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Lori could hardly believe how dark it was on those dusty country roads, winding through the mountains. The night was darker than she ever thought possible, lacking moonlight, leaving the only source of illumination the van's headlights as the group bounced and bumped down towards their isolated destination. The vixen's nightvision had long since faded into uselessness after a whole life spent under the gleam of city lights, never really seeing the stars for herself. She couldn't help be stare at them, tracing constellations of her own through their distant twinkles. It left her in subtle awe, even if she was still thinking about how lost they would have been if the van broke down in that seemingly infinite darkness.

At least she had some good friends with her. Rather close by, at that, given how little room there was in the backseat of the van for three people. Lori was squished in the middle, with hips pressed tight against Lucy and Calastia. On her left, Lucy was quietly reading by flashlight, the tiny mouse lost in her comics. Lori knew better than to disturb her. But Cal to her right seemed restless. She was nibbling on her claws and squirming now and then. She couldn't have been very comfortable, given a great big komodo dragon like her couldn't even sit up straight lest she bang her head on the ceiling of the van, and her thick and heavy tail was all smooshed up behind her with nowhere to curl up. Not to mention she was a little chubby. Lori was crowded in close enough to her that she could feel those bumpy scales pressing against her own skin, even through their clothing, but she didn't mind.

"Almost there, kiddos," came Luke's teasing voice from up front as he slowly drove over the bumpy road. Though the athletic buck was usually the type to show off, he wasn't dumb enough to speed through a back road he could barely see. There were chugging along at little more than a crawl.

"Kiddos? Aww, does someone wanna be a father? Well, good news!" Beside him, Beth gave him a playful poke in the ribs. The blonde doe was still looking a gorgeous as ever, her perfect curves and enviable bust concealed beneath a puffy jacket suited for travelling into the mountains.

"Nah, I just wanna be a daddy. You'll call me that, right?" He softly poked her back.

"Only if you earn it!"

"Okay, okay, you two," sighed Chris from the middle seats. The blue jay was leaning on his hand, looking a little bored. "You can be as horny as you want when we get to our own rooms."

"Don't sound so glum, birdy," Luke urged. "You've got at least three single ladies all alone with you for the entire long weekend. You'd have to actually try to come out of this weekend un-laid."

Chris just shuffled awkwardly. He was already feeling kind of worked up, sitting beside Ashley and Morgan the whole way. The two bunnies weren't even being subtle about it, just openly making out and not paying attention to what anyone was saying, or not seeming to anyway. Luke kept teasing.

"Maybe the loverbunnies will even let you in on their fun. They must get bored of pussy now and then."

"Shut up, Luke," Ashley said, briefly breaking from the kiss and then getting right back to it.

"Yeah, shut up Luke." Beth prodded him again, and less playfully this time. "Don't be mean. We're all here to have a good time."

"Some better than others," he muttered, but he brightened up once the headlights reflected off the windows ahead. "Ah, we're here!"

They rolled up, the van's wheels crunching through the fallen leaves, and came to a stop in front of a tall log cabin. The group was left collectively stretching and groaning after the long ride, while they looked out over their surroundings and up at the place itself. It wasn't some run down shack in the middle of nowhere, at least. It looked more like a ski lodge, like somewhere they might have paid to stay, towering and fancy with its floor to ceiling windows.

Nonetheless, it cut an intimidating figure through the dark sky, looking like it went on forever given how limited their light was that night. Flashlights alone couldn't find the ends of it, so it might as well have been a fortress. Morgan stood looking up at what she could see of it, her hands on her hips and a suspicious look on her face. The two bunnies had finally stopped making out, but they remained close, looking more like twins than lovers with their similar black and white markings.

"It's kinda spooky isn't it?" she said, just standing and observing rather than helping everyone else unpack.

Calastia was doing most of the carrying, being the biggest of the group by far. She waved off Lori's offer of help. "I dunno. I think it looks nice. We'll be able to get a better idea of it in the morning."

"If we make it to the morning!" Ashley joked, handing some luggage to Morgan for her to carry rather than just stand around.

"Oh, shut uuuup," Morgan grumbled.

"What?" Ash shrugged, nearly dropping the sleeping bags she was carrying. "I've seen movies."

"You really don't need to worry about anything," Luke assured them. "I asked me dad about it, and there's nothing out here that's going to hurt you. Just squirrels and crows, mostly."

"Oooh. So, you're saying the curse keeps most of the wildlife away?" Ashley would not relent.

"I think he's saying we can all relax and not worry about being spooked out," Beth said in that calming voice that always seemed to defuse the situation.

Lori felt her own tension going away, at least. She didn't like to think about what might have been watching her in the woods. All those crows creeped her out enough, cawing all around them but unseen in the low light. She couldn't count them, but it sounded like a whole horde - or murder, as it were. But with all those friends there, everything would be fine, she figured. Even if she didn't know all of them that well. She sighed and gathered up what she could carry from the back of the van, doing her best to relax, only to be startled by a sudden thud and angered voice.

"Godfuckingdam - rrgh!"

Luke was at the door, yanking on it but making little progress. Eventually he planted his hoof on the frame and put his whole athletic weight into the effort. The door finally popped free after some creaking and straining, sending Luke tumbling onto the porch. Beth was there to give him a hand as he picked himself back up.

"Right. Great. That seems safe." Chris was thoroughly unimpressed as he paced by, hefting his suitcase. "Should I expect the whole place to collapse on our heads in the night, too?"

Luke waved it off. "Pssh. It's fine. Everything's fine. The door just gets stuck sometimes. But it'll be good now, because I loosened it up. It's been a while since anyone came down here, is all."

Lucy still hadn't said anything. She stepped inside and reached for a lightswitch, having to stand up on her toes to do so, but clicking it didn't make anything happen. Her tiny voice came as gently as ever. "Um. Is there no power?"

"There will be. Hey, tell you ladies what. How about Chris and me head on down to the shed and get the generator running while you all set up in here?"

"What? What do you need me for?" Chris asked.

"Cause guys do the dirty work and girls make everything pretty. Gender roles! Woop woop!" Luke pumped his fist. Pretty much everybody rolled their eyes. "But serious though, it's kinda tricky and you need some muscle to do it."

The jay just shrugged. "So bring Cal. She's got arms."

"Oooh. You like you some beefy women, do you?"

Chris didn't answer and just looked away with a huff. Cal felt her cheeks burning, and she idly twitched her tail along the floor as she set down everything she'd brought in with her. Maybe she was stronger than the rest of them, but the attention was embarrassing. Especially seeing the way Chris was refusing to make eye contact with her when she looked his way. He always seemed so guarded, never the sort she expected to have a crush. If it even was one. Now she was overthinking, so she just shyly muttered something.

