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"Pacing isn't going to make time go any faster, you know."

Mahiri's gentle teasing came from a friendly place as she watched her roommate strolling aimlessly from one side of the room to the other, fidgeting away. The leopardess remained seated as she observed the tiger's nervous waiting. It was perhaps a bit odd for her to be there when Salmon was expecting a date, but her presence offered just the sort of morale support the other cat needed.

"What if he's not as into me as he seemed? What if he doesn't show up? Maybe it was a dumb idea to invite someone over I only know through a dating app. Maybe I'm just getting really desperate ..."

The brightly-striped tiger nibbled on one of their fingertips while their roommate looked on with good-natured amusement. She simply offered them a smile when they looked in her direction. It didn't help that she was all dressed up for a night out and they were just wearing their casual clothes. When she raised her hands, they stopped their worried journey back and forth to look at her.

"Heeeeey. Sal. Look at me. It's gonna be fine! You'll have fun! Don't worry, as soon as he gets here, I'm kicking my spotty butt out so you can have the place to yourselves. I won't be back until late, so ..." She offered them a wink that made him blush. "What did you say his name was again?"

"Ah, it was ..." Salmon began, then paused, briefly panicked that they'd forgotten. It came to them soon enough. "Xerxes, I think."

Mahiri grinned at them. "That is a cool-ass name. I have never met a boring Xerxes."

"How many of them have you met?"

"Not a damn one, but don't let that discourage you!"

"Well ... he really does seem cool, in his own way. Not a big talker but, I dunno." Salmon paused, and thought about it for a moment, their eyes growing increasingly dreamy. "I guess it's like, he seems to really mean whatever he says. Just totally authentic. And then there's what he looks like ..."

"Tell me." The leopard was insistent.

"Okay so ... I didn't know I liked big guys so much, but when I saw him ..."

"I'm gonna stop you right there. What are we talking about when we say big, exactly? Length or width?"

"Not like that! I mean, more like, just ... " When words weren't adequate to describe what they were trying to say, Sal took to miming it. He flexed his arms and held them out wide to indicate broadness, then outlined a big round gut. "This ... and this. Just a whole lot of crocodile. Big all over. And also there, yeah ..."

"Now I'm just getting jealous." Mahiri rumbled at them. "You are gonna have such a good night."

That she was so confident about the whole thing had a way of calming Salmon down nicely. It helped that just talking about Xerxes was making their pants tighter. They were just about to accept that everything really would be fine right up until they heard the approach of their date right outside the door. Or at least, that was what it sounded like, by the thumping footsteps thundering down the hall. He was actually only just coming up the steps, making his presence utterly known to everyone who lived in the building even from afar. A guy his size really had no choice.

When he knocked it was three massive strikes to the door that threatened to knock the thing down. Salmon nearly jumped up to the ceiling. They looked to Mahiri as if she was going to somehow save them from the situation. She simply shook her head and gestured to the door.

"I'm not going to get it for you. Go say hi to your hot croc date!"

Salmon's eyes were briefly pleading, but she remained right where she was sitting. They were going to have to do the honours themself. Tentatively creeping over to the door, tiptoeing for some reason as if it was important their date didn't know they were coming, Salmon finally took a great deep breath and unlocked it. They didn't have to open it for Xerxes. The big guy just let himself in. In an instant, The striped cat's world was overwhelmed with the presence of the immense crocodile standing in their doorway. Xerxes took up the entire frame, all thick, muscled, round, and just plain hefty. He was probably heavier than Salmon and Mahiri combined, glaring down a his date with those fiery orange eyes that had been so striking in the photos. They were even more intimidating in person.

"Hey," the croc said, offering his naturally fearsome grin. He probably wasn't trying to look terrifying. He just had a lot of big, sharp teeth to show off.

"Hiiii ..." Salmon murmured, almost whispering.

Xerxes looked them up and down, giving a little gust of air from his nostrils. Salmon wasn't sure whether that was approval or not. Then he nodded, and glanced around.

"We gonna just stand here?"

"Oh! Uh. Yeah. I mean nah. Hi. Again. It's good to finally meet you for real."

Xerxes didn't seem especially moved by the occasion. He just vaguely nodded and squeezed his bulky shoulders through the door. The sound of bare scales against wood was an oddly pleasant sound. The croc hadn't bothered to wear more than a vest up top, which left his arms and belly exposed. It probably wasn't easy to find anything in his size. His pants were hugging up pretty tightly around his bulge, too. Salmon already knew what the reptile was sporting there, but that didn't make it any less impressive to see, so very close to their face. The leathery, masculine scent was already apparent, just standing near him like that. It got Salmon's cheeks feeling even warmer.

"Who's the cheetah?" Xerxes gestured towards the leopardess with a thick thumb.

"She's not ..." Salmon began, but they soon saw Mahiri waving it off with a shake of her head. She could let it slide, for his sake. "She's my roommate, Mahiri."

"Was just on my way out!" she exclaimed, hopping up from her seat. "I'll be gone most of the night, so don't you two worry about me interrupting."

She offered Salmon a little wink, only to find herself briefly halted by the intense glare of the crocodile. His eyes were like lava, and combined with his perpetually toothy expression, it had a way of really making the heart flutter.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll see you then," the croc rumbled.

