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They were all suspects. Ten bodies were slumped together in a cold room with steel walls and floors, drugged with some unknown substance, dressed in matching jumpsuits like those that might have been worn by prisoners. Awakening in relative unison led to all manner of confused exclamations and agitated chatter. Some of them knew each other. Some were total strangers. While the grogginess wore off and everyone took some time getting their bearings or remembering how to stand on their own feet, a voice boomed from a crackling speaker mounted on the wall, caged off from interference. The distorted, androgynous tone could have been anyone, putting forth an introduction with sinister glee.

"Hello contestants. We're going to play tonight. Solve the puzzles. Overcome the trials. Survive. There's a special prize waiting for you at the end. But only one of you can make it. Six rooms. Ten players. One winner. Better hurry. I've already started the clock. And remember: absolutely NO cheating."

That immediately set off a series of discussions among the crowd. Everyone was looking over each other with suspicion. Mahiri and Mira stuck together, the twin leopards obviously not suspecting one another of any wrongdoing. Eyes turned from them to some of the cute boys who'd been gathered there, though they were pretty easy to dismiss. Obie was far too timid a possum to worry about, and Kamili's nervous giggling might have been suspicious if it was from anyone but the slim, girly hyena. Shoa the otter didn't look the type at all, nor did Bandel the diminutive drake - though getting dismissed so easily is what made him refrain from bringing up just how much smaller he was than usual, inexplicably half his usual height with no other side effects. Whoever had captured him had injected him with something extra.

He couldn't figure out why he required special treatment when there were several other giants in the crowd. Of course there were eyes on the most exotic among them. Nobody had even seen anything like Kara before. The alien - a tall, sturdily built example of a sangheili - raised her arms when she was getting all the stares.

"I don't know anything more than any of you, I promise. Let's just try to figure this out together, if we can. I'm still feeling a little light-headed after waking up from whatever it is they gave us ..."

The mention or even implication of drugs and chemicals had attention shifting instead to the professor among them. Kijana was both thoroughly educated in all things scientific, as well as a particular enormous, powerful hyena who could very well have overpowered and ambushed them with some sort of syringe or other way of administering the unknown knockout drug.

"I understand your worries, but I promise you - we're going to find a way to get through this. Stick close to me and we'll solve whatever's ahead. Though I will say one thing." She rubbed her chin briefly, looking every bit the teacher she was. "To manage to subdue us so that we wake up at the same time, despite the differences in our sizes means whoever's behind this knows what they're doing. That would require very precise, measured doses."

"I guess that leaves me out." Allegra laughed at the mere mention of that. The big, strong wolfess had the physical side down, but she didn't know a damn thing about mixing chemicals. "I just hope we don't have to solve any puzzles, because I'm not going to be much help there."

"Don't sell yourself short, I'm sure we can all contribute if we work together!" The soft, nervous-sounding voice had them all turn once more towards someone they didn't recognize.

The chubby pig girl sat on the floor, fussing with the red bow in her hair that seemed to want to fall out. When she saw them all staring, she bit her lip and offered a shy wave.

"Oh. Um. Hi. I'm Anna. I don't think you all know me, but I've seen some of you around!" She slowly stood, looking less tall than she really was with her shoulders all hunched like that. "Let's not argue, please. I think we just have to wait and see if -"

Before she could finish, there was a loud CLUNK that made her squeal in surprise. It sounded like some kind of trap going off, but it was just the release of a heavy bolt that held the door in place. That was the only way out. It slowly swung open to reveal the dark, grungy walls of some sort of crudely constructed maze made of scrap metal. The lights buzzed above, dimly illuminating a series of at least five possible paths forward. Though rough around the edges, the walls were solid and the floor was cold steel. There was no breaking out of there. They had to find the way.

Nobody gave the command to split up into pairs to better explore the paths ahead. It just seemed to make sense when there was hardly any room to squeeze through each passage as a group. If something bad happened with them all travelling together, turning around to flee would have been a nightmare. The cat twins went off one way, and the nervous bois in Obie and Kamili went another. Bandel decided to stick close to Kara for now, given how much size he'd lost. He normally would have been about as tall as her, but at his reduced size, the alien's presence was insurance against any threats. Kijana patted Alli on the back and nodded to her, and the two of them were in agreement. With their combined muscle, few things could threaten them.

That just left Shoa and Anna looking at the sole path left unexplored. The otter remained where he was, uncertain, until he felt the gentle squeeze of the pig's hand around his own. He looked at her and she offered him a smile. Her voice was soft.

"Are you scared, Shoa?"

"I mean. Yeah. Quite a bit, if I'm being honest. You?"

"Terrified." Anna took a deep breath. "But. I promise. You and me, we're going to make it to the end, together. Okay?"

The otter considered that. The voice had said there was only one winner, but the way the black and white piggy was looking at him, frightened yet confident, he couldn't help but nod back. Maybe they could find a way to both win and escape. Hopefully along with everyone else.

"Okay. Deal."

With that, the groups navigated through the metal halls, trying to make sense of the various symbols and diagrams that had been etched into the walls. Slowly, carefully, quietly they went. Nobody knew if they should have expected an ambush, or a deadly trap at any given moment. Nobody but one of them, at least.

Chapter I

"Watch out! Wire!"

"Careful! If this gets pushed over, it'll trigger a chain reaction ..."

It didn't take the boys long to realize it was so much more than just a maze. Obie was good at spotting the hidden pressure plates or tripwires or other traps, and Kamili understood and explained some of the mechanisms that they managed to avoid springing by moving carefully together. The possum and hyena made for a good team as long as they remained close together, holding hands just to be certain. They flinched when they heard the clunks and whirrs of things getting set off elsewhere in the maze. All they could hope was that everyone was okay and they'd see them all at the end of the challenge. There was no going back.

While their minds were sharp at first, everything grew more clouded in time. Their pace was slowing. It was like the air was getting thicker. They turned to each other with a similar look of panic in their eyes, without saying a word. Were they suffocating? It didn't feel unpleasant, if so. Every breath they drew shuddered a little, until there came a tingle running through each of their bodies they couldn't ignore. Though they remained focused enough to avoid springing any traps, their grips on each other's hands were tighter, and their bodies pressed even closer together as if they were moments away from halting their advance and just making out against the nearest wall.

The identical uniforms they wore didn't do much to hide their bulges. Even Kamili's more modest outline wasn't a secret. The boys glanced down, smiled at each other, even giggled a little, flirting without speaking, letting their instincts guide them forward. Surely they were almost through. They could see about taking care of that rising desire as soon as they were sure they were safe. Or maybe it was the danger itself that was turning them on so much. The girly pair didn't so much as suspect they were breathing a consistently intensifying dose of pheromones until they neared the end of the maze - and encountered its guardian, clad in the same scent that had so entranced them.

They were clinging together by that time. Two horny cuties hugging, squeezing, even slipping in a little grind of bulges here and there was exactly the kind of sight that made the bat smile. He held out his arms, displaying his leathery wings, fangs gleaming as they reflected his delight, but their eyes were hardly on any of that, for good reason. The handsome figure stood tall above them, almost completely naked. The one garment he wore, a pair of boxer briefs, only served to make him all the more enticing the way they hugged so tightly around an absolutely massive bulge, clinging on for dear life. It looked like one twitch of arousal would have been enough to shred the fabric keeping the bat's hefty package contained.

"Congratulations, boys," the bat said with a small, polite bow. "You've made it through Temptation, or so I call my little maze. With time to spare, too."

He gestured up towards a digital timer mounted high on the wall. It was counting down the seconds, but they still had at least ten minutes left.

"It's very impressive. Everyone else is still making their way along. But don't worry about them. I'm sure they'll be fine." He rubbed his hands together, which in turn had his wings glossing against themselves, with a suitably smooth noise that had the pair perking their ears in unison. "I'm Guy. I suppose you could call me the director of this part of tonight's events. Or was it gamemaster? That's what she said, I think. It doesn't matter now."

The boys looked at each other and took to murmuring out their own names one after another, in soft, lust-addled tones.

"Kamili."

"Obad - Obie, or ... whatever"

"Oh, very cute. I hardly need to know, though. I look at you and I can already tell you're everything I need. Since you have so much time to spare, why don't you come help me with something? I think you deserve a reward for conquering my challenge. A treat, if you will."

He didn't need to so much as beckon. All it took was him standing there on full display, and they gravitated to him. The bat took each of them under a wing and let them press close to his body. Those were his own pheromones radiating out through the maze. Plenty of the other participants were surely horny just from inhaling them, but they were getting the best doses. It didn't take long for the hyena to bury his nose in the bat's chest and just huff. He couldn't spare anything for modesty anymore. Guy chuckled warmly and ran his fingers down Kamili's spine, watching the spotty boy shudder.

"You can get all that and so much more. I'll be blunt. I need one of you for the front, and one of you for the back. Who wants their pretty face where?"

Such a proposition was so appealing that the boys looked almost worried. They didn't want to deprive the other of what they wanted, and they certainly weren't going to argue. The indecision had them speechless, so much so that Guy cut their contemplation short with a laugh.

"Oh, but you're right. It's cruel for me to force the decision on you. How about this - you two get out of those silly uniforms, and I'll decide for myself who belongs under my balls, and who's better nestled under my ass."

If Guy expected some sort of sexy strip show, he wasn't going to get it. Instead, it was a scramble, two girly boys fumbling about trying to get naked as quickly as they could when they were both throbbing so hard. At the least, they didn't forget about each other. Obie reached out and took the hyena's shoulders to steady him, and working together, they managed to strip each other out of those ill-fitting outfits much more efficiently. They hadn't exactly been flattering. There was so much more for the bat to look at once those outfits crumpled to the floor around them.

With poss and hyena intertwined, holding each other, both too shy to really show off how turned on they were, he was just going to have to do some inspecting. Guy ran his fingers over their arms, down their sides, along the rise of their hips. Each of them was so ample, so soft, so feminine in all the right places. He didn't shy away from taking a squeeze of their perky butts, or a tug of their tail. A surprised little snicker and a shaky little hiss came from each of them in turn. Such cute noises. He was still grinning, really showing off all those pearls, all those many sharp fangs, but nothing he did intimidated them. All they could do was moan and slump into his grasp when he took to softly squeezing their balls, and then stroking all their rigid shafts.

"Mmmm ... such a cute one ..." he told Kamili, fondling the hyena's fairly modest shaft. Then he moved onto the possum, who was quite a bit bigger, giving him a good firm stroke. "And you, so impressive for someone so pretty."

Their blazing blush was their way of thanking him. Kamili found himself almost flinching away, trembling under the slightest touch, as if too sensitive to tease. Obie meanwhile fell forward, losing himself in that stroking grip, leaking a whole mess all over the bat's fingers. He was up on his nimble toes, leaning into every rub, and probably would have stayed that way until he blew if Guy didn't let go. The bat stood up tall, licking his fingers clean of everything the poss had to offer. Gazing over them a little longer, he lowered himself to their level, this time so he could introduce them to his tongue.

The long, flexible slurps he could give them had them absolutely mesmerized. Kamili was making subtle but constant little giggling noises, and it certainly wasn't because he found it funny. The short spotty tasted good to lash all over with his tongue, like a little cookie. He still wriggled when Guy got even close to his cock, which was exactly why the bat went right down to curl the tip of his tongue around the hyena's tip, just to tease him into whimper-cackling for him. With his eyes all wide, jaw falling slack, Kamili endured until he nearly came on the spot, shooting a thick splat of juices right over Guy's muzzle.

The bat didn't mind at all. He licked that mess up too and turned his attention to the possum. Just seeing how the hyena had handled it all had the violet-eyed boy casting his most nervous look up at the bat, who returned the gaze with a seductive stare and a cunning little smirk. This time, he stayed high, dancing along that pointed muzzle with his tongue, curling it into the corners of the possum's timid smile, kissing him on the cheek. Moving down to his throat, he went for more than just licks too, applying his sharp teeth ever so gently to the sensitive skin there. He pressed down just enough to get a whimper, then he withdrew, leaving shallow bite marks on the poss boi's neck but nothing more.

"Alright. On your knees. I've made my decision."

He said it with such weight, as if there was more behind it than they knew. That didn't stop them from obeying. Down the hyena went, to swiftly get a whole faceful of bulge completely overtaking his muzzle. He took to sniffing it immediately. Guy kept a hand loosely on the back of Kamili's head, but it was hardly necessary. The hyena smothered himself against those tightly outlined balls or that soft bat cock. He nuzzled, he rubbed the scent all over his face, and even licked to get a good taste right through the fabric that kept him from the real thing. With his nut-worshipper securely in place, Guy was free to turn to the possum and direct him just a little bit.

Though slightly more tentative at first, Obie soon found his stride once Guy pushed that pointed muzzle beneath a short, thin bat tail. There the possum got himself immersed in a pair of taut cheeks, eagerly tending to them just as thoroughly as the hyena took to that bulge. He even tried to lick, though the shorts were in the way for the moment. Guy stood tall above his prizes, utterly ignoring the timer ticking down nearby, just as they were. He let them dwell, he let them sniff and huff until their toes were curling with adoration for the bat's pheromones, and then he gave them even more.

"Such good boys. Give me just a moment. I want you immersed all the deeper."

Prying them off of him required him to use a little strength. They were swiftly slipping into the roles of bulge-sniffers and butt-huffers respectively, adoring on his body without a single worry in their minds. He held them by the ear or braids until they got the idea. Peeling the boxer-briefs from his immense nuts and firming cock, or from the ample contours of his rear took both hands, after all. He pulled them down and let them dwell in the kind of silky musk that had them magnetized to his naked body in an instant. Their role was to worship, to taste him, to breathe him, to pleasure him any way he wanted, and they were very good at it. He'd chosen well.

"Lower still," was his only command.

When it wasn't immediately clear how to follow it, he showed them. He pushed back on Obie's muzzle, getting that snout good and wedged between the cheeks of his plush ass, utterly immersed in warm bat booty, a pair of poss lips pressed right against his muzzle. Then he settled his weight down lower, and lower, until he was pushing Obie over. The possum followed along until he was flattened, sprawled on his back right in the middle of the floor with no regard for how dangerous his surroundings had seemed so shortly ago. He was completely smothered by the time the bat fully sat on him, and he was going to be the best kissing, rubbing, slurping seat he could possibly be.

Kamili went down right with the bat, falling to his hands and knees as if before a god. He wiggled his tail and hips alike, bucking to shove his face in those nuts as deeply as he could. His efforts were well-rewarded by Guy's stiffening cock filling out to a size so ample it wasn't just dwarfing the hyena's own - it made the entire hyena seem small. A towering spire of potently-flavoured bat dick was the perfect target for the very sloppiest of bat slurps, dancing and slathering all over that shaft, left and right, up and down. Kamili showed a little more of his wild hyena side the way he so savagely slobbered on Guy's cock, coating it in an impressive sheen of drool from just one tongue.

Such arousing flavours had a way of breaking that boy. It only got better for him when he got to the bat's tip, leaving him swirling and stroking, tasting his way along the very juicy, oozing slit. There was plenty for him to lap up when he wasn't just mopping up that precum with his fur, rubbing his face into that spot. His eagerness made him press in so deeply that he occasionally got his muzzle slightly stuck inside. Guy gave a wet, squishy clench on the very tip of the hyena's cute snout before letting him go. His smile was getting brighter, sharper. That silly spotty almost fed himself right down that dick without so much as a push along the way. It was enough to make the bat's eyes light up with sinister glee.

A delighted wiggle of his hips had him grinding down even more intimately on Obie's face. The possum too got so deeply immersed he was briefly inside the bat. If Guy wanted, he could have turned that braided beauty into his personal butt toy, but the steady work of that tongue slopping back and forth along his hole kept him more than content. Obie kissed, licked, even sometimes tonguefucked the bat rim smashed right against his face, wiggling his whiskers with excitement the whole time. Just because he could barely breathe a single gasp was no reason not to throb, not to spurt, not to leak all over himself until his black shaft was shiny with the mess he was making, just from worshipping the deliciously musky bat.

After spending some time drinking prejizz directly from the tap, letting it well up in his mouth until he could loudly gulp it down, Kamili looked up to the bat with pleading in his eyes. He clung to that cock, pressing his whole body against it, humping it a little, grinding, letting Guy feel just how stiff his small cock was. It didn't look like he was in any condition to speak with his features all smeared and dripping, his lower lip quivering, his entire body trembling with horny energy, but subby boy energy preceded everything else.

"I ... really want you."

"Oh, sweet giggly thing, don't you already have me?" Guy couldn't help the tease as he beamed down at his prize, fangs all on display.

"You know what I mean. You're so big. It's crazy. But I think ... I think I can take you."

"That's a very bold claim. Let's say I believe you." Guy leaned in close and kissed the boy on the lips, briefly slipping him some tongue before wetly withdrawing with a mist of spit. Most of it was Kamili's. "Once I get going, I'm not going to stop with you until I get everything I want."

Kamili just nodded rapidly to the implied question.

"Good boy. Come into my wings, sweetie."

Rising up to his knees briefly took the weight off of Obie. It was just long enough to let the possum gasp a little before he was smothered again. The bat knelt down and sat on the poss boy while he enveloped the hyena in that leathery embrace. The hyena was completely wrapped up in a moment, from his shoulders down to his knees, a silky outline beneath the sleek membranes. Guy held him tight and danced his tongue along those gentle features, teasing, tasting, almost taunting with the way he was grinding his dick against the hyena's entire back at once. Only when he'd given a thorough bath of bat drool did he draw back to speak again.

"You know I am a bat, of course." Guy was whispering softly enough that Kamili had to lean in. "You won't deny me a little drink before we get started, will you? I want to fill my belly before I fill yours ..."

It wasn't fully clear if Kamili knew what he was agreeing to when he nodded his head. That didn't stop Guy from moving in. He opened wide. The hyena got an excellent look at all those fangs on display, gleaming in the light of the maze. Did all bats have so many fangs, all of them so sharp like that? He couldn't remember. Though he did whimper a little at first when they pierce his neck, he didn't squirm too much. Just a little bit, which had him grinding on the base of Guy's dick where he sat once the bat began to drink his blood.

It was no small sip. Once he latched on Guy, began to deeply, ravenously drain the hyena, gulp by gulp, until Kamili was really starting to feel the effects. His head was spinning so much he closed his eyes. The smile on his face only grew wider, even as his body started to go a little numb. The bat drank from him for so long that Guy ended up with a slight belly, pushing against the hyena's own, sloshing and jostling with the effort to get the delirious hyena into position. Kamili was ever so easy to manipulate when he was on the very edge of passing out. All Guy had to do was pick up him, and push him down on that thick bat cock, grinding, stretching, easing inwards until somehow the two of them made that huge size difference work.

Just as assuredly as Kamili should have fainted by then after having the bat feast upon him, he shouldn't have been able to take that cock. He was just one small, slim hyena, and Guy's dick was bulging him so much he was little more than a spotty condom, sinking down towards those taut, engorged nuts. Guy huffed a blood-stained breath in the boy's face, fangs stained red, eyes blazing with a fiery lust now that he was good and fed. He didn't stop, even at risk of breaking that cute thing. Kamili refused to break, but he sure could make a mess. All that pressure, all that stretching and stuffing meant he started cumming all over the bat, from blood-bloated belly to chest, even up to his fangs before Guy was even done entering him.

That was no reason to stop either. The hyena was every bit as hard as he began, even after spurting so wildly, completely hands free. Guy tightened his wings around the taut bottom boy all the tighter, pushing until he could truly sink no deeper, bottoming out with the hyena fully impaled, sitting atop the pulsing set of nuts already churning up a load to fill him. It wasn't exactly the most vigorous fuck given the size difference between the two, but even the slightest shift and grind pressed every single one of Kamili's buttons at once, sending him cackling with all his remaining strength, shaking, clenching, milking Guy's cock like the good boy he was. Simply clinging to each other was all they needed to do to drive towards the release they required.

Every hump, every thrust just had Guy grinding on Obie all the more. The possum never stopped worshipping him, delving a little deeper with every lick, sticking his tongue right inside just to help milk the bat's prostate to a swift finish. He was obsessed. His mind was so blank he kept right on working, ignoring the spectacle of that collective orgasm going on above him. Guy opened his jaws, gave a suitably batlike shriek before just turning his voice to a growl of furious pleasure, and Kamili gave his absolute all giggling like a lunatic when he went off for a second time in such a short span. His cumshot was just as impressive as Guy's - proportionately speaking.

While the hyena made a mess of them both, Guy bucked and bounced that spotty butt atop the beanbag chair of his balls, jiggling the spotty about all throughout the rising ecstasy. When he finally finished, his cock bulged with all the pressure, with the sheer volume travelling through it. He pumped and pumped and finally he erupted, instantly cumming all the way through that boy. Kamili drooled bat spunk while he got his belly swelled taut with all the jizz shooting into him. If he was a condom, he wasn't a very good one, leaking all over, letting jets gush out and pour down the bat's balls when he simply had too much inside of him, and Guy had to withdraw, slowly, loudly. For all the pleasure of release, Guy stared right into Kamili's eyes the entire time, watching the last dregs of his thoughts simply fade away right in front of him. The hyena was as good as a drone after getting completely ruined by the bat, and he would have made a good one too, but Guy had other plans.

Perhaps it was a good time for a speech, for a suitably villainous declaration of his dark intentions, but above all, he felt desire. He wanted that hyena, and he was going to have him. Kamili wasn't even going to put up much, if any resistance. Guy was sure of that. He looked into his enthralled prey's eyes one last time, and then simply reached forth to grab him by the face. Kamili accepted all guidance, no matter how forceful, even when it ended up with him jammed directly into the stiff cock spurting right in his face. His moaning cry was immediately muffled by the greedy, clamping grip of Guy's dick pulling up tight around his meal-to-be, his next cumshot, his squirmy little ball-stuffer in waiting.

Neither of the boys had anything to say about it. Obie remained right where he was, a perfect little cushion, totally unaware of what was happening to Kamili. The hyena got warmly gulped on by the intensely heated confines, diving into the sweltering, slopping embrace of the bat's giant cock. It was easier to swallow him than it was to fuck him. Once he had that muzzle, the rest was nothing more than a long, bulging slurp. There was no need to stuff him away, nor to hold him in place. The hyena didn't struggle, but he was certainly squirming, getting all sloppily swallowed like that, absolutely doused in bat musk until that was all he was breathing. It was all he needed to sustain him anyway.

Leaning back, putting a little more weight onto his possum seat in the process, Guy simply relaxed. He tucked his arms behind his head while his cock did all the work. Flexing hard, dragging that curvy, bloated boy down towards his balls just came naturally. Slowly swinging his hips, grinding on his tender little butt-kisser, getting rimmed and worshipped the entire time he claimed his prey only made it all the more luxurious. The timer counted down nearby. Guy didn't have to look at it to know there were mere seconds left, but time had run out for those two long ago.

The sound of a shutter slamming down symbolically sealed their fate. Now, even if they somehow found a way to escape his grasp, they were still locked in with him. Given the hyena was still actively servicing him all the way down his dick, licking, kissing, nuzzling at the inside of that hungry shaft just as eagerly as he had the bat's balls, they weren't likely to try. Guy drove the hyena deeper and deeper into total intoxication as he worked on slurping over the contours of his girly hips. A little slip of that cute little hyena dick into his own only helped make Kamili wriggle all the more. For as exhausted as that girly boy might have been, he still had the energy to be a good meal.

By the time Guy overtook his prey's hips and ass, and squeezed down his thighs, he felt the hyena cumming again. Kamili reached deep inside himself to offer one more tribute to the predator, painting his way down. One more pre-spitting flourish, one more good, deep flex forced the pretty thing all the way into his nuts. Guy let his balls sag and wobble with the impact of the spotty settling snugly into his sack, jiggling about a while longer until he gave the first aggressive clench down on all those curves. It was time to start kneading, gurgling, and squishing him down to make him the first one out of the games.

That was enough to rouse Obie, just a little. He didn't much know what was going on, nor how much danger he was in. It was hot, it smelled of horny bat, and it sloshed all around him with Guy's slightest movement. The bat rose up, finally freeing the possum from his butt. Obie wasn't liberated for long before Guy turned himself around and settled down on that pretty poss face, smothering him with his bulging nuts, making sure the outline of the hyena was easy to touch from where he thumped and teabagged his other captive.

"Give me a nice nut massage, screamy. Really help him settle in there."

Obie obeyed without a thought to what it really meant. Maybe there was a trace of understanding, even fear in those glazed eyes, but nothing that made him hesitate. Pressing his hands against the hyena let him feel him squirming around in there - and feel when said squirms grew much more intense, even frantic once the walls really started closing in on Kamili. A crushing pull, a deep, squishing hug of nuts around the hyena was the first test of what he could endure. There was a great sound like straining fabric and a steady gurgle all around him that eventually had him pushing out on the walls nearly crushing him with the urge to escape. Such survival instincts kicked in far, far too late for them to matter, if they ever would have.

Guy's gaze remained on Obie the whole time, staring him down as if to eradicate any shred of doubt through sheer willpower. Nothing was going to keep him from getting his balls rubbed while he digested his prey. There were already details smoothing and smearing into the thick mess all around Kamili. He sank in a little with an audible mmmf that just barely managed to rise up over the constant rumble of hunger. Squeezing him into nothing with loud, crunching pumps of his nuts brought Guy so much pleasure. He panted, he groaned, he thrust his hips to fuck the air, and all the while he had those tender fingers helping those solid shapes in his sack break apart under his touches, his loyal admiration.

"Just a little longer. He's not going to last as long as most. Weak little thing. Meant to be snuffed in my nuts, really." Guy smiled his cruellest of smiles down to the possum, who slightly flinched, but remained enthralled.

One more long, deep, grunting squeeze was all it took. The hyena stood up to it for several seconds, still struggling despite barely resembling himself. There was a faintly hyena-like shape that endured through the pressure for a little longer, until it finally collapsed under Obie's palms. The possum kept rubbing. He hadn't been told to stop. He massaged even as Guy's balls swelled out with the creamed contents that used to be that soft, fuckable girly boy. The outline of the cum-drenched skeleton breaking up into individual bones, floating around and bulging in that bloated sack pushed out to be fondled with the rest of the worshipful touches of his balls.

A sloshing, clattering load like that had Guy's nuts pulling up even tighter. He was already leaking in excess. Those bones were coming out whole. Cumming them all over Obie would have been solidly macabre, but Guy knew he could do better than that. His eyes were already lighting up with cruel anticipation. Reaching for that face, he dragged the possum by the braids and put him where he wanted him.

"Come here. You've earned your treat."

That involved pressing that soft muzzle right up against the tip of his cock. For a moment it looked like Obie was about to take the deep, dark slide to get churned up too. Instead, Guy lined him up just right with his pointy mouth wide open, and jammed as much of his cocktip inside that muzzle as he could, just in time. A toss of his head and a gnash of his teeth left him drooling while he pumped that creamed hyena right back up his cock, to shoot him straight down Obie's throat. Poor poss had no choice but to chug down the gallons of cum on offer, not to mention a whole plethora of bones. At least they were soft after stewing in the melty spunk that had claimed Kamili for good. That didn't make them any less disturbing to swallow.

With the horror of the situation slowly rising in Obie's musk-ruined mind, and his belly swelling to the point he could no longer move, straining, stretching, things were rapidly turning dire. He struggled a little in the bat's grasp, but he got nowhere. All he could do was keep swallowing and hope he didn't drown, or choke, or otherwise expire. Everything was getting darker. His body was getting weaker. He didn't know how much longer he could take it, vanishing under the torrent of cum he couldn't swallow, couldn't fit. That concern lasted for just a few moments longer. He was unconscious before Guy even finished cumming in him.

Turning his attention instead to painting the prone possum down until he was all but drowning in bat jizz, Guy finally settled once his balls were done pumping out all that cream. It was a lot for just one hyena, but that mess was the result of just how much fun he had devouring the innocent thing. One prize eliminated, and another to be kept. Reaching down to grasp the prone boy by the ankle, he dragged him off and away, down through a hidden trapdoor only he would have ever spotted, never to be seen again.

Which wasn't to say he devoured him immediately. There was so much more for him to see. Obie awoke in shackles, stretched taut, completely naked. His belly was back to normal, but he hardly felt well. Trapped in the dark chamber below the maze, he soon found he wasn't the only one there. Dozens of other players, from other games, shook and struggled against their bindings, or simply slumped and submitted to their fate. The bat had a whole dungeon full of captives, awaiting their turn for execution, whenever his appetite demanded. The stacks and stacks of bones laid all around the chambers like profane monuments to his murderous gluttony were the evidence that Guy was not easily sated.

From his place in chains, never able to move, or even look away, Obie could only watch as the bat returned to his trophy room now and then to satisfy himself in one way or another. Whether it was to fuck someone to the point of breaking, and leave them there, slopped, shaking, unable to think, or to consume them in all manner of horrible ways, he kept coming back. Sometimes he gave a good, long look towards the possum hanging there, considering him, but he moved on to someone else instead, swallowing them, stuffing them down his cock, or even latching on with his fangs and draining them completely dry, until his belly wobbled with all the blood he claimed from their warm, vibrant bodies.

When Obie grew hungry, he was given cum to swallow. When the stores of captives began to run out, Guy returned with more. Obie was left to wonder just how long he was going to be forced to endure that horror show, dangling there, horrified but too broken to do or say anything about it. He was simply waiting for the day his cruel master chose him, and eventually, that day came. Guy stood before him, observing him with that familiar cruel, fangy smile. He licked his chops and moved in close. There was no need for him to explain what was about to happen, but he did anyway.

"Ah, there you are. It has been some time now, hasn't it? Your hyena friend - whatever his name was - is long gone by now. I would have taken you too, but you just looked so cute hanging here, totally helpless, never knowing when the day would come. Have you enjoyed watching me feast, possum?"

He spoke as if he didn't remember Obie's name, or simply didn't care. Too weak to reply, or even nod, the poss only stared. Guy chuckled.

"No matter. I will be taking everything from you today. Body and soul. You are mine forever. You were ever since I laid eyes on you."

