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Sabel's stalker turned out to be a lot more harmless than she expected. She probably should have known when she caught that familiar scent of scaly slut, but for all she knew, someone following her could very well have been wearing Erica's scent for all manner of reasons. But no, it was the lizardess herself, pacing the cheetah's trail as Sabel made her way into the more restricted areas of the ship. It was strange that there was so little security past the initial wave. Either they didn't expect anyone to be crazy enough to assault the base head on, or that tigress was holding everyone back, saving it all for one big final confrontation. Or, more likely, some sort of trick. It would have positively shocked Sabel to see Hervy fight fair. At least not without first putting a whole bunch of expendable lives between her and her opposition. Not that Sabel could do too much to speak on that, exactly. Aside from Erica, her own crew was starting to look awfully thin after all the confrontations. She turned to look at the lizard once they reunited.

"Phew, hey boss." Erica was panting slightly after hastily searching for the other members of the team. "I don't know what happened. They were here a second ago, and then just ... gone. I guess I was pretty busy. You know."

Sabel nodded. Of course she was concerned, but she wasn't going to get anywhere worrying, and she had to show some leadership in such a moment.

"How about Lauren? She wouldn't just run off if it wasn't important. I'm pretty sure, anyway. She is a sneaky one."

Erica just shrugged. "Gone. It's like she vanished. Can't pick her up on any scanners, or anything."

"Huh. Well, shit."

"Yeah."

The cheetah rubbed her chin briefly.

"What about the bisch?"

That at least got a bit of a grin out of the lizard. "You'll have to be more specific."

"You know. The horny one." Sabel held her hands above her head, mimicking a set of long horns.

"Ah. I hate to say it, boss, but I'm pretty sure she fucked off. Probably with something important." She gave her captain a deep look, and then shrugged her shoulders. "Now, I'm not saying you were wrong to trust her again, even after all the past ..."

Sabel cut her off, jokingly. "Insubordination."

"Welllll, I mean, she does have a way of distracting you ..."

The cheetah just nodded. "So she does. I'll get her back. She's not on their side, at least. I know that for sure."

"Right. Well. I guess we just have to look for Ysilla."

Sabel held her hand out. "Yup. There's a lab up ahead. We'll probably meet that gooey slut there. You ready?"

"You have my tongue," Erica pledged with faux sincerity. But it wasn't a joke to her. She was ready, for whatever strangeness lurked on the other side of that sliding laboratory door.

Bry was already waiting for them. Sabel snorted to herself, wondering just how long the skunkyote had spent picking out the perfect villainous pose. There she sat, naked but for a long white lab coat, reclining in a large, swivelling chair behind a desk, her fingertips pressed together, tail up and lightly swishing. And of course, there was that wicked smirk, coupling nicely with the nasty glare she gave them over her lowered glasses. If anything said she'd been conducting terrible experiments in there, it was the look on her face right then. Sabel wondered if she'd practised in the mirror before their arrival. A small, faintly glowing vial of something thick and white sat on the desk before her, and when she saw them, she picked it up and slooshed it around with both hands a few times.

"Looking for that elephant friend of yours perhaps? Well, you've found her. She looks a little different now. Such good fuel she's been for my experiments. There was more mess than this of course, but this is all that's left. If you'd taken just a little longer, she'd be gone!"

"Yeah yeah. Save me the speech." Sabel wasn't happy to know she'd lost the biggest and strongest member of her crew, but she wasn't going to fall into despair or anything, if that was what Bry wanted. She stayed on her toes, ready for anything as she narrowed her eyes to regard the mad doctor. "I take it that dumb leopard was responsible for that, somehow. Knew I shouldn't have trusted her. Could have sworn I caught a trace of tiger-scent on her when we picked her up."

That made Bry grin. "Oh, I imagine it's a whole lot thicker now. You won't be seeing her around anytime soon. Not in solid form, anyway."

Sabel shrugged. "Good. Now. We're looking for your stripey boss bitch. I don't imagine you'll just tell us where to find her. Or if she's planning anything nasty."

Bry's grin became more like a snarl, excitement for the impending confrontation brewing in her chest. "No, I don't think I'll be able to comply with your request."

That just made Sabel nod. "Thought so. It's two on one, you know."

The hybrid rose to her feet, swinging her tail back and forth more vigorously than before. Her form wobbled beneath that coat, extra curvy, soft, and seemingly dripping wet. Was she sweating? It wasn't warm in that carefully climate-controlled laboratory. Yet Bry looked like she was positively melting, the liquid rolling down her fur audibly patterning to the floor. She flicked a bright green tongue at the two of them, removing her glasses slowly.

"That may be so. But I think, right now, I count as far more than each of you put together."

With that she dramatically threw her coat aside, letting it flutter away to reveal her naked form. She wasn't wet, exactly. Instead, she was dripping her own goo-ified body, swiftly reabsorbing all the mass she lost as she slid across the room towards them. Every slippery step came accompanied by a thick, sloppy slorp, and she expanded, wider, bigger, her form fully malleable thanks to whatever it was she'd done to herself in that spooky lab. There was no time to think about it. They had to get out of the way of that advancing wall of ooze, or find some sort of way to counterattack, and fast. Sabel tossed a nearby microscope at Bry, but it harmlessly stuck there in her bosom, absorbed like nothing, doing nothing to halt the advance of the hybrid. The exits were sealed. They had nowhere to go but into her slimy embrace. Soon they could feel her enveloping them, schlorping them both inwards as they writhed and shoved uselessly against that semi-solid form, their hands sinking past what might normally have been her skin to fully absorb into her. Sabel could feel that goo between her fingers, suckling, tugging, dragging her in deeper. Wrist deep, elbow deep, and worse, leaving her digging her feet into the floor but slipping the puddle of slime, unable to get any leverage, showing her teeth in displeasure that it would be so easy for someone who wasn't even her arch-rival. Just a lackey, a second-in-command. It was all enough to make her kick and struggle, but that just immersed her deeper.

