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Plenty of stations earned a reputation for crime and depravity out there in uncharted, lawless space, but only one truly earned the right to call itself real Den of Sin. That was no nickname, but the official title of the illegal station where the surviving mercenaries docked after their daring escape was exactly that. There was no better place to find every sort of illegal substance, activity, or trade in the whole galaxy. Parts of it were so dangerous that having a weapon at one's side was hardly adequate. They needed to be unholstered and threateningly pointed towards every stranger who approached. But Sabel knew the perfect place where they could crash for the night, or a few nights if need be. After all, they were celebrating, so why not start spending their future fortune?

Sabel had been in a stupendous mood ever since they'd lifted off that cursed planet. And why shouldn't she have been? Somehow her whole team had managed to make it out intact, and they had the artifact safely with them. It was safe and secure in the ship's vault. Blowing up the entire vessel wouldn't have even got it out of there. No hacker could crack it, and it could withstand a blast from an orbital cannon. Plus, every time it was opened was registered in the ship's log, so it wasn't like any of the crew could have stolen it for themselves without her knowing. As far as she was concerned, she had made out like a bandit. More than she already was. And the icing on the cake was just how much she'd weakened one of her old rivals in the process.

Krasnya was in no such positive mood, needless to say. She'd lost good people, loyal members of her crew. Plus there was the money she'd lost hiring freelancers who hadn't even survived to see the artifact itself. It was all enough to leave the coyote steaming, shooting a glare towards the back of the cheetah's head now and then, but she kept her grievances silent for the duration of the journey. She didn't say much at all, standing with the survivors, including the dragoness and the leopardess she'd just hired. Looked like Mahiri was getting a promotion to a regular part of her crew with the new absences. She'd performed relatively admirably down on the planet's surface after all. But Kras was hardly thinking about the future so much as she was considering the present, her eyes darting not over her own crew, but over Sabel's. It wasn't fair what had happened down there. She was going to have to settle the score somehow.

When they docked, Sabel led the way as usual, stretching her arms out as she introduced the rest of them to the station, as if they didn't already know it well.

"Alright, bisches! Spread out. Have some fun. Relax. Whatever. I don't care what you get up to. Just don't say a goddamn word about what we just did, and we're good. Oh, and stay the hell out of sector E. I'm not paying for your funeral."

Kras still wasn't speaking, and eventually Mahiri stepped in to cautiously clear her throat and chime in.

"How do we know when to reconvene?"

The cheetah shrugged. "I'll give you the signal."

"What signal?"

"You'll know."

That was all they were getting out of her. She was already moving off, very sure of where she was headed. The rest of them fanned out and did their best to look inconspicuous, blending in among the shady weapons dealers, or slipping in for depraved entertainment of their choice. It was best they weren't seen as a group for the time being. No doubt there were going to be people tracking a group of mercenaries, but aside from Sabel herself, nobody was notorious enough to be recognized at a mere glance. Maybe Krasnya. She vanished into a shadowy part of the station as soon as the group split up, and soon was out of touch with everyone else. Sabel didn't think much of it. The coyote could go fuss all she wanted for all she cared. What she was focused on was getting to the section owned by an old friend of hers. One who owed her a favour.

All it took was stepping over a boundary line, and everything changed. Nobody was sizing her up, or following her anymore. They knew who she was. It wasn't necessarily respect for the cheetah herself that drove them to nods of acknowledgement, but rather for their boss. As soon as word was out that she was a guest of honour on that side of the station, and all the thugs and enforcers lining the halls immediately stepped down, letting her pass. She could get used to that kind of royal treatment. There was no need for her to ask for directions. All she had to to find "The Boss" was head in the direction of the music, pumping and thudding like the whole station were rigged to blow at any moment.

It was no place to be classy. There were other establishments, on other stations, owned by the old boss if someone was looking for something upscale and dignified. This was a place of sensation, and indulgence. The pounding rhythms and searing light shows were the kinds of things that could have sent the unprepared into a seizure. Some might have called it garish, overwhelming, even obnoxious, but they didn't know how to party, as far as Sabel was concerned. If there was a pleasure of the flesh that one craved, they could find it there, right there in the Oasis among the stars. On some nights, it was a quiet place to drink, like a slice of life from centuries past. The owner seemed set on preserving the old style, enforcing the rules strictly, ensuring it was a place for professionals and cunning traders all throughout the galaxy. But on weekends, it transformed instead into a place of utter depravity, evolving with the times, serving as a paradise for those who sought a raunchy time. Sabel was one of those people.

There were at least thousand strip joints in the regulated parts of space, and some of them were even good. If Sabel was looking for a lap dance from some busty vixen, there were dozens of safer, more legal options out there. But none of them catered to her particular brand of depravity like that place. The bodies bathed in neon were shaped like goddesses of fertility, with curves truly off the charts, tits that bounced about with their every movement, bigger than their head each. They had asses like planets, rounded, jiggly, and absolutely perfect for squeezing. And they didn't even bother to hide how it was they maintained their gorgeous figures. That was all part of the draw. Squished up against those poles, or hanging low between juicy thighs, those strippers openly digested unfortunate victims all as part of the show. Maybe they were people who tried to skip out on payments, or who crossed the owner in some way or another. Maybe they just had the ill-advised idea of looking tasty in an establishment with such a reputation.

One might think that the last thing Sabel would have wanted to see after the experience that day was even more people getting melted down right before her eyes, pushing and kicking out on churning bellies, or softening up in clenching sacks. But, it wasn't like she'd lost any of her own people. She was celebrating, and this was exactly how she chose to celebrate. Besides, her name was known around those parts. Rumour had it that she'd even worked the pole before herself, to pay off a debt. But she could neither confirm nor deny such tales. As much as she would have loved to sit down by the stage and take in the show of those gorgeous ladies churning down into curves and fat, but she had something even better in mind. Marching right past the bulky security, she stepped onto the lifting platform and let it carry her up towards the boss' office, not even bothering to knock.

