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The sun beamed brightly over the glitzy tropical resort. While most of the guests were occupied sunning themselves, listening to the gentle waves of the bright blue ocean, and drinking something with an umbrella, those three friends were busy hunting for the one thing that mattered most to their drunken college-boy brains. The only problem was, how exactly did they communicate just how urgent the matter was? There were plenty of viable candidates for a drunken gangbang, but time and time again, they were met with the same recurring theme in the responses they got.

"Fuck off."

"What? No."

"Aw, that's cute. No."

What were they doing wrong? Mat called the boys in to confer. The long-haired donkey tended to be the one in charge when they were gathered as a group, mostly by virtue of being the biggest and strongest. Plus, he had a certain assertive way about him that sometimes worked at parties when everyone was drunk enough, but it just wasn't enough that afternoon.

"Alright guys, time out."

He huddled them together like it was the middle of one of his football games. Next to him, Raphael clung to his every word. The white bunny tended to listen to whatever Mat told him, and it usually didn't lead him wrong. He wasn't sure what wasn't working this time. While he might have been the smallest of the three, the donkey had helped him get laid just by association plenty of times. Clancy was a little more argumentative at the best of times on the other hand, but the raccoon was ready to at least entertain whatever Mat had to say.

"We're probably shooting too high. This is a fancy resort and all. People around here aren't as desperate as they are at school. Most of them anyway. We just gotta scout the right chick who looks like she's gone days without."

The way the donkey delivered that, it was like it was the worst thing he could think of. Days, or perish the thought, even weeks without sex? That was enough to drive him crazy, he was pretty sure. They scanned around, finding themselves largely ignored by all the busty bikini-clad women stretched out on beach towels all over. So many options, but none that immediately struck them as ready for all three of them. And splitting up to pursue their own pleasures just didn't occur to them. They fucked as a team.

It wasn't until they wandered over to the beachside bar that Raphael had a sudden strike of inspiration. He stopped and elbowed Mat in the hip, since that was about as high as he could reach. The donkey arched his brow and looked down at him.

"What? You see something?"

"Well. What about her?," the bunny hesitantly said.

A nod of his head indicated who he meant without it being too obvious. The great big blue dragon wasn't looking their way. She was occupied with her drink, sitting there on one of the oversized stools just to fit her massive ass. By her gray hair and exceptionally soft figure, she was definitely on the older side, though they couldn't determine how old exactly. Her tail alone probably weighed as much as Raphael, but the bunny couldn't stop looking at her nonetheless. Her figure could only just barely be contained by her yellow bikini. Those colossal hips, those heavy tits, and that plump blueberry belly meant that even the slightest shift in her position was enough to send an ample jiggle all throughout her huge, matronly curves.

"What? Her? I'm pretty sure she's like, old enough to be your mom, dude," Clancy chastised. "Maybe even your grandma, I dunno."

"Hang on, maybe he's got a point though," Mat said, holding up a hand. "A big fuckin lady like her probably has trouble finding the right guys, you know? Maybe they find her too intimidating, or they just can't get her off ..."

Raphael chimed in, a little more excitedly. "And being older, she probably knows stuff. How to do stuff, you know?"

"Damn right. Probably got some stuff to teach us," Mat agreed.

"I wanna fuck, not go to school." The raccoon seemed skeptical. "You really think we're up to the challenge?"

"Hell yeah." Mat grinned, then gave the racc's shoulder a shove. "Come on. Don't be a pussy. You say hi first."

He gave Clancy an encouraging nudge on the back until the racc finally sighed and stepped up to the great blue titan casually sitting there. She didn't even seem to notice him when he was right next to her, so he cleared his throat. Still nothing.

"Uhhh. Hey. Lady. Miss."

It wasn't the most eloquent of introductions, so it was probably best she didn't seem to hear him. Or maybe she was just pretending not to. Finally, he reached over and tapped her on the bare, squishy thigh, feeling the scales beneath his palm for a fleeting moment. That got her to look, at last. She cast a stern expression down at him that made him feel ever so small, standing in her overpowering shadow. She was even bigger from up close.

"Hm? Something I can do for you, young man?"

"Right, so, uh. Like." He groped for the words for a few moments. "I noticed you were drinking alone, and uh. You know. Seemed lonely."

"Do I?" The dragoness seemed skeptical. "I don't feel it. Maybe it's you who's lonely?"

"Yeaaah. That might be it." Clancy flashed an awkward grin. "So. My buddies and I, we were thinking we might get a drink too, and ..."

She arched her brow. "Are you even old enough for drinks?"

The raccoon was maybe a bit defensive with the way he answered so quickly. "Of course I am! We're like ... well, we're in first-year over at St. Nash's, and ...."

"College boys." She softly smirked to herself. "Well. Tell me your names. Seems we might as well get the basics out of the way if you're going to try to get in my pants."

