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Table of Contents:

Part I: MirandaArqayla (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore, disposal) - #A

Part II: DesertGoddess (Oral vore, digestion, disposal) #B

Part III: Skynero19 (Double oral vore, digestion) #C

Part IV: ScalesDarkwing (Unbirthing, digestion, soul vore) #D

Part V: Auxy (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore) #E

Part VI: Logan.Kincade (Unbirthing, digestion) #F

Part VII: Auxy (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore, disposal) #G

Part VIII: Shade1: (Anal vore, digestion, disposal) #H

Part I: MirandaArqayla (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore, disposal) - #A

Just as everything was right where it supposed to be, and the party was in full swing, a shadow fell over Mahiri. He felt it before he saw it. Until then, he was just dashing this way and that, making sure everyone was comfortable, that the snacks were all arranged, and that nobody needed anything. He was right about to relax and enjoy the sights of everyone meeting up and hopefully getting along, but something was watching him. That contented feeling of getting everything just right was shaken right up by the paradoxically warm chill crawling its way up his spine, making him shiver and faintly sweat all at once.

The source of such an unusual feeling was apparent soon enough. At first, he assumed it was just a familiar demon he called his friend. A tall, red-eyed striped hyena with great big ram horns, gazing down at him with a fierce but otherwise unreadable expression struck him as just his crazy companion trying on a new form. But with a glance over to the side, he realized Shirazi was already busy with someone else. So it definitely wasn't her pulling some kind of prank, unless she had somehow managed to split herself into two.

He was pretty certain it wasn't her. There was something distinctly different about this hyena. Something more ominous, more threatening, and more powerful. He could simply feel it, emanating from her. It was only made all the worse by the way she was just standing there, looming over him. She was much bigger than him, a whole wall of hyena there in front of him, and he was feeling increasingly backed into the corner. Figuratively at first, and then literally, as he stepped away without thinking, until he felt the wall pressing up behind him. It felt unusually cool, especially compared to the warmth of her presence.

It wasn't like he hadn't met strange, supernatural people before. He kind of had a knack for befriending them at this point. Yet there was something about her that truly unsettled him, without her even having to say a word. It didn't help that he never actually saw her walk towards him. She was just... closer, whenever he stepped back. As if hovering forth, but he didn't see her moving. She was simply there.

Despite what her looming was doing to his heart rate, he was still ever the polite leopard. Clearing his throat, he did his best to meet those searing red eyes with his own green gaze. And when that didn't work, he just focused on her nose and spoke to that instead.

"Oh, um... hi there! Are you a friend of someone's here? I mean, everyone's welcome, I don't mind at all, I just don't think we've met! I'm Mahiri. Maybe you know that already."

When he spoke, she tipped her head down towards him and gave a small smirk. As if amused about something. She otherwise didn't move, even when he sheepishly offered his hand as greeting, then withdrew it back to his side after a few seconds.

"Can I ask your name? If that's... if that's okay!" His words were growing more hesitant as he spoke, feeling like he was somehow doing something wrong just by saying hello. So he was thoroughly relieved when she actually answered back, even if it was just one word.

"Laadan."

Her voice was a low one, but more intimidating than that, there was something more to hear when she spoke. Something beneath her words, like another voice, fainter, calling out from within her. Maybe it was a lot of voices. And they didn't sound exactly pleased about their situation. Mahiri only barely heard it, but that strange chill came back to him again, leaving him unable to keep himself from shuddering uncontrollably right in front of her. There was something familiar about that name. Something he had heard before, at least in whispers. But never spoken directly to him.

"... Right, nice to meet you!"

He was scrambling to remain polite. Somehow he hadn't even noticed that she was standing there fully nude before him. And erect. That spire of violet demon cock, with its unusual ridges and blunt, fat equine-like shape sat atop a pair of thick black nuts so heavy they looked like they could just knock him right over. He stared only briefly, pulling his gaze back up to her face, his voice growing shaky when he saw that she was starting to show her teeth, lips slowly curling back to reveal rows of intimidating fangs like metal spikes.

"Is there... is there something I can get you, maybe? Drink maybe?"

What began as a snarl became more of a small smile. It still wasn't comforting. But he nonetheless found himself staring directly at her, caught up in what was probably unhealthy fascination. She just shook her head, and he found himself mindlessly mimicking the gesture.

"Nothing. There is only one thing I want. And he is right in front of me."

"Oh!" he blurted in response. He managed to glance to the side, to turn his attention away. He looked around to check if anyone else was seeing what was happening, who had backed him into a corner like that. A few people cast him knowing looks, amused at his predicament. He kind of had a reputation for enjoying bigger, more dangerous women, he realized. They probably all thought the look of worry on his face was simply masking his excitement. For a brief moment, he even thought of calling out for help, some deep part of him telling him he was in terrible danger. But she was simply too interesting to pull himself away from.

"You are someone who enjoys pleasure, are you not?"

The question seemed obvious, but he answered anyway. "Well, I... I suppose I must be! I don't know if it's any more or less than others, but I-"

She spoke with such a decisive tone that she didn't just cut him off, she seemed to almost take the words right from his throat. "And you must know well by now what a demon can offer you."

He blinked, and swallowed, not finding his voice for a while. "Something... good?"

She got a little closer, so that his face was all but touching her breasts. "The greatest orgasm you have ever had... and will ever have. For a cost."

"That seems..." He tapped his chin. "That seems like a pretty big risk just for a nice feeling."

She smirked a little broader, revealing her fangs again. Rather than try to convince him verbally, she simply made a strange arcane gesture in the air. The result was immediate - his sheath gave a tremendous twitch, and began to rapidly slide back as he rushed to arousal at such a rapid rate he couldn't help but yowl out, sound like a leopardess in heat. Sensations unlike any he had ever had began to move through him, tingling through his veins, stimulating him in ways that made it impossible to stay silent, or to breathe steadily. And that was just a sample.

He wasn't the only one affected, either. All around him, he saw his guests, invited or not, growing much more forthcoming with each other. Chatting and cuddling became groping and licking, grinding and thrusting against each other's bodies. Some were even preying upon others. He was in no position to say anything. It wasn't his party anymore.

Everything seemed to just fall away, the other sounds becoming silent as he focused merely on her heated breath, slowly rising in intensity, huffing hot steam in his face as she opened her jaws before him, letting him have a good, long look within her gullet. There was only darkness there, as if light was not permitted to enter. She still spoke, tongue lashing around to form her words, even as she gaped her jaws wide before him.

"You need only let me have a taste. I will make you cum harder than you ever have before. Bring you to a height worth any price. Only a taste."

He wanted to know. Wanted to feel it. He was so turned on he was making a pre-smeared mess of his belly, feeling his cock thumping hard in time to his rapid heartbeat. It was making him grit his teeth, curl his toes. Making his whole body feel like it was overflowing with energy he couldn't possibly hope to spend. He needed an outlet, a place to channel all that burning desire before he simply keeled over or went mad with it. All he had to do was give over to her mentally. He didn't even have to say anything. She knew when he was ready.

One hand went around his throat, and the other was soon supporting his weight with a firm grip on his spotted ass. He was all of a sudden aware he was naked, too. When had that happened? Everything was dark, swirling around the two of them, as if they weren't even at the party anymore, but he hardly noticed. He was too fixated on those teeth as they drew near, framing his vision in deadly fangs until the heat of her unnaturally hot breath was making his face sweat. Something which she soon addressed with a generous application of her pointed tongue. It snaked over his face, coated him in sweltering drool, and left him with the dull realization that she was tasting him. Just as she desired.

She was thorough with it, leaving him hanging there in breathless anticipation while she sampled his every fuzzy feature. It wasn't impossible to breathe in that chokehold, but he held his breath anyway, staying tense, ready to flee as soon as she did something he didn't like. Which didn't come up. Instead, he was just motionless but for the twitches he couldn't control while she repeated glazed him in spit. From his chin, and up over his his cheeks, his forehead, everything ended up matted and coated in saliva, all his hard work getting groomed for the party ruined in a few good slurps. She didn't spare anything. Her tongue curled right inside his ears, then pinned them down with sloppy licks. She stroked up along his lips, his nose, even licked right over his eyes. He snapped them shut, and was left with her drool running from them as if he were weeping the humid stuff.

He didn't even dare struggle or complain. Her control of his body was absolute, and her grip was unbreakable. He knew that without even having to test it. Even when she drew him closer to the cavernous threat that was her maw, he didn't resist her. She'd already decided what was going to happen to him. All he could really do was let out a little mewl, a tiny sound of alarm soon to be muffled in her maw as she stuffed his head inside. There he could feel her saliva pouring over him, leaving him feeling as if he'd been caught out in a tropical downpour. Her breath smelled hot more than anything in particular, and he swiftly became better acquainted with it when his stunned face got squished into the embrace of her throat.

As much as she was savouring him, richly sucking out his flavour, his purpose was clear. She was treating him like food, embracing him in that slimy grip that moved up along his body while her teeth pressed into each and every one of his spots. They were plenty sharp, but had a way of kneading into his muscles without actually piercing his skin. She was softening him up, rendering his momentary wriggles utterly still, until there were only the involuntary spasms of his muscles as she engulfed him. He couldn't even whimper, falling into a reverent silence, letting the slick sounds of inner flesh be the soundtrack to his consumption.

A wicked thrash of her head threatened to simply snap him in two. A little harder and she could have broken him. But instead, she just wrenched her head back and released her grip upon his spotted ass, sending his legs whipping through the air along with his tail, renewing his brief flailing only to suppress it once more with a tight clench of teeth to his spine. He went still for her, as if in respect, submitting to the swallow as she slurped up along his thighs. She was making him vanish in record time, but she had promised him pleasure in return. And as good as her slimy throat felt upon his soaked fur, that was when it truly began.

She paused in her relentless devouring as soon as she felt the first touch of her tongue to his sheath. As much as he enjoyed being overpowered, she had reduced him to such a stunned state that he had almost forgotten how aroused she'd made him. Until she licked. Her tongue could do so many things that others couldn't. It could bend and grip and constrict like a living thing, and the cat was helpless before her desires as she wrapped it right around his entire sheath. A good squeeze, and he was firming up, rowling in her gullet, the sounds of his pleasure echoing within the dark flesh in which he was trapped.

She was merciless in toying with him. She didn't care if it was too much. A dip of her tongue into his sheath, and she was massaging at his cock before it could even properly emerge. Tasting his most intimate of flavours. It left him curling his toes, swinging his tail all around while he tensed up, overstimulated but nonetheless growing to his full length in a matter of seconds. It almost felt like she had made him bigger than he usually was, but that was probably just how aroused she was making him with that unnaturally dexterous tongue. It was coiled around his entire shaft like a snake, squeezing, working, sucking, and the tip toyed back and forth along his pre-glazed tip, making him pour it all out.

He could feel orgasm welling up within him, making his balls go tighter, rigid. They felt extra plump as well, as if they were outright inflating from all the pressure and the pleasure. He didn't know how that worked, but he'd learned not to question the ways of demons. His pre was coursing from him, as if being drained through sheer force of slurping. He was ready to cum, to splatter himself and hose down her gullet, until she simply stopped that onrushing force with by slickly penetrating his very cock with her tongue.

He flinched at first to feel it, but he came to realize it wasn't a matter of his orgasm being blocked, or denied. It was more just delayed. Maybe it would have felt good right then and there, but it wasn't yet time. She wanted it to be bigger, to be better. And so he reluctantly settled into a breathy, whimpery moan inside her, feeling her push that appendage straight down to the base of his shaft, pulling it in and out, forcing his cum right back down into his body as if retreating from her. That left him gritting his teeth, balling his fingers into his palm, almost growling. But it wasn't a bad sensation. As desperate as he was to cum, he could feel the feeling building, feel himself surging towards a peak far past the top of the mountain. He was floating off to heaven between her lips, discovering a new height of pleasure he had only ever dreamed of. It was practically a religious experience.

Once she withdrew her tongue again, he was left simmering at that nearly painful peak, that mind-breaking edge, teetering while he squirmed. She just swallowed him a little deeper, taking his cock into her throat, letting it throb there was a bulge beneath her stripes while she focused her attention a little lower. First his balls, rolling them back and forth across the slippery surface of her tongue, cupping them and kneading them. Then she went beneath, pushing her tongue tip hard against his taint, putting some fierce pressure on his prostate, threatening to send him over but ensuring he held on just a little longer, spurting, dripping, gasping, clenching. There was the silent promise that it would all be worth it. With another slip of the tongue, she was pushing under his tail, outright penetrating him with her wet, wiggling slurper.

Mahiri had been fucked plenty of times before, but that tongue plunging in and out of his tight, spotty ass was a pounding like no other. She worked into a rapid rhythm in the span of seconds, leaving him to gape his mouth open, to let his tongue slide out, to roll his eyes back as she pleasured him without mercy. He felt her saliva flinging in all directions, spreading out across his spotted cheeks, and he felt his cum production kicking into overdrive, swelling his balls, even fattening his cock with the anticipation. Almost, almost. The pressure and soreness all the edging caused threatened to go critical at any moment. He felt his legs kicking about, out of his control, and she simply withdrew her tongue once he was nearly mad with the urge to orgasm, writhing frantically between her lips.

He feared she wouldn't grant him what he silently begged for. That it had all been a trick, that she was merely mocking him, tormenting him. That was until she simply reached right up between her lips, and pressed one single finger deftly to his taint. It was aimed directly at his prostate, and she simply pressed the digit firmly to his sensitive inner nub, not even needing to penetrate him to make him finally, explosively cum. All that anticipation, all that overcharging energy like electricity through his veins, it was finally free. And with it, he rocketed to an orgasm that seemed to take him into another world entirely.

The pleasure was absolute. It wasn't just in his cock, in his balls, it was every single part of his body. He could feel it tingling through his scalp. Running over every inch of his skin. It was in his heart, his lungs, his very bones. It went on and on, swelling him with that perfect climax, that bodily euphoria that extended even to his claws, to his teeth. Until he was almost ready to beg for it to stop. He was only a mortal. He wasn't meant for this much ecstasy at once. And just when he thought it might simply destroy his mind, that was when he started to actually cum.

The pressure, the force, it all came out at once. He was shaken all around by how hard he gushed his seed down into her throat. His cock itself expanded and bulged with the effort to pump it all out, to properly fill the demon who was milking him dry. It was more than a single orgasm. Maybe it was all of them. Every drop of cum he could produce, all of it sucked from him at once, sent cascading down her throat and all over his own body, to splatter down into her waiting gut below. The kitty cummed himself completely stupid, and when he was done, he simply fell limp. His legs flopped down from her jaws, his brain stopped working right, and there were only his purrs to show he was even conscious. But he was happy.

She warned there would be consequences. They began once she jammed his legs into her jaws, gripping him around the calves and bending his limbs until they were bulging in her cheeks, bathing in her drool. After that, there was only his tail dangling down between her breasts, made to flail through the air like a noodle as she sucked it down. Wet, hot, and dark. They were the only sensations left for him as he slipped down her bulging gullet, forced into the deepest pit of the hyena's stomach as she pushed him down with a swallow so powerful it threatened to simply crush him, constricting on his engorged cock and making him mewl out all the way down towards her treacherous depths.

It didn't even feel like he'd been eaten. More like he was simply falling. Yet he could still feel her touch. Her hands pressing inwards, squishing into the bulge he was making as he descended, teasing at his softening cock as its indistinct outline descended beneath her fur, making him flinch a little. Below, it was almost unbearably hot. It hurt him some just to feel that heat on his skin, making him feel overwhelmed, dizzy. And it only grew more intense when he splashed to the bottom. The impact was heavy, his weight all settling into the bottom of her hotly churning stomach at once, making it jiggle up and down as she groped it. He could feel her touch from the outside, prodding against his still incredibly oversensitive body. It wasn't so much an afterglow as an aftercoma, or nearly so.

In an ordinary stomach, he might have had a chance to settle in before things got messy. Not a demon's. Her digestives assaulted him the moment they touched his fur. He felt himself tingling all over, the feeling crawling over his skin inch my inch, digging deep and stripping away his fur. It was getting between his toes, his fingers, every single little intimate crevice. With his cock still not back in its sheath, it got soaked in the stuff as well, overstimulated to the point of numb. He couldn't defend himself. Couldn't even properly squirm for her with those walls holding him so tight, crushingly so, keeping him from properly breathing in. There was only the wheeze, and that intense sensation of being weakened, being eaten away at, sheared down to bare skin by the hungry acids.

It was overwhelming, it was more than he could even handle, making him have trouble even thinking straight, or reacting at all. It had all happened so fast. One moment he was having his mind blow by orgasm, and another he was wetly sloshing down in the cramped confines of a hyena demon's gut, being taken apart little by little at an alarmingly rapid rate. He was pretty certain the situation couldn't have looked worse for him, with no chance of escape, and merely minutes left before he succumbed to his cruel fate. And then she belched, and the minutes turned to seconds.

As that rich urrralp burst forth to bombard the party with the crude proclamation of a well-fed hyena, things grew a hundred times more deadly for the leopard. It was no longer a matter of simply tingling, feeling his skin itch as it was weakened with every churn. Her stomach clenched in around him, half-crushed him, and he went completely under those wicked acids. They pulled him apart and utterly disintegrated him into nothing more than sludge in mere seconds, muffling his last attempt at a feeble gasp as the weight of him in her gut rapidly grew smaller. First a sagging belly, and then flatter, tauter, but still plenty soft with the added fat. That cat got digested from head to toe, from skin to bones to nothing, faster than he could even realize it. From consumed to gone, all at once, never even giving him the chance to struggle or to slowly succumb to suffocation.

No sooner had she finished him off, and she was gushing forth with thick hyena cum, hosing down the wall before her as she slammed a palm against it, digging in her claws to brace herself through that massive climax. All the pleasure she'd made him feel, she took just as much for herself when she felt his body die. It left her marking his walls in her musk as she emptied out gallons of her demonic seed, letting it pool and splash down around her feet in a great steaming mess, potent enough to linger in that house for good. There was no washing away a demon's mark.

Maybe it was a mercy for him to have melted down so quickly, but the result was the same. That hyena was thicker, fatter, and well-fed with that soft, innocent feline padding out her body. She took some time to simply massage at her own curves, feeling the cat being absorbed into them at a rapid pace. More than simply melting him, she'd already processed him, already taken everything he could offer her and turned it into some padding on her demonic form. Thicker with each feast, erasing everything he once was, but for some faint glimmer in the impenetrable darkness of her intestines.

