smiled.

Sarah was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the jackal's scrotum, quickly putting two and two together. That was what Liz was 'occupied' with at the moment.

"Wait, Liz is in there?" the doe-dog pointed, oh so tempted to reach out and rub the enticing bulge.

"Yup. She wanted to spend her day off in there. In fact, she likes to spend as much time in there as she can get. There's not many she likes diving into the balls of, and mine happen to be her favorite," Layla smirked, continuing to caress her heavy sac, even gesturing for Sarah to join in on the act, "One of the benefits of matrimony."

As soon as permission was given, the starry-eyed guest scooted to the edge of her stool and reached forward, pressing both paws in against the swell. It was incredibly warm to the touch, almost hot, and it moved in a hypnotic fashion. Sarah had thought it might be firm with Liz's form, but when she wasn't making contact with the cobra writhing about inside, the orbs were soft and yielded slightly under her touch, not unlike a very firm mattress.

As soon as the word 'matrimony' came up, she jerked back in surprise.

"Liz is your wife!?" she cried.

"That's right. Lucky me, I managed to snag myself a beautiful, seductive goddess of the ancient world with a sex drive that is as undying as she is!" Layla laughed, then gave her scrotum a gentle pat.

Sarah couldn't tell if that was meant to be a joke, but she wasn't as interested in that as the fact that the cobra who had done such incredible things to her was already married.

"I... I had sex with her," the doe-dog gasped, "Right in front of you!"

"You sure did," Layla nodded, "And you're not the first. And you won't be the last. I took her home that night and just about wrecked her, I was so worked up watching you two. Damn it was a good show. Anyway, you said you wanted to see her, let's see if I can coax the 'viper' out of the 'pit' if you'll forgive the joke."

The jackal leaned forward, taking both hands and cupping them against her enormously swollen scrotum. She gave the swell a strong knead, then a light shake. Sarah simply watched, unsure of what was to come.

"I... don't want to interrupt," the fidgeting guest said quietly, "I could just... you know... wait until she's done."

"Nah, if you let her, she'll just stay in there for days. I've been enjoying her for better than a solid week so far. It's time she came out," the jackal turned back to her groin, pressing her thighs against the bulge from either side, "Hey, honey. You've got a guest. Someone's here to see you."

A strong shift came from under the jackal's fur, making her shudder, but she bit back the moan that would have come with it. A quiet slosh sounded before the hidden snake fell still so she could speak.

"Well send them on in. I'm happy to share a room for a while." Liz replied, sounding like she was only lightly out of breath.

There was no telling how long she had been making her wife's sac dance.

"I don't think this one's quite ready for that. You'd best come on out." Layla rubbed fondly over the snake-filled sac, unzipping her pants to expose her generously sized sheath.

"Oh alright. Are we back home yet?" the cobra spun about, clearly preparing herself for her eventual evacuation.

"Nope, still at the bar. You're gonna make a scene, just the way you like it." Layla laughed, beginning to stroke her sheath, which swelled quickly.

An impressive spire of flesh emerged, extending just far enough that the jackal could have easily sunk the head into her own mouth. Sarah imagined she probably did fairly often, at least when she couldn't fine another mouth or similarly available orifice to take it. A steady pace was set and the canid began to huff, tilting her head back. A few diners caught sight of the jackal pleasuring herself, watching eagerly. In only a few moments, Layla had crossed the gulf between aroused but not in need to ready to explode. No doubt that was a practiced technique. The bartender's jaw dropped and hung slack in a dazed grin. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth on one side. And her shaft rocked and bucked, unleashing the sticky contents sloshing about below.

The jackal's rod quickly deformed, showing the figure of a very curvy lady slipping up along the mast. It started relatively slow, then gained speed rapidly. With a pop and a burst of creamy white, the cobra came spilling out onto the floor. Liz lay there, naked, coated completely in her wife's seed, panting for breath. She slowly squirmed as she smeared the stuff all over herself, then sat up and opened her eyes. The guest who had come to see her made her leap to her feet in delight. The cobra--who at the moment could have passed for a 'cum golem'--threw her arms around the doe-dog and cackled with glee.