Clancy went stiff as a board for a few moments as the enormity of her casual statement washed over him. He scratched the back of his head and fell into a massive stammer. In truth, he didn't think he was going to get this far.

"Well, I mean, like, I wasn't gonna ..."

"That's Clancy," Mat proudly said, striding into the scene. "I'm Mat. This is Raphael. Good to meet ya, uh -"

"Beatrice," the dragoness said.

"Beatrice! Gotcha." The donkey shot a wink in her direction.

"And I take it you are a package deal, then?" she asked. "Why's that, exactly?"

"Uh." This time it was Mat's turn to be at a loss for words. He shrugged.

"We like working together. We're good at it," Raphael chimed in with surprising confidence. He gave a few rapid nods as if encouraging himself. "Yeah. We're like a team, I guess."

"Working together to do what exactly?" She offered a wry smile, knowing well what they were getting at, but wanting to hear them say it.

That was where Raphael's confidence ended. Standing in front of her, listening to her big, stern voice, looking up into her bright eyes, he more or less melted into the ground. Beatrice looked the three of them over, taking in their size, their shape. One was pretty big, the rest were a little wiry, but after an extended, silent consideration of each of them, she finally just gave a slow nod.

"Alright," she simply said, with an air of finality.

"Alright?" Clancy asked. He looked towards his bros, uncertain of what he was hearing.

"Mhm." She got up to her feet, standing even taller over the three of them, eclipsing them from the sun in her sizable shadow. They stepped back to allow room for her heavy tail to swing in front of them as she turned around, leaving them roughly on eye level with her wide ass. When she started walking away without a further word, they took to bickering with each other.

"See, I told you it wouldn't fucking work," Clancy cursed.

"No you didn't," Raphael corrected.

"Shut up."

"It might have if you weren't tripping over your words like a -" Mat began, but stopped when he heard one single word from the dragoness.

"Well?"

She was looking back at them over her shoulder, one hand on her hip as she impatiently waited.

"Are you coming?"

This time, Mat threw his beefy arms around the other two and just swept them forward.

"Yeah we are!" he called, and hurried the group towards that swaying tail as she led the way across the beach towards the hotel.

"That worked?" Raphael murmured.

"Must've liked what she saw," Clancy said, both to boast and to excuse his stumbling approach.

"We're getting some tonight,"

"I can hear you, you know," Beatrice reminded them. She was only a few steps in front of them after all.

"Right, uh. Sorry ma'am," Mat quickly apologized.

"Don't be sorry. Just hurry up."

She ushered them along, leading the way mostly silently. The cat at the front desk of the hotel maybe gave them a look as they passed by, but he certainly didn't say anything. Her footsteps echoed imposingly in the hallway of the glitzy resort hotel. She barely even fit in there, ducking her head to avoid the occasional chandelier. She didn't even bother with the elevator, instead choosing the stairs as she pulled the trio along on an invisible leash of sorts. When she got to her door, she had to get even more creative about moving her massive bulk around, crouching slightly to get her head under the doorway, pressing forward to outright squeeze her ass through and onto the other side. At least she could stand tall once they actually got inside.

When the door closed behind them, all three boys found themselves syncing up in a similarly flustered state. It was that soft slam that clued them into the fact that they were really there, really alone with the great big elder dragon, waiting to see what she would do to them. None of them had any idea where to start. They exchanged a few glances with each other and tried to avoid her gaze, not wanting to be the first one to move. One thing was for sure - they were already getting hard, just looking her up and down, knowing they had all that soft, squishy dragoness to themselves. To share, anyway. Just as they liked it.

Each of them looked her up and down like she was a mountain to scale. The first question was who was responsible for stripping her down. That swimsuit should have been easy enough to handle, but it was laying a hand directly on her that was the first obstacle. Their silent debate and diffusion of responsibility ceased when she just reached up and unclasped her top without a word. Her tits sagged down a little once released from their supportive garment, but that didn't dissuade any of them from taking a good, long look. She granted them a few moments for a lingering stare before she stood up to continue stripping.

There was no ceremony about it. Just a loosened string and down those bottoms went, giving them all a clear look at that plump dragon pussy, on full display for them all to take in with a bit of awe. She certainly wasn't shy about it. Clancy chanced only a brief look at the others before continuing his staring, as if to confirm they were really seeing what he was seeing. Beatrice stood up tall in all her glory, then simply planted her hands on her hips as she watched them standing there, stiffening in their shorts but hardly moving at all. She gave a snort of impatience.

"Well? I didn't bring you here to be statues. Are you getting your dicks out or are you expecting some kind of show?"

The bluntness struck them even dumber, but eventually they knew someone was going to have to move. Mat finally broke free from the fat old dragoness-induced paralysis to give her a little grin, a little whinny of lust.

"Yes ma'am."