Though he never got the chance to even realize how quickly he was being digested, Mahiri hadn't fully vanished yet. Some part of him still existed, at best he could judge by his ability to think, and reflect. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't sense where he was or what had happened to his body. But there was still some semblance of him, some part of his mind that glowed there in her depths, lost and confused. It wouldn't be lost for long.

Of course there was no escaping a demon like her, in body or soul alike. She'd utterly destroyed him, and was rendering even his very bones down to food at that very moment. His soul was merely along for the ride. It didn't even take any particular focus to finish him off. Digesting that precious eternal energy simply came natural to a hellspawn like her. And so as he languished deep within her, he started to feel something once more. Like a tugging grasp on his mind, stretching it out, stealing away pieces, connections that relied on each other, until his thoughts began to collapse in on themselves. Interrupted, broken, half-formed. He didn't understand what was happening. And he definitely couldn't comprehend the void that was overtaking him.

It was probably for the best. Otherwise he would have been forced to endure the process of converting everything he ever was into fuel for her ambitions. Fond old memories dissolved inside her. His personality, his beliefs, his ambition. She was erasing them all in more than just a metaphorical sense. They were all made of energy that she had trapped inside her system, that she was melting down with all the rest, until only a tiny, faintly glowing shred of him remained in her blackest reaches. An unthinking, unfeeling wisp of his former self, reduced into existing at his most basic form: that of an idea, of the mere thought of his very being. Until that too was digested, destroyed inside the demon, to be converted into sheer power, so that not a single trace of him remained. Everything belonged to Laadan. Everything.

Aside from one small piece of fur. She picked it from her fangs and gulped it down. Just to be thorough. A glance around at the party, and she was pleased to see everyone else was learning from her example. Where before she consumed and erased its meek host it was a place of quiet mingling and relaxation, it had descended into a den of depravity. She saw bodies locked together in carnal embrace, fucking like beasts, right there in front of everyone. She saw prey vanishing into the bodies of the bigger and more powerful predators who desired them. Restraint had been thrown out the window, and Mahiri wasn't there to moderate any of it, ensuring it only got increasingly out of hand by the moment.

In the chaos, no one noticed he was gone. They had almost forgotten whose party it even was. That home was now vacant, and no one was ever going to find its owner. Not after what she did with him. From one timeline to the next, there was nothing. Only an empty space, and the pudge upon her stripes, the leopard's very reality ended by the demon's grim hunger.

***

Perhaps there were others she could have consumed at such a party, but Laadan felt unusually satisfied after a single meal. There was something especially gentle about that cat. A certain innocence that pervaded his very essence, despite his somewhat debaucherous interests. Someone who could have said to be inherently good, if such a thing was possible. And so it felt even better than it usually did to completely, utterly destroy him. She rubbed fondly at her middle as she thought of him, and how no one was going to know what happened to him but her. Aside from anyone who might have noticed her bearing down on him at the party. Even as she stood there fondling the fat she'd made out of him, she hotly anticipated someone figuring out it was her, and coming after her to find out where he was. She was going to be delighted to show them.

Laadan departed as she came. She vanished from sight quicker than any onlooker could blink, leaving behind no more than a potent, arousing scent, clinging to room and rising from her fresh cum. Even long after she was there, anyone catching that lingering musk might have felt a little more depraved, a little less in control of their own impulses just to stand where she once stood. She had left her mark on the party - and removed someone from the mortal world in the process.

In a moment, she was back in her own inner sanctum. The mortal one, anyway. It was just the top spot in an expensive high-rise, some blocks away. She licked her lips and considered the warm flavour on her tongue as she belched a few last times, still full of that enduring contented feeling that came with ending a mortal for good in her gut. It made her curl her lips to think about. Not quite a grin, but a wicked expression of self-satisfaction to know he had chosen to risk it all in favour of her gift. And as good as an orgasm as it was - there was nothing left of him to consider whether it was worth it.

A demon's body might not have worked like a mortal's, but the digestive process still had its inevitabilities. She was done with him, stealing absolutely everything she could take from him, every single useful detail. Some was still left over. A crude mass of waste produced as a by-product of his complete annihilation. She was going to have to deal with that, and so stepped into the futuristic bathroom to have a seat upon the expansive throne of a toilet.

A blissfully contented sigh came to her as she started squeezing out that digested cat, bidding farewell to his remains forever. She wasn't above enjoying the sensation. Knowing that the blackened mass of shit and bone pushing from her asshole used to be a kind and gentle living being was an indulgence befitting of a demon. He'd made his choice. He always had a choice. And this was the result.

She snorted some, even gentle fondled at her cock, considering if perhaps she might pleasure herself to his memory later. But it was unlikely. He was already fading from significance in her memory just as he had faded from existence. She was the only one in the universe who knew what happened to him - and she could hardly be bothered to keep him in her memory any longer.

The chunks of former cat were thick and well-packed with flecked bone and ruined fur. Maybe a strand or two of his hair remained, but it was never going to be found. That hefty hyena dump entered the water below, and was flushed ensuring that there was nothing left but a mess running down towards the sewers. No trophy, nothing to commemorate that he'd been eaten and digested by a demon but for the thickness of her gut and thighs, and his soul's contribution to her power. Like every soul she'd consumed before him, his made her stronger, more seductive, and most of all more insatiable than ever. She would hunt again soon.

Part II: DesertGoddess (Oral vore, digestion, disposal) #B

Lucy was bored of just watching. The towering shark was sprawled back over most of a couch, taking up most of it with her generous bulk and curves. She hadn't really been speaking to anyone the whole time, given she didn't know any of them. She was only dropping in while she was docked in the city after all. So there was no reason to hold back when she felt an urge, fuelled by that increasingly thunderous rumbles echoing up from deep within her unsatisfied stomach. Party snacks could only take her so far.

Her predatory eyes scanned over those who were still around and not yet consumed, and she pressed her teeth together in a broader and broader grin as she saw all those cute preythings avoiding her gaze, even outright flinching when they saw her cast that hungry glare over them. That just made her more amused. And hungry. Enough so that she had to reached up and wipe at her chin with one of her sleeves, already feeling herself drooling. There were so many warm, soft mammals just hanging around, not even thinking about how delicious they looked to a ravenous shark, at least until she met their eyes.

Only one of them actually returned her voracious stare, and she was the last person Lucy expected to do so. Sure, hyenas were tough and all, but the one she was eyeing looked the exact opposite of what she usually expected of the species. Particularly small, soft, girly, and just plain cute, that wide-eyed hyena girl was staring right back at her with perked ears and an excited little smile. She was wiggling on the spot, and it wasn't long before the giggles started to spill out of her. Completely uncontrollable, taking over her entire body, and letting Lucy know just how worked up that mere look was getting her.

Licking slowly over each of her teeth in turn, making sure they were gleaming perfectly, Lucy eventually just exercised her sheer power over the giggly girl with a simple gesture. She beckoned, and the hyena obeyed. The lean spotty girl was up from her seat in a moment, swaying her hips as she all but stumbled over. Not exactly elegant, but her excitement was delightful to watch, especially since all Lucy had to do to inspire it was sit there and grin. Eventually she just reached her hands out, took the hyena by the hips, and pulled her right into her lap, stroking her claws down her spine.

"Hi meat. You're an awfully brave one, coming to greet me like that."

The hyena nodded. "Oh, you're super scary! But you're just... wow! And those teeth! I'm Keedee, or Kee, or whatever - hi!"

That made the shark chuckle. "I don't normally ask for the name of my next meal, but since you've offered - Lucy. Like my teeth, do you? Wanna touch them?"

Kee was already reaching out before she even spoke. As hesitant as she sounded, she wasn't acting it, already tracing her fingers over the dangerous surface of those layered chompers. "Not gonna bite my hands off or something are you?"

Lucy just shrugged. She hadn't fully decided what she was going to do with this cutie yet, but just stealing a short lick over those offered digits pretty much sealed her fate. Sweet like honey, enticingly warm, and overall utterly delicious. There was no way she was leaving the party outside of a big shark belly. Lucy felt a particularly insistent grumble work its way up from her gut, letting her feel her own hunger right in the back of her throat, and it compelled her to action. She needed to consume.

Keedee wasn't heavily dressed for the party, just wearing a short crop top and a pair of hip-hugging shorts, though Lucy still began to work on them anyhow. Not because her stomach couldn't handle them - she just wanted to be sure she got to taste every single inch of that slim, succulent body. Every one of those tasty spots. Kee just sat in Lucy's lap the whole time, wiggling some as those claws poked and prodded around at her, until they snipped through a strap, or began to pry her shorts off her cute rump, while that fluffy tail twitched and swayed around all through it.

Lucy caught herself drooling when she peeled the spotty girl's panties off. Kee was soaking wet at that point, excessively so. The shark had never really seen someone get so intensely turned on so quickly, and she simply had to have a sample of her liquid lust before she got to the main course. So she stuck a finger down between Kee's thighs, swiped it back and forth across her folds, and brought it up to her mouth to slurp off. It was hot, smoothed, and laced with delicious pheromones. Tasting her sex ended up just reinforcing the decision Lucy had already made. That sweet thing was getting turned into shark fat.

She didn't spare another moment, didn't waste another word, didn't even warn her prey of what was coming once she'd stripped her down to her spots. It was time to feed, and she snatched Kee under the arms, wrenched her forward, and pointed her muzzle straight between those teeth. The resulting cackles of alarm and arousal echoed down into Lucy's waiting maw, then were muffled as she began to engulf that squirming, laughing morsel. She wasn't even close to the biggest meal the shark had ever swallowed whole. It was going to be easy. But the heat and flavour of her excitement was going to prove absolutely blissful with every single gulp. She could taste fear and arousal alike, all mixed up into a tantalizing cocktail she could have savoured forever. But that would have meant delaying how soon she could start digesting that cute face.

Soon she was framing Kee's narrow shoulders with her teeth, nibbling here and there. That silly hyena made such adorable sounds at even the slightest nip. Just a little prod of those sharp fangs and Kee was yipping and snickering in slightly fearful excitement. And getting wetter too, until it was just soaking her thighs and Lucy's belly alike with that hot scent of horny hyena. Lucy didn't mind the mess. It just ensured her meal was going to be more flavourful once she got her tongue up between her legs. But for the moment, she was just working down her soft chest, making sure to nibble all the way down, kneading Kee's spine with those deadly teeth while she shoved her in whole. It was tempting to just bite down to see how much she really squirmed, but it was going to be more fun to feel her worked down from excited giggler to sloshing sludge inside her gut. So she resisted the urge, for the moment.

Instead, she focused on swallowing. Kee had to be the smallest hyena Lucy had ever met, especially for a female, and her slim frame fit snugly into the shark's gullet, merely making a modest bulge on the way in. Only her bust needed some good squishing, getting those ample curves pressed down flat by the power of the compressing gullet working all around her. It was like a massage, but a particularly harsh, deep-tissue sort of thing, pressing hard into her every muscle, kneading right down to her bones, popping a few joints from the sheer pressure but not doing any harm. Lucy took Kee by the hips, and tilted her upwards, letting that booty wiggle through the and those spotted legs kick all about, while Kee's cackles grow increasingly muffled with her muzzle pointed straight down towards Lucy's loudly gurgling gut.

Eventually, Lucy just had to bite. Only a little. Kee had such a trim belly, firm and lean, and it felt so good to knead into it with her teeth. She drew the line at drawing blood, knowing how worked up she'd get over it, but she certainly made her meal squeal a bit. Nobody heard it but her, at that point. Kee was half swallowed, getting teased by those pointed teeth digging into her supple middle, ensuring she kept those legs flailing all the way in while shark saliva ran thick down her spots, pooling over her tits and splashing down across her face to make her sputter amid all the giggling. Lucy loved the way her prey's body felt between her teeth, and she liked how she tasted even more. She needed more of that flavour, of that spice dancing over her senses.

Fortunately, a fine source of it was right there before her jaws. To make up for the slightly painful gnawing, she slipped Kee down just a little deeper, and soon got her tongue right up between her thighs, where her glistening sex was somehow still putting out a tremendous amount of those slippery fluids, only adding to the gourmet experience of devouring her. Lucy told herself she wouldn't savour her meal when she was already so hungry, but she had to at least pause for a few good slurps of that sloppy cunt, making even more of a mess with all the drool her luscious meal was inspiring. She sucked down that hyena juice for a while, just grunting and huffing a bit at how pleasant it was to feel it running down her throat, but she couldn't linger there for too long. Keedee was shark food, and it was time to finish her off.

A simple shift of her tongue's position turned it from tasting to consuming. Lucy slurped her way past Kee's sex and instead just pressed firm on her taint, while giving her ass a good shove with both hands. Not that it was necessary. Gravity alone already had a firm hold on that squirmy hyena, but that was too slow for Lucy's liking. She needed to feel every single one of those spots sloshing down in her hot gut. From ass, she moved her grip to Kee's soaked thighs, shoving hard on those, stuffing her down between her teeth. Then she had a hard grip on her calves, digging in with her claws in her hungry haste. Shoving, gnawing, devouring. Lucy couldn't stand to have Kee anywhere but inside her any longer.

The sounds of swallowing were loud and wet, echoing in Kee's ears as her spots disappeared down into that bulging gut, and then behind the shark's breasts with each slick gulp, until the last of her curling toes completely vanished into Lucy's jaws, and a long, final swallow pushed her all the way down into a rounded, jostling belly that bounced about as her small body made impact with with the slimy bottom of that hungry shark stomach. A great, wet belch rumbled forth from her depths to mark the triumph, flinging flecks of hyena-flavoured spit in all directions as she sprawled and prepared for the cruel indulgence to come.

The round bulge Kee made became much more distinct in an instant. Lucy's stomach was sensing food, and so the digestive process kicked into immediate high gear. Kee's curves were soon outlined in harsh shark skin as if wrapped in latex, as the walls pulled taut around her, nearly crushing her on the spot. She wasn't getting away. Lucy had her. She'd claimed her with a mere look. As soon as their eyes met, Kee's fate was already sealed. All the giggling and wriggling she was doing was meaningless before the inevitable. Hot fluids were already pouring over her body, but more than that, Lucy's powerful stomach contractions were working hard to soften her, squeezing inwards until they both heard the first crunch. That wasn't just a pop of a joint, and the resulting struggles from her prey put that intimidatingly toothy grin right back on Lucy's face. It was going to feel so good to snuff her out in her gut.

A cute, soft thing like Kee was soon finding out just how inhospitable a shark's stomach really was. There was no gentle rocking to sleep, no slowly fading into warm submission. She was getting the air crushed out of her lungs by those merciless squeezes, getting her bones rearranged and softened, if not outright cracked by how powerfully she was getting compressed by Lucy's hunger. And she was already half-immersed in tingling fluids, distinctly feeling them picking away at her fur, reducing her to a much less pretty state in a matter of minutes. Lucy just sat right back all the while, picking the fur out of her teeth with a single claw, while her other hand kept busy massaging at her swollen middle, paying attention to every single detail as the hyena's body was ruthlessly broken and compressed into a smaller and smaller form to be digested.

Slapping at that bulge a few times with both hands, Lucy could only callously chuckle, knowing it was getting rough for Kee in there. "Not much longer and you're gonna be nothing more than shark fat, giggle-girl. I'm gonna enjoy wearing you on my tits, my ass, my gut. How's it feel in there?"

Of course she got no answer, not when things had grown so intense for the consumed hyena. Lucy's gut did all the talking, giving forth a series of rapid crunches as if outright chewing on Kee, munch munch munch, softening her up until she was hardly in one piece anymore. Bent and twisted in every direction, while acid went from tickling at her fur and skin to outright burrowing into her flesh. Burning, melting, stripping it away little by little. There was still plenty of digestion to go, but Kee wasn't going to last through it. She wasn't going to last much longer at all, getting her bones pulverized and her body sizzled away under the harsh assault of a shark's hellish digestive process, all primed to start sucking her down into her intestines and start converting her to something Lucy could use and wear.

A little longer, just a little longer. Giggles turned to faint murmurs, cackles to fading gasps, and her constant wriggling motions had all but ceased as the last energy faded from Kee's muscles, resulting in a few last twitches. But it wasn't a gradual process of ending her. It all came at once, in the form of a particularly powerful squeeze inwards as Lucy flexed her gut, tightening the muscles there and clamping in on all that softened meat, all that remaining of the pretty girl. Kee couldn't hope to stand up to that kind of strength, and she gave one long lingering whimper that went suddenly silent the moment something gave in. It went along with a crackle like a falling tree, and in an instant, Kee was motionless. She'd barely lasted minutes down in that harsh, sloppy gut, and now she was little more than meat, rapidly being digested and converted, the great round bulge in Lucy's belly growing flatter and more indistinct. No more hyena there. Just a sloshing gut full of meat, turning into nutrients for that unflinching shark one noisy churn at a time.

Lucy simply laid herself across the entire couch, her legs hanging over the end, and began to rub her belly. Not that she needed to - Kee was digesting perfectly, as comfortable as any other food. Not even her bones were giving Lucy trouble, though they still made plenty of noise, getting crunched up by that naturally brutal process. No one was going to recognize her once that big shark was done with her, and Lucy was going to be thicker, heavier, and incredibly content knowing she'd turned such a cutie into a satisfying meal. Her only comment on it was another long, crude belch projected across the room, an extended note of juicy satisfaction, telling everyone nearby that Kee was already gone.

***

The party had quieted down a whole lot by the time Lucy woke up from her nap on the couch. The host was already long gone, so it wasn't like there was any reason for her to hurry up and leave. Her gut gave a soft gurgle as soon as she moved. Almost like a contented purr, swiftly reminding her of her meal, and how good it felt to claim her. A cool, soothing sensation spread through all her limbs as she thought about it, reaching the tip of every finger, and she couldn't help but moan through her gritted teeth as she swam in the satisfaction.

Her curves were extra-padded by then, and she was carrying some pudge around the middle. A surprising amount from such a small hyena, but then, she had digested her entire body after all. Even a below-average person was still a lot of meat. If it wasn't for a particularly nagging bodily need, she might have just stayed there a while, basking in the feeling of being so well-fed, rubbing over her thickened body with slow and savoury strokes, admiring how much bigger Kee made her. But the longer she did that, the more pressure she felt building, and she knew what she had to do.

