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The biggest cats came out at night. Michael stalked the streets on four paws, not in pursuit of anything or anyone in particular, but simply because he could. If he saw something he wanted, he was free to take it, but even if he didn’t, simply strolling the neighbourhood to sample its sights and scents was enough to satisfy him. There was always another night, always another victim to pounce and devour. Sometimes they even invited him in first. Who could resist the lustful charm of a feral beast like him?

There were plenty of parties just waiting for a lion to crash them when he entered a neighbourhood that favoured students of the nearby university. One house was particularly noisy. The thump of music and the flash of lights spoke of a rowdy gathering, something that might have been a little overstimulating for him in truth. Before he could pass it by, something caught his nose. The scent immediately demanded his attention. He was lured in as if by siren song, following his instincts more so than his mind while his nostrils filled with the tempting aroma of an exceptionally horny hyena girl. He needed her.

Drawing closer alerted him there were plenty more achingly aroused ladies awaiting his presence. The hyena was simply the most prominent of them all. He was uniquely inclined towards sniffing them out after all. It sounded - or smelled, at least - very much like a party that required his presence, and so he carried forth, stalking up on the thumping, crowded house. He didn’t have to be especially stealthy about it. Nobody could hear him over the pounding music, and they were far too drunk to care if they spotted him.

Smacking a paw against the front door made it swing open. Either it wasn’t quite closed all the way or he just broke it off the flimsy lock. It really didn’t matter to him. His great maned head appeared there in the doorway for everyone to see, but judging by the state of things, it wasn’t going to have the intended effect. Plenty of eyes glanced in his direction, but rather than shock or horror, they simply greeted him with drunken grins or casual waves of encouragement to enter. A glance up at the drooping banner pinned to the living room wall told him why they were celebrating so hard.

[i]Congratulations Delta Sorority 2023![/i]

Despite the sign, Michael most definitely noticed there were a few boys among the crowd as well. Though they were so girly with those wide-hipped figures and slender shoulders that he was pretty sure they counted as one of the girls too. Michael stopped for a moment just to plant his paws and scan over the crowd to see exactly what he was dealing with. They were a mess of sloshed, sloppy students drinking themselves absolutely stupid to celebrate being named smart and successful. There were all sorts of species that made his mouth water. Two hyenas, a dragoness, a pretty possum boy, and so much more. The only question was where to start.

Maybe he didn’t have to decide himself. That same bright red dragoness he’d been considering since he spotted her stepped towards him, seemingly unafraid. She wore a confident grin. He briefly mistook her for sober until he noticed the way she was swaying on the spot. His head followed the motion of her unsteady posture, eyeing her up and down, wondering if he’d just found himself a volunteer. Instead, she broadly gestured to one of the other guests, shouting her name loudly enough to startle her.

“Layla! Hey! Little miss straight A’s! If you’re not gonna get plastered, why don’t you come have some [i]real[/i] fun?”

“What?” was the simple response from the startled dog.

The husky in question, a soft, plump thing with an ample rack and tum alike was just the sort who really got Michael rumbling. He was tempted to just fling himself across the room and pounce her right that very moment. Maybe to fuck her brains out first, maybe not, but there was no question. He needed that shy-looking canine in his gut before the evening ended, and there simply was no escaping him once he made up his mind.

When the dragon didn’t elaborate further, the husky stood up, casting an uncertain look back and forth between her and the big cat who’d so nonchalantly entered the party.

“What is it Claire?”

“Here’s what I think. You’re hot. You’re soft. You’re filling.”

“H-hey ...”

“I think you should meet our new friend here. He looks hungry.”

Now Layla was looking at him with a much more wary expression. It made him grin rather wickedly. He liked the flash of fear he glimpsed in those precious blue eyes.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea ...” the husky murmured, backing away a little. She didn’t have far to go.

“Maybe you don’t have a choice,” Michael said, striding into the crowd, pushing past various other delectable-looking treats in pursuit of his chosen prey.

Normally he didn’t like his meals to be picked for him, but Claire was right. He definitely had to meet her. The husky looked extra cute in her blue dress, all hugging her curves and putting a nice emphasis on the size of her bust. She was juicy all over, certainly more than an appetizer, but Michael couldn’t stop drooling as he stalked towards her. Licking his chops wasn’t enough to keep him from dribbling on the floor. He didn’t care. Letting that pretty dog know just how much he longed to devour her just made her expression all the more nervous, made her blush all the hotter.

Even in the sea of scents, he could pick out her arousal growing as he got closer. No matter how much she might have doubted the idea, some part of her, some utterly submissive, slutty side [i]wanted[/i] him. She knew where she belonged. He gave her a good show of slurping those dark lips, then opened a little wider to drag his bright pink tongue along the ivory length of his lion fangs. She visibly shuddered, then squeezed her legs together with a whimper of arousal. She was so wet she’d soaked right through her panties. He could see her juices running down the inside of her soft white thighs. It looked like he was just going to have to help her with that.

The sound that escaped her when he walked right up to her, at eye level on all fours, was impressive enough. It got even better. She absolutely squealed then fell to choked, stifled whimpers when he dipped his head down and lapped his way along one of her bare legs. He started at one of her calves, then worked his way higher. The heat of her arousal eventually met his tongue, bringing a deep, commanding rumble from him. That sound projected through the entire room, rattling windows, wobbling drinks in their glasses. Plenty of eyes turned towards him then, if they weren’t already fixed on the scene of the big fucking cat stuffing his face into Layla’s dress so he could get a mouthful of her glossy black cunt.

That sleek and juicy spade was perfect for absolutely slathering with his ultra-stimulating tongue. Few could stand up to such intense pleasure. She grasped at his mane for support, digging her fingers deep as she collapsed against the wall. He pinned her there, slurping, dragging, even wrapping his lips around that particularly plump pussy, sucking on it just as much as he licked it. She went from wet to absolutely drenched, pouring her juices into his open mouth. He worked her over until he had enough of that delicious liquid lust gathered on his tongue to draw back and give a great big gulp right in front of her face. It was just a sample of the services he offered.

Leaving that husky absolutely quivering where she stood, slowly slumping down the wall until she just fell flat on her ass, he swished his tail a few times. The tufted tip smacked against someone’s cheek, but he didn’t let that distract him. All of his attention was on that gorgeous, nervous husky. She looked up at him with the awe he loved to see, and those shiny blue eyes only got wider when he opened his maw up wide for her, revealing every cavernous detail. His fangs, his tongue, his open gullet, it was all glistening with saliva that only flowed thicker the longer her flavour lingered on his palate. Then he lunged.

There was no ceremony about it. He was just having a meal. Michael expected at least some negative reactions from the audience when he [i]homphed[/i] over the husky’s face. He got nothing of the sort. Either people were too out of it to even notice that a lion was eating a guest, or they just whooped and encouraged the indulgence, not grasping the weight of it. He felt a few pats on his flanks while he overtook Layla’s head in his slobbery maw. Any gasps his prey might have been trying to get out were swiftly silenced by the all-encompassing embrace of his jaws inching down over her shoulders.

He didn’t have to hold her down or even work with particular speed. She squirmed a little, but it was more out of confused excitement and arousal than anything. Even once he turned her pretty face into a bulge in his throat, swallowing her down gulp by gulp, she could only curl her toes into the floor and swish her tail some. The lion kept eating. He didn’t bother to disrobe her. That dress was thin enough to digest. Soon he found himself generously scooping his tongue under her barely-covered bust, squishing those nice fat tits into his mouth to suck on while he ate her whole.

