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It was tempting to think about constructing an elaborate stage, complete with a captive audience and officials standing by to ensure that all the participants followed the unspoken rules of competition. But Sabel was pretty sure she liked this way better. After receiving that text, she knew she was up to the challenge, and she permitted them both a brief recovery period while they worked off some of the weight and drag of their respective meals. Her patience didn't last long. It wasn't out of anger or other emotions that she proudly trudged her way up to to Dairinn's office and burst right in, but rather she was fuelled and directed by a profound sense of focus.

There sat the rival boss, her hooves up on her desk, looking the picture of relaxation as she reclined in her steamed-up office. The smell of sex was immediately striking, though it was nothing the cheetah wasn't used to. She softly closed the door behind her and stood regarding the oryx in silence for a time. There they were, two sworn rivals, juices dribbling down their bodies, their assets enhanced by each other's best lieutenants. Sabel's balls swung lower, thicker, fatter, and Dairinn was just looking heavier all over thanks to all she consumed. Some of them had become inches upon her cock, but plenty more of them were simply padding her out all over. She could hardly be called fat, but after Jasmine and Lauren and Erica alike, she was certainly plumper than usual.

"So. Is that all? They said you were an old lady, but I expected someone who at least didn't look it."

Dairinn gave a soft snort at the taunt, and simply slumped forward in her seat.

"Yes, your best seemed to think the same. And then I digested them. Funny how it goes."

The oryx didn't rise from her chair just yet, sloshing as she slipped forward, resting her chin on her hand. Sabel approached, and still the antelope remained passive. She almost seemed to trust the cheetah, as foolish as that might have sounded in any other context. But if she was correct about her, then she knew Sabel wouldn't want to simply pull some sort of dirty trick to bring their confrontation to an abrupt close. This was about claiming ownership of not just the club, but the entire city. It wouldn't make near as interesting a story if she didn't prove what she could do before winning. Presuming she won, of course. Dairinn might have been heavy with prey-fat, but she still regarded her opponent with lively eyes, her energy far from gone even after all that exertion.

Though she had to admit, she did have a disadvantage. Her night had already been a busy one, and she was wearing no fewer than three lovely ladies on her curvy body. Sabel was only getting started. Dai could see the energy in those springy legs, could see the initial pulses running through the cheetah's drooping shaft. She didn't much feel like standing up, much less engaging in an intensely physical confrontation. Though what she lacked for particular stamina at the moment, she made up for with lust. Even after all that work, all that fucking and being fucked, she was still horny, still firming up even harder at the mere presence of the cheetah. The digested presence of the lioness in her nuts weighed heavy inside of her, ensuring she couldn't stop throbbing, especially once all those squirming solids had twitched their last and been properly processed into a meal for her sack. The full feeling made her balls clench up tight, looking smooth and sagging low, all but asking for some attention. Which Dai only encouraged with a small nod of her head downwards.

"You know how I earned all I have today, Sabel?" She spoke not confrontationally, but informatively. "On my knees. The most degrading things can be made powerful, if you seize control of them. Do you think you can do that?"

She leaned back, spreading her legs to let her balls hang down even lower, almost touching the ground as the cummified remains of the lioness slorshed around beneath the taut black skin. There were a few traces, a few little pieces that had softened but hadn't quite fully digested under the constant churning of the cum that stuffed her sack. Maybe she was slowing down, maybe she'd reached the point where her body just couldn't keep up anymore after exerting herself so thoroughly, unable to fully break down her prey. Sabel certainly noticed, as she got down to start taking in the heft and size of those fattened nuts, knowing they'd grown plump on the people she'd sent to take her down. But rather than express any sort of anger, she simply toyed with her foe, poking and prodding, then stroking, not bothering with being gentle even in places where the oryx might still have been sensitive from the strain.

Dairinn, for her part, didn't show much of a reaction to the teasing. Even when the cheetah pressed her palms against her belly and squeezed that accumulating fat that she was putting on from digesting Erica. Maybe she flinched a little, giving some soft gasps, but it wasn't long before that rival boss was going down on her. She knew Sabel wouldn't be able to resist such a challenge. Unestablished in such a region, the spotty cat still had plenty to prove, and she couldn't just tell everyone how potent she was. She had to demonstrate it, to herself as much as her enemy. That meant some very generous applications of her particularly tingly tongue, dragging that sandpapery slurper slickly down the crevice of Dairinn's fat black nuts, nudging up against the stubborn bulge of Lauren's hollowed out skull that simply refused to fully digest. If Sabel kept going with those licks like that, then that was how it was going to stay.

The oryx was already hard enough, though she was much firmer after just a few strokes of that devilishly pleasurable cheetah tongue sliding and scritching over her nuts. A good clench, and she was spurting, Not cumming yet, but it was enough of a mess to be compared to an orgasm, spraying out and coming down as a mist, a heated blanket lain over Sabel's shoulders and hair, marking her down in the initial layer of the oryx's scent. It was only going to get hotter and muskier in there once those two bodies really got going, but for the moment they were laid back, relaxed, simply sizing each other up while Sabel succinctly lapped at Dairinn's balls, thoroughly cleaning off the sweat that lingered there, drinking it right off the glistening skin, and slowly working her scritchy way up to the underside of that engorged zebra-like dick.

Sliding her way along its bottom, she licked Dai's dick from base to medial ring all in one smooth motion, streaking saliva along its shining surface before she made her way to the tip. She wasn't foolish. Even in such a relaxed state, the seemingly unassuming predator was still a dangerous predator, and if she was feeling sneaky, she could have slurped up the cheetah with nothing more than one good clench. That was if Sabel wasn't vigilant, wasn't perfectly controlled and focused in the way she administered those precise licks and kisses. She even dared get her muzzle right up against that deadly cockslit, dragging her tongue along its oozing surface, swiping the slippery mess right off and drinking it down. Her senses were awash with enough of that potently mind-melting oryx scent to leave the average slut drooling and submitting, but she just kept a firm, two-handed grip on that gigantic cock, keeping it steady, holding it exactly where she wanted to ensure Dai couldn't pull off any surprises or tricks.