Beatrice nodded as she sat back down on the bed, feet planted flat on the ground, waiting to see what they had on offer. The donkey slowly lowered his shorts, wiggling some to awkwardly slip his hardening cock out without bending it. He just got harder and bigger the more he stood there, taking her in. There was a lot to look at. He'd truly never been with a woman quite like her, in so many senses of the word. But he had the dick for it. A big fat equine cock was perfect for a big fat dragon, or so he felt confident thinking at least. He strutted forward, leaving his two friends behind for the moment. They were happy to let him take the lead as usual, but especially then.

Confidence could only get him so far. Where exactly was he supposed to start with her? There was so much of her to touch and admire. He lifted his hands as if to grope her bust but hesitated until she simply nodded.

"Go on. Touch what you want. We're not going to live forever."

That was enough to convince him to reach forth and take a big double-handful of her tits. They were utterly squishy, not exactly perky but plump enough to make up for it. He kneaded deep until he got a little huff from the dragoness. He wasn't sure if that was approval or not, so he stopped. She simply reached out, took him by the wrists, and pulled him firmly closer so he staggered on his hooves, almost pitching over right into her soft form.

He took that as an indication to keep going, to keep exploring, squeezing deep into her gut, her sides, working down to her hips. She was too wide to even get his arms all the way around from that angle, so he was content to grope as much of her ass as he could reach. Her gaze was on him the whole time, hot dragon breath slowly puffing in and out as he pressed deep to make sure she could feel his admiration through all that squishy fat. When he'd done a pretty thorough tour of her body, or at least the places where she was softest, he wound his way back to her breasts and gave them another mighty squeeze.

"Ah, so you're a breasts kind of boy, then?"

"Mm, I don't know, I guess," he murmured while he played with them, admiring the way they squished between his fingers.

"Up you get. I want you to fuck them."

"Oh!"

It was like he broke free of a spell, blinking as he stared at her. She licked her lips then scooted back on the massive bed, sprawling out across the whole thing to blanket the heavy mattress in blue. Even a grand-deluxe mega king-sized bed could barely hold her, sagging deep under her weight, and then ever so slightly more as Mat hopped up to follow her commands. She was a whole lot of woman to navigate, but he found his spot quickly enough, setting his big donk nuts down on her belly and sliding forth while he throbbed above her bust. She didn't seem to mind one bit when he dripped on her, which left him wondering just how much of a mess she could tolerate. He was a donkey after all.

Though her role in the matter consisted of laying back and letting him pleasure himself with her body, he still felt a certain awe, a certain control over his every movement. Whatever he touched, he did it because she wanted it, he somehow knew. He got a little more daring once he was horny enough. She reached up to squish her tits together, then let them fall to the side again just enough so he could get his cock slipped up between them. Then it was time to squish them tight around nearly every inch of his equine meat, utterly engulfing his fat cock in thick, scale-covered dragon breatstflesh.

"Ahhh, that's good ..." he grunted out, just clutching her bosom for a time.

Beatrice was as steady as ever, even with a dick between her breasts. "Go ahead. Don't be afraid to make a mess."

That was precisely what Mat needed to hear to really cut loose. Up until then he was self-conscious about every drop of pre he spilled on her. From there, it was time to pull back, smearing a streak of the watery stuff all over her cleavage, and then thrust worth. The force behind that stroke was enough to send a ripple through her entire body. He moaned out loud after just one thrust, his shaft twitching hard as if he was going to blow his load right then and there. A few frantic clenches of his nuts kept him on the edge, but he settled down with a little donkey bray and kept on going.

While he made that big old mama jiggle, Beatrice glanced around his hip at the other boys she'd recruited.

"Well, come along. There's plenty of me to squeeze. No need to just watch."

Clancy didn't need to be told twice. Raphael meanwhile glanced to the side as if there might have been some other cute, horny boy beside him and the raccoon. Finally, he followed Clancy's lead, stripping down, showing off his solid cock while he climbed up to find his spot against her huge blue bulk. The raccoon took some interest in her gut, squeezing against it with both hands, and so the bunny found himself softly kneading her thighs, marveling at just how soft she was all over. There was just so much of her. What did she even eat to maintain a figure that large? Part of him already knew, but he didn't think about it for long. Not when she started stroking him.

While the donkey sloppily titfucked her, she casually reached between the thighs of the raccoon and bunny alike to start stroking them. They crawled closer just to let her get a full grip on them. Her administration of pleasure was slow and casual, but it was still more than enough to get them absolutely aching, absolutely throbbing hard, dripping all over her fingers and palm alike. They huffed, Raphael whimpered, and they too were soon ever so close to making a mess that they had to grunt and strain just to hold back a little. Instead, they spurted some high-pressure pre on her hand, desperately hanging on just so they could find a better spot to cum in or on her.

