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It wasn't that they were having problems exactly. It was more that Malinja was a real, actual tigress, a massive predatory cat who despite her relaxed upbringing had never truly lost touch with her more feral side. She wasn't vicious or aggressive or anything like that. Much the opposite, she was rambunctiously needy, never seeming to be truly satisfied, always craving new and more exciting things seemingly every single day. That was the complication of dating a feral they never talked about, and sometimes, Diantha was just too damn exhausted to keep up. She was was only one squirrel.

Malinja only seemed to have two settings, on and off. Either she was napping or relaxing, or she was up and about on her feet, energetic and wild. Having sex with her was an exhausting affair, one that left the squirrel with lingering soreness of her muscles that lasted into the next day. It would have been easier if Mal's ideas and desires were getting increasingly elaborate, requiring Di to attempt even more complicated positions and techniques just to pleasure the horny cat. It was worth it just to hear her mrowl, but it was getting hard to even get up in the morning after spending the whole night making her that tigress squirt. Mal might not even have known how much she was wearing the squirrel out, because Diantha certainly never complained.

Not only that, but there were also certain cravings she was having herself, images of being pounced and pinned by a dominant tigress running through her head. Those weren't quite compatible with Mal's own lusts. Even though she was much bigger than Diantha, her subby nature was a powerful driving force, one that could never quite be satisfied. She loved being around the soft, sweet-smelling, slightly chubby cat, but if she wasn't going to be able to provide her what she needed, then maybe they weren't meant to be together as anything more than friends. Some friends of hers had an idea, and as crazy as it sounds, she was willing to give it a shot. Maybe it was the magical sex life fix it was supposed to be.

They arrived at the Kalu house with an air of tentative excitement. Malinja was swishing her tail, and Di couldn't help but mimic those movements. That made for a whole lot of fluffy swaying, swinging that great floofy tail of hers along as they approached the front door. One ring of the doorbell later and she was hearing that giggly chatter on the other side as the hyena twins approached. Kamili and Keedee were all but a matching pair, aside from being male and female respectively, and they didn't seem to have decided on who would open the door so they just both did it at once. Mal's excited expression matched those on the faces of the spotty pair, though Di remained somewhat pensive.

"Hey you two. Are we almost ready to start?" she asked.

"Yeah, we've got her on the line right now! Come in!" Both twins started talking at the same time, their eyes gleaming with excitement, their flailing body language wild and unhinged as if they might lose control of themselves at any moment. Kamili was faster so Kee let him finish the thought.

That made the squirrel furrow. "The line? You mean she's not even going to be here?"

The female twin shook her head, her dangling tongue swinging right along with the vigorous motion. "Nah! She's really busy! Her services are in demand all over he world these days. We're lucky we even got her!"

"I'm excited!" Malinja's peppy nature was the usual state of things, but she was visibly more pumped up that afternoon, rocking back and forth on her firmly planted paws, unable to keep still. The scritchy sound of her unsheathed claws scraping and tapping on the front step was a constant. "I don't know exactly what's going to happen and that's half the fun of it!"

The twins stepped aside to let the cheery tigress enter, followed by the squirrel. She was so distracted she didn't even noticed she'd brushed her tail fluff right against Kamili's face, leaving him playfully sputtering while Kee giggled away. Trudging on, she had a weird sense of dread in her chest. Not for what might happen, but rather she didn't know if she could possibly perform or keep up with whatever was going to be expected of her. Some of those thoughts melted away when she stepped into one of the bedrooms and saw the big screen display, and the elegant lizard on the television, her frill spread right out to add to her purple and gold opulence, her violet-scaled body wrapped in an elegant white dress that was nearly translucent, giving hints of her bare form below.

Kamili had his computer hooked up to the big screen, complete with surround sound broadcasting out everything, including the soft breathing of the reptile. It was hard to tell from just a screen, but she looked huge. Not just in her height, but her bulk as well. They could only see her from the shoulders up for the moment, but even from that glimpse alone, Di could already tell she was built. It was strange that someone who looked like they could have benched a truck could be so quietly attractive, exuding a soothing aura even through the screen. She was a thick, muscular reptile with bumpy scales but she gleamed so pleasantly in the candlelight she was surrounded by, her white dress making her look almost angelic in her silent majesty. The squirrel found herself staring, almost forgetting what was going on around her, or where she was. And the lizard hadn't even said anything yet.

"This is Lady Zathinias, world famous sex therapist!" Kamili exclaimed with an elaborate display of his hands, as if he were opening a curtain. "I think she goes by Zath. Maybe? I'll let her do the talking, seeing as that's, you know, her job and all."

"Thank you, Kamili," Zath gently said. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Especially you, Malinja. What a lovely feline you are. I sense a deep fire living within you. A passion that has yet to be fully realized."

The tigress couldn't help but stretch and strike a few regal poses at the compliment, though she also gave a curious tip of her head.

"You can tell all that just from looking?"

Di was still staring, watching the lizard's mouth moving, taking in her every word, her every syllable as they sounded from the speakers. There was something so immediately intoxicating about her voice, her soothing tone, her exotic accent that Di couldn't quite place.

"I can, Malinja. I can tell by your body language, by the spark in your eyes. I look forward to unlocking it."

Even though it was a screen, Zath somehow seemed to know exactly where he eyes were, gazing directly into them.

"And as for you, Diantha. You seem nervous. It's okay. Many people are, when they try this treatment for the first time. I assure you, I have never had anything but happy, satisfied customers."