This time it was Mahiri's turn to blush beneath her soft white cheeks. She gave a little flick of her tail and shrugged noncommittally, but she couldn't help but return the stare a little longer. There was just so much man standing in front of her. He could have easily handled both her and Salmon at once, she figured, but she stopped short of opening her mouth to suggest as much. Instead, she quickly excused herself without a further word, trying not to reveal how turned on Salmon's date just made her. She wasn't about to steal him when the tiger needed a good night like that.

When she shut the door behind her, it was just the two of them once more. There was Salmon, trying not to let their lip tremble just staring up at the absolute giant they'd invited into their home. Xerxes casually removed his big vest as if it was an outdoor jacket, which had the natural consequence of leaving him completely shirtless. That only gave Salmon a better look over the strong, scaly arms, the burly chest, the round but solid gut the croc was sporting. He was all muscle beneath the fat. A powerlifter's body, perhaps. Salmon wasn't sure. Xerxes was always a little dodgy in their chats whenever they asked what he did.

"I know this is probably kind of weird. I was pretty sure Meet and Eat is supposed to be about, like, finding cool restaurants to visit with other singles, or ..." They trailed off.

"Yeah. That's what it's for." Xerxes snorted, for some reason.

"Huh? Uh, anyway. Did you want a drink or anything? I wasn't sure if you were going to need ..."

"Nah. Just show me the bedroom. Been thinkin about that cute butt ever since I first saw you. Hope your bed's strong enough to hold me."

"Oh!" Salmon exclaimed, as if that wasn't the whole point of their hookup. They glanced back and simply pointed at a door. "That's the one."

"Good. Let's check it out together. See if it's good enough for what I've got in mind," Xerxes suggested, though the way he moved made it clear it was more than just a suggestion.

Swooping in to scoop up the tiger in his arms, he made Salmon lightly giggle as he carried him away like a bride. Or maybe more a sack of potatoes, for how easily the croc hefted the whole cat up with his enormous strength. It made them feel weightless, helpless, all in the best of ways. Plus, it let them be even closer to that surprisingly warm, scaled body. They couldn't help but nuzzle in against one of Xerxes' pecs while they were carried off, just to feel how strong it was. The croc truly was a wall of masculine strength, and Salmon was just going to have to hope they could endure him.

Salmon had never been slammed down onto their own bed so hard. It was bigger than they needed for one, though the croc still made it look inadequate. His weight sagged the thing right down to the floor when he pinned Salmon beneath his barrel of a gut and just laid there for a few moments. Salmon was pretty sure the snap they heard was the bed's legs, and not their own body. They were smothered and squished, held close to the croc while Xerxes breathed hotly over them, leaving him to steam in the masculine scent of his hot date for a little longer. Of course it turned them on.

Xerxes seemed content to simply bask there a while longer until the cat beneath him finally started to squirm. Salmon couldn't breathe all that well with all that weight on top of them, and for a moment the croc even seemed to care. It was mostly so he could get his dick out though. Unbuckling so he could release that bulge took some effort from a kneeling position. Those pants were tucked tight around the shape of the croc's growing arousal. The steamy warmth wafted out to hit Salmon's nose as soon as Xerxes unzipped, and only grew more potent by the time that enormous reptile was completely naked and horny in the tiger's bed. Salmon briefly had to wonder what they'd gotten themself into before their thoughts were occupied by getting smothered by the scaly beast.

There really was no teasing involved. The croc just went for what he wanted, and that meant dropping his fat nuts directly on top of Salmon's nose. Lightly sitting on the tiger's chest, most of his weight thankfully on his knees, Xerxes didn't give that cat much of a choice but to sniff and worship him either. That was exactly what Salmon wanted to do anyway. The tiger took a moment just to adjust to being totally overwhelmed by the huge guy's aggressive use of his heft, but it didn't take long before they were making out with the balls placed so rudely upon their face, licking them up and down, even wrapping their lips around them as best they could to delight those scales with some eager suckles. Xerxes offered a deeply resonant groan of approval that only encouraged Salmon further.

"Heheh. Knew you were a good kitty talking just from talking to you. You needed someone to just come in here and show you what you were good for, didn't ya?"

It wasn't easy to nod down there so Salmon just had to show their agreement with their tongue. They smooched and slathered all over those heavy croc nuts when they weren't simply sniffing themselves full of rich musk. Xerxes was the kind of guy who took care of himself despite his crude demeanour, but he still projected plenty of enticing scent for the tiger to eagerly lap up at every moment. Only when those balls had been thoroughly polished did they move onto that juicy spire of black croc meat. It was almost fully stiff by then after all the effort Salmon had given into pleasuring their date, but there was still plenty to unwrap with that thick skin so snug around the tip.

Xerxes scooched back just a bit to allow the tiger to really get at it. Salmon explored with their tongue and hands alike, pulling on the loose skin to drag it up and down the croc's cock. That resulted in an ample squish of precum oozing onto their face. They simply lapped it up and kept going. Shoving their nose near the tip of that solid shaft, they took a long, deep sniff until they could feel that delicious wooziness coming over them. Then it was time to put those lips to good use. They licked it and pressed their lips to the very tip of that uncut croc cock without outright sucking on it just yet. There was just so much to lap up and really imprint on their tastebuds before they went in too deep.