Erica was hardly doing any better. Her scales weren't armour enough to keep that goo from clinging to her, wrapping all around her arms, even snagging her tail when she tried to use it as a bludgeoning weapon. She only had one thing left. Tilting her head back to make sure she didn't go face-deep in yoteskunk slime, she opened her jaws up wide and shot forth that long tongue of hers as far as it would reach. It zipped right past Bry's girth, thankfully avoiding getting stuck against or inside of her. Though the apparent victory didn't amount to much. All she managed to do was hit a distant button, producing a distinct whirring noise from somewhere across the lab. It was at least enough to distract Bry for a moment, though even as she turned to look at the source of the ruckus, she didn't give them any freedom. They were every bit as stuck as before, feeling the slime that imprisoned their limbs jiggling as she chuckled at Erica's valiant but useless effort.

"Really, lizard? It's just a vacuum cleaner. I appreciate your efforts to help me clean up my lab, but I can take care of that just fine, right as soon as I'm done absorbing the both of you."

Erica couldn't reply with her tongue way out like that. Actions spoke louder anyway. It took some precision, some care, and it all could have been stopped if Bry simply took her by the tongue, but that hybrid was far too confident in her gooey victory to consider the possible danger. Sabel watched with her ears perked, then made a big fuss of a distraction, yanking back, growling, jerking her body about just so Bry would be forced to pay attention to the fussy cheetah right in front of her, and not the lizard working her extended tongue over the controls of that high-powered vacuum. The whirring got even louder as she cranked it up to maximum suck, and then she snatched the hose and started to drag it back towards her, all while the steady schlorping of the absorption process starting overpowered everything. Sabel could already feel her fingertips going a little numb, already getting tugged at, coming so dangerously close to joining with that partly-liquefied skunkyote. But being in such a softened state meant Bry had one vulnerability. Nothing the two of them could do with their bodies could endanger her - but a good, hard suck certainly could.

Bry gave a gasp as she felt that suction catch her from behind. That sucking tube latched right on to her butt, leaving her jolting backwards, briefly losing her grip on her two captives. They managed to schlup their way out of her grasp, still dripping with various ooze, but that noise hardly compared to what followed. It was absolutely ridiculous. They couldn't even laugh at it. They could only stand there stunned as the imposing goo-creature went from confident, fearsome predator to getting sucked down a tube with a noise like - well, it was like something made of goo getting gobbled up by a high-power vacuum cleaner, filling the lab with the absolutely deafening SCHLURRRRRRRP as she bulged down that long tube and vanished from sight without so much as a word. Soon the deadly scientist was instead trapped in a special containment compartment, one normally meant for holding potentially hazardous spills or other substances, her highly malleable form squeezed into a square shape to conform to her new prison but her features still vaguely visible. That was when their laughter escaped.

They couldn't help it. Not after a sight like that. Maybe narrowly escaping horrible goopy death helped their hysterics. Erica hadn't even fully retracted her tongue before she was giggling madly, needing to lean on Sabel for support while they gasped for air. Just ... looking there, at Bry's face all mashed up tight against the side of a heavy, clear container, struggling but helpless to escape, they were left completely broken, tears in their eyes before they finally recovered. It took some heaving, some sighing, coming down from that high as if from orgasm. Only then did it become a matter of figuring out what to do with their foiled attacker. Sabel gave the lizard a lingering look, and nodded her approval.

"Good work, Erica. Pretty sure we just about got eaten. Remind me to raise your cut once we're done with all of this. And figure out who's still alive."

"Oh, I'll remind you. We still gotta deal with her though. I wonder what she suggests?"

Despite the captivity, Bry was still able to shout some muffled defiance towards those intruders.

"You fools! You think it was that easy! What are you going to do once I get out of here, hm? I have resources at my command the likes of which you can't even imagine! I will hunt you down to the ends of the galaxy."

"Right. Good point." Sabel tapped her chin. "Probably shouldn't just leave her like that. She might make things tough later."

"Lemme see ..." Erica walked over, removing the containment tank from the device, and carrying it along with her. It sloshed subtly with her every step, further distorting Bry's confined features. "You know, trapped like this, I think she's good as neutralized. Could probably just ..."

She fondled at the top of that container. It was on far too tight for Bry to remove it herself from within, but she managed to pop it loose with her thumbs just fine. Then she nodded to the boss.

"Wanna do the honours?"

Sabel stepped up and regarded the safely contained hybrid with a tip of her head. Then she just swished her spotty tail and gave another chuckle.

"Hell, why not. I've definitely drank worse before."

That got Bry protesting again.

"Drank? Excuse me? Don't you even think about such a thing. I'll have you know that the effects of such would be entirely unpredictable, possibly catastrophic for your digestive system ..."

Sabel shrugged her shoulders.

"So you're saying it might be fine."

"Well, the odds of such are ... no, wait!"

She didn't get out any more than that. Sabel knew it could have easily killed her, but she didn't become a captain by being a coward. She flipped off that top, hefted up the container like it was a frosty pint of beer or something even better, and started chugging that liquid skunkyote straight down in long, gobbling gulps. She was plenty thick still, but it just reminded Sabel of swallowing cum. Which she was plenty good at. She guzzled that gooey hybrid without even taking a breath, just ulp ulp ulp, her gullet bulging with every throatful. Bry vanished past the cheetah's tits and settled into the big cat's belly, stretching her out and sagging her heavily, making Sabel pitch forward and nearly fall. Erica caught her by the shoulders before she could, leaving that goo-filled gut swollen and swaying, sloshing like a jug, or maybe more like a barrel. Such a sudden stuffing was enough to make it seem like cheetahs could roar for the belch that exploded from her open jaws once she'd fully downed the forbidden beverage. Nearby lab equipment rattled as Sabel blasted that sound outwards, her whole body shaking and jiggling, her captive occupant bouncing up and down as the cheetah's body absorbed the recoil of that nuclear blast of a burp that came with chugging down the entire goo-yote all at once.

"Oog, fuck ... that's filling."

Erica reached around her boss to lightly massage that swollen middle as it started to slosh and churn. Nothing bad had happened yet. And Bry was helpless to escape that trap, left in her not fully solid state as the cheetah began digesting her entire form. That meant absorbing plenty of liquid, simmering her down slowly, though it was much quicker than working over solid food. Sabel licked her lips, finding the lingering layer of goo agreeable to taste and slurp at, and she leaned against that lizard for support as she watched her middle rapidly shrinking down, softening, flattening, losing its shape and heft as the cheetah's body metabolized Bry. There were no amount of fancy experiments of modifications that could stand up to good old digestion. Though there were still some unexpected results as she burbled and faded, melting down to pure liquid and working through the cheetah's form to leave her feeling invigorated, even strengthened by her conquest. Rather than the usual results of eating someone whole, she felt a sudden, burning urge to relieve herself a different way.

