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With smoke on the horizon and the sun setting over the untamed waters, Captain Lucy Crane and her crew of battle-hardened pirates were ready to call it another hard-fought victory. The smell of cannon fire lingered in the air, the ship was loaded down with glittering treasures and trinkets, and the brutal shark had personally sent a few more unfortunate souls down to the cold embrace of the ocean. That was worth cracking open the finest rum, while her crew bellowed the most triumphant sea shanties they knew. Lucy was getting drunk tonight.

Of course, there was still work to do. She wasn't so foolish a captain as to order them to bury the treasure or anything of the sort. That just got it dirty and reduced the value with those fussy traders . But she knew after an attack like that one, they were going to need a spot to lie low for a while. At least until the heat died down and the patrols thinned out. It wouldn't do at all to sail all that ill-begotten loot right into a fleet of navy ships, after all. They could cash in their newly acquired wealth later.

An experienced band of pirates like them knew the importance of a proper hideout, and it just so happened theirs was almost perfectly hidden in plain sight. It was nestled into the tall cliffs of a seemingly uninhabitable island, where waves crashed sharply against unforgiving rocks, ready to smash an unprepared vessel to pieces. Anyone would have looked at it from afar and considered it a hazard to be avoided. Not a hidden refuge full of pirate gold. Lucy knew a secret entrance, a place where the waters turned calm, allowing them to sail in onto a secluded beach where no one but them ever sat foot.

At least, that was supposed to be the case. No sooner had they come up upon the shore and Olivia, the raveness up in the roost gave a throaty cry. While no one exactly understood her (and rarely did), it did call their attention away from their revelling and instead to the soft sands. There were tracks there, immense, three-toed prints far too large to belong to a person. Lucy led the way, flanked by her crew, as they dropped anchor and leapt from the ship to investigate the disturbance. When she got closer, she found that those huge divots in the sand were big enough she could have sat in them, each toe like one of her arms.

"A beast of deep water. But not one I know. We best tread carefully here." Lucy's first mate, Balkan, stood by her side. The black jaguar tapped the cutlass at his hip a few times for good measure.

"Not a beast - a monster!" Andie was always a bit jumpy. And not just because she was a squirrel, a small creature among all those other meat-eaters. Everyone respected her navigation skills too much to ever give her trouble, but she was naturally nervous anyway.

"Whatever it might be, it's not welcome," Lucy gruffly muttered, tapping her own blade in turn.

She brought four of her best men and women with her, marching out in a heavily armed search party to investigate just who or what dared intrude upon their safe haven. The rest of the crew stayed back, guarding the treasure. A more paranoid pirate captain might have worried they might make the mutinous decision to simply set sail and take the loot for their own, but Lucy knew her crew was too loyal to do such a thing. And if they ever did - she knew they knew she'd find them.

The danger was obvious, whether it was man or beast that had walked upon the sands. That was why they were armed to the teeth. Whether it was with blades, with guns, or with actual teeth in Lucy's case. She hardly needed a weapon to inflict havoc, but it helped. One thing they didn't need was an expert tracker. The prints were gigantic, obvious, and as best they could tell, still fresh. The incoming tide hadn't yet washed them away, and the group marched forth towards a cave, following the trail.

When they reached the mouth of that deep cave carved into the side of the cliffs, its entrance towering over them, they stopped. It was dark in there, and they were going to need a torch to properly navigate. Lucy turned to her crew sharply, unusually irritated by the intrusion. She didn't usually snap at them, but just having that unknown intruder spoiling their perfect sanctuary was putting her in a foul mood.

"Well don't stand there with your thumbs in your asses! Get a flame going!"

"Won't that let her know we're here?" Andie cautiously asked.

"It's not necessary," said Irene, a slim black cat. "I can see just fine. Send me in."

"Not alone," grumbled Henrik, a portly brown wolf. "You're not invincible, no matter how much you think it."

"We stay together," Lucy asserted. "We don't know what we're dealing with."

As they stood there, yammering about how they ought to proceed next, there came a deep, thunderous sound echoing from the blackened depths before them. A low, rumbling noise that seemed to shake the very rocks around them, sending bits of loose stone clattering down from above. And then something was coming. Something that stepped hard and heavy, thump, thump, thump like the approach of a giant, or a titan. Or a monster.

Some of the crew shifted, or prepared their weapons, but Lucy raised a hand and shook her head. Despite her grumpiness a moment a go, having a clear threat restored her sense of steady leadership.

"Not yet. Patience. Let our enemy reveal itself."

She remained in the lead, her other hand still at her hip. Ready, but not shaken. She wasn't going to let anything intimidate her, no matter how massive and mysterious it was. Even when she saw an emerald glint in the dark, followed by a hulking frame of glistening, wet, completely naked scales revealing itself. Though the cave itself was big enough that none of them could reach the ceiling, the approaching figure walked hunched over, too tall to even fit.

"Is that..." began Balkan, and Andie finished for him.