"I already know how to work a generator," she said softly, turning away. "I'll help here."

"Deal," Luke said. "Come on, birdy. It'll be a bonding experience."

"More like a bondage experience." Beth gave him a swat on the back.

"Come on, that was one time! It didn't count!"

Chris was reluctant, but he eventually agreed to accompany the buck for their little journey into the dark. The shed wasn't far, but they took an extra flashlight just in case. Beth watched their faintly illuminated shapes disappear into the moonless night, just far enough away that they seemed to vanish entirely. But she couldn't worry about them too much. She and everybody else had work to do. So she gave her hands a little clap, and unzipped a bag.

"Alright, everybody! We're in the dark, but we've got plenty of lights, and everybody needs to do their part so we can relax as soon as possible!"

Ashley chuckled. "No wonder you were, like, queen of the cheerleaders back in high school."

"Just let's get it done, okay?" Beth pouted.

"I didn't say no!"

Ashley got to unpacking some of the living room essentials they'd brought along, including an ample selection of board games as selected by Lori and Cal, with a little feedback from Lucy. They knew their stuff. The mouse bounced off to set up her bedroom, moving carefully down the dark hall, and squeaking in surprise at the slightest little creak. Lori eventually went to accompany her jumpy little friend, putting a hand on her shoulder as they moved to the bedroom together. That left Cal getting the kitchen set up, opening up the two great big coolers she'd hauled inside.

There was plenty of food for the weekend, but she still shuffled through it with a look of minor concern. It must have been more obvious than she thought, because Beth came up close and questioned her in a soft voice, to keep from being overheard.

"We packed enough to eat, right Cal?" Beth was trying to be supportive, but she realized how it was coming across mid-sentence, and made a hasty addition. "Um. That is, I mean, for everyone. Just by your estimate."

It took her a moment to clue into what was making Beth so unusually awkward, but the komodo just softly chuckled it off. "It should be fine. And don't worry, not offended. I could probably stand to lose the weight anyway."

She gave a self-conscious squeeze to her belly, which wasn't even that big, but it was there. A little soft, a little jiggly, but tighter than it had been in a while thanks to her new diet. Which she was totally going to spoil that weekend, but oh well, it was a vacation. Beth held up her hands.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it that way at all! I just... I heard you were..."

"It's fine, really! Honestly I think it's really sweet that you're all cool with me being here with you this weekend. You know. Just... being big, and scaly, and all that."

"Aw, Cal." Beth just moved right up close and gave the komodo a great big hug in the dark. That had her squishing her head right up against Cal's breasts, and the lizard froze up a little. "I know you're a big sweetie. Don't you ever feel bad about being who you are. And besides! You're not the only predator here."

Cal put on a grin, though she was still conscious to avoid showing too many teeth. That was just common courtesy around herbivorous types. "Right, yeah. You've gotta watch that fox. She gets all bitey when she's mad."

"Uh huh. Vicious." Beth beamed up at the reptile.

That was when the lights came flickering on, leaving the both of them blinking a while. Lori and Lucy emerged from their bedroom to join with the rest of the group, just in time for the boys to come striding back in through the front door. Luke was wearing a triumphant grin, and even Chris looked pretty pleased with himself, though a bit more shyly. He still turned his head away when Cal so much as glanced his direction.

Lori caught something that piqued her curiosity, and she gave a little sniff of the air just to confirm it. It seemed that whatever the boys were up to during their brief time away, it was more than just starting a generator. Something else had been turned on, and that explained why both guys were walking so funny. She turned her gaze to Cal, who was flicking her tongue out covertly. All the herbies around the cabin had no idea, but it was too obvious a secret to escape a fox nose or a komodo tongue. That was going to be awkward to keep to themselves all weekend long.

Both of them just busied themselves with finishing the setup, now aided by the light. It didn't take long to get everything in order with all eight of them moving in and out of the many rooms of the cabin. There was a lot of space, but the way it was built was oddly confined. Upstairs was all tight hallways leading to the several bedrooms, with hardly any windows along the way. Downstairs was more open, with an expansive living room and plenty of couches and chairs. When they were all done, they gathered there, seated around each other and just kicking back for a while.

No one was saying much, but there was some awkward glancing going on. Cal would look at Chris, who would look away. Beth would smile over to Luke, but he was oddly aloof about smiling back. Lucy wasn't paying mind to anyone, just buried in a book. And the bunnies were of course making out again. Someone needed to cut through all the silence, so Lori finally just cleared her throat, projecting her voice as confidently as she could make it.

"Um! Hey, maybe we should break out one of the games we brought? It was hard to narrow it down but Cal and I picked out some of our fave-

"Hey, yeah!" Luke cut her off. "Just so happens, we brought one of our own."

"Oh, honey, no." Beth already seemed to know what he was talking about. "It's only the first night. Save that one for later."

"Honey, yes! What, it's not like all that booze we brought is gonna drink itself."

He was up and out of his chair in a moment, before coming back with a box covered in pictures of laughing, drinking models. Luke was opening it up before he even had an explanation. Meanwhile, Chris was his co-conspirator, pouring drinks for everyone. The finest of the cheapest vodka, straight up, in eight separate shot glasses laid out on the table between them. The remaining bottle he just plunked down right on the middle of the table.

Even if it didn't exactly look her speed, Lori was still curious about the game. She sifted through the box's contents, finding cards covered in saucy questions and dares, along with spinners and dice and other components. There didn't really look to be a lot of strategy involved. It seemed like everyone just played until they passed out, as best she could tell digging through the instructions. Or until they had sex.

She sat back down and moved a little closer to Cal, even reaching over to hold her hand. She felt those scales pressing into her palm as she squeezed back. Beth was sitting back and looking a bit miffed, but eventually she perked up and did her best to keep everyone's spirits up.

"Okay, well, guess we might as well get it out of the way! This game always ends in such a mess."

"That's the point, babe." Luke was dealing out some cards.

"Well, if anyone's uncomfortable, you just excuse yourselves. We're not gonna make you play." She cast a reassuring smile at the room. "I don't wanna make anyone feel weird."

"I do!" Luke chimed in. "Who's in? Come on. It'll get us all loosened up for the weekend. Everyone's friends here. No judgment."

Lori and Cal exchanged a look, and just collectively shrugged.

"We're in," they said.

"Us too. Whatever." Morgan spoke for both bunnies, clearly uninterested.

"And you know I am. Chris? Beth?" Luke was beaming.

The jay just nodded. Beth sighed, and nodded as well.

"And what about mousie?" The buck waved his hand near her, trying to distract her from her reading.

"Huh? Sorry. What's going on?" Lucy said obliviously.