"Uh. Gimme a sec. Gotta piss," was all the warning she gave to Erica before turning away from the lizard and hefting her cock in both hands, pointing it right towards the most expensive-looking lab equipment she could spot.

What followed wasn't so much a stream as a high-pressure jet of golden liquid shooting straight from the cheetah's soft dick. She hosed the entire surroundings in the liquid remnants of the digested goo-yote. Nothing was left but for the mess of hello splashing over monitors, desks, and important documents. Everything got soaked down and ruined. A few things sparked out of working order, while papers floated atop the growing puddle of piss on the floor. Sabel sighed her way through the whole thing, the relief near orgasmic. She even closed her eyes in time, faintly smiling, just to know what she'd really done. Not only had she tricked that silly scientist and devoured her, she'd made absolutely certain that her wicked work and experiments would never be useful to anyone ever again. Well, there were probably backups, but it was a setback at least, and the least she could do to get back at someone who had cost her a valuable crew member. That huge piss was for Ysilla.

When she was left, she'd soaked the walls, the ceiling, and near every single electronic component in sight. Erica could only admire the havoc inflicted by the cheetah's overstuffed bladder, patting her boss on the back when she was done.

"Damn. Really went right through you, huh?"

"Mmhmm. That takes care of her."

"Now what?"

Sabel considered for a time. Then she nodded to the lizard and put a hand on her shoulder

"Look. This might not go well. I'm not leaving here without confronting that tiger. But I want you to head back. Take a ship. Look for Dai. Mess up her plans a little."

Erica furrowed her brow.

"You want me to just leave you?"

"Yeah. It's an order. We can't just let her get away. And you're probably ... a little better at resisting her than I am."

Sabel grinned, not in the least bit ashamed of her own weakness to that seductive antelope boss. Erica just nodded.

"If you insist. Get that bitchboss for me, will you?"

"Oh I will. I'm not going down without a fight."

Erica stepped away from the audibly dripping scene, prying open the malfunctioning electronically locked door. All that piss had a way of shorting security measures. She'd have to remember that little secret if she ever needed it. The halls of the government station felt ominous in their emptiness. There was no sound but for her own footsteps and the dull hum of equipment behind the walls. There were no enemy soldiers, no traps, no security devices. She made her way back to the docking back and found a small, fast ship, using her personal device to hack her way past the lock. At least that was tricky. She would have been far too weirded out if stealing a government ship was as easy as stepping into the cockpit, but it took her a few tries at the underlying circuits to finally rewire the door and open it up. From there, it was a matter of checking systems, and taking off, setting off in pursuit of someone she didn't have a single clue on how to find. She was just going to have to figure something out.

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Bailey registered numerous errors before she even managed to enter the room. It might have been cause for concern, even for halting where she was and stopping to diagnose the source of the problem in her many implants and modifications before proceeding, but Dairinn's orders were clear. Confront the boss. The one at the head of it all. And do everything they could to bring her down. They were well-equipped with the latest of technology and modifications to ensure such a thing was possible, even probable in a two on one situation, but they didn't know what exactly waited them on other side of that door. Aside from the ship's bridge. Maybe the tigress would be there, backed by dozens of armed guards ready to open fire. Maybe she wouldn't even make an appearance herself, and the whole thing was rigged to blow as soon as they entered. It would have seen the whole station into critical, probably killed anyone left aboard, crew and prisoner alike, but from what they knew of Hervy, they knew she wouldn't hesitate to make such a sacrifice. Which made it all the more surprising when they found her all by herself, her back to them, fingers working swiftly over a nearby console, clacking away. She didn't turn to face them.

The jay turned to the cardinal, but they didn't say anything. It looked like a prime opportunity for an ambush, for them to charge and take her down and stuff her away somewhere. Sure, she was a big cat, but there were two birds in her den and she surely couldn't deal with them both at once. They were right about to make their move, but they ... couldn't. It was like they'd suddenly been frozen to the ground, or that their legs weighed a thousand pounds. A readout over Bailey's vision told her that it was more than a few errors. Her cybernetics went critical when she so much as tried to take another step towards the tigress, showing reports of unauthorized access. Worse than that was when she got no information at all, a mere moment later. Everything was just turned off. Not responding. A glance to the side revealed Carmen wasn't doing any better, looking as if she was struggling against some sort of invisible bindings. She felt a great deal of fuzzy static in her head, some kind of ringing sound, and everything was muted and muffled as if underwater as Hervy finally turned to make her introduction.

"Ladies." She stood tall above them, stripped down to her stripes, lashing her tail back and forth. Despite her stern reputation, the amusement on her face was plain. "I suppose you were not aware of that little backdoor. I've gone ahead and disabled your enhancements, but I'm sure you understand. We want this confrontation to be fair, don't we?"

The birds didn't say anything. Bailey tapped the side of her head a few times, trying to get her implants to automatically reboot, but they remained unresponsive. She was nothing more than flesh and useless metal before the tall, potent tigress stroking her flared equine dick right in front of them both. For how dulled her senses felt, the jay couldn't even get a proper huff of that scent wafting towards them both. She was a prisoner in her own meat-body, all the usual enhancements serving as nothing more than additional weight strapped onto her useless form. At least Carmen managed to move, mustering up some strength and clanking forth on wobbly, imbalanced legs to try to do ... well, something. Anything to try to slow or take down that stripe-clad villain, all according to orders. And programming, perhaps. It was hard to say. But either way, the tigress visibly thought very little of the approach.

"Please. I know you're probably uploaded somewhere, so you can afford to be reckless. But let's not drag this out unnecessarily."

She folded her arms at first, but held them out once Carmen was near. It wasn't exactly a struggle or a fight. She took the red bird by the shoulders and dunked her beak-first against the head of that bulging horsecock. The cardinal never even got a chance to say anything. Not that she was ever much for speaking. But she was swiftly immersed in that gripping shaft, snug against the tip before squelching past the slight resistance of that slit so she could get sucked up tight by the grip of that shaft. A shove of her black, scaled hands against it did very little other than help stir it to life. Hervy wasn't even fully hard once she started effortlessly consuming the bird, but she got there after enough stroking and shoving. Some of it was playing with herself, groping her dick, running her hands up and down that mottled shaft, letting the veins bulge up taut beneath her fingertips. But of course, she also had to guide the bird to her destination, shoving and tugging, getting handfuls of feathers and letting them flutter to the floor as she worked on stuffing Carmen straight down her dick. For all the power, all the potent, dangerous abilities the avian might have possessed when every part of her was functional, she was little more than fodder for the big cat's lustful hunger when it mattered most.

