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Harper knew exactly what kind of establishment it was. A regular law-abiding citizen like her had no business at all walking into what was very well-known as a gangster bar. Unless of course, she was looking into crossing over to the 'other side.' Maybe she was. The pit bull knew a few friends with some shady connections, and through them she'd managed to learn about a new opportunity to serve the boss of the underworld herself. When those suit-clad sharks confronted her at the doorway, blocking the way with their brick-like bulk, all she had to do was drop the key phrase.

"Uh. I'm looking for ... Strawberry."

She narrowed her eyes conspiratorially as she said it, glancing around to make sure there wasn't anyone hiding in the bushes. The bouncers gave each other a look, scanned her up and down, and then just nodded in unison.

"Head past the bar. Go up the stairs. Knock first."

They made sure to put special emphasis on that. In she went to mingle among all sorts of suspicious characters, half of them no doubt currently up to no good and the other half planning out some dirty deeds. She locked eyes with a particularly intense blue-furred tigress for a moment, losing herself in the violet gaze that pierced her, only to look away and instead find herself instead catching the attention of a large, imposing lioness in a ruffled designer dress. The biceps on that one told Harper she couldn't have possibly handled that much cat. She stumbled along, feeling underdressed while surrounded by all those striking, refined individuals, but at least she'd thought to wear something pretty. That shiny purple dress sparkled a little under the old bar's warm lighting, and she felt good, nodding and smiling to everyone who she caught looking her way. The attention got her tail wagging faster and faster as she pushed through the subdued crowd. There was energy in that bar, but it certainly wasn't raucous. Everyone had such a quiet intensity that a cheery dog like her felt out of place. But she didn't let that stop her.

A heavy-set black wolf stood in front of the steps, his arms crossed. He looked a little odd wearing a full suit and tie with his piercings and the general roughness of his look. Still, he held his place like a sentinel, regarding Harper as she approached, her tail still swishing away. His stoic expression became more of a grin, though he didn't move aside. She halted in place, almost forgetting the code word for a second before she lit up with recollection.

"Ummm. Right! Is Strawberry up there?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Arms out."

She didn't know what he meant at first until it clicked, and she did her best impression of the letter T while he ran his big mitts up and down her body. He didn't spare a detail, making her yip while he took a deep squeeze of her ass, even checking her crotch, touching her concealed sheath before moving on. When he was done, he shot a fittingly wolfish grin at her.

"Alright. You're good. Don't fuck around and I'm sure she'll like ya. Good luck."

It even sounded like he meant that. She wondered who he was, and if they'd end up coworkers in the future, if all went well. Tromping her way up the stairs, she made sure she didn't forget to knock, giving a firm, confident thud on the heavy door. It loudly clicked in response, swinging open, but there was no one on the other side. Instead, she was left looking over an elaborately-decorated office, complete with a crackling fireplace and the boss herself seated on the other side of a desk. It seemed almost unceremonious to see the soft, mature woman and her long black horns so soon. Harper sort of expected an elaborate reveal. The older oryx had her chin resting on her palm, considering a tablet screen in front of her, but she set it down once she saw the pibble in her doorway, giving a beckon that came coupled with an irresistible smile, twinkling in her warm brown eyes.

"Come in, dear."

Her voice was sweet and musical. It was enough to keep the dog wagging as she stepped forth. The woman pressed a button, and the door closed again, clicking shut. They were locked in together, though they weren't alone. Harper hadn't noticed him at first, but there was an animal in there with them. The mane of the feral lion glowed in the reflection of the fire, making him look like he was made of gold. He lazily raised his head to regard the new arrival for a moment, leaving her freezing up in place while those feline eyes scanned her. Then he flopped back down with a lazy huff, looking the definition of lethargic. Harper didn't want to take her eyes off him, but she did her best to turn her attention back to the oryx, who was standing up behind her desk, letting her dress pull taut to her curves beneath. For an older woman, she was shapely, perky, and of course she did nothing to make her bulge any more modest. There was no concealing such a shape, so she flaunted it instead.