"A dinosaur." Her voice was brimming with awe more than fear for once, though she wasn't exactly standing still. Especially not when all that scale and muscle came closer, snorting, grumbling, seemingly growling.

Though apparently female, the sheer bulk of the reptilian creature was far from feminine. She was distinctly anthro, not just a beast, though that was an easy mistake given that untamed look on her face. Her eyes were a dark green, glaring out from the darkness, and whatever light shined in was reflecting off her many jagged teeth. The brute strength that permeated her body, arms and legs alike didn't immediately betray her exact species, but there was nothing lean and nimble about her. Only hefty, intimidating strength. She couldn't have been anything but a tyrannosaurus rex. The ancient beast, standing there before them. She didn't look happy.

"I hope you're waking me up for a good reason." It wasn't even clear she was speaking words at first. Such was her guttural rumble of a voice. But she apparently could communicate just find, despite looking nearly feral.

Lucy stepped forth, boldly leading her men. But she didn't get too close, not yet. "Just what are you doing on this island?"

"Sleeping. Until you interrupted." The rex's demeanour didn't shift, and she remained in place.

Lucy frowned. "And how exactly did you get here?"

That got a simple shrug. "Swam."

Whether that was a serious statement or not wasn't clear, but before Lucy could respond, she found herself irritated by Andie's insistent tap on her shoulder. The captain turned to her with a gnashing of her many teeth.

"What?"

"Captain, I think, uh. I may be mistaken. But I think that's Kazgoran."

"Who?" Lucy knew who that was, but she felt like pretending she didn't was a more respectable approach for a captain like her.

"A rampaging beast, if you believe the stories."

Lucy just crossed her arms and shot the rex a stern look. "Beast, maybe. Rampaging, I doubt."

At that, Kazgoran took a step closer to the group, sending all but Lucy scrambling for their weapons at once. Blades were unsheathed, guns drawn and cocked, and everyone made threatening gestures at the approaching dinosaur but for their captain, who remained relatively stoic. Kaz just gave a snort when she saw the opposition.

"I advise getting the hell out of my way."

Lucy just shook her head. "Fact of the matter is, now that you know about this place, we can't let you leave. Not as anything but part of our crew anyhow. And you don't look like the type for taking orders, am I about right?"

A snort came from the dinosaur as she simply shrugged. She definitely didn't seem intimidated at all. But that suited Lucy just fine. Surely there was a sizable bounty on such a creature by then. Or maybe a collector who might want her head. She drew her own cutlass, and stepped back alongside her crew, ready to join them in a coordinated attack. They may have been a marauding band of pirates, but their battle tactics had been refined over many skirmishes together. There was a reason they had been so successful.

Kazgoran just took another defiant step forward. She was close enough then that any of them could have struck her if they leapt forward. They couldn't have reached any higher than her thighs, but that was enough to do some harm. Lucy raised an arm, not to stop her, but to signal everyone to get ready. There were enough guns pointed at that brute to sink a ship, but that didn't mean Lucy wanted her to try something. A few of her crew were bound to get hurt if she charged.

"Don't be stupid, reptile. One more step and we'll plug you full of holes."

"Try," came that single word of utter defiance, the rex entirely unimpressed as she continued her advance.

"Fire!" cried Lucy, the word drowned out by the crackle of gunshots ringing out all around her, peppering the beast with solid grapeshot. But rather than the fleshy sound of impact usually associated with shooting someone, there were only repeated metallic clanks as all that ammunition merely thudded against those thick scales , and pattered down to the stone floor beneath like iron raindrops.

Kazgoran shrugged, unimpressed. And moreover, uninjured. Then she charged. All that reptilian muscle came rushing forward all at once, bowling over several members of Lucy's crew, as well as the shark herself. She thought herself ready for such a seemingly slow-moving beast, but Kaz moved much quicker than someone so large ought to have been able. It took Lucy by surprise, sending her sprawling as one of those treetrunk legs raised and just kicked her aside, disarming her in the process, sending her crashing to the sand, dazed.

When she recovered from the brief stun, she rolled herself over just in time to be treated to the sight of the dinosaur rampaging just as the stories said She had scattered the crew all around, leaving them sprawled in the sand. Henrik was definitely injured, unable to rise despite the best efforts on that old wolf. Kaz approached him, looming above, looking ready to simply stomp him to paste, but she was interrupted by the distraction of Balkan and Irene slashing at her ankles with their blades. Panther and black cat united in their fight against a common enemy, forgetting at least for the time how much they usually hated each other.

It was a valiant effort, but it was still useless against those impenetrable scales. Even that sharpened steel just bounced right off, and the dinosaur's retribution was swift. A swing of her tail, and she knocked both felines flat. They were disarmed and sent sprawled into the sand, both too stunned to do much as Kaz approached. In a single decisive moment, she stepped right on Balkan's chest, bringing a feline snarl out of him a moment before it was silenced by the pressure, and snatched Irene right up off her feet in a strong grip.