Then came the fangs. Obie didn't flinch much. He was as ready for them as he could have possibly been. Guy latched on tight, digging deep into his throat without striking anything too vital. He made the boi bleed and drank from him with long, indulgent slurps. It was the sound more than the sensation that made Obie shudder the most. The bat gorged himself on his prey, wrapping his wings all around the chained up prize. The scents that surrounded the poss were as pleasant as ever, but his enthrallment wore off long ago. Instead, he was simply numb, almost grateful his gruesome end had finally come.

Or so he thought anyway. When he was at the very cusp of oblivion, when it felt like barely a drop of blood remained in his body, Guy withdrew. He left the weakened possum to slump there, head down to his chest, unable to look up. Cupping his hand under the possum's chin allowed him to look into those dulled violet eyes. He was wearing such a smile, barely holding back just how much his mouth was watering. Obie regarded him with an empty gaze, completely defeated, awaiting the end. What he didn't expect was a kiss from the predator. Of course, it was so much worse than it first seemed.

The soft, warm makeout session left the two of them intertwined. Obie couldn't do much to kiss back. He didn't need to. Gus did all the work, smooching, tonguing, sucking that muzzle while he kept his prey carefully tucked away in leathery wings. Squeezing a little harder, sucking a little deeper, he eventually managed to dislodge something within the possum. It wasn't anything physical. Though he thought he'd long since exhausted his ability to feel fear, there it came again, as fresh as ever when the bat began to wrench the very soul right up where it was anchored within him.

Obie thought that had been a figure of speech. He'd observed those deep, wet kisses the bat had given his other prey, but he'd never fully understood what was going on. All was clear. Dredging up that spiritual energy, that vital essence, then guzzling it down like a beverage left Guy's throat bulging and glowing alike. He swallowed it and began to absorb it, piece by piece, drawing the very life out of the body of his next meal. It was more than just death he was granting. First he turned the possum into a brittle, empty husk, devoid of emotions, devoid of everything he'd been before the bat caught and ruined him. One more good, long slurp sealed that soul away, ready for digestion.

Of course, to properly devour such a precious thing, Guy had to consume everything. He pulled back from that kiss for just long enough to let what was left of Obie's mind witness those jaws gaping before his face. There wasn't much of a reaction. Just a blank expression. That pleased Guy as well. He lunged in, engulfing that whole muzzle in a single wet homph, then took to playfully nibbling down an almost entirely unresponsive face while that soul stewed in the darkness of his gut.

The first wet swallow left those fangs all wrapped around the entirety of the possum's reddened neck. The bat held him there a while, slurping away on his entire head, playing with those braids with his tongue. They remained even after all that had happened, a testament to how good Obie was at tying them, or had been. Then another long, hungry swallow left that soft boy submitting to the whims of the bat's peristalsis. That powerful grip sealed tight around his dulled, soulless features, leaving the poss to faintly murmur while he got eaten alive, but that was all he could muster.

All the screams were already echoing within Guy's gut. That ghostly remnant of who Obie had been struggling for escape, but it couldn't breach the slimy walls around it. He was left to simmer there while his body followed the same path, enduring the same fate. One long, chest-bulging swallow was enough to pluck the boy right out of his chains. Guy dragged him along the floor and slurped him away, drooling all over his back, his hips, his cushy butt. He made sure to show that off to the prisoners who were still sane, just so they could all see what a sexy bottom boi he was devouring right in front of them all.

A curl of his tongue between his prey's thighs, under his nuts, then right between those ample cheeks was perfect for tucking away his meaty prize. He shoved that ass right down his throat and left those legs meekly wiggling. Such motions were far too pathetic to be called a struggle. It was just his empty mind reacting to the sensations of slick, warm flesh engulfing him, dragging him down, transforming him from prisoner to big, sloshing bat belly bulge. Guy tucked his hands under his middle to heft and jostle the swelling shape once he'd completely tucked the possum away with one last long slurp of paws, toes, and tail. Obie's sentence was almost over, but first of course came the process of being digested into part of the mass-feasting bat.

There was nothing particularly special about this piece of meat aside from just how satisfying he was to churn. Guy's gut gave an immediate lurch once his meal settled in, already leaping to aggressively claim him for his own. The trickle of juices and the steady rumble would have been very concerning to a more intact Obie, but he could only faintly twitch once the gurgling really began. The walls squished around his body, the acids began to sizzle away at his fur, ruining him, staining him, eating away at him bit by bit. It was going to hurt, but he had no ability to digest it, not after all that had happened to him.

That soul remained largely intact for the moment, but he could feel it getting tugged at. A memory here, an idea there. The bat was eating away at everything he was and would ever be, and it was every bit as bad as it sounded. His body getting crushed by the digestive contractions was one thing. The steady sizzle of the ghostly poss melting away right along with his mortal flesh made it so much worse. Some part of him managed to scream, which simply made Guy excitedly slap his own gut and take a hand to his huge, prey-churning cock to jerk off to the feeling of inflicting a perma-demise on someone who didn't deserve it in the slightest.

"Don't be afraid, poss boy. You won't be alone. So many have joined my body, and so many more will come after you. I'm going to keep you forever, right where you belong, and you won't have to do a thing."

He took to massaging himself, squeezing inwards on his belly to see how soft the possum was. Obie was melting, breaking up, getting cooked right down to the bone in digestive juices. The agony of his own annihilation was largely lost on him, and his soul was disintegrating enough that he couldn't fully comprehend the scale of what was happening to him anymore either. All that was left was to submit. There was no escape. His body was already ruined, breaking a little more with every wet, sloppy squeeze, and his soul burned away until it was merely a wisp, a fragment of what it had been, casting a fainter and fainter light within the caustic chamber assimilating him.

One more commanding GLUT of his gut crushed the meaty boy to bits, leaving the last light of his soul fading right along with the life that drained from his mortal body. Life and afterlife alike merged into one, digested into nothing more than a void. He was part of the bat, and the rest was simply ceremony. Bones bulged in Guy's middle, clacking around with every rub, every squeeze and heft he gave his gut. An inelegant belch gave even the vicious bat pause. He grinned to himself after that powerful gust blasted out of him right along with a handful of those polished bones. They crashed down to the floor below the very spot where the possum had been chained only minutes ago.

That was a fitting enough tombstone. The bat turned away, carrying the rest with them, clinking with his steps. In time, those too would end up digested, and he wasn't even going to look any thicker when he was done. Hornier and more productive, perhaps. He'd rub one out in Obie's name before it was entirely forgotten, later. For now, he strolled past his prisoners, rubbing at his middle, fleeing the last evidence his meal had ever existed fading away with every single satisfied glurrrrrrn radiating up from within the deadly chamber. He had to remember to give his thanks to the gamemaster for organizing such a delightful event, and giving him such a perfect hunting ground to expand his toy collection.

Chapter II

The shutter slammed shut over the door when Bandel had fully stepped through it. He was the last one. Scanning over the group, he quickly counted two of them missing. The hyena and the poss boy didn't make it. He wasn't about to just leave someone behind, much less two someones. Looking to the group, he made a plea for help, since he was too small to do it himself.

"Wait. That's not all of us. We should try to get it open!"

"Hold on," Kijana said, stepping forth.

The shutter was a heavy one. Just lifting it would have been a feat of strength, but it was also locked in place by some hidden mechanism. Not even that huge hyena's bulging muscles were enough to break it open. Before she could exert herself for much longer, the voice came on over the speaker again. This time there was a visual accompaniment, flickering on an old square TV set mounted on the wall near the ceiling.

"There is no going back," the androgynous figure said through a stylized gas mask. Their raised hood obscured their features, and the grainy video painted no picture of their surroundings. They went on in that grimly theatrical tone. "Welcome to round two, survivors. If you're hearing this, you're the lucky ones who managed to avoid the traps in the last room. This time you'll need much more than luck and attention to detail."

There was a rumble beneath their feet that had some of them reaching for the walls. At the same time, at least half a dozen doors opened up all around them. There were so many ways to go. A further explanation didn't make things much clearer.

"The beasts are loose. Most swiftly, but move quietly. I'm sure they're hungry by now. I would not advise travelling in big groups. They'll be listening for you."

The cat twins looked at each other, then just took off down one of the passages without a further word. They didn't need to explain themselves. Two cats probably had the best chance of sneaking past whatever it was that awaited them. Other groups remained together as well. It had worked for Kijana and Alli. Shoa and Anna as well. As for Kara, she turned to look down at the inexplicably shrunken drake, and just offered him a shrug.

"Sorry buddy. Think I'm going to do this one alone. You probably stand a much better chance without my clapping ass giving you away."

She chuckled, and so did Bandel, though he found himself gritting his teeth. He wasn't especially looking forward to facing the unknown horrors ahead all alone. With Kara's departure, there remained only a single path. He wondered what would happen if he just remained exactly where he was. Had the sinister gamemaster planned for someone who refused to play their twisted game? Probably. He pushed that thought aside and took to creeping forth, as silently as possible.

Emerging from the first hall into a much bigger, more open area with ceilings too high for him to have reached even if he was his regular size, he felt a sense of rising dread. Whatever was loose, it was big. He scanned around the area. It looked something like a factory floor, with some conveyor belts and other abandoned machinery scattered about. Was that where they were? If so, it was like a second structure had been built within the first. He didn't have time to think about that. One thing that stood out was the presence of several other objects that clearly hadn't been there to begin with, looking much less worn than the surroundings.

A set of free-standing lockers got him curious. It looked like something that had been stolen directly from a high school or the like. At his diminished size, he was pretty sure he could easily fit inside. He confirmed that out of curiosity, but it turned out to be some seriously fortunate timing. Not five seconds after he got the door shut and was standing up on his toes to peer through the vent, he saw something stalk by. He didn't hear a thing. The raptoress moved in utter silence, crouched low, long tail swaying excitedly behind her as she hunted for her prey. She didn't look like a beast, but her size compared to Bandel's current own told him she was a threat nonetheless.

She stopped in the same room he was in to sniff the air. That was when he got a better look at her. Standing fully naked, curves and ample thighs on full display, cutesy blonde hair draped around her features, she swayed her tail all the more quickly. Her broadening grin and a flick of a curiously forked tongue made it seem likely she already knew he was there. Yet instead of hunting him down and dragging him out of the locker, she turned her tail and departed. Bandel did his best to listen, biting his lip, trying not to move or breathe, but that didn't help him hear her. She made no noise whatsoever, coming or going. For all he knew, she could have been waiting right outside of his hiding place to pounce him.

There was one thing he definitely heard. Something else was there. He could hear it stomping. Then he could feel it. The locker rattled like it was about to collapse around him and leave him completely exposed to the sinister green gaze of the tyrannosaurus who ducked her head through a doorway tall enough to fit a truck. She was just that big - much larger than Bandel even if he hadn't been shrunk down to bite size. He gazed over her muscular, emerald body from where he admittedly trembled slightly. She was an absolute tank of a woman, fit and visibly strong. When she sniffed at the air he hoped she didn't have a nose for the scent of fear. Or arousal, admittedly.

He saw her shrug. Either she didn't detect him or she didn't care enough to look closer. There were plenty of other morsels sneaking through the maze with him. He just hoped they were all okay. Only when the rex had stomped off and her room-shaking steps had faded far into the distance did he finally come out. Of course he was scared. They started from huge and only got bigger from there, especially compared to him. Yet that wasn't the only reason his heart was pounding. Thinking about getting caught by either one of those huntresses was giving him a fluttery feeling that had him feeling a little less comfortable in his pants with every step.

One deep breath, and off he went, swivelling his head back and forth to scan for any sort of movement. Any one of those shadows could have held a crouching raptor. And he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to outrun the giant rex if she happened to spot him. The expansive hallways ahead gave him plenty of options. He was just going to have to pick one, and hope luck was on his side to help him evade those saurian beauties - even if he found himself idly pondering how good their scales looked gleaming in the low light. Maybe getting caught by either of the dinosaur ladies wasn't nearly as bad as he feared.

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What was the rule of mazes again? Keep right? Or maybe that was left. He couldn't remember, so he just picked a direction and hoped for the best. It didn't break off for some time, but he did pass by several more possible hiding spots along the way. Another locker, a table with enough space to hide beneath, even an alcove in the wall. How effective they would have been, he didn't know, but everything was quiet so far. He made sure to look behind him every now and then to keep the raptor from sneaking up on him. All clear. Yet after his long trek without anywhere to turn off, he eventually turned a corner and hit a dead end, rendering all that time wasted. It got worse when he heard the distant footsteps.

She rumbled, too. He heard the growl approaching right along with the thunder of that massive woman moving towards him. It sounded like a hungry growl to him - or maybe just angry. It was hard to say for sure when the rumbles were that powerful. Eventually, he felt them. The floor beneath him was shaking, and so too were his bones, caught up in the voice of the tyrannosaurus. There was nowhere to hide anymore. The seconds ticked by, and he watched that corner, expecting to see her at any moment. The best he could do was pressing back against the wall behind him and holding very still. Maybe it was true that a rex like her couldn't see him if he wasn't moving.

He saw her emerald head turn the corner, and then the rest of her. She walked casually, not putting any particular effort into stalking about. It was easy when her prey was considerate enough to isolate himself where he had no escape. Maybe he could have dashed between her legs before she was ready. Instead, he found himself staring over her naked body, with all her scales shining so elegantly, her many muscles pulled so taut like she was a living statue of an ancient beauty. She stared right back, seemingly directly at him, and finally snorted.

"That doesn't work. I can see you. Come on."

Bandel didn't move yet. Maybe it was a trick. Her stare was piercing, and her expression was imposing - if faintly amused. Looking back, he finally took a breath and nodded sheepishly.

"... it was worth a try."

"I would have heard your heart pounding anyway. And smelled your fear." She got just a little closer, lowering her head towards him so he could feel the warmth of her breath bathing him from above. "You are pretty damn scared, aren't you? Something else too."

Her eyes worked down his body until she was fixated on his bulge. It was impossible to hide it from her. Just having her breathe on him alone was getting him so hard he could hardly stand it. He awaited her judgement. Whatever she decided, he was probably going to like it. When her first response was so slowly, subtly - or at least subtle for her, it was plenty obvious to him - lick her chops right in front of him, he only got stiffer. This time he earned a chuckle from her.

"Thought so. Something tells me you're gonna freak right out if I do this."

She spoke casually, but the big reveal was no less tremendous. She crouched down and began to open up wide right in front of his face, jaws stretching wide, wider, revealing the full depths of her glisten maw. The black flesh and tongue within only made her teeth gleam all the more impressively. He was enraptured in an instant, basking in her breath, overtaken by the vastness of her presence. Maybe this was precisely the reason for him waking up at half his usual height. It meant he was the perfect size to appreciate that wet rex mouth all the more intimately, if she would let him.

Closing her jaws again produced a click that made him jump back. It was only then that he realized she'd been drawing him in as if by hypnosis. He hadn't even noticed his own feet moving to bring himself closer, as if to hop right into her jaws. If it wouldn't have been excessive, he would have pulled his cock out and milked out a load of cum right that moment, right in front of her. Instead, he managed a timid introduction.

"I'm sorry if this is very forward, but you have such an amazing mouth. I'm, uh, I'm Bandel by the way. If it matters."

"Mouth lover. Good. I like those." Then she leaned in closer, letting her voice fall to an even deeper register. "Clothes off. Now."

When she saw him leaping to obey, she grinned. Those teeth all interlocked like that was sexy too. Peeling himself from the outfit he didn't recognize, he soon found himself rewarded for his swift obedience.

"Kazgoran."

It was just one word that took him a second to figure out. He didn't immediately realize she'd told him her name. That was like a gift itself. She clearly liked him enough to introduce herself. He smiled up at Kaz and offered his hand as if he was somehow going to shake her own once he was fully naked. Instead, she reached forth to wrap her thick fingers around his entire shrunken body at once. He gave a little cry that was almost a moan and felt himself helpless to keep from throbbing against her scaled palm. She stood to her full height and held him directly in front of her face before long, puffing wave after wave of hot rex breath over his newly naked body. He could barely hold back.

"Mouth needs a massage. Do a good job and I'll go easy on you," she said, words rumbling through his bones.

Whether it meant she was going to let him go or she was going to eat him more gently than she otherwise might, that remained to be seen. Bandel could only rapidly nod in total agreement. He watched her with trembling anticipation, very little of it fear, as she rolled her tongue out like a carpet. Such an enticing invitation was one he couldn't resist taking. At the first opportunity, he sprawled himself across her tongue to completely blanket her tastebuds in his naked body. Feeling the little twitch beneath him that came with her first tasting him was probably a good sign, in one way or another.

Though he remained achingly stiff, he wasn't about to be selfish. That jade giant needed her entire maw worshipped, and he was going to do his best. When she drew him in, framing him with his waist between her lips, his cock pressing into the middle groove of her tongue, he got to work. There was so much to touch. His first exploration was a curious one, simply taking in the textures and the warmth all around him. Stroking along the inside of her cheeks, then the contours of her tongue eventually led him to her teeth. To make sure he didn't hurt himself, he reached down to her gums to stroke his way up from there, carefully admiring the curve of each tremendous fang. She could have snipped him in half with little more than a thought, but instead she kept him right where he was, gently cradled, faintly sucking on his bare form.

When he felt her tongue curl between his thighs, he almost lost his focus completely. It was only a small nudge, inching him deeper, but he moaned when he felt it. That resulted in a snort from the rex. She kept sliding him in, little by little, letting him grind deeply into her tongue until he was utterly spurting on it, right on the edge. Soaking up the flavour of his lust and the rest of him alike was making her drool. She wasn't just salivating, she was outright overflowing with how slobbery she was getting with the half-size drake nestled right where he needed to be inside her mouth.

It was too much to bear. Her tongue felt so good sliding back and forth under his cock that he knew he couldn't last a moment longer. Before he blew his load too soon, he flipped himself over to stare up at the dark roof of her mouth. That meant getting rained down upon by all the rex spit he was helping her work up just by being there. He was basted, thoroughly soaked, and gasping with pleasure. Another few watery spurts over his belly came with him coming down from the edge of climax, just in time. He took a deep breath of the humid yet odd sweet air around him - sort of like a cup of strong tea - and reached up to begin massaging the dark flesh above him.

Kneading into the wet surface with all the strength he could muster was its own kind of satisfying. That was made even better by the occasional huff or grunt coming from the dinosaur. She slowly settled with just a pair of paws sticking out of her great, dripping jaws, leaning up against a wall while she played with him. When he focused on one spot for too long, she brushed her tongue against him to nudge him to one side of her mouth, then the other. At times, he found himself aware that he was right between her prime chewing teeth, but she didn't give him more than a nibble, a little skim with those pointy tips before she went back to sucking on him like a piece of hard candy.

Bandel felt as if he was slowly dissolving like one, too. He was still entirely intact, but he found himself relaxing into her embrace, completely submitting to her every whim. She pushed him around, squished him into her cheeks with her tongue, and eventually placed him right against the roof of her mouth, facedown on the same black slurper that had been teasing him the whole time. He could barely move. She did all the grinding for him, slicking back and forth under his shaft, letting him nestle his cock right into the middle. Her breath got hotter and more blew over him more frequently the more worked up she got. Even hearing that, he was convinced she couldn't have been enjoying it as much as he was. No one could.

Fully engulfed in the rex's cavernous mouth, feeling her teeth nipping at his toes, her drool soaking him right down to the core, her tongue sliding back and forth beneath him, he was ready to offer her his greatest tribute. His balls were taut, his body was tense, his breathing was shallow and rapid. He even felt his eyes rolling back when the pleasure hit him right down to his bones. Entirely overtaken in a climax that had him moaning straight into her looming throat, listening to his own voice echoing, Bandel came so hard on his tongue it jolted through his entire body, recoiling with the force of one very worked up drake draining his nuts to the very bottom.

The way he felt her mouth rippling around her, and her tongue squishing him against the more solid wall above, he half expected to come down from his high and realized he'd been crushed in the throes of ecstasy. Instead, he was just hot. Sweltering, really, but he didn't mind much when it meant riding out wave after wave of glowing aftermath resting right there atop her tongue. Only when he'd managed to mostly catch his breath and come back down to reality did she start to slowly slide him back out, threading him between a pair of lips that kneaded over every inch of his exhausted body along the way.

When he was fully out and could look up at her from between her fingers, he found himself treated to the show of the rex gathering up some of those juices - some of them his, most of them just spit - and pouring herself into a deep, elegant gulp. She swallowed hard and loud right in front of him, letting him watch and listen to her throat at work. When she was done, she puffed out a sigh that sounded almost dreamy. Bandel wondered if she was exaggerating for his sake, or if she really had enjoyed drinking his cum, however modest a load it might have been for someone of her size.

It was probably a good sign that she didn't swallow him right away. That would have been the perfect opportunity, while he was all vulnerable like that. Not that any moment was bad. She had him whenever she wanted him. Instead, she let him slop out into her clutches, gripping him in a single hand while she sat enjoying herself. It was only when his vision fully cleared that he noticed she was using the other hand to play with herself. That was an idle thing, stroking a single digit across her gleamingly sleek folds, but it told him what a good job he was doing. Maybe it was time for his reward.

That soon came without a single word of introduction when she loosened her grip on him and took to licking him all over. It wasn't quite so overwhelming as being in her mouth, but still thoroughly stimulating. She could really slurp, and she was holding nothing back. Long, forceful drags of her tongue pressed him back against her palm hard enough he could feel indents of her scales lingering on his back afterwards. She slopped him up from his toes, all the way to his face, then down again to repeat it all. There wasn't even any room for her drool to cling to him anymore. It splashed off of him and poured to the floor, and she just kept producing it for as long as he kept being delicious.

Eventually, she rumbled, pulling back and smacking her lips together with satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. He stared into them, feeling her speak as much as hearing her.

"You did great. Just so you know. Still going to eat you because you're fucking tasty, but at least you have that. Wear it with pride. I'd say sorry, but I'm really not. You don't even look like you're gonna mind anyway."

Bandel opened his mouth to reply. He wasn't sure why. There was absolutely nothing he could have said in that situation to dissuade her from devouring him. Maybe he could have taken the opportunity to instead lavish praise upon her, and how good her mouth felt wrapped around his entire body, but that much was evident already by all the cum he'd given her to swallow down. He was still thinking about that gulp. Even if it was just a few trickles for someone like her, she put such effort into pulling his spunk down her throat. Imagining his entire body bugling down her light-scaled gullet was making him hard again, just in time for her to tighten her hold on him.

He felt for a moment like he was being crushed. There was such strength even in her individual digits, as if she worked those out as much as the rest of her. There was control, as well. She kept from hurting him, but he certainly wasn't going to get away. Up he went once more, this time at an arm's length, so he could bear witness to her spreading her jaws open beneath him. The glistening black flesh, the sauna-like air washing over him, the beckoning curl of her dark tongue drawing his attention to the pulsating gullet kneading at nothing in particular in the depths of her maw, it all made it impossible to hold still. To an outside onlooker, it might have looked like he was being nothing more than squirmy prey, but he knew better than that. Kaz probably did too.

Holding him a little more loosely, and then looser still, until he was merely dangling between two of her fingers, she brought him closer. The slightest slip would have sent him plummeting straight to the back of her throat. He squirmed anyway. His fate was going to be the same anyway, and he was throbbing so hard he couldn't help but kick at the air, and faintly flail about as her jaws loomed nearer and nearer. Just before he slipped between her teeth, she clicked them wetly shut in front of him, just to feel him flinch in her uncaring grasp. When he confirmed that he was still whole, he had to admit that turned him on too, especially watching the grin that spread over her face afterwards.

More than amusement though, there was hunger burning in those eyes. She wanted him, not just any morsel. Her gaze was fixed on the drake between her fingers, until she opened up again and simply let him go. It was a short fall that barely warranted a scream from him. The most she got was a gasp until he was struck silent by the plap of his body hitting her tongue. In an instant, she dragged him inside, forcing him against the roof of her mouth once more to secure him for another clack of her jaws. This time, he was on the other side of those great white teeth, sealed in the drooling prison to be sucked and slobbered on like the tasty little drake candy he was.

Bandel still didn't fully know why he'd been shrunken down to size. Maybe the games had been all rigged from the start, and this was precisely where and how he was supposed to lose. If that was the case, whoever orchestrated it was right. He belonged there, slipping from one side of Kazgoran's mouth to the other, sloshing in her spit, getting drooled over. She ravished him with something like kisses, dragging his flavour over every single inch of her maw. Only then did she point him towards the back of her throat. He felt that shift in momentum, felt gravity start to take hold of him, and heard the constant ulllp of her dragging down all that excess saliva in advance of swallowing him whole.

An extended schliiiiick of him slowly sliding over the very back of her tongue and into her gullet's embrace was swiftly interrupted by the first pulse of peristalsis. It silenced him and rendered his entire body as stiff as his dick when it seized upon his body. If he thought he was going to ease down her throat inch by inch, he had sorely underestimated her appetite. All it took was one quick toss of her head, and a deep, overpowering_squeeze_ of the gulping muscles wrapped around his upper half, and he was gone.

Yet even in the rush of consumption, he still got to experience those distinct moments where he went from prey to food. He knew he was making for such a nice bulge beneath her scales as he slid down her neck. Eventually he all but vanished behind her bust, and didn't make much of an impact on her middle either. The slide into darkness was a long one but he travelled it in all but freefall. Hitting the bottom of an especially hot chamber, tucked behind a pair of scaled abs that could have crushed him with ease if she simply flexed in a little too hard, he happily curled up to accept his new temporary home.

The shrunken drake was just a snack for someone like her, but she gave him a nice belch when he settled, as if to compliment him. A few pats on her belly that sent him sloshing around in the rising juices kept him from simply slumping down and succumbing to the heat around him. It was alarming, and yet relaxing, all at the same time. If nothing else, it kept him squirming, without really thinking about it. His mind was blank when sensation reigned supreme, at least until spoke. He could feel her voice rumbling through, amplified and muffled alike, but still clear enough.

"Oh, yeah," she said, less like a moan and more like she was remembering something. "Do that. Squirm around in there while you still can. I'm playing for keeps, but you're still going to be good for me anyway."

She wasn't asking. He had no choice and no will otherwise but to obey her command. Bandel was going to be the best wriggly prey for the dinosaur, no matter how hot it was in there no matter how aggressive the churns got. Any hope of her coughing him up and telling him it was all just for fun was long gone. He had mostly expected that. Ever since he got cornered by the giant rex woman, he knew he was going to be adding to her body, to pad out the places where she was curvy and help reinforce her where she was sturdy. The thought filled his chest with a tight feeling as much as it made his heart race, and somewhere in the juices gurgling and roiling around him, it made him throb too. He was going to be hers.

Kazgoran continued lazily pleasuring herself while she claimed Bandel. The other contestants were busy sneaking through the maze without her threatening them, but she didn't show any sign of caring. Maybe Sara would secure one of them, or maybe that raptoress was too playful to actually eat anyone. She'd already made up her mind. The drake belonged to her, and every noisy gurgle beneath her jade scales brought him closer to that reality. Bandel slowly faded, feeling more sleepy than anything too distressing, sinking into the depths that hugged him, kneaded him, soaked him, all while he was completely surrounded by the sound of aggressive gurgling and squelching like a particularly squishy lullaby.

It was already cramped in there, and it only got tighter. He could feel her strength even there, pushing in on him whenever she flexed. She probably could have crushed him if she pulled her stomach muscles tight enough. Instead, was content to help him along, to tenderize him with those harshly kneading walls. It all seemed to accelerate the process of softening him, squishing him into a smoother, smaller form that resembled him a little less each moment he spent digesting inside of her. A goopy semblance of a drake was all Bandel was, and he was even less himself with every squeeze.

There was more than just the pressure, too. The constant bubbling of that hungry cauldron kept him slushing and slopping down into himself, smearing around the edges, holding little more than a faint silhouette of his former self. The gurgles weakened him and smoothed over his features, then there came another flex that threatened to undo him entirely. His details were washing away, sinking into the walls around him, draining down the bottom of Kazgoran's gut. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The digestion was already well past irreversible. Yet he still held together as best he could just to enjoy the intensity of the rex's fiercely growling belly digesting him whole for as long as he could still feel.

Hands, feet, tail. Then deeper still. He could feel the juices coursing right through him before it was over. He was all but hollow, somehow alive, but barely feeling anything. Nothing responded when he tried to move. All he could do was sink down and feel everything about him being washed away, ready to fit between the walls of her stomach and be squished into nothing more than liquid drake. She was already absorbing him, already adding him to her body. When he was little more than a small, gooey weight in her gut, he let total darkness, total relaxation overtake his senses. All it was going to take was a few more good churns to completely assimilate every last trace of him.

At least he'd made it through round one. Being the third one to be eliminated wasn't bad at half his usual size. His only regret was he wasn't going to get to dwell on the feeling of being inside of her for much longer, but that wasn't going to matter when he was fully part of her. Game over for the delicious drake, and another meal packed onto her massive, muscular body for Kazgoran. Bandel hardly felt like he'd lost by the time he closed his eyes for good to finish simmering down to something better suited to sustain the great green goddess of a tyrannosaurus rex.

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Bandel couldn't shake the feeling of being watched when he emerged from his hiding spot. He all but spun in circles while he walked, and yet he couldn't see anyone sneaking up on him. Holding his breath and listening as hard as he could didn't do him much good, either. He eventually heard the very distant footsteps of the rex - slow at first, then speeding up rapidly and fading as they moved away. She was onto someone. He wished them the best. Maybe it was safe to move ahead if at least one of the dinosaurs was occupied.

The walls of the maze were far too high to climb out. He paced past several obvious hiding places, but nothing sprang out at him even as he tiptoed along in front of those conspicuously placed lockers, along with some beds, tables, and other things he might have hidden beneath or behind if something was looking for him. The maze was silent. A left turn, a right turn, and he continued on, feeling faintly disappointed. Maybe he shouldn't have hidden so well. He was going to be left wondering what would have happened if one of them -

Toppling, then tumbling along the hard floor, clutched close to a smooth-skinned, naked body, Bandel found himself pounced to the ground by the lunging raptoress before even his sixth sense detected her crouching behind him. All it took was one lapse of his attention, and she had him. She rolled with him, flipping over and over with the momentum of her pounce, until he was finally on his back with a grinning dino atop him. Her smile was bright, even as it showed off two extra long fangs among her other assuredly deadly teeth.

