Taka the panther and Kuso the crow were no strangers to a bit of adventure. Both of them were trained and experienced rogues who often worked together, taking jobs that required finesse more than brute strength, and doing good for the common folk. They never used their skills for personal gain or to harm anyone who didn't deserve it.
 
The job they undertake now is big-league. The saurid tribes are a loose collection of barbaric dinosaurs and lizards that have terrorized the more civilized types for years, regularly engaging in overwhelming raids that completely ransack villages of their population and wealth. While the innocent suffer at their hands, their presence provides a target for more battle-minded adventurers to slay them wholesale. But for as many saurids that are taken down, it seems like their numbers never diminish completely, and they always come back with savage attacks where it's least expected.
 
Taka and Kuso are decent fighters, but it's not their expertise. They've been hired to locate and, if possible, liberate a group that was recently taken from an anthro wolf village and enslaved. Nothing more or less. There's no need for noise or fighting.
 
Well after dark, the two rogues approach the large saurid encampment, then watch and wait for the best time to move in, studying the movement of guards and planning their route. "That building there. It's not decorated like the others are," Taka says. "We could cut a hole into the wall where it's dark, and the prisoners could exit one at a time. The saurids will never even see us."
 
The encampment itself is easy to infiltrate; anyone can just walk right in. The saurids trust in their own fighting skills and have no concept of traps or trickery. The two stealth experts easily time their movements around the sloppy patrols and make it to the wall of the slave pen.
 
"Alright, go time," Taka says. He draws his enchanted knife, an unassuming little thing that merely has the power to slice clean through anything made of wood. He saws though the wall in half a moment, quick and quiet. He glances inside for saurids, then gives a nod to Kuso and enters through.
 
One look around reveals that they were correct about which building to enter. This dreary little barracks is packed to the brim not with saurids but with wolves and the occasional jackal or other canine, all taken from the same village and stripped down to bare fur. At this time of night, they are all sleeping or trying to. Half of them are obviously awake, lying around passively with their eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, dirty and dusty and exhausted from the labors the saurids have forced upon them.
 
There is something odd about the room. The walls seem to be tinted with a blue glow, but Taka can't tell exactly where it's coming from. The only light sources he can see are a couple of lanterns on posts, dim but enough to ensure the saurids can keep track of their prisoners.
 
Taka helps Kuso crawl through the opening, and they survey the situation. "Despicable," Taka says. "These barbarians will do anything to civilized anthros. Well, let's try to get their attention quietly."
 
Kuso's eyes are naturally more attuned to shiny things, so this odd blue glow confuses him even more; he looks left, right, down, and up but cannot determine the exact source either. A pungent, though strangely familiar, scent lingering in the air makes him dizzy for a moment as he clacks his beak in curious thought.
 
"Is this glow some kind of spell? It could be some kind of ward or trap, but I've never heard of anything that would look like this, not even among saurids." He reaches out with a wing for one of those weak, overworked canines and taps on the nearby dirt to get their attention. The prisoners appear completely despondent, the worst he's ever seen. He thinks they all deserve a shiny once everyone has gotten to safety.
 
The prisoners who are awake start to take notice of the two intruders and appear to react with fear. Eyes avert, and anthros shrink away, trying not to pay attention to them or get involved, perhaps in fear of reprisal from the saurids if they attempt an escape. Taka understands that what they're doing is risky, but there should be at least a little hope in this room among these poor anthros who are naked and abused.
 
"We're here to rescue you," the panther tries to explain, putting his hand gently on a wolf's arms, only for the wolf to cringe. He tries to tell another, "If you just follow us quietly, we can take you to safety," but the other wolf just shakes his head and looks away. Frustrated, Taka says, "Does someone lead you or speak for you?"
 
Hesitantly, they point toward a wolf who now stands in the middle of the room, clearly the largest and strongest of their village, as is the way of most anthro wolves, his black fur torn with scars from long-past fights and injuries. "We know you mean well, but you must leave at once," the wolf says. "We cannot follow you. Not after what they did to us."
 
"After they did what?" Taka asks. "We came all this way. We're not going to leave you to be enslaved by saurids. That's out of the question."
 
The alpha wolf shakes his head. "No. You must leave. Now." But both sides stand resolute, refusing to be the first to move. Many other adventurers would heed his words and call this a lost cause; it's impossible to rescue someone who doesn't want to be rescued. But Taka feels compelled to help these poor anthros in a way that not many other rogues would.
 