That straight-A student was going down his throat. Her promising future was as lion pudge. Soon he found himself curving along her belly, lifting her up in his jaws with that tremendous strength of his. She was a hefty first course, with a nice soft belly to playful chew on while he swallowed her. Of course, he didn’t go further than a few nibbles. He wanted to make sure she was entirely intact by the time he landed in the bottom of his gut. There was plenty to taste as well, especially once he got his tongue on that plump, clenching dog pussy again. One touch was enough to make her scream.

Michael enjoyed all kinds of wails being muffled inside of him, whether pleasure or otherwise. He certainly delighted in teasing and tantalizing that drunk, horny husky with some deep, hot sweeps over the outline of her spade. Soon after he shoved her dress aside with his tongue and got right into her panties, jamming that scratchy slurper a few inches inside of her. He let her squeeze on him a few times, plunging in and out, lapping up every last drop of lust he could take from her. Then he got a whole lot more.

All it took was a few seconds of attention, with her body halfway down his gullet, bulging out his tawny neck fur, and she came for him. It was a jolt throughout her entire body, leaving her stiff and shivering, overtaken by the one-time ecstasy of being eaten out by the very same lion who was devouring her. She squirted for him until he was guzzling down her juices right along with the rest of her. A tilt of his head and a curl of his tongue beneath the dark shape of her cunt helped him stuff her away all the faster. He wasn’t about to give her any time to recover from that final orgasm.

Dragging her tender pussy along the constricting walls of his gullet just kept Layla squirming all the way down. She kicked, she twitched, she wiggled her toes when they were the only thing left framed between the lion’s fangs. Michael slipped along her thick rump and down her juicy thighs, feeling her start to settle inside him at last. Of course, she wasn’t done without the final gulp. He made sure to hold her in position for a few moments, her paws still nestled in his jaws so he could line her up for one big, conclusive [i]ullllp[/i], sealing her away with a few seconds straight of squeezing muscles working her into the dark confines of the big cat’s stomach.

That taut middle sagged with the weight of the husky he’d just eaten, but it was far from hitting the floor just yet. Moments after she settled inside, and the bulge of her curvy, chubby form got hugged all the tighter as the lion let out a satisfied but not satisfied belch. Some of the juices soaring from his mouth with that proud burp surely once belonged to Layla. They were all his now, along with the rest of her. Not a few seconds after getting her settled into his swinging feral gut, and he was already starting to churn her, to knead and slosh her around. His body knew what to do with her. He didn’t have to give her so much as a second thought to digest her down into part of his powerful feral body.

“Hell yeah. Hope you like all my followers knowing what a gut slut you are, Layla,” Claire teased. The dragoness was holding up her phone, capturing and admiring the whole process from the sidelines.

“Were,” Michael finally said after a thorough lick of his chops. There was still plenty of husky taste to lap up after his meal.

“Oh! He talks!” Claire exclaimed, despite the fact that he’d clearly spoken earlier. He couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

“Uh huh. Who have you got now? There’s plenty of room.”

He nodded down at his belly. It was getting noisier. The husky’s disoriented murmurs were becoming more alarmed as she got her chubby body tingled by the flowing juices, squished tight by the constant hungry kneading that only massaged more acids into her fur and skin alike. It was going to get more unpleasant in there for her before long, but that wasn’t his problem. Her cries were overshadowed by the volume of the gurgles working her over, not to mention the noise of the party. If she gained enough coherence to struggle, that too would have been suppressed by the strength of his gut solidly squishing her down into less and less of a husky, second by second. She didn’t bother.

“I think that’s a question only you can answer, big cat. I’m just along for the ride.”

While one tasty slut accepted her fate, Michael scanned the room for his next meal. His eyes briefly settled on Claire, but he decided to pass her up - at least for the moment. She certainly looked delicious, but she was such an eager observer that he decided it wasn’t her time just yet. Instead, he gave some pointed glares to several of the more promising morsels all around the party. That hyena girl looked like she was going to faint just from the sight of him glancing her way. She fell into the arms of her apparent twin, who wasn’t looking any less horny about things, bulging in his tight shorts. Michael had to admit he looked tasty too.

Yet for all the variety on display, it was the unusually smooth sight of a human among the furred and scaled crowd that piqued his interest most at that moment. She looked perhaps a touch out of place among so many unlike her, but that just helped her stand out in his eyes all the more. Soft, smooth, with that shiny red-orange hair, those innocent eyes. She really had no idea about the world she’d walked into, did she? He could tell she hadn’t noticed him yet. That much was obvious when she turned towards him and leapt back in such surprise that she nearly knocked over another of the nearby partygoers.

“Woah! Shit!’ she cried, then cupped her hands over her mouth.

She clearly had never seen an actual lion in person before. Much less one presently digesting someone alive. He was pretty sure Layla was still going anyway. There was the occasional writhe from her gurgling form. Michael didn’t slow his approach any despite the human’s reaction, though he did sit down on his haunches before her to make his introduction first rather than outright pounce her like he initially wanted. It seemed more fun to toy with her a little. Especially since sitting down gave her a much better look at the outline of what was most definitely a [i]person[/i] stewing away inside his stomach. Someone she used to know, perhaps.

“Greetings, human,” he rumbled, really playing up the throaty side of his voice. “How about a name before I eat you out?”

“Ohhh, I should not be so turned on right now ... “ the human muttered, seemingly to herself, but definitely audible.

“That’s an unusual name.” He offered her a smile, all fangs, just to see her shiver.

She stared at him a little longer while she fought off a case of the shakes. “Well ... Autumn, if you have to know.”

“I don’t have to. But I’d like to. Something to remember you by. Maybe.” It was time for a flirty wink. He saw the little nibble of her lower lip it inspired. “Mine’s Michael, if that matters. Now ...”

He left that word lingering, letting the anticipation build. She leaned in. That was when he gave her the pouncing of a lifetime. Several people startled all around him while he took that human to the floor with a dominant snarl. Despite the apparent violence of the feral tackle, he cupped his big paws beneath her by the time she actually hit the ground, cushioning her fall. That didn’t leave her any less demolished, of course. He cradled her and pinned her, looming large over her fallen frame, projecting those bassy lion noises that rattled through every single body in the room.

“Hey,” he told her, in a voice much calmer than those dominant growls. “Take off your shorts.”

The human wasn’t dressed quite so formally as the husky sloshing in his gut. A nice hip-hugging pair of bottoms was the only thing keeping Michael from his prize. The nice thing about humans was how clearly he could see it when she hotly blushed at his words. It was more than just a suggestion. With his hefty weight laid over her lower legs, his paws clutching her body, and his hot breath puffing in her face, it was abundantly clear it was a command. Michael wasn’t going to let up and make it easy for her, either. He wanted to watch her wiggle.

Squirming in the lion’s grasp, Autumn blushed as hotly as a kettle as she struggled to get her shorts off in front of the great big beast who was holding her down. She bit her lip hard enough it must have hurt, breathing heavily like she was one step short of panic. Yet the steamy need of her smooth pussy certainly didn’t tell him she wanted to be anywhere else. He made sure to tease her a little first, puffing in her face, letting her catch a possibly familiar scent that used to belong to the husky.

Michael didn’t actually know how well the two tasty girls knew each other, but he couldn't resist the tease nonetheless. He made sure to move as slowly as possible when he gave her a show of his great, wet mouth, and the bright tongue dancing along his lips and fangs alike, helping to make those threatening details shine all the brighter for her to witness. Both of them knew where she belonged, even if he knew she’d never admit it out loud.