The crocodile was content to let Salmon work him over for a while longer, but his patience didn't last long. He gave a grunt after getting his tip slurped for long enough that he couldn't wait anymore.

"C'mere," he said, grumbling it out to Salmon while he reached to clutch the tiger by the muzzle.

With one of those thick digits pressing into their mouth, the cat simply had to open up wide. They weren't remotely ready for that much girth all at once, which concerned Xerxes precisely not at all. He pushed and jabbed despite the muffled sounds of protest from Salmon. Or maybe not quite protest so much as simply strain to accept how much cock the croc wanted to put in their mouth. They did their best to open up wide and accept it, but it wasn't good enough for big bad Xerx. The reptile snorted his impatience, gave a lunge of his hips, and eventually brute force won out.

"Hrrrmmmff!" was Salmon's cry as they suddenly got their throat stuffed full all at once. They were just going to have to adjust.

At first it felt dire, with them shuddering and flinching on that dick that had been shoved in their mouth all too forcefully. Xerxes wasn't backing down. He clutched Salmon by the head and just let that tiger choke on it for as long as they needed to calm down. The tiger's eyes were watering, but with enough willpower they were able to steady their mind and start sucking. Getting handled so roughly, so carelessly was the kind of thing that made them hard, they realized. It was getting increasingly uncomfortable still being clothed, pinned beneath the surprisingly sweltering body head of the crocodile on top of him, sucking on a jaw-straining cock, but they were just going to have to make the most of it.

Salmon tried not to think about how they'd been in the same room as Xerxes for less than five minutes and they were already sucking him off. They liked to think the croc probably had that effect on a lot of people he met. Xerxes pushed in and stuffed Salmon's throat until he finally hit the point of full resistance, hearing the muffled sounds of whimpers from the cat. Only then did he slide back and let that poor tiger breathe a little. Of course, that first testing stroke was just to loosen Salmon up for a good, deep facefucking, and with a guttural crocodile growl, Xerx set to work.

Bobbing along with the thrusts straight down their throat, Salmon sucked and slurped as best they could, but it really wasn't about what they could do. They were there to receive everything the croc wanted to do to them. Jabbing, humping, grinding his nuts along Salmon's chin, Xerxes worked himself into a powerful rumble deep in his chest and gut alike. It was something like a purr amplified ten times over. Certainly more impressive and imposing than any sound Salmon could have ever hoped to make. The best they could do while the croc steadily humped their muzzle was the hmmf and glurk that came with all the drool and precum mingling together, splashing down their cheeks and soaking into the sheets while the croc rutted that muzzle like it was own personal little cocksleeve.

The bed creaked and sagged further, another notable crunch announcing the total destruction of the legs that had once supported it. It still functioned as a flat, cushioned surface for Xerxes to fuck Salmon's face, at least. He only got more aggressive, rumbling away, teeth flashing in pleasure while he mated that mouth and left Salmon absolutely guzzling thick, musky juices. They couldn't stop drinking them down, savouring the flavour sinking into their tongue as much as they simply enjoyed the sensation of all that precum sliding down their bulging throat.

It was no relief when Xerxes' thrusts slowed down. It just meant he was going harder, sinking in deeper, giving Salmon's chin a big scaly slap that splashed sweat all over their fur. He snorted, he growled, and most of all he projected those heavy croc vibrations so deeply they were more of a feeling on Salmon's skin and in their very bones than a sound. It all built to a peak like a roar, followed by a stiff pulse of that cock, and the croc snatching Salmon by the head all the harder to yank down them fully on that dick to the very base so he could cum straight down that stuffed throat.

Despite the faint groans from the tiger, Xerxes went ahead and took everything he wanted from them. He tossed his head back, gnashing his teeth, drooling a little with his great long groan of climax that made his dick bulge with the big fat load pumping through it. A splurch of an eruption made it shoot straight down Salmon's gullet before they could even gulp. They got their belly filled, jostling and sloshing within seconds, and Xerxes was still cumming. He creamed that muzzle until it was overflowing, jets of spunk spraying out to coat his bare belly scales. He kept thrusting into that warm mouth the whole time, rutting it out, draining his juicy nuts for as long as he still had more pent up inside him.

Even he knew when he was getting a little too aggressive, slamming into the tiger's face like that. He relented mid-orgasm, rolling over to the side, clutching Salmon's head with one huge hand. It wasn't much easier for the tiger to manage there, trapped between two muscular thighs, getting their face humped while they absolutely chugged down everything the croc could give them. Their arms slumped down at their side, their body flopping back and forth along with the slowing motion of the croc's hips.

It was a race to see which one lasted longer - the croc's cumshot or the tiger themself. Salmon was fading, but they had to trust Xerxes knew exactly how far to go, how far to push them without going too far. They were discovering they were more resilient than they thought as they guzzled cum from the musky tap. Though it was almost too much, almost pushing them to faint before they could even get their pants off. Xerxes came down their throat and slipped back, shooting in their mouth and across their tongue a few more times before he finally yanked his dick free.