Getting up onto her feet was a slow process, coming out of that digestive nap as she was. Things were pretty calm around the house. Far fewer guests were about, and she could hear the gurgles of several guts all around, even if she wasn't exactly paying them any mind. She was too focused on a single destination, one that was just down the hall if she remembered right. But when she arrived and saw the lineup, she changed her mind pretty quickly. Keedee was ready to be returned to the earth in her newly digested form, but Lucy was just going to have to find another spot to dump her.

Not exactly caring for the property of someone who'd already been long digested anyway, she instead set out into the backyard, where it was mostly dark. That meant she was probably going to go without any audience for what came next. A nearby garden box still had a short shovel sticking out of the soil, and so she snatched it and set out into the middle of the backyard, ignoring the increasing urgency of the feeling in her lower intestines and instead digging herself a small hole right there in the grass. It wasn't exactly deep, but she was pretty certain no one was going to want to dig up this particularly nasty buried treasure.

Lucy unlatched her belt, lowered her britches right down, and squatted her bare rump right over that shallow grave she'd made. No burial at sea for the hyena - she was just going to end up fertilizing the lawn. A little huff, a grunt, and a gust of gas from beneath her lifted tail, and Lucy finally felt that wave of relieve washing over her as she flexed her rear and began to squeeze Keedee out as great thick logs of hot and heavy shark shit, flecked with those pulverized bones, little more than dust once Lucy's system was done with them.

Before long it was pretty clear that the hole she dug wasn't going to be adequate for the mess she was making. Not that it stopped Lucy any. She just grunted and gritted her teeth, hardly caring if anyone was watching as she shat that giggly girl right out in the leopard's back yard, piling up log after steaming log, each one thudding down heavy with all the bones sticking out of them. The longer Lucy dumped her out, the less those bones seemed to be digesting, resulting in some gasps and snarls from the shark as Kee tickled at the shark's asshole on the way out. It felt kind of nice, Lucy had to admit, especially when she thought back to that smiling face, and those bright blue eyes, knowing she'd ruined something so outwardly innocent, turned her into something vile no one would want to see.

There was still plenty to go, but it was moving slower. Thicker, heavier, and more chalky with all the bone content. The pile was already massive, a mound there standing up tall in the backyard, but Lucy was made to grunt, to flex, to force out the last few chunks. Until one particularly stubborn piece of former hyena clogged her right up, leaving her straining for a while, gritting her teeth and forcing out several particularly loud blasts of gas. They sounded like they were echoing through something, and that was when the blockage made itself obvious. Kee's skull wasn't exactly intact, crushed and caved-in by its journey through Lucy's system, but it still made for a hell of a squeeze on its way out. Lucy crouched a little lower, flexed her ass, planted her hands on her knees, and just put some muscle into forcing out that last reminder of who the hyena once was, until it was pushed free and clattered onto the bony pile of sharkshit, soon covered right up by the last few softer logs that spelled the end up Kee's filthy legacy.

Of course Lucy looked at what she'd done. That mound of waste certainly wasn't cute anymore. A few recognizable bones stuck out here and there, and there were bits of fur sticking out, stained dark. No one would have been able to really say who it was, just that it was someone. This was the final result of that tempting look, of that flash of teeth that Kee simply couldn't resist. Now she was part of the shark, and everything Lucy didn't need was getting buried beneath the dirt as she did her best to cover the hole back up, despite how much the dirty deed had overflowed it. A quick rinse off with the garden hose, and Lucy was back to herself. Thicker, curvier, filling out her clothes a little more fully, making them pull tighter to her shape, but most importantly of all she wasn't hungry anymore. At least for the moment.

With the party largely dead, both figuratively and literally, she figured there was no sense popping back in to bid farewell to anyone. Half the attendees were probably digested by that point, and the other half were sleeping off their meals, or getting rid of them. So she sauntered off into the night, a swish in her steps, swinging that long tail back and forth atop her fattened ass. Time to get back to her ship, where surely her crew was going to want to admire her enhanced form. She'd tell them all about the giggling dear she'd digested whole to get it, try to describe her spiced flavour, and tell them about the way she squirmed when Lucy's belly broke her bones. And she might even tell them about the mess she made at the end, and how good it felt, knowing it used to be a person.

The only thing she wouldn't mention was that hyena's name. Not for any fear of consequences, but simply because she hadn't really bothered to memorize it. Not like she had any need for it anymore. She was going to be long gone over the seas by morning, with only the extra fat on her form as reminder of her prey. Names didn't matter when you were made of meat. A shark like Lucy knew that well by now, and the hyena was neither the first one she'd claimed, nor would she be the last. Not when the memory of those final twitches were intense enough Lucy was going to need some time alone in her quarters when she got back. In all her travels and hedonism, there still was just no pleasure like digesting someone alive.

Part III: Skynero19 (Double oral vore, digestion) #C

Even with all the activity going on around him, Terry found himself much more comfortable just being intimate and cozy with a like-minded someone. That was how he ended up snuggled up next to the Clydesdale horse on the couch, just rumbling warmly against the larger equine, running his fingers through that fiery red hair, and receiving a fond stroke over his mane in return. It was rare that the lion found someone bigger than him, but cuddling up to Gareth actually made his own form look pretty modest by comparison, though still plenty powerful and muscled. But he didn't feel challenged or anything. Just comfy.

Though the bulge he was sitting on made him think that Gareth might have had more than just snuggling in mind. Or maybe he was just naturally hung like all horses, and that notable swell of girth was simply his at-rest size. Terry had never really seen a horse so generally bulky, and something about him was giving him a few little instinctual tingles. Was he part zebra, perhaps? That seemed likely by the faint stripes that mostly blended into the horse's dark hide.

Terry didn't ask. That was an odd question for anyone to bring up really, but especially so coming from a lion. Instead, he just focused on the warmth of his couch partner. There was plenty of it to enjoy. Though the closeness was getting him mildly turned on, not helped by how much debauchery was starting up nearby. There was almost the pressure to match it, to move things forward, but he was personally in no rush to go beyond casually intimate. Neither was Gareth, it seemed.

Being together like that sort of made them assume that other party-goers might leave them alone, consider them taken, but it didn't dissuade one particularly large guest. Gareth was very close to just smooching that big cat right on the lips when he noticed the attention, stopping short to gaze over Terry's shoulder with a look of recognition. Terry didn't see the approach, and was just left wondering who was sneaking up behind the both of them until he felt the breath steaming on the back of his mane.

He'd seen Sky earlier in the party - there was no real missing such a large, fuzzy orange dragon like that, but he hadn't introduced himself. It looked like he didn't have to. Sky just lingered extra close, and chuckled, outright licking his lips near Terry's ear. Something about that sloppy sound sent a little tingle up the lion's spine, reaching right to his scalp. He was already with a larger, stronger male, and this one was even stronger than Gareth. His latent submissive instincts were clawing their way to his mind, making him pay rapt attention to the dragon's every word.

"Caught yourself a kitty, Gareth? He's a handsome one. Just look at all the muscles. But I bet even a big strong stud like him still loves a good horsecock. Every cat does. No matter how tough."

Terry felt his cheeks get extra hot. Especially since it was completely true, in his experience. Every single cat he knew - and he was no exception. He felt himself bulging some in his jeans, squirming back and forth, which just had him rubbing up against the stallion's own crotch in the process. That was enough to stir Gareth's sheath to life, to let Terry feel those first twitches of arousal beneath him.

The look on his face must have been obvious, because Gareth was soon offering him a warm smirk that betrayed what he thought of the idea. Terry was really blushing at that. It wasn't visible under his fur, but his cheeks were just blazing. He met Gareth's gaze, and just found himself smiling back. Then just like that the two were making out, tingly tongue gliding and grinding against a thick horse slurper. All after that mere suggestion on behalf of the dragon, as if he were somehow hypnotic.

No such thing, it just awoke their desires all in one fell swoop. Neither of them were certain if the other would approve of such thoughts. Terry because most people expected him to be a top, Gareth because he wasn't sure if such a big cat would want to be a bottom. But now that they were in sync, they simply started to grope and undress each other, all under the watchful eye of the dragon puffing his hot breath over the two of them. His constant presence, looming so very close, to the point he was nearly drooling on the big cat, only seemed to fuel them both, driving them to strip to grind, to frot, and finally to get into position. Terry got his tail lifted high, his muscled rear pressing over the horse's flared tip, and then he was sliding down that pulsing spire, feeling it stretch him wide as the stallion's fingers dug deep into his hips.

The lion was no stranger to equines, even zebras, but he was still yowling when he was taking that fat cock to the very base, feeling Gareth's balls pressing up tight against his rump, flexing and pulsing as that cock rigidly bulged out his belly. It was hardly a minute after the dragon's approach. His approval just put them on the path, and the energy of the room, with all the other carnal activities around them, simply spurred them to indulge exactly how they both wanted to. They didn't even need to speak to each other about it. It was just what came naturally between two studs like them.

Sky leaned close as the two muscled males fucked, flicking his tongue up against Terry's ear, tasting through his mane. Terry was already in a particularly vulnerable state, getting his ass pumped by that big fat cock like that, bouncing up and down atop Gareth's sack. That slight teasing only made him all the shakier, causing him to shudder and practically mewl, knowing things were actually out of his control for once. He was rock hard, throbbing against Gareth's gut, smearing his pre all over the horse's hide, and only got harder when Sky whispered in his ear.

"You know, you're already plenty handsome," the dragon flirted. "But I bet you'd look even better with a full belly. And just look at who's in front of you. He's part zebra, you know. A lion like you should know what to do with him."

Terry simply turned his head to stare back at the huge predator behind him. It wasn't a matter of choosing yes or no, but of considering whether such a thing was even possible. He wanted to do it, wanted to please the dragon, but that stallion bucking and thumping his hips up against his ass was a whole lot of meat. Yet, Terry was still a lion, he told himself. He was meant to eat him. At the very least, he had to try. Even if he was fairly certain it wasn't going to work. Maybe the effort alone would be enjoyable.

Given how well synced they were up to that point, he was hardly surprised that Gareth didn't even object to those toothy jaws coming at him. Terry opened wide in a great yawn, and simply clamped his mouth over the horse's muzzle, inching forward a little at a time with that drooly grasp. The stallion didn't protest, but he did take a firmer hold of the lion's hips and start rutting that feline ass like he were breeding a mare. Getting eaten wasn't going to stop him from cumming in such a prize. Terry was struggling already, trying to remember how to relax, how to do that thing with his jaw, and the only encouragement was Sky's claws stroking up and down his back.

"Go on. Take it slow if you have to, but you can do it. You're a predator, and he's prey."

Terry wasn't sure why he so badly wanted to impress that dragon, but it was enough motivation to keep him working. That it only seemed to make Gareth harder all the while was also plenty inspiring. He stretched his jaws around the horse's head, working forward slowly but hungrily. It had been a good while since he had eaten. He had planned to just binge on party snacks, not eat an entire person, but either way, he was hungry enough. There was room. Even if it was going to take some stretching.

The shoulders of such a solidly-built male were of course the hardest part to ingest. Terry was left straining once he had hips lips around Gareth's throat. He nibbled there, tried to inch his way forward, but it felt like he was simply trying to swallow a brick wall. That was a lot of equine muscle, a lot of weight, and it didn't have much give for him to spread his jaws over. But he felt the dragon's touch, outright massaging his way up his back, then to his shoulders, and even to his jaws. Kneading, and helping him relax, until he just felt into that predatory stretch that seemed impossible at first. He was engulfing the horse, right down to the pecs, and the tremendous bulge all that equine was making on the way down wasn't stopping him.

Of course, it was going to be awfully hard to swallow someone who was still balls-deep inside of him. As he worked his way over Gareth's chest, Terry could feel him tensing, could feel him breathing harder, feel his heart accelerating. And more than that, he felt the horse's flare expanding inside of him, stretching out his backside while he stretched out his jaws around him. And then there came that telltale flex, that moment of perfectly rigid horsecock, followed by a thick, hot blast of cum right up beneath his tufted tail, soon answered by Terry's own jets laid across the stallion's middle, flowing along the rise of his middle, cascading down his somewhat soft gut. The lion was sloshing with that load by the time Gareth was done, and when he felt the very last trickles, he just lunged forth, pulling off that half-soft cock, letting it flop aside while the lion took to his feet to continue devouring his oversized prey.

There were plenty of alarm bells going off in his body, his integrity and flexibility tested to the very max as he worked his hardest to get his mouth over the rest of the horse. There was so much weight settling down inside him, with Gareth's snorting face pushing into his gut, and the much wider parts of him following. All Terry could do was extend his tongue and slurp his way down, getting his own cum smeared across his face, but not letting that stop him. He was going to finish off this horse, hooves and all, like a proper predator. Even if it meant being completely incapacitated for a while afterwards.

Which seemed more than likely as the horse started settling inside of him. It wasn't just that he was thickly built, but he was heavy. Beyond what his bulky form even implied. Terry found himself falling into a trance-like state, mesmerized by his own predatory urges, helped along by the dragon's reassuring whispers in his ear. Nearly inaudible, the breathy words were felt more than heard, but they kept Terry working, swallowing, devouring, packing away pound after pound of pure equine muscle until his formally taut abs were rounded and fat with his gut-stretching prey, leaving him reeling and trying not to just pass out from the combined strain and pleasure of starting to finally finish Gareth off.

Sky held him up all the while, soon supporting his entire weight, watching as the lion's tongue played over the stallion's cock, his balls, and then up between his thighs, all the way down to his great clunky hooves. Those alone were a hell of a swallow, something a wild lion would have surely left behind, back in nature, but Terry had made up his mind. The whole horse, no matter how much meat that proved to be, how much of a burden on his digestive system Gareth really was. No matter how many regrets he was sure to have. He just let the rest of himself go, focusing entirely on swallowing, and ultimately, triumphantly ended up stuffing every single bite of the horse right into his stomach, feeling the intense sensations of satisfaction wash over and wipe him out entirely in an instant.

If he had any worries of the consequences of weighing himself down like that, then the dragon was going to take them all away soon enough. He didn't even seem to have any trouble lifting the overfilled lion up towards his jaws, letting his arms dangle limply as he took Terry by the rump, squeezing deep. All the lion could do in response was belch, the weight and pressure on his belly far too much for him to squirm, or to protest, or to do much of anything but start rapidly gurgling away at Gareth, feel his shifts and pushes on the walls around him as his system did its best to try to lighten the burden. There was plenty of noise, but it didn't actually seem to be doing much to that stocky frame. Gareth was trapped, but that was about as far as Terry could get with him before they were both being stuffed into Sky's open jaws at once.

He didn't even need to warn Terry, or to tease him any further. The lion's own imposed gluttony had taken him out of commission well enough that he couldn't even resist being snapped up by a hungry dragon. At that point, a soft, warm place to rest like Sky's outstretched tongue was a welcome relief. He didn't even really squirm, aside from getting himself comfortable for his slippery slide, stuffed into the fuzzy dragon's jaws and bathed in steaming hot drool. No small part of him was considering a nap, but the stimulation of being swallowed whole kept him relatively alert as his great maned head pushed into Sky's gullet, soaking into his fur, taking away that dignified appearance of his. Just a smeared and soaked kitty soon enough, his fur wetter with every gulp around his engorged form. That meant there was even more pressure on that sensitive bulge of prey, squeezing out another belch or two on his way down.

Sky struggled less with eating both of them than Terry had with Gareth. He didn't rush it, but he wasn't exactly going slowly either. Tossing his head, letting gravity assist in his swallowing like a gator, shaking them both down, jostling the lion's constricting belly with every movement. He did at least try not to put too much pressure on that gut - he didn't want his prey to be excessively uncomfortable. But as the stuffed lion slid down towards the loudly churning chamber below, it was pretty clear digestion wasn't exactly going to be gentle with either of them.

With his meal half-consumed, Sky released Terry's legs, just letting them flop down and dangle from his jaws, framed by his teeth, saliva running all the way to the lion's flexing toes. That was about all Terry could do at that point to express what he was feeling. Was it pleasure, excitement, or fright, discomfort? Couldn't be said, and he was well beyond trying to communicate. Instead, he was hiccuping. That gave some amusing jolts to the bulge jiggling its way down Sky's gullet, as the dragon just reclined over that same couch the males had just been fucking on, laying as much of his huge body over its cushions as he could manage. At least he didn't have to support all the weight in his gut any more.

One more hard swallow, a flick of spit over that tufted tail, and Terry was gone. But not vanished. He was still quite visible as an extra-large shape pushing out on the curve of his fuzzy belly. He set to rubbing at it with both hands, while reclining deeply into the seat beneath him, closing his eyes. A nice horse-stuffed lion, truly a delicacy. Muscular, bulky, and utterly subdued by a meal far too big for him. Really, Sky was doing him a favour. Left to digest that horse all by himself, he would have had a miserable time. But instead he was going to get some help from the much more powerful stomach acids of a dragon.

Which were soon in full working order. They poured out thick over the big cat, half immersing him. He was probably already tingling plenty, but he wasn't showing any signs of it. More or less dormant in there, he'd been utterly taken out by exhaustion, and he wasn't going to be able to keep conscious for much longer. That was fine with Sky, who just continued kneading at his prey, pressing right down on Terry's gut so he could feel the muscles of the horse beneath, feel Gareth panting and flexing, but utterly stuck in place. There was no question of whether or not he was getting digested - it was just a matter of who got to him first.

Given how quickly he was working on the lion's fur, loosening his mane and stripping down the layers of fluff to expose reddening skin beneath, Sky's bet was on himself. He grinned and picked at his teeth some, plenty of lion fur caught there, and made sure to swallow it all down. No sense wasting any of that tasty cat. The two males were powerful, their bodies built and refined through intense, constant work. And that just meant they were all the more enjoyable to digest, their strength nothing in the face of a dragon's hunger. Even a big strong lion like Terry was bending, breaking, and beginning to simply melt down, slosh by slosh, churn by churn, until the clump of meat and fur inside Sky hardly even resembled a lion anymore.

Sky's grin only grew wider, and his cock started to firm up once he realized what was happening to Gareth in the process. With the lion swiftly softening into a mushy shadow of his former self, filling with those harsh fluids as they worked him from the inside out, Gareth was escaping from his fate only to find another. He'd been untouched by the dragon's digestives inside the lion, only vaguely tickled by Terry's belly before it was in no shape to keep working on him. That goopy, weakened form of the lion, though still alive and breathing, meant that the horse could simply push his way out through that half-digested gut, freeing himself and spilling into the slimy contents of Sky's stomach alongside the fading lion.

