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"Ooooh boy, th' sun ain't playin' one bit t'day..." A truck was driving along leniently down the interstate, trying not to go too slow to avoid the engine overheating nor going too fast to make the sweltering humidity claim the driver faster after having been on the road for the past four hours. And the driver?

An 8'8" gator with a belly that made steering almost impossible.

Tuck was sweating bullets every half-minute, feeling his seat reach that point where it felt like he was sitting on a pile of wet clothes that had been hosed down from being on fire from sweat alone. He was glad he still had some ventilation going on in his cabin, but if he was still able to be left panting from the excessive heat with the windows down to their lowest, that lets you know that things aren't looking too good for Tuck. Hell, things were getting so bad that he was sure his cap was squeezing his brain from having the perspiration seep into the material.

He wished that he had brought some refreshments with him from the truck stop he had been to last, but they didn't have any ice nor did he so he had to work with a couple of snacks that weren't too heavy on flavor so his tongue didn't get dry. But when those were gone, it was just a battle of looking out for a sign. Any sign...

What he wasn't expecting was to find not only a sign but someone standing under it.

The sign was reading:

Gnawel City: 30 Miles Ahead

Truck Stop: 20 Miles Ahead

So you can bet that Tuck was groaning in impatience when he slowed down to pick up the hitchhiker. Once he unlocked the door, he wiped his brow and hoped that he could stay awake to get anywhere that had some kind of cool air to share for his big hide.

"Trying to get out of the heat?" Tuck jumped a little in his seat, nearly forgetting that he was to have a passenger for this long ride and turned to see who he was exactly offering a ride. A gator just like him, but shorter by a few feet, clad in a suit, tie, dress pants and carrying a briefcase as if it wasn't over 100 degrees outside. Tuck ogled the getup for a bit longer but then he remembered that the fellow bayou snapper just asked him a question.

"Uh yeah, been out 'ere on th' road ferever an' Ah'm 'bout close t' fallin' asleep." Tuck started getting ready to pull off, but the gator reached out to stop him from putting his sole on the gas pedal.

"Now with a state like that, you clearly need to rest. Have you slept recently?" The well-dressed gator's question made him remember that Tuck indeed did not sleep good; he had been very busy getting Sam into his good books so that the fennec didn't forget about him while he stayed in a city for people with dicks bigger than elephants or just dicks bigger than they were tall, a paradise that Tuck loved driving to if he could score a delivery job that involved going around there. But, since he was trying to win the fennec's favor so that maybe he could nab the guy for more than just a hitchhiking fuckfest, he barely got a lick of real sleep taming that dick.

So Tuck shook his head and flicked the sweat beading down his chin everywhere. "Naw. By th' time Ah had sum time to, Ah was already needin' t' head back home t' drop th' truck off at muh lot."

The stranger seemed to understand, patting Tuck's thigh in sympathy before bringing that hand to tip his hat, that the bigger gator just realized he was wearing. "I understand. Perhaps you can allow me to give you some much-needed sleep while I get us on the move?"

Tuck paused, staring at the road and his hands since he had just been about to say yes to that request without thinking about it enough. Was he really about to let some fellow he picked up not even five minutes ago drive his big haul home, without even hide or hair telling Tuck where he was going? And why wasn't he sweating? Tuck glanced over at the waiting gator next to him and sure enough his suit was completely dry. "Ah dunno..."

"Trust me, I have a license to drive. Doesn't expire until next year." The scaled snapper clicked open his briefcase and slipped his hand in there with as little space for a limb to fit inside as he could so Tuck couldn't peek in and see what was in there. Once he found it, he held it up towards the trucker and he looked to see that...

"Yuh ain't got no name?" That part was blank, and the birthdate was blacked out save for the month-which was June from the looks of it.

"Oh I'm just preserving my true identity to those I can trust. After all, there's a lot of predation in the world of business. Lots of folks can suddenly turn up missing if they extend their hand of gratitude too far."

"Ah guess..."

"Now, about letting me drive." There it was again, and Tuck was hesitant. Though, the fellow gator did show that he was officially competent at driving any vehicle from his credentials despite the lack of name to call him by. So, against his better judgment and the sudden gnawing feeling in his gut, Tuck nodded.