"You have fine taste in dresses, Harper."

They almost matched, though of course the boss' own outfit was a little fancier than the pitbull's own, boasting complex embroidery to go along with the rest. But they'd chosen a similar colour. Harper was so pleased with the compliment that it took her some time to realize the enigmatic herbivore somehow knew her name without even asking. The oryx fetched a leaning cane from the side of her desk, faltering slightly as she approached on her hooves. Despite the limp, she still stood tall and confident, offering her hand for the pibble to shake.

"Dairinn. Perhaps you knew that by now. I see you brought your own collar."

The oryx reached a finger into that spiked band and gave it a tug. Harper could only wag her tail, pursing her lips, staying silent and standing rigidly, like she was at a dog show. Dairinn's soft expression tightened into something more stern. Her smile became devious.

"You are a good girl to show such discipline on meeting me. But you may relax. This meeting is more pleasure than business." She leaned in closer, breathing the sweet scent of her warm breath in the pitbull's face. "I know much about you, Harper. Your life, your connections. Your tastes. Consider this less an interview, and more a practice session. Let's see how accurate my information truly is."

As hard as she tried to stay still, Harper couldn't help but whimper softly as Dairinn ran those experienced fingers along her form. She gave generous gropes starting from the pitbull's shoulders, down the length of her arms until she grasped her wrists, and then things turned much more intimate. That thin dress hardly gave her much protection, ensuring Dai could press deep into Harper's tits, squishing them flat with surprising force. It was enough to make her yip, but she did her best to stay exactly where she was. The only thing she couldn't get under control was her wagging tail, though Dai soon took care of that, grasping the waving appendage and keeping it still. A kiss on the cheek, and the oryx took a handful of Harper's ass, pressing in so deeply to the soft tone and muscle that it tingled. She might not have been the strongest woman around, but Dairinn could be alarmingly firm with something she desired.

"Very pleasing. You are a sexy little mutt, dear. And I call you that with the utmost of respect."

Harper's ears perked straight up and she let her mouth fall open,her tongue flopping out in a happy doggish pant. How did Dairinn know? Such a little weakness of hers, one that she revealed to so few people, and yet somehow ... but she didn't have the time to consider such a mystery when she was getting her ass squeezed like that. Of course it was making her horny, as was breathing in the perfumed scent that came with the oryx's heated presence. Her sheath twitched, then started drawing back, letting her pink dick lipstick forth. Like a flash, the older woman reached around and clasped that canine cock in one hand, using the other to fondle Harper's balls right through the fabric of her dress. All that attention made for one hard, knotted doggy cock, all in a matter of seconds. She was firm and standing at attention for her new boss, ready to serve any way she was told. Dai's command came softly, without wasting a word.

"On your knees, please."

She first guided Harper to the edge of her desk, leaning back against it to steady herself before guiding the dog downward with a nudge to her shoulders. That put the pitbull on level with that impressive bulge. From there, she got more than Dairinn's perfumed scent. There was spice, musk, all enticing the canine with those exotic pheromones, drawing her in closer without a word of direction. It came naturally when presented with such a tempting outline of plump equine balls. The oryx's set wasn't entirely on-species, but it fit her well. Nuzzling up against the confined shape of her plump sack, Harper could already feel that refined aroma clinging to her fur, filling her nose and mind alike, silently commanding her to keep touching, rubbing, and attending to such a hefty set while the boss' cock slowly dropped from its sheath. That weighty zebra-like dick was the blunt force to contrast the rest of Dairinn's smooth and dignified demeanour. And it was only getting bigger.