That made the dragon outright laugh, as cruel as it might have been. "Oh, you should have stayed in him, Gareth! You'd have been safer. A cat's belly might have even been gentle on you. But mine won't."

All but sentient, Sky's gut seemed to react to the fresh meat with glee and exuberance. It filled up near to the brim, and started squishing down on its prey hard. Firmly enough that even Gareth was getting softened, and that meant the weakened lion fared poorly. He was finished off in a slippery, slimy squeeze of belly walls around his goopy form, smashed to mostly liquid but for the stubborn bones. Nothing elegant or dignified about it, just a messy, sudden end inside the hungry dragon, the result being some melting meat and simmering bones adding to the near scorching contents of Sky's innards, leaving Gareth stewing and digesting at a pace so rapid he could hardly even gasp.

A dragon's digestive system simply had momentum. Not long after it had mashed the lion to paste, and it was eager to do the same to the horse. Gareth flexed and pushed at the walls around him, using his strength to resist at least a little. Which proved quite futile. Maybe he could keep himself from being crushed, but he was already coated in the means of his own destruction. All those acids simply washed away the lion's own. Those were far too weak to stand up to a dragon's, and the horse soon was slumping, sinking, dipping down below the bubbling surface, practically boiling in there as he was converted to fat upon the great furred dragon's form. Muscle by muscle.

All of Gareth movements grew slower, weaker every single time Sky's stomach compressed around him. The dragon sighed with delight as his prey seemed to almost massage him. Gareth felt like a solid stone inside him at first, build so solidly as to cast doubt on whether he could really be digested. But every noisy glurk and glorp had Sky's stomach squeezing inwards just a little tighter, finding more give to the horse's bulky body, until he was being flattened, being broken, being mashed into all manner of unnatural shapes until he too was simply joining the mess of nutrients and fur he was already swimming in. Bent, melted, until he was mostly formless, managing little more than a few last twitches before unceremoniously becoming nothing more than prey.

That just left Sky to sit back and savour the feeling of adding their powerful bodies to his own. They had hardly looked like prey, but they'd become such anyway. He glanced around at the other activities around him, at the fucking and the grinding and the girly frames sliding down into other gullets, and he just patted his own gut proudly knowing he'd claimed one of the richest, most fulfilling meals of them all. Digesting those studs had turned on enough that he was considering just stroking off that pulsing dragon cock right then and there. It wasn't like anyone would stop him. But instead, he was happy to simply continue relaxing, sprawled out and listening to his own stomach render every single last recognizable detail into an indistinct mass of sludge to be added to his mass.

There was just one last thing for anyone to recognize. Sky could feel them clattering about. Not just any bones, but a distinct reminder of who his prey once was. Churning up plenty of activity in digesting them, Sky could feel a mighty belch rumbling up from his gut, building pressure, until he simply had to erupt like some kind of volcano. At least he refrained from spewing flames across the room as he broadcasted that crude announcement of his satiation, sending two solid objects rushing up his throat and soaring out to bounce and clatter upon the floor, cracking on impact. Two mostly-polished skulls, stripped of all their meat, inside and out, and coated in digestive slime. They ended up right next to each other, lion and horse alike, predator and prey, united in digestion by that gluttonous and indiscriminate dragon gut. Sky figured he'd collect those grim trophies to remind him of his meal later, but for the moment, he was far too content, relaxing them off, his body flooded with sparks of ecstasy as the two males added to him, their nutrients absorbed and padding him out as little more than jiggly fat upon his fuzzy form.

Part IV: ScalesDarkwing (Unbirthing, digestion, soul vore) #D

This whole thing was way out of her comfort zone. Even just sitting there, knowing people were looking her way, considering her appearance, was enough to make Layla squirm. She just lost herself in a drink she wasn't really enjoying, trying not to look at everyone else and their flagrant good times. Not out of disgust - more out of a bit of jealousy. She wished she could just loosen up, just let herself go and give in to her whims and desires like everyone else. It was the perfect setting for such a thing, but her own crippling shyness kept her shackled to her seat.

What if they said no, or even just laughed at her? She saw several guys she wouldn't mind getting to know a little better, some big fellows who could have just swept her up in their arms. But they probably didn't want a short-ish, chubby husky like her. Not when there were so many other sexy options just wandering around, many of them fully nude. She sighed, and laid back, wishing she could overcome her own lack of confidence at least for one fun night. Everyone else was having such a good time - even if things were getting a little gluttonous. In her frustration, she didn't even really think about the danger around her. More just the feeling of missing out on what was probably a very good thing to miss.

So that was why she didn't even flinch when she noticed the approach of such a big dragoness. Layla recognized that great blue reptile, with her elaborate swirling patterns and her general hefty stature, but it didn't for a moment occur to her that Xyria was approaching with anything carnal in mind. She just assumed the dragoness was bored or something, and had settled upon talking to her to pass the time. At least her constant shroud of shyness was feeling a little lighter on her shoulders, thanks to the company. And anyway, Layla was pretty sure she only liked guys.

"Oh, hey. No luck tonight?" Layla softly asked by way of making conversation, feeling her position on the couch elevated as Xyria sunk her impressive weight into the cushion beside her.

"Why do you say that, Layla?" Though they hardly knew each other, Xyria had a friendly, familiar tone like this was far from the first them they had met.

That just made the husky shrug. "Just, you know. Coming to sit with me. Guess you didn't see someone you liked?"

Xyria moved a little closer. Given how much heavier she was than Layla, that meant the dog ended up sliding across the couch as it sank to one side. She was all but hip to hip with the dragoness, and though she didn't think Xyria was really there for her, she couldn't help but feel her tail start to slowly wag on its own. Some part of her was a little excited. Especially when Xyria lowered her voice into a gently flirtatious whisper.

"Don't be silly. Of course I found someone. A soft, gorgeous someone, sitting here right beside me, not even aware of how sexy she really is."

Layla stuck her ears straight up, and then flattened them, feeling her cheeks grow so hot she had to reach up and rub at them as if to put out a fire. She looked down at herself, and her lazy choice of party-wear, and then over to that elegantly plump, curvy form of the dragoness, her scales gleaming like she was made of sapphire. There had to be some mistake. Or something sitting directly behind her or something. And Layla was almost certain she wasn't attracted to someone like herself, even if the bulge in the dragoness' skirt let her know that maybe Xyria wasn't exactly like her. Yet there she was, squirming in her seat, feeling herself growing warmer, more tense, and given time, just a little wet.

"Me? But, there are so many..." Layla didn't even get to finish her sentence before she felt a scaly finger pressed to her lips, silencing her.

"Shhh. No one else. I want you. And you want to be wanted, don't you?" There was a look in the dragoness' eyes that matched the gleam of her teeth, bared in a sultry smile.

Layla felt as if she were encased in a block of ice. She couldn't move. But she was slowly melting her way out of it with all the heat she was giving off. Just hearing those words rocketed her to a peak of arousal in seconds, making her clench, making her soak her panties with her juices, until simply sitting there was by itself so pleasurable she was huffing, gasping, whimpering out in a doggish voice. She tried to deny what it was doing to her to simply know that Xyria desired her, but she couldn't get the words out properly.

"But I... I don't... I'm not sure if... gah."

She just gave up, and the dragoness chuckled, before leaning in close and laying a soft smooch on her cheek. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to actually make Layla moan out. Not because it was spectacularly pleasurable, but simply because she could feel the lust hidden behind the gesture. This was no tease, no joke. Xyria really wanted her, and only her, out of all the other people she could have chosen at the party. Layla's tail was beating against the back of the couch in her growing excitement.

"You don't have to be sure. You just have to feel good." Running her claws through Layla's hair, Xyria toyed with those few braids she'd tied, unfurling them while scritching at her, petting her like a good doggy.

"Where do I start?" She could barely catch her breath with how worked up she was, and she was starting to pant, her tongue hanging free. She was beyond caring how it made her look.

"Well, if you're not sure about certain things, then maybe you ought to get familiar with them?"

Layla wasn't entirely sure what she meant until she saw the dragoness shifting, leaning back in her seat and spreading her thighs. That soft, flowery skirt hung loosely over her legs, reaching all the way to her feet, and it was easily lifted up to reveal the double set below. First there were those hefty, white-scaled nuts, atop which rested Xyria's firming cock. That was familiar and welcome, even if the spiralling ridges running down her shaft were a bit intimidating. But that wasn't the only feature, and Xyria was quick to heft up her balls in her palm, giving a good look at her glistening, dripping sex beneath. Nestled there beneath her male set, making the husky bite her lip, hesitant.

"I just don't know..." Layla murmured, trying not to be too harsh with her words. It was nothing against the dragoness, just that she still didn't quite think she'd enjoy it properly. But the more she stared, barely even blinking, the more she was starting to wonder. The shiny sheen over those folds, the arousing scent her keen nose was picking up. And all the while knowing that Xyria wanted it, wanted her.

"Then you'll just have to find out. A cute dog like you must be very good with your tongue. Why don't you show me what you can do?"

It was one thing to just look, another to actually consider licking, tasting. But she liked Xyria, and her warm demeanour. The urge to make her feel good was running through Layla's body, her mind. She wanted to know. Maybe this time, she might change her mind. And so she was getting down on her knees, kneeling between the dragoness' legs, getting gently squeezed between her thighs, still wagging all the while.

If she was tense, she was comforted by those claws running through her hair, scritching down the back of her head, her neck, over her shoulders before Xyria was simply massaging her. It was all enough to get her relaxing, make her forget about how 'straight' she always called herself. She wanted to taste, to make the dragoness feel good, to indulge her and give in to her own curiosity. Even at risk of not enjoying it, or embarrassing herself. It was worth it.

That thought was only reinforced once she drew the first lick from bottom to top of Xyria's pussy, scooping up a great deal of those accumulated juices, letting their flavour dance over her tongue. In return, she left the dragoness' folds nicely drooled upon, just as shiny as before. Why didn't anyone ever tell her how good this tasted? Maybe it was just Xyria, that sweet feminine flavour mixing in with something more masculine, enticing Layla's palette until she couldn't help but drool a little. She needed more.

Above, Xyria gave a deep, rumbling moan that was partly a growl. Not aggressive, but powerful, maybe a little dangerous. But whatever it was, it told Layla she was doing a good job, encouraged her to keep slurping. She slapped her tongue up and down those lips once more, tasting, slurping, smearing her sloppy saliva all over them, but it wasn't enough. So she just dug her nose in firm against Xyria's clit, and began to stuff her tongue right inside that steadily dripping cunt, getting it sopping wet as she plunged forth, not even asking. She needed it.

All the dragoness did was grunt, buck forth, and take a firm hold of Layla's head in response. She got her hips slowly rocking, grinding against that canine muzzle, but mostly she just soaked in all the pleasure she was being offered, showing her teeth above in an increasing snarl of bliss. Not because Layla was particularly good at what she was doing, but she was eager, horny for something she'd never allowed herself to enjoy before.

"That's it. You're a good pussy eater. I know you've always needed this. The right person to devote yourself to just hadn't found you yet. You and that talented tongue of yours. Take it all. Everything you never knew you wanted it."

Through it all, Layla was horny beyond anything she'd ever felt before. She didn't even need to touch herself. Just sitting there, basking in that intense heat, in that aching, clenching, soaking arousal was as pleasurable as getting pounded, getting fucked. She didn't need a cock - she just wanted to eat that sex before her, shoving herself forward until she'd inserted her entire muzzle. She didn't bother to slow down, to pace herself. She was like a starving dog, feasting upon that delicious treat, discovering how much she loved it with every pumping slurp of her tongue. Hardly licking anymore, she was just plunging her tongue in and out, fucking the dragoness with it, splattering her cheeks, in juices. She loved how it felt on her fur, clinging to her, washing her own scent away and replacing it.

She couldn't see Xyria's expression the whole time, but she could sense her approval. And she wanted to keep feeling that sensation, that silent praise for working so deeply, so thoroughly. So she couldn't stop just because her whole muzzle was inside. She had to keep pushing herself in, to lick deeper, more forbidden depths. Going full-immersion into her new attraction, from hesitant to shamelessly indulgent, working inwards towards the dragoness' inner heat. By then she wasn't just licking up juices, she was swallowing them, in great throatfuls. Glurking them down, intoxicated by their flavour, their aroma, letting herself grow compelled, transfixed.

It wasn't that the dragoness was doing anything to her mind. There were no tricks, no manipulation of her thoughts. This was a part of Layla that always existed, that had always been waiting to spring to life, and all it took was the proper pussy. She proved it repeatedly, redundantly as she lustfully thrust her entire face between Xyria's thighs, eating away at her depths, devouring her scented slickness. The clenches she felt around her entire head kept her in place, told her she was pleasuring the great blue dragoness. And she was so happy about it she didn't notice, or bother to notice just how powerfully she was being contracted, how she was losing control of how quickly she was sliding inside, dragged inwards by the squeezes kneading all around her skull.

It wasn't that they were going to crush her, or smother her, but she wasn't able to pull back out anymore. Not that she was trying. She was just pushing her shoulders snug against Xyria's pussy, letting her whole head serve as a sex toy, pumping forward and kneaded on from all sides. She was drunken, near mindless, hardly able to think in words anymore. She thought nothing unusual of vanishing right up between those powerful legs, even when Xyria lowered her skirt back down over her, leaving her gone from sight but for her feet and her wagging tail flicking the fabric back and forth.

To most, it was still obvious that she had someone slurping and sucking down between her legs, but it was less clear by the moment. A great flex, and a dominant squeeze, and Layla had a whole lot more than her head inside. She might have been a chubby dog, but that meant she was soft, squishable. Her body fit right up into the dragoness' cunt just fine. Shoulders, then her breasts, feeling her heaving breasts puffing there inside that scaly sex. Then down over her belly, mashing it flatter, making Layla groan and squirm a little, but she couldn't slow down the ravenous process. Nor did she want to.

Being pressed right into the dragoness' very womb simply meant she had something new to lick at. How often did someone get to pleasure this deeply? Get to taste such hidden, secret flavours? Suck down the freshest juices? She was surrounded by that enticing fragrance, broken into slathering her tongue in them at every moment as if already desperately addicted. And all the while, the bulge beneath Xyria's skirt began to flatten back down. But for her cock anyway, kept tall and wet with pre by the pleasure of all that soft, soaked fur sliding up between the smeared lips of her pussy. Sweat was soon added to the musky mess as Layla found herself hip-deep in dragoness, the sweltering heat within her womb weakening her but only slowing her slightly.

Soon she was finding herself getting compacted into a rounded form, her limited flexibility tested as she curled up around her own chubby form. Her own pussy, sopping wet, was soon smearing through the dragoness' juices, getting kneaded by those powerful contractions that were sucking her inside. Then it was just her thighs, her faintly kicking legs. She was far too inebriated on musk and flavour to even think of struggling. She couldn't even think of the situation as dangerous. There was only the sensations, the stimulation, and the bliss of giving in entirely. To her own desires, and much more so, to Xyria's.

She was whimpering as the dragoness finished slurping up her legs, leaving only her feet, her curling toes sticking out. The last of her, easy to just tug inside at the rate Xyria was already consuming her. But instead, she paused. It would have been easy to finish her off, but the moaning, writhing husky trapped within her bulging middle, coated in the juices of her womb, was in such a state of utter devotion that it was even better to just stop and see what she did. Layla didn't last long before she was broken by her own impatience. Even that slight pause was too much for her to bear - and she soon was wriggling, tugging, doing everything she could from her confined position to crawl within the dragoness' womb entirely, to polish herself off. It was one thing to consume her. It was so much more to simply give her the opportunity to submit, to devote herself entirely to the dragoness' pleasure, no matter what it cost her.

It wasn't easy. Layla was far from athletic, and she was so confined that she could hardly get a good squirm going. But Xyria was patient. She let that husky wriggle, let her flex and move with increasing desperation, inching the last of herself inwards without a moment's hesitation. She needed to be inside. To give herself fully to this new pleasure, this new person who so bluntly wanted her. It seemed a lost cause at first, but Layla was determined, fighting through exhaustion, panting that womb full of steam as she struggled her way within, finally inching past those parted lips, letting them slickly seal back up behind her. One more solid clench down, and she was fully taken, fully consumed. Fully devoted.

Xyria softly smirked to herself, giving a long sigh and settling down into her seat. Her skirt still tented with her hard-on, but she didn't attend to it just yet. Instead, she simply kneaded at her new bulge, her prey, massaging Layla from the outside, ensuring she didn't have any regrets. And she didn't. She was far too relaxed for that, and far too horny, shaking from head to toe, whimpering out, yipping, nearly barking. All her pent up desire, all her suppressed need, her denial of a pleasure she never knew she'd always needed, it was roiling through her veins until it finally hit a peak.

A harsh buck of her body, a few uncontrolled twitches and spasms, and finally she just cried out, groaning, snorting, nearly howling. A whole assortment of doggish noise, none of it quite doing justice to the surging climax that raced through her body, sending her from dripping to gushing in seconds. She splattered herself, and the womb around her, squirting so hard she could hardly take it, gritting her teeth tight as that mind-shattering pleasure took control of her body. Her muscles weren't hers to control, firing off and making her shake all over, lash out, kick. Xyria just endured it all, not at all bothered by her prey's lack of care, soaking in the delight of making her cum from simply consuming her. She'd always wanted this. It just took a demonic dragoness to teach her how to truly enjoy herself.

As tempting as it was to stroke herself off in time to Layla's orgasm, Xyria instead just laid back and let her own arousal simmer while she felt Layla slump and collapse, exhausted, stunned, broken. She was just going to stay there a while, stewing in those scents, in those contractions massaging all around her squishy body. One plump husky, consumed. Fuelled by her own latent desires, compelled all the way inside. There was nothing unnatural about it. No spells, no hypnosis. Xyria simply gave her what she wanted. And that was a hot, dark womb to curl up in, to pant in, and to squeeze around her as she slowly faded into blissful slumber, not even minding the consequences of falling asleep in such a place.

While she rested, her body grew gradually softer, more soaked, those juices working into her skin to convert her into fluid, one drop at a time, while the womb around compressed her into a flatter, less defined shape with every contraction. It wasn't going to take long, and Xyria could only grit her teeth and drip there beneath her skirt, fighting off the urge to play with herself, to get off before it was time. Such a sweet and innocent husky was going to make for one fine orgasm - but more than that, a meal. A kind soul like hers was just the sort of thing a demon hungered after, and it didn't belong to Layla anymore.