She wasn't sure why, but listening to the lizard speak was making Di smile. Those golden eyes shone right through the screen, looking more real than any other pair she'd ever gazed deeply into. She already felt slightly aroused just watching that yellow tongue playing over Zath's sharp teeth, forming every sultry word. Was she already wet? She was definitely rubbing her thighs together, curling her toes into the carpet, standing at rapt attention, hardly daring to move a muscle. She was tense, but every word that came singing from the lizard's lips had her feeling a little better. And a little warmer. Were the walls still there anymore? She couldn't see them out of the corner of her eyes, feeling more like she was floating through an endless void her gaze always forward, never straying. She wanted to show she was giving her all to this therapy session.

"The most important part of all this, is to listen." Zath put special emphasis on that word, almost hissing it. "Follow every word. If you wish to interject, wait for me to finish first. Understand?"

Everyone nodded.

"Good. Let's see what we're working with. Take off your clothes, and have a seat. I think you already have a headstart on that, Malinja."

The tigress beamed just to be addressed. For the first time, Di took her eyes off of the screen to regard the big cat. She hadn't seen her so relaxed in a while. Mal loved to nap and all, but she was often so energetic, looking ready to pounce at any moment. It was the kind of thing that toyed with her own skittish instincts at times. She hadn't seen the muscles beneath her stripes looking so loose in some time. Mal sat down, and the twins giggled with one another as they took turns stripping each other down to their bare spots, sneaking in a few excited gropes while they were at it. They weren't exactly subtle about their special relationship, even in front of strangers. Di realized she was lagging behind after a while, hastily moving to pull her top over her head, but pausing self-consciously before she removed her small bra. She looked around to room to see who might have been looking at her, but they were all fixated on Zath. And Zath was looking at her.

The mesmerizing lizard regarded her with a smile. She didn't need to say anything. All she did was nod, and Di felt that burden of embarrassment lifted from her. She had always been a little shy about showing her modest proportions to anyone, much less a total stranger. But even as she stripped to topless, she saw nothing but approval from the hypnotic mistress on the screen. That encouraged her to keep going, revealing her thighs, her wet sex, and everything else as she laid the last of her clothing on the floor. She swayed there on her feet a while, feeling like a slight breeze could have blown her over, before following the twins to sit down on the side of the Kalu's bed, eagerly awaiting their next instructions.

Zath didn't actually say anything. She was merely humming, singing a wordless song to them all in a unfittingly angelic voice for someone of her size and apparent power. It sounded like it was coming from more than just the speakers. It was floating through the air around them, wafting from the walls like a soothing aroma, working into their senses and drawing them into a weightless, suggestible state. None of them were moving, merely staring, their posture held perfectly straight as they presented themselves to the lizard's whims. To Di, it felt less like she was tied down, and more like she was being carried. The song was support and guidance, telling her it was going to be alright. Zath knew just what to do to care for her, and she'd never let any harm come to her. She knew she could trust someone who could sing like that.

Malinja was dealing with it oddly. Di was partly aware of her, but largely fixated on the lizardess, catching the tigress' reactions only in her peripheral vision. The big cat was mrowling making strange, horny kinds of noises. Those weren't unfamiliar to the squirrel, but there were other sounds she hadn't heard in a while. Malinja was a tigress and all, but it was rare she ever came across as anything but a big, friendly kitty. Hearing her starting to growl and rumble, not purring but putting out a constant bassy vibration that was more felt than heard, was something different. So too was her stretching out, clawing into the floor, turning herself around and pacing, looking more and more worked up. She was showing her teeth, flexing the muscles in her powerful legs, lashing her tail. The look she gave Diantha was so deeply piercing, so ferociously hungry, the squirrel couldn't even move. Or maybe that was just the hypnotic song emanating from the screen.

Zath was soon whispering a low, exotic tune. It was barely audible, a seemingly unintelligible collection of words that felt as if it was imbued with deep meanings they could only try to imagine. Her words weren't meant for their conscious minds, but for the subconscious beneath, the destinations of the thoughts that they couldn't normally access. She found them, and she unlocked them, not even needing to be in the same room to grope into their hidden recesses. Somehow she seemed to be speaking to each one of the individually, all at once, feeding them words and suggestions that had an impact on them all. The squirrel couldn't move. She was affixed to the spot, utterly stuck in place while her every muscle relaxed but for those clenching and contracting with her growing arousal. Just like that, and she was soaked, unsure of what exactly she wanted, but certain her needs would be satisfied. She remained right in place, obedient to the hypnotic mistress on the screen, slowly curling and uncurling her toes where she sat and gazed into those lovely eyes.

The effects on the others were less subtle. The twins were horny, to say the least, and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. With how closely they resembled each other, groping and touching was almost more masturbation than it was any sort of incest. They were making out in moments, not caring who was watching, battling with each other's tongues in the most sloppy of fashions. Back and forth they went, mashing against each pair of lips, shoving one tongue into one mouth, then forcefully switching to the other, drooling all over each other while they squeezed and stroked and even fingered. Kee had her hand wrapped around the base of Kamili's fat, zebra-like cock, helping it grow to that disproportionate girth with every stroke, and he was simply pushing his digits inside of her pussy while she soaked his entire hand in heated hyena juices. The scent of their mutual arousal was soon filling the room, but perhaps even more noticeable was Malinja's own.

