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A quest for rare ingredients didn’t sound like the most exciting thing Meesha had ever undertaken, but that was more her speed anyway. The big brown hyena was more accustomed to working behind a countertop and the only hordes of monsters she wanted to defeat were the especially pushy crowds lined up for a taste of her legendary confectioneries. Yet if she was to maintain such a reputation, she needed the finest flavours, from the freshest sources, and that meant closing up the shop for the day and trekking out to go out harvesting.

At least she had a friendly guide to keep her nervous spirits up. Talia might not have been able to see, but she always seemed to know where she was going with a swish of her tail or a flick of her tongue. She was always pleasant company in the quietest of times, and she was even more energetic when there was adventure to be had, however mundane it might have been. The snake-dragon hybrid was ever so cute, bouncing about all through the short trip outside the side, flashing those fangs of hers in the brightest of grins. As much as Meesha knew the hybrid was venomous, she never shied from one of those bright smiles.

Then there was the third member of their impromptu party. For as simple as the journey was, a little hired muscle wasn’t a bad idea. Meesha wasn’t immediately sure if she liked the look of the violet-eyed tigress. Not for any sort of aesthetic reason. She looked gorgeous with her fur all blue and black, wrapped up in a rather form-fitting black outfit. Nor were her skills or experience in question. The streaks of stark white in her black hair spoke of the latter, and the intensity of her gaze hinted at the former. That was the part that made Meesha uncertain. That cat might have been smaller than her, but she had the look of a killer, not a bodyguard.

Sometimes the hyena found herself glancing over at the feline, who always seemed aware of her gaze even without acknowledging it. At the very least, Indira seemed like she was going to do a very good job of protecting them should someone decide to rob or attack them on their relatively short journey. That seemed unlikely, but stranger things had happened outside the city’s walls. The ingredients Meesha hoped to harvest [i]were[/i] indeed valuable, though a common highwayman was unlikely to know that. More likely, they were going to take interest in the minerals and metals Talia hoped to find in the very same cave.

It was convenient that their needs took them to the same place, but Meesha was happy to find an excuse to take the time off work and spend it with her excited friend. Talia was especially wiggly that afternoon. The hyena eventually couldn’t help but chime in after a long, mostly quiet journey.

“It’s nice to be here with you, but what’s got you so worked up? It’s just a cave, isn’t it?”

“Yeah!” Talia said, nearly shouting. “I’m not sure, honestly. Maybe it’s just been way too long since we did this? We’ve both been so busy. It feels like I’m finally [i]free.[/i]”

“What have you been busy with anyway? You’ve never really gone into it.”

“Oh, you know.” The snakedragon shrugged. “There’s always something. Sometimes something big.”

“Mm. Specific!” Meesha offered a grin of her own, knowing the hybrid would hear it in her words if not see it. “Well, maybe we can talk about it while we’re searching around in there. I’m sure our company won’t mind listening to us chatter. Will you?”

They both turned their attention to the tigress. Indira shook her head to the side, once, and said nothing.

“What’d she say?” Talia asked with a giggle.

“No, I think.”

“Good enough!”

Despite how uneventful the rest of the hike turned out to be, the tigress never dropped her guard. She was rigid and yet fluid, moving in silence, hands never straying far from the blades she kept at her hip. There were surely several more hidden in her clothing too, Meesha figured. The intensity spoke of a strict professional, and in truth it was attractive too, but the hyena had to wonder what the big cat was expecting, exactly. Was she always like that, or had she picked up on some extrasensory information that only her vast experience could detect? Was something [i]bad[/i] stalking them?

Then of course there was the thought that the feline was never on their side the whole time. Maybe she was ready to sell them both off to some shady source the moment they were far enough from the city to avoid the eyes of the sentinels. That was probably just Meesha being anxious. She still couldn’t shake the feeling she was making a mistake walking into a dark cave with that woman, but she’d paid up front for her guard’s services and didn’t get ripped off. That was always a good start.

The harvesting was good right from the very first section of the cave. Meesha was soon down on her hands and knees, tail waving through the air, big soft butt faintly bouncing with the vigorous effort to pluck every last leaf from those unusual herbs and plants without damaging the roots. Some of those were so potent that she was already sniffing and wiggling her nose from catching a small whiff. They would end up diced down to the finest slivers, refined into a concentrated and potent flavouring to go with one of the hyena’s many delectable treats for sale. She never let anyone know of her secret ingredients, but for Talia, and now Indira anyway. Though even with that knowledge, they didn’t have the years of [i]technique[/i] to bake like she did.

Talia wasn’t having the same success, even if the darkness didn’t bother her. The hybrid seemed almost to pout for a moment, only to brighten up once more when she realized something.

“The best stuff is probably a little deeper. Yours and mine. We’ll have to go down a little farther, I think.”

“Oh, I understand now. Finally, an excuse to put your good friend into danger?” Meesha smiled.

“It’s really not bad down there! You just have to watch your step now and then.”

“Ah, been spelunking without me, have you?”

“Maybe!” Talia’s bubbly reply didn’t give Meesha much of a hint either way.

Before proceeding further, Meesha cast a look back at her protection, offering a silent question. She was starting to get on the tigress’ wavelength perhaps, forgoing words for meaningful looks. Indira nodded again. Just the once. She didn’t object to following them into the dark. Her eyes were especially keen there. No shadow could conceal an ambusher from her. The one they found had no need for an ambush.

Talia wasn’t wrong. The good stuff really was deeper. Meesha glimpsed much thicker growths of herbs, and even her untrained eyes caught the precious glint in the rocks. Yet there was no paying attention to such mundane sights for long, even if they were exciting to her. There was someone sleeping there, on a typical bed of gold. Sprawled out and naked atop a mountain of coins was a naked dragoness, her ruby scales somehow glistening even in the low light, her bare curves and breasts attracting plenty of attention from the hyena frozen to the spot.

She wasn’t the huge, hulking monster of the tales, but that didn’t stop the snake dragon from getting nervous anyway.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, just a little too loudly, scrambling to hide behind the tigress. It was time for that cat to really earn her pay.

The dragoness opened an eye, then another. They gleamed a fiery orange, molten gold illuminating the dark. Talia remained right where she was, clinging to her guard and really not helping Indira do her job. If it was even necessary, anyway. The dragon took her time rising and stretching. There was a good opportunity to run away, but neither Talia nor Meesha was moving, and so the tigress had to hold her ground with the both of them, all with a squirming snakedragon all but riding on her back, squeezing her from behind like she was a comfort toy. Indira didn’t try to shrug her off, but it wasn’t helping her prepare for a potential conflict, one that seemed all the more likely when the dragon’s eyes flashed with a certain malice.

“Hmmm. Walking right in, going wherever you please? That seems terribly rude of you. Especially since you saw fit to interrupt my nap.”

She gave a stretch of her arms and a yawn, teeth flashing in the limited light as she opened up wide. It was an opportunity to strike perhaps, but she hadn’t given a reason for hostility yet. Indira still had the hybrid clinging to her anyway.

“Very well. I shall just have to entertain you. Starting with the toughest of you.” She locked eyes with the tigress, and broke into a sharp-fanged grin. “Call me Michaela, by the way. Just so you know the name of the one who beat you.”

She showed her claws. It was time for Indira to do her job. She didn’t want to shrug Talia off harshly, but a gentle push was in order. Talia didn’t let go. She held on tighter, lifting her feet right off the ground to make the tigress support all her weight. Meesha didn’t see it, but in the midst of that panicked struggle, something happened. Those fangs were out, displayed with Talia’s nervous expression, and all the squirming meant they pricked the tiger’s skin ever so slightly. Surely Indi had trained herself to endure plenty of poisons and venoms in her time. She wasn’t going to die from a small, seemingly accidental injection. But she wasn’t fully immune to the effects, either.

Moving with the weight of the snakedragon riding her was difficult enough. Once the aphrodisiac in her veins started swiftly kicking in, Indi viewed the world through blurred vision, seeing two Michaelas at once. The dragon’s shape and figure was all the more attractive in that state. She could hardly bring herself to think of harming her. The more she looked, the more distracted she found herself by that swaying, growing cock rising up tall above the dragon’s bouncing balls. There were just so many features to admire, so many details to catch those keen violet eyes and make Indi forget all about fighting.