"A'ight, Ah'll let yuh drive. Jus' don't crash 'r pick anybody else up. Don't want ah whole crowd in 'ere makin' it hotter from body heat." The big gator got ready to move over his many compartments between seats so he could get on the passenger side, having needed to haul his overweight hide towards the ceiling so that he could provide space for the hitchhiker to crawl under. When he didn't feel anybody move past his fat tail, he let himself down only to see that the dressed man was gone. He looked to the driver seat just in time to catch the suited gator already at the wheel, using his briefcase as a means to not sit in the mess that Tuck's sweat and his pussy left behind. Huh, quiet gator.

Tuck finally settled into the passenger side, feeling the truck cabin rock a bit before the engine roared to life and the big girl was getting herself back on the road like nothing happened. Not being at the wheel felt different for Tuck, though he couldn't explain how it was on account of his waning consciousness. And soon, the road was barely visible from under his hat up until his head slumped over and he was out like a light.

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Tuck didn't know what woke him, but he snorted awake just in time to see his truck turning into a stop. The sun was still ablaze outside but it looked...weird. As if the heat itself had made it change colors. Or maybe that was just the gator's grogginess making everything look funny and he was just out of it.

He barely had time to register that he was still not driving until he noticed that his foot was nudging into the car floor and not a pedal and his eyes looked over to see the stranger operating the truck perfectly. Tuck had honestly forgot that he let someone else drive and yawned to let them now that he was up.

"Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Have a nice dream?"

"Cain't even remember...what it was about..." Tuck stretched his sore limbs, for being cramped in a truck cabin didn't bode well for anyone of any size, and he rubbed his eyes with his fists before hearing the hitchhiker depart from his truck. The heavy gator tiredly followed after him, using this time to get ready to grab something cold to drink but immediately having his eyes shoot open beneath his hat as the asphalt under his feet cooked his sole on contact. Hopping on one foot should be impossible for someone Tuck's size but you'd be surprised at how comical he looked doing it.

The stranger didn't seem perturbed by the fiery heat around them, having worn dress shoes to keep himself decent unlike Tuck who was naked as the day he was pushed out of his Ma. Again, Tuck's mind registered that the fellow gator was sweat-free everywhere and he missed them asking him to follow before they turned away and headed for the diner nearby. He looked up, seeing not the sign for a place he recognized but for a place called "Hell's Grease Hog".

The logo they went with was a biker porcine clad in leather with a crazed look on his face, driving down a road on a motorcycle-kinda like the one the gators just got off of-with what looked like a burger made purely out of bacon with a meat patty in the middle flying out of his outstretched hand while the exhausts of his vehicle of choice guzzled out flames.

Tuck didn't have much thought on the design choice, so he just nodded his understanding of its presence and pranced for the front door with the kind stranger, not catching the hog's transitioning static image moving for a minute to let the big guy stare down at Tuck before he got inside and quickly returned back to place before it was heard.

The inside slapped Tuck with a wave of cool air and he nearly fell flat on his scaley, green ass basking in the change of temperature. Though he kept his cool in case the place was filled up with customers. But that was swiftly dropped down in expectancy because besides himself and the fellow gator, it was just the diner's chef and two bikers whose cycles Tuck hadn't caught anywhere. Yet they were still clad in the raw, leathery gear that somehow grew customary to riding down the road with the wind blasting in one's face.

Probably didn't help that the two were a wolf with a scar on his muzzle running down to his chin and his buddy being a ram whose horns were shaved down to just have one loop instead of a few. The diner chef, who Tuck realized was also giving him a good look-see, was coincidentally enough a hog nearly identical to the one outside hanging over the front door like a sentry. The two of them were almost matching in size, for they were also tall and sporting the kinda build that'd make Tuck wanna walk over and bump bellies like they were old friends. But he held tough and cleared his throat.

"Would you like to order? I bet you're starved being in that oven of a truck for the last couple of hours." Now that the stranger gator mentioned it, Tuck was hungry, and his belly aided in that feeling by growling up a storm. Almost on cue, the bikers looked away from Tuck and the chef knowingly smirked on his way to the kitchen to get something cooking. Thus leaving Tuck to be guided over to a seat with his fellow yet smaller kin.

The fat reptilian felt the sweat that normally caked his ass and inner thighs drip into the cold seat and make him shiver, the gentleman between the two reaching over and patting his leg again. "Feeling better?"

"Ah li'l bit. Glad t' be outta th' heat but Ah feel mighty outta place here if yuh know what Ah'm gettin' at."