"Drinking games, Lucy," Lori explained.

"Oh. Cool. Sure," she said, surprising everyone. She even set her book aside, and scooted forth on the couch, so that her feet almost touched the floor. Not quite.

The first few rounds were just a jumble of personal questions and scattered trivia. There was enough about sports that Luke was getting ahead of everyone else, and he only got more belligerent about it when he got a few drinks in him. In the end it came down to pure chance, frustrating the three on the couch as they tried to figure out a proper winning strategy. Lori found herself getting a little dazed by the drinks, and Lucy was outright swaying. Cal was steady as ever.

"Okay!" blurted Luke, slurring his words. "It allll comes down to this. One big spin to decide who has to make out. No takebacks."

"You can totally pass on this if you're uncomfortable," Beth chimed in, interrupting him. No one took her up on her offer, so Luke went on.

"And I don't even get to be in it, 'cause I have the most points. And I'm fiiiine with that, 'cause I got Bethy. C'mere Bethy..."

The doe, still quite sober, swatted off his drunken advances. Instead, she pushed the spinner to the centre of the table. "Alright, well. If we're doing this. Who's got the fewest points?"

Everyone counted up their cards, looking around at each other in various states of intoxication. Eventually all eyes were on the biggest among them. Cal had only answered a few questions right, missing some pretty obvious bits of pop culture she hadn't really bothered to ever learn. She shifted her eyes and adjusted her glasses.

"Well, looks like it's Cal. Everyone ready?" Beth had a small smile, though she looked worried about hurting anyone's feelings.

There was no real consensus among the group but nobody protested. Beth gave the wheel a good spin, and everyone watched it coming to a slow stop. The arrow pointed to a solid blue square, and everyone looked around for a moment.

"Okay, blue. Who's the blue player?" Beth asked.

"Me," said Chris. "Obviously."

Luke's opinion of the result was clear. "NICE."

Cal felt her cheeks getting hot again. She bit her lip and shifted in her seat, adjusting her tail behind her. "Well, um. Guess that's... yeah."

"Yeah."

Chris hesitated at first, but he rose to his feet in time. Luke leered the whole while as he moved over to the comparatively towering lizard. She had nearly a full foot on him, and she was probably more than twice his lean weight. Hard, rough scales versus soft, fluffy feathers. He stood in front of her for a second, and then just climbed right into her lap. And then she surprised everyone when she took such a firm, commanding hold of him, grasping at his hips and pulling him up close, squishing her belly and great big tits against him all at once.

His eyes went wide for a moment, startled, and then narrowed with arousal. She felt his boner pressing up against her soft gut, and that just encouraged her to keep going. A beak didn't exactly fit right up against a set of komodo jaws, but they did their best. Closer, and then together, the bird tilting his head to the side while he felt that forked, yellow tongue pushing in over his own. They couldn't really mash lips, but they sucked on each other's faces, with Cal's easily overwhelming Chris' as she pushed her tongue deeper and swished it around.

The audience was expecting a slow, embarrassed smooching, not that drooling, horny outpouring of lust that was going on. There was something of an awkward silence as they watched them, Cal's claws digging deep into Chris' back, nearly tearing his clothes as she kissed his sweet beak. Lori just stared at them the whole time. Cal was always so shy about guys, getting all giggly at the mere thought of anything intimate. This was a new side of her.

Lucy didn't notice, swaying drunkenly and nearly passing out against the vixen despite barely sipping her drink through the game. She was small. Lori turned her attention instead to the sloshed mouse, holding her shoulders and helping her stay up.

"Hey, Lucy. I think you overdid it. Let's get you some water and then get you to bed, okay?"

"Mmmm. Mmhmm." The mouse wasn't much for words.

"Are we done the game? Did they win?" Lori nodded to the bird and lizard making out beside her.

"I think that's enough," Beth said with a nod, and looked to her boyfriend. The drunk buck was just chuckling to himself where he was sprawled in his chair, so he had no objections.

The bunnies didn't comment on any of it. They had barely been playing the game anyway, and were already on their way up the stairs, hand in hand on their way to their room. Everyone knew what they were up to. Luke stared after them a while, and Beth was drunk enough that she didn't even seem to mind. Lori was probably the most sober of the whole group, and she kept Lucy close as she shuffled along, supporting the Lucy's minuscule weight.

Once she got the mumbling mouse hydrated, Lori half guided her, half carried her on the way to the bedroom they were going to share. Cal had a bed there too, but she was still busy with the bird. Lori cast one last glance at the pair before she went, and she felt her cheeks immediately grow warmer to see just how intense their session was getting. Was he... just humping her, at that point? His hips were moving plenty, and she was clinging to him so tightly she was slightly worried for him. She was a lot of lizard to handle, but that was none of her business.

She eventually just had to lay Lucy in her bed for her, tucking that drunk mouse in and giving her a little pat on the head. With everyone else headed to bed, there was nothing much left to do but get some sleep herself. Nothing particularly bad had happened or anything, but something just felt tight in her chest. She was a little drunk, but she thought that was supposed to make anxiety go away, not make it worse. There was just something strange, something off about the way everyone was acting. Giving up on their usual inhibitions, and just not just because they were drinking. It was just... unsettling, for some reason.

But she was probably overthinking it. It was better to just climb under the covers and try to get some rest. Lucy was soon snoring, but it was soft and cute enough it didn't really bother her. What was a little more annoying was the sound of squeaking and moaning coming from both sides of her room, making her try to shut out the thought of all the sex going on just one room away from her.

Beth was a moaner to say the least, and Luke was apparently going at her roughly judging by the sound of the bed groaning beneath them. Morgan and Ashley weren't destroying the bed at least, but they were plenty vocal too. It was enough to make her want to wrap a pillow around her head. Curse those keen fox ears of hers. But there was one more thing she heard that she'd never heard before. Chris' room was down the hall from hers, but she could vaguely hear his voice. What she didn't recognize was that wet, vicious-sounding hiss. Bestial and aggressive, sounding like a monstrous snake, not anyone she knew.

It couldn't have been what she thought it was. Everything was just... wrong, somehow. She still couldn't shake that feeling. But she was feeling awfully sleepy too, so she tried not to let it worry her. Eventually, the sound of lust and snoring all around her turned into a droning that she could ignore, and she closed her eyes, swiftly drifting off to a deep, mildly alcohol-induced sleep.

***

Saliva was dripping from his beak. Reptile sweat was clinging to his feathers. He could hardly believe how much heat she was giving off. Nor how wet she was. He was balls-deep in that slick reptilian pussy, pinned beneath all her weight, hearing her hissing and growling in his face, flinging flecks of warm spit across his features. His eyes were wide, and fear was running through his veins. But he couldn't deny how good it felt to have that huge komodo dragon holding him down and driving him deeper and deeper inside her.