Was it okay to just go for it? Harper didn't want to overstep her bounds, but she didn't want to seem too passive either. In the end, she didn't think about it for too long. She did what her instincts told her, following the musk-fuelled whims and brushing her hands along Dairinn's elaborately-marked thighs until she could reach the hem of that fine dress. She needed more. She longed to feel that bare, glossy skin against her face. And her tongue. The boss hadn't bothered with anything beneath her outfit, giving Harper a full look at her heavy nuts as that partly-flared dick flopped down between them, smearing pre along that crevice, flexing and bulging as it thickened with every pump of Dairinn's steady heart. Every drop of pre trickling from the broad slit made her whole shaft shine beneath the lights, glistening in such a way that it was simply impossible not to lick.

Harper knew from the first taste that she had everything she ever needed, right there in that office. Her mind crackled as that rich flavour moved through her senses. From taste, to smell, to touch. It was velvety and smooth to slurp from the base of Dairinn's firming dick, working from the space between her balls and then up along the contours and veins of that thick spire until she'd reached the top. By the time she finished her first thorough slurp, she'd made Dairinn almost fully hard. It only took a few more licks until Harper had a solid, pulsing shaft towering above her, raining copious pre between her perked ears, marking her down with that potent scent. It felt like they were making it official. If Harper was going to be her new pet, then she had to smell like her owner, and such a fine scent it was, ensuring the pitbull kept sniffing between eager strokes of her tongue. The praise from above served to keep her motivated.

"Your tongue is simply lovely, Harper. Don't be afraid to indulge in what you crave."

Rising just a little off her knees let her get at that broad mushroom of a flare, smearing the slippery fluids clinging to that slit across her face. She wore a mask of oryx musk, letting it sink warmly into her skin, further marking her, slowly erasing her own canine scent. It only took a few tastes to break her in, but of course, Dairinn could take her deeper than that. She was content to lean back and see what the dog could do at first, but she knew when it was time to seize control. All it took was a decisive grasp of Harper's head and she was under the boss' command, obeying every tug, every shove and burying her face in Dai's fat sack, smothering deep as she sniffed and dragged her tongue up and down, showing her utter devotion to that scent and taste, even if it meant barely being able to breathe.

Dairinn wanted more, and had no need to be forceful about it. All it took was a tug on one of Harper's pointed ears, and up came the canine, following the oryx's lead, letting herself be guided to the tip of that cock once more. She dragged her tongue all the way along as she rose, taking another swipe over those many details, feeling the veins pulsing beneath slurps. A hand on the back of her head told her where she needed to be. Sucking on that sizable zebra cock was no small task, but she felt like she could do anything with the boss' guidance. She was invincible as Dairinn's valued pet. All she needed to do was show just how useful she could be. Stretching her lips wide around the partly-flared tip, she squished it between her cheeks, glossed it over her tongue, then moaned her way down as the taste filled her mouth and mind alike. It was mesmerizing to the point she hardly even noticed when Dai penetrated her throat, making that fluffy neck fur bulge with the outline of a solid equine cock.

"Swallow it," came Dairinn's command. "Take it deep inside you. I want to see how far you'll go for me."

Only when she glurked around the medial ring did Harper actually pause. That meant she had an oryx dick pushing beneath her breasts, stuffing her gullet to the point of excess. She could take a lot, but she needed at least a moment there. Her own shaft throbbed at the flavour being mashed into her tastebuds. Could she get off on taste alone? Such a divinely musky, yet smooth essence it was, and it only got more potent as Dai poured pre straight down her throat, letting her feel that warmth in her belly as she imbibed of her new boss, her new mistress - if Dairinn enjoyed being called that. They could figure out titles later. Harper was far too busy to call her much of anything, especially with that shaft bottoming out in her muzzle, leaving her drooling on glossy antelope nuts until strings of doggy saliva dripped from them.

Dairinn didn't quite bottom out in Harper's throat, but she came close, withdrawing slowly, letting her feel every single detail, every single stimulating bump, ride, vein, and that solid medial ring. Only when she popped her flare from the pitbull's slobbery lips did the dog drop down to all fours, huffing, coughing, panting as she gasped for air. Even while she slightly choked on the mess welled up in her mouth, she savoured it, swishing it from cheek to cheek, sucking on those juices before swallowing them all down with an audible gulp. She wanted to make sure Dairinn heard it. She wanted to show the boss just what a good girl she could be. There was no getting up from that shattered, devoted position once Dairinn rested a hoof atop her back, balancing like that for a time, letting Harper soak in the domination. Their contract was as good as signed. She belonged to the oryx, for as long as she would keep her. But there was so much more they could do to truly seal the deal. Her words came in a low tone, hard to distinguish from a moan. Maybe even a bit of a growl.