"Gotcha! Hi!"

Bandel looked up at her, watching her excitedly wiggling, curving her tail back and forth, bouncing a little. She looked so proud of her catch. Only then did it occur to him how hard she'd taken him down, but he didn't feel any pain. Despite the force of her attack, she'd cradled him just right to keep him from feeling sore in the aftermath. His eyes strayed. She was completely naked after all, gleaming under the buzzing lights above, with a reptilian hide much smoother than he was used to touching. With her towering over his shrunken frame like that, she had him easily pinned, and she made use of that position to slowly sway her breasts in front of him.

"I'm Sara. How about you? Welcome to the games by the way!"

The drake blinked, but soon relented. He couldn't resist the raptor's girly exuberance.

"I'm Bandel."

"Works for me! Soooooo." She flicked her forked tongue at him and leaned in a little closer. Her breath smelled like bubblegum. "The rules say I get to do anything I want with you."

Her added hiss made him feel the words as much as hear them. She still sounded sweet and cute even when she was trying to sound dangerous, though.

"Oh?" His eyes strayed again. Her style of speaking was so animated her bust never really stopped bouncing in front of his face.

"Yeah!" Sara nodded, then just looked him right in the eyes. "Any suggestions? I bet you have some good ones."

Letting his gaze stray away from her intense stare and instead taking in the heft of her thighs gave away his game. He couldn't stay soft through sheer willpower for any longer. Bulging right below where she was sitting, he ended up prodding her in the butt with his stiffening cock. Sara giggled when she felt it.

"I thought so! Let's get those pants off you! I've been so horny stalking around in here, you wouldn't even believe it."

A sudden lunge on her part left Bandel with his chin resting atop her bosom, and her sweet breath pouring over him from above. She lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Kinda hungry too. But I always am, really. Especially for cute boys like you. We'll worry about that later."

Just like that, she straightened up and made a grab for his waist.

"Anyway! Let's get these pants off of you!"

He didn't have to do a thing to help her. The work of her nimble fingers had her dragging him out of his bottoms in moments. She stole his top too, yanking it over his head, leaving his fluff all mussed and his cock on full display. A flick of her tongue at the air, and she smiled deviously, dipping her head down with snakelike speed to lunge at his dick. He flinched at first. She was a raptor after all, going straight for his more vulnerable spot, but it was only to give him a few quick sampling licks. They were merely small tastes of his trembling spire, but he quivered all the same for him, even faintly murmured her name.

"Sara ..."

"Oh? What's up? Want me to stop?" She looked up from where she was nestled between his thighs. "You're really tasty. I'd suck you stupid right now, but like I said. So horny. I'm gonna do my best to go easy on you though, don't worry! Won't shatter your hips!"

He wanted to explain he was just enjoying himself, but he didn't get a chance. Another pounce, and she was all over him once more, completely pinning him. She seemed to do a lot of things by pouncing. Rubbing her whole body against his own let him really get a sense for the unique texture of her skin. He found himself grinding against her belly while she smothered him with her juicy tits. Squeezing them from both sides let her really squish his face with them. She giggled at the sound he made, a mix of gasp and groan alike. When she tired of that, she straightened up and took to pulling him closer to her so she could wrap her thighs around his waist.

Her grip was utterly unbreakable. He soon discovered that the extra thick legs of the bottom-heavy raptoress were mostly muscle. She squeezed him closer and held him there, seated in a lover's embrace of sorts. One that left him in prime position to suck on one of her tits. That just came naturally to him. They were right there in his face, and he got such a happy-sounding scree from her in response, followed by an extended hiss. She kept him squeezed between her thighs until he couldn't quite feel his anymore, but none of that mattered when her grip brought him closer and closer to her glossy sex, slipping and sliding against his cock with every roll of her powerful hips.

"Mmmm ... Bandel ... " she huffed at first, only to perk up. "That was it, right?"

"Mmhmm. Sara ..."

"Hee. I like it when you say my name. You're so small and handsome, of course I had to start sneaking after you when I saw you! Lots of other tasty options, but you're the best!"

She beamed for a moment, only to give a little groan.

"Anyway, don't let me blather on. We have a lot of fucking to do."

It was almost too explicit a word to come from such a sweet mouth. That just made it hit all the harder. Especially since she synced it up with a deft motion to slide down on his cock, all at once. She engulfed it with a pussy that easily took him all the way inside, only to tighten up around his very last inch hard enough to clamp him in place. He cried out against the dark nip he'd been sucking and nibbling on, instead burying his face in her cleavage to ride out his groans. She didn't let up on him. Soon atop him again, with the hugging belt of her legs wrapping around and beneath him, she worked her athletic body into plunging him inside of her as hard as she could, cushioning each blow with her thighs around his butt.

Bandel found himself in a back-arching position of absolute pleasure, being utterly taken by the raptoress atop him. She launched into a full-speed attack, bouncing on him, lunging forth to bury him balls deep in squeezy, soaking raptor pussy at full speed every time. He didn't have to do a thing but be a hard, willing participant in some increasingly sloppy dino breeding. Or he assumed he was breeding with her anyway. She was flooded with desire, slick sex loudly slurping every time she came down on him, then slurping when she pulled back to do it again. The plap of his balls against her rising and falling butt got wetter every time the more she overflowed, pouring her juices all over him, marking him with a horny scent just as sweet as the rest of her, as if she was part candy as well as part snake.

As much as the drake may have wanted to endure and pleasure her all night - or day, it was impossible to tell what time it actually was in that maze - he wasn't a superhero. It would have taken legendary stamina to resist the siren song of those slick, squeezing walls hugging all around his cock, kneading every single inch. When she could get that tight on him, being shrunken down didn't matter. He was enough for her, and she was enough for him. It got even better when he felt those inner quivers grow much more rapid, trembling around him as she built to a hissy moan, a raptor screech, even a snarl as she contracted hard enough to silence his own groans and treated him the sensation of her squirting on him.

Her noises were a mix of scary, sexy, and a little silly. Such curious dinosaur sounds escaped her mouth when he made her cum. A buck of his hips and he completely lost himself in her. His own cries could hardly compare to hers, especially when he was so small, but he still managed to give her a good, hard grunt rather than the whimper that almost escaped. Tensing all over, clinging to her hips, staring into her jaws as she panted for him, he finally came. She tilted her head this way and that, just to watch his o-face from every angle, casting such a sexy raptor glare over him that he just kept cumming. Everything he had to give, he drained deep inside the bare sex of the raptoress who'd pounced him.

Sara remained right where she was, squeezing until he finally stopped spurting. A lift of her tail just to smack it down to the floor happily came with her wiggling on his semi-firm shaft. He never softened all the way. Her warmth was just too pleasant to resist. As was her excited giggle.

"I want more! If you think you can keep going I really really wanna."

He huffed, but he nodded his head. "I'll do my best. You are ... a lot to keep up with."

"Hee, I know! I bet I feel amaaaazing though, right?

"You really do. Just give me a second ..."

He concentrated on the warmth, on the lighter, idle squeeze of her sex around his cock. Sara couldn't wait. He gave a gasp when he saw her coming in with a flash of fangs. There was nothing he could do to stop her from nipping him on the neck with those two extra prominent teeth. The drake rubbed his neck where he could feel a tiny wound. The sensation of something flowing through his veins was concerning.

"Oop! Didn't feel that, right? I normally ask first, sorry, I just ... this place! It gets me all worked up! Anyway, that should help."

The results were almost immediate. Bandel was already hard, but the venom coursing through his body ignited all his senses and sent him into overdrive, He was harder than ever before. Every touch, every sensation was so much better, as if he'd never truly appreciated them. The texture of her skin, her scent, her wet walls hugging his shaft. He took a moment just to shudder, lower lip quivering with his newfound arousal.

"Ohhh, fuck, that feels so good. I'm not going to drop dead any second, am I?"

"Nope! I know how to envenom responsibly!"

"Then let's - oh."

Bandel stopped. They both heard it. The first stomp, then the second. Someone was getting closer. Sara glanced over her shoulder, but didn't seem especially concerned by the approach of a t-rex bigger than even her. The drake might have been worried if not for the venom inside him. It flowed through him, agitating his need, his lust for her until it was all but unbearable to just rest there inside of him. He could think of nothing but fucking that raptoress as hard as he could. With her briefly distracted, he made his move, leaping up from where he was sprawled to push against her trim belly and try to topple her over.

It might have even worked if he was at his full size. Instead, it came across as some meek flailing. He looked up at her, embarrassed by his own ineffectiveness. Her smile was very forgiving.

"Oh! You wanna be on top? That sounds cute! Here!"

She never released him from the prison of her thighs, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. Instead, she just flopped over, dragging him right with her. He found himself mounted over the ample raptoress, snugly nestled between her legs, still balls-deep inside of her. His cock ached every moment he wasn't thrusting. Though he knew they were going to have company soon, he couldn't hold anything back. Humping, grinding, bucking hard into that sweet, slick raptor cunt and watching the resulting jiggle passing through the happy dino's curves was everything he'd ever needed. He wasn't about to let his size keep him from satisfying and enjoying her.

The only thing that could distract him from his absolute focus on her was the intensifying stomp. The rex had arrived. Sara was huffing, moaning for Bandel, sometimes almost sounding like she was exaggerating a little, but the drake didn't mind. She glanced over, mid-moan, and offered a little wave while her tits bounced up with the shrunken drake's forceful thrusts.

"Hi Kaz! Found a fun one! You wanna share?"

Just hearing that threw Bandel off his rhythm. He didn't stop, but he glanced back mid-thrusting to look over the naked rex towering over them both. While he was distracted, Sara took him by the hips, slowly standing up with him. She could easily support his entire weight, even standing one a single leg. The other, she kept raised to help him stay good and deep inside her, humping almost mindlessly. He wasn't going to stop, no matter what said sharing might have involved.

"Mm. Generous of you," Kazgoran grunted, stepping even closer. Bandel felt her every movement reflected upon the walls all around them. "Might get a little greedy if I get going."

"That's okay, I can always find another!"

The drake glanced up at Sara, then back at Kaz. He felt a bit like a piece of meat that was getting auctioned off, but any further thoughts on the matter were fully blocked out by the feeling of a pussy wrapped around his dick. Fucking the raptoress overrode all fear, even with the rex looming. He caught the scent of her arousal mingling with Sara's own - then overpowering it when she lowered herself down, and overtook his entire head with the hungering clench of her pussy slipping over him.

There was no hesitation on her part. She lined up, squatted down, and engulfed the drake in dino cunt in a single motion. He was up to his chest in the smooth, hot confines that hugged all around him, kneading, squishing, drawing some of the breath out of him. Gasping to refill his lungs only got him more intensely caught up in rex lust, swimming in the head-spinning aroma that surrounded him. He was drenched in her juices in a moment, and they were only squished deeper into him when she tightened up with a deep groan of pleasure. Echoing through her body as it did from his perspective made it sound more like a roar.

"Heehee, he's still going, even now!" Sara's voice was muffled, but he still heard her giggling in delight.

It was true. He never stopped. His hips moved as if possessed, working to mate and perhaps to even breed Sara as he fucked the cum right back out of her in anticipation of giving her even more. Soon he found himself pleasuring two dinosaurs at once when Kaz began to ride him. The position would have been a difficult one for someone less powerful than her to maintain, but she had total control over her massive body. Using Bandel her own personal squirming, gasping sex toy right down to his waist, she left his hips free to pump and hump at Sara. The raptoress helped him along, rolling her lower half to smack into his thrusts a little harder, but it was mostly him.

He heard voices again. This time it was harder to tell what was being said. Kazgoran mostly just sounded like a rumble to him, like the build towards a volcano, without the eruption. He was so deeply immersed in her fine scent, doused in rex sex that he felt his body tingling. It was the finest form of intoxication. That and the venom coursing through his veins left him lost in the haze, still thrusting, still pleasuring the raptor until she gave that trilling cry, shuddering and clenching on him. The spill of warmth over his cock made him cum for her all over again, instantly recharged and ready to fill her for as long as she kept him inside of her.

That was where he remained, unloading into her silken folds until he finally slopped out with a particularly firm squeeze from Kaz. Sara slipped back a little, but it was mostly the insistent clench of dino cunt around his entire upper body that stole him out of her. He was little more than a pair of legs sticking out between the rex's own before long, but Sara made the most of it. She licked him clean and sucked his cock a little, helping him contend with just how stiff he still was until that too got swallowed up into the jade pussy devouring him. Kaz wasn't content with just a toy. She wanted a meal.

One more good, deep swallow was all it took to make him vanish into the rippling walls that embraced him. He disappeared from the outside world with a lash of his drenched tail and a twitch of his toes. Sara followed him to a point, not inside, but just until she had her face between the rex's legs. She stayed there even when Kaz lumbered over, taking a heavy seat with a drake tucked away fully in her womb, and a raptoress eating her out.

Everything felt a little underwater where he ended up. He was submerged in her juices, his nose and ears clogged with sheer horny rex. Her womb flexed and contracted around him with every single quiver of pleasure that came over her. Which were frequent, with Sara doing her good work. It didn't gurgle or churn like a stomach, but the rippling tightness massaging his entire body kneaded so deeply into his muscles he couldn't move at all. She was paralyzing him with the pleasurable experience of being inside of her, sometimes merely pumping, sometimes pulling up so tight around him he felt like he was being used as a stress ball, or a piece of fruit to be drained of all its fluids.

"Ah, fuck. Didn't really mean to do that, but ..." the rex began, then just shrugged. "Feels really fucking good though."

"Keep him! You taste so nice ..."

"I'm gonna juice him. Might want to take a few deep breaths."

Sara did exactly that. Which was probably more a matter of huffing her scent than anything. That forked tongue danced along those folds while Bandel curled up deep within the humid confines that surrounded him. Everything was soft and warm, as well as excessively wet. He could hardly tell if he was floating or swimming, soaking in everything the rex had, bathing in the sheer excess of her horny scent. It was everything he breathed. His mind was blanking with the power of her presence, of her overpowering perfume shutting down his every attempt at thinking. Even wedged deep inside her, swallowed whole by her pussy, he was still bringing her pleasure.

The scent that had already taken over his thoughts grew even thicker the more turned on the rex got. Bandel was swallowing it, drinking it from the walls around it when it wasn't simply sinking into his skin. He was becoming part of it. It wasn't forceful so much as it was just a thorough, powerful massage that sent him somewhere well beyond relaxation. If he wasn't enjoying himself so much, he might have fallen asleep. Instead, he dwelled on every sensation that came with being inside of her, even when he was starting to lose the feeling in some of his limbs. The more turned on that dinosaur got, the more firmly the walls closed in on him, dousing him in the fragrance he'd swiftly learned to love, squeezing the juices out of him until he couldn't tell if he was cumming or not. It all felt like one long orgasm, one long tribute to the jade giant's pussy.

Kaz's words proved especially literal when she started really working on him. She didn't just slowly simmer away at him. She clenched him, she squashed him, she kneaded him with a fleshy massage that had him relaxing so deeply he completely lost track of his own body. Every time the walls tightened around him, there was even more of a mess, even more of those velvety juices soaking into everything, and even less of the solid drake. She was using him up for everything he was worth, leaking a whole flood of fluids all over the diligently cunnilinguizing raptoress. Sara basked in the steamy mess clinging to her, using her tongue to work out even more.

Eventually, the rex couldn't help but reach down and shove the raptor in just a little. She wasn't interested in making a meal out of her fellow predator. Instead, it was just to let service the inner folds that clenched and quivered with such intensity the more of Bandel she rubbed away between two folds of her womb. There was nothing to be made of the drake but for her next squirt, riding on the pleasure that trembled up within the great green volcano. The eruption was looming, leaving even that huge beast of a woman curling her toes and slapping her tail thunderously to the floor, all while Sara pumped her whole face in and out of that slathered cunt, listening to last squelches of Bandel's existence.

It was far from distressing. Much less of a crushing, and more a squishing of a form that was already mostly liquid anyway made it more like being swished around inside her womb. He still had enough feeling left in what remained of him to feel his squishy self sloshing from one side of that chamber to the other, rocking like a stormy tide, painting her walls in liquid drake. Every slip and slide left another layer of him clinging to the walls, until he was a worn-away, smoothed over mess of thick juices faintly clinging together in the form of a drake. The more he sank down into the ocean of arousal around him, the more it was impossible to tell him from the fluids that he'd helped work up.

Fading into sweet, content silence was the drake's last sensation. He was right where he needed to be, transferring pleasure into the green goddess' body. Not to become a part of her, but simply to get her off in ways he never would have managed otherwise at his size. One last good squish preceded the torrent of release. No longer a drake, but rather a fully juiced mess of fluids to splash across the waiting raptoress. That was his fate, and Kaz came so hard it made it all worth it.

She roared as she went off, slumping down against the wall she was leaning on, almost sprawling out completely while she painted Sara down. The raptor wiggled between the rex's thighs, looking as if she was trying to fix a broken fire hydrant with her body. She took the full force of that squirt on her smooth skin with a splat that rang all throughout the maze. If anyone was left creeping through their hunting ground, they would have heard it. Sara simply drank down what she could and wore the rest, drenched and sloshing with everything Bandel had been. Reduced to t-rex lady-cum, and leaving a lingering tingling sensation all through Kaz's body that left her huffing, even moaning in a way she so rarely did, he was certainly put to good use, if the dinosaurs had anything to say about.

When the moment came back down to the quiet aftermath, with juices dripping down the walls, Sara settled into something like a purr as she laid her head down on Kaz's thigh as if to be napped.. A unique raptor sound, to be sure. She might not have managed to land a meal, but she had something just as good. All that rough, rambunctious sex with a drake all intoxicating on her aphrodisiac venom meant she had a nice stuffed womb. If the warmth she felt within her was anything to go by, then she and Bandel were just as compatible as she would have been with any dinosaur. It was a little something to remember him by, aside from the scent of rex pussy clinging to her skin and soaking into her hair.

Chapter III

When the door shutters fell behind the remaining group, they knew they were down another member. Everyone exchanged a few glances. Ten members down to seven. The uncomfortable silence that followed consisted of them speculating what could have happened to the missing contestants was eventually broken up by Anna timidly clearing her throat.

"We don't know for sure if anything bad happened to them. Did anyone even see the hunters in the last chamber?"

A glance around at the responses made it clear they had. Everyone but her and Shoa, apparently. There was murmuring once more, until the alien among them finally chimed in with a firm, frustrated voice.

"Fuck this, there's no way this place is built for someone like me. I'm finding a way out on my own."

"I really don't think that's a good idea ... " Anna said. "Didn't you hear the rules? Plus, you don't know what's on the other side, you could get hurt ... or worse. Let's just solve this next puzzle together, and ..."

"Whoever's running this obviously doesn't play by the rules. There has to be a loose panel somewhere ..."

The room didn't have any immediate, obvious deathtraps or dangerous creatures. There was some sort of control panel on the wall that looked something like a repurposed switchboard. Above it was painted some sort of equation. It was the kind of thing they likely could have solved together with ease, but Kara wasn't having it. The sangheili groped around the metal sheets bolted over the walls around them. The metalwork was sturdy all over, but for one spot. She rapped a knuckle against it, then gave it a firmer shove. The sheet bent under the force of her strength, and gave even more when she started prying at it. Kijana raised her voice nearby.

"I have to agree. I don't think that's a good idea."

Kara cast a look back at the hyena. They were both of similar size and heft. She didn't want to pick a fight, but she couldn't help but wonder.

"Spoken like someone who wants to make sure they keep playing her sick game. Don't follow me if you don't want to, but I'm breaking out. If ... my ass can fit, anyway."

It wasn't going to be easy. She was probably the thickest among all the contestants, and the opening was barely big enough for a regular person. Getting down on all fours with her ass in the air, she started crawling through, jamming herself through the opening she'd made in that hellish maze. The other side was so dark she couldn't tell where exactly she was heading to. That didn't stop her from pushing, until she popped her hips through the gap and flung herself forth with all the accumulated momentum that came with her struggling. There was no floor on the other side to catch her.

"Oh shi-" was all she got out before she plummeted into the unknown.

Eventually she hit a solid surface, sliding down an sloped chunk of metal until she crashed to the floor below. Nothing broke her fall but for cold, hard floor. Thankfully, she could take it just fine. Lifting herself up and dusting herself off, her first order of business was to call up to the other players so they knew she was alright.

"I'm okay! Maybe don't follow me, though! I took a pretty nasty - URK!"

Turned out that was the sound it made when an elite got knocked the fuck out. It was only for a moment or two, but that was enough for her attackers to get all over her. Kara didn't manage to glimpse them in the resulting haze, but their hands were big, their grips were strong, and as a team they managed to collectively drag her down the hall she'd crashed into and through a red door. They kicked it shut behind her and got to work. Kara felt chains, shackles, and ropes binding her recovering body. Claws danced over her skin as they stripped her down by simply shredding her clothes and tossing them aside. Her naked alien curves were on full display by the time her blurred vision cleared, but for the tatters of cloth clinging to her.

It was only then that she actually managed to get a good look at them. Squinting and straining, with her head still throbbing a little, she saw two imposing grins come into view before anything else. One was sharp and lupine, the other the broad and powerful visage of a pleased crocodile. Two hefty guys stood above her, just watching her shake off their ambush, looking ever so pleased with themselves. They were bulky, heavy around the middle, and generally built like two tanks. The black wolf was big enough, if smaller than her, but the stone-coloured croc with the fiery eyes was nearly as enormous as Kara herself. Their solid builds did inspire her to take a good look over every detail of the both of them, for at least a moment. She didn't manage to get a word in before they made their introductions.

"You ever see anything quite like this one, Xerx?" the wolf said in a harsh, rumbling voice.

"Nope."

"Looks like we caught ourselves a weird fish. Sangheili, is it? Well. I can work with that. How about you?'

"Yup."

"Good. Then we're in agreement. I'm Lucifer. This is Xerxes. You really should have listened to the rules. But you're just a dirty little cheat, aren't you?"

The introduction was hardly necessary. Anyone remotely familiar with the city's underworld knew about those boys. Their presence explained some of what was going on that night, but they didn't seem the sort to mastermind a grand scheme so much as just to ambush someone in an alley. They were probably lackeys to someone else. Ignoring the question, she opened her mouth to speak, but it was the crocodile's booming voice that cut her off this time. She could feel every word in her bones.

"Boss said we get free reign on anybody trying to break out before the games are done. We're gonna enjoy this. Ain't we, Luc?"

"Heheh. Damn right."

She should have been trying to escape from the start, but it was the unsubtle declaration of their intent that really made her squirm. Surely she'd slipped out of tighter bindings before, or so she thought before she really started thrashing. Struggling just made her situation worse. That made the knots pull taut and the shackles tighten around her wrists and ankles. They might have seemed like dumb muscle, but those boys really knew how to capture someone. Even in her massive size and strength, she was essentially helpless, but for faintly kicking at them if they got too close, circling around her like that. The croc spoke again.

"Mind if I go first? Bitch looks like she needs a good breaking in."

"Course not. Gonna be jerkin' it watching you, though."

"Of course."

They were oddly cordial with each other for big mean thugs. The alien fussed and grunted at them, practically hissing when they closed in on her. Xerxes took one of those chains attached to the shackles around her wrists, and just started pulling. It was only then that Kara noticed the pulleys above. The croc was probably strong enough to lift her on his own, but hoisting her up like that left her all stretched out and dangling off her feet, on display like a piece of meat for him to do whatever he wanted with her. His first order was to get both hands on her meaty ass and squeeze.

"Got some meat to you." Xerxes' voice rumbled even more from close up like that. "I like that. Probably pretty tough when you're not all chained up. Don't see you putting up much of a fight anymore, though."

Kara's cheeks went extra hot at that. It was true. She should have been raging and fighting to get free with everything she had. Maybe the chains themselves wouldn't break, but there had to be a weak connecting point somewhere that wouldn't hold up to the tremendous strength of a sangheili. Instead, she found herself flushed and flustered, maybe even getting a little turned on the more the croc so greedily groped her. He wasn't remotely gentle. When he saw something he liked, he grabbed it, hard. That meant she was left trying not to moan as his heavy hands dug deep into ass, her thighs, and especially her tits, claws scratching over her skin in the process.

He didn't even need to touch her dick to make it twitch a little. Once she was over that cliff, there was no coming back. She started filling out and firming up to an impressive size, and that went even faster when Xerxes wound up and delivered an absolutely cheek-wobbling slap to her ass that made her whimper like a bitch for him already.

"Big tough gal. Needs it rough every once in a while. Lose all that control you think you have." The crocodile snarled his words to her, grabbing her by the hips to pull her close and let her feel his bulge pressing against her lower back.

Grinding on her only made his pants tighter. It wasn't long before they were surely unbearable. Xerxes took his hands off of her and left her dangling there, panting a little, while he unbuckled. It wasn't long before she felt a bare, scaled belly and a stiff, dripping dick pressed against her back. He humped her and smeared her up with a generous coating of precum. She had to admit she liked the way he smelled. Leather, cedar, and a general masculine scaly musk invaded her senses and refused to leave. She was sniffing him with every slightly shaky breath, and that just made her stiffer.

"Thought so," was all Xerxes said when he reached around to wrap his scaly fingers around Kara's cock.

"She's a big one." Lucifer chuckled from the sidelines, where he was doing exactly what he said he would.

Kara watched him pull out his cock once it had slipped fully from its sheath. He was already sporting a half-formed knot. Maybe he wasn't as big as her, but she knew she was going to feel that when he inevitably jammed it inside of her. She stared for as long as she could before she scrunched her eyes shut to stifle a moan, fighting it down with all her might. It was only going to get harder with Xerxes playing with her like that. He jerked her to the same rhythm Lucifer was soon pleasuring himself, forcing her to get hard enough for him she dripped.

Even worse, he completely left her cock neglected as soon as he got it all stiff and needy. She throbbed away, pumping hard enough she felt the wet tip hit her belly a few times. Instead, he took to grasping those plump cheeks again so he could spread them apart and get a good look at her. He felt a hot gust of air from his nostrils when he spotted just how wet she was. Without so much as a shred of hesitation, or warning for that matter, he pushed a finger between her thighs and took a long, deeply prodding stroke of her tender sex. It was then that she finally couldn't keep her voice down any longer, a shuddered whimper escaping her that made the boys chuckle.

"Didn't expect a pussy on this big bitch. Makes sense, though. No wonder she's squirming like a slut half her size." The croc beamed behind her as he taunted her, talking past her.

"Well you know what that means." Lucifer was grinning right back, with that nasty yet gleaming smile of his.

"Another hole to drain my nuts in. Works for me."

Kara felt him clutching and clawing her hips, pulling her swinging, dangling body back so he could push his cock between her legs from behind, right up against her soft folds. As much as she fought not to show it, she was absolutely aching to get fucked. Dwelling in that small, sweaty room with two big guys filling her senses up with enticing, entrancing musk. She wasn't going to drool for them or anything. Not yet. But she wasn't immune to just how damn good a thick, uncut croc cock felt slowly, deeply, hotly spreading her out and stretching her with his sheer girth.

She had to take it as a compliment to feel just how hard he was. That croc grunted and growled alike, smothering her in a sound she felt more than she heard. His pace was slow at first, at least. He eased into her, stretching her out even at her size. That was a whole lot of croc cock delving deep into her slick, ready sex. She was already quivering around him, already fighting down the urge to simply moan his name. What a sexy name to moan it would have been. Was he really called that or did he just pick it out? Same with his black-furred boyfriend, Lucifer. Really?

Any semblance of not taking them seriously was swiftly fucked out of her by the croc's first firm thrust. He sent a shockwave through her body that jiggled every single one of her assets and left her tossing her head back just to suppress a scream. The chains rattled above her but everything held fast, even with all her weight. With Xerxes groping and clawing all over her, really treating her like a piece of meat, there was nothing to do but brace herself for the thrusts that were only going to get more and more forceful.

He made her tits bounce so high they nearly slapped her in the face. Xerxes wasn't going fast, but there was just so much power pumping into every single one of his heavy, forceful slams. The schlick of lust-soaked croc cock delving into her alien pussy was enough to make even the wolf bite his lip, just listening to the two of them going at it. His own dick was getting nice and wet from him jerking off to the sight of them. Xerxes puffed, he snorted, he growled and rumbled so deeply it tingled Kara's insides nearly as much as his dick. A little more speed meant so much more strength behind his motions, until she could finally feel his utterly massive sack tapping up against her pussy lips, flexing, pumping, churning up a fat load. She knew she was getting that inside her. He wasn't stopping for anything.

Fucking the dangling prisoner that hard eventually shook the entire room. Kara still didn't know where they were, exactly. A warehouse, an abandoned factory, whatever it was proved sturdy enough to hold their massive, bone-shaking sex. It was only the first round, and Kara was already panting. She shook a little every time the croc made contact with her ass, spanking her with his hips, smacking her thighs with his huge, swinging nuts, leaving juices streaming down her legs, all the way to the floor just below her dangling feet. The bindings might not have been the most comfortable, but she could ignore that in favour of all the pleasure he was pounding into her.

Her punishment was going to make her cum. She could feel him getting harder, humping, thrusting, absolutely powerfucking her once he really got going. There was absolutely nothing elegant about it. He just stuffed her cunt over and over until she couldn't take it anymore. The quivering ecstasy crept down her legs, made her curl her toes and ball her hands into fists above her head. Xerxes gave a rising bellow as his relative rhythm became even less coordinated. A ferocious slamming into her body was exactly what she needed to go over the edge and cum herself stupid for her captors. Lucifer had a front row seat on the big, thick alien squirting hard on some fat croc dick.