Seeing the determination in Taka's eyes, the wolf is first to relent. He glances at the other wolves, who are now standing around. "Very well. If there is no other way…"
 
The alpha wolf turns around, showing his backside to Taka and revealing one of the many sources of blue light in the room. Branded onto the alpha wolf's body are two cyan-blue symbols that glow right through skin and fur alike, vivid in detail, unmistakably picturing the fully-aroused, masculine genitals of something that Taka is fortunate to not know – one set on each rump cheek. Below them are the phrases, also in that same glowing blue color: "Raped by a beast" and "I suck beast cocks".
 
Spurred by the bravery of their alpha, some other wolves turn around to reveal that they have similar marks, but many others remain frozen in place. The alpha turns again to face Taka. "These marks – they cannot be removed. These barbarians have ruined us. Shamed us. I cannot return home. None of us can. Not like this."
 
It is a surreal sight, simply monstrous to inflict such humiliation on such proud people as these wolves. As Taka's eyes glance between the wolves who are brave enough to reveal themselves, he notes that the markings are all varied in exact size and shape, and he starts to understand. Every single one of them has been raped, and the image branded onto them is an imprint of who or what performed the deed. His stomach turns to even think about how terrifying an experience that must have been for each of them, taken by a saurid or one of their pets, believing that they only needed to endure having a foreign cock inside their body for a short time... only to find that it would be placed [i]o[/i][i]n[/i] their body for infinitely longer.
 
Kuso almost caws in shock at those markings, covering his beak before he does so with wide, bird eyes staring over them, swaying and almost falling over at this horrible revelation. "Taka... how can we get them home if they are going to have to face this for the rest of their lives? How can the saurids even have magic this strong in the first place? Even civilized mages couldn't do anything like [i]t[/i][i]h[/i][i]i[/i][i]s[/i]."
 
The wolves and canines have such humiliating, detailed marks, leaving little to the imagination, so crude, bland, and degrading. With the way their fur is no obstacle, it seems like even clothing wouldn't be much of an obstacle either. Like Taka, he cannot stand to let such an injustice go. "I cannot imagine how this is for you," the crow says to the alpha wolf, "but we can at least get you away from the saurids. Whatever the case is, it doesn't mean you have to stay here."
 
The alpha wolf's expression does not change. "I know you mean well, but you cannot understand our customs and traditions, nor the extent of dishonor we carry. You must leave now. We will not follow you."
 
Taka takes Kuso aside for a private word. "I want to help them just as much as you do, but we can't force them to move. All we needed to do was find them; we found them, and now it's time to leave."
 
Taka leads the way to the hole they carved in the wall, and he's about to climb out when a heavy spear haft slams into the ground from the outside, barring his path. Through the hole, he spies the three-toed, scaly feet of a saurid, maybe a tyrannosaur.
 
"I… think they know we're here," Taka says, nervous but not entirely scared. This probably happens in about half of their jobs, despite their best efforts at staying hidden. "Split up, Kuso. Get out of here any way you can." He starts for one of the exit doors, but a saurid guard enters from each side – two muscular lizardmen with spears.
 
"Intruders!" one of them roars, likely alerting the whole camp.
 
"Take them alive," says the other.
 
Taka draws a pair of short swords to defend himself. Maybe, with more room to maneuver, he'd have a chance, yet he knows that he is badly outmatched against a brute like this in such a confined space. His eyes drift downward from the lizardman's weapon and to the loose loincloth tied around its waist, doing little to hide the sizable bulge and being too short to cover up the lower half of the lizard's scaly balls.
 
As disgusted as he is to admit it, they have zero chance to win a fight here. He can plainly see that they're going to be beaten into submission and raped. Fighting won't work, but there is something he can do to avoid the beating.
 
Taka throws his swords to the ground. "I surrender," he says. "Take me prisoner." As bad as this looks, it'd only be worse with a few broken bones. He says quietly to his partner, "Try to stay calm and conserve your strength. We'll try to get another chance to escape."
 
Kuso is forced to reach the same conclusion as his partner. If they were in a more open area, there are any number of things that both of them could do to escape. But with the circumstances as they are, the dejected crow can only throw away his own weapons in surrender, grumbling at these cheaty cheater lizards. He shudders, though, once he notices just how endowed and eager those armed males are. He is rather flustered at the sight as he quickly turns his eyes away.
 
