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The trick was to act like he belonged there. Looking the part was easy enough, and it was more than just the clothes. Blithe was dressed at least to the nines, all done up like some sort of duke or lord while the guests mingled about at the fancy penthouse party. The chubby horse certainly stood out among the crowd for his sheer size and girth, but he had the moves down too. He made sure to puff himself up and appear as if it was absolutely preposterous to assume he wasn't invited, completely ignoring the suspicious glances directed his way as people walked by without recognizing him, silently insisting they must have been mistaken. It was a subtle sort of thing he'd perfected over the years, after sneaking into one party after another. Mainly for the snacks. These kinds of shindigs always had the best ones.

This one was easier than most. Seemed like all the bigwigs of the fashion industry had gathered in one place, overlooking the city from that colossal tower. That meant all kinds of unusual outfits around him, from the elaborate to the bizarre and abstract. There were plenty of quirk personalities on display too. He subtly scanned the crowd now and then, looking calm while he did so. Too much looking back and forth and people would think he'd look nervous, so he just sat sipping his fancy three-layered cocktail while considering the many admirable figures all around him. There were designers and models alike mingling while the music pumped, some kind of glitzy electropop that bounced and thumped with bass heavy enough to shake those floor-to-ceiling windows all around the room. No sense just sitting there drinking all night, as much as he enjoyed the complimentary booze. It was time to rub elbows with the biggest names in fashion. Supposedly. He had no idea who anyone was, admittedly.

It wasn't exactly a dance floor as it was a faintly bobbing area, but that seemed a good enough place for him to find someone interesting. People huddled in groups, forming rings of conversations that would have been hard for him to insert himself into. Instead, he looked for someone more isolated, someone who didn't quite fit in there, just like him, as much as he was pretending he did. He caught them making eyes at him from across the room, and so he gave them a sly look right back. They started it. A tall, somewhat older lioness stood towering over a small, feminine zebra fellow. For whatever reason, he immediately got the sense they were a couple of some sort. Maybe it was the paired outfits. She was all black, a smart blazer belted around her middle, hugging around her muscular upper body, that golden strap a sparse splash of colour to the simple, yet striking look. The zebra meanwhile wore something similar in white. Both of them had a yellow flower of some sort tucked into a breast pocket, completing the look. What a cute couple they must have been. The cat was nearly twice the size of the zebra, gazing over at Blithe with an intense, even hungry expression, while the smaller equine was all kinds of flirty, offering a sly little smirk when he caught the returned gaze. Blithe had to admit he felt thoroughly seduced.

When he trotted over, curious at what they might have in mind, he found himself greeted by a warm rumble from the big cat. The zebra's warm brown eyes remained trained on him, but the lioness did the talking.

"Was hoping you'd get the idea. We've never seen you at one of these before," she said, her voice steady, commanding. Blithe was just about to come up with some sort of lie when she went on. "I like your cunning. Though I'm not sure why anyone would want to sneak into one of these. They get ever so boring, don't they Kira?"

"Mm. Well, sometimes. Sometimes we meet nice people," the zebra said with a grin.

"Indeed we do." The lioness offered her hand. "I'm Kilrasha, this is Kirabo. We were just talking about you."

"Oh yeah?" Blithe allowed himself to relax a little now that his secret was out. How could they tell so easily? He normally got away with it for hours before someone caught on. Thankfully, they didn't seem to care.

"Oh yes. We were debating, in fact." The lioness raised a hand, tending her own extended claws in a showy sort of way. "Kirabo isn't sure you'll be interested, but I am quite confident a handsome horse would be quite taken by what we have on offer. Care to settle our disagreement? A little carefree fun is one of the only reasons to attend these kinds of things, I think."

"I can think of a number of reasons. But that is certainly among the best." He shifted his eyes back towards the crowd, then gave a hearty chuckle. "Now, we may be surrounded by a lot of open-minded types, but I still think we're hardly going to get away with that right here on the dance floor, such as it is."

"Mm. That's the best part." Kilrasha gave a broad smile. She certainly had impressive teeth to go with her general size, but she wasn't exuding any sort of threat to him. "With the hosts occupied with their guests, the bedrooms are always available. They always have more than they know what to do with, too. Hardly a chance of being caught. But of course, as an experienced party-goer, you know this sort of thing already, I presume."

"Everything but the exact location of said bedroom." He flashed a grin to each of them in turn. "It'd be a pleasure to make your pleasure."

"I like him," the zebra said, winking. "And I'm happy to be wrong, too. Greedy kitty tonight wants two horses, hmm?"

"You want him just as much as I do," the lioness replied.

"I certainly do."

There were plenty of eyes upon the three of them when they moved together to swiftly cross the floor and vanish down one of the unoccupied halls. Some people probably knew what they were up to, but nobody found it in themselves to be outraged. Certainly they were an oddly-matched threesome, with the powerful cat, the feminine zebra, and the portly horse rounding them out, but that was precisely what brought them together. There were so many things each of them brought to the table, so many things to admire. In truth, Blithe welcomed the presence of the zebra to go along with the lioness not just because Kirabo was a cute one. Him standing there with his larger, fangy wife meant she knew how to restraint her bitey urges well enough to keep him around. It struck him as just a little surprising that she'd never eaten him. Maybe she was simply waiting for the right moment, or maybe she wasn't quite the predator her size and strength implied. He'd just have to find out. Soon, the pulsing music grew muffled by the walls between the three of them and the party, an idle thrum that resonated up through his hooves and meaty legs. The bedroom was largely featureless, a broad, king-sized bed in the middle of the room fitted with white sheets and the walls lacking adornments. Must have been one of the many guestrooms in that oversized penthouse. That was exactly the kind of place no one else would wander into while they were busy, but just to be sure, the big cat locked the door behind them as they entered.