He gave hot, full-body huffs while he finished off his climax on the tiger's features. Salmon could only hack up great big gobs of cum, shaking before the croc's cock. The whole treatment left them with their head spinning, their chest heaving, and their own dick absolutely aching with the need for release. They nearly came in their pants from that alone. That taste lingering on their tongue was absolutely worth slobbering over. As soon as they were able, they slurped off all they could from their lips and cheeks, though they were never going to be able to get it all. The sensation of the crocodile's lava-glare eventually made them look up and meet the big guy's eyes.

"How ya feel?"

"Huaaaaah ..." the tiger gasped, coughing a few more times, then just drooling thick cream.

"Got something on your face," the croc teased, reaching down to wipe at the tiger's cheek with his thumb. That just served to smear some cum deeper into their fur. "It suits you. Shame I'm not going to get to look at that when I've got you face down and ass up beneath me"

"W-what? Really already?" Salmon's response was a mix of awe, desire, and just a bit of fear. Also more coughing.

"Yeah. What do you take me for, some one and done weakling? I fuck till I'm done, kitty. Now c'mere."

He didn't even give Salmon a chance to obey his command before he just grabbed the cat and dragged them along the bed, stripping them down garment by garment. It wasn't a difficult outfit to get off of them given it was the kind of thing they could have worn to a gym, but they were pretty sure they heard seams ripping while they were stripped Xerxes wasn't exactly a patient fellow. He wanted a naked tiger in his clutches, and he was going to get it. Soon, there was no hiding just how turned on that made them.

"See? Told ya. You like it rough," Xerxes said, running a finger along Salmon's shaft. "You got that look about you. The one that just screams fuck me up."

"Ahh ... if you say so ..." Salmon tentatively agreed, a little afraid to outright admit how right Xerxes was.

"I do." The croc's firm, dominant tone was at the same time intimidating and totally hot. "Now let me at that cute ass you've been teasing me with."

In typical Xerxes fashion, he wasn't telling Salmon to do something. He was just announcing what was going to happen next. A horny croc like him wasn't about to wait for Salmon to get into position. He just grabbed and put that cat where he wanted them, pinning them face down, even if it meant putting some pressure on their cum-swollen gut. The only way to relieve it was to adopt the exact pose Xerxes wanted them in, planting their cheek down to the cum-splashed sheets and lifting their rump up high as if on offer for the croc to mount. Xerxes certainly took that invitation.

At the least, he didn't immediately squish Salmon beneath their gut, instead opting to just grab the tiger by the hips and pull them back against his dick. He got rubbing and grinding, smearing the cat from balls to taint to hole with his cum-slathered cock. It was good and slick, and made even more of a mess with every throb. Maybe it wasn't going to be quite as body-breaking as Salmon feared. The wet slide back and forth along their taut rim was enough to really get them mewling, which only seemed to prompt Xerxes to snatch them by the back of the head and shove their face right down into the bed to leave the cat feeling even more dominated. It all left them harder than ever, throbbing so constantly they were streaming pre onto the bed before they were even getting fucked.

Xerxes was at least slightly more merciful with their butt than he had been with their throat. He didn't shove in all at once, but he was certainly rough about getting inside the cat he wanted to fuck. Jabbing, stroking, thrusting, he spread that ring out and made it accommodate his great big shaft. It came with mewling, which he was swift to muffle in the bed, shoving Salmon's face down all the more firmly. Those certainly weren't tiger sounds coming out of Salmon's muzzle while they got penetrated by the croc stud. It sounded more like the desperate caterwauling of a stray cat in heat, screaming for someone to take care of that need inside them.

The croc fucked like he was trying to breed that butt once he bottomed out. He wasn't exactly a tender lovemaker, and that was precisely what Salmon needed. They felt their body rocking back and forth once Xerxes really got thrusting. The heavy smack of a thick-scaled sack spanking them with every stroke rang out all through the room. They truly couldn't control the sounds that came out of their mouth anymore. When it wasn't horny cat screams, it was the deep, whorish moans of a bottom getting everything they needed, taking a dick so juicy it drove them into writhing, drooling, tightly clenching ecstasy after just a few seconds of getting fucked with it.

They managed not to cum just yet. Something almost felt like Xerxes wouldn't let them. The croc fucked them just hard enough to push them near their peak quickly, but held it just at that level. For a brutal butt-bashing beast, he had a certain precision to him. Every jab of his hips hit Salmon just right, stroking, grinding, putting the pressure on that tender button until there was nothing but mewls and drools escaping the tiger's mouth. They could hardly take it. Their body was quivering from ears to toes, shaking with the effort merely to cope with just how good that croc was making them feel, how hot it was to get mounted and used for the pleasure of the huffing, grunting, slamming monster on their stripey back.

Salmon held out for a while longer, but they weren't a superhero. In the end it wasn't the driving plunge of the croc's cock in their ass, nor the steady spank of those plump nuts smacking them from butt to thighs with every stroke. Something about the feeling of that hefty, naked gut pressed to their back, contributing much of the weight that pinned them down to keep taking more and more, was what truly made them unable to resist any longer. That round, solid middle was just so hot to them, squishing against their spine like that. Especially when they heard, or at least felt what they were pretty sure was a hungry gurgle.