The cat might not have been the biggest member of the crew, but she was plenty vicious. She showed her teeth, she used her claws to frantically scratch at her attacker, but none of it was effective. Lucy tried to rise, but her leg wasn't working right. So she was helpless but to drag herself across the sand as Kaz showed her teeth right back, letting them glimmer and drip with saliva right in the feline's face, before she let out a throaty bellow that must have rendered Irene deaf. From viciously attacking, to simply covering her ears, she knew she was in trouble. And everyone else was too hurt, or too cowardly to do anything.

Whatever Lucy feared might happen, what came next was the worst of it. Kaz didn't stand on ceremony, simply tossing Irene up into the air. The crew were all frozen in horror at the sight of the cat flailing, only to be snatched right up in those toothy jaws, half-engulfed in drooling rex maw. A tongue up between Irene's thighs shoved her inwards, leaving her flailing and mewling in fright as she descended into Kaz's gullet. Her tail disappeared between scaly lips, slurped right up with a messy fleck of spit. And then one simple toss of toss of the dinosaur's head, and she was gone. Gulped down whole before any of them could do anything about it. She hardly even made a bulge in the rex's gut. Just a slight swell as she settled into the humid, deadly chamber.

A great roar towards the sky expressed how pleased Kazgoran was with her meal. Or at least her appetizer. She'd already swallowed an entire person whole, but the hungry look in her eyes told them all that wasn't enough. She snarled, showing her many teeth to the hapless crew as sought to resume her meal, scanning over their fallen bodies. Balkan was broken, gravely injured and not able to fight back. Henrik still hadn't risen. And Andie, she was completely motionless, facedown in the sand. Either dead or unconscious, she didn't react to anything that was going on around her.

Seeing Kaz approaching Henrik once more, Lucy tried again to rise, and even manage to get to her feet. But as soon as she put any weight on her right leg, it buckled beneath her and she crashed back down to the sand. She couldn't feel any pain, but it was numb. The blow had done more damage than she thought, and no matter how strong her willpower, she couldn't fight through it if her limb simply wasn't functional. All she could do was watch.

Henrik had been a loyal crewmate since the very beginning. And Lucy knew there was nothing she could do when Kazgoran snapped him up between her teeth, plucking him up from the sand and wrenching his heavy body into the air. He had seen it all. Every battle, every danger, but he still gave a frightened cry to meet his end. Anyone would, facing those murderous jaws, those teeth wrapped snugly around his flesh. She wasn't biting into him, but she had a firm hold. At least until she whipped her head upwards and tossed him towards the sky. It was all just a show of dominance, of practised predation as she grabbed him out of the air between her teeth, and set to sending him down to meet the cat.

He got one good kick in as he flailed inside her mouth, but it didn't do much more than thud against Kaz's shoulder. Then she was slurping up his legs, stuffing him muzzle-first down her gullet, letting it knead and compress his soft belly all the way down. She ate so quickly, it was almost hard to believe it was really happening. One moment the wolf was there, Lucy's loyal crewman of many raids and adventures, and the next there was a vaguely canine-shaped bulge descending down a scaly throat. Kaz swallowed hard, and loud, and when her second meal landed atop the first the impact gurgled up a wicked belch that echoed among the rocks. Her belly was getting bigger, faint writhing beneath her scales the only evidence her captives were still living inside that slimy prison.

There were only the three of them left. Thus far it had been a bitter defeat, but at least Lucy's most loyal crew still lived. Yet she was still helpless, only able to hope backup came soon to bail her out of this mess. And her wounded dignity was going to be difficult to heal. But that was better than being eaten alive by some drooling monster. They must have heard all the noise of fighting, but orders were orders after all. Guard the boat, no matter what. She cursed them for their unquestioning loyalty.

Balkan wasn't going down without a fight, despite how badly he'd already been injured. As soon as Kaz picked him up, he was all tooth and claw without flinching. At least until Kaz tightened her grip around his chest, putting pressure on his injured ribs, making him grunt out in pain, his struggles slowing but not ceasing. The dinosaur moved to Andie as well, picking her right up by the tail, letting her dangle by it. The seemingly unconscious squirrel screamed out all of a sudden, flailing wildly through the air once plucked up. For a moment, Lucy was furious with her and the act of cowardice, but in truth she couldn't blame her. Andie had overcome her nervous nature plenty of times before - she was bound to fail sometime.

Kazgoran was already stuffed with writhing meat. The other two members of the crew still lived, but they were slowly suffocating in the intense heat. And her hunger wasn't being kind to them Her gut was already tightening, already brutally softening them up, crushing them in the strength of her unrelenting digestives. There was no ceremony, nothing flashy about it. She was just feasting, and turning Lucy's valued crew into tyrannosaurus food, one by one while she helplessly looked on.

Neither the squirrel nor the panther had much fight left in them. Balkan was moving slowly, still trying to use his teeth and claws to free himself. But where once he'd been vicious, he just looked fatigued by then. And he didn't even seem to be making Kaz flinch, scraping against hard scales but never piercing. He still wasn't giving up, but there was only so much his toned body could withstand. Her jaws loomed closer, long strands of drool stretching and snapping in his face while her hot breath made him outright sweat, gasping for air as he fought with all his dwindling might.