Really, such deviancy was the last thing on Dairinn's mind as she slouched back in her big chair, letting herself forget about the competitive element of the moment and just enjoy herself. Of course, she had to be careful too. Even a cheetah down on her knees was a threat, if left to simply do her thing. For the time being, said thing was a simple matter of bathing her cocktip in kitty spit, even drooling on it just a touch as she pressed her tongue more firmly against that dripping slit, eating the precum right out of the oryx's flexing cockhole, gulping it down in throatfuls that proved so thick and satisfying she was unconsciously sighing after every swallow. It felt good savour such a taste, and the constant twitches of all that pitch black meat meant she was doing a good job. Because of course she was. She wasn't some amateur, and she knew exactly what she was doing, more than capable of getting someone off with her tongue and fingertips alone.

In fact, what was briefly a relaxing indulgence was becoming more intense for Dairinn. Sabel hadn't picked up the pace much, but those few licks alone were enough to bring her close to the edge. She sat up from her slumped position, reaching down to dig her fingers into Sabel's hair, running deep through those crimson locks until she was clutching at the cheetah's scalp. That let her thrust in her face some, bumping up against her muzzle. Anyone watching would have said the big cat was being unforgivably foolish, giving up such an advantage like that. One good shove, and their duel would have been over before it began. But Sabel continued on, confident in her ability to stroke and massage, to slurp and taste until orgasm became an irresistible urge Dairinn had no choice but to submit to.

At least she tried, but it was a losing effort. One hard pump of her cock, a motion of her hips, sliding her rump back and forth in her chair, and her shaft started to bulge at the base. Cum flowed so thick from those clenching nuts that her load made her dick expand, but it stopped just short of release when it hit a snag of sorts. That left Dai snorting out, stomping a hoof on the floor, shutting her eyes tight as she felt that blockage deny her the full orgasm she needed. Some of it managed to squirt out through the gaps, pasting over Sabel's body but doing nothing do dissuade the cheetah from holding such a position. Pressing her teeth together between words, the oryx spoke a soft suggestion to the cheetah, as if the question was perfectly innocent.

"Sabel, dear. Would you be so kind as to reach in there and help me out? You know I wouldn't end our business early, now. The rewards will be worth it. For us both."

The cheetah gave her a coy look, kneeling there with her expression partly blotted out by that thudding dick. The pressure alone was going to force that lodged bit of Lauren out soon enough, but it was more fun if Sabel did it herself. She swiped one last lick around that stretching cock, just to further torment the oryx as her orgasm remained locked in place, her balls pulling up tighter and tighter until they were perfectly round, snug against one another between her thighs. Only after that elaborate tease did she actually follow through. One big fist, and she was penetrating that cock, pushing her whole arm down until she hid the stopper. Though it was softer and squishier, Sabel knew a skull when she felt one. Soon, after enough groping around, she was plucking that skull right out, digging her fingers into the empty eye sockets like a bowling ball and tugging harshly back. After the pop there came the squelching glorrrrp and Sabel's world went white.

All that pressure, all that force of orgasm building up in Dairinn's balls, and finally releasing her cumshot was like shattering a dam. Sabel might as well have been struck by lightning for how thoroughly she was ruined in a matter of moments. She got as much as little rumble out, approving of what she saw before she was knocked flat by the forceful blow of oryx cum hitting her in the face. It poured all over her tits, her features, leaving her guzzling the stuff. Soon she was even sliding, knocked across the room as Dairinn wielded that potent tool like it was a weapon. She was hosing her down, hitting her with enough pressure to make a fire hose jealous, eventually plastering Sabel right back up against the opposite wall, sticking her there as if she was slathered in glue. But it was much more pleasant than that, her fur and hair sodden to the skin and scalp with that juicy, heavily musked cream that was the processed result of Lauren's digestion, deeply imbued with a richly arousing aroma that ensured Sabel was throbbing there in the flood of cream.

She needed a minute. Which was good, because so did Dairinn. When she stood up, she took a moment to rub up and down her form, getting a good feel for her added curves. She'd never had lizard before, or at least not in her rump. Even for all her meals and indulgences over her criminal career, she was still having new experiences. Despite all the scales, Erica had digested well, adding some pleasant extra squish to her tits, to her ass, and to her gut as well. She was the same shape as ever, just more so, padded and jiggling some as she walked, favouring her better leg. Though she didn't need her cane for the moment, the rush of orgasm and predatory success serving as an effective painkiller and leaving her steadier than usual. She walked right past Sabel's slathered form as she drooled there in the cum, slowly picking herself out, and opened the door to a small, private bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door behind her.

With the balance of power nicely shifted, and Sabel temporarily out of commission while she caught her breath, choked up some cum that was caught in her throat, and slowly pried herself out of the creamy mess, Dairinn could do anything she wanted. That meant she could put on a show, and there was very little Sabel could do to stop her protest. It was going to take some time before she was even on her feet again, given how slow her progress was. She at least managed to get a hand free to wipe at her face and see more clearly. Just in time for that crude display, as the naked oryx sat her thickened ass down on a broad, elaborate toilet. It almost looked too large for someone of her size, though given this wasn't any ordinary trip to the bathroom, it needed to be.

Dairinn could have simply sat down and taken care of the dirty business, but she saw the potential to tease. Running her fingers up and down her hips, she made sure Sabel was following her movements as she gratuitously squished deep into the added fat that she'd acquired from Erica. She gave a little moan when she made her way up to her tits, digging her fingers deep into the padded fat until she couldn't bear it anymore. Only then did she settle down, swinging her broad hips back and forth as she descended, offering Sabel a little wink.

"What was the lizard's name? I can't quite remember if I heard it. She tickled on the way in, I'll have you know. All those scales. But now - nnnf." She interrupted herself with a soft grunt as she began to squeeze. "Now, she feels just as smooth as anyone else. For the most part."

It took some grunting, a brief strain, but her body was certainly up to the task. Soon her thick donut of a hole was stretching out, expanding to let her deposit what remained of that digested lizard. She was hardly so threatening as a great big load of antelope shit, pushed out to splash below with a solid thud. Working someone down in the intestines wasn't quite as thorough as doing it the normal way, so there were plenty of traces here and there. Whether it was bits of hair that added some extra stimulation to the showy dump, or the chunks of bone that noisily clattered down to the bottom of the bowl. Those seemed like a recipe for clogging the pipes, but Dairinn simply reached up to tug a cord, sending the waste spiralling down below.