Maybe it was that sense of danger that reminded them they were alone with an enormous crocodile who no doubt had an equally massive appetite. The image of Xerxes eating someone - certainly not Salmon themself, but someone else, of course - appeared in the tiger's head. That was when they finally let loose, pouring out all the pleasure that had been fucked into them in a great mewling finish. They exploded and gushed all over themselves, pooling in the cum they produced, soaking, swimming. Salmon couldn't stop the flow with Xerx's dick so snugly pressed against their button, prolonging that cumshot on and on even when it proved too much for them to handle.

They were aching by the time Xerxes joined them in blowing a load, though they couldn't complain. Maybe yowl a little. That certainly escaped Salmon's lips while they got plowed dry and stuffed full of hot croc cum all over again. This time they simply had no choice but to take it deep, even if it meant making their belly feel even heavier. The hefty glrrsh of the croc's cumshot combined nicely with his frankly frightful hiss. He gnashed his teeth and then shut his jaws tight with a loud SNAP while he went off, buried balls-deep in that nicely nut-smacked booty.

For most of it, he just remained right where he was, humping the tiger down into the bed with all that brute force he could muster. Eventually, he leaned back to wrench Salmon into his clutches, sitting that tiger right down on his lap, thrusting from below. Salmon wasn't exactly helpful. The stuffed cat could barely hold their head up any longer, flopping forward, panting, drooling, and swelling. They couldn't hold much more, either. A few more shots and they were overflowing, cum pouring from beneath their tail, running rivers over the croc's thighs. There simply was no room left in that stripey body.

The croc gave the tiger a shake, a squeeze, and a few more thrusts. He got no reaction whatsoever. Salmon was awake and aware, but they simply couldn't will their body to do anything else. They were still flooded by ecstasy, basking in an afterglow that had been a long time coming. Perfectly blissful, unable to even muster a rumble, they were little more than a ragdoll in Xerxes' heavy hands. The croc tried unsuccessfully a few more times to get something going, thrusting his hips or grinding on that thoroughly plowed butt, but all he managed was to squeeze out a little more of his cum and make even more of a mess. Eventually, he huffed his frustration.

"Is that all you're gonna give me? One fuck and you're broken? Come on, I came here for a night of fun, not a cheap quickie."

He gave the tiger's ass a smack, but only got the faintest of whimpers. Not even a moan. That just made him growl his annoyance all the more before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, fine. Your cute roommate looked sturdier anyway. I'll just have to find some other use for you."

"I'll ..." Salmon began, gasping heavily. "I'll keep going ..."

That didn't seem to convince Xerxes. He was far from gentle when he pulled out. Salmon could only gasp at the sudden emptiness he felt when the croc yanked his cock from those cum-flooded depths. The tiger briefly gaped before tightening up. They probably still had a round left in them, but they certainly weren't going to be much of a participant. Instead, they found themselves manhandled by the reptile who so easily manipulated their weight. He turned them over and bodyslammed them back onto the bed, right into a pool of collective cum. Most of it belonged to the croc. Those dark eyes glimmered with more fire than usual when he looked over the shaken, exhausted tiger. Even through vision blurred by tears of pleasure, Salmon still saw it.

It started with just a nibble. Xerxes leaned in, slightly opened his jaws, and worked up one of the tiger's thighs with his teeth. There was no harm done, but Salmon could feel just how much he was holding back. There was strength in those jaws, probably greater than anyone else they'd ever met. He could have snipped the cat in half on a whim, and that was exactly the kind of thing that turned Salmon on the most. They revelled in getting handled by someone with such a predatory look about them, toyed with, teased. Or they were almost entirely certain it was all just teasing anyway. Surely the croc wouldn't have talked and flirted with them for so long just for one single meal. Once they found their voice, they murmured out a question.

"You ever ... eat anyone, Xerxes?"

"What do you think." It was such a flat response it wasn't even really a question. He certainly wasn't looking for an answer.

As if on queue, the croc's stomach gave a tremendous gurgle right at that moment. It overtook the room with the sound, overpowering the constant dominant rumble emanating from Xerxes. Salmon's eyes went to that same scaled gut that had made them cum when it was pressed against their back and simply licked their lips. Maybe they could watch him eat something sometime, just out of curiosity. That great thick neck probably looked amazing gulping something down. They wanted to rub it, but they were still thoroughly drained by the rough croc fuck. They were just going to have to relax and let the hungry crocodile work them over like he was planning to eat them.

There wasn't much licking Xerxes could do with a croc tongue, but he ran his snout against the tiger's belly, scales brushing on skin, until he took another chomp. It was a light one all around, just resting the points of his teeth on either side of the tiger's ribs, but it still got an impressive shudder out of them. They were stiff all over again, no matter how much they'd already given the croc. The huffing, steaming breath on their face just pushed them even closer to cumming. They closed their eyes to bask in it once Xerxes loomed near, only to open them again and find themselves looking directly into the intricate depths of the crocodile's toothy maw.

"Ohhh, it's so ..." they began, but there really were no words immediately coming to mind to describe it.