The old boss didn't seem especially surprised to see her. She shouldn't have been. Whether it was the sensors and security registering the cheetah's presence from the moment she landed on the station, or just the word of mouth passed between her henchmen, things had a way of getting to her, and quickly. Sabel caught that sultry older oryx in a moment of relaxation. Where usually Dairinn might have been seated behind her desk, dressed in her finest, looking far too classy to ever be seen in such a seedy establishment as the one just below, she was instead sprawled on a cushy couch, her legs stretched out, her thighs spread to accommodate the massive pair of glossy back nuts currently churning down a few remaining bulges of what used to be a person. Or maybe several people. It was impossible to tell anymore.

"Boss," Sabel said in greeting, adding a teasing tone to the term. "Dealing with some sluts?"

"They never learn." Dairinn didn't rise from her position, though she did at least turn her head towards the cheetah. Bothering that much was a pretty considerable sign of respect, for those who knew her. "Are there not better places to start trouble? Everyone fancies themselves a dashing rogue these days, taking as they like, doing as they please, as if no one will ever dare to stop them. Nobody's willing to settle down and run an honest business."

"Mm. Mhmm." Sabel couldn't help but chuckle. She knew well the oryx was involved in all matters of highly illegal activities by the time she got out of bed in the morning. But she wasn't about to point it out right then. This was Dairinn's turf, and it was only polite to show a little respect when walking into someone's domain. To an extent. That old herbivore still owed her a favour.

"So, you remember those vandals I tracked down for you last year?"

That was enough to make Dairinn sit up, albeit slowly. Her nuts gave a heavy slosh with the slightest movement, and soon churned their way to a sudden, intense clench that smoothed over some of the remaining solid pieces. Whoever they'd been in there, they weren't anymore. Dai's nuts were sagging right down to the floor as she sat on the side of the couch, rounding out to a perfectly shiny shape. They were enough to break even the more steady of gazes, and Sabel wasn't even bothering to hide that she was staring at them. It almost made her lose her train of thought until the oryx spoke.

"Indeed. What of them?"

"Nothing. It's just - let's say I need a quiet place for the night. With someone warm and horny. We could call it even."

Sabel watched as the oryx mulled it over some, her body language rigid at first, then more loose as she tipped her head to the side and gave an accepting nod.

"That seems fair to me. A favour for a favour. You can have your pick of the dancers, and of course, you will be protected from ... whatever it is you've thrown yourself into, this time."

"Could be big. But that's all I'm saying." Sabel held up her hands.

Dairinn gave a curt nod, while squeezing the base of her half-hard dick, making it twitch a bit while her balls loudly jostled their contents. "Your secrets are your own. If I needed to know, I would have already known."

"That's why I've always liked you. Just one thing." The cheetah's face was overtaken by a huge grin.

"Ask."

"I don't want one of your girls. I was hoping for a night with you."

Dairinn arched a brow, though the smirk on her lips was a pleasant one.

"Flattering, but you and I both know my dancing days are over, Sabel."

The cheetah wasn't going to be dissuaded that easily. She tapped on her wrist a few times, and went ahead and started a generous credits transfer.

"And I am not one for selling myself," the oryx continued, more sternly.

Sabel just shrugged at that and gave a few more taps, her personal device giving a distinct beep. All it took was multiplying that amount by ten to get the oryx's eyes to light up. She laughed more heartily this time.

"Are you planning to blast yourself out the airlock when we're done? That's the kind of money I'd expect to see in an inheritance, Sabel. Not a wild night out."

"And it's all yours now. No takebacks. We have a deal?" The cat hadn't stopped beaming.

"Hm. At this point, fucking your brains out is less of a deal, and more of an investment."

That was what the cheetah wanted to hear, and she ripped into some cackling laughter.

"Hey! Who says you're gonna do all the fucking? I paid good money for that ass."

"We shall see about that."

Dairinn might have been much older than Sabel, but there was a spark in those brown eyes of hers. She stood up with surprising speed, hardly seeming to show any trouble with the leg that usually kept her hobbling about with a cane. Not even the substantial weight of her sagging balls, filled to brimming with melted-down prey, sloshing and bouncing about generously with the sudden movement could slow her down. Sabel had always wondered if she was faking that limp to make people underestimate her, but it could very well have been that she could forget all about the pain when she was properly invigorated like that. That fat, pitch black zebra dick was already firming up right before her eyes, pumping out such a steady drip of pre that it was truly imposing, dripping down onto the floor, already forming a puddle.

Dairinn didn't seem to care about making a mess of her office. That was even more obvious when she broadly gestured to the sensor, and the wall opened up, folding out an expansive bed that took up at least a third of the room itself. There was plenty of room for the both of them, and she wasn't wasting time. No sooner had she risen, and she was pushing herself into the cheetah's waiting form, bowling her over to get on top of her, using the weight of her fat balls to weigh her down. Sabel got a good huff of that warm oryx musk before long, her jumpsuit still covering her bulge as it grew, and she didn't get much of a chance to say anything but she was mmfing, muffled by that gigantic sack, pinned beneath its weight as she shoved and squirmed under that overwhelming teabagging. Not that she was complaining.

The oryx worked her face, and mush of her upper body in the process, completely encompassing them with those bare black balls, rubbing them over the cheetah's muzzle and encouraging Sabel to lick. She got her wish in time, feeling that tingly feline tongue working along the shiny skin of her nuts while the loudly splashed about their contents. Now and then they clenched down even harder, as if to squeeze it all out then and there, sending a spurting throb all the way up her shaft, reaching the tip and making it flare out, her slit spreading just to let all that pre spurt out at once. It oozed out, splattering the wall, soaking into the sheets and pillows. The bed already smelled like oryx musk as it was, and it was a good scent, one only getting thicker and hotter the longer Sabel stayed under that sack, feeling it churning on her face, reminding her of just how many people she'd melted down for business or for pleasure in the past. Not that the cheetah herself was any slouch in that department.