As she circled with the cat and exchanged a few cursory slashes and lunges, Michaela only got more excited. She stiffened without so much as a touch, showing off a broad, blunt, flared tip atop an enticingly ridged shaft. The tension pulsing down her dick reached those juicy nuts, making them clench up tight, jumping and wobbling with need. She had her eyes firmly set on that tigress, and Indi was starting to stumble. This time, it was much more obvious when Talia went in for another nibble of those fangs. She sank them in more deeply, injecting Indi with a mind-blurring dose of pure venom that sent the big cat straight into an intense, aching, primal heat. Drenching her thighs beneath the light outfit wasn’t helping her balance or coordinate in the slightest.

“Good girl, Talia,” Michaela said with a devious smile when she saw that, softly but audibly.

Meesha didn’t know what to make of it. She certainly didn’t interfere, nor did she try to run. Mostly she made sure to keep her distance from the ongoing fight. Nobody had landed a blow yet, but that didn’t matter to her. She wanted no part of violence, but she couldn’t simply leave her friend behind, even if she was starting to realize that perhaps Talia wasn’t quite so trustworthy as she seemed, that she had insisted on that particular cave on that particular day for a reason. Soon, a rock wall was her only comfort. She leaned up against it as closely as she could and tried not to catch a stray blow, hoping that her failure to act didn’t make her complicit in whatever it was Talia was up to.

Indi eventually managed to shrug the hybrid off her shoulders once the treachery was clear. She could have been a lot rougher than she was. Talia tumbled down, giggling all the way, kicking her legs on the ground with sheer glee. It was already too late. Her job was done, and all that was left was for Indi to try to summon up the focus to defeat Michaela through sheer willpower. She’d never felt more aroused. Her legs were all but numb. And yet even so, she managed to grapple with the dragoness, crashing down with her, briefly on top and pinning her before the intoxication took over and there was no more fight she could possibly put up. Her body was all but useless by the time Michaela rolled her over and pinned her to the ground by the wrists.

“Stay,” the dragoness said, followed by a short, dominant snarl. Then she looked up, right at Meesha. “And you too. Take care of your friend, Talia.”

While Michaela fought to disrobe the tigress down to every last shred of clothing and armour alike, removing hidden daggers aplenty throughout the tight black outfit, Talia turned her attention to her taller friend. That sightless gaze was almost as irresistible as her venom. She held out a hand, and Meesha found herself automatically taking it, squeezing it, and accepting all the kisses Talia offered. The snakedragon smooched her fingers, licked her palm and wrist, and slowly worked her way up to nibbling on the hyena’s forearm. A small bite was all she needed. A swipe of her tongue across those two tiny wounds, and she worked on sucking Meesha’s digits, casting the sweetly-scented and altogether delicious girl a seductive look while she gave each finger some deep, sloppy attention.

Such a show of sucking prowess was enough to bring a soft moan from the hyena. Of course Meesha was thinking about where else she’d love to feel that mouth working its magic. She hardly needed the venom in her veins to start swelling, to start bulging much more than usual, stretching her breeches until they weren’t nearly as comfortable anymore. Talia couldn’t help sneak a grope of that outlined lust, peering up at Meesha and speaking in a fussy tone when she somehow sensed the hyena still couldn’t help the occasional glance at her struggling bodyguard.

“Come onnn ... don’t worry about them. They both want the same thing. And you know I’ve always wanted to [i]spoil[/i] you, Meesh. You’re so soft, you smell so nice ... and now I know you taste just as good.”

Talia was already sinking down to a squat. Going all the way to her knees would have been too low to get at the bulge in the hyena’s bottoms. She didn’t get any objection beyond a light huff and some shaky breathing when she worked to free that growing bulge, just in time for Meesha’s cock to jump up towards Talia’s face. The hybrid barely dodged out of the way in time. For someone as modest and sometimes shy as Meesha, she was sporting a hefty, impressive dick that had Talia absolutely drooling for her first taste. A curl of her tongue around the tip, a smooch, a stroking slurp, and she went down on that big, horny beauty until Meesha couldn’t think about a single thing but those lips wrapped around her stiff, dark cock.

Indi was slipping deeper and deeper into total intoxication beneath Michaela. The dragoness took full advantage of that, finishing off by pulling off the tiger’s boots and casting them aside. Once nude and unbound, the big cat’s bust bounced much more generously, and her curves looked all the more ample, if still lean and toned, especially for her age. She pawed at the dragon atop her, but didn’t manage much more of a fight than that. The throbbing pulse of Michaela’s cock left some juices dripping right down over the bare cat’s belly, soaking into her fur, imbuing her with a scent that left her extra suggestible mind absolutely spiralling into a huffing, silently snarling state of need.

“Much better,” Michaela said, licking her lips. “Let’s get you up and bent over. I know what you need.”

She was stronger than she looked, imbued with a draconic might that allowed her to easily carry the feline woman’s entire weight. Up they both went, with the tigress dangling in the dragon’s clutches, making faint rowls and rumbles. It was the most noise they’d heard her make all day. She ended up clawing deep grooves in the cave walls once she found herself pushed up against one of them, tail lashing out, sex dripping down the inside of her thighs to soak her fur a darker blue. If ever she was breedable, she was right that moment, soaking herself for the dragoness, managing a snarl but doing nothing about it but waiting, presenting herself, aching for Michaela’s arrival.

The dragoness didn’t keep her waiting long. Pushing up behind the cat, clutching her by the hips, she gave a deep growl to overpower the feline’s rumbles. With her shaft up between those strong thighs, she could soak up as many of Indi’s juices as she licked. A slow drag of her ridged shaft along the lips of that tender, puffy sex brought the scream of a much smaller cat from the lips of the tigress. Indi jolted at that, pushing back, pressing her rear against Michaela. The dragoness alternated between a deep, toothy snarl and a delighted grin, watching that cat squirm and struggle, gone nearly mad with the venom inside of her.

Before the cat could get too comfortable, Michaela wrapped her arms around her prize and slammed that kitty against the wall rather than just push her. She shook the tigress up a little, and snatched her by the hips in the aftermath. Gripping that ass, squeezing those cheeks, kneading deep into them with her thumbs, it was her turn to be overcome by temptation and need. She gnashed her fangs just a little as she pressed her cock, slick with mutual desire, between the firm, ample shapes of that striped backside, spreading the cheeks around her girth, bottoming out with a solid prod of blunt tip to taut, dark ring.

“Ohhh, don’t fuss. I know how much you need a breeding. You’ll get what you need eventually, but not before I fuck your sweet ass numb.”

The snarled response did nothing to dissuade the dragoness. She kept pushing, applying pressure, violating the big cat’s asshole with sheer force and a thorough coating of juices. It still meant stretching that tigress until she was clawing even deeper into the wall, bracing herself in Michaela’s clutches, shivering sometimes, violently bucking and jamming herself back on that cock at others. Such vigour was exactly the kind of thing Michaela was ready to fuck right out of her.

She leaned close, wrapped her teeth around the back of the tiger’s neck, biting that loose scruff, and started swinging her hips back and forth to fuck her way deeper and deeper into that tight, cushy butt, until the outline of her cock in Indi’s belly was showing the intricate details of that swollen flare and those stimulating ridges right through her creamy white fur.

That was when the noise from the tigress got even more desperate. She was shrieking and screaming in the most feline way, leaving the piercing sounds to echo off the cave walls. Anyone who’d ever fucked a cat before knew that didn’t mean stop. Michaela did her best to bring more such noises out of her captive, jamming deeper, thrusting hard, rutting that butt until Indi jiggled in her clutches. Sometimes she squeezed that same ass she was fucking so deeply, other times she roamed up and down the tiger’s elegant body to rub her bulging belly or tightly seize hold of those bouncing tits to squeeze them to stillness and bring Indi’s breath short.

“That’s it, cat. Scream and wail. You’re not so powerful now. How does it feel to [i]lose[/i], for a change?” Michaela spoke between nibbles and slurps on the tiger’s sensitive neck.

The alarming noises made Meesha occasionally glance up to see if she needed to somehow intervene, or at least object to the harsh treatment of her guard. Talia demanded her attention with her oral expertise, delving down so deeply she bottomed out with the hyena’s fat cock straight down her throat. She didn’t even flinch, just gave a loud [i]GLURK[/i] that soon turned to a muffled moan as she slurped and worshipped her longtime friend. Every trace, every drop of precum leaking from Meesha’s dick was one Talia stole away instantly, gulping hard to make sure the hyena heard her drinking her juices. She was hungry for more, and her smooth bobbing, with her tongue gliding along all those inches, her head tilting left and right to suck and pleasure from every possible angle was exactly what she needed to keep doing to get it.