The polished teeth decorating the powerfully built jaws right in front of the tiger's face evoked something truly primal inside them. They were looking right down the throat of a truly prehistoric predator, inches away from certain doom, and it all made them so immensely horny they were dripping. Xerxes was such a good tease. How did he know how much Salmon would like that? They were pretty sure the two of them never really discussed that kind of thing in their exchanges. It was mostly about Salmon sucking on his dick and other simple things. Maybe the croc just knew, maybe Salmon had a certain look about them, or maybe it was something more than that. But surely ...

Xerxes snatched the tiger by the shoulders when he tired of teasing and his rumbles deepened all the more. He picked that cat up and stuffed them facefirst into his open mouth, closing his teeth around the tiger's shoulders to hold them in place. It still fit into Salmon's definition of teasing, even if it was getting a little more real. Only when the croc shifted his grip from shoulders to striped butt and started to shove the feline towards his throat did reality truly dawn on Salmon. Of course Xerxes was eating them. That was precisely what a predator like him did when his partner wasn't fuckable enough to keep up with his needs.

It still made them hard. Even as survival instinct started to kick in, making them squirm and wriggle in the clutches of the hungry reptile, they were ragingly hard, throbbing away as their dick neared the croc's tongue. Xerxes didn't really swallow so much as he just stuffed Salmon away, letting them slide down all on their own, aided by all the saliva that poured down with them. That drool was getting thicker while they slid deeper into the embrace of that toothy maw. At least the croc wasn't chewing. He didn't give more than a holding bite while he ate the tiger whole, jamming at their backside until it too was slipping down into his gullet. Salmon was rapidly disappearing from the world, engulfed in darkness, soaked and slathered by the drooling croc devouring them, and things were just about to get worse for their chances of escape.

A sudden violent whip of the croc's head tossed the tiger's legs into the air, snapping them back with ravenous violence. From there, it was pure gravity. Xerxes shrugged them into their body, shaking them down in typical croc fashion. His throat muscles did very little of the work. It was more of a freefall down that gullet, slipping and sliding on the slimy walls, bulging out the croc's fat neck even fatter, especially with the shape of that nicely fucked ass. Those paws descended, toes splayed and helplessly wiggling, while Salmon's stiff dick went for the long slide towards the murky belly awaiting them below.

With only their striped tail dangling from the croc's jaws, they were one slurp away from finished. Xerxes at least took the moment to remove the rings near the base of it with a hard tug. He probably could have digested those too, but he saved himself the trouble. With no use for them, he tossed them over his shoulder to clank to the floor, soon forgotten while he polished off his meal. All it took was one more toss of his head and a shoving fist clutching the tiger's tail, stuffing it away with the rest of them. That thick bulge descended past the croc's muscled chest until the wet impact at the bottom of his gut made for a brief but heavy wobble of the fat Salmon had so admired from the outside. They never thought they'd end up a part of it.

One, two, three solid thumps of the croc's fist to his prey-stuffed gut was all it took to bring out a bellow of belch so potent Salmon's bedroom shook. The tiger heard that crude sound even where they were, all wrapped up in the embrace of the slimy walls kneading and churning around their naked body. The pressure was enough to squeeze a little more cum out of them while they writhed there, struggling for their life. None of the initial confused excitement of being eaten remained. They softened as the grim reality of what was happening to them grew more apparent. Xerxes was digesting them, alive, squirming, and he really didn't give a damn how miserable an experience it was for his prey.

The crocodile claimed that bed for himself, flopping back and grinding his scales into it just to get good and comfy, even if it meant breaking it further. It was the perfect place to recline and doze, briefly drifting off only to wake up and stroke his dick for a while. The musk of his edging arousal filled the room, clouding it, overwriting Salmon's own subtle scent. It was like a tiger never lived there. Whether Xerxes was jerking off to the feeling of having someone inside him, or he was thinking about something else entirely wasn't really clear. Salmon wasn't sure which was worse. It hardly mattered to them when things started getting more unpleasant in there.

It took several minutes before Salmon noticed anything, despite the aggressive noise of their surroundings. The walls squeezed and the juices sloshed, but once that digestive fluid worked through the tiger's precious fur, their skin started to burn. They flinched away at first, jostling that gut around, and got a slap from the croc's palm in response. That blow resonated all the way through the fat and muscle to shake them up, leaving them even more vulnerable to the terrible feeling of being churned into croc pudge while still very much conscious. Beating their hands against the walls certainly didn't slow things down, so they were just going to have to try to reason with the predator.

"Ah ... Xerxes, it's ... ahhh!" Their attempt at begging grew into a muffled shriek once the acidic process grew unbearable.

"Heh heh. Now there's the energy I wanted. You a screamer, Stripes? I hope you are."

He spoke as if he didn't actually remember his prey's name, or he just didn't bother. His idea of mercy was to heft that gut in both of his hands, lifting it up just so he could drop it and watch it wobble. Salmon shook around within, splashed from all sides by the sizzling juices that slowly ate away at him. The walls squeezed down on the captive tiger so hard Salmon was pretty sure they felt something break - or maybe that was just their joints popping, for the moment. It was only going to get worse. The croc wasn't going to stop until that cat was all his. That he was idly pleasuring himself the whole time, letting his grunts and hisses resonate down to his prey, said he wasn't about to change his mind. Just in case it wasn't already obvious, he went ahead and spelled it out in a nasty, guttural snarl.