The tigress by then had grown to such a level of lust she was stretching out on her belly, rolling over on her back and stretching, writhing there on the floor. Di had seen that kind of thing before, and always meant she was in for a long night if she didn't want to risk disappointing or failing to satisfy the cat's many needs. Even from a distance there she could see the clear fluids clinging to the outline of Mal's sex, a sheen of shiny lust dripping from her as she kept up those deep, potent rumbles. The whole room felt like it was shaking, and it was swimming too. Was that just Mal, or was it part of the lizard's treatment? Reality itself felt like it was shifting, blending into a psychedelic mixture of colours and sounds, glittering and golden, twinkling like the stars had descended down into the twins' bedroom. She felt like she was floating just as much as she felt like she was anchored, tethered by unseen bonds that ensured she didn't join any of the debauchery that soon commenced.

She was almost frightened, but she couldn't make so much as a single squeak. All she could do was remain there, pinned and helpless, watching the tigress rising back to her feet. Mal crouched low, her rumbles escalating to a wet snarl, almost a roar, her fangs flashing with the anticipation of what she was about to do. The normally cutesy, gentle look on her face had transformed into something more ferocious, all wrinkled and furrowed, her sweet, perpetual smile melted away in favour of something truly wicked, something deadly. It was like something straight out of a nature documentary, not something she expected to see on the face of a cute, oversized housecat like Mal. The tigress was looking right at the twins, her tail slowly wiggling, calibrating the pounce to come. Di was maybe even a little fearful for the hyenas' lives, knowing full well from experience just how powerful those pounces could be for an unprepared victim. The twins weren't paying attention, preoccupied with each other. They weren't ready.

Mal didn't go for the throat or anything, but her tackle was certainly a vicious one. Soaring like a rocket through the air, she rammed herself into the spotty twins, barrelling them over, knocking them right off the bed as she used her superior weight to pin them to the floor. In an instant, faster than Di could blink, she was looming over them with that wild look on her face, showing them her teeth, even drooling on them a little. She probably weighed more than the both of them put together, especially with that belly of hers. Smooshing it against their giggling, squirming bodies, she just laid on them for a time, smothering them in her bulk, keeping them immobilized no matter how hard they wriggled. They weren't trying to get out from under the soft, squishy blanket that she was so much as they were simply too excited to hold still. Especially as she slowly rubbed herself against them, grinding on their horny bodies with her fluffy underside.

A few growls still burst from her now and then, startling everyone else in the room with how sharply they came. Zath watched on, whispering something so quietly that no one could hear it but Malinja. The tigress' ears perked up, taking in every word, and her acknowledgement of whatever the lizard said to her. Zath was slowly nodding, a smirk spreading across her lips, broader by the moment as she watched the newly emboldened tigress taking over the situation, tapping into a kind of dominance Di had never seen her display. She was almost jealous, but watching was just as fun, especially paralyzed by nothing more than the lizard's verbal suggestion, keeping her stewing there in her own arousal, sweltering and dripping as the big cat's rumbles and growls shook their way through her spine. She knew that at any moment, Mal could have turned her attention to her, and there was nothing she could have done about it. She was trapped in the tiger pit.

Once Mal got her tongue involved, the twins were giggling even more. It was frankly deafening, though muted in Di's swirling senses, the haze running through her mind blending into the mesmerizing fog that was running through her senses and wafting around the room. Or was that the musk? The scent of horny cat and hyenas alike was richly emanating from the pile of bodies. The tigress was getting a great deep mouthful of that lustful flavour, dragging her scrapey slurps all over the twins, from their bellies to their faces, massaging them and smearing their fluffy fur down flat while the cackled madly. She muffled their laughter with the surface of her great big sandpaper tongue, plapped right over each of their muzzles in turn, basting them with her thick saliva until it was running down their faces in several slippery streams.

Di was no longer able to suppress her own jealousy when she saw Mal starting to use those paws on the twins. They had such lovely, smooth pads, perfect for running on a pair of eager faces, the hyenas working to slurp the musk right off of them. Mal was starting to sweat, though that didn't bother them any. They just set to cleaning it all up, working their own sloppy slurpers in great, wet licks in between each of the tigress' splaying toes, dragging up and down, back and forth, drinking the increasingly potent big cat flavour right from them, going so far as to add some exaggerated gulping motions to the process. There wasn't that much sweat dripping from them, but it was pretty close.

Mal got even more forceful with her paws soon enough, not just smothering, but shoving them around, moving them where she wanted them. She pushed Kamili upwards, letting his cock push right up towards her lips, pulsing and bulging, the flare and medial ring and all that of the great big zebra dick he was gifted with expanding as she breathed hot air on his shaft. He grew to a desperately hard state right beneath her, every twitch causing a generous spurt of pre, laying over her lips. She licked up the little treat, staring down at him with a look so intense it activated every single zebra instinct left in his body from his parentage, leaving him almost looking like he was trying to get away, scooting along the floor. One good slurp knocked the fight right out of him, her tongue slowly dragging along his shaft from balls to middle to head, flicking it off and sending a spatter of pre soaring off along with all her spit. All he could do about that was shriek and whoop as he groaned in overexcited delight.

Kee got it even rougher, getting shoved downwards and then pinned beneath Mal's planted hind feet, barely able to breathe or cackle with all the weight coming down on her for those moments. The tigress was adjusting, getting herself in position, raising her tail high so that Di could get a good look at her deliciously glazed sex. The squirrel could bite her lip, but that was all she could manage, all she was allowed to do by the blissful control of the lizard. She didn't feel trapped, or overpowered. To submit to the reptile's whims was simple bliss, leaving her feeling safe, cared for, like her every desire was laid bare before the mesmerizing lizardess, and that all would be satisfied in time. At the moment, she felt fulfilled enough just watching the tigress take a deep, smothering seat right atop of the hyena's face, pinning down her muzzle as she engulfed her beneath her heavy rear, stretching out and not being gentle about grinding her sopping cunt right against her entire face.