Meesha struggled to find a place to put her hands, holding them up and clenching her fists. She hesitated at first, but eventually she found herself drifting down to grip Talia by the horns and hair. The hybrid’s deep moan in response was all the sign of approval Meesha could ever need. She didn’t pull or tug, only slightly thrusting into that mouth with the natural pulses of rising ecstasy working through her cock. The snakedragon sucked her off so good she didn’t have to do a thing but soak it all in, to shaky and whimper like someone half her size while that perfect throat kneaded and milked her to a thick, creamy climax every bit as tantalizing as the rest of her taste.

With her eyes shut tight, Meesha completely blanked out on her surroundings and the violent fucking going on so nearby, in favour of an intoxicated, envenomed, aphrodisiac-fuelled orgasm that left Talia chugging from the tap. Nothing made the snakedragon slow down. She hurried things along, rushing Meesha through orgasm, draining her plump, clenching balls of all she could provide and then some more. The steady, noisy, throat-bulging swallows were a marvel just to listen to. Talia filled her belly with as much cum as she could get from that rigid, flexing, delicious shaft, paused to lick it clean with several circular slurps of her tongue, and then brought the shrillest whimper yet from the hyena when she dove right back down to shove her snout into Meesha’s crotchfur and just keep sucking and massaging with her wet, pulsing throat.

Indi was still a little too proud to do any whimpering herself, but she got close when Michaela made it her mission to get her thick knot wedged inside the cat. It was an effort she didn’t back down from even when she had no results. A deep, thumping hump to smack that swollen bulb against the taut ring she was already stretching with her cock got the dragon’s envenomed plaything squirming, but Michaela simply couldn’t reach her goal. Indi was too tight, clenching down too hard, milking at that dick with such ferocity that Michaela really had no choice but to fill that blue cat right up. She pressed in as deep as she could go, a few precious inches from balls-deep, bit, groped, and clawed a little, and kept Indi on the edge until she decided it was time for them both to cum.

The noise was enough to distract Meesha once again, but only briefly. She still had the snakedragon’s talented mouth and throat working over her sensitive cock. Talia was good enough at what she did to keep the hyena from reacting much to those ungodly sounds. It was mostly the tiger’s fault, with those spine-tingling screams, but the dragoness made sure to add some roars of her own. The cave shook around the foursome as Michaela filled the defeated cat with seed, in a rushing, audible [i]GLISH[/i] of spunk that outright echoed off the cold, hard walls.

The sheer pressure pumping from those taut, tightening dragon nuts bulged that shaft to make those ridges press in even deeper, stimulating the tigress to the core. She moved to take it out on the wall again, but Michaela caught those hands before she could scratch any more marks into the stone. Even in the middle of her own orgasm, the dragoness took control of the tigress, clutching her by both wrists, pulling her arms back behind her so Indi could do little more than writhe and flex on that cock while she got filled. It wasn’t just the pressure shooting through Michaela’s shaft, stroking her insides to a twitching, trembling anal orgasm that got her yowling. The excess [i]volume[/i] of all that cum made those feline noises more and more distorted, until they were more like a gurgle.

Her belly couldn’t hold it all. The tigress swelled and rounded with all that cum shooting up through Michaela’s flaring cock, left with a taut gut and plenty more trailing down between her cheeks and over the lips of her glazed pussy. She was still clenching in orgasm, ass tight around Michaela’s inches, squeezing at the tip of that knot to get it all, no matter how full it made her. Eventually, she was drooling it. It wasn’t just overflowing from her thoroughly creamed hole and painting her fur. It trickled over her tongue and down her lower lip, just a faint drip but a sign of just how truly, obscenely overstuffed she was with a sloshing, wobbling load of fresh dragon cum in what used to be a trim middle.

Michaela didn’t let her go just yet. She held onto that cat, keeping Indi all bent over and squished up against the cave wall, cum slowly pouring out over the contours of the dragon’s glistening knot, just to show she could. That was plenty of time for Talia to finish Meesha off again. The hyena’s knees buckled when the hybrid’s suckles brought her to another peak, ramping up to such speed, such succulent ferocity that Meesha simply went down. It was a good thing she had such a big butt. It cushioned her fall well enough to barely distract her from the pleasure of the snakedragon diving up and down her dick, and left her straining and faintly kicking her long legs into another gushing orgasm.

Talia still hadn’t stopped sucking for a moment since she started, drinking all that cum like a fanged leech. Meesha went from gripping the hybrid by the horns to writhing and pushing at Talia’s head with rising desperation when that cute girl just would not stop. Only when she’d gulped down every single drop she could get, and left Meesha dry-firing between her lips did the snakedragon finally relent. She gave one last lick that nearly made the hyena pass out on the spot, leaving her big chocolate-scented friend with her eyes rolling back as she flopped down to the ground. Only when Meesha had been so effectively incapacitated, sent straight to whatever heaven she believed in, did Michaela finally start pulling out of the big cat.

“And I assume you’ve been a good girl and brought what I asked you to bring?” the dragoness asked, turning her eyes to the hybrid, tigress still in her clutches.

Talia’s response came with a few rapid nods, blurted in kobold-like glee. “Mmhmm!”

She dashed back to her pack of supplies, still drooling a little of Meesha’s cum. The hyena wasn’t going anywhere for a while, so they focused on the bloated tigress. A long, sturdy leash attached to a collar with a newly forged buckled locked tightly around the tiger’s throat when Talia pulled it tight. Indi didn’t even try to fight her off, or remove it. Bouncing along, the snakedragon hurried over to Meesha before the hyena could recover, though that didn’t seem likely. The big brownie was simply groaning and staring blankly at the distant, dark ceiling, and continued doing precisely that and no more while Talia adjusted the collar around her neck, as if she didn’t even notice it was happening. With her job done, the smaller of the reptiles stepped aside and let the dragoness claim her prizes.

Grasping the tiger’s leash, Michaela tugged Indi up to crawl behind her like a pet as she approached Meesha. Bending down to inspect that huffing, sweating, satisfied girl, she slowly nodded to herself, cock already twitching at the thought of having such a big, soft beauty all to herself. Grasping that leash, she gave a few tugs until Meesha got the idea. For as exhausted as the well-sucked hyena might have been, she still had enough strength to follow the commands of her new mistress. There she crawled, on her hands and knees without complaint, still giving the occasional throb against her soft belly as Michaela led her and the tigress deeper into the darkness like they were little more than two depraved animals.

They lost time in the descent. A blur of sensations ensued as the venom worked deeper into their bodies. Orgasm only helped bring out its effects all the more. Neither of them were in control of anything that happened to them, remembering only pleasure and the desire for more amid the flurry of emotions that overtook them in the darkest depths of Michaela’s lair. It was impossible to say how much time had actually passed as they fermented in the intoxicating aphrodisiac. When it began to wear off at last, Indira gave an initial jolt, only to find her situation had grown significantly worse in her time spent under the influence of Talia’s deceitful bite.

Her vision was still coming back to her slowly, but she could feel the locks on her wrists. Strapped into something like a stockade, left partly bent over with her arms outstretched, she was further vulnerable with whatever it was in her mouth. It was like a gag meant for a hostage, but one that left plenty of room for her to breathe - and thus a gap to access her mouth. Unable to close her lips, she drooled. Subtly struggling against her bonds had no effect. She was locked in tight, and her flexibility wasn’t going to serve her either. Her head was still spinning and her body still felt a little weak and shaky, making it hard to keep from just dangling from the stocks keeping her in place. At least the reptiles were distracted for the moment.

Meesha required no such restraints. She was cooperating, in her way. Talia looked so small on top of her, but she kept that hyena effectively pinned, riding that juicy cock right down to the very base. The schlick of snaky dragon pussy gliding over the glossy inches of sex-soaked hyena dick was only matched by the steady thump of Michaela’s swinging nuts tapping against Meesha’s own in the process of taking the loyal servant of a hybrid from behind. Talia had earned a reward for bringing in such good catches, and she took it in the form of riding her longtime friend as hard as she could while the dragon she served fucked her ass. By the rising, hissing shrieks coming from her throat, she was already getting close.

Whether through some sort of unseen dragon magic or three bodies just being that well in sync, orgasm seemed to pass through the entire threesome at once. Talia was caught up in the middle of it, squirting on Meesha’s cock before she got even a drop of cum inside her. A swollen knot against her ring, an uncut dick balls deep in her pussy, and she shivered her way through a shuddering, hissing climax that soon saw her rewarded with a double dose of fresh, hot spunk in her pussy and ass alike. Michaela was the more productive of the pair fucking her, but Meesha didn’t disappoint, even as she meekly squirmed beneath the smaller hybrid pinning her down and draining her nuts all over again, this time with the ripples of her tight, orgasming cunt.