"Ooh! That tickles a little. Carmen, was it? Or were you Bailey? Ah, it hardly matters. Just get comfortable in my nuts, bird."

A grunt became a fang-bearing snarl once she slipped sleekly over those feathers, glossing them up with precum so thick it could have choked someone. Her cock loudly schlurped around the inches of feathery treat slowly, but steadily slipping down her dick. The juices ran heavy down Carmen's body, sticking her luscious down to her skin, ruining that fine, preened plumage while she got glurked down a fat equine cock. Bailey knew she should have done something, should have fought to overcome her own physical limitations and rescue that fellow bird from the clutches of that hungry dick. But she couldn't move much at all, her legs locked in place, clamped and rigid. They were more metal than anything else after all the work done on them, ensuring that once disabled, she couldn't even move from place to place. If she had time, she could detach them, manually override them, but that would have been a matter of hours, not the seconds that she had left. And Carmen had even less time, her tits already squishing nicely in the outline beneath the mottled flesh of that feasting cock.

The cardinal could barely squirm. Her power was drained, and what remained of her physical, unmodified body was simply average. It couldn't hope to hold up to Hervy's potency, or her desire. The tigress' dick gulped loudly around every feather, every curve, swallowing in bulging slurps that soon had the red bird's feet kicking high into the air, but only weakly. Bailey was left trapped in her own body, watching those black toes curling, knowing she was next. She didn't let it frighten her, of course. But she couldn't help but wear a sneer of distaste that someone like Carmen, who she'd worked with for so long, who she'd seen so easily snuff out numerous targets and troublemakers alike over years of cooperation, going down so easily, it just wasn't right. It should have been a struggle, an epic confrontation, even if it ended up being a losing one. But instead they'd lost to some trick. A few lines of code, and they were a meal for a horsedicked tiger, fed to her heaving cock, swallowed whole and packed away into her plush, sagging nuts. They were already hanging lower once Carmen's face settled deep within their sloshing confines, audibly jostling about with their creamy contents, making Hervy's entire body clench up tight with those contractions of pleasure. When she caught Bailey's gaze, she gave a cruel smile, licking slowly along her lips and teeth.

"You know, you out to be thankful, really. I could have done much worse. Your vitals are still functioning, you'll notice. It could have been as easy as that." She snapped her fingers to demonstrate. "Instead, you get a nice, smooth ride down to somewhere warm, and can relax knowing you'll be put to good, juicy, orgasmic use."

She finished her little tease with a sharp thrust forward, one that flailed what remained of Carmen up and down, waving her like a bright red flag. After that, it was simply a matter of clenching her away, dragging her down wetly, spraying juices clear across the room and spattering important-looking consoles and devices with a misting of fresh tigress pre-jizz. Even in her dulled state, Bailey could tell how potent that heavy musk was getting. It was enough to make her twitch, make her writhe a bit where she stood, unable to resist its charms despite the bad situation they were in. Carmen's feed vanished into the embrace of that broadly flaring cocktip, leaving Hervy to clack her teeth together and snarl-rumble her way through the remaining swallow. She put her whole body into it, undulating like a serpent, mrowling between her teeth as she lashed her tail against her thigh. Her nuts got fatter, the left one hanging much lower than the right for the moment, loudly glooshing and gloshing about their thickening contents as they churned and pulled up tight around their new occupant. Even from where she stood, Bailey could see every singly curvy detail outlined in the silky white fur of Hervy's sack, wobbling about with their squirming occupant, sagging almost to the floor. But for as full as the tigress' nuts might have been, there was definitely room for more.

"Ulp, gulp, gone. That's what happens to anyone who goes against me." She winked at Bailey. "I'm going to do this to your boss, too. Once I'm done with you two. And that cheetah. Mmm, I predict some very enjoyable cumshots in my near future. But for now ... let's have a look at you."

Bailey clenched her hands into fists, as if she might strike the big cat making her jiggly approach. Hervy was curvy enough without someone sagging her nuts down low, bouncing up and down with her every step. Carmen wasn't crying out or anything. Maybe she was too tough to ask for help, even in such a spunky situation, or maybe she was already well past the point of communicating. She was certainly getting churned. The noise got louder as the tigress approached, and more aggressive too. From a gentle burble to a more fearsome glurrrrn, the big cat processed her prey with ruthless efficiency. She melted the edges off that bird in minutes, working on her curves soon after. Bailey watched as the features of the other avian smoothed over and digested before her eyes, becoming little more than a faintly cardinal-shaped weight in Hervy's left nut, loudly splashing back and forth against the walls of that musk-packed chamber. All the digesting just made the tigress harder, thicker, her cock barely bouncing as she walked for how rigid it was. A fat bead of precum formed at the tip as thick as Bailey's fists, wobbling with the motion of approach, before finally falling free to stretch down and snap, splatting right down in front of the jay's feet. That cock trembled with the urge to devour, and it was pointed right at the blue bird like a cannon.

"Now, no need to rush things. I think we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves," the tigress teased, slipping up close to the bird and taking Bailey by the hips.

She squeezed and thrust her hips forth, plapping her dick against the jay's own, pressing up from her balls to her breasts. The motion made her spurt right in that feathery face, leaving Bailey to recoil and sputter, still saying nothing. Hervy just went on.

"I've always liked feathers. They feel so nice to rub against. And I love how they digest. I wonder if I'll spurt them out when I'm done with you two, or if you'll just be completely, utterly gone. Tigerspunk and nothing more."

A few humping jabs helped to smear those juices all over that blue and white plumage, sinking deep into her skin. There was no mistaking the scent from there. Especially not with that cock jutting right up near her face, leaving her to taste its juices even as she fought to keep her beak closed. The flavour just got into everything, sinking into every detail, every feather, marking her, claiming her, taking ownership away as surely as if she'd reprogrammed the bird on the spot. It created such odd urges, stiffing the jay's softened shaft, making her twitch and squirm in ways she couldn't even explain. A little tremble of her tongue, and it looked as if she might say something, but she instead let it fall to silence and instead spoke with her actions. She might not have been the most talented with her tongue, compared to some, but she could still lick just fine, and put that skill to use cleaning all the clinging mess from the very tip of that big fat mushroom flare pushed right up in her face.