"Such a good little pup. I wonder how you'll whimper when I rut you like I would a toy. You're already mine, and you know it. But I can hardly wait to break you in, just the way you need it."

Despite the slight limp she had before, Dairinn moved swiftly and steadily, as if she never felt any sort of discomfort. Maybe she was faking it, or maybe she were merely energized by the cute doggy prostrated before her as if she were a god. She removed that hoof from Harper's back, and instead trotted around behind her, getting down to her level, pressing her knees down into the soft carpet beneath them both. A solid plap of cock to back made Harper yip in surprise, but she remained in place, her ass in the air, concealed beneath that fine dress. There was oryx precum on the fabric now. She wondered if the scent could even wash off. Though at least Dairinn had the presence of mind, even in her lust, to undress her pet carefully, being sure not to tear that cute garment as she ran her hands along Harper's sides, pulling her dress over her head, unclasping her bra, pulling her panties down to her knees. Full exposed like that, all the pitbull could do was whimper while the boss stroked her naked body, running fingers down her spine, clasping her hips and bending deep to introduce her own thick tongue to the canine's rim.

Harper could only guess how lucky she was to get such a favour, even if it was no more than three slurps beneath her lifted tail. After that, the boss withdrew, leaving her pitbull quaking, shivering, wanting so much more but doing her best to be patient. She couldn't keep her doggish whine contained, but it didn't make Dairinn speed up any. Only once she had stripped herself down, tossing her dress across the room to sprawl over the passive lion like a blanket, did she actually mount the horny doggy. A thump of blunt cock tip to butt made Harper jump. That first jab was off target, but it hardly mattered. That just meant Dai could paint her pre across the pitbull's rump, massaging with her flared tip, smearing her with those thick juices. They were only getting more copious with every moment of anticipation that passed, pumping out every time that pitch black dick twitched against the dog's rear. Despite the forceful domination, Dairinn's voice was calm.

"Do brace yourself. I will not go gently once I find my pace."

Then it was time to push. Harper had already swallowed most of that cock. There was no reason to doubt herself now. Dai was making a mess of her ass, spurting all over, then grinding hard against that soaked hole, pressing inwards, spreading her, stretching her. The pop of her fat flare was yelp-worthy, leaving Harper recoiling from the impact, clenching down at first. She relaxed in time, sighing, whimpering, giving her cute little 'yip yip!' while Dairinn sank deeper and deeper into her body. The shape of that cock bulged her belly, leaving her to spare a free hand to rub at the outline moving towards her middle. Her other arm shook beneath her weight, barely keeping her up, and it was only getting harder to stay steady when the boss bottomed out within her. Dai hadn't been rushing or forcing it. Keeping a modest pace meant she could sink the entirety of her cock inside the canine without a moment's pause. Feeling the oryx's balls against her own made Harper realize just how much bigger they were. The first little smack of Dairinn bottoming out within her was enough to send tremors through the dog's entire body.

It got even harder to stay still once the boss was fucking her tight ass. She didn't savour any longer. One pull back, and Dai went lunging forward, knocking the barks out of her new pet with that solid thud of balls to butt. A heavy spank made Harper flinch, but she didn't care. She was bucking back against the boss before long, huffing, panting, drooling, losing herself in the intensity of the moment. And that was after only a few short thrusts. Dairinn could do better than that. She plunged into that stretched hole, making it her own, claiming her plaything with every sloppy thrust. The juices squirting from her tip ensured her every thrust squelched forth, slipping along on all that natural lube so she could thump against the doggy's tight butt over and over. For her gentle presence, she could rut like any beast, picking up speed until Harper's found her face pressed down flat into the carpet, drooling into a growing puddle, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overtook her, putting a silly doggy smile on her face.