All the toying with his prey only made her tastier. She still had her panties on, but that served as an effective sponge for her soaking arousal when he dipped his maned head down between her bare thighs to lap up every drop of need she gave him. Long, firm drags of his rough tongue were enough to make her gasp her way to something like a howl. It was such a startling sound from the human’s lips that he briefly glanced up at her just to make sure she hadn’t somehow transformed from pleasure alone. She was the same squirmy human, just a very, very pleased one.

Working her panties up and down the folds of her pussy with his tongue allowed him a thorough sample of her flavour, but he wasn’t about to stop there. He took eating out just as seriously as eating, and he was going to show her what a big cat tongue could do. Maybe she’d been with a two-legged lion before, maybe not, but he was something so much more. She was slapping the floor as she bucked her hips into his face, humping his tongue while he dug deeper and deeper, penetrating her, scooping out her juices, making her absolutely thrash in his grasp while he overwhelmed her with rising, tingling ecstasy.

“Michael, I can’t, I don’t, I ...” she cried out to him, shutting her eyes tight as she struggled to even deal with all the good feelings he gave her.

He wasn’t to be stopped. Constant, relentless pleasure was exactly what she was going to get, even while she alternated between thrusting herself towards his mouth and pulling away when the sensations were simply too much for her. Her eyes watered. He was pretty certain he glimpsed her drooling a touch by the time he worked her drenched sex up to an aching, flexing, clenching climax with nothing more than his lips and tongue. Pressing his heavy paws to either side of her hips, he held her precisely in place to ensure she couldn’t escape a single lick, slurping her to a peak until she screamed as if murdered by that impossibly stimulating tongue.

Another oral session, and another mess upon his muzzle and mane. Michael got plenty of juices in his open mouth, but plenty more splashed all around his features. His impeccable grooming was mildly disrupted by the mess, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him from guzzling down all he could get, sucking on that precious human cunt, letting her kick and flail her way about until she was locked in dazed, glossy ruin. What a mess she was. He couldn’t help but grin at the blankness of her visage when he lifted his head up from between her thighs to glance over her.

Such a pretty thing. Soft, smooth, seemingly more delicate than the other creatures there, but maybe she just looked that way without the benefit of fur. An exotic meal for a lion, for certain. He gave her a few moments more to stop hyperventilating. When her breath fell to a quivering gasp, that was good enough for him. He didn’t bother to show off any longer. A stretch of his jaws and a lunge just as vicious as the initial pounce was all it took to start converting her from plaything to prey. She didn’t even manage to cry out when he overtook her face in heated lion maw, steaming her skin with his hot breath.

Gathering her in his paws, he worked his way down her chest, stuffing her head into his throat all at once. There he lingered just a touch, dipping his tongue into her shirt so he could get a taste of her bare breasts. Like Layla before her, there was no need to undress her to swallow her. That thin shirt and bra was going to be no better a match for his digestive system than her meaty curves themselves. He slathered her belly once he squished her bust into his throat, letting it bulge his neck. The main course was between her thighs.

Just because he’d already eaten her out didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease her all the more. He lifted his head higher and higher, tilting his jaws towards the sky so her legs almost touched the ceiling. From there, he slurped her sensitive sex until she was rigid all over, until he could feel the pulse of her clit squished against his sandpaper tongue. It must have been agonizingly pleasurable, but he wasn’t about to let up. Even if she screamed inside of him, he worked her between the thighs until she was locked in toe-curling, shuddering ecstasy. Before she could actually cum in his mouth again, he knocked her back like a drink with a toss of his head.

Slithering her way down with her breath shaking and her pussy glossing along the walls of the lion’s kneading gullet was what finally set her off. Autumn squirted all the way down Michael’s throat, futile kicking her legs as he engulfed her. He half-wondered if she’d realized what was happening to her at the last moments, or if those were merely the spasms of someone experiencing pleasures unlike anything she’d ever had before. Or would ever have again. He shook her down with a few more tosses of his head and mane, smacking his tongue to the base of her soles just to shove her away a little faster. The accumulated heft and weight of his big gut nearly doubled once the human settled in there to press up against the still-squirming husky.

Another meal down, and another proud belch announced his triumph to all the party. Anyone who looked at him then would have reasonably assumed he was full. His gut was bulging out with the heavy combo meal he’d packed away inside him. It loudly growled and [i]glorped[/i] while it squished and sloshed around its contents. He was digesting them, little by little. Autumn remained a lively squirmer as the gurgles really settled in. Layla was slowing down, but still wriggling around enough to show she was alive. While he sat on his haunches, showing off the motions of his dinner, he overheard a conversation that he knew referred to him.

“Go on. You [i]know[/i] you wanna do it. He’s been looking at you all night. I bet he’s got a thing for, you know, us.”

“Well why don’t [i]you[/i] go then?”

“I mean, he clearly likes girls. Come onnn, he must be stuffed by now. It’s totally safe.”

“I wanna so badly ... but if it goes wrong, it was [i]your[/i] idea, got it?”

Michael slowly looked over to spot who was chatting so eagerly about him. The grin that spread over his muzzle was anything but trustworthy when he noticed that pair of hyena twins ogling him. It was enough to wipe the smirks right off their faces. They shrank back in unison, moving in almost perfect sync. It looked like they were trying to vanish through the solid wall behind them when they inadvertently grabbed his attention. They were [i]caught[/i].

At first glance he could have easily mistaken them for carbon copies of one another. It took him a few more looks to realize one of them was the brother and the other the sister. They were definitely siblings, and probably twins. The same curves, the same size, the same precious yet mischievous look in their eyes. It all made him ever so hungry. His belly was growling with the need for more meat even as he churned away over Layla and Autumn alike.

“Now’s your [i]chance[/i],” the male of the pair whispered, giving the other a little shove.

“Oooh, of [i]course[/i] you’d end up eating Keedee,” Claire mused from the sidelines. She was still filming everything. “Big bad lion eating the cute hyena? Oh my followers are gonna [i]love[/i] this one.”

Keedee stumbled over, visibly vibrating. There were cackles bubbling up within her, just waiting for their moment to escape. It was her version of wagging her tail.

“Hiiii,” she said, already suppressing a nervous giggle with her palm.

“Hello Keedee. I’m Michael.”

He rumbled to her as he flashed his fangs, moving just a little closer. She was short enough that he was taller than her on all fours. Making such close eye contact as to be just short of touching noses, he spoke again.

“Was there something you wanted to do for me?”

He could see all the stages of fight or flight cycling through the nervous hyena’s head. Everything instinct must have been telling her to get out of that room and maybe that entire neighbourhood as fast as possible. Yet there was something else, something utterly foolish that kept her right where she was. She didn’t even seem that drunk. His other meals were barely able to stand on their feet, but she was solid, steady, balling her hands into fists as if charging up her power. Finally, she managed to find the words, and did she ever deliver them.

“I wanna [i]suck[/i] your [i]cock[/i]!” she drunkenly blurted, loudly enough that people turned to look. If they weren’t already staring at the well-fed lion digesting two people at once.

Michael chuckled warmly. He looked her up and down, considering if she was durable enough to pounce her flat right then. Maybe, maybe not. Hyenas were deceptively tough. He was definitely open to her offer. Devouring girls with all their friends looking on, too drunk to care, that got his cock to partly unsheath, idly twitching below his churning gut. He slowly sat back on his haunches to give her a better look.

“Well then. You’d better get to work.”