Not that she was done yet. It took several minutes of squeezing, working her rump numb while she hummed and wiggled there on the expansive seat. There was a whole lot of lizard to get rid of. Erica was fattened up on a meal of her own, after all, which made her all the more filling herself. Dairinn wore most of what she could take on her curves, but the rest, it was all just steaming crap to dispose of, drained down into the sewers in repeated with repeated flushes, all while she kept her eyes upon the cheetah, gauging her response. She couldn't help but put forth a few further teases.

"I like to think you respect me enough to send your best after me, Sabel," she said, and then glanced down. "What will you do now that I've turned your closest supporters into nothing more than a few orgasms and a great big dump?"

By then, Sabel had managed to pick herself up to her feet. She stood watching, her cock lightly twitching, not for arousal at what she was seeing, but merely the anticipation of what she was going to do to that cocky older lady as soon as she got a chance. Dairinn finished the process, got herself tidy once more with the help of a luxurious bidet, and stood washing her hands, humming to herself. Now and then she gave an aside glance to the cheetah looming increasingly closer, but for the most part she was regarding her reflection. Finally, she turned the tap off and dried her hands, flicking a bit of warm water in Sabel's direction with one hand as she closed the bathroom door with the other.

"They were good ones, yes. Loyal," Sabel conceded, though her expression remained neutral, displaying no particular angst at losing them. "But they can be replaced. Something I shall have no trouble doing once I've shown the city how easily I took you down."

"Well now. We shall see about that. It looks like you're ready to really start." Dairinn glanced down at that plumply twitching cheetah cock. "And I suppose it's only fair that I return the first favour. We'll keep everything equal, aye? That way, we'll really know who came out on top, in a manner of speaking."

Sabel didn't respond, but she didn't argue either. She simply stood in front of Dairinn, using both hands to stroke her cock to an intimidating size, one that could rival or even out-class the oryx's own, despite that equine dick being thickened by all the pre pumped down and then out of it. How such a monolith like the cheetah's dick was supposed to fit between her lips wasn't clear, and yet Dairinn was taking it to her mouth anyway, reaching out to grasp the tip and pull it towards her body. First she slid it up between her breasts, massaging up and down with her prey-enhanced cleavage, giving some squeezes as she tightly squished her tits together with both hands. Then she was sliding up and down, slightly lopsided given the motion was easier on one knee than the other. Eventually she knelt right down, pulling that cock down along with her, pointing it directly at her face she could soak in the musky offerings, in the spitting pre that came flinging forth with every horny clench of Sabel's muscles. The cheetah twitched from tip to balls, jiggling those cum-stocked tanks around, filling the room with juicy sounds. All she needed to do was get Dairinn down there, and it would be over in minutes, or maybe even seconds, at that point.

She didn't make her move yet. Why bother when her opponent was doing such a fine job of wearing herself out? Sabel could stand there and get her dick licked all day without losing any of that predatory strength. And Dairinn was already hobbling a bit, already losing her balance for a moment until she got herself steady. She did have a good tongue though. It wasn't nearly as precise nor as stimulating as Sabel's, or as any cat's, but it was big, it was sloppy, and it could apply some firm slurps across that thick tip, adding a hefty dose of saliva to the mix of juices trickling down Dairinn's chin and onto her tits. She slurped that cock outside and in, pushing her tongue right into that flexing slit, lapping at all the pre that pumped from there. It only got thicker under her attention, until she was wearing a heated mask, her features and fur smeared by the clinging layer of cheetah precum. Soon she was panting, having to take the occasional gasp through all that orifice-clogging mess.

Sabel had to smirk to herself a little. Dairinn had been watching earlier, right? Up there, all mysterious as a silhouette in the office window, surely she had seen exactly what happened to one of her servers who just happened to be in the vicinity of her post-meal cumshot. Yet that remained in doubt, simply for how freely she was dwelling near that thumping pink spire despite the first clenches of orgasm starting to tremble their way through Sabel's body. She continued on, letting herself glisten as she got hosed down, and Sabel just rutted forth harder and harder. Those jaws were hardly big enough to fit around her dick, but that didn't matter, because she knew exactly what she wanted to finish off her first cumshot. And quite possibly her last, given how potent she was.

She knelt down a little, and eventually pushed her weight into the oryx, finding Dai easy to topple. It was like the old antelope was hardly even trying to keep up with her physically. She was younger, faster, stronger, and she soon was sitting on Dai's fattened belly as she roughly fucked those two-tone tits, slopping a mess of pre all over the rival boss' face while she jammed back and forth at rising speed. Soon she was jiggling that whole prey animal's body with the force of her pumping cock, and just to add to the dominance of the moment, she parted her lips and let out a shrill snarl. She didn't have the roaring qualities of some of the other big cats, but she could certainly make noise, and flash her teeth in the process. If she was having any sort of instinctual effect on Dairinn, she couldn't tell, because the boss' face was a mess of juices and long, greying hair all unfurled and clinging to her features.

One good buck of her hips, and Sabel bottomed out between those fine breasts, arching her back, lashing her tail with a crack like a whip, and flexing taut all over. Then she was twitching, convulsing with an orgasm that sent her shuddering. It wasn't just the pleasure. There was also the rich anticipation of what she was about to do to that oryx. She was going to have a fate no more elegant than one of her waitresses, and it all started with that cum rushing up through the cheetah's dick. Sabel lunged back, making sure she could aim herself just right, squatting low over her rival and stroking at her shaft with blinding speed, unloading a fat shot of cum right between Dairinn's tits that hit so hard it splattered over near her entire body. Then she was treating herself like a hose, swinging her hips back and forth, making sure to be thorough, painting every single detail of the oryx stark white until she'd vanished beneath that sex-scented flood, completely encased in the cum that would be the last thing she ever felt. Or so Sabel thought.

Despite unloading the full force of her orgasm directly onto that vulnerable older woman, she wasn't seeing the results. She pumped out a few more ropes, getting those last few details that peeked out from the cream, leaving Dairinn completely coated and laying in a puddle of steaming spunk, but there was simply nothing. The oryx even went so far as to reach her arms up and rub it into her own fur, branding herself with the possessive mark of her foe. Once she got her tongue going, she cleared a spot for herself to breathe, and a shake of her head had her able to see as well. So there they both were, wearing each other's cum like an outfit, their cocks stiffening up as they lingered like that, gazing into each other's lust-soaked faces. For the moment, it looked like the cheetah had the advantage, looming over her fallen prey like that, and she wasn't going to squander such an opportunity.

"Resilient old girl," she chuckled. "I'll give you that. Let's see if you can fuck worth a damn."