They weren't anywhere close to 'normal' size, but those balls had tightened up enough they at least weren't as much of a burden. Dairinn remained where she was for a time, lazily smothering the cheetah, getting the worship she silently demanded in return. There wasn't much air to breathe, but Sabel made the most of it, working her tongue up and down, slobbering and slathering over those fine nuts. She could feel the ball-bloating load beneath that skin, swishing around with the slightest moment. With time, she got even more generous, adding some deep massages with her fingers and palms, really kneading deep into that titanic sack. She got her nose up against it too, breathing in the musk, getting herself all drunk on it. That was better than any drink they might have poured downstairs at the bar. And even better, even if someone did walk in looking for her in that moment, they would have hardly even seen her. All that was visible was a pair of legs sticking out from beneath an absolutely massive pair of oryx nuts. They could have belonged to anyone.

Dai kept up the solid teabagging for a while, though it wasn't out of any effort to humiliate the cheetah. She knew they both loved that kind of thing. Only when Sabel was starting to get short enough on air that her eager licks were slowing did that oryx finally let up, letting the big cat gasp her way back to normal. Though she didn't give her long. Despite the weight of those nuts, and her age, Dairinn moved with such surprising dexterity when she was horny. Sabel had seen it before. And so too had she seen that plump, thick black donut hole beneath her tail. She knew it well. She'd been craving it. And she got her exact wish when she got that fine, tricolour ass smothering down on her face, a pair of prey-padded nuts squishing her tits and belly, and a firm, hot asshole shoved right up against her muzzle as if to kiss. She went ahead and laid a big fat smooch on that fine ring just to make it absolutely clear she had no qualms about eating out some oryx ass. It was the most she'd ever spent just to fuck someone, and it was already worth it.

She knew she wasn't getting out of that smother without digging deep and eating that sweat-sheened hole, so she just reached up and wrapped her hands around those broad hips, squeezing in tight, even possessively. Dai wasn't getting up anytime soon, and that was good, because Dai wasn't going to let her. Not until she'd given that ass a thorough tonguing, shoving right inside, curling and using the tingly texture of a feline slurper to its fullest extent. That old boss was a pretty steady lady and all, but even she could resist groaning out, getting her ass eaten by an expert like that. Sabel was tongue-fucking her, practically shoving her entire muzzle inside as she forcefully grasped those hips and urgently stuffed her face beneath that paintbrush tail. She was sloppily working in and out, stroking the smooth insides of the oryx's backside, making her tingly, drooling on her, and she only withdrew to gasp enough to keep her going. A few swipes of the sweat clinging to that thick rim and she was back to it, getting that fat oryx dick tense, clenching, spurting even. Dai shot pre as far as the window looking down over her club, clear on the other side of the room. The musky spatter clung to the glass, thickly slipping down to pool and steam upon the floor.

As much as she would have been content to ride that tongue until she erupted all over her office, she wasn't going to let the cheetah get away with making her cum that easily. A glance back, and she chuckled when she had to physically pry the cat from under her ass. Sabel was latched on and didn't give up easily, only giving up when she felt how urgent that grip really was.

"You're as good an ass-eater as I remember, cat. In fact, I might even be so generous as to return the favour before I fuck you full of these churned-up morons."

The way she spoke the last word of her sentence, spitting out out with forceful contempt, told Sabel just how little she cared for those she'd melted down in her balls. Of course, that might have seemed obvious, seeing as she'd wiped them out of existence. But she did that to plenty of people with hardly more justification than it might feel good. It took a lot to truly anger her, Sabel knew that much. But she wasn't worried about that. She just turned her ass over when Dai got off her and lifted her tail, giving that old herbivore full access to a juicy kitty booty, rowling and purring when the oryx smacked it around a few times just to watch it jiggle.

She was skeptical at first. Would could really hope to tongue a butt quite like her? Dairinn was no feline, and lacked the tingly touch of a cat's tongue. But she made up for it by having a nice, thick, wet slurper, one that delved beneath the cheetah's tail with grace, sleekly sliding along her taint and working her balls from the back a few times before slipping back up for the prime target. Dai put one firm palm between Sabel's shoulder blades while she got to eating, working her tongue back and forth in steady, sloppy strokes, really getting the drool flowing before long. Sabel was resistant at first, trying not to show her hand too quickly and give away just how good it felt, but she didn't last long. A few good seconds of wet ass-eating from the boss, and she was showing her fangs, closing her eyes, flattening her ears as she settled into a delighted mrowwwwl that endured all throughout the sinful pleasure of getting absolutely reamed by that broad tongue. Of course, that was hardly even the start of just how rough that tight hole was going to get treated, once Dairinn was done with her.

There really was no question of who was going to be on top first. With a sack that fat, Dai absolutely needed somewhere to unload it. And it would have been such a waste just to paint the ceiling with it while the cheetah fucked her, as amusing as that would have been to see. Sabel could feel that spire stiffly grinding along her spots, smearing pre through her fur as Dai moved towards her cheek. She was already near to giving Sabel a facial, just grinding the tip of her dick along the cheetah's cheek, covering half her face in precum thick enough to choke on. The flavour was just as intense as the scent, making her blank out for half a second before her senses could even register it. Then she was licking from that slit, drinking it down, even chugging for just how copious the mess was. She stuffed her face against that slit, even letting her muzzle slip inside slightly, knowing full well of the danger at trusting Dairinn with such a thing. The clamp came, but the oryx wasn't sucking her down, content to just make an utter mess of the cat's features while she oozed pre right down Sabel's throat, making that white fur bulge with the effort of gulping down the musky stuff straight from the tap. And that was just the pre, just the early warning signs of an absolutely catastrophic orgasm building up. Sabel didn't get much time to consider whether she could even take it before the oryx was mounting up behind her. Looked like that decision was already made for her.