"Mm!" came the tigress' rumbly note of surprise. "Oh, that's good, very good. Just go on. Follow the taste. Breathe deep. Let your urges guide you. Cats know where birds belong, and I think you do too."

Bailey didn't need to be told. She guided herself in, caught up in an instant by an intoxicating scent that drove her far beyond reason after a mere few huffs. The ability to ask why she was doing what she was doing was long gone. Without her robotics, her many enhancements and improvements over the years, she was little more than a creature of instinct, trembling before a tigress so tempting she was like a demoness. Her lust was invasive, spreading into Bailey's mind, coercing her to feed herself to that great spire of a tigress cock. Slurping, gobbling gulps echoed around her as she dove straight down, wriggling head-first into the heft of all that meaty shaft, letting herself be squeezed and kneaded inwards by the power of Hervy's lust alone. The big cat stood with her hands on her hips, keeping perfectly steady even as she pulled the silky-soft bird right up off her feet, supporting that feathery weight with the strength of her rigid shaft, slowly bucking back and forth as she fucked the jay straight down her dick.

Those fat feline nuts were churning as the bird approached. Carmen was already softened deep within, cum sagging that sack down low, making it wobble all the more as the jay got herself drenched in juices and pounded by the heavy sounds of impending digestion into cat jizz. The heat subdued her worries. She was filled with nothing but delight as she made the musky slide down that squeezing tube, feeling it hugging all around her curves, flattening down her flooded feathers and making sure that marking scent sunk nice and deep into her skin. A few twitches of her legs looked briefly like a struggle, flailing through the air as the big cat pulled her off her feet, but that was just the spasms of bliss as Hervy sucked in the bird's dick. A broad outline of Bailey's own hard shaft slid beneath the veiny surface of the tigress' bigger member, pleasuring her all the way down until she was spurting on herself. It just kept coming, all milked out of her by those warm, squelching walls, the jay's broken moans muffled by the flesh around her until they were drowned out entirely as she dunked headfirst into the freshly-churned cream that used to be a cardinal. There was still a feather or two left floating there in the viscous spunk, but those were the only traces Bailey could find.

Hervy didn't much care whether her prey remained in that contented, compliant state until the end. When she tucked away those birdy feet, finishing off her feast with an extended cock-gulp that had her pumping her hips back and forth, jiggling her balls, she simply sighed and ignored the squirms. Maybe that was Bailey realizing what a predicament she was in, maybe she was still enjoying herself. She'd melt all the same. That meant making Hervy's balls expand, hanging lower, touching the floor. That made her snort in pleasure briefly before she settled to a rumble. She was still swishing her tail, her cock lightly bobbing back and forth as she moved, hard as ever. Churning around those jay curves was only making her hornier, making her clench her teeth and rowl in ecstasy. It would have been so easy to just stroke herself to an explosive release, or even just flex her cock just right, for all the tension trembling down her inches, the pleasure rolling up her spine and sparking between her ears. But she held on, biting her lip, wearing a smirk of anticipation.

Surely Sabel would find her soon. She made sure her crew stood down. No traps. No turrets, nothing. It was just the two of them on that ship, for the most part. Nobody could get between their confrontation. And only one of them would walk away when it was all over. The firmness of her cock, the constant churning glorshes of her nuts said enough about how much she'd been looking forward to finally getting a piece of that damn troublesome cheetah. She always seemed to slip away somehow, always seemed to find some way to be a huge nuisance every time they met. Well, Hervy wouldn't let her get away this time. Their showdown was going to be a very intimate one, and it all started the moment the spotty cat stepped through the door to the bridge, obliviously stumbling right into range of that primed cannon in the form of a thickened, bulging, steadily pulsing tigress cock dripping gobs of pre thick enough to fill a mug. Hervy would hold onto that tension for as long as it took to make her introduction to her longtime rival.

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The ship had the usual stealth systems engaged, but Erica knew how to overcome such things. She got a blip and zeroed in on the location, finding the small vessel idling in government space like its occupant didn't fear a thing. All the more reasons to suspect her of being up to something, but she couldn't act on suspicion alone. She was going to have to investigate, despite the deep feeling that she was definitely stepping into an obvious trap. Maybe the whole ship was empty but for an excess of explosives and it'd erupt as soon as Erica stepped on board. But that seemed a little crude for Dairinn, perhaps. Knowing her, she liked to take care of problems with a bit of a personal touch, whenever she could. The lizard reached out to the dashboard and rang the shuttle on comms, and was surprised when she got a response from the old boss herself.

"Hello Erica. Was there something you needed?"

Of course she was all charm. It didn't necessarily mean she was hiding anything. She was always like that. But then, maybe she was always hiding something. Erica leaned into the microphone and gave a snappy reply.

"Oh, don't give me that, Dai. I know you're up to something. Maybe Sabel thinks you're on her side, but, I'm not so easily seduced."

"Are you not? A shame." The oryx's image on the screen was clear enough that Erica could see her making a teasing pouty face. "I would much prefer to talk about this in person, if you might."

That made the lizard furrow her brow. "You're hardly in a position to negotiate that. I'm pretty sure this ship is better armed than your shuttle there."

"You might be surprised." The corner of Dai's mouth twitched slightly. "But I would much prefer not to engage in a firefight while we drift in heavily guarded space, within range of several hundred turrets. It would be a very unfortunate outcome of what should prove a preventable conflict, if only you give me the courtesy of your time and presence."

Erica could only roll her eyes at that. Another trick. Of course it was! Dai didn't amass such secretive power without knowing every way of fooling someone. But, if she wasn't going to get any further over comms, then she didn't have much choice. Getting into a dogfight wouldn't have ended well for either of them. And Sabel wouldn't have been happy to know it ended that way, either. Even if this whole situation was caused by her boss' weakness for that big black flare zebra-style cock, and all the scents that came off of those smooth, glossy black oryx nuts, not to mention those elegantly-painted curves, and - what was Erica thinking about, again? She blinked a few times, still staring at the image of the oryx on the screen. From the small image, she could already tell that Dairinn was likely topless. No doubt she thought the very same tactic that worked on Sabel would work on her. Well, Erica was just going to have to show her how potent she could be. There weren't many who could resist that tongue of hers.