Indi had nothing to do but to watch the two who hired her sharing in that moment of ecstasy while she stood helpless in her humiliating predicament. Digging her toeclaws into the ground for leverage allowed her to make some scratchy noises, but that was all. She thrashed with displeasure but didn’t take her eyes off the orgasmic scene despite how bemused she was about the situation. Voicing her objections was out of the question with that gag. She wasn’t one for talking her way out of bad situations either. If she could have only freed just one limb, she could have done a lot of damage when her captors got close, but it was a losing effort, and her time had run out.

“Looks like the kitty’s awake for real this time,” Michaela said with a chuckle, slowly pulling out of the panting snakedragon with a familiar messy pop.

Leaving her cum to stream from between those smooth-scaled cheeks, she regarded Indi a little longer and eventually just shrugged her shoulders. Talia was still poised atop Meesha, clinging to the hyena, wearing Meesha’s sweet and salty sweat until the dragoness plucked her off that spot. The snakedragon didn’t protest, dangling with juices streaming from both her holes, womb and belly both bloated enough to leave her sleepy and satisfied for at least a few minutes. Though that didn’t prevent her from laying back and touching herself to the sounds and scents of Michaela giving Meesha some attention. It wasn’t the first time, but it was going to be the first the venom-addled hyena remembered.

“Such a juicy ass. Let’s show you off in front of your pretty guard here. Let her know what a terrible job she’s doing of protecting you.”

Despite Meesha’s size, Michaela had no trouble sweeping her right up and clutching her in her arms. Squeezing, kneading, groping that hyena, and grinding on her the whole time, humping that ass with a nice wet dragon dick, she was clearly showing off. Michaela manipulated the big, soft hyena like a toy, bending her this way and that, feeling her up from every angle she desired until she finally snapped the sweet yeen into a position that tested the limits of Meesha’s flexibility. With the dragon’s arms curled under her thick thighs, the hyena eventually found herself with her paws straight up beside her head, a pair of scaly hands squeezing and clawing her tits, and one stiff, flared cock nestled against a tight ring nestled between two plump, even enormous cheeks.

With that fluffy hyena tail tickling her belly scales, Michaela took what was now hers, sinking deeply into the moaning girl’s rump with a slick pop and a slow, firm slide to stretch and bulge her. The outline of that ridged cock wasn’t quite as visible in Meesha’s belly as it had been in Indi’s, but it was still there, pulsing behind the hyena’s own. No matter how much they milked her, Meesha was still productive, and though she squirmed a little in that overpowering grasp, there was absolutely nothing she could do but throb and outright spurt precum in the direction of the bound tigress, painting the floor in glistening patterns. Talia couldn’t ignore the wasteful sound of all that seed splattering on the floor.

“Wait, wait, hold on! I have an idea!” she shouted, springing up to her feet again.

Michaela didn’t listen closely enough to refrain from taking the first few strokes. She gripped that hyena, hefting her entire weight in that overpowering full nelson, and fucked deep into that tight hole. The slow but heavy thrusts stroked over Meesha’s pleasure button again and again, leaving her curling her toes and fingers alike, pulling a mix of near-orgasmic and shocked expressions as she sampled that pleasure as if for the first time. The dragoness massaged her with every thrust, using that texture to stimulate her prostate until she was gushing her juices, precumming as if already shooting a cumshot with every single desperate pulse and throb of that vein-bulging black cock.

“Yes, dear?” A gleam of dragon fang followed those words.

“Maybe you should make her mouthfuck the stupid cat. Make her taste my pussy on Meesha’s dick.”

The suggestion curled the corner of Michaela’s lip, revealing just a few more teeth. She didn’t need to say anything more to show her approval. Talia could feel it, and she quickly made herself useful, bounding up despite how full she was, dripping cum all the way as she helped to guide the hyena’s cock towards the tiger’s waiting mouth. Unable to close her jaws or snarl a threat, Indi could do little more than stand there, bent over just right to accept the stiff, solid length of Meesha’s dick until it started pushing down her throat. In her daze, Meesha ignored every single second of getting plowed by that stimulating dragon shaft, made all the stiffer as she got her button massaged. She was leaking straight down the tiger’s throat, leaving Indi to choose between swallowing or choking. Her indignation might have made her consider the latter for a few moments, but she ensued gulping quickly enough.

With a fluffy groin mashed against her nose, Indi had to huff the hyena’s sweet scent and light musk of exertion in lieu of proper gasps for air between forced thrusts into her mouth. Swallowing around all those inches only made the cock in her mouth leak all the more. Meesha couldn’t help the little throbs and pulses she gave in response to Indi’s swallows. They just felt so good, hugging so tightly around her cock, dragging it a slight bit deeper every time as if to steal it away for herself. What was merely an act of survival felt like greed to the hyena getting her ass fucked and her dick sucked, at least in some sense.

Once everything was in place, Michaela doubled her efforts, exerting herself to ram that soft, thumpable ass as deeply and as firmly as she could. She never lost control of herself, no matter how ferocious she got, no matter how much she started to [i]growl[/i]. Her pace was steady, following her own percussion rhythm just right, drumming on that fine ass until Meesha was balls deep in tigress mouth. Indi kept her focus on swallowing that cock to the point she almost didn’t notice the snakedragon sneaking up behind her. Talia made her presence known with a quick tug of that lashing tail just to tighten Indi’s muscles before she dove in to take a prize of her own.

Talia’s hybrid tongue could do so very much with just a few bends and curls. Its flexibility was every bit as useful as its length. A few teasing strokes along the folds of the tigress’ pussy gave her a good sample of all the taste Michaela had left there, fucking that cat over and over. More than just that, Talia took a sample of Indi’s own arousal. Even bent over, bound, and humiliated, there was a trace of her own wetness adding to the fragrance and the flavour dancing over that long, bending tongue. Of course Talia had to dig in deeper, wriggling all the way, stimulating and stealing all that soft, velvety, lustful taste away for herself and helping inspire just a little more. Or maybe that was just her drooling over the buffet of fine, feminine flavours all wrapped around her tongue.

She shoved deeper, and even deeper still. All but penetrating the tiger’s womb with that curled, flexing, bending tongue, Talia lapped in and out with the kind of speed and slickness that it sounded indistinguishable from fucking that bound cat. There she remained, poised, immersed, indulging herself no matter how much the tigress squirmed or [i]clenched[/i] down on her tongue. That just felt like the rumblings of a slow build to orgasm, whether Indi liked it or not. Talia wasn’t going to let up when every tongue-thrust sent more and more juices spilling into her mouth. She swallowed them when enough welled up, and kept right on going, slurping and fucking as sloppily and loudly as she could.

Maybe her example helped inspire Michaela to an even better finish. Talia liked to think so. At the top, most dominant position of that four-person chain of pleasure, the dragoness controlled the pace, and she kept it at the very highest point, the most intense she could possibly be, pouring it all out on that hyena’s rump. The ripples of impact on those juicy cheeks rolled down through the line, forcing Meesha’s dick even deeper down that bulging throat, testing Indi’s stamina and focus. The latter proved especially taxed the longer Talia worked on her, lick-fucking that hot cunt nice and sloppy, until the trembles of near-orgasm helped squish even more flavour into the snakedragon’s senses.

Michaela put Meesha’s hips to the truest test of all, using them for her handles when she bottomed out and plunged her knot into a tight hole so well-fucked it spread around that massive, stiff swell to accept it. The dragoness locked into place inside that soft hyena and clutched her close to roar to her and cum inside her once again. Meesha knew she’d experienced that feeling already, but in a clearer state it was as good as the first time, pushing her to all new heights of toe-curling ecstasy. She throbbed, rigid, and pulsed her way through an orgasm of her own under two seconds later, sending it all straight down the tiger's throat so suddenly Indi barely got a chance to taste it.

Chugging from that tap kept the tigress occupied, and she couldn’t be distracted from that task even by that expert tonguing. Michaela emptied her nuts inside Meesha right up to the moment the hyena stopped cumming. Just when it seemed the tigress had a moment to breathe, Michaela wrenched her captive back and started the process of slowly, loudly pulling her knot from that squelching, leaking ass. Dragon spunk poured down Meesha’s taint and balls while she twitched and shuddered in the aftermath of orgasm. Michaela was at least kind enough to set her on her paws, though such a gift went unappreciated when Meesha simply collapsed anyway. The dragoness had other concerns than the big hyena crashing to the floor of her den.