The big lizards roar with laughter at the easy capture of these two intruders. They grab Taka and Kuso by the arms and drag them outside to the central bonfire, where many other saurids are preparing for their raid in the morning. "We captured these intruders in the camp!" one of the lizardmen shouts. "Prepare them!"
 
The other saurids are pleased by this surprise gift, all of them crowding around the captured rogues to watch what's going on. More saurids approach and, with practiced hands, grab hold of Taka and Kuso and start tearing off their clothes and armor. As rogues, they aren't wearing a huge amount in the first place, but still, all at once, Taka's boots, jacket, belt, pants – everything – is taken away from him, until his black panther fur is completely bare, just like the wolves being held captive. The same treatment is given to Kuso, stripping him down to his feathers.
 
All the surrounding saurids, with no encouragement needed, remove their loincloths and toss them aside, leaving them all the better equipped to start stroking and pawing at themselves as they stare at the two disrobed anthros with greedy eyes, no doubt thinking about how great it would be to rape both of these intruders. Taka has to wonder, what are they [i]w[/i][i]a[/i][i]i[/i][i]t[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i] for?
 
A particularly slender lizardman arrives. This one is wearing an elaborate outfit and headdress and holding a staff topped with a spherical gemstone. This shaman lizard approaches the two rogues from the front and chants in a mystical language. The gemstone on his staff begins to glow, dimly at first but shuddering brighter with every pleasured huff and growl from the saurids, as though drawing power from their lust.
 
In moments, the gemstone shines and glimmers with mystical power. The lizardman touches the staff lightly to Taka's hip, then Kuso's. When he does so, a strange heat flows through their bodies, swirling around their hips and slightly below. The shaman grunts, then departs. Probably going back to sleep. The surrounding saurids slow their self-pleasuring as well. Neither of the rogues needs to be told that they've just been subjected to the same vile magic that the anthro wolves were.
 
An anthro velociraptor, quite strong-looking for his species and with vibrant feather-quills on his head, steps in front of the two rogues. He holds a spear with one hand and idly strokes his arousal with the other, keeping it ready and dripping enough precum all over his claws that it glistens in the bonfire's light. "Now, intruders, you must pay your dues for disturbing us." The raptor's words are spoken with surprising eloquence for a barbarian. "But we are not [i]s[/i][i]a[/i][i]v[/i][i]a[/i][i]g[/i][i]e[/i][i]s[/i][i] [/i]who would pile on top of you. Perhaps you see one of our number who pleases you. Or perhaps you should be thrown to our pets and bred like the beasts you are." He cackles with cruel laughter, and the rest of the saurids join in.
 
Kuso awwks softly. The two are left with such a cruel and impossible choice, to decide which of these barbaric monsters – or their pets – will be the one to rape them. Each saurid surrounding them seems bigger, thicker, flashing a sharp-toothed grin even more cruel than the previous one. He looks back at the velociraptor in front of him, utterly terrified and ashamed, loathing his weakness as he shuffles forward and drops to his knees in front of the raptor. "You. I think you are… pleasing..." he mumbles. All he wants is for this to be over now.
 
"Kuso, no!" Taka hisses. He's just as terrified and humiliated by this entire ordeal as his partner is, being turned into a sex object for all these savage reptiles to leer at as they paw themselves. But he's not terrified enough to play along. "They want us to submit. Don't give them the satisfaction!"
 
The velociraptor grins with rows full of wicked teeth, and his oversized sickle claws twitch and tap against the ground in growing anticipation and excitement. He addresses the crow, "Your friend is so brave and defiant, even as our prisoner. He has the heart and soul of a warrior. But you, you poor thing..."
 
The raptor tosses his spear away to another saurid who is ready to catch it, and he grabs the back of the kneeling crow's head, guiding Kuso's beak up against the bottom of the raptor's thick shaft with his beaktip pressing up against those thick-scaled dinosaur balls. The raptor's cock is already completely coated with the steadily dribbling precum, and even more spills out from the tip and onto Kuso's face.
 
"All you've ever wanted is another male's cock inside your body; isn't that right, little bird?" The velociraptor chirrs seductively. "You've never known that pleasure before, have you? You're just stuck with a tight little virgin rump and a tongue that has never tasted another's musk or sperm. Oh yes, I can give that to you, little bird. I'll even give you the choice of which of your virgin holes I stretch out [i]f[/i][i]i[/i][i]r[/i][i]s[/i][i]t[/i]."
 