"Oh, fuck, Cal... I always wanted... always wanted this. You're so good... you feel so..."

"Shhh," she said, breaking from the snarl she was giving. "Don't talk. Give in."

He couldn't help but find that slightly odd. "Give in? To what?"

"Me."

Something about the way she said it, the way her eyes gleamed down at him while he laid there, helpless, pinned, her hands wrapped tightly around his wrists, it was too much for him to resist. Those slitted, yellow eyes just seemed to be staring into his soul. She was tight for how big she was, her scales were rough but they ground against his feathers in such a pleasant way. He bucked his hips some, but couldn't get them off the bed under all that scaly weight. It was still enough movement for him to plunge in deep and cum harder than he could ever remember cumming.

She just hissed all through it all as torrents of hot bird cream gushed up inside her, filling up her sex as she bounced and rode out his orgasm on top of him. He couldn't tell if she was getting much out of it, but it wasn't like he had many options to perform better when he was pinned like that, totally at her mercy. At least the noises she was making seemed to be pleasant. He didn't much care, not when his balls were pulling that tight, and jets of his seed were gushing up inside of that thick girl he'd been crushing on for so very long. All of the anticipation, all those pent up late-night thoughts of her, were coming together at once, until he just fell back in the bed, afterglow washing over him while his cock remained buried between her thighs.

He still couldn't move much. Not with her holding him like that. Despite his climax, she hadn't loosened her grip on his wrists any. He stared up at her, struck dumb by his pleasure, and by just how intimidating she looked with her eyes nearly glowing in the dark. She stared back, and flicked her tongue out at him. Smelling him. Then she came closer, and closer. He felt her tongue against his cheek, and he caught the sweet scent of her breath washing over him. Humid and strangely enticing. He only got more of it as she opened her jaws in front of him, dripping with built up drool, spattering down onto his features. Every part of him seized right up, muscles knotting, and he barely gasped as those fangs came forth, and he was enveloped down to his throat in slick and toothy lizard maw.

***

Lori was jolted from her sleep by the sound of glass breaking. She was pretty sure it wasn't a dream. With a stretch and a yawn, she rolled over to check on Lucy, but a quick glance revealed her bed was empty. All her blankets were tossed about, and her pillow was on the floor. Lori sat up slowly, feeling fatigue still clinging to her, but she slipped on a robe to go and check for her friend. Maybe she was having one of those nightmares about owls again.

Then there came terrible scream from downstairs. It sounded a whole lot like the missing mouse, and it sounded like she was utterly terrified of something. Maybe it was just her having a dream, but Lori was still moving much more quickly, as she scrambled to get herself at least partly dressed, the night chill barely fought off by that single garment. But there was no time to lose. She went out into the hallway, and was soon joined by the deer and the rabbits in various states of undress. Four wide-eyed herbivores were looking to her for guidance, as if her own heart wasn't pounding too. She didn't stop and wait for Chris and Cal, as much as she could have used the latter's bulk to comfort her in such a situation.

The five of them rushed downstairs, clicking the lights on along the way. One of the biggest windows in the living room was in pieces upon the floor, chunks of broken glass scattered everywhere. Lucy was nowhere in sight. Except for one thing. Swaying in the gentle night breeze, there was a familiar piece of fabric stuck in one of the jagged edges that remained around the window frame. Lori stepped around all the scattered glass, and got close to inspect it. The light blue cloth was familiar.

"This looks like the top Lucy was wearing," she said softly to the group, met only by frightened stares. So she raised her voice and called out into the utter darkness outside. "Lucy? Are you out there? Can you hear me?"

Only the wind answered her calls. Lori turned back to the rest of them and gave a wide-eyed stare, unsure of what she should do. Thankfully, Beth stepped in to speak.

"Well, we... we have to look for her! She was really drunk. She might have wandered off, and then who knows what might happen?" the doe urged.

"Yeah... yeah, we've got flashlights. Let's form a group," Luke agreed after some initial hesitance.

Ashley had completely lost her joking demeanour. "Maybe... maybe some of us should stay here, just in case she comes back."

"Right," Morgan rapidly agreed. "We brought walkie-talkies. We can give you one. And stay here. Just in case."

There was a silent debate between the deer and rabbits on just who had the better night vision, but Beth didn't bother to argue. She and her boyfriend were bigger. They could handle... whatever might have happened. Even if Luke had assured them nothing dangerous lived in the woods. As far as he knew anyway. So she nodded to the couple, and soon they were filing behind Lori, trusting the predator's dark-vision much more than their own.

She was left just shivering, not even properly dressed, but not wanting to waste any more time. That scream was unlike anything she'd ever heard before. Out of Lucy, or anyone. Just thinking about it was chilling her spine. She pushed forth, leading Luke and Beth, until the crackle of the radio startled her. She held it up.

"Testing," came Ashley's voice.

"Loud and clear," said Lori, and then added, "Over."

That was all that needed to be said, and she pressed forth, off the path and into the shadowy trees, with only those bouncing beams of light as their guide. She called Lucy's name, and so did the deer, while the rabbits listened to their voices gradually growing more distant with each passing moment.

***

It was wet. Hot steam was puffing up in his face from the darkness of the slick passage before him. Chris could feel the dampness running down his feathers, matting them to a state that would take forever to preen. He could hardly remember how he ended up in such a situation. There was a flexing tunnel before him, sleek and slippery. Several sharp and pointy somethings were pressing into his shoulders, and he could hardly move a muscle. Something had him. Something was gripping him.

The shock of it all seemed to have knocked his thoughts right out of his head. He gradually came to his senses, and first there was the pleasure. The sensation of being balls-deep in a well-creamed pussy, and he found himself remembering the bliss of his climax, pinned and squeezed between those thick, scaly thighs. But then the darkness came, and he found himself being shoved deeper towards the darkness, feeling the first touch of a constricting throat catching at his beak. All was wet and dark and it only got warmer the deeper he delved.

By the time he realized the komodo was eating him, it was far too late. And it wasn't like he could have done anything to begin with. She was bigger than him. Much stronger than he ever thought her chubby body could ever be capable of, even at that size. And more than anything, she was ravenous. Stuffing him down, devouring him gulp by gulp, as he felt his features being enveloped in her gullet, wrapped up tight and pressing out on her scales. Just a stunned, uncertain expression on the outside, sliding down into her chest.

He knew he needed to escape her grasp, that there was no doubt she would really do it, really swallow him whole if he just let her. But no matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to truly struggle. There was something about her power, about the sheer force of her desire that he couldn't resist. If she wanted him that much, who was he to refuse? It was natural. But more than that, it was hot.