She was still cumming, still shooting plenty of her cum right in the tiger’s pretty face, or up and over her body to soak into her hair and stripes. Talia wasn’t out of range either, and she wore that hot rope of fresh jizz with pride, never straying from her tasty task. Michaela wasted no more of her precious seed. She took Meesha’s place and plunged her perfect, flared, ridged cock right into Indi’s panting maw and straight down her throat. All those textures rubbed their way down the tiger’s throat until Michaela bottomed out with her knot kissing against those forcibly spread lips. She wasn’t going to let herself be foiled by what was physically possible. Not after waiting so long to finally [i]knot[/i] that damn blue cat.

It required seizing hold of the stockade and showing some [i]force[/i], but Indi couldn’t stop her. Michaela face-fucked her prize until that enormous, solid bulb of stiff dragon knot, bulging even bigger in the middle of orgasm, slipped past the last of the tiger’s resistance. The dragoness locked inside that bulging throat and held herself there, giving some short thrusts to milk what remained of her orgasm straight into Indi’s sagging belly. Meesha’s load had been filling, but Michaela absolutely stuffed the elegant feline. Most of the cum she’d already pumped into that gut had leaked out or been absorbed by then, so she replaced it all, pump after pump, spurt after snarling spurt, forcing the tigress to keep swallowing it down or drown, even when her usually trim middle was bloated to the point it was swinging beneath her. Every jostling motion of her hips and every remaining throb of her huge, jaw-stretching knot brought another sloshing jiggle out of Indi’s great big cum-gut.

When her orgasm came to a still-thickly-trickling close, there came the question of just how long she was going to hold herself there. Lacking the ability to struggle, Indi could only rely on her willpower to keep conscious. That lasted until her eyes began to flutter and roll back. It didn’t make her squeeze any more gently on Talia’s tongue. The snakedragon was a few licks away from making the tigress cum, but she made sure to stop before she pushed the cat over the edge. Priming her until she ached to be filled ensured she was [i]ready[/i] when Talia’s mistress took over.

Wrenching back without a care, leaving the tigress to cough through her gag just to breathe again, Michaela claimed her spot. Talia knew when it was time to move out of the way. She slipped her tongue back out of those quivering folds and left the big cat to drip with need and snakedragon saliva alike. Meesha needed some company. Talia stretched out alongside the big, creamed yeen and helped all that cum settle in with some tender tummy rubs while she observed the show, in her way.

Michaela was not gentle. She hadn’t been in anything she’d done to the pair of captives, but it was time for the real dragon in her to come out. The way she was gnashing those fangs when she mounted the bound cat from behind, she looked ready to take a bite. Instead, she satiated herself by clutching those hips, digging her fingers into the stripes of that ass, and yanking Indi back to take the cock that she only just got out of her throat. Talia had at least prepared her well, ensuring she was nice and slice while the dragoness delved deep into the slick tunnel of her pussy, spreading her out around that flare, only to leave her clamping down at the pleasure of those ridges stroking her inside over and over.

She didn’t stop until she was flare-deep in tigress womb. That was the kind of thing that might have brought a snarl from her captive, but the best Indi had to offer was a faint gurgling noise. It became a question of just what would break first once Michaela really got going with her - the tigress or the creaking stockade that held her in place. Another hard thrust battered her pussy with that knot, though it still didn’t quite fit inside. Michaela was out of patience. She didn’t try to slowly inch that fat thing inside. She used force.

Another snarl, and she wrenched back, stimulating the tigress with every single ridge, and slammed forth all over again with about as much force as she could muster. The momentum behind her hips ensured she penetrated as close to balls deep as she could in a single thrust, smacking that cunt with her knot, spanking those lips over and over until they gave her a squelching kiss. The tigress’ body quivered with the effort, muscles tight, pussy trembling around all that cock. It wasn’t making Michaela’s job any easier. The dragoness just had to fuck harder to get what she wanted more than anything else.

The wood was splintering. Or was the experienced tigress finally showing her age and collapsing under the force of those long, pounding thrusts? The impact of each stroke resonated up her arched spine, bending her, bruising her, and she couldn’t escape no matter how much she tugged. One more hard knot-thump was enough to spread her out even more, to teeter on the edge of getting tied. Michaela pulled back even faster, before the tigress could even recover from that blow, and threw herself into a fourth thrust with such force she left her feet just hit all the harder and attempted to go fully balls-deep in the sopping sex finally wrapped around every single inch she could give.

It made for a powerful hammerblow, but that massive thing just wasn’t going to fit. Not without some training. Or even less mercy. Holding herself there, letting Indi writhe on the knot spreading her out and bulging below her belly, flared cock flexing wide and spraying her womb down with an excess of fresh cum, Michaela considered her next move. That pussy was stubborn, kissing against that knot, stretching, but ultimately rejecting Michaela’s tie. A few more testing humps didn’t change that.. A toss of her head and a bellow of a growl, and she yanked back to get ready to slam forward yet again, ready to keep trying even if it was a losing effort. Juices poured down the back of Indi’s thighs at that, leaving her quivering and contracting, edging even closer, until Michaela came ramming forth with the same brutal speed every time.

The steady slap of nuts to soft-furred thighs, and the sucking [i]POP[/i] of a knot getting smooched by the contracting lips of a climaxing pussy with every thrust drowned out most of the tiger’s muffled moans. They were little more than mewls by then. Talia listened to them closely, snuggling the bloated hyena while the tigress got forced to cum and squirt her juices all over the cock of the dragoness so violently fucking her. Michaela fucked so hard, putting so much weight into every belly-bulging thrust that the stocks finally began to crack. Indi was too busy quaking her way through a forced orgasm to make use of that opportunity.

Those squirts and convulsions both continued all the way down to the floor when her bindings finally broke just from her shoulders slamming up against them hard enough. Michaela fucked her all the way, pouncing on top of her before she could so much as think of attempting an escape or counterattack. Her claws made short work of the remaining wood, freeing Indi’s wrists just in time to seize them and yank them backwards to keep the cat pinned with the whole weight of a dragoness on her back. Michaela never stopped fucking, never stopped knot-pumping that pussy raw and tender, even as Indi’s orgasm stopped clenching and her body slumped in exhaustion. She wasn’t done until the dragon was done with her.

Michaela took a hand away from the tiger’s wrists just to curl her fingers around the curve of Indi’s hip and lift that ass a little higher. She needed the best angle she could get to go as deep as possible, and the tigress didn’t even let herself collapse. Maybe she needed that pleasure too. Raw, overstimulated, and drooling through the gag that kept her from voicing her objections, she was still kneading the dragon’s dick with the constant pulses of her pussy snugly wrapped around those many textured inches. There might have been a rumble coming from somewhere deep in her chest.

Blanketing the smaller but sturdy form of the big cat beneath her scaled form, Michaela let a trace of saliva drip from her jaws as she rutted that wet slit with all the ferocity she wished. Nothing could stop her. Meesha didn’t even seem to be seeing anything, staring up at the distant rock ceiling while Talia kneaded her. And though she sometimes gave a jump of her hips or a buck of her back to bash against Michaela’s bust, Indi wasn’t going anywhere. Her strength was depleted, poured into her pleasure, milked out of her by every single knot-slamming swing of the dragon’s hips. Michaela continued at a primal pace, faster and faster, coming tantalizingly close to knotting that cunt every time she entered and yanked back out again. She kept up that strict training regimen, slamming that cat with a pair of swinging, clenching nuts, hammering forth to grind in ever so slightly deeper.

Grinding that swell of cock against her clit set the tigress off again. She managed enough of a sound that it rumbled even through her gag, forcing it out until it slipped loose and left her to roar at last. The sound didn’t last long. She got a brief explosion of feline noise out of her newly liberated lips, and then she just fell to something like a mewl. It was nothing compared to what was building inside Michaela. The dragoness was tense, her body flexed, powerful, glistening with the juices she squeezed out of the defeated feline beneath her. She pounded her way through the snarls, through the growing rumbles until her balls gave a clench, her knot swelled, and she stretched the tiger’s womb with the sheer girth of her flare.