There was nothing modest about that orgasm. She gushed, she screeched, she utterly lost herself in the feeling of that titan of a croc pounding her half numb. There was just enough sensation left to keep her peaking, to keep her plummeting over the edge right along with him. Just when she thought she was starting to settle down, she felt that rush of hot spunk hit her right in the womb. He had so much to give. One sizable pump of croc cum after another left her swelling and bloating with the sheer excess of fresh jizz sloshing within her. It soon poured right back out when she was a little too full, making a sloppy mess out of her thighs. She heard it splatting to the floor by the time she was done quivering for him.

A good squeeze from behind helped juice out even more of his jizz. He gave her a hearty bear hug that left her gushing out most of that cream, but plenty more still sloshed around inside of her. Steam rose from her naked body by the time he was done with her. For a reptile he was surprisingly hot to the touch. She was sweating, and she was only going to get hotter. That wolf was just as hard for her as his scaly boyfriend. Luc strode forth and gave a gesture to the croc.

"Get her down a little lower. I'm not that fuckin tall."

The two of them chuckled, and Kara was left to gasp as she felt her body suddenly plunging down towards the floor. She didn't quite land on her ass, but she lost her footing and pulled those wrist chains taut with her stumble. Her legs were still a little too numb to do anything about the gruff wolf advancing on her. She probably could have kicked at him and kept him away. He was smaller than her. Yet she didn't do a damn thing, even when he grabbed her by the knees and forced her legs apart so he could get his knot between her thighs.

It didn't take him long to start humping at her cream-filled belly. Xerxes stuck nearby, gripping the sangheili just to make sure she didn't squirm away. That helped keep her right in place, perfectly lined up with that obscenely throbbing canine cock pointed straight at her creampied pussy. Getting the croc's sloppy seconds didn't bother Luc in the slightest. If anything it just turned him on all the more to squelch so slickly into her overflowing cunt. A deep, jamming thrust left her glaring down at him while he penetrated her, croc cum squirting out around the top of his knot. If he was a little taller she could have leaned down to bite him, but instead the wolf was free to tease and ravage her tits all he liked while he fucked her. He wound up and took his palm to them to smack them like tetherballs, leaving them jiggling mightily and faintly stinging from the impact.

"Fuck yeah. Look at these fatties. We gotta cum on them later, Xerx."

The croc just gave a grunt of acknowledgement while the wolf buried his face in Kara's cleavage. He rubbed his face in deep before he started licking. That sloppy tongue could really make a drooly mess of her. She was dripping after just a few good passes from one tit to the other.

"Never tasted anything quite like her. I like 'em exotic."

She wasn't sure she liked him talking about her like that. All the worse when he furthered that teasing by opening wide and latching onto one of her dark nips with his teeth. Nibbling and kneading that sensitive teat with his sharp fangs really got her making sounds that were entirely unbecoming of a sangheili. She was whimpering like a common whore, almost sounding like she was faking it. He kept pushing in deeper all the while, and she couldn't keep herself from clenching up on his cock to show him exactly how much she liked that rough treatment. Sometimes he bit hard enough it hurt, and she didn't voice one word of complaint.

If she thought she was already making plenty of noise, then she was going to surprise even herself at just how shrill her voice could get when she felt that same thick croc cock that had already devastated her prodding between her cheeks. She had no tail to defend herself with. He had full access to those plump cheeks, and he was already nice and sex-slick to ease things along once he pushed hard against her taut ring. One dick inside of her was already enough to make her nearly lose herself. She had no idea how to even cope once Xerxes started ruthlessly jamming forth, no matter how much she squirmed. No chains should have been able to hold Kara in full rage. Maybe she didn't mind the punishment for her rule breaking as much as she acted.

Lucifer just looked up from the xeno's well-slobbered tits to flash a grin around her.

"Hah. Knew you couldn't help yourself, babe."

"Mmngh. She's got a fat ass. Bet she's taken so many dicks in it."

That just brought a smoky laugh out of the wolf. "Yeah. Big thing like her acting tough, but we all know she's a cum-guzzling whore looking to get shown her place. Right, whatever your name was?"

For whatever reason, she felt obliged to answer him. "Unnnh ... K - K - Kar "

"Shut up." He silenced her with a hard thrust that thumped his knot against her pussy lips like a battering ram. That force was almost enough to get it inside, but it slipped back when she clamped down so tight it was like she was trying to milk him right there.

Xerxes lowered himself down, putting some weight on her back to really mount her ass. He kept pulling her hips back into him, which made him eventually pushing past her resistance and stuffing her ass all the more forceful. A roar of pleasure went with him wetly pushing his cum-soaked cock deeper and deeper into the writhing alien's booty. Those impossible ample cheeks at least cushioned the blow pretty well when he hit the halfway point, got too greedy, and slammed forth hard enough to spank his scaly hide against her. The motion forced her forth, pressing her dick deep into the soft layer of fat over Luc's musclegut. Getting fucked by the croc made her squirt, but her cock was still hard and aching for release. That double-fuck was going to push her over that edge and more, she just knew it.

An attempt at flailing about, just to find something to hold onto, something to brace herself during the ensuing brutality proved fruitless. She was as good as theirs, suspended and helpless to prevent those boys from going to town on her. Fucking on his own, Xerxes had a savage, uncontrollable rhythm. Paired up with Luc, he was a lot more coordinated. That was worse. Where before he was just throwing himself into pounding her, now he had someone to sync up with. Every time one of those big bastards would thrust, the other would pull back and get ready to counter that motion. She was getting her fat ass bashed as she got bounced back and forth between the two brutal beasts. Snarling, rumbling, and sometimes just grunting with pleasure while they got off with her captive body left her battered and quite possible bruised, and there she was, some example of a sangheili rolling her hips and puffing out her chest, taking their every stroke as deep as she could take them.

Usually Luc needed to work harder to get his knot inside someone. Not so when he was fucking a giant alien so much bigger than even him. All it took was one especially hard thrust and he jammed it past her lips to wedge inside of her. She instantly clamped down on it, trembling, edging, nearly cumming from the feeling of that bulge pulsing inside of her. Luc remained right where he was, throbbing hard inside of her, glaring up at her from under her tits. She could barely see him. When they both managed to hold off from the finish, he just made things all the more overwhelming for her by yanking back and popping his fat knot out of her just as hard as he rammed it in.

Kara was just going to have to contend with getting re-knotted with every single thrust. The extra-juicy POP was like a shout in that small room, going along with the clap of croc nuts against her cheeks, and of course the collective rumbling snarls rising up from the two toothy men inside her. Grinding on Luc's belly the whole time was definitely not helping her willpower. His fur was surprisingly soft for such a rough-looking guy. It felt so good on her cock. How mad was he going to get if she blew her load all over him? She was about to find out. There was no holding back anymore, no possible way she could resist the orgasm they were fucking out of her, so harshly double-siding her like that, ramming her ass, knotting her pussy over and over and fucking over ...

Something broke inside of her then. She was pretty sure it wasn't something physical. Some wall, some mental barrier simply collapsed, and she gave into the sensations they were forcing upon her until there was nothing else she lived for. Grinding into that black fur, getting a scaly gut pressed to her back, and two pairs of fat knots slapping her so very loudly, driving dicks into both her holes at once, that was finally enough. She rolled and shuddered with the sheer power of her orgasm, trying so very desperately to break out of her chains, not so she could get away, but just so she could brace herself, could grab onto anything just to make it a little less overwhelming for her, but there was nothing she could do but be shattered by the sheer pleasure she was soaking up all at once.

Cumming so hard she felt as if she wasn't in control of her body anymore, Kara unloaded all over the wolf without a hint of modesty. He got the whole mess, and he didn't so much as flinch. The wolf kept on knot-fucking her even as she drenched him in alien cum, and he just got even more out of her the harder he went. Those boys were pounding, speeding up, losing themselves no longer in an alternating rhythm but a perfectly synchronized swing of their powerful hips. She had to respect their might when they were slamming like that, and she was soon quivering to another orgasm all wrapped around their cocks.

Clenching, squeezing, utterly convulsing, she squirted hard around Luc's knot and she trembled and contracted around Xerx's too. That croc fucked her so good he made that ass cum for him, sending trembling tension crawling up her spine to go right along with the sweet relief of getting flooded with cum all over again. She sighed as much as she moaned, feeling her belly bulging and bloating with the weighty load she was taking in the belly and womb alike. She had to wonder if they'd worked her up enough to breed her. Crossing the species barrier with an alien like her wasn't exactly easy, but she had to consider it when she was absorbing shot after shot of hot, thick wolf cum without a single condom in sight.

They held inside her a little longer, just to let her feel them throbbing through the last spurts of spunk. When they pulled out of her in near unison, she was nothing more than a sloppy, drooling fountain of cum. Her well-rutted holes poured jizz on the floor, while her own cock continued to idly twitch. It hadn't softened for a second. Even as her head slumped forth to leave her facedown atop her tits, she was as hard as ever. Lucifer played with it a little, but it was far from a generous gesture. She was still so sensitive that even a small rub was overstimulating, leaving her to jolt her head back up and give a particularly exotic cry down at the wolf toying with her like that.

"Goddamn. Look at that mouth. Think we can figure out how to fuck it?" he said, seemingly unperturbed by the toothy display.

Xerxes wiped his dick off on her asscheek and strode around the front of Kara to consider. Then he just nodded.

"Probably. Just need to hold back the mandi-whatsits."

The wolf laughed. "Love how you came up with that at a single look."

The croc shrugged. "If there's one thing I know, it's how to fuck."

"Hell yeah you do. Let's get some rope or something. There's gotta be something the right size around here."

They left Kara for a minute or so. She didn't even think to call out for help. Instead, she dangled there, ass nearly touching the cum-soaked floor but not quite reaching, legs partly stretched out, feet slipping in the mess beneath them. She couldn't steady herself, and so she simply remained on display, hands over her head, cum dripping from her holes, belly bouncing and sloshing with the slightest movement. There had to be some spark left in her, she told herself. Surely she wasn't going to give up the opportunity to cleverly escape her bindings and turn the tables on her captors. That was what she kept thinking to herself by the time the boys returned, an armful of thin cord in the wolf's hands. He grinned lecherously at the sight of her.

"Right where we left you."

Pulling a length of cord taut, the wolf approached, looking dangerous. The croc was soon behind her, and risked a bite by sticking his thick fingers right in her mouth. Even if she had the energy to chomp at him, she wasn't sure she could have pierced those scales anyway. It might have hurt her own teeth more than it hurt him. Or at least that was what she told herself as she fully submitted to whatever humiliating thing they wanted to do to her. Even if it meant tying a fancy knot at the back of her head once she had her mandibles fully stretched out and secured with the kind of expertise that made her wonder just where that wolf thug had learned it. Maybe he was more than just the dumb muscle. Or maybe she was just getting all enamoured on the big, mean guys who'd been fucking her so good.

It was a little uncomfortable. Her mouth was never supposed to be stretched that way, but she was a tough sangheili. She wasn't going to fuss. Besides, it was only the start of what they were going to do to her. Lowering her down until she was sitting on her ass before them, right in the puddle of cum that couldn't quite fit inside of her, they got in close to present their sex-soaked cocks right in front of her face. She couldn't do a thing about it. A wet, drooly sound escaped her and not much more. With her mandibles secured, they had direct access to her throat, skipping right past her mouth, and they were going to use it.

Lucifer seemed uncertain of where to start, so Xerxes went ahead and demonstrated exactly how to facefuck a sangheili like he'd done it a hundred times before. Grabbing her head in two meaty hands, he jabbed his dick right in her face, right past the secured mouthparts so he could stick that ultra-thick uncut croc cock straight down her gullet. A wet GLURK and a brief but alarming gag from her didn't stop him. He fucked her throat until it was bulging with his dick, nuts resting directly against her neck, bottoming out in her exotic maw without so much as a hint of hesitation. He grinned at the wolf once he was balls-deep.

"See? Fuckin' alien ain't so special. Chokes on my dick like any other bitch half her size."

Just to make things even rougher, he curled one of his hands behind her head and used it to really ram down her throat. Jamming as deep as he could reach brought forth more shudders and brief flinches from her, but she adjusted pretty quickly for how brutal she was getting it. A nice big twitching bulge of the croc's cock in her throat rose and fell with the deep gulps she gave it. That was partly to keep the juices flowing, to keep from choking on all the precum he was shooting into her, and partly to be a good cocksucking xeno slut guzzling down every drop the big-bellied daddy croc gave her. She could still taste him plenty when he was grinding all over her tongue like that, and the musky taste getting mashed into her senses was making her drip again.

A thudding, relentless thrust into her throat came after another, and another. The croc was once more a monster of a fuck, rattling the chains and the sangheili's bones alike with his brutal pace. He brought the most ungodly sounds from the gullet he was slopping up with his cock, the slickest of schlicks on each thrust, and the most toe-curling of slurrrrrrks every time he pulled back. Juices and drool alike were soon rolling down his lightly sweaty balls. He misted that mess off with every plap of his swinging sack, grinding on her tongue, rutting her half numb, pounding harder, faster, with his bellowing grunts resonating down through her entire body.

Xerxes shook her to the core, slamming so hard she felt it in her toes by the time he reached maximum momentum. Nothing could have stopped him. He didn't care for the consequences of his roughness. Thankfully, this one wasn't going to break. Not physically anyway. She took it all and swallowed everything he could give, even when that meant loudly chugging it down straight from the tap. That was just precum. She could already feel his thumping nuts tightening, churning up another load to stretch and burden her, but nothing was going to stop Kara from swallowing down as much croc spunk as she possibly could without passing out.

Another room-shaking roar, maybe even the loudest yet, and Xerxes filled her up after selfishly rutting her face for a good few minutes. He didn't slow down just because he was cumming. Fucking that fresh dose of croc cream right down into her belly left her shaking along with him. He lifted and smacked his tail down on the ground while he blew his load. With her mandibles still in place, plenty of it blew back out of her mouth, pouring down his stony scales until it was pooling around his claws. Plenty more went straight down into her belly to mingle with all the cum she'd already taken in the ass, to leave her belly sagging down over her thighs and loudly groaning in objection to just how stuffed she was getting.

Just when she thought she couldn't possibly swallow any more without fainting, he gave her one more good shot then finally pulled out. That was when he made good on the promise to cum all over her tits. She got hosed down in everything else those deep-sagging croc nuts had churned up, leaving her skin glossy with the streaks of spunk rolling down them. A thorough hosing down in crocodile jizz left her rich and smelling of him, drenched in the scent of sex, the masculine musk that was his mark upon her. A coughing, drooling gag that left her hacking up plenty of what he just shot down her throat was hardly an elegant or seductive sight, but that didn't dissuade Lucifer any.

"Poor pathetic thing. Shouldn't have fuckin' cheated."

"Oh yeah." Xerxes wasn't agreeing, it was more like he'd just remembered something, by the way he looked so confused shaking off his cock in front of Kara.

Luc turned to stare at him. "Did you forget what this was all about?"

"Kinda." The croc shrugged it off at first, but he eventually broke into a grin that wasn't quite so frightful as his usual. "Look. I got caught up in the fuck-rage. You know how it goes."

"Do I ever. Now get your scaly ass outta the way, I've got an alien to stick my dick in."

Kara's consciousness was wavering. She didn't exactly get a lot of air when Xerxes was facefucking her, and Lucifer wasn't going to be any gentler. Her throat was an overflowing well of cum, but that didn't stop the wolf from jamming his cock straight down to the knot, slurping and schlurking his way through that creampie. A few pushes and grinding thrusts was all it took to get his knot inside too, bulging the sangheili's throat with it and holding it there. Pulling back with a hot, messy POP was what pushed her to her limit, what brought her close to simply shutting down, and that was just one single thrust.

She felt his fingers dancing over her head, searching for the perfect place to clutch. Eventually, he latched on tight so he could start relentlessly knot-fucking her throat while she remained where she was, arms stretched behind her, legs shackled and all but limp beneath her. She coughed sometimes on those messy backstrokes as he plunged more and more cum out of her gullet, only to fill her up with his fat, deeply pulsing knot again. Things got so messy that every thrust sent a splash of cum pouring over everyone in the room. Xerxes lingered nearby, just soaking it in. A quick side-eye revealed he was still idly rubbing his stiff dick, no matter how much he'd already given her. She couldn't give him much focus when the wolf was busy pushing his knot down her throat, only to yank it out again with a spectacular slurping sound, over and over.

Flickering, fading, teetering ever so close to passing out while Luc had his way with her restrained mouth, forcing her to gulp his knot again and again, she knew she couldn't take much more. If they wanted her broken and defeated, they had it. She'd learned her lesson. A steady pace became a savage pound more befitting of the croc once Lucifer really lost himself in the pleasure of utterly violating her slopped up throat. Kara was just going to have to take one more load before she could have her rest. Or she hoped so anyway.

This time the wolf really went off. He didn't just snarl, he gave her a howl while he blew straight down her throat. She felt his knot swelling even fatter, lodging itself inside her, leaving her with no room to cough up a single drop of cum. Swallowing hard, desperately even, she chugged that load from the tap until her belly started to wobble all the more and her entire body strained against the stress they'd put her through. Maybe she did end up passing out for a moment or two. It felt like there was a moment missing in the process of sucking down another load and getting her throat all clogged with thick wolf jizz. He painted her inside until her chest started to ache, and only then did he actually pull out of her.

Kara was at last allowed to fully slump, though they weren't letting her off the literal hook that easily. She was left to sit there, head drooped, getting jizzed on as a final testament to her total domination. At least they loosened those cords around her jaw once he was done painting her. She sat soaking in their collective scent until they exchanged a look, then just started loosening her chains too. It was far from an opportunity for her. She mostly just clunked down in the cum puddle, splayed out and destroyed, panting for breath as they loomed above. Luc didn't even bother to tease her anymore. He knew it would have been wasted.

"Help me haul this outta here. Think we deserve a prize for all the hard work we've done."

"I've got some ideas for her," Xerxes said as he reached down to take the large alien by the ankles.

Lucifer grasped her sore wrists. Together they half-lifted, half-dragged her dripping, slathered body out of the room. "Yeah, me too. We'll figure that out later."

The croc just gave a deep rumble and a toothy grin that told Kara whatever they decided, she was far from done being punished for her small act of cheating. Maybe the retribution was a touch disproportionate. Or maybe she was getting off easy compared to everything else that had happened or was going to happen to the other participants. She was never going to know. She belonged to the big, bad boys now.

---

Lucifer had all kinds of ideas for her. So did his friends. Sometimes, she was even allowed to leave the wall mount he'd apparently had installed just for someone her size. Not often though. She was a hell of a trophy, mounted up and divided between two rooms like that. Luc was getting good at trying back her mandibles for public use. Kara must have sucked a dozen different cocks by the end of the week, and there were only more coming.

As for how many people she'd taken from behind, she had no idea. Sometimes she tried to guess based on the shapes of their cocks whether they were familiar or not. She grew to know Luc's knot well, and Xerxes' fat dick was impossible to mistake. There were others - uncut, knotted, even equine, pumping and plunging into her again and again. It was one thing to feel how many loads they put in her pussy. She was almost certain she was pregnant by then, but she wasn't sure whose it could have been. Maybe everyone. And they'd soon learned her weakness for anal. When they really wanted to make her scream and cum, they knew to fuck that thick ass and really gives those cheeks a deep plapping.

She was getting used to it. Every day was another experience in pleasure. She stayed strapped in much of the day, sometimes just waiting for someone to come use her, sometimes serving as the centrepiece for one of Luc's wild parties. Over time, she got to know the whole gang, though she wasn't good with names anymore. They fucked her so mindless she only knew them by the tastes, or by their particular pace when they pounded her. Luc's cock of course was the most familiar to her. She swallowed it so many times the taste was permanently imprinted on her tongue, or so it felt. His knot made her cum so many times, especially when he wedged it into her still-tight hole and made her jiggle with the steady, snarly fuck her gave her bound up body.

When she wasn't getting used, he walked her around on a leash, dragging her from room to room, teasing her in ways that just made her smile. Though she was much bigger than him, she obeyed his every command and patiently waited for the next one whenever he was busy. Sometimes he just had her kneel and watch him and Xerxes fuck, going at it in deep, bed-shaking passion that she could only hope to equal. For her trouble, she was allowed to lick them clean when they were done.

As the alien began to swell over time, she forgot more and more of what had come before it all. All she cared about was making her boys - and girls, sometimes - feel good whenever they needed it. They milked her cock just by fucking her. She lived to be used. Life was their plaything was one long orgasm, and then the dull, aching wait for more. She swelled. She smelled of sex and yet still craved more of her wolf master's musk rubbed all over. A proud sangheili like her wasn't the sort to be made into a drooling slut easily, but she was ever so happy to be his captive whore, his exotic prize for a job well done.

She never thought about the games again, nor any of the other players. Whatever had happened there was irrelevant to her. She had a new purpose, and she fulfilled it as best she could, every day, no matter how much of her mind she gave up in the process.

---

Xerxes had one simple idea for her, but that didn't make it any less devastating. He decided she was his. Only his. Well, Luc's too, the boys shared their toys. There was no elaborate bondage involved anymore. The croc didn't need to tie her up. He brought that alien home and took her to bed to break her into the mindless pet he wanted, through sheer brute force. And some more subtle expertise. He might have been a walking tank of a reptile who did everything as bluntly as possible, but he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to make Kara cum over and over for him whenever he wanted her to.

She might as well have not even had a cock. He didn't pay it much mind, other than to give it the occasional squeeze when he was giving her great big greedy squeezes. Even so, she came for him constantly. Sometimes it was when she was grinding against his belly scales while he was balls-deep in her pussy, thumping her again and with those powerful jaws snapping just in front of his face. Other times he just grabbed her, bent her over sometime, and fucked her sensitive ass until she blew a load for him. Someone her size was used to never quite getting what she needed, but that croc took her until her knees buckled and her entire body quivered.

There was no leash. He didn't need one. Whenever he wanted her, he overpowered her and pushed her against the nearest surface. Sometimes it was a bed or a couch if she was lucky. Other times, it was the wall or the floor. She was huge, but he made her feel so very small. He took her down again and again to roughly demolish her, to smack her with his nuts and cum inside her just as much as he did all over her. Her skin was marked down with what felt like a permanent layer of croc scent after getting jizzed on so many times, from her butt to her back to her tits to her belly. And the longer he took her, the more he filled her pussy up with fresh cum again and again, the more compatible they were getting. She could feel it.

Kara swore she was getting her entire DNA rewritten just to be ready to take his seed. She thought about it while she was sprawled out on his reinforced bed, legs straight up in the air, croc cock roughly pushing in and out of her absolutely flooded pussy. Just catching his scaly musk was enough to get her all riled up. She was so wet for him she drenched her thighs before he even touched, and now she was slurping and suckling away with his every ramming thrust. She just took it all, tits bouncing wildly, thighs jiggling on impact every time he came down on her, and the warmth growing inside of her was something more than just the usual wailing orgasm. Somehow she just knew she was about to get knocked up by the big, strong crocodile.

All she could do was cling to him. She could barely lift her arms, but she managed to get them on his shoulders to grip and ride out the cumshot brewing in his balls. Soaking in him, squeezing on him, she was ready to accept his seed. It was her whole purpose. She lived to breed. And she wanted it so bad, she wanted it inside of her, she wanted to swell and glow for him, her croc, her new master. Watching him gnashing his jaws was nearly enough to make her cum, as usual. The constant, deafening plap and succulent slurp of wet croc cock stuffing soaking xenopussy full was everything else she needed to plunge deep into pure, absolute pleasure.

She spurted all over herself nearly as hard as he blew his load inside of her. With her eyes shut, she embraced the ecstasy washing over her and rode it all out. There was nothing she needed to do but to get knocked up. She was his, to have and use whenever he liked, to impregnate with as many hybrid crocs as he wanted. His cum filled her and planted deep inside of her while her belly grew into a wobbling preview of just how hot she was going to look all pregnant for him. Just thinking about it got her tits leaking. The small stream of milk was subtle amid the mess she was making of herself, cumming hard with the croc inside her, but she felt that warmth. She couldn't have been more certain his seed just took inside of her.

Xerxes' room-shaking rumbles always made her afterglow hit that much harder. She basked in his contentment until she felt him pull out of her pussy at last. Leaving her to overflow and twitch there on the bed, legs convulsing, body claimed and broken, she could only think about how much more she still wanted. He'd already bent and broken her until she tended to his every need, and accepted all of his rough, sometimes vicious whims. Yet she still knew she could go deeper. She could think less and fuck more. After days straight of getting brutally fucked by the croc, she didn't even remember how she got there anymore. The games were less than a memory. As was most of her identity. Kara didn't matter. Just being the best drippy, knocked up croc slut she could be. As far as punishments, it was the best she'd ever had.

Chapter IV

Fewer and fewer of them. After the disappearances of four other contestants, there were only six left. Yet there was nothing to do but keep moving forward, tipping and tapping over the cold stone floors of that hellish contraption, that brutally constructed gauntlet and all the horrors it contained. As well as the pleasures. Nobody had fully shaken off the effects of the pheromones in the first room, which made it almost disappointing to find the next challenge that awaited them seemed more likely to test their minds than their bodies.

As before, as soon as they were all through the doorway, a barrier slammed shut behind them and loudly locked into place with a CLUNK. Nobody even flinched this time. They didn't know what had happened to Kara after she'd decided to cheat, but given how easy the last puzzle turned out to be after just a little discussion, nobody was searching for weak panels anymore either. Though their numbers had dwindled to nearly half, they were confident they could get through with their collective skills.

There was someone else there. They were waiting on the other side of a set of heavy bars, casually seated until the contestants arrived. Then up she got to present herself to the players, who of course immediately looked at her with suspicion. An elegantly coloured peafowl hybrid met their eyes in all her feathered beauty. More than just a bird, with a sharp-toothed smile on her beak and a long, dragon-like tail, the cockatrice displayed herself proudly, though when she actually spoke it was in a voice more timid than they expected of their supposed captor.

"Well. You made it. Just like she said ..." She trailed off and took a moment to clear her throat. "Before you start asking, no, I'm not the one running everything. You can call me Mel. I'm in charge of your next challenge. If you'll just ..."

The clamouring cut her off. She stepped back from the bars before the wolfess could get too close. Alli couldn't have reached through them anyway with arms that muscled.

"Alright you, maybe you're not in charge, but you have to know who is. And I want answers! I'm pretty sure people are hurt back there, and I'm not going to just stand here ..."

She stopped when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Kijana had stepped up behind her, and she leaned close to whisper something in her ear. That seemed to calm the wolf down. Mel was gritting her teeth meanwhile, her eyes drifting between the wolf ... and someone else. She didn't let that gaze linger for too long. Shoa piped up when he couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"What? What did you say? We shouldn't keep secrets from each other ..." the otter softly said.

Anna squeezed his hand. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. I trust them. This one actually looks kinda fun!"

Everyone looked at her when she said that. Blushing, she lowered her head and muttered just loudly enough to be heard.

"Well, I think so anyway ..."

Mel shook off the startle and ruffled her feathers, then took to preening them as she continued. "Ahem. It's in your best interests to let me finish. You will not leave this room alive if you do not follow the rules. None of you will."

That was enough to cast a silence upon the room. She spread her arms out and continued.

"If you would each pair up and step in front of one of the consoles and place your hands on the designated spots ..."

There was more malcontent chatter, but there wasn't much more choice. After everything they'd seen so far, they were going to have to believe her on the matter that things could have turned deadly at any moment. Breaking into the same pairs they'd been keeping from the start seemed to make sense. There were six of them, and three of those raised stations, with old blinking CRT screens and plenty of backlit buttons. It was very retro-futurist, hacked together with visible wires. There were two places clearly outlined with a handprint on each one. Mel waited for them all to place their palms where they needed to be. Only then did she spring the trap via a control panel in front of her.

In a flash, a metal band snapped over each of their wrists in turn. Tugging wasn't doing any good. Even the grunting strain by the wolfess couldn't break free. Kijana didn't bother. Neither did the others. Mahiri and Mira watched that bird carefully. She looked faintly familiar, distinct as she was. Pretty, too. Mel tried to avoid the gaze of the pair while they stared her down and focus on the game, though the feline glares did make her falter slightly in her delivery.

"It's time, um, for the elimination round. You've overcome the trials so far. Seek, hide, and calculate. Now it's time for you to decode. How fast can you -"

"Got it," Kijana said.

"Wait, I'm not ..."

The hyena went ahead and tapped the proper combination into the console before her, turning a series of scrambled symbols into a five-letter word. Alli stared blankly at the screen the whole time. She was just happy she chose the right partner. With the answer in place, the shackles unlocked. Kijana was right about to pipe up and tell everyone else how to solve the puzzle, but that was when the trapdoor triggered. A deep cackle of a surprise from her, a snarl of irritation from the wolfess, and they plummeted, sliding down to the next room and the next challenge together.

"Hmph. Well. I guess I don't need to explain the rules anymore. You get the idea. Figure it out or perish."

Anna looked over to the cats, who were doing their best to put their twin brainpower together to solve what was a truly complex problem that involved mentally rotating a three-dimensional model on the dull old screen to try to discern what it was spelling out. Mahiri stared hard, but she simply couldn't quite put it together. When she glanced at the pantheress, she found Mira wasn't really paying attention. Her mind had wandered and she was looking at their current host instead. Maybe she was getting an idea, or maybe she had just given up rather than try and fail.

Murmuring out loud, the pig pointed to the screen and guided Shoa through it. Quietly.

"I think if you turn it that way, it looks like an A, and then an S ... "

"I'm glad you can figure it out," Shoa said, shrugging his shoulders. "How'd they even get this so fast? Unless, you know ..."

Anna didn't respond to that. "I think I've got it. Let's just ..."

She began to spell it out on the keys in front of her, but Shoa stopped her just before she could type the last letter.

"Wait! Why don't we tell them too? If we put it in at the same time, maybe it won't trigger."

Anna nibbled her lip. She had one finger hovering over the T key.

"Wouldn't that be cheating? That might mean we all get in trouble ..."

"Still, we should probably try, we don't know if ..."