"Oh I understand. But you'll find that it's quite alright here, Tucker." The suited gator nudged his thumb towards a sign on the wall where they were seated next to, getting Tuck to look at it to see that it read:

CLOTHING OPTIONAL

"Ah bet...but why ain't yuh undressed, 'r th' chef fer that matter?" Tuck's accusation was met with a laugh that seemed to boom throughout the entirety of the diner, but the big guy thought he was just out of his right mind for a little while longer.

"Oh Tucker, I am hardly bothered by the temperatures of the inside and outside worlds. I like feeling important and looking the part as well." Every answer that the stranger gave him, Tuck found himself accepting it without much of a fight. Though he came to be a bit confused by something.

"Ah don't remember tellin' yuh muh name..." That should have been a glaring issue the first time the well-mannered gator spoke to the trucker, but in his hurry to get some rest it slipped through his usual red flag warnings. But now that he was rejuvenated and not being cooked alive, he could remember not telling this guy what his name was.

Though his statement was met with a grin that left him feeling uncomfortable. "Oh Tucker, there's no hiding who you really are when I have my hands on you."

"What're yuh..."

"Here's yer order, champ." The chef broke the tension with his arrival, delivering Tuck what he thought was the living definition of grease-turned-food. The burger sitting in front of him was red; red bacon cooked to a perfect crisp, red buns keeping everything inside, cheese and beef covered all over in ketchup and oddly enough reddened red onions. Tuck hesitated on diving right into a meal he didn't even ask for from a place he wasn't a regular at, and he was right to for the gator seemed to be waiting for him to eat it and the apron-clad hog hadn't left his side after delivering the food.

"Uh...Ah didn't...order nothin'..."

"Eat it." Not only did the gator next to him say that, but the chef, the wolf and the ram sitting away from the booth joined in unison with him. Their voices mixed together so well it sounded like a fantasy movie's dragon had just spoken to him, and for a minute Tuck thought the diner shook a bit from how deep they all were. Before he could even start cooking up an excuse as to why he should, the burger was in his hand and rising up to his maw. Tuck was in shock, he didn't remember grabbing it nor planned on actually eating it. It wasn't until it was just a nudge away from being on his tongue did he see the gator next to him insisting that the burger be right before his muzzle with his own finger.

"Eat it." Only the dressed-up man spoke, but his voice had the kind of seductive purr that Tuck himself was familiar with. For he used that on folks he got a hankering for and wouldn't let go of. And being the recipient felt like he were back out of high school toying around with that werewolf trucker he was in cahoots with.

"But-"

"Eat it." There was a split second where the gator's yellow eyes flashed red towards Tuck and he froze up at the sight, but it was all the distraction needed before the chef put himself back into the mix and shoved the burger in Tuck's maw. Tuck felt like he just ate solid fire, for the burger made a searing presence on his tongue, and he barely had time to chew before he was getting his head forcibly tipped up so he'd swallow it. The second it finished travelling down his gullet, his gut churned into a nightmare and Tuck doubled over onto the booth's table to try and alleviate the pain. His ears heard train horns from a track that he didnt know was around and it grew louder and louder to a point where he couldn't even hear himself think. He covered his ears thinking his head was gonna explode from the strength of the sound and tried his best to just tough out the agony gurgling in his belly, but just as suddenly as the feeling arrived, it slowly came to a stop and all was calm within him.

Tuck dared to open his eyes, having not remembered when he shut them, and had to do a triple take at what he was seeing.

The diner was on fire, flames crackling almost everywhere he could see and the entire area was loaded with what he could tell were demons of all sizes. The once quiet restaurant had become a living mosh pit and he was the odd gator out for everyone else was red all over, had fur somewhere on their body, sharply curved horns, a spaded tail and a flame over their head like a mockery of a halo.

"Something the matter, Tucker~?" Tuck remembered that he was still in the diner amid this hellfest and turned only to back away towards the open end of the seat. The gator dressed head to toe in formalities was gone, instead it was what looked more like a dragon with the typical demon get-up for this diner. Only instead of looking like a gremlin whose sole purpose was to wreck things up, he still held that air of formality as he wielded a cane with a fire-spewing skull at the handhold.

"I think I mighta given him too much o' a dose, lookin' ripe ready t' fall back under, boss...~" Tuck felt a rather crushing grip on his shoulder and looked to see the chef was no longer normal-looking either; his apron was there, but Tuck could see that he was naked behind of it, and besides his now fur-covered legs and and spindly tail waving behind him in amusement, his muzzle was loaded with sharp teeth that Tuck could see thanks to that grin he was throwing down at the panicking gator.