"I must say, I admire the choice of outfit," Kilrasha noted as she paced towards the bed, swishing her tufted tail. "Something subtle and people might ask questions, might wonder why you don't want anyone looking at you. But such a regal getup, no one's wondering if you belong. Who would dare sneak in while catching so many eyes?"

"I do pride myself on being a certain type of eye-catching, when I can be," Blithe said, standing up straight, pushing out his belly a little. The act made it jiggle plenty, and subtly grumble beneath the surface. They probably didn't hear it, he figured.

"You certainly got our attention," Kirabo assured. "I think a nice big horse like you deserves to be spoiled. What do you think, 'Rasha?"

The lion's answer was succinct. "I think he should stretch out on the bed for us. And lose the clothes."

Removing himself from that outfit was no simple task, but at that suggestion, Blithe knew what he had to do. He set to loosening one little piece of that outfit at a time, straps, belts, buttons, and eventually managed to peel it off of his heavy form to let his belly jiggle free, his balls drop and swing in the open air. A quick flag of his tail and a sway gave them a good look at that finely rounded ass, but just for a moment. Soon he made that bed sag beneath his weight, watching them approaching. He'd been so set on his own goal of getting nude that he hardly even noticed they were stripping too. They were perhaps a touch more efficient about it. No need for being showy. That big boss lioness towered over her striped husband, all curves and muscle, mixing the two to impressive effect. A figure like that didn't come easy, or often. She had the kind of arms that looked meant for bending steel girders, and thighs that could have crushed a watermelon, all taut and bulging in the right spots. Yet for all her heavily toned musculature, she maintained something distinctly feminine, something seductive to go along with her clear display of brute strength. Meanwhile the zebra simply swayed his broad hips and let his sheath drop and start to fill at the sight of the naked, hefty horse all sprawled out and awaiting their attention. He was much more slight than his wife, his stripes serving to enhance a naturally round, plump set of curves. Hips like those would have been the envy of any lady, and his thighs just looked ever so juicy. A girly scent accompanied him, as if Blithe's mouth wasn't already watering enough at the sight of the fem-stud zebra approaching him along with that titan of a lioness.

They might have been surrounding him, teaming up on him, but he still felt very much in control of what was happening, even as they moved up on either side of him, kneeling on the bed, making it sag down more. The whole frame ended up somewhat lopsided thanks to that big cat, tilting the bed to the left while she moved in to lay a smooch on his cheek. The zebra followed suit, leaving them tending to him from both sides. A smooch, a nibble, a slow stroke of that scratchy tongue, the lioness had all kinds of intense sensations to share with Blithe. Kirabo's licks were smoother, wetter, perhaps even more generous. The two of them ravaged him with kisses with surprising coordination. They were so apart in body type, yet so alike in movement once they got going, truly a couple, and a long-standing one at that.

Together, they worked their tongues down the side of his neck, tasting him, admiring him with their every lick, leaving streaks of saliva along his skin and a tingly sensation in the wake of the feline's rough slurps. It wasn't simply about skipping to the most intimate of places, either. They made sure to lick everything. Whether that meant slipping along his shoulder, or sliding down his arm, even sucking on each of his fingers in turn, they didn't miss a detail. Kilrasha made sure to nibble each of his digits as she worked them too, though it was nothing more than a gentle gesture, using those sharp teeth for the simple act of adding more good feelings to that incredibly thorough body worship. Such a thing was so enjoyable that he found himself firming up before they were even anywhere near his crotch, their kisses to his solid chest bringing him an unusual amount of pleasure.

"Ahh ... you two really know how to work those tongues," he couldn't help but huff.

They didn't engage him on that. They were far too busy. Working slowly down to that barrel of a belly, they added even more pleasure to all that attention when they started to use their hands. Kneading his squishy barrel made the horse puff pleasantly, especially with four hands working him at once. The lioness was of course much stronger, pressing in deep, squeezing, massaging, but Kirabo kept up with her. They both laid kisses on that heavy gut while they worked. That meant working around the curve of it, as well as dipping their muzzles into his navel, one by one. A tickle of the zebra's tongue while he pressed into that groove was ever so slightly tickly, but he welcomed all that attention to his middle. It was one of the most impressive parts of him after all. Eventually, it was enough to make it grumble. A high-class party's appetizers were always such a draw for a hungry horse like him, but so far, he'd mostly just been drinking. That belly was empty, but he could satisfy his hunger later. One way or another. In the meantime, they were doing well to take care of his other appetizers, letting him laze about and soak in all the attention while his arousal grew and grew without so much as a single touch. But of course they couldn't ignore a nice spire of horsecock for long.