Punctuating that with a slight growl was his way of adding a slight implied threat if she didn’t follow through with her idea. Of course, he was going to eat her either way, but that didn’t make it any less fun to toy with her. The sight of her undressing gave him a good look at all her chocolate chip fur, not to mention what was perhaps the wettest pussy he’d ever seen. The girl wasn’t just drenched, she was absolutely storming, pouring juices down the inside of her thighs so thickly they reached all the way to her toes.

She might have seemed nervous at first, but once she was naked at last she didn’t hesitate for a moment to get down on her knees and crawl under his gut. It was like entering a cave, the way she was shrouded by the rest of the party, hidden away beneath the great big lion belly that slowly shrank down with every passing [i]glrrrrrrrn[/i].

Eventually she found her way to his dick, instantly licking at the tip to help coax it fully out of its sheath. Michael couldn’t help a grunt of pleasure. Her tongue was just so [i]wet[/i]. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was drooling for him in particular or she was always like that. Either way, he didn’t need to offer her any more encouragement or threats alike to make her go down on him. She licked, she kissed, but soon she engulfed his shaft entirely in her jaws, shoving it straight towards the back of her throat. Wild girl didn’t even seem to have a gag reflex. She was swallowing his cock without so much as flinching, not even acknowledging that he was digesting two people alive inches away from her head. If anything that just seemed to fuel her.

Michael didn’t realize he was dealing with a [i]pro[/i]. When she deepthroated him, she finally let her excited laughter out, muffled by his dick. Feeling her vibrating away on his shaft was enough to get him growling. He laid a paw down on her butt, lightly spanking her spotty butt. His angle let him get a good look at the resulting jiggle - not to mention the rising wetness soaking her surrounding fur, dripping right down to the carpet. The hyena was absolutely drenched at her dangerous opportunity. Her eager, hungry bobs back and forth to slide up down his solid inches got him absolutely spurting down her throat, shooting precum inside her while she mashed her nose into his crotch fur. He just hoped she was ready for what he was going to unleash - not that he cared much.

With one heavy paw resting on the small of her back, just above her wiggly hips, he started thrusting into her mouth, slowly. There was no need to get rough when she was doing such a good job all on her own. His rumbles got rougher, sounding more like sawing as he harshly breathed in and out to the pleasure of that slobbery yeen maw working him over and smooching him on the balls every time she dipped down. She swallowed his cock while she sucked down his juices. Nothing could stop her. Fucking that pretty face a little harder, a little deeper each time made him building a snarl, to a bellow, to something just short of a roar by the time he went off in Keedee’s mouth. Despite the pleasure, he didn’t want to blow the eardrums of everyone in the vicinity.

One more good thrust down her throat was all it took. He listened to her [i]glurk[/i] on it, felt her shivering and vibrating with excitement all around his cock while she gulped at it, massaging it with her throat. He’d give her something to swallow. His dick swelled out with the pressure running through it, balls flexing out a great fat load straight into her gullet. She had to chug it down to keep from overflowing, and even that effort eventually proved inadequate. Jets of lion spunk gushed out from her lips, soaking the floor, the hyena, and the big cat himself while he hosed down her insides with his potent load. Seemed he was a little pent up - or maybe digesting pretty things just made him more productive.

The pressure of his cumshot made him tense up all his muscles, and in that moment he felt the softened form of the husky suddenly squish down a whole lot flatter. After that, the bulge of Layla was motionless. The realization put a wicked smirk on his face, and left him harshly pulling out of Keedee’s mouth before she was done drinking all his spunk. Instead, he soaked her face in hot cream, before snatching her by the ankle with his mouth, dragging her out from under him. It wasn’t because he was done with her. He wanted to cum on her tits.

Watching her pussy clenching in ecstasy once he turned her over, he rose up over her to mark her down with the rest of his climax. Painting her with lion seed from face to perky breasts to soaking, squirting pussy, he delighted in making her cum with his act of dominance alone. He didn’t stop until she was utterly creamed, splattered over every spot, or every one he managed to hit at least. She laid there, steaming, shaking, quivering with pleasure and satisfaction as she licked up all the mess she could reach with her tongue. When she ran out of things to taste around her muzzle, she brought her arms to her mouth so she could groom them of the clinging cum with long, hungry licks. She just liked the taste.

Looking at her like that, glazed and loving it, watching the camera flashes capturing the moment, capturing his handiwork, he felt perhaps hungrier than he ever had. There was more room in his gut thanks to the sludging of his two previous meals. Autumn was presumably still alive in there, but his sole focus was on putting Keedee in his mouth. He had to have her. No one else could. Without so much as a warning, he lunged at her, belly sloshing with the sudden movement. Two paws on either side of her head trapped her, and then he shoved his mouth straight over her face.

From there it was a matter of gobbling her down, feasting upon the cute spotty thing all enhanced with a little extra creamy flavour. He certainly didn’t mind. Her own lustful taste blazed through everything else, saturating his palate the closer he got to her flooded pussy. She was dripping for him by the time he got his tongue between her thighs, jamming her head down his throat, enveloping her tits. When he curled it to slurp between her thighs, he got to feel her squirting all over again. All it took was a single touch.

He kept her going, feeling her erupt right down his throat as he used his paws to rapidly stuff her away. It was probably torment for her. In the best of ways. He shook her around, making sure to squeeze his gullet around her extra firmly, but his care for her was rapidly diminished. She was a small, cute hyena. He was a big, hungry lion. She was his to digest. Jamming her in there with his previous meals in various states of softening finally made his gut touch down to the floor, at least while sitting. He was almost definitely full enough to sleep all night and wake up satisfied, but that didn’t mean he was done.

A glance up at her twin revealed his drunkenly mesmerized reaction to the whole thing. Michael thought he might see horror, or at least a stunned expression. Instead, he found her brother Kamili there, rapidly jerking himself off to the forbidden sight. Nobody seemed to mind that, either. Yawning his jaws wide open in the other hyena’s direction and then projecting a heavy belch towards him certainly got him making some noise. He giggle-whimpered as a shake passed through his body, bolted by that bassy burp, knowing it carried the scent of his sister. That was enough to make him cum all over the floor. For such a modestly hung guy he certainly could blow a fat load.

“Such a big mess, watching your twin getting gulped. I’m not giving her back, you know,” Michael told the huffing hyena, striding a little closer. A long, lingering glare was enough to freeze Kamili to the spot, dick still dripping. “Maybe I should just send you down to join her right now.”

“You wouldn’t eat a. ...”

“You don’t think so, do you? Come here.”

Mounting up on the wall, Michael surrounded Kamili with his heft, pressing his belly right into the hyena’s face. The bulge of his prey squirmed right against that cute boy’s muzzle while the lion rumbled his taunting words.

“You feel her in there? She won’t last much longer. And you [i]came[/i].”

“Yeah ...”

It was all just the kind of teasing that ensured the hyena was hard again even shortly after draining his orgasm on the floor. The reality of it maybe didn’t fully get through to him given he was all but falling down drunk, kept awake only by his own charged up horniness.That would have been the perfect moment to eat him, but it also would have been perfect to just leave him squirming, absolutely aching at the sight of the lion walking off with his twin sagging beneath him, swaying in a fat lion gut.

Michael stared at him a while longer, tail dancing back and forth, considering. Oh, he looked absolutely delicious, even if it was true that he generally preferred ladies sliding down his throat. That didn’t mean Kamili was safe. If there was room for him later, he was most definitely on Michael’s menu. Instead, the lion licked his lips and sat on his haunches, scanning over the rest of the party. He wanted a variety of flavours on his tongue by the time he was done for the night. Keedee had mostly drowned out the previous two, in truth. There were so many viable options, some of them looking like they were about to feed themselves to him, but instead he fixated on a much less forward figure in the corner.