Of course, Kee was still giggling plenty. She could do that even smothered like that, her muffled elation mixing with the juicy sounds of her slurping and eating out the big, vicious cat. Mal still looked so much more intimidating, so much more dangerous than she usually did. It was almost as if they were sharing the room with an actual wild tigress instead of the cute oversized tabby she normally was. Di had never seen her so ravenous. She went for Kami's cock like she needed it, a furious hunger possessing her, consuming her as she stuffed the entire thing down her throat. It was bulging in her neck fur, but it didn't even make her flinch. He tossed his head and cried out towards the ceiling, his whole body giving a throb that eventually made its way to his tip, resulting in a great big spurt of pre running right down her gullet. Far from satisfied, she gave some muffled growls and started bobbing, suckling upon that oversized hyena cock, gorging on the pre that she got flowing, chugging it all down and still wanting more.

Every movement of her head had her moving her hips as well, rolling her whole body into the effort of forcefully sucking Kamili off, pinning him down and inflicting all that pleasure on him with her tongue and lips and throat. Keedee remained smothered the entire time, her muzzle used like a sex you, eventually plunging between those soaking lips, leaving her drinking down the tigress' juices while Mal worked on draining her twin brother. Kami could hardly take it, hardly even stand up to the talented slurping and sucking the tigress was giving him, and looking down at her regal, fearsome face as it bobbed up and down, lips thumping into his crotch with each stroke, only made it more intensely hot for him.

In the end, he formed a fist and pounded it against the floor, hardly even able to cope with how hard he went over the edge. It wasn't a slow build to orgasm, but rather a sudden eruption running through his senses, an explosion of pleasure in his every nerve followed by a gush of his rich cum. Each rope was a thick, creamy mouthful, enough to stuff the tigress' cheeks with the musky load, but she was swallowing it all down. Chugging really, guzzling it right from the source, still sucking on him even as he climaxed to be sure she dragged every single steaming drop right down into her pudgy belly, working her gullet in deep, squeezing kneads to gulp it all down. Di shivered with every juicy swallow, sloshing as she drank it from that fat dick.

When she was down, she tormented him by sliding off with her tongue firmly planted to its underside, giving him one more long lick and bringing out his shrillest whoops as he shook and twitched there beneath the weight of her pinning paws. She'd nearly taken Kee's entire face into her pussy by then, and she bounced on her a few more times as she gave Kami a parting kiss on the cum-smeared tip, making him shiver. Then she was pulling up off of Kee with an extended, sopping squelch, finally popping free from her juice-soaked muzzle with a great messy spatter. Kee was drenched and dazed, staring upwards at the hind end of the big cat, hardly even looking like she was seeing anything. She definitely wasn't in any state to move out of the way as the tigress set her haunches down on Kee's face again, this time planting her stripey ass right atop that giddy face.

Zath was finally speaking clearly again, addressing the tigress with a slow, sultry voice, adding a snakelike hiss to every word.

"Do what comes naturally, Malinja. Never forget that you are a wild animal, and thus have needs you must satisfy."

Di wasn't sure what Mal might do. The tigress made no sign of hearing. She simply wasted no time grinding and getting settled in, sitting up so she could put even more weight on that cute face. Kee got her lips mashed right up against Malinja's asshole, left to gasp and giggle beneath that lifted tail as more and more weight came down upon her. Di looked up to Zath's approving face, for a moment filled with alarm she couldn't express with anything other than her eyes, thinking she was about to see the hyena get her skull crushed right there in her own bedroom. There was no way she could hold the entirety of Mal's weight with her head. Instead of being squashed flat though, she simply started slipping inside, spreading out the tigress' backside and stretching her to accommodate the hyena's entire head. Kee's excited laughter was even more muffled by then, still audible but largely drowned out by the pleasured rumbles and huffs she was shooting out.

The firmer she pressed down, the more of Kee she took inside. Di realized this wasn't just a deep smothering or rimming anymore. That cute hyena was vanishing, slurping right up the big cat's backside, disappearing into her humid depths once clench at a time. It didn't even take long. Her shoulders were an obstacle to overcome, but Kee was a slim, narrow hyena, one who fit right into the tigress' backside with hardly any trouble at all, weaving and winding up into her lower intestines and deeper still as the squeezes alone muscularly flexed her right into those heated insides. Mal didn't even have to pay much attention to her, finding the time to tug the other hyena around with her paws, bringing him closer so she could lean right down and yawn in his face, slowly slurping over her chops as she loomed dangerously near.

"Yes, that's good. You know what you want. You are bigger, stronger, and hungrier. This is the natural order of things," Zath whispered, her words echoing and resonating, feeling like they were coming from every direction at once. Including from inside Di herself, a vibration that rumbled up from her own stomach.

With Keedee halfway shoved up her rear, Mal set to polishing off the other half of the set of twins. She was feeding herself from both sides before long, slurping Kami's head right into her open jaws, stretching her maw open to envelop him in drooly darkness, taking a good suck of his face before continuing on. Soon her neck fur was bulging again, this time not with his dick, but with his whole head, as she squeezed and gulped so hard around him it almost seemed like she might dislocate his shoulder. She was smooth and slippery inside, perfect for keeping him sliding down, and as Kee's legs began to disappear beneath her lifted tail, her belly began to sag instead.