Andie's approach was different. She had no weapons, natural or forged, but she could always surprise Lucy and her enemies alike with how good a fighter she could be. Though in such a state, she couldn't do much. She made up for that with supreme squirminess, along with plenty of shrieking. If nothing else, all the noise was sure to irritate the dinosaur, especially so close to her face like that. The squirrel could only frantically flail as she was drawn closer, inches away from certain death, letting the brutal fate loom over the both of them. She wasn't rushing to consume either of them, glancing back and forth between each. Either she was still making up her mind, or it was all a show to torment them further. And their watching captain.

Seeing them in danger like that finally brought a surge to Lucy's muscles that let her limp aggressively towards Kazgoran. She was still shaky, but she ignored that. Snatching up a dropped cutlass, she made her charge towards the rampaging dinosaur, bearing all her teeth in the process. Kaz had her hands full, so surely there was a chance. Maybe Lucy could find a weak point, a soft spot between all those armour-like scales, and simply gnaw to the bone. And this time, she made sure to watch those massive feet, to be ready for any kicking blows that might be coming her way.

She left her feet in a lunging strike, aiming right for the beast's belly. Maybe she could chew her crew right out of there. Maybe the skin was weakened by the modest stretching. Or maybe she would simply deflect like one of those useless musket balls. She didn't even get the chance to find out. In all her focus, she'd forgotten about that treetrunk of a tail. It took just a slight shift in position on behalf of the rex to make a muscular swing towards the leaping shark, striking her hard in the chest and reversing her momentum all at once. Lucy went down hard, the wind knocked out of her, and when she saw one of those gigantic feet coming down towards her, she half thought it was over.

The cushioning effect of the soft sand was what saved her from simply being crushed on the spot. Kaz stomped hard, crashing down atop the shark's chest with near all her weight, pinning her down, deeply embedded in the sandy surf beneath. That was just where Lucy was going to have to stay, barely able to draw breath as she wriggled there beneath those thick toes. She tried to pry them off of her, but it was like moving a mountain. She was just going to have to watch what happened next. And the rex was already drooling enough that it dribbled all the way down onto Lucy's face, making her flinch and grit her teeth.

She couldn't turn away. Not when her crew was at stake. And she was no coward. If the dinosaur was trying to intimidate her, it wasn't going to work. Even once she stuffed Balkan headfirst between her teeth, letting that panther flail all around, clawing and biting anything he could reach with vigour renewed by his dire circumstances. That eventually caused a bit of harm. Or at least, Kazgoran slightly flinched as he scraped his claws along the inside of her jaws. He didn't seem to have drawn blood or anything of the sort, but he did give her pause. There was no time for him to be satisfied with the work, because retribution was swift and harsh.

So far, Kaz hadn't bothered to use her teeth to do anything more than hold her prey. They were pacified well enough by the strength of her dark gullet forcing them down. But with such a vicious cat in her jaws, refusing to stop struggle, she turned to a brutally efficient method of taking the fight right out of him. It wasn't a full bite, not using all of her strength, but it still brought forth a nasty, echoing crunch as she sunk her many fangs deep into the jaguar's spine. Snapping through the bone from pressure alone, she hardly even needed to pierce the skin. She crippled him in an instant, leaving his kicking legs to hang limp over her lower lip, twitching their last. Even if he got away - there was no recovering from an injury like that.

Andie just screamed all the louder to see it, nearly fainting. Lucy held fast, bracing her jaw, clenching her teeth, but still pinned. Seeing what a big reaction that nasty bite got out of her literally captive audience, Kaz chewed on the panther a few more times. That send rippling crackles of his bones resonating out over the island, and left the snarling cat falling silent as he was all but crushed to paste there in the tyrannosaurus' jaws. Still intact, still relatively whole, and most of all, alive. But defeated, a limp sack of meat and fur to slide down the reptile's gullet as she tilted her head straight back, and simply let gravity do the work. He'd been the strongest fighter Lucy knew, aside from herself, but now he was simply sliding down towards the gurgling pit of Kaz's gut, unable to put up anything but a faint, wriggling show of resistance.

The last of Balkan's paws disappeared into the black flesh of the rex's gullet, and his tail got slurped up with a fling of thick, humid drool fluttering through the air. Then it rained down onto Andie and Lucy, leaving them both wishing they could get their arms free to wipe it away. The shape of the panther descended straight past the rex's bust, vanishing a moment and then simply joining the increasingly hefty swell of her gut. It was big enough that it ought to have been debilitating, but Kaz didn't seem at all slowed by all the weight. Especially when she was so rapidly, noisily compacting all the meat inside her, squeezing inwards on those many soft bodies while the outlines of their shape grew less distinct with every loud glorp and splruch.