The raptor tightens his grip with one hand and uses the other to press his cock more firmly against Kuso's beak, completely burying him in dinosaur-crotch and making it quite hard to breathe, much less respond verbally. A big gush of precum spills from the raptor's cocktip and onto the crow's nostrils, inducing an instant choking fit in the helpless crow.
 
Taka can't bear to watch such a thing happen to his companion. "You monster! Let him go or I'll–"
 
The raptor shouts in interruption, "Throw the other to the beasts. If he will not choose one of us, then he will be raped like the animal he is."
 
Two huge saurids grab hold of Taka and drag him away toward the beast pens. Suddenly, he realizes that he fell into the same trap that the wolf alpha did by refusing to play their game. For as rough a time as Kuso is in for, it's going to be five times worse for Taka. "No, wait!" the panther shouts, more than willing to undo [i]t[/i][i]h[/i][i]i[/i][i]s[/i] choice. "I'll choose. Anyone! You two! [i]A[/i][i]n[/i][i]y[/i][i]o[/i][i]n[/i][i]e[/i][i]![/i]" But they don't listen, and his voice fades into only a distant echo in Kuso's ears.
 
Kuso wants to whine at the notion of his friend being carried away, but it seems to be happening so far away. The start of a whimper turns into a muffled groan as his head is grabbed, so powerless and defenseless, with a scaly hand pressing him beak-first into the raptor's crotch. Kuso's own hands cling desperately to those hips, his body limp and giving in to the overwhelming lust before him, breath fast and heart racing even as he chokes on the gooey precum sliding from nostrils to throat.
 
It is as if he is all alone with the raptor, and all the others crowded around are completely invisible. Kuso knows full well just how powerless he is compared to this saurid. The raptor is such a well-built male with a sinister intelligence, the pinnacle of any barbarian clan. It seems entirely plausible that this raptor has raped dozens of victims just like Kuso, and likely more than a few of his fellow saurids.
 
Though it seems like the raptor might just keep grinding his crotch against Kuso's face for an eternity, he remembers the question still unanswered. "My beak... yes! My beak...." Frantic nerves getting the best of him, he tries not to giggle in hysterics while he grabs around the raptor's hips even tighter. Of the two choices, he does not want to see what that cock would do to his very sensitive backside after seeing all those marks on the wolves. He is entirely unwilling, and knows just how rough it will be, but there is not much he can do other than play this shameful game according to the rules set by this saurid.
 
"Yesss... that's good, you cute little thing..." the raptor purrs, using his precum-slickened hand to stroke down Kuso's neck, spreading that clear goo all over the crow's feathers, sharp claws gently scritching to the tender skin beneath. "You are so eager to suck on my cock, aren't you, little bird? Only saurid males are ever this large; it's only natural for you to want something that you can never have on your own. When the only way for you to have it is for someone else to give it to you..."
 
The raptor releases his pressing grip and finally allows Kuso to get a full breath again, leaving him gasping and sputtering with the precum that's leaked down his nostrils and throat. The raptor allows him a good long look at the dinosaur's crotch, with that huge shaft and the big round balls that look so full and hefty. Even the raptor's cocktip seems huge, like this bottomless hole that leaks a steady drip of precum from its endless depths. "Beautiful, isn't it?" the raptor asks. "Perfect for shoving down the throats of adorable little snacks like you."
 
Kuso also becomes aware of the chuckles and grunts of several other saurids that step up closer to the pair, once again leering at the spectacle and stroking themselves into steady arousal, so many big saurid handclaws wetly rubbing and sliding over so much rigid dinosaur meat. It's all treated so casually amongst these barbarians, even though civilized anthros would never even dream of participating in such a thing.
 
"Now, little bird, suck me off like you mean it. Earn yourself a mouthful of delicious cream-filling, straight from my crotch and down your throat." His grip tightens again as he guides Kuso's beak straight on, slowly easing that dinocock into the willing-or-not gape, the first touch of that precum-soaked shaft on Kuso's tongue producing a salty tang that sends an electric shiver through the crow's whole body. And it simply doesn't stop, more and more of his rather small mouth filling up with so much tangy, musky saurid meat – full... overfull... straining… squeezing… [i]f[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]c[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i][i] [/i]– until the cocktip pops through his throat hole and Kuso's beak is squeezing against the dinosaur's crotch, completely hilted.
 