Mat at least managed to get himself to a brisk pace, punching his dick forth, letting the flared head pop up from her cleavage only to dive back down between her breasts. He couldn't last much longer once he got into that rhythm. There was already a glistening mess of juices pouring out on her bosom, soaking her scales for some extra glistening shine. All it took was a stroke of her dragon skin against exactly the right spot. The veins of his cock bulged out, his balls went taut and smooth, and he gave a donkey bellow of absolute pleasure as he rapidly pumped a few last times, rigid all over. Then there came the utter eruption of spunk in such quantities as only an equine could produce.

Which was to say, he shot a fat cumshot all over that old dragon's tits and face. It splurched out of him loudly, leaving him snorting and grunting while he drained his nuts upon her scales. Beatrice opened her mouth to catch some of it on her tongue, but the rest she was content to let splatter over her features, even if it meant getting it in her hair along with every other part of her in the vicinity of that pulsing donkey dick. Mat came for her as hard as he possibly could, until his dick was just dry-firing between her breasts and he was slowly losing his ability to sit upright.

When he flopped back to thud atop her big belly, he found himself nicely cushioned by all that motherly fat. She wobbled with the impact of his bulky body but didn't complain. Instead, she just laid there, slowly stroking those other two cocks up and down, using their own juices to help her fingers glide up and down. When they were both whimpering for her, she finally let them go, leaving them huffing, slumping, but still desperately horny. A tap on Mat's hip got him to slide off of her, flopping over to the side so he could catch his breath. She started the process of her turning her vast body over, which was akin to moving a great stone door. A little at a time.

They had to climb off the bed just to give her room, lest they end up crushed beneath her. She was just there on her belly for a time, but soon enough she got her hands down and raised her wide blue ass. Of course, that wasn't much to look at until she lifted her massive tail to give them a full view of everything she had on offer. They stood at the foot of her bed just admiring her for a time, until she cleared her throat and glanced over her shoulder at them.

"Well? You want to cum, don't you? Pick a hole and don't be gentle."

They gave each other another glance and fumbled their way through their words.

"You wanna ... ?" Raphael started.

"Of course, I wanna, I just don't know where I ..." Clancy replied, but before he finished, the bunny suddenly cut in.

"I wanna fuck her ass."

The raccoon blinked at his smaller friend a moment, then just grinned.

"You got it. I wanna see if dragon pussy is as warm as they say, anyway."

Beatrice was relatively patient the whole time, planking with her elbows planted down. The only question after that was how exactly they were going to navigate her. She was a mountain to climb. Clancy ended up giving Raphael a boost, interweaving his fingers together so the bunny could step on them in the process of mounting up on the mama dragoness. He crawled onto her back, laying his chest on the underside of her lifted tail, and just jabbed his cock between her great blue cheeks. It was a blind pursuit, one that had him fumbling the mark several times in the process of looking for her tight asshole until he finally found his target.

Those athletic bunny hips were built for bouncy, rapid fire thrusts. The moment he was balls-deep in the dragoness' butt, he set to frantic, pounding lunges that had him slapping his nuts between her cheeks over and over. There was no such thing as building up to it. Not when he was so utterly needy like that. Whimpering his way through plowing the dragoness, he didn't even slow down when he started getting stiffer and stiffer, his whole body seizing up with the convulsions of pleasure that came over him with the privilege of just going to town on that plump old woman, delighting in his ability to make her enormous body shake and jiggle with the force of his smacking sack and plunging cock.

Clancy briefly admired the sight, but he wasn't going to just stand around. Not when he had a visibly wet set of dragon folds just waiting for him to shove his dick inside. He had to stand right up on his feet just to get high enough to reach her pussy. That put him pretty close to smooching the bunny on the butt, but he didn't mind too much. Instead, he just used Raphael's hips for balance, bracing himself on the humping bunny while he thrust forth to get his dick utterly engulfed in Beatrice's hot, wet, experienced cunt.

His extended sigh became a throat moan by the time he was balls-deep inside her. She clenched down on him as if she wanted even more from him, like she was trying to slurp up his nuts too. Her squeezing greed had him standing up tall on his toes, trying desperately not to lose his balance when he was getting exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He just had to last, just had to focus and savour the feeling of her folds wrapped snug around his dick for as long as he possibly could, and fuck her hard enough that she at least moaned a little. That was his goal, one dragon moan. He wasn't deluded with confidence to think he could actually make her cum.

While she took those two eager dicks under her tail, Beatrice carefully balanced herself on one elbow to reach over for the panting donkey. She didn't physically drag him over so much as her tugging just urged him along well enough to follow her lead. He found himself poised between her arms, beneath the bust he soaked, his own cum raining off her scales and onto his face. He looked up at her, soaked in her breath and her gaze alike, then just closed his eyes as she licked his face and worked down along his sweat-sheened body.