"Give him some room. Mortals don't usually handle a Hell Burger well." Instead of being at their own table, the wolf and ram had joined Tuck and co. at his booth while he had been dealing with the effects of the meal he had been pushed into eating. They weren't much different from their normal looks as their demonic selves showed but their soul-searching gazes were something that haunted Tuck's mind straight away.

"H-hell...Burger...?" He found his voice, but he kept as quiet as possible in a new fear of suddenly being in a place he was far from mentally capable of handling.

"Ah, so he speaks. You see, my dear Tucker..." The gator-dragon-thing sitting next to him dragged his attention back to his presence, making his head turn with that cane of his. "We love a kind soul like yours offering a hand of gratitude to people as low as us. But as I said, there is a such thing as extending it too far...~"

"Hope yah wa'n't doin' nothin' important b'fore boss nabbed yah 'cuz this crowd don't seem keen on havin' yah leave so soon...~" The chef's words brought Tuck's attention back to the rest of the diner, to where all eyes big and small-and evil-were bearing into the likes of his very soul. He suddenly didn't feel like he was the biggest guy here anymore and tried to shrink into his seat. This was all so much to take in at once, and being forced into this position of attention surely wasn't helping him stay calm.

"Now then, my blubber-bellied friend, why don't you...get comfy~?" The hybrid's words in his ear made his legs tremble immediately, feeling a deluge of juices shoot out of his naked cunt and splatter on the floor before sizzling up from the heat. "Relax...we're only wanting to see if you can handle satisfying the whole diner with your lustrous body..."

"You really picked this one up well, boss." The wolf drone had kicked his legs up onto the table, watching the happenings with a drooping cock that was steadily reaching down towards his knees as it grew up.

"Definitely a looker with cheeks like that." The ram joined in on ogling Tucker, shamelessly rubbing what the gator thought was his legs but came to be wrong about as a red-hot shaft began to stick up from under the table in his hand.

"Easy now boys, the mortal needs to be in the mood too. That's how we lost the last one." Last one? Tuck felt his heart sink into his lower intestines before his head was once again brought back to stare at who had had to assume was the big director behind his sudden travels to what he wanted to call Hell. "Now then Tucker, care to help us all...indulge in your body?"

Every word he spoke should have made Tuck wanna puke, but it was as if each syllable carried power that not only kept him rooted there in his seat and not trying to run and find a way out but also keep him gushing fluids that quickly evaporated from the flames covering the floor. And listening to the boss was slowly quelling the panic that Tuck felt. The more he stared at the posse keeping him rooted there, the more he felt like it was natural. Must have been that burger the hog made him eat. And as he looked around and saw them getting hard for him to see, he couldn't help but squirt a bit more on his own accord.

"...okay."

"That's the spirit, chap. Have at him, boys. I want him ready for me at this table in an hour or I'll chop your horns off." The chimera of the group suddenly evaporated into flames and disappeared, leaving Tuck to fall onto where he had just left and suddenly become aware that he was on his back getting his legs spread by the hog.

"Ya'll heard th' boss. One hour. Let's give 'em a workout...~" The wolf and ram crawled over the table and before Tuck could object to them joining in he suddenly felt someone slithering down his back towards his ass. After noticing the wolf had taken up the remaining space of the booth's bench at his head solo, he realized that the ram had broke off from the double team to situate himself at the ass he seemed to want so bad.

Tuck's head was forced to look up at the lupine, not being allowed to watch the hog move his apron out of the way of his erection that went *splaaat* flopping onto Tuck's honey pot. Thanks to their boss, he was puffy with arousal, feeling like he just went a full moon without dick and making him squirm where he laid and getting a rumble of approval from behind his prone form from the ram getting positioned at his scaly butt. Once he saw the wolf's ridged cock start getting aimed at his maw, he could only brace himself for the triple threat with closed eyes before not one, not two but three dicks found themselves digging into his body.

Almost as if on cue, the outsiders hanging near the booth or watching from the bar were cheering the three demons on as they gained purchase into Tuck's awaiting body and he slowly felt a bit proud that he wasn't struggling with either of them. Which was saying something on account of the ram digging into almost untouched territory.

"F-fuck this is a hard throat to g-get used to..." The wolf's balls were situated over the little slip of sight that Tuck allowed himself on hot days, so he was unable to tell exactly what he was talking about until he felt that dick throb and surge upward near the end of his gullet.