Thanks to the skirt, Michael didn’t immediately recognize the possum as a boy. That didn’t slow his approach. He only [i]preferred[/i] women when it came to meal time, but feminine guys like that lovely violet-eyed fellow huddled into the corner, all dressed in leather or maybe latex. Nice hat, too. The whole outfit was shiny enough to catch a lion’s eye. Michael hauled himself up and began to stalk across the party, his gut shaking back and forth as he walked, inches from the floor. The big cat was getting full, but he was certain he still had room for more. Especially for one so cute, so visibly nervous, so utterly [i]shaken[/i] by seeing the beast approaching him.

That black skirt only tented more the closer Michael got. The poss couldn’t hide how horny he was after all he’d witnessed. His cheeks were blazing, and his eyes were wide. Wrapping his fingers around his own muzzle was the only way he could keep the screams inside. Keedee had been excitable enough - and she was still energetically wiggling away inside his wobbling middle - but that poor possum looked like he was about to pass out. It was kind of his species’ thing. Michael knew he was going to have so much fun with that, for as long as the pretty thing remained outside of him.

“And now for you. What’s your name, cowgirl?” the lion lightly teased.

“Uh, oh god, oh no no no wait you probably don’t want me, I’m not ...” He was too flustered to finish.

“You’re not? Oh, I assure you. Whatever it is, you [i]are[/i].” Michael added an extra flirty rumble to that to make sure to shake the possum right to the core.

There it was. That was the breaking point. The possum managed to stay conscious, but he couldn’t hold back the scream anymore. His muzzle seemed to spring open despite his own resistance, letting out a hissing screech that was anything but flattering. It was amusing in its inelegance, especially when it left the poss a blazing, horny mess sinking down against the wall in the aftermath, finally managing to answer the lion’s question in a tiny murmur.

“ ... I’m Obie.”

“Good. Hello Obie,” Michael purred, swaying his tail. “I’m going to eat you now.”

If Michael thought that possum was flustered before, then he was in for a treat. He delighted in watching Obie nearly collapse right in front of him, knees wobbling, dick visibly throbbing right under that cute skirt. When the lion leapt up to plant his front paws on either side of the poss’ head, completely enveloping Obie in Michael’s presence, the possum nearly fainted. He did well to hold onto himself. Clutching his chest, and doing absolutely nothing to defend himself, he let the lion’s heft envelop him while that gut wobbled and churned inches from his face.

Another heavy, grumbling [i]glurn[/i] of his belly and another sudden shift in the softening contents put another meal to rest. The weight of her surroundings, the lack of air, and of course the tingling acids dancing all over her smooth skin proved too much for the human inside the lion. Autumn succumbed just like Layla before her, going limp while Keedee kept on thrashing about excitedly while Michael shamelessly squished his middle right up against the possum. It was hard to say who was squirming more.

“Urp,” Michael said out loud. “Another one’s done. Looks like there’s room for you.”

It would have been such fun to keep on teasing, but Michael sensed he really was going to make Obie faint on the spot. He wanted to feel that boy [i]wriggle[/i]. Surely he was just as good at it as Kee. He was even more abrupt with this meal than any of those before him. A stretch of his jaws, a lunge down on the small, pretty thing was enough to instantly overtake his cute face - hat, braids, and all. Another of those silly screeches echoed into Michael’s gullet right as he got the exact response he expected.

All it took was a single engulfing bite to make that pretty boy cum. Obie didn’t have the luxury of getting undressed first. He jolted about and whimpered shrilly as he went off in his own lacy undergarments. The poss looked good in a skirt and panties, and he looked even better creaming them while the lion rapidly swallowed him down. Numb, tingly, huffing all the way down, he was the perfect girly prey for the lion. Michael might have been getting full, but there was plenty of room for a little poss like that. Sliding down the wall, digging in his claws to slow his descent, the lion had himself a nice snack between larger feasts. He didn’t bother to savour this excitable one.

Obie might have passed out for a bit, or maybe he was just caught up in the afterglow of the sudden, uncontrollable orgasm forced upon him by the lion. He wasn’t moving much. Not even a squirm as Michael tossed him into the air briefly and set to work slurping down that tail. Getting eaten was just that exciting. He was wrecked as that gullet kneaded him towards the stuffed, sloshing stomach where three more of his friends awaited - if they were still recognizable anyway. It didn't matter much to Michael. He let that black and pink tail wiggle about between his lips while he sucked it down along with the rest of the possum, tucking another good meal away into his big fat gut.

His next belch had a purpose. It wasn’t just one he projected outwards to all who heard it. This one, he made sure to pointedly aim at Kamili himself, giving the hyena a good look at his empty maw. There was no need to say anything. He got the message across with his little demonstration, and that was that he did, indeed, eat boys too if they were cute enough. Kami most certainly wasn’t safe. Michael was just going to leave him with that thought as he moved onto his next meal.

Now he was getting heavy. Four people, all being digested alive or not-so-alive with every passing moment was more than enough even for the most ravenous of lions. But it wasn’t about getting [i]enough[/i]. It was about indulging himself as much as he possibly could. He was a lion. It was pretty much his purpose. A good lick of his chops and he got back to plodding around the party, feeling the swell of prey dragging beneath him with every step. It slowed him, but certainly didn’t stop him. Besides, his meals didn’t exactly seem to be running away.

His eating habits were inspiring more than just stunned silence. The party was getting all the more worked up just watching him devour the guests. There was kissing, groping, and even more going on all around him. Thanks to Claire’s encouragement, there were even two twin sisters going at it. They didn’t immediately look like it - one was a brightly-marked leopard, the other was a pitch black pantheress, but Michael picked out the word [i]twincest[/i] from the crowd enough times to get the idea. People just kept shouting it.

What started as a deep kiss between two busty cat babes went much further in hardly any time at all. Even Michael had to be impressed at the rumbles coming off of them, rattling the room with their power. They seemed to almost compete with each other to be the most shameless, stripping each other down while they exchanged tongues. Soon they were locked in a messy scissor, wetly smooching while they kept those slick pussies grinding on one another. Their moans were muffled in each other’s mouths as they got lost in the heavy, even frenzied mutual pleasure, spilling from the couch to the floor in their lustful indulgence.

The atmosphere of the party had shifted since Michael’s arrival to the point that nobody held anything back anymore. They didn’t seem to care who saw them. Nor who was near them. The big lion stalked his way towards them, and not exactly subtly. It was impossible not to make plenty of noise as he neared them, but the slick rubs and sloppy kisses masked his approach. He added some rumbles of his own as he watched the scene, cock twitching. Those curvy shapes were some of the most ample yet, but he simply refused not to have them. He was just going to stretch himself out a little to take them.

So as not to immediately interrupt their snarly lovemaking, he simply lowered himself down onto his belly - and then, quickly realizing his error, onto his side instead. That still put plenty of pressure on his surviving meals, squishing them tighter together, mashing Keedee and Obie together for some mutual squirms. The possum had recovered from his fainting spell, by the feel of him. Michael was full enough he could take his time, watching the two leopards wrestling for position until they finally compromised on being on their sides, humping and fucking each other, making a great glistening mess of each other’s thighs.

“Who am I about to eat now?” he casually asked Claire, glancing up at the dragoness filming the delicious incestual scene.

“Ah! Still hungry? Wow,” was her initial reply, then she just pointed. “That’s Mahiri, that’s Mira. Twins.”

“Shame to break them up,” Michael said, despite having already done that earlier that night with the hyenas.