Blithe had to fight down a slight whinny once the zebra brushed down from the tip of that semi-firm shaft, smoothly licking all the way to his balls. Then that horse sound slipped free as the lioness joined in on the other side, helping that shaft stiffen with the rough scratch of her tongue down along the sensitive kin. She made sure to slurp just hard enough for him to really feel it, but not enough to be uncomfortable or anything. As big and powerful as she was, she was still a cat, still had that sense of feline precision that helped her apply her tongue exactly where she wanted to use it. Both of them worked up and down his shaft a few times, dipping, diving, dancing those wet surfaces all along the details of his dick until it was filled right out. A flex of pleasure made his hips jump, his flare stretching out as they slathered it up, taking turns cleaning the precum right off that blunt tip. The tingles of Kilrasha's touches were almost too much, swiping over that slick slit over and over. They were never going to manage to completely clean it off if he just kept putting out thick breads of those watery lust-juices for them to lap up, again and again, until he was snorting, squirming, barely able to gasp for how well they were treating him.

"Ahh ... much better than mingling, I would say," he managed to huff out.

"That's just a start. We can do much better," came Kilrasha's rumble. The confidence in her voice meant he believed her immediately.

As if to prove she meant business, the lioness took the first suck. It required her to open wide, to stretch those jaws around that absolute club of a horsecock, but she didn't seem to strain much. Certainly she had experience with equine endowments, though Blithe's was bigger even than Kirabo's own, and the zebra was no slouch. His own shiny black cock stood up tall while the lioness went down on their new acquaintance, pressing that shaft right to her throat, swallowing some of it, even if that meant bulging her gullet with the sheer girth flexing inside her humid maw. She worked it smoothly, slickly, sucking succulently with an excess of schlurking sounds rising up and ringing through the room. Kirabo waited patiently while Kilrasha bounced and bobbed up and down, plunging that between her sultry black lips until she'd left it thoroughly drooled-upon. Then it was the zebra's turn. He was so much smaller than the big cat, but he knew how to suck a cock. Working his whole mouth around it, he had to rise up off his knees just to get a proper angle on it. Once he was snugly latched on, he facefucked himself down on it, gulping, glurking, bouncing the bed and making it squeak beneath his enthusiastic movements, blowing that horse silly, making such a mess of spit and juices alike while he worked.

Blithe had to focus for all he was worth not to just blow his load right there, feeling that zebra so fondly sucking on him. He glanced to Kirabo's eyes and received a warm gaze in return. That girly fellow made it look easy, hardly hesitating as he throated several inches of horsecock without pause. Not the whole thing of course, but plenty enough to impress, working all the way down to the medial ring before rising up again. Eventually he had to stop to breathe, popping up and letting the lioness take over immediately in his wake, so that the horse was never a moment without the intense pleasure of sucking lips and slathering tongues. The lioness' own made for a stimulating surface to grind on as she bobbed on him, loudly gulping every offering of precum she could possibly get from him, closing her eyes to lose herself in the flavour for a time. She kept those teeth at bay the whole while, applying them in nothing more than a slight gloss of the tip along his skin, making sure her throat and lips did the heavy lifting, stroking him up and down until his balls were plump and taut, ready to blow. It wasn't a question of whether he was going to cum in their mouths, but of who was going to get it all.

Such a thick, hot load simply couldn't be contained. They made sure they were both in position, their faces poised at the tip while he flared out and grunted, pumping his dick up and down, jabbing it towards their muzzles. Kilrasha of course was the first to really dive for it, engulfing that whole shaft in her mouth as quickly as she could, diving down and guzzling the resulting throatful when the big horse erupted in her mouth. She had plenty of experience taking equine cumshots, for certain, but even then she had to struggle to gulp it all down, ending up only partly successful. Some of that spunk bulged down her gullet, while the rest coursed down her chin, splashing over her breasts, soaking into her fur until she simply had to pass off that cock and let the zebra have a turn.

Kirabo set to slurping that cream right from the tap no less eagerly, closing his eyes as he imbibed that indulgent treat, letting it stretch him, fill him, making slosh a little. Blithe ended up giving them both two impressive, swollen bellies that jiggled about with the engorging load of horsecum they'd both swallowed. But he knew he could do better. When Kirabo pulled off his cock, Blithe finished the rest of that spurt all over them both, leaving a few streaked ropes across their faces, their bare bodies, filling the room with heat and the scent of sex. If he were a regular horse he might have been tired, might have needed some time to rest before further delving into carnality with that delightful couple, but he wasn't about to disappoint them like that. He had a reputation to keep up.

Slowly sitting himself up, Blithe made a pile of pillows behind him, serving to prop him up with his cock fully on display, if squished against his fat gut. The cat and zebra took a while to groom each other, kissing and licking, exchanging some of the unswallowed spunk as they passed their tongues back and forth in a deep smooch, drooling into each other's mouths at the flavour. The both of them were plenty aroused, dripping even, lioness and zebra alike. They rubbed together and engaged in some firm, mutual groping that even involved some clawing on the cat's part, but Blithe himself remained the main attraction. They made sure not to focus on one another for too long, slowly turning their gaze towards him once they broke from that sloppy kiss. He saw a big grin coming over the lioness, one that could only mean one thing. He was about to get pounced.

"Hmm. Something tells me I simply can't rest until I've satisfied the both of you. That won't be a problem, of course." He offered his most confident of grins, and then he took the full force of the lioness lunging at him in retaliation.