She didn't need a single stroke of her own knotty cock to go off. Maybe she should have demonstrated stamina while her new owner broke her in. Or maybe it was better to show off just how sensitive she was to a perfect fuck pumping and grinding against her prostate, milking out drops, spurts, and then finally that clenching, shaking, whimpering orgasm the likes of which Harper hadn't felt in months. Maybe years. She came hard for the big hot boss, throwing her head back to give a stifled howl. It was more of a gurgle, given how much drool and pre she had welled up in her mouth and throat. And for all the power of her climax, spurting dog cum across her belly and breasts, soaking the carpet, it couldn't possibly compare to the massive release that came as she clenched down taut on Dairinn's pounding dick, encouraged, driven deeper into her own pleasure by the boss' approving murmur.

"Such a good mutt ..."

Those soft words erupted into a lingering groan, directed right near the dog's flattened ears. The flex of that flare stretched her out, making Harper whimper again as she lay sprawled out on the floor in a middle of her own fluids, feeling her body still reacting, still milking out more pleasure and a few more watery shots of cum even if it meant making her dick slightly sore. Meanwhile, that thick equine cockslit expanded wider, letting forth a torrent of oryx seed that splattered hard within the canine on the first shot, as if it had all come out at once, bulging up that ebon shaft, blasting into her belly to send her sloshing in an instant. Dairinn gave a huff, maybe a brief snort before she got herself under control and settled instead into a luxuriant sigh as she filled her pet with hot spunk. It was enough to bloat Harper, coming in waves, over and over, lasting for seconds. Those balls were potent enough to churn up a cumshot that travelled all the way through her body, leaving her drooling it from her open mouth, even feeling it clogging her nose, ensuring that richly musky scent was deeply imbued in her mind, her thoughts, her consciousness. She thought to simply slump down and pass out after that much pleasure, but Dairinn wasn't having that.

She wasn't sure whose sweat was whose anymore. Harper drooled on her own cum-soaked tits as the big boss helped her up. Strings of oryx cream ran from her lips, or gurgled in her throat. She could barely focus her eyes. There was a certain numbness where those plump black nuts had slapped against her ass, leaving her with a slight whimper. It didn't hurt exactly, but she was shaky on her paws, sloshing and stuffed, smelling of that lovely woman's cum and exertion. Yet for all the rutting, all the pounding, all the pleasure, Dai stood tall and strong, looking more confident than ever. The scars around her knee made it seem like her weaker leg was no bluff. Maybe fucking a cute young dog like Harper had given her the energy to completely ignore such physical limitations. She supported the pitbull's weight in a soft embrace, tenderly running her fingers up and down Harper's body as she did before. This time she was even more forceful, firmly pressing in on the pibble's curves, taking a great kneading grope of her butt before working up and interlocking fingers with her, drawing her even closer.

Harper staggered along, not exactly moving elegantly. That was in contrast to Dai's waltz-like movement, pulling her new pet along, tapping those hooves along the floor. Harper could hear cum trickling to the ground from beneath her tail as they moved, but that didn't seem to bother the boss in the slightest. She moved to a silent tune, the bass from the live band below vibrating the floor but the song unheard, laying her cheek alongside the dog's until she simply moved into a deep kiss. Weakened though she was, Harper knew how to smooch, at least. She felt Dai's thick tongue moving over her own, filling her mouth, nearly pushing into her throat, and she just sucked on it while they mashed their lips together. Their moans passed from mouth to mouth along with a few last splashes of oryx cum. Dai licked right from Harper's muzzle and swallowed it straight down, letting the canine hear a deep swallow and sigh that put a tingle down her spine. She wasn't sure why.

When the boss gave her a soft, narrow-eyed gaze, Harper nearly melted on the spot. There was approval there in Dairinn's gaze, maybe even fondness. Her words were thick as honey.