Maybe it was an unusual way of asserting herself, but Sabel knew what she craved. That fat oryx dick was a daunting prospect, but every second it throbbed there in front of her, thick like a tree trunk, it felt like it was challenging her. It taunted her with its heft, with its glistening contours and that big fat flare that she knew would be incredibly stimulating to have inside of her. But that just meant it would be even more of an accomplishment, something to conquer, like a mountain that needed to be climbed. She took a firm hold, and found no protest, pulling that cock back and forth like she were working a gearshift for a few moments until she got into position. Sabel might have been the one pressing an oversized zebra dick up under her lifted tail, but in that moment, she was on top, doing all the movement, while Dairinn was simply flopped down there in a puddle of the cheetah's essence, forced to do nothing but soak up everything the big cat wanted to do with her.

It took a little grinding. The first few attempts had the cheetah simply slipping of the tip of Dai's dick, all that lube not helping matters much. It took her a concentrated effort just to get lined up so she could start putting on the pressure. And even then, she had some work to do. Her hole was flexible, but this meant spreading it out, little by little, sliding up and down, bouncing back and forth, until she finally started to make some tangible progress. A slick schlick flesh stretching and spreading, and then there was that gloriously satisfying POP as she got the head of Dai's cock inside. That had them both moaning, in something resembling unison for a second before Dai's became more of a deep, slightly raspy groan, and the cheetah was simply mewling. She even chirped a moment, before remembering herself and getting steady, planting her feet on either side of the oryx's hips while she lowered herself down.

Once she started making progress, it somehow seemed to get easier, even when that meant bulging her own gut with the shape of flaring oryx cock. She clamped down hard, nearly cumming on the spot when she got to the halfway point, swaying herself and making sure not to lose her balance. Dairinn didn't provide much help, even laying her arms behind her head, taking on an exaggeratedly relaxed posture that looked like she was teasing. Though she wasn't so relaxed when Sabel bottomed out, hitting the base and sitting snug and impaled to the core by that juicy dick. She had a clearly outline that showed most of its details bulging there in her white belly, reaching up to her tits and beyond, practically going all the way through her whole body before she began to rise up again. Without even using her hands for balance, just the strength of her thighs alone, she started riding the oryx, showing off an impressive feat of athleticism that the old prey animal with the wounded leg couldn't have possibly hoped to equal.

Their voices joined the solid SMACK of cheetah butt thumping down against Dai's hips once Sabel really picked up speed. She rode up and down about half that length at once, before she got those motions going faster, and faster. In truth, she was a blur to Dairinn by then. She was hardly watching. The sensations were taking over, making her kick a hoof, making her scrape the floor with her fingers before just bluntly pounding a fist down beside her. Tilting her head back to moan meant scratching her horns against the floor, probably leaving permanent marks, but she didn't mind. That cheetah booty felt amazing bouncing on her cock, two sets of predators balls colliding with each other with every stroke. Sabel was panting from the exertion, but mostly she was rumbling, purring her way through that juicy ride, the noise getting wetter and squelchier the more pre Dai shot right up into the spotted cat. It was already feeling like a bellyful, but Sabel was committed to taking it all, just to prove her body could.

She didn't have to wait long. From those big, lunging motions, she was instead down and drumming out a rapid blastbeat with her spotted ass, spanking herself against Dai's hips as fast as she possibly could while they both twitched their way to a peak together. In those moments, they appeared almost synced up, their bodies following a similarly brutal rhythm, panting and throbbing together while they rushed each other to climax. It wasn't really clear who made the other cum first. Whether it was Dai's flaring up and flexing up against Sabel's prostate, or the clench down on all that equine meat that really set them off, it didn't really matter. They both erupted, within a second of each other, the room filled with the breathy cries as they rocked, thumped, squeezed, and shook through another room-flooding orgasm.

Sabel hit the ceiling. That was the first rope of her overwhelming cumshot, and the next few hit the windows, painting them white, streaming down the glass and hinting to any who watched from below what exactly was going on in there. The ambient heat had the surrounding windows dripping with condensation, and so did it pour from both their bodies as they splattered the room with cum. It was gushing out from between the cheetah's cheeks too, her body simply unable to hold it all as Dairinn gushed forth with a load befitting of an equine, even if she wasn't fully one herself. She finally did something with with her hands, gripping tight onto the big cat's butt to make sure she didn't go anywhere as she emptied her balls completely into her belly. Sabel was stretched, bloated, rounded, and before long she was drooling cum down her chin as it made its way right through her overfilled body. But she'd painted down Dai's office in her scent in the process of milking that old antelope, so she was still chalking this one up as a win.

For the first time in a while, Dai's cock actually softened slightly. That was only after flexing its way through the last few trickles of her climax, ensuring the cheetah was just that much more overwhelmed with the gut-stuffing load inside her. Only then did she flop out, as Sabel laid herself back, looking for just a moment a little weakened, a little tired as she crawled her way off Dairinn's dick. Both of them were panting for a while. Sabel let her ass tighten back up as much as it could, clenching a couple times, squirting some cum out of her as she became like a waterfall in the middle of that ruined office. That private space had seen its share of depravity, but after this, the room was going to need some serious redecorating. If not renovations.

Breathless together, the two of them took just a few moments to recover themselves. Dairinn sat up in time, and Sabel did as well, leaving the two of them having a stare-off that was less about predatory intensity and more about seductively gazing into each other's eyes. Dairinn licked her lips slowly, getting some of the cum that had dribbled down there again, and Sabel gave a rumble, even blowing a kiss in the oryx's direction. Anybody watching would never have guessed that the two of them had a burning rivalry, to see the way they looked at each other, but this definitely wasn't ending peacefully. It was simply a matter of out-sexying each other.

"And what do you have in store for me after that, good cheetah?" Dai asked, sounding polite as could be.

"We're keeping this a fair fight, right?" the cheetah asserted, and when Dairinn nodded she went on. "So that means, it just makes sense that I get to cum in your ass now."

The oryx could only lightly chuckle, in her distinct way, before nodding her head.

"Don't tire yourself out, kitty," she teased.

Sabel just shot her a look. "Oh, believe me. I won't. I could fuck sluts like you all night, and digest them by morning. You're nothing I haven't had before."

Dai didn't seem outwardly irked. "Is that so? And it would take you until the morning to do so, even? Such a slow metabolism for a predator you must have."