Mel interrupted them. "If you try to subvert the rules, I will keep you all in here. You don't want to be shackled when the beast arrives. Oops, um, I mean ..."

The peacockatrice paced a little behind the bars, flustered that she'd just given the answer away. If the cats were paying close enough attention, they could have stolen the win from the other pair. Anna looked to Shoa and nodded her head solemnly.

"I'm really sorry. I don't want anything to happen to you. I have to ..."

The otter tried to stop her, but he was too late to keep her from hitting the last key. Their shackles released as fast as the trapdoor opened beneath them. There was no preparing for the plunge that eventually led them to a funhouse slide of sorts. Down they went with a squeal and a cry, and the door sealed behind them. The cats lost. It was time for them to face the consequences. Mel looked up from the controls in front of her with a smile to eye the mismatched twin leopards - her captives, her prizes, her next meals.

---

"Now just wait there while I take my medicine."

It was meant to sound imposing. Mel thought she did a pretty good job of it. The speech was less important than the action, anyway. Reaching to a small tin nearby, she popped it open and quickly swallowed the pill inside without another word. The shackled cats were just going to have to stand right there and watch what came next. Shuddering slightly, lifting and dropping her shoulders, Mel walked away from the console and fanned out her feathers, waiting for the show to start. She continued, her voice starting to get shaky as she spoke.

"You might be thinking that these bars are to keep me safe from you. As you'll soon find, you have that all backwards. They are in fact - ooooh fuck ..."

It hit faster than she expected. She arched her back and struggled not to fall to her knees. The cats watched on, unsure of what was happening. Mel looked like she was having some sort of medical emergency. In a way, she was. That transformation was hardly natural, nor was it pretty. She crunched and crackled, rearranging her joints, taking on extra bulk, bending her spine until she was down on all fours. The feral beast where the somewhat timid gamemaster had been moments ago was a drooling monster of a cockatrice, glaring at them with all the ravenousness of an animal. She didn't speak a single word more.

The gate was locked, but that didn't slow her in the slightest. With a combination of a screech and a snarl, she charged forth and crashed through it, breaking it right off the hinges with her bulk. The twins took to struggling against their bindings when they saw the monster coming for them both. It was far too late. There was no escape, anyway. The doors were sealed, and only Mel knew how to open them. The cuffs were solid, but nothing the beast herself couldn't pry right off those consoles. Sparks flew and the old monitor crashed to the floor in the chaos, leaving the cats free to flee to the other side of the room. Backed into a corner, they only had one part of the fight or flight equation left to them, but their bared teeth and claws alike did nothing to quell Mel's feral need to breed.

She was big enough she could pounce them both. All she had to do was throw her full weight at them and they came crashing down to the floor with her, pinned beneath her feathery form. Holding them there as they kicked and struggled beneath her, she offered them a snarl in her uniquely piercing avian voice. Her cock was already sliding out, all flexible and birdlike, made even more lengthy by her transformation. For the moment she simply held them, as if revelling in how easily she'd conquered them, throbbing above her prizes, but she knew she needed to get those clothes off of them before long. She couldn't stand not having them.

They didn't fight quite so much when those teeth were coming for them. Mel couldn't promise they wouldn't get a little gnawed in the process of utterly ruining their clothing. They weren't going to be putting those outfits back on. They mostly consisted of ribbons fluttering down to the floor and tatters clinging to their spots. Mahiri gave a feisty snarl when the cockatrice dipped her head down to lick her now-bare tits. Mira was more of a squirmer, pushing at their transformed captor's head but not fighting quite so hard as her twin.

They both tasted utterly delicious, in their own ways. Both of them had their own similar, but uniquely refined flavour that had Mel drooling all over them by the time she was done switching back and forth, thoroughly sampling them both. Her long, forked tongue was very good at dragging as much taste as she could out of each of them, swiping over their faces, their busts, digging deep into their cleavage. It was good at painting them down in a thorough layer of spit, too. She felt that faint rumble in Mira's chest after she gave them enough attention, and then Mahiri's too, not long afterwards. Felines could never resist getting so much attention.

Mel could make it even more worth their while to stop fighting so much. Dipping her beak down, she lashed her tail through the air and shoved her sloppy tongue right between Mira's thighs to take a thorough sample of the warmth of her pussy. It tasted just as good as the rest of her. She stroked over it until the pantheress was squirming, grinding back into those slurps, getting just as wet as the tongue that got her that way. Mel ate her out until Mahiri was mrowling for a different reason. The leopardess wanted her turn, and the beast was happy to oblige. She wasn't going to be subtle about it.

Sloppily eating out Mahiri, then Mira again, then back, and forth until their flavours had mingled on her palate eventually left Mel unbearable horny. She still had some control over herself when she was in that form, but she could only hold back for so long. What she needed was one of those deliciously juicy cat cunts all wrapped around her flexible dick. There was just the question of who she was going to fuck first. Each of them called to her just as much, rumbling, squirming, rubbing their thighs together to spread the gloss of lust over their fur. She just had to follow her whims.

Mira had been such a good cat for her, playing along with her desires. She deserved a cockatrice cock buried deep inside of her. Mel kept one scaly hand on Mahiri's chest, equally holding her down and squeezing her tits alike while she completely shrouded the black cat in her transformed body. Taking her from the front like that let her dip her haunches down and find her spot. A few rapid, inelegant thrusts eventually helped her find her mark. She pushed into those silken panther folds and spread Mira out around her monstrous girth, bringing a much more fearsome rumble from the black cat's throat.

Penetrating deep and filling Mira up with the constant leaking mess of precum pouring from her shaft, Mel savoured nothing. She had a goal in mind, and she was going to rut as hard as it took to get there. Slapping, slamming, claiming that pantheress brought all sorts of mrowls and mrahs from Mira's open mouth. Mahiri could only look on jealously while her sister got plowed by the bird-beast, sometimes giving a fussy, feisty growl while she squirmed all impatiently. Mel went to town on the sex all wrapped snug around her slick shaft. Her fuck-style was mostly brute force, but she made sure to use that flexible cock to stimulate Mira in all kinds of untouched places, if nothing else to get some even more impressive cat screams from her throat.

Watching the chubby cat jiggle from the force of those pounding hips was all it took to make Mel harder, to make her dick drip thicker and slicker precum, making an overflowing mess of Mira's pussy before either of them even came. Mel couldn't take all the credit for how drenched that black fur was getting. Mira was making a mess of herself, soaking, aching, clenching on that cock until she couldn't take anymore. Mel wasn't even trying to make her cum, but the sheer force of pounding, plunging, schlicking in and out of the pantheress was all it took to set her off. The cockatrice rocked right with the quivering cat until she finished just as hard.

An eruption of cockatrice cum pumping into Mira's womb eventually led to a jet of spunk shooting from her tender lips. Mel made even more of a mess of the pantheress, painting her down without even pulling out. She emptied her inner balls inside the black cat, and held herself there, heaving, breath steaming, shuddering with feral pleasure like the monster she was. It wasn't enough. She was still stiff, still throbbing with the need to fill soft, warm cats. It made Mira shriek to pull out that fast, but she didn't care. Mahiri was next, and she was taking that leopard exactly how she wanted.

A smack with her front foot striking against Mahiri's hip wasn't quite enough to convince the other cat to turn over. Mel just had to get forceful. She grabbed Mahiri, forced her on her face, and mounted that juicy ass from behind, crouching down atop the cat she wanted. A plap of cock to one of those spotty cheeks sent a satisfying jiggle through that ample curve. Mel humped and rubbed on those rosettes, shaft still slick with sex and cum, until she slipped between those cheeks. The piercing sound of protest just made her pursue her tight goal all the more eagerly.

With one foot on the back of Mahiri's head, Mel buried herself deep in that fine ass until she was plush with the spots, thumping up snug against the butt she so badly needed to fuck. There was continuous compliant from the leopardess, and Mel just fucked her hard for it. She loved the percussive mrow that came from Mahiri's lips every time she thumped against that taut rear. Mahiri might not have been as soft as her sister, but she still wobbled nicely when she was getting it so forcefully pounded. Mel reamed her with all the ferocity of the animal she'd become, until the feline sounds beneath her melted into a moan of acceptance when the leopard couldn't deny how good it felt anymore.

Mira slipped back to lean against the wall, her pussy still an overflowing well of cockatrice cum as she watched her sister getting fucked. Mahiri rolled with the blows in time, tightly kneading on Mel's dick the more worked up she got. She was quivering just right. Those trembling contractions told Mel just how much the leopard loved getting her ass stuffed, not that it made much of a difference for her. She kept on pounding until her dick started to twitch, overtaken by the milking pressure of Mahiri clamping down on her. Without so much as a touch to that dripping pussy, she got the leopard on the cusp, on the very edge of climax, and went right along with her.

In a shaking, screeching orgasm even more violent than the first, Mel filled the leopard up with cum while she felt the distinct flexes of Mahiri hitting her peak at the very same time. They milked each other, with Mel making that cat cum through her ass. A grinding, squeezing anal orgasm like that kept the cockatrice cumming until the leopardess had a little belly full of beast spunk. Even when Mel pulled back to escape that clamping grip, she still had more to splash all over those pretty spots, painting the cat down in a pleasing scent of hybrid spunk until she finally trickled to a close.

A panting finish might have been the perfect moment to rest, even for a transformed beast. Mel was instead licking her chops. She glanced at Mira, then simply reached out and seized her by the ankle to drag her over. The panther briefly exclaimed, but that was the most she gave. She was still drained, still satisfied. Mahiri rolled over, laying atop the cum Mel had just coated her with, but she didn't get a chance to offer her contented purrs for long. The cockatrice looked over her two captives, the most recent eliminations in the games, and made her decision with ease. She knew who she wanted to eat first.

Cutting those pleased rumbles short by lifting herself and sitting her feathery ass right down atop Mahiri's face, Mel instead delighted in the muffled feline noises beneath her butt. She settled in with a wiggle of her hips to completely overtake Mahiri's features, and left the cat squirming beneath her, legs sticking out but not much else. That was a lot of bird atop her. She wasn't going anywhere. Mel smothered her like she was her nest, happily wriggling on her new cushion, and reached out to grasp Mira. The pantheress might have done more than faintly purr if she knew what was coming.

The cockatrice stared down her prey, drool visibly dripping from her toothy beak. She licked her chops loudly and just waited for the realization to gleam in Mira's violet eyes. That luscious black cat had plenty of meat on her bones, and Mel was positively feral for the thought of sliding all those curves down her throat. Only when she loomed closer and closer, finally licking her meal on the cheek did Mira seem to get the idea. She pulled back and instantly felt herself wrenched towards the bird's expanding jaws, face framed in beak and fangs, startled cries muffled by the tongue curling under her chin and slurping along her neck as Mel seized her dinner.

Mahiri heard nothing as Mel sat on her the whole time, pressing firmly over the leopard's face until that cat was quite intimately kissing up against a taut rim. She rubbed her hole against Mahiri's lips, riding her until that cat snout was all but a toy to slip inside of her. Mahiri pushing up at the beast's hips did nothing for her situation. She was at least a little turned on still about it all, even as she got squished to the floor by the weighty heft of a cockatrice rump. If she knew Mel was busy swallowing her twin sister whole, she might have made more of a fuss.

For as relaxed as Mira had been about everything, she was such a delightful squirmer. She made for an entertaining meal to squeeze into Mel's gullet, wriggling around like that as only a feline could. The first big squish of beaky maw around Mira's curves was just as satisfying as Mel had hoped. She pressed deep into the big cat's bust, then gnawed her way along, never harming but certainly nibbling that soft belly. The first big gulp resonated through her body as much as through the entire locked room itself. She guzzled that panther down. Every inch of her was worth savouring, and Mel didn't bother in the slightest when she needed her belly filled so badly.

The excited wiggles had her grinding on Mahiri's face all the more deeply in the process. Without even fully intending to get the process started just yet, she slipped her rim over the cat's face, slurping her inside until she could seal taut around the leopard's neck. Mahiri's resistance doubled in an instant, instantly digging her claws into Mel's hips to try to pry that bird butt off her head, but all the tugging only made the cockatrice clamp down more greedily. She didn't have to do much from there. Her body would do the work for her, flexing and kneading hard to drag Mahiri into the warmth of the dark tunnel that desired her. The pleasure of dragging in another cat at the same time as swallowing the first left Mel huffing around her prey, adding all the more heat to Mira's humid descend.

With a pair of tits bulging in her gullet, and her tongue curling between a pair of struggling thighs, Mel finally paused in the middle of the chaos to actually enjoy the moment. She squished over Mahiri's bust as she ate that cat with her ass, hugging taut around her, milking at her prostate like the leopard was nothing more than a toy. The pleasure only made her tighter, made her drag her butt-prey in faster, surrounding Mahiri with scrunching, crackling flesh, burying her in the intense heat. It was hard to say whose situation was less comfortable, but the leopard's was definitely more humiliating.

One heavy toss of her head and deep slurp of Mira's creamed pussy hurried things along. Mel whipped her beak towards the ceiling so sharply she almost lost her prey for a moment. A chomp of teeth around the panther's thick thighs kept her in place. From there it was a matter of loudly slurping those long legs down, along with the black cat's smooth tail. Mel polished off her first meal in spit-misting, sloppy glory. She made sure to let that lashing tail dangle from her beak at the very end, so she could make a show of slurping it up like the fluffy noodle it was to her. One delicious cat down, one more to fully claim.

Once Mira descended down the peafowl girl's neck and thudded into a sagging, sloshing gut, there was even more weight on top of Mahiri. Mel didn't waste a moment. She turned her full attention towards dragging the leopard away, rolling her hips back to grind on the butt-toy she'd made out of Mahiri. Riding her as much as consuming her made those insides intensely tight, almost crushing at times as she swallowed past the cat's waist and squeezed that fine ass with her own. Cum was still dripping from the hole Mel had so thoroughly mated. There wasn't quite as much fight in Mahiri by the end, if only for the lack of air and constant squeezing around her every single trapped muscle.

When only that spotty tail was lashing about beneath the cockatrice's own, Mel settled forward with her rump raised high to let it swing through the air one last time. Then she squeezed a little harder and sent Mahiri on the long journey through her intestines to finally meet her sister in the gurgling cauldron that was her gut. It swelled out impressively with two cats tucked away within, pressing right down to the floor with the transformed bird perched atop it. Mel couldn't help but occasionally hump the bulge she'd turned them into. All the lust and satisfaction she felt at once only served to get the juices flowing all the more swiftly.

An aggressive glurrrrrn came with the belly walls clamping inwards on the twins, forcing them together in a bundle of writhing, mrowling alarm. Mel kept thrusting. She was making a precummy mess of her belly while she digested them both at once, sloshing and kneading over their slowly but discernible softening bodies. She wasn't actually sure which one was which anymore. That distinction was going to be even more unclear the longer they stewed within her. She was assimilating them moment by moment, rapidly churning through their cushy bodies in anticipation of adding them to her own heft.

All those curves, all those soft shapes were going to look so good on her. She sped up. Sometimes she squawked, sometimes she groaned, but it hardly mattered when her belly was so very noisy. It was getting louder, getting more fearsome about burbling and gurgling all around her prey, about sloshing them down into smaller and smaller shapes. Sometimes she felt some serious give beneath her dick as she humped them, making their squirming forms less and less recognizable the longer they lingered in the unforgiving bath that was a cockatrice's digestive fluids.

With their struggles slowing to barely a thing and their forms melted into a mostly indistinct lump that vaguely resembled two cats, the twins were almost Mel's. The hybrid capped off her triumph and her filling meal with one more cumshot all over her shrinking belly just as she felt the decisive GLORP that came with her stomach walls suddenly lurching inwards, crushing the last squirms out of her two-course meal. Wiggling her tail and gnashing her teeth, the beast drooled and snarled her way through one more climax, cumming hard, painting herself and her surroundings in her unique scent until there was nothing but the faint rumble in her middle that came with her claiming the smaller, most easily digestible bits of Mahiri and Mira.

Slowly rolling over with her feet up in the air, Mel could already feel herself putting on some impressive weight. She'd taken on plenty of it to her ample ass, as if borrowing the curves from her prey. Her gut still wobbled with the added fat padded onto it, even as the bulge the cats had been shrank down to mostly smooth over. She wiggled happily until a heavy gurgle found its way up her throat and made her spread her beak wide open to let out a tremendous belch. It went on for several seconds straight, blasting out a bellow of sound and spit that culminated in a clattering trophy flinging across the room and littering the floor.

Two perfectly polished feline skulls were all that remained of the twins after their trip into the cockatrice. If she had any sort of grand speech prepared to proclaim them the big losers of the games, she was in no state to remember it or deliver it. A sprawled, prey-fattened bird riding out the lingering length of her transformation was statement enough. Mel was just going to remain right there, now that her contributions to the night's events were finished. The rest of the players had plenty more dangers ahead of them even with the cockatrice taking a deep, well-fed nap.

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"Now just wait right there, and ... "

Mel stopped. They were gone. They should have been right there. She had only looked away for a moment. Yet those cats had completely vanished from her sight, ducking down behind something or other in that feline way until she finally noticed the clicking of the locked gate just beside her. The bars had a solid lock on them, but it was nothing the leopard couldn't pick. Mahiri looked up as the door swung open in front of her, with the black cat looming just behind her like a shadow.

It was time. She had to trigger the transformation early, had to focus, but in scrambling for that little pill she instead dropped it to the cold floor beneath her. The twins were upon her like the cats they were, pouncing upon the bird before she could get away. They were bigger than her. Stronger too, especially when they were working together. The first order of business was simply to take her by the arms and hold her in place, no matter how much she squirmed about it. Surrounded by their rumbles and their glares, she couldn't help but fuss about all her plans falling apart in front of her.

"No no no, this isn't how it's supposed to go, how did you even get out of that, you must have ..."

Mahiri just held up a finger, painted claw extended. "It was a really good try, I liked the puzzle! I'm pretty good at getting into locks by now though. Couldn't be bothered, so I picked it while you weren't looking."

"I helped." Mira grinned at the captive cockatrice. "Now. I think it's question time."

Mel's attention darted from one cat to the other. They were both looking at her with such intensity. There was plenty of reason for them to be mad at her. She wanted to throw up her hands and tell them she wasn't in charge of things, she was just playing along, maybe even spin a sob story about being pressured into the whole thing by the ruthless gamemaster - the one who walked among them in their group. But it wouldn't have been true, and they kept her hands in place anyway. She watched them smile, followed the path of their swishing tails, listened to them purr - or was that more a rising growl of threat? It was time she accepted her defeat.

"So, what happened to the others, birdy? The ones you so unceremoniously sent down to the depths below?"

"They're ... they're not hurt! They shouldn't be. She'd wouldn't have - um, I mean, it's fine! It's just a slide to the next room. No harm done."

"Mmhm." Mira remained unimpressed, her tone still neutral, in that feline way. "And the others before us? We didn't see what happened, but they didn't make it here with us."

"That ... that I don't know for sure. I'm just in charge of this room. I don't even know who's even in charge of the other ones. All I know is I was supposed to get whoever was eliminated in this one ..."

"Get. I see." Mahiri slowly nodded, then she licked her lips. "I won't bother to ask what that might mean exactly. Instead, I'll give you the classic."

She leaned in extra close, and dropped her voice into a throaty growl.

"Who do you work for? Where's Scarecrow?"

Mel looked at her with alarm and confusion alike. Mira loudly laughed. Lacking an explanation for Mahiri's antics, the cockatrice could only stammer out an answer.

"I don't - I can't tell you. It's very important ..."

"Mmm." Mira spoke it like a moan, right next to Mel's head. "If you're not going to talk, we'll just have to get it out of you another way."

"We were going to do that anyway, of course." Mahiri got just as close, and added a long, scratchy slurp to Mel's cheek. "But it was worth a try."

"Wait!"

The cats did not wait. They dragged Mel off her feet, leaving those birdy feet kicking up in the air. They were so very warm, especially when they rumbled like that. Even just running their hands and claws alike over her heaving chest was making her feel all kinds of ways. It hardly felt like a punishment when they were already making her hard just from touching. Choosing to wear a skirt to go with her flirty villainess ensemble proved a mistake. She was already tenting it, and that just got more obvious when Mira squeezed one of her breasts and brought a little gasp from her beak.

They had such stimulating tongues. They were good with them, too. Of course they were. Mel found herself frozen, overwhelmed by the sensation of them licking her everywhere they could find bare feathers. From her face, down the side of her neck, and into her cleavage, the twins inundated her with attention. As far as interrogation methods went, it was far from torturous, and yet Mel still found herself nearly letting her words slip nonetheless. They were relentless in tasting her. It left the question open of just how much danger she was truly in. Without her pill, with her transformed, powerful form, she was just a shy bird with pretty feathers in the clutches of two big cats.

Their next deadly trick was to kiss her all over. Mahiri toyed with the strap of Mel's top, pulling it down over her shoulder. Mira lifted up that skirt so that the bird couldn't hide her arousal from the pair. When the stripping process was too slow for Mahiri, the claws came out. She was ever so precise, cutting a fine seam down the side of Mel's poor top. Just like that, and it was ruined, easily stripped away to reveal more of those elegant feathers. The leopard laid a big smooch on her bust once that was mostly revealed, groping with a free hand until she could simply pull the bra right off her prey. The snap of a strap made Mel flinch.

With so much more of her exposed, she was helpless to resist their tongues, their lips, even their teeth. Those nibbles were gentle, barely even touching the skin beneath her feathers, but she felt every single one of them. Their rumbles were only getting deeper. Mira pressed her fingers deep into that rich plumage and ever so slowly dragged her extended claws along Mel's side, not quite firmly enough to cut, but she certainly provided a good scratch. The dull thwap of two excited feline tails hitting the floor was the only other sound to go with the constant, powerful purring the pair was putting out, at least until one of them spoke again at last.

"I don't think you're really that bad," Mira said, looming above the prone bird. "Look how cute you are when you're all flustered."

The pantheress didn't let up with the tease. She ran her hand down Mel's side, over her hip, and then along her thigh until she finally reached right up the fallen cockatrice's skirt. It only took her a moment to find what she was looking for. With her fingers all wrapped around that stiff avian shaft, she gripped loosely, barely squeezing, yet a slow, soft stroke like that was nonetheless enough to make Mel absolutely drip on herself. She was throbbing in that loose grasp, clenching her beak, trying not to moan, or whimper, or otherwise let on just how much they were getting to her. As for the information they were trying to get out of her, she couldn't even remember it anymore. All her thoughts were about them.

When she thought she couldn't be teased and edged anymore, Mahiri rose up on her knees above her and began to remove her top. That bust was so massive, so ample and perky all wrapped up under even just an ordinary shirt. It was every bit as bouncy in a bra, and without alike. Mahiri wasted little time stripping right down until she was topless, tits jiggling right in front of Mel's face. Then closer, and closer still, until the peafowl found herself utterly smothered between a pair of soft, fluffy breasts that overtook her with soft, warm sensations and the pleasantly welcoming scent

"Let's see how long you can last under there. Then we'll see if you're in a talking mood."

"Hmmf!" was all Mel could offer. It was part protest, part her finally getting out the sounds of pleasure she'd been desperately holding in for so long.

"Mmmhmm, yes, go on." Mahiri took hold of her breasts just so she could rub them all over Mel's beaky face. "We'll break you yet. Such a stubborn birdy."

Meanwhile, Mira was rubbing more generously, stroking the cockatrice's entire cock until it was leaking all over her dark fingers. She paused only briefly to bring her hand to her lips and lick it clean, then she was right back to it. Mel could barely breathe. Every shuddering breath she took was filled with the warmth of the leopardess flooding her senses. Mahiri wiggled back and forth just to make sure she was rubbing her tits all over the bird's face from every possible angle, barely giving her a chance to breathe, pressing down more and more firmly to utterly immerse the supposed villain in squishy feline cleavage.

Mel was ready to tap out. In fact, she tried to, tapping her palm on the hard floor, but the cats ignored it. She lifted up her hips, grinding into Mira's grip, and gave another muffled cry in an attempt to free herself from Mahiri's bosom before she suffocated. It would have been an excellent way to go as far as she was concerned, but she struggled nonetheless. Eventually, Mahiri relented, letting Mel gasp and pant when the cat finally lifted up from her face. Mira certainly didn't stop, bringing that bird right to a dripping, every outright spurting edge but never fully sending her over and letting her cum. Just when Mel thought she was close, the pantheress stopped stroking, loosened her grip, and just let that dick twitch against her open palm for as long as it took for the cockatrice to calm down enough so the black cat could jerk her off some more.

"So? Anything to say now?" Mahiri wore such a devious smile, her green eyes reflecting the artificial light, she looked almost like a demon. That would have explained the perfect tits.

"I don't even remember what you want anymore ... " Mel said, softly.

The leopardess shrugged. Her bust bounced about with even that small movement. "Me neither, honestly. This is fun though. I wonder what sort of sounds you'll make once we go down on you."

Mira looked up from her work, finally letting go of that shaft. Her paw was all streaked with precum, but instead of licking it off she just reached off and clapped it against Mahiri's face. The initial mrah of protest was soon followed by the leopard licking those digits clean, then sucking on each of her sister's fingers in turn. Her eyes were on Mel the whole time. The bird watched them in that act of subtle incest, and found herself just all the more desperately turned on. Her entire lower body was quivering with desire, with the aching, back-arching need for release, but she just couldn't get it. She wasn't going to have to wait long if the looks those cats were exchanging were anything to go by.

The twins didn't need a further word. They had that silent language they spoke, knowing each other's minds so well. Dipping their heads down, they shared in the absolute tease that was licking their way along the bird's mostly naked body. Over her arms, along her breasts, her middle, then her waist. They lifted a moment just to get their heads under her skirt, crowding together, cheek to cheek just so they could share in a smooch on that quivering bird cock until it spat a thick gob of precum right in their faces. Mahiri licked it from her lips as Mira went in for the first suck.

"Ahhh, noooo ..." Those were the first words out of Mel's beak - not because she didn't want exactly that to happen, but because she knew she was going to completely lose herself to all the pleasures they could give her once they started.

It was far too late. Though she faintly tapped and pushed at their heads, she wasn't getting them off of her. Mira slipped her way down every inch of Mel's shaft until she bottomed out with her lips kissing against a feathery groin. There she lingered for a few moments, not quite sucking, simply holding. A gulp of the juices Mel was giving her preceded the cat slowly, tormentuously sliding her way back up, dragging her tongue the whole way, tasting, sampling, pleasuring that captive cockatrice all the way up to wetly pop right off the tip. All Mel could do about it was lay her hands down and scratch at the floor with her talons, trying to brace herself. It was no use.

Mahiri was next. She didn't go down on Mel quite so luxuriously. Instead, she opened up and just glomped that whole cock at once, even if it meant swallowing some of it. There she bobbed a few times, pressing her face down into the crotch feathers of the exotic bird she was sucking. Mel's chest rose and fell with every sloppy schlurk of leopard lips and tongue and gullet working over her, massaging her, claiming her, making her submit to the big cats dominating her with all the ecstasy they were foisting upon her. Buried in that middle, she forgot all about her villainous ambitions and submitted to the rising orgasm working through her internal balls.

Just when she was about to finish, Mel felt that comparatively chilling contrast that came with the absence of a warm mouth wrapped around her cock. She didn't have to feel that for long. The twins swapped once more, letting Mira get to work, showing off her skills, elegantly dipping and diving down that shaft and rising up just as quickly. She swallowed the gushes of precum, she massaged and sucked as firmly as she slipped up and down, and she let Mahiri resume right where she left off when she rose up for air. They spent less and less time sucking on her as they went, sharing in the taste of their exotic captive, working together to give what felt more or less like one continuous blowjob to shatter poor Mel's mind.

She couldn't take it anymore. The cats were going to get exactly what they were working so hard to get, sloppily sucking her off until Mel simply erupted for them. She didn't even get a chance to warn them. A screech of sorts left her beak when she finally went off, leaving her shooting a whole mess of cockatrice cum right down one of their throats. She wasn't sure which, and it didn't matter, because they were soon taking turns swallowing her seed right from the source. When that satisfied them, Mira pulled her top roughly down just so Mel had the privilege of getting jerked off by two different hands and cumming all over a pair of pretty faces and tits alike. She soaked their fur with the sheer excess they helped her work up, splattering their gorgeous pelts, painting them down with a clinging layer of spunk so deftly milked out by two expert interrogators.

The twins let that moment linger. Mel laid there with her eyes closed, but she opened them when she heard the slick smooch they shared. The pair made out right in front of her without so much as a hint of shame, even exchanging tongues when they weren't simply licking the cum from each other's faces. Then breasts. Mahiri even slipped in to suck on Mira's tit nice and firmly, nibbling as well until she got a sharp feline cry from her sister. Yet the attention wasn't for each other for long. They turned their gazes back in near unison, smiles equally devious, eyes similarly glimmering. Mel squirmed away from the deviously sexy sight of them staring her down like that.

"Hnnnf ... I'll tell you ... whatever it is ... just ... I can't ... no more ..."

Mahiri looked at Mira. "Does it matter anymore?"

"I don't think so. We're already way past that."

"Then what ..."

That was as far as Mel got. The rest was nothing but desperate moaning and squirming around so much she lost a feather or two in the struggle. When the cats were at rest, they appeared so slow and luxuriant, but they could move fast when they wanted to. She wasn't sure which of them got which side of her. Her vision was soon blotted out into darkness by the feline rear pressing firmly down on her face. If she thought she was getting smothered before, she was about to go so much deeper.

It was Mahiri who took up residence atop that beak, letting it gloss against her tender pussy. Mira didn't hold anything back either. Mel was every bit as hard as she was before they both made her cum all over them. The pantheress only had to kneel on either side of the cockatrice's hips, and slowly settle herself down on that stiff, ready dick. Every one of Mel's sighs and groans came muffled in kitty pussy as she felt herself sheathing inside Mira, wrapped so snugly in the wettest sex she'd ever felt. For as aloof and feline as the black cat had been acting, she was every bit as turned on as Mel.