The squirrel hardly had any panic left, grown exhausted in her alarm until she was nearly passive in Kaz's grip. Until she was hefted up by the tail, dangled there above a pair of open jaws as they filled with drool in anticipation of tasting her. Lucy had always respected Andie's skills - but her somewhat cowardly nature didn't make for a dignified end. She tested just how well the rex had a grip on her as she flailed her way above those many teeth, trying not to even look down into the gullet beneath her. She screamed, she yelped, and she cried out to Lucy in hopes the shark might manage to do something.

"Captain Crane! Don't let her... please! I don't want to get eaten!"

Kaz seemingly sensed the increased tension in the shark's muscles, because she just pressed her foot down even harder atop her chest, choking out any attempt at even responding. Lucy half thought to scold Andie. They were supposed to be the most fearsome pirate crew in all the oceans. It wasn't becoming at all of her to be screaming for help when facing danger. But she couldn't be too mad at the squirrel - mostly she was furious at Kaz for putting her through this. If she dropped her guard for just one single moment, gave Lucy even the slightest chance... she was going to pay.

That wasn't going to happen before Andie got eaten alive, though. She gave such a shrill cry as she dropped down into the dinosaur's waiting jaws, free-falling for half a second and then wetly splatting onto the surface of that outstretched tongue. Kaz was drooling so much that there was a splash of impact, and Andie's cries were quickly muffled in slick maw as she was dragged inside, sucked on, and soaked to the very core. Her clothes grew nearly translucent as they got slathered, and every time she tried to cry out she just got bathed to silence by that huge tongue working her over. Turning her this way and that, working between her legs, over her face, tasting at any exposed fur.

Andie's last words ended up as little more than a faint, defeated squeak. And then she was gone. Just like that. Kaz swallowed her whole, all at once. It started as pulling her fluffy tail and rump into her throat, bending her in half over herself, and then a powerful gulp ended her chance at escaping. She descended rapidly, not even able to properly scream with how much drool was hitting her in the face all the way down. And a heavy thud of impact jiggling around Kaz's belly announced her introduction to the rest of the digesting crew, letting her mingle there and get messily melted if not just drowned by the increasing mush jostling around there beneath the rex's dark scales.

That left Lucy simply glowering at the tyrannosaurus who had devoured so many of her valued companions. There was nothing she could do for them anymore. She couldn't even properly curse out the foul beast, with so much pressure on her chest. All she could really do was faintly gasp for air, not quite getting enough, choking for it as her head grew heavy. Kaz kept her there a while. There was no rush after all. The rest of the crew wasn't coming. Not with all that loot to guard. Though she faintly found herself wondering if the raveness in the roost had seen any of this. Maybe it wasn't the end. Maybe they would ambush the rex at any moment.

The losses were heavy, but the remaining crew could still function. They could rebuild. Lucy briefly lost herself already planning where she'd look to replace those currently gurgling in the rex's gut. Even if they managed to slay the beast that very instant, the dire sound of digestion made her pretty certain there was no saving any of them. They were gone, partly or completely melted within minutes of ingestion. Her first mate, her navigator, and the rest.

Kaz got right down in Lucy's face, letting drool flow through clenched teeth, raining down upon the shark's face. The captain just showed her teeth right back, but it had little more effect than simply letting her get drool in her mouth. It tasted faintly of her crew. She'd certainly tasted them before. But not in that way. Lucy just sputtered and spat that saliva right back at the dinosaur, still defiant. She wasn't going to let fear overtake her, even if she was admittedly outmatched.

From that perspective, it was difficult to tell if the dinosaur was snarling or simply grinning. Either way, she remained closer, silently looming. Drooling, snorting steaming breath in the captain's face. It smelled a bit like her crew as well. But mostly it was just humid, and wet. The only real sound in those moments was the constant gurgle of the reptile's stomach, loudly claiming all those crew members for her own. They were blending together in a mess of melting meat, hardly recognizable any longer. A few last twitches made it clear that some of them were still alive in there, but for the most part, there was only stillness. Just mush and chyme to be further digested and absorbed into that savage beast's stomach.

All that internal rumbling soon boiled over. Lucy heard the belch coming long before it actually erupted. It was rumbling its way up from the black pit of Kazgoran's stomach, sloshing, churning, building pressure. The rex arched her back and dug her toes into Lucy's chest, opening wide before the shark's face to let out all that accumulated air forced out by the occupants of her faintly-squirming belly. A massive, near-deafening urrraaaalp burst forth right there in the captain's face, coating her with saliva as it sprayed forth along with that mighty belch. It was as much a roar as a burp, blasting her with the heated breath and the scent of her digesting crew, sealing their fate as if all that harsh churning hadn't already.

As much as it infuriated and embarrassed Lucy, it was so loud that surely someone else must have heard it. They must have been coming by then. It was only a matter of time before she got rescued, she was sure of it. She wasn't even going to bother to call for help once the rex finally snatched her up into the air. She was too busy refilling her lungs anyway. A single hand was enough to hold her in place, nearly crush her, and with little effort on Kaz's part, they were face to face at last. Not quite on equal footing, but staring each other down, as if Lucy might still have something up her sleeve.