She wasn't afraid of a dick that size, at least. Lubed up like that, absolutely soaking in her own fluids, there wasn't going to be any trouble getting inside that tight cheetah. Dai pressed her flare against Sabel's rim, then put on more and more pressure, slowly spreading her out, sinking forward a little at a time. She was gentle at first, but that lasted for all of ten seconds. As soon as she popped that fat flare inside, leaving the cheetah yelping at the size of it expanding within her, she went sinking forth and just stuffed that tight cat, stretching her out immediately, shoving and forcing it in with all that lube to help her along the way. She was making more with every twitch of her cock, pumping it inside, helping to make her journey to balls-deep even smoother. And she didn't much care if the cheetah's belly was already stretched with the outline of that fat zebra dick. She was going all the way.

Sabel couldn't help but give a cheetah chirp when she felt those massive nuts slap against her ass and the back of her thighs, indicating that the oryx had finally bottomed out inside her. She more like a condom than a cat in those moments, and swore she could even taste that precum for how deeply she was penetrated. Dai held that position for a time, letting the twitches and throbs of her pulsing cock stimulate the cheetah's insides. That bulging flare, that expanding medial ring, all those thick veins, it was enough activity to make her cum even if Dai didn't bother to thrust. But she certainly did. There was no sign of slowness to those hips as she drew back and set to plowing. In an instant, she was pounding the cheetah, making her mrowl, shriek, even snarl. All that sound just spilled out of her to blend in with the squeaking of the bed, and the harsh PLAP of fat oryx balls jostling back and forth, spanking Sabel's ass numb while she got positively rutted by that old crime lord.

The cheetah felt like she'd drifted out to space once Dai really got going. She grabbed a nearby pillow and pretty much ate the whole thing in the process of biting into it, muffling her cries as she got her ass utterly thumped silly by that big fat oryx dick. It stretched her belly as much as it did her rear, and the impact rattled through her whole body. The boss wasn't being gentle with her. If anything she was working as if she intended to destroy the cheetah. But Sabel didn't fault her for that. She'd paid good money to get ruined by that hot herbivore. More money than she should have ever spent at once. But that was just how sure she was about her victory. Money would become meaningless once she cashed in on that contract. There was no reason she couldn't throw around a few million credits just to get her ass reamed.

"Unnngh... fuck! You old bitch. You can go harder."

Sabel knew well she shouldn't have been throwing around insults like that, but they were said with a purpose. She wanted to see if she could get Dai worked up. Even more than she was already, anyway. At first it seemed like she wasn't even going to react, staying slow but firm, pounding down like a machine in even, controlled strokes. But she couldn't help herself. Leaning in, she locked her flat teeth right around the cheetah's scruff, biting hard on that sensitive loose skin, using it as a handle as she lifted her ass up and set to properly ruining her old friend (and one-time rival) in a series of absolutely brutal thrusts. Sabel couldn't even tell one from the other once they really got going, blending into a constant pounding that felt impossibly fast. Especially for somebody of Dairinn's age. But sometimes the ass was just that good, just that fuckable, and Dai kept on plowing between those spotty cheeks until Sabel really couldn't help but start clenching down, start milking the oryx towards orgasm as her own seized control of her body, sending her spiralling to an utter explosion that felt as if it might be her utter end.

No such tragedy befell her. Instead, she just tilted her head back, squishing into Dai's body, and erupted as hard as she could. While she cummed her brains out, hosing herself and the bed down in thick cheetah jizz, she clamped on that dick inside her, leaving Dai with really no choice but to blow her load right in that very moment. She didn't give much warning either. A snort of steam like a bull, and she buried herself deep and let it all out at once. Her cock recoiled like a shotgun from the sheer force of the blast, and Sabel went from hot to absolutely sweltering as the warmth spread through her. Cum filled her gut and stretched her out, overflowing from her ass, but not before she was actually drooling it. Her body transformed into a balloon within seconds, bloating and stretching, rounding out as if she might simply pop. Dai was putting out gallons of hot spunk, pouring it out, spraying it deep beneath that spotty tail until she'd unloaded so much she couldn't even fit it inside anymore. Either she pulled out or she was going to burst that cheet into more pieces than Sabel had spots.

She let the pressure guide her back out of that overflowing hole, leaving the cat gushing oryx cum while she sprayed the rest all over her. Some of it splattered on the walls, or even the ceiling when she stroked hard enough, milked out and forming a blanket across Sabel's spots, leaving her soaking, steaming, absolutely immersed in that scent. She sort of felt like she was drowning for a while as that river of cum poured out of her, but all it took was planting her hands and lifting her head up, struggling and gasping for breath. She licked some of the cum off her lips and face, just enough to clear some room for breathing, and let herself slish and slosh for a time, the excess jizz her body simply couldn't hold pouring right back out the way it entered until she was finally lighter and less exhausted. It took a few minutes, during which she was pretty much blank to all thoughts, all sensations other than that lingering afterglow that tingled through her every nerve. She was most definitely purring.

It took a little longer for her to catch her breath, as she crawled up from the cum pool like some sort of jizzbeast, dripping thick gobs of the stuff, looking to the oryx and tracing her gaze down her body. Those balls were finally shrunken down again, more or less normal size, if a little fatter than before. It was hard to tell. Her balls were always hefty, bigger than grapefruits, and so perfectly round much of the time. Sabel was tempted to just get down and start licking again, possibly starting the whole process again from the start, but she had to remind herself just how much money she'd blown on this whole thing. She could have what she wanted. It wasn't exactly easy to haul herself up and get into a proper pouncing position, but she was ready to raise her ass up and lower her head down, getting into proper pouncing position. Part of her hoped seeing a cheetah ready to spring on her like that was going to set off some of Dairinn's ancient herbivore instincts, even if they were lightyears from the planet of both their species' origin. It didn't work.

Maybe it was all the cum still dripping from her making her seem less fearsome. But she'd show that oryx. She threw herself forward in a spray of jizz, tackling atop that prey animal, showing how vicious she could really be. Aside from all the slipping. There was a lot of lube between them, and she was squishing it over Dairinn's back as she got on top, mounting that oryx, slipping her cock up against that thick donut ring. She didn't even need to grind to get hard again. She already was, and so was Dai. All it took was a few rubs, and she was ready to line up and sink sweetly into that tight hole, feeling it spread, flex, and then squeeze down tight on her as she sank towards the base, burying her dick under the oryx's paintbrush tail, sinking all the way in and huffing in Dai's ear as she started to fuck.