"You have done very well. A fine, soft pup slut like yourself is most definitely a keeper."

Harper's eyes lit up. She had a dozen questions about what exactly that meant, but she was too busy panting to ask them. Instead, she babbled out her gratitude.

"Th - huff - thank you, miss, um, miss Dairinn."

She realized she didn't know the oryx's last name. It didn't bother the herbivore. She gave a small smile, maybe even an amused puff from her nose.

"Don't thank me yet," she said, and left it at that.

Instead of explaining further, she let her body do the talking. Coming in for another kiss made Harper pucker up, but she only felt the touch of Dai's dark lips against her own for a moment. After that, she felt the oryx's flat teeth glossing along her muzzle and her chin, pressing her nose inwards to delve deeper into that sweet breath. She had to admit she was surprised by how easily the older herbivore managed that, and she was even more stunned when she found her entire face immersed in the wet confines of Dairinn's saliva-coated mouth. First, she unclasped that collar, letting that spiked band fall to the floor with a light clatter. Then she pressed forth, taking the dog a little deeper, and Harper felt the first little squeeze on her muzzle, getting a sample of the oryx's throat muscles. There was power there, a clamping grip that held tight around Harper's mouth and nose and wouldn't let go. The pitbull stiffened, straightening up, but found herself unable to do much of anything at all. She wasn't even being physically overpowered. Dairinn simply had a way of dominating with the mere insistence of her touch, guiding her inwards until she had enveloped the dog's entire head at once, slipping her lips down her throat with a noisy suckle while her cheeks bulged with all that canine fitting into her stretched jaws.

Nothing gave Dairinn pause. She had no need to adjust or brace herself for the heavy swallow to come. Working Harper into her throat one gulp at a time, she moved with confidence and experience, directing the canine into her gullet, breathing hotly all around her. That was a technique only experienced predators knew. Harper knew they existed, but that dominant herbivore was the last person she expected to try to eat her. She'd told herself that she would recognize all the warning signs if ever someone tried to devour her, that she'd react in time and get away. But she was frozen, and it wasn't just the fear that did it. There was something so mesmerizing, something absolutely captivating about sliding past those flat herbivore teeth, pressing into the bottom of Dairinn's tongue, and then entering the pulsing, rippling embrace of her gullet. Peristalsis was the massage around her skull that kept her oddly soothed, unable to fight that older woman, even if she probably could have. She was under a spell without the boss needing even a trace of magic.

The only question after that was whether the oryx could really do it. Dai had curves for certain, but she wasn't the biggest woman around, nor the strongest. She took it slowly, savouring every single inch of her meal. Between her kneading lips and slurping tongue, working over every detail. Every lick was a compliment, leaving Harper blushing at the wordless praise of just how long Dairinn spent tasting and admiring her. From her soft throat, to her supple chest, then working down towards her belly, Dai leaned down, pressing her lips over the tasty dog's form until she was bent double, her knees locked and her ass in the air while she ate the cute dog whole. Her jaws were by then stretched beyond normal, yet giving her no discomfort. It was a hell of a fit, working her gullet around the outline of the dog's face, but she kept on gulping. Her throat was strong enough that Harper's paws briefly left the floor, tugged hard by the hungry constriction, sucked straight down that darkened tunnel and into the humid confines of the boss' body. The grumbles of her stomach were only growing increasingly wet and rapid, sloshing and churning in anticipation of prey, of meat.

A hard squeeze of her butt made Harper jump a little, like before. Otherwise, she remained passive. Maybe she squirmed some, especially when she felt herself pressing into the oryx's actual stomach. That meant stretching and starting to sag Dai's middle, the rounded shape of her meal weighing her down more and more, until she finally had to drop to her knees. That was a briefly laborious process, making her flinch, but she was right back to eating Harper once she was comfortable once more. On all fours, with just a well-used rump and a pair of shapely legs sticking out of her maw, she continued swallowing. She didn't even need to use her hands. All she needed was her hungry gullet, working, kneading, massaging Harper inwards, letting that lovely dog slip deep into her waiting belly. The splurches of digestive activity were the pitbull's greeting, and she managed a gasp of acidic air before she found herself dunked beneath the surface of the active juices.