The cheetah was not going to let herself be provoked. Instead, she just reached over to let her actions do the talking again. Taking hold of the oryx's hips, she leaned in, but not to shove her over this time. Instead, she twisted, and turned that ass right around so she could mount up on that black donut. Dai didn't resist such a thing, and for all her talk, she was in such a state that she couldn't manage to keep up on her hands and knees. She was soon sprawled, propping herself up on her elbows at least, letting the cheetah have free reign over her backside. Sabel made use of such freedom, sprawling over top of the oryx, giving a few predatory bites as if they were in the wild and she'd just chased down her prey. Those nips along the back of her neck and collarbone brought out some shivers from the herbivore, admittedly. Though she would have been quick to wave off such an instinctual reaction as simple arousal.

Sabel didn't do any harm with her teeth. This was about defeating her rival, not violence. Though such a thought could have been easily missed, given how rough she got with that weapon of hers, with that oversized cheetah dick grinding up between the cheeks of Dairinn's rump. Then she was humping, and forcefully, too, pinning Dai's own dick up between her breasts, letting her spurt pre in her own face as she gave some initial thrusts, just to take charge of the whole thing. Despite the swollen belly that kept her from full pressing down on the antelope's back, Sabel wasn't slowing down any, not yet. She showed off that stamina as she got herself fucking and smearing juices on that thick, dark ring beneath the oryx's paintbrush tail, just a few initial shoves already getting Dai firmed back up and ready for another round.

"Part of me wishes we had all your crew watching right now." Sabel leaned in close to whisper in Dairinn's ear. "Then every single one of them could hear all the bitchy sounds I'm going to fuck right out of you. They'll see what a whore for a good cock you really are."

"A good fuck doesn't tell me what a good fuck they're going to be, dear. They show me."

Dai gave a bump of her hips for emphasis, almost starting the penetration before Sabel was ready. The cat counted by ramming herself forth, rushing past that tight muscular resistance and sinking sweetly inside her rival. She didn't take her time, and didn't offer even a moment for Dai to adjust. Instead, she just keep shoving. It wasn't like that hole hadn't already experienced a hell of a stretch that evening, though even so, the roughness, the solid pounds of Sabel's heart reaching all the way down to the meat of her shaft, that was enough to get an embarrassing bleat out of the oryx. Sabel couldn't help but laugh at the sound, giving a particularly hard buck of her hips to bottom herself up and smack her nuts against Dai's own.

"You see? I already have you yelping for me. For all your elegance, you're still just an antelope, still just the meat of the savanna."

"That's good," Dai puffed. "I'll have to use that."

Without further warning, Sabel started fucking that oryx. It wasn't gentle, and there wasn't even any sort of momentum to it. She was hardly doing it for her own pleasure, but instead just rutting, acting like a feral animal as she bit and clawed and thudded harder and harder up against that clenching ring of black flesh, squeezing here and there when she wasn't scratching. She groped Dai's tits, played with her softened belly, spanked her ass to watch it jiggle, but most of all she just pounded again and again, driving down into the floor until it felt like she was trying to put a hole right through the office and send them tumbling out together onto the dance floor. That might have been suitably dramatic, but the room held steady, even if the windows were rattling ominously.

So too did the oryx hold steady, though not without making plenty of noise. She let out a few more of those distinctly unsexy bleats before she managed to settle down into more proper moaning. She certainly wasn't hiding anything, much less the pleasure she was experiencing. Before long, her dignified moans were becoming more like desperate whimpers, every thunk of the cheetah slamming her hips up against her ass, pumping her cock deep into her guts, bulging out her body from belly to tits, was one that audibly broke her just a little more. Her voice became a whine, a faint gasp, breathless and shaky as the cheetah rutted her like a breeding partner. She was certainly going to be as fat as one once that load erupted inside of her.

As for Sabel, she was demonstrating the utmost of energy. If she was flagging at all, it wasn't visible to any but the trained eye. Most importantly, she kept that pace firm and steady, her ears perking to listen to the driving song below, a particularly heavy one. The bass shook the windows along with her every thrust, and she synced up with the brutal drumbeat to punish that slicked up donut with everything she had. Faster, harder, and all the while keeping her teeth against the oryx's throat, not biting but just serving as a little reminder of who the real predator in town was. Though the little nips she gave here and there only served to keep the oryx throbbing, the slightest prick of fangs getting her spurting, loudly slopping pre across the floor as she got her ass fucked almost numb, just enough she could still feel the pleasure radiating up from her prostate but not the soreness that came with that harsh, enduring slap of the cat's body against her own.

"Cum for me, bitch-boss ... show me how much you love this rival dick shoved up in your butt."

It wasn't for the command that Dai did exactly as she was told. She simply couldn't hold on any longer. This was a test of overall stamina, but certainly not willpower. She clenched up tight on the cheetah, making her have trouble maintaining that ruthless speed for a few moments, and then a throb ran through her entire body, her cock bulging, her sack shaking with the force and effort required to churn up a cumshot worthy of the pleasure she felt. Soon she was painting herself, spraying right up past her face once she moved it aside, hitting the nearby wall with a heavy glssssh as she came and came, shooting hard, her body jolting upwards like an angry horse with a rider. But there was no bucking off the cheetah, who just swapped to short, rapid-fire fucks, back and forth a single sloppy inch between those cheeks, finally hitting her own peak herself, massaged out of her by the constant massage of the oryx's, rapid, orgasmic contractions wrapped all around her dick.

She didn't pull out, or even back, holding herself in all the way while she unloaded into shaking rival. Unlike the inelegant display Dairinn was putting on, Sabel gave little more than a mewl and a chirp as she hit her climax, a definite understatement given the utter eruption that followed. Her balls sloshed and bounce as they worked to milk out enough cum to overflow a bathtub, making Dai drool it as it worked up through her body hard enough it even trickled from her nostrils. She'd made an utter ruined mess of that sweating, salivating boss in moments, and she was still going, still cumming, bloating, stretching, overflowing, producing a steady spray of high-pressure cheetah seed right back out of that donut when there was simply no more room to possibly fit any more.

By the time she was done, slowly pulling out, once inch at a time, really teasing with the stimulation long before Dai was even ready, just to make her flinch and twitch, she'd ruined her. Dai was stretched to a pregnant looking state, mercifully managing to roll over onto her back and stare up at her rival with eyes that weren't seeing much of anything. Sabel squeezed out a few more squirts of jizz onto that dazed face, unable to keep herself from grinning at just how dumb she looked in those moments. Dai had been fucked absolutely stupid. Sabel had no doubt she could do anything she wanted with her in those moments, and she started with some simple teasing, reaching down to bat that equine dick back and forth, delighted in the overstimulated twitches it gave as she toyed with it.