"Sarah! You came back! I was hoping I'd get to see you again! How are you doing!?" Liz rocked back and forth, working copious amounts of her beloved's essence into the bewildered girl's clothing and fur.

"I... I'm okay. I'm glad to see you too. I'm sorry to force you out of your... um," Sarah looked to Layla, then down at Layla's crotch, which had shrunk back down to a far more manageable but still impressive size, "Personal time... but I was hoping I could talk to you."

Liz pulled away, still holding the doe-dog's hands in hers, either unaware of or simply not caring about the fact that she was sticky all over. A couple of staffers had arrived in a timely fashion to begin cleaning the mess, offering the cobra a towel.

"It's no trouble at all. I can just dive back in after we're done. I've only been in there, what... a couple of hours?" the snake turned to look to her wife.

Layla shook her head, "Nine days, honey. A great nine days too."

"Really!? Nine days!?" Liz balked, "Where does the time go? Well, then I suppose you're not in a hurry to have me back in there. You'll want to enjoy not being pent up with the world's worst case of blue balls, at least for a while."

The jackal stepped in close and gave the cobra a kiss on the nose.

"Honey, if you'd let me, I'd keep you in there for years." Layla cooed, knowing that such a thing, while it wasn't likely to happen, nor was she sure she'd be able to handle holding her that long, the snake would no doubt melt from the thought alone.

And she did. A happy, drunken giggle escaped the serpent as she leaned in against her canine companion.

"Mmm, promises, promises. But enough of daydreaming, you wanted to talk to me?" Liz turned back to Sarah, who had received a towel as well, though it wasn't going to do much for her clothing.

Laundry service was offered and she bashfully stripped down right there at the bar, handing her clothes off to be cleaned and pressed. Now that she was completely nude, she felt slightly awkward. She wrapped her arms around her chest, which concealed a fair portion of he large, lovely bust. But she could do nothing about the bulging sheath below. A noticeable protrusion of pink flesh could be seen beginning to peek out to say hello.

"Well... um... last time I was here... we did some things. And it was really amazing." she said, trying not to be as embarrassed by it as she was.

"Yeah it was. What, are you looking for a round two? Because we can certainly do that!" Liz smirked.

"Yeah," Sarah smiled sheepishly, blushing as she twisted back and forth on her paws, "I was hoping for that."

"I was hoping so too. You really hit all the right spots for me last time. C'mon. Let's head to my place. We can get up to all sorts of naughty fun there that's just not quite so easy to do here," the cobra took one of the doe-dog's hands, and one of the jackal's, "For one thing, there's a bed."

Layla snickered as she was dragged away. She quickly passed on a request to one of the staffers to have someone cover the bar while she was gone. Sarah meanwhile was startled a little by the inclusion of the dusty lady.

"You two... d-d-don't mind? I mean... y-you're married." she stammered.

"Honey," Layla reached around her serpentine lover to run her short claws through the doe-dog's neck fur fondly, "With how long Liz went not being able to shut up about you, and the fact that you came back wanting more, you're practically family. Just enjoy the ride."

That stunned the canine-cervine. She allowed herself to be led on, wondering just what she had gotten herself into. The trio left the dining hall and crossed to a platform overlooking the foyer below. Along its perimeter stood a number of large rings, each one with a different scene visible through it. They weren't paintings, but portals, and they led to other parts of the Inn, many of which were a fairly good distance away. One of them, the one Liz was leading the group to, appeared to be some sort of ancient palace made of polished stone. The colors and decor suggested it belonged in a desert many thousands of miles away and many thousands of years ago.

As soon as they stepped through, the air felt immediately different. It was warm and dry, much like the desert she imagined such a palace might be like. A number of scantily clad individuals approached the three ladies, all quite happy to see the cobra. What clothing they wore mirrored the styling expected of the setting this palace suggested.

"Hello mistress! It's good to see you back! Did you enjoy your time with Layla?" one of them asked.

"You know me, can't get enough of the 'ball room'." Liz snickered.

"It's wonderful to see you return, mistress. Can we get you anything?" another called out.