"I don't trust you in the slightest, but very well. We're obviously not going to get any farther sitting here like this."

"I'm glad you agree. You are free to dock as you like. I am alone on here."

That seemed unlikely to Erica too. No guards, no hidden henchmen or women? The pilot could have been automated, but even so. There had to be some sort of surprise. Erica would be ready. The two of them conducted the standard docking procedure. Nothing was suspicious there. If Dairinn planned to blast the lizard out to space in the middle of it, she must have changed her mind. Not long after, and Erica stepped into the relatively modest shuttle, finding Dai waiting for her. And she was every bit as prepared as if she were waiting for a lover. The mature oryx sat comfortable on a long couch, her arms spread wide, looking every bit as luxuriant as always despite her low-key surroundings. She wasn't wearing a single article of clothing, allowing the lizard to get a full look at all those fabled curves, those fine plump tits that hardly seemed to care for gravity despite their owner's age, those broad, matronly hips. And of course, there was Dai's dick, standing all at full attention, hardened as if moments away from release, from cumming right across the whole little shuttle just from the sight of the lizard entering alone. But it was hardly like Erica was any less indecent, nakedly jiggling her way into sight. Dairinn gave her a smile once she showed her scales.

"I will tell you the truth, and that is something I mean. You have every reason to suspect me of complete betrayal." She leaned forward, rubbing her palms together lightly. Erica's eyes darted to the boss' hands just in case it was some sort of secret trick, or a hidden control device, or whatever. "I consider it more of a chess move, not a stab in the back. It is all part of the great game we play. But I don't expect you to believe me just like that, of course."

Erica folded her arms beneath her breasts, but she was already biting her lip. Dai was just sitting there, ever so casually showing off her massive girth, her huge, flared zebracock just throbbing away like it was no big deal. It flexed taut enough to give a good look at every single bulging vein, at that firm medial ring pressing outwards. And there was even a steady, excessively thick drop of pre running slowly down the entire ebon spire, adding even more sleekness to a shaft that was already gloriously glistening beneath the lights. Erica's eyes were locked upon that unquestionably impressive prick, fondling it with her gaze until she got to Dai's fat balls. And that certainly didn't cease her staring either, her tongue lapping along her lips as if unconsciously, just to swipe up all the saliva accumulating there. She could practically taste the big boss' unique taste for all the musk floating through the air.

Of course it was having an effect on Erica, her own cock starting to stand up without so much as a single stroke. She swished her tail, bit her tongue lightly, and finally tore her attention away from that shiny equine gear, making her way up to Dai's face. After a brief pause to ogle those plump oryx tits, anyway. She found the boss wearing a smile, which just made her all fold her arms all the tighter, practically hugging herself, impatiently tapping a foot as she put on her most defiant of expressions.

"Mmhmm. And were you going to produce some sort of, say, evidence to prove you're not just a vicious opportunist?"

That made Dairinn laugh. "I do not think I could ever disprove such a thing if accused. But that is not what we are talking about."

"So, show me."

"I would rather not." Dairinn sat back again, the posture naturally jutting her cock forward. Erica's eyes strayed for just a moment. "Instead, I would much prefer we hash out the terms of your cut right at this moment. There is nothing wrong with getting paid twice, I say."

"Hmph. And I suppose said negotiations involve you fucking me over?"

"Only literally speaking, of course." Dairinn finally touched her own shaft, giving it a slow, luxuriant stroke with loose-gripping fingers. The sound of skin on skin was enough to make Erica's tail and dick alike twitch sharply. "And do give me some credit. I intend to be entirely fair with how we distribute our pleasure."

The lizard remained rigid as if frozen to the spot. She wanted to turn her tail and walk away right then just to prove that she was loyal to her boss. But that would have been stepping down from a challenge, from such a prime opportunity to show that cocky oryx who could really fuck. She was no coward. She'd never backed down in matters sex and business alike. And she was not going to treat that herbivore gently, no matter how old and wobbly she might have been. Snorting through her nose, she slurped her tongue right back into her mouth and then cast Dairinn the most intense of glares.

"Fine. But you better be ready for me. I'm not going to break easily."

"I shouldn't expect so."

Dai didn't move from her spot, remaining seated while she rubbed her dick. The constant emanating heat was a beacon for the undeniably horny lizard. Erica followed her nose and tongue alike, licking that flavour right from the air as it beckoned her in. Soon the lizard stood tall above the boss, thinking all the ways she could probably just overwhelm and overpower the herbivore. The only advantage Dairinn had was experience. That, and that irresistibly silky scent, one that made Erica positively ache to get her tongue on that dick. She swirled her tongue through the air, showing off its dexterity, and then she attacked. Not violently, but it was surely every bit as shocking to feel that nimble slurper coiling around near every single inch of pitch black oryx cock like a striking serpent, constricting tightly and claiming that juicy dick for herself. And it very much pleased her see that for all her smugly dominant demeanour, that sudden squeeze was enough to get not just a snort of surprise out of Dairinn, but in fact a good, deep moan that went on without pausing for breath for far longer than was even reasonable.

That was to be expected. Erica was good with her tongue. As many coworkers, bosses, and prey alike had discovered in the past. She pulled up tight, squeezing out some more precum. That musky treat was only slightly thicker than the drool dribbling over every coiled inch of the lizard's tongue. It hit her tastebuds richly, filling her senses with that flavour she so desired. There was plenty more to lap up from the oryx's dick, and she worked to massage that shaft from every angle at once. And then there was the squeezing, that tight, constricting pressure that was simply unparalleled. She watched the oryx squirm, tapping a hoof on the floor, curling her fingers, even closing her eyes. Erica knew she had her, at least for the moment. She probably didn't even need to suck that fat zebra cock to get Dai off. But she did anyway, because she wanted to, slipping smoothly down in a deep squat, using her tail for balance until she could plant her palms atop Dairinn's painted thighs and brace herself to gobble down that flared tip. She didn't hesitate to swallow it, no matter how wide it got with Dai's flexing, bulging twitches of near-orgasm that came with just a few seconds of having that talented lizard sucking on her cock. At least that old boss lasted longer than most.