That gave her a devious idea. She probably could have ended it right there with ease, but she was loving just how much Dai squirmed as she played with that oversensitive cock. It was supposed to be so potent, so infinitely capable of enduring absolutely everything its owner did. But Sabel had made her cum her brains out, and now Dai could apparently barely handle so simple as a handjob. She couldn't help but wonder how the oryx would react to something more intense. Like, say, a part of soft lips wrapped around her dick, slowly slipping all that overstimulated meat towards the back of her throat. It got even better when she added her tongue to the tease, dragging it hard against that glistening skin, bringing a sharp cry from the sprawled out antelope as she lay helplessly on the floor, exhausted and forced to endure everything Sabel wanted to do with her.

At that point, it was just a victory lap. She was showing off how much she still had in her reserves while Dairinn was utterly drained. That equine head flared big when she pushed it into her throat, but she didn't choke or gag, or even pause. She just kept gulping, letting it bulge in her neck, then her chest, swallowing down inch after inch no matter how hard it twitched, no matter how much Dai shook and whimpered from the pleasure she couldn't handle. Sabel was all steady even as Dai rattled and writhed, her body overtaken by spasms while the big cat calmly sucked her dick. Any judge would have looked at that moment and declared a clear winner. Sabel was fully in control, or at least, she was confident in such. That was probably why she didn't see it coming.

It hadn't really been an act. Dai really did need a moment to recover, for her sensitivity to go down so soon after a blissful orgasm like the one she had. But once the cheetah was halfway down her dick, she was just enjoying it again. She suppressed the moans she wanted to make, instead focusing on moving as subtly as possible. It might have looked silly, to have her ever so slowly raising her legs like that, moving them like they were big cats themselves slinking up on their prey. When she struck, Sabel was taken completely by surprise. One moment she was savouring her victory and getting one last taste of that exotic dick, and the next, she was entwined in the embrace of the oryx's thighs, finding herself completely wrapped up tight and pulled down deeper. Dairinn didn't stop squeezing until she'd made the cheetah swallow her entire cock, her balls snugly serving as a pillow for the shocked cat's chin. She wasn't letting go.

Facefucking someone from such an awkward position didn't make for the most leverage, but Dai made due. She looked like she was conducting some sort of elaborate exercise, thumping her way up into the cheetah's muzzle, plunging in and out of her gullet while the cat mmfed and slurked around that sloppy shaft. Her balls slapped into the cat over and over, giving some telltale throbs, bulging out forcefully, just to assure her that there was still plenty more they could give. She was making herself pant before long, but she was faring much better than the cheetah glurking down her pre, trying not to choke as she got that whole jaw-stretching dick shoving in and out of her throat, harder, deeper, wetter, slopping up a mess of mixed spit and pre to trickle down Dai's hips as she made use of that little surprise, of those dwindling reserves of energy.

Before she finished, she was going a little slower, but putting plenty of force into every plunge. Her breathing was just getting heavier, and she stretched out her legs a minute before pulling tight in an even harsher embrace. That had Sabel's nose shoved right up hard against her crotch, completely smothered in her sweaty and cum-soaked fur as she buried herself fully and let one last load jet out of her. Despite all the exertion, despite all her body had been through, despite her age, her weighted belly, the awkward position, everything that was working against her, Dai was no less potent. She blew a fat load right into the cheetah's belly, sending the excess straight up her throat to make the cat choke on it, finally releasing that deadly grip after a few seconds of bloating the cat so Sabel could get shot right off that dick by the force of how hard Dai was creaming her up. That equine spire became a fountain, raining down on the both of them with the last few ropes, misting up the air was the seed grew thinner with each spurt. The cheetah could only flop back, drooling, once she'd finished coughing and choking up all that spunk lodged in her gullet.

Both of them lay strewn near each other for a time, their bellies fat and pregnant looking, their breath coming in heavy, shuddering gasps. Neither of them had any sort of advantage like that. It was a double KO, where the first one to move was accomplishing the most impressive of feats. That turned out to be Dairinn, who managed, with no small effort, to struggle and squirm her way to a seated position. She looked over at the cheetah, and her glazed-over eyes, her tongue flopped out the side of her mouth, looking like she'd been hit by a truck, and not just, well, creamed. It took several minutes by that point for the oryx to crawl her way over to her, getting over top, pressing both their bellies together. The result was a hiccup from the cat, one that had her spitting some cum onto her tits. The oryx just belched softly, pressing a little more firmly for balance as she took hold of the cheetah's thighs.

"Nngh ... almost done."

She was trying for the usual laid-back and dignified tone she usually spoke in, but it was more of a desperate gasp, struggling to get even a single syllable out before she had to suck in more air. Still, that exhaustion didn't prevent her from accomplishing her goals. She took hold of one of the cheetah's paws, and tried to direct it towards the tip of her cock. Sabel resisted, tugging it away, and so she just tried with the other paw. That wasn't working either. One slip, one proper shove, and one of them was going inside the other. Sabel gave a few slow thrusts, jabbing her cock up near Dairinn's muzzle, and even managed to catch at the tip. For a moment, there was what seemed like a definitive clench, tugging the oryx forward, but she tugged away from that before she could get too deep. It could have been over right there, if not for the generous lube allowing her to schlurp right back out again.

Then they were rolling together. It looked like they were moving in slow motion, with everything so heavy, the both of them weighed down by each other's seed, their fur sodden with all the cum clinging to it. The cat got on top a moment, relishing in the position, only to find the oryx's thighs around her waist, forcing them back to neutral. They humped, they shoved, they rubbed cocks against one another, but neither of them could find a starting point. Each of them was hard enough to stuff the other down their dicks, but it just wasn't happening in that moment of low energy competition. Soon, they were wrestling their way to a new position, one that put them into a sensual sixty-nine, shoving and humping into each other's faces.