From there, he took his time batting at their paws, drawing them towards his mouth for some initial slurps. They were so caught up in the moment they hardly seemed to notice. First he slathered up Mahiri’s toes and pawpads, then he worked on Mira’s, trying to consider which of them was tastier. They each had their own pleasant notes. There was simply no choosing which to eat first. That would have required prying them apart just to get at them. Instead, he opened up as wide as he could to gather up those feet in his mouth while they fucked each other senseless.

Even the first swallow went without reaction in the midst of their mutual desire and pleasure. They were moaning louder, rumbling deeper, thrusting, grinding, groping each other’s asses. Those fine tits were squished together while they took turns swallowing each other’s tongues. It wasn’t until Michael started kneading his way up their thick thighs that they reached their mutual climax. Twins as they were, they were almost perfectly in sync, gushing for each other while the lion swallowed their legs. He soon got to taste those mutual orgasms for himself when he got his mouth around those hips.

It was no easy feat to fit all those curves in his jaws at once. He was drooling plenty by the time he completely enveloped them to the waist. There he lingered, pressing them even more tightly together, making them grind cunts with the slightest motion. Starting at the bottom meant he could hear their moans and cries right to the very last gulp once they broke out of their makeout session. He made a sandwich out of them, inching them into his gullet. One of them would have been a big enough meal, but he absolutely needed both at once, even if it meant working ever so slowly along the rise of their bellies once he packed away their cushy rumps and soaking drenched pussies.

In the time it took him to swallow half of Mahiri and Mira, he could have eaten half a dozen Obies. It was going to be worth it. His fangs dragged through their spotty fur while he drooled on them, scraping and nibbling, but never quite piercing them. They got a good back scratch framed between those lengthy canines as he gulped them down one rosette at a time. Their juices poured into his open gullet, helping to lubricate their passage, as if his excess saliva didn’t do the job well enough. He was drooling all over the floor while he ate them, and he was only going to make more of a mess the closer he got to their big fat tits.

That pair was exceptionally busty. He could have spent the night there, just digging his tongue between the two of them to lick across each of those juicy breasts as much as he could. They were squished together so tightly he couldn’t get full access to them. It was his only regret in life. A toss of his head eventually dragged them off the floor as he rolled his head back, letting gravity assist in squeezing down those ample chests a little at a time. Their hips were already making such a bulge in his gullet. Those tits were going to be an ever bigger one after he sent them sliding along the rolled-out carpet of his shiny tongue.

They were rumbling all the way down, mixing their growl-purrs with the lion’s own. That just made them all the more stimulating for him to devour. They massaged him right back whenever he kneaded them extra tight with greedy peristalsis. Slick, sloppy, succulent gulps served to finally frame their faces in his jaws. They locked into one more kiss while they teetered there, ever so close to oblivion but thinking of nothing but pleasure. The slick, hot insides of a lion’s humid gut was just as good for rutting out some juicy twincest in their fleeting final seconds. They were going to turn to lion pudge right beside each other after fading in their most intimate of moments.

One more deep swallow finally got them down, though not quite as triumphantly as his previous meals. He had to work more slowly, more carefully to keep from injuring himself. The last thing the lion wanted was a belly ache. He felt those cats settle in tightly, packing his gut out to the point he wasn’t entirely sure if he could walk anymore. It wasn’t just expanded beneath him, but it stretched out to the side too, wider than his flanks, ballooning with the curvy presence of two more feline meals. They were still fucking in there. He could feel them going.

Of course, packing in some heavier morsels meant putting all the more pressure on the other contents of his stomach. He couldn’t tell Layla from Autumn anymore. They squished down under the weight, almost completely liquefied. Keedee twitched her last underneath the cats, pressed down to the bottom of his belly, snuffed out by digestion or by the cats themselves. It was hard to say. Obie was still kicking. He ended up pressed right up against the twins, squirming right along with them - then all the more when they swept him into their lustful moment. Michael chuckled when he distantly heard a little scream of excitement even over all the belly noise.

It was difficult to tell one thrust from another, but there was some sort of threesome going on inside of him while the other two digested. He made his best guess at things by the feeling of them moving around in there. They were plenty vigorous. As far as he could tell, the possum was having the absolute time of his life. The cats turned on him the moment they were tucked away alone with him. He was trapped between two curvy cats who could have easily dominated him all on their own. It was impossible to tell Mahiri from Mira in there given their similar shapes, but Obie was definitely inside one of them, getting his dick milked by some feisty leopard or panther pussy in his fleeting final moments, absolutely smothered in two incredibly ample busts. Michael just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of them all going at it.

Six meals. The lion was fat, sleepy, and prone to sudden, massive belches so powerful they were like a roar. The party was winding down, for certain. The first glimpses of light were starting to appear outside, and many of the guests had passed out. He didn’t have much of an audience anymore. Not one in the room with him anyway. While the lion lounged on a rug, belly loudly [i]splurching[/i] away the lives of six promising young graduates, Claire was still filming. That horny dragoness even went so far as to prop her phone up to keep going while her hands were busy. Which meant wedging it between two couch cushions, but that worked as well as anything.

“Alright, Michael. I’ve been waiting long enough. I wanna get under that gut ... I wanna feel you cumming inside me ...” she whispered, even hissed. “I know how hard preds like you get after eating someone. You must be six times as horny as usual now.”

That seemed about right. The only hesitation Michael had about the whole thing was just how full he was. He definitely wasn’t going to be at his best. Yet when he saw that pretty reptile stripping right down in front of him, fingering a glossy, dripping pussy with a sharp moan and even a growl, his dick twitched in response. He was going to need some of that. She got down for him, crawling on all fours, swaying her hips for him. That angle let him get a good look at her absolutely flooded pussy dripping down the inside of her shiny thighs while she waited for him. All hesitation melted away, replaced by his lumbering effort to rise to all fours so he could mount her like she was his lioness.

It wasn’t going to be his best work. Michael was moving something like a snake as he dragged himself across the floor, applying some extra pressure on his prey in the process. The dragoness awaited him, hardly seeming to think about the possible consequences of being pinned beneath a lion who was just [i]that[/i] full. Nor did she apparently consider whether he was still hungry. His belly was still making plenty of noise, but it was mostly a matter of processing down all those pretty girls and girly things into one sloshing, liquefied whole. He was just going to have to consider whether or not he was going to eat her too when he was done fucking her brains out.

Squishing that fat gut down on her back just made her moan all the louder for him. It sounded like he hardly even needed to actually fuck her. She was already making enough noise just getting weighed down by that hotly churning belly. The lion’s meals got softer and softer while they squirmed against her, and he pressed on her firmly enough that she could probably feel the individual details melting away and going less distinct. Michael wasn’t sure if Obie had dissolved or he’d simply passed out, but he mostly just felt those two leopards moving around in there by the time he got his cock under Claire’s tail. They too were going to stop moving soon enough.

A few jabs at the dragon’s wet pussy didn’t quite hit the mark at first. He got there eventually. The angle was a tricky one with his back arched like that. Claire ended up having to support a great deal of his weight while he sank balls-deep inside of her, in front of the remaining guests and everyone watching her stream. She was strong enough to hold herself up for a while, but her arms eventually buckled. Eventually she was facedown on the floor with the lion on top of her, slightly crushing her while he started fucking her good and deep. The position hardly made for accuracy, so he was just going to have to make up for that by plowing her as hard as he could.