Sarah noticed they were only addressing the snake, treating her with great reverence, almost as if she were royalty and they were her subjects.

"Well, I'm gonna need a few volunteers. I've got a friend here who's in need of some 'tension relief', and I think she should get to enjoy what Lyala's been enjoying with me." the cobra grinned.

Immediately, they all scattered, darting away in a hail of 'yes mistress!' and 'right away, highness!' which really did seem odd to Sarah. She had heard a few rumors here and there about a so-called queen living at the Inn. Had the very snake she had 'impregnated' last time she was here been that very matriarch?

"Wait... are you... like... some kind of royalty!?" Sarah asked, sounding entirely disbelieving.

"Of course!" Liz smiled brightly, "You've heard of a King Cobra before, haven't you? Well, I'm a Queen Cobra. Descended from the great Queen Amunet. Didn't know you were screwing a monarch, didja?"

"N-n-no! I... I didn't! Oh my god! Should I bow or something!? I'm so sorry! I've been so disrespectful!" the doe-dog released the cobra's hand and dropped onto her knees immediately, bowing and prostrating herself, hoping to be forgiven.

"Arise..." the snake said in a rather regal tone, lifting a hand towards the trembling lady.

Sarah slowly climbed back onto her feet, unable to bring herself to look the jade serpent--the -queen- for goodness' sake--in the eyes. Before she could find the words to reply, she was taken abruptly by surprise by a powerful kiss. Liz had stepped in, wrapped her arms around the doe-dog, and mashed their lips together. It lasted for a solid minute, their tongues dancing as a hint of that tingle Sarah had experienced before began to spread through her mouth.

The cobra had used a touch of her venom, relaxing her.

"Mmm, take it easy sweetie. When I want you to act like I'm a queen, I'll let you know. It's a fun act, but I actually don't have any sort of royal claim. That kingdom has long since fallen and is no longer recognized by any government. I just know where I come from. Now c'mon. That fire of yours isn't gonna go out on its own." Liz cooed.

Sarah nodded dizzily, allowing herself to be dragged along. Layla just rolled her eyes and snickered before tugging the snake in against her, wrapped up in one arm.

"Go easy on her. She's still delicate." the jackal mused before sharing a kiss with her serpentine wife.

"You know how I like to tease." Liz replied.

The ladies all continued through the palace before finally arriving in a vast chamber with the same incredibly high ceiling as the rest, but here it was incredibly ornate, decorated with carvings and paintings. The room was spacious enough that it could have housed a gala, and was only lightly furnished. One 'wall' was nothing more than a series of thick pillars spaced far enough apart to peer out between them with nothing but the air separating viewer from vista. And that view was breathtaking.

Sarah could see the forest surrounding the Inn, as well as the central tree--the Greater Obsidian Magna--that held the foyer, dining hall, and hanger aloft. They were on the opposite side of the lake from the Inn proper, and very high up. They were up in the mountains that stood across the lake from the Inn, that was the only explanation. Before the doe-dog could comment on the view, she was dragged to one of the only articles of furniture in the chamber, a vast bed. It was truly enormous, large enough that it could have belonged to a giant of at least five meters. Sarah wondered whose bed this was, then Liz flopped down on it, pulling her atop the snake.

"Welcome to my boudoir. I know it's a little spartan... though I'd like to think of it as being of a different ancient civilization." the cobra winked.

"It's... impressive! And this is where you sleep?" Sarah asked.

"It's where we sleep, -usually-." Layla chimed in, hopping onto the bed next to the pair of ladies tangled up in each other's arms.

"It's enormous. Why do you have such a huge bed?" the visiting lady looked from side to side slowly, drinking in the absolute sprawling vastness.

"I don't like to sleep alone, and I like having a bunch of people to cuddle with." Liz ran her tongue along the end of the doe-dog's nose.

"And more often than not, they're inside her." the jackal laughed.

"Speaking of!" the snake slipped out from under Sarah quickly and sat up.