They didn't hurt or tingle yet, but the heat alone was enough to leave her head spinning. She kicked her legs a few times, but it wasn't any sort of struggle. Her muscles were merely twitching, reacting to the sweltering chamber that worked all around her face. Then her shoulders too, her breasts, all dunked beneath the surface until she finally struggled her way up. Dai arched her body, briefly taking on the flexibility of a cat as she swallowed the entire pitbull in one final GLLLP that sealed Harper's messy fate. She gasped again, leaning her muzzle against the slimy walls along with her palms. An outline of her fingertips and face alike appeared on Dairinn's sagging belly as it went swinging back and forth with the new weight. She found herself briefly incapacitated as she finished off her meal, dragging those paws away, licking beneath the pibble's wiggly toes before she sent those too into her throat. A click of teeth and a smack of her lips, and she was done eating, leaving Harper to descend the slimy passage and curl up in the steaming confines of her stomach.

"Ahhhh ..." came Dairinn's breathy sigh, her eyelids fluttering as she settled back, glowing more than she might even after the best orgasm. After that, she gave a modest belch. It wasn't the belligerent eruption it might have been, but instead a strangely polite little rumble that nonetheless wobbled the chamber all around Harper and stole away some of her precious fresh air.

Her gut was engorged, pressing up beneath her breasts, sticking out over her lap while she sat. She wasn't quite immobile, but she couldn't manage more than a slow scoot across the floor. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing that commanded respect, but there was no one around but her lion to judge her, and he certainly didn't. He gave a fond rumble and a toss of his tufted tail when she cuddled up, laying her horned head atop his flank, sharing in the warmth he'd absorbed from the fire. She didn't do much aside from stare at the ceiling while she started to digest her still-squirming prey. Aside from a few firm pats to the shape of the pitbull slowly churning down inside her, she didn't pay much more attention to Harper. She was as good as digested already, just food to pack on to her curves, though the taste lingering on her tongue reminded Dairinn to give at least one last tease.

"There we are, my pet. I hope you find your new position comfortable." She brought each of her fingers to her lips, loudly licking them off in turn. "I would have much appreciated having you around to play with whenever I liked, but I think I will find your contributions to my body even more agreeable."

Lowering her voice, she spoke in a sultry whisper.

"I wonder where the most of you will go? Perhaps to my breasts, or maybe to my thighs? You will certainly make for a fine layer of extra padding, however my body deals with you." She softly chuckled to herself, and tipped her head to the side, regarding the great, maned cat. "What do you think, Nanji? Where would you like to see her add the most weight?"

The lion simply grunted at first, but he answered in actual words shortly after.

"Definitely your ass."

That brought a short, hearty laugh from her.

"There you have it. The lion has spoken."

Stretching out her arms, she gave a broad yawn, and then another belch, this one a little cruder than before. That meant pulling the digestive chamber even tighter around Harper's form while those fluids poured down from all sides. It was getting even hotter still. The pitbull's breath was steaming as she squirmed about in the boss' gut. It was only then dawning on her where she was, and what had happened. That was enough to make her kick a few times, disturbing the tranquility of Dairinn's relaxing digestive afterglow. She huffed at her food and gave her a prod with a single finger before laying back on her rumbly pillow of lion once more. Sloshing, splashing, soaking her from every side, those juices filled the chamber and left Harper knowing she was in all kinds of trouble. At least the numbness blocked out the reality of the situation. She could hear the noises, feel the kneading compression from the slimy walls around her, but all she really noticed was how sleepy she was getting. She was lightheaded and as much as she knew she should have been panicking, she instead found herself slipping downwards, flopping into the slushing fluids, sighing out and giving in to Dairinn's belly without ever fully realizing what that meant for her. The roar of digestion took over for her voice. She truly was nothing but food for that fine oryx now.