Mahiri was every bit as tight as her twin. That made itself clear when she settled down not just on Mel's face, but right over it. She conquered that beak without so much as flinching, stuffing it deeply inside herself so she could clench on it hard enough to keep Mel from calling out. Any words of protest she might have given would have fallen on deaf ears anyway. They weren't interrogating her anymore, they were dominating her, breaking her, humiliating her over her easy defeat. Maybe even worse than that.

It only occurred to her to be alarmed rather than just embarrassed when Mel found herself slipping even more deeply into Mahiri. One good flex on her entire head brought her even deeper, overtaking her entire head at once. She wasn't just riding her extra hard, she was claiming the whole bird. Mel jolted in realization, far too late. The grip was already so tight around her features, smothering her in feline fragrance, drenching her in liquid lust, that she wasn't going anywhere but deeper. When she tried to reach up and pry the spotty cat off of her, she found her arms shaking with the pleasure pouring over her thanks to the pantheress bouncing and thumping atop her cock.

Even in rising distress, Mel still moaned, muffled deep inside the leopardess. Mira's pussy felt too good to keep silent about it. Her hands slowly drifted down from Mahiri's hips to instead reach out and clutch the black cat's, and feel her riding, lunging, even slamming herself down on that captive bird. Arching her back and lifting her hips, only to get them smacked down is Mel's way of showing how much she's enjoying herself, no matter the danger. Mahiri might just be teasing. Surely she wouldn't go all the way, even if she was presently slurping and squeezing right over Mel's shoulders. The soft, trim bird fit surprisingly well inside that sopping wet, fiercely clenching cunt.

The harder Mira took Mel's cock inside her, the more Mahiri clenched down and sucked the captive bird down. She wasn't even sitting on Mel anymore. Instead, she leaned back, her legs parted wide, and grabbed at the cockatrice's arms to help stuff her away all the more swiftly. She was starting to swell with the bulge in her womb pushing out on her belly. Getting all round and pregnant-looking didn't stop her. She kept on noisily swallowing down her prey, humping, grinding, and always squeezing hard. Mel's feathers were absolutely glazed, her senses were overpowered by the horny scent she was immersed in, and the warm, constant kneading of her slick surroundings had a way of soothing her.

Until she blew another load, anyway. Just as before, the climax hit her, shocking her with the sudden surge of pleasure glowing through her entire body at once. She came so hard she blanked out. The lack of air surely didn't help. Flooding Mira's pussy until her womb was nearly as stuffed as Mahiri's own, emptying everything out in one quivering, pulsing blast of bird spunk was the tribute she gave those velvety lips all wrapped around her shaft. Mira drained everything from her just in time for Mahiri's pussy to loudly schlorp over Mel's waist. The pantheress withdrew in one long, smooth slide off that dripping cockatrice cock, and left it at that.

Writhing, scrambling, scraping her talons along the floor, Mel was left to contend in the afterglow that Mahiri really was eating her. There was no going back, and no slipping free, no matter how slippery it was. The walls hugged her, the warmth of the leopard's womb embraced her, and she simply gave in. At least for a time. It felt so much easier to gasp and sigh her way through the last slick slurps, faintly twitching in arousal and overstimulation alike when Mahiri glossed over her only slightly softened cock in the process of consuming her.

After a lengthy drag over Mel's thighs, and an even longer extended slurp along the cockatrice's lengthy hybrid tail, it was almost over. Mahiri dug her heels into the floor as she worked over the last of her prey, letting that tail wiggle about between her legs until Mira just grabbed it to assist in stuffing it into her sister. A mist of juices was Mel's grand finale. Mahiri sat back, thighs parted, and brought both hands to her belly to fondly rub the bird she just unbirthed. She didn't get long to relax. Mira was upon her like the devious cat she was. She pounced and stuffed her muzzle between her sister's thighs to further tease that drenched sex with her lips and tongue. Even within the leopard, Mel could still hear the resulting screeches and snarls of pleasure echoing through the flesh that surrounded her. Mira didn't let up.

Slopping, slurping, drooling, and drinking down all the lust that poured from Mahiri's pussy got the leopard all sorts of worked up. She was clawing and biting at the air, and jostling around her prey plenty in the process. Mel's hopes of simply having a snug place to stay was swiftly demolished by the aggressive squeezes working her down, squishing her, juicing her, absorbing her when not simply transforming her into a fresh mess of femcum to squirt out all thanks to Mira's tongue. The pantheress stroked up and down with her tongue, she wrapped her whole mouth around those tender pussy lips, she even pushed right inside to lick-fuck her sister until Mahiri could do nothing but scream and roar at equal volume.

Mel melted smoothly down with every flex of the walls around her. She could feel herself softening. It didn't hurt, but it was overwhelmingly stimulating right up to the moment it wasn't. She started to go numb, both in body and in mind, no longer panicking, no longer fussing. If it was her fate to be gushed out of a leopard's pussy, then she was just going to have to accept it. She still faintly wiggled down to the very end, experiencing not quite an orgasm but certainly a rush of sensation until it all went blank.

One good clench brought forth a juicy glissssh that extended like a hiss within the leopard's womb. She juiced that bird and instantly lost herself in a haze of pleasure. Mira remained right where she was, even if it meant drinking down much of what Mel had become. Mahiri gushed all over Mira's face, leaving the panther to guzzle what she could, and wear all the rest. The juices that had been the pretty bird drizzled down over those black tits, glossing them, matting them. Mira stayed there until she found herself suddenly sputtering. It wasn't the juices that did it, but the sodden peacock feather she ended up spitting out as she rose up.

Mahiri was too busy moaning and squirting to laugh at her. Mira stroked down her twin's thighs to finish watching that orgasm subside. It seemed to relent for a moment, only to intensify with a sudden lift of Mahiri's ass from the floor, grinding at the air as she worked the last of Mel out. It was no trickle. Instead, juices jetted and sprayed around the outline of something solid, if softened. A few more squeezes and Mahiri birthed Mel back into the world, but only as a hollowed, empty bird skull that clattered to the floor in the puddle she'd made of the lovely peafowl girl.

It was finally time for Mahiri to slump. She might have just passed out from bliss if Mira didn't grab her by the wrist and pull her into a soft, purring embrace. They both chuckled at the messy aftermath.

"Well. I guess that shows her." Mahiri panted as she spoke.

"Don't feel bad. I'm almost totally certain she was planning something awful for us." Mira ran her fingers through her sister's hair for the moment, content to simply enjoy the aftermath with her, even if she was still horny.

"Now what?"

"Now we find a way out. And a way to help the others, if we can. Let's not get too ambitious."

Mahiri closed her eyes and laid her head back against the panther's bust. "Mmmm. She felt so good. You get the next one."

"I'm hoping there won't be a next one." Mira laughed softly. "At least not in these circumstances. But I will hold you to that anyway."

A smooch on the head, and the sisters relaxed, for now. They'd escaped and humiliated their captor, but there was still plenty more to do before they could call themselves safe. Working together, they were bound to find an exit in time, hopefully before the other dangers found them.

Chapter V

This door was less crudely constructed than the rest. Everything had been sturdy and functional, but rather than loudly rattle open, it slid up with a smooth vwoop like they were about to enter a spaceship. The room on the other side was dark, with no visible puzzles, traps, or lurking beasts ready to attack them. There were no screams, no speakers. It was like they'd stumbled into part of the maze none of them were supposed to find. All they could do was wait.

With only four of them remaining, there weren't many suspects left. Shoa looked over at the muscled pair as they all entered the dark room ahead together. The hyena was smart and seemed almost too good at the puzzles and challenges - but why would she trivialize such elaborately staged challenges if she was in on them? Alli was big and strong, but she didn't seem the sort to plan the night's events out, no offense meant to her. The otter knew it wasn't him, and the kindly pig girl had been so helpful keeping him safe. She'd probably saved his life. There was no way he could suspect Anna.

After an extended silence, Kijana finally strode to the middle of the room and cleared her throat, speaking loudly to a figure none of them could see.

"Go ahead. Do what you're going to do. I know you're watching us, somewhere."

She didn't sound especially pleased with herself. It wasn't some grand reveal of her villainy. She was offering a challenge, and in time, the unseen entity accepted. Though there was no speaker in sight, a muffled voice answered in a tone decidedly unimpressed.

"Kijana. I should have known it'd be you. Such a well-developed mind and body alike - but I know even you aren't immune to your animal instincts."

The room soon grew dark as a mist rose up in the air, blanketing everything in fog. Alli coughed the moment she breathed even a hint of it. Then she felt something sharp jab her in the leg. She barely got a glimpse of the hyena pulling the syringe back, just in time. When she breathed in, everything felt normal again. The purplish gas flooding the room tasted faintly flowery, but it was otherwise harmless with what must have been an antidote running through her veins. The small dose she'd swallowed did make her hard, though. It was an instant reaction that made her unsheath and firm up without pause. A full engorged, knotted cock bulged in the bottom of her uniform, leaving her to snort and faintly whimper as she struggled against the strain of her newfound lust for anyone and anything.

"You should be fine. Just breathe. Don't speak. It'll get out of your system shortly." Kijana's tone was warm and reassuring.

In the haze, it was hard to see what had become of the other two. Alli squinted, but she couldn't see them. As best she could tell, it was only the two of them in that chamber, swimming in that mysterious concoction, awaiting the results that never came. The voice returned, this time sounding furious.

"What? What's happening? Why aren't you tearing each other apart? You can't hold your breath forever!"

"Xyria." Kijana spoke like she was scolding a student who had spoken out of turn. "Open the door. Perhaps I can give you some pointers on your formula."

"Is that how it is?" The voice's fury was palpable. They seemed to take a moment to settle down. "Very well. I do not fear a mind bound by the shackles of academia."

They spat that word like it tasted bad in their mouth. Alli stood scratching her head the whole time. She was very much a bystander for what seemed to be a long-awaited duel. As long as she found a way to deal with her utterly raging hard-on, she was happy to be the dumb muscle - not that Kijana looked like the sort who needed the backup. A hidden door slid open on what had looked like a sheer wall moments ago, and the hyena stepped forth, gesturing for the wolf to follow.

The laboratory setting on the other side was alight with blinking consoles and bubbling concoctions. A partly-concealed dragoness looked up at them when they entered, and quickly slammed her first down on a control panel to close the door behind them. She slowly reached up to unfasten the gas mask she wore over her muzzle. It was similar to the one the cloaked figure had worn on the screen, but a slightly different style, nor was she hooded.

"So it was you," Alli said, pointing her figure at the big blue figure regarding them.

Xyria scoffed. "Of course you'd think that. But there are still more surprises to be unveiled tonight. Good job leaving that poor otter all alone with his cute new friend."

"That may be so, but you are the one I'm after." Kijana stood firm, slowly approaching.

"What are you going to do? Arrest me?"

Alli couldn't help but notice that even as Xyria spoke all defiantly, she was backing away from the approaching hyena. As big as that dragon was, the hyena was bigger.

Kijana tugged at her collar and rolled her neck a few times, as if warming up for a workout. "That wouldn't teach you a proper lesson. I have been itching to get out of this ill-fitting uniform."

"Oh thank god, I'm so fucking horny ..." Alli said, mostly muttering to herself.

The dark smile cast across the dragoness' features faded a little more with every passing moment her intended test subjects proved completely unaffected by the substance she'd tried to drug them with. Accounting for a delay, for their bulky bodies to be slow to take to the intoxication awaiting them wasn't doing her any good. Her glorious and gruesome victory over her intellectual rival was coming apart by the moment.

"It should be ... it should be any second. There is no possible chance you've synthesized a cure. My concoctions would be impossible for you to understand ..."

"All it took was a small sample." Kijana delivered that news bluntly, never quite mocking. She simply sounded disappointed. "Your formulas are basic enough. I see no reason to take such unearned pride."

Hearing the professional disdain was so much worse than anger or righteous fury. To think that she could be defeated before she even began was enough to leave Xyria scrambling, to leave her looking for something she could spring on the two of them at the last moment. Surely such a clever villain as her always had a plan.

"No! This is not how it was supposed to go! A physical confrontation is the best you can manage?" Xyria was upset enough at the turn of events that she ended up tossing some of her lab equipment at them. It did little to slow their approach.

Amid the crash and shatter of various implements, the muscular pair just kept getting closer. Their bulk had a way of making the dragoness seem so very small and soft.

" ... wait. Wait!" Xyria was backed up to the wall. "Surely someone as intelligent as you would prefer a battle of wits, and not something so base and ... and primal."

Even as the dragoness spoke it, it was starting to sound like she was getting turned on by the idea too. She tugged at her lab coat. She idly pulled off one of her gloves. If she was going to put up a fight, she was running out of time. The hyena turned to the wolf, and for the first time since it had all begun, she flashed a smile.

"I'm glad you're here for this. Let's show her what we think of her game, shall we?"

"Personally I thought it really fucking sucked." Alli was savagely beaming.

All it took was the two of them to look like a pack, bearing down on their prey, circling, snarling, snickering. Xyria was surrounded by their lustful sounds as they crept forth. Of course she was getting hard. Just looking into their dark eyes, watching them bulge the bottoms of those contestant uniforms. It didn't take them long to start stripping those off. They pulled at them as they walked, dragging them over their heads with a toss of braids or messy hair. There were all kinds of tantalizing scents present in that room, steaming from beakers and other places, but none of those artificial pheromones could compare to those coming off the pair of huge, strong, lightly sweaty ladies and the thick, dark tufts on all the spots where their finest musk accumulated.

One last attempt by the dragoness at defending herself, hands raised, was quickly swatted away. They got their hands on her. Alli groped and even smacked her on the hip and ass. Kijana meanwhile went right for her throat. Not with her teeth, but simply reaching out to wrap her fingers snugly around the scaled gullet of the blue dragon who stared up at her with a look of gradually increasing acceptance. Maybe she'd earned this. There had to have been a miscalculation somewhere that had led to everything coming down at once. If not for moral reasons, then professional ones made her deserve the forthcoming consequences.

Xyria had to lick her lips to keep from drooling on herself. She caught it just in time. Just being in the same room as the naked pair was enough to make her taste the rich essence of that pair. Warm, smoky wolfess golden brown, and savoury, spicy hyena made for such an overpowering cocktail. That was just them at rest. She traced her gaze over their taut, muscled forms, watching their twitching desire rise to dripping. Kijana was right behind Alli in terms of getting rigid with need. Her cock was even bigger than the wolf's, a fat uncut slab of hyena meat that visibly shot another spurt of sense-slathering precum with every urgent flex running from her tufted nuts to her thick tip all wrapped up in foreskin. Watching her drawing that back and forth over the head of her dick with a distinctly slick sound had the dragoness biting her lip to keep from making any submissive noises she might have regretted.

When Kijana reached out to take the dragon by one of her horns, Xyria didn't bat that hand away. She dipped her head down a little, unable to even look at the two of them. She was supposed to be the big bad villain, revelling in her horrible plans coming to life before her. Her deadly creation was supposed to usher in her dominance. She shouldn't have been so horny for a pair of big, muscular beasts like that. They took to removing her coat, then stripping down the outfit she had beneath. All those straps, all the leather, everything she needed to look as sinister as she hoped to be soon ended up as a pile of material on the floor of her lab.

Alli couldn't help herself anymore. She went in for a chomp, assuming those scales were tough enough to resist her teeth. She was right to an extent, but Xyria still felt it when those jaws clamped down on the spot between her neck and shoulder. It was enough to make a dragon whimper. She couldn't hold that back any longer. Nor could she keep from huffing when Kijana came in to take a long lick with a sloppy hyena tongue from one of her breasts, all the way up to her face. The pair overpowered her, flattened her against the wall, smothered her in their scents until she swore she could feel their essence clinging to her hide, and all she could do was throb and drip alike the entire time.

"This is all very impressive, what you've managed to build here." Kijana wasn't mocking in her tone. She was stating facts. "Yet you'll soon see there is so much more to learn. We'll teach you the lesson you deserve."

A yank at one of those horns pulled her in one direction, and then another brought her back the other way. The pair was playfully fighting over her while they tasted her, while they chewed on her, while they groped and scratched their claws along the glistening surface of her gem-like scales. Alli got her hand snugly wrapped one of those fine dragon tits and squeezed hard, until her bicep was bulging with the effort and Xyria was moaning for mercy she wasn't going to get. The wolfess had been mostly going with the flow until then. It was time for her to throw in some taunting of her own.

"I don't know what half the shit around me even is right now, but that really doesn't matter, does it? All those smarts aren't going to mean much when I'm ramming my knot inside every hole I can find."

The wolf gave a kick to the back of her knee that went right along with the hyena shoving her head down. She sank to her knees before the pair, surrounded by the steaming, thumping cocks. They utterly oozed down on her face when she dared look up at them. Kijana and Alli were very much on the same page, ready to dominate and humiliate alike. One, as the culmination of a long chase, and the other simply to get her revenge for getting put through so many dangerous games. She was the first one to swing her hips and slap the dragon right on the cheek with a wet, dripping wolf cock, and the hyena's deep snicker was the only warning Xyria got before she took a follow up clubbing from the professor's fat dick.

Those two blows alone were enough to leave her scales thoroughly slathered in a clinging layer of musk. Though the pair was plenty sweaty after all their excursions through the danger of the games, their scents consistently delighted Xyria's senses even as they clouded her mind. It was so good to choke on, huffing it right from their engorged cocks, tasting it dripping from their tips. If she truly was furious about getting her private space invaded like that, it was the perfect opportunity to fight back, to bite and scratch when they were most vulnerable. Instead, she laid a little kiss on the tip of the hyena's dick, lapping at the heavy bead of precum until it stained and saturated her entire palate.

In a single taste, she was obsessed. Just a little, she told herself. Turning her head to the side, she sampled the wolfess just as thoroughly, and found herself similarly infatuated by the similarly powerful yet different flavour. The wolf's was more direct, immediately overpowering, and the hyena's was more refined, taking its time to really overpower her mind and will alike. Her eyes were watering from a single swipe of her tongue over each of them, and she could no longer help the cascade of dragon drool dribbling down her chin. They were worth looking stupid for.

"You've done a lot of bad things," Kijana said, her voice rumbling. There was a little anger there, a little bit of a threat, until she lightened up to something more playful. "If you're especially good, I may forgive some of it. I do enjoy seeing a villain on her knees, worshipping my dick. Start cleaning."

Xyria knew exactly what to do. She didn't try to get her mouth around that mammoth cock just yet. Instead, she stuck her flexible tongue out to slip it right under the heavy foreskin wrapped all snug around the head of the hyena's shaft. That was where the best flavour was, where she could swirl and drag to please the titan towering above her. The musk drenching her tongue sent a tingle directly to her brain, zapping her with the urge to serve. Her reward was an accumulating mess for her to kiss and suck from the tip, swallowing down that mouthful of hyena prejizz with a shudder of ecstasy.

She was making a mess of herself. Pulsing, throbbing, clenching up tight in anticipation of being taken by the two of them had her all but forming a puddle beneath her kneeling form. Her muscles twitched and tensed with a will all their own. She lost herself in the praise she offered to the hyena, sucking just a little of her cock, cleaning under that thick skin, curling her tongue to lap over the contours just to make sure she got absolutely everything. The only thing that could break her from her rapturous stupor was another smack of knotted cock against her cheek. Alli snapped her fingers and spoke impatiently in a language Xyria didn't understand, or maybe she'd just forgotten what words were.

It was time to make the swap. Even when she wasn't licking the hyena's cock, that flavour still lingered in her senses. She set to further overpower herself by pushing her tongue right over the length of that thick wolf cock. A curl to swipe across the urgently throbbing knot gave her a good idea of just how horny that canine was for her. Alli did breath a tiny sample of her concoction after all. The lust was wafting off of that golden brown wolfess, and the dragon wanted more. Without a foreskin to dip her tongue into, Xyria was just going to have to improvise.

Pushing her tongue right into the rolled-back sheath beneath Alli's knot gave her everything she needed. The wolf huffed hotly above her and said something else, perhaps cursing, but in an approving way. All Xyria needed to do was swirl her tongue just like before to get herself utterly flooded with further flavours that combined with the ones already imprinted upon her every taste bud. She felt like she was never going to get that out, and she loved it. Slopping her way around and eventually out so she could suck right on the tuft of darker, thicker fur striped down the middle of the wolf's nuts kept her in the middle of her musk-high. Draining the sweat directly from all that thick fluff left her audibly gulping, and only wanting more.

"Okay. Hup hup!" Alli spoke like a personal trainer when she grabbed the dragon by the horns to direct her. " Bad girls give the best head, so I'm told. Onwards, big blue puttana!"

That word, she did understand, well enough. With the wolf gripping her like a bicycle, she could only open up and get yanked around until she was in position. A sweet, slow suckle was off the table. Alli found a hole and rammed forth until Xyria had that fat knot wedged behind her teeth. She might even have gagged, if she was less talented at what she did. Instead, she met that aggressive challenge with all the sloppy sucking any wolf could have wanted. All the drool she'd been working up made things even wetter, and noisier too. Schlip-schlop went the dragon's lips, diving up and down the wolf's dick, meeting those fierce thrusts with just as much enthusiasm as they were given.

Smacking snout-first into the tufty fur poised over the base of that stiff cock left her consistently inhaling the sweatiest, smokiest samples of Alli she could want. She was drowning in the best of of ways, getting her throat fucked and her mouth knotted. The concerning glurk that came with her getting a dick jammed right down her gullet did nothing to dissuade her from sucking the fuck out of Alli's cock. The wolf took full advantage of that totally subservience to fuck the scaly mastermind's face hard enough to sent sent a steady shake through Xyria's curves on every sweaty smack of tufty wolf nuts against her chin.

If she was going to be facefucked to unconsciousness by one of her potential test subjects, by someone who didn't even begin to understand her brilliant work, then so be it. Getting used by the big brute, by the muscular canine working her lips, tongue, and throat just as hard as she would any pussy was every bit as arousing as licking her intellectual rival's dick. Before she could fully bottom out on wolf cock, Alli pulled back, maybe reluctantly, and let Kijana take the reins. Or horns, more accurately. She passed the dragon over and let the hyena plunge into that azure face, spreading muzzle and stretching jaws around the forceful, ramming girth of that vein-bulging meat pointed straight at the back of Xyria's throat.

"You're doing well. It is a start," the hyena said. "I prefer it when you don't speak. What you think are clever speeches come across as little more than the yipping of a kobold."

She let that word linger in Xyria's mind for a few moments before she really got started. The dragoness was so caught up in it, blushing so hotly, casting her gaze right down to the toes of her assailants that she wasn't fully ready for the hyena. There was nothing gentle about her treatment. She was getting punished after all. Kijana grunted, and let out the occasional note of a cackle while she rammed forth until Xyria started swallowing. A deep gulp around it had her chugging precum from the tap, guzzling it really.

The hyena could put out so much that it hardly seemed natural. Perhaps the dragoness wasn't the only one who'd been a little enhanced by her own creations. It would have explained the utter power of the spotty professor's build. Such thoughts were better served for quieter times though, and not the moments spent gargling prespunk, getting her throat sloppily swapped by a fat uncut hyena cock, and taking a drumbeat pounding by a pair of truly titanic nuts swinging against her chin and bulging throat alike.

The hyena pulled on her horns so hard she half feared losing them. Such a thing was unfathomable, but so too was so subserviently kneeling for her rivals without so much as a scrap. With tears rolling down her cheeks just from the effort of it all, smothered in musky hyena crotch, huffing pure musk from the enemy she'd sworn to destroy before all her plans could come crashing down, Xyria nearly orgasmed just from the humiliation of it all. A sloppy mix of spit and other juices streamed over her naked tits, over the rise of her belly, right down to her urgently pulsing cock, marking her down with the glistening failure of all her ambitions.

Another pass of her face to the wolf again allowed her the briefest moment of respite to refill her lungs. The air around her head was entirely tainted by the pair's collective cocktail, sending her further down the spiral of intoxication with every desperate huff, but it was air nonetheless. She got just enough to keep up with the wolf's demands. Alli jammed her knot even deeper this time, nearly tying with the dragon's throat. That dangerous plunge briefly choked Xyria out, but she was swiftly back to swallowing to make sure she didn't miss any of that satisfying offering. Her belly was warm with everything she'd drank from those two plump cocks, and she was only getting more the longer she sucked.

For as deep as Alli pushed her cock, she pulled out just as roughly. Another pass to Kijana to let the hyena bottom out, dominantly balls-deep in the dragoness opening up all wide and eager for her. This time, she gave just a few sharp thrusts to jostle through Xyria's whole body before returning the favour. Back and forth she went, sucking them both for seconds, keeping them edging, leaking, swelling taut in between her lips. Their flavours mingled on her tongue more than ever before, until she was so saturated she almost couldn't taste anymore.

Keeping them in the balance, lavishing just as much attention upon both of them as she could kept her tongue busy and her throat stretched around them. It wasn't until Alli gave a sharp snarl of lust and rammed forward to bury herself in dragon muzzle that Xyria finally made one of them cum. A snorf and a snuffle, followed by a rising rumble in her chest all came with Alli going off between the dragon's lips. Moments later, Xyria was contending with that knot swelling even thicker to further strain her jaw, and all the wolf spunk painting the inside of her throat. She guzzled it as quickly as she could, but there was no keeping up with that. When she inevitably failed to keep from overflowing, the wolf just wrenched back out of her to let the last paint her down in a torrent of creamy, musky mess.

"Hah, not looking so smart with wolf jizz all over your face ..." Alli said with a puffing pant.

It was the hyena's turn. Xyria was already coughing up some excess cum, but she didn't get a chance to fully recover. Kijana seized her, sheathed that dick so deeply down her throat it necessitated dragging her forward, almost onto her face, just to point the tip right down at her belly. The dragoness barely got to taste it before it poured right into her belly, at least after the first few nut-clenching, vein-bulging shots. A full, frightful cackle filled the room just as thoroughly as Kijana filled the dragon's belly with her load. A swelling, sloshing weight inside her that turned to an overflow of gurgling, gushing hyena spunk left Xyria recoiling, slumping, falling right on her ass beneath the two of them as they finished cumming all over her naked scales and her ruined outfit.

Steady streams of cum far beyond anything reasonable left her in total white out. Hardly a swirl remained visible under the blanket they gave her. A fresh coat of paint left their mark upon her. She was never going to get that out of her scales. Smelling of sex, of total violation, she could only drunkenly blink her way out of the haze and cough her way back to life. Hacking up some significant throatfuls of combined cum took her some time, but eventually she was breathing normally again, albeit shakily. There was embarrassment on the one hand, making her quiver in ways she found pathetic, and then there was the urgent_pounding_ of her cock and pussy alike, equally ignited with the passion for more of whatever they had to dish out.

When Alli's cumshot finally trickled down to nothing, she was every bit as hard as ever, knot still swollen to that double-fist size. She lifted a foot and simply pushed it against Xyria's cum-splattered face. A firm push was all it took to knock the dragon right over. She sprawled out on her side, laying in the cum they left all over her. From there, she could do nothing but obey when they all but walked on her, pushing a paw in her face, or squishing it against her tits, her belly, just to tease at that swollen heft that came with carrying so very much of their seed. She licked at a sweaty wolf paw, and then soon a hyena's too, alternating between the smooth pads, cleaning between their toes without so much as needing to be asked. Her reward was the occasional press of their spit-shined soles against her cock, not quite getting her off or giving her a footjob, but certainly pleasuring her nonetheless. She'd adoringly licked every inch of all four paws on offer, one after another, and sucked each of their toes before one of them spoke again.

"That might be enough if you were merely misbehaving," Kijana said, her expression stern, her cock still stiff where she supported it with one hand around the slit-soaked base. "You've been much worse than that. I'd hardly call what you've created here medicine, but it's time you had a taste nonetheless."

Left thoroughly scrambled and struggling to lift her ass off the ground, Xyria wasn't sure how much of her own inaction was born of inability and how much was the needful desire to be subjugated by those she thought her inferior. Surely no mere professor could hope to ever understand her creations. But that didn't matter. They sifted through her notes and poured over her vials, her beakers, her work, and eventually the hyena returned with something Xyria recognized. A harmless substance, compared to the more dangerous of her creations, but one that was sure to leave her all the more vulnerable to their whims. And her own needs.

"Not ... not that one ..."

"No? I know it won't harm you. Or do you not trust your own work?"

Such a challenge was one Xyria couldn't ignore. Even covered in cum, she still had her dignity. Tipping her head up from where she sat, she allowed the hyena to open the stopper and pour that mysterious fluid in her mouth, even as she wondered how it might react with all the cum inside her stomach. A few seconds passed with no effect, and then she whimpered. Oh, how she hated such a weak sound coming from her, but she couldn't help it when she felt the stretching, the expanding heft to her tits and greatly enhanced sensitivity that came with such a transformation. She barely got a chance to clutch at them before the hyena was upon her.

"I thought so. Very effective formula, to give credit where it's due. The effects do seem a touch too powerful for what you're going for, though."

She was right about that. Xyria's breasts didn't just grow several cup sides. They were utterly tingling with the slightest touch. A mere stroke across them was enough to make her moan. When Kijana went in for a double-handed squeeze of them both at once, the dragoness cried out, shook her head, and kept on whimpering like a frightened animal. One good grope was enough to get her leaking. The hyena slowly picked her up by her milky tits and pushed her against the wall, half-standing, slumped down against it to have that slathered cock right in her face. Getting titfucked after downing that potent formula was going to feel far too good for Xyria to even handle, and that was precisely why Kijana jammed her cock into that cum-soaked, scaly cleavage, wedging her juicy tip right under the dragon's chin.

A meek lick at the tip jabbing in front of her face and grinding over her lips was all Xyria managed before she was screaming, scrambling, flailing about simply to bear the pleasure being foisted upon her. She was left with nothing to cling to but for the hyena herself. Wrapping her arms around Kijana let her feel the muscles in her spotty back working to fuck those fattened-up dragon tits all the more thoroughly while they drizzled milk all over both of them. The dragon got all but smashed right through the wall behind her in the process. Bracing herself just meant the hyena's dick rubbed all the harder to her chest, to her cleavage, to the ultra-sensitive bust. The unbearable pleasure was all thanks to her own creation. Now she truly understood why everyone squirmed so much whens he used it on them.