She lifted both hands in front of her in a curious pose, then waved her hands past one another. In that instant, a pristine crystal sphere appeared in one of her palms, almost as if she had pulled it out of a sleeve. But then she wasn't wearing anything, so she had no sleeve to hide it in. The serpent waved her hand over the orb and it began to glow, showing an image within of a dark feline. It shimmered into focus and sharpened before the image moved.

"Greetings mistress. I trust you enjoyed yourself with Mistress Layla?" the feline asked, speaking in a subdued, sultry tone.

"Very much yes. But I could use your company, my dear. Are you indisposed?" Liz traced a finger across the surface of the little apple-sized globe as if trying to show the feline a sense of affection.

"I was just selecting a few volunteers as per your request. We should be along shortly. And I've taken the liberty of having them relieve themselves of their attire, as I'm sure that will only get in the way." the black cat purred smoothly, tilting her head as if leaning into the caressing finger on the sphere.

"Good. I'll see you shortly. I've missed you, Isis. Next time, you're joining me. I don't care if Layla says it makes it hard for her to mix drinks." the snake grinned.

"It does. You two get so rambunctious that I can't keep from spilling." the jackal raised an eyebrow.

"We'll find a way to keep you stable. Now, if you wanna join in, I suggest you get undressed too. Otherwise, you can just sit back and watch, like I know you like to do." Liz waved across the sphere as she spoke to her wife, making the cat's image disappear.

She then crawled back over into Sarah's arms and gave the doe-dog another firm kiss. It took the inexperienced lady by surprise, but she wasn't about to refuse the affection. Before they could get too deeply involved in the intimacy, the sounds of bare feet on polished stone reached their ears. And there were several pairs. Liz broke the kiss and looked away from her returning lover, smiling as she forced them to sit up.

"Are these the volunteers?" Sarah asked.

"They are, and this," Liz shimmied off the bed and wrapped her arms lovingly around the black cat, who returned the affection happily, pressing her cheek into the snake's ample bust, "Is Isis. She was my first pet, at least, the first one that wanted to continue to serve me beyond a normal lifespan. She's been with me for a few hundred years."

The doe-dog blinked in disbelief, gazing at the youthful feline. She only appeared to be in her early twenties, and had been blessed with curves not unlike the cobra's, though not quite as extreme.

"She's a few hundred years old!?" Sarah gasped.

"That's right!" Liz grinned, "But that's a long, drawn out story that I don't want to bore you with. Maybe I'll tell you all about it as a bedtime story tonight. Anyway, Isis my love, let's show our guest a lovely time, shall we?"

"Certainly. Should I tend to my usual?" the feline purred, nuzzling against her scaled mistress's comforting form.

"I think that would be just perfect. Just don't smother while you're down there. It might kill the mood and you'll have a lot of ground to make up after I bring you back." the snake hissed softly.

The two ladies separated, clearly not wanting to. The cobra turned to the group that had followed Isis in and began addressing them. Sarah wasn't paying terribly close attention. The feline had ensured that she would be far too distracted. The doe-dog's weighty sac was hoisted out of the way so that the black cat could slip in under it, then press her short muzzle against the glistening folds found hiding below. Sarah shuddered and gasped, forcing her legs apart as a rough tongue began slowly gliding across her petals.

"Ooo god... wh-what are you doing?" the canine-cervine asked breathlessly.

"She's getting you ready. And she's damn good at it. I'm a little jealous. I was hoping to get a little quality time with her like that before I let Liz out," Layla grinned as she slipped around behind the guest, giving her something to lean back against, "Oh well, there will be other times."

Isis did not relent in her efforts, focused entirely on the warm cleft before her. A stout rumble of a purr added to the tender strokes, enticing the doe-dog's length to bulge and swell further out of her sheath. And it did so rather quickly. Sarah would have been impressed with how quickly the cat had managed to bring her to full mast, if she weren't just shy of going cross-eyed from the expert attention. She didn't even notice as Liz returned, bringing with her a handsome stallion a full head taller than the snake. He was fit and well toned, but not bulky. He greeted the visiting lady, but she wasn't clear-headed enough to pay attention.