"How long, hmm? Since someone pounded you good, I mean," the cheetah teased.

"Mm. Not as long as you might think." Dai was doing her very best to keep her voice steady. "But I could use it, yes."

"Good, heh. Cause I'm not stopping."

"I would never ask you to."

Big talk for someone with a fat cheetah dick in their ass. Sabel was just going to have to make her regret that. Some of her muscles were a little weak after getting plowed by the oryx already, but she set to it, biting, nibbling, licking, and most of all, squishing all that cum clinging to her all over Dai's hide. Share the scent, she thought with a little chuckle. Then she was really pouring herself into it. It didn't even really matter if it felt good for either of them, to her. She used that cheetah speed and fucked the oryx like she had something to prove, just having her way with that well-respected criminal's body in a way only millions of credits could by. The smack and slippery schlick of every thrust went along with some rumbling from her, and even a few embarrassing bleats from the oryx. A big grin came across the cat's face, and she even dared to grab those long, pointed horns, pulling Dai's head back some as she rutted her towards oblivion, using her weight to keep the antelope pinned, Dai's fat dick squished somewhere up between her tits, squirting under her chin, already near orgasm again.

It didn't really matter if it was the perfect fuck or not. She got her point across, bottoming out after a few minutes of relentless, sprint-speed pounding, getting some good feral noises out of them both. Sabel even dared a few good bites, though they weren't enough to really hurt. Just to assert herself a little. She threw herself forward and blew her load, chirping in satisfaction when she felt those telltale flexes around her dick that told her Dai was cumming just as hard. They rocked and shook and bucked together, that ample oryx ass thumping the cheetah's hips just as hard as she thumped back, and they set to writhing as the big cat unloaded in that shiny ring, giving the boss a nice taut belly full of cheetah cum before she was even close to done. And the room, for all the damage that had already been done, was even more of a mess by the time Dai was finished unloading. The bed got the majority of it, but the walls weren't spared, nor were the windows. The neon lights below were little more than a blur of pink and purple shining through the translucent layer of cream as if through a dark curtain.

They panted together for a time, and part of Sabel wanted to turn over and fall asleep, but Dai wasn't to let her off that easily. She tapped her wrist a few times once she'd properly caught her breath, making a call that rang once before the recipients immediately picked up, almost in sync. They knew not to keep her waiting.

"Come up, you two. We could use some company," was the extent of her directions, and then she closed the call before they could even respond. She knew they were coming. Slowly slipping off the cheetah's dick with a heavy squelch, she turned over and patted her belly, softly chuckling. "They don't know I know, but they've been planning on stealing from me this past week. Not the minor stuff, either. My girls know to ask if they ever have an emergency. I am most generous. But setting up offshore accounts, booking tickets on a shuttle off the station, making contact with hacker rings? We can't have that."

The two strippers entered then, their expressions not even changing when they saw the absolute chaos the oryx and cheetah had inflicted upon the room. Though one of them, the jackaless, almost slipped in a puddle of cream, correcting her stance in a moment. The other, a sleek purple dragoness, was more steady. Her scales shone like the neon was still reflecting off of it, but that was just her natural sheen. Sabel found herself staring, and Dairinn noticed. She patted the cat on the shoulder, and then nodded to the dragon.

"On the bed. Face up. I think my good friend here could use a seat. You too, Trish."

That they didn't have so much as a reaction to the scene of utter depravity laid out before them said a lot about what they were used to, working for someone like Dairinn. They just did as they were told, stretching out in the pool of cum dripping over the edges of the bed, a solid splash echoing through the room, sending up a spatter of jizz that reached as far as the ceiling. They could have stretched out and made snow angels of a sort in all that mess. And they didn't even get a chance to say anything, nor to deny any of the accusations that Dai was ready to throw at them, because she didn't bother to mention any of them yet. She just took her seat atop the jackal's face, and nodded for Sabel to do the same. Soon those strippers serving as two comfy seats for two fine asses, both drenched and dripping with all the cum their bodies couldn't hold, smothered and forced to guzzle if they didn't want to choke on spunk.

"Get down nice and hard on them. No need to be gentle. I only hire the best. Or, that was what I thought," Dairinn spoke.

Sabel did just that, grinding against the dragoness face, getting plenty comfortable smashing those stimulating scales right up against her asshole. Though she couldn't help but notice the reptile had stopped licking as soon as she'd started. That wasn't much attention. She tried wiggling down a little harder, spreading her whole around those features a little, but she still wasn't getting much. The dragon, and the jackal, were both tense, the canine's long ears perked straight up when they detected that change in Dairinn's tone, waiting to see what else she said. The boss kept them in suspense a while, enjoying the feeling of that pointy jackal snout between her cheeks, and only after a minute of smothering her employee to the point of near suffocation did she speak again.

"It's disappointing, I admit. We are like family here. It's a shame you two didn't feel like that was important."

She sighed, expression genuine disappointment. Dai meant every word she said, but she wasn't giving any further explanation. They knew what they'd done. How it had leaked, they didn't know, but that hardly mattered anymore. An 'mmf!' of protest was all either of them got out before the oryx nestled down a whole lot harder, shoving that muzzle into her hot backside, and Sabel followed suit with a grin. She was more than happy to help with a little downsizing, as it were, especially when it meant getting to feel those scales sliding inside her. A few wiggles was all it took to get to the best part of all, popping that head inside and feel the stimulation turn internal. There really was no squirming out of it. The strippers weren't even bothering to try. They knew they'd been caught, and that they weren't getting off the station. Nobody crossed that old oryx without ending up churned.

"Ahhh. Well. At least this part will be satisfying. Is she to your tastes, Sabel?" Dai asked calmly as she slurped the jackal deep into her rump, clenching down firmly enough she was already overtaking the black dog's shoulders.