Fatigue crept into his muscles after a few minutes of rutting that tight dragon cunt. A lot of energy was going towards digesting his slowly squirming meals. They were tiring out too. He could still feel the shape of those heavy leopard tits pressing against the walls of his belly. There was still plenty of work to do on them, but they were definitely slowing down, subdued by his deadly digestion. No small part of him wanted to just nap, but he had to resist so he could properly fill the dragoness with cum. Maybe even knock her up. His dick was completely bare, stuffed deep inside that clenching slit, making her cry out in sharp gasps and moans of rising pleasure - all muffled by his sloshing belly, of course.

Knowing what an effect it had on her, he pressed it down all the more firmly on her back while slamming her into the floor, lunging his hips, grinding her sex. He slapped his balls against the back of her thighs while he took her, pounding hard enough to shake the room a little with every thrust. Forgotten drinks rattled on the tables. Something fell off the wall. Everything and everyone was just going to get all the more shaken when his rumbles grew stronger. He was building to a climax in more ways than one, the noise rising in his throat while his balls got nice and tight, slapping away at Claire’s backside while he stuffed her deep.

It took some dramatic curling of his spine with so much lion gut keeping them apart, but the lion eventually managed to find her neck. Then he bit down. Those scales deflected his fangs well enough to keep him hurting her, but he knew she [i]felt[/i] it. There came a little whimper the likes of which so rarely escaped a dragon’s lips. He felt her squeeze on him, writhing beneath his fat gut, overtaken by her ecstasy. It was the perfect moment to plunge in all the way and drain his nuts in her womb. He didn’t hold back a drop, no matter how pregnant it might have ended up getting her.

Gushing, spurting, unloading everything he had for her, all the pent up excitement that came with digesting so many meals finally took it out of him to the point he could barely stand. He wobbled a little while he finished his cumshot inside her, feeling her squirt back at him nearly as hard. Nibbling on her, snorting to her, rumbling ever so deeply, he flexed and kneaded those muscles around his prey. That helped pack them down into a tighter space so he could move again. A few more shots of lion spunk into the dragon’s womb, then a few more thrusts to milk out even more in that sloppy, flooded sex was what it took to make him finally consider calling it a night.

He had plenty of lust left, of course, especially for a dragon that gorgeous. Yet he was sleepy enough he just had to pull out of her so he could roll over onto his back. Not before cumming on her butt and and tail a few times, of course. He slumped over, rumbling and sloshing, belly bouncing back and forth from the sudden movement. He still felt a few squirms. It was hard to tell who was who anymore. Everyone had pretty much melted together. He was pretty sure he felt a few bare bones in there from the first meal or two. Those acids had been working over them for a while after all.

What he really needed in that moment was a belly rub, and certainly not another meal. That didn’t matter to Clare. The dragoness got up soon after the lion climbed off of her, only pausing to catch her breath for a short time. She barely gave him time to recover. A stroke that started at his balls, then worked up to his sex-slick cock, his prey-stuffed gut, and finally reached his drooly lips had her toying with his teeth and tongue. He licked her digits but that wasn’t nearly enough for her. She just kept reaching deeper, slipping her whole hand into his mouth, then the other.

Michael chuffed his protest. “Oh, I see. You want in that bad, do you? Even with all the company? They don’t seem very active anymore, but I’m still not sure if you’ll fit.”

“You’ll make room. I know you will,” she told him, as confidently as any prey had even spoken to him.

“Hmm. Well, I won’t turn down a morsel like you. Take it slow though, if you please.”

He laid back and opened wide, letting her get a good look into the alluringly spit-soaked tunnel awaiting her. She was going to have to do all the work though. His job was to lick and savour every single scale that slid past his dark lips and towards his gullet. She inched along, mercifully following his request. The temptation to surprise her and just gobble her down was always there in his mind, but superseded by how much of her there was to taste. Even after all he’d eaten, he still couldn’t resist a delicious dragoness, slurping the flavour from her scales to make them glisten all the bright before they vanished down his throat.

Tipping her head back just right served to keep her horns angled away from any particularly squishy bits inside the lion. He still felt them poking slightly on the way down, but it was a small price to pay for getting to swallow her head and work his way over her fine tits. There he lingered for a good while, licking and suckling on her like she was his bright red lollipop. She had her face tucked away in his throat, moaning away at all the attention, waiting for him to keep gulping. He was going to keep her there for exactly as long as he felt like slurping her bust nice and clean.

Eventually he relented, sensing the way she writhed as he laid there, refusing to swallow any more of her. He kneaded her lightly with his paws on her butt and thighs while she fed herself deeper, crawling right down his throat, dragging her belly along his tongue just as her sex streaked across his own gut. His cum was pouring out of her, but he didn’t mind. Streaks rolled down his prey-stuffed belly as it shrank smaller and smaller, inch by inch. Maybe there was room for her after all. He considered that as he curled his tongue between her thighs to lick up the mess he made of her pussy. There was still plenty of her own taste to get from her before she was gone.

There he lingered once again, slurping her sex and everything around it. All those smeared scales were perfect for lapping at while he sucked on her upper body, her face poised down his throat. He could feel her trembling with excitement as she neared his belly. Just how long had she been waiting to feed her friends and herself alike to someone like him? Something told him her decision wasn’t fuelled by intoxication like his other meals. She would have happily slipped down his throat totally sober. That just meant he had to make sure the experience was everything she’d ever imagined and more. On the way down, anyway. Once she hit the bottom, she was at the full mercy of his gut.

Even once her pussy crested past the back of his throat, slipping down towards the oblivion that awaited her, he made sure to taste as much of her as he could. There were still plenty of scales he hadn’t licked. Her stockings weren't exactly making it easy to be thorough, so he was just going to have to shred them with his rough tongue. They easily ripped so he could lick down her thighs, then to her calves while she wiggled her way inside of him. She was ever so eager, picking up speed as the end loomed close. He had to squeeze his gullet around her just to make sure she remembered to stop and enjoy the experience. She was only going to get to do it once.

When nothing more than a pair of dragon feet were nestled on his tongue, Michael caught her by the ankles with a squeeze of his mouth. He had to suck those paws a little longer, licking each of them until she was squirming madly. Her pussy was blazing in his throat. He could feel her humping, grinding, edging herself as the final swallow loomed. Only when he finally relented and let her slide right down into his belly did she actually go off. One great cry, a roar even, grew more and more muffled inside him as she descended towards her doom, squirting all the way down.

Soon after, she was silent, but not for lack of trying. His gut gave such an aggressive churning groan the moment she settled in, that all her attempts at being heard by the outside world were in vain. She wasn’t calling for help. Her moans and absolute screams of ecstasy lingered as she lived out her kinky dream inside the gut of a lion. He was going to digest her down just like all the rest of those lovely meals. Her scales were going to ensure she lasted a little longer though. She was going to just have to deal with his completely unstoppable gut. He patted her a few times then sprawled out, paws in the air, belching one more time to announce he was done.

Of course, that didn’t mean the end of her stream. Her crude setup wasn’t exactly optimized for perfect video quality, but her audience got a good enough look at the lion’s belly ending that dragon. Michael had no intention to move anymore. He was going to stay right there, in full view of the recording device until its battery died. Or its owner did. Whichever came first. Dragons were tough, but his digestive system was tougher.

The scene grew very quiet after that. Many of the guests had passed out. There were plenty of partygoers who were going to sleep the night off and remember very little. Including why some of the best and brightest minds of their graduating year were mysteriously missing. Or why there was a giant, fat lion snoring in the living room. Others were coherent enough to crawl over and rub up against his belly with a certain fascination. Others still were much more lustful about it.