Soon, her gulps were becoming more like slurps, creating a sound like eating pasta or sucking through a straw. She was flinging spit in all directions, forcefully swallow, rolling and shaking him down her gullet while she finished off his twin. There was only a tuft of tail, then Kee's wiggling paws and toes left sticking out from her rump, before she just sat right down to put some pressure on those soles. She rested there a while, leaving Keedee almost standing inside of her, her feet firmly planted, slowly inching towards that stretched hole as it slowly tightened right back up, as if not even used to swallow an entire hyena. She let the giggly buttmeal linger for a while, slowly flexing on her, massaging at her ankles with the intensely firm contractions of pleasure Kee's presence inside of her was providing. Those squeezes got harder, faster, seeming to be building to a climax, until she finally rowled right out and clenched as hard as she could, dragging the very last of the fluffy gal right up into her pucker in one single, decisive schlurp.

That was enough to tuck her away, the very last of those cute toes wiggling and vanishing behind that sealing rim, leaving the still-hungry tigress turning her attention to the male half of the duo. She set to toying with Kamili's plump nuts, rolling them around on her tongue, making him almost scream with laughter. That tingly texture was simply too much for him, getting him tense, making his balls pull taut while he started writhing and grinding, even thrusting into the tigress' throat. By the time she got down to his thighs, he was cumming all over himself again, hosing himself down inside her gullet, sending a lewd splattering noise echoing from her jaws while his legs kicked wildly between her lips.

She could have easily finished him off right then, holding him at her mercy just like she had his sister. Except, in that position, she had a tongue to use on him. Her slurping this time was slow and luxuriant, ever so gradually working up to the bottom of his feet, squishing inwards on those pads and swiping all the taste right off them. She could be surprisingly precise with it too, despite her hunger. Curling it, and shoved it right between each of his toes, tickling hi a little, keeping him squirming and wiggling between her lips, feet framed by her saliva-slick fangs. A few nibbles, and then a few sucks, inching his feet towards the back of her throat ensured he kept on wriggling for her, never ceasing in his faint struggles while his cock bulged in the creamy white fur of her throat. All the gulping and squeezing on those many inches was going to be impossible not to enjoy, even as he teetered close to vanishing entirely in her bulk.

A toss of her head, a long, hungry slurp and glurp, and down went Kamili to join his sister in the wild tigress' belly, his curling toes the last thing sticking from the dark, flexing tunnel that was her throat before disappearing, the last glimpse of him Di or anyone else was going to see. She saw his legs twitching inside her gullet as orgasm lingered through his body, the stimulation of her throat rushing past his oversensitive cock, leaving him unbearable pleasured. He was still hard. That much she could see from bulge in Malinja's neck before he vanished down into her massively swollen gut. She was a big cat, but she had two entire people inside of her, even if she was small. Her first reaction when Kamili hit the bottom of her stomach and got all mashed up against Kee's trapped form was to erupt with a juicy belch as all the air got forced out of her stretched gut.

Then she took on those distinctly catlike traits, smacking her lips and elegantly stretching, her belly sloshing and wobbling with every movement. She was sprawled over on her side in moments, rumbling and lazing as her stomach started churning up some truly frightful sounds. Di had been around her after a particularly large meal before, but she'd never seen her actually eat someone. She was just relaxing like it was no big deal. And the squirrel had to admit, even looking at her all stuffed like that, she wasn't any less turned on. Nothing changed about that when Zath turned her attention back to her, making her perk up and gaze fondly at the lizard's lips as she spoke.

"Diantha, I haven't forgotten about you. I wanted you to see that. I know you've wanted to see that, even if you might never have admitted it."

Zath took a moment to simply run her fingers down her own arms, giving a pleasant sigh. That alone was enough to send a spark of arousal, maybe even pleasure all through the squirrel's body. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, Di thought. She'd do anything she asked her to. Thankfully, her directions were simple.

"Go to her. Rub her. Soothe her. This is what she wants. You want to give her what she wants, don't you?" The lizard paused, lashing her forked tongue over her lips. "Touch them. Feel them in there, slowly churning, preparing to become part of their predator."

Di obeyed. It felt good to obey, giving her an immediate dose of mild euphoria just knowing she was doing as the lizard asked her. She didn't ask any questions, merely kneeling down beside the full tigress, playing her palms right upon the bulge of prey within her. The hyenas shifted beneath the pudge, squirming and rubbing together, their muffled laughter still faintly audible, echoing all the way up Malinja's gullet as she lazily drooled there on the floor. Di started rubbing, kneading deeply into their bodies and the cat's alike, rewarded by the pleasant little rumbles and chuffs escaping the tigress, that long, striped tail beating against the floor a few times as she basked and enjoyed.

"As for you, kind twins. I know you can still hear me." Zath raised her voice slightly, but it remained as gentle and soothing as ever, simply slightly louder. "This is your last chance. Show us all how close you are as twins. Appreciate each other."

Her commands were the law, and the hyenas followed without hesitation. They probably didn't need the prompting. In a confined space like that, with such an intense, gurgling fate awaiting them, there weren't many other options but to indulge in their deepest desires while they still could. Kamili was already hard, and he knew he much preferred to have his cock sheathed within his sibling rather than exposed to the digestives outside. It was always a little large for Kee, but she made due. She'd taken big ones before, sharply cackling out as she rubbed herself against that meaty spire, fumbling about in the confined space just to get a proper angle on it. All the movement made for plenty of bulges in Malinja's stripes, and Diantha kept the rubbing going, doing her best to soothe her belly while the hyenas kicked up so much activity.