To her credit, she exuded confidence even in the face of certain death. The rex almost looked confused for a moment. She tipped her head, and then just gruffly chuckled in the captain's face.

"No begging? Your friends are dead, you know. And you're going to join them soon. Then I'll bury you all like some unwanted treasure and take your ship."

Lucy was a bit choked in that grip, especially as it slipped higher around her chest, mashing her breasts near flat. "Good luck with that... you need a crew to sail that beauty. No matter how big you are."

Kaz just shrugged. "What makes you think the survivors won't join me? I'm about to prove I'm a better captain than you."

Just a casual shift in position of Kaz's fingers had her gripping Lucy right under the chin, digits wrapped around her throat. She didn't squeeze with all her might, but the hold was debilitating enough. Lucy couldn't even tilt her head down to try to bite those fingers. Maybe blades and guns hadn't worked on her, but nobody could be bitten by a shark without flinching.

"We don't forgive the - urhk - spilling of our comrade's blood..." That chokehold was rapidly strangling the fight out of her.

"Didn't spill much blood. They went down whole. Mostly. Had to chew on that cat bitch for a whole."

"His name is Balkan," Lucy growled.

"Was. He's dead. Now his name is rex fat."

Lucy knew that well, but to hear such a cold, dismissive tone speaking of her first mate's demise filled her with enough rage to be nearly blinding. She gritted her teeth and gave a few wild kicks of her legs as they dangled there, beating them against Kaz's chest. She wasn't going to just let her disrespect a good man like that. Even if there was nothing she could do about his fatal digestion.

Kaz didn't miss that reaction. She grinned some, showing off the black gums behind her lips, along with every inch of those ivory teeth. "That made you flinch. I wonder if you'll scream like that cowardly squirrel when I'm melting you down to sludge."

"Just try it," Lucy said, though she wasn't exactly sure what kind of point that was suppose to make.

Maybe she shouldn't have provoked the dinosaur. Maybe it was just accelerating her towards a messy end when she could have been buying time to allow her crew to set up a proper ambush. She didn't see them anywhere. But they must have been nearby. Must have been lurking in the rocks, in the sand, crouched low and stealthy so they could take out the aggressor in one fell swoop. Any second now. Hopefully before she had to feel any more of that slimy rex drool on her face.

Kaz just snorted, with nothing more to say. She just opened up wide, letting Lucy have a good long look at all that dark flesh before her, and unceremoniously shoved her in. Head-first, not even concerning herself for the shark's teeth. Lucy tried to bite, but she was soon so utterly immersed in the embrace of Kaz's throat, squeezing tight around her, that she couldn't even manage. She felt something run through her body, ice in her veins as that first slick swallow squeezed tight around her head and shoulders. But it couldn't have been fear. She knew it had to be something else.

The inside of the dinosaur was a dark and inhospitable place, intensely hot and cramped. Lucy could feel the sheer muscular power working over her, nearly crushing her with how powerfully she was being gulped down whole. She kicked, she thrashed, she fought like a fish out of water. And really, that was all she was by that point. The scourge of the seas, as deadly in a ship as she was in the water, but she was no match for the mightiest of land predators. She was vanishing into the jaws of a hungry tyrannosaurus, still clad in her drool-sodden captain's clothes.

She was still okay. Not eaten yet. And Kaz didn't bother using her teeth, instead, insisting she could even swallow an angry shark whole. Lucy should have been fighting harder, she felt. But it was hot. It was cramped. And the rest of her crew still hadn't arrived. Only then, halfway immersed in the slimy confines of a hungry dinosaur, did she actually start to consider the possibility that they weren't coming. That those powerful swallows overtaking her chest, her belly, her waist, were as final as they felt, forcing her down towards the violently churning confines of the rex's stomach. The scent of acid only grew thicker as Lucy descended, until she was outright choking on it.

Without enough air, nor enough room to squirm, she was rapidly running out of options. And increasingly angry, especially when she felt the rex's tongue crudely slurping her between the thighs. While she was still clad in her usual uniform, she could still feel those intrusive licks, intimately touching her without any sort of care. Kaz wasn't pleasuring her. She was just having her way with the thoroughly defeated captain, showing off just how much she was in control of the situation as she gulped her down.

Lucy was one last swallow away from taking a nosedive straight into digestives. Which Kaz was more than happy to give her. She felt the muscles around her contracting first, building up to the final gulp. Drool poured all down her, starting at her calves. All she could do was curl her toes, managing at best a few small half-kicks that didn't do a thing to even bother the dino. Getting eaten was made all the worse by the knowledge she hadn't even managed to maim her aggressor. And with that thought, the grip grew all the tighter, choking every single gasp of air out of her lungs, and forcing her downwards into the sloppy soup of her former crew.

There was little left but for the bones. Lucy felt them clattering around her, softened and smoothed over as she splashed down into the remains of those who had served her so loyally. Served until death, it seemed. She was left to stew in them all, unable to recognize who was who anymore. At least she wasn't afraid of drowning, even as the chyme and juices overtook her head and completely immersed her beneath the tingling surface. That made all sound drop into that muted, underwater tone, making everything seem bigger, louder. In such a position, every single gurgle sounded like a thunderstorm. A particularly squishy one.