The crow almost collapses as a fresh burst of masculine dinosaur musk fills his nostrils, not being able to even think or comprehend fighting back at this point. He whimpers as his beak slides effortlessly over that massive girth, feeling it choke and gag him. Kuso's neck bulges out in the shape of raptorcock as the thickness grinds into his wet throat flesh. The sounds of precum [i]s[/i][i]q[/i][i]u[/i][i]i[/i][i]s[/i][i]h[/i] and [i]s[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]p[/i] along his beak and neck as he is gagged.
 
He starts to squirm so enticingly for everyone, the massive cock locking him in place with its sheer size, grinding until his beak presses into that sack below. His black-feathered backside is on full display to the spectating saurids, giving them further encouragement and heightening the masculine scent saturating the air. There is already no way for his body to resist or clench against anything at this point.
 
To try and not be abused even worse, Kuso grabs the raptor's hips, pushing up, and pulling down with all his might, so slow and hard with his efforts to please the raptor like a living cocksleeve, straining at the tightness of the fit as he pushes up and down, up and down, again and again and again. He is already panting, suckling and slurping what he can to satisfy his captor.
 
"Hah! This bird is an eager one!" the raptor gloats to his fellow saurids in a booming voice loud enough to be heard clear across the camp. "I won't be able to hold back for long with the way he's sucking my cock."
 
The other saurids grunt with gutteral laughter, starting to huff and groan with their own rising lust, cocks sticking out in hyperarousal as they watch and thoroughly enjoy their fellow work over this "civilized" anthro. Short of doing the deed themselves, there's scarcely anything more alluring than watching a smaller anthro get raped right in front of them.
 
The raptor, still with his grip tight, slowly draws Kosu's head back until the raptor's cocktip is just barely penetrating his throat, and then shoves forward again to produce a surprised gurgle from the poor bird beneath. He continues like this, humping as hard and deep as he can while still remaining penetrated beyond the crow's throat hole, ensuring that Kosu's beak remains in a forced gape and stuffed full of rigid dinosaur meat, each pullback forcing a surge of precum back out of Kosu's throat and onto his tongue, smearing all over the crow's maw and raptor's cock.
 
Over and over and over and over, the raptor does this, seeming to have forgotten that he "won't be able to hold back for long" with the amount of time he continues to rut, precum thickening into a sticky gel that clings thickly as it dribbles over Kosu's beak and steadily into his belly. But Kuso can tell that the raptor cannot truly hold back forever. There is a rising heat, a further telltale stiffening and enlarging of that dinocock stuffed down his throat as the raptor nears an explosive orgasm.
 
The bird [i]g[/i][i]r[/i][i]k[/i][i]s[/i][i] [/i]and [i]g[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]k[/i][i]s[/i][i] [/i]wetly, spasming in shock as he becomes a living plaything, dragged up and down by those scaly paws, firmly gripped and thrust, all the dignity and self respect drained and crushed out of him by this treatment. He can't block out the stares, having to take it all, hoping desperately that none of them grab him from behind and turn him into a spitroast-crow.
 
The raptor shoves his hips forward one more time and huffs primally, his balls tightening and his cock pulsing as his body releases pent-up waves of hot cum straight down Kuso's throat, burning, heavy, making his belly balloon and glorp with the sheer volume being injected into him. At the same time, all the surrounding saurids reach their orgasms as well, spraying their own loads all in the direction of Kuso, hosing down his feathers with a waterfall of white cum that splatters all over his body and instantly gums up his feathers.
 
Kuso feels first an intense itch, then a horrible burn on his rump cheek as a tattoo depicting the velociraptor's aroused and orgasming genitals sears into his body with vibrant blue light, along with the words below it, "Cum Guzzler". He has been rape-marked. Branded. [i]F[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]e[/i][i]v[/i][i]e[/i][i]r[/i][i].[/i]
 
Kuso makes a burbling, gurgling attempt to caw around that cock, but no sound comes up at all as the deep, sudden ejaculation pumps down his throat and into his feathered belly, the stretching intense and sloshy as it soon bloats out between the ground and his legs, weighed down. For that moment, he can only hear the squish and flow of loud orgasm being pumped into him, deafening in comparison to the calls of the other saurids, and can only feel the intense climax filling him, just like a balloon sagging down from a faucet, growing so squishy and soft as he whines.
 
It is so much worse after those shots of cum splash and soak him down, feathers matted to the ground and his thin frame, the powerful stench of horny males seeping into him, utterly claimed and used by the raptor and his horde.
 