The flavour and heat running down Erica's throat had a trace of familiarity to her. She couldn't really place it. She was lost in the musk wafting into her nose, diving down until her gullet was bulging broadly with the outline of all that meat. That didn't stop her from pumping back and forth, up and down, slipping and slopping along that shaft to give Dai a double dose of pleasure from lips and tongue working on her inches all at once. Erica slicked up every detail, every place that might be sensitive, kissing right down to those fat nuts until they smacked her chin with the force of her facefucking herself down on oryx dick as swiftly and smoothly as she possibly could. Dairinn gripped the arms of her seat for stability, but she couldn't stop herself from showing how much she was loving every second of getting spoiled by that supremely gifted lizard.

"Ahh ... Erica ... you are ... mmmmm ... very good at this." It might have sounded like mild praise, but Dai didn't give such compliments out easily. Erica knew that. "Perhaps I ought to just poach you for my own crew, with such abilities ..."

She could barely even get those words out without gasping heavily. Erica was plunging up and down, doing some impressive squats without showing a hint of fatigue. That almost seemed like taunting the older, less mobile of the two, but she didn't relent. She still had her finishing move. That involved curling the tip of her flexible tongue even lower, licking along the surface of Dairinn's bouncing nuts as the oryx lightly thrust her hips up into the lizard's slobbery maw. Erica didn't stop there, working down, beneath, lifting those balls right up until she could put the pressure right up against Dairinn's lightly sweaty taint. That let her press that button, firmly, ruthlessly, putting all the strength of her tongue into massaging Dai's prostate from the outside. For all the oryx's willpower and stability, she couldn't possibly hold up to such a perfect touch. The tingling release surged straight up, starting from her taint, her thighs, making her clench her ass while she bucked balls-deep in lizard maw, finally taking charge to plant her hands atop the back of Erica's skull and fuck her way to climax with the messiest of schloppings up between those tightly pursed lips. A snorted, teeth-clenched, hoof stomping climax was hardly the picture of dignity that Dairinn normally exuded, but she could not help herself. She was going to fuck that face and cum inside that lizard no matter what.

Erica was at least prepared for the hefty eruption that followed, though she underestimated just how potent those fat nuts could be. They looked productive enough, slapping heavily against her jade-scaled chin while Dairinn blew her load straight down the lizard's throat. But there was so much more than even seemed reasonable, as if she'd just finished churning someone up. There was that familiar taste again too, pumping straight down Erica's open gullet, stuffing her belly with oryx musk and something more. Something made it even richer, even more potent, weighting the liz down, stretching her, rounding her, making her wobble with the weight of all that freshly-milked oryx spunk sloshing and splashing down her throat and into her gut. The pressure of each extended shot eventually made it reflect back on itself, spilling out over Dairinn's lap in a torrent of spit and jizz, soaking down her thighs, rolling to the floor, pouring down the lizard's bare green tits to coat and cling to her, marking her down with that deeply enticing scent. Eventually it was raining down upon her own hard dick, leaving her own urges all the more apparent to her.

When she finally needed a swallow or two of actual air, Erica schlupped her way straight back up and let it all pour down her body. Cum squished between her toes, pooled around Dairinn's hooves, and left the whole shuttle smelling of hot sex. Steam rose from the mess they made together, leaving the whole scene misted by the cloud of musky spunk and sweat alike. Erica retracted her tongue slowly, toying with that still-firm shaft as Dairinn panted, showing her tongue briefly in an expression of utter bliss. She looked broken, defeated, but her cock staying so hard even after a release like that contrasted that plenty. Erica knew she wasn't done yet. But she certainly had the advantage. She swished her tail a few times, tapping it from hoof to hoof just below, teasing the overheated boss, patiently waiting for her to recover. But not for too long.

"Is that all you can give me? Hmm? I'm not going to wait around forever. I'll just have to take charge."

Dairinn gently smiled at that. She was still breathing a bit heavily, but more slowly, and she rose to press her tits to Erica's as they eyed each other with suspicion and desire alike. That meant frotting her shaft right up against the lizard's own, gliding and grinding as they humped together, dripping various fluids. With that equine advantage, Dai's was still bigger, though it was a pretty close match. A little jab of Dai's hips made Erica step back, but only for balance. She wasn't being overpowered. It was something different, something more than that. She couldn't help but get right on Dairinn's rhythm, swaying with her, bouncing, bumping, pressing their warm bodies close together in something like a dance. That led to them moving across the room together, hooves and scaly feet in sync, their bodies nearly one as they rubbed on each other until Erica couldn't help but let out a sharp, pleasured hiss. Her own cock was leaking lightly, putting out a thin stream of precum that was only getting heavier, and for a moment she realized she wasn't even sure what she wanted aside from getting off. The air was thick with breathable lust, and it was feeding the intense desire inside her, making her legs weak. That was just enough of an advantage for Dairinn to take over, nudging her head against Erica's chest until she obeyed that urging and toppled for the big horny boss, dick straight up in the air, giving Dai the perfect target.

Age had only made the oryx thicker, giving her an exceptionally ample pair of thighs to support a nice big booty just beneath that lifted paintbrush tail. Erica got a good look from where she stretched out on the floor, looking up in rapture as Dai turned her hips around and showed off that sleek, smooth donut pucker of hers. Erica felt her tongue wettening within her mouth, the urge to just stick it straight up and take a good look between Dai's painted cheeks an overwhelming one, but she strayed right where she was as the older lady lowered herself down with care and precision, sitting on that lizard dick as casually as if settling into a chair. She lined herself up and pushed Erica's cock against her asshole, sliding it along the rim, making it glide on its own precum until she put just a little more weight straight down on that shaft and let it spread her ring wide open for a moment. After that, it was simply a matter of sinking down on her knees, pushing the lizard's shaft inside her, sheathing her snugly in her rump while she lightly bleated her satisfaction. That was all the noise she made for the moment, in great contrast to the reptile just beneath her, left hissing and sharply exhaling through her clenched teeth just to feel herself enveloped by Dairinn's heated, clenching warmth.

"Oh, I feel that, Erica. That quivering desire deep within you. Does your boss ever ride you like this?" Dairinn cast a saucy wink over her shoulder as she sat firmly down on the lizard's nuts. "It's perfectly alright to just lie back and let me work a while. I don't mind at all."