"I'm gonna digest you down to nothing, meat. Another dumb fuck who gets a look at me and thinks you're gonna find a gentle giant under it all. Fuck no. I've got so many dead cocksleeves like you packed onto my fat gut, and you're just another one for the collection."

Salmon somehow heard it all despite the digestive noise all around them. Their whimpers and cries were largely overtaken by the brutal churning slowly liquefying them alive beneath those shining scales. Xerxes didn't seem particularly inclined to move anywhere for the next while. His belly worked slowly, luxuriantly over his meal as minutes rolled by, then turned to hours. The evening grew later and later while the tiger suffered inside him, but Salmon simply refused to die. They weren't even sure why. It wasn't like they were trying particularly hard to resist their fate, when so much fight had already been simmered out of them, but their softened, slow-cooking form remained intact enough for them to feel what was happening to them all the way until Mahiri returned home.

The leopardess hung up her coat and then gave a little chuckle when she noticed Salmon's bedroom was closed but the light was still on. Sneaky feline that she was, she couldn't help but creep up just to take a little listen in. She moved in utter silence, but that wasn't good enough. All it took was pressing her ear up to the door before it suddenly swung open, and someone grabbed her by the hair while she was off balance. The initial yowl didn't do her much good while Xerxes dragged her inside as if through a trapdoor, tossing her onto the same bed he'd ruined in the process of fucking and devouring her roommate.

"Guh!" she managed to get out amid it all, too stunned for much comment.

She got the idea right away. The room was a cloud of croc musk, emanating from the fat, horny reptile with a still-squirming gut. He loomed above with that horrible grin of his, and she just found herself staring in stunned awe. She could hear Salmon getting digested. There might have even been an audible cry from the weakened tiger over all the churning. Scanning up and down his form, Mahiri's eyes reflected horror at what he'd done to poor Salmon, but also undeniable admiration for such a perfect, predatory body. That scent working into her senses had a way of making her soak with arousal in an instant, then something beyond just wet.

"Let's see if you can pick up where stripes left off. Been thinking about you while melting this mewling meat."

Xerxes gave that gut a few slaps, then just planned it right on top of the leopardess to pin her down while he dragged her clothes off of her. Those got tossed aside one by one, slightly clawed or ripped. She didn't complain. Her mouth was open but she didn't say anything. Maybe she was afraid, maybe she was just so horny she couldn't think. It made no difference to Xerxes. He probably would have fucked her even if she was clawing at his face. Those scales would have deflected it easily. With his hands on her ankles, he forcefully spread her thighs and slapped his cock right atop those glistening folds.

"Roomie didn't get me off as much as I wanted. Tasted pretty good though. Go on, get a feel of 'em. You can listen to 'em die while I fuck your cunt."

When he took her by the wrists to stroke along his slowly squirming middle, the sensation of those sloppy churns resonating through her fingertips made her bite her lip.

"I think I'm going into heat ..." she faintly said, more to herself.

"Not my problem."

With that he shoved her down flat and pinned her beneath his bulk. Salmon was squished right against her belly in the process, ensuring she could feel their struggles, their desperate kicks and thrashes while their body was still somewhat whole. They were melting away, softening, getting squeezed into a tighter and tighter shape when their malleable form made that possible. The details were probably all kinds of gruesome and gory, but in the darkness they only knew the pain of getting cooked down to the bone in the cauldron of the hungry croc's gut. The feeling of his prey getting close to the end is what made Xerxes so damn hard, perfect for pushing smoothly into the folds of Mahiri's pussy. He spread her out and bulged her belly with his cock, but all he got was a yowl from her.

"I'm gonna nut in you so fuckin hard. Gimme that fat cat pussy, rrrrrngh ..." he growled back at her, rumbles overpowering even her own.

He held her down as if she might slip away, but she was soon mewling for him just like he wanted. Her flirtatious edge was gone, in favour of a fuckable slut ready to take the stud croc's dick. He bounced and jiggled her, thumping her just as hard as he'd given Salmon. Except, aside from making plenty of noise, shrieking and growling alike, she didn't break. He could fuck her plush, spotty body as hard as he wanted and she was just going to take it.

"So much fuckin' better than the slut in my gut ... you're made for getting bred, aren't you?"

"You're ... goddamn ... right ... " Mahiri managed to gasp out amid her own cries of pleasure and truly frightful yowls.

She clung onto him, stroking down his sides, and along the bulge of his belly while she was at it while he rutted her straight down into the broken bed. The frame itself was cracked, but the mattresses at least remained intact, providing her some cushion while she got slammed by the croc's fat nuts. He went absolutely balls deep inside of her, plowing her, thrusting savagely, filling her womb spurts of precum so thick she could already feel that tingle of satisfaction. That was probably enough to knock her up given just how much she ached for him.