Eventually Keedee found her mark, in something resembling a cowgirl position, though with both of them on their sides. Juices were seeping in from all directions, the tigress' stomach tightly squeezing inwards on them, working and clamping and churning loudly, already making them tingle. They were going to have to make this quick, and thankfully, they were in such an excited state that it was going to be easy. Getting eaten whole by the big cat hadn't done anything to dampen their lust. If anything, the danger served to fuel their arousal, their bodies grinding together in a fumbling dance of need. They slammed, pumped, fucked each other senseless, thrusting as best they could with so little room to move. And when Keedee was clamping down on that dick, and Kamili was gushing her womb full of cum, they didn't stop, nor even do much more than flinch, their bodies twitching and convulsing as they went for sloppy seconds, thirds, or more. It was impossible to tell in the chaos that was Malinja's gurgling innards, but things were only growing hotter, wetter, and messier by the second, in more ways than one.

When the lizard spoke again, there was a slight change in her tone. She wasn't quite as solid as before, her voice giving a mild quaver. That went along with the ruffle of her pretty dress, the hypnotist not removing it but simply lifting it higher. The camera didn't capture what she was up to, but they could hear her. Even through the microphone, the slick sound of her fingers delving into her sex echoed up from between her thighs. Di felt like she could see what was going on anyway, the juicy noises alone painting a distinct image in her mind's eye of those scaly digits working and stroking between thick, muscular thighs.

"Diantha," she said, as the squirrel basked in the sultry images running through her head. "Sit back. That's enough rubbing for now."

Zath worked her fingers deeper and deeper, slipping a third, even a fourth inside herself, reserving her thumb for rubbing at her clit. She was growing unfathomably wet, the slick sounds echoing and rolling through the squirrel's mind. When she heard the lizard's musical moan, she mimicked it, as if she shared the pleasure, her whole body tingling, her tail twitching, her muscles slumping and submitting, barely even holding her up. The desire to simply break free and pleasure herself to orgasm remained strong, but she held out, savouring her burning need, knowing it was all going to be worth the patience. Her obedience would be rewarded.

"Malinja," Zath spoke, her breath growing slightly short, great puffs of hot air that they both swore they could feel through the camera escaping her lips. "Do it. Precisely what you are thinking.Take her."

From lazy tabby to ferocious predator with a belly full of digesting prey, Malinja leapt up on her feet with a swing and slosh of her gut. The noise all but doubled in an instant, splashing out with the monstrous, roar-like gurgles of her belly walls closing in around her meals. They were still at it in there, rutting themselves stupid, pausing for nothing, knowing it was their last chance. They poured everything they had into fucking each other senseless, turning each other numb as their bodies bashed and ground together, bruising one another with the harshness of their sloppy thrusts. It wasn't going to matter soon. Kamili had spurted enough cum into his sibling to fill her to overflowing, rounding her out with a bloated, pregnant-looking belly, making the rest pour out of her, filling the bottom of the the tigress' stomach, mixing with the sizzling digestives creeping up along their fur and skin.

Things got much intense as the big cat's body surged with adrenaline, her eyes dilating, going wide as she showed her teeth to the transfixed squirrel. Di didn't move, didn't even put her hands up to defend herself when Mal pounce. She got blown over, slammed to the floor with such a thud that she should have been in pain, but she wasn't. Maybe it was the lizard's mesmerizing powers, blocking out any negatives, letting her focus only on the positives. Such positives included the huffing, steaming breath in her face as the tigress blew a wet, humid snarl directly in her face, saliva glistening upon her long, curved canines.

The ferocious display culminated in nothing more than a simple lick, though that was no small thing either. A tongue like the tigress' was a powerful thing, capable of smearing Di's entire face with saliva in a single slurp, while scraping and dragging alone her features, scratching at her skin beneath her. She was soaked and basted after just a single stroke of the tigress' taster, left sputtering some but doing nothing to actually resisted it. She didn't even squirm much. It felt much better to simply let the tigress take control, overpowering her and pinning her with those big paws planted on her shoulders, and then pinning her even more when she scooted upwards and laid that great fat belly right atop her face.

She wasn't gentle, either. Diantha could barely breathe as she got smothered by that squirming middle. The hyenas within were somehow still going, grinding their way into a modest, almost dry fifth or sixth shared orgasm, exhaustedly sliding against one another as their bodies slumped and succumbed to the digestive onslaught. Di could feel it. Beneath the pudge, they were getting softer, their details smoothing over as the fur fell from their hides, leaving them bare, exposed, simmering in themselves beneath the creamy white fur of the big cat's gut, blending into one another as they became more than twins. They were melting into collective sludge, jostling and even clattering some as they worked down to bones. Somehow, they were still moving in there, or maybe that was more just twitching, becoming little more than a juicy lump of meat bulging in Malinja's stomach, rubbing up against the squirrel's face as she remained smothered long enough she was starting to pine for air.

Not only was the lack of oxygen exhausting, but the sounds of digestion were simply deafening. It hurt her ears to be so close to that overpowering glorping. She could only imagine what it was like for the twins, if they were even twins anymore. Mostly they were just sludge, writhing their last, sinking down together to the bottom of the tigress' stomach while the cat rumbled and huffed, starting to absorb them into her hefty body. She was going to be even plumper by the end of all this, maybe even outright fat. The chaotic soundscape coming from inside of her was growing thicker, soupier, as she pulverized those digested hyenas, partly liquefying them as their journey continued through her digestive system. Diantha heard it all, coming dangerously near suffocating beneath the fluffy kitty before she finally raised herself back up, leaving the squirrel gasping and sputtering.