The only way to keep from screeching too much and making even more of a fool of herself was to wrap her mouth around all that cock and suck away while she got her breasts fucked numb. She was acutely aware of the wolf poking around her lab in the meantime, picking up things she didn't understand, sometimes smashing what she didn't like. Eventually, Alli picked up two different vials and gave them a little shake - an unwise move, but ultimately a harmless one. She strolled over to the pair with a mischievous grin.

"How about these ones?"

Xyria opened her eyes mid-suck to try to see around the jabs of Kijana's cock in her. Though her voice trembled like mad with that dick grinding so deeply against her tender bosom, encouraging a whole dribbling mess to pour from her perked teats, she managed to sputter out a warning anyway.

"Not those! Not those together! I won't be able to ..."

"Sounds like someone's complaining. What's the matter, you want us to be nicer to the evil mastermind?" The wolf chuckled at her. "Lemme get in there a sec."

Just getting her tits rubbed on like that already had Xyria on the edge of cumming. Even when the hyena pulled back, she was twitching and throbbing so hard that the splash of precum on her own breasts brought her even closer to a finish. She put her hands up, but edging like that left her helpless to defend herself from letting the wolf pry open her jaws and pour both substances right down her throat. She swallowed them, even knowing what she was damning herself to.

When the combined effects hit, her whole body jerked. She went into spasms, writhing her way down the wall until they picked her up to her shaky feet. When she couldn't support herself, they just carried her. Bringing her to one of her own work tables, they bent her over and yanked her tail up to have a good look at the ways she was so lewdly quivering. Her cock flexed against her cum-stuffed belly, spurting constantly, not quite at a climax but at the very cusp of release. Her pussy was as wet as ever - but even more sensitive was the taut, flexing ring between two plump blue cheeks, made so very tender by the substances working through her body that even just the heat of their cocks near her hole was enough to make her gnaw the air with need.

"As I thought. You may not have accounted for the possibility, but the prostate-enhancing properties of the first substance should combine with the malleability-boost nature of the second to make your slutty ass the most fuckable it's ever been."

Kijana started that sentence with a professional tone and barely changed it even as she slipped into that vulgar finish. Xyria gripped the edges of the table, all but ready to beg for it. She didn't care who took her. She needed a cock deep inside her ass, or she was going to die. Given the experimental nature of what she drank, that feeling might have been more than figurative.

"So who's going to treat her?" Alli was already jerking her cock, ready to mount wherever she could.

"That's the fun part." The hyena put on a dangerous smile. "She's so stretchy after what you did to her, she's got room for us both."

"Damn. I'll believe it when I fuck it."

Xyria's eyes went wide, and then so much wider. She had no time to protest, no time to object to the obscene proposition she just heard. They both took her. Lining up and pressing closer, they mounted one asscheek each so they could stick their cocks against her rim, grinding, smearing, soaking her in their juices. Even taking just one of them was a big undertaking. Having them both claim her ass at once had her roaring, struggling, even putting up a little fight in her weakened state. Nothing she did kept them from pushing a pointed canine tip and a firm, uncut cock head up against, and then past her diminished resistance.

Just because she was extra stretchy didn't mean she was tight. Screaming her pleasure, she clamped down on them both, pressing their cocks together to grind on one another just as much as the quivering walls around them. They bulged her so very much she was all but impaled on them, held up like a tent on a pull, legs no longer touching the floor. A drag of her claws down the ran in parallel to the wolf scratching down her back as she pressed in deeper and deeper, until her knot kissed against the exceptionally stretched hole they were ruining together. At least she didn't try to get that in yet.

It was a testament to the quality of her own intentions that she had two behemoths nearly balls deep in her butt, but such professional pride didn't save her from being a wailing, nearly weeping mess of perpetual ecstasy with all that pressure on her extra-tender pleasure button. Her prostate was so sensitive that she felt like she might her mind, like she was getting pure bliss beamed directly to her brain. It overflowed all through the rest of her body as if pouring through her nerves, until she felt as if orgasm was welling up in her fingertips and toes just as intensely as her balls and cunt.

Fucking, humping, thrusting with a steady back-and-forth rhythm of plapping nuts left her jiggling her overly ample tits, still leaking milk all over the table to spill down to the floor. She felt them scratch her, felt the hyena lean over to give her a truly firm chomp on the shoulder, then the back of the neck. Alli spanked her hard, adding to the wobble that already came with every powerful impact of their hips. They pulled her tail, they yanked on her horns, wrenching her head back just so she couldn't conceal how much she was whimpering.

"Such a bad girl," the wolf said. "Always wanted to assfuck an evil bitch stupid. Something tells me you deserve every second of this."

"All this, and more. But this will have to do." Kijana was remarkably steady amidst the absolutely savage pounding.

Maybe Xyria should have been thankful for the drugging they gave her. Without that in her system, she would have been utterly destroyed. Instead, she was content to settle for ruined and broken. Every thrust was another complex equation slammed out of her mind by the sheer strength of the pair behind her. Their alternating humping jostled her about and brought her the kind of pleasure that pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. She got somehow tighter on them, forcing them to fuck against the force of her squeezes. Milking at them, clenching on them, tightening up just as intensely as her mind crackled and shorted out under the constant assault on her pleasure button. There was no more holding back, no matter how much of a mess she made of her surroundings.

She hit her peak and stayed precisely there for far longer than was natural. Xyria's body seized, frozen in place but for the inner muscles pumping, clenching, and her cock firing off a torrent of seed that felt as if it was never going to stop. That was part of the concoctions, of course. That productivity was driven even further by the perfect double-stuffing she got from the two huge cocks in her ass. They pressed down where she felt it most and then added the heat of their release to go with her eternal orgasm. Xyria got her ass filled to the brim and her belly packed taut while she hosed herself down with the excess beyond excess shooting from her over-engorged cock.

It was the kind of pleasure that endured so long it almost hurt. Rather than pain though, Xyria mostly felt the strain of her thoughts peeling apart at the seams, washed away in the endless flood of cum. Even when her body was beyond numb, floating on a cloud of ecstasy that formed within her every nerve. Cum poured over the sides of the table. It rained down the back of her thighs and pooled around her feet. The wolf and hyena filled her until a single drop more might have burst her, and then it was time to cum all over her back as she slowly slumped to the floor.

Splattering down into the puddle that awaited her there, Xyria could only lay sprawled out on her side, cradling her belly, curled up as if to protect herself from the shots of jizz hosing her down. She all but vanished beneath the storm, nearly submerged, as if never to rise up again. For how thoroughly they painted her, getting their scent into every crevice, between every scale, she might as well have melted into the rest of it. Instead, she remained whole, still waiting for something to happen that never did. Her final concoction, her greatest creation of all should have kicked in long ago. Yet there was no transformation, no great change, nothing to prove they'd underestimated her all along. Her whimpers were largely to herself.

"It was supposed to happen by now ... why didn't it work ... where did I go wrong ..."

Wallowing in the thick slop of spunk all around her, bathing in the scent of her subjects turned conquerors, the villainous dragoness could do nothing but dwell upon her failure. The most recent among many. All her plans, all her confidence, shattered by two titans, through strength and guile alike. She was just going to have to submit and accept that Kijana was better, even if she couldn't see the big picture. The wolf knew just how to fuck her too. Alli didn't need smarts to demolish the dragoness. Xyria writhed in the cream and clung to their ankles, faintly kissing their feet without so much as prompting, destined to be their broken villain whore for good after such a defeat as that.

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Splattering down into the puddle that awaited her there, Xyria could only lay sprawled out on her side, cradling her belly, curled up as if to protect herself from the shots of jizz hosing her down. She all but vanished beneath the storm, nearly submerged, as if never to rise up again. For how thoroughly they painted her, getting their scent into every crevice, between every scale, she might as well have melted into the rest of it. Instead, she remained whole, still waiting for something to happen that never did. Her final concoction, her greatest creation of all should have kicked in long ago. It was only then that she finally started to feel the effects.

A great grin formed over her, despite the unflattering pose. She began to chuckle to herself at first, then to laugh madly, loudly the more she felt the power surging through her. Alli turned her head towards the hyena and just snickered.

"Okay, I think we really broke her. Embarrassing, really."

Rather than agree, Kijana held up a hand. Her expression was furrowed. That concern soon proved warranted when the dragoness began to rise from her defeated pose. She was still wearing that wicked smile - except it was wider, brighter, sharper. Her eyes too shone with an inner energy she hadn't shown before. She parted her jaws to lick her lips, and stand at her full height - and a little higher, a little wider, a little heftier. Her curves grew just as much as the rest of her. As did her dick. The pair was looking up at her new form in little time at all. The demonic essence within the dragoness was on display at last.

Her horns curled down and around her skull like a twisted crown. She had twice as many fangs, layered when needed. Her tongue lashed out longer, more flexible, ready to snag at one of them on a whim. When she curled her arms, they bulged with muscle even greater than the hyena and wolf's own. Where their scents had been intoxicating, hers wafted off in mesmerizing fashion, clouding out their natural musk with hypnotic dragoness. Her cock stood up nearly as tall as the wolf herself, decorated with an elaborate pattern of spines and ridges that looked impossibly stimulating. Most blatantly of all, she glowed, light thrumming brighter and softer in an alternating pulse upon her swirling scale patterns.

"I should have suspected the unnatural," Kijana said through gritted teeth.

"Yes. You should have. But you never did think that big, now did you?"

Xyria gave a few simple gestures, curling her fingers through the air, drawing an invisible pattern, and Kijana obeyed her without so much as needing to hear a word. The hyena drew close to the dragon's side and clung to her, pressing her face into the underside of one of those enormous breasts. There were few bigger than the hyena, but Xyria towered over even her. That left the wolfess, often the biggest person in any room she walked into, yet now she looked positively small. The dragoness kept her attention on the hyena for now, wrapping an arm around her.

"Yet I can tell you have a mind worth preserving. All it needs is a little guidance to truly realize your potential, wouldn't you say?"

"Mmmm." Kijana's voice fell deeper and deeper into the disconnected haze that was coming over her as she kissed and licked the dragon from bust to underarm, dwelling in the scent that invaded her.

"This one, however." She looked down her muzzle at the wolfess watching her, similarly caught up in the demonic scent flooding the lab. "I do not have much use for someone who does not respect the process. Yet we can still make something of her. You shall make a fine assistant in this matter."

Suitably intoxicated after dwelling near the demon dragon for even a short time, Kijana accepted the deep tongue-kiss on offer to her. She felt the tingle that came with that first taste, and then that sensation spread through the rest of her body. She too began to change. Bigger. Stronger. More fearsome. Wilder of eye. Glowing within. Her spots lit up like constellations after just a short time making out with the transformed villain, and Alli was left to watch it all, paralyzed by the presence of the newly risen foe.

"I want her. Feed her to me."

In an instant, Alii found herself swept up in the enhanced hyena's grasp. Whether it was chemical or occult means making her so powerful, the wolf was helpless to resist. She didn't even want to. There was some trace of knowing something was wrong in the back of her mind, but with the hyena's musk growing all the thicker, and the dragoness emanating an aura of such power, she found herself lifting her tail to submit, whimpering into the Kijana's hands, happily getting bent over on the spot by the even bigger hyena. For all the dominance she'd shown, that wolf gave herself up to her superior in a moment, getting mounted from behind and humped a few times by that huge, clubbing cock.

It was an unusual way to feed someone to someone else. Xyria wasn't impatient. She was getting exactly what she wanted. Licking her chops, thinking about how the wolf would taste was one thing - but she had an even better idea. All that fucking, all that violating and humiliating they'd done to her had left her dick so woefully neglected, forced to get off without so much as a handjob. And all that cum still trickling over the edge of the table they'd milked out of her had to be replaced somehow. All it took was the hyena getting her cock between some taut wolf cheeks and pushing inside, then Xyria made her move.

A dip of her hips, and she could thrust her cock right into the wolf's face. Alli turned away at first, only briefly. One sniff was enough to draw her deeper. She kissed that demon dragon right on the tip, then took to obediently lapping at the juices leaking there. The danger was far from her mind, even as she got her muzzle glomped by that hungering cock. Xyria wasn't letting go once she had her prize. Nor was Kijana, pushing inside, penetrating her former partner in justice, no longer caring about bringing a villain down when there was such pleasure to be had. A powerfucking cock stuffed deeper and then deeper still in Alli's ass, bulging her belly, spanking her with some sex-soaked nuts kept her stiff and stuffed her down into Xyria's waiting shaft a little more with every thrust.

The dragoness made sure not to rush it. Though her cock gulped hungrily at her prey, she instead took the time to squish and squeeze over every inch of the wolf she swallowed. Xyria sighed, stroking her shaft, eventually rubbing over the outline of that canine muzzle and Alli's dazed expression in the process of jerking herself off. Kijana fucked that wolf down deeper, keeping the pleasure flowing, but the concentrated musk alone was probably enough to keep the dragon's prey in that numb stupor. Even as that cock went well past teasing, slurping slickly over her shoulders, then her bust with ease, the wolf fully submitted, offering herself up as a sacrifice to the secret demon.

"Don't worry that I'm getting all the fun, of course. I will show you the method I have perfected for extracting the souls from my prey."

Xyria gleamed proudly at such a statement, looking down at the horny, corrupted hyena for a response. Kijana looked back, eyes reflecting the new darkness inside her, currently crawling through her pure soul, corrupting her from within with every passing moment, every thrust she offered in tribute to the dragoness. Alli was writhing on her dick, perhaps faintly comprehending the extent of the betrayal being inflicted upon her, but it did nothing to keep her from throbbing all the way until she got her own knotted shaft engulfed in Xyria's monstrous spire. Another good, solid ullllp just as wet and juicy as a throat dragged that wolf in until some of Kijana had to follow, cock first. Fucking the dragon's dick in the process of pushing the wolf deeper just made everything feel better for everyone involved.

With just a pair of legs sticking out of her cock, Xyria had almost claimed her prize. She tossed her head back to briefly savour in the churning, aching anticipation her nuts gave as that panting canine muzzle inched towards her nuts. One more good clench was all she needed to drag Alli right off of Kijana's shaft and right down her own. The slippery, splashing squeeze tucked her prize away, and kept the hyena nestled deeply inside her, fucking her cock just as vigorously as she had the wolf. That transition didn't slow Kijana down in the slightest, and Xyria welcomed it. She curled her tail around her corrupted assistant and let her keep going, balls deep in dragon cock while she started really clenching down on Alli's solid form.

The first squeezes were just to get her settled. Dunking that strong wolf down into her fresh spunk left Xyria's prey somewhere far beyond intoxicated. Alli was probably so blanked out on dragoness that she wouldn't have recovered, even if she got spurted out right that moment. There was no saving her. Kijana didn't want to. Every thrust was further tribute to the one she thought she'd humiliate and defeat like nothing. Now she was in complete service to the wicked blue one, even if it meant letting her ally churn away in a set of low-hanging, smoothly scaled nuts.

Then there came the more aggressive pumps and clenches that pulled tight around Alli's trapped form with the sound of flexing scales. Xyria grunted then, letting the pleasure of that dick delving into her own compel her to squeeze harder, to nearly crush the wolf on the spot. Instead, she merely softened around the edges, getting sloshed, melted, assimilated a little more into the rising load of hot jizz simmering all around her. Her outline remained distinct but her integrity came into question, squishing inwards a little more as she turned partly into dragon jizz every time the walls flexed around her in the intensely humid musk sauna she was trapped within.

She could have easily kept going. Churning that wolf down to nothing more than a cumshot wouldn't have taken much effort. Her body did so naturally. Yet instead, she patted the hyena on the shoulder and whispered a soft command to her, more a suggestion really.

"Pull back for now. I know you want to finish. But I have something even better for us to share."

The hyena gave her a look, perhaps slightly skeptical in the midst of her snarling, drooling fury of lust, but she understood Xyria had a plan. Pulling back slowly to really drag out the squelch of wet cock on cock friction, suckling, slurping, then splashing and misting their surroundings, she stood with her shaft rigid and drenched in the dragon's juices. The temptation to touch, to stroke and squeeze until she came all over her demonic partner-in-indulgence was a strong one she resisted with her muscles taut and her jaw set tight. Meanwhile, Xyria took a brief stroll across the lab, jostling the bulge of her prey in her sagging nuts, loudly sloshing the spunk Alli was becoming all around, splashing the curled up wolf in the face with it.

It looked like any ordinary condom. For the most part, it was, though one that was especially good at what it did. It was going to have to be to hold up to everything Xyria wanted to do. Though she was nowhere near fully finished churning up the wolf in her nuts, the dragoness slipped that latex snugly over her shaft, right down to the base, and beckoned the hyena over. She didn't need to say a word. The hyena latched on with both hands to give a firm, muscular cock massage, watching the precum beading in the tip of that condom, and Xyria's nuts giving some more potent flexes all around the lupine tucked away inside of her.

The rising growl in her chest and throat was all the warning Xyria gave before she bellowed out a roar that made even Kijana flinch. That solid shape in her nuts rushed right back up her cock along with all the cum she'd already helped churn up. Alli was still intact - for the most part. What actually spilled into the stretching condom was a smoothed, whitened version of her former self. Half cum, half wolf, the new Alli wriggled around, imprisoned in latex, pressing her palms to the sides of the condom. The rest of the cum poured over her as the dragoness kept pumping it out, helping smooth over even more of the wolf, slowly sloshing her away, detail by detail.

"Your turn," Xyria simply said when her dick stopped twitching.

Kijana nodded. She didn't hesitate. As soon as the dragoness pulled the condom off of her slathered top, the hyena was upon it. She got that spunk-slick latex wrapped around her own shaft and thrust forth until she buried her cock in the cum contained there. That meant Alli too. The wolfess barely got a few seconds of freedom from one pair of sweltering, churning nuts before she was getting dragged down into another. In her altered form, it was ever so easy to slurp her up. It came naturally to Kijana. The hyena snorted, snickered, and eventually shouted with horny laughter as she swallowed down the softened, colourless shape of the wolfess, slurp by exquisitely sloppy, squelching slurp.

The inwards pressure almost squashed Alli down to nothing, but there was still a solid wolf-like shape sliding into Kijana's tufted nuts by the time she was done devouring that partly-digested prey. A wet thud down to the bottom of her balls preceded her almost immediately starting to churn at what was left of Alli. Her body knew what to do too. The solid shape gathered right in the middle of her sack, right beneath the thick strip of dark fur, got a firm hug, and then began to give in under the pressure as her own processing continued.

"Mmm, you see? It's so much more fun to indulge in everything petty ethics says we shouldn't do." Xyria smiled at the sight of the hyena enjoying herself so much, watching the pleasure spill across Kijana's face as she stroked that latex-covered dick. "Let's see how long she lasts inside you before I make you shoot her out again. It'll be a little race."

Glurk, glurk, GLURCH went those hyena nuts, making some serious progress on her prey. Xyria rubbed the hyena's cock just as generously as she'd received, jerking, massaging, kneading the rigid spire and the bulging veins. She watched as those nuts pulled so taut they annihilated some of the more distinct details of that shape inside them. There was less and less of the outline of the wolf, and more a mockery, a faint semblance of something living, glorping, writhing inside the chamber of pure musk assimilating her a little more with every potent clench. The crushing, crunching pressure of cum digestion packed Kijana's nuts taut, but the tension trembling through her was starting to win out when she was getting such a masterful dick massage from the dragoness.

Kijana lifted her shoulders and tail alike when she simply couldn't hold it anymore, cock bulging with the pressure of all the cum getting milked right back out of her. Back into the condom Alli went, along with a torrent of unrecognizable hyena spunk. Some of it was Xyria's too. There wasn't much that was overly recognizable by then. Splattering beneath the translucent latex was some sort of gloopy cum monster, perhaps one that looked slightly like a muscular wolfess from certain angles. Somehow, she squirmed on, just enough to make for a little extra stimulation when the scientists exchanged the use of that condom once more and Xyria set upon her prey to finish the job.

All Alli was good for anymore was a few more squeezes. Xyria puffed smoke from her nostrils when she pulled up tight over the semi-solid remnant of the former wolfess, and clenched her right out of existence. The gurgling that followed was all the more intense with the big finish. Her balls swelled out until they were taut and round, already pulsing with the need for release. She made so much cum out of that churned up wolf that the condom wasn't even going to be adequate. Instead, she just beckoned Kijana close and embraced the corrupted hyena as she prepared for the big finish.

With a pair of dark lips kissing the tip of her cock, Xyria had everything she needed. She bucked once, pushing into Kijana's open mouth, and let her balls pump up a fresh load of former prey. Not a trace of Alli remained, but for the smooth, hot load gushing straight down the hyena's throat. Kijana took to chugging her down with all the ravenousness she could muster, letting the rest slop down her sides, painting her chest, soaking her fur just as thoroughly as she and Alli had slathered Xyria in their own scents. Such musk was all but irrelevant by then in the steamy aftermath of them both churning the wolf down to cum.

For all the force of that release, Kijana held her ground, taking it right in the face when she was full to the point her belly was taut with all she'd swallowed. Xyria's cock twitched slowly to a finish, but she was every bit as stiff as ever. Her balls were slightly smaller after letting all that cum out, but they faintly glimmered with something more, something not yet fully used up and consumed. Turning to the hyena, she enthralled her with nothing more than a seductive look from above.

"Would you like to taste the greatest indulgence of all?" She spoke very softly, as if it was something so secret she couldn't let anyone else overhear. "There's something left. I will share it with you, if you like."

All it took was a slow lift of her hand, and the soul obeyed. Xyria drew it from her balls, all the way up her cock, and let it hover in the air before her. Everything the wolf had been was within her grasp. Kijana examined it, the ghostly light reflecting in her eyes. Then she licked her chops. It didn't take much to convince her to meet Xyria in a kiss around the final trace of the one she'd betrayed. They made out around that spirit, that vital wisp of existence, exchanging tongues as they drained Alli's eternal self down their glowing throats.

The light upon their bodies shone all the bright for the energy they absorbed. Allegra became a glimmer upon the dragon's swirls, a flicker on the hyena's spots. Together they frotted, grinding each other equally as they devoured the wolf for good. Half of her drained down into the dragon's gullet to join those scales for good, and the rest became part of the hyena, her first step into true corruption. Siphoned away, digested like everything else, permanently claimed by both of them at once, she was truly gone, all for the pleasure of the two brilliant minds.

Xyria licked Kijana's face when they were done. The two of them squeezed each other's hands and rubbed their dicks on each other, more out of idle admiration than direct lust. There was so much more for them to do together, of course, but they could take a moment to reflect.

"I will admit there are still things you can teach me," Xyria said. "But in these things, these dark pleasures, I will be the instructor."

With a long, shuddering sigh, Kijana finally remembered how to be herself again. Her corrupted self, of course.

"There has been so much I was missing. I must thank you for showing me the way. Now, do share your notes with me. There is so much for us to discuss. Such as who might be next, for one."

They already had so many ideas. Working together, free of moral shackles, they were going to innovate and indulge and imbibe in all new ways, until they ran out of souls to add to their perfect bodies. One taste of the darkness was all it took to send Kijana down that corrupted path for good, and with Xyria's help, she was only going to grow more wicked.

Chapter VI

"Why did you do that?" Shoa was still off balance after the pig had so abruptly pulled him through a hidden compartment and into the next area.

"I just ... I saw a door open and I went for it! I'm sorry!" Anna was blushing nervously. "I didn't mean to leave people behind again, it's just ... it really seemed like the only way. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Or me either."

With their escape, they were the final contestants. It came down to the two of them. The voice on the speaker said, way back in the first room, that only one of them could make it out - but he wasn't going to just obey it blindly. There had to be a way for them both to win. He looked at the pig, who didn't quite return his gaze, and finally nodded.

"It's okay. This is a bad situation. Let's just ... figure out what's next. We have to be almost done."

"I hope so." Anna nodded and reached for his hand. "Stick close, okay? We can't split up now."

The great stone monolith that awaited them was the last thing Shoa expected. It had been all metal and circuitry until then, a DIY project welded together with care given to sturdiness and function, not form. The otter looked back over his shoulder just to confirm they'd really just come from that jagged, hostile structure he remembered. He'd imagined they were in some sort of old factory, but now he had no idea. What kind of abandoned building had the space for that?

A mural on the side of the stone depicted a stylized image of a bovine woman, dressed in a classical style. It was starting to make sense. The maze that had preceded everything was all leading to this. The minotaur's labyrinth beckoned to the two of them, a heavy door sliding up out of the way with the sound of grinding stone. Torches blazed within the halls. Shoa looked up to Anna, who returned his gaze with a tiny smirk. Maybe she couldn't help admiring just how elaborate the whole thing was. Shoa couldn't either. If it wasn't for the circumstances, he might have been having fun.

"Well. There's no going back now. This seems like the big finish. All we have to do is stay alert, and I'm sure everything will be fine." She widened her subtle smile into something more comforting. "You just gotta trust me. I wouldn't get you this far to let you down now!"

"Of course. It's just ... " Shoa began, then just rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. Let's do this. Together, right?"

"You got it."

They stayed close, walking into those torchlit halls, side by side. Someone had to have lit those fires. Shoa scanned around the corners as they marched together, the falls of hooves and paws echoing on the stone floor. The first few turns were simple enough. There was nothing to tell those halls apart. It wasn't until they came across a room marked with several warning signs - like skulls, painted onto the walls and floors - that they halted and looked around for the potential danger.

"Here. Let me go first," Anna said, tentatively stepping out onto the stones.

"Wait, I don't - !" Shoa began, but stopped when he saw that nothing happened.

"Just follow me! I think I've got it figured out!"

He had no idea how she did. All the stones looked the same to him. Wherever those hooves clopped, he hopped just behind her, following the much bigger pig until they were somewhere in the middle of the room. It was just a short little exclamation from Anna, but it froze his blood cold.

"Oops ..."

Her hoof came down on a stone that was sticking up just a little more than the others. Even Shoa saw it. He couldn't stop her in time. It sank it with an audible clunk of some hidden mechanism triggering. The two of them stared at each other. They didn't dare move another step. At least until a section of the wall on the other side of the room began to slide up, to reveal the minotaur lurking in the maze. She was huge.

The pig already had plenty of height and heft on the otter, and yet the cow standing there topless in her loincloth, sweat-dabbed hide shining in the crackling flames around her made even Anna look small. She snorted at the sight of them, and simply placed her hands on her hips, which helped emphasize just how wide they were. Tall, solid all around, with visible muscle and plenty of weight around her gut - not to mention a pair of truly massive tits - she was precisely the sort to make Shoa stare. At least until she stomped a hoof and gave her greeting.

"Finally. Better get running, meat. I get to keep whoever I catch."

She pounded a fist into one massive hand and took off towards them, horns lowered as if to gore them. Anna grabbed his hand before he could get paralyzed by the fear of being rushed like that. Dragging him off so firmly she almost took him off his feet, she took to dashing out of the room, triggering several other mechanisms as she went. Neither of them looked back to see what she was setting off. They had to escape the beast in the maze.

Whipping through the halls, brushing past other warnings, they just kept running. They could hear the hooves in the distance. Something triggered underfoot and Shoa heard something whizz by, just over their heads, but he never got to see it. He was panting, and Anna was positively puffing, but sheer panic kept them going until another click of a trap going off made the very floor beneath them start to collapse. They weren't going to make it. Anna staggered her way to the other side just in time, whirling around, reaching out towards him as he made a desperate jump. He soared through the air, hoping she would catch him, knowing she would. And she did, clutching him closer to her chest, balanced right on the edge, with an unlit pit just behind the otter. He couldn't see the bottom.

"Gotcha," she said, between gasps for breath. "I really should congratulate you at this point."

He squinted at her, wondering why she didn't pull him to safety yet. She was still letting him teeter over the danger below, and he couldn't do much about it. His voice came out soft and breathless.

"For what? Hey, um ... c-can we get away from this ledge?"

"For winning, of course. I mean, I helped you, but that's not the point. You're the last one left, contestant."

The way she said that word struck him as terribly familiar. It wasn't her usual accent. All he had to do was close his eyes and add a little filter to her voice in his head, and he could hear it. Of course he could. He should have known.

"It can't be ... " he whispered, then looked right into those soft blue eyes. "I trusted you."

"I know you did. It's so fucking funny. I can hardly believe it myself, but I pulled it off. You thought I was on your side. That's what's going to make this so much sweeter."

"Don't ..."

Too late. She did. With a cruel grin on her face and malice in her eyes he never would have thought she was capable of showing, she gave him one good shove. He plunged backwards, flailing at the air, screaming all the way down. It wasn't actually that far. What looked like a deadly fall was instead a short drop into the darkness that had him landing somewhere soft, entirely unharmed. As far as betrayals went, it was more emotionally painful than physical. He heard another set of hooves above, and a deep, steamy buff of breath from the woman posing as a minotaur. She spoke gruffly and casually to the pig dwelling on the satisfaction of her turnabout with an almost orgasmic look on her face.

"Not bad. They usually suspect something by now. Just one tonight, huh?"

"Mm? Oh, yeah." Anna snapped out of it eventually. "But he's a sweet one. Perfect for trying out Xyria's stuff."

The cow chuckled a little. "I'm gonna enjoy that."

Shoa eventually sat up and fumbled around in the dark when he heard them moving, descending down a set of unseen stairs, but he was blind until Anna flicked on the light to reveal the dungeon he'd fallen into. All manner of bondage devices and setups were ready for use. He saw whips, he saw chains, and he saw things much more concerning than that. Hooks? Saws? Just what the hell kind of hobbies did Anna really have? She seemed so sweet, awkwardly fumbling her way through introductions, keeping him safe - but no wonder she knew how to get him through the games unscathed so easily. She was the real gamemaster behind it all.