The cobra leaned into the stallion and gave him a kiss along his neck, then sank her teeth in ever so carefully. He shuddered and sighed happily, melting in the lady's embrace. His eyes glazed over as his own length firmed up quickly. When Liz released him, he stood there, looking drowsy. She leaned in and whispered to him before he nodded and dropped down onto his knees. His hands reached forward and grasped the doe-dog's throbbing shaft, bringing it to his muzzle. The first lick caught the lady's attention.

Sarah jerked back to reality just in time to see a dark brown horse begin to stuff his muzzle into her member. It brought a cry from the lady, and forced her to lean back, pressing into the jackal behind her. Layla did her usual job of attempting to sooth the poor 'victim', wrapping her arms around the doe-dog to help hold her relatively still and stroke along her form.

"That's it, just relax. It'll only take a little while." Layla cooed.

Sarah didn't want it to take a little while. She wanted it to take as long as possible. It was just too marvelous an experience. The stallion pressed on, not stopping at just his muzzle. The whole of his head glided into the musky, slick, sticky chamber, all while his neck was quickly coated in the clear ooze seeping out around him. Liz giggled as she watched, crawling up onto the bed to silence the noisy girl with another kiss, this time adding a stronger dose of that intoxicating venom of hers.

The tingle came in a rush, and Sarah's entire form relaxed, save her shaft. The monstrous member twitched hard, 'gulping' the horse in up to his chest. She would have shrieked from being stretched so much, but she was busy letting the snake explore the inside of her mouth with that remarkable tongue. Another 'swallow' of her length devoured half of the equine, and she could hardly find the will to try and slow it down. When Liz finally pulled away with a quiet but sharp inhale for breath, Sarah was dizzy all over again.

She giggled goofily and gave a happy moan. She squeezed her thighs together, adoring the gentle laps at her quivering folds by Isis hiding under her sac. The stallion disappearing down her shaft bulged her rod tremendously, providing so much for her to grip. Another hard spasm jerked him in past his hips and the doe-dog's member lifted back up to a more upright posture. Hooves left the ground and waved in the air as a nicker sounded low in Sarah's shaft. One more good tug, aided by gravity and the slippery-yet-sticky nature of her interior, saw the horse vanish completely. He was encased in the doe-dog's flesh and shoved down into her scrotum, bulging it quite visibly.

A generous splatter of white erupted from Sarah and she gasped, letting out a squeak of a cry. The weight between her legs left her heart fluttering. She adored it. And she wanted more. And she would have it. The next volunteer stepped up. This one was a slinky leopard, purring quietly as she pressed against the grand spire she would be devoured by. Liz jumped to her feet and provided the spotted feline with a kiss, then a love-bite on the neck just like the horse. The leopard sighed happily and shivered as the venom took effect, then began working to squeeze her hands into the still hungry monster before her.

Sarah shivered anew as the jungle cat began her entry, and her limber figure would prove no real challenge. The doe-dog tilted her head back, melting into Layla's caring embrace while she pulled on the feline. A sharp tug saw progress made far more quickly than with the horse. That first 'slurp' captured half of the wriggling woman. She cackled madly and fought about, not against her captor, but to delve deeper. All that stimulation brought about another jerk from the pink, fleshy beast, and her spotted form vanished right up to her paws. The little toes wiggled about for a brief moment before they too were swallowed. The lovely feminine shape bulging out Sarah's member slipped down quickly and landed in her already heavy sac, right next to the horse. The two began immediately taking advantage of the not just close but dark and sticky quarters.

The distended scrotum began to wobble and bounce, sagging low enough that it rest on the floor, covering more and more of Isis. The black cat's legs straddled the engorged sac, leaving only slightly more than just her paws visible. And still she lapped away, finding the small orb of most tender skin just at the top of the doe-dog's flower. She focused her efforts there, keeping Sarah on the verge of screaming, but not quite falling into climax, at least on her feminine side. Another good surge of sticky white followed the leopard's entry, painting the next volunteer's face and chest.

This was a rabbit. Before he had been painted, he had been a brown and cream splotched fellow, trim, small in stature, and rather extraordinary in his gifts. Now he was mostly white. Liz hugged him from behind, stroking over his generous features, the length that was roughly the size of her forearm, and the two heavy swells that looked to be almost as big as a pair of watermelons. He could have given the doe-dog a run for her money before she started swallowing people into her sac, perhaps not specifically for size, but for being able to please another.