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As gentle as she'd been with Layla, Xyria's demeanour shifted some once she'd consumed the husky. She let her fangs show, let her eyes shine more brightly, and anyone who cast a look her way was met by an intense, predatory glare that made sure her slow digestion of the chubby dog continued uninterrupted. Layla was hers, and no one was going to take her away, to rescue her. She kneaded and massaged her softly churning womb, feeling the dog's form softening little by little, until there wasn't much recognizable anymore. Just a smooth, round bugle, flattening with each moment.

Digestion was one word for it, but it was far from harsh. Whether Layla was conscious or not for any of it, there was nothing painful, nothing to startle or torment. Just a gentle simmering down of her body into those fragrant juices. The very same that had so enticed her to begin with, that had lured her inside, made her give up everything just to pleasure and be pleasure by the dragoness. Xyria's womb was sloshing, bloated with them by the time she was done rendering down the entire dog, and that was when she knew it was finally time to get the release she'd pushed away for too long.

It wasn't like anyone would mind anymore. The party had grown dim, subdued. So many people had vanished from it. The husky was just one more. So no one was complaining when she lifted her skirt back up, revealing her cock, her soaked pussy. She left her male side out of it for the moment, instead devoting her fully attention to her sex. Three fingers inside, and a thumb for her clit, and she rocketed herself forth towards orgasm, pumping and stroking herself as hard as she could, thrusting at the air, starting to outright snarl as that electric feeling crept through her entire body. Beyond tingling, she was being shocked with it, and she had to close her eyes, bear her teeth, and finally simply roar out with bliss as Layla's new form burst forth from the dragoness' all-consuming womb.

It was no rebirthing. There was nothing left alive. Merely a musky deluge of thoughtless essence, squirting over everything in sight. The floor was a puddle, a river of the steaming stuff before long, as Xyria spurted hard, her hips bucking as if with recoil. The whole room was marked down by dragon scent before long, filling with that heat, that fragrance. Maybe there was a bit of husky left too, but mostly, Layla was cum. Converted into that extended orgasm rocking the dragoness' body, while Xyria put on a show of plunging near her whole fist in and out of her sopping, squirting pussy, squeezing out every single drop of her intensely hot juices until all that was left of the cute dog was a warm trickle down scaly thighs.

Except for one thing. Some part of the husky's consciousness was still present within her scales. Xyria could feel it, glimmering there in those humid depths. An innocent soul, confused and lost. Probably not feeling much of anything. She'd give her somewhere to be, someone to belong to. All it took was a moment's focus, and Xyria laid back, soaking in her own orgasm, breathing heavily. A few sharp gasps escaped her lips once she started feeling herself absorbing that lingering energy. Adding it to her mass, sucking the light right out of it until it was dark, corrupted. Increasingly depraved by the moment, and then coming apart like the ashen remains of a scorched tree. Collapsing in on itself, and pulled away into the darkness.

Xyria rubbed at her faintly glowing middle, and licked over her lips. A delicious doggy girl with an equally delicious soul. All hers now, made part of her scales, of her mass and heft. All that uncertainty, that worry about not being wanted, and she'd finally found someone who truly desired her. All of her. And now she was going to be a part of the dragoness, lured into her newfound indulgence by a simple scent, dragged inside and given eternal purpose at last.

Part V: Auxy (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore) #E

No one really knew what to make of the chubby green goat, even once the depravity had already escalated to shameless levels all around. His shapely form had initially enticed some predators to look his way, but many of them changed their mind one they had a proper look at him. It was more than just that third eye upon his forehead - there was something about Auxy that came across as suspicious, at more than they bargained for. Sensing that he'd end up as more trouble than they were willing to deal with, they mostly just avoided him as he casually went from room to room, neither hunting nor especially presenting himself towards anyone in particular.

There was only one person who was willing to overcome that initial caution and chance whatever he hid beneath the surface. He was a great shadow of a gryphon, towering and thickly built, his fur and feathers alike a stark black tone. Xavier's true nature was as a massive feral creature stalking through the woods, but for the sake of socializing he'd taken on a more portable two-legged form. Not that it made him any less imposing. He was still heavily muscled, sleek, and sharp of eye, gleaming at Auxy with his golden gaze, the only colour amid all the dark feathers and fur.

Not to mention he was completely lacking in clothing. That was growing less unusual around the party as things progressed, but it gave a very good look at what he was sporting. A fat sheath atop a plump pair of oversized balls, jiggling along with his every step, looking near uncomfortable in their excessive size. All of it went along with an attractive scent, quite natural, reminding Auxy of forests as much as deep, relentless rutting. Just the sort of fragrance that painted a picture in his mind.

There was a smirk the gryph's beak as he approached. His voice was deep, as smooth as it was blatantly seductive. "Goodness. All alone on a night like this? I find that surprising."

His charm was thick, though Auxy just remained nonchalant, wanting to see how far the shameless bird would go. "Oh? Why's that?"

Xavier chuckled. "I think you know well why, but I can't fault you for wanting to hear it from my own beak. You are fascinating, Auxy. Ever since you entered, I couldn't help but feel the need to discover more about you. Especially what in particular makes you moan the hardest."

So the gryph already knew his name. And had been watching him, apparently. Well, that was fine, because Auxy knew his too, and had been watching him right back. The seduction was getting layered on, and Auxy couldn't help but feel a bit flattered, if not exactly properly won over. If Xavier expected him to be like any of the other more submissive types he'd flirted with in the past, he was going to be disappointed. But that didn't mean Auxy wasn't enticed by the thought of some time spent together. Just not for the reasons the bird might have been expecting.

"Hm. You must be Xavier, then. I've heard of you." Auxy folded his arms, but he couldn't help but smirk back, feeling a swell of mischievousness throb through him. "Well, a lot of things can make me moan. Maybe some things that might surprise you. Should we find out? Somewhere quiet, preferably."

"There is a quiet bedroom upstairs that's not being used at present. Of course, I imagine it won't be quiet for long. Shall we?" Xavier offered his scaled hand, and Auxy went ahead and took it, feeling himself led along, away from the party and anyone who might have interrupted the two of them.

He had to admit, the bird was good. The look in his eyes alone would have simply melted someone who might not even have been looking to get ravaged that evening. But it wasn't going to work on Auxy. He just wanted to bring that gryph somewhere they could be alone. His fairly calm demeanour wasn't exactly what Xavier was used to when he approached someone, but then, it seemed like his charms had already worked well enough to bring his chosen partner to bed.

There was certainly no obvious reason for him to suspect anything was amiss. That he wasn't in total control. While the goat exhibited some sort of supernatural presence beneath his soft smile, , it wasn't like a gryphon didn't carry a little magic of his own with him. Plus, he had the size advantage by a long shot, both in size and bulk. There was no doubt in his mind that he was the dominant one of the pair, and Auxy could tell, just to look at him, smugly swishing his way along as they moved upstairs together. That was just going to make the surprise all the sweeter.

As soon as they were behind closed doors, the gryph was upon him. Groping him, kneading his body here and there, laying a hand on the back of Auxy's head and pressing him to that toned chest of his. The goat found himself near smothered in those broad pecs, and he pulled away after a moment, making Xavier tip his head. No less smug in his confusion, though.

"Something bothering you, Auxy?"

"Let's not move too quickly. I've got to set the mood, first." He stepped away from the hefty gryphon, watching that shameless bird lifting and groping his own balls, alluring him with the sight of a fattening sheath. It would have been easy to just give in, to let the gryphon have his way, but he knew how that was going to end. Maybe Xavier was doing a good job of concealing his true intentions, but Auxy was certain that letting the bird take control would result in being his dinner. And he had no intention of being digested that night, even after willingly wandering off alone with such a potent predator.

"Is that so? My mood's already quite present - but as you say."

He continued to massage at his sack, coaxing out a pointed violet cocktip from his sheath, only slightly lighter in tone than the rest of him. Auxy stole a look, and then just turned away. Instead, he retrieved a few things from the front pocket of his hoodie, decorating the bedside table with several colourful candles in magenta and sapphire. They looked as ordinary as any other, but he got them lit and flickering with unexplained urgency. Soon after, the room was getting flooded with some exotic, implacable scents. The likes of which even a well-travelled gryphon surely had never experienced before. And as someone who held scent in such high esteem, it was enough to give him pause.

Auxy climbed onto the bed, observing the effects those candles were having on Xavier. Of course they were more than just ordinary decorations. They were giving off a forbidden fragrance, a magical thing that would have reduced a lesser creature to a drooling, cumming mess. But the gryphon was strong-willed enough that he was merely horny, standing there considering, clicking his beak contemplatively while his cock grew to its full, knotted glory. A pulsing spire, dripping some pre, but it wasn't going to end up inside the goat tonight. In the way he intended, anyway.

"Hm. That's, ah, very nice. Just where did you get those?" Xavier's focus was clearly shaken, but he was doing his best not to show it.

Auxy just broke into a grin, stripping himself on the bed just to further tease the gryphon with that soft body. Though he was mostly immune to those rich scents wafting around, Xavier's own musk was getting to him a little. Enough to leave him half-firm at least, his fat cock flopping down to the bed as he crawled towards the edge.

"That's my little secret. You like someone with a few secrets, don't you? They're prizes like no other." Auxy all but copied Xavier's seductive tone of earlier. Taking over his role as the sweet-talker.

Getting the flirting right back was enough to bring the gryphon's head back into the situation. He looked at the newly-naked goat stretched out on the bed and warmly cawed, approaching with a raised and swaying tail. "You know me well, it seems. Surprisingly so. I'll just have to get to know you right back. One taste at a time."

"Mmm. I'll bet." Auxy's excitement was getting him harder, until his shaft thumped up against his soft belly. "Don't worry. You're going to become very well acquainted with my body."

Xavier was almost upon him, standing just at the foot of the bed, ready to pounce, to mount him, to rut him silly before devouring him. In terms of sheer muscle, Auxy knew he probably wasn't a match. But those candles were still flickering, projecting those draining, mind-ruining scents of lust and indulgence, poking and prodding at parts of Xavier's mind he'd never before acknowledged. Filling him with thoughts of submission he had never even considered before in all his dominant glory. He paused before the pounce, just giving his forehead a rub with the back of his hand.

"I don't... doubt it. Hm. It is very warm in here, isn't it?"

To see such a majestic gryphon growing flustered, disoriented, and even a little bit vulnerable, it was putting such a grin on Auxy's face. He bounced up and down the bed, waving his tail, licking over his teeth. All but drooling, his intentions becoming increasingly clear. It wasn't like Xavier could fault him for that. It was the very same thing he was planning, after all. But he wasn't even noticing, hardly even seeing straight anymore, too caught up in the intoxicating aromas bombarding him from all sides.

"It's about to get even warmer," Auxy teased, knowing he could get away with it by then. "Hey, look at me for a second. Up here, at the middle eye."

Though it was a simple command, to see it obeyed so quickly told him that the gryphon had truly fallen under his spell. About time, too. Just one of those candles had proven enough to reduce a dignified dom into a drooling, desperate slut. It was a good thing he'd decided to triple the usual dosage. Hit with enough magical pheromones to ruin kings, and the gryph was staggered at most. Disoriented but not yet defeated. Auxy still needed to deliver the finishing blow, and he had just the thing.

That third eye atop the goat's forehead was different from the others. And not just by appearance. Xavier was obediently staring into it as he stood there, throbbing, dripping with primal lust. That allowed Auxy to use his extra eye to project invisible waves of unnatural hypnosis directly into the gryphon's mind, to tickle and toy with his brain until all his defences were going down. He watched him as his eyes began to roll, losing focus. His tongue slipped forward, hanging limply from his beak, dangling strands of saliva. And his knees finally began to shake. That great tower of pitch black muscle and dominance was literally toppling, his expression turning to a undignified gape of dumb, drooling intoxication. Auxy had him.

Of course, there was still the matter of actually claiming him. It was one thing to take control. Another to actually make something of that newfound power he had over the dominant creature. He didn't see that drunken state wearing off anytime soon, but he hurried along anyway. He was hungry. Famished, really. Enough so that even a great wall of strength like Xavier was looking like a meal, no matter how against the natural order of things it went.

When that hypnotized bird collapsed forward, like a great ancient tree finally falling, Auxy just caught him. He was a lot stronger than he looked, though he still nearly ended up flattened. That gryph was heavy. But not so heavy that Auxy couldn't haul him onto the bed, stroking up and down his body, admiring all the power he was about to claim for his own. It was more than just muscle - there was magic within the gryphon, and it was all going to be Auxy's once he was done with him. He was drooling so thickly at the thought he felt it running down his chest.

Just to be absolutely certain he'd properly taken control of the situation, he went for a little show of dominance of his own. With the bird into his lap like that, Auxy had full control of him, and took him by that great feathered head, pushing him downwards. Right until he could rest his plump goat balls atop his beak, and just grind there for a while. The bird was pleasantly musky, but so was Auxy, and he rubbed his warm scent into Xav's face for a while while he grinned and giggled above, licking his chops with frequency as he dominated the gryphon.

It would have fun to just do that all night, but part of him was still considering the possibility that his prey might break free of that control at any moment. Especially after being humiliated with his own signature move, of sorts. For the moment, Xavier was merely groaning, puffing, pulsing. Horny, and little else. If any part of his mind still existed, it wasn't being expressed. That left him helpless to the goat's whims, not even outwardly awakening from the trance when Auxy pulled him back up, face to face, and gaped his jaws wide. But maybe some inner part of him knew exactly what was happening, and was powerless to stop it. That would have explained the slight tense Auxy felt in Xavier's muscles while he showed off his slathered maw.

There was no time for theatrics. He lunged. In a moment, he was confirming his suspicions that the gryphon tasted just as good as he smelled. Auxy worked swiftly, shoving his jaws over beak, over feathered head, engulfing Xavier right down to black-feathered throat. The very same he intended to stuff the goat down, if things went his way. But instead, Auxy just started swallowing, started kneading that broken bird in his gullet, sucking him down one gulp at a time. Even if it meant stretching out to obscene levels just to fit all that meat inside himself. He wasn't stopping.

And he wasn't even getting resistance. Just a vague squirm, some small part of the gryph's mind unclouded enough to realize what was happening was bad. It wasn't near enough, and only enhanced the pleasure of his silky form sliding down, leaving Auxy outright moaning as he consumed the proud bird. Well, that definitely answered the question. What made that goat moan was deceiving, dominating, and devouring his unsuspecting prey. The types who never thought they'd find themselves on this side of the great hunt.

That gryph had girth, both in his shoulders and chest and between his legs. Auxy had to work hard just to fit him, but his stretchable body was up to the taste. He was smaller than the gryphon, but that just meant he was going to have an even more impressive bulge when he was done. Constricting tight as he worked, he closed two of his three eyes, leaving the third open, still projecting those rays of mind control, ensuring the muscular bird didn't get any ideas once he was halfway consumed.

That position placed that purple cock square on Auxy's tongue. He couldn't help but slurp it some on the way in, swallowing down the potent dose of pre that came with it, then slipping along to knead the gryph's fully formed knot. Farther still, and he had himself a fine slurp of two fat black nuts, then was smearing his saliva along the bird's taint, and even beneath his tail. No one could stop him from rimming that once-dignified gryph for a while, but he didn't tease for long. Not when the orgasmic feeling of all that meat settling into his bloating, stretching gut was growing more intense with every swallow.

Auxy tilted his head straight up, shrugged his shoulders a few times, and pointed those feline paws towards the ceiling. They descended towards those gaping, slavering jaws one hard swallow at a time, until Auxy could slurp right up between Xavier's toes, teasing and tickling. After that, it was one last slather over his soft pads, an extended, messy slurp of his tail, and finally a great, powerful finishing gulp to send the bulge in Auxy's gullet rushing towards his middle. He ended up stretched right out, his skin pulling taut to the muscular form inside him, nearly teetering over the side of the bed as the weight threatened to send him off balance and pull him down to the floor. But he dragged himself back, sprawled out, and projected a tremendous belch all through the room, the gust so strong that all those candles went out.

It was dark in there after that, but it was even darker inside of him. There was only touch, and sound. Auxy sighed, stretched his feet out, and simply relaxed. His cock was pulsing hard, spurting pre all over that sexy bulge, but his gut was too big to even reach it. So he just let himself throb away, instead kneading and groping at the gryphon's trapped form. He could be as greedy as he wanted, feel over any detail he particularly enjoyed. Among them was the gryph's cock, still as hard as ever, pressed tight against his middle by that tight squeeze. Auxy wasn't even going to bother to get his prey off - his own pleasure was all that mattered.

Knowing that Xavier couldn't answer back, Auxy couldn't help but tease some, poking and prodding here and there to ensure his meal didn't stop squirming even as the noisy gurgles began.

"You're a powerful one. Maybe one of the strongest meals I've ever had. I can feel your magic. Surging through you, trying to figure out how to get you out of this one. But the only way this ends is with you as part of me, and your power adding to my own. How does it feel to be on this side of things for a change?"

The only answer was a series of noisy churns and slimy glorps. Rather than be overwhelmed by the massive presence, Auxy's digestives instead just went into overdrive to start softening his meal as quickly as possible. First there was stripping him down, plucking out feathers and loosening up fur to fall out in clumps. At least Xavier was far too numb on that mesmerizing magic to really feel much discomfort. Cramped, maybe a bit itchy, but far from the reality of what was happening as his elegant body was swiftly, messily destroyed deep within the goat's gut.

Things got loud, and Auxy just belched a few more times, tasting that silky gryphon flavour coming back up over his tongue. A few feathers went soaring off in the process, fluttering down to the shrinking bulge Those elegant shapes were growing less distinct as the goat's acids worked hard on all that meat. They stripped away layers and they challenged the integrity of his meal, breaking him down piece by piece. Every little bit of give that crushingly tight gut could take advantage of, it did, squishing inwards as the digesting gryphon grew softer and more malleable with every single sloppy churn. The constant massaging Auxy was giving himself and his prey only helped the matter along, letting him feel those solid muscles turn to goop between his fingers, kneaded into mush beneath his pudge.

And he was only growing pudgier. Thicker, padded with all that nutrition running through his system. Rapidly metabolizing the entire gryphon, turning him into goat fat, while that bulge finally shrunk down enough to let Auxy reach his own cock. There wasn't much recognizable beneath the fat, but he kept squeezing and teasing at Xavier's partly-digested form with the one hand, stroking up and down his shaft with the other while he felt his prey adding to power, filling him with all magical energies siphoned off the melting bird.