Dairinn had to admit, flopping around in the cum and sweat like that, she was out of her element. Sabel was stronger, if diminished, and for all her stamina, Dai really was exhausted. She couldn't force her way out of the position when she found herself smothered against the cheetah's nuts, even if she was the one on top. The cat used a trick of her own, locking her in with her thighs, keeping her head wrapped up as she forced her lower and lower. Eventually that meant getting her muzzle up against her asshole, and Sabel flexed hard with anticipation, knowing just how close she was. First a few squeezes, then the glorious catch as that tight ring got a grip on its prey. In went Dai's face, little by little, getting her completely smothered in musk as she was immersed in the darkness. There was just one problem. She still had those long, solid horns.

Sabel hadn't really been thinking about them. Maybe they'd break off with enough pressure, or such. But they remained strong, keeping Dai from sliding any deeper up her ass, no matter how hard she squeezed. That meant the oryx was getting her whole face subjected to repeated predatory clenches, hard enough they would have crushed her if not for how squishy her surroundings were. The cheetah just kept squeezing, but she was making exactly zero progress, and in those moments of scrambling, Dai simply eased her weight back, more and more, until she could take a firm, sweaty seat directly atop the Sabel's face. Soon she was popping free of that contracting prison, and instead subjecting the spotty cat into a thorough smothering, squishing that thick hole right against her lips.

Not that the cheetah didn't still have a few tricks left. She'd seen just how much Dairinn squirmed when she was feeling too many sensations, and if there was one thing that was stimulating, it was a feline tongue. Hardly an elegant solution, but it just might have worked. She dragged her slurps hard against that hole, paying no mind to making it feel good, just trying to tingle that ass as much as she possibly could. That got a good reaction in the form of the oryx lunging forward in surprise, the pleasure hitting her so suddenly she had no control over her hips. Such a thing might have been a good moment to escape, but she didn't give any time for that before she was coming right back down, balls first this time to smack and grind over the cat's face, immersing in that hot scent while she lustfully teabagged her intended prey.

Sabel kept on licking, but it wasn't dissuading the oryx anymore. Dairinn sat back, straight up, and pressed all her weight down at once on that soft cheetah muzzle. That included all the weight in her belly, that Sabel had put there herself. With a tremendously lewd squelch, she was slipping the cat into her rump, trapping her in the darkness, flexing all around her. And there were no horns to get in her way. She sank all the way down until she had her pucker squeezing around Sabel's throat like a collar, contracting hard as her cock shot some watery mess up into the air, arcing down clear across the room. A little more pressure, shoving herself down hard, and she was working on the cat's shoulders. There wasn't more Sabel could do at that point but shove back, and in such a state, she hardly even wanted to lift her arms.

Plus, there was a part of her that couldn't ignore how good it felt. Her soaked body, sliding up into those stretched-out depths, feeling them pulsing and closing in around her, it was a massage all over her body. Struggling was just a strain, her muscles aching, her body heaving with the heat and overexertion. All she had to do was nothing, and she'd smoothly slip up into that musky passage, taking in the scent that had admittedly enticed her, sloshing her way through her own cum in time. It would be just like slipping off to a hot summer nap, soaked and drained, and all the soreness would just melt away. Oh, she knew she shouldn't, and if her mind was her own in those moments she wouldn't have even considered submitting to such a defeat. But the hotter it got, the less her thoughts belonged to her, replaced instead by a weakened, used, broken cat who couldn't conceptualize much beyond immediate sensation. Why was she even questioning this, she asked herself, when it felt so good to feel those squeezes soothing her sore muscles. That passage was so dark, so warm, and it fit around her body so comfortably....

Whether or not she really submitted was irrelevant. She was stunned for long enough, delayed her reaction for those precious seconds, and Dairinn managed the decisive SCHLURP over her shoulders that sealed her fate. Even the oryx probably couldn't have stopped it by then. Her body sensed prey, slurping her way up that back passage, and that meant going into overdrive with what remained of her energy to ensure she'd be consumed. A flex, squelch, and she was dragging her in without even having to move from her position for a while. Once she got down to the cheetah's tits, she leaned forward a little to let those soft pillows squish inside, and the tip of Sabel's cock soon followed. Where once it had been a gut-bulging, hole-stretching tool, in its partly softened state it just got squeezed up the antelope's ass with the rest of the big cat. Though all the contracting pressure did get some good twitches out of the cheetah's dick, the last few throbs she was ever going to have as the sweaty process of eating her with that thick oryx ass continued onto her swollen tum.

That got some spurting going, the pressure too much for her body to bear. She was leaking cum from lips and rump alike, getting it slowly squished out of her. By then, the room was so thoroughly creamed and painted that a little more hardly contributed to the musky scene, but it was still a juicy additional mess while the oryx worked on consuming the cheetah whole. Sabel was - could it even be called squirming anymore? It wasn't for lack of effort, or for a sense of submission. Her body was simply giving in, breaking in the sweltering heat of that tight rear, her face winding up into lower intestines and bulging out Dai's rounded belly even further. That was where the old boss kept her hands, possessively kneading at that thickened gut of hers, feeling up the bulges of her rival turned prey as she slurked more and more of that spotted body inside of her.

Technically, there was still a chance for Sabel to escape. But with her cock fully shoved up in that fine donut pucker, and her waist and ass slowly becoming a bulge in Dai's sagging gut, there wasn't much she could do anymore. She could kick, but her legs were so tired, the heat stifling out those higher thoughts until she was little more than a simple husk, a twitching piece of kitty meat, getting sucked away and getting tightly caught up beneath that lifted tail. The oryx eventually had to lean forward, getting on her hands and knees, her strength wavering slightly as she struggled to even hold herself up. She eventually had to use her belly for support, laying right atop Sabel. That just meant the cheetah's face was getting squished against the slippery walls around her all the firmer, leaving her with less air, less room to gasp and pant in the overwhelming furnace that was that prey animal's thick ass.

There were only a pair of legs left to slurp up by then, along with a flicking tail. It moved less and less as Dai made progress, until there was just a pair of curling toes sticking out of her well-stretched donut. Her cock was squishing up against her sagging got, pinned beneath its weight, but she couldn't muster the energy to do anything about that growing arousal. She just let it throb away, thumping right in Sabel's face. It was hard to say if the cheetah noticed anymore, or whether she was aware of anything at all. She was simply a drooling buttsnack, hardly carrying the same elegance she'd brought with her when she entered the club. Naked, soaked, her fur mussed and ruined, her rump dripping with the oryx's cum, she was the picture of a ruined, defeated slut. Though, so was Dairinn, really. She was just the one on the outside.