The lapine was given the same little nibble as the previous two and sent on his way once he was just as intoxicated as his companions. He was the most eager of the group, practically cramming himself into the drooling monster before him. By the time the first swallow tried to claim him, he was easily in up to his waist. The sudden stretching to pull his impressive length and scrotum in bulged Sarah's own member. Her mouth opened wide in a powerful inhale, but she could not find her voice. It was as if it had been stolen away.

Her length, deformed to show the hare's writhing presence, bucked mightily and shoved him deep, letting loose another shower of seed. He had been small enough that he was just easy to make short work of. The next volunteer had chosen to stand to one side until after the post-snack burst. And she had been proven wise, at least if she wasn't interested in getting soaked before diving in.

The fourth was a gryphon, tall and voluptuous. Her clawed fingers grasped at her heavy breasts, massaging them, preparing herself for the coming pleasure. Already she could hear the cries of elation coming from Sarah's bloated sac. She wanted to be a part of it. And her twitching, throbbing member--just as large as what the hare had possessed--demonstrated that eagerness. Another soft bite from the snake sent her to shivering.

Instead of greedily trying to climb in, this one decided she would show the similarly equipped lady some affection first. She opened her beak and drew the tip of the mast in, slurping quietly on it. She was immediately rewarded with a generous flow of the same musky ooze that had painted the floor, and was swirling around in the very active sac below. The gryphon drank readily, swallowing with only delight. She did not relent, even as her own member ached to be pushed into someone, like that cute leopard she had watched vanish before her. Her stomach began to swell, giving her curved form another lovely, graceful arc to incorporate.

When the feathered lady finally pulled off, she sucked in a large lungful of air and licked at her beak. Her belly had grown enough such that she could have passed as too pregnant to be allowed to fly commercially. She ran a paw over her wobbling belly, enjoying the soft, malleable nature of it. She had gotten what she wanted, now it was time to give the doe-dog what she wanted. The gryphon leaned in again, kissing the head of Sarah's member, then pressed her beak into it. There was a sharp jerk, resulting in the whole of her head disappearing immediately.

This one was the largest of the group, even taller than the horse, and broader in shape. The well occupied lady tried her best to keep her breathing as even a she could, even while the black cat below never stopped working her over. A steady series of inward pulls began working the avian deeper little by little. This was what Sarah had wanted, a gradual entry. Perhaps it was because she was already so heavily swollen, as if she were already full from a large meal, or maybe because she was tired. Either way, she was treated to a slow passage. It gave her a chance to feel and appreciate every part of this motherly bird giving herself to the hungry mast.

The gryphon's expansive breasts bulged the undulating rod, showing easily through the doe-dog's flesh. Her well-filled tummy added to the stretching, now showing three impressive swells along the underside of the monster rod. Her hips, wide and full, passed after several minutes, as did her own mighty endowments. Each swell, each lump, glided slowly along the greedy rod claiming them all. The gryphon's legs glided down without much effort, then her paws followed, swallowed up lazily. Sarah's shaft hung down under the weight, resting on the ground as it spasmed and twitched, working the gryphon along little by little.

It took at least twenty minutes from start to finish, but Sarah managed it. The feathered lady was deposited into her sac with the other passengers. The distribution was such that she could feel two on one side, and two on the other, all four of her passengers writhing and grinding and thrusting against one another. They sloshed her bloated orbs about, making her moan as she came again, making one more big mess.

It was incredible, beyond the doe-dog's ability to put into words. Liz cuddled up against the panting girl, giving her a kiss on the cheek, but something was different about the snake. She wasn't trim about the middle like she had been before all of this started. She was quite rotund, and her belly was just as active as Sarah's comically expanded scrotum. She had snuck a couple of volunteers into herself, and from the scent in the room, she had slipped them into her womb rather than swallowed them or tucked them under her tail.

"How's that feel, honey? Satisfied?" the snake hissed tenderly.