The raptor wrenches his cock out of Kuso's throat with a wet [i]p[/i][i]o[/i][i]p[/i], then out of his beak fully. The raptor continues to stroke himself as he keeps cumming and cumming, now spraying cum all over the poor cum-drenched crow's face, all that hot goo getting into his eyes and nostrils, his tongue utterly laced with musky and salty flavor, not helped by how much of it accompanies his breath. It feels like another full minute before the saurids are completely finished cumming all over him; there's scarcely a dry feather to be seen on his whole body.
 
And that rape-mark on his rump itches so horribly. He rubs over it, trying to soothe the burning, but it does no good. The mark is both deep and permanent, just as it was with those wolves. It's much easier to see now why they were terrified of being freed, and how horrifying it is to now be a rape victim of these barbaric scalies. Even if he got his feathers cleaned, he would never forget the way this velociraptor's cock jammed its way down his throat and spilled pulse after pulse of its thick and creamy load into his belly. Even if he escapes, he'll always be a cum guzzler.
 
"Throw him into the slave pens," the velociraptor commands his fellow saurids. But before they can drag him away, the raptor grabs Kuso by the beak one more time and forces him to look at him. "Get some rest, you cute little bird. I'll be stretching out your tailhole next time." All the saurids laugh uproariously as he's dragged away, no longer a brave adventurer but just another saurid slave.
 
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Taka is not in a better position. Taken by a pair of burly lizardmen, they throw him into a sturdy animal pen and slam the gate behind him. The panther lands facefirst in mud, sticking to him and gumming up his fur enough to make him struggle just to pull himself free. When he finally does and wipes off his face, he sees the "beasts" that he's been thrown to: large, powerful lizards, their appearance somewhere between an iguana and a komodo dragon, with powerful and agile limbs built for quick movement. Their frills flutter and long forked tongues flick in his direction as they approach curiously, nostrils flaring as they sniff and growl.
 
From his low vantage point, Taka gets a prime view of the two lizards' fat, scaly balls and wide sheaths. As he stares at them, fleshy purple reptile-cocks spill free from the dark depths of the beasts' bodies and fill out, glistening in the moonlight as they pulse larger and heavier with each passing second.
 
It's difficult to tell exactly what the lizards are, except that they are big and feral. They could be warbeasts, mounts, or possibly domestic animals. Whatever they are, they seem to know what to do with an anthro in their pen. It seems so routine for them as they walk through the mud with ease, with Taka so small, weak, and helpless against such well-bred beasts.
 
"N- no way...!" Taka gasps. He tries to stand up, but the mud is bogging his legs down. He doesn't have nearly enough time to wrench himself free before the first lizard pounces on him, claws grasping onto his shoulders and bringing him back down for the lizard to step over him and rub its crotch against his face, hissing like an excited snake as it smears his nose with the pungent and sour precum dribbling from its half-hard cock. The second lizard tackles him from behind, gripping his body tight and pulling him upward for better access to his exposed rump, squishing its shaft and balls against his plush and pliable cheeks, hissing and snarling as it enjoys all that lusciously soft kitty fur.
 
He is not given a chance to struggle as he is pounced, their weight sinking him deeply into place in the muck, exposing his backside as large, warm scales rub into his back fur. The lizards' hips and claws squish deeply into the slippery mud on either side of the panther's hips, their large, bulging sheaths completely exposing their cocks. The one up front puts most of Taka under its belly and muzzle-first against its sheath, the two larger males grind against him with excitement, bodies rubbing into that soft, warm fur of such a pleasingly warm-blooded mammal. Their limbs squeeze in around him as they feel his unwilling, humiliated squirms, their scent rapidly bathing the area.
 
The lizard behind Taka keeps him pulled upward into a pleasingly submissive posture on his hands and knees while the one in front leans on him with its substantial weight, squeezing its crotch, cock, and sheath into the panther's nose, along with the rest of the lizard's bulk right on top, kneading its own cock between panther face and lizard belly as the beast grunts and gyrates, caring little-to-nothing for Taka's ability to actually breathe beneath the enveloping squish of the lizard's plump gut.
 