"I can't taste with my ass," Sabel shot back. "Yeah. She'll do. Hope you don't mind if I crash in here for a bit when I'm done. I'm gonna be full."

"As you need. You have paid well enough for simple accommodation."

Sabel liked the sound of that. Passing out with her belly stuffed was about the best way she could think to celebrate her huge win. The music was pumping below, though she could hardly hear it, only feel it. The bass trembled through her muscles as she twitched and moaned her way through consuming that busty reptile, squishing down on her tits, flattening them to her body with the sheer force of that ass clenching down on her. She pushed down and let the natural constrictions speed up the process, her insides massaging around those scales, dragging in her prey one scale at a time. A soft belly from eating so much prey in the past was no trouble, and neither was her fat dick. It was only semi-hard by then anyway, and she popped it with the rest of her, working over those hips. By then the cheetah's belly was expanded to the point of obscene, stretched right out and wobbling with the weight of all that dragon, the bulging outline of a scaly expression of shock and acceptance vaguely outlined in her creamy white fur. But it was soon just part of the overall bulge as the dragoness started curling up in there, sloshing about in all that oryx spunk that was still filling the cheetah's belly. The musk must have been intense, because she was hardly even squirming anymore, seeming semi-conscious at most, making it easy for Sabel to finish up the job with a few more clenches.

Dai was doing well herself, smoothly sliding along that short, silky jackal fur until there were only a pair of toes left vanishing between her cheeks. She didn't stand on ceremony. One more clench, and she finished off that pretty dog. It was a shame really. Sabel would have liked to enjoy her a little longer, but she had no time for backstabbing, and she knew Dai didn't either. A few more flexes, and the cheetah worked down to the thinnest part of the dragon's tail before giving another squeeze and polishing her off. She tingled all the way inside, settling deep, getting caught up in the cheet's cum-filled intestines, lubed along and nearly drowned in musk. Sabel kept on wiggling her thick ass, swinging her tail, tossing her head back towards the ceiling to give a few moans before just closing her eyes and letting the clenches carry her over the edge. She wasn't thinking about her surroundings anymore, focusing merely on the other sensations, left slightly startled when she felt Dai's grip on her cock.

The boss was jerking her off at the same time as herself, working one hand one each shaft, leaving the cheetah to thrust and twitch as she mewled and huffed away, her eyes still shut. There was simply too many sensations to focus on to bother with looking. She humped the oryx's grip, clamping down on her prey's scales, feeling them stimulate in those deepest, farthest-reaching places, all the spots that even a good fat cock couldn't reach. It all worked up a potent, spine-tingling orgasm that had her outright trembling with pleasure, and the sweltering heat already stirred up in that steamy room, clinging to the windows, was only getting hotter when they blasted each other with their collective climaxes. The sound of splattering cum hitting tits, bellies and faces drowned out their moans for a time, the cheetah rocking on her heels and butt to keep her balance and avoid being knocked flat on her back by all that oryx jizz. She was giving a good shot right back, painting down the old boss, the two of them emptying out every single drop they had pent up in those fat nuts, dicks crossed like swords, until the two of them had all but vanished beneath the mask of the other's cream.

It was the perfect situation for passing out. Sabel felt like she could have slept for days, and she was out before she even hit the bed, teetering over in the bliss of afterglow for a well-deserved rest. She knew she'd be safe in Dairinn's den of sin anyway. And the rest of her crew was surely doing fine, too. They'd been through so much together, survived slim odds and impossible situations. There was nothing they couldn't handle, Sabel figured. They knew well how to protect themselves even in a dangerous place like the station. The only thing she wasn't accounting for was the possibility of betrayal from within.

She was too high on her own success to notice just how much Krasnya had been glaring at her throughout the entire trip off the planet. The 'yote hardly seemed to blink. She'd been plotting something, which wasn't unusual for her of course. That cheetah played dirty, she thought. Somehow, she'd made things unfair, pushed her own crew ahead to let Kras' lag behind and get picked off, or just refused to help when the coyote people were getting devoured. That was good money lost. And so it only seemed fair that Sabel's group would lose some numbers to balance it all out. For all her planning, for all her sinister motives, she managed to look as nonchalant as ever, accelerating her pace only slightly when she saw the opportunity to strike.

Cats were supposed to be the sneaky ones, but she'd been trailing Jasmine for hours without the pantheress knowing. The cocktail of substances in the big cat's system surely didn't help, dulling her senses to something much slower and less perceptive than usual. She didn't think anything odd of it when the coyote slipped through the closing doors of the elevator, taking up a position at the back, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with her. It was a long trip down, moving a full thirteen floors through the station, and it that old thing didn't move fast. There was plenty of time for the yote to sidle up closer to the pantheress, to reach over and take her by the wrist, and oh-so-casually guide it to the bulge in her own jumpsuit. Kras wasn't even turned on in those moments, though it was hard to resist her sheath plumping at least a little when Jasmine proved so immediately receptive to the offer, groping and squeezing, rolling the shape of those balls over her hands until there really was no choice but to unzip that whole jumpsuit and let her massage bare coyote sheath.

"Hm. Think we've got a few floors. Maybe you wanna help out a bit. We're celebrating, right?" Krasnya made no indication of her plans. She was as smooth as ever, casually licking her lips as the pantheress rubbed her sheath.

The only thing that threw Jasmine off was that she wasn't getting as much of a reaction as she expected. She was jerking that dog off - wasn't she supposed to be squeezing a knot by then? But the coyote remained mostly soft, until the cat was frustrated to the point of reaching in, pressing her fingers into that sheath as if to coax that cock right out. She didn't care if anyone could see them, the glass elevator slowly moving past floors, briefly exposed to one walkway and then another. She was already focused on her goal, lured in by that fuzzy sheath, fondling and gripping as she knelt right down in front of the coyote, even adding her tongue to the attention. One shove of her tongue inside got all that sheath-flavour at once, making her moan and rumble, even purr a bit, as the coyote stood tall and just gently guide the back of her head, kissing the cat's face up against her crotch, letting her get overtaken in heat and plush, soft fur.