To her credit, Sabel was a lot more active than most prey in that exact position. A moment of clarity struck her in those fleeting seconds of consciousness, some part of her that hadn't yet been fully clouded over by the heat and musk still awake and knowing she was in a bad spot. That resulted in a few last kicks and struggles that really made Dai's heft jiggle about. She was sloshing too, even eventually catching a case of the hiccups. She jolted with each one, drooling a bit of cum, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand. And then with a concentrated, she put an end to all that, flexing down taut, giving a solid squish to the cat's body as she sucked the rest of her away. A little splash of cum flicking off the tip of the cheetah's tail, and away Sabel went, sealed away behind that clenching pucker, as it tightened up behind her, as if never stretched to such obscene size. Dairinn was built for this. Or trained, perhaps.

Either way, there she was, slumping back with her belly full of vaguely-moving prey. It wasn't that Sabel had given up, but it simply wasn't possible to move or kick much when she was caught up in the impossibly tight confines of the oryx's intestines. Just like so much other prey. It shouldn't have even been possible to fit her in there without breaking something, but Dai's body demonstrated the perfect elasticity to turn the cheetah into nothing more than an ample bulge for her tits to rest atop, and her dick to squish up against, spurting some pre up into the air to rain down over the quietly triumphant scene. One more wiggle jolted the fat antelope's body, and only to be answered by a definitive glurrrrrp that asserted it was the oryx's body that was in charge, and so the messy conversion of sexy kitty into oryx fat began in earnest, loudly glorping all around those spots, working up into a sloppy glrrt glrrt glrrt as her intestines rapidly massaged all around the feline's defeated form.

If some sort of celebration was in order, it was going to have to wait. Dairinn was in need of a rest. She wasn't so much exhausted as she was completely, utterly able to sustain consciousness any longer. She keeled right over, her hooves kicking up in the air, her prey-filled gut swinging back and forth, hardly ever seeming to stop wobbling. A yawn overtook her, stretching her jaw out until it gave a small click, leaving her rubbing at it as she smacked her lips. Then she closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, and let sleep overtake her not like a cozy blanket, but like an ocean pouring over her at once, knocking her out cold in seconds as she plummeted into that supremely satisfying post-prey coma, leaving it up to her body to do the rest of the work and soften down that cheetah while she recovered.

Sabel wasn't far behind. Except, this wasn't a blissful nap, so much as approaching oblivion. She could hardly feel afraid or overly distressed when she was immersed in pure squelching innards, the heat lulling her to simply slump. Besides, there wasn't anything she could do. Her body was already breaking down, already softening down to mush in parts. It was irreversible damage, ensuring she would never be the cheetah she was before when she emerged. She couldn't help but give a few more twitches as she faded, but that was the last sign of life from her body. The rest was simply simmering, digesting inside the old boss' gut, her takeover ending in a series of particularly messy schlorps that had her less and less resembling a cat with every minute gone by. Or had it been hours by then? Her sense of time was gone along with the rest of her mind, and Dairinn simply slept on, her snoring not comparing to the cacophony of wet and squishy noise from her bulging belly.

Waking was a slow process for her. Her body needed time to repair after such an exertion. All was quiet in the meantime. No one dared to disturb her, even as she slept into the morning and then the night. It was near a full day of utter unconsciousness before she rose. The city went on as normal, though she surely had a thousand or so messages to respond to. Such things could wait. She pulled herself slowly to her hooves, the effort alone like a workout, given all the extra weight jiggling on her curves. Where yesterday she'd been simply bulging, engorged with prey, now she was pleasantly plump, padded in all the perfect ways, kicking up her usual shapely form into something mythical, something truly excessive yet balanced for all its excess. She swiped a few dozen cluttered notifications off the screen of her discarded phone, and instead thumbed down to photo mode. Then she set it to video. She had hidden cameras set up all over her office, but the bathroom remained private, and she didn't want any of Sabel's remaining supporters to miss the grand finale of their showdown.

This one was special. Unlike Erica, who had tickled on the way in, Sabel was nothing both smooth and sultry to ingest. Now that she was done digesting, melted down and absorbed, padded onto the oryx's tits and ass and thighs, she was nothing but a silky dump to squeeze out of that ravenous pucker. There was plenty of her fur and hair left, streaked through the brown mess that slowly pushed out. It didn't take any particular squeezing or straining. She'd digested perfectly, leaving Dairinn shitting her own smoothly and pleasantly, occasionally giving a pleased huff as she winked towards the camera. She sat up straight, and occasionally ran her fingers slowly along the enhancements all that prey-fat had given her, remaining as dignified as one could look while in the process of taking a dump so massive it required multiple flushes.

"I would hope that this is a lesson to any of those out there who have considered moving in, but as Sabel here demonstrated, you never learn." A slight grunt escaped her as a semi-solid bone stretched her a little on the way out. "I have to say, I am not complaining. It feels so good to shit someone out, knowing they had pictured themselves right here, in this exact position. Why simply prey upon those you desire when you can devour those you have defeated?"

She cleared her throat, and flexed a little harder, slumping forward as her hole began to expand around the waste-packed cheetah skull. Most of its teeth had fallen out or simply been filed down by digestion, leaving all its sharp edges gone. It was smoothed over and hollowed, but still mostly whole but for a few cracks. It gave an impressive splash as it thudded down below, cracking a little more once it hit the porcelain. Dairinn didn't bother looking down on it, simply tugging the cord once more as she piled up even more upon it, burying it in moments before it went swirling down below, breaking in two in the pipes, vanishing to join with Erica and anyone else who'd been flushed that evening.

When she was done, she reached over for the phone to end the video. That, along with the bits the office cameras had captured would make for a powerful bit of dominance, sent out to the right people. After some careful editing, of course. She could leave out the parts where she looked like she might have been particularly vulnerable, or close to losing. Sabel had been close, closer than any had ever come. But now that ambitious cheetah was some wobble on her tits, some extra squish on her ass, some bouncing fat on her thickened belly. She was going to need a trip home for a shower, as well as some fresh clothes tailored to fit her temporarily heftier form. That weight would fade away, in time, and she'd be herself again, and that cat was going to remain in the sewers for good. But Dai couldn't fault her for trying. The competition had been lovely, the sex exquisite, and the act of digesting and dumping her out at last after going back and forth for so long, had been truly divine. She could only hope her next challenger was half as entertaining, but maybe that was being spoiled.