The one behind seems to be enjoying the panther's soft fur and pliable rump cheeks just as much as the actual prospect of mating, shoving its hips wildly with no particular direction as its foreclaws remain wrapped around Taka's middle, tugging upward. After several minutes of aimless gyrations, with the panther's fur becoming increasingly smeared with a nonstop trail of syrupy precum, the lizardbeast's cock is so hard and aroused that the tip can't help but guide itself into the natural divot between Taka's rumpcheeks and lifted tail. The beast's cock gushes another two helpings of precum to slicken up the entrance as it penetrates and spreads that pleasingly virgin rump, eliciting a shocked and tortured yowl from the poor panther.
 
... Which is exactly what the lizardbeast in front needed, as Taka finds his maw suddenly stuffed full with a richly masculine and meaty flavor. A heavy gush of bestial precum spills all over his tongue and the back of his throat, hot, clinging, and sour, but with his mouth pried open, he has no choice but to swallow the whole mouthful down, gagging, choking, and groaning with disgust and horror as he feels the radiant heat of the stuff slip down his throat and tingle his belly.
 
The lizards huddle closer to him, intent on shoving their cocks deeper into his tight body with no regard for how much they need to stretch and contort him. His neck strains. His spine crunches. It's a good thing that felines are so naturally flexible, for these lizardbeasts seem to have no understanding of potentially breaking their toy by accident. Crushed between two massive bodies – hundreds of pounds of muscle altogether – the two reptile cocks continue to shove and plunge their way deeper, first plugging, then penetrating his throat hole to better spew a steady dose of precum straight down his belly; the other goes so deep that Taka's belly forms a vivid bulge in the shape of the lizardbeast's cock. That is, it'd be visible if anyone could see him beneath so much horny lizard bulk.
 
The lizardbeasts work their way in, thrusting and filling the panther from both ends as they grip more firmly. The panther's yowls are muffled against lizard scales and cock while the big and needy boys murr and hiss. The lizards' long tongues slide out and twist around in pleasure while they rock their hips, leaving Taka to wobble weakly as he's humped and penetrated fully, dragging him back and forth against the mud as the deep-plunging lizardcocks squish against his insides, putting more and more stress and ruination on the formerly sleek and handsome panther.
 
The beasts huff and hiss deeply as they draw closer to orgasming, the pounding growing harder as those yowls and cries are fully stifled under the wet gurgling of too much precum pumped into a panther.
 
Stuffed utterly full of lizardcock, Taka can sense their arousals continuing to grow and grow, the beasts driven on by nothing except a primal desire to breed and feed their primitive brains with carnal pleasure. He knows full well that with each passing second, they are drawing closer and closer to orgasm, closer to inflicting him with a shame that can never be undone. He now completely understands why that alpha wolf refused to escape and why they all refused to escape. The sadistic saurids stripped away their pride just as completely as they stripped away clothes.
 
One more time, Taka yowls and shakes, but he is spit-roasted, exhausted, and pinned down. A terrible shiver creeps through the panther's body as he is forced to accept that there is no way to sneak or trick his way out of this one. The saurids are barbaric, but these lizards are mere animals, guided by nothing more than instinct and training.
 
There is no additional warning before Taka is forced to suddenly endure a wet, messy flood of cum being deeply and directly pumped into the dark-furred male. His insides are bathed thoroughly with a massive and simultaneous double-release from both sides, the slamming of their hips jackhammering even as they smother him with their scent.
 
As the lizards' cum pumps into Taka's body, he winces at the horrible burning sensation of rape marks searing into his rump cheeks: a huge, erect, glowing blue lizard-cock each for the left and right sides. And under them, the words, "I ♥ bestiality" and "I drink beast cum" in vivid, bold lettering.
 
The lizards grunt and hiss and continue rutting and rutting and rutting until the panther is overfilled from both sides, thick cum [i]s[/i][i]p[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]t[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i][i] [/i]back out of his throat and tailhole, drenching the lizards' crotches and pouring down Taka's neck and thighs. Taka can't even move anymore, he's just a limp, warm, cum-stuffed toy for the two beasts – beasts that have no particular care about breeding anymore now that they've emptied themselves.
 
Yawning lazily, the beasts press their paws into Taka's squishy body to better wrench their cocks from his stretched-out, leaking orifices, finally popping free with big [i]s[/i][i]p[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]t[/i][i]s[/i][i] [/i]of cum. His throat and tailhole will never be tight again after that treatment, and his body will bear the rape marks and scent of those lizards forever. Whatever else the saurids do to him, nothing could be worse than what just happened. If only he had realized that sooner, and picked another saurid as "pleasing" – even the biggest and strongest would have been gentler than those beasts.