Then there came that roar. There was a reason Michaela had chosen such a sturdy cave for her den. Such a noise would have collapsed a lesser dwelling on top of them all. Instead, it just echoed off the hard walls, sending a shudder through Talia as she watched her mistress cream the agile tigress mindless. Every shudder, every squeeze around those stimulating inches while she got filled up with cum sent Indira spiralling deeper into such a state she didn’t even try to escape anymore. She remained right where she was, ass up, tail lifted, letting the dragoness drain those plump balls directly into her womb. Somewhere in the chaos of it all, she came again, an insignificant squirt compared to the volume of hot dragon jizz packing her taut and stretching her belly until it touched the ground.

Michaela remained there, so very close to knotted with her prize, giving a few more humps just to assert a little more dominance than she already had. Then she flashed her fangs, took a deep breath, and exhaled as if that show of gnashing, salivating aggression had been nothing more than a performance. She let her cock slowly soften inside the warmth of the tigress wrapped around her, inching outwards with nothing near the same aggression as she started. Stroking her claws down the tiger’s back, playing over those stripes, she got precisely the reactions he wanted in some warm rumbles in place of the snarling objection Indi had previously offered. That made Michaela’s smile a little brighter.

“Good. I think you’re finally broken. Almost thought you were going to say something, for a moment there. But this is fine. Let’s see just how far you’ll go for me.”

Filling her new pets up until they audibly sloshed with just their deep, panting breaths meant they needed a break to let some of it flow back out again. The pressure slowly released, leaving hyena and tigress in puddles of dragon cum over time. Michaela dragged them off by their leashes when she couldn’t wait anymore. Together they crawled along, loyal and dripping. Their bellies slowly shrank as they leaked or just absorbed what they’d been given, but Michaela’s balls were far from drained. They were plump and audibly churning by the time she reached one of her many thrones, sitting straight and proud on the bejeweled seat to tower over her toys. Talia was quick to follow, and didn’t hesitate to sink down to her knees right alongside the captives she’d helped deliver, directed by a single click of the dragon’s tongue.

“Good girl. Show them exactly how to worship. They should learn from the best.”

Michaela’s voice came deeper, with a growl in her throat accompanying every word. Talia knew what that meant. She led the charge, pushing her snout right between Michaela’s balls to start sniffing and slurping alike. The taste was every bit as good as the scent. Both demanded equal attention, and she kept licking until the others clued into what was expected of them. Meesha and Indira each had their own styles of approach when it came to worshipping their dragon mistress. The hyena worked wetly, using the whole of her thick tongue to make Michaela’s nuts and cock as slick as possible. Indi retained some trace of her dignity, working slowly, using that tongue to explore every scale of that sack, every ridge of the shaft still glazed in her own juices.

There they remained for minutes or hours. It was impossible to say for sure when they were wrapped up in the scent of the dragoness. Talia took the first move once more when she sensed the tension from Michaela’s cock growing more urgent. Then there were those steady rumbles from those hefty balls. The snakedragon knew precisely what Mistress needed, and she didn’t need to ask to be certain. Instead, she licked along the leaking tip of Michaela’s shaft, swiping up some juices and holding them on her tongue to push into Meesha’s mouth for a nice, deep smooch.

They held that kiss for a little longer, but a sudden [i]glrrrrn[/i] like a growl from Michaela’s balls alerted Talia to the dragon’s need. She slipped back, pulling her long tongue back into her own mouth. A smack of her lips, a smile, and she simply reached out. Meesha didn’t object when she found herself grasped by the braids, directed where Talia wanted her. It felt like a playful suggestion at first. A little shove to press her muzzle against the flat tip of Michaela’s dick was a good opportunity to lick, at least until the snakedragon made a grab for that snout and shoved it straight past the slight resistance of Michaela’s leaking cockslit. The dragoness arched an eyeridge, and then broke into a grin that was all fangs.

“Mm. Good. You know exactly what I need.”

Michaela wasn’t going to just sit back and let Talia do all the work. It took a simple flex of her lower body, tightening just the right muscles, to clamp down on that muzzle and secure her prey. There was still so much more soft hyena outside of the dragon’s body, and yet her fate was already sealed. Michaela demonstrated just how decisive the grip of her cock really was with those inner flexes, dragging Meesha down with a slick, wet swallow that echoed all around her once her whole head ended up engulfed in the thickly musky confines of that rising shaft. The fleshy gulps brought the kind of pleasure to Michaela that made her more rigid than ever.

The scent of pure lust invading Meesha’s senses ensured she was slow to clue into exactly what was going on. She moaned before anything else. The squelching squeeze all around her features and inching over her shoulders was the kind of massage she didn’t know she needed. Delving deeper into Michaela’s musk left her eyes and mouth both watering, immersing her and drenching her in the finest way. She licked her lips, and her surroundings too, just to take it in a little more and slip deeper into total intoxication.

Having Talia kissing her all over only helped her shrug off any nervousness all the easier. The snakedragon gave her smooching farewells all over that warm, brown body, sniffing that sweet fur one last time before it belonged to the dragoness. She teased too, licking down Meesha’s spine, teasing under her tail, over her taint, her balls. Everything she did ensured the thick hyena went down throbbing like she had more of that venom in her veins, but really it was just the experience of being swallowed that kept her obedient even as the gulping squeezes of something a little like peristalsis made it a little harder to breathe, working over her chest and heavy bust.

When Talia wasn’t kissing and kneading that body with a certain reverence, she took two great big handfuls of that booty and started pushing. Michaela didn’t need the help of course, but the temptation to dunk the hyena to the bottom of those scaled balls a little faster was too powerful to ignore. One of the leashes in Michaela’s hand went taut once Meesha was halfway swallowed. She adjusted it, pulling it loose, letting it stretch out so that it stayed in place with a little slack. That hyena was going down collared, to be tugged and toyed with even as she churned in the great [i]glurning[/i] confines of a glistening dragoness sack.

Michaela didn’t forget about that other leash, either. She brought the tigress down to ensure Indi felt the swell of her balls once her prey started touching down. A muffled groan of delight was still audible when the dragon’s cock swallowed Meesha’s own. It resonated through the scales, mixing with the constant churning noises that greeted her. Talia licked down those long legs and tickled the hyena’s paws, finishing off with one last kiss, and then she brought her attention downwards to ensure the tigress worshipped those prey-bearing balls every bit as thoroughly as she had already been.

While Michaela’s pets licked and rubbed her nuts, she finished off her meal. It meant bulging around those expansive hips, ridges bulging all the more as she swallowed all that hyena with her knotted dick. Her balls sagged over the edge of her throne and down to the cave floor with the hefty meal packed away inside of them, vaguely outlined at first, but given clear form when she clenched up a little tighter. The first spurt of precum was the thinnest it was going to be for some time, and it was already a thick [i]splot[/i] of juices that trickled down the scales of Talia’s back when she caught it on the way down.

There was no rescuing her charge anymore. Indi was just going to have to kneel there and help massage Meesha into her new form. The process was slow, even gentle. It helped keep the hyena from struggling too much as she got kneaded from all sides, by the slick walls and the hands outside alike. The slow rumble and squelch surrounding her was powerful, but perhaps oddly soothing. It made it easy to sink down more and more, giving into that grip just by relaxing as her broad curves softened little by little, melting away to stuff those nuts extra full with the rising load of thick dragon jizz sloshing all around her.

Now and then Michaela gave a little huff when her balls gave a jump of activity. It all remained mostly calm but for the occasional sinking [i]clench[/i] that pulled even tighter around the hyena’s form, helping highlight how much less solid she was after spending minutes simmering away in all that cream. It soaked into her everything, invading her, overtaking her, smoothing over her fur and turning her into something squishier, something more malleable to the pulses of cum digestion, and the deep massages from Michaela’s pets.

Their effort helped to break her up, detail by detail. There was still the semblance of her curvy self there after an extended churning, but without all the details, like she was just a sketch of her former self. Her face was smooth and featureless, her curves suggested but not clear amid the churning mess packing Michaela’s balls full. That too began collapsing, sinking inwards on itself, [i]spluching[/i] down into all the rest of the spunk steaming inside the sauna of the dragon’s sack. A little more simmering was all it took, aided by that loyal kneading. A faint lump remained, but there was no movement, not even a final twitch to indicate Meesha had passed from partly digested to completely cummified without a single solid trace.

Once the leash in her hand went totally slack, Michaela leaned back and gave an extended sigh. She let it go, leaving it to dangle there, dripping cum over her dutiful worshippers. She could feel her prey had been completely converted, helping to smooth and tighten her extra heavy balls in the aftermath. Her pets had been tending to her in something like a trance all the while. Even Talia was caught up in it, glassy-eyed until she heard the dragoness speak, though not to her.