At least he still had a good size advantage on her. She was strong and fearsome, but he was big. Rolling with her, he eventually ended up on top of her, pinning her down beneath that great big squishy got. Even for all her strength, there was no budging him once he had all that weight atop her. She was fine with that. A firm rowl and a stretch of her legs to fit them around his broad hips as best she could, and she was properly lined up for a good horse-pounding. He lazily laid atop her for just a few moments, relishing in the feeling of overpowering such a deadly cat with his size alone. But of course, he wasn't going to keep her waiting. Not when she was near to snarling with lust, rumbling and flashing her teeth, a wild look in her eyes. He wondered how many noises he could get her to make. She seemed like a noisy one. Hopefully the loud party would drown most of it out.

That poor bed was already enduring a lot, sagging all the way to the floor as Blithe shifted his massive weight atop the strong cat. Good thing she was so sturdy. That was a lot of horse to have squished down on top of her. Her muscles made little divots in his fat gut while he pressed down on her. Just because he was a hefty one didn't mean he couldn't move, firmly and decisively, when he wanted to. Finding a nice warm spot between Kilrasha's thighs, he started grinding and didn't stop until his fat, sloppy flare slipped past the initial resistance to plunge deep into the big cat's tight, warm depths. He bottomed out soon enough, stuffing half his cock within her and leaving it at that. A wobble of his pudge came with him pulling back, delighting in that insistent rrrrr that leapt forth as he worked his way to a second stroke, only to hear her break into something more like a mewl when he fucked forth and shook the whole bed with his weighty thrust. A good horsecock was like that, even for an experienced, mature cat like her.

With his tail flagged and his ass giving a solid wobble with the motions of his mating that big cat silly, Kirabo had an easy target for his attention. He watched that horse slowly work up his momentum, starting with slow, deep plunges but finding a bouncy, bed-squeaking pace that had him plapping deep into that flexible feline while she snarled and screamed her pleasure for all to hear. Then he made his move. Blithe was already snorting in pleasure to feel that cat cunt so snugly wrapped around his shaft, kneading on him with every stroke, every pump. Having a curious zebra tongue exploring between his cheeks, eventually working up his taint and to his donut rear meant he was groaning out loud while he fucked Kilrasha. That zebra really knew how to lick. Kirabo pressed his face right in, smooching and slathering, slurping that rim until it tingled from all the sloppy attention. He remained poised right there, servicing, even worshipping Blithe while he fucked his partner. There was nothing in the way of jealousy from the zebra, just the eagerness, the throbbing anticipation of being next once he was done with that feisty feline.

That constant slurping reward for a job well done only encouraged Blithe to go faster. Kilrasha was clinging to him, clutching tight and giving him just the lightest brushing of her claws, but it was urging enough. Soon he wasn't taking care with his weight. He threw it around freely, bucking his butt back in Kirabo's face while he plunged down and made a mess of that lioness, pumping an excess of juices into her long before he was even close to climaxing. Though that peak drew nearer with every stroke, feeling the way she squeezed and contracted as he worked, with her pussy and thighs alike, all wrapped around him. She was powerful, even pinned beneath a huge horse and his hefty belly. It grumbled just a little as he bounced atop her. His lack of snacks was something always in the back of his mind, leaving him considering his options. But only once he'd satisfied them both. The lioness was only getting louder beneath him, even with all that weight squishing on her middle. She sounded liable to roar if he kept going like he was, puffing, grunting, grinding those slippery insides while they kneaded him closer and closer to his release.

It would have been terribly poor manners to just blow his load in her as soon as he was ready. Yet he found he hardly had to hold back for long. The lioness surprised him with a sudden internal twitch that had her rapidly pumping, pulsing around him, only to shockingly erupt in a series of squirts that soaked his shaft to the very base. There was only one proper response, and that was to bury himself as deep as he could reach, sheathing his horsecock in rapidly clamping kitty pussy, listening to her squelching on him until he finally throbbed to a finish. A snort, a neigh, a mighty whinny, and he went off. Tilting his head towards the ceiling to bellow his bliss, he worked those pumping balls tight until the rush of ecstasy shot up through his many inches, bursting within her to instantly swell the feline's womb with the sheer mess he splashed inside her. He watched her expanding beneath him, eventually rolling over onto his side just so her gut had room to grow, rounding out with the sheer volume of horse spunk. She was plump and purring after a good orgasm, and yet he still had even more to give her.

Eventually, she simply couldn't hold it all, high-pressure jets manifesting all around Blithe's cock, squirting all over the both of them as she overfilled. She was stretched and taut, inflated to her limit, left with her eyes faintly rolling back for just a moment. It didn't last long, but he caught a glimpse of her with her guard completely down, a content smile on her lips, her gaze blank. Seconds later, and she was back to yowling and showing off her fangs, writhing on the bed as a pool of horse cum formed between her thighs. Blithe eventually pulled free when he'd completely emptied his nuts inside the cat, schlurping from those splattered depths, trailing steaming hot seed. His shaft flopped over to one side for a few moments, but the persistent licks beneath his tail reminded him who he needed to tend to. By then, the zebra had his tongue plunged right inside Blithe, bringing some consistent snorts from the horse, making him stiffen up in a few seconds once he focused his attention on that delightful admiration. After such an exertion he felt the urge to simply be attended to, and a rumble in his gut reminded him of just how much energy he'd spent without restocking it, loudly gurgling in protest at going un-fed for so long. Ah, but no matter, surely he could keep going. He didn't want to let such a cute zebra down.