Arching, bucking, driving into him just meant he slammed her back down to the bed all the harder. He kept his pace up constantly, except to briefly pause when the pressure built up on his churning prey to the point he had to cherish that moment. Reaching down to crudely grab the leopard by the face, he dragged her in until she had her cheek resting atop the shrinking shape of Salmon in his stomach, still balls deep in her the whole time. He held her there while the churning seemed to brew to a peak - accompanied by brutal crunches of bones getting snapped in two by the constricting walls.

"Mmmm, fuckin ... have a good listen to that cat die. All they're good for anymore ..."

Mahiri rumbled against that prey-snuffing belly, taking in the crackling symphony along with all the wet churns. Salmon was partly liquid by then, slumping down, barely able to breathe, much less whimper. Yet even weakened like that, they still went out with a bang. The accumulated pressure squeezed in on them harder and harder, crushing them, compacting them, forcing them into a shape no body was meant to endure. And theirs was no different. Finally, in a cacophony of crunching bones and sizzling flesh, the life drained out of the digesting tiger with one final, terrible CRACK.

"Unnngh FUCK yeah, that's the stuff ..."

With a crocodilian roar, Xerxes tossed his head back and took to spelling out how much he enjoyed snuffing Salmon in his belly by rutting it out with Mahiri. Her yowls grew a little more frantic as the crocodile absolutely annihilated her, plowing her pussy with the brutal slams of a raging beast. He berserked between her thighs, drumming his balls on her ass while she writhed and even clawed at him amidst her rising climax. Whether she was trying to get him to stop or she was just caught up in the feral pleasure didn't matter to him. She was taking his cumshot either way.

Another bellow, and then he snapped his jaws right in front of her face, splashing her with spit while he bottomed out inside her. A hot, rich blast of croc cum hit her womb with a tremendous squelch. She overflowed and splattered the both of them, but he just kept cumming inside of her until she was squirting herself numb. Screeching like a little housecat, then working up to a roar to at least rival his rumble, she gushed for him while he fucked her full of cum. She was bred and bloated in seconds, but those fat nuts still had even more to give.

Only when she was swollen to the point of straining, belly jostling with the load of cum he just pumped into her fertile womb, making absolutely certain he claimed those leopard eggs for himself, did he relent. He raised his head up and just stared her down for a while, and got a somewhat blank stare in response. She was soaked in his cum and sweat alike, swimming in his musk, drooling. Only in time did she recover enough of her senses to squirm on his dick a little. He just chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You're spending the night with me, spots. Get close and feel that dead cat melt down to nothing."

He didn't even pull out of her, still mostly stiff, but just letting her pussy warm his cock for a while. Instead, he rolled over, sagging the bed over to his side while he pulled that bred leopard against his belly. She had no choice but to snuggle up to his sweaty scales while he idly humped her. The gurgles were still working over the tiger, even if they were motionless. It was going to be a long night of processing them through the croc's intestines and turning them into pudge. And when Xerxes got horny, he had a warm pussy to fuck all over again. Even if it meant humping a passed-out leopardess.

He came inside her at least two more times by the time morning rolled around. Whether she was aware of it happening to her wasn't entirely clear. The leopardess had partied a little hard before coming home. Looking at the still-unconscious cat on the bed beside him, Xerxes found himself tempted by the thought of rubbing one out on her face. Nature called though, and she'd been such a gracious host for him and his sperm alike that he decided to offer her the courtesy of not ruining her bathroom beyond recognition. Up he got, gathering his things. It was a good thing he chose a vest the previous night, because his fattened gut never would have fit into anything else. He was carrying around some extra wobble, a layer of softness that jiggled with his every lumbering step, but it was hard to really tell unless someone saw him before and after. Some of that extra weight was about to get dropped off.

He didn't go far. There was no need. The alley behind the building was concealed enough. It seemed a suitable place to dump off the tiger like they were nothing more than trash. A quick glance to the left and right to make sure no one was coming - not that it would have stopped him - and the croc just unbuckled his loosened belt, dragging his pants down off his fattened ass. Lifting his tail out of the way when he squatted took a lot of muscular strength all on its own, but he made sure it was up high for what was to come.

The croc's grunts while he started to squeeze Salmon out weren't exactly strain. He was enjoying it, and he didn't care how shameless it was. Shitting out pretty sluts always made his dick hard. He even ended up stroking himself while he made a pile out of the former tiger. Long strands of utterly ruined fur and chunks of thoroughly but not completely pulverized bone indicated that the mess had once been a person, but there wasn't much that pointed to the tiger. At least not until the cat's necklace clinked down to the ground, embedded in the filth. It was soon completely buried beneath the rest, but it made one thing clear. That pile of crocodile shit used to be Salmon, the tiger.

It was that thought that inspired Xerxes to stand up once he was finished and just start jerking off over the mountain he made of that cat. He grunted, he rumbled, he gave a long hiss of pleasure and soon blew a fat load all over the mess of the former feline, streaking the mound with streaks of hot white. He couldn't resist. Destroying such a pretty thing and reducing them to that always got him going. When he was done, he shook his softening cock and turned away to forget all about what he'd done.

"Thanks for the dinner date, bitch," he muttered to no one in particular, casually walking away from the scene of the tiger's final, humiliating fate.