“Now. What to do with you. It seems you’ve failed your protection job, cat. What do you think you deserve as your punishment?”

It wasn’t the kind of question she expected Indi to answer. Gazing down into those violet tigress eyes, Michaela only needed a moment to decide for herself. A quick curl of one corner of her fang-filled mouth gave just the sort of imposing gleam to hint at what she’d chosen.

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It was easy to assume that with all that extra weight, Michaela wasn’t exactly mobile. That marked the second time that very evening that Indira found herself caught off guard. If it was even the same day anymore. It didn’t matter. After watching the dragoness pull that leash fully out of her cock, she found herself suddenly buried beneath all those scales by the growling, lunging beast pushing her over flat on the floor and pinning her beneath that scaly weight. Michaela set her prey-fattened nuts down in between the tiger’s thighs and worked to grasp her pet by the thighs, manipulating her like a striped puppet. Fucking that cat in the stocks hadn’t been enough. Michaela had even more vicious urges inside her to let out.

Indi gave some cursory struggles. Whether she meant them or not wasn’t fully clear. She hadn’t been fucked completely stupid, just yet. Her intensity remained, but she’d been greatly weakened by everything Michaela had put her body through. A few snarls and growls got overpowered by the dragon’s constant rumbles. She purred better than any cat, with those mighty growls deep in her chest. She was more powerful than the tigress, even with that extra weight, and she soon put Indi into the position she wanted her.

Legs high, paws right up near her face, the tigress couldn’t have been more exposed to Michaela’s needs. She was flexible enough to hold that position for as long as needed, for as long as she was forced to, but it didn’t make it any easier to push Michaela off. Another tug of that leash was just to pull that collar a little tighter, to leave the tigress a little quieter while Michaela mounted and penetrated her one more time. A firm press of flared tip to tender pussy, spreading that cat out all over again, and the dragoness kept on pressing deeper and deeper, ignoring the snarly yowls beneath her.

She knew what she wanted. For as much cum as she’d already put inside the tiger’s womb, she couldn’t be fully certain she’d bred that older woman just yet. Dragons were ever so good at crossing the species barrier, of course. But she had to be [i]certain[/i]. There was such potency, and such [i]volume[/i] sloshing in her swinging nuts. All she had to do was put that to good use. The extra weight helped her build even more momentum for that first, hard thrust, making it clear exactly what she wanted from the tigress.

There came the pound of that knot again, ramming at the doorway, shaking through the tiger’s body. A bounce of breasts, a jiggle of rump and thigh where that athletic form wasn’t perfectly taut, and the occasional squirm accompanied the rising screeches and screams that escaped Indi’s lips. Even destructively fucking the cat right out of her bindings hadn’t been enough. She needed to make that gorgeous tigress belong to her, and knotting her was the perfect way to do that. Her balls gave loud sloshes with every bounce and thrust, loudly churning, ready to put all the cum that used to be Meesha in her snug, warm new home.

It didn’t take long after the first initial thrusts before Michaela fell into a fierce, even frightening rhythm, fucking with the same force she’d used to lunge and pounce the tigress to the ground. Yet Indi wasn’t going to give up and let herself be a broodslut for the dragoness without a little wriggling. She was pulsing so hard on that pounding cock, squeezing around it so tightly it was as if she hoped to milk Michaela of all that cum before the dragoness was actually ready. A small victory perhaps, one that wasn’t going to leave her any less bloated and bred, yet one she fought for with whatever she had left every time that knot spanked against her trembling pussy lips. She couldn’t help the shaking. Her whole body was trembling with effort, and yet the dragoness never seemed to tire.

Michaela painted that womb with more and more of her precum to the point it felt like she was already seeding that tigress, that Indi had won their wordless struggle. Nothing distracted her from her goal. She watched those tits jiggle just for her, watched those feline fangs flash and those purple eyes go all out of focus, rolling back ever so slightly from the repeated blows of dragon knot on soft cunt. Michaela didn’t care if she broke that cat’s mind. She was getting [i]inside[/i], all the way, squelching, popping, knot-smooching those tender petals until they finally gave in under all the pressure and stretched around that massive bulb of dragoness girth.

One more lunge forward with a massive, sucking [i]POP[/i] and Michaela finally had her wish granted. She tied with that pussy and shoved her cock deeply in the tiger’s womb. Indi was tough enough to take it without screaming, but she made plenty of noise. Most of it was the pleasured mewl-rumbles of orgasm. Their bodies were in sync for those moments, mating together while the dragoness tightened, flexed, and finally started shooting inside the tigress. The first shot was already enough to fill her and breed her. That swollen knot ensured the rest of it stayed inside her too.

That was a moment of triumph worthy of another roar. Michaela remained atop the tigress, knot-humping her way through climax until that soft-furred belly expanded enough to press up against her own middle. That didn’t stop her either. She let that cum-belly squish between Indi’s thighs, filling her so taut that the tigress couldn’t even squirm anymore. Her arms fell to her sides, splayed out. She wasn’t even lashing her tail anymore. Simply laying there, accepting her impregnation with an extended, low rumble, staring ahead without really seeing anything, the tigress was as good as claimed.

Not that Michaela took it for granted. She kept the slow, shallow thrusts going, using that last inch beneath her fat knot to massage as much ecstasy out of the tigress as she could possibly take and provide alike. The steady [i]SPLURCH[/i] of thick ropes hitting that womb turned to more of a squelch the fuller and fuller Indi got. Humping down to the very last drop, until her balls were all emptied out and down to a more regular, if even plumper size didn’t convince Michaela to get off of the tigress either. She simply remained where she was, holding that cat in the same mating press, and clicked her tongue to bring Talia over.

“Come. Let me describe to you the look on her face. Fulfilled. Accepting. Defeated.” She tapped the tigress on the forehead. “What do you think that means, hmm?”

The snakedragon scampered over to consider what Michaela was asking her. Even if she couldn’t see it, she could feel the aura the tigress was giving off. She pondered, tapping her chin, but soon broke into a fangy grin. Of course she knew what Mistress was talking about.

“That’s the face of someone who got exactly what she’s always needed, no matter how much she denied it. The look of someone finding her [i]true[/i] self.” Talia let out a giggle. “And it just so happens it’s a dazed and swollen dragon breeding slut!”

Michaela leaned over to give the hybrid a quick kiss. “Mmhmm. That’s exactly right. You’ll have to help me with her. She seems especially needy. And I’m sure you will. You’ve been such a good girl, bringing me such wonderful treasures. I will think hard about how to reward you.”

Talia wiggled her tail a little at the thought. She had so many ideas for what that could have meant, and was certain whatever Michaela came up with would be even better than anything she could imagine.

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Michaela didn’t even glance at Talia. She wanted it to be as much of a surprise for the snakedragon as it was for the tigress. It was obvious enough to send the hybrid giggling soon enough. The dragoness took that leash still hanging from her cock and began to bind it with Indi’s own. Tying them together in a firm knot, humming to herself, she acted like it was the most casual thing to do right up to the moment she gave the first flex. The sudden lurch that came with sucking that leash down to where its empty collar lurked in a flood of cum brought the tigress along for the ride.

It wasn’t necessary, but Talia reached out to help guide the cat towards her fate. The tigress had been thoroughly broken in by humiliation and harsh sex alike, but she still had some fight in her, wrenching back and giving a growl that said she most certainly wasn’t going to just let herself be turned into dragon jizz as easily as Meesha had. A nip to the neck, a deeper one at that, from Talia helped change that. The tigress reached up to push the hybrid away, but she was too late. The venom was already doing its work, already sending her even deeper into her own depravity, leaving her startled reaction to that flood of new arousal muffled by cock swallowing her face.

This one, Michaela wasn’t easing in. The tigress deserved a devouring as powerful as she had been, before that venom entered her veins the first time. Standing up on her feet with that muzzle wedged deeply in her dick, forcing the tigress to rise, bent over by the constant clenches around her features, smothered in rich musk that was only made more arousing by the aphrodisiac creeping through her body. She still fought, still scrambled with her toeclaws digging into the hard floor, even as her pussy put out such an excess of juices they streamed right down her legs and to the floor. She nearly slipped in them.