It was tempting to just lean his weight back and sit on the handsomely striped fellow, but their size difference was far too extensive to risk it. Much better Kirabo was on top. He reached back to pull that face from between his cheeks, just to be safe while he rolled himself over. Soon he was sprawled out with the lioness cuddled up to his side, idly rubbing her own belly against his while he patted his thigh. The zebra wasted no time in ascending Mount Horse, sitting on that gut like a throne, beaming at the portly stud. A slow sway of his paintbrush tail had him moving his hips along to the rhythm, his own glossy shaft leaking a steady flow of precum without so much as a stroke. Eventually, the zebra just seductively walked his fingers up and down his dick, helping to show off just how rigid it was, but that was hardly relevant to their coupling. Blithe had a nice post-fuck relax on his back while that feminine equine scooted his cushy ass into position, grinding his way up the horse's cock like he was giving some kind of poledance. With just how much smaller he was than Blithe, there came the question of how he was ever supposed to manage to fit such an impressive shaft inside himself, and the answer came quickly. Turned out it was hardly any trouble at all.

"Nnh! So big. But let me show you how I ride a stud like you," came Kirabo's voice, sweet and flirty as ever, if slightly shaky from the strain of stretching himself out for all that girth.

Soon Blithe got to watch the zebra's belly bulging with the outline of that big dick stuffing him full. He just kept sinking down, fitting that fat dick into up into the squeezing embrace of that taut black donut. A bray mixed with a gasp as the zebra struggled his way down, the lube of sex helping all those inches slide along his insides. He got even deeper down than Kilrasha had managed. It meant showing a positively obscene outline beneath his stripes, but he managed to sit his ass right down on Blithe's balls, holding all that inside him for a while. From there, it wasn't exactly easy for him to move, but he could bounce and bob at least a little. Blithe got his hands around Kirabo's waist and pulled the slender zebra's weight up and down his dick, making a sleeve out of that girly male while his wife watched on with her rumbling approval. Maybe the zebra had taken a little more than he could handle, left whimpering on that shaft inside him, but he didn't for a moment complain. He was firmly determined to ride that cock until he got a swollen belly of his own, even if it meant turning himself into a balloon, into a living condom for whatever was left inside Blithe's well-drained nuts.

Normally, two good cumshots was plenty. Blithe would have been content to lounge and snuggle up to that couple, but that would have hardly been fair. He wasn't about to deny the zebra what he was working so hard for. Plus, he hardly had to do anything aside from stay hard and let the zebra ride him. That part was easy when he had such a tight rim flexing its way up and down his dick, popping over the medial ring over and over, then squeezing down just as tight as ever. Kirabo refused to be wrecked, even by such a large insertion. It held him up like a tentpole even while he came near to toppling over atop that big gut. Blithe's belly was really rumbling by then, really starting to gurgle, something that was audible even over the steady slapping of his balls to a stripey butt. For just a moment the a naughty thought ran through his head, an indulgent fantasy that involved not one but two lovely partygoers sloshing about in his gut. Certainly ambitious, and yet entertaining such a notion was enough to make him suddenly flare inside the zebra's rump, sending that girly male into a fit of contractions, of pumping, squelching, aching pleasure that had him uncontrollably erupting without warning. Just a thought, a flex, and he made that zebra cum all over the big fat gut he might end up inside, if Blithe had his way.

First, there was the matter of reaching out to clutch those broad hips and thump into that fine butt a few times, grinding out one last shot with the help of Kirabo's blissful contracting. Two equines snorted to each other, cried out in their whinnies and their brays, and came for each other. That shot hit Kirabo's belly hard, the zebra instantly stretching out and overflowing, eventually drooling some of Blithe's spunk by the time the plump horse was done making a blimp out of him. Plenty more cream splashed over Blithe's fat tum, making a satisfying splat over the curve of that belly, pooling in his navel. That was where Kilrasha put her face once those two males puffed to a close, squirting out the last of their respective loads, lapping at the overflowing goblet of cum that was the horse's bellybutton. She licked it relatively clean, then moved to help pull Kirabo off that cock. Such a slurp it made sliding off Blithe's shaft. She clutched her zebra close and let him collapse against her bust, held close while he recovered from that overwhelming session. By then, that steady gworgle of hunger had grown to something more like a constant, demanding ache, all but demanding he make up for such a workout. Maybe he'd overdone it a little, but the drip of his cum said it was worth it.

"Hm! You two certainly make a tremendous couple. Together you're even more powerful." His gut gave a punctual growl, as if for emphasis. "Which is precisely why it's best I keep you together, no matter how indulgent that might be. It's simply the right thing to do."

He patted his gut a few times just to make sure his intent was plenty clear. As for the lick of his chops, that just came naturally, once he'd made his decision. There was simply no way he could resist. Not when they were together so succulent, so tempting, strong and soft, lion and zebra. What better combo meal could there have been at such a party? He didn't do anything particularly threatening. There was no need to grab them and shove them in. Instead, he simply watched them, his belly rumbling hard, hunger hitting so intensely he could feel it in his spine, in the back of his throat. Absolute aching need for the both of them ate away at him, leaving every moment he spent not eating them increasingly bothersome. He simply would never feel full again if he didn't devour them both, no matter how much meat that proved to be.