"Y-yer tellin' me...this pussy here's huggin' my bacon wrap like it's an ole friend..." The hog was having a bit of trouble trying to slam into Tuck and make him quiver in need for the beef he had hanging between his legs, his womb seemingly out of reach but after a few forceful pushes managing to get the tip knocking on that hole.

The ram's complaints were muffled by the squishy fat of Tuck's back but the gator could tell he was having the least troubles with being inside of him on account of his dick barely needing to stop its pace of pumping into that plush ass.

Within time, the three of them stopped complaining and got to work, getting a symphony of furred hips meeting moisturized scales in a varied melody of impacts that seemed to be music for everybody else as dicks started erecting in the crowd. But none of the stragglers would tend to themselves, eyes glued to the scene of raunchy sex being cramped into a mere diner booth.

Tuck felt his natural instincts for fucking kick in and soon his throat and his ass were relaxed enough for the dynamic duo to pound into him better. He felt clawed hands hold on tight to his thick arms and tail respectively and soon even the hog's strong, pummeling thrusts were making him rock and ride up and down the ram's soft body. It was definitely a new experience to feel like he meant even a little to this hell gathering, and he was sure hoping this wouldn't be erased from his mind anytime soon, so his orifices began to encourage the intruders trying their damnedest to make him beg for them to go harder by massaging all three of them. Right away he got a deep set of growls, groans and whatever the ram conjured up from below and Tuck felt a murr run through him to attack the wolf some more as they sped up. Realizing the position he was in, he continued squeezing and vibrating his body so the trio could have their fun with his own persistence.

"Hey...c-cut that out...Not tryna blow so soon..." The wolf was definitely gonna be the first one to crack because everything that Tuck was trying to do rocked his world first. His knot would have been far too big to handle had Tuck not been a gator at his prime size and still growing, but the wolf refrained from even attempting to tie with a greedy muzzle like his before he cursed in some sort of tongue and slammed his hips forward. Tuck's belly got a flood of warmth inside of it and the ram soon joined in on going tense and giving all he had into one more hard push into Tuck's body before he too let his load loose. Now that his belly had a bit of an inner red glow, the double teaming pair were out of commission for the time being while the hulking hog continued on without them.

He was definitely the more determined of the three to impress Tuck, and despite his clearly quaking body wanting to cum he bit back every slip that threatened to get his rocks off. But the gator wouldn't be denied forever and with the wolf and ram paused in their afterglows he had all the time in the world to milk that hog dick from base to tip. And as he thought, it was enough to make him crack and send demon porcine slop right into his love hole to stay there. It was a lot to take but Tuck was always a tank when it came to taking big things and by the time the big hog was done shooting not one drop of seed had escaped.

In fact, none of Tuck's holes were leaking, and this did not seem to please the crowd for they started booing the three working the gator hard.

"E-easy folks, easy. We'll break him...just gotta find out what makes him tick, that's all." The wolf was so busy trying to appease the crowd that he missed the gator smirking with glee before he slipped back to that seemingly pleased look of being filled to escape suspicion.

"Maybe we should keep switchin'....try out every hole an' see which one o' us he likes in which hole." The hog's suggestion seemed to be a good idea to the others for their collective murmurs were followed with husky growls of approval.

"Alright, guess I'm going down to that giant ass. Hey, Randy, come on out from there, you're up at this bitch's cum dumpster." Right away, Tuck felt the ram wriggle his way out to the side of the seat before falling down to the floor, heaving for air that he didn't need and wiping his brow with his spent dick drooling dregs of cum into the flames.

"Fuck sake...it's like a swamp back there...jus' with no hair...Be careful back there, Wyn."

"I got it, I got it..." While the two of them traded their respective places, the hog had pulled out from Tuck's cunt and marveled at the lack of backwash following his girthy dick. This might be an issue....

"A'ight boys..." The hog kept his concerns to himself, hauling himself over Tuck by stepping between the seat and the table so he could get himself at that appealing muzzle of his. His dick stood at attention the second Tuck puffed some air on it and he bit his lip, catching Randy's attention.

"S'matter, Heph? Never had a fresh mouth to nut into for some decades?"

"Naw, jus' thinkin' 'bout th' boss. Let's give 'em a whirl." Randy seemed to buy into the hog's lie and didn't question it as he sunk into that stretched yet taut pussy, signaling Wyn to dive into those strong rectal walls and leaving the newly known Heph to go diving into that maw. Seeing the three back in action had the crowd roaring to see if this would be the round that broke Tuck, but he'd be sure that the crowd would be crying a different tune before too long.