"It's... it's incredible... but... I... I feel like I'm gonna explode. If I cum, I think they're all gonna come pouring out!" Sarah breathed in a labored moan.

"Oh no you won't," Liz chuckled, licking along the lady's cheek, "You're not letting them out until I say you can. I'm thinking at least a week."

Sarah whined and wrapped her arms as far around the heavily pregnant cobra as she could, adoring being ordered to store those who had fed themselves down her shaft.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"Don't thank me yet dear." the cobra slipped out of the doe-dog's embrace and moved down to the floor, leaning in close to the writhing groin.

Isis was still there, working away just as she had been the whole while. Liz pressed in close and whispered something to the cat. The purr that was on the feline's lips grew stronger, and Sarah felt a nod. Then she felt pressure. It set the doe-dog to squirming while Liz made her way back up onto the bed, taking over for Layla. The gently tawny hybrid found it impossible to sit still while the cat between her legs did whatever she was doing.

"Oh god... what... what's happening!?" Sarah cried out.

"I've decided you need to share in our fun. Sure you've got a happy little orgy in your balls, but you need someone in your belly, like me, and Layla." Liz turned and gestured with her chin for the canine-cervine to look.

The tawny jackal was enjoying her own filling, sinking someone into her own sac while another pressed up between her legs. The bartender managed all of this without showing much sign of losing her composure. She just let her tongue hang out of her open jaws, smiling broadly as she swelled larger with each occupant.

"Y-y-you mean... Isis... is..." Sarah panted.

"Going to be your baby for a little while. And she's a stubborn one too. Once she's in, she doesn't like to come out just because I tell her to. She'll just be in there until she's good and ready to come out," the cobra kissed Sarah's cheek, "And you're not leaving while any of my pets are inside you, so until then, you're mine."

The exasperated woman moaned louder as she felt not just the cat's head in her passage, but her shoulders and chest. Like the gryphon and her enticing figure, the doe-dog could feel every detail, every subtle feature of Isis' entirety sliding through her, swelling her belly oh so gradually. The idea that she belonged to the cobra had a deep allure to it.

Sarah had never done this before. It was entirely new. And she was rapidly becoming a fan. Her hands moved to her growing stomach, shocked at the steadily increasing size of the dome. And then she felt a familiar sensation, but wasn't prepared for it to come from this new location. A spasm claimed her tunnel, forcing her to contract. That contraction clamped down strongly on the black feline half lodged inside her. When it all finally relaxed again, Isis continued, but only for a moment before another contraction forced a cry from Sarah. This time, the cat was pulled deeper without needing to make any effort on her part.

As Isis' progress continued, it became clear that the contractions weren't going to stop. Sarah's body wanted the cat inside it, now. She rocked from side to side, her mouth open wide in silent cries of euphoric bliss. Never had she even considered such a thing possible, at least for her. Liz had done it, but she was a snake, and snakes were inherently stretchy. Now she was doing it on her own. She felt that shapely rump of the attractive cat grind against the inside of her passage, making her quiver, and then she felt Isis push one of her paws back down through the tunnel, not to try and pull herself out, but to shove a couple of fingers between her own legs.

Liz's pet feline was pleasuring herself to being swallowed into a strange woman's womb.

The very idea sent Sarah over the edge. She threw her head back, screamed, and clenched hard over the cat. Isis' legs were pulled in right up to her knees, forcing the doe-dog's belly to curve outward all the larger. She clutched at the gravid swell and shuddered as her member twitched, loosing another sticky load onto the floor. The feline inside pulled her legs in one at a time, making a show of taking her time, even trying to press one paw against the incredibly sensitive walls as she dragged it past. Then repeated with the other, all to drive the poor girl to pleasure-fueled madness. And it worked.

Another scream filled the chamber as a wet splash soaked the already drenched sheets and the well moistened thighs of the now rather well-filled visitor. She fell limp in Liz's and Layla's embrace and panted for breath, finding it hard to focus her vision. A steady, unending series of waves washed over her. It reminded her of laying on the beach as the ocean continued to lap at her, only instead of it being water, it was continuous, unending pleasure; stimulation that left her with a powerful need to squirm.