Enough so that when her swallows had his cock sliding from her sex, he was still hard. Their mixed juices dripped from his pink shaft, and she made sure to lavish it with that yellow tongue of hers as he descended towards her waiting belly. It was already hot enough inside her, but that chamber was even hotter. The air was thick, enough that he choked at first, cutting off his moans as she flicked her tongue back and forth across his balls. Stealing a taste, but hardly lingering, far too eager to pack him away.

Nonetheless, he almost climaxed again, despite how recently he'd unloaded seemingly every drop he had. He didn't quite get there, meaning he was throbbing all the way down her gullet as his shaft bulged in her jade-scaled gullet, thighs vanishing past her teeth as she nibbled and gulped loudly. He was filling out her stomach, he realized. Going from being eaten to simply eaten. Curling up, and getting packed in behind the soft pudge on her gut. Down went his legs, his knees, and then his feet. The only comment he had was a curling of his toes, as much in pleasure as rising nervousness.

Only when she gave that final gulp, the sound rolling all down her gullet along with a heavy deluge of drool, reaching him where he was increasingly stuffed within those slimy walls, did he truly grasp how dire his situation was. His feet were gone from her mouth, swallowed down with the rest, and he was completely trapped there, pressing out on a chubby lizard nerd's scales, outlined in her pudgy form as she happily belched and licked her chops. He never thought she had it in her. But now he was going to get a front-row seat to his own digestion, just because he was too turned on to even call for help.

As for Cal, she gave him a fond rub, kneading him through the belly fat she'd been working so hard to trim down, and then simply rose to her feet, feeling him bounce and jiggle with every step. He was a good meal, and she was eager to digest him, but she could still feel that burning need to consume running through her body. And so she crouched low, transforming in an instant from somewhat clumsy, lumbering nerd to hungry, predatory beast. Totally silent, and deceptively swift, stalking out of the tasty bird's bedroom and into the hall in search of more prey.

***

The situation had them so on edge Morgan and Ashley weren't even in the mood to make out, but they were cuddling at least. More holding each other close than anything, sharing the warmth as they held onto that radio with one hand each, just waiting for it to crackle. They weren't looking around for Lucy, but they kept their eyes open and their ears raised for any sign of her return. Now and then they exchanged a glance or two as if searching for the right words to comfort each other, but neither of them could think of anything.

They were almost perfectly in sync, right down to their every nervous breath. Which meant when they heard a sound, they both reacted at once. Something had tipped over in the kitchen. Nothing so major as a window breaking, but enough that they both jumped to their feet, holding each other, the walkie-talkie clutched between the two of them. They spoke in soft voices.

"Do we go look?" Morgan wondered.

Ashley gave a noncommittal nod. "Probably. It might just be a mouse, or it might be our mouse."

"And if it's a murderer?"

"Well, we'll go together. Cause we're not idiots who split up."

"Didn't we already split up? We should be out there with them..."

"Groups of two or three are fine. It's going alone that's the problem. I told you. I've seen movies."

Ashley gave as confident a nod as she could. But neither of them actually moved much. They were just standing there, staring over at the kitchen, trying to figure out what they should do. As much as they were trying to keep up good humour, they were both shaking a little. They weren't sure why, but they just felt like there was a threat, something lurking, watching them, setting off all of their instinctual alarms at once to the point they were so overwhelmed by fight or flight instinct they couldn't do either.

They were of course entirely correct. Something was watching them. It wasn't in the kitchen, where the noise had come from. But something was still making noise there, too. Another plastic container tumbled to the floor, startling the bunny lovers again, and they sat squeezing each other while they listened to it rolling across the floor, the mundane sound made horrifying by the circumstances. They were so intent on it they didn't even notice the warmth upon the backs of their necks as something breathed hotly on them from behind, standing crouched down to their level, drooling with anticipation.

Those cute bunnies were such a close couple that they simply did everything together. So it was only right that they be hunted down at the same time. As if simply manifesting from the darkness, the great komodo had somehow snuck right up behind them, evading all their heightened prey senses thanks to the distraction. She seized them both at once, grabbing them by all four collective ears, and yanked them into the air. That left those rabbit feet kicking all about, the pair far more resistant than the bird churning within her belly was, but that didn't matter. She was bigger, she was stronger, and they were just two delicious little bunnies, soon dangling over her slavering jaws flailing and helplessly fighting to keep away from that terrible reptilian hunger.

***

The radio crackled to life once more, but it only gave static. Lori held it up to her ear, and gave it a shake.

"Hello? Is that you, Morg and Ash? I can't hear you."

There was still only white noise on the other end. And something else. It was only faint over the constant crackle, but Lori picked up on something. At first she thought it sounded like particularly messy sex, with all those slick sucking sounds. As if she hadn't already heard enough of that. But a closer listen, and it seemed too arrhythmic to be the bunnies fucking. There was some slurping going on, but it was far wetter, far messier to hear than anything a bunny tongue could ever accomplish.

In her straining to hear better, Lori had her ear mashed right up to the speaker of the portable radio. When the scream came through it loud and clear, she was left reeling, the sound ringing in her ears a while before she even properly processed it. She looked back to the deer she was leading, who regarded her with wide-eyed expressions, looking to her for guidance. She didn't know what to do, what to say. She swore she had caught Lucy's scent out there in the woods - but the rabbits sounded like they were in immediate danger.

Maybe it would have been better to stay together. To devote fully to one thing or another. Save the bunnies, then find the mouse. But she wasn't going to just give up on Lucy. Not when she seemed so close. So she took charge, feeling the strength of leadership surge through her in a way she'd never felt before. Pointing one finger, she directed the deer.

"You two, back to the cabin! Run! I'll stay out here. I need to find Lucy."

Even alpha male Luke didn't argue. He just gave her a swift nod, and rushed off alongside Beth, tearing through the woods together. They were gone in moments, bounding off like the deer they were, and Lori watched them go just to make sure they were alright. Then she turned back into that empty, pitch-black forest she was pushing through, with only the beam of her flashlight illuminating her way. It was barely enough to keep her from bumping into trees as she went, but her pace remained confident, determined. She was going to find her lost friend, no matter how scared she was.

***

Those rabbits had tasty feet. That was the realization Cal had as she dangled them there, swiping her tongue up at their toes, while they struggled and panicked. She didn't have any sort of speech ready for them. There was nothing to say. They were just prey, and she treated them as such. So she was soon stuffing them into her jaws, both at once, toes-first without a moment's hesitance. She needed mu7ore meat. More pleasure. More of that sweet, sweet feeling of living meals squirming around in her gut. The bird was good but she wanted so much more.