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"F-fuck...H-heph...you got any n-nut left...?"

"I d-don't think...I got a drop left..."

"Make him stop... please..."

The crowd was cheering again despite the obvious fatigue in the trio of demon spawns, for Tuck had gone on from his usual 'allowing others to fuck him until they were satisfied' spiel until he got a bit bored with hearing the same ole "take it, bitch", "beg for my dick" or even the "kiss mah slop tanks, fatass" from Heph and decided to take over from there. The others weren't even taken aback by the shift in power, just marveling how Tuck went from looking like he was a cum receptacle to a full on three-way milking machine. Heph, Randy and Wyn didn't stand a chance to the strong cunny that was Tuck's honey pot and soon he sucked them all dry and left them in a heap at that booth while he went to please everyone else. He rode laps, brought his ass back against crotches and sucked people clean off until they all spent their balls in him. He thought he'd be feeling full by the time he got to the last group of folks but he was just getting started.

Demon cum must be like alcohol because he was on a buzzing roll.

When cum began to fly from the crowd of now frantic, masturbating demons, Tuck popped off of the minotaur dick he had been bouncing on for the past ten minutes and watched it fall limp under his sopping-wet cunt as the owner of that meat went slack. Another conquest under his belt. He got on his feet and brandished his only slightly distended belly full of demonic-red seed and they egged him on with their cheers and whistling. Tuck was just about to offer some more rounds when he heard a loud bang and all was silent.

Turning to the door to the diner-which he realized had been blocked up with bones and skulls from possibly past victims of the Hell Burger-Tuck saw the chimera boss glaring at him like he had broken every law that he didn't know existed in this plane of existence. Though the severity of the soul-gazing stare was lost when the gator noticed that the boss was hard as diamonds and looking to be the biggest one there.

Despite their height difference, the boss' dick was just as big as Tuck's arm and his balls, which looked to be as big as his cunt-if not bigger-was sporting more than just two testes in that furry sack.

"That's enough playtime for you, Tucker. You may have subdued my subordinates but now you face a dick known to break even gods..." The boss' voice had lost its charm and in its place a venomous snarl remained, making Tuck look like he was on a spotlight with the big guy. But instead of the fear that he entered this realm with, he grinned and beckoned the guy to approach him from his throne of bones.

"Come an' take me then...~" The crowd loved that bold statement, loud yells, cum and bodies flying in a standing ovation only Hell can offer. The chimera of gator, dragon and goat-from the looks of those hooved feet-tried his best to silence the oppressive cavalcade of spawns around them but they wouldn't be denied. So he growled and gestured his hand at Tuck before he felt a force shove him towards a random booth.

He went flat on the surface, feeling his legs get forced open by phantom hands and letting the crowd look at its shiny, spunk-free state until their vision was blocked by the boss' hairy ass and sagging balls. The gator's confident gaze looked back at him in those evil eyes and his moxie grew as he heard the boss' clearly livid voice speak again.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you." Tuck's grin didn't waver, no longer feeling the terror that he had when he noticed the change in his once-thought-fellow associate.

"Yuh gon' keep talkin 'r are we' gon' do this, boss?" The crowd's favor was made more blatant after that, so after stabbing his cane into the diner floor, the boss decided to quit stalling to see if he could bring that fear back into the gravid gator and sunk his dick into that scaley muff.

Tuck couldn't help but moan in approval for the boss was not only longer than Heph's dick, but thick enough to make his pussy lips stretch out for a kiss. Though the chimera wasn't gonna cave into Tuck's hand so easily and the thrusts that followed made the whole diner quake as he got to fucking the cocky trucker.

Tuck's cunt barely held tough, feeling every ridge and spine meant to get his cunny trembling in need and him into a panting mess in need of taming and with the renown anger from the big boss there'd be no stopping the rising sensation to gush over that demon dick without a fight. But Tuck made sure he could at least give the guy a run for his money, wrapping his legs around those furry hips as best as his tubby body could manage while he was rocked into a state of hellish euphoria.

And when we mean gush, he gushed.

The chimera was nearly fazed out of his stupor of raw domination as his whole lower half was splashed with a wave of feminine cum from Tuck's spunk prison, leaving the floor soaking wet and a hazard for anyone to step on as the crowd's opinion was left unchanged by the events occurring. It seemed they were completely with Tuck on this, and the boss didn't like it one bit.