"Will... will everyone... be okay... in there?" Sarah asked, blinking her eyes slowly, revealing her intense fatigue.

"They'll be fine," Liz smiled, leaning down to kiss the poor, over-extended doe-dog, "They'll come out no worse for the wear, I promise."

"The ones downstairs are probably going to come out bigger than when they went in," Layla snickered as she began trying to pull the two swollen ladies further up on the mattress, "From what I can tell, that's a potent mixture in there. I would not be surprised at all if all of them came out expecting a litter of fawn-pups."

The jackal huffed and ran a paw over her own heavy, pregnant stomach housing one or possibly two, then brought her foot-paws up to knead against her very active scrotum. Layla had managed to snag a few volunteers for herself, and she was enjoying it. She had at least two wriggling away between her legs, and they sounded very happy to be there. Sarah's eyes widened, and though she was tired, she could still express concern. It just wasn't as rapid or energetic given how much strength she had expended already.

"Oh no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get anyone pregnant!" she paused, then tilted her head, "Wait, all of them? Even the boys?"

"Even the boys," Liz giggled, "I like all my servants to be very receptive. I love a cute girl with a big, expectant tummy. And I do love a cute boy with one too."

Sarah looked down at her belly, and the two engorged orbs hanging from between her legs as they wobbled and bounced. She could hear the moans of pleasure coming from everyone inside. She could even feel a powerful rumble of a purr in her belly, making her shudder and squeeze her legs together.

They were so happy. It was what they wanted. It was what she wanted too. Who was she to deny them? After all, the queen had told her to not let them out. Sarah giggled tiredly then laid down, losing herself in the embrace as the other two pregnant ladies pressed in against her from either side. At least a week.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Sarah asked sleepily.

"What's that, honey?" Liz asked, "I've said a lot of things."

"You said that I can't leave so long as I've got even one of your people in me. So until they all climb out, I belong to you. Did you mean it?" the doe-dog had closed her eyes, trying not to give herself to sleep just yet.

"Yes," Liz hissed softly, leaning down to kiss at the tired girl's neck, "You belong to me. You are mine to do with as I please. To use, to please, to swell, to fill myself with, whatever I desire."

"Hey, don't forget me," Layla pushed forward behind the swollen doe-dog, "I get some playtime too. Just because you're playing queeny with her doesn't mean I don't get to do the same."

"Of course, dear. I wouldn't dare deny you what you want," Liz hissed softly, then looked back down at the doe-dog, "But this one is mine, first and foremost."

Sarah shivered, feeling a thrill run up her spine at the notion of being claimed. Even if it was temporary, and even if it was all just an act. She enjoyed her time with this snake. And what she had said--'to fill myself with'--that had struck a chord with her somewhere deep inside. Did that mean she wanted to ride the monster that had just eaten several people? Or did she intend on making Sarah curl up in her belly? Would it happen while she was still swollen? Or after she let everyone else out?

The doe-dog shuddered at the notion, then gasped as she felt Isis turn about in her womb, triggering another gush of honey from between her legs.

"Oh honey, we've got ourselves a short fuse here," Layla giggled, reaching down to run a paw over the trembling pet's tummy, "It doesn't take much to set her off. We're gonna have a lotta fun with her."

"Yes we are. Now relax while I tell you about Isis, and a time of gods." Liz smiled, brushing her lips across Sarah's neck, then gently sank her fangs in.

A sudden rush of warmth spread through the doe-dog's entire form. All her twitching and jerking came to an end. Instead, she slowly writhed and mewled happily, feeling terribly at ease, but still deeply in the sea of stimulation being forced on her.

"Whatever you wish, mistress." Sarah cooed.

--I enjoyed my first visit a lot. So much that I wanted to come back and do it all over again. It didn't turn out quite the same as the first time, but I think that's a good thing. Right now, I'm kind of stuck where I'm at. It's a bit difficult to walk when you're stuffed with people having an orgy in your balls. And Liz has decided that I belong to her now, so until she chooses to let me go, I am to serve my queen. And I can't wait to see what all that entails. Five stars.--