When they weren’t just humping and grinding on him, glossing up his fur with the streak of warm pussies sliding back and forth along his bulging belly, they gave him exactly the sort of soothing massage he needed. They squeezed, they worked deep, they helped the prey inside him settle in more smoothly. Their fascination was clear. One pair of scaled hands in particular was especially good at working on his softening prey, kneading the solid shapes of all those pretty ladies into something much less recognizable, squish by squish. It all ensured he didn’t have any cramps or discomfort from the extended belly stretch. Maybe their plan was to rub him to sleep before he could think of eating anyone else.

All that attention was a little much when he was a mountain of stuffed lion, groaning with slight regret over how much he’d eaten. He was so sleepy he kept losing count after the third. As for their names, he already couldn’t remember most of them. By morning they’d all be gone. He lazed and enjoyed the rubbing and humping alike, feeling some wet pussies grinding over the curve of his loudly [i]glorping[/i] middle. The noise of his digestive process only drew in more and more admirers the longer he laid there, subduing the dragoness with every sloppy moment she spent inside of him.

After getting squirted on a good three times and finding himself surrounded by gorgeous women who couldn’t help but grope the trophy of his hedonism, Michael drifted off. He might have wanted to stay up just to feel the leopardesses and the dragoness die inside him along with all the others, but he was far too sleepy. A night like that demanded a long, satisfying snooze that lasted deep into the morning, even the afternoon. Big cats weren’t exactly known for skimping on sleep, and processing several hundred pounds of former college girls took all his energy.

Hours upon hours passed with his gut shrinking down inch by inch throughout the night and morning alike. The noise was constant, though it eventually settled once everyone inside him was motionless. First the cats, then finally, quite a bit later, the dragon. Mira, Mahiri, and Claire all got added to the slop inside him, pumping through him, processed like all the rest. Husky, human, hyena, possum, leopard, panther, and dragon - they were all unified in sloshing, churning ruin, destroyed by the lion’s appetite overnight. They were going to make him so fat.

His belly might have been getting smaller, but that lion was getting bigger as he absorbed them. There were so many nutrients to take from their formally living bodies. He plumped up around the middle especially, getting a great big paunch that stuck out to the sides once the girls were properly claimed. The occasional twitch or grumble in his sleep was just a sign of pleasant dreams. He certainly didn’t have any trouble digesting them, even with some of them still clothed. His gut took everything for himself.

When he woke up much later, the party was right where he left it. A few people had drifted out, perhaps choosing to sneak off silently before the woman-eating lion awoke for breakfast. Or lunch by that point, but it hardly mattered. He was covered in plenty of pretty things that had snuggled up to him throughout the night, perhaps lulled to sleep by the sound of his belly working over seven promising individuals. Those grades sure didn’t help them resist stomach acid. Plenty of them would have been good picks for another snack before he left the party, but there was something he needed to do first.

After a proper jaw-stretching yawn and a long stretch to crick his back, Michael began to pace out the same way he came. Opening the front door with his mouth brought the light of the cloudy afternoon day and the sight of the recently cut front lawn. It wasn’t exactly a hidden spot. The road was right there, and there were plenty of other houses in full view. That really didn’t matter to him. He paced briefly and then found the perfect spot, right square in the middle. Squatting down without a care for who saw him, he lifted his tail and gave a little grunt as the journey through his body ended for those once-lovely meals.

Michael tried to recall their names as he proceeded to shit them out. Was there a Lily? No, something like that though. Claire was recent enough to recall, but even that he doubted. There had definitely been a dragon though. That much was evident in the tickle of the scales packed into the waste he was pushing out. It made him huff a little while he made a mountain out of all of them, piling it up on the grass until he had to scoot forward to start anew. The mess was simply stacking up too high. The remnants of all their wasted potential, all their bright futures strained through a lion’s intestines ended up right there on ground.

His haste to consume some of them without stripping them first finally caught up with him by then. It wasn’t too bad. Just a bit of extra friction on the way out in the form of ruined scraps of fabric, right along with the embedded tufts of fur and hair alike. A balled up piece of Layla’s pretty dress, the ruined strings of Keedee’s shorts, bits of Claire’s stockings - it was all there right along with the usual indigestible pieces like teeth, claws, and of course those horns. None of it bothered the lion. It just took a while.

That great big mound of lion shit used to be seven different people. Eight? Six? Michael couldn’t fully recall. They were all the same now, either way. He strolled away from the massive mess he’d made in plain sight, ready to stroll down the sidewalk and depart the party without a word. Yet before he could leave, something caught his eye on the other side of the front lawn, still passed out naked on the grass. There was another hyena there, and Michael hadn’t even eaten him. That wouldn’t do at all.

“Hey. Hyena. Forgot the name. Just got done with your sister.” Michael was surprised that fact returned to him at that moment. Some part of him must have filed it away as important. “Now it’s your turn. Wake up.”

Maybe it was the scent of the dangerous predator in his presence that roused Kamili from his deep slumber. Waking up with an absolutely crackling hangover was bad enough, but it was much worse to have a lion maw looming there before his eyes as he rapidly blinked to awareness. He probably didn’t even get a chance to fully process what he was looking at before all went dark.

“Hmm? Hmmmf!”

Those were the only words out of him, if they could be called that. Michael [i]homphed[/i] his way over that pretty face, not caring that this hyena was a boy. He was plenty cute enough, just like his twin sister. Michael had already completed one set of siblings the previous night. He was going for the sweep of spotty prey, snatching the pretty thing in his forepaws while he rapidly devoured him in great lunges of his massive jaws. That sleepy, feminine thing didn’t stand a chance.

Michael made him disappear in record time, shoving the hyena straight down his throat, squeezing him hard enough to force the air out of his prey’s lungs. That gullet kneaded hard, clutching and snatching Kamili away to his doom. It was so sudden, so disorienting that he barely managed to squirm. Eventually he did seem to realize he was being eaten alive by a fat beast though, and he started properly struggling when he was already well past the halfway point. It wasn’t like the previous night. There was nothing to dull his inhibitions, nothing to make him forget the simple reality of it all: people who got eaten didn’t come back.

He might not have remembered jerking off to his twin getting gulped, but he was soon going to join her, in a sense. Michael threw his great maned head back, drool running down his chin while those spotty legs kicked through the air. Kamili panicked nicely, uselessly calling for help deep down in Michael’s body. He just sank deeper and deeper, rapidly gulped down, devoured on the spot by a lion who absolutely didn’t need another meal. It wasn’t because he had to, but simply because he wanted to. That hyena boy had to be his.

One more big swallow finished him off, muffling those cries the deeper the hyena descended. Soon that fat underside of Michael’s sagged even lower, swinging back and forth with the impact of his struggling prey. He licked his chops and let out a light burp - Kamili wasn’t a big enough meal to inspire a full belch - before carrying on. The lion’s gut swayed with his every step, hauling the hyena off to be digested during Michael’s trek back home. Nobody heard him, and nobody was going to see him again. That didn’t mean Michael couldn’t give one last tease.

“You seemed pretty excited last night while I digested your twin. Why aren’t you having as much fun when it happens to you? I’d think you’d be glad to join her on my body.”

If Kamili didn’t remember that from last night, he certainly did then. Michael left the party behind and strolled towards somewhere he could rest and have a good bath. His fur was a bit of a mess after all the indulgences the previous night. The trophy weight jiggled along as he went, right with his present prey. So many lives ended for nothing more than his satisfaction, and he didn’t feel a hint of regret. He just wondered if anyone else was feeling regret right about then for so casually permitting him to enter and take what he wanted. If they even remembered what happened. It wasn’t as if they could have stopped him if they tried anyway. When he saw something he wanted, he took it, like the lion he was.