"My pawns may like the way your pussy can make men quiver, but I will make sure you'll be their free hole for all of eternity."

"Y-you...talk too damn much...Need t' start...doin'!" Tuck had enough of the chimera's attempts to make him submit with his powerful words and shoved himself forward so not only did he push the boss back but pinned him down on the diner floor so that he was on top and riding that furry lap like he did the magical hybrid of man, goat and bovine minutes ago. The crowd was in hysterics again, but the boss couldn't do anymore than take it as the fall made him hit his head. The fires didn't even bother Tuck, seeming to be purely for show as he let his soles rest in a few flames, and made sure his leverage was solid while he slammed his sweat-dripping ass down onto the boss' legs.

The gator-dragon-goat was snarling, trying to recover as quickly as he could to turn things around but he was helpless as Tuck's pussy finally started doing him in just as it did the near countless others who were making sure Tuck had support on his shoulders while he worked that giant cock to its limit. The more he felt the rising pressure, the more the boss realized...

He'd been dominating mortal souls with such ease in the past for millennia for so long that he hadn't cum in ages....

He couldn't even stop himself from the volcanic eruption that exploded within Tuck, getting the gator to pause as cum almost as hot as lava began to pour into that cunt and wash over the dozens of loads residing in the depths of that deep pussy. The boss thought that just one pent up load would be enough to sway the crowd's favor at the sight of a cum-drooling pussy, but not only did he not feel excess ooze out of those folds but Tuck was smirking down at him like he was just another conquest he bested.

"All done?" The crowd nearly broke the windows with their yelling, sounding like nails on a chalkboard for the chimera. He laid there, panting slowly for he had plenty of stamina built from decades of breaking people for hours at a time until they were broken in every aspect, and took in the sight. He had a fat gator seated on his lap, dick sheathed within that trap of a snatch and not one drop of his own corruptive spunk gracious the surface of his meat when the gator started rising up to ride him again. This should be humiliating...downright shameful, to be bested by a mortal.

But the boss was laughing just as Tuck was about to get a rhythm going and the gator grew curious.

"Wha's so funny?" The trucker's cunt was making a lot of wet sliding noises, like one stirring macaroni in a pot after applying the cheese sauce.

"You..."

"Is that right?"

Tuck's confusion remained up until he was suddenly flung back onto the booth he jumped off of, ready to get back up and fight to get back on that dick if he had to until he was laid onto his stomach and had it back inside of him anyhow. The boss's head loomed over him, having extended from a scaly neck lined with a dark brown mane.

"You make me feel alive..." The thrusting came back, but it seemed to carry a new vigor that the crowd of spawns-and even Heph, Randy and Wyn-approved of as their boss began to fuck Tuck again. But gone was the angry voice dead set on merely breaking the gator's free will, and instead he was being greeted to the charming but deeper voice that wooed him into letting the once-normal gator drive him here. And now, he can enjoy himself.

They were neck-in-neck in trying to see who'd go down first, Tuck's overused pussy going on strong in receiving some dick and forcing some into its depths to be milked dry while the chimera-whose name had been shouted out to be Hargolem from one of his cronies-did his best to leave that pussy abused and worn before he had his control of the situation snatched and the weakness of his lenient durability exploited as Tuck bucked into his crotch for his seed. Their bout had generated so much love that the spawns went from merely cheering them on to devolving into an orgy around them in lewd support. Dicks bounced, sunk into asses, mouths or pussies in Tuck's case and soon those who had been felled by the gator's cunny joined in to a lesser extent with jerking off to the main scene in the middle of it all.

When the end neared, both gator and chimera were panting in exhaustion as the demon lord tried his best to own the last round with the trucker working his hips back despite the rather strong grip trying to hold him still. Hargo had tried to tame his ass some time ago but when that pucker did bend to his whim nor that throat he ended up going back for that pussy to see if he could try taming it again only to wind up in a stalemate such as this. They were both at their last run, for their movements were sluggish and only carried on by sheer willpower at this point, but no one around them seemed to care enough to try and make either of them go faster.

"I....didn't think I'd ever..." Hargo's balls had been shrunken down to a fifth of its original size, going from looking like a bag of bowling balls to a small pack of apples, dick feeling as if it'd start to gain welts from how much rubbing it did against those hungry walls.

"Think this might be it, boys...." Tuck's voice was laced with lethargy, his pussy holding up as best it could but his walls were tired of milking so he could only lay there on his sweat-stained back and take Hargo's cock inside of him without resistance to apply.