Reaching for that lashing tigress tail, Michaela used it for a handle to help her pump her prey down her shaft. Humping and thrusting, fucking that cat away inch by inch, she made those protests all the more muffled as she doused the tigress in even more of her juices. Grinding that scent deep into her fur was already doing such a good job of claiming her, but the dragoness wasn’t done until she’d fully satisfied her greed. Her balls pulsed with the anticipation of churning that pretty cat, jostling around all the cum already sloshing there.

Indi’s situation was all the worse for the collar hugging tight around her throat. It strangled her a little on the way down, ensuring she breathed only in sharp gasps, filling her lungs with bursts of that dragon heat each time. It was all so very good for softening her struggles, but she had another explosion of energy when Michaela’s gulping cock got close to her sex. All that venom could have been fatal for someone less accustomed to it, but for the tigress, it just made her so incredibly horny and sensitive despite the danger that she could hardly bear to feel that grip glossing along her folds. Her choked cry was already muffled, and completely drowned out when Michaela dunked that pretty face into all the cum she’d made of Meesha.

A trace of the hyena’s confectionery sweetness remained even in that thick cream. Mostly though, it was just pure, mind-blasting heat and scent, leaving the tigress shuddering over struggling. Her pussy glossed down that ridged shaft, making her kick her legs and stiffen her tail until she went as rigid as the cock devouring her. Michaela broke into a savage grin. She felt that orgasm. Even being devoured, she couldn’t keep from squirting for her dragon mistress. That only made Michaela plunge the cat deeper into her nuts all the more swiftly, reaching down to grasp those paws and ankles, shoving hard to finish the job right in the middle of the tiger’s climax just to leave Indi all the more overwhelmed and disoriented alike.

A deep, dark [i]dunk[/i] into thick spunk sealed her fate, even if she still had some fight left in her. Michaela took that weight without flinching or losing her balance. Standing firm and strong, she stroked her shaft with both hands, leaking an excess of mess down to the floor. Her precum was already shooting, already raining down all over Talia, who caught it with her mouth open and her tongue extended like she was catching snowflakes. It was something more precious than that. Every drop was either a little trace of Meesha, or a small detail of the tigress, already churning down and converting, bit by tiny bit.

Fully immersed in cum that sank into her every single hole, the tigress wasn’t going to last long. She licked and stretched her arms out nonetheless, trying to make some room for herself, gurgling her protests when she was fully submerged in all that heavy jizz. It burbled and swayed around her with the movements, splashing against the walls of Michaela’s nuts. All she was succeeding in doing was stirring up even more activity. The process of cum-digesting her whole numbed her toes and fingers, and sent a tingling feeling crawling down her spine, all the way to the tip of her tail.

“Such excellent gifts for your mistress,” she told Talia in a steady voice, despite how hard her cock was bulging and flexing in her stroking grip. “I have a reward for you. It’s almost ready.”

Just hearing that left the snakedragon drooling, slurping her chops loudly, watching those balls break down the powerful curves of the athletic cat inside them. She always had a good sample of that flavour on her tongue. It was going to be even better once Indi was all churned up right along with the hyena, joining with the one she failed to protect. Michaela’s balls were getting smoother, the shapes pushing out beneath the scales flattening, losing their details as assuredly as the tigress was running out of strength. It was hot in there and she was horny to the point of insanity thanks to Talia’s bite.

With cum overtaking her from every angle, Indi found herself sinking down deeper and deeper. It might have felt like drowning if she wasn’t already partly cum herself. Instead, it was merely joining with the nut-stuffing jizz all around her, her new essence, her new being. Numbness overtook her in places, but everything she still had left tingled so much that she ended up writhing her way to something like another orgasm. Talia listened as Michaela jerked her cock just above the faintly busty shape of the big cat she was melting down, absorbing into the rest of her spunk, leaking from her tip. The more of Indi she processed, the more impossibly massive those balls got.

Even if the tigress wasn’t quite done, it was Talia’s time. She knew it just from a sensation in the air. Up she got, standing before the dragoness, just high enough to reach that cock. Michaela released her grip and left such responsibility in the snakedragon’s capable hands. Talia stroked, she squeezed, and she kissed, adoring on that cock while the dragoness finished squeezing and squishing her prey down to nothing more than an even bigger load. There were still a few solid shapes left in Michaela’s sack by the time Talia started sucking, but those were barely wiggling anymore, incapable of anything more than total submission.

By the time Talia got her lips down to the knot, dragon cock outlined in her neck, stimulating her flexible throat, Indi was gone. It was surprisingly unceremonious after all the struggle. Just another groan of nuts churning away the last of her, if a particularly noisy one marked the last traces of that cat. She was converted and stuffing Michaela’s nuts until they were stretched down low between her legs, swaying with the motions of Talia’s head going up and down over that shaft. Even unseeing, the hybrid still gazed up at her mistress with utter adoration, feeling that smile washing over her. She was doing such a good job.

With her prey finished, Michaela started a slow thrusting, kissing her knot against Talia’s lips. Those weren’t nearly as stubborn as the tigress had been. Nothing was too much of a stretch for Talia’s snake half. She opened even wider to swallow that huge shape right along with the rest of that dick inside her, taking it all the way down to her chest, pushing up behind her musk without bothering her in the slightest. Swallowing and drinking every single drop of juices she could possibly get, Talia moaned her bliss around all that cock, muffled yet so very clear in just how emphatically she meant it.

Michaela wasn’t rough with her like she’d been with the others. Her cock, engorged with all the tension from churning up two satisfying meals was enough of a burden, enough of a feat just to swallow, nevermind to suck with such expertise. Talia used her tongue to tickle and tease those nuts, encouraging the dragoness to hold nothing back, to give her everything she had. Working those lips like that, it wasn’t going to take much longer. Michaela took a handful of the hybrid’s hair, tugging it lightly, and gave one good, firm thrust straight down to get the eruption started.

Hitting an orgasm like that wasn’t so much something for Michaela to roar about as it was to brace herself and try not to let it blow her right over. She let Talia suck it all down. That knot embedded deep in the hybrid’s mouth, sometimes even her throat ensured that spunk went where it belonged. The first flare-bulging, pulsing, [i]splurching[/i] shot of creamed prey gushed straight to the bottom of Talia’s belly and changed her shape in an instant. Michaela wasn’t worried. She knew what the snakedragon could do, and just kept grunting and gritting her teeth in a rising snarl as she slowly swung her hips, fucking that cumload of former friend and bodyguard all mixed together until she’s inflated Talia to an obscene size.

Yet no matter how big she got, no matter how much her scales stretched under all that pressure, Talia held on. She kneaded that knot with her lips to keep the cumshot floating, and to ensure the seal was taut. It wasn’t perfect, and some excess came shooting right back up her throat, leaking from her lips or through her nostrils when the pressure was great enough. Even immersed that deeply in Michaela’s scent, the hybrid didn’t stop sucking, even when the sound of her guzzling that cumshot turned from lewd to absurd.

The steady [i]GLURK[/i] of her so fiercely gulping echoed all through the darkness. She swallowed as hard as she could, and that was no small thing. Even Michaela gave the occasional twitch of her face, hidden from her pet, while she got sucked for the gallons upon gallons of cum she’d churned up out of those lovely gifts. When she wasn’t tugging on Talia’s hair or horns, she simply stroked the hybrid’s head fondly, telling her what a good job she was doing without needing a single word.

Minutes of drinking high-pressure cum left Talia swollen up to the point of immobile. She’d taken it [i]all[/i], for all practical purposes. The streams running down her chin and chest, decorating her massive belly were inconsequential. All that cum had bloated Michaela’s nuts until they were bigger than the entire snakedragon, and wrapped up in that belly, they left Talia’s tummy bigger than the rest of her. She slowly slipped back, sucking that cock one last time, and flopping over once she pulled free of the flare. Despite her size, she didn’t even cough in the aftermath of getting creamed beyond all sensibility.

“Gooood. Very good. Oh, the sight of you.” It was Michaela’s turn to laugh, a light, rumbly chuckle. “You’ve earned your rest.”

Despite the afterglow washing over her, Michaela didn’t neglect her pet. She knelt down and helped Talia adjust into a comfortable position on her size, drooling some of the cum as her belly slowly tightened around that enormous combined load. A kiss on the lips let them share a little cum. Michaela didn’t mind swallowing it, scooping it up with her own tongue. She liked her taste. They held that smooch for a short while, and then broke, leaving the hybrid to recover, and the dragoness to bask in the aftermath of her indulgence. Churning people up, especially the curvy sort like Meesha and Indira, always made her feel like she was glowing inside and out, radiant and frightful all at once. She could hardly wait for the next ones Talia delivered.