The rex thumped her chest a few times as the last of the shark disappeared down her gullet. She licked her teeth and lips alike, ensuring she hadn't missed any of the taste. And then the churning began, clenching tight around Lucy, forcing out all the air around her so that the chamber was nothing but digestives and former crew. The tainted air rushed up the same gullet that Lucy just slid down, reaching the rex's lips with a gworgle before bursting forth in a massive belch. She tilted her head right back and let the near-apocalyptic sound erupt towards the clear sky, gushing spit and shaking the very island to the core. When the crude sound ceased, she simply continued her call of victory with a deafening roar. It shook and shifted the sands around, and it rattled at Lucy's very skeleton where she dwelt in that deadly chamber, pushing and kicking but unable to do much to actually resist.

She was already growing tired, already feeling the burn in her lungs as much as over her skin. There was no real build up to digesting her. Not when the rex's harsh stomach was already in full swing, already working hard on all the meat inside her. Lucy was just more among it all, bulging out beneath those scales, stretching Kaz's belly taut but not bothering her at all. She was build to gorge, made to melt down hundreds of pounds of living meals all at once. This was just another day, another meal, and several members of the infamous crew of the most feared ship of the entire coast were being made into little more than fuel to make her muscled body thicker.

Lucy couldn't bring herself to be too afraid. More just angry, swearing that if she somehow managed to come back as a spirit she was going to haunt the damn brute until the end of time. That was about as potent as her resistance got though, especially as her body weakened, softened, grew exposed. Even her sharkskin couldn't stop the rapid onslaught of all those juices working into her body, picking her apart without a hint of care. She was meat, and Kaz knew it, groping and squeezing deep into her swell of sloshing gut to further tease at her prey. Though immersed in all the liquid, Lucy could hear that booming voice relatively fine.

"Thought you were supposed to be fearsome. Not die like bitches." Kaz chuckled.

Lucy was in no position to make herself heard. She wasn't even sure if she could speak anymore. The digestives were flowing inside her just as much as they were outside. She managed at least a defiant kick to show she wasn't going to take such mockery lying down. Though that just seemed to encourage the rex.

"Don't worry about the rest of the crew. I'll make sure to show them exactly what happened to you."

Lucy tried for another kick, but she found her legs weren't responding anymore. In the moments between one struggle and the next, the numbness had simply spread up along her toes, all the way to her thighs. Then it was to her middle, and only creeping higher. She was losing control of her muscles, of her entire body. Ceasing to breathe, heart slowing as well. And her thoughts were fading. But she could still hear one last thing.

"You dropped your hat. Too small for me. But guess it'll have to do for now."

That went along with a particularly harsh flex of the dinosaur's abdomen. She didn't even need to use her hands to crush her prey. The strength of her body did just fine, squeezing inwards with alarming muscular power, letting Lucy feel her softened body breaking apart. Though much of her was numb, it seemed her dying nerves gave her one last swan song of sensation, letting her know that pieces of her were being outright stripped away. Reduced to bones, with every messy squeeze of that gut, until those two couldn't even hold up to the onslaught.

At least she could say she held on for a long time. Half-skeletal there, being digested alive by a tyrannosaurus, and she was still alive. Not even a scream. Just angry grinding of her teeth. Except she could hardly even do that anymore. That was when she truly knew she was gone. Her many teeth, the most impressive part of her entire body, and even those were loosened, falling out, softened to the point of harmless. Kazgoran had taken everything from her. Life, crew, legacy, and all that was left was a sloppy, slimy end in the darkness of her digestives. Not even a death at sea, she thought, as those walls closed in and crushed her until she finally stopped moving.

Kaz's simple reaction was the belch out a few more times, much more quietly than before, but that was relatively speaking. They were still deep, crude, bassy blasts, flinging a little more spit upon the sand. She had a stomach full of bones and meat, slowly flattening out as she bulked up on all the nutrition stolen from those mangled and melted bodies. Despite how big a meal she'd just had, she wasn't getting any fatter. At least not noticeably. Mostly, she was stronger, heavier, and even more dangerous than ever before. Her appetite was sated, but it was going to be back, and with each squirming feast like that one, she was going to need more than before.

Thankfully, she now had a ship and a crew to assist her in finding more struggling meals. She didn't care about the money. All a t-rex like her needed was meat for her belly. And as long as it kept coming, she would spare anyone who helped her continue feasting like the queen of beasts she was meant to be.

***

Finding the ship wasn't hard. Kaz just trudged off towards the shore, her belly jiggling with every heavy step. But not very much, anymore. She'd mostly worn off all those pirates, their bones and all. The scattered weapons and smell of gunpowder left in her wake were the only signs of a struggle going on. No other traces of that infamous crew remained. But for one. And it was a big one, pushing down through the beast's intestines. A much less fearsome form for Lucy and all the rest now that they had been completely and utterly destroyed inside the rex's body.