The barnyard pair came clomping down together, entering through yet another hidden door. They'd taken the opportunity to completely strip down while they were on their way. In her loose-fitting uniform just like all the others, Shoa had never quite managed to get a good idea of the pig's figure. She was plenty chubby, but that wasn't what caught his eye the most. Somehow he'd missed the bulging hint of an absolutely massive uncut cock resting atop a pair of the fattest nuts he'd ever seen. One step was enough to leave them jiggling like mad.

"Right where we left you. Kind of thought you'd at least try to find a way out while you had the chance. Oh well. Too late now." The pig shrugged, then gestured to the cow. "Hera, this is Shoa. The most naive otter you'll find anywhere."

Hera snorted and gave Shoa a nod. "Greetins. Ready for your prize?"

She cupped a pair of nuts that gave the pig's plenty of competition for sheer heft. The sheath atop them twitched under the attention, revealing the first glimpse of a thick equine cock pushing forth. The otter could only back away as they approached. Between the two of them, they looked like enough to absolutely break him. There was no way one little otter could possibly satisfy them both. Yet that didn't slow their advance, nor did it make them grab him any less greedily. They dragged him off by the air, kicking, whimpering, but any struggles he gave were just token by that point. He knew he wasn't going to stop that pair from having their way with him.

"Let's get that uniform off of you. Can always get more made."

They hauled him onto a table adorned with various straps and buckles, tugging at his outfit until it started tearing off his body. The sight of his naked form being revealed led to snorts and grunts of approval from the pair. He squirmed and tried to curl up to hide himself, but he didn't manage that for long. As soon as he'd been stripped naked, Hera grabbed him by the wrists so Anna could get him strapped in, securing him against the table. She took his ankles and let the cow repeat the process until he was fully stretched out, exposed, unable to defend himself from their every lecherous touch but through the occasional whimper of complaint.

"Cute little thing," Hera said, running a thick finger over his chest. "Sure he'll hold up to us though?"

Anna shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen? We break him?"

The slight quiver in her voice made it sound like she liked the idea of going too far with him. A twitch of her cock made that seem more likely. Shoa really hadn't known who she was all along. The act fooled him. She was never his friend or his protector, she was just bringing him to the final party like he was a gift. One she was going to share. He watched he idly fondle herself, playing with her dick, pulling it back and forth to draw the skin wrapped around the head taut as she firmed out to a truly imposing size. Her dick was still getting bigger when everything went dark.

Shoa didn't pass out. Hera had simply taken the opportunity to lift and then drop a pair of weighty nuts on his face. The heft of her hot, sweat-sheened sack completely eclipsed his vision and left him immersed in her scent. His surprised huff only left him further immersed in bovine musk. Despite every reason not to, he simply couldn't help but start getting turned on by the sheer dominance. She smelled good. Tasted good too, when he felt sweat dripping into his open, gasping mouth. The temptation to just start licking was present, but it didn't much matter when she started grinding on him to really rub the musky mark deep into his nose, bouncing those plump minotaur balls all over his pretty features.

The slightest show of arousal was as good as an invitation for Anna. She lunged for the otter's dick and grabbed him firmly enough to make him yelp. All was calm again when she started stroking. She was relentless. Jerking him off even while he was mostly soft felt good enough to keep him firming up, to keep him writhing in his bondage. He really was in some trouble, and part of what was because he simply couldn't help himself around two huge, domineering ladies. It wasn't long before he was almost fully hard in Anna's hand, especially when she took the time to tease and toy with his balls.

It wasn't even a conscious decision to start licking Hera's nuts. He simply noticed there was a spot that had accumulated a particularly warm patch of perspiration, and the urge to clean it with his tongue overtook him. One good swipe was all he needed to be hooked. He still squirmed plenty, but it was less out of protest the more he tended to Hera's impressive set. The cow rubbed on him just as aggressively despite his good behaviour though, taking his new offer of slurps for all it was worth, stroking and grinding until her taste was imprinted so deeply into his senses he felt it might never leave.

Those nuts lowered and even felt as if they were filling out all the heavier the more he lavished attention on them. Maybe it was just the added weight of Hera's dick filling out atop them. The cow was adorned with an impressive horsecock, even thicker than Anna's own, but either one of them was an impossibly intimidating size to him. That they both wanted to get those inside him seemed almost like a joke. The pig snorted at the sight of the otter's efforts.

"Oh, fuck, look at that little slut go. I knew I picked the right one. Now let me have some of that."

The creak of the table straining under the weight of the big pig climbing right on top of Shoa made him think it was about to collapse for a moment. Instead, he found himself briefly liberated from being smothered half-stupid by the cow's balls, only to see the chubby piggy mount his face. A brief glimpse of the wild look in her eyes was all he got before he was overtaken again. She made sure to immerse him even deeper, sitting on his chest, smacking her titanic sack down atop his face. All the running around had helped her work up a considerable sweat, and he was soaking in it in seconds, breathing it in, feeling the streams running down his cheeks like especially salty tears, and then finally tasting it. He couldn't stay mad at her for her dramatic betrayal when it felt so good to lick her nuts.

She closed her thighs around his head, squishing him in, pressing with almost too much force for him to bear. That didn't distract him from his task. He licked her so thoroughly he was all but worshipping her, from the very bottom of her balls near her taunt, all the way to the base of her dick when he managed to get his muzzle around that way. She rode him and bounced on him, just to make sure he knew he was getting teabagged by the big bad gamemaster, and she jerked her cock until he could faintly feel the drops of precum raining down and getting into his splayed out hair. Those balls weren't just for show. That pig was ridiculously productive, already leaking out even more mess than Hera's fat cock. If he kept up the good work, he was in for one big, creamy reward.

Of course, getting so deeply smothered by pig nuts made it hard to breathe, especially when she was practically choking him out with her soft thighs. When he started to fuss a little and try to squirm for an air pocket, he felt a distinct throb that passed from her taint to the very tip of her dick. The more desperate his need for air, the more he began to squirm, and the more excitedly Anna pushed down on him until his face was flushed and his chest was tight. A little panic had him fighting against the restraints by sheer instinct. There was no reason to trust her anymore, but surely she wasn't going to just remain right there on his face until he suffocated, he told himself. He would have been wrong if not for Hera's gently chiding word.

"Anna."

That snapped the sadistic piggy out of it. She looked up and just shrugged like it was no big deal, slowly easing off of Shoa's face before they totally lost him. Climbing off of him gave him a brief window to catch his breath and generally clear his head, though it wasn't enough. He was still stiff, still horny for whatever else they were going to do to him. In a way, it really did feel like a prize to him. Swallowing down gulps of air, he was helpless to do much more than watch them discuss his fate, right in front of him.

"What? Come on, I'm just having some fun."

"I know your definition of fun." Hera's tone was more amused than scolding. "Still got lots more I wanna do to the girly bitch. Bet that pretty face will fit nicely under my ass."

Maybe it was the motivation to see how well Shoa was going to handle that that motivated Anna to get up. She jerked her dick a couple of times right in the otter's face as she went, leaving a nice spatter of precum streaked across his features, but eventually she was off the table and on her hooves. That bondage device had already creaked under her weight. When Hera climbed right onto it, in all her heftiness, it really did sound like it was going to collapse. Shoa wriggled and tried to turn his head away when he saw her looming. God, she was huge, and her ass looked heavy enough to crush a melon. She wasn't letting him get away.

A snatch of his hair and a harsh tug made sure his muzzle went right between her cheeks. Hera sat herself down on him with her knees pressing into his sides, squeezing his ribs, making him gasp out right when he was tucked against that dark, sweaty hole under her tail. She was really squishing him, really shoving him hard against her rim, settling down with just enough weight to ensure he survived. A little more careless and it could have been bad. Even so, Shoa fussed and writhed, though his complaints were almost entirely muffled by all that minotaur butt on his face.

"Shhh," Hera said. "No need to mmf. Just lick, like a good girl."

That Hera called him that despite his obvious, throbbing cock on full display had a special way of making Shoa blush. He was leaking all the more thanks to the thorough dose of bovine musk invading his lungs and senses alike. It got even better when he started slurping, just like she told him to. He was good, and he was going to prove it, slathering and stroking with his tongue to give that hole a good, deep massage. The more he serviced her, the more firmly she pressed down, nearly jamming his whole muzzle inside of her with the sheer force of her commanding facesit. When he slowed or faltered in the slightest, she gave his face a grind, making him even more of a sweat mop than he already was.

A few small bounces of the cow's hips really did make the table start to give out. Shoa gave a muffled cry of surprise when he felt it bend beneath the two of them. That was Hera's queue to finally let him up. It took some prying just to get the otter's head free from under her ass. He was thoroughly coated in her perspiration. Anna's too. Licking his chops in the absence of an ass to eat showed them just how much of a whore they were turning him into just by being their big, indulgent selves. His body heaved with the effort to restock oxygen while they paced around his bound form.

"So what now?" Anna licked her lips, staring over the strapped-down piece of meat that was the otter.

"Simple. We get him out of all that stuff and we fuck him from both ends until we make that little cock squirt."

Shoa squirmed a little in objection to the cow's teasing. Little? He wasn't little. Maybe compared to the two of them, but that was hardly fair. He'd managed to catch enough of his breath to form words, and interrupted their discussion with his thoughts on the matter.

"Do I get any say in this? I might have some ideas."

"No," they said.

The otter put on a pouty face. That probably just made them want to fuck him all the more. He eyed the ominous sight of them throbbing hard in front of him, cocks casually at full mast, spitting precum right into the air with those lustful flexes. It was hard to say who was making more of a mess. Some of it splattered over his body, with the rest just pooling on the floor. The whole room smelled like them, and so did he. That was only going to get thicker, stronger, more overpowering than ever once they had their way with him.

A quick loosening of those buckles let them haul him up from the table. His paws didn't even touch the ground. They held him between the both of them so they could smother him with their tits. Anna's weren't the biggest around, but he still found himself plenty snug in her cleavage when she held him there a while. He made sure to lay a kiss there to show his appreciation. When it was Hera's turn, Shoa found himself completely enveloped once more, every bit as smothered as when she sat on him. Hera hugged him snugly between her breasts, and Anna pressed up behind him to get him even more immersed.

Enough squirming around eventually had Shoa find himself with his lips against one of those chocolate-coloured teats. He wrapped his lips around it fully on automatic, following his instincts, his urge to please the hefty bovine. Though her cock was pressed against his own, grinding up against his belly and chest, she still had another kind of cream to give him. Sucking hard and deep until he heard a puff of pleasure coming from the cow eventually rewarded him with a stream of warm, sweet milk to swallow down. Maybe he shouldn't have been filling his belly preemptively.

"I ain't your mama," Hera teased, eventually prying him off her tit. "I like the way you suck, though. Let's put those pouty lips to better use."

" ... Okay," Shoa said, slightly whimpering.

Anna whispered in his ear, then wetly licked it,

"Fucking ... soft, pretty, think you're so cute ... " She could barely find the words for how she felt about him. Finally, she just dropped her voice lower and taunted as harshly as she could, right into his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you like a sow."

They still never even let his paws touch the floor. Keeping him supported between the two of them, they easily bent him over to get him where they wanted him. Anna had him by the hips, grinding her dick on his ass, smacking his tail out of the way with that stiff, dripping pig cock. Hera occasionally pulled his hair, shoving his face against her cock, grinding his mouth against the blunt tip until his nose nearly entered the leaking slit. Instead, she humped against his mouth, all but clubbing him with her meaty dick until was ready to open up and accept it. If he could ever really be ready.

Anna wasn't waiting for him to brace himself. She found her spot and roughly jammed forth, penetrating him all in one wet, lunging stroke. He got himself good and stretched out by the pig he thought was his friend, his protector throughout the games. The gamemaster claimed her prize with an excited squeal. It sounded hellish in Shoa's ears. Maybe that was just because they were clogged with sweat and pre. His weak, shuddering moans were all he could give her, and those didn't last long with Hera jamming her cock in his mouth as deep as he could take it. Shoa was going to do his very best to show that she'd underestimated him, even if it meant straining his jaw in the process.

"Not bad," Hera said when Shoa managed to start swallowing that fat, flared dick. The bulge in his gullet throbbed her with her approval. "You picked a good winner. Shame he couldn't give me much of a chase. I like that part."

"Couldn't help it. The moment was right. Timid little bitch would have lost in the very first round if it wasn't for me anyway. Couldn't let the bat get him though. This ass feels good."

Anna emphasized her thoughts with a harsh, forceful thrust that shook Shoa's entire body. He was getting folded in half by her forceful grinding and thrusting, and Hera wasn't going any gentler with him. The only thing that slowed her down was waiting for him to swallow more of her cock. He choked a little and felt a little twitch of her flare in response. She liked that. Maybe she wasn't as mean as Hera, but she loved seeing him struggle not to gag on her dick while she jammed it straight down his throat, pointing it at his belly, fucking him from lips to gut.

That was all just them getting started with his body. Shoving into him was an experience in itself. When they actually started fucking him, he just had to cling to Hera's hips and hope he could hold up to the spine-curling, toe-twitching, numbing, spanking, slopping ride he was getting from both sides. The cow delved deep into his gullet, reaming his face just as crudely as she'd fuck any other hole. Anna claimed his butt over and over with snorting, nut-smacking thrusts. Hera's balls occasionally whapped at his chin, but Anna was outright ramming him with her colossal sack, leaving a big wet, sweaty, sex-streaked spot on his fur that only grew bigger with her every thrust.

"Fuck, I'm leaking so much. Maybe I took too much of that stuff." Anna gave a breathy oink amid her more aggressive sounds as she took a moment to steady herself before more fucking. "You see anything yet?"

"Mmhmm." Hera didn't slow her pace for anything, speaking between pounds of her flared cock, grinding her medial ring inside Shoa's throat. "Some tiny tits going on. Getting somewhere."

Shoa could hardly look down at himself to verify what she was saying, but he felt it. He was taking so well to getting used as their shared cocksleeve that he was transforming with every thrust. The harder the fucked him, the more feminine he got - thighs getting even thicker, butt even cushier, and his cock smaller and smaller. He'd objected to their teasing before, but after a short time getting sandwiched between their lustfully pounding hips, he was barely sporting more than a cute, squirting clit compared to their belly-bulging and throat-stretching cocks. His chest was wobbling with their brutal barnyard strength, first jiggling a pair of barely noticeable a-cups, but eventually making him smack himself in the chin with a pair of juicy, bounding breasts that grew heavier the more they spurted their precum inside him.

The startling realization just made him clench down harder on the pig, and gulp all the more eagerly on Hera's cock. He heard those heavy huffs, those crude grunts and snorts coming from the pair. He felt their juices getting hotter, thicker. Their balls tensed up where they spanked against his rapidly feminized body. He was only going to keep getting girlier. How far it would go when they actually came inside of him, he was just going to have to wait and find out. They weren't stopping, they weren't pulling out, and they definitely weren't holding anything back, no matter how bloated he was going to get serving as their collective condom.

Shoa's eyes watered in lieu of moaning for them when they made cum. It was such a weak, pathetic little spurt, a watery stream more than anything. His cock had shrunk so much thanks to whatever they were fucking into him, it could hardly be called a male orgasm, but it still felt just as good. The pleasure rippled through him, tightening his muscles, making him really clench and milk the pair, but especially Anna. If anything, he could still take pride that even getting destroyed like that, he had it in him to make that treacherous pig cum as hard as she did.

Those ungodly noises were plenty intimidating, as if the pig herself was in the process of transforming while she came. But no, that was just what she sounded like when she was blowing a fat load in some girly boy butt. If Shoa even still counted as a girl. He wasn't going to look like one much longer when he started getting that belly-swelling load of pig cum pumped inside him. It felt like it was never going to stop. He could feel her nuts flexing against his own, juicing out a thick load of hot, heavy cream, and it wasn't slowing down in the slightest even after several seconds straight of pure, firehose release from the oinking, quaking beast behind him.

That was when he felt those first telltale twitches inside his gullet. Hera's cock was already wide enough, but it flared even wider when she went off with a bovine bellow of her own. Shoa simply had to start chugging or he was going to drown. Guzzling the cow's cream from the tap while he took the pig's endless load up his tight ass left his belly growing bigger and bigger, weighing down towards the floor, sagging, stretching. It pressed up under his newly formed tits to let him feel those fattening too. The pressure eventually became so much that her new bust started leaking too, already transformed enough to produce some milk. It dripped to the floor along with the slop of cum he couldn't hold, pouring down his shrinking balls, drizzling down his chin, soaking his fur where it sprayed from his overstuffed holes.

It occurred to him he'd been cumming the entire time. Every time his cock shot another thin stream of otter spunk, it got a little smaller, and his cum got a little thinner. He couldn't fully comprehend the changes coming over him when he was so short on air. His throat was fully full of cow cum, and his belly was loudly groaning just trying to deal with all the pig jizz in his gut. When they finally started to pull out of him, with a lengthy, ridiculously sclurrrrrch of wet, sucking, slopping cocks, he was all but motionless. His arms hung loosely down towards the floor that they slowly lowered him towards. The pressure on his middle brought several rough, violent coughs from him, choking up plenty of Hera's load while Anna's streamed from his sore, reamed backside. The more it soaked into his fur and skin, the less of an otter boy there was left. A nudge with Anna's hoof kept him from passing out.

"That's it. Just let it all take. I knew you'd make a better girl. Can't wait to fuck that fresh new cunt."

Her harsh words still struck him with how much they contrasted her nervous, gentle demeanour from earlier. Shoa took the time to finally reach down and examine what had become of him while he steamed in the mess they'd made out of him. Anna was right. He could hardly be called him anymore. Those tits were impressive, and there wasn't so much as a hint of a tiny otter cock left anymore. A probing touch between two soft thighs brought a weak cry out of Shoa. That was a soft, warm, aching pussy, and it was sopping fucking wet. Even a tiny stroke to those dripping petals made her moan and kick her legs with need. They'd transformed her into an otteress with their cum - infused with whatever it had been - and she still needed more.

Eventually, the pressure on her belly proved too much. Shoa had to roll onto her back, all splayed out, making a snow angel out of the cum beneath her. The ache inside her was so great it made her hips jump and grind at the air, just searching for someone to fill her. She didn't care about the consequences. She didn't care if she ended up knocked up with a dozen piglets, or calves, or both. Anything to quell the need inside of her, to extinguish the flame that had her clenching up tight around nothing, fighting off to just finger herself to a finish right then. She would have screamed if she had the strength, but she was going to have to settle for a shaky whimper.

"Please ... someone ... any of you ... I want it ... I want it so bad ..."

The pair shared a look. Then they laughed.

"Think it worked," Hera said with a nod. "Mind if I start him off? I know how long you cum for when you really get going. Can keep her all to yourself for as long as you want after I get my turn."

She wasn't wrong about that. Anna's cock was still twitching and casually flexing out a few more spurts of spunk even as they stood there discussing it. She largely ignored the ecstasy but for the occasional twitch of her nose or squint of her eyes. Maybe she was used to that sort of thing. She gripped her cock a moment and ran her hand up and down the slathered length, producing some lewdly juicy noises, then finally snorted her acceptance.

"Unngh. Fine. Don't take too long. I wanna breed that loser."

"Ain't she the winner tonight? Looks like one to me. C'mere, girl."

Hera spoke to Shoa with a lowered voice like she might to a nervous mare on the ranch. She tucked her hands under the otter's arms and hefted her up. This time, Shoa's paws did touch the ground, but it didn't matter. She couldn't stand on her own two feet after such a rutting. Hera knew that. That was why she eventually looped her hands right under the otter's enhanced thighs and picked her off the ground so she could lower that freshly transformed pussy right down on her cock, supporting all that weight in her beefy arms, even with the cum-packed belly adding all that extra heft. Shoa wasn't slipping out of a grasp like that.

The otter eventually ended up with her feet over her head, folded in half by the cow's greedy grip. Hera brought her down inch by inch, pushing that flat cock tip against her pussy. The very first touch almost made Shoa cum. She was so sensitive, so wet, so tight. It was going to take some time to really spread her out around that flare. Hera snorted in her ear, sometimes licking, sometimes nibbling. When she adjusted her hold, Shoa's belly wobbled wildly, as did her leaky tits. The otter was trying to make some noise, but she could hardly moan anymore, just gurgling as she gargled all the cow cum still thick in her throat.

"Heh, that's it. No need to say a damn thing. I know what you're cravin'," Hera softly said to her, just above a whisper.

To call it a tender lovemaking wouldn't have been accurate, but she was nice enough about it. She let Shoa get used to how big she was before pushing deeper, slowly grinding back and forth to help the otter loosen up around all that girth. Actually relaxing her body was another story. Shoa kept aggressively clamping down on that cock, totally by instinct. She could hardly wait to get fucked first when she wanted more cum inside her immediately. Her entire body was blazing for it, but she was just going to have to be good and patient while the cow had her way with that sweet sex, granting her pleasures on all new nerves, sending her spiralling down into all new sensations.

Once Hera got going, the momentum kept her from stopping for anything. A huffing, steaming, grunting rut pumped half her cock into Shoa all at once, jostling that thoroughly creamed and transformed body with every upwards stroke. It was hard to say what was louder - the steady sloshing of the otter's creamy gut, or the schlick of a wet cock, all soaked in throat slop, slurping into a pussy so wet it was dripping all over those fat cow nuts. Hera's medial ring popped in and out of the squelching mess of Shoa's cunt, splatting the nearby pig who watched their mating with her dick in her hand, slowly rubbing, keeping herself at peak lust for her shot at breeding the otter full.

That was definitely a possibility, but it didn't concern Shoa in the slightest. They could feel that instinctual need blazing through them. The urge to get knocked up by a huge, powerful cow like Hera made her squeezes tighter, made her pussy wetter, made the ache inside of her nearly unbearable even while she was getting fucked. Hera went a little harder when she felt how badly Shoa needed it. The constant, flexing contractions came with the otter's rising orgasm. She was going to get pregnant, she just knew it. There was no way that bare, flared cock delving into her womb didn't leave her with at least one little minotaur growing inside of her. If not so many, many more. She didn't care. She wanted it, whimpered for it, wiggled her toes and channelled all her limited strength into grinding down on as much of that cock as she could possibly fit inside her virgin pussy.

The steam engine puffs of the cow pumping her flew into overdrive in those fleeting moments of utter bliss. Shoa had never felt anything quite like it. She wasn't just cumming, she was experiencing a full-body transcendence that had her gushing harder around the cow's shaft than she'd ever came as a boy. That squirt just kept going while Hera delved deep, shoving almost to the nuts inside the stretched-out otter cunt wrapped around her cock, letting her really feel all those details bulging inside of her before the eruption came. That first blast of pure, potent bovine seed was all Shoa needed. She knew it took the moment it hit her womb and that golden, glowing feeling flooded her right to the tips of her toes and the top of her ears. The rest was just a matter of making absolutely sure Hera had claimed her as her knocked up breeding slut.

With her belly already stuffed, it seemed impossible at first that Shoa could get any bigger. Her womb still had room to bloat all the more. She swelled, she simmered, she stretched into a ball of an otter so full she looked like she could have just floated away. If not burst, but her body held up to the absolute ravaging she was getting, no matter how tight her skin got pulled by the engorging load pouring out inside of her. Eventually, there was just no more room, leaving the rest of Hera's spunk to pour down her own balls, her thighs, to loudly splash to the floor when it wasn't just jetting out in all directions just beneath the partial seal of her medial ring.

She made even more of a mess of their surroundings, bathing the room in the smell of sex and satisfied minotaur when she started pulling out. Shoa twitched in her grasp, head slumping, tail drooping, belly wobbling with the slightest movement. That included her desperate heaving for breath, but it wasn't just an effort to get steady again. She needed the air in her lungs so she could cry out in primal, even snarling need. She wasn't nearly done.

"Morrrrrrre ... "

Rolling that r into a growl in her creamed throat made the cow chuckle. She fully flopped her flared cock from that briefly gaped pussy and let the otter slowly seal up tight again, or mostly so. Shoa was still dripping, still painting her thighs with everything that was flowing out of her with those pining contractions, shooting cow cum in Anna's direction. The pig didn't seem to find anything wrong with taking the sloppy seconds with a thoroughly painted pussy like that. Hera handed off that transformed prize, and Anna took hold, supporting her weight briefly to carry her over a much more comfortable table than the first.

This one didn't have any sort of straps on it. They weren't necessary. The cushion beneath Shoa helped her relax a little, though she was still horny enough to be bucking upwards in misting, fragrant desire. Anna loomed there, standing between the otter's thighs, eyeing that transformed body up and down. By the grin she was wearing, she liked the sound of the otter whimpering for her. Shoa didn't even manage to form a coherent word anymore. A persistent whine was the best she could do to beg Anna to finally give her what she needed, to finish her off and leave her new desires satisfied.

"Ffffuck. I wanna tease you so much worse but just look at you. I'm practically dying to fuck you. Gonna be such a cute mommy otter when I'm done ..."

Up came the pig, glistening with perspiration, cock stiffly plapping down atop that bloated belly. Shoa almost couldn't see that wicked face over her own gut. Anna rose to her knees, pulling the otter's legs apart, taking the best position she could with such a fat middle keeping her from just laying right atop the fem otter. She rubbed, she humped, but like she said, she wasn't going to tease anymore. It was time to fuck, and she pushed the tip of her huge, pounding dick against the otter's folds. There was still so much cow cum clinging to every detail that she couldn't quite tell where to find her spot. That was nothing a few rough thrusts couldn't solve.

A cum-gushing squelch into the otter's overflowing tunnel sent relief all through Shoa's system. She was far from fully relaxed, but that was the first step to finally getting what she needed. A surge of pleasure overtook her just feeling the pig enter her once more, until she nearly came on the spot. Instead, she held back, letting it build and build. She knew she wanted the pig to cum in her, to breed her, to force her to get pregnant like the good fertile girl she'd become. Though her vision was blurred, she got to watch Anna's expression shifted from twisted, dominant glare to something softer and even a little overwhelmed as the pleasure of fucking that otter pussy overtook her. She was starting to look at least a tiny bit like the nicer self she'd pretended to be the more she pleasured herself with Shoa's altered body.

There was nothing nice about the way she fucked, on the other hand. Once she found her spot, she rutted Shoa hard and rough, no matter how hard it shook her up, no matter how desperate the whimpers that came from her might have been. It might have even hurt a bit, but she didn't notice. Not when she was getting cock that good from the panting pig sweaty and snorting her way towards a ruthless, pounding rhythm. The squelching of her dick filling Shoa up again and again, squeezing out more of Hera's cum just to make room for her own was enough to hurt the ears. So too was the high-pitched sound coming from the otter's open mouth, so desperately crying out towards the dark ceiling for her new piggy mistress to fill her up with spunk.

Once Anna got really rigid, her semblance of steady pace devolving into a savage, unhinged slam into that pussy like she was trying to ruin the otter, Shoa got even more desperate. She squeezed down, hugging every inch sliding in and out of her. She was so wet, so tight, so sweltering hot inside. Surely no one could have resisted cumming in her right then. Reaching up to try to cling to Anna was a failed effort. Instead, she was left flailing at the air, listening to the pig growl out in nasty pleasure.

"Come on ... pathetic mewling cunt ... give me a good fucking cum ..."

If that was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get. Shoa couldn't tell if she was being a good girl obeying that command, or if her body simply went off all on its own. She squirted. She sprayed. Hosing down the pig's chubby belly and thighs alike with the gush of juices pouring from her pumping, clenching pussy was the perfect invitation to drench her, to breed her, to get her pregnant for a second time. Even after getting knocked up by the cow, Shoa knew she could take more. Especially when the pig had just so much to give.

She heard it before she felt it. That SPLURSH of pure jizz spraying her down, painting her womb, bloating her into immobility, that was everything Shoa wanted. The rush of pleasure that came afterwards was even better. She was screaming inside, but her face just went blank. Maybe she truly was broken. The sight just made the big light up with cruel delight. Another mind shattered with a deep dicking to add another notch to her belt. She kept cumming inside Shoa even when the otter looked like she nearly fell unconscious, slumping down, arms hanging over the edge of the padded table, eyes rolling back in her head.

As much as it looked like she fainted, she still felt everything. She knew Anna left her cock inside to let that extended piggy orgasm go on and on, spurt after spurt, even when there wasn't a hint of room left. The overflow poured down both their thighs. Shoa's belly wasn't getting any bigger. It was impossible. She was already massive, still drooling cum from the first load she'd swallowed, leaking milk, and letting the rest pool under her ass. That seed took inside her again and again, or so it felt at least. She was so knocked up she was good for nothing but being theirs anymore. A tongue-kiss from the pig just confirmed that.

Was that affection? Or was it just her way of sealing in the dominance she had over the ruined otter? Either way, Shoa enjoyed it, even if she didn't show it. She was just going to remain right there, stretched out in the darkness of the dungeon beneath the minotaur's maze, waiting for the pig to finally stop cumming inside of her. That was going to be a while. Hera eventually strolled over and patted Anna on the back.

"Best one yet, I think. I know you're tempted, but take good care of this one, y'hear? She's gonna make damn good breeding stock. Probably good enough to bring some more friends."

Though she was almost completely numb and couldn't possibly feel another hint of pleasure, something tensed up in excitement inside Shoa at the thought of her future. Anna sighed, her voice sounding much calmer by then, but for the occasional grunt of pleasure that came with her still-enduring orgasm.

"Yeah. Can't help but agree. Fuckin' slut. You're gonna be a mama for good if you feel this nice to breed." A few drumming pats of her hands atop that cum balloon of an otter belly made Shoa leak even more. "You hear that, Shoa? You're all ours now. Passed the test, I guess. We're keeping you just like this for good. That's your prize. Happy Halloween, you get to be a mom forever."

Maybe there was still some degree of sense in her mind, some objection to being totally, permanently owned by the pair of villainous women with big fat cocks. She certainly didn't voice it when merely thinking about it made her tingle all over. Somewhere deep inside that emptied mind, the otter was already thinking about the next time she got to drain those plump nuts, the next load she was going to swallow, and the next coating of cum for her womb. That was all she cared about anymore. The pig and cow had done such a good job helping her find her purpose.