Neither of them seemed to mind such an inevitably. Instead, they simply rubbed against one another, calmly at first, then with increasing intimacy. The lioness simply could not be sated, even with her pussy all full of horse cum. With enough grinding, she got the zebra hard against, mounting atop him to plunge him deep into her splattered pussy, schlurking along on Blithe's cum until he was buried within her. She made sure to keep her face close to Kirabo's while she fucked him, rattling the bed, growling into his mouth. They made out and sucked each other's tongues, wordlessly offering themselves up to the horse's hunger. Getting them both down in a single gulp was going to be a daunting task, but once they were going at it, thrusting, bucking, grinding, fucking, he knew that prying them apart was going to prove impossible. They were a double-decker sandwich, and he just had to figure out how to take the first bite, so to speak.

At least they were receptive to being moved around, climbing up onto his belly at his urging. Such a lazy, luxuriant way to have a feast, lounging in someone else's bed, stroking up and down the lioness' back while she rode her zebra lover right atop the gut they were going to to stuff, making it jiggle and wobble with her solid slams down on Kirabo's hips. The zebra was simply along for the ride, his face buried in Kilrasha's bust, his moans muffled by the smothering touch of her tits. Blithe was just going to have to start with her, and work his way down to the much smaller equine beneath her.

He kept his maw open wide, his breath gusting over the lioness' face, as if silently informing her of exactly what was coming next. She didn't bother to squirm away, or to show him any sort of aggression. That much was reserved for the zebra, who got squished between powerful cat and soft horse gut with her every bouncing motion. Blithe moved in slowly his jaws descending to overtake the big cat's ears, then the top of her head. She only tilted her muzzle back once the drooly process had already begun. That hungry horse slipped his lips around her cranium, then slowly worked on engulfing her muzzle, working and squeezing her tightly between his lips, his tongue, the roof of his mouth. There was so much flavour to suck and squeeze out of her. He couldn't stop kneading her in the fleshy walls of his maw, making sure to draw out that juicy lion taste while he rubbed her from cheek to cheek, getting her hair utterly sodden in his excess spit. It clung to her head as he sucked on her, treating her like his personal piece of candy until he finally worked to press her in deeper. Soon the cat's whole world was dark and humid, completely eclipsed in the shadows of the horse's mouth, his lips sealed firmly around her throat while he slathered her up with greedy licks to further dunk and disorient her in that excess drool. Just having her sweet fur resting there on his tongue was enough to make him positively slobber.

From there it was a matter of slowly feeding her muzzle into his open gullet and letting his body take over. He hardly had to think about the physical process. That much seemed to come to him automatically, allowing him to bask in the sensations of eating such a prime, powerful cat whole. He felt the strength in her shoulders, felt them flexing as he stretched his jaws around her. A smooth glide of his outstretched tongue soon had him delving into her cleavage while he worked down her pinned arms. They ended up at her side once he'd slurped down her biceps, holding her tight, pressing on her spine with the flat touch of his upper teeth. Eventually, he felt his tongue slide into the zebra's own hair, finding him buried there between the big cat's tits. Even with her head inside the horse's gullet, her face constricted taut by those powerful muscles, she didn't relent. She wasn't going to stop fucking that zebra just because she was getting eaten. Soon, with enough shoving, stretching, and stuffing, Blithe found himself eating Kirabo too. The clamping grip of his lower jaw kept the zebra's face firmly pressed into the lion's cleavage, all but smothering him there, keeping the lovers trapped together as one tasty whole while he guzzled Kilrasha's head deeper down his throat.

More than just the automatic process of consumption overpowered them. The horse was getting greedy. He was absolutely famished by then, his gut giving an almost constant gworgle, demanding something rich and meaty be all wrapped up in his belly walls as soon as possible. He was just going to have to speed up. Grabbing, groping, squeezing, shoving, he forced them both a little deeper until he had both their faces in his gullet. Kilrasha's of course was much deeper, already pushing into his chest to be bombarded by the sounds of his slow, steady breathing, of his heart pumping just a little faster at the anticipation of being full. Swallowing them both at once meant squishing them ever so closely together, but they didn't seem to mind. They fucked all the way down his throat, with what limited range of motion they had. Bucking, grinding, humping, moaning into each other's mouths, the slick sounds of sex combined with the messy smack of his wet lips working down their bodies. He nibbled, he kneaded, and most of all he tasted, working on the zebra's form once that striped back was planted firmly on his tongue, and swishing around to make sure to skim across the lioness' matted fur every now and then. Their flavours mingled so well it was like they were always meant to be eaten together, sweet and savoury to the very last lick.

His throat ended up doing more and more of the work the deeper they got. Working over both of them at once wasn't easy. He felt the big cat's muscular back flexing against the walls of his gullet as he clamped it down on her, hugging around that sculpted figure as he consumed her. Planting his palms firmly on her butt, he pressed his fingers into those taut cheeks, pushing on them to help feed her into his open maw. The zebra was simply along the right, caught up in the embrace of his lover and the predatory horse all at once. He ended up diving backwards down Blithe's throat, still trapped between the feline's tits, cock sheathed inside her pussy. They didn't even get to finish each other off before getting devoured.