Jasmine knew all about Krasnya, too. If her senses were sharper in those moments, she would have known not to do exactly what she was doing. She was in the danger zone. The coyote might not have been blatantly deadly-looking as some of the other bounty hunters around, but once she had someone in her clutches, she didn't let go. That was exactly what Jasmine suddenly remembered when she felt the grip on her tongue, and then her muzzle, sucking her face right into that sheath to meet the yote's semi-firm cock and start schlurping inside all at once. Her head popped in before she could so much as gasp, the sound stifled by the deep squeeze all around her. It was already sucking her in. Kras wasn't forceful about it or anything. She just leaned back against the wall of the elevator, feeling the rumble of the machinery resonating up her spine, closing her eyes so sigh into the feeling of consuming someone. She didn't wag her tail, but she flopped it around a bit. Close enough. It all looked lazy, even effortless, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She'd done it so many times before, one more silky-furred pantheress wasn't going to give her any trouble.

The smooth slide of soft cat fur slipping down her shaft was enough to get her at least a little firm. If Jasmine had been wearing less before taking the plunge, it might have felt better, but Kras hardly cared. She wasn't stopping. Another good clench and she was almost lifting the cat off her knees, dragging her in, squishing her shoulders, no matter how obscenely they bulged. The elevator dinged just as she was mashing on those plump kitty tits, kneading them deeply before popping them inside to turn them into a sheath bulge. She didn't pay it any mind, even when the doors slid open to reveal the scene to a crowd of smugglers and mercs. Their eyes went wide at the sight of a pantheress face bulging in the coyote's nuts, kneeling before her predator, squirming but helpless to keep from being dragged in whole. Nobody moved or spoke, and the doors closed again, leaving the process without interruption as they continued their descent to the bowels of the station.

Another good clamp, and she was lifting that cat right up, smoothly slathering over her belly, slipping down to her weight while those yote-balls sagged right down to the floor with the weight. She'd been pretty regular-sized up until then, but her nuts had absolutely no trouble expanding and stretching to that obscene size, already giving a solid churn around those features. Jasmine was dunked in cream, hardly able to keep her head above the surface, and seconds, what seemed like something of a struggle was more just a series of twitches. Kras glanced down and gave a little 'hmph' when she realized how easy it all ways, and then just shrugged. A few more hard clenches of her nuts, lifting them right off the ground and rounding them out around the bulges within them, and she silenced the cat a little more, working over her face, her features, everything from the neck up until she wasn't wriggling anymore. A few last spasms ran through her muscles, but her head was already yotespunk stretching out those big doggy balls. The rest was just a matter of cleanup, slurping her in, working those hips, those balls, claiming them for her own and sending them to churn up into a fine nut-stuffing load.

Her balls were already getting fat, and that was before she'd even clenched up those remaining curves. They plapped down to the floor of the elevator with a juicy thud, jostling like milk jugs. She reached down to press on the bottom of the pantheress' paws, finishing off her meal just as her cock finally pushed from the sheath. Kras couldn't even be bothered to get all of a boner for the process of consuming her prey, though she got there by the end. There were only a few more floors to go before she arrived at her destination, but she took that as a challenge. A tight grip, a few puffs, and she was jerking at her knotted dick hard, rapidly pumping as she watched the numbers counting down. Two floors to go, then one, and she was already pressing one foot up against the back wall, flattening her ears, letting her jaws hang open and her tongue flop out in a drooly pant. Her balls were bouncing up and down with every churn, rapidly schlorping down all those remaining lumps of pantheress, all those solid pieces that weren't yet cummified into a nut-stretching load. The pressure built, leaving her yelping, even briefly howling, and just as she felt that shocking tingle running through her every nerve, her ears perked up to the sound of the elevator doors rolling open.

There was no stopping it. She had to cum right that very moment. Jerking at what looked like lightspeed, she squeezed hard to get it all out at once, emptying those balls with a titanic gush without even looking where she was pointing that deadly weapon. There was a crowd there. All manner of people gathered on the bottom floor of the station, the most shadowy part of it, and bowled them all over like pins with the force of her blasted cumshot. Another squirt picked up the spare, leaving everyone slipping and immobilized by the gallons of yotespunk hosing them all down, hitting them with such pressure as to knock the wind out of them. A steaming, musky splatter clinging to the clothes and bodies of half a dozen people was all that was left of Jasmine by the time she finished that little elevator trip. The only trace of her was the ruined jumpsuit, clogged with cum, completely devoid of any feline sign when it shot out the yote's stretched dick. Kras wobbled on her feet, eventually sliding down the back of the elevator door, drooling just a bit as she caught her breath in big steamy puffs, letting the musky chaos just simmer for a while before she thought about moving.

Of course, anyone monitoring their devices closely would have received a very urgent notice that one of their crew members' vital signs had just dropped to zero. Sabel was too busy being unconscious. Erica and Lauren were occupied with depraved acts of their own, dismissing such a thing as another annoying glitch. And Ysilla wasn't even bothering to check. She was far too occupied with a pair of absolutely luscious feline lips. She'd honestly been eyeing up that freelancer ever since she first joined. Mahiri was cute and soft, and looked so very fuckable. The big elephant hadn't really made up her mind yet on what she was going to do to that leopardess. Maybe fuck her, maybe eat her, maybe both, but she didn't have to think about it anymore when the cat approached her first.

They hardly needed words. There was lust in that spotty cat's eyes, gleaming in the dark of that maintenance section. They weren't supposed to be there, but they couldn't be bothered to find a private spot. Nobody really cared on that station anyway. One thing led to another and the leopardess was dragging her tongue down Ysilla's body, slathering up that smooth grey skin, licking her nuts, and finally slipping down to suck on her like she had something to prove. She was almost aggressive, but of course, the big elephant appreciated it. It wasn't long before she grab digging her thick fingers into those pretty red locks of hair, facefucking that cat until a mix of drool and precum was dripping down her lower lip, and onto those exposed tits. A snort and grunt from the Ysilla showed her approval, her hips pumping faster, harder. She was impressed by just how much the soft cat could take. Mahiri didn't even bother to pause for breath, carrying on with determined focused, gulping all the juices down, ready for more.