Of course, the crew had been quite aware of the whole thing as it happened. Olivia had never left her roost, and she shouted it down to the rest of the remaining crew, who watched it all with their spyglasses. It was quite clear from afar that they had no chance in such a struggle. That even arming the cannons was bound to simply make her mad. So when they saw that well-fed tyrannosaurus stomping in their direction, wearing a sandy captain's hat that didn't fit atop her massive head, there was only one course of action. They saluted their new leader, silently pledging themselves to the service of the scaly monster who could have ended them all on a whim.

Kaz was finally given pause. She looked out over those faces, as nervous as they were accepting of her, and she simply grinned broadly. Which brought out more than a few flinches from the crew as they saw every single one of those teeth on display. Lucy's had been unsettling enough.

"That was easy. Good to meet you all. While you're all here, let me show you exactly what happens to you when you piss me off."

She didn't feel any shame in what came next, and it showed. Her audience remained captive. As helpless to turn away from the sight as if they were in her grip, or underfoot. Paralyzed, both by horror, and perhaps by a certain sense of awe that a single person could reduce so many fierce fighters into what came next.

Kazgoran turned around for them. She was still fully naked, but they weren't exactly admiring her form right about then. Instead, they all just looked on silently as she raised her tail right up over her shoulder. Which was no easy feat, given just how thick and heavy it was. She crouched down right in front of them all, got herself braced into position, with her ample backside exposed to them, and let out a crude gust of air. An extended note, puffed out from beneath her lifted tail, it was the announcement of something much worse to come. Lucy and all her crew were finally finished, and Kaz had no use for what remained.

With a few more blasts of gas ensuring the process was peppered by crude noise, she started to shit out their former captain and crewmates right there into the sand in front of them. Great, fat logs of dinosaur waste came plopping down, the waves lapping at the hefty chunks as Kaz forced them all out. There were plenty of bones remaining, along with shreds of fabric not fully digested. Maybe even a few pieces of leftover fur from some of the unfortunate victims. But nothing was recognizable. That gigantic dump could very well have been anyone. Anyone's bones. Anyone's skulls. Anyone's teeth.

Well, the last one made it pretty clear. A solid amount of Lucy's fabled teeth had been melted right out of her skull, their edges softened down to blunt and useless. They didn't even bother the rex on the way out, embedded in all the rest of the shit. Once her proudest feature, they were little more than decorations in that thick pile of hot t-rex crap, mixed in with all the rest of her loyal crew. And all those who remained got to see exactly what became of her.

The mound of shit was growing so large that Kaz had to move over to prevent it from touching her squatting ass. She shifted to the side and started a second pile, right alongside the first. Pound after pound of solid, bone-packed waste. Chalky with all the bones, dark with all the leftover bits of clothing that she'd processed through her system. Even some of that had been absorbed by her ravenous innards, leaving only tiny shreds of stained fabric along with all the rest.

The process was loud, both from the thud of impact those great big chunks made falling down to the sand, and from the gusting air beneath her tail. Digesting that many pirates gave her a some gas. It wasn't exactly revenge, but it was as close as they all got. Not exactly haunting her, but ensuring the final disposal of them was loud, if nothing else.

Especially with the last few pounds of it all, forcing out a few last pieces that were packed particularly solid with bone and even the broken pieces of several shattered skulls. There was no real telling who was who. And Kaz couldn't even remember how many people she'd eaten, nor what species they all were. It didn't matter anymore. They were all united as two steaming piles of t-rex shit there on that forsaken island. At least they were going to get a burial at sea, judging by the tide coming in towards the coiled masses of brown waste. But no one was ever going to collect on that bounty on their heads. Not when they were reduced to such a humiliating state no one would ever recognize them.

Kaz finally finished by pissing hotly on the mess, softening the solid mass down and polishing off the humiliation of that once-feared captain. Not much of a legacy anymore. For all she'd ever accomplished, there was always going to be that embarrassing note at the end of her history. A filthy mark on her legacy. All melted down and shat out by a superior predator.

Whether or not she'd prove a better captain remained to be seen. But once she was done, she kicked some sand over the mess she made. Buried treasure that no one wanted to find, she mused with a smirk. Then she was approaching the ship. Nobody aboard moved, given they were staring at a fully naked tyrannosaurus clad in a captain's hat far too small for her. Somehow it had managed to stay balanced on her head the whole time.

Once the ship was swinging back and forth, weighed down by that giant on its deck, but staying afloat, she finally just began to bark an order.

"Enough staring. Get back to your positions!" she gruffly shouted. "You don't want to be the only ones in sight when I get hungry again."

And thus began an even greater reign of terror upon all the coastal cities in the surrounding nations. Kazgoran was going to be the actual captain they wrote about in the history books. Lucy was going to be little more than a footnote, someone only significant because she fed the rex's body and gave her a ship. Fuelling her future rampages. Just one more meal along with many more to come. One of the legions of victims turned from living beings into digesting meat, a few fleeting puffs of gas, and one final, filthy dump vanishing beneath the tide.