That meant they were just going to have to keep at it all the way down. Once he slipped his lips over their waists, Blithe gave a toss of his head. His throat was strong enough to hold them both erect, their legs sticking straight up in the air, intertwined and dripping with juices while they made inverted love on their way to the oblivion of the horse's gut. Just a little bit longer. They fucked on the bed of his tongue, the zebra's rump nestled in on that slurping seat while the lioness bucked and humped against him, and then Blithe set to work on their thighs.

They plunged right down at that point. It was no longer just a matter of working them inside with the might of his own peristalsis alone. He could barely keep up with the gulping any longer as he feasted his way down their thighs, letting one zebra stripe after another pass his lips. Two tufted tails swished between the calves of his meals. Kilrasha's paws of course stuck out farther, allowing Blithe to curl his tongue to the base of the Kirabo's hooves, and start shoving them in to finish him off. He wasn't going down without the lioness though, not when he was balls-deep in her pussy, getting clenched on as the excitement of being eaten kept her working, kept her grinding until that poor zebra was nearly numb. There were simply too many good sensations coming in all around him at once, squishing, squeezing, soaking, and finally, sliming him up as the couple collectively plunged head-first into the horse's gut. Blithe could only trace his hands across the surface of his belly, feeling those bulges settling in, splashing down to the bottom, filling out that mighty barrel and packing it taut with their collective curves. All that remained was to slurp down the last of the lioness' legs, packing her away with her husband, that tufted tail flicking about wildly between the horse's lips until it too vanished down his expanded neck.

His throat flattened and his gut grew, bouncing once their weight fully touched down at the base. The impact shook up an impressive belch, the sort of URRRALP that had him gaping his maw and blowing his head back, projecting the sound through the whole room and beyond. Maybe someone might have caught it if they were wandering down the hall at that very moment, but that wasn't likely. The party raged on, just a few rooms away, and nobody noticed the absence of three guests. He didn't feel especially motivated to move at all. Immediately hauling himself up and out of that penthouse was simply out of the question. That was exactly where he was going to stay until his meals settled down a little. The shifting bulges would have been far too obvious. Even if they were an open-minded bunch out there in the crowd, they surely would have objected to such an open display of gluttony before their eyes.

The lusty pair remained wild in there, making the most of the confined space. Of course the big cat led the charge, but the zebra was no slouch. That tight, cramped chamber seemed to only fuel their lust for each other. Blithe faintly chuckled to himself, groping at their shapes while he felt them fucking in his stomach. The impending churns didn't slow them down any, nor did the thin, overwhelmingly humid air. They thrived on the danger of it all, rutting each other, moaning, gasping, even snarling in his gut while he lounged and waited for the real fun to begin.

"You're going to have to work fast if you want to finish," he teased, poking a finger at the nearest body part he could reach. It was hard to tell what was what in there anymore, with all the squeezing and glorping going on, tossing them around with those ruthless compressions. "I'm hungry. And I can hardly wait to turn such a lovely couple into horse pudge. You'll look excellent jiggling together, just like you were meant to be!"

They were far too fixated on each other to answer back. They gripped each other tightly, wrestling in that slimy chamber while it covered them in digestives. Sloshing in the tingling juices was no excuse to slow down. They fucked each other hard, letting Blithe watch his belly wobbling with their vigorous motions, grinning with amusement. That they could still move so much even with that chamber squishing down on them, draining them of air, soaking them in the fluids that would be their unmaking, that was truly impressive. He lounged a little longer while they went at it, but eventually he made to move.

It wasn't easy with all the extra weight, but he managed with enough grunting. A wobble of his gut as he moved left his prey bouncing back and forth inside him, bumping against the walls as he rose to his hooves and retrieved his clothes. A smack of his lips and a satisfied smack to his middle, and he set about getting back into that posh outfit. It was already desperately tight when he arrived at the party, and the extra weight in his belly wasn't helping. A few rips formed in the fabric by the time he forced them back onto his plump form. No matter. He could always find something bigger. As for those garments that belonged to his prey, he left them right where they were, those matching designer outfits splayed about the room as a hint to the fate of their wearers.

They carried on inside him even while he returned to mingling, trotting around on heavy hooves, jostling them up and down. After a combo meal like that, there was absolutely no need to keep stuffing himself, but how could he resist a good appetizer? Oh, a few of those, a handful of that, and all washed down with those fine complimentary cocktails. He wondered if the cold liquid was shocking for the captives of his digestive system. They didn't seem to complain. He was just leaning against a wall, taking in a group conversation when a sudden BLORP of his stomach drew eyes towards him. He raised a hand.

"Ah, my apologies. Do go on."

Nobody ever would have guessed he was currently digesting two guests right in front of them. Or if they did, they simply didn't care. Indulgences of all sorts came casually in those kinds of circles. Blithe rubbed his middle now and then just to check on them, feeling their bodies stiffening, their muscles contracting as a rising climax worked through their veins. Eventually, his gut gave a visible leap as the cat and zebra until they went rigid together, bodies spasming with pleasure. A couple like them, and of course they hit their peaks at the very same moment. Blithe couldn't make out the exact details, but he could feel those tremendous contractions overtaking them, leaving them to twitch and kick out inside his stomach. His gut could handle it fine, even if they got a little rowdy in those final moments. The sloshing noise got even more noticeable, so he drifted to a back corner for those moments of intensity. Even filtered through all his fat, and all that heavy digestive noise, he could still make out their moans. From a bray, a yell on the zebra's part, to that vicious, snarly roar of triumph from the lioness, they fucked their last inside him, stirring up all sorts of gurgly activity while he worked on melting them down around the edges.