The bunnies hardly recognized the predator as their friend. They never had paid much attention to her anyway. The touch of scales around their throats tipped them off, but when they tried to cry out again on realization, Cal's grip just tightened. She'd already let them get out one good pair of screams, and that meant help might have been on its way. So she needed to be quick about devouring them. Sparing no time on savouring their soft, fluffy bodies, as warm and curvy as they were.

Slipping wetly up their thighs, she ended up getting them mashed together, face to face as if making out one last time on their way down. But rather than kiss, they simply gasped and choked, while the crushing grip of the komodo's gullet seemed like it could have shattered their bones with just a little more pressure. They stopped trying to scream after a while, and simply whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation of being eaten. They were supposed to be equipped for this kind of thing - but all they could do was panic, and then seize up, just like the bird had done. Morgan even fainted for a moment, only to blink back to consciousness as those sharp komodo fangs nibbled up her ribs and into her tits.

Deeper, deeper, shoving them down with her palms planted atop their heads. Cal needed their meat, their squirms. With the grip on their throats released, they were able to cry out once more, but their voices were choked by the snakelike constriction all around them. Still, they managed a few last cries, a few calls for help, listing off every name they could think of. Luke, Lori, Beth, even Chris. Little did they know about that last one, but they soon found out.

The sensation of heat, of slimy stomach juices, and of sodden feathers was soon tickling at their feet as their last calls for assistance were met with the smothering embrace of a komodo maw and throat. Their faces were soon wrapped up tight in the flesh of Calastia's gullet, and their ears followed. One powerful gulp at a time, tucking their shapes behind her tits, only to press out and weigh down her belly, sagging it deeper, stretching and rounding it out with the jiggling, squirming prizes she'd claimed. Gulp, gulp, gulp, until they were gone. Together in the darkness and dangerous churning grip of a predatory lizard's gut, clinging close to each other as they frightfully awaited what came next. Yet slightly warmer than they ought to have been.

Some part of them was worked up, even in their panic, and so they embraced, kissed, and began to grind it out, mashing pussies together and feeling each other's arousal. It was far too late to save them - but maybe they could get some pleasure out of the overwhelming process. Just knowing they'd been caught, taken, consumed by someone they had thought so harmless, it got such unexpected tingles of arousal out of them. And before long, they were even inviting the cramped bird to join them, once they realized who that soaked mess of feathers was. So he finally got that threesome with them he'd always wanted, even if there wasn't much room to really get into it.

Cal could only moan and stroke at her bulging belly as she felt her meals grinding, humping at each other in there, despite their initial terror. Seemed they knew their place, once it was shown to them by a predator. She belched happily, and then went searching around the cabin with what little time she had left before someone else arrived, arranging a little surprise for the incoming rescuers.

***

Both deer had always been fine athletic specimens, but charging along at such a blistering pace was enough to wind the both of them by the time they got back to the cabin steps. They stopped only briefly to catch their breaths, leaning on the wall of the cabin, before bursting inside. Luke went first, hands balled into fists, his head tipped forward just a little, in case he had to use his antlers. There was no dangerous wildlife in the area. He was sure of it. But that didn't mean there were no dangerous people.

All his flexing bravado was for nothing, because there was no one there. Just some scattered couch cushions, some overturned chairs, and general mess. Signs of a struggle. He reached for Beth and pulled her close to his side, while the two of them pushed through the cabin to figure out what had happened. The lights were still on, and they turned on several more just to illuminate the place as much as possible. That eventually led them to stumble upon a red envelope, one that seemed out of place, especially considering it had both their names on it.

To Beth and Luke.

Open me.

The handwriting was ragged and hasty, but it was clearly addressed to them. Luke held it up to the light, as if trying to look through it rather than open it, but all he could see was a a single slip of paper within. Beth patted his arm urgently.

"Well, come on, come on, what is it?"

"I don't know. And I don't like this. Someone's fucking with us." He furrowed his brow, and didn't unseal the envelope.

"Let's just see what it says!"

He relented, and tore into the red paper, fishing out the slip from within. It was folded over several times, and he stood unfolding it for a few seconds while Beth squeezed his arm to the point of cutting off the circulation. There was only a single word written on the paper, in broad red smears of ink, or something else.

Run.

He set it down, slowly. Beth gave his arm a rough tug.

"What? What does it mean? Who would do this? Why would they -"

She was cut off by her own scream as the lights went out, leaving the two of them rushing to get their flashlights back on, as if the darkness might simply overtake them like a raging sea. Then there was silence, neither of them saying anything, staying close, shining their lights this way and that around the cabin. The shadows seemed alive, dancing on the walls, even the most mundane of objects casting monstrous silhouettes.

There came a hiss. A deep, wet noise, but neither of them could tell where it was coming from. They whirled around, back to back, covering as much of the room as they could. But they didn't look up, even when the click-clack of claws digging into the ceiling became a dead giveaway. Something hot dripped down onto Beth's hair, and she slowly tilted her head back, shining her light up just in time to see the great mass of green descending upon her in a sudden pounce.

Cal was at least careful not to crush her beneath all her weight when she landed. Which wasn't easy, given how much extra she was hauling around with the prey she'd already consumed. She still flattened Beth to the floor, knocking her light away, and pinning her beneath the swell of that squirming, prey-filled gut. The doe's hair was soon soaked with the drool pouring down over her, and she shook and fought hard, kicking her hooves, and screaming for Luke's help.

He took one good look at that giant lizard assaulting his girlfriend, at her predatory snarl, her claws, her dripping fangs. And at that gut, already stuffed with his friends, visibly jiggling with what looked like their struggles. And he looked at Beth's terrified face, rivulets of drool running down her features as she scrambled there on the floor, grabbing at the air, looking for something she might swing at the predatory reptile. He knew he was supposed to help. He heard his name, called over and over as he just stood there. But every instinct in his body told him to run, and he couldn't deny them. He ran.

"Luke? No!" Beth couldn't believe it. Nor could she believe how quickly she was feeling the insides of the komodo wrapped around her body. Cal didn't start with her head or her feet, instead wrapping her toothy jaws right around that fine cervine ass, engulfing it in an instant as she folded her prey over herself. A former cheerleader like her was more than capable of some impressive stretches, including having her hooves shoved right up over her head before long, her wailing face framed between her ankles as she was shaken down the lizard's gullet.

She was half-swallowed by the time he even got to the door. He heard her calls, he heard her disbelief that he would leave her. And he heard her terror above all. But he couldn't' stop running, not for anything. Not for love, not for his sense of duty as a boyfriend, not even for the fatigue burning in his legs and lungs alike. But he could stop for a solid object. The door opened outwards, and so he attempted to just shoulder-check it open, but it was stuck, just like before. Enough that it completely resisted his effort, leaving him bouncing back, stunned, and crumpling to the floor with a whimper of pain.