When she had relatively caught her breath, the other noises in the room became more apparent to her. The lizard wasn't being subtle anymore. She still wasn't showing anyone of them what she was up to, but her upper body was rocking back and forth, rolling and thrusting into her own digits as she made a sopping mess of her entire hand. Diantha could hear it so well she could not only picture it, but feel it. Somehow, even through the screen and the distance between her and Zath, she swore she could catch her lustful aroma as well. Warm, rich, a little musky, it danced into her senses directly, amplifying every sensation, every touch and taste and sound titillating her lust-addled mind. And those moans, oh what a sweet song they were, like pleasure slipping from the lizard's mouth, mesmerizing her like an audio massage as the waves pumped from the ample speakers. Diantha felt a fire like a climax running through her entire body, lighting up her muscles with delight, but she didn't reach it, not yet. Not before the mesmerizing mistress told her she could.

There was only one thing more enticing than the psychosomatic musk wafting through the room, and that was the heat of the tigress' paws. She had spent plenty of time licking and attending to them, but it was never quite in these circumstances. Nor did Malinja usually allow herself to get so unkempt, so overheated, sweaty, musky, dripping as she radiated pure, unrelenting heat. There was a flavour to those big pads that was making Diantha drool before she'd even tasted it herself. Just to be near was arousing enough, and she found herself whimpering, shaking where she remained sprawled, the spirit of neediness possessing her until she was desperate for just the chance to get one little lick, just a sample of the delicious fragrance clinging to the tigress' toes.

She got a whole lot more than that. Malinja looked like she was going to stomp her head in, but the actual result was much less brutal. It was simply that whole big paw smooshing and smothering down over her features, pressing firmly to completely overtake every single detail of her face, curling and smothering, flexing those toes to engulf her entirely. She couldn't resist for a moment, instantly shoving her nose right up into the squish of the big cat's pads and taking a long, deep, exhilarating sniff, an extended huff until her lungs were completely full of that scent, holding it there, before finally gasping out. It wasn't easy to actually get much else to breathe, smothered as she was, and when Mal sat down on the squirrel's thighs, planting her gut on Di's own belly, she could sandwich her head between both front paws at once, taking her from all angles.

Soon she was nothing more than a towel for the sweat-coated tigress, her face getting used to clean off every single toe in turn. She felt those claws combing at her here and there, giving her a few scritches but never hurting. The tigress was still careful, even as she shoved that musky taste right onto her tongue, rubbing against it so thoroughly Di didn't even have to lick. She felt sweat rolling down her features, some of it her own as she basked in the cat-scented heat, trying to moan but hardly getting any sound out but for the muffled mmfs that escaped between those squeezing toes. Her head was starting to spin, from musk and lack of air alike, her chest pulling tight. And through it all, she was getting closer and closer to the explosive, numbing orgasm she could feel building within her, making her pussy clench, contract, juices pouring down the inside of her thighs, pooling on the underside of her fluffy tail until it was soaked through.

Malinja wasn't letting her up. There was no chance for her to get a gasp of air, or a refresher. The big cat was nothing but forceful, rubbing and kneading with those soft paws, immersing her in their warmth, their scent, their taste. Di's tongue was starting to go numb with how much flavour was getting mashed into it. Her throat was dry, her head was spinning, and throbbing. She didn't feel any pain as she was slowly suffocated by the big cat's paws, only the pleasure. It overtook all else, leaving her fixating only on the good things, the tingles, the clenches, the constant trickle of heated juices pouring from her untouched sex. She didn't need to finger herself to squirt on the sensations alone.

Zath was almost finished. Her song reached its crescendo, her voice sounding like she was somehow harmonizing with herself as she moaned and masturbated herself into a mess. A light layer of sweat rolled down her purple scales. Her eyes partly closed, but not fully, remaining fixated on the sultry scene. There was that big cat, with the twins working through her intestines, her gut still sagging with the weight of the digested mush she'd turned them into, her paws planted on her lover's face, slowly snuffing her out. Diantha was moving less and less. Her body was fading, falling into the sensationless void as she was smothered near to death. But she wasn't going to get there before she reached the most powerful orgasm she could ever imagine, and Zath was right there with her, schlicking herself until she was squirting, the cascading gush filling the room as it poured from the speakers so loudly they crackled.

Diantha would have screamed, but there was no air left for that. Her entire body was shutting down, reaching a dormant state, her body largely paralyzed as she suffocated, or perhaps drowned in the potent scent of Malinja's paws. Even still, she managed to buck her hips up and down, violently convulsing as she gushed and sprayed the tigress' underside with her juices, getting some truly impressive distance as her entire lower body clamped down for every copious squirt. Her body rolled from bottom to top like the waves of a raging sea, giving some odd twists and convulsions while she was at it. Her body burned a glorious blaze of pleasure, her mind locked in perfect ecstasy, unable to think of anything else, and when it faded she fell slowly into darkness. She slumped, twitched, wheezed her last, and fell totally limp, motionless beneath the tight grip of the tigress' air-tight paws. She wasn't going to wake up.

Zathinias gave a long sigh as she slumped back in her chair, letting her dress fall back into position, her eyes fully closing for a time. Even that short pause was enough to allow Malinja snap out of it, sitting up and releasing her grip on Diantha's face, looking somewhat disoriented for a while. Zath was there to reassure her in time, straightening up, and giving a soothing murmur, banishing any confusion or regret the tigress might have had about going too far as she formed her words on just the edge of audible.