With one final mighty clench, Auxy finished off his meal, rendering him down into nothing more than a mess of goop and bones, absorbing everything he could to enhance himself. But even as the mortal form of the gryphon twitched its last and fell still, there was still something left of Xavier. A bright, glimmering energy, normally imperceptible, was swirling around beneath the fat.

Normally, a soul would just float off after the body's destruction, Auxy's fat kept it right where it was. He could feel its energy, could even see it there shining out from his gut. But it wasn't getting away. Not when those noisy churns started up again, starting to slowly reduce its brightness, duller with every compression of that well-fed gut.

"Oh no. Don't think you're getting away. I'm going to keep that lovely soul of yours, bird. I'll be wearing you on my fat for as long as I want, and you'll know that you were beaten by me. How's that feel? How's this feel?"

He emphasized the gryphon's new role as goat pudge with a deep, hard squeeze into his own chubby middle. Something he was certain to feel, pressing in on his new form. His proud and mighty form had been reduced to a soft jiggle on that troublesome goat's body, a simple trophy to be groped at by Auxy and his admirers alike. And he was going to have admirers, especially as he grew more and more powerful with each feast. Everything the gryph could do, every little magical trick, belonged to him now. Anyone that once-dominant predator could have eaten, now Auxy could eat them instead.

Before he could consider how he was going to explore his new abilities, Auxy simply needed to cum. He tossed his head back, grit his teeth, and moaned out as loudly as he liked, milking his shaft hard until it twitched, tensed, and began to spurt. Layer after layer of goat cum went splattering hotly over that newly enhanced gut, painting it up and down. It was as good as cumming directly on the gryphon. That was where he lived now after all, and he couldn't do a single thing to protest the humiliation as he felt all that cream splattering over his new, less impressive form. He was under the goat's control, carried with him wherever he went, defeated and claimed.

Flopping back, all covered in his own seed, Auxy panted and licked his lips. He could still taste some gryphon, enjoying every lingering mouthful of flavour that remained. A triumphant grin, and he could only chuckle, feeling the energy of his prey, sensing how indignant he must have been to be treated like that, but knowing he had won.

"Mm. You wanted to know what makes me moan? You just found out. There's nothing I love more than catching and digesting someone who thinks he's untouchable. That he'll never be anything but a predator. That he can just walk up and devour anyone he wants."

Auxy set to luxuriantly picking a few bits of feather and fur from his teeth as he taunted his esteemed victim.

"I bet you never thought you'd end up as some nice soft goat pudge, did you? Probably thought you'd be on top of the pack forever. I'm going to enjoy wearing you, feeling you bounce and jiggle with every step I take. I'll be sure to let everyone know that you fell prey to someone like me. Just a little too confident in the end, Xavier. A little too sure of yourself. And now you're gurgled. Now you're just going to have to let me rub you all I like, just so you never, ever forget who you owns you. Night night, poultry."

With that, he just closed his eyes, confident that no one was going to bother him with the party winding down. That was only the beginning of the teasing. He was going to have such toying with that crushed pride, as much as he wanted, whenever he was feeling mean. Otherwise, he was just going to ignore him, let him sit and jiggle there, not even able to complain about how wrong it was to treat a predator like that.

Part VI: Logan.Kincade (Unbirthing, digestion) #F

"Nice mane. Bet it'd make a good handle."

Logan stopped where he was, swivelling to see just who made a comment like that. His cheeks were already flushing. Much more so when he actually laid eyes on her. A lion like him was no stranger to being taunted by mischievous hyenas, but this marked the first time he was actually intimidated. He was still frozen there, halted mid-stride, and he couldn't help but stare at all the fluff and stripes and fang on display as she grinned wickedly at him from where she was reclined.

For one, she was striped rather than spotted, meaning she really had no quarrel with lions in the first place, real or imagined. Her markings decorated her abundant curves like skeleton paint, and she was thick everywhere that mattered, as well as invitingly soft. But her figure was topped off by a simply savage grin, interlocking fangs far longer and sharper than he'd ever seen on any other hyena. An obvious crimson glow to her eyes hinted at her nature plenty. There was something more than normal about her, and despite her bluntness and an aura of danger all around her he couldn't help but find himself immediately allured.

It helped that she was completely nude. That wasn't exactly unusual at a party like this, but it gave his eyes full access to her fluffy body as she groped up and down her sides, alternatively cupping her breasts or her balls. She had a full set - both male and female below, a juicy, black-fleshed cunt mostly concealed but flashed at him every time she hefted her fat nuts off of it. She was wet, and when he allowed himself to step a little closer, he caught a scent that went straight to his head. Warm, arousing, and ever so sweet. He couldn't help but get caught up in her disturbing charm, even if it seemed like a terrible idea.

So he just walked closer, beckoned by her blatant sexuality, unable to take his eyes off her. He was breathing a bit heavier, his pants were feeling tighter, and he simply couldn't stand the thought of going much longer without knowing what she tasted like. If it was anything like her scent, then he needed to get his tongue on her. All over her. And fast.

"You're awfully rude. But I guess that's sort of okay on a night like this. I'm Logan." His tone didn't immediately betray just how aroused she was making him by her mere presence,

"Shirazi," she seemed to almost hiss, flicking a black tongue and its forked tip at him like a snake. "Remember my name."

He gave her a smile as he stood before her, his hands on his hips, playing up his frame a little more. "I mean, I'll try. I can't say I've met anyone else called that. Are you a...?"

He wasn't exactly sure how to finish that sentence, so she did for him.

"Yessss..."

That didn't tell him much. Just what was she supposed to be? Something strange, something from beyond this world maybe. But it wasn't like she was the only supernatural weirdness he'd seen at the party already. So he just rolled with it.

"Well then. I have to admit I've never quite met anyone quite like -"

She didn't even let him finish. And he had no idea what actually happened all of a sudden. Just that there was a flash of movement, and something struck him from behind, dropping him to his knees. He was kneeling there before her as if in prayer, while she slouched in that recliner like it was some elaborate throne rather than just black leather. And when he tried to get his hands up to steady himself, he found his wrists were tied behind him by something as rigid as it was strangely warm. He couldn't crane his head around to see. All he knew was he was bound, and thus just a little helpless as she made good on her tease, digging her fingers deeply into the soft fur of his white mane. Which made the perfect handle for yanking him forward until he was nose deep in the thick tuft of her crotchfur.

"Sniff."

Her command was firm, but he could hear her voice rattling a little, like she was barely containing her own laughter. He did as he was told, dragging in a deep breath through his nose while she all but smothered him in her thick fur. Her cock firmed right up alongside his cheek as she humped at him, only adding to the rich pheromones dancing through his mind, eroding his inhibitions like they were merely ice to be melted away as he basked in all the heat she was giving off. He felt he could have just lingered there all evening, breathing nothing but her. She was far too impatient for that.

Once her pitch-black cock was fully firm, standing tall, the tip pushing into his mane to mark and mat it down with thick gobs of pre that drooled from her tip, she adjusted her grip some. He could only gasp out as she pulled him back just a little, enough to let him breathe more than just her again. She didn't give him long to recover. Not before she was pushing that fat tip right up against his lips, prompting him to extend his raspy tongue to greet it, cradling its musky slit as he was given his first taste of its salty sweetness.

"Suck."

Of course he obeyed. There was no question anymore. Not when she was gifting him with such flavour and aroma he never could have imagined. Silky-smooth. Strikingly hot. Overwhelming his every sense until he just closed his eyes tight and focused on pleasuring the striped temptress. Her dick just seemed to fit so nicely between his canines, and he felt like he didn't have to hold back with that overstimulating tongue of his. He used it to its fullest effect, grinding up and down her cock while she plunged it into his mouth in a moment, suckling and worshipping that pulsing spire of hyena shaft with all he had to give.

Not that it was necessary. She didn't need him to suck on it, soon doing the work for him while rising to her feet. Her fingers dug deep enough into his mane that he could feel her claws pressing into his skull, terrifyingly sharp but not harming him. That did a fine job of keeping him in place while she fucked his face, swiftly balls-deep in his muzzle, tapping her sack against his lips in an increasingly lewd drumbeat as the impact knocked all the saliva out of his mouth she was helping him build up with her succulent flavour. He relaxed his arms, lifted his tail, and just utterly gave in to her ruthless lust, letting her pound and use him while the pre she was pouring down his throat turned thicker with every sloppy thrust.

The solid slap of her sack to his face only got wetter as he drooled out all those juices she was giving him. What he couldn't swallow anyway, the lion gulping heavily whenever he could manage with that fat hyena dick plunging in and out of his throat. She tugged hard on his mane while she used him for her pleasure, yanking him forward before each pounding thrust into his mouth, mashing his nose into her fur every single time. And though it was far from the main attraction at the moment, her pussy was plenty wet as well, pouring juices down her thighs, only adding to the carnal mess she was making of them both.

She had only been fucking him right between the lips for a minute at most before she came. Not that he was disappointed. He got his treat in the form of that potent, thick cum spraying down his throat in an instant. There was no warning but for a little snort from her, and then a snarl. Then she was pumping him utterly full of her delicious seed, giving him a good taste of it when it welled up in his throat too quickly for him to swallow. It was cascading down his chin, his chest as he fought to slurk down as much of it as he possibly could, warming his belly with the forbidden heat of hyena seed. All the while, the bulge her cock made in his neckfur continuing to pulse and throb wildly, her nuts clenching tight to continue pumping out an exceptional amount of her molten spunk.

And it just kept coming. No less thick, no less copious, filling him and filling him until he was utterly bloated with her cum, wearing it from chin to knees, soaked in its virile essence, feeling it rain down over everything. He wasn't sure where his clothes were, now that he thought about it. It was like they had simply vanished, permitting her cum to make an utter mess of his once-pristine white fur, sticking it to his body, marking him with her distinct scent. Just to be sure that everybody knew he'd been utterly ravaged by that strange, otherworldly hyena.

Logan was already feeling stuffed with all that cum inside of him, but she wasn't done bloating his gut with her offering. Her cock was still stiffly throbbing between his lips, even as her massive orgasm came to a close. That didn't stop her from unloading again. Though this time it was hotter, and thinner. It took him a moment to fully realize what she was doing to him, and by then, he was already sloshing with the humiliating treatment as that wicked demon pissed right down his throat.

She didn't stop until she'd completely emptied it all inside of him, leaving him heavy, bloated, making all kinds of noise at the slightest movement. Only then did she actually pull out, with a great splatter of all the seed she'd given him, leaving him a heaving, gasping, choking mess. His gut was engorged, even stretched a little, rounded out by the weight of all those juices she provided. It almost looked like she'd knocked him up. He choked up some of the cum still in his throat, catching his breath as he drooled out all that musk, dripping his head down in front of her. Which only made him look like the humble servant she seemed to think he was.

With his hands still bound by whatever was holding them, he couldn't drop to a crawl. Instead, he had nowhere to go but his face when she shoved him down. It was just a light gesture, but there was a lot of strength in her, flattening him effortlessly as she took a seat again, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She rested her chin on her palm, put on a great big scary grin, and simply loomed above him a time, planting a foot on his shoulders when he tried to rise, only shoving him down again.

"You look good like that, lion. Worshipping me. Like a good kitty. You probably deserve a treat for being such a good plaything."

For obvious reasons, he didn't feel especially trusting of such a statement. Her idea of a treat might not have been the same as his. Even more disconcerting was the realization that he couldn't pull his ankles apart either. They were bound by the same mysterious something that was holding his hands behind his back. It felt... slightly wet. Like it was some sort of living thing. Perhaps a tentacle. That seemed like something someone like her might have. And it meant he was totally helpless. Even as she got up and outright walked on him, putting some pressure on his belly that made him cough up a little of the musky mixture stewing inside him.

She was striding away from his mussed mane, and instead to his feet, which she bent and snatched up in an iron grip, flipping him over and letting up the pressure on his middle, at least. But he couldn't feel too relaxed, not when she was yanking on his ankles with such insistence, such purpose. She bent him in half, raised his feet right up into the air, rubbed her wet dick over his pads a few times. Maybe she was just going to use them to get off, despite how much cum she'd already given him. Of course, it wasn't as simple as that with a crazy hyena like her.

She plapped her balls right atop one of his feet, and rubbed back and forth a few times. That got his toes touching against the slick folds of her pussy, getting nicely smeared in all that juice running down her thighs. Hot, intoxicating, and much more feminine than the other scents he'd been engorged on so far. He was already liking what he could get, even from afar. And he was about to get a whole lot more intimate with that dark sex of hers when she just gave a wrenching yank on his ankles and stuffed his toes right inside of her, clenching tight but stretching to accept him like she were made of elastic.

Toes, and then feet. One, and then both. He just seemed to vanish into those folds, feeling every single detail of her clenching, contracting pleasure while she pleasured herself with him. It was a mess, slick and loud with every single motion, splutting those femjuices down his shins as she stuffed him right into her cunt. He couldn't feel the bindings on his ankles anymore, but it didn't matter, because he was trapped. The squeezes of pleasure she gave around him were all but crushing, made painless only by how soft her insides were as they squished around him. She had him in an iron grip, dragging him in just by flexing, not even needing to tug or drag him. It was beyond pleasuring herself at that point. She was consuming him.

All through it he was left staring up at her frightening expression, grinning like an utter maniac down at him while inch after inch disappeared between her thighs. Which didn't exactly help him remain calm. It felt good - heavenly, really, that warm, wet massage sliding up his legs like slowly slipping into a perfectly heated bath. No small part of him simply wanted to relax, to give in, to be used however the crazed demon wished to use him. But a more sane part reminded him that he was bound, helpless, and offered no choice at all about what was happening to him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to fully struggle, or to call out for help, as if someone might help him. At best, he simply squirmed, rocking back and forth and only adding to the stimulation his furred form provided her on the way inside.

He could see something building in her, something that made her lips curl back farther, revealing more of those threatening fangs, made her twitch, made her vibrate. But he really wasn't ready for her cackles once they truly began. They burst from her, piercingly loud, rapid, manic, sounding like they were coming from every corner of the room at once. Echoing, filling his mind, making his ears ring while she just shuddered them out in her manic, vicious ecstasy. She unnervingly didn't even stop laughing when she spoke, her voice somehow completely independent of the sound spilling out of her.

"Squirm for me, prey lion... I've got you. You're going to be mine. And you're going to love it. Slip and slide into your squishy prison now. Can't wait to feel that mane in my pussy. I bet you're going to make such a juicy load of ladyjizz."

She snickered to herself once she said it, slowing her cackles at last. The rate she was devouring him wasn't slowing any, just pulling him right up off the ground with the power of her sex, hands planted on her hips while she sucked him in. He could hardly believe how flexible she was - no matter how much of him vanished between those black lips, she never paused, simply accommodating his frame with every clench. At least he wasn't just disappearing into the void - he was making an impressive bulge in her lower belly as he started to fill out her womb, his feet wriggling around as the juices within slathered them, soaking into his pads, getting between his toes. He was wearing her wetness like a second skin by that point, feeling it spread up his thighs as she neared his waist.

His cock didn't get any special treatment, though the angle did mean he got to rub it against her balls as he went. Of course he was hard. No matter how forceful or scary she was being, he couldn't deny how much she turned him on. He felt his shaft gliding along the underside of her sack all the way, smearing some pre of his own, as if it mattered in that slippery mess. The only thing that made her pause for even a moment was when he got a good grind going on her slightly oversized clit. That brought a brief yip from her, made her thrust her hips forwards, but she didn't pay it much more mind than that. Another powerful clench, and his balls were snug inside her pussy, his cock soon to follow, throbbing away the whole time.

He wanted to cum, but it was like she simply had a clamp upon him. Something kept him from reaching his edge, no matter how much he bucked and thrust within her. He was dangling by then. Held right off the floor by the strength of her grip. And still he was being dragged upwards, filling out her womb, stretching her out to a rounded, pregnant size and then beyond. Thicker, heavier, engorged with her feline prey while he grunted and whimpered, so very close to the edge, feeling his balls tightening, his cock go almost uncomfortably firm, pre pouring from his tip. So close, yet only building up, building up, harder and harder.

That state of desperation stayed with him all through the rest of the process, nearly knocking him out of awareness. He only snapped back to it when he felt his face planting against her pussy lips. She'd taken in his entire torso while he was dazed. Digging her fingers into his mane again, she clutched at his skull, and not gently. That grip allowed her to grind his muzzle up and down against the very lips that were consuming him, just ensuring his features got even more ruffled before the end, so that he couldn't hold onto any shred of dignity. And her intoxicating scent was ever-present through it all, of course.

When she let go, he was left with his head falling back, gazing out at the room and the remains of the party with from an inverted perspective. The rest of him was utterly sealed inside her demonic womb, to be subjected to whatever horrors awaited him within. The light outside began to fade as those lips sloppily squished over his skull, slick obsidian flesh framing his vision of the soaked floor as her cunt wrapped up it's meal. Soon all he could see was the already destroyed carpet, framed by that deadly satin vice claiming him, converging upon his muzzle until finally sealing him in darkness. With only his muzzle still left outside the hyenas ravenous snatch, the cat was afforded one last breath of relatively fresh air before it too was simply snatched away by the humid, rippling flesh clinging tightly to his face as he was deposited into her womb whole. Behind him, her juice-smeared nether lips sealing right back up as if never stretched in the first place. His vision was darkened, his sense of smell nearly numb from the erotic bombardment, and everything was tight, wet, hot. Every single inch of his body was being kneaded, taken, kept by her contracting innards, thoroughly locked within the fleshy tomb of her core. Her inner sanctum, as it were.

There was absolutely no light within her once those lips tightened back to their regular position, cervix slamming shut like an iron gate. The hyena was left with a great, swollen, lion-shaped gut to rub and admire once she was done with him, and he could hear her snickering at him as she moved to settle back into her seat. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say to change her mind. He knew that. All he could do was hold out, throbbing, desperate to cum as she began to stroke and finger herself to her triumph, her muscles going taut, making things all the tighter for him as he basked inside her.

As she got herself off to the pleasure of him bulging within her womb, he felt it too. Not directly, but more like the energy was rubbing off on him. Literally. It felt like an invisible hand was wrapped around his cock, gently stroking him at first, then faster, harder, until he was thrusting there in her womb while she got herself off to his digestion. He was already melting down, already softening to the squeezes of that womb around him, fur stripped away in seconds as that near vacuum-sealed bulge in her stripey gut began losing shape rapidly. His form simply grew rounded and smoothed over, the cat painlessly dissolving alive, still desperate to cum one more time before she made him hers.