She bounced that fine butt on Erica's hips and the lizard hardly did a thing to help. All she could provide was the girth to ride, watching that fine ass bouncing and jiggling atop her while she curled her toes and tried not to audibly admit to just how much she was enjoying it. Pumping deep within that donut was the clenching massage she never knew she needed so badly. She watched the visible curves of Dai's tits bouncing from the back. The boss worked at a steady, pumping pace, stuffing herself full of lizard dick to the point of stretching her belly, but she hardly gave a moment of hesitation. Her ring might have been broad, easy to slip into, but once inside, Erica got to experience all tension, all those inner muscles working over her every inch until she was positively squirting precum straight up between that tufted tail. She slowly reached her way to Dairinn's hips, just framing the full broad shape of that fine ass as it plapped down on her scales, flinging some sweat from those cheeks, the whole room steaming up, misting the many screens and controls while they did their thing.

Yeah, fine. Erica had to admit it. She couldn't last. Dai knew how to use that thick ass of hers, how to bounce and bump and grind in just the way Erica liked, as if they already had years of fucking each other to know all the intricate details of each other's bodies. She made all manner of funny faces, twisting her tongue around her own head in that lusty fury, drumming her hands upon the painted cheeks of Dairinn's soft round butt while she got deeply thumped by the older oryx's working hips. That lizard did her best to try to stave it off, to keep going, but she couldn't fight off the pleasure that came with getting her dick so perfectly squeezed and massaged by that taut donut working her from tip to base. One more perfect lunge and she finally erupted, giving every spurt she had, bucking, humping, thrusting up between those cheeks while she hissed like she was spitting. A hot shot of lizard cum splashed straight into Dai's backside, splashing back to pool around the lizard's hips while her nuts churned and she milked out what felt like two orgasms rolled up into one messy, heated moment of pure climax with that big boss seated snugly on her dick. Dai didn't let up until she got everything out of her.

It was enough to leave the lizard panting, sweating, gasping for a few extended moments that made seconds feel like hours. Then she was gasping even louder as that creamed-up hole schlurped and popped free of her shaft, splashing seed in all directions, painting the cabin of that shuttle in their mixed musk all the thicker. Anyone who rode in that small ship was going to know exactly what happened there - or close enough at least. That vulnerable moment of tingly orgasm, of overbearing afterglow like a weight on her chest left Erica not exactly paying attention to whatever it was the oryx was doing after she pulled her well-fucked ass off that dick and rained some excess jizz down on the scales below. How fast could she move anyway? There was probably nothing to fuss about, Erica thought, at least until she found herself quite suddenly enveloped between those cheeks once more. Dai just took two surprisingly steady steps back, tapping those hooves beside Erica's head, and came down firmly on that scaled face, smothering her up against that glazed donut, making the lizard eat the mess she made, immersed in her own cum as it squished against her lips.

Of course she was going to eat that ass. What else was she supposed to do when she had her whole face snug between two lovely cheeks, and a whole creampie to eat out of a smooth, taut donut? She dug her tongue inside, shaking up that cocky oryx's confidence, making her huff and wobble like she was ready to topple over. Instead, she straightened her spine, raised her tail higher, and flexed that ass while she brought it down hard on Erica's face, giving a few jiggly twerks that had that glossy rim kissing against her lips, stretching, opening, and finally tucking her nose and mouth tightly within without any sort of fanfare. That wasn't much trouble yet, but the pressure built, the weight seemed to double, all as Dai got to bearing her rump down hard, slurping along those cheeks, that chin. Erica didn't even think to properly shove at that ass until she was neck-deep in Dai booty, getting squeezed from every side, lewdly swallowed by the deep, dark, musky confines of the boss antelope's rear. And all that jizz she gave her was lube for her passage into those stretching depths.

"Ah, there we go, Erica. Apologies. As much as I would have loved to cut a deal, this is far too big to take risks. It's not that I don't trust you. It's more that it is so much easier this way."

The lizard's only response was a muffled complaint, not managing to get any solid words out as she got tucked neatly into those humid innards, sucked and dragged straight up Dairinn's ass by those clenching muscles alone. It was all enough to let the oryx slowly settle forth onto her hands and knees, rump raised up to get a better angle on consuming her prey, one squeeze at a time. Those flexes squished the cum-slick inner walls all around Erica's bare scales, nearly forcing the air out of her lungs for how firm they were. She might have been crushed if the walls weren't so soft and squishy, instead just getting kneaded, her muscles loosened by the oddly soothing pressure and height despite the danger of the situation. There was no amount of wriggling that got her loose from those confines. She kicked her legs, dragged them along the floor, but all she seemed to manage was wobbling Dai's body a little as she got eaten whole. Judging by the moans she heard filtered down through the oryx's insides, all that squirming just made the process feel even better.

Once Dairinn slickly gripped over the lizard's hips and cock, tucking away the widest part of her, there wasn't much left to do but to stroke her cock and enjoy the victory. Perhaps it was a slightly unfortunate one, doing away with a potential ally just because the stakes were too high to leave her whole. But it still felt fantastic to slide those scales up her ass and tuck that lizard away in a pool of her own cream, somewhere deep in Dai's bulging intestines. Her belly swelled until she could barely hug her arms around it, stretching out beneath her tits as she sighed into the last few inches of consumption, pumping the lizard up inside her with every heavy clench. It was like a massage for them both at once, but the oryx evidently enjoyed it more. As soon as she tucked away the lizard's toes and tail tip, fully sealing that scaly body inside her, claiming her, she went off like a rocket, like a firework suddenly let off as she creamed a rope of seed straight up into the air. It nearly reached the ceiling, arcing back down to splat on the floor with the rest of the steaming mess, painting the room with musk again as she got off on the pleasure of consuming Erica alone, completely hands-free.

"Mmmmmm, now there we have it. Those are my terms," Dairinn huffed through clenched teeth. "Regrettable or not - you were a very fine meal. This shall be a pleasant flight home while I digest you, I suspect."

There was nothing Erica could do, no protests, no getting a message off before it was too late. Maybe Dai really was a traitor. Or maybe she just had bigger plans. Erica would never know, left to contemplate the encroaching pressure and squeezes, accompanied by those ominous, building churns, echoing all around her in her musky prison of flesh. If only Sabel could have seen her, she would have known who to trust, but that wasn't going to happen. Off the oryx flew, vanishing from government space and into her own lawless land where she was queen, digesting yet another someone who could have threatened her to ensure she stayed upon her throne of plots and corruption. But Sabel was just going to have to believe her when she said she really was on her side, even if the cheetah's underlings wouldn't.