When she got down to his half-firm dick, a few licks was all it took to firm him up again. She luxuriantly slurped down along his shaft until she got to his nuts, then smooched him right there on the plump equine orbs. By the time she got back up to his blunt tip, he was pre-ing again. She slowly wrapped her soft lips around his cock and went down on him, all the way to the base, letting him feel her gulping around the upper few inches. A sudden spurt of juices told him he was recharged, ready to go, and he wasn't going to last long with that great, grey-haired head bobbing up and down on his dick like that, sucking him off to the point of twitching, shaking, quivering with pleasure even after she popped off his drool-soaked shaft.

Instead, she gave him a kiss. She was so very warm, as was every drop of saliva that dripped onto his features while she smooched him. It was a firm kiss, and firmer still the longer it lasted. Her body shook with the force of the boys plowing her, but for the moment, she paid them no mind. It was all about her at that donkey, making out. She slipped him some tongue and then she took his own, sucking on it when he extended that wet equine slurper. A little firmer still. Pushing down. She let her teeth lightly scrape along his muzzle as she took a little of him into her mouth, and then a little more.

Maybe the bunny and raccoon were ignorant of what was going on up front, or maybe they just didn't care. They continued pumping, plapping, their faces strained with the effort not to go over the edge. It had only been a minute or two inside her, but their bodies were close to utter collapse as she milked them dry for all the precum they could possibly give. She slipped forth over Mat's whole face, then engulfed his head right at the very moment the raccoon bottomed out inside her pussy. There came Clancy's desperate cries, almost like pleas for mercy as he shuddered his way through a heavy cumshot between her thighs, and it all drowned out the first ullp as she took the donkey's muzzle into her throat.

It was just a natural extension of the kiss. Mat hardly even noticed he was getting eaten while she wrapped him up in her gullet flesh. The squeezing knead of her first swallow made him gasp, but he didn't do anything about it. He didn't even squirm, not yet anyway. She slipped deeper, deeper, swallowing him inch by inch, feasting on his muscular body while she got filled up with raccoon cum. It was enough to make her give at least a few tight clenches of pleasure, some pleased contractions that were either in response to all that cum flowing into her, or maybe she was just enjoying her meal that much. Either way, going tight like that ensured Raphael didn't last much longer.

The bunny whimpered, wiggling atop that thick tail. He might have fallen right off of her if he wasn't so deep in her ass. A buck ran through his body like a jolt of electricity. His nuts flexed against the dragon's rim, his little tail twitched, and then there came his burst of spunk straight into her backside. He kept unloading until some of it trickled down, or even splashed back onto the raccoon. Clancy was far too busy steaming in the afterglow to notice, still shoved deep inside her, barely even softened. He let his tongue hang out the side of his mouth as he stood there, eyes all out of focus as he caught his breath.

And through it all, gulp, gulp, gulp. Beatrice made steady work of swallowing the donkey. She neither rushed nor did she drag it out or especially savour him. He was a meal, and she was eating him. That was all there was to it. Which wasn't to say she didn't enjoy it. A few muffled moans cane from her as she ate, and Clancy could feel her getting even hotter around his dick while she worked her way down over the donkey's chest, over his taut abs, and finally engulfed him to the hips for that lovely framing effect with his cock balanced on her outstretched tongue. That was the moment she chose to sit up once more.

The other boys were just going to have to clear out of her way as she settled her ass down, cum pouring from each of her holes as they pulled out and dodged her. She thumped down on the bed, sitting on her legs as she tilted her head back to point the hooves of her prey towards the ceiling. It was only then that Raphael and Clancy actually realized what she was doing. They craned their necks back to confirm they were really seeing what they thought they were. Raphael leapt around in front of the dragoness, getting a better look at the donkey's form bulging beneath her throat scales, at his cock wildly throbbing away while she danced over it with her sloppy tongue. Soon Clancy joined him, just kneeling there on the bed, still panting, watching without comment or interference as she ate their friend.

Maybe they both knew that kind of thing was likely to happen. Maybe they even expected it, and were relieved that it just happened not to be them that she chose. They didn't soften. Their dicks were just as solid as the donkey's, and Mat was flaring, flexing, dripping while she teased his half-swallowed self until he simply blew. The second shot of equine cum was just as potent as the first, splashing down her lower lip and down her chin, cascading over her breasts to soak them even further. It dripped all the way down to her fat belly, which occasionally jiggled with her movement. It jiggled a whole lot more as she started stuffing him away in there.

His legs slumped as his orgasm subsided, dropping down to leave his ass framed between her sharp teeth. Beatrice gave a shrug of her shoulders, a toss of her head, and simply let gravity aside her in giving one more enormous GULP to tuck him away completely. She overtook him from his muscled thighs all the way down to his hooves, sealing him inside her body and shoving him straight down into her fat gut. It bounced up when he made impact inside her, and kept on wobbling for a good while after that. All that was left was for her to lick her lips and clean up some of the cum he left on her face, as well as the excess drool he helped her produce on the way inside her body.