The crowd slowly came to, tired yelling trying to cheer them on with the same vigor from earlier but falling flat as they too were worn out from fucking among themselves. The three goons from earlier had settled into spots in the booth's available seats; Heph taking refuge next to Tuck's expansive gut and nuzzling against the back of Hargo's hand, Randy being rocked back and forth as his head rested on the lower end of Tuck's belly and Wyn trying to catch Zzz's on the gator's chest while it heaved for air and jolted with each hard slam from their boss' hips.

Soon, one push was all it took for everyone's attention to suddenly rise up in full and in moments both mortal gator and demon boss took to the throes of their final orgasms respectively and fell slack as their fluids blasted against each other until the last pooled onto the sea of mixed fluids at Hargo's feet. At last, just when the chimera thought he had been completely bested, he saw the dregs of excess slowly drip out of those swollen and red folds. But he knew he was just as equally defeated as Tuck and only made a move to lay next to the trucker before holding his arm up alongside his own.

The crowd threw in their cheers, using their own energy to throw in some support to the end result of their fucking. Hargo quietly laughed, far too tired for the guffaws he offered when Tuck entered this realm.

"I think...I'll need some more time than my usual before I can go on hauling you back here again...You're a monster..."

"No m-mo' ah monster than that thing between yer legs..." Tuck's joke was enunciated by how despite the non-stop climaxes Hargolem's dick was still standing at attention and twitching in faint but apparent arousal.

"Oh stop it. I'm just not used to being dragged on for so long..." The chimera shoved Wyn off of Tuck's chest and took his place, crawling up far enough so that they were face-to-face and breathing hot breath on each other.

"So...what now...? Some trophy...?" Tuck thought his soul was in danger, but frankly all of that sex proved that even evil beings like demons were just about as fun-if not, more so-than the guys in the living world.

"Not much of a trophy, per se, but a token of my gratitude for being the only mortal to ever work me to my limit." Tuck saw Hargo's hand come up from the table, holding what Tuck thought was his hat until he realized that that was still on his head and this was new. It was like his old one, but instead of being worn and dirty, it had a skull on the shade portion that should one look closely enough glowed. "Whenever you wear this and drive near where you picked me up, you shall hear my call and soon you will be granted access to my diner."

"Thanks..." Tuck took the hat in good graces despite the memorabilia that was etched into his normal one and popped it on after knocking the other one off and grabbing it. Hargo then laid himself out on the table in full, tail brushing up and down Tuck's belly before he seemingly griped about something.

"Oh how I'm glad you're a mortal...pussy like yours is so hard to come by."

Almost as if on cue, the posse that Hargo kept with him added in their own agreement to that statement, raising their arms before they fell limp and leaving Tuck to blush a little.

"Awww, Ah'm sure sumbody'll turn up with muh build. Ah know Ah ain't th' only thick-pussied fella on th' insterstates."

"I hope you're right...Here." Another gift for the road, Tuck assumed, was brought up to be another burger, but glowing blue instead of being colored red everywhere. It only had one helping of meat in it, no cheese or condiments, and the buns were fresh and not covered in grease. "This will take you back to your truck. My diner is your diner if you come around again."

Tuck looked around, seeing all the exhausted bodies looking over at him and his cum-filled body and waving in greetings, and felt as if he had been gifted a second home for being such a durable fuck. "Ah'll keep yer word on that, but only after Ah'm sure yer ready t' get worked up again."

Hargo chuckled in response. "I have faith in you draining me dry again, you fat beast. Now go on, your real boss is waiting..." Before Tuck could try and stall to make it look like he wanted to stay a little bit longer, Heph reached up and shoved the burger into his mouth before he could close his muzzle shut, feeling the red-hot presence of the diner shoot away from him and his vision blacking out...

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Tuck came to in his passenger seat once more, parked outside of the diner ...that was...gone. He woke up and noticed that the parking space that Hargolem had situated himself when he brought Tuck with him was the only space to stay at in the desolate, nature-claimed area. He felt a bit forlorn at the lack of sight but he not only had those demons on his mind and the memories of mowing through them and their libidos but his gut was still heavy with all of their seed.

He smiled to himself and rubbed his belly, hoping there was a lot more to demon cum than just leaving someone looking like a living lava lamp before he hauled himself back into his driver's seat and left the "parking space" that soon faded as his truck disappeared over the horizon.