That left him watching Beth descending into the komodo's gullet, one throat-bulging swallow at a time. She was folded up, tight, tighter, and drool was pouring all over her body, soaking into her clothes until they were almost translucent. Not that he could tell in the dark. He heard her scream one more time, and then it was muffled, as the giant lizard sealed her lips around the doe's ankles, slurping them down with the rest of her, finishing her off in a single messy gulp as she gasped her way down to the churning depths below. A wet smack of Cal's lips, and she was gone, just adding to the weight stretching out that scaled gut, bouncing up and down with her solid landing atop the other prey.

Luke nearly fainted as he watched the komodo approaching. He'd seen her plenty of times. He knew how big she was. But her every step seemed to shake the whole cabin, and her snarl was like something straight from his nightmares. He didn't get up, merely crawling, trying to find something to defend himself with. There was some broken glass on the floor, and he reached for a piece, but before he could get his hand on it, a big scaly foot pressed down on his wrist, pinning his whole arm flat.

"Careful now. You could hurt yourself with that," came her voice. It was more confident than he was ever used to hearing her.

Luke just looked up at her, seeing her staring down at him, licking her chops, partly concealed by that great big swell of belly. "Why are you doing this?"

"It's just natural," she said. "They were all scared at first. But now they're all moaning and humping together beneath my scales. Hot and bothered just at the thought of being turned into my fat, like the prey they are."

She thumped on her gut a few times, and every time she did, he felt his cock twitch. That was bizarre. It shouldn't have happened. There was no way he was turned on by something so terrible. But he was getting hornier the longer he listened to that gurgling belly, and watched the wild movements going on within, pressing out various bulges and shapes of the meals simmering there beneath her scales.

"Come join them. I'm sure you'll be welcome. I don't think Beth was pleased with what you did, but it won't matter soon. You can all digest together, and all will be forgiven, I'm sure."

She had him by both wrists soon enough. Pulling him to his feet, and then close to her. He couldn't help but press himself into that belly, feeling its motions, its clenches, its bulges and rumbles. When she lifted him up, he didn't resist. And when she licked his face, he moaned. He kept on moaning all the way in, until the sound was muffled and the stifling heat. Before long, his voice was joining all the others, groaning and huffing together in those sweltering depths, as his fit and athletic form disappeared into the jade-scaled beast, bulging and writhing in pleasure and submission, finally finding his place in life all tucked in tight with his fellow prey, grinding against one another while they listened to the gurgles and knew what they foretold.

***

Lori pressed on and on into the woods, until she wasn't certain she could have found her way back by herself anymore. But Lucy's scent was still there, still present, leading her onward, and then left, or right, laying a clear trail for her to follow. She thought herself such an expert tracker, slightly proud of herself even in all the fear. But when she emerged into a clearing where the scent was strongest, she realized she was standing right in front of the cabin once more. She'd gone in a circle.

But that hardly mattered, because she'd found the mouse. That mouse was just standing there on the cabin's deck, looking in through one of the tall windows even though all the lights were out. When Lori approached, she turned, and was wearing a big smile, like nothing was wrong.

"Lori! You found me. That's really impressive actually, I was trying my best to stay hidden."

The mouse didn't sound remotely drunk anymore, and she was so cheery that it actually seemed wrong. Lori furrowed her brow. "Why would you do that?"

"So you wouldn't suspect I was helping, of course! I mean, she's good at what she does, but she can't do it alone."

"What? Who can't? What are you talking about, Lucy?" The vixen was utterly confused, and she shook her head. Her befuddlement just seemed to make the mouse's smile bigger.

Before she could think of anything else to ask, Lori remembered the radio she was carrying with her. She hadn't heard anything from the bunnies or the deer in a while, so she hit the button and spoke into it. "Um. If you can hear me, I found -"

She stopped. She could hear her own voice, coming out the other end. It was coming from close by. From right behind her. She froze, and perked her ears up, only to flatten them as she heard a wicked hiss piercing through the night's silence. And beneath that noise, she heard voices. Five of them, all groaning out in what sounded like pain, or maybe pleasure. She didn't want to turn around, but she did.

Cal's gut was the first thing she saw, of course. It was massive, stretched out and filled with squirming meals. There was no doubt in her mind what had happened anymore. The jay, the bunnies, the deer, they had all been eaten by her friend. The same nerdy dork she'd always known, now grinning down at her with a belly full of prey, all of them writhing together beneath her scales. Lori stuttered for a while before she managed to speak.

"Cal! You - you ate them! All of them!" she exclaimed, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Not all of them. There's still one more," the ravenous komodo said.

"No." Lori dropped to her knees, holding her hands up in front of her face. "Not me. I'm your friend."

"Don't be silly," Calastia assured, giving a wave of her hand. "You're a predator, like me. Someday you'll be the one stuffed full like this."

Before Lori could properly reply, she was nearly knocked flat by a sudden kick to her shoulders. Lucy's feet thudded against her heavily as the mouse ran right up behind her and used her like a springboard, launching herself up in the air and landing in the komodo's grasp. In an instant she was stuffed pussy-first into those dripping jaws, taking a seat and leaning back as she started to get folded inside, feet stretching above her head and booty descending sliding into Cal's waiting throat.

"I've always, always wanted to end up part of Cal, you know," Lucy explained to Lori as she dangled there from those dripping jaws. "But she didn't wanna do it unless it was a special occasion. Well, I think this is pretty special!"

Cal was no longer in a position to reply. Lori didn't either, just watching that cute mouse sliding down that scaly throat, stretching it out while she giggled and moaned her way down. Those gasps of pleasure grew more orgasmic as she went deeper, until she was giving a squeal of bliss, squirting within the lizard's throat before she vanished from sight with a messy splat of spit. She was gone, eaten like the others. That left only the two predators, and one enormous, jiggling gut.

Lori huffed, she squirmed, she rubbed her thighs together. She looked up at Calastia, who was fondly kneading at her bulging belly, swaying a bit on her feet, using her tail for support. Lori thought about all those friends of hers, all those prey who had trusted a predator like her, only to get eaten anyway. And she couldn't even force herself to feel guilty about how turned on it made her. Cal was right. It was natural. She finally had to admit it after denying those thoughts for so long. So she let herself smile, rising to her feet with the help of Cal's offered hand.

"You'll... have to teach me how to do that," she conceded with a breathy voice.

"I would love to, Lori. But for now, I think I need to find a place to collapse for a while. Looks like we've got the weekend all to ourselves. Or we will, soon enough."