Before they could move or say anything, she made a definitive statement on the matter in the form of sucking in some air, letting a heavy gurgle rumble up her throat and project outwards in the form of a blasting, spit-flinging BELLLLCH that was powerful enough to blow their fur and hair back. They could still catch a hint of the donkey's scent, of his sweaty musk on her breath. He was in there, visibly bulging beneath her fat belly but mostly indistinct. He was already gone, even if he was still moving. It was just a matter of time. As for the two of them who remained - surely she was full after that big, strong donkey.

"Mmm. Couldn't help myself." The dragoness smacked her lips a few times, then gave them a good look over as they stared at her with those awed, maybe slightly frightened expressions. "I don't know what you expected, exactly. I may be old, but that doesn't mean I don't get hungry. I am a dragon, you know."

Just hearing that had a sudden, drastic effect on Clancy. The raccoon grit his teeth as his dick went rigid, shooting out a gob of precum so thick it briefly looked like he was cumming again. Beatrice smiled at him, then beckoned to him and the bunny both.

"Up you get. Haven't had a chance to taste you yet. I've sucked off so many boys in my time, I must say I'm quite good at it by now."

Getting anywhere near that mouth when they'd just seen firsthand how easily she could pack away someone much bigger than them seemed like a bad idea. It was also the only idea they could possibly consider with a great big woman offering them both a blowjob. They didn't bother to try to take turns. They just stood up on their feet as she knelt there on the bed. They were almost face to face like that, so she dipped her head down and started working them with smooth lashes of their tongue, back and forth from cock to cock while they stood with their hips touching each other's, clinging to each other for support.

Just her tongue alone was enough to nearly send them toppling. She smiled as she saw them collectively trembling,

"You can grab my horns if you want. They're there for a reason."

They took her up on her offer one at a time, clutching those long horns with both hands each. That was still barely adequate to keep them standing while she slathered them up and drooled all over their dicks, sending them into toe-curling, rapid-breathing pleasure. The bunny reflexively humped forth, not even thinking about it, smearing his cock along her cheek. She didn't mind one bit, and simply turned her head to fully immerse his dick in her mouth the next time he jabbed forth, sucking him right down to the balls and then letting those slip over her lower lip so she could suck them too. A long, firm schlllp on his entire bunnyhood at once was enough to leave him with his eyes rolling back, his long ears down flat, his consciousness briefly flickering to leave him toppling back until Clancy caught him.

"Get a hold of yourself, man," he chided even as he carefully propped the bunny back up on his feet.

"She's so good at thisssss ..." came Raphael's whined moan.

The raccoon was enjoying himself plenty, but he remained skeptical right up to the moment she gave him the same treatment, opening up and latching on, diving down to his nuts in one long sloppy schlurrrp.

"It can be that g- hooooohhhwoww ...."

One good dragon-suck was enough to nearly send him to his knees in rapture. He closed his eyes as his voice fell to a squeak, his bushy tail swishing as he struggled simply to endure such a suckling that might well have drained his soul a little. Or maybe just slurped the prespunk out of his nuts, driving him straight to the edge of another orgasm just as big as the first. She stopped pleasuring him at just the right moment to leave him engorged in raging, steaming need, inches away from exploding while she moved back to suck the bunny dry instead.

By then, her gut's occupant had probably stopped moving. It was hard to tell as it jiggled and bounced around with her vigorous, lunging movements. As horny as he was, Clancy stepped back just to support the bunny, bracing his shoulder against his back to keep him up while Beatrice sucked him senseless. She worked him up to his peak but the moment that pretty bunny started spurring she slurked swiftly off his cock and instead let it all rain all over her scales. For a smaller fellow, Raphael could cum.

He gave her a coating of fresh bunny cream that was at least comparable to the sheer volume Mat had splattered all over those tits. It was hard to tell if it was one long orgasm or if he had somehow rolled into a second one, for how long he remained locked in absolute mind-melting pleasure. His face was frozen in awe as he painted the dragoness with his spunk, and even when he was completely dry, he was still twitching, still heaving, still trying to cum for her just a little more. It was enough that he wiggled his nose and whimpered from the strain of it all.

When he was finally done, he slumped forth into Beatrice's embrace, mopping up some of his own seed with his naked fur. She hugged him to her chest, patted him on the back, and opened her jaws wide. Clancy made eye contact with her as she did. She stared right at him, as if to insist he watch every step of the process. Parting her fangs, she made a draconic lunge with surprising speed for all her heft. One great SNAP of that wet dragon maw made half the bunny vanish. She picked him up off her feet, his butt wiggling away as she grasped him gently with her teeth, pressed her tongue to his taint, and started shoving him away all at once, leaving Clancy to watch it all from point blank range.