Once they slumped down in an orgasmic glow, still intertwined, the zebra still penetrated inside the lion, his gut took over in their stead. It kicked up loudly, pressing on their shapes, outlining their curves, their hips, their paws, their faces, and half-filled with potent juices. A close inspection might very well have revealed something that distinctly resembled a person beneath all that fat, but not for long. Blithe stood listening to the process, downing another fancy, citrusy drink, feeling them writhing around inside him as they got gurgled away. He worked fast to start, but it was going to be a good, long while before they were fully processed.

The party rolled on and he didn't leave just yet, even as he saw a few guests filtering out. No, he was in there for the long haul, or until they caught on to what he'd done. Glancing around at some of the other larger guests, he couldn't help but wonder if he was even the only predator at such a gathering. Maybe such indulgences were to be expected. Part of him wished to return to that side room and sleep them off, but he wasn't ready for that yet. Not while there were still so many pleasing sensations to savour as he turned fearsome big cat and seductive zebra alike into meat. Minutes rolled by like seconds. Time just seemed to flow differently when he was digesting someone. When they seemed to go dormant, he reached down and gave them a squeeze, making sure they pleasured him with their wiggles right up until they couldn't.

They proved resilient for the first hour or so of digesting them. He churned away, groaning now and then at a particularly potent glurrrn or sloppy, bubbling glorp that came when his stomach activity grew overwhelming. From constant motion, to slow, occasional twitching, they slumped down together, gradually becoming one. He traced his fingers along the details, along the bulge in his fat tum, and found them smoothing, softening, more malleable after an extended slow-cooking in his gut. Yet still they moved, fading with each minute, persisting even when the bulge that was the both of them grew soft and squishy beneath Blithe's prodding fingers. He couldn't figure out what he was touching anymore. There was nothing more than a bulge, one that could have just as easily been lion or zebra. Soon, it'd be both of them once they melted together and turned to sludge by his ruthless digestive process. Of course they weren't the first people he'd ever eaten, not even the first couple. But that didn't diminish his pleasure.

Finally, as the night began to wind down and the pumping music was replaced by something softer, soothingly droning, his belly finished them off. That bubbling cauldron of a gut pressed inwards hard enough to cease their movement, squishing down around their churned up forms, flattening them down for further churning, he sighed. A long, deep exhalation escaped his mouth as he closed his eyes for a while, sinking down in an armchair, letting the ambience of the fading evening accompany the last twitches of his prey. His slumping came in parallel to the digested couple sinking down into the murky soup inside him. The constant roar of his belly doing its work eventually became his sole focus, his surroundings seeming to vanish while he puffed and grunted his delight. It all left him wondering if anyone would mind if he napped there.

Several other guests seemed to be sprawled out on couches or just floors, cuddled up with one another after a few drinks too many. He could simply pretend to have overindulged in a more mundane way like them, and spend the evening there, digesting away at all that food. Prey and snacks alike. Kicking his hooves up in that sturdy recliner, he laid his head back and prepared for an extended nap while he worked on adding his prize to his body. Glorp and glurp, churn and rumble, he turned them into chyme, into nutrients to be absorbed by his plump body. No more lion, no more zebra, just a big dinner for the horse. He was right about one thing. The more exclusive parties always had the best snacks.

Sleep hit him like a truck, in truth. He intended to bask in the feeling a little longer, to lay there and simply savour the digestive daze, listening to his stomach working overtime, but he drifted off before he could even appreciate the perfectly tranquil moment. Maybe that was for the best. He needed his rest if he was going to work off all that prey. The zebra was a snack by himself, but paired with that big cat, they were a meal, and then some. He worked away to liquefy that delightful couple while he slept, packing them onto his gut little by little, snoring rather loudly in the process. What was supposed to be no more than a short nap eventually turned to a night's sleep, one that rolled on through the evening and early morning alike, leaving the horse murmuring and gasping his way to consciousness with the sun streaming in through the window. Oops. Looked like he was going to have to do his best to sneak out.

That wasn't exactly going to be easy with all the added weight, either. A heavy CLOMP of his hooves served to announce him as he rose, but only a few of the remaining sleepers stirred, probably too hungover to bother addressing him. He was plenty fatter after a night's digesting, wearing Kilrasha and Kirabo alike as trophy fat to squeeze and admire for a while. Of course he couldn't help himself. It was important to take inventory of all the added padding he wore after a feast like that. Seemed like most of them went to his gut, judging by the extra squish and heft beneath his fingers, though his body of course distributed some of them to his ass, to his hips, to his thighs and everywhere else he was juicy.

That served to further damage his outfit, but it held together as he made his exit. Blithe walked on heavy hooves as he made his way to the door, poking his head out into the hallway. A stealthy exit seemed highly unlikely in his satisfied state, so he was going to have to come up with a plan when he inevitably got caught. Maybe it was going to involve sweet-talking his way out. Maybe it was going to involve breakfast. He'd just have to see who he encountered along the way.