"Very good work, dear Malinja. You gave them all exactly what they wanted. A sweet, sexy, indulgent end for your friends. They wanted to see that side of you. Didn't it feel good to embrace it?"

Mal was in swift agreement, nodding as she rose, starting to stretch herself out in increasingly elaborate ways. She flicked her tail, yawned broadly, and was starting to consider a nap. The sound of her belly working was growing quieter, fading as the digestive cacophony grew quiet at last. She left the squirrel sprawled there, giving her a few nudges with one of those life-ending paws just to be sure before turning back to the screen.

"Mmmhmm! That was so much fun, miss Zathinias. I didn't know I could do that. They were really having fun too, the whole time? I don't quite remember all of it exactly. I was a little ... blank."

"Of course they did. I could feel it from here. Once you've returned your squirrel to life one way or another, I have no doubt you will enjoy a more fruitful sex life together from now on. Show her that wild side of you, the true tigress just fighting to get out from beneath your soft exterior. She wants it. She yearns for it."

Malinja took a seat, her belly bouncing with the motion. She'd already padded on some extra fat, almost burdened by how much heavier she was. The softness she'd acquired made up for it, some lovely plush fat on her belly and flanks just perfect for the squeezing. She reached a forepaw down to knead at it for a while, simply admiring the heft she'd acquired. Eventually she worked up another belch, one that sent her body heaving, looking like she was about to lose a hairball. She was spared such an indignity, though a few clenches of her muscles told her the digestive trip she'd sent the twins on was almost finished. They were all used up, all absorbed, packed onto her stripes, and all that was rest of them, the bits of bone and other leftovers, was resting snugly in her colon. She gave a slightly guilty look towards the lizard on the screen.

"What about the hyenas?"

Zath smiled softly. "That is your decision. Perhaps you wish to keep them. You earned your meals, after all. For now - show me what you've made of them."

Malinja would have visibly blushed if she wasn't so fluffy. "Oh, you mean ... right in front of you? In their bedroom?"

"On the bed, if you wish. That only seems fitting."

The tigress actually giggled at that. But she didn't object. Turning herself around, she easily hopped up onto the bed of whichever twin owned used to occupy this particular bedroom. Maybe it belonged to both of them. She felt them going at it in there. She had to wonder how much cum she'd digested along with every other part of them. With one more glance towards the screen, looking for approval and finding it, she squatted down right above blankets, gave a little mrowl, and started squeezing out the remains of the digested twins while the mesmerizer watched.

She couldn't recall ever taking such an absolutely massive dump, and she'd had some big meals before. None so large as the twins, packed and melted together, even more indistinguishable from each other than they always were after a long, melty trip through the tigress' digestive system. Malinja let out a few groans, a few huffs and gasps as the mess tickled her on the way out with some of those undigested bones. They were smooth and inoffensive, but still quite noticeable as she pushed them from her rear, piling up a great mound atop the bed while she continued squeezing. She had to wiggle forward after a while, the pile growing too large to keep from touching her. A brief flash of guilt ran through her mind as she thought back to their cute, giggly faces, and how much fun they were to have around. But she didn't fixate on that for long, given just how incredible, how stimulating, tingly, and satisfying it felt to squat, flex, and shit them both out in one massive steaming pile, knowing she was wearing them now.

A few more squeezes and she was done, pushing the last few pieces out. Nothing highly recognizable survived the journey through her, instead limited to little patches of ruined for and chunks of bone. There were no skulls, no distinct pieces of their ruined skeletons. Just a great big pile of tigress shit, a mountain of thick stuff finally finished leaving her. She reflexively tried to kick some dirt on it all, instead throwing a few shreds of the bed back as her claws dug into the mattress, and then she hopped back down with a swish of her tail. She felt lighter already, even if she was still fatter, swaying her hips and waving her wobbly belly around, delighting in the excess padding.

Looking down at Diantha's motionless form, and then back up to Zath's approving face, she gave a grin. The lizard smile back, and leaned in closer to the camera, her voice sounding so much simpler, so much less hypnotizing then. She was no longer mesmerizing her, no longer taking her under control, but simply making conversation.

"Good job, Malinja. You have been one of my favourite customers, for certain. When Diantha is back, show her everything you've learned about the beast lurking inside you. You won't need my guidance next time."

Mal nodded eagerly. "Thank you miss!"

"For now, farewell. You can always call on me again if my services are needed."

The lizard pressed a button, and then she was gone. Just like that, the room felt colder, emptier. She was acutely aware of the silence that fell, but it didn't bother her. More than anything, she felt sleepy. What was a tigress without a proper nap? She paced a little, searching for a spot, stepping right over, or even on Diantha's body as she went, but she couldn't find the right spot. This room was just a little too dirty, a little too morbid to sleep in anymore, so instead she went padding out into the living room, sprawling on the twins' carpet, using the fat they gave her as a pillow of sorts. One big yawn and a smack of her chops, and she was closing her eyes, slowly drifting off for an extended slumber, without a single moment's pause or regret for the terribly kinky things she'd done. She felt good, but more than pleasure, she felt fulfilled. This was what really tigers were supposed to do, wasn't it? She'd never been a wild animal, never even set foot in such a dangerous, untamed place as the jungle, and now she felt like she'd finally achieved what she was always meant to accomplish as a mighty, predatory, big cat. If anyone disagreed, well, her stomach was going to be empty again by the time she awakened.