Of course she wasn't full after just one. He felt stupid he ever assumed as much. She didn't get to such a size by having a modest appetite. Besides, she was a dragon, just as she said. That was just what they did. What was he going to do, grab the bunny's faintly squirming legs and make a mad struggle to get him out of there? Raphael had clearly already accepted his fate. He wasn't struggling. Beatrice swallowed him like a sigh, sucking him down smoothly, warmly shoving him down towards the donkey in her gut, and the raccoon just watched. Mat used to tell him to watch the bunny's back, whenever he needed it. He wasn't sure if he'd failed at his task, or if his lack of interference was exactly what he was supposed to be doing to be a supportive friend.

Beatrice slurped those big bunny paws between her lips, gave them a lick, and then swallowed one more time. Clancy watched the bulge descend behind her tits and vanish until there was a wobble of her expanding gut. Raphael didn't make much of a dent, in truth. He was trapped behind all that fat, indistinct, anonymous, just waiting to be digested. If he was squirming, it was hard for Clancy to tell. At least until Beatrice reached out to gently take him by the wrists. She shot him a firm look and issued her guidance quietly, but insistently.

"Help him settle in, if you please. I always need a good belly rubber."

"Oh ... okay! Yes ma'am!"

His enthusiasm to follow her commands came from the urge to do something other than just stand there with his jaw on the floor, so to speak. She softly tugged him along as she laid herself out on the bed again, wiggling a little, getting herself good and comfortable. His cock was absolutely aching by then, but he paid it no mind as she brought his hands to her middle. He felt movement right away. Whether that was someone wriggling, or just the heavy kneading of her belly walls around all that fresh boy meat inside her, he wasn't sure. He just knew that rubbing her gut while she digested his longtime friends felt better than any cumshot she could have possibly given him.

Not that he didn't want to cum. When she reached around behind him and clasped him by the butt, she urged him forward until he got the hint to climb right atop her. Laying over the expanse of her fat middle, he could feel every gurgle as much as hear it. She belched as he rubbed his dick against her scales. Just one caress was enough to send him shuddering with pleasure, pulling back and scrunching up his face tight as he struggled not to instantly blow from the forbidden pleasure.

"I'm just ... I'm so ... is it okay ..." he stammered.

"Of course. Hump my belly. Cum on your friends. Don't hold back."

She left out whether or not he was going to end up joining them as soon as he was done. He didn't care. As soon as he had her blessing, he started rapidly thumping against her gut, frantically grinding on her, squishing his dick into all that soft, malleable fat while she loudly sloshed and churned her way through donkey and bunny alike. His efforts brought out another belch from her lips, a roar of a belch that shook the room ever so slightly while he grunted his way through an increasingly sloppy gut-grind. The friction of her scales was more than enough to bring him to the kind of toe-curling, tail-waving, voice-cracking climax that left him utterly paralyzed as it snatched hold of him, right up to the moment of his release.

They weren't moving in there anymore by the time he blew another load all over her. His volume was impressive enough to almost completely coat her prey-filled middle in a torrent of racc cream. He fell upon her as he came, collapsed and still spurting, pouring it over himself as much of her. She still got plenty of it on her scales in the process. When he was fully slumped, fully drained, she reached down to cup a hand under his butt and urge him slightly forth, skating along in his own spunk as her breath on his head got warmer and warmer. Then wetter.

He was far too stunned to even react at first. She pulled his head over her tongue and eased him towards her throat. This time, she didn't gobble. It was an inch by inch process, urging him along, nudging him facefirst towards her gullet until it took hold of his muzzle and overtook his blank expression. Her teeth lightly combed through his fur as she had a slow, luxuriant meal of exhausted raccoon, feeding him into her push by push, barely getting a squirm out of him. It wasn't until her constricting throat squeezed down on his chest that he even made a noise, and even then it was little more than a gasp.

When she snaked her tongue between his thighs to help clean him up, he flinched away at first. That was simply too much stimulation so shortly after such a numbing release. She relented and instead just tilted her head back, letting him fall into her open jaws a little more at a time. Getting over the threshold of his middle made him briefly squirm his legs in the air, as if some pleasure-buried instinct in his mind had briefly lit up. The danger of it all wasn't fully lost on him, but he simply couldn't care anymore. Not when it was so fucking hot to get eaten whole by an old dragoness who was currently drenched in his cum.

She worked that tail down long with his outstretched legs, speeding up at the very end of her meal when the urgent need to have him inside her overtook her. A shove at his paws helped her tuck him away, helped to turn him into a fat neck bulge that travelled down gulp by gulp. One more big swallow, one more heavy, heaving gllllp gripped him tight from all sides and shoved him into her fat belly to allow her to complete the set. Oh, she was utterly stuffed once he fully settled in there, expanding her gut to such a size that she could barely hug it. She was going to need a good rest to get them fully settled in and turning to fat.