Climax hit him so hard he screamed out. Not a roar, not even a snarl, but a screeching yowl like he was a lioness in heat. His every confined muscle went tight, his hips began to buck all on their own, and all over her shook, convulsed, and lost control while he moaned and whimpered to a catastrophic peak. It took everything from him, every ounce of energy he had left went into that brief glimpse of heaven, until cum was pouring out of him so thick that it began to fill up the very chamber that had trapped him. He emptied his balls, again and again, feeling like he'd combined a dozen orgasms into one, until he'd splattered the inside of her musky womb in gallons of lion seed, milked out of him simply by holding him in there. She didn't even have to pleasure him directly.

From heaven, he quickly descended to somewhere darker. He was instantly exhausted when the pleasure slowed, but still feeling incredible. Paralyzed by his pleasure, tingling everywhere. Or maybe it was more than just afterglow that was doing that. Either way, he couldn't move, could hardly even breathe, only rumbling his way towards oblivion as she clenched and contracted on him, working up into a snarling, drooling crescendo while he simply melted down to nothing more than an abundance of those hyena-scented juices, sloshing there within her bloated womb while her belly flattened out and finished his mortal body off with that unnatural digestion to a wicked symphony of harsh internal grumbles, along and glorps punctuated by the occasional snap and pop of the cat's body coming apart at the seams, less solid with every clench.

She shrieked, she yipped, she whooped and cackled, and then it simply became an extended snarl as she climaxed with three fingers shoved knuckle-deep in her pussy. All that juicy femcum she'd made Logan into came bursting forth with the strength of a cannon, splattering her surroundings indiscriminately, marking down the party with the scent of her sex. Gushing, pouring, an utter jet that slowed into simply a waterfall. The floors, the walls, the ceiling, and of course the couch beneath her - nothing was spared from that fragrant paint job. She rocked back and forth, thighs spread wide as she shot him out. Everything that the lion used to be, just a great hot mess squirting from a hyena's pussy, steaming on her surroundings. Most of him, anyway.

There were still his bones, and they weren't even separated by all the motion. Once she was done spurting, she simply leapt to her feet as if not at all burdened by what remained of him. That meant splashing into the puddle she'd made, making a great mess as she got into position and squatted herself down in a wide stance. That allowed her to start pushing, leading to the reappearance of the lion's bare skull, sliding right back out of her sex, now utterly cleaned of everything that once clung to it. The rest of his skeleton slowly followed, limply clattering to the floor, coated in a thick layer of those steaming hot juices, while she grunted and snickered to herself at the crudeness of it all. Rebirthed, joint by joint, but not exactly alive. Just a lifeless set of lion bones sprawled there in her cum as she finished by sending his skeletal feet splashing down into the mess, looming above with that wicked grin all the while.

She could have just left him like that, a grim trophy of his domination, but she had other plans. All she had to do was snap her fingers, and those bones twitched. Logan felt his thoughts coming back to him, but they were clouded, broken. There were walls around them, things he couldn't think anymore. And in every moment, there was adoration, for his kind demonic mistress who had so mercifully returned him to life. He rose from the floor, nothing more than a skeleton, yet able to move and control himself as if his muscles were still present. When he turned to her, he saw her pleased grin, and he knew he'd do whatever she desired, honoured to serve her for as long as she would keep him.

Her first order was to fetch her a drink.

Part VII: Auxy (Oral vore, digestion, soul vore, disposal) #G

"King... goose?"

"No. Kingoose."

Sara exercised the rare reptilian ability to blink, several times as she had a good look at the unusual figure seated there upon a recliner as if it were his throne. She didn't immediately recognize the thickly-set fellow as a zangoose. Mostly she thought he looked fluffy and cute and had a nice set of thighs. Much like she did herself, and she just stood there in front of him, towering over his seated form, curiously swinging her long tail back and forth along the floor. She was a tall, strong raptoress, nimble and deadly, and he was a somewhat chubby, soft-looking creature, but there was an aura about him that she just couldn't quite place.

"Ohh. I get it! That's cute!" She gave him a grin, two particularly long fangs on display amid all the other. Not just a raptor, but a venomous one. It was pretty clear what her role in the night's festivities was supposed to be. Just by being near her, he was probably already within an inescapable pounce radius.

Yet the kingly zangoose was not to be dissuaded from expressing exactly what he was thinking. He leaned forward with a devious grin, and spoke precisely, every syllable carefully enunciated for maximum emphasis.

"I doubt you'll think that when you've got my dick wedged between your tits, and my cum on your face."

"...Huh!"

Needless to say, Sara was taken aback. She was used to people shying away from her, from being especially cautious around her until they got to know her better. She wasn't even sure how she was supposed to react to something like that. And, despite how shamelessly direct it was, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to play along. A swing of her tail, and she just shrugged, nodding her head.

"That's what you want, is it?"

"That's what's going to happen. You're going to serve me, because you know it's your place." Kingoose's confidence didn't waver, even with all that predatory dinosaur looming over him.

She looked more amused than aroused, but a perceptive nose would have noticed that she was actually getting a little turned on by how blunt he was being. Tactless, maybe. But he clearly had all kinds of ideas, and all she needed to do was follow his whims and his orders to find out more about them.

"Alright. Where do I start?" A party was supposed to be about letting loose, about going a bit wild, right? At that point, just finding someone cute to gobble up was more routine for a hungry raptor like her, after all.

"You start on your knees." He pointed to the floor, sitting up tall in his seat. All he needed was a sceptre to complete the kingly look. He already had the throne, and even a little crown nestled atop his head, wrapped around one long ear.

"Mm. Makes sense." She nodded, swiftly dropping down. She was still nearly as tall as him while kneeling, but that just put her in a good position for incoming gropes.

He went right ahead and helped himself. Leaning forward, planting his hands upon her. She could feel the sheer greed in his every touch. Acting like he already owned her, just because he said he did. It was silly - but it hadn't stopped turning her on. Especially once he got to groping at her breasts, digging his fingers deeply into their ample curve, taking great big handfuls all for himself, kneading hard. She could see the spark of lust in his eye, and it went along with his plump sheath growing fatter, bringing with it an enticing musk she couldn't help but want to lick.

It wasn't long at all before he was fully hard right in front of her face, and her fangs. He didn't fear her one bit, it seemed. Even when she leaned in and gave the tip of his cock a little slurp, flicking her forked tongue up and down along it a few times. Warm and rich to taste, she would have been happy to suck on it a while, but instead she was just rolling along with every whim, every yank he gave her, directing her this way and that until she was in exactly the position he wanted.

That happened to be with her head tilted down, his fist buried in her blonde hair as he groped at her breasts with the other hand. His cock was dripping a lewd gob of pre, and she soon got it smeared along the underside of her tits as he thrust at her, getting his dick shoved right up into her cleavage, yanking on her hair hard while he sank balls deep between her bountiful breasts. Unlike other reptiles, she had a supremely smooth hide, only slightly scaly to the touch, which meant she was an absolute treat to grind on. Something the indulgent zangoose was quick to discover, humping, rubbing, fucking her tits until the thud of his fat balls to her bosom was accompanied by a slick, sloppy sound as his pre spurted and smeared all over her sleek scales.

Then his other hand was buried in her hair too, pulling on it carelessly while he pleasured himself with her, looking ever so smug above her as he rubbed his dick all over her, marking her down in his wet musk. At least, until he just shoved her head down towards his tip as it popped in and out between her breasts. He wasn't exactly strong enough to force her into position, but she followed along anyway, letting him direct her right down over his shaft until she was taking half of it between her lips, carefully cradling it between her teeth, then coiling her tongue several times around it like a saliva-laden snake.

He was certainly giving her a lot of trust, just shoving his dick into her toothy maw like that. Even more so once he continued bucking his hips, yanking on her hair to shove her down repeatedly, fucking her tits and her mouth at the same time. But it wasn't like she had any plans to bite him, to interrupt that perfectly selfish display of lust, pounding his balls away at the bottom of her breasts while she sucked down his taste. Before long he had his thick thighs wrapped right around her entire head, draped over her shoulders, squeezing her tight in their squishy embrace while he rutted her mouth full of his juices. More than gobs of pre, it was a steady flow, until she was half wondering if he was already cumming while she swallowed down that hot, watery offering. Not yet, but soon.

A particularly harsh buck of his hips, and he bottomed out in her mouth, burying as much of his shaft as he could between her lips. That had her tits all mashed up against her chin as he pressed against them hard, holding himself there as he clutched at her and throbbed. She felt him bulging, twitching, tightening. Rock hard there in her maw, spurting a few more watery ropes before the real load came forth. She felt it splatter in the back of her throat hard, shooting down towards her belly in an instant, followed by more, and more, until it was running up into her mouth and swirling down between her teeth. The taste was rich and sweet, just as she liked it, and she was happy to gargle it a while as he overflowed her throat with more than she could even swallow all at once. And she could swallow a lot.

Pulling out was just as rough as shoving in, as he pushed her back and let go of her hair to instead squeeze at his flexing cock while he creamed her up. Just as he said, she was soon wearing a thorough layer of his seed, once he painted her from cheek to cheek, getting it on her snout, her face, and plenty of it in her hair too. She was coated in a fine hot mark of his scent, dribbling with that steaming jizz, feeling it dribble down towards her well-fucked tits. Which he was sure to leave his mark upon as well, leaning back and projecting that fading flow of cum across her ample cleavage. One breast and then the other, ensuring they were as thoroughly splattered as her face. She was left with the heated strands running down the curve of her bosom, dangling down and swaying as she breathed just a little heavier.

That had to be it. The silly creature was pleased, surely satisfied and that meant it was her turn to take over. So she assumed, anyway. Before she could leap up and make her move, he just reached right down and took her under the arms. It wasn't that he could lift her right up, not all 300-something pounds of raptor. But she just went along, rising, but not fully, so that they were face to face. She was still dripping his cum, hearing it patter down to the floor, or to her scales below. His sly grin was irresistible.

"There. That's how it feels to obey me. You're rewarded richly." He caught her eyes as he licked over his lips, slowly. "And that's why you're going to let me eat you."

Again she just blinked. For one, she was bigger than him. And for the other, she was a slender, deadly raptor, and he was chubby and made of fluff. It seemed such an impossible proposition that she didn't even argue. She just nodded her head and smirked a little.

"Uh huh."

While not exactly the most submissive statement, not exactly singing praises to his kingliness, it wasn't a no. Some part of her just wanted to see what he would do. Maybe he would try, realize it was pure folly, and she could devour him instead. Or maybe, just maybe, he could pull it off. Somehow. The little tingle of excitement she got considering the thought was enough to ensure she would give him the chance, at least. But she wasn't going to be patient if he struggled.

She had only just finished making up her mind when he lunged for her. He had an impressive set of jaws, for certain. Able to gape wide before her and slip slickly around her muzzle, enveloping her cum-splattered face in seconds. Not tasting, not savouring, simply devouring. For the most part, she remained still. This wasn't her role at all. She hardly even knew what to do, so she just accepted it, let him have whatever he wanted. Maybe she was a bit awed to feel his gullet slowly overtaking her, one heavy gulp at a time. It was so loud from this side of things.

Even more astounding was that she was fitting. Not just her head, bulging down his flexible throat without even giving him pause, but her shoulders, and then her breasts. It was a hell of a messy process, given how much cum he'd left splattered over her scales, but that just served as lube of sorts for jamming her down towards his gurgling gut. Louder by the second, echoing up towards her as she took the slippery slide down between his teeth. So this was what her prey always heard as they neared that humid chamber. The best she could do in response was squirm a little, tapping her talons against the floor as she scrambled to keep her balance, rubbing her thighs together as the juices of her arousal dribbled down them, making them shine. She was getting desperately turned on by the feeling of giving in, of submitting to his desires. It was all so new to her.

With time, the stupor she was caught up in turned to ecstasy. She was obeying once more, and so she deserved a reward, just like he said. That meant giving a good lick over her slathered sex once it was framed between his lips, coating his tongue in her arousal while she moaned her way into his stomach, pushing past the sphincter to enter snout-first. Even in pleasuring her he was greedy, laying it on hard and relentless, swishing up and down, digging right inside. He didn't care it if was too much, too fast, too stimulating. He was licking her until she came for him, and she couldn't stand up to such a relentless assault on her puffy pussy.

Those long legs of hers left the ground a moment as she twitched and went taut in orgasm. A screechy raptor roar burst from her, muffled beneath his pudge. She gushed, squirting right down his throat, and all over herself. He didn't even give her the chance to finish, instead just digging his fingers into her taut ass and groping hard while he shoved her inside, feeling her shake and writhe and cum for him all the way down. He was slurping his way along her thighs by the time afterglow set in, her tail swaying through the air, her toes curled and then splayed and then just twitching as they tingled with the lasting gleam of orgasm. It was just a few licks - there was no reason for her to squirt that hard. But the circumstances compelled her to far more pleasure than she ever expected.

She was used to devouring prey that was too weak, too satisfied to really squirm or change their mind. What she wasn't used to was being that prey. She was so relaxed, so content after a gush like that that she barely even reacted to his final slurps, his rolling gulps dragging her down scale by scale, until she was just a pair of feet framed between her teeth. He licked her toes, even sucked a claw, and then set to proudly slurping down that thick noodle of her tail along with the rest of her. A few more tightly-compressing swallows, and her curvy, limber shape was all tucked away beneath his pudge, bulging his gut out to untold proportions, tightly constricting around the outline of a wriggling raptoress.

There was little more he could say about that aside from belch out triumphantly. His smug expression never faded, even with his jaws wide open, projecting out a loud burp that smelled of sweet raptor. She was still a bit stunned in there, all curled up tight by the surprisingly powerful kneads of his innards, but she still wasn't protesting. As much as she'd been proven wrong when it came to his ability to eat her, she still had her doubts. Sure, he was flexible enough to fit her inside, but what did he think he was going to do from there? She was covered in scales, practically impenetrable. No matter what his gut soaked her in, she was pretty sure she could handle it. So she just remained peaceful, and waited to see what he was going to do.

The answer was simple. He patted and prodded her a few times, and then promptly laid himself back, closing his eyes. It was going to be pretty easy to nap after such a large meal, though he made sure to slip in one last tease first.

"Right where you belong. Give yourself to your king, dinosaur. I'm going to make you into my pudge, and you're going to love it. And when you're all gurgled and gone, I have a special surprise for you."

A little slap to his gut seemed to be what kicked off the cacophony of stomach activity. The walls went even tighter around her, things got even hotter and more humid, and gurgles from every angle had her bathing in some acidic fluids, coating her scales up and down. She didn't feel anything yet, aside from the heat and the cramped confines. And she was a little sleepy, she had to admit. It was practically a sauna in there. She was almost certain she could slip in a nap and wake up still perfectly fine, and so she simply relaxed her muscles, letting herself be rocked to sleep by the distinctly unsubtle glorps and rumbles of the zangoose's belly. His confidence never wavered all through devouring her, but she was still pretty sure, almost certain, that she wasn't making a mistake. There was no way he could actually digest an actual raptor like her. She was a real predator.

***

No way. That was her first though as she awoke. She didn't know how long she'd been dreaming, but nothing had bothered her enough all the while. Until then, when she was first feeling that numbing tingle. It didn't really hurt, but she couldn't even feel her extremities at that point. Her arms, her legs, her tail. Even her face was feeling a little numb, like she'd just visited the dentist or something. It took her some shifting to truly realized the extent of the damage.

Not only had she been digesting, she was almost done. It was more than just stripping away her scales. He'd melted right down to her core, until she was filled with his acids, collapsing, softening into a gooey, partly-churned state. And all the while his stomach never stopped squeezing in on her. Where before it was nothing to be concerned about, in her squishy state, every single powerful compression threatened to crush her completely.

"Oh, there you are, my subject," came his teasing voice from above once he felt the activity. "I thought you might never wake up. You're just in time. I'm about to finish you off."

She tried to move, tried to struggle, but she was helpless. What remained of her body wasn't working. Her vitals were shutting down, fading out. She could barely gasp, and she certainly couldn't complain. All she could do was slosh there as she felt him tightening his muscles, pressing inwards on her skull and her body, smothering her, immersing her in digestive fluids, crunching her. Snuffing her right out, intentionally, in one decisive squeeze of his ruthless belly. She had no idea how he managed to digest so much of her, and so quickly. Or had she been asleep for days? Either way, it was getting darker, everything was still numb, until there was only one last long gwooorgle, and then she was still.

But not gone. She couldn't feel anything, and her body was destroyed, but she could still generally sense something. It was dark, and it was warm. She heard him chuckle above.

"Nnnngh, that felt good... nothing like ending a predator's life in my kingly belly. And look at all this fat you're turning into!" Somehow, she could feel it when he kneaded at his pudgy middle, as if it was her own. He was thicker, heavier, and notably jiggly thanks to the contribution of her entire body. "I know you can feel that. You can hear me, too. I think it's time for your surprise."

His body made very short work of her, loudly processing what remained of all that dino meat, pushing it down through his intestines, absorbing her into fat, into padding. But there was something left, something that was glowing there beneath his pudge, vibrant and alive. Her soul hadn't escaped, and as long as it lingered within him, she was his captive. Or worse. The longer that energy endured those digestive churns, the fainter it was getting. The harder it was to concentrate, to hear his words.

He just laughed gleefully as he hefted himself to his feet, swinging his fattened ass as he went, making sure a few people were looking. The other predators around the party had been mostly polite enough to head off to one of the bathrooms to take care of their business, but he wasn't near so decent as they were. It wasn't just a matter of him not caring who saw what came next - he raised his arms and called out to what remained of the crowd just to make it absolutely clear what he was about to do.

"If any of you are wondering what happened to Sara, have a look. She finally met someone better than her. And now I'm going to shit her out while I claim her soul."

He spoke while rubbing deeply into his gut, groping up and down. Then he was onto his hips, and his thighs, around to his ass. Squishy, soft pudge was the reward for bringing down that raptoress by sheer force of curiosity. She could still feel his every squeeze, but less so by the moment. Fading into nothing, simply fat on his glowing belly. The patterns across his gut were shining bright as he absorbed all that extra energy, and meanwhile he simply squatted his fattened ass down right in the middle of the room.