It was all enough to launch Ysilla straight to orgasm, leaving her trumpeting out when she wasn't just moaning. Those lips, that tongue, that firm, decisive sucking. It was all perfect. She bucked forward, burying balls deep in Mahiri's gullet, and was ready to relish in a powerful peak, but something changed. Her twitching motions weren't those of pleasure, but rapid, violent spasms, jerking back and forth uncontrollably, accompanied by the sound of an electric shock. Something was zapping her hard enough to disable even her big body. Though it didn't stop her from blowing her load, leaving her blasting the cat's mouth full of cream before Mahiri suddenly pulled back, the shocked look on her face soon plastered and concealed by elephant cum as thick ropes splashed all over her clothes and her exposed cleavage. Just as Ysilla's climax came to a close, she collapsed, thudding to the floor. Alive, but unable to move, disabled by some non-lethal weaponry. That was when two familiar figures stepped out of the shadows.

"Geez. You could have at least warned me... almost zapped my brains out too."

"That wouldn't be a very good ambush then would it?" The tigress' stern voice was familiar to Mahiri, though she had yet to actually meet the owner in person. Hervy stepped into sight, dressed like any other merc, her government associations well hidden by her disguise. "Good work, Mahiri. We'll bring this one in for questioning before making our next move. Your cover is good as blown, so you'll be coming with us too. We'll see about a reward when we arrive."

There was something about the way she said that. It put a shudder into the leopard's spine. She slowly picked herself up, doing her best to lick and wipe some of the cum off her features, thought she was still soaked. Ysilla's mark was in her hair, on her fur, sinking into her skin with all that musk. But she was going to have to wait until they got back to base to get a proper shower. She just zipped up her jumpsuit and nodded, looking down to the fallen elephant. Ysilla didn't seem hurt, at least. If anything, she was still wearing a dumb, orgasmic smile, frozen on her face after the leopard had made her cum like that. Bry moved in, flanked by her backup, and they all worked together to lift and haul the elephant away to a nearby shuttle, where they could transport her off the station without anyone so much as knowing. Mahiri wasn't sure why she felt so anxious. She'd done her job, and she followed her stripey boss to the ship, nibbling her lower lip as she watched that tail swish.

As soon as Sabel woke up she couldn't help that notice the boss was gone. She didn't have to look to confirm that. But there was probably nothing odd about that. She had business to attend to, and the cheetah slept late. The thing she was least looking forward to was just how many notifications she surely had after a wild night like that, but Dai was even kind enough to remove her nano-PDA for her. It was sitting by the bedside, switched off. That last part was a bit odd, but maybe the boss was saving her the inconvenience. Either way, she rose and moved to retrieve it, slowly, her body padded and jiggling with the extra fat added to her frame thanks to her digested meal. Her tits were fatter, her ass thicker, and her belly rounder. But most of all, she felt the pressure to relieve herself, and with Dairinn vanished, she was just going to have to find a bathroom herself. Or, even better, not even bother with that. She'd paid good money for a wild night. Surely the boss had plenty of cleaners on staff. She stood, wandered over slowly, and chose the corner near the window, so she could look down over the club while she squatted down and hiked her tail up high.

Only then did she bother to switch her device back on, immediately near-blinded by the obscene amount of notifications blinking on her wrist, many of them marked urgent, or extra urgent. She ignored them for the moment at first, rolling her eyes. Whatever her crew needed so badly, they were surely exaggerating. Only when she'd lowered her spotty ass down near the floor and started squeezing out that dragoness, bones and all, did she bother to check her messages. She had her tail up high, and she was grunting a bit as those smoothed remnants of her meal thudded down to the floor below, embedded in some great big pieces of cheetah shit. There were bits of bone, some of them slightly intact, even pieces of a skull, devoid of lower jaw and most of those impressive teeth. If she had more time to consider, she might have kept that for a trophy. There were some clothes too, bracelets and piercings, as well as a filthy thong, mostly ruined by the trip through the cheetah. Dairinn was probably off doing the same by, getting rid of that jackal, squeezing the pretty dog out of that thick black ring. There was really no interrupting that dirty process once Sabel got started. So, basically, it was pretty much the worst possible time to receive the news she was finally starting to read.

Sabel didn't even react immediately when the reality dawned on her. It wasn't like she could have done anything about it right at that moment. She stared down at her wrist-mounted nano-PDA, and just scrolled through everything while she took a huge dump, the satisfaction of relieving herself like that slightly relaxing her even in that tense moment. One crew member gone silent. The other out of range. That freelancer severing connections. Something wasn't right. And she was going to need some help to get out of that situation. But she could think about it when she was done disposing of all that dragoness.

It was a truly impressive mountain. She was starting to regret choosing the floor rather than finding a bowl and blasting her into space. Either way, it was a deep, satisfying dump, one that had her biting her lower lip, but she had to start thinking. There were infiltrators in the base, and they could have looked like anyone. Dai would know her own people, but there were thousands of visitors every single day. She had to find a way to gather her remaining crew, and escape. Even if it brought her into direct conflict with the forces who would be expecting that. It didn't have to happen right that second. When she stood, she went wandering, and then she finally found the bathroom. It wasn't like it was far, but she'd made her decision already. No taking that back. She got tidied up, and slipped into the nearby shower as she contacted her crew. There was no sense getting into the thick of things all musky, after all. She needed to to focus. It was time to formulate a plan, and a good one, if she was going to make it off the station alive. Dai could surely help, but she was going to need to reply on herself before all else. Somehow she knew exactly who had come for her. That stripey tyrant wanted revenge, no doubt. Well, get in line, Sabel thought. No one would ever take her alive.