But first, it wouldn't do at all to fall asleep and wake up smelling of horny boys. She permitted herself a brief rest of those old bones as her gut did its work, loudly churning up a series of powerful, punchy belches that tasted of cum and cute meals alike. Then she rose, laboriously pulling herself from the bed, dripping, steaming, jiggling her packed middle. Thankfully, the special room was equipped with a shower fit for someone of her size, even when she was sloshing three digesting young fellows around with her.

When the hot water hit her back, she took her time soaking it all in, but she couldn't help but feel the need they'd helped awaken in her. She had other appetites to satisfy, and three inexperienced, hair-trigger college boys certainly hadn't been enough to get her off. That was alright. She was used to masturbating in the shower after eating someone who'd done their best to fuck her. A few fingers inside her cunt was all she needed, plunging them in and out with increasing urgency as she kneaded her noisy gut with the other hand. It was enough to make her moan in ways they had never managed.

Whether it was her digits, or the supremely satisfying feeling of being swollen with some slowly digesting handsome things, she brought herself to climax with surprising swiftness. There was simply nothing like churning a whole group of friends to mush while covered in their cum. A heavy squirt got her hand nice and soaked, and the juices of her lust rolled down her wet thighs, mingling with the cum they left all over her until it all washed down towards the drain. She settled with a sigh and a slump of her shoulders, then simply finished washing up, getting into all the crevices to make sure she didn't miss any of their spunk.

When she was finally done, she heavily considered the alluring call of her bed, even if it was barely supper time. There was still plenty of sun to absorb, and that always had a good effect on her digestion. Not that she ever had any trouble digesting people, no matter how old she got. She retrieved her swimsuit and got dressed once more, setting out from her hotel room to stalk back down the hall with a large beach towel over one arm. Along the way, she passed the same attendant at the front desk along the way. He'd seen her go by with three young studs in tow, and now he saw her by herself, her gut visibly bulging, but he stayed completely silent on the matter.

The beach itself was quieter by then, which suited her just fine. She was there to rest, hopefully without any interruptions. Though it didn't last long. She flapped that towel out and took up residence on the beach sand, letting its warmth and the salty ocean air soothe her towards a nice post-meal nap. Not one minute after she was all stretched out, eyes closed, listening to the waves, and someone interrupted her churning half-sleep.

"Oh, um. Excuse me, ma'am."

Beatrice opened one eye and then the other to regard an older donkey woman standing over her.

"Yes?"

"I don't mean to bother you. I was just wondering - did you happen to see three boys, eighteen and nineteen. Donkey, bunny, raccoon? I was asking around, and someone said you were talking to them, so I just -"

The dragoness held up a finger to silence the donk mom, and then just slapped her fat gut to help her churn up an imposing rumble of a belch. It resonated over the beach and turned plenty of heads with its sheer power. All other sound seemed to drop out of the world for as long as she projected it from her open jaws. When she was finished, she just closed her eyes again. It wasn't long before she heard the sound of hooves walking away in the sand. Mat's mom got the message, and that was that.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep after that. Nobody bothered her. She might have been loudly, messily churning up her triple meal, but everyone knew a dragoness was never truly full. Especially such an experienced predator like her. Hours rolled by and the sun set, leaving the dragoness bathed in darkness, napping in the sand until a particularly heavy rumble of her middle woke her up with a snort. She smacked her lips, still tasting those lovely meals and all the cum they'd given her as she rose to stretch, feeling her soft gut spill into her lap in the process.

Such lovely fat they made. She was thick enough to begin with, but she could feel and see the extra layers of pudge they'd helped pack onto her middle in the process of churning through her intestines. They'd reached the end of their journey by then, fully touring her highly efficient digestive system, the same that had processed and claimed so, so many others before them. A glance around revealed there wasn't anybody around at that hour. She had the beach all to herself, and that suited her just fine for what came next.

At least she picked a spot well away from where most people usually roamed and lowered her bottoms around her knees. Squatting down with the waves lapping at her feet, she lifted her tail up high and sighed her way into relieving herself of those three horny friends. They were all mashed up together as the same anonymous mess, packed into one load of fresh dragon shit to squeeze out on the beach. Those logs of were thick and heavy with broken up fragments of bone, thudding loudly to the beach with their sheer weight. She might have noticed some little traces of their hair and fur if she glanced back, but she didn't bother. The very last signs of their existence served as nothing more than a little extra stimulation tickling her rim on the way out.

The water would carry it away in time, and they'd be gone. They were little more than fat on the old dragon's body and the fond memories she had of their last cumshots before their consumption. She finished shitting them out, leaving an utter mountain of steaming waste behind her as she rose to leave the filth behind without a second thought. Just because it was utterly routine for her didn't mean she didn't enjoy it, of course. It was just that there was nothing more to be said on the matter. Dragons ate people, and she was already thinking about who she was next, rather than waste time lingering on the moment, no matter how monumental it might have been for her meals. For an exceptionally experienced dragoness as her, they were just another big dinner, like the legions of equally eager things before them.