Just as he knew she wouldn't stop him from taking what he wanted, he knew no one was going to interrupt him. The owner of the house was long-digested, and so there was nothing to worry about but the sweet relief of taking a great big post-meal dump. It felt good, not just from the massive load of zangoose waste soon pushing through his pucker, but from the knowledge that the steaming mess used to be a powerful predator. He was just better, it turned out. And so she was reduced to a great big pile of shit and bones right there in the living room, coiling and stacking up high as he huffed and grunted, still groping at his gut the whole time.

"Therrre you are, Sara. Welcome to your new form. It, nnnf, feels so good to get rid of you. I've already taken everything of value. Your body will serve your king, forever. And everyone's going to know that you gave in to me. I'll tell them how eagerly you worshipped me. How you found your true purpose as soon as you laid eyes on me. And if they miss you, and want to say hi again, all they have to do is kiss this big fat ass that you've helped make even more perfect. Bye, raptor. Enjoy your last thoughts before I turn your soul into sludge."

She could still vaguely feel it all. Including the final humiliating act, given how much of his assfat was made up of her by then. But as he taunted her all through that hefty dump, there came a great emptiness. He was almost done with her soul, had almost fully absorbed it, and the insignia on his belly was only faintly glowing by then. It gradually returned back to its normal colour just as he finished off the few final pieces of former raptor, and her last few thoughts fell silent. Not even a proper skull plopped out, just a few last battered splinters of her bones. A prehistoric predator, as ravenous as she was insatiable, but all it took was her dropping her guard for a moment to end up humiliate and reduced to nothing more than zangoose shit.

He stood, grinned proudly, and thumped his gut a few more times. What a monument he'd made, a great brown pile to piss on just as one final bit of mockery. She felt amazing as part of him, and he'd taken everything by then. Body and soul. Just to make him thicker, sexier. Because he was hungry. That was all the justification a self-declared king like him needed.

Part VIII: Shade1: (Anal vore, digestion, disposal) #H

With everyone else pairing off, Ald'er was feeling increasing pressure to find someone to spend the night with. The energy in the room was high, and he was even feeling a little excited himself, but that didn't help overcome his own shyness. He scanned this way and that, trying not to meet eyes with anyone, but look long enough to at least get an idea. And with every pass of the room he took, he felt himself gravitating back to a figure who was particularly massive even among all the other huge bodies at that party.

She didn't even fit under the ceiling, and so she was seated in the corner, sprawled out over a few cushions she'd pulled out of one of the nearby couches. At first, she almost looked asleep. She wasn't moving but for some slow, deep breaths, puffing out steam from her nostrils as she glowered there away from the main crowd. The green and black reptile was an absolute brute, the most harshly-scaled, muscular, and simply enormous female he had ever laid eyes on. She looked grumpy as hell, as if she hated being around so many people, and she wasn't even bothering to engage with anyone around her. Approaching her was taking one hell of a risk - not just of rejection, but of significant harm coming to him if he pissed her off. But he had to know. Could she really be what she looked like? Was there really an actual tyrannosaurus at the party?

He wasn't even sure what she'd think of a dragon like him. Certainly he couldn't compare to a lady of her size or musculature. But he couldn't help but think his cool blue tones would go well with her green, and he was moving automatically to approach before his own brain could actually stop him. Everything told him this was a bad idea - especially at a party where so many carnal things had already happened before his very eyes. Yet he kept on going, mustering up his courage, pressing his fangs down over his lower lip and chin as he gritted his teeth tight. Even if this didn't work out, the alternative was spending the rest of his life always wondering what could have happened.

She barely acknowledged him when he approached, until he was right there in front of her. He was standing between her outstretched legs, just in front of each of her feet. One of her toes was near as long as his arm, and the length claws upon them made his chest tighten a little just to look at them. Even more intimidating was the glare she was giving down at him as he stood there clasping his hands together, trying his best to stay steady, clearing his throat but not getting his introductions out before she questioned him in a single gruffly grunted word:

"What?"

The harshness of her tone almost made him just turn around on the spot, flee to someone less likely to simply crush him for a minor slight. Her green eyes were dark and impossible to read, as if not even sentient, and they made for one intense glare. It was like she was looking right through him. His cheeks grew warm as he tried to form the perfect sentence, tried to be forward and clear without coming on too strong, but not appear weak, or frightened, or...

Finally he just sucked in a breath and gave it his best shot. "Well, um, hi. I just saw that you were sitting here alone and I was sort of wondering if you might appreciate some company."

Her silence fell so heavily he swore it muffled all other sound in the room. It was just the two of them as she loomed dangerously over him, examining him, seeming to take in every single inch of his body in that enduring stare. Or maybe that was just his imagination. Finally she just shrugged.

"Might as well. Guess you're cute."

He really didn't expect her to agree so quickly, to the point he was left uncertain of just what to do or say next. His eyes wandered, and he found himself looking at her feet more than a few times, just naturally feeling his gaze pulled towards them as much as they were her bust or her thighs. He rubbed at his ears, flattening them to his head and letting them spring up again. "Oh, great! Well. I'm Ald'er, or Ald, if you like, it's great to meet you!"

She still didn't move. That look she was giving him was so piercing, it was like she was soaking up every one of his secrets just by staring at him.

"Kazgoran," she grunted. "Or Kaz. You like my feet?"

The bluntness of the question struck him dumb, and he recoiled from it was if startled. When he didn't answer right away she just went on. Her tone was... slightly lighter, if not exactly friendly yet.

"Go on. Don't hide what you're feeling. I don't have all night to get to the good stuff."

Ald swallowed heavily. He couldn't tell if she was messing with him or if she really wanted to know. Everything about her was so curt, so direct, that it felt like dancing around the issue was the wrong approach. So he just went for it, thinking to himself that he could blame intoxication for the impulsiveness if need be.

"Yeah. They're pretty hot. I've always kind of had a thing for dinosaur feet. Saw it in a movie once, big t-rex stepping on people. It always kind of stuck with me."

He didn't expect what she did next. She actually chuckled a little. Not a fully belly laugh or anything, but more pleasant than he thought she was even capable of being from his first impression. She rose up, having to hunch over a bit when her shoulders touched the ceiling, towering above him at that impressive height. In that stance, she looked even more like a rex.

"Heh. Yeah. I know the one. I'll step on ya a while if you like. You gotta use your tongue though. That's the deal."

That had him breaking into grin. Even if a voice in the back of his head was calling him crazy for agreeing to it. "You... yeah! Hell, wow, I'll lick anything you offer me. You're gorgeous."

"Goddamn right. Now kiss my fuckin' feet, prettyboy."

He had no time to protest the name before one of her colossal stompers was coming at him. There was no need to figure out what position to get into. She made the decision for him, bowling him right over as she pressed her sole against his entire chest. He grunted in mild discomfort as he thudded to the ground, but he couldn't complain too much. Not when he was soon being kneaded down upon by that enormous scaly foot, feeling her toes curling around his body, squeezing him before she worked upwards to plant one of them right atop his face. He brought his tongue to those bare scales, and was rewarded with a hot, scaly flavour he immediately knew he was going to love worshipping.

It would have been easy to just crush him in that position, but she kept her weight safely on the other foot while he licked away. Not that she was exactly gentle with him. He was pinned flat, and it was a bit difficult to breathe with that heel pressing into his chest. But he made sure to just focus on the worship, slathering his tongue up and down the offered toe, then between them as she worked her way across his face. Everything got attention, no matter how harsh and bumpy her scales were, and or how much sweat he ended up ingesting. He loved her musky taste, and he wasn't stopping even if he ended up fainting from the lack of proper air.

Which was proving to be a possibility, especially once she got her sole pressed right over his entire muzzle. The cracks in those harsh scales, the wrinkles of thick hide, they were all details worth licking over, even if fresh air was becoming scarce in that intense smother, replaced instead by the heady scent of dinosaur foot. He slurped until her scales were practically glistening with his saliva, flowing thicker by the second, and he massaged what his tongue couldn't reach, pushing fingers deeply into her foot, while also trying to create a little breathing room for himself.

When she finally let up on him, her face was mere inches away. She'd bent right down, looming close, letting him feel her hot breath puffing on his sweat-sheened face. That meant he was gasping it into his lungs, tasting it in the process as he panted and recovered from the rex-stepping. By then, he was bulging so hard he just had to get himself out of his pants, lest he rip them or something, and she stayed just as close all the while, sniffing at him here and there.

"I bet you taste good. Rub my mouth a while. Treat it right."

The only thing that sounded like a worse idea than worshipping a t-rex's maw from the inside was refusing to do it when she asked. He had no time to make a decision either way, once her great big fist was wrapped around his waist, pressing his firm cock against her palm while she hefted him right into the air. Her grip remained iron-tight, holding him as solidly as a constricting snake, and she just gaped those drooly jaws wide, letting him see the strands of saliva stretching and snapping off between her enormous, jagged teeth. He shivered. But he throbbed, too.

The dark black flesh of her mouth just seemed to absorb all light once he was in there, dipped in face-first with his arms outstretched, bracing himself against her broad tongue as it poured her spit all over him. But she stopped at halfway inserted, his waist framed between her lips, his cock resting right on the tip of her tongue while he worked and kneaded at everything within reach. She didn't have to tell him twice, and he simply writhed there in pleasure and awe as he gasped in the heat wafting up from the back of her throat, massaging over her tongue, the back of her teeth, her gums, her cheeks. To think that an actual tyrannosaurus was letting him adore her body like this kept him hard, but he wouldn't dare let himself cum until she told him to.

She got naked while he worked in between her teeth like that, stripping off a simple dress that must have been custom-made, exposing the rest of her beefy body. He couldn't see it yet, busy as he was attending to her every single tooth with the care of a dentist. Even if he hardly knew what he was doing, he simply treated all those spit-soaked details with the admiration he felt they deserved, and his reward was hearing a deep, guttural sound rumbling up from inside her. One he couldn't mistake for anything but approval.

When she pulled him back out, absolutely soaked in her saliva, dripping big gobs of the stuff to audibly splat on the floor below, she just grinned broadly at him. Which resulted in every single one of those sabre-like teeth interlocking right before his face, something as intimidating as it was awe-inspiring. Pretty sexy, too.

"You're good. Bet you can handle more."

What that was supposed to be, he couldn't guess, but he soon found himself flat on the floor with her looming above once she placed him down. He braced himself as best he could. But there really wasn't much he could do when he saw that massive set of haunches descending towards him, eclipsing all light from his vision and replacing it with dinosaur crotch. He was smothered, but not crushed, planted face-first against the folds of her pussy. Those were much softer than the rest of her, and they were even a little wet. Seemed she'd been enjoying his attention he'd been giving her more than she let on.

He knew what to do. Even if her squatting form threatened to flatten him if she put down just a little more weight, he had a pussy to lick. His tongue might not have been big enough to fully satisfy such an enormous woman, but he could certainly taste her, could certainly show his adoration for her heated sex, flicking up and down along those folds until his mouth was filled with enough of her juices he had to outright gulp them down. There were running down his chin, intensely hot and carrying a horny dino musk that he loved bathing in while he ate his way inward one slurp at a time, until his head was near entirely immersed in that great big rex's cunt while she gruffly grunted and snorted her approval above.

The reaction he was getting was so positive, Ald even felt like he could freely make a request. So he tipped his head up from his feasting and put on a little smirk, sputtering some in the mess to get his words out.

"I'll give the same love to your ass too, if ya like."

The grin he got in return was as terrifying as ever, but she clearly liked the idea. She didn't even bother to say anything. She just moved forward, and sat her huge ass right down right atop his face, instantly enveloping him between those thick, muscled cheeks. The scales pressing down on him were a bit uncomfortable, but fortunately he was soon nestled right up under the base of her treetrunk tail, his entire face smothered tight against the dark flesh of her asshole. Which he was soon glazing with layers of saliva to replace the light sweat upon it, moving up and down, deeper, while she only pressed on him harder, harder. There was nowhere to go but inside.

Her rear was big enough that it wasn't even a stretch to start enveloping his face, smothering him in those musky confines while he licked and kissed all the while. Not just pleasuring her, but outright servicing, treating her like some queen. As a t-rex ought to be treated. And she was getting into it enough that she was paying less and less attention to how rough she was being with him. It was getting a bit harder to breathe, but he made room for it, huffing in her ass while he pushed his entire fist inside of her. Followed by the other, and then his arms, right down to the elbow as her weight overtook his whole face, muffling all sound once his ears were within her. And she wasn't stopping.

It made him realize he was in some trouble, if he could even call it trouble. She wasn't letting up, even when his head popped inside her entirely. He could feel her flexing on him, kneading him inside her taut backside. The strength of her ass alone probably could have just squished him if she squeezed hard enough. But rather than crush him, she was consuming him. One pleasured clench at a time. That was clear enough when he found himself waist-deep in rex ass, stretching out that tight hole with every inch of his body that got dragged inside. It was already far too late to protest. Anything he could have said was far too muffled in those humid innards contracting around his every feature.

It all happened so fast. He was dazed, disoriented, and trapped in the darkness while his wiggling feet vanished beneath a thick rex tail, her pucker sealing up tight behind them, sealing him in completely. He could hear her deep breaths rumbling through her form, her insides gurgling, her heart pumping away above. And he only went deeper, dragged through the heated confines, feeling them smoothly stroking along his bare hide, while he remained stretched out and helpless all the while. At least he was still breathing, but the air was as hot as it was thin, leaving him on the verge of passing out as he was dragged through what seemed like an infinite passage, bulging his way along, only finding the heat more intense, the air harder to breathe, until he was fairly certain he couldn't stay awake much longer.

Before he lost consciousness, he found himself suddenly awoken by a change in surroundings, his momentum jolting to a stop when he encountered a barrier to his progress. He was being mashed up against a solid wall of flesh, but it was giving way the longer he was pushed there. There was a wet gurgle coming from the other side, one that grew much louder as he abruptly rushed forth as if shot from a cannon, all the pressure released at once to force him right up into the dinosaur's very stomach. He'd taken the entire journey, all the way through her intestines, eaten in reverse and left simmering in her stomach acids. At least there was a little more air in there for him to gasp, even if breathing too deeply burned his lungs a little.

His presence inspired an earthquake of a belch out of Kaz, and she just licked her chops and chuckled down to him.

"Yeah, not sorry. Felt too good to stop. Won't take long. Relax."

Instead of complain, panic, or whatever else, Ald couldn't help but simply feel intensely aroused. He wanted to stroke himself off, but was too busy flailing through the sloshing fluids as they poured over him like tidal waves, churned into motion by those rhythmic squeezes of the rex's belly. He had to fight to keep his head above the surface. Everything tingled, from his head to his very toes. The tip of his tail, and beneath it too. The air was so sweltering it felt like his very innards were overheating. He was going under, going blank, and his attempts at gasping were met only by intense, merciless churning and bubbling.

Ald had always been an ass man, and his admiration for this particularly hefty booty had resulted in him diving so deeply inside he ended up in a t-rex's stomach, getting intensely gurgled, fading by the second. Yet the thought of becoming her meal, a dinosaur's prey, it was lingering in his mind so intensely that he was able to outright think himself off. There was no need for him to touch himself. Just being hers was enough to get him off, giving him one last, blissful orgasm deep inside her gut, his cum splattering over his body, adding to the slime that clung to him.

Orgasm left him even closer to unconscious, washing over just as warmly as all those wildly bubbling fluids. She wasn't' stopping, and there was no sense begging for mercy. The best he could do was try to do as she said. He closed his eyes, sucked in a shaky breath, and did his best to relax, focusing on the good sensations, sloshing there as if in a particularly violent hot tub, losing feeling in his extremities, feeling that numbness creeping up his body towards the centre. At least, he figured, he was going to make her feel good. Feed her and sustain that great big body of hers. Part of something greater.

That was his final thought before he finally did faint, overtaken by the heat, by the powerful squeezes, and by those tingling sensations jolting through his veins, the precursor to what was sure to be a thorough, efficient digestion. Not that he had to worry about that - he was just meat in the great dino's belly by then, slowly disintegrating with every noisy gurgle, churning up a few satisfied belches from the well-fed rex as she sat back and basked in the feeling of fullness. Another one gone in her gut.

***

Kazgoran watched the rest of the festivities for a while as she digested Ald'er. She saw people disappearing, vanishing down gullets or wherever else, and felt the party's energy being drained away in favour of naps, with predators sprawling all around wherever they could find a comfy spot. She was just fine in her corner, and she didn't need to sleep, either. It was too shamelessly enjoyable to focus on the sensation of that pretty male getting all gurgled up inside her, to feel him softening and losing shape beneath her tough scales, until he was utterly liquefied and being pushed back down the same way he entered, crushed and melted down into a much less recognizable form by her ruthless gut. He was pretty - but he wasn't anymore.

She was done with him before most of the other predators had finished with their meals. That meant she had first dibs on the bathroom. Which was good, because she was pretty sure she was going to wreck the damn toilet. People were a lot to digest, and there was always plenty left over once she had taken everything she needed. She could already feel the tickle of Ald's bone-strewn leftovers pushed through her body, so she didn't bother wasting time. She lumbered to her feet and stomped off down the hall, ducking her head low to get through the doorways, and stuffing herself into that normal-sized bathroom. It wasn't even close to adequate for someone like her, but it was going to have to do.

Planting her ass down on the porcelain, she kept her tail lifted right up, draped over one shoulder, and she just gave a grunt. Maybe even a snort of pleasure. She couldn't deny it felt good. The dragon was done with his journey there and back again, and it was time to squeeze him out of that big dinosaur ass he'd so admired. The first log was a great, solid stone of a piece, splashing down hard into the water below, loaded with clattering bones. Kaz reached back to flush, knowing there was no way the modest facilities were going to keep up with how much she was pushing out, but there was no stopping it now.

A lesser someone probably would have been bothered by all those bones, but she didn't mind. She just grunted and flexed, shitting Ald'er out one massive log at a time, flushing him away as soon as the toilet finished refilling. Again and again, but it was still piling up. Especially once she got to the end, and forced out a waste-packed skull, letting it loudly shatter as its weakened form hit the bowl. It ended up swirling around the darkened water along with the rest of the filth, until it lodged in the drain, staring back up at her with empty eye sockets as she rose and got cleansed.

Yeah, that was a clog. And it was just going to have to stay there, because she wasn't fishing it out herself. Ald was part of her by then, hardly adding any fat, mostly just feeding all those muscles on her great green body, and the only trophy was left there in the overflowing toilet as the dino simply stomped right off, already considering who she wanted for her next meal. One dragon was only going to take her so far.