Beneath the fat and scales, those six bodies were still plenty active, still lustfully grinding together, even to orgasm here and there. But the grip of those slimy walls was growing tighter, the air hotter and thicker, and they were moving less and less by the minute, listening to those early churns as the predator's powerful stomach prepared to melt and ruin them. Just like they were meant to be ruined.

***

Lori followed the sloshing komodo to her bedroom that night. The cabin was so empty with everyone else packed into that predatory lizard, but she didn't let it get to her. She had a fine distraction in the form of that noisy gut. The more she watched it, the wetter she got. Cal could tell just how much she was enjoying the sight, enjoying giving in to her own predatory side, at least as an audience, and so she just dragged the fox to bed with her for cuddles.

There were no complaints. The vixen just rubbed herself against that belly, massaging it for Cal so the komodo could just focus on relaxing and sleeping off her meals, as much as she could. Lori dozed here and there, but she was too excited, too worked up to sleep through the whole night. She just kept kneading, kept admiring, feeling them all squirming around in there as things got more cramped with each powerful flex.

They were still humping at each other for the first while, making plenty of noise, but after a time the air was too thick and heated for them to keep the energy up. So they quieted down after the first few hours, and remained that way until morning. Cal didn't wake up, snoozing on and on, which was no surprise given how much energy she had expended to catch them all, and what a strain it was to digest them. Lori bounced out of bed for a quick snack, but she was right back to that belly before long. She worked it and massaged it and made sure her well-fed friend was comfortable for as long as she could, all throughout the day and the next.

By the third, the dormant prey stirred up some activity once more. Cal was lazily sprawled out, her thighs spread, while Lori licked up and down her sex in utter worship. The excitement seemed to get something flowing inside the komodo's belly, and those many meals started squirming anew as the churning got louder, and harsher. Acids were pouring over their form, as they had already been, but all of a sudden they could really feel it. No longer a slow, tingly digestion, but a harsh and burning one, getting them writhing about in there and even giving a few screams.

Lori liked to think she wasn't outright getting off on the sound of it, but she was wet just listening to them. She kept eating out the komodo's pussy as her friends gurgled just above her head, getting melted down piece by piece, layer by layer, as merciless digestives poured into all their vulnerable spots. She couldn't tell any of them apart by then, just one big bulge with limbs poking out here and there, but she made sure to rub at them all through the particularly nasty parts of the process, when she wasn't just worshipping that lizard. The stroking touches were soothing for Calastia, but they were just making it worse for her prey, spreading those acids around, ensuring nothing was spared as they were softened, crushed, and melted down into a nice useful sludge of nutrition for the chubby lizard.

By the end of the week, she was putting on fat. Her prey were vaguely twitching, those of them who still remained alive, but she was already adding them to her curves. She was getting a plumper, bouncier pair of tits. A thicker, softer ass and heavier thighs. And of course her belly grew from a modest paunch it used to be before her feast to a great big fattened gut that jiggled with her every motion. Lori was rubbing over it all, squeezing, massaging, licking. To know it was all made of those former friends of theirs, all used up and added to that scaly figure, that got her going like nothing ever had.

On the seventh day, when the trip was supposed to end, Cal called Lori over while she was making breakfast for herself. The last movements inside her gut were ceasing, and the fox leaned close to listen and to feel for those very last twitches of dying muscles, as the meat was stripped from bones and all was sent downwards through the komodo's intestines. Not all of them had gone down exactly willingly, but they had accepted it by the end. And now they were all gone, every last one of them, including Lucy, finally getting her wish. She was just one part of the heavy mass of digested meat passing through the giant lizard's system, and when Cal was done with her she would be no different from the others.

***

That afternoon, they packed up together, sharing plenty of touches and kisses along the way. Aside from admiring her predatory prowess, Lori just felt so much closer to Cal by the end of that week together. Like they could trust each other with anything, and get intimate whenever they wanted to. She was all ready to start the drive home, not really looking forward to explaining what happened, but it wasn't like it was illegal. Predators were predators, and that was only nature. But speaking of nature, Cal stopped her before she started up the van, and just went pacing off into the woods alone without further explanation.

Lori watched her for a moment, briefly confused, but it dawned on her. She winced at the thought at first, not wanting to think about it. Except, she did. It was terrible, but she couldn't help but feel a little excited by that too. So up she got, following after the komodo as she trekked in search of a nice spot to shit out all six of her former friends, now that they were all used up and churned down into a tightly-packed load of waste she needed to get rid of.

Cal gave a soft chuckle when she saw the vixen following her, but she didn't object. If she was truly fascinated by the predatory side of her, it made sense to be there. Lori leaned on a tree and just watched as the komodo found a place, removing her bottoms entirely and squatting down at the base of a particularly large tree. A deep grunt, and she began the process, though not exactly quickly.

As much a predator as she was, she wasn't exactly built for that much food all in one go. It took a bit of a toll on her body, and she was punished in humiliating fashion by just how thick that dump proved to be. She huffed and flexed her fattened ass, and slowly began to push forth a fat, dry log towards the grass, grunting the entire time, giving a little laugh here and there.

"Well... nnngh... guess they got their revenge after all. This is going to take me a while," she said through puffed breaths.

"I don't mind," Lori answered, just watching the whole time. It wasn't the process itself she found so arousing - just the knowledge of what it meant. All those people, all six of those distinct personalities and histories, had become one. A massive, dirty mess of komodo dragon shit, ever so slowly being squeezed out from beneath her tail now that she was done with them. The finality of it all made her tingle just to watch it.

It never got much easier, the lizard grunting heavily all throughout, staying crouched there and piling up the remains of her feast. Thick, solid, and flecked with bones and fur, along with the occasional feather, there was no real doubt to look at it that it used to be someone. Though everything was far too stained for any one of her meals to be distinct in the steaming pile they became. Cal pushed and strained on and on, probably spending a full hour just squatting there, occasionally changing her position as the pile proved too enormous for just one spot. It became mountainous, an impressive mound of brown waste piled up as she shat them all out at the base of some anonymous tree. Returning them to nature.

When she was finally done, she panted some, and got herself tidy with the paper she had brought. Biodegradable, of course, so the slightest evidence of what had happened was going to disappear with time. No one would ever find them again, and only the thick and fattened curves on that sexy, scaly body remained as sign they had existed. Lori smirked and walked with her big friend back to the van, already filled with such wicked thoughts. How long before word spread of the incident and no one ever spent time alone with them again? Maybe they could convince another group they were just two harmless nerds, more likely to talk about games and comics than to feast upon their flesh and bone. And if they were lucky, maybe another group would disappear in the night, dragged into the darkness by the insatiable monsters who freely walked among them.