"Mmmm, and there you go, my pet. Do enjoy your stay. I know I will enjoy breaking you down into part of this old body."

Of course, such a conversion took time. She needed a nap first while her body converted her plaything into curves. What began as a trickle, a faint burbling slosh, became more violent, more aggressive every time she churned around Harper's bulging shape. The sloppy inner details manifested as a gradual shrinking of the dog's shape within her gut, tightening around her form, letting the imprint of her features smooth and flatten over until there was nothing left but a fat oryx gut jiggling with every slumbery breath. Maybe it took a little longer for someone like her, someone descended from those who ate mostly grass and plants, to break down a meal of pure meat. But as the minutes rolled by, and Dairinn closed her eyes, drifting into pleasant dreams atop her faithful lion, her belly did its work in time. She slept for hours, gurgling around the former pitbull, absorbing her bit by bit as she sloughed digested dog into her intestines, squeezing her through her system, making her part of the cunning old boss, packed onto her hips and curves to give her a more matronly look befitting her age and experience.

When she awoke, it was to the gentle patter of the rain outside her office window. Snow gave way to slush, and the fading coals of the fire granted little warmth. She didn't have much desire to move away from the big cat who'd kept her warm all throughout her extended digestion sleep, but a grumble in the bottom of her belly told her it was time to move. When the lion sensed her difficulty rising, he leaned his back into her without a word, helping her to her hooves so she could totter off to her own private bathroom. With every step she could feel the new weight bouncing up and down, giving her stride a merry wiggle, naturally encouraging her to swing her prey-padded hips as she went as if she were a flirty young thing half her age. There was nothing overly urgent about the pressure beneath her tail, but she knew it was time. Harper felt delightful all throughout the entire process, digesting smoothly and easily, never giving Dairinn so much as a cramp along the way. And disposing her was sure to be just as pleasant.

She took her time getting comfortable on the seat. It was a cozy bathroom, but far from extravagant. There certainly was no gold in sight. A long sigh went with her settling down on the porcelain, closing her eyes as she gave the first few squeezes. A crackle of that thick, dark rim, and Dairinn began pushing out her new pet, shitting her digested form into the water below, all packed solid with ruined fur and tiny fragments of the pitbull's bones remaining embedded in those stimulating pieces. It was enough to tickle a little on the way out, making Dai's nostrils flare from the sensation. That was all the trouble Harper gave her on the way out. The cute dog made for a smooth, satisfying dump, piling up only to vanishing down the pipes at the first flush of many more to come. Pound after pound of unused waste splashed bellow as the oryx faintly hummed to herself, permitting herself the time alone, not checking a single message or responding to any calls. If nothing else, that was a compliment of sorts to Harper, that she was worth pausing such a busy life just to enjoy the crudely indulgent feeling of shitting her out. By the fourth flush, Dai was done with her.

There was nothing left but for the padding on the oryx's curves, wobbling with her step after she cleansed and sent the dog away to the sewers. Dairinn ran a steamy shower, warming her chilled form beneath the stream, kneading and rubbing deep into the new fat she'd acquired overnight. She found herself wondering how many new pounds she was carrying around, squishing her own breasts fondly, only to give a slight scowl when she hefted her gut. Even after absorbing all of that dog she could, she hadn't quite lost the bulging belly, her middle sticking out over her sheath, making her look a little portly. Well, she was just going to have to work that weight off if she was going to retain the same slim, feminine form all her associates were used to seeing. Not that any of them would dare call her fat. She wasn't a wrathful woman. But Harper had seen how she dealt with even the ones she liked. Such a luscious meal did well to remind Dairinn just how satisfying it was to indulge her rare carnivorous urges, even when it meant a loyal toy was no longer anything but for the fat upon her painted rump, her extra-curvy body soaking beneath the hot water, each added pound even more for her devotees and pets to worship.